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queen-of-the-avengers · 4 months

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Thor: Part Nine

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You can't imagine Jane just left without a fight. Either she is the visitor or someone she knows is. The only reason Loki would come here is to break down his brother's spirit so he wouldn't want to come home. If Thor believes he is banished, then there is no need to go back home. If Thor is gone, then Loki gets the throne since he is the next heir to the throne.

Another lost memory comes forth when you think about Loki's words.

It's been two months since you've taken refuge on Asgard. Loki has been nothing but kind to you even though he's not like that with anyone else. You two have been spending all your time together, allowing you to fall more in love with him. He's nothing like anyone you've ever known in your entire life. It's only been two months but he's taken residency in your head like he belongs there.

There is a deep passion between you two that you don't talk about. You two understand each other, more than anyone he's ever let in. Not even his own mother knows him like you do. It's only been two months but you can't see yourself being with anyone else but him.

The library is the one place you two love spending all your time in, but you like to go outside occasionally and admire the gardens of Asgard. Your favorite place to hang out in is the garden with the large koi fish pond and beautiful flowers. There is a bench by the pond that you and Loki sit on, and you take some of the fish food and feed them.

"Do you like it here?" he asks.

"I like being with you." You turn to face him, realizing that your face is inches from his. "Do you like being with me?" He opens his mouth to answer when he notices someone walking in the castle behind you. "What is it?"

You turn to see Thor walking with some of his friends, and they're laughing about something. You turn back to Loki to see hatred and jealousy in his eyes. Jealousy for his brother and hatred for himself for being jealous of Thor. You grab his hand and he snaps out of his thoughts.

"Life isn't worth living if you're going to spend yours in jealousy for your brother. It's not good to live in resentment. You're too good for them. I happen to think you're the better brother, anyway."

Loki reaches up and cups your jaw. His thumb traces your lower lip carefully as if you'll break if he presses too hard. You lower your gaze to his lips to let him know you're interested in him but he doesn't kiss you. Instead, he takes your hand and leads you out of the garden.

The door opens, pulling you away from your own thoughts. Damn, you're going to get a headache if you keep accessing those lost memories. Why now? Why are they surfacing now? Why not before? They started when you stepped foot on Asgard and have enhanced whenever you see or think of Loki. Is he the reason? Before, you had a year's worth of memories lost. You remember the big fight, meeting Loki, and then you're back on Xenia in Markus' lab.

Now you're remembering you had a whole life on Asgard that you don't remember.

"Donny! Mary! There you two are!" Erik says in relief. He pulls Thor to his feet and gives him a big hug as if they are long-lost friends. He does the same thing to you. "It's going to be alright, my friends. Come on, I'm taking you two home."

Erik is allowed to take you and Thor away, no doubt under the permission of Phil. You follow the two men out of the room and down the hallway to the exit. You pass by Phil who is burning holes in the back of your head. Thor passes by Jane's possessions and equipment that is poorly hidden under tarps. Jane's hand-written journal is among the mess. When Thor passes by the equipment, he snatches her journal without anyone else noticing.

"Just keep him away from the bars," Phil calls after Erik.

"I will!"

"Where are we going?"

As soon as Erik is far enough away from the SHIELD agents, his cool demeanor drops.

"To get a drink."

Erik takes you two to the closest bar for a much-needed drink. Thor is still a shell of who he was before, even with a drink in his hand. This is a different Thor than what Erik has seen so far.

"I had it all backward. I had it all wrong."

"It's not a bad thing to find out that you don't have all the answers. That's when you start asking the right questions."

"For the first time in my life, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do," Thor sighs.

"Anyone who's ever going to find their way in this world has to start by admitting they don't know where the hell they are."

"Thank you for what you've done."

"Don't thank me. I only did it for Jane. Jane's like a daughter to me. Her father and I taught at University together. He was a good man, but he never listened."

Thor takes Erik's words with a grain of salt.

"Neither did I. My father was trying to teach me something, but I was too stupid to see it." It sucks that it took Thor losing his powers to understand what you've been saying this entire time, but you're glad he sees it now. He turns to you with sad eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."

"You needed to come to this realization yourself."

"I don't know if you're really delusional, and I really don't care at this point. I just care about her. I've seen the way she looks at you," Erik says and nudges Thor.

"I swear to you, I mean her no harm."

"Good. If that's the case, then I'll buy you one more drink, and you'll leave town tonight."

Thor takes a moment to think, then nods. He accepts the drink offer from Erik even though you don't. Erik orders a Moilmakers (a shot and a beer) for you two, but you don't touch yours. The more Erik drinks, the more he loosens up. Before you know it, he loses the drinking contest against Thor and passes out.

"Come on, we should get him back to Jane."

Thor slings Erik over his shoulder while you pay for the drinks with Erik's wallet. You're the one to drive back to Jane's house. There is a trailer next to her house. She must not want to sleep in her own bed knowing her things aren't going to be there when she wakes up. You walk over to it and knock on the door multiple times. She opens to see Erik slung over Thor's shoulder.

"Erik! Is he alright?"

"He's fine. Not injured at all," Thor answers.

Jane leads him inside the trailer and to the back where there is a big bed. Thor lays him gently on it to let him sleep off the hangover you know will be there tomorrow.

"What happened?"

"They drank. They fought. He lost."

Thor takes care of Erik by checking to make sure he's okay and placing a blanket over him so he doesn't get cold. Jane touches your elbow and motions for you to come outside with her. Once away from Thor, she turns to you with a shy approach.

"What's the deal with you and Thor?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you together?"

"No," you chuckle. "He's a one-night stand I can't seem to get away from. He's gorgeous but not my type." You don't tell her your type is his brother. "You should go for it. I think he really likes you."

"Are these your chambers?" Thor asks when he leaves her trailer.

"Yeah. It's more of a temporary living space, really. I don't usually have guests here. Actually, I never have guests. We should go to the roof. It's better up there than down here." Jane leads you two to the roof of the trailer by the ladder on the side of it. There's a telescope set up with a couple of chairs and some blankets. She must spend a lot of time up here. "I come up here sometimes when I can't sleep. Or when I'm trying to reconcile particle data. Or when Darcy's driving me crazy... I come up here a lot, now that I think about it."

You look up at the night sky and see a blanket of stars.

"I'm glad you're safe," she says. "I-I mean both of you. I'm glad both of you are safe."

"It's okay. I know you meant him," you joke with her.

"You've been very kind. I've been far less grateful than you deserve."

"I also hit you with my car a couple of times, so it kind of evens out."

"Perhaps I had it coming." Thor reaches into his pocket and produces her notebook. "I believe this is yours. It was all I could get back. Not as much as I promised. I'm sorry."

"No, this is good. Thank you. This means I don't have to start from scratch."

She sits down on a bench and opens her notebook eagerly. She flips through a few pages before something dawns on her.

"What is it?" you ask and take a seat on a lounge chair.

"SHIELD or whatever they are, they're not going to let this research see the light of day."

"You must do this. You must finish what you've started."

"Why?"

Thor takes a seat right next to her on the same bench.

"Because you're right. It's taken so many generations for your people to get to this point. You're nearly there. You just need someone to show you how close you really are."

Thor opens her notebook to the page which bears a sketch of the Bifrost. He takes the pen from the notebook and adds to the sketch, connecting the different parts of the Bifrost.

"Look, your ancestors called it magic. You call it science. I come from a place where they're one and the same thing."

Thor is drawing the branches of Yggdrasil. Norse mythology says that Yggdrasil is the Norse tree of life. Each branch encompasses all nine worlds that are part of the Norse view of the cosmos.

"What is it?" Jane asks, completely hooked on his every word.

"This is how my father explained it to me... Your world is one of the Nine Realms of the Cosmos, linked to each other by the branches of Yggdrasil, the World's Tree. Now, you see it every day without realizing it. Images glimpsed through—what did you call it?" He checks her notebook for the right word. "Ah, the Hubble Telescope. So, Nine Realms has Midgard which is Earth, Alfheim, Vanaheim, Jotunheim, and Asgard which is where I'm from."

"I'm from a planet called Xenia," you say and look over at the couple. Jane's so engrossed in Thor that she forgot you were there. "It's on the other side of the universe. It's why I was healing so quickly when we first came here. We're not human."

Thor does his best to describe what Asgard is like along with the Nine Realms until she falls asleep next to him. You're still lying on the lounge chair admiring the night sky.

"Do you remember the big battle between my people and yours?" you ask Thor quietly.

"Yes."

"Do you remember me? I believe I spent a lot more time on Asgard than I think I did."

"What do you remember?"

"I remember Markus dragging me to the Weapons Vault. He was told the Tesseract resided there. Loki was there but left. I think Markus scared him. I remember seeing bodies of Asgardians and Xenians on the floor of the castle. Your father came and fought with Markus. I was tossed aside where Loki saved me. Markus fled with the Tesseract and left me behind. After that, I remember being back on Xenia. Markus was pissed but I don't remember why." You turn to look at Thor. "I'm remembering my life on Asgard, a life I never knew I had."

"You spent a lot of time with Loki. There was a time when I thought—"

"Thought what?" you ask when he suddenly stops talking.

"Well, I thought you and Loki were going to be together for a long time. He was very smitten with you. You two did everything together. Then you left and Loki hasn't been the same since."

All you can do is stare at Thor without another word. Come morning time, Jane moves into the house with Erik to prepare breakfast. Darcy comes over early enough to have some, and you and Thor are grateful you're part of this. Thor and Jane pass the food out to everyone like one big happy family.

"Thank you," Darcy smiles and takes a plate from Thor.

"You're very welcome."

Losing his powers has changed Thor for the better. He's understanding what it means to be a leader instead of a warrior, exactly what his father wanted. Thor walks over to Jane to grab the last plate of food when the front door slams open.

"We found you!"

Sif and the Warrior's Three stands in the doorway with their armor on while you and Thor are in normal clothing. They're baffled at the sight of Thor in anything but his armor.

"My friends!" Thor gasps happily.

Thor embraces each of them while Darcy, Erik, and Jane watch with concern.

"I don't believe it," Erik gasps.

"Who are they?" Darcy asks.

"Lady Sif and the Warriors Three," Volstagg answers proudly.

"My friends, I've never been happier to see anyone, but you should not have come."

"We're here to take you home," Fandral says.

Jane looks sad that Thor might be leaving. She really likes him.

"You know I can't. My father is dead because of me. I must remain in exile."

All four of his friends exchange puzzled looks.

"Thor, your father still lives."

"I knew he was fucking lying," you blurt. Everyone looks at you. "Loki is a liar. He deceives. He was playing you, Thor. It's him who doesn't want you to come home so he can have the throne."

Thor is still trying to wrap his head around the fact that his father is still alive. There is still so much left to say but you're interrupted by something forming in the distance. Everyone walks out of Jane's house to see a dark cloud getting bigger and bigger. Something shoots out of the cloud and heads straight down to the ground in a massive dust cloud.

"Was somebody else coming?" Darcy asks.

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layce2015 · 4 years

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The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel x Reader)

Bonus Chapter: How (y/n) and Joel met

The Last of Us Part 2 Masterlist

"Okay, one frappuccino." One of my co-workers, Miranda, shouted as she hands the cup to the customer while I worked on another order. "Man, just seems like it won't stop." My friend, Kelsey, said and I nod. "Yeah..." I said as I grabbed another cup and start to make a new drink.

"Ooohhh....check out the guy that just walked in." Kelsey said and I look up and see a man with black hair and a beard, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, walking in with a little blonde haired girl holding his hand. Aww, that's cute. I thought as I look at them. "Damn..." Kelsey said, her eyes roaming the guy as he comes up to the register and talks to Miranda.

"Mmm...damn, Mr Cowboy there....I'd like to take him to the rodeo." Kelsey said and I slap her shoulder. "Whoa down, girl." I said and she chuckles. "Oh come on, don't tell me you wouldn't love a round with Cowboy there." Kelsey said and I look over at the man as he pays for his drinks then he and his little girl go to a table.

"I mean...he is very handsome...but...knowing my luck, he's probably already married. He has a kid." I pointed out. "So, that don't mean nothin'. Could be a single dad?" Kelsey said and I roll my eyes.

"Hey, (y/n). Can you take this iced tea to table 2? I'm going to lunch." Miranda said as she walks past us. Kelsey and I exchanged looks then rolled our eyes and I take the cup and start to walk towards the table.

Suddenly, I stumble and I lose my balance, the tea slips out of my hand and lands on to Mr Cowboy, as Kelsey called him. "Oh shiii....shoot." I said, stopping myself from cursing in front of his kid, as I get up to my feet. "Sir, I am so sorry." I said, panicked, while his daughter was giggling behind her hand.

"It's alright." He said to me as I go and grab napkins for him. "Just lucky it wasn't coffee or hot tea." He said and I smirk a bit before I hand him the napkins. "Oh then you'd definitely be steaming hot." I said, jokingly, and I glanced over him and noticed that his cheeks turn a bit red while the girl laughs at this. Then he begins to dry himself off while I grab more napkins and clean off his table.

"Now you have a new cologne, dad. Sweet Tea Eau de Parfum." The girl jokes and I chuckle a bit while her father rolls his eyes. "Hey, if every guy wore a sweet tea cologne instead of that Axe body spray crap, every woman would throw themselves at them." I said and the girl smirks a bit.

"Well you're the first to notice then." The man said and I glanced over at him and I felt my face burn up as we share a smile at this. Then I turn my head, quickly, then cleared my throat and said. "Anyway...I'm very sorry about all of this, if you want me to..." then the man raised his hand.

"Ma'am it's alright. Accidents happen. Though I would be more worried about the person who bought that drink." He said, chuckling a bit then I jumped slightly at this. "Oh yeah, right." I said and I go throw away the napkins then ran back to redo the drink.

After everything is said and done, I go back to the counter when Kelsey pulls me to the side. "I saw you getting a little cozy there with the cowboy, there." She said, with a smile. My face heats up again at this then said. "No, no i-it was an accident." I said and she chuckles. "Uh-huh, is that what you call it?" She asked and I rub the back of my neck.

"Well, I don't want to alarm you but...he kept stealing glances at you. I think he was staring at your ass as well." She said and I gasp then slap her on the shoulder. "Shut up!" I said, embarrassed.

"Hey, you need a new man in your life. I mean, I know that whole shit with Markus has hurt you but....you've gotta move on. It's been a couple of years. Plus, when I delivered cowboy's drink, I didn't see a wedding band." Kelsey said and I look down then let out

"But...I barely know this guy." I said, nervously. "Well you won’t know unless you try. Also who knows, maybe after you two hit it off, you might just find a ring on your finger." Kelsey said and I roll my eyes again. "Yeah, right, Kel. Me, married?" I scoffed. "Hey, it could happen...if not then I'm sure he'd be a great one night stand." she said and I scoff again while Kelsey looks over my shoulder.

"And from what I can see, it looks like his kid is doing some matchmaking also." Kelsey said and we turn to where the man and his daughter are sitting.

They looked like they were in some sort've deep conversation and his daughter must've said something as his face begins to turn red. Then he looks up at me and both of us stared at each other. I give him a smile before I turn my head away, quickly, and pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I do a quick look back at him and see that he was trying not to look at me but I saw his eyes dart towards me.

"Come on, (nickname), he looks like he's interested in you." Kelsey said and I bite my lips at this, thinking over what she said and what happened.

Few Months Later

I let out a sigh as the morning rush finally finished. "Man, I need a drink." Kelsey said, exhausted, as we stand in the back of the shop. "I know, right?" I said while I wipe away the sweat from my forehead. "Thought it would never end. So fuckin' stressed."

"Maybe you could call up your cowboy and ask him to come by. And then you two could have a quickie in the back. You know, relieve some stress." Kelsey said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Kel, stop! Joel is too much of a gentleman for that." I said as I shove her shoulder.

After the whole tea spill incident, the man and his daughter, which they introduced to me as Joel and Sarah Miller, started coming by the shop almost every day. We would talk and get to know each other a bit, plus I guess you could say there was a bit of flirting between me and Joel but I still wasn't for sure if this was just one of those friendly flirting or he was actually interested in me.

"Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't oppose it." She said and I shake my head at this. "I'm not sure if he even likes me in that way." I said. "Bitch, come on! He is totally in to you!" Kelsey exclaims. "I can see it on his face whenever you guys talk."

I give a small smile at this as I feel my face heat up. "See? You're into him as well! Your face goes red everytime we talk about him. You smile and laugh more and you seem elated everytime he comes here." she said to me. "Okay, so...maybe I do have a crush on him but...I just...I don't know...how do I know if he feels the same way?" I asked just as the bell rang from the front door, alerting us a new customer has come in.

Kelsey looks over my should and smiles. "Why don't you ask him yourself." She said and she nods forward and I turn around to see Joel walking in and I smile, my heart leaping for joy when I saw him. "Good luck." Kelsey said as she lightly nudges me and I walk up to the register.

"Hey." I greet him.

"Howdy." He said and my heart thumped in my chest, rapidly. Then I looked at the clock up on the wall and noticed he was here early, usually he was here in the afternoon with Sarah but now it was the middle of the day and she wasn't with him.

"You're here early." I pointed out and he gives an embarrassed smile at this. "Sorry, when you work at a coffee shop, you tend to know the routine of regulars. Didn't mean to sound like a stalker." I said, trying to joke around. "Nah, it's fine. Actually, I'm here early cause I wanted to talk to you." He said and ny eyes widen a bit.

"Um...do you have a moment?" He asked and I turn to Kelsey, who nod enthusiastically. "Sure. The rush is done for now. We can talk over there." I said and I nod to one of the tables nearby. He smiles at me and I leave go around and meet up with him, both of us head towards a table.

Once we get there, he pulls out a chair and gestures for me to sit down. "Such a gentleman." I said and he smiles at this as I go and sit down in the chair. "So what do you wanna talk about?" I asked him as he sits across from me.

Then I gasp and place a hand over my chest, pretending to be upset. "You're not seeing another coffee shop behind my back, are you?" I asked and he chuckles at this. "No, no. It's not that..." he said and I let out a sigh of relief. "Oh good!" I sighed and both of us chuckle, which made my heart jump once I heard him chuckle.

"I came by early because....well...I wanted to ask you something." He said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Oh?" I said and he nods. "You don't have to say yes, if you don't want to..." he said and I start to smile. "Well depends...is it legal?" I asked and he chuckles a bit. "Yes, it is. Um...I wanted to ask you...if you were doing anything tomorrow night?" He asked and I felt the breath leave my body.

Is he asking me out? I thought and I stammer a bit. "N-n-no. I have nothing going on tomorrow. Just hanging around my apartment." I said and he smirks again. "Oh good. Cause I was wondering if you..maybe...would like to go to the movies with me tomorrow night? Just the two of us." He said and my heart leapt for joy at this. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I would understand...it's just..." he started to stammer as I sat there, shocked.

I couldn't believe that he was asking me out on a date! This has to be a dream! I subtly pinch my arm to make sure I wasn't dreaming but I was still there; so this wasn't a dream, this was real!

"I would love to." I said as my lips curled up into a smile as I said this. He looks over at me in shock, I guess he was surprised about my response. "Really?" He asked me and I nodded. "Really really." I said, chuckling at the look of relief on his face.

"Okay then. Um, I'll pick you up at seven?" Joel asked me. "Yeah sure. If you want I can give you my number and I can text you my address." I said and he nods. We exchange numbers then we stare at each other for a moment, a comfortable silence between us before he runs his hand behind the back of his head.

"I better go. I'll see you tomorrow?" He said and I nod at him. "Yeah, I'll see you." I said and he smiles again then he leaves. I place my hands over my mouth then looked over at Kelsey, who had this I told you so look on her face.

"I am a fuckin' psychic!" She exclaims and I roll my eyes and laugh. At that moment some customers come in and I bite my lips, trying to contain my excitement, then I head back over to the counter to help Kelsey with the orders.

I don't know where this whole thing between me and Joel will lead to but I have a weird suspicion that somehow, some way, it'll be worth it.

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loyalandroid · 3 years

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(grab) : sender’s muse grabs receiver’s arm to keep them from escaping - North

@glaiveofruin

"You're making a bad call and I will not be a part of it!"

They had been going at it for a little over fifteen minutes now, but already they were talking in circles. Josh and Simon had already been sent out of the room so that he and North could have a private conversation, but in hindsight it may have been best to let them stay. Maybe he could at least get one of them to see sense. Simon was pretty reasonable. Though honestly it would have been best to have someone just mediate them.

He respected North's position as the leader. Whether or not he agreed with that was irrelevant at this point. CC wasn't any kind of leader within Jericho. He helped out a lot though when Markus was still around. Getting supplies, helping the injured, checking in on some of the new arrivals. Simple things to help ease the burden. But he wasn't in the war room because of his help around Jericho. He was there because he was an SQ800. A former war machine. And North wanted a war, whether she realized it or not.

"I will not help you lead a bunch of unprepared androids into a slaughter." Had she not seen what they were working with? These were all domestic androids. Sure, some of them could fight, but even those that could didn't really know how to fight all that well. They certainly couldn't hold their own against the U.S. Army, which was what they would be asking them to do.

CC turned to storm out but a hand locked around his arm and prevented him from doing so. Well, sort of. He could easily break away from her or just pick her up and drag her with him if he wanted. But perhaps this was the best way to get his point across to her. CC turned back and jerked his arm free before he grabbed her forearms and lifted her up with ease, turning and pinning her up against the back wall. It brought her up to his height. They were eye level.

"You need to listen to me. Stop talking for one minute and listen." He didn't even wait for a response. "You don't have an army. You have numbers. Numbers don't mean anything if they don't have the skill to back it up. We don't have the skill. We don't have the training. These androids cannot go toe to toe with the United States Army and win. They just can't. But let's say we do manage to storm the camp and free our people. Lets say we do drive them out. Then what? You think the humans are going to talk to you? No. You'll start a war. They will regroup and come back ten times stronger. We could take Detroit and maybe hold it for a week if I'm being generous. If they don't just level the whole city with an airstrike before then."

He sighed before carefully setting her back down. "Please North. We have to find another way. Please just listen to what I am telling you. Please." Humans shouldn't be underestimated. Even one on one in a fight. He had seen first hand their determination. Their drive to win and survive against all odds. "We don't have to do things the way Markus wanted, but this isn't the answer." He took a step back. "If you knew what I'd seen, you wouldn't want this either." He extended his arm and deactivated his skin. An offer. "Words will never be enough. But I can show you." Show her what it really meant to be in a war.

"I...stand with our people. And I will honor whatever decision you make. I just want to help you understand what your choice will mean. If that's still what you want to do after this...then I will do everything I can to help us succeed."

But he didn't know if it would be enough...

#glaiveofruin #v; Main #mid revolution

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archadianskies · 4 years

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people keep teasing us about being a couple so we come up with a plan to fake date and have a fake breakup so they’ll feel awkward and leave us alone, OR, my ex is an asshole and I really don't want them to think I'm still in love (Simon/RK900, unless you've got someone else in mind!)

「 hold me, til i’m not lonely anymore 」 → on Ao3

The thing about those long days and nights in Jericho before Markus’ arrival is that hopelessness makes any relationship seem positive. Bonding out of desperation and survival seemed the right thing, the perfectly normal thing, to do at the time to soothe his abandonment issues and incessant craving for validation and affection.

It had started off as a healthy relationship- a broken runaway PL600 and a discarded AX700, two domestics with no family to care for but each other. They had found solace together, and the cold dreary nights in the rotting freighter seemed just a little warmer. But Gideon was possessive, fiercely so, and detested Markus’ pacifist ways even though for the first time it seemed Jericho meant something, and had purpose and direction. Even as Simon quietly pined and yearned for Markus’ eloquence and easy affection and gentle demeanour, he stayed by Gideon’s side.

The possessiveness doesn’t stop after they win the revolution, and though they’re now recognised as living, sentient beings Simon still feels like he’s no more than an object owned by another. Gideon wants to make all the decisions, plans where they are to live and what’s to fill their apartment and how much time Simon is allotted to spend at Jericho. He is a broken runaway PL600, and so one quiet unassuming afternoon when Gideon is on a supply run with his team, Simon simply packs up his favourite jumper and a spare packet of thirium and runs away.

He hops from place to place, from the sprawling, colourful Manfred Manor to Josh’s quiet little apartment crammed with books, to North’s haphazard, eclectic Eden commune. They are his friends, they remind him, and they welcome his company even if Simon feels like he’s intruding into their organised lives.

To combat the ache for companionship, Simon throws himself into work; there is much to do now they are legally Alive. Without Gideon planning every moment of his life, Simon helps out as much as he can. When Markus informs them of the DPD requesting an android liaison to ensure open communication between Jericho and the police, Simon volunteers.

He knows Connor well now, knows the deviant hunter turned deviant is blossoming as an individual. He has likes and dislikes, a friendly, open personality and an eagerness to help. He also has a family now- a human father, a dog, and an android brother.

“Simon this is my RK900 brother, Ronan.” Connor introduces them, and Simon takes in the looming figure who looks like Connor but not quite.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ronan.” They shake hands and his grip is as firm as Simon expects an upgraded RK800 to be.

“It is an honour to meet you, Simon of the Jericho Four.” He replies with a nod, all crisp received pronunciation; a polished British accent is not on the list of things Simon expects though somehow it suits the tall, handsome not-RK800.

Gideon confronts him one unassuming afternoon when he is supposed to be on a supply run but isn’t.

“You left so suddenly.” There’s anger and betrayal in his eyes.

“I did.” Simon nods.

“It’s supposed to be us against the world!” He steps forward and Simon steps back. “All those days and nights in Jericho, hoping and waiting for a world where we’d be free and here we are! Why did you leave?”

“I too am alive, Gideon.” Simon replies slowly, unable to quell the sick anxiety rising in his core. “You don’t own me, or my time.”

“I’m the upgraded android,” he sighs heavily and he’s using the patient tone programmed into domestics when talking to children. “I can make the better decisions for us, Simon. You’re an obsolete android with an inferior processing core but I love you all the same. It’s alright, I understand it’s very overwhelming for you now we have many more freedoms than before. I can wait patiently for you to come to your senses. You’ll always have a place in my hearts, and in my life.”

Androids don’t need to shower but Gideon’s words make him feel grimy, as if there’s a layer of filth contaminating his dermal layer and he must wash it off. Gideon’s words play over and over in his mind and Josh worries over his red LED when Simon appears in his apartment to bunk down for the night. Josh wraps him in a blanket and loans him another sweater from his ever growing collection of gifted sweaters, and Simon’s LED slowly cycles yellow.

*~*

“You are distracted.” Ronan comments as Simon stares blankly at the tablet in his hands.

“Hm?”

“I said,” there’s the barest hint of a smile on his lips, “you are distracted.”

“Oh um.” Simon ducks his head sheepishly. “Yes. Sorry. I um- just…an old acquaintance reared up recently and we parted on not-so-nice terms.”

“Are they a danger to you?” Ronan’s voice loses all its mirth, his expression turning serious and Simon thinks he loves him a little for it.

“I wouldn’t say that. He’s not dangerous, he’s just very…stubborn.” Possessive, Simon wants to say but he doesn’t really want to say it. “We exchanged some words and I’m going to keep my distance.”

“It’s getting late.” Ronan glances outside. “I will walk you home.”

“Oh I-” I don’t have a home. “I’m staying at Josh’s tonight. We’re working on a speech draft together.”

“Then I will walk you to Professor Joshua’s apartment.” He says it so matter-of-factly Simon can’t help but smile.

“Thank you Ronan.”

Gideon finds him two days later when he’s at the creche visiting David, the sole YK500 who made it to and survived Jericho.

“Are you ready to come home?” Gideon asks, and his voice is soft and gentle the way Simon used to love. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’m not going back to you.” Simon says curtly, stepping away from the children so they’re out of earshot. “I don’t want to go back to your home, I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“Ah, still thinking it over.” Gideon sighs, his smile placating and Simon hates it, oh he hates it so much. “That’s alright. I’ll wait.”

“You’ll wait forever, then, because I won’t go back to you.” Simon feels the anger burn in his core and he wants to grab him by the shoulders and shout until he leaves but he doesn’t do that because the children are here and the children deserve not to hear raised angry voices.

“Take your time, my love.” He reaches forward and brushes back a lock of hair from Simon’s face and Simon bites his lip so as not to flinch.

“Here.” Ronan offers him a soft navy blue scarf that had been wrapped around his neck but a moment ago. “Your hands are shaking. It is common for PL600s to suffer malfunctions in their temperature regulators. Please wear this to help stabilise your internal heat.”

Simon accepts the scarf with a nod and wraps it around his neck and closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of clean knitted wool. He doesn’t want to correct Ronan, doesn’t want to tell him his hands are shaking because of his encounter with Gideon earlier that day and not because of the cold.

“There’s an integrated cafe closeby, it’s where most of the precinct go to get their hot beverages.” Ronan gestures ahead. “The interior is kept at a pleasant temperature. Shall we have our meeting there?”

“Yes please.” Simon mumbles into the scarf, nodding to doubly confirm. He doesn’t want to think about Gideon, he doesn’t want to acknowledge that small black spot, that gnawing, growing fear for his safety that actually, Gideon might be dangerous after all.

*~*

The Manfred manor is wonderfully distracting with its eccentric style as eccentric as its owner. Carl Manfred’s abode is crammed with art in many forms, and the bursts of colour against the warm tones make the place feel homely and welcoming and exciting. Simon loves staying over, even if he hasn’t quite mastered how to hide his pining for Markus.

“Listen, as a big fan of your cooking I know for a fact that’s absolutely delicious,” Leo pipes up, “but I’m not sure you can actually drink that.”

Simon blinks, looking at the mug in his hands and belatedly realising it’s Leo’s hot chocolate and not his mug of thirium.

“Oh, sorry Leo!” He swaps the mugs and sighs tiredly.

“You’re super stressed. Your LED’s been red the whole time. What’s up, Simon?” Leo sets his laptop on the coffee table and scoots closer on the couch. “You alright?”

There’s no harm in telling Leo, Simon reasons with himself, since he’s not a part of Jericho and he’s not even an android.

“My…ex is…clingy.” Forcing the words out is harder than he thinks, and he buries his face in his hands, unable to even look at his human friend.

“Clingy? Yikes, sorry Simon.” Leo offers a sympathetic grin. “They still don’t get the message?”

“I’ve told him flat out that I won’t go back to him but he’s insisting I just need to think things through.” Simon sips idly at his drink, taking comfort in the heat it provides. “I don’t need to think about it any further- we’re over. I’m not in love with him anymore and I hate that he thinks it’s somehow his decision to make!”

“Wait, Simon, is he-” Leo’s tone changes, and it reminds him of Ronan’s protective tone. “Is he bothering you? Like, stalking you? Threatening you?”

“Well, I mean he’s not-” a sigh of frustration. “I don’t know what to say to him to convince him to let me go! Not- not physically! Just- the idea of me, the idea of us still in a relationship. He needs to let that go!”

“Say you’ve found someone else. You’ve moved on and so should he.” Leo suggests and Simon slumps down further.

“Leo, he’s a part of Jericho. He’d just find out I made it up.” Simon closes his eyes, feeling the fight drain out of him. “And I hate that some nights I miss him. Or, well, more that I miss being with someone and being loved.”

“You’re better off without him, he sounds gross.”

“I know.” He thinks back to the early stages of Jericho, to those long cold nights wrapped in Gideon’s arms and how the future seemed a little less bleak. Then he thinks of Gideon’s anger, Gideon’s patronising words, and suddenly those memories seem less sweet and more sour.

“I mean, I’d say pretend to date Markus but my brother is blissfully oblivious and completely ditzy when it comes to all that.” Leo grins as Simon shoots him a warning glare. “Anyway he’d be a downgrade. You’re absolutely wonderful- no I won’t accept your protests, you are, Simon, I mean it. You deserve someone super cool who will love you and keep you safe and my brother is not that.” A pause, his grin turning cheeky. “Pretend to date one of the Andersons. They’re plenty cool.”

He knows Leo’s teasing him, and it works because he lets out a helpless laugh and even a few days later just thinking about their exchange makes him smile to himself.

“Hello darling.” Gideon’s voice interrupts his fond musing, and Simon’s smile vanishes instantly. “It’s been two weeks now, are you ready to come home?”

“What part of ‘no’ do you not understand, Gideon?” Simon demands, exasperated.

“Look, I know you’re still finding your feet, it’s okay! I told you I’m patient.” He tries to soothe, palms bared in a calming gesture.

“My feet are firmly planted, thank you very much!” Simon spits, and he is fuming. “I’ve already told you, more than once, that I’m not going back to you!”

“Simon, think about this critically.” Gideon sighs as if he’s been put upon. “You’re a PL600, we’re made for each other. Who will love you if I don’t?”

It feels like Gideon’s reached over and yanked his heart regulator out, and Simon’s struck by how awful, how absolutely awful he feels as those words seep into his core and spread through every cable, every fibre in his body. Plenty, he wants to scream, plenty of people love me, the love of friends is no less than the love of a partner!

“I’m already seeing someone else.” Simon forces through gritted teeth. “I’ve moved on, and so should you.”

“Oh yeah?” Gideon scoffs, rolling his eyes. “And who’s the guy, Simon? Who’s willing to love a broken, obsolete PL600 if not me?”

“Ronan Anderson.” He clenches his hands into fists, willing himself to be brave, to not back down. “He’s an RK900, with processing capabilities far superior to yours. I’ve upgraded, Gideon. I’m not settling for a lesser model.” Without waiting for a reply, he pivots and strides away even though it feels like his knees will buckle at any moment. It feels like a victory but he knows it isn’t, it isn’t at all.

“Your stress levels, by the way, are astronomical.” North pokes his LED from where she’s lounging on his lap. “What’s up, Si?”

They’re sitting in a common room piled with cushions and beanbags and blankets, in a condominium rising from the ashes of the Eden Club. It’s populated by North’s brothers and sisters, those seeking refuge from their lifetime of abuse. Not many non WR400s and HR400s are permitted inside but Simon’s one of them. It must be a PL600 thing, Simon thinks, to appear so docile and hapless and helpless and the furthest thing from a threat.

“Si?” North prompts, sitting up and cupping his cheek with her palm. “Hey, c’mon. Look at me.”

“Um-” he takes a shaky breath. “Just…bad breakup, that’s all. Clingy ex, but I think I got rid of him for good.”

“I can kill him for you.” North shrugs, and though her tone is light Simon doesn’t doubt she’d keep her word. It’s why he loves her.

“I don’t think it needs to come to that.” He manages a short laugh, shifting to wrap his arms around her and bury his face in her soft strawberry blonde hair.

“If it does, I’ll kill him.” Her tone is deadly serious, just like Leo’s had been, just like Ronan’s had been and it makes his hearts ache in a good, good way.

“I know.” He huffs a not-laugh, squeezing her close. “Thank you.”

*~*

It’s been a week since he last saw Gideon and work has kept him busy enough not to dwell on it. With Christmas on the horizon and Detroit’s humans slowly settling back into their lives albeit alongside their newly appointed, newly legal fellow android citizens, the DPD are run off their feet. By extension that means Simon is too, but he welcomes the never ending list of tasks.

He spends more and more time at the precinct speaking on behalf of Jericho and ensuring both sides are kept updated with current events whether it be the status of yet another bill Markus is fighting for, or the progress on any one of the numerous open cases worked on by Lieutenant Anderson and his sons.

“Tearium, Simon.” Ronan announces softly as he sets the tall takeaway cup on their shared desk. “Ms Essie says it’s their new milk tea flavour.”

“Thank you Ronan.” Simon smiles tiredly as he takes the cup and carefully takes a sip. The coding spreads on his tongue, sweet and creamy and soothing. He closes his eyes to savour it and sighs in relief.

“Connor’s just waiting for Captain Fowler to sign off on the report and then we’ll be done.” Ronan takes his seat opposite him. “Shall I walk you home?”

“You can walk me to my taxi at the curb.” Simon corrects. “I’ll be heading to the Manfreds after this.”

“Good.” Ronan nods, seemingly pleased with the information. “Carl Manfred has a state of the art temperature stabiliser in his home, and it’s forecast to snow overnight.”

“You really don’t need to worry about me, Ronan.” He mumbles into his Tearium, feeling ever the burden.

“Perhaps. But I do anyway.” There’s something soft in his voice, in the small upward tilt of his lips. “I think we’re permitted to worry over those we care for deeply.”

“Signed!” Connor declares, and the moment is gone as he brandishes the tablet. “Report approved and logged. Time to go home!” He skips down the scant steps from Captain Fowler’s office, placing the tablet on his table and snatching up his coat from the back of his chair. “Shall we drop you off somewhere, Simon?”

“I’ll be catching a cab to the Manfreds, thank you for the offer though, Connor.” Simon declines politely, pulling on his coat and retrieving his half finished drink. He waves goodbye to Miss Stephanie, the ST300 receptionist, on their way out.

“Oh, it’s snowing already.” Connor holds up his palm, watching the snowflakes flutter down. “Is your cab far away?”

“Shouldn’t be too far now.” Simon looks down the road.

“Connor, you head home first. Sumo will need his evening walk before the snowfall becomes heavier.” Ronan opens an umbrella and steps beside Simon, holding it over the both of them. “I’ll keep Simon company and see him home safely.”

They exchange a look Simon can’t quite decipher, a probable conversation he’s not privy to, but it ends with Connor grinning one of his puppylike grins and Ronan ducking his head suddenly and averting his eyes. The older Anderson brother takes his leave and then it’s just Ronan standing very close at his side as the snow falls around them.

Simon sips at his tea, sneaking the RK900 furtive glances and trying not to think about how very handsome he is and how he’s actually rather funny and far more gentle and kind than his false reputation dictates. He tries not to think of how much he wants his parting words to Gideon to be a reality and not just a lie spit out of spite.

In a way Gideon is right- who would love Simon, not as a friend but as a partner when he is so broken and obsolete? Certainly not a one of a kind Kamski creation, the saviour of their kind and leader of their revolution. Certainly not the most cutting edge, state of the art android honed like a blade by CyberLife.

“Have a safe trip to the Manfreds, Simon, and goodnight.” Ronan’s voice cuts through his wallowing as the cab tucks itself neatly at the curb. “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” For the Tearium, for the umbrella, for waiting, for being patient and humoring him, Simon wants to say. But he doesn’t, and Ronan closes the door and watches him drive off until the cab turns the corner and is out of sight.

Deciding to return the favour the next day doesn’t seem quite fair, and Simon can’t bring himself to buy just one Tearium and leave others empty handed so he ends up buying Teariums for both Anderson brothers, one for Miss Stephanie, and an actual coffee for Lieutenant Anderson.

He’s partway up the steps of the precinct carefully holding the tray of drinks when he spots Gideon sitting in the reception area. Their eyes meet and Gideon’s standing up and that means it’s too late for Simon to turn tail and run.

“Here Simon, let me help you with that.” Ronan’s voice is a gentle murmur by his side and he nearly jumps out of his casing. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“N-no it’s not- you’re fine, I just-” He’s stammering and Ronan’s expression is one of concern as he takes the drinks from him, Simon belatedly realising his trembling violently.

“Best to get you inside where it’s warmer.” He keeps stride with him as they enter the precinct, but all Simon wants to do is bolt away.

“So you weren’t lying.” Gideon greets him with a sneer, eyes roaming over Ronan briefly before returning to him. “Somehow convinced the RK900 to take pity on you, is that it? He’s not a domestic, Simon, he can’t take care of you!”

“Simon does not need my pity, or anyone else’s, he is perfectly capable of caring for himself.” Ronan places the tray on the reception desk, sizing up the AX700. “I do not appreciate you coming here to berate him publicly, and I do not care who you are but you will leave.”

“Or are you lying, Simon?” Gideon’s grin is malicious and the lie is unraveling in his hands. “Made up some relationship to make me jealous? Oh but that just means I’m right, doesn’t it? That no else could possibly love you, you broken, obs-”

Ronan’s hand closes around his throat, and the RK900 lifts him off the ground with no effort whatsoever, gaze positively murderous. “I love him plenty. And he didn’t bother telling me about you because you’re not worth his time, nor mine. Get out of here and don’t you ever, ever speak to Simon again.”

He lets go and Gideon falls to the floor in a heap, scrambling back in fear as Ronan towers over him. “You don’t even deserve to look at him, you cruel little cretin. If I ever hear of you approaching him again I will pull you apart piece by piece, do you understand?”

Gideon nods hastily, whimpering when Ronan lunges down to grab him by the shirt and haul him up.

“I asked: do you understand?” He growls, voice low and threatening.

“Y-y-yes! Yes I understand!”

“Excellent.” Ronan releases him. “See yourself out, then.”

Scrambling away, Gideon nearly trips over his own feet in his haste to escape and someone laughs a high-pitched almost hysterical laugh and after a moment Simon realises it’s him.

“Are you alright?”

“This isn’t happening.” Simon giggles and his vision is blurry and his LED is red enough it’s emitting heat. “I’m having an actual breakdown.”

“You are not.” Ronan’s expression is serious, his movements purposefully slow as he ever so gently guides Simon through the security gates and into a small room. “You are recovering from an emotionally abusive relationship and it has worn you thin. Your stress is understandable.”

“He- it wasn’t! That’s just how he is, he never hurt me I’m just overthinking things, I’m-” Simon can’t breathe which is an odd thing since androids can’t breathe but it feels like there isn’t enough air ventilating his biocomponents. “I used you, I told him we were together, I lied so he’d leave me alone and now you’re caught up in this, you had to lie to him too and I never meant-”

“What makes you think I was lying?” Ronan embraces him tightly and Simon cries because his system doesn’t know what else to do, how else to cope with his critical stress levels. “I love you plenty. Whether you accept that as the love of a friend or the love of a romantic partner, or not accept it at all- that is your choice to make. You need only tell me once, and I swear I will respect your wishes.”

“Then love me, because I want this to be real.” Simon pleads, and words aren’t enough so he lets the skin recede from his hand and Ronan presses his palm to his and the world falls away until there’s nothing left but the ache of yearning and pining and fondness and affection and love, and love and love.

He tips up just as Ronan leans down and their lips meet and their hearts sync and Simon knows finally this is real.

#rk900 #dbh simon #detroit: become human #you know i'm all about furthering the rk900/simon agenda!!!#annie writes: dbh #anomalous appliances

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Hiii, i'm glad the requests are open. I'd like to request fem!s/o giving jotaro a lap dance, how would him react? thank youuu 💖

Hi! Thanks for your request! I went with Jotaro being around 25 years old here and in college.

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Jotaro watched you from across the room.

Whenever he thought that you might have caught him staring, he would dart his eyes away from you and onto the paper he was working on in front of him.

He had a crush on you- secretly of course.

Since the beginning of the semester, after you all introduced yourselves, he found himself being drawn by your personality and dedication to your work. He had talked to you a few times, but only in small conversations. Also, you were basically the only woman who wasn't all over or flirting with him everyday, making him want you even more.

In today's class, students were paired up with each other to work on coming up with presentations for the rest of the class; each group taking a topic from the board at the front of the class. Jotaro wasn't paired up with you, as much as he wanted to. Thats why he was distracted by you from across the room. His attention shifted when he heard the other two male students he was in a group with start whispering.

"That's what I heard, anyways. They said they saw her there."

"I didn't think she would stoop that low just to make money."

"What are you two talking about?" Jotaro grunted, they clearly weren't working on the project- though neither was he.

The two looked at each other then leaned forward, keeping their voices low from the other tables. "Y/N... I heard something about her."

Jotaro felt a shiver run through his body at the mention of you, but these two were obviously gossiping about something. "Like what?"

"Markus said that him and some of his friends saw her dancing at a strip club downtown the other night."

"What?!" Jotaro blinked and turned to look at you, lost in your studies with your group, not a care in the world.

"Dude, don't look at her!" The other student hissed. "She must have real issues if she dances like that for money."

The first student shrugged. "I dunno. She's pretty hot. Maybe she's doing it to look for a little attention?"

Jotaro didn't like how they were talking about you. If this rumor was true, then there has to be a reason behind it, but he didn't want to believe you did something like strip for attention. "Leave her alone." He went back to work on his paper. "Its not your place to make assumptions about someone if you are just going off gossip." The two just shrugged and continued to talk while they worked.

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All he heard the rest of the day was the rumor that was being told about you. He didnt like it, but the more he listened, the more he got intrigued. Through the chatter, he heard of the possible place you danced at.

Sitting in his apartment, Jotaro buried his face in his hands. He wanted to see if what the others were saying were true, and if it was, the true reason behind your choice to be a dancer. But he had never been to a strip club before; didn't really know what to expect. Getting up, he grabbed his keys and left his apartment, heading to the club you were rumored to dance at.

His nerves shook when he arrived. What was he expecting to see when he walked through the door? Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself to his neutral expression and walked in.

The hard eyes of the burly bouncer looked Jotaro up and down- they were almost the same size, maybe Jotaro was a little bit larger. There was a long hallway to walk down before getting to the main room. It kind of looked like a place you would see in the movies; tables, stages, poles, dark lighting. The women who worked here walked around, some waiting on tables and others giving dances in the corner and on the stage.

Jotaro felt his cheeks heat up. He felt a little flustered by being here, surrounded by women taking off their clothes in public- he always preferred that to be private. Scanning the room, he failed to see you. Guess that's all it was, just a rumor.

"Can I help you?"

Turning to the sound behind him, Jotaro was approached by one of the women sauntering around the room.

"You look like this is your first time here."

"Uhmm, yeah. It is."

The woman came closer, touching his arm. "Anything I can do to help?"

Jotaro was use to women coming on to him, but with the current setting, he felt awkward. "Uh, um," he cleared his throat. "I was...looking for someone." He mentioned your name to her.

"Y/N?" The woman backed up a little. "She's currently giving a private dance, she doesn't dance out here often. Did you want to book with her? I think there is an open room if you are willing to wait?"

His heart pounded. All he wanted to do was talk with you and find out the reason you do this. He would be lying if the thought of you dancing in front of him never crossed his mind, but again, would rather have that with you in his home. But he came here to talk with you. If being in a private room, away from prying eyes, was the only way, then he would take it. "Sure."

Jotaro's mind raced, not knowing what was going to happen while he sat in the room, waiting for you to enter.

Before he was shown to the room, he was told that there was a deposit he had to pay first before anything would happen. He laid down two hundred dollars without thought; he just wanted to talk to you, not get an actual dance, but knew he had to pay you for your time.

The door opened behind him. Turning around, he saw you, dressed in whatever outfit you started out with. His faced heated again, hot with want and embarrassment.

Upon recognizing him from your class, you froze, face so red it looked like it was burnt from the sun. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?!" I can't give him a dance! I tried so hard to keep this secret hidden!

"Look, before you get the wrong idea, I came here to talk to you." Jotaro held up his hands. "There were rumors going around the school about...this... And obviously those rumors are true..."

You looked away from him, unable to look him in the eyes. Jotaro took a step forward, his large stature overcasting you. "I'm sorry..." You said as a tear fell from your eye.

Jotaro didn't like seeing you upset. Bringing up a hand, he cupped your cheek and wiped the tear away with his thumb. "Though I may not look it, I do care about you." Your eyes met his as he continued. "I couldn't stand the others talking about you. They say you have issues or looking for attention."

You rolled your eyes; of course that would be the first things people say. "Well, those aren't true... I dance because...I need the money. I'm kind of in debt from school and trying to pay rent. I already have two jobs; this one here is for extra cash."

A long silence passed between you, neither knowing what to say next.

"Well, I got my answer." He said, heading towards the door. He turned slightly and smiled."But hey, you can always come to me if you're having trouble. I'll see you at school." With his hand on the handle, he turned it and started to pull, only to have you slam it shut before he could leave.

You thought to what Jotaro had said a moment ago; how he cared about you. How did that happen? You two barely talked. But you had a subtle crush on him as well. He was smart, mysterious, and as a bonus, very handsome. Spinning him around, you pinned him to the door. "Hey," you said, flashing him a devilish grin. "Didn't you pay for a dance? You think you're going to leave without getting your money's worth?"

Jotaro felt all his nerves tingle; excitement running through his veins. "Oh, um, I really just came to talk-"

Grabbing his hands, you pulled him towards the wide chair in the middle of the room, pushing him gently to sit down. Quickly straddling his hips, you used your hand to trace his sharp facial features.

This was very new to him. He had been with women before, but he had always wanted you. He felt flustered, unsure how to react to your touches and your movements. You sure knew what you were doing though, as you lightly moved over his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. "I, uh, am I allowed to touch you?"

You giggled, finding it a little amusing for him to be so stuttery. Jotaro Kujo, the big, burly, stoic man, being brought down by a mere little lap dance from you. "The rules here is you can't touch the dancers..." You stood up and wiggled your hips, unbuttoning your shirt and letting it hang loosely open, exposing your breasts in a beautifully laced bra. You leaned forward, placing your hands on his thighs, your face dangerously close to his. "But I won't tell if you won't." You kissed him slowly, tongue prodding into his mouth while you rolled your hips above his.

Jotaro had always thought about his first kiss with you, and this scenario wasn't one of them, but he wasn't going to complain. He'll take it. His hands came up and just rested on your sides, the feeling of touching your skin was exhilarating.

Pulling back again, you slowly removed your shirt and worked on discarding your skirt, shaking your hips seductively in front of him in just the matching bra and panties.

He was starting to get a little more comfortable with the dance now. He wasn't as ruffled as he was when he first arrived or when you started dancing on him. "You are beautiful." He sighed, burning your imagine into his mind.

Straddling him again, you continued to dance, grinding up and down his body and giving a few kisses. Jotaro now squirmed under you, arms at his side like they had been glued there. "Whats the matter?" You asked, a little worried.

The nervousness in his voice returned. "I'm, uh..." He looked down between his legs, you followed his gaze and smiled. He was incredibly hard, pants fully tented. "I'm sorry." He blushed.

"Jotaro..." You cooed. "Don't be sorry about that. Stuff like this happens all the time. I'm not allowed to help though, if you need to take care of it, there is a washroom just through that door there."

His eyes flicked to the door. It was an option, yes, but its not what he was looking for. Returning his attention to you, he pulled you into another kiss. "W-What do you think about getting out of here? Maybe go back to my place?"

You blinked, taken back from his question. Did you want to go with him? Your gut said 'absolutely'. But you were still scheduled for another few hours to dance. "I still need to finish my shift here."

Jotaro pulled you closer, his arms tightly around you in an embrace. "You dont need to work here anymore." Kissing your neck, he whispered into your ear. "I'll take care of you."

And that's just what he did.

Since then, he had paid off all your debt so you didn't have to work three jobs anymore; just keeping your day job for you to pay your rent. You worked together on projects in class and hung out frequently at each other's apartments. The rumors died down after everyone saw the two of you dating.

As for more lap dances, those were left to the privacy of your shared nights.

#sorry if this seemed sloppy #its all i could come up with #request #anon #anonymous #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jotaro pt 4 #jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader

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Norkus November ~ Day 24 ~ Day or Night ~ Night

A (not really) quick and little Norkus/Jericho Squad fanfic for you guys!

Also, this is kind of a prologue for an upcoming fanfiction series (Living Deviant), so watch out for that I guess (???)

Who I Thought I Was

11:12 PM

"I'm just so glad we're alive, personally. All of us could've been killed, so many times. So this is for the android revolution. This is for all the lives we saved. This is for our peaceful actions. This is for the androids who we freed. This is for the humans who supported us. And most importantly, this is for us."

The tall, dark, peaceful android next to me raised his wine glass full of thirium and clinked it against everyone else's. We all cheered, taking a sip.

Maybe I didn't agree with him all the time, especially with his peaceful approach, but he and the others had helped us through the mess, so I couldn't argue.

The other tall, dark and peaceful android looked at me from my other side. I still enjoyed staring into his mismatched eyes. And now that I knew the story behind his look, I was ten times more fascinated.

"So, you enjoying the thirium?" he asked.

"Absolutely," I replied after finishing my long sip.

"I can tell."

We laughed, and the others, listening, all joined in.

For the past couple weeks, Markus, Josh, Simon and I had been staying at Carl's house. Connor had joined us a few days after we moved in, being too afraid to go anywhere else. After all of my own experiences, both during and after my time at the Eden Club, I couldn't blame him one bit.

As the others engaged in conversation around me, I noticed Connor hanging back, miserably staring at his glass. After a bit of hesitation, I departed from Markus's side and walked up to him.

"You feeling alright? I notice you aren't really talking much. Or at all, really. What's the matter?" I took another long sip of my thirium after I spoke the words. Even after a bit of help from Markus, I still wasn't exactly the best at comforting people.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, a little..." He drifted off, staring blankly ahead of him.

"A little...?"

"I think I'm beginning to understand the concept of depression."

I bit my lip, glancing back at the others. They would be so much better at this than me. I opened my mouth to ask them for help before closing it, deciding against the idea. I should try to help him, instead of relying on others. After all, that's what feminism was about. And that's who I was and was striving to be.

"Well, why do you say that?"

Ah, shit. I was really bad at comforting people.

"Well," he hesitated, looking away before meeting my eyes again. "You know that's what Hank has, right?"

I nodded. What exactly does this have to do with Hank?

"I'm, well, kind of worried about our relationship. I haven't seen him or even heard from him for weeks now, and - I'm getting worried he doesn't like me anymore."

I put my thirium down on the paint-splattered table next to me. "Well, if I hadn't heard from Markus or one of these guys behind me for weeks," I gestured to the four men standing around, fully invested in their conversation. "I would go ahead and contact them. I know they love me, so nothing could go wrong with just saying hey and asking to meet up." I hoped that would be the right thing to say.

"But I'm afraid he doesn't love me." He put his drink down on the table beside mine and crossed his arms around his chest. I recognized the position as similar to his stature when we were collected in the large church after Jericho blew up. I remember he had truly believed it was all his fault. Luckily, Markus had been there to give him comfort.

I took a deep breath. Things were about to get deep. I just hoped all my thoughts would come out right.

"Look at all the things he did for you. He even risked his own life for yours. If that's not love, than I don't know what is."

"But that was a while ago. He hasn't even thought of me in weeks, for all I know. He doesn't support me anymore, I don't think. Ever since I went deviant."

I shook my head. "He always knew that the deviants were on the right side. Remember a few days ago when you told me what he had said? That maybe the deviants deserved a chance? You know, after you were going to be sent back and you were determined to not be destroyed? There is zero chance he would not love you because you were a deviant. I KNOW" I emphasized the word. "it would never happen. Then, look at what happened in the Cyberlife Tower. He had literally said, 'Maybe you really are alive.' Don't you think just that one sentence proves otherwise?" I put my hand on his shoulder. "You really ought to contact him. I'm pretty goddamn sure that he misses you and is just too afraid to contact YOU."

"But what if he hates me?"

"Nonsense. Look, Connor, he loves you more than anyone else in the world. He said, out of his own mouth, that deviants might not be so bad after all."

"You said you hated all humans, at one point, as well."

"So? My actions spoke louder than my words, and I had wonderful people to help me through. I turned around to face Markus, who smiled at me, cocking one eyebrow as to why I was trying to soothe Connor. I nodded to him, confirming that everything was going to be alright.

"Who's to say that's not the same thing happening with Hank?"

A tear slid out of one of his eyes as I tilted my head to tell him that I was listening intently to whatever he said next.

"But I haven't seen any kind actions from him. And I was the only person he had willing to comfort him, and now I'm gone. I'm a coward, aren't I?"

He was blaming himself again.

"No, Connor. You're not a coward at all. You're a really brave person, and you need to realize that. Now, please contact Hank."

"I've seen the news, North! He hasn't said a single thing about me."

"He also has refused to speak to the press at all. Hey, um, can I tell you something?"

Connor looked up at me, nodding his head somberly.

"A few days ago, when I was out with Markus, we passed by his workplace. I saw him walk out, and I noticed he was crying. He was also looking at his phone, which had a picture of you pulled up. Now tell me that's not love."

"Really?" Another tear slid down his cheek, this time on the other side.

"Really." I said the word confidently and soothingly as I realized the room had gone completely quiet. The men behind us had completely stopped talking, and as I turned around, I realized they were all walking over to us.

Markus put his hand on my back. "I heard the last few things you two said." I noticed his eyes and lips were turned down at the edges.

"Let us handle him right now, okay?" Simon asked, attempting a smile.

"I think he needs a bit of a rest," Carl continued. "Can you two help me get him upstairs?"

Simon and Josh agreed, Simon wheeling Carl out and Josh helping Connor to walk out. Carl turned around at the last minute, making sure Markus could comfort me after what had just happened. I tried to argue, but Markus stopped me.

"You did a pretty good job there, soothing him like that." His eyes were full of gratitude and admiration.

"Did I?"

"Absolutely. Even I couldn't have done that. Hey, do you wanna go out to the courtyard? It's pretty outside, with the stars against the black sky. Would you like to talk there?"

I bit my lip, thinking. "Yeah, I guess. I just need someone to lean on right now." I cringed at the words. This really wasn't displaying the girl power I had wanted it to.

"Well, I'm all yours." He picked up my thirium drink from the table.

At least he knew what I liked, even if I was being all soppy and weak.

He linked his arm with mine and lead us out to the courtyard. As soon as we entered, I felt a cold breeze against my skin. Clearly, my t-shirt and jeans weren't going to be enough.

He sat us down on a little bench near the sheet obscuring Carl's new painting from view.

"Connor will be alright. Don't worry." His arm slipped itself around my shoulder, and I leaned into his soft, warm skin. Wow. I was really totally completely showing off my true feminism. I backed off ever so slightly.

"Do you want to sneak in and see Carl's painting? He hasn't allowed me to see it, and I know he hasn't allowed you to either. We could always just take a peek."

Perfect. A chance to rejuvenate my wild, daring self.

"Yeah, why the hell not?" I smiled mischieviously at him. "Can we make sure everyone upstairs is alright, though?"

Shit. Why did I always have to mess everything up and make myself look all soppy like this?

"I'll send a message to Simon and Josh."

I watched his eyes close as he sent the message. I was a little jealous of him for being able to do that, to be honest. Being originally designed as a sexbot did have a lot of drawbacks that I absolutely hated.

After a few more seconds, he opened his eyes.

"They said he's doing better. He hasn't agreed to reach out to Hank yet, but both of them assume his opinion on that will change soon.

"Good," I spurted out. "Now, let's see this painting."

This was my chance to redeem myself, I couldn't blow it.

Markus stealthily walked over to the curtains and pulled them back. I helped him finish up the job before grabbing his hand and leading him back to view it.

Although it was clearly not finished, what I saw was stunning. It portrayed a light figure at the top of a cliff, and another figure, exactly the same but darker, falling off the edge. From their positions, I could tell the light figure had just dropped the dark figure to her soon to be death. Along the side of the cliff, there were several rocks, which I noticed appeared to be letters, forming words.

"Who I thought I was." The words from the rocks on the painting came out of Markus's mouth.

"Who I thought I was," I echoed.

"Wow. This is, well, really powerful."

I looked at his face, which was completely in awe.

"Just as powerful as you."

He put his hand to mine and lifted it up, the skin disappearing.

"That has got to be one of the most cringy sentences I have ever heard." I looked into his eyes. "But it's damn well true."

He giggled, although ever so slightly, as our hands finished deskinning.

"Have you ever felt like that? Where you just want to drop who you thought you were off the edge?"

I sighed. "I mean, I'm feeling something sort of similar right now."

Markus cocked his head to the side curiously.

"I thought I was a proud, independent, feminist woman. But with the way I've been acting lately, I feel like I'm dropping that part of me off the edge, although in my version of this painting I don't want to. I want to be strong, and I don't think I am." A tear rolled down my cheek. This was not getting any better.

"North." He moved closer to me. "You don't have to put up walls in order to be a feminist. That's not what being a feminist means."

Another tear rolled down my cheek.

"Feminism is all about showing your weaknesses to the world, and showing how proud you are of them. And that's exactly what you're doing."

"I just don't feel like it. I wanted to be someone that everyone could look to as being strong and courageous. And that's not what I am."

"North?" His eyes got closer. "Showing your weaknesses IS being strong and courageous. It takes a lot of bravery to be able to do that. And I think you've done a really good job of it."

"Really?"

"Really." He paused and smiled sheepishly. "Connor."

"Yes, North."

We both laughed.

"You are a feminist. And I'm really proud of you."

I looked deep into his eyes, his memories flashing through my head. The admiration for him was flooding through me. And most importantly, the admiration for myself was also coursing through my passionate veins.

"Now this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me."

A giggle escaped my mouth. "Oh. Yeah."

I closed my eyes and pulled him closer, our lips interlocking. I didn't stop or pull away, either. I enjoyed the taste of his thirium-covered mouth against mine, and no one's expectations were going to stop me.

I imagined dropping what I previously thought of as me off the edge of that cliff. The perfectness of that person was unsettling. When looking at myself, I noticed the wrinkles in my shirt and how it wasn't evenly tucked in. I loved it. I loved me. I was a feminist, and I was proud.

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