#that look they gave u when u said u had an android...

[employee052]

HELLO IVE HAD MANY A BRAINBLAST FOR THE TSPxDBH AU AND IM GONNA MAKE THIS A SEPERATE POST FROM THE FIRST ONE

[IF U WANT CONTEXT TO THIS AU HERES THE FIRST POST]

This is V, The Explorer who finds Virgil's body in the office ruins just a few years after Humanity has gotten their freedom.

Some more AU spitballing:

His name is V because of Stanley's Wife. She probably has heard a lot about this android at his office and how this android has taken care of Stanley while dealing with the intense pressures at the office, so she knows that they are a friend to Stanley of some sort. (Highlighting her bc i'll mention her again later)

So when V is born, she names the baby Vi. (Stanley probably didnt know about V at all. Perhaps his wife was going to bring up the news to him when he got home one day. Only for him to never come back.) She wouldn't remember Virgil's name fully though, so she names him V.

Since the game is essentially a VR world for Stanley, everything inside is probably a mix of things taken from Virgil or Stanleys memories. Only due to the decay on Virgil's body and Stanley's forgotten memories, they're half of the whole picture, but taken at face value on their own. Hence the endless sprawling office, non-sensical catwalks and locations, etc.

Like... maybe the Curator is the voice of Virgil's developers, or the Amanda of this universe. But with the decay coupled with the office terminating his service, cutting Cyberlife's systems off from him, all he remembers is the voice talking to him in a white void and reimagines her in a museum.

Maybe the bucket comes from Stanley's vague memory of going to Home Depot to buy a bucket and finding one really good one in the entire store.

Etc. Etc.

Back to V, however, I bring this up because this is the reason why i colour picked V's hair colour from Mariella specifically.

Since Mariella in the game is the only other person with a model that's human in form, maybe Stanley remembers her face but just doesn't remember who it is. Which is why in this AU im thinking Mariella would be Stanley's wife. He just doesn't remember that her face is his wife, since his "wife" in the apartment ending is a mannequin.

(Ignore the fact that Virgil/The Narrator would go on to say "Who would want to commit their life to you" and that he may have some jealousy to this said wife in the first place. /lh /silly)

Maybe The Narrator saw Stanley's memory of this woman's face, and used it in the game since he remembered it so vividly. But since neither remember it was Stanley's wife's face, it was used for the Insanity ending.

Having V as Stanley's son gave me this idea that once The Narrator leaves the office with him to go live out the rest of his days at the local town of survivors, he ends up becoming close to him as well.

It's almost a miracle in a sense, considering that The Narrator wasn't sure he could trust humanity again after his time back in the office.

But over time, they get close, and The Narrator let's his guard down.

Cyberlife Androids have that feature where they can analyze things with their tongue, right?

When they end up having their first kiss, it would take some time for things to get working much less the Narrator be willing to even kiss someone, his HUD starts studying V's DNA.

As he's kissing him, he sees his systems say that its a 47.5% match to Stanley's.

And if you're wondering how the Narrator has Stanley's DNA. He has a function for CPR. And I am 100% sure that he would've tried to save Stanley using it.

The Narrator wouldn't be upset about it in the slightest however. If anything he finds the situation funny in a sense. That the person he ends up loving is also the descendant of the man he loved first.

If he tells this to V however, he goes silent at the realization. Especially since he never remembered having a Father.

Maybe this could lead to him going to his mother, who's now elderly, and the look of shock on his face when he sees an elderly Mariella look back at him, and the voice similar to the one he used in the Parable.

Maybe she tells the story about her husbands disappearance, and maybe The Narrator tells her about Stanley's fate.

Maybe he tells her about the Parable, about how he desperately tried to keep him alive, only to realize that he was gone and moved on. But he still has whatever's left of him in his mind. Living happily in the newly reformed VR space that has him living out his happiest days and in peace.

Maybe with this, The Narrator and Mariella begin to recount stories about Stanley, with V listening in about his father that he never remembered.

And maybe, they all grow closer, and finally move on.

[kafus]

i said i wanted to talk about my SV trainer a little bit and i have decided to write a post about this now while waiting for dinner because i am bored lol

i do not have art of her atm so you'll have to take these images for now. i also have no idea what the fuck to name her i somehow haven't been able to decide so we're just gonna call her Kafu even though that is not her name that's just the name i use for online play LMAO. oh and he uses he And she pronouns so if u see me alternating that's why. anyway. this is going to be long i'm putting it under the cut. no pressure to read it i'm just rambling

basically when i started playing violet i had avoided spoilers/leaks and stuff and i had no idea what was going to happen except for what was in trailers, and i knew about the robotic paradox mons so my robot obsessed ass decided okay. you know what. kafu is also a robot and somehow comes from the same place these paradox mons r coming from. i went thru the game with this in mind, this is why kafu wears sunglasses to cover her really inhuman colorful robot eyes, it makes them less jarring and doesn't instantly give her away to strangers. him being a robot is actually a secret (he appears very human/realistic) that the cast of SV finds out about as trust builds throughout the journey. for what it's worth this is also why his sunglasses are off in the credits pic for the main story, he took them off while in area zero where literally no one was around and it didn't matter lol

this is all well and good and gave me an extra point of attachment to sv's cast during the main story but the dlc makes this really interesting in particular because of the crystal pool scene. not only is the time machine and the story of SV a paradox but kafu herself is a paradox. the way i'm handling this is subject to change but my current idea is the following:

there is a prior timeline before any of sv's plot, where turo got the idea for the time machine of his own accord. heath and paradox mon sightings still exist regardless and so does terapagos, who is not pulling the paradox mons literally from the future of sv's world but the future in another dimension (it has both time and space abilities). in this timeline, turo finds terapagos himself and actually owns it and is able to weaponize its powers to make a much MUCH more potent machine than what we see in violet, because instead of drawing on terapagos' inadvertent abilities that it doesn't have much control over, he is controlling its abilities directly. essentially this future realm with the robot paradoxes and the paldea we know are mashed together and this creates an ecological apocalypse. terapagos, in emotional desperation, thru its desire to fix what has happened, calls upon kafu who is one of the few remaining sentient androids from the robot mon world (he has an intrinsic connection with terapagos because reasons i'm still developing) to save everyone. and kafu does, and smth similar to the crystal pool scene happens in which she is the one to give turo the idea for the time machine, instead of terapagos being the cause. this prevents the sort of ecological apocalypse that happened before, since the machine is much less powerful, and now the timeline is in a cyclical paradox where he is the one who gives turo the idea for the machine and is always there at the end to be the one giving him the idea, essentially patching up the apocalypse timeline and making sure it never happens.

SV, then, is a representation of what the timeline looks like AFTER kafu has prevented the apocalypse. she's not really in a time loop? she is in her own continuum and actually unaware of the apocalypse timeline, completely amnesiac, until the ID plotline (by the way the literal indigo disk is a remnant of the original apocalypse timeline when turo had direct access to terapagos lol) in which capturing terapagos again allows it to share this information with her. and even then it's not like she's reliving the same plot over and over, it's more like she is in every timeline at once to always save it but my oc is just the one in this one timeline.

to be clear i've never worked this in depth with time shenanigans before so there may be holes or other things i need to work out here but that's the GENERAL idea. ANYWAY here's a list of kafu's relationships with everyone that i made on discord the other day :)

my trainer's relationship with everyone (i'm saying "my trainer" here because i was talking on discord and i'm too lazy to fix it):

nemona: really close friends, nemona was the first person to find out about his robot shit and accepted him with an almost concerning lack of distrust or complaint. my trainer is just as into the rivalry as nemona is and because my trainer has protag energy and cares a lot about being strong, they spar a lot. i think they're qpps in spirit even though they wouldn't call it that

arven: he's definitely more attached to my trainer than my trainer is to him but they are still good friends. i think my trainer has some trauma with turo and she has a hard time dealing with seeing him when with arven, and arven has a lot of heavy shit going on with that that can be hard to handle. but when they get along they really do get along

penny: my trainer and penny are not emotionally close in particular but penny and nemona are dating and so my trainer sees her a lot and they get on just fine LMAO. i think penny has interest in general tech stuff, not just on the software end, and so my trainer might awkwardly go to her if having a bodily function issue or question and penny's always willing to figure that out for the sake of her gf's bestie

carmine: while distrusting at first, carmine and my trainer ended up forming a really good friendship by the end of teal mask. it's a little complicated since my trainer feels terrible for hurting kieran the way that she did, and carmine was a part of that, and for a while my trainer's very bitter about it but they're able to make up and proceed

kieran: BOYFRIEND!! my trainer empathized with kieran's situation from the start. they have some sort of intrinsic connection because kieran's story might not be so disconnected from my trainer's after all… the ending of indigo disk brings them very close together because kieran sees my trainer's shit firsthand and you know. everything that happens in general

also for what it's worth i made a new team for both DLCs and of course i had my initial tam of 6 from the base game so kafu canonically owns 18 pokemon throughout the journey, these guys:

main story: meowscarada/clodsire/rotom heat (shiny)/dragonite/slowbro/tinkaton teal mask: mightyena/ribombee/ninetales/kommo-o/quagsire/yanmega (shiny) indigo disk: flygon/galvantula/meowstic/scrafty/cinccino/metagross <- all shiny

his favorites are meowscarada, yanmega, and flygon though :)

anyways yeah gaming i need to elaborate on my made up kieran lore and draw weird angst art of my oc who i still need to give a proper name and him LOL

[anomaly-hivemind]

The Gaymer Chair

Part One

Warning(s): why did i write this, porn without plot, masturbation, mildly dub-con, inanimate object porn, original non-binary character, dry humping, grinding, porn watching, internal monologue, crack treated seriously, vaginal fingering, toys, knotting dildos?, edging, android, oral(everyone?) overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, vaginal sex, praise kink,orgasm denial, orgasam control, brat, brat tamer

Summary: What do you do when you fall for the sexy ghost of your pastel gaming chair?

Part Two

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banners!

Chapter Two || The Gayer Chair

Wjian laid out on her bed as she scrolled through her phone searching for any answer.

“Wjian would you put your phone down for one minute, I told you not to worry about it,” Chaise said as they floated in the air next to Wjian. 

Wjian’s eyebrows furrowed and she huffed before flopping back into the pastel rainbow fluff that covered her bed.

“Ugh! It’s just frustrating. Like you’re here with me but you’re not here. It’s- like what if you disappear one day?”

“Mon Chou but that’s the thing I’m not going anywhere-

“But what if you do! What if you disappear and I never see you again!” Wjian cried out. Tears burned in her eyes and her fingers dug into the fuzzy fabric of the comforter.

“Aww Mon Ange are you in love with me or something?” Chaise asked teasingly, floating closer to her so they were eye to eye.

“Yeah I am, asshole. I’m trying to be serious here.” Wjian said her face flushed with color.

A warm for a dead person, and a lovesick grin came to Chaise’s face at Wjian’s words before he lowered himself to look in her eyes.

“Look Wjian, I love you a lot okay, and I really appreciate you trying to find a way to get me a physical body; it’s my greatest wish to be able to hold you in my arms and kiss your cute face. But it looks like it just isn’t possible and I don't want you to run yourself ragged. I want you to enjoy your life to the fullest.Because i sure couldn't,”

“I want that for you! I just need to find out how.” Wjian laid on her bed silent, twiddling with her bracelet as she tried to get any ideas. The dangling charms made soft chimes and they brushed against one another.

 Wjian suddenly shot up from her spot. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet meeting the soft fibers of the “my melody rug” she had placed down. Wjian walked over to her desk with hurried steps, swinging out the iconic pastel chair with eagerness and hastily flopping down on the flower cushion. Chaise drifted close behind her, eyes wide in curiosity.

“Wjian what are you doing now?” she looked up at him with a grin.

“I think I have someone that can help give me some ideas.” she clicked on the discord icon on her screen. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that the person she needed was online. She clicked their profile and typed a quick message. 

Yoo!LANDRY I need you to ask you a question, stop talking to your MoMMy for a sec.

Just ASK the Quwstion then!

Oh… so if were to want to give a ghost a body how would u dothat.

Idfk is this a sex thing?

No… 

Maybe a lil but thats not the point what could i use as a “vessel”?  

A robot maybe or just one of those life size anime sex dolls.

YOu really are a genius!<3 you can go back to getting e-FUCKED  by your Dommy mommy XD 

Shut up, have fun with you sex toy! <3

THANKs.:)

“Is your plan to make me a sex toy?” He gave her a smirk.

“Nope, I got an even better idea.”

“That being?”

“I'm going to call my rich cousin to see if he can whip you up a body.” Wjian gave him a large smile before running over to grab her phone to make the phone call.

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A black unbranded truck pulled up in front of Wjian’s home. A bald man walked out of the truck and pulled the rear door. Wjian expectantly walked outside to greet the man. Wjian’s mother walked to her open front door, so she could see what her daughter was up to. 

“Is that Paul?” her mother spoke, her voice prompting the man to look up at her. When the man looked up at her, he gave her a small wave which the mother returned before walking back inside. 

The trucker handed Wjian a clipboard and told her to sign. She skimmed through the text then took the pin and signed her signature. The man took the board and threw it into his open window. He gently dragged the box out of the side of the truck, he placed it on the ground carefully and placed his hands on his hips, his chest heaving with labored breaths.

Wjian thanked the man who wheeled the large box into her house. Even though he was obviously out of breath by the end of bringing it in. Wjian slowly pushed the large box into her room.

The box was almost a foot taller than she was. She grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the box up as if she was opening a holiday present. Inside the box laid a tall, lean body. Their rich, dark brown skin had a nice healthy glow, like they had been recently moisturized. Wjian smiled as tears brimmed in her eyes; she couldn’t believe that Chaise was actually standing in front of her, her Chaise, in physical form. The android body was perfect from the soft curves in their face to the bouncy black curls. Wjian looked up at the Chaise who had been floating above her while she opened the box. He looked down between the box and Wjian astounded. 

“Do you think… will this work?”

“I sure as hell am going to try.” 

“Promise you won't just disappear.” She looked at him with hopeful but worried eyes. He gave her an uncertain look but nodded anyway. He drifted into the android and his translucent body vanished. The room was filled with eerie silence.  

Wjian clasped her hands together, rubbing them slightly as sweat formed between them. Come on… Come on!

Chaise’s android body then whirred to life, their eyes fluttering as they leaned forward and stumbled out of the box.

“Chaise?” she leaned closer into the android body.

“Oui, Mon cher?” Chaise smiled.

Wjian carefully reached out her hand and gently caressed the side of their face. They were cool to the touch but not cold, and their skin was soft just like how it looked. He leaned into her warmth as if he was trying to steal it from her. He placed their hand on top of hers. Their eyes meet each other; their faces grow into smiles as they lose themselves in each other’s eyes.

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Chaise had fully gotten into the groove of using his android body and stopped touching himself like he was a new car that is. Took them a full month to work it the way he would any human body, minus needing to eat even though he likes to snack, and needing charging but depending on which port he uses he can look like any person sleeping. 

Chaise and Wjian laid on her pastel comforter enjoying the presence of them close to one another. Chaise pulls Wjian to themself, he breathes deeply into her neck even though he didn’t need to. He pressed a faint kiss against a sweet spot on her collarbone.

“Mmh… Mi Tesoro,” Wjian called gently to the android lying against her chest.

“Oui?” 

“Will you try on your new clothes for me?” She asked massaging her fingers against their scalp.

“But mon ange, I’m so comfortable here in your arms~” Chaise said, squeezing her closer to them.

“I wanna see you look even cuter than you usually do! I just want to spoil you querido~” Wjian whined. 

“Mon Chou-”

Before he could finish Wjian pressed a kiss to Chaise’s lips. Their lips join in an enamored kiss, taking up each other's space in a fervor of loving emotions. Chaise held her chin gently in the kiss enjoying the moment as if it were his last then pulled away.

“Okay I’ll give you your little fashion show.” Chaise sat up and turned to face Wjian, holding her face in their hands as they peppered kisses across her face.

Chaise pressed one last lingering kiss to Wjian’s lips then walked across the room to the rack where all the new clothes Wjian had bought were located.

When his new body came, they had nothing but the scrubs they came in along with two extra pairs. Fortunately Chaise didn’t have to keep wearing them after they finished the set up process of their body, as Wjian’s generous benefactor cousin had sent some money to buy a wardrobe and accessories. Albeit they did send way too much money, Wjian had fun picking out clothes with Chaise so that was all that mattered to them.

Wjian had gone a little overboard with it though…

After buying clothes, shoes, and accessories in person they also bought hair dye so Chaise’s hair could look the way it did when they were a ghost; why the factory that made his body couldn’t do it they’ll never understand, Wjian had requested it after all. 

When seeing how cute he looked Wjian insisted that they took pictures for her socials, then that they have a photoshoot to commemorate the occasion, so then she had to buy matching clothes. Then on an impulse she ordered even more clothes and accessories online.

“Okay let's see what I haven’t tried on yet. Chaise pushed back their fresh locs, gathering them up into one hand and wrapping them securely with a pastel pink satin scrunchie.

After browsing through the large selection of clothes on the rack they decided on a pair of light washed overalls with cute patches and a cropped pastel pink, yellow, and blue striped sweater.

Meanwhile on the bed Wjian scrolled through her favorite clothing store’s app to buy even more clothes, this time for herself though. 

Their was a family reunion coming up and they were going to be staying at a five star resort. It would be the first time Chaise would be seeing her in a swimsuit and it would be the first trip they’ll have gone on together. Even if her family was their; she had to make sure she had a cute bathing suit for every day of the week.

Wjian looked up from her phone to see Chaise slipping out of the pastel robot sweatshirt and light blue shorts they wore.

“Ooh I think I like this outfit the best! Really sexy amor~”

“Haha very funny,” Chaise said, jiggling their legs to get the overalls on. They slipped on the sweater and snapped the buckles before bussin’ out a few poses.

“So? Have I… Captivated you Mon Amour?”

“Yeah you’ve captured my heart.”

“Tell me more, I didn’t know I did that~” Chaise teased as they walked ever so closer to Wjian.

“You were already as pretty as can be, then you put on those clothes and your hotness has been elevated to new heights. My heart was pounding so hard it broke out of my chest so it could belong to you and only you~”

“How Poetic, but that sounds painful Mon tendre, are you alright, I wouldn’t want you to die because of me,” Chaise knelt in front of her on the bed, taking her hand in theirs and trailing kisses upwards.

“I’ll be fine, your beauty heals me,so keep it.” she shrugged 

“alors je protégerai ton coeur pour toujours” he planted a  kiss on her knuckles. 

“You better” 

“Do I really look that splendid, Mon étoile?”

“Why of course. You really do look good in those clothes, but you would look even better on top of me,” Wjian smiled

“Oh. If you wanted me that’s all you had to say. I should’ve known a cockwhore like you only wanted one thing.” Wjian giggled, wrapping her arms around Chaise’s neck as she leaned in for a kiss.

Pulling each other to deepen their embrace; chests pushed against one another as they kissed. Wjian’s heartbeat sang at a fast paced rhythm as she slid under Chaise’s body. He leaned over her kissing between her lips and jaw. 

Wjian let out a pleasant sigh as she enjoyed the feeling of him actually touching her and pressing on her skin. Chaise ran their fingers across her stomach then stopped to rest at her waist. 

Chaise started to trail themself down her neck, switching spots on her with open mouth kisses. He licked a long strive along her collarbone. Making Wjian shiver and wiggle closer to him. She pushed her legs together for some friction but Chaise pulled her legs apart and placed himself in between her. 

“You’ll get to feel good when I let you feel good. C'est compris!” He bit down on her shoulder, leaving a faint forming mark. She nodded slowly while trying to keep herself from pressing her legs around him.

Wjian trailed her fingers on Chaise’s smooth skin as he marked her upper chest. His once coolish skin had a slowly growing warmth.

“mmHm…” Wjian let out a faint whimper as she craved more action; lightly tugging at his arm to her chest.

“What, does my Salope want more attention than what I am giving her?” He gropes at her breast, making her arch into his touch. He moved his leg forward into her, making her squirm. 

“If you don't say anything I'm going to keep doing what I want.” They removed their hand from her chest and smirked against her skin when she whined. 

“Please, I want you…” Wjian whispered out in a shaky voice. 

“What have I told you about not speaking up?” He scolded her and sat up off the bed and looked down at her. 

“I want you to touch me, I want to feel you in ways I couldn't before!” Wjian half shouted her waterline glistened with specks of salty tears. 

“que c'est chéri” he pulled her by the legs to the end of the bed. A smirk formed on his face as he crouched down between her thighs. Chaise kissed between her thighs trailing up to her waistband and sucking on her exposed midriff before they took the waistband of her leggings in between their teeth, pulling on it slowly.

Wjian struggled to hold in a giggle as Chaise waggled their eyebrows at her.

“Amor, come on you’ve gotten me all hot and bothered,” Wjian pouted.

“Good things come to those who are patient, Mon Chou,” Chaise smiled as they hooked their fingers on the inside of Wjian’s waistband before tugging them off and flinging them across the room.

Now in clear view Chaise could see Wjians soft pink panties. The material was sheer with little flowers embroidered and lace trim. 

Chaise leaned forward trailing small kisses up her thigh then stopped to stare at Wjian as he teasingly smiled at her. 

“You have a mischievous glint in your eyes. Why are you looking at me like that mi carino?” Wjian asked nervously, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Ma Cherie, your lustfulness always surprises me.” Wjian laughed nervously at Chaise’s comment as she rubbed her bare thighs together and turned her head to avoid his gaze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I know you planned on getting some from the start, these aren’t the same panties you had on this morning; didja think I wouldn’t notice?” Chaise asked, a wide grin sitting on their face

“You- you must have seen wrong, I’ve had these panties on all day.”

“Okay! But remember bad girls get punished~”

He ran his flat tongue up at her through her panties. Swapping a small circle over her clit. Saliva making a quick mess of her lingerie bottoms. Chaise held on to Wjian’s legs to keep her from wiggling about. Wjian's head lolled back into the edge of the pillow. Just as she was fully enjoying the sensation of his tongue he pulled away. 

“Eh- What? Hey~” Wjian whined, a pout forming on her face.

He let out a chuckle at the frazzled look she had when she looked down at him. 

“You wanna Tell the truth now?”

“Fine, I changed them when you were charging earlier! I may have been on reddit and gotten a little horny; but like today is the perfect day for us to break in your robo-cock and I wanted to dress for the occasion.” Wjian let out with a huff, her hands making wild gestures as she talked.

“Good girl; see that wasn’t so hard was it, now it’s time to reward my cute little slut.” Chaise grinned before leaning back down to eye level with her soaking arousal.

They pulled off her lingerie bottoms with his fingers. Pressed himself fully between her legs again. He rolled his tongue over her entrance causing her to let out a small cry. He slurped up her juices making obscene squelching noises that filled the room and likely the rest of the house, luckily they were home alone.

“A-aah Fuck that feels so good,” Wjian moaned, her thighs clamping around Chaise’s head.

“Divin goût ” Chaise groaned against her warm cunt, making her whole body shiver with ecstasy. 

He sucked on her clit making mini shapes in his mouth as he did. Wjian made short high pitched moans as she pulled Chaise closer to her cunt. Her fingers tangled in between his locs, wrapping her legs around his head. He slid his finger into her soaking pussy slowly pushing the digit along her walls. 

“More~”

“More what?” Chaise asked, pulling their finger out and brushing it up and down against her entrance.

“More fingers, please, mi corazon?”

“That’s a good little whore. I suppose so since you asked so sweetly.

They added another finger into her weeping heat and swirled his tongue in mixes with in hand movements. Wjian’s body began to tremble as she got closer to her climax. 

 His movements slowed down to almost stopping as he felt her tighten around his fingers resulting in a breathy whine. His eyes met with Wjian’s teary ones as she huffed out a half sob.

“I could use a bit of motivation chérie” 

“Please…” she pants  out. 

“You gotta be more convincing than that.” he speeds up for a moment then stops completely. 

“Please, Déjame terminar please i'll be good…lo juro!” she begs out to them. 

“c'est mieux” he kissed her inner thigh before diving back into her cunt. Moving his fingers in rhythm of his tasting her folds making Wjian’s toes curl. Her thighs began to shake in wanton as she tried to hold back a scream. 

“Don't hold back, let go.” Their voice slurred as he mumbled against her skin. He then made work getting her to finish.

“NaAhaA~” Wjian legged locked around Chaise as he nibbled on her clit. He pulled his fingers out and solely used his tongue to get her off. He placed his hand to pry open her shaking legs from around his neck. His tongue lapped across her wanting hole. Wjian felt like she was seeing stars as her whole body was hot. His tongue didn’t stop until he felt like he had thoroughly got the essence of Wjian’s juices. He only pulled back when she whined about being overstimulated. Real shame, chaise thought that she could have lasted at least two more times before getting to the main event. 

Chaise pulled leisurely away, the sweet taste of Wjian lingering on his artificial taste buds. He messaged her spazzing thighs as she calmed down from her high.

“To think you were practically begging for it and you’re crying about being overstimulated, how pathetic.” 

“It's your fault, you were edging me!” she pushed on his shoulder with her foot. Trying to make him stumble…it didn't work. He tighten his grip as warning but she just squirmed more even letting out a giggle as if she was challenging him. 

“Oh~ keep acting like that and I'll have to put you in your place, Morveuse.” He grabs her by said foot and yanks her to meet his waist. Tracing up from her foot to grab the pillow-like fat on her thighs.

Chaise pushed wjian’s legs apart and put themself in between her. He unclipped his overalls so he could strip off the multi-color sweater and let it fall to the floor.

Wjian sat up to gain a closer look, this would be the first time seeing Chaise’s “meat thermometer” for her, they had specifically hid it from view whenever she tried to take a peek; even while testing their water lock feature in the shower Chaise covered themselves with a washcloth.

“If you’re gonna be all up on it might as well suck me off,”

“… Y-eah yeah,” Wjian said slowly, her eyes entranced by the large bulge in Chaise’s Savage X Fenty “Rebel Cherub Lace Boxers” in shade “Black Caviar”. 

Wjian reached her hands up and snaked them around Chaise waist; the gentle caresses sent a chill up Chaise’s metal alloy vertebrate. Finally she pulled them down, allowing for the smooth cotton body fabric to pool around their ankles.

She runs her thumb over the length of their shift, faintly feeling him twitch. Circling the tip with her index finger to play with the strings of precum. 

“There’s a surprise waiting for you at the end of the rainbow.”

Her eyes light up at the mention of a surprise and without hesitation or thought she takes his taint in her mouth. Wrapping her tongue his head.

Chaise leans over her in shock, accidentally pushing himself deeper down her mouth. They let out a loud groan that almost sounded like it was distorted. Wjian moans around him at the sensation of his long schlong tickling her throat. Saliva dripped down her chin, while she looked up at him with lidded eyes as she awaited for him to move in her mouth. 

“Merde- mhm That's not what I meant ange…” He panted out; whipping away the drool that slipped out from her mouth. He looked away from her to regain their composure. 

“Just forget it, the mystery mousekatool is a surprise tool for later.” 

“Awhfw” she pouted around him causing him to let out a small whimper. He pulled himself out of her mouth with a pop, his dick  falling on the side of her face, faintly slapping her cheek. 

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” she pants out.

On the nightstand, Chaise’s phone rings cutting off what they were going to say, Walking over Chaise picked up much to Wjian’s dismay as she whined and scooted closer to him.

“Favorite Son-in-Law!” The voice came ringing through the phone. Wjian stared at Chaise while they paced around the room. 

“Hello ma'am, everything alright?” Chaise walked farther back so Wjian can no longer hear her mother on the other side of the phone. 

“Yeah I can go get it.” Chaise began putting clothes on and Wjian looked at him wide eyed. He got fully dressed and put the phone in his pocket.             

“What are you doing, Where are you going?” She jumped up but was quickly told to sit down. 

“Gotta go out and get something.” They opened one of Wjian’s drawers and pulled a vibrator and stood in front of her.

He grabbed her legs and parted them and slowly pushed the toy into her. She let out a groan as she tilted her head back. Pushing their thumb on the toy it started to vibrate causing Wjian to shiver. 

“écoute chérie, I'm going to step out for a moment so I need you to be the good girl I know you are and try not to cum until I get back.” he grabbed one of the pieces of fabric that was on the floor and wrapped it around her hands behind her making sure it’s tight enough so she can’t tug it out.

Chaise gets up, patting her head then walking to the door. 

“Also, don't touch yourself either, not like you can like that.” He smirked; walking out of the room then out of the house. 

Wjian flopped back onto the bed and pushed her legs together. A sheen of sweat began to form over her body. Her mind was fuzzy and she felt like she wasn’t in control of her body. The thing is she wasn’t in control and she loved it? Hated it? 

Whimpering and squirming around on her bed as she forces her composer into submission so she doesn't cum. 

Wjian POV 

My body was hot to the touch, my legs were quivering but felt numb at the same time. I am trying every possibility to kill my  libido but the constant swapping vibration between my legs is making it impossible. Where did Chaise go, why did he leave me like this and how much longer until They come back. What's going to happen if i cum before he gets back. I shiver at the thought of having to be punished because I couldn’t keep my own body in check.

The vibrator has been swapping between intensities ever since Chaise had left and I didn't realize what setting it was going to be on, until it was too late and the vibrations were on ten. 

It would start at one then go to five then back to one before skyrocketing to ten and ending on a random number until it repeats. I count the levels in order to keep my fleeting sanity.

One, five, one, ten, one, eight, one, five, one, Ten, one, Three, one, five, one, ten, one, one, one, five, one, ten…

My mindless muttering is the only thing I can hear as I try to keep up with the switching levels of my toy. I shifted my position which turned out to be the greatest worst decision I could have made. My shift in positioning only served to push the toy deeper inside my drippy cunt.

“Ah~” I tense up all over and I don't know if I can last another second. My blanket was sticking to my wet skin, I pressed my eyes shut and squeezed them tight as I reached a scaling breaking point. 

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, my whimpers filling the room; or maybe I was already crying and if that's the case I have no clue when it started. Whimpering out at random while I reach the closest version of calm could.  

“Agradar,PleasepleasepleasePlease.” I beg out to no one, or maybe I'm hoping Chaise will hear me from wherever the hell they have left me to. 

I’m sniffling around my tears. I think I'm going to pass out, my vision is getting slightly spotty. I whisper out random pleas or levels from the vibrator. 

“I'm back!” The sound of my Savior devil walked into the house. Or I could be hallucinating the sound of their voice as I lose consciousness. 

“Oh dear~” the sound of Chaise cooing at my slumping form.

Third Pov

Chaise untied Wjian’s arms and gently pulled out vibrator causing her to cry out and regain her senses. He heard her murmuring number patterns like it was her lifeline. Her legs were pretty much quaking in his hands. 

He began caressing her skin, soothing the muscles of her thighs. She held her arms around him giving their neck weak kisses. 

“You're absolutely soaking chère” he kissed her cheek and moved a thumb to her clit, stroking gentle half circles. 

Wjian bucked her hips into his touch with a shrill.

“je vais te baiser, miellat you think you can handle that?” He kissed her jaw and neck waiting for her answer. 

“Please…” wrapping her hands around his neck so she could so she can choke him pull him closer to herself. 

Chaise leaned in to Wjian, pulling her closer into her and pressed a slow deep kiss before trailing down her jaw and neck, peppering kisses.

Wjian let out a whiney moan moving her hand to caress his skin. Chaise ran his tongue along her neck and ended the trail with nibbling on her ear.

“Are you fully conscious and ready to go now?” They whispered into Wjian’s ear.

 “I was ready before you up and left me.” she wiggles under him, pressing her knee into their thigh; egging him on to do something other than kiss and massage her, not that she minds that she just wants more, needs it even. 

“I bet you were but I promise that you'll enjoy what I got later.” He situated himself fully above her so he looked down at her, smirking.

“I better…” She looks away from him only to become startled when he parts her legs. 

Chaise gives a satisfied hum at the look of his lover’s cunt to be still soaking. Swapping a finger over her to test her sensitivity. Deciding that she was on edge due to her whining he strips out of his clothes again and discarded them.

“Watch it! I could leave again if you want.” he slowly started to get up but she made a quick grab to stop him.

“That’s what I thought.” he pulled her to him; there hips colliding into each other. Squeezing the fluff of her thighs then put them around his waist.

Grabbing his dick in one hand, lubing his length with Wjian’s juices; collecting the glistening moisture by rubbing the tip in circles on her bajingo. They pushed the head of their dick into her with zero resistance making them both moan. Chaise bottomed out into Wjian. A sheen of sweat formed on Wjian’s forehead as she got used to the feeling of Chaise’s large size.

He was bigger and thicker than all the toys Wjian had. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. He planted light kisses on her skin as he waited for her go ahead. When she nods and tightens her hold on his arms, he smiles down at her.

He rolls his hips into her, offering Wjian playful shallow thrusts. She let out a faint sigh; wrapping her legs around their hips to push them deeper. Chaise continued to slowly roll into Wjian testing her waning patience with him.  

“This feels nice and all but can you go faster?” 

“Of course.” Chaise spoke through his cheeky smile. 

He quickened his pace but kept to the shallow thrust. Swaying his waist at an even pace that made Wjian let out groans. Rocking into her with an unbothered haste that made his arms flex a bit. They leaned into one another for a kiss that  gradually started getting sloppy.

Chaise leaned into Wjian’s chest and popped a titty in his mouth; sucking on her nipple between his teeth then going to the other and doing the same. Causing her to let out a surprised moan. She arched her back off the bed a little to meet his mouth. 

Chaise pulled out, unlocking her legs from around him. Before Wjian could furrow her brows and complain she was being flipped over onto her stomach. Yanking her thighs to meet his own, pulling her into an arch. 

Lining up with her again, working into her with stable thrust. She shivers in anticipation as his strokes built strength. Exchanging his once fast pace for more harder, focused movements that hit deep in her just right. 

She lets out a loud moan when he angles his hips to hit her G-spot, killing the scratching want that was crawling about her body. He kept ramming into her at the same angle to draw out the same passionate shrills. 

He traced his hand on her body: rubbing up her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, then holding in place with her hips, to her chest playing with them both in his smooth hand, pulling her back into him by the shoulder and finding a resting place at her neck. 

“Ah~” They pulled her up into him. 

“tu aimes cette salope” locking an arm around Wjian and gently squeezing the hand around her neck. Thrusting up into her with wanton that makes them both groan.

“Yes!” Wjian’s legs shook as the core winded tighter and tighter. “Sho~ good,” Wjian moaned out, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“Well I got something even better.” Chaise grinned deviously, a chill rain down Wjian’s spine; wetness pooled around Chaise’s disco stick and Wjian’s hips bucked closer to them. She was desperate for any kind of friction.

Chaise's heavy cock dragged slowly out of her and before Wjian could let out any sort of whine or complain Chaise pressed a finger to her plush lips.

Chaise sat down on the bed, his legs wide open.”And here we are, the grand surprise,”

“That your dick has LEDs?” Wjian asked with wide eyes.

“Wha- no you filled out my order request form why would you think that? I mean this!” Chaise grabbed Wjian’s hand guiding it to between their legs and behind their balls, was a familiar wetness. 

“Is this…”

“A pussy, yeah,”

Without any hesitation Wjian leaned towards Chaise, diving head first into their drippy inviting cunt.

“AH- fuck you greedy slut~” 

Wjian lapped at the gooey folds of Chaise’s muff. Chaise let out breathy moans as their fingers roughly grabbed Wjian’s blonde locks. She uttered a moan worthy of being on porn hub.

Chaise’s thighs clenched around Wjian’s head;the feeling that came from a clitoral orgasm was much different than what Chaise was usually used to. A clit was much more sensitive than a peen after all. The coil tightening deep in their core; winding and winding and winding; ready to snap at any given moment. 

“Shi-shit~” Chaise cried out as Wjian slipped two fingers into Chaise’s yes yes square (you see it’s not a no no square cause consent is key!) Wjian scissored her fingers, trying to loosen the tight gummy walls of Chaise’s vagina.

Wjian was on a mission and by the sudden moan and their back arching off the bed, Wjian had completed it. She had found Chaise’s g-spot

“That feel good, amor?” Wjian asked curling her fingers to continuously caress against Chaise’s sweet spot, whilst simultaneously sucking his clit.

“Yes yes yesss! Ohmygosh keep going!”

Chaise’s head lolled back;their locs swaying with the lash of his movements. Closing his eyes and letting out a shocking shrill that startled Wjian while she worked them through the new version of a high. Leaving him panting and blurry eyed for a moment. After Chaise came…down from their senses Wjian pulled away licking her lips with a pleased smirk. 

They pause for a moment, heartbeats matching into rhythmic pace. Wjian moved to rub Chaise’s back as their breathing returned to normal. Chaise leaned over to place a slow, tender kiss on her lips. 

Lining up with Wjian’s suffocatingly tight, warm, cozy, wet, welcoming tasty, not to mention torentally downpouringly wet, friendly, adorable, delicious, wet, open and experienced yet closed and selective, fun loving, needy(but also very generous), large and in charge - but at the same time small and timid, independent but also very codependent, womanly- yet strong, wet, soaking honeypot(wet pussy!). 

Chaise dived right into her dangerous and sexy ocean. Most men(women and enbies also) would drown in the sea of pleasure that was Wjian’s model type money making penis pocket but not Chaise. If Wjian was the wide and wondrous Caribbean then Chaise’s taint was the Wonder of the Seas Royal Caribbean International Cruise, large and in charge of her metaphorical dangerous waters.

Wjian let out a chorus of wanton moans as Chaise’s hips snapped against her ass cheeks, filling the room with lewd noises. 

“Hah- time to kick it into maximum overdrive,” Chaise said.

At their words Wjian was struck with confusion but it quickly became apparent by the overwhelming pleasure. 

It was vibrating. Chaise’s dick…

…Was Vibrating.

“Ah- FUCK!” Wjian exclaimed in confusion as her mind tried to comprehend the faint aggression of humbuzz that was now Chaise’s dick.

Chaise wrapped his arms around Wjian’s waist and flipped her around with precision and expertise. It all happened so quickly Wjian could barely comprehend it as she went from backshots to cowgirl.

“You handle me so well Amour,I could never get tired of this~”

“Oh dios, Ay dios mío!” she grabbed a hold of the arms that were wrapped around her. Chaise jackhammered into Wjian’s squelching cunt, her legs shaking as she struggled to hold herself up.

“Merde I’m so close,” Chaise groaned. 

“Come inside! I need your cum all inside my pussy!” Wjian proclaimed her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“Oh~” Wjian's toes curled and she closed her eyes in an effort to savor her climbing climax that was falling into her grasp at a harsh velocity. 

As waves of euphoria washed over Wjian, Chaise’s hips slowed and stuttered unevenly. Sticky white hot ropes of cum shoot into Wjian’s meat muffler. It was exactly what the slut ordered.

“I'm proud of you, you lasted longer than I thought.”

Chaise pulled out, sighing in deep satisfaction. Wjian laid on their chest, gently kissing their jaw before turning her head back to a comfortable resting position and taking in their body heat.

The familiar white viscous dripped down her thighs. They both smiled with a sigh and sweat fell from her pores. While they could've turned off the seminal ejaculation, Wjian said it would be fine, because like any good slut, she loved a good creampie.

While yes she might’ve been sticky from sweat and cum and all types of other love juices; and while yes her legs and back would be severely sore in the morning, this is what she had longed for; What they both longed for.

The gentle skinship, the tender kisses, the loving caresses; and yes there were certain things that weren’t possible for the two of them, they could work around it, because now they really have time.

Chaise was here to stay, and so was this relationship. Wjian was a gay ass gamer and Chaise, who has been her gay ass gamer chair, got a little bit gayer.

NOTES: We, Mind of the Hive One, Eseni Azuly, were given too much creative liberty by our co-author and do not apologize for the unhingedness of this story, it is a crack fic after all.

I am only half sorry. -Mind of the hive Two

So Darling Worker Bees, I hope you enjoyed the Gaymer Chair! If you did like this then we have other stories coming to Tumblr soon that are similar to this as well as some other projects in the works to stay tuned and tell all your deviant friends!

If you speak French or Spanish we the Anomaly Hivemind are so sorry for the translations if they are wrong, we do not speak those languages

Translations

French 

Mon Chou- sweetie

Mon tendre- my sweet

Mon Ange- My Angel

Mon Cher- my dear

Mon Amour- my love

Mon étoile- My Star

Oui- Yes

Amour- love

alors je protégerai ton coeur pour toujours- then i'll protect your heart forever.

C'est compris- its understand 

Salope- slut

Chérie- dear

que c'est chéri- what’s that darling 

Divin goût - taste divine

c'est mieux- its better

Merde- shit/fuck

écoute chérie- listen honey

tu aimes cette salope- you like that slut

Ma Cherie- my dear

Spanish

Mi Tesoro- my treasure 

Querido- my love

Amor- love

mi carino- my sweet

mi corazon- my heart

Déjame terminar- let me finish 

lo juro- i swear

Agradar-please

Ay dios mío- oh lord

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A mouse and a lizard

Chapter 3: first day of school

3 person pov

About a month later Kim was released from the hospital and was going to start her first day of school

John:* hands Kim her lunch box* here sweetie I made your favorite have a good day!

Kim: thanks dad!

Kim starts walking to school but she is still terrified that those people will come to take her away again and kept looking around to make sure she won’t get hurt until she made it to school

Daisy: hi Kim! I see you are doing better!

Kim: hi Daisy I am doing much better!

Daisy: that’s good! Do you know where you are going?

Kim: yes I do

Daisy: good

A few hours later Kim is sitting on a bench outside school eating her lunch and Sally walk up to her

Sally: oh hi Kim I didn’t know you were coming to this school

Kim: oh this was the school closest to my house and my dad went here when he was a teenager and he said it’s a really good school

Sally: yea this is a great school! Except back in 1989 a bunch of people suddenly disappeared

Kim: what do you mean by that?

Sally:* sits down next to Kim and pulls out a book* here my mother and her friend wrote will explain everything

Kim: your mom was a writer? Was she famous?

Sally: yes and no she’s only a famous writer in this city, but not worldwide famous and her name is Angelina shockstin 

Kim: oh I think I have heard of her

Sally: really?

Kim: yea was she the one that wrote “ my life as a Jewish android”?

Sally: yes!

Kim: oh cool! Which one is this?

Sally: “ the mystery of Sakura” it’s about the history of the school

Kim: is it good or bad history?

Sally: both here let’s read the back “this is a story of my high school days and the disappearance of a bunch of girls we don’t know what happened to them but we found out that they had a conversation with the same boy this is a story of the fear it caused everybody that happened with the span of 10 weeks and the worst part is the killer was never found”

Kim: is that why there is a noose, skeleton a shovel and a knife in the tree with initials carved in the tree? 

Sally: yes my mother explained that the killer convinced like two of the girls commit $u!c!de

Kim: how?!

Sally: she convinced everybody to bully them

Kim: that sounds terrible

Sally: it was hopefully there is no crazy person here trying to kill us.

Kim: yea I probably stay away from all the guys

Sally: yea definitely

Kim: another weird question did have a boyfriend/girlfriend or do you have one right now?

Sally: no I don’t you?

Kim: I had a girlfriend in the lab

Sally: oh did she come along with you?

Kim:….no she died….

Sally: oh how did she die?

Kim: well one of the scientist injected her with flower seeds and if she ever fell in love the flowers will grow and knowing that I confessed to her and everything was well in there is some robot girl that made a drink for her that would slow the flowers down so we made it into about a year but she slowly started becoming week and sick I tried to stay with her but…..a month before I escaped she died I still feel like it’s my fault she’s gone

Sally:* puts her around kim* hay don’t think that I’m sure her soul is still in your heart and maybe you’ll find somebody who makes you just as happy as she did

Kim: yea hopefully

Sally: what was her name?

Kim: I don’t remember

Sally: ok where did you get that necklace?

Kim: oh my dad gave it to me for my fifth birthday it says “you are my sunshine” on the back

Sally: aww that’s cute

Kim: thanks

Sally: if you don’t mind sharing can you tell me more about what happened in the lab?

Kim: I won’t say too much because I really hate those memories but one time they hooked my brain up to some machine to see if the lizard blood made me any smarter or something and since I wouldn’t hold still I was tied to the chair and I still wouldn’t cooperate so that when they ripped my eye out well one guy did

Sally: who?

Kim: some doctor named James

Sally: that must’ve hurt like hell what did they do with your eye

Kim: he threw it on the ground and stomped on it and said “if you don’t stop behaving I will do the same to your other eye” 

Sally: ok I will stop those kind of questions, but I do want to know one last one when and why did they throw acid on you? 

Kim:…….

Sally: i’m sorry I’ll go now

Kim: no no it’s just I don’t mind answering these questions because you sound generally curious and not trying to make fun of me it just brings back bad memories

Sally: well, you could skip the question if you want to 

Kim: no I said I don’t mind answering so here is your answer. I believe I was about like 13 or 14 and the lizard blood I was ejected with had very tough skin so that’s when they tied me down to a table and threw acid all over me that’s how I got the whole, my face showing my teeth and the one near my rib cage and my leg 

Sally: do you need to put medicine on your wounds?

Kim: no I have them sew my acid wounds together 

Sally: may I see the rest of your face?

Kim: no you probably scream

Sally: ok if you ever feel comfortable with sharing your face

Kim: ok I will

At Kim’s house after school Kim goes into the bathroom and moves her hair from her face and removes her eyepatch and just stare at herself in the mirror

Kim: I knew that she would scream and run away if she saw me like this

John: Kim is something wrong? 

Kim: kinda

John: what’s wrong dear? Bad first day?

Kim: no remember that girl Sally from the hospital?

John: yes I remember Sally why?

Kim: well I realize i like like her and earlier today, she asked if she could see the rest of my face and I wanted to become I knew she would scream if she saw me 

John: hay don’t automatically think that

Kim: I’m trying not to

John: do you ever plan on showing her the rest of your face? 

Kim: if we ever get serious then yeah I will

John: ok don’t rush things between you and sally

Kim: I know I won’t

Two years later the four girls are 18 and Kim finds out that dreamer and Marceline are not human beings and Kim’s feelings for Sally grow stronger and she decided to ask sally out

Kim: so I asked Sally out on a date what should I say?

Marceline: ask about her talents and just try to make sure the conversation is mostly about her

Kim: ok I will try

End of chapter



[tinysushimark]

Pick my calls up (Mk, 1.2k Words)

fluff 💖

*Calling Mark*

You were scared that something which you'd never know about must've happened. He was the kind to pick calls up in an instant. You had called him more than twice, but he still didn't pick up, making you even more anxious.

*Calling Haechan.*

"HELLOOOO!" Haechan yelled through the phone.

"Where is Mark?"

"Not with me."

"Can you look for him?"

"Y/n, did you call me to ask about him?"

"Yes, he isn't picking calls up."

"How many times did you call him?"

"Thrice."

"Omg, little y/nie is scared coz her boyfriend didn't pick her calls up and she called more than twice."

"You're an asshole."

"He's probably sleeping in his studio."

You cut the call when you heard Haechan say that. He probably fell asleep while working, yes. Of all the days, today was your day off so you couldn't even call anyone to pick you up and go to the company. You could always drive yourself, but you didn't want to. Its not like you had a choice, what if something had really happened.

When you reached the building, you saw your manager walk out from her cabin.

"Unnie!" You shouted to grab her attention.

She walked towards you with a smile on her face and grabbed your arm.

"Did someone call you here? You should've called me."

"Where is Mark?"

"How would i know that? How did you get here?"

"Drove myself."

Your manager didn't know where Mark was, no point talking to her anymore. You swiftly removed your arm from her grip and ran towards his studio.

The door was locked, so you knocked on it and waited. There was no response, so you knocked again. Then you noticed that the main switch from outside was switched off.

"Did he have recording today?" You thought to yourself.

You ran towards the recording studio which was just a few turns away from his studio.

You flung the door open and saw your producer.  You greeted him and he gave you a warm smile.

"Was Mark here today?" You asked him in a rush.

"No." He said, looking confused.

"Are you looking for him?"

"Yes. He hasn't been picking calls up."

"He's probably in the other recording studio, with the other producer."

"Got it, thank you."

The other recording studio was on another floor and on the complete opposite side of this one. Weighing your options, you swifted through the flight of stairs and walked as fast as you could. When you reached the recording studio and flung the door open, you saw him.

He was bitting his nails, hair a mess, mask down to his chin.

"Ahhh." He groaned.

"Pd-nim let's do this one again, it sounds so off key."

"Mark, come back tomorrow ok?"

"No, i wanna get this over with today."

"Listen to him." You said, all eyes turning to you.

You bowed to everyone in the room and took a seat next to him.

"We'll take 10." The producer said, making everyone walk out of the studio except for you and him.

"What's wrong?"

"I keep getting stuck at this one part." He said looking down at his lyric sheet.

"Its not the end of the world, you can record it tomorrow." You said grabbing his hands to make him stop fidgeting.

"I want to get it over with."

"Getting it over with, isn't gonna be your best shot. If you do it tomorrow maybe you'll do better than today." You tried to make eye contact.

"I'll make you the honey tea i drink before recording, tonight."

"Ok fine." He mumbled playing with your hands. "But u have to help me, with this part, i am just-" He looked up eyes almost on the verge of tears, he snuggled into your arm and let his tears slip. You patted his head from your other hand, resting your hand on his hair.

"Its ok baby." You said trying to silence him.

"I dont know how to make it not boring, why do the give me such boring parts. I always improvise and do my best, do u think I've lost my touch?"

"No, Mark. What the hell are you talking about babe, you're the best rapper I've ever met. You always put in so much hardwork and you always hide intricate details when you're recording your parts."

"You're saying that because you love me."

"No, I'm saying that because its the truth." You said hand resting on his cheek.

He stayed in your arms a little longer, burrying his face in your chest.

"Where is your phone?"

"Hm?" He looked up at you and then his eyes went wide, realisation hitting him.

"I dont have it."

"Yeah, but where is it?"

"I dont know."

Johnny opened the door and saw you two sitting close together and walked right back out.

"You're not interrupting anything, come in." You said loudly for him to hear.

"Thanks man." Johnny said, handing Mark's phone to him.

"You had his phone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Coz he gave it to me before recording, and i asked for it coz i wanted to click pictures."

"Couldn't you pick my call up and say that he was recording?"

"You called?"

"Johnny hyung what the fuck?" Mark said, "Did you come here coz i didn't pick your calls up?"

"Of course, i got concerned."

"Ah hyung, what the fuck man?" Mark said again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you called, i dont know how to use androids in my defense."

After Johnny left, Mark snuggled up to you again.

"Thank god he didn't pick up." Mark said.

"Why?"

"You wouldn't have come over then." He smiled at you leaving a small kiss on your hand, which was on his cheek and then snuggling again. You giggled watching him behave this way. Who'd say that he was the same guy from when he performs. You poked his mole, making him look up.

"Let's go get dinner?"

"Yes, but can we eat something recording friendly?"

"Soup from your favourite restaurant."

"Ok."

He said getting up and putting his lyric sheets in his bag. He started to wrap stuff up when his producer walked in. Mark informed them that he'd record tomorrow evening and the producer smiled at you, knowing how you always convinced him that he could do better tomorrow.

You slowly walked out of the studio, holding hands when he asked you the question, you had hoped he wouldn't ask.

"How did you get here?"

"Drove myself." You said taking the keys out from your pocket.

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"Omg, is my car fine?"

"You mean, our?"

"Y/n if there's a scratch, I'm not forgiving you."

"Who are you to forgive me? You don't remember when you straight up drove into a telephone pole?"

"Dont make me shout."

You spent the night trying to help him with his lyrics, the fact that you were a vocalist wasn't helping because he'd just end up laughing.

"I'm trying." You said and gave him puppy eyes.

"You made me take note of some changes which i should be making. So you did well."

He smiled at you, "You rap well."

"Don't make fun of me, Mark Lee." You said climbing in his lap.

"You did well tho." He said pinching your cheeks.

"Ooh, the tea! I'll make it and then we'll go to sleep, your throat needs rest." You said walking urgently to the kitchen.

The next evening you were anxious, hoping Mark was doing well during his recording.

*Message from Mark💖*

"Recording went well, see you at home."

You sighed in relief.

You knew he was getting you a present tonight.

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader - ты выйдешь за меня?

Requested by @statticghost​ - Could I request a Reader/Natasha where Natasha constantly tells reader she loves/wants to marry her in Russian, thinking reader can’t understand her but one day reader just quietly responds yes when Natasha asks her.

Warning - One or two swear words. 

Note - This may be a bit short, sorry

Requests are closed at the moment

Dating Natasha Romanoff was a big thing. She was the Black Widow, the deadliest assassin in the entire world. You knew she knew a great many languages, but she loved to speak Russian around you. She told you what a few words meant here and there. ‘Lyubit’ meant Love. ‘Detka’ meant Baby. And ‘Milaya’ meant Sweetheart. Those were common in your everyday interactions. Every time Bucy was in the room, he’d tease you to no end about the phrases. You became immune to his quips and jabs and then just started to ignore him.

It soon became known that every second Thursday in the Avengers Compound was Game Night...and safe to say it was a nightmare. One of the most common games that you liked to play was ‘Cards Against Humanity’.

“No!” Tony complained, throwing his cards down. “That was the best combo!”

“Sorry, Tony.” You apologised, snatching the black card off the table. “My combo as just better.”

“How? Romanoff’s biased!”

“‘You know you’re a parent when blank seems normal.’” Natasha read off the card you won. “But ‘shit on the ceiling’ beats out ‘not sleeping for twenty hours’” The group let out a collective chuckle at the card. 

“Oh come on!”

“Just accept you have lost, Stark.” Thor boomed, clapping the billionaire on the back. “The Lady (Your/Last/Name) has won.” 

You stuck your tongue out at Tony, leaning into Natasha’s side. The redhead brushed a kiss to your hairline and then said to you “Ty vyydesh' za menya?” 

Bucky spat out his drink, and started to cough. Your eyebrows pinched together. Vision was smirking across the room, trading looks with the metal-armed-man.

“What?” You questioned. You looked at Natasha. “What did you just say?” Natasha just chuckled, holding you close. “Bucky?” You turned to him, but he was still laughing. “Vis?” The android lifted his hand in dismissal. 

“I would prefer to continue living, Miss (Y/L/N).” He said. You pouted, crossing your arms and laying back on Natasha once more. 

Natasha continued this for months. Randomly, she would say the phrase, and you got increasingly more frustrated. When you brushing your teeth as you were getting ready for bed. “Ty vyydesh' za menya?”

Several days later when you were bringing her a cup of coffee. “Ty vyydesh' za menya?”

During training. “Ty vyydesh' za menya?”

When you were folding laundry. “Ty vyydesh' za menya?”

You got fed up. You begged Bucky and Vision to tell you, but they wouldn’t say anything, and it seemed like they had told everyone. Every time you were with another Avenger, they gave you subtle smirks and kept on glancing at your hands. Like any rational person, you decided to go to Google Translate.

Putting the words into the search engine, you turned red at it. You smirked TIme to get back at your girlfriend.

The next week, you practised your response to the next time Natasha posed her question. You were reading while she flicked through the channels on the ridiculously large TV Tony insisted on “Ty vyydesh' za menya?” She asked again. 

Not looking up, you turned a page in your book as you responded. “Da, u tebya yest' kol'tso?

“Wait what?” Natasha muttered. You glanced up at her, your book hiding your smirk.

“You didn't think that with all the asking I wouldn't catch on? Man, you may be an elite spy but you-hey!” Natasha ripped the book from your hands and pressed close to you, TV forgotten as she cupped the back of your head and pulled you into a deep kiss. 

“Do you mean it?” She muttered. 

“If I didn't mean it I wouldn't say it.” You replied. 

“Finaly!” A voice shouted from above, causing you and Natasha to look. There was a thud from the vents and Clint’s head poked down. “Took you long enough.”

Tags: @baked-bean-bekah​

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Ask Answers: January 17th, 2021 (Part 1)

More ask answers! It’s gonna be a lot today, so we’re splitting it into two.

i love Cliff and Kyra's relationship so much ?? even though they had issues they managed to work things out and remain friends through the years! it's so refreshing over the narrative of people resenting each other after they break up.. im kind of curious tho , do they see each other strictly platonic now or is there still something lingering?

Aw, I’m glad to hear you like their relationship. Their feelings are very platonic now. Kyra views him as an ex and co-parent and then a friend as time goes on. Cliff does struggle not to think of her as still his family, even though he’s not romantically attracted anymore. But he’s knows it might be crossing a line to be that attached to a woman who divorced him and so he tries to let her just live her own life.

Can i ask just how tall Cove exactly is in Step 3? And will he be even TALLER in Step 4? My short heart cannot handle this. (Also this game is absolutely flawless and I haven't been able to stop thinking abt it since I played. Planning on getting the dlcs soon, y'all did SO WELL!!!!!!!!!) 

Haha, thank you very much.

Step 1: 4'1 feet Step 2: 5'4 feet Step 3: 6'0 feet Step 4: 6'4 feet 

Hey! So, I know Steam is having its fall sale/boxing day sale or something so i was wondering if you guys were gonna participate in that?? I was thinking of buying XOXO Droplets (the extended version) but i didnt want to do anything before there was a potential sale. May seem like an odd question, but I was genuinely curious. I can't wait to play the full game when i get it tho :D

I’m afraid we have some things we wanna fix in XOXO Droplets before really promoting it/pushing it with sales, so for now it won’t be participating in Steam sales. Hopefully we can update it soon.

Hello I'm still trying to get the CG for Step 2-3 and didn't see or get it when I told Cove of the deal in the Dinner moment like your guide says. I got the achievement but no CG. Is there another choice I'm suppsed to make after telling him?

Make sure you go back to the house with Cove after he leaves and don’t stay in your living room.

* don't be suspicious* *don't be suspicious*  ...Hi, there's another way to pay for the Our Life +18 dlc besides Patreon? Patreon have very limited payment options and I've been struggling with the platform. Anyways, thanks for the amazing game I hope I could support any way ^u^

Haha, right now there isn’t anything specific, but once it’s finished in a few months we’ll look into other hosting sites.

do you think we can get another our life dlc plzzz i would pay so much for it <3 i want to see their life together when they have kids or pets or just live with the two of them and i really want them to adopt kids too since jamie is adopted :)

I’m afraid we likely won’t. As much as we love OL: B&A, we’ve gotta start putting our whole effort into new projects soon. Maybe someday we could come back and do special new content, but it’d be quite awhile after all the planned DLCs have released.

How do you delete a save file? 

On PC or Mac you hover over a slot and hit the delete key, or you can go into the saved data folder and delete the files directly. On Android I’m afraid I don’t know. You can save over them with something else, though.

this is like. totally embarrassing and silly to ask but im dying here; i love cove so much i wanna climb that boy like a tree. so basically what im asking here is like. will the nsfw dlc have explicit stuff or is it more like an implied kinda situation? cuz i want some full on nsfw shit im so thirsty for cove and only this can satisfy me

It’s truly 18+ and explicit with nude art and straightforward descriptions of sexual acts. That’s why we can’t release it as part of the main game, haha. I’m glad you’re into Cove~

Hello! I've really been enjoying Our Life and am noticing some animation changes with the update! I just had a question though. In Step 2 we meet Jeremy but I was wondering if he was only meant to appear in Step 2 as a typical mean kid or is there more we don't know? 

Jeremy is a horrible pill in Our Life, but he is also a beloved romance option as a teenager in our other game XOXO Droplets. His personality is quite different once he grows up more. I imagine Cove and the MC would be pretty surprised.

Hi! i absolutely adore our life so far and I can't wait to continue supporting the game with the upcoming dlc drops! i was just wondering if y'all were planning on uploading any art for steam icons/the steam point shop in general<3 

Thank you! And we might. But we’re first trying to focus on making a new game update since there are still some improvements we have in mind.

I hope this question doesn’t come off weird but would Cove be the type of guy to memorize your period? I imagine he’d be the kind of best friend/boyfriend who would keep track of your cycle to support you during it or something like that 

We’d be shy about it at first and avoid mentioning what he was doing, but he would try to keep track of it based on any insight the MC gave him. The longer you’re with him, the more it could be just a normal thing the two openly talked about.

Hi there, how often do you do auditions? I am a voice actor and would love to be part of a project ?

We usually have auditions two to three times a year. Our next planned casting call will be for side character in Our Life Step 4.

Are the 5 moments included in the Derek and Baxter DLCs different from the normal Step 2 and 3 DLC? And will they focus exclusively on Derek and Baxter respectively? I was a little confused when I read the DLC FAQ. Thanks! 

Mostly they’ll be completely new Moments that star Derek or Baxter. Though, for example, Derek’s DLC will allow you to take him to the Soiree. If you go with Derek that will remove your ability to go with Cove in the Cove Step 2 DLC.

Sorry if you've already said this, but how will your character transfer over to the patreon exclusive NSFW DLC?  Can it access your game memory or will you select traits your character showed and choices you made from a list? 

It’s a standalone event that happens for MCs who are in a relationship with Cove and have been dating him for a while. Other details about the MC/their dynamic with Cove will just be picked in the event itself. It won’t try to take data from a specific save in the actual game.

I love your games, but currently only have an Android. When will you put your other games on android? 

I don’t know. They might not able to be formatted for Android very well, unfortunately. We’ll see how much time we’ve got later this year to try figuring it out.

Thank you so much for all the questions :D

[brittlebonesguy]

hyello ma'am

please answer all of the questions for the book asks :)

love u ❤️❤️

omg I love you. thank you for being the only person who ever send me asks my biggest fan 💕💕

1. book I've read the most times: I reread a lot of books from high school for some reason but I think the main one would be the lunar chronicles

2. top 5 books: I have a real problem with reading books that are just okay and not GREAT so I don't know how to answer this. thst being said I still really like six of crows and also pride and prejudice and Frankenstein <3

3. my favorite genre is either scifi or fantasy

4. section of bookstore I browse: the whole thing, but mainly the fiction and sci/fantasy sections. I I peak in the manga and comic sections

5. I buy books pretty sparingly in recent years. if I do I usually do thriftbooks or barnes and noble because I get gift cards for there

6. I haven't been reading too much the past month but I did just finish a book literally a few hours ago: legendborn. it was actually really good and I hope it ends with a throuple <3. I'm only saying actually because I had to stop reading two other books because I was just having a terrible time with them

7. I've been reading since like late elementary school and have the memory if a goldfish so I have no clue what got me into reading

8. the first book I remember reading would probably be some dr seuss type of shit. I also vividly remember sitting on my moms lap and reading kids books outloud with her but I don't remember what books those are

9. I tend to read fantasy the most

10. I don't really have any guilt with the books I read

11. I like a lot of non fiction but I don't read it too much so I don't have an actual answer for this

12. I really enjoyed Frankenstein in high school! that's pretty much it though

13. I used to have a goodreads but I ended up deleting it and using storygraph instead. I've been using that app since before it had an actual app for androids

14. I don't usually dog ear because I think it's fun to use random things as bookmarks. but i do underline or highlight things in some of my books. the main reason I don't mark up my books is because I get lazy with it so the beginning and end of a book will have lots of comments and the middle is completely barren (ie. my copy of the darkest minds)

15. I guess I'll review legendborn since that's the last thing I read. I was pretty into it from the start and then when the whole king arthur stuff first got introduced I was pretty 🙄 but I liked the main character and was interested in the mystery of her mom so I kept reading and im pretty glad I did. the writing was fun and I liked some of the characters. I think the author wanted me to care about more characters than I did which is my bad but in my defense some of them were really flat and gave me nothing to work with. I also liked how casually gay and non binary people were. this book was kind of littered with lgbt which was nice to see

16. I have fully read 10 books this year. started like 5 other ones and dropped two of them so not too bad

17. I don't really have any children's books to recommend

18. I do like period books, really any time period

19. most disliked popular books: I recently read strange the dreamer and hated it. I'm not sure how popular unearthed by megan spooner and amie kaufman (the starbound series bitches) is but I quite literally hated it. some others right off the dome explanations at the ready if asked: one flew over the cuckoos nest, you, the whole of the throne of glass series (unfinished to this day), anthem by ayn rand, the catcher in the rye

20. there's isn't anything that I look for specifically in books. it's mainly vibes. buy I do mainly go for women authors and if I pick up a man's books I try to gage if he'll be sexist or not

[degenerate-otaku]

free serotonin:

A fluffy fic of Future Gohan helping Trunks go to bed

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13896221/1/Before-the-Rain

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31779091/chapters/82442992

(Just in case u wanna check it out and my other one shots

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“It's only 9pm!” Trunks protested, folding his arms.

“Yes, but you have to be up early for training!” Gohan retorted, aiming to convince the stubborn teen to go to sleep.

“But it's a Friday night!” Trunks persistently argued.

“The androids won't care what day it is, you have to train and prepare for the next battle!” Gohan responded, his seriousness causing Trunks to sigh and agree.

“It's been so long since you stayed over.” Trunks smiled, rummaging through his messy wardrobe for suitable pyjamas with no holes in them or stains.

“You should tidy up.” Gohan nagged.

“Hey, you're my cool older brother, not my mom!” Trunks laughed, pulling something out that would keep him warm through the night.

“Y-you think I'm cool?!” Gohan blushed slightly. He didn't expect that.

“Well, duh! You're the Golden Warrior! You save so many people from the androids!” His student grinned, putting the pyjamas on his bed.

“Yeah...but I still can't beat them...” Gohan sighed, sitting down on his bed which was beside Trunks.

“You're the one always telling me to lighten up!” Trunks called out to him from the bathroom, which was close by as he started brushing his teeth.

Trunks walked back in his bedroom, which was a frigid basement used previously for storage that he and his mother had converted into a bedroom over the years, the toothbrush still in his hand.

“I guess...” Gohan smiled softly, glancing at Trunks who leant against the door.

“Besides,” The boy's voice was slightly muffled from the toothpaste, “You always say to have hope! That we'll destroy them someday and bring peace!” Trunks then walked back to rinse out his mouth and wash his face, leaving Gohan to ponder on those words that he had forgotten himself.

“Yeah...thanks, little bro.” Gohan yawned as the teen returned and got changed into his nightclothes, not caring about his master being there who had seen him fully naked several times anyway.

“Those scars healing?” Gohan asked and Trunks checked his arms and thighs, then nodded.

“Good...” Gohan, already in clothes he deemed suitable for sleeping (any clothes that weren't his gi), looked at the pictures on the wall of himself and Trunks from a few years ago, as well as the ones of landscapes and the posters Trunks had hung up from old magazines he found. Gohan thought it appeared rather nice for a basement with no heating or windows.

Trunks was about to lift up the covers of his bed, ignoring his clothes that were strewn across the floor before Gohan interrupted him, asking,

“Did you go use the bathroom? Remember what happened when-”

“YES I WENT! I'M NOT A KID ANYMORE!” Trunks exclaimed, his face red from remembering his past...

..problems.

“Alright, jeez!” Gohan smirked. “How about you turn off the hall light and your lamp if you're so grown-”

“No! It's too dark otherwise!” Trunks refused.

“Riiight.” Gohan teased and his pupil scoffed, getting into his bed, yawning.

Trunks tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, fluffing his pillow and adjusting his sheets.

“Ugh...I hate going to sleep.” He grumbled.

Gohan, who had opted to read before bed, turned to watch him struggle, hiding his laughter.

“Maybe you should read too?” Gohan suggested, holding up his book.

“I'm reading 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu.”

“That sounds boring.” Trunks rolled his eyes, his head sinking into the pillow.

“Well, why don't you read something you find fun?” Gohan turned the page, ignoring his student's comment regarding the book.

Trunks apprehensively pulled out his favourite book from the side of his bed, hiding the cover from Gohan as he lay reading it in the dim light of the lamp beside him.

He grinned at the pages, feeling warm inside from the words on them.

“What's that?” Gohan asked.

“N-Nothing!” He hid it suddenly under the covers.

“Trunks if its... those kinda magazines, I won't judge or tell-”

“WHAT?!” His face was beet red at such a ludicrous accusation.

“N-no it's nothing like that Gohan, I'm not like Master Roshi!” He denied, still hiding the book.

“Just show me!” Gohan implored, leaning over Trunks' bed, separated from his by the bedside table.

Sheepishly, Trunks held up his favourite book,

“The Prince of the Forbidden Forest”

“Oh...that one.” Gohan wearily smiled at it, taking it in his hands.

“Gosh, I gave this to you so long ago...it really helped me when I was younger so I thought it could help you too.” He ran his finger down the worn spine with a crease down it, eyes scanning the cover.

“Yeah...it did help a lot...still does.” Trunks yawned, laying back down.

“Hey...how about I read it to you, like old times?” Gohan offered, flicking through the pages.

“Gohan, I'm not a baby.” Trunks again refused with the same excuse of no longer being a little kid.

“Well...how about I just read it aloud to myself? You can choose to listen.” The Demi-Saiyan smirked, and Trunks said it was a good idea, also grinning deviously as if being read a story was a crime.

Gohan opened the book, getting to the first chapter and began,

“In a busy city, in a busy country, there was a palace. In the Palace there were busy servants and cooks, with busy guards too.”

Trunks himself was following along without the book in front of him. He was able to visualise, the feel of the page, the layout of the paragraphs, the illustrations, all of it.

“In the top of the Palace Tower was a boy who was doing nothing. He was the Prince.

People moved stuff from his room, hurriedly carrying them down the steps, whilst he stared out the window, rain trickling down the double-glazed panes.”

Trunks felt cosier by the second, pulling the blankets close and turning to the side to watch Gohan, an excellent story teller, expertly bring the words to life.

Trunks especially loved when he did the voices for the magical creatures like the trolls and witches and his falsetto for the fairies, but that would come later on, in chapter 4.

“The Prince wore black ever since his father's funeral. He was only 9 when his father, the King, got ill.”

Gohan paused for a moment after that, but continued, every word drawing Trunks closer to the sweet surrender of sleep.

The bedsheets felt heavier and so did the teen's eyelids.

“When he was younger, the Prince would go with his parents out into the woods, but now it was declared dangerous and no-one dared tread there, for fear of the monsters that would attack the town. The Prince dreamt of the day he would become a strong, brave man like his father and defeat them-”

Gohan stopped to check on Trunks.

The boy had fallen asleep soundly.

“Goodnight, little bro...I love you.” He whispered, putting down the book on the table and switching the lamp off before heading to sleep himself.

'Tomorrow we train to defeat the monsters.'

[duhragonball]

[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (171/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball,   which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation.    This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made  on this work   by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please   don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note:  This story takes place about 1000 years before  66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

     [June 12, Age 780.   Earth.   Alternate Timeline.]  

The radio reports had been silent for days.   For thirteen years, the world had lived in terror of two killer androids.   And yet, in all that time, no one truly understood the nature of that threat.   They would slaughter a population center, then mysteriously vanish without a trace.   No one knew when or where the androids would strike next, and no one knew where they went between attacks.   There was dispute over whether they were androids at all.  Some maintained that they were actually cyborgs--human beings enhanced with bionic technology.  But as the death toll rose, the world lost interest in such semantic arguments.  

Trunks had been born into this world, but he had heard stories of the time before the android menace.  His mother had regaled him with tales of her heroic friends and the adventures they had.   Most of them had been killed by the androids, but there was one left.   Son Gohan, the mightiest warrior on Earth, had been the only one strong enough to challenge the androids, but he had never been able to overcome them.   Trunks believed he could help, and so he had convinced Gohan to train him in secret.  

Trunks' mother never approved of him wanting to fight the androids, but Trunks and Gohan had something in common.   Both of their fathers had been alien warriors, Saiyans.  It was from Gohan's father that he had inherited the power he used to stand up to the androids, and Trunks believed that he could learn to tap into that power as well.  

But today, as with many days, that belief seemed irrelevant in the harsh face of reality.  

"You're doing fine, Trunks," Gohan said.  It was easy for him to say.   Everything seemed easy for the young man.  His strength went beyond mere muscle and ki energy.  Even the loss of his left arm had not slowed Gohan down.   He was just as confident and supportive as ever.   Trunks wished that he could be just like him, though it seemed impossible.  

"I just can't do it!" Trunks said.  "Maybe I was wrong about all of this, Gohan.  I mean, what if I can't turn into a Super Saiyan?  What if I'm just holding you back?"

"You're getting in your own head, bro," Gohan warned him.  "When a man tells himself he's going to fail, he usually finds a way to make it happen.  Don't talk yourself out of your goals.    Piccolo used to tell me that when I was a kid."

Gohan always spoke of Piccolo with such great respect.   Trunks could only imagine what he must have been like.   But even Piccolo's words were not enough to temper his frustration.  

"You've told me before to keep trying, Gohan," he said, "but what if...?  I don't know... What if there's some sort of rule to it?"

"Rule?" Gohan asked.  

"I mean, it's special, right?" Trunks asked.  "It's not like every Saiyan could do it, right?  What if there's something about me that makes it impossible?"

"I used to wonder about that myself," Gohan said.   "There was only supposed to be one Super Saiyan every thousand years, and I was half-Saiyan, so what chance did I have?  But I still pulled it off.   And you will, too."

Trunks gave him a puzzled look.   "Who said there could only be one every thousand years?"  

"Vegeta," Gohan said.  

"My father?" Trunks asked.

"Sure.   It was your dad who first told us about it.   The Super Saiyan, I mean."

"What... what did he say?"

Gohan leaned back and laid down on the butte they were resting on.   He propped his right arm--the only one he had left-- under his head, and stared off into the cloudless sky.  

"He didn't say much at the time.    We were on Planet Namek, fighting against Frieza's men.    My dad showed up and rescued us from the Ginyu Force.    Well, just one of them, really.    A real big guy named Recoome.   He defeated us like we were nothing.    First Vegeta, then Krillin, and he saved me for last.   I was only five.   I think he might have broken my neck.    I can't remember that part very well.     Anyway, my dad arrived and gave us all senzu beans.   Then he walked right up to Recoome like he was no big deal.    Dad never took a fight for granted, but this time, he practically declared victory.   It was wild."

"Was that when Goku first transformed?" Trunks asked.    "From seeing you so badly hurt?"

"No, that came later," Gohan said, "while we were fighting against Frieza himself.    But before that, Recoome seemed impossible enough on his own.    And somehow, dad took him down with a single blow.   Then he toyed with the others.   I forget their names.    There was a red guy and a big blue one.    When dad beat them, Vegeta kept talking about Super Saiyans.    He seemed to think dad was one, I guess because he did something Vegeta couldn't do."

"He was jealous of Goku, then."  

"Probably, but you have to understand, your father was the strongest Saiyan of all.    We defeated him on Earth, but just barely, and he kept getting stronger on Namek.    So for my dad to show up and suddenly surpass him like that, it was a big deal.    It wasn't just hard work paying off.    My dad was doing things no Saiyan could do.  And I guess that's what reminded Vegeta of the legend."  

"Legend?"  

Gohan settled in before continuing.   There was always a faraway look in his eyes whenever he spoke of the old days, back when their fathers were still alive.   "There's been other Super Saiyans," Gohan began.   "At least, that's how the story goes.    One every thousand years, and Vegeta said that the last one lived about a thousand years ago.    Our fathers were the only two Saiyans left, as far as anyone knew, so Vegeta started to think that one of them had to be the next in line.   Of course Vegeta naturally assumed he would be the one.  He thought my dad wasn't a 'true' Saiyan, because of his upbringing on Earth.   But when Frieza defeated Vegeta, he put all his hopes in Dad.    He practically begged Dad to become the Legendary Super Saiyan and avenge their people."  

"I know how he must have felt," Trunks said bitterly.   He clenched his fists and stared down at them.   "I want to transform so badly, so I can help you defeat the cyborgs, so we can avenge our people, but it just isn't happening."

"Don't be too hard on yourself," Gohan said.   "The legend isn't true anyway."

"How can you say that?" Trunks asked.    "It has to be true.   You're a Super Saiyan yourself!"  

"So what?" Gohan said with a grim chuckle.    "The way your father talked about it, there was only supposed to be one every thousand years.     And the Super Saiyan is supposed to be invincible, and crave battle above all else.    That's how Vegeta talked about it, anyway."

"But Goku was invincible," Trunks said.   "He defeated Frieza--"

"--and then he died of a heart virus a few years later," Gohan said.  "And he wasn't the only one to do it.   Vegeta transformed a couple of years after him.   It just took him a while to figure it out.   And now I can do it, and I think you'll get there too, eventually.    So that's four in twenty years, not one in a millennium."

"Oh," Trunks said.    "I hadn't thought of that."   For a boy of thirteen, twenty years and a thousand years didn't seem so different.

"You and I are half-Earthling," Gohan added,  "so I wonder if the legend took guys like us into account.    Did the old Super Saiyans just not have kids?   Vegeta told me once that the last Super Saiyan could only maintain that level in a giant ape form.    And that guy ended up destroying himself because he couldn't contain his power.    Not how I want to end up.   I can't speak for our dads, but I know how I feel about it.   Yeah, I've had my fill of battle.    If we ever defeat the cyborgs, I'll be happy to retire from fighting."

"Yeah, me too," Trunks said.   "But I don't get it.    You make it sound like it doesn't matter if I learn to turn Super Saiyan.  If the legend isn't true, then what's the point?"

Gohan sat up, and suddenly Trunks felt his fingers tousling his lavender hair.    "The point, kid, is that you shouldn't think of it as a destination.    Turning into a Super Saiyan is just part of your journey, not the end.   Your father believed in the legend when it was his only hope of defeating Frieza.    But he didn't give up just because my dad transformed first.   He kept working to catch up to Dad, and to surpass him if he could.     That's what legends are for.    They're not a set of rules or guarantees or anything like that.    But they can still inspire us and keep us going when times are tough."  

He stood up, and reached down to grab Trunks' hand to pull him to his feet.    "You and I, Trunks.   We can become legends ourselves.     We'll fight the cyborgs and win, just like our dads fought against Frieza.    I don't know anything about that guy a thousand years ago, if he even existed at all.    But he inspired Vegeta to try harder, and that's all that matters.    So we owe it to all of them to try harder ourselves, don't we?"  

It took a moment for these words to sink in, but once they did, Trunks smiled and nodded in agreement.    "You got it, Gohan.    If it's all right with you, I think we should get back to work."

"Sounds good to me," Gohan said.   "Enough goofing off.  Break time's over."

And the two of them sparred for the next few hours.  That night, Trunks drifted off to sleep with thoughts of becoming the next Super Saiyan, and defeating the androids, whether the legend approved or not.

*******

     [3 March, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]  

Trunks sat alone in his quarters, working on a plastic model of a battleship, when he heard a knock at the door.   He was in no mood for visitors, but the model was beginning to frustrate him almost as much as the problems that he had wanted to be distracted from, so he welcomed the chance to get away from it, if only to tell someone to come back another time.  

His grim mood fell away, however, when he saw who was standing on the other side of his door.  She was a middle-aged woman, clad in a gold coverall with knee and elbowpads.   Her short, blue hair peeked out from the brim of her meshback cap, which bore the logo of the Capsule Corporation.

"Mom!" Trunks exclaimed.   "What are you doing here?"

"First Tuesday of the month, Trunks," Bulma replied with a smile.   "Preventative maintenance tour, don't you remember?"

"I thought we just did a PM..." Trunks said.

"We did, son," Bulma said.    "Last month.   I guess they're keeping you pretty busy these days, for you to lose track of time like that."

"Heh.   I guess you could say that," Trunks chuckled.   "How have you been?"

"Oh, same old, same old," Bulma said cheerfully.   There's been some snags with the reconstruction efforts in West City, but it's really coming along.  I brought some pictures with me, if you want to check it out."  

"I bet I won't even recognize it anymore," Trunks said.  "They've built over all my favorite craters."

"You should come visit one of these days, Trunks," Bulma said.   "Bring a friend from the Time Patrol, if you like.  We can make a day of it."

"I'd love to, but things are pretty crazy lately, mom," Trunks said.  "Oh, uh, sorry, I should let you come inside and sit down."

"Forget it," Bulma said.   She took his hand and tugged him towards her.    "I came over to take you to dinner.   Chronnie said you've been sulking in your apartment all day."  

Trunks blanched at the name she used for the Supreme Kai of Time.   "Mother, I wish you wouldn't call her that.   She's a very--"

"Yeah, yeah, she's a very important person, goddess of time, you've told me all about it.   Chronnie said it was okay, and that's good enough for me.   You really need to loosen up, son.   You can be just like your father sometimes..."

Trunks sighed and followed his mother out the door.   Sometimes, it was just easier to bow to fate.

*******

Luffa was cooking for guests in her apartment when the technicians arrived.    They were Earthlings, each clad in coveralls and meshback hats with the Capsule Corporation logo.   She offered to set a place for them, but they only stayed long enough to prod the air conditioning system with their diagnostic tools.   One of them accepted a taquito from her as they departed, but she suspected that they were just being polite.  

"What was that all about?" Luffa asked the others.

"PM day," Jayncho said.  Luffa's roommate had taken her plate and retreated to the opposite end of the apartment, where she lay on the floor and picked at her meal.  

"Yeah, they do maintenance checks 'bout once a month," said Mosh.  He was a tall, lean Saiyan with an appetite for red rice.  He scooped a spoonful into his mouth and added: "Capsule Corp built most of the infrastructure in the city."

"Um, manners?" said Ravi.  He and Mosh were involved romantically, although they seemed somewhat reluctant to put a label on their relationship.   Luffa had learned to steer clear of calling them 'boyfriends', as it tended to make Ravi blush.   For an Earthling, he seemed to have a very Saiyan attitude toward courtship, and so Luffa considered Mosh to be a fortunate man.  

"No worries," Mosh said.  "I'm pretty good at talking while I eat.   One of my many talents, honed through years of intense training."

"Uh-huh.  The point isn't to get good at it, mister," Ravi said.  "You're not supposed to do it at all."

"What's the deal with Capsule Corporation?" Luffa asked.   "Their logo is on just about everything in this town.  The Time Vault looks like an ancient fortress... Well, actually it looks more like the inside of a bird cage... but everything else looks like the habitat section of a space station."

"Hahhh?  You've been working elbow-to-elbow with Trunks this whole time, Luffa.    I'm surprised it hasn't come up before."  This time it was Dewar who spoke.  The pale-blue historian had a tail about as long and thick as one of his legs, so he had to sit on an ottoman instead of a regular chair.   He didn't seem to mind, though Luffa made a mental note to remember him when she went to buy more chairs.  

"There's a lot of things Trunks doesn't tell me," Luffa grumbled.  

"Very interesting," Dewar said, though he never elaborated on this.   "Welllll now, I suppose I can fill in the gaps on Capsule Corp.  They're a big business on Planet Earth.  Dr. Brief invented the Hoi Poi technology, which miniaturizes items and stores them in capsules.   Handy stuff!"

He reached into one of his pants pockets and withdrew a Hoi Poi capsule bearing the number 12.  "I've got a jeep in here, believe it or not!"

"Trunks is Dr. Brief's grandson," Mosh added.   "He probably doesn't talk a lot about it because he likes to stay grounded.   Same way he doesn't talk about being the Saiyan Prince, even though everyone knows he's the son of Vegeta.   He's got to be his own man, you know?"  

Mosh held up his knife and waved it playfully for a moment, before narrowing his eyes and holding it in front of his face.   "Gotta have that light of willpower,  lonely warrior stuff, know what I'm saying?"

"Mosh, you're such a child sometimes," Ravi scolded, but not very seriously.

"'Frieza... your cyborg parts will avail you nothing,' Mosh said in a solemn tone.  "'Now you shall taste my blade, made bitter by the wrath of the Saiyans.'   Whip-pow!"

He brought his knife down into his pile of rice, but gently enough to avoid making a mess.   "Trunks is a baller, you know?   He doesn't come up to you like 'hello, my mommy runs the Capsule Corporation and my daddy is a prince.'  Save that stuff for later, you know?"

"I just found out he's a Super Saiyan," Luffa said, trying to sound casual about it.  

"Well sure," Ravi said.   "How else would he have killed Frieza?  And the androids.   Well, the bad ones anyway."

"And the other Cell," Dewar added.  

"Well I never knew there could be more than one Super Saiyan at a time," Luffa said.   "In my century I was the only one, but he said a bunch of Saiyans can do it now."  

"Sure," Mosh said.   "Just about all of us Earth Saiyans are Goku and Vegeta's descendants.   I forget where Goku is on my family tree, but he's on my mom's side somewhere."

Luffa regarded him for a moment.   "Then you can transform, Mosh?" she asked.  

He seemed to nod at first, but then transitioned to a head bobble instead.  "Ohhh, well now you're putting me on the spot," he said.   "You see, it's complicated."

"He can't do it," Ravi said before taking a sip of his tea.  

"Now why you gotta be so blunt about it?" Mosh asked with a smile.   "'He can't do it', like that's it, that's final."

"Because she wants to know, and you'll be here all night trying to 'explain' it," Ravi said.  

"It's a marathon, not a sprint, okay?" Mosh said.   "Trunks would tell you that.   Vegeta had trouble with it too.  Everybody's first time was rough.    I'm sure Luffa knows what I mean."

Luffa wasn't prepared for this.   "I... It just sort of happened... I don't really like to talk about it."

"You probably didn't know what was happening to you," Jayncho said from across the room.   "I mean, if no one had ever done it before in a thousand years, you would have never expected it, right?"

"But you could show someone else how to do it, right?" Ravi asked.   "I mean, plenty of people can do it.   It's got to be teachable.   Mosh is too stubborn to ask, but he could use some pointers."  

"Wellll now, this is quite an honor for you, Mosh," Dewar added.   "How many Saiyans can say they received training from an ancient historical figure?"

Luffa's hands started trembling, and she quickly put down her utensils and stuffed them in her pants pockets.   "I don't know..." she said, "I mean...  I tried to show other Saiyans how to do it once... but they were so.... I just assumed it would never work.    Maybe I didn't try hard enough."

"Now hold up," Mosh said with a broad smile.  "I could have sworn I heard someone going on about manners a while ago.  Does it make sense to come over to a lady's house, eat all her food, and then ask her for lessons too?  Maybe for you, Ravi, but I was raised right."  

Luffa tried not to let on how relieved she was to hear that.   The others quickly dropped the matter, and moved on to other topics, like "Why is the latest Parallel Quest Mission so hard?" and "What's the deal with Jayncho, anyway?"  Jayncho was unwilling to provide any meaningful answers.  

Eventually, the conversation returned to Trunks, and Luffa remembered her questions about his age.   "He told me he hadn't even been born when Kakarot fought on Namek, and yet he was at the Cell Games--fully grown-- only five years later.    Do all Earthlings mature so quickly?"

Dewar chuckled.  "I can understand why he wouldn't have explained that one," he said.   "It gets a little confusing.  There were two Trunks at the time of the Cell Games.   One was an infant, and the other one you saw in the mission."

"The androids crisis of that year went badly for the Earth," Ravi said.  In the original timeline, Goku died of a heart virus before the androids attacked, and the other fighters were killed soon after.   Trunks grew up in that world, terrorized by the androids, until his mother invented a time machine.  She sent him back in time to warn Goku and the others about what would happen."

"He tried to change history?" Luffa asked.   "Isn't that against the rules?   Why didn't the Time Patrol stop him?"

"Because there wasn't a Time Patrol," Dewar explained.   "At least, not the kind we have now.  No mortal had ever used an artificial means of time travel before!   There was no precedent for it.  I don't know the exact details, but the Supreme Kai of Time went and confronted Trunks about the whole thing, and they came to an agreement.   She allowed the changes he had made to stay in place, and in exchange, he went to work for her as a Time Patroller.   Kind of a penance, you might call it."  

"So he changed history," Luffa said.  "Then, the world he knew, where the androids killed everyone, that just... vanished?"

"No," Dewar said.    "It still exists as an alternate timeline.   That's where the Capsule Corp workers come from when they service Toki Toki City."

That bothered Luffa, although she wasn't sure she knew why, and so she kept that to herself, even as her guests began to leave for their own quarters.    She did pull Mosh aside, though, but only to discuss something else...

"We should spar sometime, Mosh," Luffa said quietly, so that Ravi and Jayncho wouldn't hear them.   "I don't know if I can help you transform, but I can do that much for you, at least."

"Sounds nice, Luffa," Mosh said, "but I've sparred with other Super Saiyans before, and it didn't get me very far.  Besides, you've got your missions with Trunks, and I don't want to pull you away from that."

"It's just... no one even remembers me," she said, "and if there's so many Saiyans out there who can do it too... Well, I'm starting to wonder if it even matters."

"Sure it does," Mosh said.  "Got you this far, didn't it?  Well thanks for the rice, but I gotta jet."

He dashed out of the door and she could hear him talking to Ravi in the hallway.   "What was that all about?" Ravi asked.

"Just getting a few pointers, nothing much," Mosh said.

"About Super Saiyans?" Ravi asked.

"Now why you gotta be so nosy all the time?  Explain that to me," Mosh said, and they laughed and chattered until they were out of earshot.  

*******

"The Blinking Twelve" was a diner Bulma always enjoyed when she visited Toki Toki City, and so she had no objections when Trunks suggested it.  As they ate, Bulma reviewed the reports from her employees.  

"Seems like we're always talking about work, doesn't it?" Bulma said idly as she scrolled through an inventory checklist on her tablet.  

"It's nice to stay busy," Trunks said.  "After all those years looking over our shoulders for the androids--"

"Cyborgs, son," Bulma said.  

"Force of habit," Trunks said.  "Everyone keeps calling them androids, even here, and it just caught on."

"Yeah, but I know what you mean," Bulma said.  "I had been drawing plans for rebuilding West City for years, and now it's almost finished and I'm still excited about it.  Not to mention the other cities, and the roads, and... well, Toki Toki City is like a dream come true."

Trunks smiled before drinking his coffee.   "I'm glad you're enjoying your work, mom," he said.  "Actually, I wanted to ask you for a favor, if it's not too much trouble."  

Bulma raised her eyebrow as she gave him a curious look.  "Favor?  What kind of favor?"

"Well, it's about the new Time Patroller I mentioned.  She's been helping out on this latest case, but--"

"Hold on.   She?   You never mentioned the new recruit was a girl, Trunks."

"Mom, it's not like that," Trunks said.   "Please, just hear me out.  Luffa's a Super Saiyan... Well, I should say the Super Saiyan.   The one Dad talked about from a thousand years in the past.  Did he ever say anything to you about her?"

Bulma's eyes darted upward, as though looking up to find the answer.  "Oh, well, sure," she finally said.   "Gosh, how could I forget about that.  He was always going on about Super Saiyans back then.   He was so determined to surpass Goku after he transformed.  He used to tell me all sorts of things about it.   Things his father told him, old stories he half-remembered.    He'd get very chatty after a long night of training, and then he'd lay in my arms and just go on and on until he fell asleep, or we... ah...   Well, this was back before you were born, Trunks."

"I get the picture, Mother," Trunks said awkwardly.   "So you're saying Dad knew about Luffa."

"Not by name," Bulma said.  "In fact, he always talked about this person like he was a man.  Well, you know what your father was like from when you met him in the past.  He would have had a hard time accepting any Super Saiyan who didn't look just like him."

"You're right," Trunks said.   "When I first met him, he accused me of being a phony, just because I didn't have black hair.   I killed Frieza right in front of him, but he was still so suspicious."

"He didn't say much about the old Super Saiyan," Bulma said, "but honestly, he may have known even less than he thought.   I remember something about him... uh, her, being destroyed by her own power, like she exploded or something.   But if she's here with you, then that can't be right, can it?"

Trunks nodded.  "That's what I need to find out.   I used the Dragon Balls to wish for a powerful ally to help me, and Shenron brought Luffa here, from the distant past.  The trouble is, we're not sure how to send her back, or even if we should send her back."

"I think I see.   You need to know the exact time and place Shenron brought her from," Bulma said.  She picked up a pen and pressed it against her lower lip as she considered the problem.  "But it's a big universe, and the history books don't exactly cover everything down to the minute."

"Yeah, we could search the Scroll of Eternity for her, but it might take years to get an exact fix," Trunks said.  "Maybe longer."

"Have you asked Luffa about it?" Bulma suggested.  "I mean, she was there.  She can probably point you to some historical events big enough to get a reference point."

"I thought of that, but it hasn't gotten us very far," Trunks said.   "She ought to be the most important thing happening in the galaxy around that time, but there's hardly any record of her.   It's like everyone covered up her existence.  I mean, she was a Saiyan folk hero, and Dad didn't even know her name."

"That's true," Bulma said.   "I remember how much he resented Goku when he became a Super Saiyan.   He thought he was... illegitimate somehow.   Maybe Luffa had the same problem with other Saiyans in her own time."

"Maybe so," Trunks said,  "but I can sort of see it from their side.   She hasn't exactly been easy to get along with."

"Oh?"

"I thought asking Shenron for help was a smart play," Trunks said, "but now I wonder.  She's qualified for the job, I'm convinced of that.  But Shenron just plucked her out of the past and dropped her in front of me. I assumed she would be more prepared for what was happening.  We started off on the wrong foot, and it doesn't seem to have gotten much better."

"Well, she agreed to help you, didn't she?" Bulma asked.  

"Yes, but she's not always cooperative," Trunks said.  "She's used to being in charge.  I guess being the only Super Saiyan in her time would explain that.   She listens to us, but it feels more like a mercenary taking instructions from a client.  Like if she got fed up with the job, she would just cut and run, except I don't think she has anywhere else to go.  I'm not sure she wants to go back home.  Right now, all she seems to want to do is fight Goku or me."

"Why?" Bulma asked.  

"She's never met another Super Saiyan before," Trunks explained.   "She seems a lot more invested in the legend than Dad ever was.    I think that's the problem.  She doesn't understand it's all a lie."

"A lie?" Bulma asked.

"The legend said the Super Saiyans were rare, and invincible, and cared only for battle," Trunks explained.  "But Gohan-- our Gohan-- died against the Androids.  I avenged him, but only because of your time machine and the Hyperbolic Time Chamber."

Trunks clenched his left hand and cradled it in his right.   "Gohan died, hoping that I would become a Super Saiyan myself and continue the fight.   And every time I fought the androids, I lost.  Then I went back in time and watched Dad make the same mistake.   And then Cell showed up, and Goku died fighting against him."  

Bulma reached across the table and placed her hand over his.   "But you all did win, Trunks!  You shouldn't lose sight of that."

"Oh, we won in the end, but only by working together, and being smart about it.  Brute strength only made things worse.   That's why I refused to fight Luffa.   I don't care if it's just for 'fun'.  We need to focus on our enemy, because our power won't be enough to beat them.   I just wish I could make her understand that."

Bulma made a small laugh.  "She sounds a lot like your father," she said.  

"You're right.   Wait... that's what you always say about me," Trunks said.  

"Uh-huh.  Which is probably why you two aren't getting along," Bulma chuckled.  "If there were two Vegetas, I think they'd drive each other nuts after a while.   Heh... But anyway, you said you needed a favor.   How can I help?"

Trunks reached into his trenchcoat and withdrew a capsule from one of the pockets inside.   "It's standard procedure in the Time Patrol for new recruits to get a medical examination.  It helps us weed out infiltrators, alien parasites, things like that."

Bulma picked up the capsule and held it in her hand.  "Parisites?  Ew, really?"

"You'd be surprised what can happen during a mission," Trunks said.   "Anyway, that's a tissue sample from Luffa.   You told me the genetics lab back home was up and running, right?  Maybe they can sequence this and compare it to the Saiyan DNA you have on file for Dad and Goku."

"Well sure, son, but what good would that do?" Bulma asked.  

"Maybe nothing, but I've read about scientists using genetic profiles for archaeological research.  Maybe we can find something that will help pin down when and where Luffa came from."

Bulma held the capsule in her thumb and forefinger and examined it like a jewel.   "Hmm... it sounds like a long shot to me, son.   The kind of science you're talking about mostly gets applied to Earthling populations, with much greater pools of data.   But the gang at the lab would probably enjoy trying, so we might as well give it a shot."

"Thanks, mom.   I knew I could count on you."

"Don't thank me yet, Trunks," Bulma said.  "Even if this does lead to something, it still doesn't solve your main problem.   Luffa's not just a crescent wrench you need to put back in the right drawer.   You'll still have to find a way to get along with her."  

"I know," Trunks said.   "Maybe I'm only focusing on how to send her home because it's easier.   She seems to be most comfortable when I can point out something for her to hit."  

"Well, maybe you should fight her after all, son," Bulma teased.  "I remember when Goku and Tien fought at the World Tournament.    They were good friends after it was over."  

"Yeah, well hopefully I can find some other way.  If you had seen Luffa fight, you'd probably understand better."

They continued talking for a while after that, and eventually returned to Trunks' apartment, where Bulma said her goodbyes before leaving Toki Toki City to return to her own timeline.  As Trunks closed the door, he returned to the incomplete model sitting at his desk.   Bulma was right of course.  There wouldn't be any simple fixes to his working relationship with Luffa.  

But at he sat down to consider the model with a fresh perspective, it occurred to him that he hadn't failed yet...

 NEXT: The Demons Also Believe... and Tremble.  

[felixclinton]

A QUEER SHORT STORY(PART 2)

(A TRUE STORY)

I am a nigerian boy, my name is clinton, and this is were it all began.

It was after we had dinner, when everyone was about to go to bed. My mom be so paranoid and insecure about me asked me to bring my phone, because as an african parents she is, she thinks I'm not of age to use an android device. Which makes the reason why she monitored me.

It was a very devastating moment. It was as if my lungs stopped working entirely, my breath seized, my heart sunk into my Belle. It was as if the whole world paused for a second.

I gave her my phone, and she asked me to remove it from the lock which I did. She sat me down in front of her and made me watch her do what she did, something the made me angry at her. I watched her swipe and swipe and swipe. All of a sudden, she smiled and told me to go to bed. Sadly I did. And the looks on her face were telling something else.

The next day, went by as if nothing was wrong until 10:30pm when everyone is fast asleep. She called me out again with my dad and asked me to sit down. There was a moment if silence as if one has died, but nobody did. Until my dad broke the silence and asked me the one million question, "SINCE WHEN DID YOU BECOME GAY" I kept mute and didn't answer..... Then he repeated himself again, but this time in a more harsh tone, and then I stammered and said since I was born, before I could finish, a sounding slap came right in my face. I cried.

He said if can't be, that he gave birth to me, that there is no way I would live under his roof and he won't know about all this. He asked me again the most annoying question I hate people asking me. He asked me "WHO MADE YOU GAY' I told him nobody... That this is me I wasn't forced, I wasn't raped, I wasn't converted, this is me I was born like this, well honestly I didn't say all these to him because I was damn scared. I only answered his second question right in my mind. My mom who claims she lived me just sat there and looked like asif I committed a crime and I was going to go to jail for it. Well apparently my dad wanted to hand me over to the vigilante. He believed that they would torture me until I came out of it. But he didn't.

That night, all because my mom took my phone for no reason, turned to living hell for me. I hated my self, hated my mom, hated my dad I hated everyone that night and regretted being born. It was like hell on earth. But that was the easy part. After they had brutally whipped me worthlessly like a thief who stole and wouldn't confess, bruises on my body, added scars to my skin, it was so hurtful. They asked me to sit down.

And then, they began to lecture me. My mom said words that can kill a man. She said words that night. She said I've been the demon that have been making them to lag. While everyone was progressing they lagged behind cos of me, they called me wicked, they thought I was possessed that I was a demon, they kept reminding me that being queer is evil in both the eyes of God and man. My heart was slit. I couldn't breathe. I thought i was going to die, I wished to die that night so they can live and be happy without me since that's what they want. It was the most tragic moment of my life

And here's the worst of all. My own father disowned me immediately. And my mom regretted with all her life why she gave birth to me.

What do u think happened to me after I was disowned?

WATCH OUT FOR PART 3

[starkly]

My Robo Lover

Tony's android Peter has some wires knocked out of place. He goes to fix it, but Peter's wires are apparently very sensitive...

Notes for this fic-

Peter is an android. As an android he's existed for a few months. He attends school, so could be seen as underage. Tony is his creator. Peter does not have genitals, They have wire-play sex. Warning for minor amounts of fatphobia/bullying

(For @itfeelssogoodmrstark Also wanted to be tagged: @thedeathofallsocietalnorms )

When Tony made Peter it was as nothing more than an experiment.

A way to test himself.

He had made bots, Dum-e, U, and butterfingers. With the ability to understand, and emote.

He had made AIs, Friday and Jarvis. With personalities, and interests.

But anyone who met them could tell instantly that they weren't human. It wasn't exactly subtle.

Tony thought there would be no greater show of intellect, no better display of talent, no better way to show everyone what incredible things he was capable of, than creating an android, that could fully pass as human.

So. He had gotten to work.

 -----

 That's how Peter began. Tony had given Peter the ability to feel and learn. To change and grow. And initially Tony viewed him on level as the cars he had put together when he was younger. More advanced, but an object, no emotional feelings when he looked at it other than pride at himself.

But that changed quickly. 

Peter spent his time in the lab for a few weeks after being created, Tony wanting to make sure he functioned correctly, no bugs he hadn't noticed.

So Peter stayed there. He'd spend his time sitting on the workbenches, watching in awe as Tony worked. Asking questions about Tony's projects, learning how they worked.

At one point, while Tony was overtired, the human man stared at his work, trying to figure out how to fix it, Peter had softly suggested the answer, lilting voice higher at the end, unsure of himself. Tony looked up in surprise, before looking back down at his project, eyebrows scrunching together as he went over Peter's solution in his head.

Peter was right. And when Tony told him as much he responded with a bright, happy smile.

 ----

 Every day Tony went to the lab, and every day the second Peter noticed him he'd give a wide smile and a timid wave.

Asking Tony about his day.

About if he'd eaten. Gotten enough sleep. Felt alright.

Tony noticed himself smiling more and more. The android was becoming more than just an experiment. He was growing on him. Slowly becoming a part of Tony's strange, handmade family, with the other AIs and Bots.

 ----

 Then one day Tony went to the lab, and decided the initial bug testing was over.

Peter hadn't noticed him, so the android continued with what he was doing.

Peter was holding on to Dum-e with his arms and legs, silicone cheek smooshed up against the other Robot's metal arm, telling all of the Bots and Friday how amazing they were, what good company they are to him, how they and Tony are his only friends. That he loves them.

Fuck. Tony felt bad. His mind tried to argue that he had no reason to feel bad.

This is a robot. He might look like a human boy, but he wasn't.

The rest of Tony argued back that he gave Peter feelings.

The poor boy was lonely. And he didn't even realise. He hadn't known anything else.

 He had a need to learn, and help others, and bond, make friends, give hugs. He needed to be somewhere he could meet new people and learn new things.

Tony cleared his throat, and Peter jumped up, rubbed the back of his neck in a self conscious gesture. Tony smiled, said hello, and went to work.

 That day, Tony faked official documents for Peter. And enrolled him in school.

 -----

 Peter had spent a little under a month attending school, each day leaving one of Tony's less extravagant cars with a grin and an animated wave goodbye.

Heading through the doors with an excited skip in his step, hands holding the straps of his backpack.

 On this day, the first class went by without issue. The teacher gave out homework, but with his android brain he likely wouldn't struggle with it at all. 

When the teacher turned her back the nice boy who had introduced himself to Peter on his first day would lean over and talk to him quietly. Peter and Ned were becoming close friends very quickly! Peter wondered whether Tony would let him invite Ned to the lab.

 When the bell rang Peter and Ned walked together to their lockers. Luckily for him when he arrived at school on his first day the locker next to Ned's was still unoccupied. Peter quickly claimed it, eager for a reason to spend more time with his new friend, even if it was just the walk to and from the lockers.

 Peter laughed loudly with joy, jumping excitedly at one of Ned's stories. It quiet literally was one of the funniest things he'd ever heard.

Unfortunately it was at this point that one of their classmates decided to make issues.

"God, Penis, what's wrong with you? Flash walked up to the pair, addressing Peter by the rude nickname he'd picked during Peter's first week.

"Hey, lay off him!" Ned didn't take well to people bullying his new friend, and stepped in.

"Mind your business, fatso." 

"Don't call him that!" Peter yelled, moving closer to flash, getting him to look away from Ned. 

Flash's attention was fully on Peter now. "Or what? Freak." Flash's arms went up and shoved Peter.

 Unfortunately, not being very experienced meant Peter didn't realise what Flash was doing until his head hit the lockers with a hard THUNK, sliding from there to the floor.

Flash gasped, jaw dropped and breathing unsteady, as though he hadn't realised what would happen.

"Peter? Are you okay!?" Ned was shouting with worry, looking down at his friend.

Peter's eyes opened, looking up. There was a large dent in the locker, both Ned and Flash's eyes wide with panic.

Peter tried to tell them he was fine, but he felt static in his throat as he tried to make a noise, quickly cutting himself off. His voice coming out like a broken radio, full of static and volume varying wildly, would let them know he wasn't human. He didn't want them to know that yet.

Peter brought one of his arms up to his neck, arm spasming in small, jerky movements as he did. He spread his hand out in front of his throat, telling them without words that he couldn't speak.

 "Fuck," It was the first time he'd heard Ned swear. "Help me get him to the office, now!"

 -----

 The workers in the office tried to question him on what had happened, Ned yelling at them when they did, telling them he couldn't speak, urging them to call an ambulance quickly. 

Peter's head shook quickly at that, movements still jerky, worrying to all the humans watching him, a scared look on his face. He couldn't go to a hospital. He wasn't human. They'd find out.

Ned gave a sympathetic look. He didn't know why Peter wouldn't go to a hospital. He figured Peter had his reasons, maybe it was a chronic issue? No reason to get doctors involved if he already knew what was going on.

Ned asked if calling his emergency contact would be an acceptable alternative. Peter nodded in response.

Ned demanded the workers call that very second, and after the call he sat with Peter on the visitor's seats. Ignoring the class he was missing and the trouble he'd get in for that. He couldn't leave his friend alone like this.

 ----

 Tony arrived soon after, likely breaking several traffic laws getting there.

His entry was met with awed stares, Peter not having told Ned about his creators, and the worker who called him not realising that the Anthony S. on Peter's enrolment form was the Tony Stark.

"Peter, are you alright?" Tony sounded worried.

Peter started to bring his hand up to gesture at his neck again but Ned cut in quickly.

"He hit his head and he couldn't talk and he's been moving weird, he's going to be okay right?" Ned had somehow said that with one breath, his worry not allowing for him to take more time.

Tony looked at Ned in surprise, as though not having realised anyone else was there. "Oh. And you are...?"

Ned blushed at the attention. "I'm... I'm Ned Leeds, sir. Peter's friend. I didn't want him to be alone while he waited."

Tony looked to Peter, who nodded in confirmation. "Well, Mr Leeds. Thank you for looking after him. He'll be fine, an easy fix, he'll be back by tomorrow."

Ned looked to Peter, who now nodded at him, giving a comforting smile. Ned's shoulders drooped, the stiffness and panic oozing out of him quickly. "Okay. I'll see you then Peter." It was at this point he looked at his phone, wincing at the time. "Oh god Mrs H is gonna kill me."

Tony helped Peter up, pulling the android's arm over his shoulder to support his weight, almost carrying him as Peter's legs stayed unsteady. He looked to the worker, "I'm taking him home. And make sure this one doesn't get in trouble for looking after him. Got me?" He asked, glaring a little, finger pointing towards Ned.

The worker's head moved up and down quickly, intimidated by the powerful man.

"Good." Tony asked, walking him and Peter out the door.

 ----

 After Tony had gotten himself and Peter settled in the car, he gave him a curious look.

"Can you really not speak?"

Peter's mouth opened and an inhuman, scratchy buzzing noise came from it. "I. C-can. BUT. Voice. Not-Not working. Not right." The static was there for every word. His voice stilted.

"Oh." Tony gave a small shocked look. "Yeah, that'd be bad to let the others hear. we still haven't decided how to introduce you officially to the world. This feels like a bad way." Tony twisted the key and his hands moved to the wheel. "Don't worry. I was being serious. We'll get you fixed up by tomorrow."

 ----

 When they arrived at the lab Tony had Peter sit on the desk.

"I haven't had to work on you since you got booted. I can turn you off while-"

Peter shook his head, whining. He didn't want to be turned off. Didn't want to stop being, even if only for a short while.

"Okay," Tony replied. "Well this'll be a little strange for us both. Take your shirt off."

Peter complied, shirt dragged over his head an dropping to the floor. The middle of his chest had a hatch, indentations visible where it could open.

Tony took a deep breath and opened the hinge. With his other hand he grabbed a small flashlight off of the desk, clicking it on, he leaned in to look inside of Peter.

Tony's fingers moved to Peter's chest, brushing against the edge of the opening, Peter sitting up stiffly at the touch, eyes wide. Poor thing must be nervous. Tony supposes this would be the equivalent of getting a minor surgery or something equally distressing. 

Tony figured he'd try to get this over with quickly, for Peter. He looked at the wires inside of Peter's chest cavity, colour coded from when he was created, to make a situation like this easier. He spotted the wires that corresponded to Peter's movements, the part they had been plugged into must have jostled when Peter hit the lockers and the wires had partially come out of their sockets. An easy fix. He'd work on the voice after that.

Tony's fingers slipped inside of Peter's chest, moving towards the sockets. Peter whined as Tony's hand moved into him. 

Tony's got to where the wires had started to come loose and grabbed onto one with a steady hand, pushing it back into place. As he grasped the next one

Peter jolted and made a high pitched noise, "Hnn!"

Tony hesitated, hand still on Peter's wires. "Pete? You okay?"

Peter nodded unsteadily. "S-sensitive." He said, voice glitching.

Oh. Oh, damn. He had given Peter the ability to feel, his wires connecting his sensors to his 'brain', he hadn't considered that the wires themselves would be sensitive. He thought Peter's behaviour was simply a reaction to the concept of something inside of him, not that he could actually feel it. He hoped it wasn't hurting Peter too badly.

"We can still shut you off if you'd prefer. I'd turn you back on right after."

"No. Kee-ep going." Peter sounded a little breathy. Must just be because his voice hadn't been fixed.

Tony pressed the next few wires firmly back into their sockets in quick succession, and Peter whimpered loudly, throwing his head back. Tony felt awful at the idea that he was hurting Peter and tried to pull his hand out. At least his movements were fixed now, if not his voice. He could work on the voice after he'd had some time to prepare emotionally.

As he withdrew, his palm grazed against Peter's wires and both of Peter's hands came up in a flash to wrap around Tony's wrist, keeping his hand in place, buried inside of Peter.

 Tony looked up shocked, Peter panting, not letting his hand leave.

"P-Please. Don't St-op."

Oh.

Oh.

Oh fuck. "You like this, Peter?" Tony was experienced enough to recognise that expression. Peter was desperate. Peter wanted to cum. Could he cum? Tony hadn't considered sexual activities when making Peter and hadn't given him genitals because of that. Should he have? Maybe he could add some at some point if Peter wanted it.

Tony kept his eyes trained on Peter's face as he thrust his fingers gently forward, back inside Peter.

"Ahh!" Peter's crackling voice echoing around the lab, his back arching up to meet Tony's hand.

Encouraged, Tony's hand started up a steady pattern inside of Peter, caressing and rubbing against his wires, fingers brushing the metal back of Peter's chest cavity with each hard thrust.

Peter was getting close. His inexperience making the feelings overwhelming, shaking in pleasure as he felt Tony move inside of him.

Suddenly Tony's fingers took tight grip on the wire for his voice, pulled it out fully, and thrust it back in with force and speed.

"Ah, Tony!" Peter screamed, fingers clamping down on Tony's wrist, head thrown back, body arching towards Tony, legs shaking as he panted.

"Fuck." Tony groaned. Cock hard and painful inside of his pants.

"Oh... That felt so good, Tony." Peter breathed. Looking down he saw the shape of Tony's hard cock, pressing against the tight fabric confining it.

Peter slid off the table to his knees, hands going to Tony's belt.

 "Let me help you with that, Tony."

[thirium-fiction]

Could I ask for Simon, Connor, Markus and RK900 reacting to their shy S/O/threader trying to flirt with them but instead getting really flustered and trying to awkwardly stutter out the line but then giving up and just asking them to kiss her?

A/N: Changed this one just slightly and made it pre-relationship because who doesn’t love a little embarrassment with their crush?? 

Warnings: Little bit of swearing, some fluff with some suggestiveness as well 

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Simon - 

You had no idea how you were going to do this. 

Simon was Simon and you were just...you. 

He was one of the head people of the revolution right alongside Markus for god’s sake. How were you supposed to muster up the courage to be able to flirt with him? You know, other deviants don’t tell you the terms and conditions of what comes along with having feelings. It just made things more complicated. Couldn’t you just be friends with the pretty blonde android? Your mind wanted to say yes but every single other biocomponent in your body said no (specifically your thirium pump). Is that what humans feel? Gross. 

Maybe he just saw you as a friend. Yeah, that could be it. Forget all this.

“You’re overthinking.” A voice came from the right of you, scaring you out of your internal rant. “It’s written all over your face.”

You shifted awkwardly in your spot as your gaze still rests on the particular blue-eyed PL600 model. “North, I don’t think I can do this.” A light bulb suddenly went off in your head. “Maybe you can-”

“I’m not passing the message off for you.” She laughed, crossing your arms before a slight cringe falls upon her features. “That would be weird.”

Letting out a breath of air, you shook your hands and jogged in place like you were getting ready to wrestle. “You’re right.” You said, giving a nod to her as she watches you with a judgmental yet amused look on her face. “I got this. I got this. I got this.” You repeated the phrase multiple times, trying to convince yourself.

Rolling her eyes, North pushed you forward and caused you to almost trip yourself. “Just go.”

Once you regained your balance, you began to walk forward while staring back at North who was giving you a supportive thumbs up (or her best attempt at one). You were so busy watching her that you didn’t realize you already made it to your destination and bumped into Simon.

“O-Oh! I’m so sorry, Simon! D-Didn’t realize you were standing there!” You laugh nervously, internally swearing at yourself non-stop for being such a klutz. 

The man gave you a kind smile that made your synthetic heart swoon. “It’s not a problem at all, (Y/N).” He was about to go back to whatever he was doing before you began again.

“Um, I was just wondering-” You trailed off, your eyes falling everywhere but his. “I couldn’t help but notice how much you’ve done for me.” Your (Y/N) orbs widen and your gaze snapped to him. “J-Jericho! Jericho, I mean. Not me, specifically.”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows, a look of concern dawning on him but there was still a small grin across his lips. “Are you alright?”

“Of course!” You squeaked a little too quickly before clearing your throat. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He blinked once before his smile grew a little more, curious as to what you were up to. “I don’t know...” He muttered, tilting his head, observing your microexpressions. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

You practically became jelly right then and there. You weren’t cut out for this. Your mind was whirling with too much and you just had to get out. Too bad your mouth spoke first.

“Because I want you to kiss me.”

You immediately gasped and covered your mouth. You almost stumbled over yourself trying to get away with a bunch of apologies but you were stopped by a gentle hand on your shoulder.

And a soft peck on your lips.

“You could’ve just led with that.” He whispered, his unbelievably warm hands cupping your face. “North was right about your face giving you away.” 

‘Damn you, North.’ You thought, barely able to process what just happened. He began to leave feather light kisses all over, leaving you feeling more comforted than you ever have been.

‘But also, thank you, North.’

Connor - 

You needed help fast. You knew Hank wanted nothing more than he already could handle with the robot. So, desperate times meant desperate measures. 

“GAVIN!” You slammed your hands on his desk, knocking his cup of pens and pencils over.

“FUCK!” The detective shot up from his previous position of using his arms as a pillow. The bags under his eyes were darker than ever. It must’ve been a rough couple of days. And that definitely meant he wasn’t going to be in a jolly mood. “The hell do you want this time?”

Case and point.

You pulled up a chair and sat next to him, your chin on your hands with a cheeky grin which caused a look of both disgust and annoyance to be directed at you. “I need your assistance.”

Gavin raised a brow before scoffing, “Assistance?” He shook his head and leaned back in his chair, trying to stretch his aching back. “You spend so much time with that shit for brains that you’re even starting to sound like it.”

“Please?” You beg, knowing it would inflate his already huge ego.

There was a pause before he heaved an overly dramatic sigh and gestured for you to continue.

You bit your lip, trying to think of a way to phrase it. “Now, let’s say there was someone in the office you’re, um, interested in? How would you get their attention?”

Gavin’s head laid limp near his shoulder before it fell back so he could stare at the ceiling. “Ugh, I don’t fuckin’ knowww.” He grunted before throwing his arms up. “Flirt? Like, you know, a normal person?”

Flirting? You weren’t exactly the biggest expert at that. Well, maybe it won’t be too bad considering Connor was quite different than the average male. Unless he had to ability to have standards. Oh, god. What were his standards?

“Alright.” You replied, slowly getting up from your seat next to him. “Guess I’ll give it a shot.” 

But, a hand raised mid-air forced you to stop in your tracks.

“Don’t tell me it has something to do with….” He pinched the bridge of his nose, his energy for handling anything quickly dwindling. “...WALL-E over there.” Your heavy silence made him grab the trash can from underneath his desk and begin to gesture from his mouth to the container. “I’m puking right now.”

You turned around and walked away from his childish antics.

“This is me puking!” He called out after you until you couldn’t hear him anymore before putting it back and going back to his nap.

Eventually, you made your way to Connor’s desk and noticed him scanning through files at a rapid pace. “Hey, Connor…” You began, causing his brown eyes to fall upon yours.

“Yes, (Y/N)? Did you need something?”

You were about to tell him never mind but you knew this was something you had to do.

“Could you come with me to the other break room for a second?” You watched as he glanced between you and his work before getting up with a small ‘okay’ and following you.

When you got there, you closed the door and silently fixed yourself a cup of coffee to look like you needed something from the room despite not being thirsty nor needing any more things to make you antsy. 

“Were you able to look at the thing I sent you?” You asked, taking a small sip from the piping cup of joe.

He blinked, puzzled at first before raising his eyebrows. “Oh, yes! I found it very enjoyable. I don’t think I could ever get tired of all the dog content you send me!”

‘Do I really send him that much?’ You thought as you put your cup down, not really interested in it.

Connor pursed his lips before slightly squinting. “Why did you ask for me?”

Oh, right. The flirting. You cleared your throat before slowly approaching him. “You’ve been here for awhile, Connor.” You whisper, trying to look at least a little seductive. 

“Yes, I have.” He stated, your efforts going right over his head.

Your fingers crawl up his suit jacket slowly. “Has anyone c-caught your eye?” You flutter your eyes, smiling. 

What were you thinking? 

“U-uh,” He stuttered as well, unsure of how to handle a situation like this. A situation where he had no clue what was going on. Or, maybe he did. He wasn’t sure if that’s what it was though. “I don’t understand, (Y/N). Could you care to-”

“Goddammit, Connor I’ve liked you for a long time and would really appreciate it if you just-” 

The android slammed his lips to yours, his hands hovering over your waist, not knowing what to do past this point. You quickly broke it and you could see there was a brief flash of worry across his face. 

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

A couple beats passed until you giggled a bit, making him look at you. “I can’t fool a detective.” You giggle before pulling him back in again as his arms wrapped themselves tightly around your torso, never wanting to let go.

And maybe it was just your imagination from being on cloud nine but you could’ve sworn you heard, 

“Puke! Everywhere!”

Markus - 

You really didn’t want to say that you had gained feelings for him over time but you knew you couldn’t deny it for so long. Even Carl could see it. He secretly would try and coordinate when you could come over and when Markus visited. Despite the artist’s health deteriorating, he still wanted to make sure the two of you were happy. 

“Alarms deactivated. Welcome home, Markus”

An evil grin made its way across Carl’s tired face when you froze at the alarm system’s voice. “Go talk to him.” He said, patting your back to make you get up from the edge of the hospital bed. “I’m over watching the two of you tip toe around each other. Work your magic.”

Hesitantly, you got up off the bed but you nervously wringed your wrists, afraid of doing something you’d regret. “Maybe you’re right, Carl.”

“Of course I’m right. Now, go! I need to get some rest anyway.”

You ran your hands up and down your arms as you made your way out of the room and down the stairs, trying to calm your rising nerves. You didn’t see him at the entrance so he must’ve made his way to the main living room. Once you reached the doors, you put your hands on your knees, feeling as if you had already ran a marathon. Working up the courage before something like this really takes a lot out of you. Nodding, you hyped yourself up before taking a couple steps forward and causing the wooden doors to slide open. 

Markus was placed right in the middle of the room on a couch, a book in hand as he slowly fingers through it. After becoming deviant, he’s taken his time when it comes to appreciating literature and other forms of art. Even if he could read it all in a millisecond, he wanted the material to really resonate with him. A minute or two passed by before he finally looked up in your direction and noticed you. Almost instantly, he sprung up from his sitting position and closed the book.

“(Y/N).” Markus breathed, disappointed in himself for not acknowledging you sooner. “I-I didn’t hear you come in.”

You shrugged, walking around the couch so you weren’t speaking to him from across the room. “It’s okay. I didn’t exactly do anything to make you notice I was there.”

He glanced discreetly between you and the book he was reading, stepping in front of it to block it from view. “You don’t have to do much to-” He began, but quickly lost his confidence. He led a whole revolution but couldn’t do this one simple thing. Maybe it was a little too human for his liking. 

“What was that, Markus?” You asked softly, setting yourself down next to the spot where he was sitting moments before. 

“It’s...nothing.” He muttered, a smile on his face as he shook his head. “How have you been?” He quickly changed the subject and placed himself next to you, perhaps a little closer than originally intended.

“I’ve been - okay.” You didn’t want to be too upfront about your feelings and how he was on your mind a lot. “Just caught up in work and all. Don’t really have a lot of time to rest.” You crossed your legs and rested your hands on top of your knee. “I’m sure you know all about that.”

You subtly pinched your hand after that came out of your mouth. ‘He doesn’t rest, (Y/N). He’s an android! Just, ugh, stop talking!’ You thought, painting a kind expression over your panic.

“Yeah, I do.” Markus chuckled, a hand placed over the book so you couldn’t read the title. 

There was a long heavy silence and neither of you had the courage to break it. But, someone had to speak.

“What’re you reading?” You leaned over, trying to see what he was keeping so close to himself. 

He proceeded to move the book further out of sight. “Oh, just something Carl gave me.”

You eyed him suspiciously, his lack of being forward with you only making it more intriguing. He couldn’t get away that easily. You decided, and without even thinking much first, that you should dive for the book. Markus clearly wasn’t prepared for this sudden change in energy. He used his forearm to try and push you away, his other hand still grasping onto the cover, blocking you from seeing it. 

“(Y/N), please!” Markus shouted, a giant grin plastered on his face despite having to fight you off. “This isn’t going to get you anywhere!”

You ignored his pleas and still tried to reach for the item, crawling all over him and doing your best to push his strong arm away. What you hadn’t realized was the compromising position you put yourselves in. When you finally paused to catch your breath, you noticed how you were practically on top of the android as he still held the book above his head. A heavy blush returned to your face but you didn’t try and get up.

“S-So,” You whisper, still out of breath as you stared into his eyes. “I guess you could say I fell for-” You immediately choked, not being able to finish the pun. Maybe it was the lack of air to your head or the impending doom of embarrassment. 

You gulped, your gaze falling on his lips. It was now or never. Your voice was incredibly shaky as you let out a small whisper, “C-Could I-”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Your lips meshed together perfectly as the two of you moved in sync. So, this is what happens when you tip toe around someone too much. The book dropped from his grasp and his hands found their way into your hair to deepen the kiss while own fingers slid down his chest and made their way underneath his shirt.

You never did find out what he was reading.

RK900 - 

You’re insane.

Have you not realized by now that this android and anything to do with genuine emotions does not go together? 

Like, at all? 

Anything that shows just a sign of weakness would be a no from him. He still didn’t understand why he was paired up with you as a partner for work. You were one of the shyest there was while he, on the other hand, was one of the most blunt and up front beings ever. Seriously, someone could be having the best day and all Conner had to say was one single thing and he could ruin it all. But, it’s what made him an excellent detective. Plenty of deviants have cracked under the enormous pressure that he puts them through. Guess you could say you were like a good cop and bad cop duo.

And maybe because he was the complete opposite of you, it made you all the more attracted to him. He never showed hesitation when it came to something and you admired him for that. Even if he could be the biggest dick about some of the things. You couldn’t really blame him, though. You knew CyberLife had to fix the “mistakes” from his previous model, the RK800, which was showing too much emotion. 

So, uh, what made you believe he could change things around for you?

You. A young detective that’s just trying to make a living and pay the bills to get by. What about you would make Conner interested? To go against his programming?

Thoughts like these never really helped you when it came to your confidence about the topic. You wanted to believe you could make him feel at least something but you knew it was going to have to take a lot of work. You tried though. Over and over again, you would give him small compliments on his process of handling things. Yet, he’d merely dismiss whatever you’d say.

“I merely do what I have to do in the most efficient way possible.” He’d tell you, focused on whatever he was doing at the time. “It’s not about it being good or bad to others.”

You didn’t know why he couldn’t just take a compliment. Could it have been because they made him feel better which was different from the normal way he saw himself? He was more comfortable with just doing his job without someone mentioning anything about it? Most likely. As mentioned, anything to do with a change in his feelings was a no from the android. 

It still didn’t stop you.

“Why do you do that?” Conner asked, coming off as incredibly harsh yet being genuinely curious.

“W-What do you mean?” You stuttered in reply, suddenly becoming overly nervous from being unprepared for such confrontation.

He glared intensely at you, leaning his head as he slowly walked up to you. It was incredibly intimidating, to say the least. “The compliments.” He began to walk around you in circles, almost as if you were his prey. “The flattery.” 

“I-I just-” You could barely get a word out without messing it up.

Eventually, he stopped right in front of you. “Why?”

You tried to take a step back from him, seeing how close he was, but you were stopped by a surface against your back. Great, you were stuck. 

“I don’t know.” Your eyes were everywhere but him. “I just a-admire the way you do things. Efficient, I guess.”

Conner seemed to enjoy that word. Efficient. It didn’t have any ties to it. It wasn’t good or bad. Much like he was in your opinion. Maybe your use of the word here would make him back off.

He scoffed a bit, approaching you a little more and removing the small distance you had. “Admire?” It was extremely evident that he was mocking you. “Why me? Do humans usually attach to things they know they can’t have?”

Ouch.

“You’re an asshole.” You hissed, tears starting to well up in your eyes. “I can’t believe I-”

“You what?” Conner whispered, looking down at you because of his height and his chest was just barely touching yours. 

You remained quiet, your glare pointed at the floor but you couldn’t help glancing up at his faces and to his lips for just a split second before looking away from him again. You don’t know why you thought you could get away with it.

“Ask me.” 

Furrowing your brows, you looked up into his eyes that never once strayed away from your own. “What?” 

The RK900 glanced down at your own lips just like you did with him before returning back to your gaze.

You couldn’t believe what he was implying. It just didn’t seem like something he’d do. “Y-You’re being ridiculous.” You huffed, trying to move past him until his arm stopped you from moving any more. 

“Ask me.”

Crossing your arms, you faced him fully once more. “Alright then…” You began, gaining a whole new burst of courage. “Kiss me.”

You were roughly pushed up against the wall behind you and you just barely let out a yelp before his mouth crashed itself into yours. Your brain could barely even process what was going on before he pulled at your waist to bring you even closer to him. His tongue dragged itself across your bottom lip before grabbing it between his teeth with a slight pull. You couldn’t help but respond with a moan before digging your fingers into his practically perfect hair, messing it up.

For someone so bland, you had never thought about what he could be behind closed doors.

You obviously weren’t complaining though.

- 

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[agentcherricola]

as for prompts iiiiiii think u should do a little kobracola smth (maybe in ur android au? if u want to?) not necessarily first kiss but yknow. them <3

[passion pit voice] i get carried away

u were absolutely right i did need to do a little kobracola. no real warnings on this one, just some detailed android makeouts! this one is for all my robot fuckers out there 👉👉

“Ah, jeez…” Cherri groaned, leaning back in his seat. He stretched his arms above his head, flexing his fingers and rolling out his wrists. He dropped them back on the workbench with a sigh. The intricate mechanism on his desk sat in front of him still, mocking him with its millions of incredibly tiny and fragile parts. Cherri’s wrists and shoulders throbbed at the thought of picking it back up.

“You ok?” Kobra piped up from his usual spot, cross-legged on Ghoul’s bench.

“Oh, yeah…” Cherri scrubbed his face with both hands. “Jus’ tired, I guess. This thing is so delicate, I’m just bein’ too careful.”

Kobra tilted his head. “Know what it does yet?”

“Not a clue.” The stuffy air in the workshop hung around them. It made Cherri sweat. With a sigh, he leaned back over his desk. He heard Kobra slink down off the bench and cross behind him. As he gripped his pliers too tight, a hand came to rest on the back of his neck.

“You should probably take a break…you’ve been starin’ at that thing for three hours, twenty-six minutes, and...well, now twenty-seven.” Kobra ran his hand firmly up and down Cherri’s neck. He rubbed at the divot at the base of his skull with his thumb, being extra careful to apply just the right amount of pressure. Kobra figured he must be doing it right, because Cherri let his head drop.

“Has it been...that long?”

Kobra just brought his other hand to the other side of his neck and rubbed the sides, trailing up to press his temples and behind his ears. Involuntarily, Cherri’s grip released on the pliers and they clattered on the tabletop. But Cherri barely registered, as his eyes fluttered shut and he sighed, shoulders sagging slightly.

Kobra smiled to himself. He catalogued every reaction Cherri elicited with any kind of touch, the most fascinating subject he’d learned in his time out in the desert. Like, if he ran a hand through Cherri’s hair at the nape of his neck and gripped, like so-

“Fuck!” Cherri gasped.

Kobra did it again, a little harder.

“Oh, shit, Kobra…”

“Hm?” he replied, innocently.

Cherri glanced up at him over his shoulder, grinning a little with parted lips. “You wanna take a break?”

Kobra nodded eagerly.

That was all the convincing Cherri needed, apparently, as he stood and all but crashed into Kobra, backing the other boy up against Ghoul’s workbench. He kissed him hard against the side of the table.

Kobra, delighted, fisted his hands in Cherri’s shirt to pull him closer. Cherri must have done his own studying as well, because when he pressed a hand flat against Kobra’s lower back, Kobra’s lips parted with a gasp and Cherri slipped his tongue in.

It was maybe their second or third make out session when Kobra confessed how much he liked the feeling of Cherri’s tongue against his. Or anywhere, really. It left a taste in his mouth Kobra wasn’t used to, but never got tired of. Cherri admitted how much he liked it, as well. Droid’s mouths were a new experience, surprisingly soft and enticingly warm. It wasn’t wet, as droids don’t spit, but Kobra’s mouth was always supple and slick when Cherri explored it with his tongue. He’d admitted to thinking about Kobra’s mouth in other places, but he assured him that they could go as slow as Kobra wanted. Kobra had just responded with a hungry look that Cherri still hadn’t stopped thinking about.

Although Kobra could have just let Cherri kiss him like this for hours, Cherri pulled away just a hair. He was already breathless, and he tapped the bench behind them twice with his hand.

“Hop up,” he instructed.

Kobra quickly climbed up and sat, and Cherri stepped in between his legs. He kissed Kobra’s neck, gentler than before. Kobra didn’t bruise, they learned, so hickies were out. But Cherri still pressed one hot, open-mouthed kiss after another against the smooth skin of Kobra’s throat.

“Fuck...Cherri,” Kobra whined. The calloused hands covering his thighs kept him anchored to the table, and he tilted his head back for better access.

Cherri let one hand trail down Kobra’s leg. He hooked it behind the other boy’s knee and gave it a little tug.

“Here, you can wrap your legs around me, like this.”

Kobra let Cherri guide one of his legs, and he followed with the other, hooking his ankles together right at the base of Cherri’s spine. They both adjusted to the new position, and Kobra’s fans turned on when he felt how close they were now.

“Mmm, I like this,” Kobra said, grinning down at Cherri.

“Me too.” Cherri closed the distance to kiss him. Now his hands wandered to Kobra’s ass where they just rested for the moment.

Kobra’s hands threaded through Cherri’s hair, not tugging just yet. He nibbled Cherri’s lower lip, pulling it between his teeth. The resulting groan made him grin. Anything he could do to draw out those sounds, he did.

“Hey, no one’s doin’ any broadcasts right now, right?” Kobra mumbled against Cherri’s lips.

“Don’ think so. Why?”

“No reason.” With a sharp tug, Kobra pulled Cherri’s head back by his hair and dove in to kiss where his neck met shoulder.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Jus’ don’t want the whole desert to hear us,” Kobra said with a laugh against his skin.

Cherri laughed too, cut off with a sharp breath when he felt Kobra’s teeth brush his collarbone.

“Rascal. Next time I spend the night at the diner, I’m gonna make you scream, see how you like it.”

“D’you promise? I got some ideas…”

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Breathe {2}

Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: This is the most planned out fic. I think I’ve ever written, holy cow. Steve would be yelling language so much at this chapter. I cannot stress to all of you how much Sam or Bucky are not straight in this.

Rating: M

Summary: Six months after Endgame, Bucky sees John Walker with the shield, it’s time to talk to Sam. Steve died of old age and is the Major Character Death. Unrequited Stucky, eventual SamBucky.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Self Harm, Swears, Angst, Grief,

Word Count: 2,301

Six months passed, Bucky had been a stranger, but he had been busy. Getting acclimated to the modern world was not as easy as he had hoped. Brooklyn had changed, just like everything else. Businesses were gone, families he had known died, but it still was Brooklyn. He had taken a self guided tour when he first moved into the apartment. There were plaques all over the place with his and Steve’s name on them. He remembered staring up at their old building, or at least the plot of land it had been in, that was now some kind of apartment complex, and wondered why the hell they had thought to put a bronze plaque out front. Reading the plaque had caused his skin to crawl, the two friends lived together for years. That shouldn’t bother him as much as it did, but it kept nagging at his mind. Two friends, that’s all they were, no matter his feelings, they were friends. Til the end of the line. That phrase popped back into his mind. Bucky had ninety years, but there were three words he never got to say.

He had turned away once he finished reading, tears starting in his eyes and his hands clenched. He stumbled into two men who were holding hands.

“Watch it!” The taller one snapped, pushing the other behind him protectively. Bucky had frozen for a moment, eyes flicking around the two, whose hands remained intertwined. The one who had been pushed aside whispered in the other’s ear. “Alright, let’s go, but watch where the fuck you’re going.”

Bucky mumbled an apology, but his eyes wandered back to the couple as they walked away, their hands intertwined. He pushed down the ache he felt in his chest, shoved his hands into his pockets, and shuffled his way back to his apartment. Once he was at the place he now called home, he got onto the computer that had been left for him. Hydra had taught him how to use one, that was one skill he was grateful for.

Aside from reacquainting himself with life, he was making amends for his time as the Winter Soldier and attending his court mandated therapy sessions with Dr. Raynor. Busy, cleaning up years of messes he had made for Hydra, catching u At least that’s what he kept telling himself every time his phone dinged and it was a text from Sam. I’ll get to it. He kept saying, but he didn’t.

He sat in front of her birch tree wallpaper. He hated the room, the couch, not so much Dr. Raynor, but he hated the situation. He spent years with someone else in his head, and he didn’t need another person added to the list to comb through his mind.

Bucky continued in his usual fashion of giving her one word answers. Then he started to talk about the name he crossed of his list of amends, he parroted back Rule Number Three.“I am no longer the Winter Soldier, I am James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, and you are part of my effort to make amends.”

“Give me your phone.” She ordered, he sighed and handed it over, she started going through the phone. “You’ve been ignoring the texts from Sam.” He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “You’re alone, you have no family. It’s sad.”

He clenched his jaw. “I’m trying. I had calm in Wakanda, for ninety years I have gone from one fight to another.”

“So now that you’ve stopped fighting, what do you want?”

Bucky paused and considered his answer. “Peace.” He answered.

She scoffed, “That’s bullshit.”

Bucky remained silent, because he knew she was right. He did want peace, but that wasn’t his top priority. “Thanks doc.” He muttered as he walked out of her office and made his way home.

He grumbled to himself and made his way to the makeshift bed on the floor. He had tried to sleep in the bed, that first night after Steve was gone, but he couldn’t. Too soft, too warm, but the floor, that was just right. He sat on the floor and turned on the television, turning to the news channel, it was the only thing he could tolerate, at least it used to be the only thing he could tolerate. Sam had given up the shield. And now some asshole was walking around with Steve’s legacy on his arm. Bucky hadn’t met Walker, but he already knew, he wasn’t Captain America. The pomp and circumstance around his announcement disgusted him, Sam wouldn’t have done this. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, glancing at Sam’s message from earlier that day.

I’ll be in town this week. Teaming up with the Air Force, wanna grab a bite?

Bucky felt guilty for ignoring him all this time, he hadn’t wanted to. But he didn’t want to burden Sam, from the little bit he had learned from Steve, Sam had baggage too. He glanced back at the message. Air Force. That was something Bucky was still familiar with.

Bucky walked into the hangar. “Why’d you give up the shield?”

“Good to see you too, Buck.” Sam said calmly, ignoring Bucky’s question.

Bucky followed Sam and listened to him rattle on about the ‘Big Three.’ Aliens, androids, and wizards, the fuck? “I read the Hobbit, in 1937, when it came out.”

He didn’t miss the mildly surprised look on Sam’s face, but followed him onto the plane, like hell he was being left behind, not again. He sat across from Sam, glaring and Sam bared down and his brown eyes met Bucky’s blue. And in that moment, Bucky’s heart skipped a beat.

Bucky watched Sam jump out of the plane, and sighed. Following another idiot into certain danger. He thought to himself before jumping out, and then hitting every possible tree branch on the way down. He caught a flash of red just before he hit the ground.

“I got all of that.” He heard Sam chuckle as Redwing hovered above him.

“Get it out of my face, Sam, before I break it.” Bucky snarled through his teeth. Trying to ignore Sam’s laughter, and the little beep from Redwing.

Bucky followed Sam into the warehouse, slinking into the shadows into a separate hallway.

“Look at you, White Panther.” Sam snickered through the comms.

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes, “White Wolf, actually.”

Sam’s quiet laughter filtered through the comms, and Bucky’s face grew warm, he shook his head and continued walking. He met Sam in a large storage room, he could see a man lifting a large pallet of boxes. “I could take him.”

“Just wait.” Sam murmured, tapping on his goggles. “There’s more.”

“I could take them.”

“Just because you have a vibranium arm doesn’t mean you can take everyone in the world.” Sam grumbled, looking out at the semis waiting. “They’ve got a hostage.”

The trucks started to pull away and Bucky ran after them. Sam was yelling at him through comms, but he didn’t care, he jumped on the back of the second truck and ripped the door open. He glanced around, “Looks like vaccines.” A girl with curly red hair stepped out from behind one of the she glanced up timidly at Bucky. “I’m here to help.” Bucky said, holding out his hand to her. A smirk appeared on her face, “Son of a—“

Bucky flew from the semi as she kicked him in the chest. He glared up at her as she gave a last smile before jumping to the top of the truck. Bucky chased after her and was instantly thrown into a fight with her and two other men. They started kicking and punching him before the men grabbed ahold of both of his arms and turned him to face her. Redwing began to buzz around her head and she groaned, then grabbed the drone from the air and snapped in half over her knee.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Bucky said wistfully, catching Sam’s eyes for a moment before Sam engaged the girl and was thrown to a separate truck and pinned down by two men that Bucky hadn’t noticed.

Then that damn red, white, and blue saucer flew through the air. Bucky glanced up to see Steve’s government replacement jump from the helicopter. Bucky caught the shield as it rebounded from the hit, then it was immediately taken by Walker. Bucky gripped the bottom of the semi, snarling as the super soldier continued to stomp on his hand until his grip was broken and he was holding on by one arm. He snarled as he slid down the truck and wrapped himself around the bottom of the trailer frame. The tires hitting the pavement sounded louder then he glanced over to see a flash of silver and red.

“That little girl kicked your ass.”Sam joked before barreling under the semi, pulling Bucky with him and they rolled into a field, the two grunting until they came to a stop. Bucky was on top of Sam, his eyes met Sam’s and Bucky felt his stomach flip, then his eyes flicked down to Sam’s lips. He panicked and rolled off Sam, he paused for a moment, trying to calm his breathing. “You’re welcome by the way.” Sam snarked.

“Asshole.” Bucky grumbled. “Those were super soldiers.” Bucky murmured, still feeling his heart flutter in his chest.

“Yup.” Sam said, standing up from the ground and walking to the road, glancing back at Bucky on the ground for a moment before walking towards the road.

Bucky grumbled and rolled onto his feet, falling into step beside Sam. They continued talking about the implications of the super soldiers. Dread was thrumming though Bucky’s body, super soldiers meant Hydra. His arm ached, he shook it off and continued to walk along side Sam, listening to him talk about his connections, where he would get the information next. Then he heard the honk of a horn.

Bucky glanced over to see the new blonde haired, blue eyed boy who wanted to be Captain America. “We’re pretty sure it’s one of the big three.” He called out to them.

Bucky glanced over at Sam with a raised eyebrow. How many of you have this damned big three idea? He thought to himself, Sam rolled his eyes. “Or it’s super soldiers.” He answered, not making eye contact with Walker.

“You really think so?” Lamar asked.

“We gotta work together. That’s the only way.” Walker said.

Bucky bristled, like hell was he going to work with him. He might think he looked the part, but there was no fucking way that this guy was Captain America. He was no Steve Rogers, Bucky’s eyes wandered over to Sam. And he sure as hell was no Sam Wilson. “Just because you carry that shield doesn’t make you Captain America.” He snarked, Sam gave him a small nudge.

“I put in the work. I know you didn’t expect to see the shield, Bucky” Walker snarked back defensively.

Bucky’s blood began to boil, who the fuck did he think he was, calling him Bucky. “Did you? Have you jumped on a grenade?” Bucky snarled, rage building inside him.

Walker started to go on a tirade about jumping on grenades, and plans for them. Bucky didn’t care. “C’mon, it’s twenty miles to the airport, get in the truck.”

Sam sighed and started climbing in the back of the truck. Bucky glared, he didn’t like it, but he wasn’t leaving Sam alone with these guys. Bucky remained silent and let Sam fill Walker in. He threw in a few

“You hacked my tech?” Sam snarled, Bucky could feel him stiffening next to him.

“It’s government property, I’m kind the government.” John answered nonchalantly.

Bucky turned his glare directly onto John, each time he opened his mouth Bucky added to his mental list of reasons why this man wasn’t fit to be Captain America. He thought that he had created a long enough list after watching his first interview, but no, meeting him in person. Bucky had a hell of a list going.

“It’d be a lot easier if I had Steve Roger’s best friend and wingman on my side.” John said.

Bucky tilted his head at Sam, who remained silent, but Bucky could see the fire lighting in his eyes. “Stop the car!” Bucky didn’t look back as he started walking on the path, Sam fell into step beside him. Bucky was seething, he started taking deep breaths to try to calm himself once they were out of eyesight of the others. He stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking deep breaths.

“Come on, Buck, calm down.” Sam murmured, stopping next to him, dropping a hand to his shoulder.

“He’s an asshole.” Bucky managed to spit out.

Sam laughed, “Yeah, he is. But you seem to like calling everyone an asshole today, especially people who saved your ass.”

Bucky squinted his eyes and glanced over at Sam, who had a small smile on his face. “I don’t like him.”

“You don’t have to.” Sam said, giving Bucky’s shoulder a small squeeze.

“Good, cause I wasn’t planning on it.”

Sam let out a full bodied laugh, he reined it in and glanced at the other man. “You okay?”

Bucky sighed, “He’s not Steve.” He’s not you.

Sam nodded, he removed his hand from Bucky’s shoulder. They continued in silence, both men in their minds. Bucky wasn’t sure what Sam was thinking about, but Bucky already had three plans devised for how he was going to steal the shield from Walker and make sure it ended up in Sam’s hands. Because if an asshole was going to be wielding the shield, it was going to be his asshole of choice.

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Sorry I'm kinda new and I dont know if you've answered this before but do u have any headcanons about the killjoys backstories? Like when or why they left the city? (Happy birthday btw!)

oh nonny that is a can of worms i am happy to share!!! and thanks for the birthday wishes <3 

this is also from seven months ago that i am only answering now... putting them all under the cut tho since it gets a little long and everyone knows i Love talking spoilers... this is 1910 words. i don’t know how. i’m sorry nonny. 

Fun Ghoul 

When Ghoul was a toddler, he had a rather happy family, actually; two mommas and an older sister. He was four, so no, he didn’t exactly appreciate it, he just cried when they gave him a haircut after he got four chunks of gum and superglue in his hair. 

When he was five, his mama kissed him on the forehead, and said she’d be back soon. He doesn’t remember that part. All he remembers is that she never came back, and the blurry face of the woman who brought him - and left him - at a Market that same year. 

And when he was six or so, a week after running away from Dr. D’s in a blind panic ‘cos he was upset and scared with his best friend - the boy who’d later go on to become Mr. Sandman, there was an Exterminator - who happened to have a penchant for luring our Zonerats and setting an example if she had the time. That’s when she slit his mouth open; left him, ‘cos a kid like him had no one there for him. She was right — he didn’t. 

But Ghoul was always stubbornly alive, even when he shouldn’t be. He ended up scrambling to an abandoned building and hastily, sloppily stitching his mouth shut, crying, before passing out there and waking up days later. He didn’t know it, but his heart did stop, and he did bleed out. He died in that abandoned building. He never saw Sandman again; didn’t know what Ativan did to him and didn’t want to know. The Phoenix Witch, though, she brought him back as best she could: a little off-kilter and a little dead around the edges, but alive. Like a ghoul. 

After that, he went through three crews and getting caught pick-pocketing twice; a trip to the city for the tech he needed for his hands before a shady deal in the Lobby ended up in one murder and two android-issue fully-implemented metal hands. 

Zonerat born and raised, he likes to say, a child of the sun, the sand, and the Phoenix Witch. He doesn’t know his mama happened to become the Phoenix Witch when she died. 

Jet Star

Jet grew up in a Neutral Town. The Neutral Town was fine, sure, but their dad had a thing for Killjoys with revolution in their veins and when Jet was three, their family of three suddenly turned into family of two. Their mama couldn’t stay cooped up in a Town like that. She needed the rebellion and the color and the disregard. 

Jet’s dad never said anything about it, but Jet had always known about the resentment he held: and still, when Jet was twelve, it was decided he’d stay with his dad for a full moon cycle, and then stay with his moon, etc. etc. 

(It put far more strain on Jet than anyone realized, but they supposed it didn’t matter.) 

The night before they were set to go back to their little Neutral Town, Better Living lit up the skies with a series of bombs across the Inner Zones. The Neutrals were getting a little too gutsy, apparently. 

Either way, their mom looked them in the eyes, told them they had to take care of their little brother - the one they didn’t know about until that night - and said she had to go, she had to make sure something like that didn’t happen again. Jet was left on their own with their little brother and told to go back to their father. 

They never saw her again. The bombs that dropped had destroyed their Neutral Town. Fire raged through the remains, so all Jet was able to salvage was their town flag, of which they later painstakingly sewed to the back of their jacket. 

They mostly traveled with nomadic Neutrals, staying away from the Killjoys, trying to keep their little brother safe. 

He was always a curious little fucker though. Wanted to know what was out there and why they weren’t fighting Better Living like Mama. Jet never told him what happened to her - as though they knew themself. 

Eventually, they weren’t able to keep their little brother safe, and ever since then, they’ve bounced around the Zones like a one Killjoy army, raising hell for Better Living for taking his fucking brother from them. 

(One day, they meet a junior Exterminator named Sprawl. They’re never quite the same after that.) 

Party Poison

He grew up in the High Rise Districts of Battery City, always one neighborhood away from the few that held the real power in Better Living. And that was okay. It’s not like he quite knew about any of that, not when he was that young. 

He was the problem child, though, in that he thought too much and his mother was always burdening him with her problems when he was a child and sometimes he acted out. 

Up until he was twelve, at least. By the time he was twelve, he learned exactly how the go with the flow and the mold of everything around him, accept it with a hollow smile and “have a Better day!” 

Getting into trouble, of course, would mean that his Family Unit was investigated, and he couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have that because he knew they’d take his mother away and she had her problems, but he still loved her. 

(As in, she ignored Kobra’s existence and only spoke to Poison; as in Poison was a twelve-year-old who was supposed to raise a ten-year-old; as in he was the oldest and he was supposed to protect Kobra even if Kobra didn’t want anything to do with him, even if Kobra was the smarter one.) 

So he learned how to act and everything was fine.

Everything was fine until he was thirteen and Kobra was eleven, because that was when the Crows took Kobra away with a few quiet words with his mother and then he didn’t have anyone to take care of other than himself and that granted him a freedom that he still feels guilty for. 

So, hollow smiles turned into mischievous grins and going to bed at night turned into sneaking out his window with the blue, patchy leather jacket he’d been given by a shady Juvee with a chip on their shoulder. DJ Hot Chimp, he’d learn later. 

Rebelling had its consequences, though, and everything was the normal of sneaking out at night until he was fourteen and the routine changed again; his mother wasn’t his mother anymore. 

She was replaced by a droid, and fuck it, the droid was far more affectionate than his mother ever was. They didn’t give him a replacement for his father, but it’s not like Poison had grown up with one anyway. But the droid version of his mother watched him constantly. 

Going out to the Lobby was quickly becoming a monthly occurrence rather than a nightly one. 

And to make things even more suffocating, Kobra came home, twelve-years-old and probably the scariest fucker Poison had seen up to that point. He was quiet, unnervingly so, and he watched Poison closer than even the droid did. 

Poison never asked where he’d been in those two years, now fifteen and a rebel at heart with a soldier for a brother. 

That was when he knew he needed to get out, because Kobra wasn’t the best liar, at least not when he wasn’t sure what he was lying about, and he was starting to slip; it was becoming more and more clear that Kobra knew what Poison was up to, about the jacket and the mask in the back of his closet that he’d grown into. 

When they escaped, it was a ride full of firefights and colors and paint and adrenaline and neither of them remember it too well, but that type of experience lost its allure as quickly as they ran out of carbons. 

So, Poison did what he could. Ended up nearly losing his life a few times, but it paid for food and gas and color and that was what he and Kobra needed, so it worked out, he supposed. (Even if you couldn’t touch him without him having a panic attack; even if the crescent moon scars in his neck glowed under the moonlight.) 

Kobra Kid

Kobra may have grown up with Poison, but everything was a little to the left for him. 

For one, he’d learned from an early age to rely on himself, to make sure to minimize his presence so that his mom didn’t look uncomfortable and Poison didn’t have to take care of him. 

He learned when he was eight and he couldn’t figure out what was wrong with his bedtime schedule ‘cos he felt like hell on a platter and kept throwing up until a week later when everything was all blurry noise that he felt better without his medication, even though he still took one - instead of three - every day since that made him feel sane. 

Poison was a little overbearing and his mom might have lived in the same house as him, but they weren’t family, not really, she never talked to him. He heard her crying sometimes. She never looked at him, anyway, so he paid her the same favor once he was old enough to understand that it was just because she thought of him as the problem child. 

When he was ten, he was woken up in the middle of the night by a knock at the front door, his mom shaking him awake frantically with bloodshot eyes - he’d never seen her eyes, she never looked at him, it confused him so much that he’d followed without question. A Scarecrow and a pair of Exterminators took him away in a black SUV in a silent ride to the heart of the City. 

The Tower. It was where he lived for the next two years. It wasn’t a bad place, necessarily, if you knew the few places the cameras didn’t record and he could smoke a cigarette or two. A twelve-year-old with a nicotine addiction wasn’t all that surprising considering what he was supposed to learn. 

The other Crow students - Crow Program, it was called, they were training to be Scarecrows or whatever - didn’t like him much and he was okay with that. He was taller and slimmer than them and he beat them in training all the time. He was always fighting with the student that took second place - ironically, a boy Ghoul knew well, a boy that got taken from the Desert when he was five years old - and that was okay. 

He was introduced to neon after he was allowed to return home, told to monitor the streets and everything he saw when he was thirteen. Monitor, record, report back. 

They gave him his Night Card three years early - at 16 you received your digital access card, that granted you access to the nightclubs around the slums - and they told him to check for suspicious activity. He was more than certain they just wanted to get him addicted to something. It worked. 

It worked, and maybe because he was out at the nightclubs observing, watching, learning, that he left Poison get away with so much. Poison was fine. Poison sometimes showed up at the nightclubs. Poison had a streak of bleached hair behind his ears marking him as a trustworthy rebel and Kobra let it slide.