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bleach-your-panties · 5 months

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New Post! Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Highly Suggestive/Light Smut🍭🍡

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"Okay, I've made out the list of ingredients that I'm gonna need for our almost life-sized gingerbread replica of UA Alliance!"

Sato announced happily, holding up a piece of perforated notebook paper, likely ripped from his class notebook.

"So who's going to help me pick up the ingredients?!"

Crickets.

A collective silence fell over all the members of Class 3A as they paused their random activities to peer up at their cheerful, robust classmate.

You, who was lounging on the couch with Mina's head in your lap as you twisted her hair, perked up at the sound of his sweet voice.

None of your other classmates had even uttered one sentence, not even in acknowledgement of Sato's words, and it made your heart clench.

Sucking your teeth, you tapped Mina on the shoulder so she could get up.

"So all of you enjoy eating 'Kido's treats but don't want to assist with the process, huh? Figures." You rolled your eyes at them then shot Sato a sweet smile.

"I'll come with you Riki', just let me grab my coat."

His eyes crinkled in happiness as he made little excited fists, incidentally crumpling up the paper in his hands.

He blushed once he realized his overexcited action and began straightening the paper out again.

"Thanks, Y/N! You're really the best!"

"So I've been told." You smirked as you grabbed your coat off the rack near the front door and replaced your slippers with your snow boots.

—-

Dutifully, you pushed the cart along while Rikido gathered the ingredients that you would need to create the oversized confection.

“Let me see…we've got liquid egg whites, cinnamon, butter, corn syrup, vanilla extract, ground ginger - huh,”

He stopped walking suddenly as he talked out loud and you almost ran into his heels with the cart.

Rikido then turned to you with a bashful smile that warmed your heart.

“I can't help but think that we've missed something really important!”

You giggled a bit and stopped the cart in the middle of the baking aisle.

E/c eyes examined shelves packed with holiday-themed baking products before you had your ‘aha’ moment.

“Our house won't have much of a foundation if we forget the main ingredients - flour and baking soda.” You gave Sato a wide, toothy grin.

Taking your foot off the cart, you bent down to begin searching through the shelves for said ingredients. A shaky intake of breath behind you missed your ears while you focused on the task at hand.

Upon spotting a ten-pound bag of flour, you began reaching for it when Sato halts you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh no, Y/N, that looks kind of heavy! Let me help you!”

The burly brunette squatted down to your level and maneuvered the bag of flour so the majority of the weight of it rested in the crook of his arm.

Your eyes trailed from the white bag and up the arm of your very buff classmate. They then moved over his face, which was slightly tinted pink.

Sato snapped back to reality and lifted the bag to place it in the half-full cart. You didn't miss how his movements made the fabric of his gray sweatshirt pull taut on his muscular back.

“That's that then. A few more things and we can head to the checkout.”

Sato reminded you of what you were here for. You shook your head to clear your thoughts.

“Right, let's hurry back before the snow picks up!”

—-

It had been hours now since Sato and you had left the grocery store.

Both of you worked tirelessly in the dorm kitchen, rolling out brown cinnamon-scented dough and then baking it.

Sato was whipping up the royal icing now while you sorted sugary gumdrops into pretty patterns.

Once the baking had concluded, you carried the garnishments up to his room while Sato carried the gingerbread slabs to begin assembling your UA Alliance copy.

—-

The small space heater against Sato’s wall hummed quietly while the two of you worked. A pleasant silence blanketed the room while you both exchanged furtive glances that neither of you thought the other noticed.

“Hey, Y/N, pass me the icing so I can start assembling the roof?”

A few moments passed before your head snapped around in his direction.

“W-what? Oh! Sorry, Riki, I was zoning out.”

Your sweaty hand held a loose grip on the bowl, the dexterity steadily loosening as you stumbled over towards where Rikido was seated at the edge of his bed.

And then your foot slid on a random sock lying in the middle of the floor-

“Oh shit! Y/N, are you alright?!’

Rikido caught you around the waist in his strong arms. You had been saved from making a complete fool of yourself, but the bowl of icing…

With feline reflexes, he managed to grab it up with one hand while still holding you with the other. A bit of the sweet, white icing splashed onto his lower lip.

“That was close, what a mess that would have-”

With your breath heavy in your chest and your heart hammering against it, you looked Rikido in the eyes before moving them to his soft, pillowy lips.

“Y/N…?”

Maneuvering up onto your knees to straddle his waist, you cupped both cheeks and moved your mouth over the small, golden hoop dangling from his ear.

“Can I kiss you, Riki?”

His heart thumped wildly in his ears and he opened his mouth to speak when you took your pinky finger and swiped the bit of icing onto the tip.

You stuck your finger in his mouth and his eyes dilated while you dragged your finger over his tongue.

With a quiet ‘plop’ you pulled it out, his mouth chasing after it in order to gather more of your taste.

“Oh…damn..” Rikido looked at you with a dark veil over his usually bright and friendly brown eyes.

He sat up on his elbows, shifting you along with him and making your clothed cunt rub along his muscled thigh in your thin gray leggings.

“Mmm, Riki…I want you so badly…been wanting you all day…”

His eyebrows shot up as he turned to study your face. “R-really?! Me? But, why me?”

Your heart grew two sizes in your chest at his adorable bashfulness.

“What do you mean? Why not you?” Your thumbs stroked along his cheeks, making him sigh.

“I just thought maybe you’d like someone…cooler…and with a better quirk. Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima….Midoriya…” He blushed.

H/c locks flew back and forth as you shook your head insistently.

“No, Riki. Those guys are all great, but…I doubt that they’re as sweet as you.”

Sato chuckled at your corny joke with his cheeks still aflame.

With a few bucks and rolls of his hips, he had you quietly groaning his name before you smashed your lips against his.

The gingerbread house sat forgotten on its makeshift pedestal while the two of you furiously made out and dry-humped.

Sato pulled his sweatshirt over his thick brown hair and let you roll your pussy over his abs and the waistband of his boxers.

“Who knew my quiet little classmate was so dirty?” He whispered in your ear and licked the shell.

You giggled then pressed your lips into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, making him gasp.

“If anything, you'll come to know that I'm anything but quiet.” You winked, hoping he’d get your hint. He did.

“S-shit…”

Thick but gentle fingers ghosted over your hip bones, rubbing small circles into them before sliding under your sweater and tank top to reach warm, bare skin.

Once again your mouths collided, chasing each others’ tongues down in a messy, wet battle.

You sucked Rikido’s bottom lip into your mouth and nibbled on it while his tongue massaged the roof of your mouth, sliding against yours every now and again.

“Fuck, babe…I-”

Just as he was about to ask if you wanted to go farther, you both heard a ‘click’ and Sato’s room door flew open.

“Hey, everyone nominated me to come and check how things were coming along- oh ho ho! What's this? See, I knew something was going on here.”

None other than Denki Kaminari was standing in the doorway with an irritatingly smug smirk on his stupid face.

With a squeak, you clambered to Rikido’s side on the bed while the brunette male sat up and pulled his white tee down.

“Kaminari, have you ever heard of knocking?” Sato griped.

Denki's grin just widened.

“Would the scenery have changed if I did knock? I doubt it. I always knew you two liked each other.”

“Oh yeah and how did you know that Denki?” You asked him while trying to focus on getting your face to return to a normal temperature.

“Pfft, why do you think no one else volunteered to go to the store? We planned that so the two of you could finally get together. My skills of perception are unmatched.”

“Well use your perception and get the hell out so we can finish the gingerbread house.”

“Finish the house or finish tongue and dry fucking?”

“GET OUT DENKI!!” Both you and Sato shouted simultaneously.

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#i rarely see him written and it makes me sad #this got long 🫣#satou rikidou x reader #rikido sato x reader #satou rikidou #rikido sato #sato x reader #mha rikido sato #mha sato #bnha sato #sincember #⋰❄︎gotta sin to win❄︎⋱#happyhornydays #💗💗🍡°my fics #💗💗🍡°mha masterlist #byp🌹holiday event #byp🌹2023 events #full fic on this? i think sooo bihh

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pokechbi · 11 months

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Chapter 4 <3

The cold November wind bit at my cheeks as I walked down the street, tote bags in hand. I was walking down the street to the local grocery store. I had really underestimated how cold it would be up here on the northern part of the East Coast. Pulling my jacket closer to me, I look up at the sky and let out a shaky breath.

After Detective Loki had left the other night, I made myself busy with house chores and ordered Chinese takeout for Mark and I. He came home and pretty much left me alone, which I was used to. I couldn't complain, though. It was easier to be left alone than to be pestered by a man-child that I wasn't even sure I loved anymore.

It was a hard task, hiding all of my subconscious smiles from him when thinking about Detective Loki. I knew that if he saw me smiling to myself like an idiot for no reason at all, he'd know something was up. As much as I wanted to settle down and start a new chapter in this sleepy little town, I wanted so bad to get away from Mark. I needed to get away from him. I wanted to go to New York City, become a freelance writer and live my dream. Or just start it somewhere, at least. Some place where I couldn't be found. And with the sea of bustling people in New York, it seemed like the perfect place. I would maybe even travel, or find love somewhere in the breezy countryside of Paris, France. It's a cliché dream, but it's what I wanted, and what I strived for. I smiled to myself thinking of traveling with Detective Loki, but I shot it down instinctively. I didn't even know the man. Before I met Mark, I had aspirations. I had a heart full of love and gave it to the first person who asked. And it got me nowhere good. I didn't want to make the same mistake again.

With my jean-covered legs being on auto-pilot and my mind elsewhere, I reached the main street pretty fast. Watching the bustle of the neighborhood brought me a small joy. I strolled past some city workers putting up Christmas decorations. I wondered if I could get out by Christmas. But as much as the thought of leaving to New York City so soon appealed to me, I wanted to take a break from being so on edge. Mark was working nearly all day, and I usually had the house to myself, to do whatever I wanted until I would start my new job. I made a mental note to myself to keep myself calm, and stay on Mark's good side if I wanted my temporary stay here to be the least bit enjoyable.

I took a deep breath, and inhaled the crispy winter air that smelled of wet leaves and café food. Entering the market, I grabbed a shopping cart and headed to the first isle I saw. I planned on walking around for a good bit, getting to know the market and what I could bring home all by myself. I need to invest in a car, once I start working. I can't rely on him to take me everywhere. i thought to myself.

Walking mindlessly throughout the isles, I reached the frozen section where I planned on rummaging. I loved to cook, I thought of it as an art. I cooked all the time when Mark and I first started dating. He loved my cooking, and that was one of the first things we did together once we made our relationship official. We loved to do it together. But now, I couldn't bring myself to put as much love into it as I used to. I missed it.

I picked up some frozen garlic toast, pondering making Spaghetti and Meatballs for dinner, when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"I personally like the New York Bakery brand. Or better yet, homemade." I turned and was face-to-face with Detective Loki. He was wearing a black winter coat, zipped up to his jaw, covering that neck tattoo that I liked to stare at. His hair was slicked back and neat as always, and his smell instantly drifted towards my direction. I remembered not to sniff so hard this time.

"Oh! It's you" I say with a toothy grin and a chuckle. "Yeah, I make a bomb garlic toast from scratch, but I'm not in a huge cooking mood today, you know how it is." I toss the toast into my cart with a shrug, leaning on my shopping cart to face him.

"Trust me, I understand." He looks at me with a sarcastic smile, motioning to his shopping basket, filled with instant ramen noodles and a case of energy drinks. I let out a hearty laugh, feeling heat rise up to my cheeks. As funny as it was, I felt bad for him. I could tell he needed a better diet, especially with the hard work and long hours he does.

"How's everything going? With the case, you know." I say, my smile fading. I couldn't even imagine the pain this case was causing everyone. Detective Loki included. It must have been why his diet only consisted of instant noodles and energy drinks.

"Oh. You know. It's been rough on everyone. The first 48 hours always is. We're holding the first search party tonight, if you want to come on by and help the girls' families out. I'm sure they'd appreciate it."

"Yeah, I'd love that. I'm sorry, haven't heard about it on the news or anything. Haven't invested in a TV just yet, haha." I say with a light giggle. "What time is the search party?" I look up at his eyes, feeling a rush of heat through my body. He made eye contact with me, taking a second to respond, his eyes blinking a couple times before he spoke.

"At 6. It's about a quarter to. You can stop by at the station and we'll be handing out vests and gear and all that stuff." I was more than happy to help out. I wanted to try my best and help these families find their daughters. If it were my child, I'd want people to do the same.

"Sounds good. " I smile and a nod. "I'll walk home and drop this stuff off and I'll be on my way. My place is probably a 15 minute walk from here." I say, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Let me drive you." He says in a firm tone. I hesitated for a second, "No, I couldn't ask you to do that. I don't live that far." I say with a nervous chuckle.

"Don't mention it." He says, waving a hand in dismissal. "It's cold out, and you've got a lot of groceries to handle. It's the least I can do." He says with a gentle smile. "You can count this as a favor returned for that great coffee you made me." He says. I couldn't help but smile at his absolute charm. His vibe was so comforting. I wanted to give him a hug and never let go.

"I'll go ahead and checkout, and I'll meet you in the front of the store. Sound good?" He says. I didn't even get a chance to refuse it. He was so persistent in helping me. I loved that about him already. I didn't feel a tiny bit guilty wanting to get into his car and talk a bit more, even if it was for a short time before he had to get back to work.

"Alright then" I say in happy defeat. "I'm almost done here." I mention towards the isle of frozen foods.

"No worries, take your time." He says strolling away into the next isle.

...

Lugging my bags of groceries to the front of the store, I feel a hand on my back and a woman's voice speak out to me.

"Miss, let me help you with that. You've got an awful lot of groceries there for such a small lady." She says with a chuckle. I turn to face her, and I'm face to face with an average height woman, who looks to be in her fifties. She had frizzy graying hair, and some outdated glasses. What's with these people and their 80's glasses? I think to myself.

"Oh, it's alright, thank you so much. I've got someone to help me, but thanks so much for the offer, umm..."

"Holly. Holly Jones. And no, I insist. Let me help you carry this to your car, please." She was insistent on helping me, and wouldn't let me say no. Her persistence caught me off guard and put me off a bit, but I was stuck in a position where I couldn't leave, or decline her offer. I clearly wasn't able to carry them alone.

"That's alright, Mrs. Jones. I can help her carry them." Detective Loki walked up to us, slightly waving a hand in dismissal in Holly's direction. She looked up at him above her glasses, a frown plastered on her wrinkled face.

"Ahhh. Detective...Loki, was it? The man who let my son be attacked by a deranged man." She said in a low tone. I didn't know what she was talking about, but I could feel the tension rising. "Say, Detective, did you arrest that man for assault? I would hope so, considering your reputation around here." She says, looking around. There wasn't many people left in the store, but the cashiers were starting to take notice of the situation forming.

Embarrassed, I looked at Detective Loki, his eyes blinking rapidly and his brows furrowing. He bends down to grab my bags, and avoids eye contact with the woman. "Let's go, Cass." He says harshly. God, I loved the way my name rolled off of his tongue. I follow after him, looking back at the woman who had a smug smirk on her face, both hands gripping her shopping cart handle.

"He wouldn't be in this position if he kept his daughter on a tighter leash, Detective." She says in his direction. I look at him, the anger rising up to his face, and his eyes blinking. As he seems to do when he's thinking hard about something, or angry in this case. I instinctively put a hand on his bicep, trying to bring him back down to himself. I feel the outline of his muscles in my palm, feeling the sweat starting to rise in my hands. I give his arm a small squeeze, out of my own selfish curiosity.

"Please, Loki. She's just taunting you. It's just pettiness. Let it go, okay? Let's go. We've got those girls to look for." I say softly, with sorrowful eyes. I placed a gentle hand on the space between his muscular shoulders. He seemed to relax into my touch a bit, so I gave him a gentle rub and let go. I felt extremely bad, feeling as if it were my fault that I had put him in that position. He looks at me, and then speaks.

"You're right. Let's go." He took a deep breath, letting out a shaky breath. I could tell he was still angry, just trying to hide it as best as he could. Male rage was my specialty, and being with Mark taught me to learn the ins and outs of body language when it came to them about to lose control of themselves.

We walked to the car in silence. It wasn't so much awkward, but it was a tension-filled moment that put us in a weird silence. As we loaded the trunk with the grocery bags, I looked up to Detective Loki. "Are you alright? I know that was...something." I say, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, I..I'm alright. Stuff like that just doesn't make this job easy when there's so much pressure. You know?" He says with a gentler tone, distancing his stare. "I'm trying my hardest here. I'm human too." His words made me want to wrap him in a warm blanket, and rip him away from all of his worries.

"Yeah. I get it. It's so hard on you already, I don't understand the lack of empathy some people have." I say, nodding my head in understanding. He looks at me and smiles, nodding his head also.

"You get it. That's refreshing to know."

We both get inside of the car, rubbing our hands together and scrambling to turn the car's heat on.

"Thank you, Loki. You didn't have to do this, you know."

"David. You can call me David." He says, pressing the Heat button on the dashboard. "And it's no worries. I'll be damned if I let you walk home alone in the cold and dark with that many bags. How would you defend yourself with your hands full?" He says quietly, looking directly at me. He looked my face up and down, his eyes landing on my lips. When he lowered his tone, I felt a tingle between my legs. His voice was so gentle, so charming. I wanted him to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.

Still looking at me, he chuckles and puts the car into drive.

"Don't know, David. Guess I'll need a knight in shining armor to defend me, huh." I say sarcastically.

"I wonder who that is" He says invitingly.

We both let out shy laughter and with that, we were off to my place.

#david loki #detective david loki #fanfic #jake gyllenhaal #prisoners #detective x reader #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jacob benjamin gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #david loki x reader #detective loki x reader

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kylejsugarman · 9 months

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Hi syd!! ily and I hope you are having a great day! 💕💕💕💕

Ps. How does Jesse end up working with Sheila and how do Baby and Sheila get along?

hi leighanne i adore u!!!! ive been having a nice lazy day and it has been sick as hell 💕

so!! for the first couple of weeks in alaska, jesse basically doesnt leave his new place (ed left him a cache of supplies) for a lot of reasons and only very reluctantly goes into town for the first time because he's out of stuff. he stops off for groceries, then cigarettes from the general store and is walking back to his car when he sees a woman trying to get a chest of drawers through the door of one of the shops on the main street. she looks at him and says "you. come help me with this." jesse obliges because there's no way to run from this now and assists her in getting the chest un-stuck and into the shop.

it's a furniture shop, a sort of hybrid of antique store, restoration and repair place, and custom production store. he's kind of stunned: honestly, he didnt expect there to be anything in this town. then again, he doesnt know Anything about this place or even alaska at large. sheila immediately starts talking his ear off upon realizing that she's never seen him before, excited as hell to have another person to meet and know. jesse obviously doesnt tell her much and is initially dying to get tf out of there, but sheila is chummily determined to rope him into town. she makes them both some coffee (without being asked. she just makes it and gives him a mug and asks if he wants creamer or anything. it's so weird but it makes staying a little easier) and starts telling him about haines, where he can go for this and that, how things work here, has he settled in alright?? does he have a job?? jesse is like. "Um." because he hasn't been thinking that far (he truly can only think one day at a time rn) but he'll definitely need one. sheila immediately pounces on him and says that since she's added custom production to her shop, she's had trouble taking care of Everything by herself and has been thinking about hiring someone to work the store and help her with coordination and other tasks. he sheepishly admits that he actually kind of likes carpentry and building stuff and sheila basically HOWLS and is like "fate put u on my sidewalk, son!! they call this a miracle. oh, we're gonna be BEST friends. hold on, i have some cookies in my office, we need cookies—" even if this wasnt the kind of work he wanted to go into, sheila wouldn't have really given him a choice, but he kind of needs that direction and guidance right now

and sheila was made in a laboratory to be an aunt or a grandma. she and her wife bea don't have kids, but bea comes from a big family and has lots of nieces and nephews that sheila lives to spoil. she's aware of baby since demi's practice is down the street, but once she gets to know demi and baby a little better, sheila decides that she's going to be that kid's honorary aunt. sheila thinks baby is a hoot and wants to give her all the confidence and pride and security in the world (tbh sheila sort of believes that Everyone should act like Sheila). baby's never going to act like that, but it is good for her to have an adult around who is extremely self-confident and assertive to learn those traits from. for all of her brashness, sheila is extremely generous and very sweet to the whole family, but she loves to roll up to the function with a gift for baby and a "im gonna take this little sweet pea home with me" threat before she leaves the function. she loves that kid

#bookofmajora #ask #syd squeaks #leighanne do u know how much I love u and how excited I get when u send me these amazing questions. do u #jesse pinkman #baby ayuluk #demi ayuluk #sheila burton

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yourlocalnsfwartist · 2 years

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~ The More the Merrier ~

My friend Ayiana is a huge Steven Grant simp so I decided in her honor I would write a little bit of love and spice for her. Ana I love you even though ya cheated on me with Oscar Isaac/j

WARNING: Smut, Riding, Biting, Scratching, Hair pulling, Semi-Choking, Blow-Job

Being with Steven felt like a dream, however I couldn't just have Steven you see Steven was a packaged deal he had a thing called D.I.D. otherwise known as Multiple Personality Disorder though, I still love them all the same. Steven was the most romantic even though we have been together for a few months he was still quite nervous and would be afraid to ask if he could get so much as a hug, Marc well he was the logical alter but he was the host or well the main body except for Steven was the one who fronted the most.

Marc is the best with advice especially when I am feeling blue, now onto Jake well he is the most protective if someone even looked at me wrong he would threaten to gouge their eyes out which to say the least I found it funny and I loved it. It was currently 6:25 AM and well Steven still hadn't got up for work that he had to be to at 7:00 AM, you see Steven was the type to sleep through anything, I tell him that he overworks himself but he highly disagrees, he slept through all five alarms he had set the night prior so at this point I had gotten used to getting up at 6 in the morning to get this clothes ready and making his lunch for that day, once I had walked back in there he was still asleep so today I decided to wake him up in a different manner.

I walked over to him climbing onto his lap receiving a small groan from him and a furrowing of his eyebrows but that was it I knew that this was going to be a hard task to accomplish but like every other task I was determined to get it done, I leant down and began to plant soft kisses onto his neck slowly moving up to his jawline and nibbling at the base of his jaw.

Steven slowly made his hands to my waist I then knew it was a mission accomplish, his beautiful dark eyes fluttered open and he looked at me " I overslept again didn't I? " he asked with his tired London accent, I nodded " Yes you did my love but if you get up now and get dressed you can make it to the bus on time and get to work on time " I explained to him as he slightly sat up wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his head into my chest " okay..." I smiled a bit and held his head against my chest running my fingers through his hair, he smiled against my chest and it made me smile " Alright come on love " I slowly stood up and he groaned, he soon got up and started to take his shirt off with the help of me of course, I helped him get dressed before handing him his lunch, phone and coffee " there is your things, call if you need anything or if you need to be bailed out of jail " I teased as he nodded he slowly placed his hands on my shoulders I always knew that was his way of asking for a kiss so I nodded and leant up kissing him softly, he kissed back and we stayed that way for about a minute before I pulled away " Have a good day at work " I said before he walked out of the Flat, I sighed softly it now felt empty and quiet and I was always worried he was going to get hurt or an accident was going to happen but I pushed my worries aside and grabbed my to do list.

Ayiana's To Do List

Clean up the Flat

Go to the Grocery Store

Return Steven's overdue Books

Buy new flowers

Wash Clothes and bedding

After finally getting the last thing done I have a huff, it was around 2:00 PM and Steven didn't get off until sometime around 6:00 PM so I had nothing to do, I started to sit down before my phone rang I looked at the contact and began to panic it was Steven oh god what had happened, did Jake hurt someone? Did someone hurt Steven? I answered it " Hello, are you okay love? Did something happen? " I asked, I heard his small chuckle " No love, I got off of work earlier and I am on my way to the local park, take a bus and meet me there, okay? " he explained and I gave a sigh of relief wait early? I smiled with excitement " Okay! I'll be there! " I said happily, he gave another chuckle " Okay, lators gators! " he said before hanging up I immediately got up and put on my cutest out and did my hair and makeup before rushing out if the flat locking the door behind me, I hurried down the stairs and out of the apartment complex catching the next bus " To the park please " I said handing the driver and few bucks and took my seat.

The bus ride seemed long but soon I reached my step and got off of the bus looking around and seeing Steven standing by a tree looking around some flowers in hand along with a basket and a blanket, I walked over to him and he looked at me with the sweetest smile " Hello sweetheart " he said and I giggled " Hello my love " I responded he looked over at a small hill with a tall tree at the top of it " Shall we? " he asked and I nodded. Steven led me to the hill and helped me sit down onto the blanket he had laid out " I got off of work early so I thought I would plan a little picnic...I know work is always getting in the way of us spending time together and we haven't ever had a proper date so here we are " he explained and gave me a nervous smile, I could barely contain my excitement. I leaped onto him hugging him tightly as we fell back I gave a giggle looking into his eyes and placing my hand on his face " I love you..." I said before kissing him deeply, he placed one hand on my waist and the other on my cheek, I slowly pulled away putting my forehead on his and smiling.

We spent about an hour or two hanging out and talking about life, he went on a rant about Egypt and how the museum didn't include true facts. I always loved when he would go on his rants they truly made me happy to see him so devoted to the world and its history, after that we packed up and went home, now Steven and I had never done anything spicy during our relationship we only had a few neck kisses here and there but we weren't really experienced in that area but tonight I wanted to change that I wanted to take the bull by the horns so while he was reading and writing down things in his notebook I set candles up in the bedroom with some rose petals around and I slipped into a laced bra and underwear with a silk robe over it. Once I heard Steven getting up I knew it was go time so I got onto the bed and waited, he soon walked in and stopped at the doorway looking around " o-oh what is all this? " he asked nervously and I smirked " It's your surprise, come on come have a seat~ " I said in a low yet seductive tone. Steven nodded and slowly walked over sitting down on the bed, I got off of the bed and untied the robe dropping it to the ground, he looked me up and down before looking back into my eyes I could tell he was nervous, I climbed into his lap " we don't have to do this my love " I told him as he shook his head " No no...I...I want to but I don't want to hurt you " he said and looked away, I turned his face to look back at me " who said I'm not into a little pain? " I asked with a sly smirk, I slowly climbed off of him getting onto my knees and unbuttoned his pants, he was already erect and it was all mine for the taking, I pulled out his erect member hearing him make a slight groan only fueled my fire more.

I leant down licking the tip of it needless to say my throat was going to feel sore by tomorrow, he had gerth like I have never seen but it also appeared I would not be walking either and I was totally okay with that, I soon put the whole thing into my mouth his moan and groans made me feel even more aroused than I already was. I began to move my head up and down swirling my tongue around it, " oh saint Mary and Joseph " he groaned and I giggled before putting the whole thing in my mouth gagging heavily, he looked down at me and took my head away from him making me look into his eyes " A-Are you okay? Did I do something? Are you hurt? " he rambled, I shook my head and smiled " no my love it was just a gag reflex don't worry " I said and he nodded I stood back up slowly undoing the bra I had on and tossed it to the side before taking off the underwear with a smirk, he was absolutely flabbergasted " ....am I going bonkers or are you an angel...? " he asked and I slowly walked to him " Scoot back and find out~ " I said and he did so, I pulled his pants off fully slowly raising his shirt up tossing it aside. I looked him up and down " A fresh canvas " I said and sat on his hips looking down at him now he was the one smirking and his eyes were more dilated " I have been waiting for this for a very long time angel~ " he said, the London accent was gone it was just a raspy deep voice " Hello Marc~ " I said before leaning down kissing him intensely, he gladly kissed back tangling his fingers in my blonde hair, his hands slowly slid down to my waist he pulled away looking at me I looked down with a grin before nodding because I knew what he wanted, I slowly sat up a bit grabbing his member and slowly easing myself down onto it, I gave a moan leaning my head back and squeezing my eyes shut the mix of pain and pleasure already made my core feel worked up, he groaned and gripped onto my hips more once I was finally adjusted I moved my hips rocking back and forth giving soft moans, he placed his hand around my throat, I grinned and bounced up and down on him enjoying the feeling and enjoying the moans and groans I was receiving from him, he slowly sat up keeping his hand on my throat he began to kiss and bite at my neck " mine all mine~ " he said in a deep tone, I nodded and bit my lip " Mhm all yours~ " I responded, he leant down biting onto the inner side of my left breast causing me to whimper and moan " Holy moly Marc~ " I moaned continuing to ride him he soon flipped me over thrusting in and out of me heavily each thrust reaching a new depth and a new pace of roughness, I laid there on my stomach his hand tangled into my hair pulling my head back, I moaned " Marc please, please Marc~ " I said in a begging tone he chuckled pulling out and turning me onto my back " I want to see my loves beautiful face~ " he said and trusted back into me leaning down and biting onto my neck, I reached my hands up to his back digging my nails into his skin creating a new scratch with each thrust he gave " Marc I'm getting close~! " and with that he only went faster the coil in core on its edge, after a few more thrusts I hit my climax letting out a loud moan he soon after hit his as well biting down harder onto my neck giving a low growl he slowly looked at me leaning down and kissing me softly " I love you so much " he said as I smiled " I love you too " I responded he slowly pulled out " Let's get you into the shower " he picked me up taking me to the bathroom, right then and there I knew I had found the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

THAT IS ALL YOU'RE WELCOME READERS AND YOU'RE WELCOME ANA LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE WITH ANY OTHER CHARACTERS, DUCES!

#steven grant #comics #moon knight #marc spector #smut #steven×my friend #steven grant smut #marc spector smut

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illusionaryneil · 8 months

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HEY hey you tell me about your ocs

AAAAAAA heckyeah sure!!! do not know which ocs you would like me to tell you about so i will just talk about a bunch of them i think!!

Fletcher is one of my favorites so gonna talk about her first dskjgs she is a comic artist who in the story they are the main character for is moving back to her old hometown after going to college in a nearby city! he is a huge video game fan, specifically enjoying a lot of sega games! he would totally own all of their consoles i think lol! i think they are extremely competitive, specifically with others like Seth!

Sophia is another one of my absolute favorites really need to draw her more!! she is a music artist who plays guitar and sings for a band she started with a few friends! i think in between doing stuff with her band she would work in a local grocery store in the town they live is as well. i don't think she would be like the biggest fan of games, but since they live with Fletcher they would have a lot of fun watching her play games and would sometimes join! i think she would be more into stuff like puzzles and stuff like that and would introduce fletcher to them more and stuff!!

Seth is so gsjkhd i love him a lot! he is also a comic artist and went to the same college that Fletcher went to and they met there! Seth already lived in the city having grown up there, but during the events of the story he is part of he by chance moves to the same town Fletcher moved back to. for context the two had a pretty bad falling out so the two of them seeing each other in town jumpscared them both gsdjkhgs Seth is also be a huge fan of video games, being more of a fan of nintendo games and stuff! i think alongside that he would be a fan of gardening! now that he lives in a place with the space to do so, he would probably have a really big garden in both his front and backyards!! Seth also likes to mess around with others by joking with them and playing tricks!

Sticker is a green june beetle who works as a mail carrier in the small town they live in! they probably never ventured out far into the forest that the story he is part of takes place in, but despite that he would still enjoy exploring the safer outskirts of town and discovering new things! during exploring he would also come across Cheesecake who is a small bug that was stranded, so he would end up adopting and caring for them alongside doing their work! despite being adventurous, Sticker is very cautious with their surroundings, becoming even more cautious after having Cheesecake fall into his care!

Dew is a being consisting of various types of fungi! they are a Forest Guardian, which in the story they are in is someone who takes up the task to guard not only their hometown but to help and protect those who also reside in the forest! they act very serious, just trying their best to do what they have been tasked with. i think upon meeting Sticker during the events of the story though they would become more relaxed! they probably spend most of their time traveling trying to find ways to help others, so they have a memorized path of a large part of the forest, or at least the section they live within.

Nostalgia is a character who is heavily inspired by the album View-Monster by Lemon Demon! they eternally wander in a realm consisting of the memories of others and has been tasked to guard and watch over this realm. within this realm they have their own pocket dimension that resembles a regular bedroom. in this room they have a computer where they receive assignments from those who assigned them as a guard, but it also contains Edward. the space they reside in does not have much to do, but in their free time they enjoy spending time online and watching movies and shows! they are somewhat anxious, having such a serious task assigned to them, but they are very dedicated to the tasks they are given and oftentimes ends up enjoying what they have to do!! they are another that i really want to draw more art for!!

Edward is heavily inspired by the song One Weird Tip by Lemon Demon, being a piece of adware and spyware heavily inspired by desktop assistants like Clippy! they oftentimes cause trouble on purpose for their own entertainment, being rather sneaky as well about what they are doing or what they are capable of doing. besides this though, they are close friends with Nostalgia who they have to share a space with and always makes sure to let them know that he is just joking around! deep down i think Edward wishes that he could be human but would only want to be one if they could still be around Nostalgia.

#ask #long post #thankyou so much for the ask whoever sent it!!#also sorry that this took so long to post as you can see i had a lot to tell about my ocs gsdkjgds #this was super fun though so thankyou so much again!!!

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fayeandknight · 1 year

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One of things I try to be really cognizant of when doing public access training with Forte is confidence. And more specifically not becoming suspicious in already stimulating environments. It's something I knew I would need to include in my training plans due to his breed and the nature of some of his tasks.

Forte is very friendly for a Belgian but he's also still a Belgian and a teenaged one at that. So a staple of our training is playing look at that look at me games and just learning to chill in various environments.

I'd say Forte is about 75% confident at the mall at this point. He doesn't pull when we are walking but does sometimes drift little farther ahead of me than I'd prefer. And when we stop he does have a tendency to people watch. He doesn't hard stare at people but I feel like it could become that without mindful training.

My own feelings about the mega mall aside, I do actually like it as a place to train for us. It's busy with all kinds of people, there are lots of novel noises, several arcade type places, etc. It also has a lot of large alcoves with seating and only one or two store fronts. So we can have distance from the main thoroughfare while still being able to experience the mall.

Lately I've been using an alcove that faces the elevator banks. We're well out of anyone's way and have plenty of room to play/practice basic obedience. Then we sit and Forte is allowed to take in the environment while being rewarded for settling and checking in with me.

It usually takes him about 10 minutes to go from being in a down to being actually settled. Once he's actually settled I'll do maybe two to three minutes of task training behavior interruptions, then we leave. I'm trying not to have him do any crowd control tasks in the mall yet. Because I don't want to accidentally tip him from observant to suspicious.

He does crowd control in the form of blocking just fine at the grocery store and smaller shops. But I want him more at ease in the mall before I add that into the mix.

Anyway I'm so proud of him, slowly but surely we are coming along.

#dogblr #forte #belgian tervuren #service dog in training #sdit #service dog #public access training #he's in front of a wall with a poster in case anyone was curious #not a real carousel #slow is fast #i am hyper aware of Forte's body language #so I'm constantly fine tuning our training to make sure I'm giving him opportunities to have fun and process the environment #technically i could claim him as a fully trained service dog #he knows and reliably performs tasks that mitigate my disability #he is not disruptive #and is fully potty trained/doesn't mark or go where he shouldn't #but like many handlers #my standards are higher than whats in the ADA #and it's so important to me that he's comfortable and enjoying the training/work

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Could you give more depth to the social links,most of them only Focus on Their disease

Well, for most, I don't have a solid idea. But I can give an idea for what's going on for the main cast, and a couple others. And I'll focus on just their links with the MC (if you'll reference the post the other day about everyone having links with others as well), because I haven't actually come up with ideas for those sorts of links yet.

Sayaka and Yudai aren't hard set yet. For Sayaka it's because any big, character defining moments would happen near the end of the story, in association to her dungeon. I imagine for her, it would be very vague allusions to how she felt going through so many foster families. Yudai's will prooooobably focus on teaching the MC to cook, helping out at his family's diner, how he's different from the expectation of him. (In the way that the natural perception of big people is that they're lazy, uncool, etc.)

Miyako's I have a little clearer picture of. The first rank is story unlocked right after her dungeon, and you find out about her older brother committing suicide six years earlier due to his own mental issues. Throughout the links, one of Miyako's aunts comes to Kamida to try to convince her to move to the city to be with her distant family. Miyako debates on it, until she finds out why her parents never had contact with their extended family. They're terrible people, basically, and didn't want their children to grow up around that. So she stays in Kamida.

Masahiko is another one that I'm not totally sure of the entire thing yet. I think I'd like it to explore his relationship with his dad, and the comparison there. Masahiko is a narcissist, but it was something encouraged when he was younger and now, after his dungeon, he's actively seeking help. His father on the other hand does the whole "I'm in the right, everyone is wrong, everything has to go my way or no way at all) gaslighting thing. Masahiko was on the receiving end of that in his childhood now, and despite his 'holier-than-thou" attitude towards most everyone else, he's very... timid isn't the right word, but it's close enough, when next to his father. Though, now taking a second look on various social links in the different Persona games, that might just be subtext through various social links.

Hoshiko's is going to have her dealing with her bullies. Getting manipulated into doing others' homework, taking over their cleaning duties, giving them money, free items from her father's store. By the end of it, Hoshiko stands up for herself.

For Jun, I'm thinking he goes to the MC, asking them to come over to his house and lie to his siblings for him. He's trying to make his older brother worry less about him. He keeps his princely persona up even at home, to avoid his brother worrying about him. Until his latest stint that got him suspended, his brother had been under the assumption that Jun was a well behaved, straight A student. He wants you to back up his story about that. Throughout it you find out the fight that actually got him suspended from school was started because some jerks were harassing a mama bird and her eggs, throwing bricks at them and shit, and managing to break a couple before Jun stopped them. While his reaction was totally out of line, seeing that had triggered his explosive episode. (Jun was very protective of these birds. I haven't come up with the reason for that yet) Anyway, by the end of his link with the MC, he comes clean to his brothers on what really transpired and what goes on during school. To which both brothers are like "Yeah, we already knew, you knucklehead." Jun's apologies to the people he needs to apologize to will happen in their own separate links. Which I will get to in just a minute.

In Shinju's link, the MC starts out tasked to help her with general, everyday things. Getting up to the classroom on the third floor, getting through the admittedly cramped house they live in, going grocery shopping. But while Shinju does admit to certain things she's scared of (being caught on the third floor of the school if it catches on fire, being her biggest fear), she's not invalid. There's plenty she can do on her own and doesn't need help for, no matter what other people say. This one isn't about Shinju learning anything about herself, it's just proving to everyone else what she already knows. This one I've mentioned is story locked, ranking up on certain days after you've completed certain events. And right near the end of it is her dungeon, in which she is rewarded with a more practical wheelchair, specifically made for her, making it even easier to get around and do things on her own. During one of the ranks, the MC moves some of the kitchen things around so Shinju can reach them better, but that's all I've got on specificies. (If you haven't been ranking up with Yudai at all and getting his cooking lessons, she'll tease you for being a better cook than you.)

Avis/Baby Avis are functionally two different characters... except for this. They'll both take the MC to explore the Endless Forest, explaining Shadows and Corruptions and trying to find the source of the MC's unique healing ability. One of the paths they take will lead to seeing the other MC in passing, though no direct conversation. (Depending on when you play through that link, a new player might not yet know the MC used to have a twin and the other one is dead) Nearing the end, like at the 7th rank, you'll also meet a girl who's a few decades from the past. She isn't a Persona user, but found she has a similar ability to the MC's. She's also been looking for the answer, and swears to meet the two of you again once she find it. However, she isn't there in rank 8, nor in rank 9. Rank 9 all you'll find is a note nailed to a tree, signed with the letter M. There's not much to learn about Avis herself. She's a phoenix. She was born and reborn in the Endless Forest. She's a guide for Persona users like the MC, those specially chosen. But she is one and only and cannot be everywhere at once, hence the reason she's only appeared in front of this MC.

I don't really have a clear cut thing for... really any of the side characters with the MC, but as I was writing these down, ideas for some side social links came to me, so I'll those here.

Hoshiko/Jun: After their unfortunate fallout in middle school, they've struggled to reconnect, especially after Jun's poor attitude after Hoshiko rejects him. Jun starts out with an apology. Several times. Because Hoshiko is too scared of him at first to believe him. Then there's the eventual awkward rekindling. Then an event that sparks Hoshiko's hidden nagging/sarcastic streak, and something from Jun's side too but it's late and I don't know. After that, they're back to being good friends.

Shinju/Jun: Shinju is one of the few people Jun has never been a dick to. He routinely is the one to carry her to her classroom at the beginning of the day. Despite the fact they don't act much like friends until Jun joins the team, he's not a dick. Which is to say, their social link doesn't start off with him apologizing. And when I say "never been a dick" I mean "never before this social link" because he does call Shinju out for "acting weak and helpless when that's bullshit" in a not so nice way. Theirs is a lot of... back and forth, nothing really deep. Some hangouts between rekindled friends. (I think this one would be locked until Hoshiko does accept his apology and forgives him, because despite having never done anything to Shinju, Hoshiko is her best friend)

Miyako/Jun: Miyako wants Jun to help her study, because he's consistently the first in class grade wise. Jun says he's never studied a day in his life, so he's no help. Miyako finds out this is true after a failed study session, in which Jun ends up failing their next quiz because of, proving it did the opposite effect. Miyako ends up having to teach Jun how to study and apply himself, while Jun is doing his own teaching of "it's really not that deep"

Jun/Masahiko: Assholes being assholes to each other. Jun tries to out-asshole Masahiko with his princely person, but Masahiko is actually that elegant and eloquent, so ends up failing. So they end up going to head to head with their own unique brand of assholery. Masahiko finds a new appreciation for Jun's true self (and perhaps a little crush) if cards are played right, as Jun does go and chew out Masahiko's dad for the way he treats Masahiko. (This would probably be the only time something like that happens, as in Masahiko's link with the MC, Masahiko would confront his dad himself)

And... yeah. That's all I've go floating around right now. They need refined, some need thought off. If you think of these in forms of drafts, this is Draft 0. General, mostly nonsensical ideas. I hope that was somewhat satisfactory.

#persona 6 #persona 6 genesis #hikari iyashi #hikaru iyashi #sayaka ito #yūdai shinoda #miyako fujimori #masahiko oshiro #hoshiko akiyama #jun sanada #shinju kawaguchi

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coco-case-study · 1 year

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Some few unpopular anime opinions

If you're as chronically online as i am there may be a few opinions that you might agree with.

Warning: typos ahead bc i did not spell check

So let's get straight into it.

Anyone who has demon slayer as their favourite anime is valid and y'all nees to stop hating on anime just because it is mainstream. You're not special or better than anyone and this comes from someone who watches slice of life and isekai for fun. I've seen my fair share of anime and demon slayer is a decent shonen.

Shonen anime needs to stop with these war/genocide themes.

Fire force, Jujutsu kaisen, Attack on titan, kaiju no.8, Chansaw man. Demon slayer Ect.. all these anime have 3 things in common. It's about either war, genocide, or a combination of both. I understand that it's the easiest and most recognisable route to go if you want to have a Hero in your story. But anime's like jojobizzareadventure for example don't need war or saving humanity as a whole as a driving point for their plot. (Ignoring part 2 and 6)

Whoever is in charge of great pretender is one big fat racist for not continuing with a 3rd season. This is the first time we get a black love intrest and just when she gets revealed the show gets cancelled? Unbelievable!

Slice of life & romance anime is fun and idc what people have to say about it.

Listen, our lives are shit and this is good escapism! Who wouldn't want to watch someone go through their regular day and have their biggest quest be a trip to the grocery store or their hardest task being deciding what they are gonna wear tomorrow. Our real lives are like that too. I bet you that anyone who watches anime and is a full time student or worker. Apart from maybe exciting weekends or evening outs. We do live are lives rather simply. And what's wrong with watching someone else live their lives. It's even better when its romance because you get to root for a likeable couple and live vicariously through them.

My hero fell off

I don't need to go to deep into this. I really liked the series. I loved Kirishima's ark. And I literally have aizawa as a widget on my phone but if you need 6 seasons for character devolopment for your MC who's been on a losing streak since the very first episode. Then you and your writing team need a good and long meeting about compelling story telling.

Requiem of the rose king

At the beginning of the story I really felt bad for richard because everyone was treating him like shit just because he's intersexual. But near the end of the story he kind of proved his mothers point by killing literally everyone that he loved.

This is the most daring manga I've ever read and idk if i shoukd feel ashamed that it's my first fully completed series but to be fair I bought it bc of the art style and i kept reading because of the messy family drama.

The pedo stuff and the incest stuff is just... yikes.

Overal a good series really nails the head on old English aesthetic. Still not better than black butler though

Everyone is fruity asf

I ship everyone in vanitias no carte and so should you.

Anyone in the fandom knows about the canon and fanon ships. The canon ships have written chemistry and sometimes the chemistry is valid. However the obvious gae undertones are hard to ignore and so I understand the fandoms discourse. HOWEVER it's not an excuse to hate or dismiss the hetero ships. I do not want a repetition of the mess that is the jojo fandom where every hetero ship just gets flushed down the toilet as if they don't exist. With that being said i ship vanitas and Jeanne and there is nothing you can do about it.

I'll never forgive araki for what he did to gappy and yasuho

You can not have the first female jobro have this much chemistry with the main jojo and not have them end up as a couple. The ending of jojolion will be on my mind till i die because the way i cried ugly tears because i was anticipating a kiss or at least a freaking hug. I am sad and my faith in love haa left along with the last chapter of jojolion.

For now this it i sure have a lot more to say but this thread would get too long. If anyone has actually read this what is wrong with you lmao go outside.

#anime #anime and manga #manga #requiem of the rose king #memoir of vanitas #my hero acadamy #unpopular opinion #anime blog #anime rant #jujustu kaisen #chainsaw man #black butler #romance anime

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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Today was a lot. I wish I could just. Be chill. But this whole week has just been a lot. I am exhausted emotionally. I feel slightly better today. But emotionally I am drained.

I slept okay last night. And woke up feeling alright. I had slept with my hair in one bun instead of two and it made my scalp hurt so bad all day. James seemed a little better. Maybe. It was up and down all day.

The plan was to go drop the bike off to get fixed. Then go to target to buy a Christmas ornament. Then we would get groceries.

This seemed like a good plan. The bike shop wouldn't open for a bit. So I got washed and dressed and had breakfast.

I finished catching up on my knitting. I wasn't feeling myself still. But I was trying my best.

We left and I looked over the banister down to where we stored the bike.

And it wasnt there. I was being optimistic and asked James if they already took it outside. I knew they didn't. I knew it was gone. Someone has taken it.

And I was on the verge of a panic attack. I was almost hyperventilating. I was going to throw up. James was much more calm. They went to check outside and down in the basement. I knocked on the neighbors downstairs door. But she said she didn't see it. She actually said she had a bike stolen from the hall before too. Which was really shitty to hear. I wish I would have known that. That's something I felt like neighbors would share with each other? So that we could all be safe if something like that happened.

But whatever. James went outside and I followed. And I was very much in the verge of a breakdown. I felt like a monster. Like an idiot. Like I couldn't fix James but the bike had been mostly okay! That we were going to get it fixed and everything would be okay and back in place. And now it was gone! And I felt like it was my fault. James couldn't carry the bike upstairs and I should have tried harder.

I was very very worked up by the time we got to the car. James was so calm and I was freaking out. I sat there with my head in my hands for a few minutes. When finally James said they would step out of the car for a minute.

I collected myself. We would make an insurance claim. I would try not to fall apart. I would try hard not to blame myself.

James would help. They came back and told me to drive to the post office.

I was still really shaken up. We got to the post office though and I had never been in the main branch before. I liked seeing the entire room of post office boxes. And we got the last stamps for our thank you cards. Me and the nice lady at the desk put all the stamps on the last 20 we had. And that little task made me feel a little more settled.

We drove out to target next. I wanted to get ornaments that made us think of our relationship. And honestly it didn't take as long as I thought it would. James found an oyster plate and I found a set of glitter salt and pepper shakers. And while there were others I liked, those felt the most correct. Me and James agreed and we went to get a few more things. And extension cord. Some nail polish. And then we were off.

We paid at self check out. James was feeling a little wiped. So we went to sit in the car for a few minutes. I didn't mind at all. I appreciated sitting for a moment too.

We walked to the grocery store. Which was weirdly stressful. I dont love Harris teeter. But we got what we needed. Checking out was a little bit of a disaster. Because James wanted to bag. And the "belt" that the groceries come down on was actually a circle and they were getting stuck and it was a mess. Then the eggs got opened and they were spinning all over. So I was like. Absolutely not and made them switch and I did it. I did not bag with any order but I got us out of there and honestly that's all that mattered.

But I was upset. I wanted to get Starbucks before we left but I was so stressed out that I did not stop.

But by the time we got to the car I was really upset. James said we could just stop at the one down the street. And it did made me feel better. Grande pink drink with extra strawberry puree. Something I love to get sometimes but is also stupidly easy to make at home so I should do that more often.

We went to get gas before we went home. James was losing steam. I was losing steam. But we needed gas and James wanted to go to the place we normally go. Even if it was forever away.

We got our gas though and went home. We carried everything upstairs. I carried most of it. James is not supposed to carry more then 10lbs. James put things away though. And I packed away stuff that didn't go in the kitchen

I would tell James they needed to make a police report so we could make an insurance claim. James tried to do it online but wasn't able to because it happened at a residence. And so they would have to actually call 911.

They were not happy about this and were very very stressed.

I tried to just. Clean the apartment. And put things away and organize. I would help James get the laundry started. Going down there wasn't as scary as I felt like it would be. I always joke about being afraid of our laundry room but it wasn't to bad in the daytime.

While the laundry went James made the call. And I started cutting oranges to dry and make a garland. James said that a police officer was coming to take the report in person. So we waited for that.

And when he came he was very nice. But neither of us were happy when we went downstairs and the front door had been propped open. Like. It was embarrassing. The downstairs neighbors were having an "event" and had a sign for people to come in and I was just. Furious. I spoke to the cop. Told him about James getting into the accident. What happened with the bike. James would fill in details. I was the stronger voice for sure. The officer was very kind though and very sympathetic. He gave us all the info we needed and he wished us luck and healing. Very emblematic of how people can have warm feelings to personal interactions with certain cops. He was very kind, but I still very much don't trust cops.

We went back upstairs. The apartment smelled so nice with the cinnamon candle I had going and the oranges baking. And I kept trying to clean up the apartment and make it nice in here. James got back in bed. Eventually we would get all the laundry and put things away.

I spent some time just laying on the couch. And eventually moving the James's room to continue to play Pokemon. Progress has been made but I'm still hunting for the last one.

James made Mac and cheese for me.

I would go and trim my bangs and take a shower. I washed my hair. And when I was done I did a little eye mask. Tried to make myself feel okay.

I was very excited to see my frogs swimming around. And then James said I could cut their hair. I put a chair in the shower and did my best. I did cut it shorter then I wanted but James wanted it shorter in the back. So I did my best but it was tough when James can't really turn their head. But it's fine.

James showered. I vacuumed all the hair. And when James was done we got back in bed.

This whole week has been horrible. Like for real. We keep joking. And trying to push through. But this week sucks. I hope tomorrow doesn't feel so heavy. Callie is going to come by to drop off a gift. Which is very kind of her. I hope to make some progress cutting fabric but I have no real plans. I just want it to be a good day.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Take care of each other. Goodnight everyone.

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3-12

I woke up a bit late today, my eyes had a hard time opening when I tried; the light burned and my head filled with the thought of going back to bed immediately. Though I sat up and tried to start my day, my partner was up making coffee for me as i started to dress myself. Since I woke up late i had to get dressed quickly, and skip breakfast.

Definitely something I have been frustrated with, my inability to get up early. I want to change this , though when I try I.always fall back into the habit of just sleeping through or turning my alarm off. Maybe there is another way I could fix this habit, I have tried a regular alarm clock which i hate setting, and i have set multiple alarms on my phone to try and get myself to get out of bed. Maybe a good alternative is to put something across the room so I would have to get out of bed. I mean i haven't tried that yet so it can be something that I will try in order to break this habit.

Once out of bed, I went to therapy, we talked about how I have been feeling foggy today and about and about my anxiety of the many tasks that i feel overwhelmed with. I think trying to make a list of things i need to do over the week and day will help so we kinda looked at trying to set up a new habit of setting goals for myself written out instead of just in my head.

One goal is to look into cleaning my garage and it has to be done before my birthday so i can have a party. Though I am not going to lie... I don't have many people who would want to come over for my birthday. I don't have many friends. But anyway I am going to try I think.

Another Is my divorce (yes I was married at one point but that is a story in itself.) I need to get documents situated so that it will go smoothly and in my favor hopefully.

After spending an hour talking about some of the things i want to work on for this week It was time to make food for the day.

My partner and I stopped by a grocery store and picked up green bell peppers, brown rice, carrots, garlic, tomatoes, and tomato paste. I was a bit excited to cook stuffed peppers for dinner especially since we were going to my brother's house to spend some time there. I have been enjoying cooking dinner for everyone. I enjoy the new recipes that i have been trying and even coming up with. This one i kinda came up on the top of my head. It was delicious in my opinion though I think it needed more garlic.

As we ate dinner we watched a movie; the Harry Potter one with the magical beasts. I was enjoying it, though it was sad that one of the main character's lovers died. My brother and i played some magic the gathering as well. We played one match because I had to go to work. I felt a little rushed to try and get the game wrapped up as soon as I could though because i was starting to cut it close to the time u had to go to work and i still had to pick up the left overs and drive my partner back home.

I ended up late to work just by 3 minutes but still i don't like being late, it makes my anxiety high. And the girls I was relieving their shift seemed to be annoyed that i was late. But i guess there isn't much i could do about that. I should try and leave earlier next time I guess but I also wanted to finish the match with my brother.

But that was my day, it wasn't very eventful but it was alright I guess. I still enjoyed myself some and i enjoyed my family, though some of the anxiety I could have lived without. I tried some grounding techniques to help with my anxiety which helped some. I tried just thinking about the moment and not the future, tried to relax my muscles and take slower breaths to help keep me in the moment while I drive. It helped some but I had to consciously continue to think about it or I would start to overthink and tense up again.

I am glad today gone the way it had, though I wish that I could have accomplished more in the day. I need to definitely work on my sleep and waking up. That feels like my biggest issue right now so setting up the alarm across the room is a must, and as soon as possible too. Ill do that when I get home from work today.

But anyway that is it for me. Ill do my best to try and come back here tomorrow.

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Halloween Costumes for Fending Off the Cold

There’s probably no better timed holiday than Halloween. After all, it comes just before the two most frightening times on the calendar: Winter, and elections.

It’s hardly surprising, then, that one popular Halloween mask is any famous politician. Some years ago I went out as a Senator, stopped all the other Trick-Or-Treaters, and collected 28% of their candy. The problem is, half the people don’t recognize political figures, and the other half get too scared.

So my criteria for choosing a costume: Warmth. It’s not unheard of here to have snow by the end of October. Any Hoosier parent will tell you the main task in designing their kid’s costume is incorporating a heavy coat and snow boots. Dressing as an astronaut is very popular.

I stopped celebrating Halloween after realizing I can just go to the store, buy all the candy I want, turn off the porch light and eat it inside, in the warmth.

Yes, I know--but I already spent one Halloween in that outfit, and never got any candy.

No human can produce a Halloween more frightening than staring another Midwest winter in its frostbitten face. So those times when forced to go out for Halloween, I dressed as an Eskimo (These days I'd be an Inuit, or Yupik). Once, to mix it up, I went as that kid Kenny from South Park, even though it killed me. He dresses as an Eskimo. I still wasn't warm – an entire calendar worth of Playmates of the Year couldn’t warm me up in autumn or winter – but at least I tried.

My wife loves Halloween--it’s one of her few faults. She refused to marry me until I agreed to go annually to my brother’s Halloween parties, which were sadly held outside. Usually I hovered near his wood burning stove in the garage, especially after Emily decided I'd used up my Eskimo turns and had to try something new.

One year we went as zombies. We attended the Zombie Walk in Kendallville, shuffled to a cemetery for a photo op, and then, just for fun, walked into a grocery store and demanded bran. The clerk said, “Last year you were way scarier as Dick Cheney”.

We tried to do costumes on the cheap, because I’m cheap. That gave me two possibilities, both wearable with insulted long underwear:

My adopted brother Martin gave me bags of hand-me-down clothes. Being that I’m a small town white person and he’s a black guy from Fort Wayne (which is big city by my standards), we didn’t have the same fashion sense, but see above about me being cheap.

Anyway, I found a couple of items that I’m fairly sure he threw in just to mess with me. One was a uniquely loud puffy shirt, the other a pair of oversized parachute pants that buttoned all the way down the side. I refuse to believe he ever wore these things in public.

I could go to Halloween as a stereotypical 70’s disco black guy, or as a clown. While I’ll never be politically correct, we all know I’m not brave/dumb enough to tackle the former.

The second choice was something my mother bought for me, back when she (correctly) thought I needed to get fit. It was designed to hold in body heat and moisture while you exercise, apparently under the assumption that you’ll sweat yourself healthy. It’s like a portable sauna. I used it once on the treadmill, and lost twelve pounds in thirty minutes. That day I could have gone trick-or-treating as a zombie without needing any makeup, assuming I could walk in a straight line, which I couldn’t.

That's what I'll choose if I ever go again: Any candy I ate would sweat out of me by the time I made it home. Plus, anything that reflects that much body heat back is bound to keep me warm, no matter how cold it gets outside. Since my one and only goal from October through March is staying warm, I could celebrate Halloween for months … even if the upcoming political campaign leaves me cold.

And if that doesn’t work, the Eskimo costume is standing by.

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march 15, 2pm therapist’s office

awsten wasn’t lying when he told jawn he was nervous for his therapy session that afternoon. if their previous session was anything to go by, he knew that it would be full of difficult questions and acknowledging thoughts and feelings that he really didn’t want to process, even though he knew he needed to eventually.

the monday before last, awsten stopped at the grocery store to pick up some supplies for himself and jawn, and he bumped into the one person he truly thought he’d never see again - mason. the color drained from his face as the other gave him a forced smile, and he rushed to check out and leave before they could exchange any words.

the interaction, or lack thereof, was the main topic of his therapy session two days later. “how did seeing him make you feel?” “do you think you’ve changed as a person since you were with him?” “if he spoke to you, what do you think he’d say?”

“I was surprised, shocked, even. I didn’t even know he was in town,” awsten started, though he brushed the next question off with a shrug. “not really. he’d probably still hate me just as much, though he’d happily shove an ‘i told you so’ down my throat, that’s for sure,” he dryly laughed, knowing that his biggest concern throughout their relationship was exactly what was currently happening in his life; the fact that he was in a relationship with jawn.

when their time ran out, sam promised they would pick up their conversation where they left off, and sent the singer on his way with one task for homework: think about his previous relationships and try to summarize how they made him feel with one or two emotions and why.

leaving jawn in the waiting area with coco when it was time for his appointment the following week, awsten made his way into sam’s office and sat down on the couch opposite her seat with his legs crossed under him. he reached for the fluffy decorative pillow and pulled it onto his lap, a nervous habit he soon picked up when he knew they’d be having difficult conversations. it wasn’t the same as one of the therapy dogs, but it was soft enough to provide a similar comfort.

“have you thought about your homework? you can start whenever you’re ready, in whichever order you feel comfortable,” sam asked off the bat. awsten always liked her for how she didn’t dance around with small talk, she always cut straight to what she wanted to know.

awsten nodded at that, taking a sip of water and clearing his throat before speaking up. “uh, grace, I guess. she was the first,” he mumbled, though he hated to think of that and almost excluded her entirely, though he knew sam was aware of the situation. “i don’t like thinking about us, it feels weird now. i’m happy she’s happy, even with how it all happened. uh, i felt really betrayed when it did happen. I’m at peace with it all now, but yeah. so i’d probably say i’m indifferent about it,” he shrugged, meeting sam’s eyes as he spoke.

“ciara was next. she... ruined me the worst. i have a lot of negative feelings about that part of my life, you know that. it doesn’t even feel like it happened to me anymore, it’s like i was watching from the outside. i still remember how it all felt, though. i’m resentful towards her, the way I gave her everything i could and she just... threw it in my face. it kind of empowered me, though. that was the lowest point of my life and i overcame that.”

“mason... i don’t really know what to say, here. i was talking about him with jawn the other day, actually. i was saying how until the last couple months, I really thought i’d found my person. he was all the good things of the others, he was so caring and sweet, trusted me, didn’t manipulate me... until he did. he was so convinced that i’d cheat on him. it made me angry, because he knew about ciara and how she cheated on me. he knew i would never do that. i’ve never felt anger like that. i punched the tour bus. made a huge fucking dent in it, lucas got it fixed so we didn’t have to pay any extra feels but i felt so guilty. I felt pretty demoralized at that. that’s a good word, huh?” he laughed, catching sam’s smile as she nodded her head and took notes, urging him to continue.

“it’s weird, though. I’d kind of forgotten about all of it until i saw him last week. what he did hurt, but it didn’t really impact me as much compared to her, anyway. i guess that’s good.”

“next is colson. that’s still really fresh for me. i’ve kind of made peace with it ending, i made the right decision for me, there’s no doubt about that, but it still hurts, you know? i... i loved him enough to marry him. ha, again, i was talking to jawn about it.... i realized that i really shouldn’t have married him. there were so many red flags, you know? like... he knew where i stood with alcohol and drugs and he left things lying around the house so i could accidentally end up eating edibles, or he’d pressure me to try drinking alcohol, or he’d beg me to smoke with him. so i did. partly i wanted to cause i knew it wasn’t gonna be as bad as when i ate those edibles and i wanted to have control over it, but fuck, that’s not me. i felt disgusting after. as soon as he left i showered for two hours straight. deep cleaned the house. lit every candle possible. used an entire bottle of mouthwash,” he cringed at the memory, hugging the pillow to his chest.

“he never cared about what i wanted, and that’s not me being selfish. he just didn’t care unless he was getting something out of it, you know? he didn’t know me at all. you don’t even have to be close to me to know about my fear of heights. what did he surprise me with on the second day of our honeymoon? one of those stupid restaurants in the sky. in the fucking sky!” he laughed, shaking his head at the stupidity of it all.

“so yeah. i’m annoyed at myself for not seeing it all sooner, and i could’ve saved myself a lot of money with not having to get divorced or get a new apartment with new furniture, but i’m kind of grateful for it, too. without him, i wouldn’t have met casie. she’s so sweet, she texts me often, i’m planning on taking her out for lunch when she next comes here. she said her dad knows. he obviously needs to, i just hope I don’t have to see him.. my emotions, yes! i’d probably say, right now, i am thankful for what the relationship gave me, but it also makes me feel pretty degraded.. that whole relationship really made my confidence take a hit.”

“you’re with jawn now, hmm? I know this aspect of your relationship is new, but how does it make you feel so far?”

the smile on awsten’s face couldn’t hide itself at the mention of his boyfriend, his cheeks flushing the smallest amount as he played with the tassels on the pillow. “happy,” he murmured, playfully rolling his eyes at the pointed look sam gave him which means ‘i need more from you.’ “okay, okay... it honestly doesn’t feel all that different to how it used to, before we were together. most of all i feel loved. he knows exactly who i am and he still likes me. he’s seen me at my lowest lows and my highest highs, he’s always right by my side. I feel... safe.”

“that’s wonderful to hear, awsten. it seems like you’re in a great place this week. last week you mentioned that you were wanting to build up the time you spend in the gym. have you been this week?”

“not yet. I think lucas said he was up for going on friday morning before the few meetings we have. i said okay. I think i want to try and go on my own at some point, but i don’t know when. i’m thinking i could maybe make a routine of it... maybe I could go before therapy on wednesdays. i like the idea of having a set time that i have to be somewhere else so i can’t get carried away with it. maybe i’ll go to the gym and finish with a couple laps in the pool or something.” he suggested to himself, looking up at sam to see where her thoughts were. “I think that’s a great idea, awsten. we can talk about how you feel it went during your sessions afterwards. now, i’m afraid that’s all we have time for today.”

awsten pouted at that, it wasn’t that he necessarily enjoyed therapy, but he enjoyed talking to sam and bouncing his ideas off her. he sighed, putting the pillow back on the couch as he stood up and thanked her, being sure to take a mint from her desk on his way out, waving a quick bye before heading towards the waiting area.

he smiled at the sight in front of him. jawn, his boyfriend, sitting in the corner of the room with his head in a book, a look of concentration on his face. awsten stood there for a few moments just taking in the other’s appearance, making a note of how adorable he appeared, unaware of anything going on around him. finally caving in, he walked over and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek, causing jawn to jump. “hi,” he smiled. i love you.

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Top 5 Apps For Couples in 2022 Who make your life more romantic

Each partner in a relationship must put in a lot of effort and work. However, the real work begins after someone says "I do" or when you ask him out on a date.

Since Tinder and other dating apps are so prevalent, we know that millions of people have begun relationships through apps. So instead of using other apps, why not use them to build relationships and give them that boost they need?

There are mobile apps for improving/maintaining relationships as well!

Here are a few of our favorite mobile apps just for you. With so many apps available, choosing the right one can be difficult. Using some of the best couple apps available on the market, we will guide you to some of the best options. You can use these love apps for various purposes, from improving intimacy to sending private messages.

1. Between

In 2011, Between was released on the Play Store and had more than 10 million downloads. The best app for couples is this one because it gives people a special privilege, making communication more private and romantic. Couples can save precious moments with this app.

Couples love the messaging app Between. Many features are helpful to couples. For example, you can store video, message, and image data in the cloud to access it from any device. It would help if you didn't worry about privacy when using Between, as it's a secure messaging platform.

You can send cute romantic stickers to enhance your chat experience. In addition to sharing notes, the application allows you to include important dates in the couple calendar.

2. Daily Romance

It is the best of all. A simple idea of kindness and love messages brought Daily Romance into existence. 'Daily Romance' was born to help users develop their romantic skill set based on kindness, care, and creativity within the context of their most intimate relationship.

This solution is simple, doable, and certainly not time-consuming to add value to people's busy lives. The user can select the frequency at which they wish to receive Romantic Tip notifications. Users can track their romantic efforts on the calendar home screen and hold themselves accountable for them.

Available on iOS :

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It's easy and always keeps you up to date on both your iPhone and iPad, no matter which device you use. Just use Daily Romance love and forget about it no more!

3. 365 Days of Love

The light of love days shines in every language. A different language will be used daily to say 'I love you' in 365 Days of Love. Let's spread love!”

Love is the main goal of 365 Days of Love, an app that promotes love tips worldwide.

The app provides daily languages where users can say "I love you." In addition, participants have the option of using little Johnny or Fido as the backdrop by pulling from their own camera roll. It doesn't matter. Been together, we can raise the vibration of love wherever they go by sharing the love!

4. MERGE

No matter how long you have been married, shared tasks will always be between you and your spouse. For example, the grocery list or household chores are always on my wife's mind. The Merge app helps couples deal with these common issues by relieving stress.

Reminders and Notes are included as default on every iPhone, and yes, they can be shared. But, despite this, they aren't designed with couples in mind.

Several other features are available to users, such as voting on preferences or setting due date reminders.

5. THE COUPLE

You and your partner can enjoy this beautiful and minimalistic application. Your partner's relationship tracker is automatically calculated by the Couple when you sign up. Several other essential dates can added to the reminders. Your partner and yourself can also be added to the notification panel. The notification panel comes with a variety of backgrounds and shapes.

Conclusion

Couples who start sharing their finances must be transparent and communicate openly. However, there is not a single formula that fits every couple's financial needs. Using this app can solve all your issues.

Available on iOS :

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Androphobia

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An Android attempts to offer comfort to someone with sleeping trouble.

Androphobia [an·drow·fow·bee·uh]; Fear of or aversion to men. A related concept is misandry, the hatred of men, but not necessarily fear of them.

* ✭ ˚ ✧* ･ﾟ * ✭ ˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ *

Every woman or female born member of society has experienced an off putting encounter with a man.

This is not to be entirely blamed on men- not as a whole, no. But individuals, the ones you run into on your way out of the grocery store, the ones who stop you on the streets, they are the ones to blame. Some women have the guts to tell them off. Not an easy task with the given anxiety, but one to take pride in for the capability that comes with it. Some women stay quiet, rush away as fast as their polite feet can take them and hope someone will see the problem. They usually don’t. And some women are outliers, tricking their ways out of interactions with these men one way or another, and to them I take my hat off.

There are men who are easily construed as monsters, when in the dead of night their silhouettes flash beneath the tallest of streetlights. And there is no reason to not believe them as such right then and there, for as spoken by our Lady Galadriel, “the hearts of men are easily corrupted.” And any look into statistics will back up this fear, any personal experience, any hug that’s gone on just a bit too suspiciously long, any catching of those wandering eyes and it’s easy to feel in your heart that men are not to be trusted. They are not to be confronted, nor left alone with, and they will jump at the opportunity to put down anyone for the validation of other men.

This is the reality of women and men in 2021. It is the same for several in 2039.

* ✭ ˚ ✧* ･ﾟ * ✭ ˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ *

You step out of your old, dusty car. Chips of the dark red paint flake away as the raindrops hit it. Above you, the gloomy, warm gray clouds roll against each other in different shades and sizes, high above the skyscrapers and the stress of the world.

Gathering your belongings for the day, you shut the door with your hip and shoulder everything. Then you make your way towards the Police Department, your work, with the heels of your shoes scuffing against the parking lot.

Across the way, you can see Detective Reid, who rubs his brow while he does his usual slamming of the car door. There’s no point in looking for Hank at this ungodly hour, he’d never be in on time. He’ll probably park his car next to yours as usual- a little too close so it’s hard to squeeze into your own and pull out without causing his vehicle damage, but you never say anything. Not because you are one of the people who feel threatened by Hank as a man- It’s more because you trust Hank as a person, that you’d never bring up the obvious annoyances he places upon you and everyone else. Though, once you had tried.

(“Cars parked a little close, don’t you think?”

“Shut the hell up.”)

The inside of the Department is bustling. A female Android brushes past you briskly, the others at the front desk all seemingly click clacking away in their own brains. Even months after they’ve gained independence, it’s not uncommon for you to remember how they were before. How still and lifeless they were. And looking back on it, it was awfully sad. They seem busier now, more alive and fast. A strange image, in your mind, but not an unwelcomed one.

You reach your desk in the lobby, on the right side of the room slightly separated from the officers. You’re a psychologist, so it’s not plausible for you to be seated next to bias. Instead you’re in your own corner, with a rather cluttered desk on the top and empty rows of drawers. You do, however, keep a small japanese cherry blossom tree on the top, courtesy of Hank, though his has all but fully withered at this point.

And then you’re ready to start your day. Pull out your chair, click your pen and type away reports and notes on the computer to send to the detectives. You don’t have any meetings scheduled today, so there’ll be no need to prepare questions or anything of the sort. Just an easy day.

And then...

As you and I, the dear reader, have already discussed, finding men to be generally scary is an easy task. And even though you are smart enough to know that it’s simply not possible to truly believe that every man or male presenting individual is terrible, or has done terrible things, or has experienced the desire to do something terrible, there are times where you can’t help the cautiousness. You can’t help the flinch, the distrust, the physical distance, the hand in your pocket grasping for anything to use in self defense. Seeing men like Detective Reid in power, brutish and given guns and easily agitated, certainly doesn’t help.

So when you swish your chair around and come to a stand, your heart drops. You’re looking into the presence of someone tall, with broad shoulders and a strong chest. A man.

[Sort of.]

“Good morning, Doctor L/N.”

“Connor,” you breathe out, eyes flitting down as you attempt to quiet the thump thump thumping of your heart in your throat. “I- I didn’t-”

“Your heart race has increased. You appear stressed, Doctor L/N.”

He cocks his robotic head to the side, his eyebrows creasing as the literal gears in his head turn.

“You just startled me,” you admit, grabbing the back of your chair and moving it over as an excuse to create a bit of distance between you and the [possible] threatening force. “What is it, Connor?”

Now, for context, you and he were not considered close. You’ve spoken a few times, though never as friends, only friendly. You remember seeing him last Winter, when he would stand out in the snow outside the station, just gazing up after Hank had already returned to his own home. You remembered how he was different from the other Androids, besides being more advanced to begin with. You’d never said anything about that. It was obvious the only person it would’ve really mattered to, Hank, was already aware of this. And Hank liked Connor. There was no point in interfering.

In Connor’s eyes, you could really do no wrong. You were smart, intelligent, and diligent in your work. Your job had been threatened by the presence of Androids for years by the time Connor had showed up, but it still appeared that they wouldn’t have done your legacy justice. But despite this, interactions were scarce. You were not friends. You were friendly. And you were always on your guard.

“I was hoping to hear your thoughts on a case Lieutenant Anderson and I have been working on,” Connor tells you. He’s always made efforts to keep eye contact with people, and the tilt of his head tries to follow your eyeline to do so. But it’s never to any avail. “I apologize for the abruptness, but the thought only occured to me last night and I think it could be a good one.”

“Yeah, sure,” you answer. “I can help with that. I’ll get the details from Hank when he comes in.”

“No need,” the Android quickly assures you. When you look up to him for a brief second, you can see his tongue sway against his bottom lip, creating the softest of imprints. His dark eyes glitter like a beatles in the catch from the light above.

He produces a light, manilla colored folder lined inside with papers. “I hope you’ll find all the details you need here,” he explains, offering the file to you.

You take it after a moment, watching his thumb let go in the softest, most normal way possible.

“Thank you, Doctor L/N,” Connor smiles. “I’ll go get you your morning coffee.”

Connor is like a dog in that way. Not in an insulting way, or an obedient way. In a kind way, in a warm way. With his chocolate eyes and the dimples when he smiles, it’s hard not to want to just believe that he is incapable of hurting anyone or anything. Especially a woman.

But when you snap back to reality, you can see his male form. His set back shoulders, the robotic strength, the fact that he was programmed to execute any task he so desires. And then you’re right back on edge, wanting to step back from him until you’re sure you can take a full breath.

It’s easier when he’s taken himself away. You can see him through the glass walls in the kitchen, waiting for the pot to heat up. Doesn’t seem so bad from far away, like most of them do.

You return to the chair and open the file. At first, your eyes flit to the pictures attached at the top- one of a woman that looks so familiar, another of a man whose angry brows cover his eyes. Then they move to the written report, and something clicks.

The woman in the picture was an acquaintance from college. The man next to her was the main suspect, and apparently her lover.

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“Morning Doc,” Hank waves tiredly. Then his tone changes slightly. “The fuck are ya doing at my desk for?”

You push yourself from your lean on the edge of his property anxiously. “I read the report on your case. The Carla Rodriguez one.”

Hank sighs in his classic sigh, tired and grumpy from the morning and being alive. “What about it?” he questions, rummaging through his large bag of prescription pill bottles he’s brought with him every day this year. You suspect Connor has something to do with this.

“I had a... personal relationship with the victim,” you begin, crossing your arms. “I knew her.”

Hank looks at you, bewildered. “You were sleeping with my victim?”

“What? No. What? I- anyway. Carla and I were in college together.”

Hank’s face changes. He leans back with high raised brows in the way he does when processing something.

“The boyfriend did it. I remember him from back then, I think. Real angry guy.”

“You’re sure you know what you’re talkin about?” Hank questions you, though not in an insulting way. You know it’s anything but that.

“I’m sure. I can tell you what you need but you know I can’t testify. You won’t be able to use my bias in your report.”

“But the bias is the whole point.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, along with your shoulders. It’s the universal symbol for ‘I don’t know what to tell you’.

“You talked to Connor about this?”

“Well, no. I- he wanted my opinion but I didn’t tell him this part.”

Hank glances around. “Where's he at anyway?”

You shrug again. You’re thinking about the disposable coffee cup on your desk, left there by Connor a few hours ago, that you’d never brought yourself to touch.

“Run it by the Android before we do anything,” Hank advises you. “Nutjob’s got this whole system in his head.”

“Yeah,” you mutter as Hank seats himself. “That guy’s weird.”

“Tellin’ me?” Hank groans.

And the rest of the morning you spend avoiding Connor, thinking at your desk, barely doing your job while you let yourself get lost in thought. You’re not usually like this. You’re very professional at work- you love this job. The thrill, the learning about criminals and their rehabilitation- it makes you feel so tranquil. Complete, even.

But knowing a victim, knowing the perpetrator, still adapting to the change of Androids looking happy for once, knowing Hank pretends you’re the child he lost- it... it...

You snap your drawer shut.

What’s wrong with you today?

You huff out dry air. When you turn ever so slightly, you can see Hank at his desk, eyes already on you with concerned and empathetic brows. Seeing him calms you down a little, at least makes you feel more in the real moment. After a moment, you turn back straight. Then you smooth back your hair, and open a your file again.

“Doctor L/N?”

You look up slowly, recognizing the boyish, sturdy voice of Connor. Sure enough, there he is. Tall, looking down at you with his warm, brown eyes. They remind you of an excited, loyal dog. Yeah, you think, Connor seems like a dog person.

And then you catch the sharpness of how broad his shoulders are, how little effort it would take for him to kill you, or pin you down, or come at you in the dark.

“Can I speak with you candidly, Doctor L/N?”

“You...may,” you say slowly. Connor begins to squat, until he is level with your eyeline, though he’s over on the other side of your desk. From your view, your cherry blossoms pink petals stand out against the paleness of his skin, and then the darkness of his hair.

“I heard what you said earlier to the Lieutenant,” he begins.

Truthfully, your eyes flicker around his face, mostly between his lips and his nose and his eyes. They’re all so realistic. Well, obviously that was the point in his creation, but still. They’re so human. Connor is human. Even the way he seems to move his mouth, like his lips are just a little dry, is human. Such a strange detail. Perhaps you would never have noticed it if he hadn’t gotten this close.

“When?” you question.

“About 3 hours ago, about the file I gave you.”

Your eyes snap away. Connor’s own eyes follow your movement.

“I know that this must be difficult for you-”

“Connor,” you sigh, slightly exasperated, but still holding it together. Your eyes close like you can’t bear to look at anything in the present moment right now. You must be trying to pretend that you’re somewhere else. “I’ll be alright. This was in my job description.”

The Android’s eyebrows knit for a split second, confused. “Overseeing the psychology behind your friends death was in your job description?”

And it’s a genuine question from him. That’s what makes it so hard to contain your laughter, no matter how frustrated or overwhelmed you are right now.

“Yeah,” you finally muster with a light chuckle. “Apparently.” Then you’re back to business. “This is my job. I’ll be alright. Thank you for your concern.”

“I just considered that, since you’ve been on the news before, the suspect could know that you’re involved.”

“So?” you ask, slightly more snappy than intended.

“He may know you’re here and subsequently attempt to cause you harm.”

There are two conflicting sides in your brain right now. The first one says: Now think about this. How could he harm you in a place full of cops? It’s not like he knows where you live or anything. How could he even find that out? When they bring him in, he’ll be in custody the whole time. Gavin won’t let him out of those handcuffs. Everything will be just fine.

And the other part? It shows you a dark, masculine figure, looming over you. Police department or not, he is there. He will cause you grief and harm, do something so terrible to you you could not even fully imagine it enough to anticipate yourself.

And, despite your better judgement, and to your full awareness, you listen to the second half.

“Okay, so,” you breathe out. “So what are you saying?”

Connor’s eyes draw to his left in a stutter, his mouth parting as if he’s in consideration. “The Lieutenant and I had talked about... having you stay in a... safer place.”

Your eyebrows pinch together. “What do you mean by that?”

Connor looks so human in this moment. it’s so apparent, and piercing in this exact second. The details in his eyes, slightest of blemishes on his cheekbones.

Connor leans in, his eyebrows raising. Subconsciously, you lean back ever so slightly in response.

“We were thinking of taking you to the Lieutenants place.” He sees your eyes widen, getting ready to give a vocal response. “It’s a very safe place,” Connor promises. “I can assure you there are many rooms to your liking.”

You take a minute, looking the Android right in his warm, hopeful, perfectly symmetrical eyes. “Connor, I’m not interested in having this discussion right now.”

“It’s just-”

“Back off,” you snap. It’s assertive. Something you don’t usually do towards masculine presenting beings.

As soon as you say it, you regret it, however. The person across from you just looks so heartbroken, almost. His big brown eyes, the ones that remind you of a loyal dog, are looking right at you. How could you not feel bad for snapping at Connor? Sweet Connor, who doesn’t take pleasure in hurting people no matter how much you convince yourself he does.

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The Carla Rodriguez murder case went on for two more days. Her boyfriend, unfortunately, was not yet found. Hank was working on obtaining a warrant based on your instincts that would give him access to search family members houses for the man. Things were becoming focused.

Each night you went home, you struggled to sleep. You did in fact, find out that Connor may have been onto something when he suggested the consideration of safety. You indeed stayed up later than usual, using both locks on your dirty apartment door for once. It was hard to fall asleep. Whenever you did, it became all too easy for you to imagine a solid, big, broad shouldered figure standing over the foot of your bed, waiting to strike.

A man, as usual.

Ironically, you did feel better when Hank- a man- would come into the station. And then there was Connor, who was somewhere between a puppy and a wolf, half following Hank, half fully capable of loading and discharging a gun. Connor made you feel safe too, but only by association. It felt bad to think about him after the snapping that occurred Thursday, but it could’ve made you feel worse to act unprofessionally in the work place. It was best you try to forget it, and try to forget that Connor has unlimited and invincible memory.

On Sunday, you and Hank had your weekly scheduled lunch. Nothing fancy, just fast food from a food truck by the train tracks. You’ll both probably get burgers, except Hank will try to add lettuce and some vegan bullshit to convince you he’s sticking to his diet. Of course he will.

You throw the keys to your locker in the backroom into your desk drawer, and slip it closed. Across the floor, Hank is already ahead of you, tugging on his crappy jacket and somehow standing patiently and grumpily at the same time.

“Ready to go?” you ask as you approach him, your own jacket in hand.

“Yeah, just waitin’ for the kid,” Hank replies casually.

“The kid?”

“I’m ready to go, Lieutenant,” the enthusiastic voice of Connor rings out. He has one of those voices where you can tell when he’s happy and smiling too, and he is in this very moment.

Nobody ever joins you and Hank. You knew Hank had taken Connor to the truck before, but that was just between them, and this was just between you. An odd decision on Hank’s part to make such a change.

“Alright,” Hank calls back. Then he turns to you, the smallest of knowing grins on his face. “Ready when you are, Doctor.”

You just nod your head and start walking out to Hank’s car, unsure of what to do think. In the end, you decide to just not think at all.

“What are you doing this for?” you’d ask Hank as you were walking, when the Android known as Connor was out of earshot.

“What? You got a problem with Connor?” You shake your head no. “Well good. Because besides bein’ a freak he’s perfectly fine.”

Yep. Thanks, Hank.

The drive over is silent, besides Hank’s music. You like his taste, but it doesn’t make you feel less tense around Connor. On the other hand, Connor is completely oblivious of said tension. You can see him in the rearview mirror, smiling and looking out the window every now and again.

Once arriving to the scene, Connor gets out first. You click your seatbelt away, about to pull the handle open when you notice Hank hasn’t moved at all.

“You coming?”

“Mm,” Hank fake thinks, flipping through his cd cases. “Nah.”

“Well then... well then are you even hungry?”

“I got food back at the office,” he sighs, not even looking up at you. “Indian from last night. Gonna wreak havoc on the ol’ plumbing.”

“Then what did you bring me here for?” you question finally, developing a tension headache from how often you’ve been knitting your brows together lately.

Hank looks up and over, an almost offended expression on his face. You can see it in his wide old eyes, the angry eyebrows, the slightly opened mouth.

“Because I’m trying to create a warm and loving social circle.”

“You one time told me die because I ate your jar of pickles!” you cry. “Oh my god- Hank, is this about me and Connor? Is that it? You want us to get along?”

“Yeah, and what if I do?” Hank turns to you fully, putting an angry hand on the steering wheel to clutch something.

“It doesn’t matter!” you exclaim. “It literally doesn’t matter at all!”

Hank is quiet. You can see his beady, angry eyes on you, his jaw clenching. “Get the fuck outta my car,” he says at last.

“Gladly,” you mutter. You open the door and slam it closed.

Looking across the wet, rainy street, you can see Connor looking up at the sign of the food truck known as Chicken Feed innocently. You breathe out, feeling the heat from the previous ‘discussion’ beginning to melt away.

Okay, Y/N, you tell yourself. Just go talk to him.

You begin your walk across the street, hearing the light tapping of the rain hitting the asphalt all around you. His back is getting closer and closer. You still have a chance to turn around.

“Hey, Connor,” you say lightly.

“Hello, Doctor L/N,” Connor greets in return warmly.

“Whatcha... thinking about eating, there?” you ask, both of you knowing damn well Androids can’t eat.

“I’m not sure,” he admits. Then he shrugs, and very genuinely says, “I guess I could have some french fries.”

“Alright. I’ll get you some.”

And you do. And you feel so stupid while ordering it. The guy in charge, Gary, looks at you with an ‘are you sure?’ expression on his face, but you only continue with the order, confirming that, yes, you are sure. Then you and Connor sit next to each other in silence, waiting for your food to be ready. You pretend to be very interested in a stain on one of the back menus for about three straight minutes.

“Here you go,” Gary hands you the food. You take the bags and speed off immediately to an umbrella by the place. Even though you’re essentially powerwalking at about 6 miles per hour, it doesn’t feel fast enough in the moment. Connor is right there beside you the whole time.

“Here’s your fries,” you mutter, pushing the bowl towards him.

“Thank you,” he says, formally. Then Connor just stares down into the bowl.

“I appreciate you paying for this meal, Doctor L/N,” Connor decides to say after another moment. When you look up, you can see he’s leaning down ever so slightly so that he’s closer to your height, and making pretty sturdy eye contact. It’s moments like this that you think you’re talking to Connor’s social programming, and probably not him naturally.

“You don’t have to call me Doctor, Connor,” you breathe. “We’re not at work right now.”

“I apologize. How would you like me to address you then?”

“Well... how would you like to address me?”

Connor thinks for a moment. You can tell because his led is switching between yellow and white. Then the beginning of his eyebrows start twitching, along with the corners of his mouth, just like a human would when they have several thoughts on the tip of their tongue but none of them seem just right. It’s cute when he does it.

“You can just call me Y/N,” you rush out in an attempt to save Connor from quite possibly exploding.

He does the twitching once more, then looks up to the top of the umbrella without moving his head. “And, is this outside of the workplace or in it as well?”

“What would you prefer?”

His led goes yellow again. He looks back to you. “That depends whether or not you consider us friends, Doctor L/N.”

This takes you back. You’re silent, stunned, looking at him with slightly widened eyes for a few seconds- maybe a whole minute- before you make the decision to look at your burger and change the subject.

“How’s been adjusting to life as a free man?” you ask, unwrapping the foil from your warm food.

Connor adapts to the subject change after a few seconds, and you know that he’s seen right through you. “It’s strange,” he tells you, deep in thought, but sincere. “But, people seem happy.”

“Are you happy?” you prompt further, biting a big bite into the meat.

Connor thinks again. He thinks a lot. “Yes,” he decides. “I suppose I feel alive,” he admits. It sounds like a confession, and when he turns his head to look over to you, he sees your eyes are already on him. “Are you happy?”

“Am I happy?” you repeat in question. “I... guess I am, overall.”

“Do you enjoy working as a criminal and forensic expert?”

Now it’s your turn to think. You swallow down your bite. “Yeah, I think so. It’s what I’ve wanted for a long time. And now I have it, and I’m comfortable and all. So yes... And you? As a detective?” You bite into the burger again.

“Well, it is what I was created for,” Connor tells you, with an almost charismatic, joking tone. It looks like he’s smiling a little, too. Cute. “I think so. Working with Lieutenant Anderson has gotten better.”

“God, I remember when you first came in,” you roll your eyes. “Hank was all in a mood. One of the grouchiest days for him. But he likes you now.”

Connor watches you pull the burger away from your face. He’s thinking again, but also admiring your features from up close. He doesn’t usually get to do this with you. The proof is in the lack of response to the ‘would you consider us friends?’ question.

“You know,” Connor says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice for the millionth time. “I really admire how talented you are in your line of work.”

You feel heat in not just your cheeks, but in the rest of your face as well, as if you have a very sudden fever. You decide to keep your face down, trying to naturally make it not look like you’re using your burger as a shield. “Thank you,” you respond.

The heat begins to subside, so you look back up to him. “I admire your...” and you can’t finish the sentence. Not because you can’t think of anything to admire. You know you had a good one in mind to say to him. But when you look up at his boyish face, with the innocent smile and the comforting eyes and the most human details in his skin, you lose your train of thought.

It seems too late and rude to continue by the time you regain it, so you just decide to leave it and eat your burger as quickly as possible.

“Are you done with your fries?” you ask, as Connor looks down at the untouched basket.

“Yes, thank you.”

You don’t even look into the waste of 2 dollars as you speed walk to the trash can and dump it full of everything. Then you hop across the street, Connor right behind you.

Getting back into Hank’s car makes you roll your eyes. It’s not that you’re mad with Connor anymore so much- not that you would describe the feeling as mad in the first place. You’re not even sure you’re ‘mad’ at Hank so much anymore. It’s more like you’re in the area that you previously had a yelling match in, so all that energy is still there. So stupid.

“Hey, you two,” Hank greets, though to you it sounds condescending.

“Hello,” Connor chirps back.

You just shoot Hank a glare.

“How was lunch?” The old man prompts, holding your eye contact knowingly the entire time.

“It was fine,” you tell him.

“Fine?”

“Yeah,” you practically seethe. “Just fine.”

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You stay in your house for another two days. Sleeping has become far more difficult, though you’d never openly admit it. Hank can see it in your face. There’s dark circles under your eyes, far more noticeable than before. Your eyes are dragging themselves down, along with the rest of your body which seems to be in a constant slump.

You’re like a zombie. You’re just carrying yourself around, mindlessly doing your tasks while you try not to nod off at work. Hank hasn’t said anything. He just watches you from afar, not knowing how to apologize because he’s never been able to pull himself into one.

Connor hasn’t said anything either. Hank’s pet has continued his daily routines around the precinct, going where he’s told and sitting on the other side of the older man. You haven’t been observing them much lately. Been a bit too preoccupied with the threat of sleep paralysis to do anything that you find matters in a social sense.

Carla’s case is still open. Her boyfriend is still out there, watching and waiting. Maybe for you. Maybe for some other innocent woman. You keep picturing him towering over you, his shoulders looming, strong jaw twitching with anger. Those masculine brows, defined with the intent to strike at you. Kill you, like your old friend.

Finally, on the fourth day of little to know sleep, you fell asleep at your desk. Completely zonked out, your head slumped against the surface, squishing your cheek in the process. Connor jumped up from his seat, Hank following shortly after. But there was no threat, you were simply resting. Once the two realized this, they calmed a little. Hank opted to send Connor over to you to check you out, crossing his arms as he got ready to observe.

The Android creeps over. Your breathing is steady. So is your heartrate. You’re not in shock or anything at all. You’re not even hurt.

“Y/N?” he prompts lightly, now crouched to be close enough to your ear so he can whisper. His chocolate eyes glance around the precinct, looking for anyone who might have noticed you to try and save you some embarrassment. Then he glances towards the Captain in his office, and he knows he has to hurry himself so you don’t get caught and reprimanded.

“Doctor L/N?”

No response. Connor looks back at Hank, who shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly with little help.

“Doctor L/N, you have to wake up,” he tells you, poking the back of your slumped shoulder.

You were asleep, yes, but apparently not very deeply. You stir from your slumber, raising your head and your mousy appearance to look over at Connor with confused eyes.

“What happened?” you strain, stretching. Connor detects a bit of drool on the corner of your lips.

“You fell asleep at work,” Connor explains slowly.

“I did?” you squint, obviously still out of it.

“You have... drool on your lips.”

You wipe the left corner. “The other side,” Connor gestures lightly to his own lips. “Yes. You got it.”

“Was I out for long?” you look around, adjusting to the so very bright lights of the building.

“No,” Connor answers in that sweet, sweet voice of his. “Maybe a minute, or two.”

“Oh,” you say, your eyes wandering around.

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That night, it rains.

Thunder echoes, with ripples of light from the lightning that bears across the sky like great claw hands.

You watch the view out your window from the middle of your bed for a long time. You’re curled up in a ball on the blankets, not even under them. You’re just there, watching the sky that reflects in your eyes.

A sudden stir in you gives you a change of heart. Something you can’t explain to the fullest extent, something not even I, the one in charge of relaying all that’s happening to you, could explain the exact feeling. It’s like the snapping of a rubber band at 2:15 in the morning.

You can’t stay in this apartment anymore. Not even two locks are enough to protect you. Not your kitchen knives, or the gun given to you from the department for self defense. None of it seems like enough, because all of those things are used after something happens. They don’t prevent it.

You’re in a hurry. The comfiest pajamas you own are soaked in the salty rain water and protected only by the simplest of winter coats you own. It’s nice, though not appropriate for the current weather of course. Your hair gets drenched fast. Every individual drip that falls from the tip of your nose is felt, like you’re more hyperaware than usual.

Now you’ve arrived at a house. A one story, fairly inexpensive home with a garage and recognizable old car out front. As you approach, you can already hear the barking of a dog, see a neighbor turn their lights on briefly to observe you, and feel the shivering of your knuckles as they tap on the door sporadically.

Come on, Hank, you think. Please protect me. Please do this for me.

And, believe me, Hank Anderson would’ve done it had he been awake. But he hadn’t been, and so he didn’t answer the door. Instead, the door swings open, and inside you see an Android.

A tall one, with soft facial features. He has long, dark eyelashes framing dark eyes, surrounded by dark hair. He’s clean and clear cut, very put together. It’s Connor, Hank’s pet that you’ve never been able to get the hang of knowing. And he’s as shocked as you are.

Your drenched hair, shivering body, distant look in your eyes. Though, Connor’s unsure of how he would appear if he had to show up to anyone’s house at 2:34am. Probably unwell. Probably a little bit like you.

“Doctor L/N,” he says, though it seems mostly to himself. His parched lips barely move, though you notice how pink they look in comparison to everything else right now.

“Can I come in?”

Connor is still for a few seconds, obviously still processing your appearance. For what, you don’t know. Must’ve been one of the few things he’s simply unable to calculate. But then he moves himself to the side, and you carry yourself in.

As soon as the door closes behind you, everything is so much warmer. You haven’t been to Hank’s place in months, but it still feels as homey as it did before. It’s cleaner than it was a year ago. There’s more pictures on the walls, more clutter lining the shelves. He’s starting to care about things again. That’s good.

“What are you doing here?” you suddenly ask, turning around to face Connor.

That’s right- what is he doing here? He and Hank couldn’t be living together, could they? Or is... or is it that Hank is pretending Connor is someone else, too?

Connor’s led goes yellow, then blue, then back to yellow. “Lieutenant Anderson has offered me a place to stay until I’m ready to go on myself,” he explains, though the way it looks at you makes it seem like Connor doesn’t want to tell you this. Like he feels the need to explain himself.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

You wipe your face, smearing your leftover makeup from your eye with the rain water. It burns, but you can’t feel it over the cold. “I uh- um... I’ve been having trouble- trouble sleeping.”

Connor’s lips close, and he looks at you in understanding as you stand there, now feeling your own pressure of having to explain yourself.

“Just like... at my place I can’t- can’t sleep. Not a lot of it.”

Connor knows he shouldn’t, but it’s right there on the very tip of his tongue. It’s so close to just spilling out, until finally it does, all at once. He’s too curious to try and stop it. “Why?”

“I just- I can’t-”

You’re looking everywhere. The floor, the wall, covering your eyes with your arm or your hand, shifting back and forth between feet, making a soggy spot on the floor from your dripping clothes.

“Can’t sleep.”

When you look up to Connor again, you feel better. Still panicked, but like you’re not in trouble. His eyes are so soft. They’re so human, and comforting. He looks at you like he understands, and like he’s not upset. You can see why Hank would pretend he is who he is now. But there’s no one for you to pretend who Connor is. He’s just Connor. And he’s better than you.

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Connor lets you wear one of his sets of identical clothes. It’s a grey t-shirt and blue pajama pants. Your hair is still wet, but Connor doesn’t say anything. He lets you sit on the couch and watch one of Hank’s basketball recordings while he goes to make tea.

He brings it to you and sets it down on the coffee table in front, but like days ago, you can’t bring yourself to touch it. Connor’s made himself a cup too, but doesn’t drink it. It’s deadly silent, the only light coming from the faint glow of the tv, the only sound coming from the biases of those annoying sports commentators.

“Connor?” you whisper hoarsely, turning your body to face him.

He looks over at you, at full attention. Such a soft boy.

“Do you think I’m afraid of anything?”

Connor’s led goes yellow. It flickers in circles until finally he says, “What do you mean, Y/N?”

You look down at your hands. “W-when I try to sleep, I see someone,” you say, not bearing to look at anyone from that gender for a moment. “He never leaves me alone. I feel like I- like I’m seeing this thing everywhere. I can’t avoid it. It won’t leave me alone.”

“What is it?” Connor prods gently, leaning in in that innocent, but curious way he does.

You open your mouth like you’re going to answer, but then your mouth goes dry. Instead, you just shrug your shoulders in a weak attempt of lying.

“Um... why are you still awake?” you ask instead.

“Androids don’t need to sleep,” Connor explains to you. “We just power down to conserve energy, but I don’t need as much as others.”

A light puff of air escapes your nose in time with the flickering of the corners of your lips. “Sounds like you’re bragging,” you tease for a second.

Then it goes quiet.

“I don’t think you’re scared of anything,” you hear Connor’s voice say clearly. “At least, not that I’ve seen. You’re very diligent in your work.”

You take the compliment. It warms your chest for a moment, but the pit inside you is not so easily gotten rid of.

Your nails scrape against each other, breaking while you pick at one of your index fingers. “I think I have like... this fear of men. Fear of something.”

Connor’s led goes yellow.

“Androphobia, also known as the fear of male presences, affects nearly one third of the current female population.”

Connor watches you continue to pick at your nails. The memory of you standing at the door step, shivering like a kitten, drowning in the rain water stays on his mind. “Is this what you think you have, Y/N?” he asks, though this time it’s far more soft.

It sounds like he really cares.

You look up to him, your eyes glossing over from stress and the incoming wave of tears you can feel in the back of your throat.

“I can assure you, Doctor L/N, you are safe here,” Connor continues, holding eye contact as he speaks. “I won’t let any kind of harm get to you.”

The tears in your eyes seem less violent now. Like they’re disappearing already. And that’s how the story ends, in fact. With you, looking up at Connor, seated on Hank’s couch with your hair dripping around you- him promising not to hurt you. It ends on the silence that follows, right between the stare the two of you share.

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This is the first thing I’ve proof read. Also one of the longest things I’ve written somehow? It was fun. I apologize for any mistakes as English is not my first language.

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