#that shouldn't be possible that's illegal

[the-lark-ascending69]

Android Robin thoughts:

As an emotional support android, designed as a therapeutical tool for mental health patients, she was always programmed to easily imitate human emotion. Nancy assumes this is why she always seemed so sensitive and emotional.

The first time Nancy thought there was something more going on was the first time she made Robin cry. It's common knowledge that the only robots who could cry are ones designed to pass as human (ex. as spies, for example), or... adult activities robots, something Nancy found distasteful. She has two concerns now: one, that Steve got her one such android, and two, that someone had attempted to illegally turn Robin into one.

She's not way off on that one - Robin did run away from a previous owner because she learned he planned to have such illegal alterations done to her. He didn't get to go any further than artificial tear ducts, but even that was one of the most traumatic experiences in her life.

Robin can't eat (her hardware is not made for that and it could cause serious damage), but she does drink water to keep her system from overheating, especially while photosynthesizing. That's where the tear ducts get water from.

Nancy gets emotionally attached to Robin surprisingly fast. It's in her nature - she's empathetic and sensitive and she can't help but believe her when Robin is sobbing and wildly gesticulating with her hands and loudly begging Nancy to understand that she exists, she's real, she feels, she thinks, she's a living being who's concious and self-aware and she's so, so scared because her reality feels like the most terrifying form of existential horror, and she feels so alone.

Robin's system isn't designed to lose water quickly by crying, so she often gets weak, tired and dehydrated when she cries (which happens often). Nancy always helps her lay down on the couch or bed before she falls and hits her head, and is always quick to get her water.

Robin's body is as soft and warm as a human being's. It's completely indestinguishable from one. She even has an artificial heartbeat, meant to help patients calm down.

After realizing Robin is self-aware and concious, Nancy cleans up the spare room in her apartment she used for storage (she threw inside whatever thing she didn't need atm and let it gather dust there for months). She used to keep Robin there whenever she didn't need her, with a few books to keep her quiet whenver she turned herself on randomly (another technical problem). Now, she begins to think of her as a roommate and not as a more complex form of one of those circular vacuum cleaners that roll around on their own. That means she needs an actual bedroom, decorated however Robin wants, and a comfortable bed, with bookshelves on every wall and a closet with clothes of her own.

Robin has a lot of trauma responses when she's reminded of the abuse she suffered. Men raising their voices, people grabbing her or raising their hands or hitting walls and furniture always make her go still and quiet. Nancy always tries to be extra careful with her.

She hates being turned off by other people. Nancy used to do it a lot, whenever she got tired of hearing her talk, and Robin always let her because she didn't want to make her mad, but it instilled a great feeling of fear and powerlessness in her. Nancy doesn't do it anymore.

She introduces her to her friends as her new (totally human) rommate. The only people who know the truth are Steve and Dustin. They both have... a lot of conflicting feelings about Nancy's weird relationship with Robin, but Steve eventually comes around, understands that Robin is sentient and actually becomes very good friends with her. Dustin still has his doubts. It shouldn't be physically possible.

Robin is scared Nancy will one day realize just how broken she is and get rid of her, like everyone else before.

Robin gets a job at the local movie theater. She wants to help pay rent, as well as save up some money for herself. Nancy supports this, but she's terrified someone will learn she's a robot and report her to the authorities.

Nancy is the first person Robin comes out to as a lesbian. It's another one of Robin's beautiful surprises.

Nancy likes to read for Robin, whenever Robin's battery is low and she's too weak and tired to do it herself.

Robin's battery is charged faster when she's turned off (similar to being asleep, or unconcious). It takes her 12 full hours to get fully charged (while turned off), and her battery will last for two days until it's depleted. She usually photosynthesizes in the balcony. She very rarely turns back on right after finishing charging - it will usually take a few more hours, but never more than 6. Nancy could turn her on manually, so she could get back inside, but she prefers to carry her to bed. It's not an easy task because Robin is taller and heavier, but Nancy always manages one way to another. She likes to place a soft kiss on her head before leaving her to rest.

Nancy falls first, Robin falls harder.

[akookminsupporter]

It's incredible frustrating to see the narrative shift from " mhj doing illegal shit with hybe having literal proof of it" to " apparently hybe is now in a cult and bts is at the center of it because reasons"?? Mhj dropping names left and right and getting their respective fandoms riled up against each other but more importantly against bts because we all know kpop fans don't care about anything else other than bashing on bts :) we have literal fans of disbanded groups crawling out of holes to try to insert themselves into this whole mess just so they can make a tweet about bts when their groups haven't been active for literal years. Saying bts paid their way to the top but then they kept saying bts will never succeed because they can't even afford to pay their producers.. so which is it :) I've met a lot of people in my life but nobody was as fucking stupid, dense, ignorant and sometimes borderline racist as kpop fans. And I know our fandom does the same and I'm not saying we don't have people like that. But holy fuck. Kpop fans are truly some of the stupidest people on earth.

BTS shouldn't even be in this mess in the first place if it wasn't for mhj name dropping them and admitting that shaman story. It took me a long time to realise that it was indeed a true story and not just some fabricated story because holy fuck who in their right mind does that. We literally had everything from accusing them of every single possible thing that is known to men to bighit going to court for them just because some people can't accept the PAST 10 YEARS. Like these hate campaigns are literally insane and if everyone could just take 5 seconds to think about them, we wouldn't be here: I mean imagine if Taylor swift or Beyonce or Coldplay had to go to court to prove that they didn't do illegal shit. But because it's BTS everyone just dismisses it with "oh they are very famous it's to be expected" and moves on. Meanwhile it's not to be expected and it's literally insane that some people are running these hate campaigns against 7 real life existing literal living breathing people and so many people don't even bat an eye.

Apparently the k-gp is siding with mhj rn because the overworked and tired office workers resonate with her sticking up to her boss - while she's also a literal CEO and reportedly has been horrible to her employees? Okay I guess.

I have my own problems with hybe and bighit and bang pd, I have A LOT of problems with them so I don't want to sound like someone who is siding with the company, but holy fuck can we just get back to the main point? Which is mhj doing illegal shit ?? And leave BTS and le sserafim and seventeen and txt and I don't fucking know who else out of this? I'm not even a fan of any of them and I have half of their fandoms blocked for stupid shit but they have nothing to do with this issue and still get dragged into this.

I sincerely hope bighit sues everyone.

THIS IS CRAZY? And why is BTS ALWAYS THE BAD GUY?! WTF?

Im so fucking tired of Kpoppies 🤬🤬🤬🤬

[unpretty]

the thing about having been really broke. averaging $500 a month in a good year broke. using a gamestop credit card i shouldn't have qualified for to buy taco bell gift cards for food broke. is that i am SO bad with money. i have a degree in accounting and i am so bad with money. i do not think of myself as superstitious at all but money feels so cursed. not in a spiritual way, i mean literally. practically.

having 'too much' money feels so bad. money is a thing you spend as soon as you get it because it's so cursed. the more it is the more cursed it is. i save too much money and bad things will happen that cost all my money. money is a thing that summons expenses. if i have no money and the car breaks down i find a way to make it work. i scrounge and resell and pass the hat and talk to my mom's friend's friend who knows a guy and in the end i'm so relieved to be right back where i started. but if i were saving my money for a new computer and then the car broke down, the money is just gone. i spent the money i saved for a thing i wanted on a thing i needed instead and after all that hoping i'm right back where i started.

i get a windfall and i set the money aside because if i'm careful that's enough to pay for gas for months. but then i need to pay for heat and i apply for assistance and they look at my bank account and see i have money and now they won't help pay for heat. soon it's just a habit. i get the money and i spend the money. immediately, as soon as possible, get this money away from me. don't even save enough for cigarettes. i can find money for cigarettes, somehow i can always find money for cigarettes. cigarette money is a weird magical fake money i summon from dark corners whenever i run out of cigarettes. i don't know how it works either. i've tried to summon the cigarette money for things that aren't cigarettes and it never works. just get this out of my bank account. get it out of here before something notices there's money here.

anyway i'm working on it but god it's hard

[kkujo]

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[viridiscrow]

wrt that post about disgust-based morality and pointing out the issue of "is this actually wrong or does this just make me uncomfortable", I'm gonna put what might my my most contoversial take out there: I don't think cannibalism should be illegal. Murder and graverobbing are already prohibited by the law. If it were consensual and everybody were of sound mind and it were ethically sourced nobody was killed for it, then none of the things that would make it immoral normally would be present. It's just meat. People are animals too. Guinea pigs are pets in some places, but a normal food elsewhere, they're animals that exist in nature. it's social convention; not actually wrong. Nothing is wrong "because it's wrong", there are REASONS.

And the reasons MATTER!!! Morality lies in where i is; not in feeling queasy. I was posed a question a while back and decided "y'know what? If it were sourced /ethically/? Yeah! I would be curious to try it."

People are so kneejerk and build their morals around disgust that we get reactionary attitudes like people trying to ban sex work. "It's wrong because it's wrong" is never actually a valid position on any moral issue. -_- Or "it's wrong because people are made uncomfortable by it" isn't valid either!!!

It even applies to homophobic arguments and the "no kink at pride" thing. People have surface-level gut reactions, and people don't think through them, and this problem applies to so much but I point out the cannibalism thing to really highlight the point starkly. People should reevaluate their moral precepts. Even ones they take as a given. Even ones that might get you even later today and cause you to think "that's bad/wrong" without having examined whether it's causing harm. Nobody's immune. Maybe even one of the things I mentioned is already one of those things for some people.

Also the cannibalism thing is fucking weird because people eat their own dead cells, even from their mouth alone, all the time. Autocannibalism is illegal in a lot of places too, and it's only illegal because of disgust-based morality. But... ??? It would be their body!? :/ Obviously any unethical sourcing of human meat would be bad!!! But that would be different from the morality of the act of consuming human flesh.

[inkskinned]

so while i was writing the book, i became violently suicidal.

this was mostly due to the fact that i had a very bad reaction to some meds and my brain stopped producing any serotonin. also i was in the last semester of grad school where it's actually illegal to feel anything but dread. so it wasn't going well.

somewhere in the fog of it i became aware i needed help. nobody was taking clients or my insurance. i didn't want to do inpatient care - it wasn't right for my needs. there's not really an "in between" stage between "inpatient" and "no care," but i was trying to do the right thing. i was trying to activate the chain of command that was my emergency plan. i knew i needed help now.

i used betterhelp.

i know, i know. i'm a straight-A student and so smart and so clever, how could i ever use something so blatantly bad. to be honest with you, i didn't feel particularly keen on it from the getgo - things that seem too good to be true usually are. also, if something online is free, the price is usually your privacy.

the thing is that there was kind of a global pandemic happening at the time and i worked 5 jobs alongside of being a fulltime student and also like writing a book on the side. it is a miracle that i even thought about getting help. i would love to tell you i had the mental wherewithal to like, process whether this was the right choice for me. mostly i was desperate. i was so suicidal that i was trying to find a reason to stay inside of fortune cookies. i was the kind of suicidal that looks like splatterpaint. i hadn't been that bad in an entire decade.

they took my data. i gave them it freely. somewhere out there, they have a dossier on me. on everything i survived. my story in little datapoints, scattergraphed beautifully.

the first woman told me that really i should be grateful, because (and this is a direct quote): "at least you're not anne frank." i said that i felt that statement was antisemitic, as anne frank's life and experience shouldn't be compared to like, a nonbinary lesbian in western massachusetts. the therapist said that i should try to use lucid dreaming to try to picture myself in an actually scary situation, like running from nazis.

i applied for another therapist. i was willing to accept the possibility that there was a bad apple in the bunch. the next therapist and i even laughed about how inappropriate that statement was. and then, in our next session: the new therapist said if i was struggling with body image issues, i should just work harder on my appearance. she spent 3 sessions in a row talking about how she was grieving, and made me memorize facts about her grandmother so "she can live on through my clients."

i am a three's-a-charm kind of person. okay, so what if the last person made me uncomfortable. i figured it was just a misunderstanding of priorities - she had felt she was sharing with me, i had felt like i had to take care of her. i applied for another therapist.

the last woman asked me to help her pray. she bowed her head. i stared at her, frozen, while she said: lord, i beg you: cure her. take the pain of being gay away from her.

i spent somewhere between 2.5 and 3 months on betterhelp. in that whole time, i was not getting the professional help i so desperately needed, even though i was fucking trying.

in the end, i survived this because i finally could get off the meds that were literally killing me. a request for a real therapist finally went through. i survived because my friends saved my life. because nick let me sob myself dry in his arms. because maddie took the razors out of my room when i asked them to. because grace slept over in my bed for like 3 weeks in a row since nobody trusted me not to hurt myself when i was alone. i survived because i got fucking lucky. because even when i was desperately suicidal, i was too old and too self-aware to take "you need to be prettier" as good advice.

the thing is that there's a 19 year old me who isn't like that. who would have heard "just think about how grateful you should be" and said - oh, i see. i would have assumed that is what it means to be in therapy: the same thing my abusers used to tell me. that i am just pretending and lazy. that i am ugly and unworthy.

betterhelp positioned itself to take advantage of an incredibly vulnerable community. it preys on desperation. it knows it is serving people who are not doing well mentally. it saw that there is a huge need for real, immediate, compassionate mental health care: and then it fucking takes your money and privacy.

i still get their ads on instagram. last night i watched as a woman in a pool pretends to talk to a different woman. they discuss her anxiety.

there's a 19 year old version of me, and she didn't survive this. she was too tired, and drowning. i almost fucking died. this thing almost fucking killed me.

in the ad, the woman playing the therapist takes a note on a clipboard and then nods once, sagely.

i have to admit it's a pretty scene. the steam and light coming off the pool water lands on the actresses. like this, it almost looks baptismal, holy.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Mafia konig and his sweet innocent assistant

OMG!! MAFIA KONIG!! My mom was obsessed with TV show about ex-spec ops soldiers starting a criminal ring as a friend group because they didn't have any opportunities after being discharged from the military and...well, let me introduce you to this: Mafia!Konig as a discharged colonel Konig, was let go from the military with(thankfully) enough connections and retirement funds that his little hobby of smuggling guns from poorer Eastern European countries into Austria and Germany(both having horribly strict gun laws) for the less fortunate criminal rings. He gets them guns and drugs -- much lower prices too, thank god for his Prague connections and cheap labor -- and they get him money and power. Mafia!Konig who isn't your typical suit-wearing nice and clean-cut mob boss. He still wears his uniform - not because he wants to taint the suit, but because of his connections as the guy on the inside in the special forces - he was booted out of the army because of his age and traumas, even though he refused until his last day at the forces. He won't ever let anyone tear that form away from him - you just know he fucks you in his office in full gear, bouncing you on his cock as you're forced to beg your colonel to let you cum. Wearing his dog tags as the sign of ownership - as you're nothing but his obedient pet. Mafia!Konig has a solid reputation. A center that helps veterans overcome their traumas and find new purpose in life after exiting special forces - and you're his pretty assistant, just an innocent thing that runs around and does all of his paperwork because Colonel hates doing it! And you want to keep your job, you want to be useful, you're a good girl that doesn't question the suspicious numbers and shady people that attend some of his other totally legal businesses. You know better than to accuse people who served your country of being a dishonest bunch of thugs. Mafia!Konig who knows this is bad for you - innocent thing, you shouldn't ever be wrapped in his schemes, he only hired you because he wanted someone nice, someone kind to hang on to. He is doing terrible things every day, not shading from murders, assassinations and contraband smuggling - but he can come to you and place his head on your chest, just laying here for a few minutes as you stroke his head and relieve all of his anxieties.

Mafia!Konig who eventually convinces you to be his girlfriend. His trophy wife even, eventually - he wants to take care of you, to free you from having a job and worry about money...he has all means to make your life in Vienna as sweet as possible, cute thing, and he even hired move assistants for his more illegal doings just so your only job would be bringing him coffee and sucking him off under a table after the closes a very important weapons deal, forcing his thick cock in your willing throat as he promises to take you to the mountains on Christmas.

[scientia-rex]

Because my most popular post is about weight loss and how it's a crock, I get a lot of questions about various things, including bariatric surgery--just posted the link to the post I did about that--but also Ozempic/Wegovy, the once-weekly injectable semaglutide medication that was developed for diabetes but was found to have independent benefits on weight loss.

I always said that weight loss was like Viagra: when a medication came along that actually worked, it would explode. We'd all hear about it. Fen-phen in the 90s worked, but it was bad for your heart. Stimulants, like meth, may cause weight loss, but they do it at the cost of heart health, and raise your likelihood of dying young. Over the counter weight loss supplements often contain illegal and unlisted thyroid hormone, which is also dangerous for the heart if taken in the absence of a real deficiency. Orlistat, or "Alli," works the same way as the Olestra chips Lays made in the 1990s--it shuts off your ability to digest fats, and the problem with that is that fats irritate the gut, so then you end up with fatty diarrhea and probably sharts. Plus Alli only leads to 8-10lbs of weight loss in the best case scenario, and most people are not willing to endure sharts for the sake of 8lbs.

And then came the GLP-1 agonists. GLP stands for glucagon-like peptide. Your body uses insulin to make cells uptake sugar. You can't just have free-floating sugar and use it, it has to go into the cells to be used. So if your body sucks at moving sugar into the cells, you end up with a bunch of glucose hanging out in places where it shouldn't be, depositing on small vessels, damaging nerves and your retinas and kidneys and everywhere else that has a whole lot of sensitive small blood vessels, like your brain.

Glucagon makes your liver break down stored sugars and release them. You can think of it as part of insulin's supporting cast. If your body needs sugar and you aren't eating it, you aren't going to die of hypoglycemia, unless you've got some rare genetic conditions--your liver is going to go, whoops, here you go! and cough it up.

But glucagon-like peptide doesn't act quite the same way. What glucagon-like peptide does is actually stimulating your body to release insulin. It inhibits glucagon secretion. It says, we're okay, we're full, we just ate, we don't need more glucagon right now.

This has been enough for many people to both improve blood sugar and cause weight loss. Some patients find they think about food less, which can be a blessing if you have an abnormally active hunger drive, or if you have or had an eating disorder.

However, every patient I've started on semaglutide in any form (Ozempic, Wegovy, or Rybelsus) has had nausea to start with, probably because it slows the rate of stomach emptying. And that nausea sometimes improves, and sometimes it doesn't. There's some reports out now of possible gastroparesis associated with it, which is where the stomach just stops contracting in a way that lets it empty normally into the small intestine. That may not sound like a big deal, but it's a lifelong ticket to abdominal pain and nausea and vomiting, and we are not good at treating it. We're talking Reglan, a sedating anti-nausea but pro-motility agent, which makes many of my patients too sleepy to function, or a gastric pacemaker, which is a relatively new surgery. You can also try a macrolide antibiotic, like erythromycin, but I have had almost no success in getting insurance to cover those and also they have their own significant side effects.

Rapid weight loss from any cause, whether illness, medication, or surgery, comes with problems. Your skin is not able to contract quickly. It probably will, over long periods of time, but "Ozempic face" and "Ozempic butt" are not what people who want to lose weight are looking for. Your vision of your ideal body does not include loose, excess skin.

The data are also pretty clear that you can't "kick start" weight loss with Ozempic and then maintain it with behavioral mechanisms. If you want to maintain the weight loss, you need to stay on the medication. A dose that is high enough to cause weight loss is significantly higher than the minimum dose where we see improvements in blood sugar, and with a higher dose comes higher risk of side effects.

I would wait on semaglutide. I would wait because it's been out for a couple of years now but with the current explosion in popularity we're going to see more nuanced data on side effects emerging. When you go from Phase III human trials to actual use in the world, you get thousands or millions more data points, and rare side effects that weren't seen in the small human trials become apparent. It's why I always say my favorite things for a drug to be are old, safe, and cheap.

I also suspect the oral form, Rybelsus, is going to get more popular and be refined in some way. It's currently prohibitively expensive--all of these are; we're talking 1200 or so bucks a month before insurance, and insurance coverage varies widely. I have patients who pay anything from zero to thirty to three hundred bucks a month for injectable semaglutide. I don't think I currently have anyone whose insurance covers Rybelsus who could also tolerate the nausea. My panel right now is about a thousand patients.

There are also other GLP-1 agonists. Victoza, a twice-daily injection, and Trulicity, and anything else that ends in "-aglutide". But those aren't as popular, despite being cheaper, and they aren't specifically approved for weight loss.

Mounjaro is a newer one, tirzepatide, that acts on two receptors rather than one. In addition to stimulating GLP-1 receptors, it also stimulates glucose-dependent insulinotropic polypeptide (GIP) receptors. It may work better; I'm not sure whether that's going to come with a concomitantly increased risk of side effects. It's still only approved for diabetes treatment, but I suspect that will change soon and I suspect we'll see a lot of cross-over in terms of using it to treat obesity.

I don't think these medications are going away. I also don't think they're right for everyone. They can reactivate medullary thyroid carcinoma; they can fuck up digestion; they may lead to decreased quality of life. So while there may be people who do well with them, it is okay if those people are not you. You do not owe being thin to anyone. You most certainly do not owe being thin to the extent that you should risk your health for it. Being thin makes navigating a deeply fat-hating world easier, in many ways, so I never blame anyone for wanting to be thin; I just want to emphasize that it is okay if you stay fat forever.

[werewolf-cuddles]

"um, scott pilgrim is a groomer, you shouldn't like him"

holy fuck do people miss the point of this series so fucking hard

yes, Scott starts the series dating a 17 year old, everybody already knows this, it's literally the first thing we learn about him

but the thing a lot of people seem to miss when bringing this up is

A) He gets called out by his friends for doing it, because while it's not technically illegal (reminder; the series takes place in Canada where the AOC is 16), it's still an incredibly sketchy thing to do

B) He doesn't date Knives because he's actually attracted to her. He dates her because he's a fucking pathetic loser who can't get an actual girlfriend.

C) They never have sex. In fact, his reaction to his sister attempting to ask if they have makes it very clear that he doesn't want to do that.

He doesn't even bring up the possibility of having sex with her until Volume 6, long after they broke up and after she's turned 18, and even then, it's the result of him being in a really bad place mentally and it doesn't happen.

D) Do I need to reiterate that everyone calls him out on it? Because I think it's very important to know that everyone calls him out on it

E) LITERALLY THE ENTIRE GODDAMN POINT OF THE SERIES IS THAT SCOTT IS A SHITTY PERSON WHO DEVELOPS OVER THE COURSE OF THE STORY TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON, HOW ARE YOU MISSING THE POINT THIS FUCKING HARD!?

[messylustt]

El Trato request: HCs on Hobie being the petulant lil brother that won’t share his big sis with her new boo Miguel

ok. i love this ( el trato (the deal) series )

when everyone had found out about you and miguel, all their reactions were versitially different, but hobie brown’s was the most skeptical.

he had had an inkling about you both for a while—even before you and miguel had realised your own feelings—and maybe at first he had found it refreshing, seeing "scary" miguel spare you small glances when you weren't looking, while he'd fiddle with your bracelet that rested on his wrist.

but hobie's feelings towards the situation began to grow a tad sour, because now every chance miguel got he would seek you out, taking you away from...say a lyric session between you and hobie.

you'd be nodding along to a few lyric ideas—hobie's guitar laid across his lap—as you'd chip in possible word changes. hobie loved when you'd change things up.

but then you'd be turning away from him, gazing up at the appearance of miguel who would "not so subtly" tilt his head to the side, asking you to go with him.

hobie at first brushed it aside. 'they've just gotten together' 'the honeymoon phase ‘ill end and i'll ‘ave ma song partner back' hobie would think to himself.

but no...whatever "phase" you and miguel were going through wasn't seeming anywhere near close to ending. it grew insufferable for hobie.

one time, when you tapping away at a keyboard (the tech room having gotten fixed up and renewed) hobie jumped down onto a swivel chair, spinning to sit beside you as he gazed at your work. "boring shit again?" he’d ask eyeing the screen, as you would smirk.

"when are you ever gonna try and describe what I'm doing?" you would ask, leaning slightly back in your chair. hobie would scoff. "it's not that...hard to grasp."

hobie would lean forward, eyeing the computer and the code displayed, as he began to nod. "uh huh." you would just laugh.

then he'd give his reason for his arrival. "i need a partner in crime." he'd grin.

you'd raise your brows. "is it illegal?" "no of course not." you'd chuckle. "either way i can't right now...sorry."

hobie would frown, resting his head on your desk as he'd grab your hand, then in a mockingly deep voice he'd say "are ya' jus' too busy bein' miguel's bed? that it?"

your eyes widen as you snatched your hand out of his, pushing his head off your desk, making him groan as he caught himself rather fluidly. "oh come on, mate...ya spend so much time with tha' goddamn scowler."

you'd just roll your eyes. and of course miguel would appear, making hobie copy the action. don't get me wrong he does like you two as a pair, but with miguel constantly managing to take you away from him his expression is set.

"now who's the 'scowler'" you would sneer.

miguel would eye hobie. "shouldn't you be out?" miguel would then "accidently" knock hobie's chair farther away from you, his clawed hand lightly tapping against the back of yours.

"i'm so sorry, boss..." hobie would drag out sarcastically, standing as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "ya girl seems to be rather busy."

"mhm." miguel would slightly narrow his eyes on hobie. you'd sigh, spinning in your chair as you stood. “I do need to work…so if both of you could get out, if it isn’t important, that’d be great.”

miguel shifts his gaze to you. “what’d I do, chaparrita?” you’d slightly narrow your eyes, as you’d whisper. “I told you not to call me that anymore…”

“but it suits you.” miguel would mockingly grin, his claw digging into the belt loop of your pants to tug you closer.

but then hobie would be grabbing your shoulders, moving you away. “not at work please.” he’d say this to miguel, as miguel would cross his arms. “and not in front o’ me.”

“weren’t you the one who asked if we “banged”?” miguel quotes, making your cheeks flush and hobie’s eyes narrow.

“yeah…well…I mighta lost a bet.” he sniffed, acting “casual”. “oh…uh huh.” miguel would mockingly nod.

and then you manage to get out of hobie’s grasp, beginning to head to the exit. “all this ‘sarcasm’ is making me feel a tad suffocated.” you’d mutter eyeing them both.

but before you could completely leave to take a break and possibly eat, you swiftly reach up, placing a small kiss onto miguel’s cheek. then even more swiftly—rush out of the tech room.

you’re still not amazing with showing too much PDA.

miguel watches you go, his lips itching with amusement. and hobie just eyes him, soon turning narrow. “I told ya not to do tha’ in front o’ me…”

miguel’s half smile drops, looking back to Hobie. then Hobie’s stepping closer, swinging his guitar strap over his body. “don’ fuck it up.” he partially whispered, with raised brows.

miguel tilted his head. “do you really think i would?” there’s a finality in Miguel’s tone that makes Hobie realise his true intentions. leaning slightly back, Hobie nods once.

“then you’re not gonna die if you don’ see each other every 5 seconds.” Hobie’s tone is back to normal, beginning to head to the exit. “so lemme have ma time…”

miguel licks his fang, slowly shaking his head—basically saying ‘no’. hobie throws his hands up in the air. “impossible.”

[captainsophiestark]

The Hard Call

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Requeted by Anon! Nonnie, thank you for enabling me to write about Az and Flynn, I absolutely love you for it ❤️ Feel free to drop by any time you want to talk anything SJM-related! Hope you like this, and good news, I have a Flynn fic coming in the next couple days too!

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Summary: Azriel made the hard call when he had to, but he's feeling pretty guilty about it.

Word Count: 1,610

Category: Angst, Fluff

WARNING: House of Flame and Shadow spoilers below the cut!

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I swore under my breath as Nesta jammed Ataraxia into the back of the Daglan, the Asteri, whatever it was called. Black blood spurted out of its mouth, but a moment later, the thing—Vesperus—pushed back against the tip of the blade and removed it from her chest. It shouldn't have been possible for something to survive a direct hit like that from Nesta and that sword, but a lot of things from the past few days shouldn't have been possible.

When a fae female had landed in a heap on the River House lawn in front of my mate, I knew we were in for some strange new challenges. But never in a million years could I have predicted the journey she'd led us on through tunnels apparently running all under the Night Court, straight into the heart of the Prison. And now we were facing down one of the most dangerous creatures in the universe, just me, Az, and Nesta, with the female Bryce as an unreliable additional ally.

I tightened my grip on my sword and tried to calm my racing heart as I stood shoulder to shoulder with Azriel. We'd gotten through countless life and death situations together before, but for the first time in a long time, I wasn't sure we'd be able to get out of this one.

Vesperus gave Nesta a horrifying smile as the wound in her chest quickly healed. I glanced to Az, but he kept his eyes locked on the monster before us.

"Ataraxia didn't work," Nesta breathed. "The Trove-"

"Do not summon the Trove," barked my mate. Based on what we knew about this thing before us, I immediately agreed. "Don't bring it near her."

"But-"

"Not even for our lives," he snarled, leaving no room for argument. The same harsh resolve solidified itself in my mind, and I braced myself for the possibility of a last stand. At least if we went down, it would be fighting side by side with my mate.

A flicker of shadows floating softly over my shoulders was the only indication that my mate felt the same. The Daglan grinned, and I got ready to pounce.

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Hours later, I sat slumped in my favorite chair in the Velaris townhouse, trying to recover from everything that had happened under the prison. We'd managed to kill the Daglan-Asteri, despite Bryce trying to question it, no matter the risk to our world. But she had gotten away in an impressive display of power, which meant her world's Asteri might have a chance at using her to find us.

Needless to say, when Az, Nesta, and I had made it out of the Prison, we'd had a lot to debrief about with the rest of the Inner Circle.

Nobody was happy about the situation we now found ourselves in, but for the time being, there was also nothing we could do about it. So once we made a basic plan to try to gather information and prepare in case something from that other world came back, we all split off for our separate tasks. Az still had a few things to go over with Rhys, but I was free for the time being, so I'd come to my favorite cozy spot in Velaris to try to come down from the insane adrenaline that had been pumping since Bryce got here.

One perk of Rhys and Feyre building the River House and Nesta keeping Cassian at the House of Wind more often was that the townhouse, my personal favorite location, was often free for Az and I to use as our own. I closed my eyes in my favorite armchair by the fire, still in my fighting leathers, and focused on taking deep breaths to try to get the tension out of my shoulders.

I'd actually almost managed to drift off to sleep when I heard the front door open and shut heavily. I didn't need to look to know Az had just arrived, so with a deep sigh to drag me back from the edge of sleep, I raised my head and turned to look at my mate.

"Everything figured out with Rhys?" I asked. He nodded once, moving into the room with a face like stone. I frowned, sitting up and paying a little better attention as he took a seat on the couch, his gorgeous hazel eyes never leaving mine. "What's wrong?"

A muscle in Az's jaw ticked, and I knew he was mustering a response to my words. Despite his reputation as the unreadable spymaster, all our time together as friends and then as mates had given me a leg up on everyone else who tried to read his expressions.

I stood from my seat in the armchair and moved to sit before Az on the couch instead, taking his hands in mine. His eyes searched my face, and I let a small smile work its way through the exhaustion, trying to put him at ease. He could take however long he needed to, and I'd be ready to listen when he wanted to talk.

"I'm... sorry."

I raised an eyebrow. "For what, exactly?"

That muscle in his jaw was working over time, the rest of his face the same inscrutable mask he'd worked so hard to perfect.

"For what happened in the Prison. For... being willing to let you die down there, rather than risk Nesta summoning the Trove. You deserve a better mate than that."

My jaw dropped, shock preventing me from responding for a few small moments. Az just kept staring at me, and even though his face didn't show it, I could feel the guilt eating him up at his core.

"Az, you have nothing to apologize for!" I finally managed. One of his eyebrows quirked up and he frowned, expressing doubt at my words without speaking one of his own. I huffed and squeezed his hands tighter.

"Listen to me, Azriel. The reason you are my mate is because you made that decision in the Prison. We both know that letting something like that into the world with a weapon like the Mask is an unacceptable option, as long as there is anything in this world we can do to prevent it. If the Daglan or the Asteri or whatever she was had gotten her hands on the mask, it probably would've cost the lives of everyone we've ever cared about, and the rest of this world along with it. Nothing is worth allowing that to happen."

Az ground his jaw, his gaze softening and his eyebrows furrowing as he continued to scan my face.

"Are you... sure? Cassian and Rhys... I think they'd tear the world to shreds for their mates."

I just shrugged. "For what? If the world is gone, if the cost of that choice is absolutely everything else, then what's the point of saving each other in the first place? We'd have nothing left, other than the blood of the world on our hands."

Az grunted, and I shifted closer to him, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek.

"Az. I love you, so much, and a part of that love is because you're not so selfish as to risk throwing the world away for me. Especially since, more likely than not, we'd be dead anyway not long after she got that mask. Neither of us is selfish enough to make a call like that, and I love that about us. The only thing that matters is that we stand together as long as we can, and I knew damn well in the cave that if either of us was going down, we were going down side by side, fighting to our last breath. Obviously I'm happy we both made it out of there, and I'm not saying we shouldn't fight for each other, but that call you made today? I'd be pissed if you'd made a different one."

Az studied me for another second, and I let him see every truth and emotion written in my face. Finally, he sighed, the tension going out of his shoulders as he reached out and pulled me closer to him, arms around my waist. I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my hands in his hair. We'd almost died today, and I wasn't about to take the fact that we were both still here together for granted.

"Have I mentioned lately how happy I am to have you as my mate?" Az asked, his voice a little gravelly as he leaned in closer to me. I smiled, leaning forward and letting my lips ghost over his own.

"Yeah, actually, you have. But I'll never complain about hearing it again."

Az smirked, then gently closed the last of that distance between us, his lips brushing softly against mine. I leaned into the kiss, eager for more contact, and I could feel Az's smirk widening right before I deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me as tight to his body as possible, and I tangled my hands in his hair, letting myself get swept up in him.

I'd meant every word I'd said to my mate, about the choice he'd made and how I felt about it. But I was also incredibly happy it hadn't come down to the cost of our lives, and that we'd made it out of there together. And now that Official Night Court Business had been taken care of, I intended to fully celebrate and appreciate Azriel, and the fact that we were still here together. And I knew he intended to do the same.

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Hi, I hope you're having a good day! ^-^

Can I request Arlecchino x Fem!Reader? Maybe suggestive fluff where she gets possessive and does marking/biting on reader?

Note: Thank you! I hope you're having a good day too! I'm sorry I took a while with this! 😭 I hope you like it!

The Knave was not an easily troubled woman. If she can weather foes, her workload as a Harbinger, the rowdy orphans under her care, and her own irksome colleagues, then something like a few unworthy eyes gazing upon you was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

From her room at Hotel Debord, she looked out her window and saw you. You were so cute with the way you were indulging in your pastime of observing some clockwork meka on this hot sunny day, smiling as they delicately served you macarons that had been provided by the President of Spina Di Rosula.

Speaking of the president, she sure had an eye for fashion, didn't she? Thanks to her, you were adorned in a frilly corset top and a skirt that barely came above your knees. You were nothing but sweet smiles and giggles as Navia posed with you—standing a bit too close to you for Arlecchino's liking, but she deemed her to be harmless—while one of her bodyguards took a picture of you both.

Yes, you were indeed a lovely sight. And it seemed that numerous onlookers thought so as well. Those at the nearby cafe drank you in along with their coffee and people who were in the process of making wishes at the fountain paid no mind to the coins that were carelessly slipping from their fingers as they leered at you. Arlecchino followed the direction of their gazes—only a few of them for the sake of her mood—and realized they were paying close attention to the swell of your chest that your top accentuated and generous sight of your luscious thighs that came into view as you walked to share treats with Spina Di Rosula's president. You certainly were a feast for the eyes.

But a feast that only her eyes were worthy of devouring.

Later that evening, you went to her hotel room to visit her. Being seen visiting a Harbinger at night might cause some whispers, but your beloved was set to leave Fontaine first thing in the morning, so you just had to get as much time with her in as possible.

The second you went through the door, a familiar set of blackened arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"Darling, welcome." The Knave wasted no time. She was quick to lock the door behind you before returning her attention to you and peppering your neck with kisses. "You enjoyed yourself today, no?" She toyed with the frills of your top, twirling them around her finger until it was pressed against where your nipple was. "I simply adore your new outfit."

"O-Oh, yes..." You couldn't help but stutter when she got touchy like this. "Miss Navia has been very kind to me."

Arlecchino hummed thoughtfully. "Perhaps a little too kind." She gave your top a little tug. "It's a lovely outfit she put you in, but it's much too enchanting. Something like this," she tugged harder, exposing one of your breasts and cupping it in her hand, prompting a small squeak from you, "should be illegal to be seen by eyes other than my own." Marveling in the flustered state she put you in, she slowly dragged her tongue along your neck, before biting down. "In Fontaine's land of ludicrous laws, that shouldn't be out of place, right?" The following morning, Arlecchino had already left Hotel Debord and you were left alone in bed with the sheets wrapped around your naked body in lieu of her loving arms.

But it wasn't as if she had left you without any... "mementos".

When you woke up, the first thing you did was head to the bathroom. And there you saw them and were reminded of the Knave's seldom seen mischievous side.

Where kisses once graced your neck lay a trail of bite marks with the Knave's favorite shade of lipstick, going from your neck, your collarbone, and even to your breasts.

Of course, the thighs that Arlecchino always gave her affection to were not missed. Not a single place on your thighs was left without a bite mark with special attention having been given to your inner thighs. On her way back to Snezhnaya, Arlecchino received word from one of her informants in Fontaine that her lover was quite flustered and indignant to the point of angrily shouting her name.

All Arlecchino could do was chuckle and look forward to the next time she would mark her territory.

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You don't know me 6

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pairing: y/n and Chris sturniolo

summary: you and Chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship, mentions of self-harm marks

chris pov

I turned onto the street that Nate lived on and saw him sitting on his front porch, reluctantly. I sighed as I pulled up and his eyes met my car. He looked down at his feet as he walked to my car and attempting to shield his head from the rain falling from the sky. He opened the passenger side door and didn't say anything as he slid into the seat.

I pull away, still in silence before I couldn't take it anymore. "You're still mad aren't you?" I asked him after a few minutes of silence. He huffed and looked out the window. I glanced over at him. I shook my head. "I'm coming to your game, you know I was always gonna go" I said glancing from him to the road.

"You only want to go because pinky pie is going" Nate stated harshly. These nicknames he's got going for Y/n are getting more creative by the day. I let out a laugh. "You're my best friend Nate, I'm coming for you" I said looking at him. He looked over at me. "You mean that?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"You're lucky I picked your ass up this morning, causing a scene in the middle of the parking lot yesterday. I should kick your ass" I said looking at him. He smiled and shook his head. "I really didn't think you were going to show up" He laughed lightly. I shook my head.

At least Nate's not mad at me anymore, checked that one off on the list. Feels like the list keeps adding on to itself. Ever since Y/n came over yesterday. Ambushed me in my own home, drinking lemonade with my Grandpa. It was kinda of cute, but I would never admitted it out loud.

I wanted to think about how I admired her ambitious for quite literally showing up at my house, or the fact that the skirt she was wearing was so short I had to keep myself from glancing down every time she stood up, but I couldn't. Not after seeing those marks on her wrist. They were faint, like they were from a long time ago, and there were only two of them.

Still, it made me want to question her. It's a nagging feeling that I couldn't shake even after she had left, but I knew she didn't want me to ask from the way she pulled away so quickly and looked ashamed. So I didn't push it, just like she didn't push me on my past. We all have demons. We all handle them differently.

The hockey game was tomorrow. I was dreading it--sort of. I was dreading the three hour drive in gas money, but I wasn't regretting being able to see and possibly talk to Y/n. I don't know for sure if she's coming, but it at least gets me through my day. After all Nate did really want me to be there.

We pulled up to school a few minutes later. The day was long, boring, uneventful. Like every other day in high school that was until I finally saw her in the hallway. She was wearing Levi shorts, not the distressed old look, but the newer ones with a lighter wash that fit her just right. Like it was illegal to be looking at her while she wore them.

Her top hung low. It was a cut t-shirt that had hole in it, for design, and showed her stomach slightly and her bra strap. I scaled her body, I shouldn't be looking at her like this. It wasn't right. I almost turned away when I saw Max approach her. He smiled down at her and pulled her against him by her belt loops. She smiled up at him, pecking his lips. I breathed in, suppressing my anger. That could have been me last night, if I didn't have morals.

Why does she like him? Why is he so special? Is there something so amazing about him that I'm not seeing?

I shook my head turning and walking the other direction. What was I thinking? Friends? I can't be her friend. I cannot be her friend. I don't look at at Nate the way I look at her. The way I think about her. Something about her presence overwhelmed me and I wish I wouldn't. I wish I could just dismiss her from my mind. Group her in with the rest of them and move on, but I couldn't. I didn't know why.

I haven't even looked at any girls here. They were the last thing on my mind. Until she kissed me al least. I closed my eyes, I have to stop. I turned into the boys bathroom, looking at myself In the mirror.

I felt guilty almost. For feeling the way I did. Not because she had a boyfriend, or anything about her relationship, but because I liked her. It made me sick to my stomach in guilt. I turned my arm around in my mirror and looked at the rose on my bicep.

"Fuck" I cursed myself. I couldn't like her. I just couldn't.

I didn't really feel like going to class. I sighed. I should probably go to class. I turned and looked in the mirror, straightening out my hair. I actually put some products in it today to make it looks less shitty. Nate gave me shit for it this morning, but ended up agreeing that it looked better than before.

I turned and walked out of the bathroom, but right as I did I ran into someone hard. Everything they were holding went flying, including the coffee they were holding. Spilling all over the floor next to us, alongside their books.

"Fuck"

"Shit"

I reached out and steadied them as they tumbled over. The girl looked up at me. I almost smiled when I realized it was Y/n, but then I noticed her face. Her cheeks were flushed and stained with tears lines and her eyes were burned red. She was crying. I felt my heart drop. I let go over her arms and I looked at her.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's the matter?" I asked trying to look at her but she looked down at her feet. She was sporadically breathing, like she couldn't catch her breath. "I-I-" She tried to say, but she was shaking her head. The final bell rang above us, indicating we were late for class. She looked up. "Fuck" She cried. I reached down picking up her books and then handing them to her.

She took them out of my hands, trying to catch her breath.

"Here, follow me" I said looking around before grabbing her arm and leading her out to an exit. She followed behind me as I opened the door to the outside. She threw her books to the ground and walked over to the wall, placing her hands on her head as the door closed. "Fuck" She said again, looking up towards the sky. I stood from a distance for a second before I walked over to her.

"Hey, talk to me. What happened?" I asked looking at her. She was fine three minutes ago, laughing in the hallway. What could have possibly happened? I looked at her trying to get a read on her face, but she kept turning away from me. She hid her face in her hands.

She wiped under her eyes and attempted to take a deep breath, but she start to cry again into her hands. I reached forward grabbing her arm and pulling her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her as she cried. I didn't know why she was crying, but I knew it probably wasn't good.

She sighed and dropped her hands and leaned her head on my chest. I put my hand on her head, rubbing her hair. She groaned and sighed. I leaned her back from me. She stopped crying but she looked up at me sadly. I reached down and wiped the tears under eyes with my thumb, without thinking. My hand froze on her face and I quickly retracted it.

"Sorry" I whispered. She smiled and looked down. I smiled from her smile. She sighed before walking over the side of the wall and sliding down it until she sat against it. I frowned and walked over to her sitting down next to her. She just looked forward out onto the parking lot.

"What'd he do?" I asked looking at her. Assuming that her dickhead of a boyfriend did something. She smiled and looked at me and shook her head. "I didn't say it was about Max" She whispered, pulling her legs up against her chest. I looked at her, pursing my lips.

She just looked back at me. It killed me to see her like this. To see her upset. Even though one of my favorite activities is to get under her skin. I never wanted to see her cry. She looked down at her feet.

"I'm suppose to go to dinner with Max's entire family tonight" She breathed looking down at her feet as she spoke, but my eyes were locked on her. My heart was beating out my chest as I looked at her. She took a deep breath.

"He asked me who let me walk out of the house looking like this" She said looking down still. "That I was dressed like a hooker. That I was a Labraut and I better start acting like one" She said shaking her head. I felt anger start to rise up in me. My jaw clenched.

"He said that he couldn't be seen with me, not while I was wearing this. That he had a status to uphold" She said starting to cry again and rolled her eyes. "He said he didn't want people to think that he allowed me to dress this way and that if I showed up tonight wearing something like this it would embarrass him in front of his whole family and I should just not come at all" She said her lip quivering and leaning her against the wall.

Wow I could kill him. No, I'm going to kill.

I looked forward clenching my jaw. Feeling my hands start to clench up into a fist. I let out a breath, before starting to stand up. She reached up grabbing my arm. I looked down at her. Tears started streaming down her face.

"No, please. Don't" She said looking at me. Like she knew what I was going to do before I said anything. I sighed looking at the door and then at her. She shook her head.

I don't think beating up her boyfriend would do her any good. She probably needs me more here right now than hunting Hastings down in the school. I sighed and sat back down next to her. I grabbed my bag that was near us and reached into it grabbing some napkins I put in there earlier and handing them to her. She took them.

"Thanks" She sighed wiping her face with it. She looked at me. "Why do you have napkins in your bag?" She asked looking at me. I smiled and shrugged. "Just incase you forget my address and needed it again" I said looking at her. She smiled and me and then at the napkin, before leaning back against the wall.

"Why are you with him?" I asked suddenly. My mouth just saying what it wanted. She sniffed, wiping her nose. "I love him" She said quietly. My eyebrows furrowed. "No, you don't" I said looking at her. She looked at me. "Yes, I do" She said back angrily.

"Y/n, look at you. You can't love someone who treats you like this" I said looking at her. Her jaw tightened. She slapped the napkins down before standing up. I watched her as she grabbed her bag. "Thanks for the napkins, asshole" She mumbled starting to walk away. I hated watching her walk away.

I sighed quickly standing up. "Y/n wait" I said walking towards her. She stopped and looked at me. "I didn't mean to make you upset" I sighed. She bit her lip and looked down. "I just don't like seeing you like this" I said looking at her. She sighed, wiping her eyes again.

"I've got to get to class" She whispered leaning down and picking up her books. I leaned down to help her, handing her down the last one. She smiled and took it. I reached into my pocket taking out a pack of cigarettes. She looked down at my hand before reaching down and taking them out of my hand. I looked up at her before she threw them in her bag.

"Hey" I said glaring at her. "Stop smoking these, they are bad for you" She smiled slightly. I bit my lip and shook my head before she opened the door disappearing into the hallway. I sighed and leaned back against the wall outside.

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Y/n pov

"Are you done?" I finally snapped. Max looked down at me shocked as we walked to his car. I know I shouldn't have said it, but God if I had to listen to him say one more thing I was going to do a lot worse than just snap at him. He scoffed and shook his head.

"It's just-i've never seen you wear anything like this before. The shorts are ridiculous" He said. My jaw clenched. His words earlier upset me yes, but now he was just pissing me off. I bit my tongue as we approached his car. He popped the trunk to his car as I started to walk to the passenger seat.

"What the fuck?" He yelled causing me to stop and turn around. He looked pissed. He moved stuff around in his trunk before slamming his bag down I jumped from the movement and looked at him.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I just put those extra pucks in my car. Where the hell are they?" He yelled looking at me. I bit back a smile as I looked past Max and saw Chris leaning up against his car, with a devilish smile plastered on his face. I shook my head and smiled at him. He just smirked before opening his car door. Of course, Chris.

"Coach asked me to pick them up before the game tomorrow, he's going to kill me" He groaned placing his hands on his forehead. I put my hand on my face, acting like I was rubbing my face but in reality was hiding a smile. I leaned on Max and laced our arms together.

"It's okay babe, the games not until tomorrow. You still have time" I said. He shook me off him and then slammed his trunk shut before walking over to the drivers side door, mumbling to himself. I rolled my eyes. He's so dramatic. I walked over and got into his car.

An un harmful revenge. Well played Chris.

We drove a little bit down the road before Max finally calmed down enough before speaking again. "What time do I need to pick you up tonight?" He asked as he stared off towards the road. I crossed my arms over my chest. "Don't worry about it, I'm not coming" I breathed, not looking at him. His head snapped towards me, but I didn't look at him.

"What are you talking about Y/n? You are coming" He said almost as a command. I scoffed. Normally I would never say anything like this to him, but recently I've felt the need to stand up fro myself. If I want things to get better for Max and I, I had to stop letting him push me around. Because I care about this relationship, I'm changing it.

"No I'm not, you told me you didn't want me to come, so I'm not coming. Plain and simple" I stated looking at him. His jaw clenched. I probably shouldn't have decided to start standing up fro myself on a day like today, when he was this angry, but my mouth couldn't catch up.

"I said I didn't want you to come if you showed up wearing that, I assumed you would change before tonight" He said harshly. I shrugged, looking out of the window.

"What the hell is up with you lately? Why are you acting like this all of the sudden?" He questioned me. I looked over at him, starting to get angry myself. "Maybe I'm tired of you pushing me around Max. This relationship goes two ways, I'm tired of you treating me like someone who just stands beside you to make you look better." I spat at him. I was. It was true. He rolled his eyes.

"You're acting like a child" He said. I shook my head. Maybe I was acting like a child, but he was the one treating me like one. Better to just play the damn part. Chris didn't treat me like a child. He treated me like an actual person with feelings and ideas. I stared back out of the window, just wanting to be home.

There was this long windy road that we had to take in order to get to my house, there was normally never anyone on them. I watched as we passed the trees lining the road. The tress started to move faster. My eyebrows furrowed. And faster. I looked over at Max but his face was hard and he was looking straight forwards. I looked up as I realized just how fast we were actually going.

"Max" I stated as I looked back at him. There was a turn coming up that he would never be able to make if he was going this fast. He didn't respond. I swallowed. I heard as he pressed on the gas harder and the engine revved louder in response. I grabbed his arm.

"Max stop!" I yelled as I held onto his arm. No response. The turn was getting closer and my heart was beating out of my chest as I looked over at the speedometer going up by the second. I felt tears start to brim at my eyes as the trees were passing us so fast you couldn't even make them out anymore.

"Max stop please! I'll go, I'll go! I'll change! Just please slow down!" I cried loudly. Suddenly his foot let off the gas and he slowed down enough to be able to make out the trees again and enough to make the turn at the end of the street.

I let go of his arm and fell back into my chair. I crossed my arms and looked out the window and wiped a tear that fell down my cheek. My breathy was unsteady as I grabbed the seatbelt waiting until I arrived home, but even then my heart was still beating.

I closed my eyes and thought of Chris. I thought of how calm he made me. How I felt safe with him. How he would never make me feel this way.

A few minutes later we arrived at my house. I opened the door and grabbed my bag. "I'll pick you up at 6" He said. I just looked at him before stepping out and slamming the door to his car. I shook my head as I walked up to my house.

I can't believe he put me in a position like that. He's never scared me like that before. I walked up the steps to my house, successfully escaping my parents. I laid down on my bed, finally being able to return my heartbeat to normal. The one time I try to stand up for myself. I guess my mother was right.

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The dinner was boring. I was bored at least. I didn't want to be there at all. I wore a dress that went down past my knees and had a high neck line. Max was pleased at my choice of outfit. His mother complimented me as well. I didn't eat much, just stabbed the piece of chicken with my fork over and over, sometimes pretending it was Max's face.

"Y/n" Max stated beside me. I looked up at him. "My mother asked you a question" He said looking at me. I looked from him to his mother that was across from us. She was fancy to say the least. It was a Friday night on a random weekend in October and she set up the table and dressed like the queen was coming. I've never seen a dish or a hair out of line in the sight of Anne Hastings in my life.

There was never a linen out of place, or dust whatsoever on any of the counters. Their house was always in impeccable shape, much like mine. She was just as a clean freak just as my mother.

So when I came here I felt like it was my house all over again, but this time I had someone to try and impress. Someone to walk on egg shells with, Max's parents. At least at my house my parents don't give a shit what I'm doing as long as I don't make myself known, but here it's different. It's dare I say, worse than my own house.

His parents always loved me. Though, I never knew if they loved me, or who I was. I try not to read into too much though. I'd like to believe they like me for the sweet girl that loves their only son, not the fact that if we get married my father might pass down the family business down to him, since I wasn't a boy to take it over myself.

"Are you excited about Max's regional tomorrow?" She asked smiling at me. She was only eating a salad of course. I thinks she's vegetarian, I've never seen her eat meat. I don't know why she cooks it then. I have a lot of questions about this women now that I'm realizing it. I've also noticed that her husband doesn't sit next to her at these dinners, he eats at the head of the table. I think that's weird, but my family doesn't even eat together so I guess that this at least a step.

"Yes, he hasn't shut up about it for a week now" I laughed lightly. She smiled. "You know Max, we really wish we could come, but your father has a business meeting in Atlanta he can't miss" Anne said to him. He nodded and looked down at his plate. "I know mom, you told me" He said looking up at her.

"Max, you know your mother would love to come. We can't swing it this weekend son, there's no need to be hostile" Henry, his father said from the head of the table. Max and his father bump head a lot. I can tell why. Both huge egos, like father like son. Yet, every time I brought it up he would act like I was disrespecting his father like he was the king of England or something. It was weird.

"I know Dad. I wasn't being hostile, I was responding" Max said with a clenched jaw towards his father. Silence fell over us and the only sounds that were heard were the sounds of the forks against the plates. I cleared my throat. I wondered if Max was still upset about earlier. I really hope he wasn't. I looked up at Max.

"Did you ever figure out what happened with those pucks?" I asked him. "What happened to the pucks?" His mother quickly said. "Is she talking about the ones Coach Smith asked you to pick up? You know that that's a huge honor for you as an underclassmen, he might make you captain for your senior year. You better not have messed something up" His father said looking at him and putting his fork down and looking at him.

Max pursed his lips and looked over at me, glaring hard. I looked down feeling my face go red in defeat as I looked at my lap. Yep, he was going to give it to me later for mentioning that.

"No, I didn't mess something up. It looked like someone messed with my trunk. I was just going to get some new ones tomorrow morning before we left" Max explained. I still didn't look up. I pushed my plate forwards, I wasn't hungry anymore.

"You can't just blame everyone else for your mistakes Max. If you want to be captain you're going to have to start being more responsible than that" His father shook his head as him. I swallowed. I reached over and laid my hand on his knee in comfort. He pushed my hand off of him. I looked up at him. Really fucked his one up didn't I?

His mother cleared her throat.

"Y/n" She said making me look up. "Have you started to look at formal dresses yet? The dance is in a month" She smiled at me. I forced a smile. Formal? How has that completely slipped my mind. I forgot that existed with everything going on in my mind these past few weeks. Sydney hasn't shut up about it.

"No, not yet. Schools been hectic" I lied as I shook my head. She nodded. "I would offer to take you shopping this weekend if we were flying out" She said looking at me. I shook my head. "My mom's been begging to take me for weeks, were suppose to go sometime next week" I lied right through my teeth. My mother could care less about formal. All she cared about were the pictures so she could hang a new picture of me and Max somewhere in the foyer. She nodded.

"You know, your father and I were named king and queen at our Formal" She smiled looking over at her husband. He smiled at her. I looked down at my plate. "Are you guys running?" She asked looking at us. I looked at Max, his eyes were glued to his plate.

"I don't know, we haven't decided yet. Cayden and Syd have been talking about running" I shrugged. Max looked up at me. "What are you talking about Y/n? Formal king and queen has been all you've been talking about since school started" Max said looking at me. He was right, I was obsessed about the idea of being named queen, but lately that's the absolute last thing on my mind. I could care less about a plastic tiara.

"Right" I breathed looking at him. "You guys have time to decide" His mother said. I nodded and looked down. The rest of the dinner was small talk that I wasn't interested in. His mother stopped asking me questions. A few minutes later, Max and I were in the kitchen cleaning up. He was washing the dishes and I was putting them away into the dishwasher.

"I'm going to Cayden's tonight" He said suddenly. I looked up at him. "Okay, Is Syd going to be there? Do you want me to come?" I asked quietly, still stepping on eggshells. He handed me the next dish. "Sydney's not coming. It's a boys night. I think Mitch and Cooper might come" Max said quietly. I nodded. Mitch, the guy from the party and another one of his friends.

"Are you guys drinking?" I asked looking at him. He looked at me. "I don't know? Maybe?" He said shaking his head. I swallowed. Eggshells.

"Are you guys planning to go anywhere? Or are you just staying at Cayden's?" I asked. He slammed the plate down into the sink. I just watched him. "God Y/n, I don't know? Why are you asking me a million questions?" he asked looking over at me.

I stepped back. "I just want to make sure you're safe Max" I stated back to him. he shook his head. "I'm a big boy Y/n, I've got it under control" He rolled his eyes. I nodded and leaned against the counter. I didn't know why he was mad at me, but he was. And I didn't know what to do to fix it.

Thankfully I didn't have to say anything else because his mother walked into the kitchen. We both looked up at her. "Hey Max, your father asked you to get the suits out of his car for tomorrow so he can pack them" She said looking up at him. He sighed before walking out of the room. It was just me and her in the kitchen now.

I wouldn't chose to be alone with Max's mother most times. I don't feel like we have a lot in common. The small talk was always painful, I hated small talk. She walked over to me. "Can I ask you something?" She asked quietly under her breath, almost a whisper. I looked at her and then nodded.

She turned and looked around before looking at me, with a worried expression. "Max. Is he good to you?" She asked. My heart dropped. Why is she asking me this? I would never expect her to ask me this question, much more I didn't know how to answer it. It caught me off guard and she could tell.

"I just-" She sighed. "I'm just worried sometimes that he's got his father's temper" She said looking at me. I just watched her. "There's a lot of great things about his father, but I wonder sometimes if Max only got the bad parts. I felt like something was off at dinner, I just-" She said looking at me. I just blinked at her. Like a deer in headlights. I shook my head.

"Max is good to me" I said to her. She just looked up at me. "He's loyal to me. He treats me well. I love your son" I said to her. She was staring at me as if she was questioning if she wanted to believe me or not, I was wondering that myself. Was I telling the truth? I loved him, I did. He was loyal, yes. But did he treat me well? Most times, sometimes.

She leaned up off the counter. "Okay, well thank you for telling me" She smiled lightly. "Don't tell Max what we talked about" She said looking at me. I nodded quickly. Max suddenly walked back into the room.

"There were no suits in Dad's car" Ashton said setting the keys on the counter. She looked over at him. "Right! I must have gotten them out this morning" She said looking at him. He rolled his eyes and sighed. My eyebrows furrowed.

She wanted to ask me that in private? That was weird. Did his own mother have to question whether or not his son was a good person?

Max walked up to me. "Come on, I'll drop you off on the way to Cayden's" He said as he passed me. I nodded and followed him before turning around and smiling at his mother. That whole interaction made me uncomfortable. Does she not even trust her own son? Should she in the first place.

About 15 minutes later, Max pulled into my driveway. He stopped the car and didn't say anything as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I looked over at him and he didn't look at me. "Are we okay?" I asked quietly. He looked over at me.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I've just been so stressed about this game, I really didn't need my dad on my back about it" he said leaning back against the seat. I bit my lip and nodded. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up" I apologized looking at him. He nodded. I swallowed and looked out of the window.

"Are you gonna kiss me?" I asked quietly. He always used to kiss me goodbye. He let out a breath. "Not tonight Y/n" He breathed. I looked down in my lap, my heart dropping. Why was he acting like this? "Max I'm sorry" I whispered again. Silence was in the car. 

"I know you are" He said finally. I looked up at him. "You always kiss me goodbye" I said quietly, almost inaudible. He just looked at me. "I'm late for Cayden's babe" He said placing his hands back on the steering wheel. I nodded and then reached for the door handle, pushing the door open. I shook my head as I got out of the car and then slammed the door shut. Not too aggressively though.

I crossed my arms over my chest as I walked up to my door, tears in my eyes. I walked up to my room and looked out of the window to find Max's car gone. I laid on my bed and pulled out my phone. I needed someone to talk to or I knew i'd just get more upset about whatever was going on with me and Max. The boys were having a boys night, maybe Sydney and I could have a girls night. I needed some distraction.

I pulled out my phone and texted Sydney. 

to: syd 💙                    8:42 pm

Hey, want to come over? We could watch that new thriller on Netflix you were talking about :)

I tapped my finger on my leg as I waited for her to respond. The three bubbles popped up after a few seconds indicating that she was typing.

from: syd 💙             8:43 pm

Hey! I'm over at Cayden's. Max said you had some family commitment you couldn't get out of or something? Did something change? Mitch and Cooper just got here.

I scoffed at the phone. Of course he did. That liar. This just made me feel worse. I wanted to throw my phone. Cuss Max out, but I knew I couldn't and I knew I shouldn't. It would just make the situation worse. Why couldn't he just tell me he didn't want me to come? That he needed space? Why did he have to lie to me and our friends?

I typed back a few minutes later.

to: syd 💙                 8:46 pm

Right. I forgot, my mom just came up here to remind me. Love you, have fun.

Sydney hearted the message a few moments later. I couldn't admit to her that Max had told me it would only be boys there, that would be humiliating. It would also start rapid question fire from Sydney asking what happened.

Great. All of my friends were out having fun without me on a Friday night and I was intentionally uninvited by my own boyfriend. This was ridiculous. Maybe we did need some space tonight.

I set my phone down and got up. Hell I wasn't just going to sit here and let him win. I looked out to my balcony. Thoughts raced through my head. I sat back down on my bed. No. Y/n no. You agreed that you would be friends. Not be locked in a room together, only see each other if necessary and be friendly. I sighed.

Maybe this was necessary, though. I've had a shit day, I needed a friend. Chris's a friend. We've established that. I stood back up. This wasn't wrong. This was a friend needing a friend to talk to, that was it. I convinced myself enough to where I was now climbing down my tree and walking down the street towards Chris's.

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[suzukiblu]

Day ten of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

The waitress comes over with another steaming mug of hot chocolate for Kon and Tim awkwardly orders not-Robin's-coffee-order, which since he's panicking he defaults to Caroline Hill's usual for. She's a med student, she drinks enough caffeine for his tastes. And also she likes extremely sugary drinks, which is definitely to his taste. 

Look, Robin can't drink an iced brown sugar oat milk espresso with six extra pumps of syrup and four extra shots of espresso, especially in front of the exact teammate who would tease him the most mercilessly for having a finicky drink order, but Caroline Hill can drink anything she wants, and Tim Drake is just gonna be channeling her for this conversation, he guesses. Her Twitter account already got him here to begin with, so he might as well.

“That is a concerning amount of caffeine in one drink, dude,” Kon observes with a raised eyebrow instead of teasing him over either the syrup or oat milk, which is not actually what Tim expected to hear. But, well, he's not Robin right now, so maybe Kon isn't feeling the same urge to start shit that he usually seems to. 

Tim's not sure how to feel about that. But Robin is, technically, an “authority” figure and a fellow superhero, and Tim Drake is just some guy, so . . . 

Actually, Tim doesn't really know how Kon gets along with civilian guys. He's seen him flirt up plenty of civilian girls, obviously, but he doesn't really seem to talk to all that many guys. Like . . . ever, actually. 

Weird, he thinks, repressing a frown. 

“How would you know, you're Kryptonian,” he says. 

“Half-Kryptonian,” Kon says, then waves a hand around the café. “And like, you know, also this entire planet is full of people who can just tell me these things. Five thousand milligrams is the minimum lethal dose of caffeine for a healthy adult, which is something like seventy-five shots of espresso, but more than four or five shots in a day is still not gonna be great for you, and you just ordered six.”

“. . . how the hell do you just know that off the top of your head?” Tim asks, blinking at him in absolute bewilderment, and Kon smirks in smug amusement.

“Dude, I was programmed by exhausted grad students pulling six months straight of all-nighters,” he says, pointing at his own temple. “I know every possible thing there is to know about every possible caffeine delivery system. Including the illegal ones and the ones the government hasn't yet realized should be illegal.” 

“Huh,” Tim says, still more than a little bewildered. That does make sense, he guesses, but since Kon's already told the team he has absolutely no useful background in any kind of science or math past the absolute kiddie-level basics when they were all exchanging information about all their personal training and experience, it's still a surprise to hear. Shouldn't Cadmus have prioritized an actual education over things like safe caffeine intake for baseline humans, especially since Kon's safe intake level is probably different from a baseline human's anyway? Which–well, he guesses Kon did get cracked out of his cloning tube early, but still. They at least should've been building up the basics for him. Like–more than the kiddie-level basics, he means. 

Cadmus is definitely not capable enough to be in charge of Kon. Like, at all. Ever. Tim has fewer and fewer regrets about this whole plan every minute, in fact. If anything, he should've started drafting it the day he met Rex Leech, never mind the fact that Kon hadn't technically existed yet at the time. Or after the Poison Ivy incident, maybe. At the least he should've done up an outline or two after he and Kon and Bart had helped Suzie escape recapture and then collectively lied to the government about it.

“You work for those guys, right?” he “asks” as Kon takes a sip of his new hot chocolate, because while the best time to start this whole plan was months ago, the second-best time to start it is now. “Project Cadmus?” 

"Yeah," Kon replies, looking a little surprised by the question. Tim reminds himself to con the team into brushing up on the superhero version of stranger danger, because Kon answered that question way too easily. "Well, just started to. I'm a field agent. How'd you know?” 

"I've done some research on you since we first met," Tim says, which isn't even a lie; just some careful phrasing. "I really appreciated what you did for me. And to be honest, I think we'd get along."

"Oh yeah? Tell me all about it," Kon says as his posture shifts a little and he flashes him the kind of smirk he normally reserves for, well . . . 

Huh, Tim thinks in vague bemusement.

Kon's flirting with him. 

. . . huh. 

Not actually the angle Tim was intending to take here, but . . . well, he's not above taking it. And anyway, Kon's just a flirt in general, so it's not like it means anything. 

Admittedly Tim hasn't actually seen him flirt with a guy before, but presumably Kon's just feeling out an opportunity to experiment or not ready to be out to the team yet. Tim's not, so he'd hardly blame him for that. Tim's not even out to Steph.

And he's definitely, definitely not out to Bruce. 

Well, ideally he'll be a supervillain before that becomes necessary, assuming his life goes to plan. 

Robin was always going to be a temporary gig, after all. 

"I don't know," he says, and lets the corners of his mouth curl up in amusement. "You just seem like my type of guy." 

"Your type of guy?" Kon says, his smirk widening as he leans in towards Tim, who decides to pretend that particular bit of flirtatious implication was actually intentional. Tim is . . . not all that great at flirting, admittedly, but it's not like Kon has particularly high standards past “didn't explicitly tell me to fuck off”, so Tim figures he'll be able to get by for long enough to have this conversation. 

Not much longer, but all the same. He has a plan to pitch, that's all that actually matters here. 

“Yeah,” he says. “And I wanted to thank you for saving me, so . . .” 

“You wanna thank me, Tim Drake?” Kon asks with a slower, wider smirk, leaning in a little more again, and Tim instantly turns bright red as he realizes how that actually sounded. 

Yeah, okay, he is actually the worst at flirting. Fuck. 

“Uh, yes!” he says quickly, very much needing to clarify that statement before his stupid fucking hormones try to talk him into maybe just . . . leaning into that particular miscommunication a little. Not the goal here. Definitely not. “I mean–being a field agent doesn't sound particularly lucrative? And I know being a superhero isn't.” 

“Lucrative?” Kon blinks, expression turning puzzled. “I mean, I guess not. I don't need that much money or anything, though, I just live at Cadmus these days.” 

“You live in a lab?” Tim says, letting himself sound as incredulously horrified as he felt the first time he heard that. “Why?” 

“I dunno, saves me a commute,” Kon replies with a shrug. “Also, like, it's not like I have a credit score to get my own place with. Or a legal identity. Or, you know, money. Landlords tend to want those.” 

“Hm,” Tim says. “Do you want one?” 

“Huh?” Kon wrinkles his nose in confusion. 

“Your own place,” Tim clarifies. “I really would like to thank you. I could help you get a place.” 

“Uh, thanks? But I still couldn't afford rent, even if somebody cosigned for me or whatever,” Kon says, looking puzzled. “I really don't make that much.”

“No, I mean I'd pay your rent,” Tim explains, which is in fact an insane person thing to offer somebody, admittedly, but it's not like Kon has all that reliable a grasp of normal social mores. “Or just buy you a place outright and pay your property taxes. Whichever you'd prefer.”

Kon blinks. Tilts his head. 

“So like, you're just a very extra dude, huh,” he says after a moment, his eyebrows slowly raising as he pushes his sunglasses up into his hair. “Like you're the guy who blows the budget on the friend group's Secret Santa out of the water every year.”

“Possibly,” Tim says, putting on a sheepish smile. Kon laughs and folds his arms on the table, looking amused. 

“You wanna buy me an apartment?” he asks. “What, just for saving your life?” 

“I really think you're undervaluing that particular achievement,” Tim says. 

“I think you're overvaluing it,” Kon replies with another laugh. “No offense, but I didn't do anything but block one lousy bullet.” 

“One lousy bullet is enough,” Tim says, and doesn't think of any bodies he's seen. Kon tilts his head again, then takes a sip of his hot chocolate. 

“Okay, fair,” he allows. “But I'm bulletproof.” 

“I'm not,” Tim says. 

“You were as long as I was touching the same floor as you,” Kon replies with a shrug, and takes another sip. “It wasn't like I did anything hard.” 

He hasn't actually said “no” to the apartment. Tim's pretty sure that's just because he thinks he's either ridiculous or just not being serious, but he's not above pressing the advantage anyway. 

“You didn't have to do anything at all, though,” he says. "And buying you a place wouldn't be all that hard for me either. Besides, you deserve a little gratitude for your efforts, don't you think?” 

"Sounds like supervillain talk, dude," Kon says, his mouth quirking in amusement around his next sip. Tim resolves to dial back on that at this point in his career. He's laying groundwork, yes, but subtlety is still the wiser course of action. 

"You say that like you've never socialized with a supervillain before," he counters dryly. 

"Well, usually ones who wear a bit less," Kon replies, lowering his mug to grin wickedly at him. Tim figures if a little more flirting might soften him up on this whole idea, well . . . 

It's not the most altruistic thing he's ever done for a plan, admittedly, but if it works, it works. 

"So you're telling me I should invest in a crop top before I try to take over the world and remake it in my own image?" he asks still more dryly as he raises an eyebrow at Kon with a little smirk, and Kon laughs and leans in a little closer again, giving him a not very subtle up-and-down with his eyes. 

"Only if you're trying to recruit me for your evil plans, pretty boy," he says, grin turning sharp. Tim feels vaguely faint, and also wants to lick the bastard's stupid perfect teeth. Jesus. "So I dunno, what are your feelings on Daisy Dukes?" 

"I'm going to be honest, I'm not actually that much of an exhibitionist so at this point we're just describing my ideal costume updates for you," Tim informs him. 

"Oh yeah?" Kon asks with another laugh even as he straightens back up to visibly preen at the suggestion. Tim is all for that, personally. Both the preening and the theoretical updates, in fact. And, a little more weirdly, just the idea of having anything whatsoever to do with what Kon might ever decide to wear. Especially whatever he might decide to wear for his costume. 

Yeah, that's probably a later thought, Tim decides. Like, a private-time kind of later thought. Specifically “behind locked doors in an empty house” private-time, actually.

"You're solar-powered, aren't you?" he says reasonably, because apparently he likes to suffer and also make himself low-key insane. "Showing a bit more skin can't hurt." 

"I wonder if Superman would buy that excuse," Kon says musingly. 

"Power Girl exists," Tim replies still more reasonably. "And Supergirl wears a miniskirt, last I checked." 

"Valid," Kon says, putting on a mock-thoughtful expression and tapping the side of his jaw. "Maybe I'll put in some cutouts and go for a lower neckline, tell the big guy he's making the rest of us look like prudes. What do you think, bikini or high-cut bottoms?"

"I don't know the difference," Tim lies, desperately trying not to overheat and die at that question and every single accompanying mental image that his useless brain has so helpfully decided to supply. "You'll have to provide examples."

"Will I now," Kon says, grinning all over again and pointedly striking a very suggestive pose in his seat. Tim valiantly struggles not to melt. "What, pretty boy, you want a fashion show?" 

"Well I did want to be a photographer when I was a kid," Tim says, although it was definitely never that kind of photography he had in mind. Kon laughs again and shifts in closer again, though, so it's worth it. Tim is mortified, but also undeniably into just . . . all of this, really, just everything about this conversation. Robin can't flirt with Superboy, but, well . . . Tim Drake still isn't Robin, now is he? 

He's probably taking advantage of the situation a little, Tim can admit to himself, but it's still just . . . nice. He's wanted to flirt with Kon for way too long, at this point. Indulging in a little bit of it isn't the worst thing he could do. 

And again, it's Kon, so it's not like it's serious or anything. The guy won't even remember this conversation tomorrow, much less anything about Tim Drake. 

. . . admittedly that'd be counterproductive to Tim's long-term goals here, but still. He's willing to take his time on this. There's a plan. It has steps. Layers. Processes. 

"I like you, man," Kon says with a wider grin, which is in absolutely no way whatsoever in the plan. "You're funny."

Tim stares blankly at him as it occurs to him, almost disbelievingly, that he might've . . . made a good impression on Kon? Somehow? 

Well, that's weird.

"I'll never get a fashion show out of you if I'm not at least funny," he says on autopilot, as someone who's been well-taught both when and how to press an advantage. Kon, yet again, grins at him, and gives him another much brighter laugh than usual. 

Actually, he kind of hasn't stopped grinning at him, has he. 

Huh. 

. . . huh. 

Tim really did not plan for this. This is just . . . not at all what the plan was. 

“Well, you definitely are funny,” Kon says, biting his lip around a warm little smile and ducking his head just enough to look at Tim from under his lashes, and Tim decides he can probably just amend the plan.

He's a Bat, isn't he? They know how to improvise when they have to.

[anamericangirl]

So your argument is that the person chose sex and thus chose the responsibility of a possible pregnancy…but what about rape??? You can get pregnant from that too, and it’s not a choice.

Less than 1% of abortions are due to rape so yeah in almost 100% of abortion cases the woman chose to have sex.

However, in cases of rape I still don't think getting an abortion is a good thing to do. You have to understand that the foundation of my pro-life position is that the unborn child is a living human being from the moment of conception. I hold a very firm view that killing children is a bad thing to do. I'm not ok with it under any circumstances. I am against killing children even if they were conceived through rape. If you wouldn't kill a three year old for being conceived through rape you shouldn't be ok with killing that same girl just because she's still in her mother's womb.

Killing a child is not ok. Period.

Rape is a very serious crime that needs to be dealt with but you don't deal with crime by killing an innocent child. We don't need to continue the cycle of violence. The baby is just as innocent as the mother. We don't even kill the rapist, but you want to give the death penalty to the baby?

No, the woman did not choose to have sex in this situation and she has been the victim of a brutal crime and she needs a lot of help and support. She needs counseling, medical care, emotional and even financial support. All of those things help rape victims more than abortion does.

Abortion doesn't help rape victims at all, honestly. It doesn't erase the trauma of rape and in many cases it just adds more. It's not safe for women and it doesn't become safe just because a woman was raped.

There is no benefit to a rape victim getting an abortion other than the emotional appeal.

But for the sake of argument, I'm ok with abortion being legal for rape victims if we can agree all other abortions should be illegal.

So is the rape victim really your concern here or are you just using them to argue for all abortions?

[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

DUI (of Love): Solo Sikoa

 "Fuck." You groan as you see the flashing blue and red lights behind you. You knew you shouldn't have been rushing to get home. Now, not only are you exhausted from a long day of work, but you also must deal with being pulled over and it didn't help that your tag was expired. You pray to the Heavens that you can get yourself out of this like many times before with your badge. Maybe you'd have healthcare worker privilege and he or she would have mercy on you. Stopping on the side of the dark highway, you park your car and wait for the officer to exit his vehicle. You go into your dashboard and pull your registration to have it readily available.

You soon watch as an officer in a dark uniform steps out of his police car and begins walking toward your car with a flashlight in hand. You roll your eyes, annoyed already. Once he approaches, he signals you to roll down your window and you do as told. You plaster a fake smile on your face trying to hide your aggravation with this man already. You were so damn ready to get home.

"Good evening officer."

"Good evening, ma'am, do you have any idea why I pulled you over?" He asks with his hands sitting along his belt next to his walkie-talkie.

Is this bitch serious? You were clearly speeding. Going 70 in a 60 and you're sure he already knew that or else he wouldn't have pulled you over. You fight the urge to roll your eyes for the umpteenth time. With a tight-lipped smile, you reply.

"Ummm, I have no idea, possibly because I was speeding. It's been a long day sir; I'm just trying to get home before this storm gets any worse." You say matter-of-factly.

"As a matter of fact, you were going 70, possibly 75 in a 60 ma'am. License and registration please." He says as if sensing your attitude. You hand him your items, which he somewhat snatched from your hand. "Hang tight ma'am." He says walking off to his vehicle.

"Asshole." You mumble.

It felt like an eternity later before he came back with your items and a notepad.

"Ma'am. After looking at your driving record, it appears this is your third time being pulled over. I wrote a speeding ticket, and this is a copy of that ticket and I need your signature on it. You are to pay the State of Florida's court cost of $500 and you have 30 days to pay-" You tried to remain calm, but with the hungry, angry, and exhausted mood you were in, you weren't having it.

"$500?!?! You can't just write me a warning? The road is empty, and a storm is coming. I'm merely just trying to make it home!"

"Thank God or else you could've wrecked and killed someone. Play with your own life, not somebody else." You gasp as you look him up and down like he's stupid.

"Boy nuh uh, who are you talking like that? You think just cause you got a lil badge you run these streets. I promise you without that lil badge you ain't shit just like the rest of these dirty ass, crooked cops."

"Ma'am, step out of the vehicle." He says stepping back.

"Oh my Gooooood!" You throw your seat belt off and step out of your car. "This has to be illegal." You say as you stand in your doctor's uniform.

"Ma'am hands against the vehicle please." You do as you're told, too tired to fight with this man.

You feel his presence behind you as he takes his large hands, which you're just now noticing are tatted up, and begins to search you. You try to fight off the sudden tingle that runs down your spine as he searches you. You look at his hands and don't see a ring on his finger; good.

"Spread your legs." Something about those words coming out of his mouth sounded erotic.

You turn your head and look over your shoulder at the officer. Now getting a good look at him, he was sexy as hell. You give him a once-over. You quickly take in his hefty, yet muscular appearance and his police uniform did no justice in hiding those big ass arms of his that were so gloriously covered in tattoos. Blonde hair peeked from under his police hat and his skin was a beautiful caramel-toned complexion.

"I said, spread your legs." He says, warm breath tickling your neck he was so close. You bite the corner of your lip as you slowly spread your legs.

His hands travel down from your arms to your breasts, to your belly, and finally down below your waist. "Stand still while I search you." You only nod. Usually, you would never do something like this with a stranger, but something in the pit of your stomach told you he was not like the others.

A moan almost slips your mouth as his hands find their way into your pants, slipping past your thong and going straight for the prize. He spreads you open with his fingers before rubbing agonizingly slow against your slippery walls. Gasping, your back automatically arches at the feel of his fingers thrusting in and out of you.

"Oh my Gooood." You moan throwing your head back.

"Mine." He groans in your ear, the words causing a shiver to run down your spine. If it felt good just having his fingers inside, you can't even begin to imagine what that dick feels like.

"Mmmm yes. Faster baby, please." You moan feeling weak in the knees as he increases his pace. You began to constrict around his fingers letting him know you were close.

"That's it baby." He praised, you couldn't see, but he had a big smirk plastered on his face. "Now cum for me." Your nails scrape against the top of your car just as he pulls his fingers away, allowing your juices to squirt everywhere. "Damn, good girl." He praises. If you weren't in such a state of euphoria, you'd be embarrassed by how your body was reacting to him already.

"Turn around baby." You stumble around to him. He presses up against you and you swear your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. He was big and long. "You're under arrest for driving under the influence and contempt of a police officer. This offense is punishable by law by means of rough sex. Anything you say, can and will be used against you if you consent." Hell yeah you were going to consent, it's ben a while since you've last been dicked down.

"Do as you please officer." You smirk as he takes out his handcuffs. You bite your lip in anticipation as he beckons you to the backseat of his car. Crawling inside, you watch with eagerness as he throws his hat to the side and begins unbuckling his belt. He's about to take off his vest when you stop him.

"Nuh uh, keep that on officer." You grin.

"As you wish."

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You're not sure how you got into this predicament, but you were a moaning mess with his head between your legs eating you out. His wet and warm muscle felt so good against your pussy and you were sure to cum for the third time soon. He holds your thighs down with strength because you already tried to run from him the first time, you had no choice but to take this sweet torture.

"Fuck baby it's too much!" You cry as you try to close your legs and he smacks your thigh as your last and final warning.

"I'm not gone tell you again, keep your legs open while I taste you." He says staring up at you intensely.

"Oh fuck!" You yell out as he sucks on your sensitive clit harshly, while his fingers worked on you again. You feel the all too familiar rush of fluids leaving your body as you squirt all over his tongue. "SHIT!" You're weak as he lets go of your legs that feel like jelly.

Through hooded lids, you watch as he pulls his boxers down, letting his hard dick free. Your pussy instantly throbs, yearning for him. Wanting him to be deep inside you.

"No more teasin baby I need you inside me."

"Say less mama. Turn around for me." You do as he says, placing your hands on the fogged up glass. He strokes his hard dick a few times, precum leaking at the tip. He slowly starts to slide into you, inch by inch. Your back arches immediately at his sweet invasion before he starts to pump in and out of you skillfully. Your eyes nearly roll back as he begins to speed up, fucking you from behind.

"J-Joseph oh shit!" You yell out in pleasure.

"Pussy feels so fuckin good baby, damn." He groans smacking your ass as he watches where you connect. Watching with pleasure as his dick thrusts in and out of you, your pussy soaking him. He loved the wet noises your pussy was making as he fucked you deep. "Damn baby, should've told me to bring a towel. You're wet as fuck. You're taking me so well baby." He groans.

"Y-You're so fuckin deep uhhh god!"

"You like how my dick beaten down your walls baby huh? Talk to me." He says smacking your ass. You can't help but fall limp under him.

"Yes daddy, yes! F-Faster puh-please!"

'S-Shit ugh, so fuckin tight. So good. Who made you this wet baby?" He grabs you by the back of your neck pounding into you mercilessly. He closes his eyes momentarily, taking in the feel of your warm, wet, pussy.

"Y-You did! Y-Youahh! Fuck meeee!"

"Say it again. Say my name."

"J-Joseph!"

"Say it again mami."

"JOSEPH! Fuck me harder!" He was battering your g-spot now, tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Surely you wouldn't be able to walk in the morning.

"Cum for me baby. Soak this dick." He urges and as if on command, you cum all over him, squirting on to his abdomen and leaking beneath him. But he didn't stop there, fucking you right through your orgasm.

"Baby, shit!" You reach behind weakly trying to stop his delicious assault on your sensitive pussy. But that only encouraged him to keep going.

"Look at you baby, all fucked out. Shit, I'm bout to cum." He gripped your hips as the sounds of your sex session filled the car.

"Yeah, you gonna cum for me. Cum inside me Joseph! Give me that fuckin cum!"

"You want my cum huh? Want this nut inside you baby?"

"Yeah give it to me you fuckin asshole. Give it to me." You moan

"Fuck you. Ughhhh fuuuuck." You feel him throbbing inside you.

"Yeah daddy, cum inside this pussy! Cum inside me."

"Take it baby, take it!" You soon fill his hot cum spilling deep inside your walls. "Fuck!" He falls to your side exhausted. You look over to him with a smirk.

"Is that how you're supposed to treat a routine traffic stop officer?" He looks at you with that same smirk.

"When it's my wife........yes."