#the people I’m jealous of do NOT get to touch my comfort universe XD

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi :) I... really wanna read a fanfic or two but I can't find one I vibe with xD So... do you know one that's not too long (around 100k words maybe), has hurt and comfort, smut (am I allowed to ask about that?? Ahhhh) and a happy ending? Top!lock would be a bonus but it's not necessary. And if it's a nice AU (like... any kind but no crossovers pls), it would be perfect! :D By the way, I found your blog only a few hours ago and I already feel really comfy and Idk, kinda at home here ^-^

Hi Nonny!!!

Welcome to my corner of the Tumblrsphere!!! I’m so happy you’ve found me, LOL, because I love all my followers and friends! <3

First of all, I think it’s super cute that “not too long” to you is “around 100K” LOL LOL LOL!!! <3 That said, I’d argue all my fic recs are fabulous, LOL. But again, I’m stupidly proud of the wonderful lists I’ve accumulated, because it satisfies my organization kink LOL. And yes, you’re ALWAYS allowed to ask for smut here LOL. 

ANYWAY, so I’m gonna use this ask as an excuse to post up a long-overdue part two to my 50 to 100K fic list! But first, here’s some past lists for the genres you’re looking for:

FIC MASTER PAGES: PG1 || PG 2 || PG 3

Toplock (Mar 2020)

Omegaverse

Please Check PG 3 for all my AU fic lists. There’s a lot :)

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 1: Under 5K Words 

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 2: 5K to 10K Words

Fandom Favourites / Popular Fics

I hope those will get you started! So now, here’s the main event!! Hope you enjoy them!

50 - 100 K WORDS Pt. 2 (Novel Length)

See also:

Fics Under 2000 w.

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 2

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 3

E-Rated Johnlock for Newcomers Pt 1 (Short Fics under 20K)

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)

Long S3/Post-S3 Fics (20K+ w.) [Apr 2020]

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Smut-Free Fics Over 50K (Aug 2019)

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of the SpaceBois go to Space series

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

One Little Change by jadztone (E, 58,312 w. || ASiB Divergence, Fake Relationship, Bed Sharing, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Bi John / Gay Demisexual Sherlock, Switchlock, Alternating POV, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Case Fic, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Love Making, Butt Plugs, Cuddles) – Our story begins right after John and Sherlock's first meeting with Irene Adler in September. It splits off into an AU that imagines them taking a case where they act as bait to hook a killer targeting closeted gays in secret relationships. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, many things happen that have our boys wondering if maybe they have a chance with each other. Then Irene fakes her death on Christmas Eve, and things get a lot more complicated - especially since they still have a killer to catch.

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w. || Notting Hilll AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant -- but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

The Burning by SrebrnaFH (M, 60,658 w. || Reverse Reichenbach, Suicide, Depression, Hurt Sherlock / John, Separation, BAMF John, Good Big Brother Mycroft, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Fake Character Death, Rescue Mission, Reconciliation / Reunion, Hospitalization, Marriage Proposal, Illnesses, Physical Therapy, Happily Ever After) – Something went very, very wrong. John had seemed, if not happy, then reasonably content with his life. Sherlock had never predicted something like THIS might have happened. Not in his worst nightmares. He was the lousiest friend ever, apparently. At least Mycroft found him something to occupy his mind with, so that he didn't have to go back to 221B and stare at the walls and the chair, where John Watson would never sit again.

This Thing All Things Devours by cypress_tree (E, 63,844 w., 15 Ch. || In Time AU || Science Fiction, Dystopian Universe, First Meetings, Action / Adventure, Romance) – In 2169, time is money—literally. Humans are genetically engineered to stop aging at 25, when the numbers on their arm start counting down from one year. When that time is up, they die. The only way to get more time is to earn it, borrow it, or steal it.John Watson lives day-to-day in the crowded slums of Zone 13. He never imagined living any differently—until he meets the practically-immortal Sherlock, and helps him on a case to track a local time-thief...

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU ||  Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (M, 72,684 w., 18 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-THoB, John Whump, Protective Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Suspense, Virus, Sickfic, Big Brother Mycroft) – They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril. They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear. Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods. Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

Summit Fever by J_Baillier (M, 78,802 w., 18 Ch. || Mountain Climber AU || POV John, Angst, Tragedy, Suicidal Ideation, The Himalayas, Mountain Guide / Doctor John, Mount Climber Sherlock, Loneliness, Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Injured Sherlock / Sherlock Whump, Pining John) – After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he's a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover's trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I—the most lethal of all the world's highest mountains—shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) –  A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater /  Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Sussex, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Background Case Fic) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w., 23 Ch. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) – Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school's Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 97,884 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #long fics #50 to 100k #Anonymous #fic rec wednesday #e-rated fics

[rk800hunter]

Dramatics (Connor X Reader)

Summary: Jealous/Protective Connor being jealous over reader's close friend

Pairing: Connor x Reader

A/N: This is just some stupid idea I had whilst in bed... XD Not the best that's been written but here are some fluff and drabbles... I just really like the idea of Conner being possessive~

Keys: [F/N] - Friend's name

[F/LN] - Friend's last name

Tagged: @captain-winter-wolf-aehs

You were dozing off at the small, quaint bookstore that you've worked at for most of your life. It was one of the last bookstores around Detroit that sold real paperback novels and encyclopedias for those who would like to reminisce about the old days. It was warm and slightly breezy as the wind blew gently. The skies were glossed with a soft orange glow as the late afternoon greeted the world. It was a slow day. So slow and warm that you ended up passing out with your head propped against the window as you sat by the counter, drooling slightly.

Your two close friends, Connor and Hank were off out of country on an investigation that week. It was one of those big missions that took months and they were almost close to solving it. They were forced to fly out as their suspect had led them out of country. You had begged to accompany them on their mission, wanting to tag along but of course, rules are rules, no badge no access. Connor had so graciously promised to find a souvenir from the suspect's residence, obviously receiving a light smack to the head and gruff tuning from his partner. You were asked to dogsit Sumo so ended up staying at Hank's place. You spent most of your nights with your laptop, your favorite snacks and drinks and the TV running in the background with Sumo carpeting your feet on the couch. You weren't even sure if he was allowed on the couch but eh...

"What your dad doesn't know won't hurt, right Sumo?"

You received a very happy "BOOF" and delightful tailwagging.

It was awfully lonely without the two. Usually after work, they'd drive up to pick you up to eat at the local diner and visit Jimmy's bar for a drink a two. Or in Hank's case, 5 drinks or 10. While Hank would be watching the games on TV, you and Connor would be chatting happily away about literally anything at all. You enjoyed talking and being with him. He made you comfortable and you felt that you could talk about anything with him. He would never judge you and would always do his best to make you smile. You couldn't help but feel warm fuzzy feelings whenever you were around him. It also made you question your sanity considering he was an android. However, you’d allow yourself to feel this way ever since the deviant development.

You've wondered if he was like this to everyone since he was an android that was "made to work harmoniously amongst humans." You probably weren't the only who felt a little something for the detective. A lot of people, particularly the ladies, often eyed you with a lot of salt.

Jingle.

A small jingle interrupted your afternoon nap as you quickly shook yourself awake for your customer.

“G’afternoon...uh...” you slurred, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Ma’am? Sir?”

The person walked to the counter and presented a whole bouquet of flowers. “Of course, [Y/N],” they said with a lighthearted chuckle. “Trust you to fall asleep at work!”

It was your long lost childhood best friend. [F/N] [FL/N]. You both met each other as toddlers, placed in the same sandbox. Up until middle school, you were pretty much inseparable. You gasped with delight, a grin inevitably crawling onto your face. “Oh my god, it’s been so long!” you exclaimed, shuffling around the counter and threw yourself onto them.

They laughed as they squeezed you into an airtight hug. “I know! I missed you so much! I have so much to talk to you about.”

You broke away from the hug, giddy with happiness. “Last time I heard from you, you said you got a scholarship! How did that go?”

"Oh absolutely amazing! I'm a professor now and giving seminars all over the top universities."

"Oh wow, that's great!" Feeling slightly insecure about your own quiet life, you quickly turned to the flowers that were on the counter. “Are these for me?”

They grabbed the bouquet off the counter and knelt down on one knee. You rolled your eyes and laughed. Of course, [F/N] was still the same drama queen that you knew from back then. You both had always loved to joke around with banter, dramatics and mischief.

“I have returned from the faraway lands to save thee from the clutches of this wretched land!” they jokingly serenaded. “Oh [Y/N], [Y/N], I’ve missed-

Jingle.

“ -thy beauty and love.”

As they finished their monologue, two familiar silhouettes stood awkwardly by the shop door. It was Hank and Connor back from their case, dressed in their usual attire. You couldn’t believe this day. 3 of your favourite people had returned into your life and you couldn’t be happier. Connor was beaming brightly at you. His mouth was open as if to call out to you but his smile immediately fell as his eyes flickered between you two.

You squealed, unable to hold yourself. Rushing up to them, you embraced them both. “You guys!”

Hank chuckled awkwardly, returning the hug with one hand. “Hey kiddo, I missed you too!”

Connor didn’t move much. Confused, you stepped back to ask him if he was okay. He was staring at your friend who was still kneeling on the floor. His brows were subtly furrowed as his LED flashed red. 

“Connor,” you gently called out to him, touching his arm. “Is everything okay?”

The android detective shook himself out of his thoughts. His eyes were cold and calculating but when he turned to you, it warmed and lightened a little. “Everything is alright, [Y/N],” he reassured with a nod. “I am glad to see you again. Who is your friend?”

You could’ve sworn he straightened up to make himself taller and took a protective step in front of you as he asked a little too politely.

You hesitantly looked at Hank in question who was giving Connor his “WTF are you doing?” look. This was very uncharacteristic of the detective android. Does he need a bit a maintenance? Does he have a screw that's a bit too tight?

“Uh, Connor, Hank, this is [F/N]," you swiftly tried to ease the tension in the room. "A close friend from a long time ago."

They got off the floor and offered a hand, smiling warmly. "A pleasure to meet you two, I've heard great things about the detectives that solved the deviant cases."

Hank offered pleasantries, obviously very flattered about being well known but on the otherhand, Connor did not respond so kindly. He merely studied them when they turned to greet him. They awkwardly cleared their throat, dropping their hand.

Connor tilted his head. "[F/N] [FL/N]. Renowned professor."

Oh no. You groaned inwardly. He's analyzed them.

"With an obvious drinking problem," he cockily pointed out.

"Holy shit, Connor," Hank exclaimed in surprise. "You can't just say that to someone."

[F/N] surprisingly laughed. "Oh no, it's okay. I know I had that problem but I'm improving. Rehab and all."

Connor's gears were grinding harder. His thirium pump was overworking as he felt his blood rush through his head. There was something wrong with this person and he didn't like it that you were so close to them. He looked at you expectantly, knowing that you were sensible and understanding of him.

You didn't notice that Connor was staring intensely at you as you laughed along with them. "Yeah, I'm so proud that you managed to get out of that."

Hank decided that it would be a great idea for everyone to go for dinner together, much to Connor's dismay. You suggested to order take away to eat at home since Sumo was also waiting to get fed. You noticed that through the whole trip to the take away restaurant, Connor would sneak glances at you through the rearview mirror, his LED forever yellow. If you caught him staring, he would continue driving as if nothing had happened. Something was up with your favorite android but you don't want to confirm it just yet. You continued to catch up with your long lost friend, not noticing with every sentence they said, Connor's knuckles whitened further from his tightening grip on the steering wheel.

At dinner, the Android detective felt a tinge of something heavy in his heart as he saw that you were genuinely happy with this person, chatting and laughing away with them. You did that with him. He thought he was special. His jaw tightened as he could feel a growl rise up his mechanical throat. They were definitely way too close to [Y/N]. He wanted more than nothing than to possessively rip you away from them. Hank was passed out, drunk on the couch while the three of you were still in the kitchen.

He activated his scanner and noticed that the person's heart rate was elevated as they spoke to you. Part of him didn't blame them. He felt the same whenever he was around you. There was something about you that made his system glitch in the most fluffiest way. Was that even possible? He felt the growl in his throat again as he saw them place a hand on your leg. What was going on with him? He was the most sophisticated machine ever made and yet an animal instinct was building up inside him. His thirium pump was protesting in his chest, definitely overworking than usual.

He had to get away to do a self diagnosis before something happened. Not even excusing himself, Connor quickly made his way to the bathroom. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a well made, toned body of pristine white. Putting himself into powersaving mode, he carefully pulled out his chest component. With wires still attached to the piece, he turned it gently on his hands, trying to scan it for any defects.

It had to be a machinary or system error for whatever he was feeling.

A soft knock sounded as the door handle turned.

"Connor?" you softly call out, timidly opening the door. "What's going on?"

Your breath hitched as you halted in your tracks. You just walked in on an android that's pretty much shirtless and holding his chest piece in his hand. Parts of his white Android skin were showing from the opening of the shirt. Feeling a blush rise up to your cheeks, you cleared your throat.

Connor beamed at you. "[Y/N], I was just running a self diagnosis. You don't need to be scared."

"N-no, I'm not scared," you stuttered as you tried to look anywhere else but him. "It's just... Well..."

Smirking, the Android detective replaced the piece in his chest and turned to face you. Oh great. Now there's a full view of an unbuttoned shirt Android, sauntering towards you. You instinctively stepped back into the corridor as Conner started to corner you. Your heart was definitely going to burst out of your chest if you didn't breathe or cool down.

You suddenly felt your back against the wall and Conner was closing the distant between you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he placed his arm above your head, raising the other to touch your cheek. Your legs were not going to support you any longer. What on earth was going on...? You have never seen him act like this before. With him towering you like this... You weren't sure how much of it you could take.

You felt the detective turn his head away, and followed his gaze. Wait. Was he looking at [F/N]? Sure enough, they were standing there awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do. Connor was glaring at them intently, his LED flashing red. He towered you like a lion towering his prey, claiming it away from other scavengers. It felt like time had stopped at that moment.

Close up, you saw Conner's mouth curl into a subtle snarl before he huffed softly through his nose and pushed himself away from the wall. Without a word, he turned back into the bathroom door, slamming it close behind him.

You were still standing against the wall, flushed and exhilarated. With wide eyes, you looked at the other bewildered spectator.

What the hell just happened...?

#connor #detroit become human #hank #dbh #markus #kara #detroit #detroit: bh #connor x reader #fanfic #android #reader #fanfiction #writing #protective

[askauradonprep]

Descendants Book Read Along - Isle of the Lost. Chapter 9

- Apparently all Evie’s clothes are blue, as she had to examine them for the party and her mom gave her a three hour makeover. Oh god.

- Evie’s mom is the reason Mal wasn’t invited to the party. Interesting...

- Apparently the Isle goes out of their way to discourage empathy. Of course they do. Look, Isle citizens, it’s one thing to be born without empathy. You can’t help that and it doesn’t necessarily make you a bad person. However, I know for a fact that they also discourage compassion and are discouraging empathy so you can get your kids to be awful to each other so I am seething.

- Apparently Evie does look up to Mother Gothel. Vindication tastes like skittles.

- Apparently Grimhilde has a grudge against Maleficent and that’s why Mal wasn’t invited. So, probably over influence on the Isle. Evie also wonders why her mom thought now was aafe to leave - Evie, there were no guards keeping you in there and people REGULARLY defy Maleficent. I don’t think anyone cares.

- Evie’s used to freaky things in the dark because of her mother’s taste in decor which involved skulls, hidden things with yellow eyes, etc. I am concerned. Also, I don’t know if I mentioned this in earlier chapters, but Evie regularly keeps secrets from her mom when she knows her mom would be mad.

- YUP the closet’s full of fur traps. Ones that can snap your leg in two. Evie tries to open the door but is locked in. 

- Evie starts slowly moving through the closet because there’s a door at the other end, accidentally snapping off a couple traps, one of which grazes her knee but the others she dodges. 

- She accidentally knocks one which starts setting the others off like dominos, forcing her to run. One almost gets her heel, another one her stocking. Geez, okay, fine, Mal does something genuinely evil, not just grade school bullying. It only took her almost a third of the way into the book. Yes, I’m still making fun of her for mostly being a punk. :P

- Evie gets through the door and walks right smack into a bunch of coats - skunk, sable, mink, ocelot, etc. She freaks for a bit, thinking its a bear, before she realizes it and tries to escape the tangled up furs she’s stuck in. Carlos pulls her out to the other side.

- Evie gets snarky when he asks if she’s okay! She says she is and asks if she won the game. Carlos says Mal’s going to be mad she’s alive. Well, too bad for Mal. 

- Carlos sleeps in a dressing room with a bunch of chore equipment on the other side of the fur traps. Eeeeeeek. Cruella, what in the WORLD is wrong with you? Evie even comments that she sleeps better than that and has a real bed! I’m gonna chalk the real bed stuff up to her being sheltered though. That’s not a Cruella thing, that’s a universal poverty thing. Jay doesn’t have a bed either (Although Carlos isn’t sleeping under heavy tv sets that can fall and crush him so...point, Cruella?)

- ‘relatively soft’ pillows. I see that, Evie. So yeah, Evie is also slightly better off than most on the Isle.

- Most houses aren’t insulated for winter. Hell Hall and Evie’s home, both of whom are slightly better off just by size, are not. HOW ARE PEOPLE ON THIS ISLE STILL *ALIVE*? 

- Also, when Evie mentions bright sides to Carlos’ room, she calls it cozy and says he’ll never catch a cold if he uses the furs as a blanket. Sick = sucky on the Isle. I do enjoy getting fuel for my head canons. <3 

- Carlos isn’t allowed to touch the furs. Of course not. Unless he’s washing or fluffing them I suppose. 

- *sigh* Yup. Grimhilde tried to challenge Maleficent’s ‘leadership’ on the Isle and that’s why she wouldn’t invite Mal, because she was jealous nobody followed her. This is ‘unheard’ of. I’m just going to copy paste my rant to @kidofhallowart: Nope, it's too late. It's a third of the way into the book, you can't establish this now. After showing us that there are TEENAGERS who regularly disrespect her. JAY STEALS FROM AND ASSAULTS HER GUARDS REGULARLY. EVIE JUST WALKED OUT THE DOOR. Okay, fine, maybe Grimhilde and Maleficent worked something out, but nobody else knows that. As far as they know Evie just walked out the door one day and flouted Maleficent's so called authority. And even if Maleficent doesn't care about her guards, OTHER PEOPLE will get the idea they can get away with scorning her. Also - even if Maleficent is the sole ruler, she should be REGULARLY fearing for her life and her daughter's life. WHY HASN'T HOOK OR GASTON OR CLAYTON OR SYKES JUST SHOT THEM?! SHE DOESN’T HAVE MAGIC. SHE CAN STILL DIE. tl;dr - Yeah, no, I’m refusing to believe it. You’ve already shown us people regularly disrespect her authority. You’ve already shown us her authority is basically just yelling at people and having lots of minions. Neither of those an undisputed ruler make. The movie’s also show us Mal has her own territory that isn't her mother’s, thereby establishing that yes, there is territory not belonging to Maleficent (and there’s probably others). I’m willing to believe she rules a good chunk, but not the whole Isle and not undisputed. I can believe a lot of people are afraid of her or would rather not cross her but that’s not the same thing as obeying a sovereign ruler. Evie believes it because she was imprisoned at six and Carlos is afraid of her. They can say it all they want, I’m STILL ignoring this. :P

- Evie goes to fix her makeup. Ow. 

- Carlos says Mal will get over it. Carlos, honey, Maleficent’s family gets over NOTHING. Evie says that too. She wants to go home and never come out. </3 Screw you, Mal. I love you but screw you in this instance. And Evie knows she won’t be allowed by mom to stay home forever. 

- Evie offers to give Carlos her old comforter and thinks that if she ever had a little brother, it wouldn’t be so bad to have a little brother like Carlos. She says it would be ‘tolerable’ but she so clearly thinks it'd be alright. Excuse me, I need to go cry and melt and cry more. She tries to take it back when he stares at her but STILL.

- Carlos accepts because nobody’s ever cared if he was warm or not. Owwwwwwwww. Not that Evie CARES of course - caring is against the rules of Dragon Hall and would turn a person into a laughing stock. Of course. They were just going to throw it out so may as well use Carlos’ home as their dumpster, right? Wink wink.

- Carlos asks if they were going to throw out a pillow too and accidentally admits he’s never owned one. He tries to cover it by saying he’s had many but they had to throw them out. Evie says they were going to throw out a pillow. She blushes and feels a warm, sunny feeling in her chest. The phrase ‘taken over’ sounds like its new to her. It’s called friendship, honey! </3

- Evie asks about his machine so he goes to show her his lab. Outside the party. Honey,  Carlos, maybe try to keep that in check? But he holds the door open for Evie which is SUPER CUTE. He lights a candle with a match to see in the weedy backyard. He assures her he doesn’t sacrifice toads which I find concerning about Isle science.

- Carlos has a tree house. So apparently there ARE tress on the Isle. I mean, like, its a Dark Forest which never means anything good. Carlos’ has mini turrets and a balcony to look over the forest. Carlos uses it as a lab so his mom won’t take the chemicals for makeup and hair products. There’s jars, vials and beakers full of neon coloured liquids and a tv with about fifteen different antennas stuck to it. Evie asks what one is and Carlos says he tried to use it to make a sponge when mixed with water (he took it from Chem Lab). He brought her here to see the machine to poke a hole in the barrier though, so lets see it.

- The box doesn’t work - it sputters and dies. Evie points out two wires are in the wrong place and a powerful electric burst knocks them against the wall and to the floor. It bursts through the roof and into the sky. Apparently Maleficent’s name is a swear word (at least to Carlos). They also say ‘Oh my goblins’ on the Isle because why not? 

- They head out to the balcony where sure enough, the light burns through the barrier so they see the night sky for the first time. There’s a lightning flash, a supersonic rumble goes through the Isle (how many buildings do you wanna bet got flattened?) and the box beeps. A bunch of Disney channel shows go through them - Dog with a Blog, Liv and Maddie and Mighty Med. So Disney channel and Disney XD shows DO exist in Descendants verse, but as tv shows. Neat! And yes, Carlos screams at the dog on tv. Poor baby. Carlos is proud of discovering all the different shows. 

- The box goes dead and presumably the hole closes. But Carlos is so happy it worked, even as he swears Evie to secrecy. He says they could get in real trouble if people found out about the dome. It’s true Auradon would not be happy and they presumably have guards with the garbage ‘supplies’. However, it’d be more likely the others would find out and whoops, Carlos is now forced to work on it 24/7. Evie promises but crosses her fingers behind her back. 

- Carlos asks if she wants to go back to the party and she asks if they have to. Carlos concedes its a good point and tells her her favourite show, the one with the Prince of the Week, is on the Auradon News Network in five minutes, which excites her. 

- The barrier hole awakens Maleficent’s staff for a second, the most dangerous evil weapon. It also frees Maleficent’s crow familiar and her best (first) friend, Diablo. It ends on the note ‘Evil would fly again’ and ‘Evil lives..’ Oooh, ominous!

#Ask Auradon reads #isle of the lost by Melissa de la Cruz #chapter 9

[ofgallifrey]

#s 11 and 12 for Tre and Sartia, because we're no good at not-angst XD

Combined into that one AU eventuality we talked about: 

Coming to this Universe had been a mistake. 

It had been fun for a while, a Universe where Romana had died terribly early on, and it was another Prydonian from the class of 87.23421 that ruled with an iron fist. 

It had all started to go wrong when the other Sartia had realised she had a doppelganger swanning about the place and having fun with borrowed power. 

Her other infected self (there was something ancient behind her eyes, primal chaos masquerading as simple power-lust, and the kind of coldness that could freeze an exploding star) had had her brought to heel in the middle of an opulent court. 

“There’s really no room in this Universe for another Sartia.” She’d said, and touched the Sash of Rassilon that hung around her neck.

Sartia had screamed. It felt like regeneration, but so much worse, her cells destroying and regenerating themselves over and over, never stopping, until it felt like her whole existence would burst, like her life was being undone in some higher dimension, erasing her from the Universe. 

Distantly, she remembered an unsubstantiated rumour claimed the Sash could rip a Gallifreyan apart, if linked to their biodata. Her biodata was one thing her counterpart would have no trouble getting, but it wasn’t the kind of secret she’d be willing to die for.

“Stop.” Tre had hissed, apparently in a tone that not even an Imperiatrix could argue with, and the Sash had let her collapse.  

When she’d woken, the other Sartia was gone, and Pandora wasn’t. There was only Tre, and she was different, something even older than her usual self lurking behind her eyes. 

“I quite like it here.” she’d said, bright and cheerful. “We can’t leave this place leader-less, can we? Or a Leela without a Romanadvoratrelundar, or her more people-savvy equivalent, at least.” 

Still exhausted, Sartia had managed to raise an eyebrow. “Leela.” 

“Oh, don’t be jealous. You can be my Chancellor and official consort, and Leela can be mine. That works better for both of us, really, doesn’t it, you’ve always preferred the titles to the romance.” 

Second in class, second to Leela for Tre’s affections, second-best to Pandora- for Rassilon’s sake, she was second-best to Pandora even when the choice was just between her and another Sartia. 

Perhaps that would have seemed acceptable, rather than a personal failing vast enough to swallow her every other achievement whole, had she not been brought up to idealise perfection, to accept nothing less from herself or the Universe. 

Worse, it made no sense. Of the two of them, she was the one with ambition that consumed her like a black hole, that couldn’t be pacified with wonder or friendship or whatever it was Romana had amused herself with while with the Doctor, why was she never the student Pandora wanted? And she was the one with the intellect that rivalled Romana’s own, and the shared past to go with it, why would Leela always be her first choice? 

The only thing that made the situation more bearable, was that it started go out of Tre’s control all by itself. Once Andred was out of the way, Leela had wanted to leave, quite predictably. 

Tre had it in her to let people go, she’d proved that enough in her days in the Matrix, but Pandora had taken root within her, and she’d never let go of anything or anyone, because that would be admitting that there was something in the Universe that didn’t, by rights, belong to her. 

It would all end in tragedy even without her meddling, Sartia was sure of that. She also wasn’t willing to wait- more, she didn’t want it to be a tragedy of their own making, it had to be of hers, or it wouldn’t really be revenge. 

She’d spent quite a while planning her next move, but once she’d finalised her plan, she moved quickly, and within a span, a servant had been bribed to drug Leela’s food. Leela would call it cowardice- lots of people would call it cowardice, she supposed, but it was just being practical. Better to survive the fight than to risk death for nobility or fairness’s sake. 

She used her Chancellor’s override to enter Leela’s rooms, her hands quivering with adrenaline. Leela was, quite reasonably, on guard. 

“I do not wish to fraternise with you, weasel-tongue.” 

She smiled. “Leela, you don’t need to impress me with big words.” 

“Because you will think me slow and stupid whatever I say?” 

“That, and because I’m not here as your enemy today. I thought you deserved to know the truth.” 

“You wouldn’t know honesty if it burnt out both your hearts.” Leela said, but there was a curiosity there, however wary and reluctant. 

Sartia blinked, looking perfectly innocent. “Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought you might want to know what happened to your husband.” 

Leela’s eyes narrowed and she closed the distance between them, unsheathing her knife in the meanwhile. “What do you know about Andred?”

“I know who murdered him- and it wasn’t me, before you get ahead of yourself with that knife. I have proof.” No proof existed in this Universe, of course- the Matrix, and the information it held, was too deeply in Tre’s thrall. She tossed a blank tape in the air. Leela moved to catch it, but not quite quickly enough, and it skittered to the floor, proof that her reflexes were compromised. 

In the time it took a pigrat’s heart to beat, Sartia pulled out her staser, already set to lethal, and fired. 

If Leela hadn’t had poison running in her veins, her senses already dulled, maybe she would have dodged, and Tre might have had to deal with an entirely different death. 

As it was, it hit her squarely in the chest. Leela collapsed, with barely enough time to register what had felled her. Not the death she deserved, even Sartia could admit that, but it didn’t bother her enough to regret it. 

She wasn’t quite sure how Tre was going to react, there were too many variables. This Romana was corrupted twice-over, once by a millennia in the Matrix, and now by Pandora, but had a great deal of control over the only thing Pandora had ever feared, and a more intimate knowledge of the multiverse than anyone on any other Gallifrey would be comfortable with. 

That degree of power was everything Sartia had ever wanted. It was terrifying. It was both those things and more, but she’d never wanted to be its second in command, and she certainly wasn’t going to play second fiddle to a human. Surely Tre could never have believed that she would, 

Tre thought she could have everything, that nothing in the Universe could be denied to her, not anymore. Sartia couldn’t wait to prove her wrong. Leela was hers- had been hers, and she’d been human, she’d never be a ghost in the Matrix, she’d only ever had one life to live and lose. 

Though it wasn’t the wisest of choices, Sartia waited in her rooms. She wanted to watch Tre find the body, see her hurt, wound her just as Tre had her. 

It’s not just the alien bodyguards Imperiatrixes should watch out for, she thought, and smiled. 

#theladytre #(ch. i've always wanted to be a god) #i'm sorry that they're like this leela #this is totally a drabble I don't know what you mean

[sky-girls]

3 times Luna Valente wanted to kiss Matteo Balsano + 1 she did

Based in gorgeous by taylor swift, obviously XD

You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

It’s an instant feeling, the moment she lays eyes on him she can see it, it’s something about the way he carries himself, like he is the only person who truly matters in this world and how everyone around him silently agrees. People move away when he walks in the middle of the hallways, they hurry to let him take up as much as space as he desires, they skate away from him whenever it’s necessary, he doesn’t need to pay attention to his surroundings, they pay attention to him, whatever place he walks in, he owns, he doesn’t need to be known for everyone to know that they need to move away, that he can do whatever he wants.

People are drawn to him the same way they are repelled by him, he is like the sun, everyone loves it, everyone craves it’s warmth, but no one can get to close.

Except that this thing he has, this power he has over others doesn’t com from any sense of warmth or comfort. He is cold, cold as ice, face expressionless, carefully schooled in a smirk that lets everyone know how much better than everyone he is, how below him they all are. His eyes are dark and unreadable except for this small almost dangerous glint in them,this mischievous thing that tells you that he knows he can do whatever he wants and he will.

Luna hates him, she hates Matteo Balsano in ways she never thought it would be possible for her, she hates the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he smiles (not that she has ever seen him smile, not to his girlfriend, not really to his best friend either), she hates the way his smirk gets bigger when he sees her and how his eyes are always following he, she hates how one look locks her in his place, making her brain and her stomach feel things her brain can’t and doesn’t want to understand, she hates how whenever they talk he leans in so close to her that she can smell his perfume, she hates  that fucking perfume.She can’t stand the way his skin burns her whenever he finds an excuse to touch and that  no matter how hard she tries to run away from him he is always there. She hates the winks, the way his voice lowers making her shiver, she hates how his tongue moves across his lips on instinct  just for a second and how he always notices that her eyes go to them.

She hates him. She hates him. She hates him.

She hates how right he is just centimeters away from her, leaning in closer, his eyes shining in ways it shouldn’t be allowed if the universe wants her to keep her sanity, she hates how the only thing she wants to do right is pull him closer, put her hand on his nape and pull him into a kiss, right there in the middle of the rink, surrounded by dozens of people, damned the fact that he has a girlfriend, damned that everyone would know in five seconds and she would become the main gossip of the school for who knows how long.

She sees it on her mind for a second, their lips joining on a deep, angry, hungry kiss, he probably kisses like this, all demanding and rough, no softness at all, she doesn’t care, a part of her is dying to be kissed by those lips, she leans in closer for a second and he doesn’t stop her, of course he doesn’t stop her, she stops herself.

He has a girlfriend and she doesn’t want to be another one one on the Matteo Balsano list everyone keeps talking about, much less the first one that would be completely real, not just a rumor.

She rolls her eyes, mutters an answer she doesn’t really understand, having almost completely forgotten what they were even talking about. As she skates back to the locker room she feels her legs shaking, she feels herself shaken.

As soon as she can she sits. She hates Matteo Balsano and his cool facade. She hates herself for falling fo it.  

You should take it as a compliment

That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her

The best thing she can do, or try to do is avoid him, ignore him as much as it’s possible to ignore the king of the ring, every time she sees him she walks on the other direction, subtlety be damned, every times she feels a ting of guilt whenever he seems disappointed but then Ámbar appears and she feels this weird static in her brain and there’s no place for guilt anymore. It’s better this way, much better this way, no matter that he seems to be looking for her, that he seems to want to talk to her. This is better, for her mostly and she doubts he will care for much longer.

She does the best job possible avoiding him, for weeks she manages to not be around him, to not be in the  roller when he is not there with his girlfriend, to not go through the hallways he uses in school so when Jim and Yam invite her to a party she feels confident that he has forgotten about her, whatever little game he had must be done now, he must have gotten tired and bored of her. She can go and have fun even if he will be around, he probably won’t make any effort to go to her. He probably doesn’t care about her at all.

Never did.

And that’s why she feels free at the party, she is drinking and dancing and laughing, she doesn’t worry he might find her, she saw him, out of the corner of her eyes, following Ámbar somewhere and  weird burning sensation took over her body but she quickly replaces it with the burning sensation of vodka on her throat and she was fine again. Until she crashed against him on her quest to get more alcohol, she is not drunk or anything already but alcohol has clouded her mind enough that she needs a second to understand who is there, that Matteo is there. She pulls away like he was on fire. He doesn’t let her go tho, he grabs her wrist, softly yet she still feels like his touch burns her, she looks at it confused.

“We need to talk.” He says and she has no idea what could be so serious between them to make him look like this.

“I don’t think so.” She shrugs and pulls her wirst away from his grab he doesn’t fight it yet she stays exactly where she is.

“And then why have you been avoiding me lately?” He demands, there’s a subdued anger in his tone, mostly  hidden by confusion but she can hear it, she thinks she hears hurt too but that’s probably just wishful thinking or projecting.

“I haven’t been-” She starts but he raises an eyebrow in his ‘cut the bullshit’ expression. “I’m surprised you noticed.”

“You haven’t been subtle at all.” He tells her bitter and she just keeps her face as expressionless as possible, it’s not much because Matteo’s face softens completely. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened.” She says. “It’s not like we saw each other much before.”

“Yeah.” He says looking down for a second before his eyes go back to hers. “I thought we were friends, though, friends spend time with each other.”

The word unsettles her in ways it never had done before, it makes a dull pressure settle on her chest and her eyes prickle for a second before she looks away from him and takes a deep friend. She is not  his friend, she could never be his friend, but it’s easier, knowing that this is what she is to him. Just a friend, nothing more.

“I have just been busy with stuff.” She mutters and he nods, he doesn’t believe her, of course he doesn’t.

“Will you keep being busy? “He asks and she takes a deep breath.

Friends the words resonates inside her head, leaving harmful echoes behind, she shakes her head.

“I don’t know.” She says and his eyes harden, she never noticed before but he never looked at her like he looked at everyone else, closed off and cold, she hates this.

“Well you know where to find me if you ever do.” He mutters, through clenched teeth before leaving who knows where, probably to find the beautiful, gorgeous tall blonde that is his girlfriend, she goes for another glass of beer. One thought on her mind

Why would he care about her when he has Ámbar?

And now he is a few feet away, dancing with her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony like always, she can’t look at it, she can’t look at them, something dark and unpleasant latches at her chest, making it hard to breath and way too aware of the weird uneven beating of her own heart, which accompanied by the loud thud of the bass on the speakers  and the alcohol on her blood makes her a special kind of dizzy that has cold sweat dripping down her temples.  she feels it everywhere, dropping heavily into her stomach, going down her spine, slowly and sticky, leaving her uneasy everywhere it touches, she feels it on her hands, on how they fist around her glass of beer, she feels it on her throat, weird, tight and itchy and no matter how much she drinks she can’t make it go away. She feels it in all her body, trapping her, suffocating her, she can’t deal with this anymore but she can’t look away because his eyes find hers and there’s nothing she can do now, she is powerless against his and no matter if the way he sways his body against Ámbar’s makes her feel nauseous for some reason she just can’t look away,like a moth flying to the light she is powerless, his dark eyes too deep, too intense to let her go, she wishes she could be there with him, that she could be close enough that she could see how the light dances on his eyes. Ámbar’s hand goes to his shoulder her face moving to a kiss and her breathing stops, air suddenly not filling her lungs, he tenses completely, she can see it from her, this is not the first time, it only happens when he is around her, his whole face shifts too, his focus stare turns cold, his eyes turn empty, he kisses her back, his eyes never leave Luna’s.

She feels how he eyes start to tingle with tears and her lips with desire, the kiss is a show on itself, attention catching, deep and wild and hot and she feels something turning on her stomach and something wet running down her cheek for a second,he is still looking at her. She pictures herself there, she imagines his hands are on her waist, that he is pulling her closer, that she is the one who is feeling his hair on her finger.

She takes the last sip of her beer and turns around to look for Jim and Yam she doesn’t want to be in this party anymore, she doesn’t want to be anywhere Matteo Balsano will ever be.

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

Matteo is looking down to his hands, eyes lost, he doesn’t seem sad, he doesn’t seem heartbroken, he doesn’t really seem like a guy that has gotten out of a  years long relationship but he seems lost somehow, like he doesn’t really know what he is supposed to do now. She doesn’t blame him, all the school is focused on what’s gonna happen with the so called power couple of the school, everyone is examining every one of their moves, just waiting for the moment they get back together, Ámbar is running on this assumption too, she heard her talking on the phone the other day, she is expecting this huge, public apology soon enough and every time she thinks about this something she feels uncomfortable in many different ways, she doesn’t want this to happen but this is the way things have been always, apparently.

She doesn’t walk to him immediately, he hasn’t noticed her, he hasn’t noticed her at all for the last few days and she is as hurt as she is happy about it. When he is not paying attention she can look at him, she never did much before, she always hurried to look away from him, not being able to stand the thought of him catching her staring, but right now she is the last of his priorities so she can let herself do it.  

She looks how his curls move softly with the wind, how his teeth sink in softly on his soft lower lip, how he plays with his fingers, a nervous gesture she had never seen before on him and feels out of place in him, he is supposed to be calm and collected not like this. She can’t help it anymore and walks towards him.

Once she reaches him she clears her throat nervously and he looks up, he smiles, a real smile that reaches his eyes and his shoulders seem to relax instantly.

“Are you okay?” She asks softly, trying to keep her smile at bay at seeing him react like this at her.

“I didn’t thought you cared, delivery girl.” He says bitterly and she frowns at him, staring at him until he answers. “I could be better.”

“Is the break up hitting you hard?” The words almost physically burn her but she is trying to be a good friend here, she hasn’t been one lately, so if she has to reassure him that everything between him and Ámbar will be fine to do that she will make herself do it, no matter how wrong she feels.

“More like all the attention after it.” He sighs heavily and leans back on the bench.

“I thought you loved attention.” She says teasingly hoping this would make him smile but he just shrugs.

“When it’s focused on me yes, not when people are talking behind my back about what they think I should do regarding my personal life.”

“Well that’s what you get for being school royalty I guess.” She says softly. “Once you are back with Ámbar it will chill I’m sure.”

“What if that never happens?” He asks and there’s a resolution in his eyes she doesn’t really dare ask about.

“Well, then they will chill about it eventually.” She says softly. “What matters here is that whatever happens you are okay, who cares about what other people are saying?”

He looks at her silently, fixing her with a hard stare and she wishes she could make herself smaller somehow, it doesn’t last long but it leaves her shaking softly as warmth fills her body.

When he looks away she looks down at her hands, trying to make herself breath normally.

“All I ever done is for other people.” He admits quietly and it shocks her enough that she has to look at him.

“What do you mean?” Luna asks softly, almost afraid to do it.

“All I ever do, all I’ve ever been is so people would think something of me, so people would see how amazing, I am, how much better than them I am, all I ever did was so people would want to be me. Even my relationship with Ámbar was like this.”

“What?” She is confused, seriously confused.

“I wasn’t in love with her, I haven’t been for a long time.” She has no idea why hearing this makes her heart feel like it’s soaring but she ignores it, there are more important things now. “And  she was never in love with me, maybe she did love me at some point at the very beginning but she was never in love with me of that I’m almost certain.”

“Then why…?” The question dies on her lips, she is not sure what she is asking really but Matteo seems to get her enough somehow.

“Because the two of us, we could do whatever we wanted when we were together, we could get all attention, get everyone to admire us and what’s better than that?”

“What changed now?” She asks softly and he looks at her confused. “You said you might not get back with Ámbar this time, something must have changed to get you to say this.”

“I guess…” He starts but doesn’t continue right away, his tongue wets his lips and she needs to remind herself she is trying to make him feel better not fantasizing about the things his lips could make her feel, she hates that no matter what they are doing, no matter what situation they are in he can somehow make her feel like this, all hot and messy inside in ways she didn’t know before . “I guess I don’t want to be this person anymore.”

“And who do you want to be?” She asks softly.

“I want to be me, do things because I want to do them, make my own decisions based on whatever the fuck I want not on what other people will think of this.” He mutters looking away. “I want to be the real Matteo but no one really cares who he is.”

“I do.” She whispers, she can’t really bring herself to say it louder but he hears her anyway and turns to look at her, there’s something in his eyes that prompt her to continue. “I don’t know him very well or for very long but I like the real Matteo and I would love to get to know him better.”

“He would love to get to know you better too.” He tells her with a small smile that has her smiling back before she knows it.

She leans in, she doesn’t why or how but she leans in closer to him and this is an awful idea, the wind is still blowing softly, moving his curls around, his lips are slightly parte and he is looking at her with impossibly soft eyes and she can’t believe how much this guy can affect her. He makes things inside her awake and she hates them, she never wanted someone like this before, never with such intensity and here comes this asshole that with just one look can send her blood running and she really has no idea what to do with it or with him.

In times like this she can’t stand him, she can’t stand being with him, she would rather run away from him, away from the stupid things he makes her feel.

She lowkey hates him for being so hot but right now he needs a friend and she can be one so she leans in even closer, despite all her instincts and hugs him.

And if as he holds her close she imagines his lips moving along hungrily hers as his hand grips her hip and she messes up his hair he doesn’t need to know.

eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

There’s something about skating with Matteo Balsano that makes her feel utterly and completely free, it’s not that everyone is moving away so they can have all the space they want, it’s not that she is going so fast that she can barely make out her surroundings, it’s something about his hand on hers, about how his laugh echoes around the room, making her laugh too as something that can only be described as pure happiness fills her body from her toes to the very last hair on her head..

Skating with Matteo feels like nothing ever before, but so many things with Matteo feel this way. And no matter how much time together they have been spending lately he always finds a way to surprise her. Always manages to sneak in a touch, a look, a laugh , that has her feelings all tangled and confused and impossible to figure out beyond the fact that she likes them. She like them very much, she likes him very much, maybe she even loves him but she doesn’t have time to think of this when he is spinning her around in an empty rink and making her feel lighter than air.

He stops making her trip on purpose until she stumbles right on his chest and the way he smirks at her has her heart beating so fast she can hear it.

“Your heart is beating very fast, delivery girl.” He says with a smirk, his eyes have turned  dark, hypnotizing and she can’t pull away, she can’t move at all, he is like a snake and she is just his little prey that can’t do anything to run away, she doesn’t really want to run away.

She would gladly stay and face her own demise if that meant she could stare at Matteo’s eyes forever. But Matteo is not a snake and he won’t do anything to her, he just pulls her even closer, waiting for an answer.

“That’s just because we were skating, chico fresa.” She stammers and he doesn’t believe her, of course he doesn’t believe her. She can see it on the spark that appears on his eyes but weirdly enough she doesn’t care.  

“Are you sure it’s just that?”He leans in closer and her eyes move to his lips for a second then back to his eyes, she doesn’t miss the smirk nor the way his eyes look down at her lips with such intensity that she feels herself tremble.

“Was this because you are cold?” He asks leaning in even closer. “Because that would be very weird, it’s almost 30 degrees in here.”

“I…” She starts but she doesn’t feel capable of forming any coherent sentence when he is looking at her like this.

“You?” He prompts her smiling like he knows she can’t think properly when he is so close.

She can’t really answer so she does the next best thing, she crashes her lips against his and hopes that this is what he wants too and he wasn’t just teasing her for the sake of it.

He kisses her back and she feels something inside her burst with happiness.

At first the kiss in rough and messy he is pulling her closer by the hips, he is kissing her with all he’s got, his lips are demanding and dominating and she can only do as they want, this is exactly what she thought kissing Matteo was like but after a few seconds, and to her surprise, he slows her down, he turns the kiss into something soft and sweet, something that has butterflies flying on her stomach and makes her feel like she is the only important person on his world.

Kissing him she feels giddy in way she never thought were possible so when he pulls away looking like he wants to say something she pulls him back into the kiss.

They can talk later now she wants to kiss him, she has wanted this for very long and now that she gets to do it she won’t let him stop any soon.

#soy luna #lutteo #mine #sl ff #i had forgotten i hadnt posted this here

[adorkablephil]

Fic: Listen (Chapter 2)

Title: Listen Rating: PG Word Count: 2.8K for this chapter Summary: Phil is a successful YouTuber, and Dan is a fan desperate for attention. Sounds like 2009, right? Except Phil is Deaf. Tags: AU, Deaf!Phil, Strangers to Friends to Lovers Author’s Note: All dates are obviously completely fictionalized, including Dan’s little subscriber count milestone. This is an AU, in case you hadn’t noticed. :) Extreme thanks to the Treehouse Mailing List for all their support and encouragement! Fic also available on AO3 here

[Masterlist of all “Listen” chapters on Tumblr]

Chapter 2: Talk to Me

danisnotonfire You said to DM you, so here I am. DMing you. This feels weird. Is it weird? I think maybe Im making it weird. 8 September 2009

AmazingPhil It’s not weird. Or if it is, that’s cool. I like weird. ;) 8 September 2009

danisnotonfire lol 8 September 2009

AmazingPhil I was interested in what you were saying about the FFVII soundtrack. Tell me more about why you like the music so much. 8 September 2009

danisnotonfire Have you lestined to it? 8 September 2009

AmazingPhil No 8 September 2009

danisnotonfire But you play the game, right? It ws in your video 8 September 2009

AmazingPhil It’s hard to explain, but I play it with the sound off. 8 September 2009

danisnotonfire ??? 8 September 2009

AmazingPhil But seriously, I’m interested. Tell me about the music. 8 September 2009

Dan’s passion for music inspired Phil to download the song “Interrupted by Fireworks” and play it loud enough that he could feel the tempo by laying his palms flat on the speakers.

After his roommates complained about the noise, he only did it again at times when they weren’t home.

AmazingPhil This is going to seem really weird, but I’ve felt awkward about bringing it up. 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire I am the king of awkward lol 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire Bring what up? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil It’s just, we’ve been talking for weeks, and I haven’t said anything about it. 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire ??? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil Okay, well, I’m Deaf. 27 September 2009

[a few minutes pass]

danisnotonfire You cant hear? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil Yes, Dan, that’s what Deaf means. 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire Hey no need to be a jerk about it. I’m just surprised. 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire Why didn’t you ever say anything? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil Well, I thought you would have figured it out from some of my videos and stuff I’ve tweeted, but then when you started talking about music, I just … 27 September 2009

[a few minutes pass]

danisnotonfire I am such an idiot. 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil No you’re not! That’s why I didn’t want to say anything! 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire why? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil Because I liked talking to you, and I didn’t want you to be embarrassed or something. Or to maybe think I was a freak or something. 27 September 2009

[a few minutes pass]

danisnotonfire I dont think your a freak 27 September 2009

[a few minutes pass]

danisnotonfire the whole reason i started liking your videos was because you dont talk in them 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire is that weird? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil Maybe we’re both a little weird. But I don’t mind if you don’t. :) 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire xD 27 September 2009

One of Phil’s old friends from school had gone all the way to America to attend Gallaudet University, since it was the most highly respected university for the Deaf in the world. She’d had to study ASL in advance, of course, since it was a completely different language than BSL, but she seemed to be really enjoying her studies there. Apparently the sense of Deaf community there was more than she’d even imagined in Manchester. She practically glowed when she talked about her feeling of belonging.

Phil was jealous.

He’d chosen York because of his interest in their graduate program in video postproduction, since he’d loved experimenting with film since childhood, but his isolation as an undergraduate made him wonder how well a Deaf student would be received in the graduate program. Would they even make any accommodation for him in studying what they might perceive as a definitively audio and visual medium?

He and Sharon occasionally Skyped when the time difference allowed, but she now sometimes slipped into ASL without noticing, and Phil found himself feeling like even his Deaf friends were slipping away.

AmazingPhil Maybe we could Skype sometime? I mean, I can’t talk, obviously, or hear you, but we could at least see each other in real life and not just Dailybooth pics. :] 2 October 2009

danisnotonfire How would we talk tho? 2 October 2009

AmazingPhil I don’t know. We could write on paper and hold it up or something? 2 October 2009

[a few minutes pass]

danisnotonfire ok 2 October 2009

AmazingPhil Now? 2 October 2009

danisnotonfire ok 2 October 2009

AmazingPhil YAY! 2 October 2009

AmazingPhil See you soon! 2 October 2009

Dan seemed cripplingly shy in their first Skype call. He avoided eye contact much of the time, which made communicating rather difficult, but he loosened up a bit by the end and even seemed to flirt a bit.

Phil tried really hard not to develop a crush.

He was not particularly successful.

They exchanged phone numbers and began texting constantly, not to mention the lengthy Skype calls. Dan talked about his own interest in making videos, but gloomily doubted his ability to create anything interesting or worthwhile. Phil urged him to give it a try.

15 October 2009

Phil: I think you should upload it. It’s really good. Really!

Dan: I don’t now. I’m afraid people will think its kind of weird.

Phil: Weird is kind of our thing, though, isn’t it? :p

Dan: I just dont want to look stupid or soemething. i mean it kind of sucks

Phil: Dan, it’s brilliant. I promise.

Phil: I have to ask, though. The subtitle thing. Did you do that because of me?

Dan: No. I dont know. Not really. i just liked it. I thought it looked cool.

Phil: It DOES look cool. I just didn’t want …

Dan: what?

Phil: I don’t know. I didn’t want you to be making videos for me like that just because I’m Deaf. I know that sounds stupid. Never mind.

Dan: No i now what you mean. That wasn’t why i did it. I told you i first liked your videos becuz you didnt talk in them. So I guess I liked that style, but mine is different. right?

Phil: Of course! Your style is completely different from mine! I love the old-time silent movie thing, with the title cards and everything. It’s really unique! That’s why I think it’s so brilliant!

Phil: That’s why you should definitely upload it.

Dan: really?

Phil: Absolutely!

[a few minutes pass]

Dan: ok

Dan: maybe tmorrow

When Dan uploaded his first video, Phil tweeted about it enthusiastically to encourage his own online friends and fans to check it out, and unsurprisingly people loved it.

Dan’s unique, silent film era style, complete with occasional sepia tones and use of fancy-font title cards to communicate all dialogue and narration, approached modern-day storytelling and vlogging from a completely fresh perspective. He told stories about his own life, but in a style no one had used before.

People were intrigued. Other YouTubers Phil had come to know over the years quickly began interacting with Dan on Twitter, and Dan gathered an enthusiastic audience almost right from the start.

And Dan’s looks certainly didn’t hurt. Phil tried to ignore any jealousy he felt about the amount of flirting he saw going on publicly over social media. He and Dan were friends. Maybe they flirted, but apparently Dan flirted with everyone. It didn’t mean anything.

23 October 2009

Phil: Are you going to the Halloween gathering in London next week?

Dan: no

Phil: Why not? You’re officially a YouTuber now! You should come!

Dan: I can’t

Phil: We could finally meet. That would be so cool!

Dan: I said I cant

Dan: Just drop it ok?

[a few minutes pass]

Phil: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push or anything.

Phil: I mean, of course if you don’t want to come, that’s fine.

Phil: I just thought it would be cool to meet you in person.

Phil: I mean, you’re one of my closest friends now and we’ve never even met!

[no response]

[after an hour, Phil logs off]

Phil took the train to London and attended the Halloween Gathering on his own, but felt Dan’s absence keenly the entire time. He brought a white board and a few different colored pens so he could communicate with people more easily, and found that YouTubers were less shy about such things than the average uni student seemed to be. They seemed to find the white board an intriguing novelty and eagerly interacted with him through it.

They didn’t treat him like a freak.

Or, at least, they treated him like their own kind of freak.

He’d discovered a different community. One that wasn’t perhaps as easily familiar and comfortable as the Deaf community he’d grown up in, but a community nonetheless.

He just wished Dan had gotten to experience it, too.

He kept in touch with another YouTuber he’d met at the London gathering, a guy named PJ who had been particularly unselfconscious about using pantomime, facial expression, and the occasional impromptu prop to communicate with Phil instead of relying exclusively on words written on the white board.

Their brains seemed to work in similarly creative ways, and they collaborated on a sort of abstract short film they’d sketched out together on a series of paper napkins during dinner at the gathering. Phil was pretty proud of the way the project turned out, and PJ seemed happy with it, too. They put it up on PJ’s channel, and it got quite a bit of enthusiastic viewer response.

Dan’s blatantly passive-aggressive jealousy about the whole thing was Phil’s first hint that his own more-than-platonic interest might be reciprocated, but he tried not to get his hopes up.

13 December 2009

Dan: I can’t believe I hit 10,000 subscribers!

Phil: Yeah, well, everybody loves danisnotonfire.

Dan: really? so that includes you? ;)

Phil: Nah. Not me.

Phil: I don’t love danisnotonfire.

Phil: I love Dan Howell.

[a minute passes]

Dan: I love Phil Lester, too.

Phil finished his graduate degree in York and returned to Manchester to find himself a flat on his own. He liked the independence but also enjoyed being closer to his family again, and some of his friends from school and college had returned to the area after uni as well.

Returning to some involvement with Deaf culture encouraged Phil to gradually shift the content of his videos, as he became more comfortable openly signing anecdotes about his life, influenced no doubt by Dan’s focus on his everyday life experiences in his own videos.

Viewer response was mixed. Some of Phil’s loyal audience rolled with the changes and seemed to enjoy the more personal glimpses into his life and personality, but others left ignorant, offensive comments about deafness and sign language. He lost some subscribers. Making his content more personal had made the cruel comments feel more personal, too. But when something online hurt his feelings, he just texted a real-life person he knew accepted him just as he was, and it helped.

Being able to sign with people again made his life richer and more fulfilling … and yet he found himself looking forward to his evening Skype calls more than any real-life interactions with his old friends. His family expressed concern that this obsession with a “stranger” on the Internet wasn’t healthy, but they just didn’t understand.

Phil had fallen harder than he ever had before, and with someone he’d never even met in person.

In a strange way, Phil felt simultaneously happier and lonelier than he’d ever been.

11 June 2011

Phil: Are you going to Summer in the City this year?

Dan: no

Phil: You have a lot of fans now. I’m sure they’d like to meet you!

Phil: And there are other people who would like to meet you, too! :p

[a few minutes pass]

Phil: Dan?

[several minutes pass]

Dan: I said no. Jesus phil just leave it the fuck alone!

Phil: Hey, I’m sorry! I’m not trying to pressure you!

Phil: I’m just starting to feel like this is kind of weird. Like I have a boyfriend I’ve never even met.

Dan: weird is what we do, right?

[a few minutes pass]

Phil: Yeah. Right.

Phil: I know.

Phil: I’d just really like to meet you.

[no response]

[after a really long time, Phil logs off]

Phil attended Summer in the City on his own again, painfully aware of how much closer he was to Dan when he visited London than when he was back home in Manchester. Painfully aware that Dan not only hadn’t wanted to attend the convention, but hadn’t even responded to Phil’s desire to meet.

He talked with other YouTubers, made plans for possible future collaborations, and hugged dozens of enthusiastic fans, took hundreds of smiling selfies. But the entire time, he couldn’t help but think that Dan was only 40 miles away, instead of the usual 200. Less than an hour by train.

So near, and yet not within reach. He felt it like a physical pain.

15 June 2011

Dan: remember when you first told me you were deaf?

Phil: Yeah?

Dan: and you were afraid i woud think you were a freak

Phil: Right, but you didn’t. Right?

Dan: of course not you idiot <3

Phil: So what’s going on?

Dan: theres soemthing i havent told you

Phil: You can tell me anything. I love you. You know that.

Dan: but its really weird

Phil: Weird is what we do. <3<3<3

[several minutes pass]

Dan: i dont talk

Phil: Like you’re shy? I wondered if that might be why you wouldn’t go to the gatherings and stuff.

Dan: no i dont talk

Phil: But you talk to me all the time. I’m confused.

Dan: i mean to people. out loud. irl i don’t talk. ever

Phil: Okay.

Dan: ok?

Phil: Yeah. Okay. I mean, I don’t talk either. Are you Deaf too? Is that why you don’t talk? Why didn’t you ever say anything?

[several minutes pass]

Dan: no i’m not deaf i just dont talk

Phil: It’s okay, Dan. I just want to understand. Why don’t you talk?

[no response]

[after a very, very long time, Phil logs off]

Phil didn’t know what to do with what Dan had told him, especially since Dan had sort of dropped a bomb and then just run off without explaining anything.

One thing was clear, though. Dan didn’t like being pushed. When he wanted to talk about this—no pun intended—he would.

Because if one other thing was clear, it was that Phil was willing to wait.

6 July 2011

Dan: You havent brought it up.

Phil: What?

Dan: You havent ever asked about the talking thing.

Phil: I did. You didn’t answer.

Dan: yeah but you havent asked again since

Phil: Did you want me to?

[several minutes pass]

Dan: I dont know. maybe

Phil: Okay. Why don’t you talk?

[several minutes pass]

Dan: I havent talked since I was 8.

Phil: Wow. That’s a long time.

[a few minutes pass]

Dan: yeah

[a few minutes pass]

Phil: Is that why you never wanted to meet?

Dan: yeah i didn’t want you to think I was a freak

Phil: Dan, weird is what we do. And I’m Deaf!

Dan: Well yeah but you dont do that on purpose.

Phil: You do it on purpose?

Dan: sort of i guess

Phil: So you could talk if you wanted to, but you don’t want to?

[several minutes pass]

Phil: Dan?

[several minutes pass]

Phil: Dan, I don’t think you’re a freak. Just talk to me.

Phil: Crap. You know what I mean.

[no response]

[hours later, Phil finally logs off]

Phil did some research into muteness that someone might call “on purpose,” just wanting to understand, and found himself wondering if what Dan experienced was maybe something called “selective mutism” or maybe a “conversion disorder.” As far as he could tell, neither one was truly something anyone did purposely, but, really, if Dan didn’t want to talk about it, Phil wouldn’t be able to understand much at all. He just wanted to educate himself a bit so that if Dan ever did want to talk about it, he’d be less likely to say something stupid and make Dan shut down even more.

12 February 2012

Dan: I have a question to ask you.

Phil: Okay.

Dan: but its making me really nervous

Phil: I love you, Dan. Whatever it is, it’ll be okay. I promise. <3

[several minutes pass]

Dan: do you think maybe i could come visit you in manchester?

Phil: Skype me right now this very minute because you have to see how big my smile is! <3<3<3<3<3

[Continue to Chapter 3]

#phanfiction #phanfic #phan #dan and phil #phan au #phanfic au #au phanfic #phan deaf au #myphanfic

[rk800hunter]

Dramatics (Sequel - Connor x Reader)

Summary: Jealous/Protective Connor being jealous over reader’s close friend

Pairing: Connor x Reader

A/N: This was demanded from me and I have provided xD Many of you asked for a sequel to Dramatics so here you are! I hope you all enjoyed this as you’ve enjoyed the first one. We are all suckers for protective/possessive/jealous Connor. Feedback is appreciated! I also want to thank you all for being so enthusiastic in my writing, because it makes me want to just write more for everyone~ You guys are the best ;w;

Keys: [F/N] - Friend’s name

[F/LN] - Friend’s last name

[Y/N] - Your name

[L/N] - Your last name

Tags: @captain-winter-wolf-aehs, @rosealexandersson, @alientrashbin, @honeybeelily, @dragonempress123, @randomstuff-idontwannatalkaboutit, @sygin, @dylan-o-yumm @im-a-slut-for-connors-hair-flipp, @ elaneth-elf-friend

I think I’m missing some tags. x.x I’m so sorry...

Warm in your bed, you weren’t keen on waking up for work. The sun was already leaking through your curtains and you could hear the birds chatting and singing up a storm on the nearby willow tree. You quickly switched off the buzzing of your alarm before slumping back down onto the bed.

Staring at the ceiling, you sighed as your mind was already in the works. There was so much to think about considering what had happened last night. You closed your eyes as you replayed the events, remembering every single detail. The sight of Connor’s shirtless body, android-white and gleaming as if it were shining in perspiration. His hair hanging loosely over his forehead with messed curls. The warmth of his breath by your cheek, feathering your neck. His gentle hands brushing against your other cheek, comforting and rhythmic. His hooded, coffee eyes, harsh and piercing, warning away other predators but alluring, tender and almost pleading when they met yours.

And oh. His lips. Oh my god. His soft, inviting lips. Parted slightly. Teasing. Close. Curled in a soft snarl with a tensed jaw and gritted teeth.

You inhaled sharply and bit your lip, feeling heavy churning in your stomach. It was supposed to be the feeling of butterflies but it felt more of wild flapping of disturbed pigeons. You groaned and grabbed the nearby pillow, stuffing it onto your face as you tried to get the images of Connor out of your head.

You had left Hank’s place before anyone had the chance to explain anything but not before placing a blanket on a drunk lieutenant that drooling on the couch. You had asked [F/N] if they were okay getting home on their own to which they had hesitatingly reassured you they were going to be fine. Flushed and embarrassed, you had distractedly arrived in your own home, showered in frustration and fell into restless sleep.

You finally decided that your job was the only thing that fed and housed you, flipping the blankets off and proceeded to clean the evidence of sleep. You were frying quick breakfast when your phone rang. Wiping your hands with a nearby cloth, you looked at the screen to see your caller.

Connor - RK800.

You felt your cheeks immediately burn at the sight of his name and his contact picture, regal and poised. You paced the small apartment kitchen, your heart beating faster with slight anxiety working you up. You suspected he called to apologise for his behaviour and blame it on a system malfunction, vowing that it would never happen again.

The phone was still ringing. Oh crap. You panicked and pressed the decline button. Oh my god, why did you do that? Facepalming and whispering curses to yourself, you scraped the nearly burnt breakfast into a plastic box. Putting the breakfast into your bag, you locked up and quickly boarded the bus that nearly left without you. You settled down on a seat near the window and plugged in your earphones, selecting your favourite song as the bus pulled out onto the road. You looked around and saw androids and humans sitting next to each other like there were no differences. Ever since the android revolution, relationships between androids and humans were quite estranged. However, the androids were putting on their best behaviour, ready to be accepted as equals. They no longer needed to stand in their own android compartments on buses, android parking and such. They were one of us now. You smiled as you saw an android lady talking animatedly to a small boy, revealing her android skin around her hands. It seemed like she was teaching him something. The boy’s father was beaming proudly at them both. It looked like they were such a happy family.

Imagine if you and Connor were a family. Holding hands, laughing as your child ran ahead, chasing a little ladybug. Choking, you realised what you were thinking about and turned away to face the window to watch the passing streets as the world woke up in the sunlight. 

You need to get yourself together, [Y/N]. You mentally slapped yourself, it was definitely just a system malfunction. Connor was still adjusting to the new deviancy. After all, he was made to be a deviant hunter so obviously Cyberlife would take extra precautions in his programming.

The bus stopped at the small square where the bookstore was and you briskly stepped off, making your way down the path. Greeting a few other shop owners that were also just opening, you rummaged for your keys, opening the door.

The door revealed a rather large plush doll of a Saint Bernard sitting on the counter. Around its neck, was a golden chained, ivory stone necklace. You were stunned as you looked around outside to search for the culprit. No one suspicious in sight. Returning back inside, you placed your bags down and picked up the plush. It resembled a lot like Sumo. You noticed a solid paper card underneath the plush, sealed in a golden envelope that had your name in crisp, cursive black print. Probably Cyberlife Cursive typeface, you guessed. Connor...sent this? You were quite surprised because people rarely use paper anymore with the new digital age and all. He certainly had a taste for gifts and maybe by the fact that you work at one of the few standing paperback bookstores, he knew you preferred the traditional materials.

You put down the plush and carefully opened the envelope, pulling out the letter within.

[Y/N].

Hank and I would like to present these as gifts souvenirs we have collected during our investigation. As you may have guessed, the Saint Bernard stuffed doll is a representation of Sumo, chosen by Hank himself. He had immediately thought of you when he passed it by the store window. As you know, Hank doesn't like sappiness so he does not want to include himself in this letter.

You snorted out loud, smiling as you read. Classic Hank.

The necklace around Stuffed Sumo is my gift to you. Made out of pure ivory, it is actually the rare tooth of an elk. I had promised to find you a souvenir from the investigation itself so yes this is part of the pieces of evidence. Don't worry. They won't be able to detect the difference between the fake I deposited.

As I present these gifts, I would like to apologize for my behavior last night. It was definitely very uncharacteristic of me and I have done a self-diagnosis that indicates a bit of a system error. I hope [F/N] did not take offense.

Ah there it was. You had already predicted what he would say.

I hope that you would find it in your heart to look past this inconvenience.

Connor

Oh... Inconvenience? Okay sure, it was an inconvenience to your poor heart and mind that wouldn't stop freaking out but you knew that wasn't what Connor had meant. Shaking your head with a smile, you placed the Sumo plush by the window, giving it a pat on the head before setting down to work. It was so sweet of both of them. You made a vow to always treasure them both enough and to make sure they knew.

Half way through the day, you remembered to give [F/N] a call, to make sure they weren't going to run away from you. You had also wanted to catch up with them before they headed overseas again.

"It seems like I have competition," they had joked and reassured you. "Don't worry about it too much."

You had sighed with relief. "Could I make it up to you with a proper dinner out? I promise it'll be Conner-less."

Agreeing on a time and a rather expensive place, you decided to message Hank, letting him know that you were going to be missing dinner with them.

As evening settled, you waved off your last customer before putting away the last stock. You were just about to leave before something glittered by the window, reminding you of a certain tenderness. Connor's necklace. Biting your lip in a quick thought, you decided to take the necklace off of stuffed Sumo. Clasping the chain around your neck, you glanced at the reflection on the window, admiring the way the tooth glimmered against the streetlight that streamed through the glass.

You touched it lightly with your hand as you thought about Connor once more. How was it possible that a machine becoming deviant could be so impactful...? It allowed him to understand sentimentality. Evolution was a wonder.

Feeling rather embarrassed about the amount of times you thought about him, you shook your head and exited the shop, making your way to the restaurant.

The night was going really well. Excellent food and drinks along with [F/N] with so many stories to tell about their adventures and experiences in teaching at seminars and several universities. You exchanged stories by telling them about the whole deviant revolution that happened a few years back and how things were actually still so raw. You avoided the subject about work, explaining that it was obviously nothing compared to what they were doing.

You had excused yourself to go to the restroom and had just walked out when suddenly, the restaurant exploded, causing you to fly backwards into the wall. You felt your breath leave you as you fell onto the floor. You could hear screams along with things breaking and burning. What the hell happened...? Glancing around with blurred eyes, you saw that everything was in ruins and on fire. Nothing was recognizable anymore. You feel your conscious giving up on you as everything slowly turned dark.

Then...silence.

It felt like you were drifting in the void, drowsily letting go of everything. It was so quiet. It was kind of nice. Just nothing. It felt like you had been there for ages.

"[Y/N]!"

Someone was calling out to you. Probably [F/N]. You could sense desperation in their voice. You opened your eyes but squinted them close again from the white flash of pain that you felt everywhere.

You tried to get up but a sharp jab in your chest caused you to cry out as you collapsed back down. Strong hands gripped your arms, stablising you. You felt them lift you up, sweeping you into a bridal style. They were asking you something but your ears still rang of both noise and silence. Was that even possible...? You felt that you had discovered new muscles and pain in areas that you didn’t realise could feel pain. Hazily nuzzling against their chest, you moaned, trying to communicate with your savior.

They were saying something else, but you could only make out the reassuring tone with a sense of worry and anger. Closing your eyes, you let yourself be carried outside and felt your skin prickle with something damp. Oh. It was raining. The air smelt of the mixture of burnt plastic, smoke and moisture of the rain. You could hear panicked voices, sirens and just ultimate chaos. You were placed onto something soft and your savior’s hands searching you everywhere. They gently touched your face, eyes, ears, down to your neck, and suddenly...

WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! As you felt the pair of hands lift up your shirt you jolted up despite what it feels like to be a stab wound in your chest.

“HEY!” you yelled, feeling the haziness flutter away form your brain. “What are you doing?!”

The hands pushed you gently but firmly down. “Please calm down, [Y/N], you are seriously injured and I need to remove this garment so I can tend to it.”

The voice sounded extremely familiar now that you were out of the initial haze. You closed your eyes as you pleaded. Please don’t let it be Connor, please don’t let it be Connor, please don’t let it Connor... You wouldn’t know how to react if it was the detective android that was tending to your pretty exposed body.

You opened your eyes slowly to look at your caretaker.

What do you know...? Of course, it was Connor.

"Wha-" You stuttered as you looked at him up and down. Oh no... Not the collared white shirt. It was slightly singed with smudged ashes. Thank goodness it wasn't buttoned down all the way. It looked like he was having a casual night before everything happened. There was still quite a visual of his collarbone but you immediately looked right up to his eyes to stop yourself from flushing more than usual.

"Connor!" you gasped, bewildered. "What are you doing here?!"

You realised that you were in the back of an ambulance with the doors opened, allowing you to make out a crowd of people and flashing lights of authority. Conner scanned the road, searching for something before turning his gaze back to you. His eyes were filled with the same fire they held the previous the night as his jaw evidently tightens.

"Why did you not inform me of where you were?" he hissed, his voice lower and huskier than usual. You felt your chest numb, as Connor injects something there. It didn’t stop the burning traces of his hands as they brushed against your skin while he worked on stitching up the wound that sat directly below your rib.

"Hey, I told Hank I was going to be busy," you retorted defensively.

The Android took a step closer towards you, his LED flashing red as he concentrated. "But you didn't tell me," he growled slowly. "And now you are here. With [F/N].” Quite honestly, instead of intimidating you, it was turning you on a little, despite your condition. The close proximity is going to drive you nuts.

You opened your mouth, suddenly worried about [F/N] but Connor waved his hand dismissively, interrupting you. “They’re fine.”

His eyes briefly flickered to you as you looked away, relieved. Glancing back at him, you frowned. “Is it even in your programming to know how to tend to the wounded?”

Connor subtly tilted his head in his usual quirk, eyes not leaving your injury. “I have some programming,” he explained absentmindedly. “It would also be an inconvenience to me if a foreign model or person touches you.”

Your eyes widened at his additional comment, and you could feel a rise in heat.

He shook his head in frustration and continues to scold you. “Look at what happens when I am not around; you get into trouble."

You decided that you were done being bullied into submission even though you were lying there belly-bare as he towered you. "Conner, they're just my friend that I haven't seen in ever." You glared at him square in the eyes, causing him to raise an eyebrow at your sudden fire of defiance. "It’s also not often that restaurants get blown up either. I can take care of myself. I don't belong to you or anything, it's not like you own me." You tried to restrain from grimacing from the ache all over your body, feeling smug at your self-confidence.

The detective smirked, agreeing to play your game. "Well, Miss [L/N]," he cut the last thread of the stitch, letting his hand rest on the nape of your neck. Taking the chain of the ivory tooth necklace and slowly brushing against your skin, he knelt down and leaned in right next to your ear. His other hand was resting on your bare belly, thumb stroking lightly.

Your breath hitched as you felt his lips graze ever so lightly against your cheek. You could feel your heart wanting to jump right out your throat and throw itself at Connor. What the hell man. This isn't fair. You were a strong independent person and yet, your willpower and probably sense of dignity would vanish the moment Connor came into scene. To top it off, you were wounded and vulnerable in a bed so obviously he had the higher ground.

"The moment you placed this on..." he whispered, pulling back slightly, his face only inches away from yours as he glances at you with eyes glinting dangerously.

"You belong to me.”

You laid there, hot, bothered and in pain. This was absolute torture. You closed your eyes, and kept your lips thin as you stubbornly refused to look at him, knowing that he enjoyed toying with you.

You heard him move away, possibly with the biggest, cockiest smirk in history. You still kept your eyes shut, brows furrowed with embarrassment.

“I must tend to the investigation now, they need me to be on scene,” you heard Connor say.

He placed a soft hand in the middle of your chest and scanned, enjoying the sight of your elevated heartbeat on his HUD interface.

“Get better, [Y/N]. I will be expecting you.”

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