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chaoticproductivity · 1 year

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Love in 3 A.U. - Middle

[2/6]

Porque amar es mucho más que enamorarse Y el amor es más que dar, hay que quedarse Aunque las primeras veces se nos van

People greeted Naruto, regardless of Sasuke's somber and crestfallen presence behind the blonde, because otherwise it was Uzumaki himself who brought up conversations with passers-by or offered information, remembered dates and small events, favors and business, the usual activities of a extrovert who helped the community not just because that was his job as mayor and leader, but because he genuinely cared about all those people.

It wasn't always like this, but there were decades of memories in between, and neither Naruto nor that village were ones to dwell on the past.

The central square had well-pruned trees, decorated year-round with paper lanterns and little lights like fireflies between the branches, another tourist spot worthy of a postcard. On the other side, the illuminated sign of the 'Shadow', the Nara family's bar, came on. To the right, the tables of Chouji's pasta restaurant were set up even on the sidewalk, vases of flowers on checkered tablecloths; on the left, there was light over the best-selling books at the window – which best-selling rank, Sasuke couldn't tell. Picturesque.

Naruto held the door open for Sasuke to pass through. They were the first at the bar, which looked deserted. The environment had been preserved as in Sasuke's memories, although he had only rushed in there, in passing, looking for Shikamaru to play games, then schoolwork. The long counter with high stools stretched the entire length of the left side, a mirror at the back of the liquor shelves made them look fuller, and the space, wider; a saloon door at the end of the counter leading to the kitchen and the back; to the right, square four-seat tables in rows, a red velvet pool table with the balls bordered by the triangle, cues in the wall-mounted bracket, a tiny stage that could held a small band - at the time occupied only by a small set of drums - and the unisex bathroom entrance.

Before they entered, Naruto confided in him that Shikaku had passed away the year before. Shikamaru was quite shaken by the sudden loss of his father, who was in good health until he wasn't. Sasuke nodded, not intending to bring up the subject. If the blonde hadn't said anything, the Uchiha would have noticed the subtle update the place had undergone: two large flat-screen TVs in strategic corners of the bar; it was a change the boy genius had suggested to his father since he was little, because drunks, while distracted, especially with sports programs, did not feel compelled to fight. Shikaku never complied, but the strategy was proving effective for the new administration.

'Shika?', Naruto called his friend, directing Sasuke to one of the high stools in the middle of the counter, the suitcase snuggled between their stools, while he called the owner and deputy mayor.

The brunette deposited his body on the bench as if it were a bag of bones. He shouldn't be tired, the train ride was comfortable, but he felt exhausted. He raised his head when he heard the saloon doors creak, but it wasn't Shikamaru who walked out.

'Yo, Hinata.'

'Naruto-kun.'

The person who emerged was a woman around their age, if the smile lines around her eyes and mouth were any indication. And oh my, her eyes! Sasuke had never seen eyes like that, with that shine, contoured by a light makeup just to smooth the lines, not hide them, and highlight the beauty, with a light lipstick on the lips. She had her hair pulled back in a deliberately loose, clumsy bun, the type that looked like needed some time to get into that controlled disheveled state, paired with a long-sleeved black turtleneck, beige leather shorts over black tights; under her clothes, he could see her short stature, full breasts, voluminous hips, as well as a slightly bulging belly, a once-thin waist, arms that spread, thick thighs that brushed against each other.

Sasuke's scrutiny was so detailed that it felt like it had taken her five minutes to get to them, when it couldn't have been more than five seconds.

For 38 years, he never believed it was true or even possible; and if it was possible, he never believed it would happen to him, but there it was: Uchiha Sasuke fell in love at first sight with that woman his best friend called Hinata.

'Oi, teme.'

Naruto snapped his fingers in front of her face and it was like an abrupt end to Sasuke's desire induced transe. Not only had he fully scrutinized Hinata, but his mind had wandered, without his permission, and conjured up images of the two of them together, waking up, tangled in impractical white sheets, strolling across prairies, cooking together in a rustic kitchen overlooking a snowy backyard, reading together at each end of a fluffy sofa, sharing the other's presence, making love and fucking, getting to know each other, fighting, reconciling, arguing, making up, making out, loving each other.

The images caught him with the strength, the smell, and the nostalgia of real memories.

Of a place where time does not pass.

Of a possible future.

Of an alternate reality.

Of a sleeping desire.

Of a life already lived.

'Are you okay, Sasuke?'

'Yeah.' The Uchiha came back to reality feeling dizzy. He blinked several times to try to place himself in the present, pearly and azure eyes watching him with equal concern. 'I'm just tired.'

'Are you sure you want something to drink?'

Honestly, he'd lost the will to get drunk enough to sleep the dreamless sleep he'd planned, but saying so would mean Naruto would want to take him home and that would make him lose Hinata soon after finding her.

'I'm sure," he replied simply. 'Black beer.'

If Naruto found drink of choice strange, he didn't comment, just turned to Hinata:

'Hinata-chan, a black beer and a regular, please.'

'Will you want snacks with that?'

'Fried tofu and fried nori.'

'Got it.''

She also had beautiful teeth, straight and white, well cared for. Hinata looked like the type of person who flossed every day, as per the dentists' recommendations. Her nails were clipped short, sheer nail polish making them shimmer a little as she jotted down the order on a pad. The scratch of her pen sent tingles through his brain.

'Sasuke-san.'

Was this the first time she had called him by name? He'd almost missed it, distracted as he was looking at her hands.

'Huh?' Onyx eyes rose to the pearly ones and Hinata smiled, wide and genuinely, an amused gleam found him.

'Nice to meet you.' She detached the sheet from the pad with a practiced movement. 'My name is Hinata, if you need anything else.'

And she went to get their drinks and snacks.

'Quit drooling.'

'What?'

'I can see you checking Hinata out from across the street.'

'I wasn't…', Sasuke broke off. Naruto was staring at him with a raised eyebrow, chin in hand, elbow on the counter. What good would it do to lie? 'Hinata... She's not from here.'

'No' The Uzumaki scratched his stubble, thoughtfully. 'She came here about 11, 12 years ago.'

'To do what?' It was still difficult for the Uchiha to conceive that people could voluntarily choose to come and stay in Konoha.

'Ask her yourself, so you have something to talk about instead of just staring at her like someone who won the lottery and went nuts with the news.'

Sasuke didn't even try to argue, he knew his friend was right. Realizing that Hinata was attractive hadn't been difficult at all; to want her, even less so. Doing something about it didn't have to be either. He was too old to care about playing games. And from Naruto's words, it wasn't hard to deduce that she wouldn't have any impediments to his advances.

Sasuke got off the high stool and left Naruto smiling to himself. He went to the bathroom, sniffed the shirt he was wearing, confirming the deodorant was still holding, albeit a little wrinkled. He didn't have a stubble, because it took about a week without a razor blade for a single hair to appear on his face, even at nearly 40 years old. He considered running water through his hair to settle it back, but from previous experience he knew that this would only give him unwanted frizz.

He returned to the blonde's side just as Hinata placed the snacks on the counter, followed by the drinks on acrylic coasters. Sasuke was quick enough to place his hand over hers as Hinata finished putting down his mug. Her pale eyes rose to his accompanied by a small smile. She didn't immediately try to withdraw her hand.

'Hinata! Four beers here, please!' The call startled her, pulling her out of the little world their exchanged glances had created. A little world of chilly mornings, messy beds, slow sex, intense orgasms.

'Right away', the waitress replied, taking her hand from under Sasuke's, slowly. When she found herself loose, she hurried to get more mugs to fulfill the order of the people who had entered the bar while the Uchiha was in the bathroom.

Naruto chuckled and took a sip of his beer which left foam on his mustache. Sasuke poked him in the ribs as best he could in the distance between the seats.

'What happened to you?', asked the blonde, still with a smile on his face. 'Not that it's bad, but I've never seen you flirt so shamelessly before.'

Sasuke took a sip of his black beer, thinking. It usually didn't take him much to get laid, his looks were still responsible for doing 90% of the work of seducing partners, and he hadn't let go of his body even while serving his sentence. In fact, manual labor even helped tone his emaciated muscles from days – and some nights – at the office and little time at the gym.

But in fact it was the first time he was determined to be chosen by the other person as well. To make her want him the way he was wanting her.

What had happened to him?

He shrugged.

'I just liked her.'

Sasuke made the beer swirl in the mug.

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newstfionline · 2 years

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Sunday, October 30, 2022

Be careful on Halloween (WSJ) Halloween is the most dangerous night of the year for pedestrians. The risk of death increases 43% compared to other nights in the US, according to one study, as costume-clad children and their parents crisscross streets after dark. Making matters worse, this year’s holiday comes at a time when the US is facing record traffic casualties, with pedestrian fatalities at their highest in 40 years.

Pelosi attack shocks country (AP) An America that can already feel like it’s hurtling toward political disintegration has been jolted yet again, this time by the violent attack on the husband of House Speaker Nancy Pelosi less than two weeks before Election Day. Seizing a hammer and leaving a trail of broken glass, an intruder broke into the couple’s San Francisco home early Friday and repeatedly struck Paul Pelosi, 82. He had surgery to repair a skull fracture and serious injuries to his right arm and hands, and his doctors expect a full recovery, the speaker’s office said. The assailant confronted Paul Pelosi by shouting, “Where is Nancy,” according to another person familiar with the situation. The calling out of her name was a sign that the assault could have targeted the lawmaker, who as speaker is second in line to the presidency.

Cholera overwhelms Haiti as cases, deaths spike amid crisis (AP) The sun shone down on Stanley Joliva as medical staff at an open-air clinic hovered around him, pumping air into his lungs and giving him chest compressions until he died. Nearby, his mother watched. “Only God knows my pain,” said Viliene Enfant. Less than an hour later, the body of her 22-year-old son lay on the floor wrapped in a white plastic bag with the date of his death scrawled on top. He joined dozens of other Haitians who have died from cholera during a rapidly spreading outbreak that is straining the resources of nonprofits and local hospitals in a country where fuel, water and other basic supplies are growing scarcer by the day. Across Haiti, many patients are dying because say they’re unable to reach a hospital in time, health officials say. A spike in gang violence has made it unsafe for people to leave their communities and a lack of fuel has shut down public transportation, gas stations and other key businesses including water supply companies.

The cannibal vs. the Satanist: Toxic politics is poisoning Brazil (Washington Post) From the Amazon jungle to the megacities of the southeast, Brazil’s political division is upending churches, making targets of pollsters and igniting feuds between strangers, friends, family, even branches of government, all while pitting region against region and opening fresh rifts over sexuality, religion and race. More than anything, however, the Brazilian contest is a sign of a new normal in democratic elections, where debates over budgets and spending have been replaced by bitter culture wars, assaults on electoral systems and skepticism about democracy itself. Bolsonaro and his camp have accused Lula of being a closet communist, and a Satanist who wants to shutter churches and create unisex bathrooms in public schools. One of Lula’s campaign ads, meanwhile, latched on to an old boast—and apparent joke—of Bolsonaro’s to suggest he practices cannibalism. The left here is portraying Bolsonaro as a fascist dictator in the making, and calling his defeat essential to the future of Brazilian democracy. (Each side denies the other’s claims as absurd.) “It’s the Americanization of Brazilian politics,” said Guilherme Casarões, a political analyst at the Getulio Vargas Foundation in São Paulo.

Ahead of harsh winter, tourism roars back in Mediterranean (AP) Tourism around the Mediterranean has been booming. Helped by a strong U.S. dollar and Europeans’ pent-up demand to find a beach after years of COVID-19 travel restrictions, it’s been a stronger comeback from the pandemic slump than many expected, which led to long lines, canceled flights and lost luggage this summer at many European airports—though not in Greece. Greece is on course to beat its annual record revenue haul from tourism. Portugal also is eyeing a full recovery, while late-summer data suggested Spain, Italy and Cyprus will end the year just shy of pre-pandemic visitor levels. A blessing for Europe’s southern economies, the rebound is also easing the continent’s tilt toward recession brought on by rocketing energy prices, the war in Ukraine and enduring disruptions caused by the pandemic.

The Slog of Mud Season in Ukraine (NYT) Ukrainian forces advanced on the Russian-occupied city of Kherson in the south on Friday, and the two sides battled over smaller cities in the east, as the armies fought not only each other but also a thick clay muck that can swallow vehicles’ wheels and soldiers’ boots whole. It is the muddy season, called “bezdorizhzhya” in Ukrainian and “rasputitsa” in Russian. In any language it turns warfare—especially offensive operations—into a slow, arduous slog, exposing troops and equipment to enemy fire. In the southern Kherson region, a largely agricultural area where wide-open plains are crisscrossed with irrigation canals, the chilly, wet weather is making conditions particularly difficult, slowing Ukraine’s offensive. Ill-prepared Russian troops are suffering from “the lack of warm clothes,” Ukraine’s military command said in a statement on Friday, leading to “widespread theft and looting.” Muddy season strikes twice a year in many rural areas of Eastern Europe, with the spring thaw and again with autumn rains, before the winter freeze. Where roads are unpaved, it can be immobilizing. The same conditions hampered Napoleon’s invasion of Russia in 1812, Hitler’s invasion of the Soviet Union in 1941 and the Russian invasion of Ukraine early this year.

Scarred by War, Ukraine’s Children Face Years of Trauma (NYT) Using his small blue crutches, Daniil Avdieienko, 7, gestured toward two deep brown stains on the cement floor of the entryway to his apartment building. The patch on the right, just inside the door, was his blood, he explained. Then he pointed at the other blood stain: “This is from my mother.” Daniil and his parents were running to a basement shelter in central Chernihiv, a northern city where fighting raged in the early days of the war, when shrapnel struck him in the back. Eventually, he had to have 60 centimeters, or nearly two feet, of his intestines removed. Seven months later he is still recovering from his wounds, and will likely need several more surgeries, as will his parents, both of whom suffered serious leg injuries. But while his physical injuries are on the mend, he is still grappling with the psychological trauma of the attack. The conflict in Ukraine has brought pain and hardship to tens of thousands of civilians, but among the more wrenching consequences is its effect on a generation of children like Daniil who will be confronting physical and psychological pain, many for the rest of their lives.

Chinese roulette (AP/NYT) China’s largest city of Shanghai is ordering mass testing Friday on all 1.3 million residents of its downtown Yangpu district and confining them to their homes at least until results are known. The demand is an echo of measures ordered over the summer that led to a two-month lockdown of the entire city of 25 million that devastated the local economy, prompting food shortages and rare confrontations between residents and the authorities. A business executive in Shenzhen to whom I spoke called day-to-day life the “Chinese roulette.” You never know when your residential compound will be locked down for one infection. You never know whether you will be allowed to order grocery delivery or left hungry. You never know whether you will be allowed to go to the hospital when you’re sick with illnesses other than Covid. You never know whether you will be sent to a quarantine camp. All in the name of protecting your health.

Crush kills at least 146 at Halloween festivities in Seoul (AP) A mass of mostly young people celebrating Halloween festivities in Seoul became trapped and crushed as the crowd surged into a narrow alley, killing at least 146 people and injuring 150 others in South Korea’s worst disaster in years. Emergency workers and pedestrians desperately performed CPR on people lying in the streets after the crush in the capital’s leisure district of Itaewon Saturday night. Choi Seong-beom, chief of Seoul’s Yongsan fire department, said the death toll could rise further and that an unspecified number among the injured were in critical condition.

UN: 2022 likely deadliest for Palestinians in West Bank (AP) The U.N. Mideast envoy said 2022 is on course to be the deadliest year for Palestinians in the West Bank since the U.N. started tracking fatalities in 2005, and he called for immediate action to calm “an explosive situation” and move toward renewing Israeli-Palestinian negotiations. Tor Wennesland told the U.N. Security Council that “mounting hopelessness, anger and tension have once again erupted into a deadly cycle of violence that is increasingly difficult to contain,” and “too many people, overwhelmingly Palestinian have been killed and injured.” In a grim assessment, the special coordinator for the Middle East peace process said the downward spiral in the West Bank and current volatile situation stem from decades of violence that has taken a toll on Israelis and Palestinians, the prolonged absence of negotiations, and the failure to resolve key issues fueling the Israel-Palestinian conflict.

Renewed clashes in east Congo send residents fleeing (AP) Renewed clashes between government soldiers and M23 rebels in eastern Congo forced more people from their homes Friday, deepening a crisis that the U.N. says already displaced 40,000 in a week’s time. The clashes that started at around 5 a.m. sent panic-stricken residents fleeing the towns of Rugari, Kalengera and Kabaya. Some headed for Kanyaruchinya near Goma, where many displaced people have gone since fighting between the two sides resumed on Oct. 20. Aline Semasanga and her family fled to Rumangabo without taking anything with them. “We waited for bullets fired by the military,” she told The Associated Press. “We were very worried and afraid. Some died and others ended up with us here because God protected us. We ask our government to bring us peace so that we can return home.”

The Rising Tide of Global Sadness (David Brooks, NYT) Taylor Swift was quite the romantic when she burst on the scene in 2006. She sang about the ecstasies of young love and the heartbreak of it. But her mood has hardened as her star has risen. Her excellent new album, “Midnights,” plays upon a string of negative emotions—anxiety, restlessness, exhaustion and occasionally anger. It turns out Swift is part of a larger trend. The researchers Charlotte Brand, Alberto Acerbi and Alex Mesoudi analyzed more than 150,000 pop songs released between 1965 and 2015. Over that time, the appearance of the word “love” in top-100 hits roughly halved. Meanwhile, the number of times such songs contained negative emotion words, like “hate” rose sharply. Pop music isn’t the only thing that has gotten a lot harsher. David Rozado, Ruth Hughes and Jamin Halberstadt analyzed 23 million headlines published between 2000 and 2019 by 47 news outlets popular in the United States. The headlines, too, grew significantly more negative, with a greater proportion of headlines denoting anger, fear, disgust and sadness. Headlines in left-leaning media got a lot more negative, and headlines in right-leaning publications got even more negative than that. The negativity in the culture reflects the negativity in real life. The General Social Survey asks people to rate their happiness levels. Between 1990 and 2018 the share of Americans who put themselves in the lowest happiness category increased by more than 50 percent. And that was before the pandemic. The really bad news is abroad. Each year Gallup surveys roughly 150,000 people in over 140 countries about their emotional lives. Experiences of negative emotions—related to stress, sadness, anger, worry and physical pain—hit a record high last year.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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Welcome Home || Harrison Osterfield

Warnings: language I think, mentions of pregnancy, kiddos, Tommo and Haz being cute little loves, minor angst

Word Count: 2,913

Author's Note: I was so torn between this and a dad!Sam fic that I'm O B S S E S S E D with so I still might post it. This one was written a while ago, but with the magic of editing I've made it a little better haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Harrison's schedule made it hard to be apart. You had seen a lot of time away because he and Tom are best friends. The two of them used to always travel together and that excluded you most of the time. But with that, it was always Tom working and Harrison sitting off to the side, facetiming you until his phone literally ran down to the last percentage. But when its him that's working, and he misses his wife and his little boy, it is the hardest thing ever. Hearing him bawl over the phone because you sent him a video of your son being tickled is so so sad. When he facetimes you, he won't even look at the camera, thinking you'll react negatively to him being gone so much, your son growing up without him there most of the time. When he finally did look up, his eyes were red and he kept rubbing tears from them.

The day he finally came back was sooner than expected. He was expected back on Friday and was back by Tuesday. At first you thought it might be an intruder creeping into your son's room but upon further inspection, you found that Harrison was the more logical explanation and finding his car parked in the driveway confirmed the suspicion. Slowly standing and blinking the sleep from your eyes, you wander down the dark hall to Jackson's room. You smile when Harrison comes into sight, his hair still parted and gelled off to the side, the body of your two year old cradled to his chest. He rocks the little one who's still asleep in his arms, Harrison's head laid over Jackson's.

"Welcome home soldier." You say gently, Haz's head snapping up, his baby blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. His hips don't stop swaying methodically, but an exhausted smile crosses his face. Gently laying your little boy down, he takes the few strides forward, dragging you into his arms and dipping you to kiss you. You giggle into his lips, holding his broad shoulders. He stands you straight after a moment,

"You're so cheesy." You rasp out, covering your mouth and squealing when he raises you in the air, your legs binding around his waist. He chuckles low in his throat,

"My god I missed you so much." He growls, letting you run your fingers through his hair. You lean in to kiss his nose, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"We missed you too my love." When your son groans and whines quietly, tossing and turning in bed, Haz sets you down, eyes wandering to the little two year old,

"If he wakes up can he come to bed with us?" He asks, like he's a second child. You shrug, stroking his shoulders over the long sleeved shirt that sticks to his muscular arms,

"Sure." Crouching beside the bed, Harrison looks down at his little boy longingly. You remember that look as the same he had on his face the day Jackson was born. The curiosity, the fear, the love; he felt it all, mostly all at once. The way Jackson wasn't planned but you both wanted him. The way you both craved to hold this little human in your arms. And the way when this little baby was laying in Harrison's arms, he was absolutely in love all over again. And it was just the three of you for the longest time, and still. You eloped in secret, keeping it from even your closest friends and family once the stress of having a baby was over. Of course Tom was pissed he wasn't gonna be a best man, but holding Jackson overpowered that. Uncle Tom was just as in love with the little boy staring up at him as Harrison was, and when that little one started to whimper and whine, Tom was on it, calming the baby back down to a neutral temper like only he and Harrison could do.

"You should go take a shower. I'll bring him to bed for you." You softly say, walking forward and wrapping an arm around him. He smiles, stroking the little one's cheek again as he's broken from his thoughts,

"Yeah. I'll be right there okay?" Standing and kissing your forehead, he exits the room just as swiftly as he entered, leaving you to lean in and kiss Jackson's forehead. He whimpers again before his eyes flutter open, blinking a few times before he frowns slightly at the sight of you before him,

"Momma?" You smile, stroking the sandy colored locks of hair from his eyes,

"Hi baby. Daddy's home, you wanna see him?" He's suddenly fully awake, sitting up and nodding as he holds his arms out for you. Lifting him, you carry him down the hallway, following the noise into the bathroom where Harrison is vigorously washing his hair,

"Who is that?" You quip down to your son, Harrison quickly rinsing his hair and peeking from behind the frosted glass to smile at the two of you. Jackson makes grabby hands at his father leaving you to giggle as Harrison's eyes flash in panic,

"Daddy!" Haz swallows,

"Ahh shoot uhm, just give me one second baby. Lemme finish my shower." You lean against the counter, pressing your lips to Jackson's temple in soft, almost non-existent kisses,

"We can wait huh? Just stay right here?" Jackson nods, resting against your chest and tucking his thumb in his mouth. You kiss his forehead,

"We've waited long enough now, huh lovebug?" He nods again, looking up as Harrison turns the water off. Quickly drying himself and wrapping a towel around his waist, he holds his arms out, taking the overexcited boy into them. Jackson snuggles into his father, letting Harrison kiss his hair,

"I missed you so much buddy. I thought about you every day." You smile, rubbing Jackson's back softly as they just hold each other. Harrison follows you out into your bedroom, watching as you walk to your closet to fetch him a pair of boxers, crouching and letting him step into them before dragging them up his legs. Taking the towel, you gently ruffle his hair and toss it in the hamper, pushing him back against the bed. He practically falls onto it, cradling Jackson to his chest. He holds an arm out when you crawl in beside him, ducking under the covers and wrapping your arms around both boys when he lays Jackson between the two of you. You kiss the back of Jackson's head, finding Harrison's eyes,

"He missed you so much." You murmur. He nods, moving hair from in front of Jackson's eyes,

"I know. I missed the both of you so damn much." Wrapping your legs around one of his own, you sigh, rubbing his chest,

"I love you." He smiles, leaning over your little boy to kiss your forehead,

"I love you too. I swear to you that if I have to be gone that long you'll come okay? Just for a little bit at least. No more leaving you for that long again." You nod, closing your eyes as he kisses your cheek. He rubs your arm, humming gently to Jackson. When you open your eyes again, he glances up at me,

"Babe?" He poses softly after a moment. You nod, reaching out to stroke his cheek,

"Yeah?" He licks his lips and kisses Jackson's forehead,

"Can we have another baby?" He asks. You smile, his crystal colored eyes searching your own. He sighs, looking down at Jackson,

"I just want another one. I really want a baby girl. I just want another baby honestly." You nod, running your thumb over his cheekbone,

“You’ve asked before silly.” You incur. He smiles when you lean in to kiss his nose,

“And you’ve never told me yes. I just keep shootin blanks.” You giggle again, his lips trapping yours in,

“I do want another one. I love Jax and I’m not gonna push but-”

“Yes.” He looks up, his mouth hanging open as he looks between your eyes,

“Yeah?” You nod,

“I’ve been thinking about it while you were gone.” You admit. He smiles,

“You’re amazing.” You giggle,

“Yeah yeah, go to sleep Mr. Osterfield. All of us are exhausted.” You murmur, leaning in to kiss Jackson's forehead. He nods, rolling on his back. Lifting Jackson, he switches sides with him, laying himself between the two of you. Jackson whines, laying his head over Haz’s shoulder. Haz tsks and kisses his forehead as you drape an arm over Haz's waist,

“I’m not goin anywhere Jax.” Snuggling into his back, you sigh,

“I’m glad you’re home Hazzabear.” You mumble in his ear. He hums,

“Me too love, me too.”

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Harrison didn’t let the two of you out of his sight for the next few weeks. He was constantly playing with Jackson, insisting that you all be in the same room. Jackson slept in your bed for a few more days after Haz returned, Harrison holding the both of you. The only time it was just you and him was when Jackson was in his room taking a nap, Harrison having set aside this time for the two of you to focus on getting pregnant with baby number two. And around two and a half weeks later he had reshoots during the day which was when you'd discovered his wish had come true. Most times Jackson wanted to go with him which Haz quickly obliged to. One of the days Harrison had reshoots, you were terribly sick, nausea and morning sickness halting any plans you'd made. Growing excited despite the circumstances, you took four pregnancy tests and squealed and jumped around the room when all four came back positive. Quickly running to your local store, you got a few unisex onesies and pacifiers, setting up a small box with the tests and clothes you'd gotten. Nervously cleaning the kitchen, Harrison and Jackson came barreling into the house shortly after, giggling. You smile, leaning in to kiss Haz when he enters the kitchen,

“How was it?” You ask. He nods, sitting Jackson on the island,

“It was good. Uncle Tom stopped by so Jax was pretty happy. Got him to play some games we're normally too preoccupied to do.” He explains. You nod, Harrison leaning on the counter on his hands, bumping into the box. He glances back at it and frowned,

“What’s this darling?” He asks inquisitively. You shrug nonchalantly,

“I dunno… why don’t you open it, find out.” He quirks an eyebrow before turning to it and taking the lid off. Looking over the contents, it takes only a moment before his eyes widen and his head snaps back up to meet your eyes,

"Are you serious?" You nod,

"Found out this morning." You inform. He crumbles to his knees, pulling up your shirt as you giggle. Jackson giggles along with you, looking down at his father,

"What doing daddy?" He poses sweetly,

"Mummy's pregnant Jax." Harrison whispers breathlessly, running a hand over your belly. He looks up at you, his eyes sparkling in tears and a soft smile crossing his face when you pinch his chin,

"Congrats daddy, you've got another baby on the way." He chuckles, sniffling and looking back down at your skin as if he could see the baby. You smile, stroking his hair,

"Can I tell Uncle Tom too?" You pose. He chuckles again,

"You'll give Uncle Tom a heart attack." He murmurs. Picking your phone up, you send a quick text to Tom, telling him you'd love to have him for dinner. He replies almost immediately saying he'd love to and he'd be over in ten minutes.

When he arrives, he hugs you, kissing your cheek and cheerily saying, "'ello darling." He turns to Jackson, lifting him into the air,

"Hey Tommy, there's something for you in that box." You chime, jutting your chin out to the same box Haz had opened. Holding Jax on his hip, Tom struts over to the box, pulling the lid off and peeking inside. Much like Harrison had, it took just a moment and a furrow in his brows for him to understand, his eyes widening as he looks up at you,

"Jax is gonna be a big brother?" You giggle and nod,

"You're getting another niece or nephew Uncle Tommy." He gasps, rushing forward and drawing both you and Harrison into a hug,

"Oh my God guys, congrats!" He cheers. You giggle once more,

"Thank you." Pulling back, he runs a hand over your belly,

"Great, another kiddo to spoil. God Harrison, thanks mate." Tom jokes. Harrison smiles and shrugs,

"I want a little girl." He informs. Tom tsks and cocks his head,

"I'll steal her. I'll steal that little girl. She'll be the cutest little thing ever and I won't be able to resist her." He tells the both of you matter-of-factly. Harrison shakes his head,

"You're not stealing my little girl." Harrison murmurs. Tom bounces Jax on his hip,

"Just imagine it Haz, the cutest baby girl ever layin in a lil Spider-Man onesie her Uncle Tommy gave her." You smile, Harrison laying his hand over your hip,

"You hear this guy babe?" He asks. You nod,

"I do. I think he could sneak her out. You know how he is." You joke with a wink shot Tom's way. Tom chuckles,

"Just saying that if you get a little girl and she ends up missing then there's no need to panic, she's with her favorite uncle." Harrison tsks again, not responding to Tom's pestering. Tom grows bored, looking down at Jax,

"Are you gonna be a good big brother J?" He asks,, fixing the little boy's shirt. Jackson nods, playing with Tom's watch,

"You want a little brother or a little sister?" He asks. Jax shrugs, giggling when Tom tickles him,

"I think you'd do really good with a baby sister little man. I think you'll be a good big brother." He adds. Leaning in, you kiss Harrison's cheek,

"I think we gotta worry about Haz here. How good of a daddy are you gonna be to a new baby?" You ask. Tom snickers,

"I mean I can take over your family Harrison, it's no big deal." Tom jokes. Haz frowns,

"Uhm no. This is my family." You smile, leaning into Harrison,

"We are your family, regardless though. No matter what, Uncle Tommy is always welcome." You inform. Tom smiles, taking the step forward to wrap his arm around you. Rubbing your back, he leans in and kisses your temple,

"Thank you love. I love your little family. Its like you're my wife and these are my kids too. You're the sweetest." He tells you. You smile up at him, crinkling your nose and laying your head over his shoulder,

"Someone's gotta be here when times get tough. And that's the Osterfield family." Tom tsked,

"You're the sweetest." When the potatoes behind you boiled over,you gasp and turn in their arms, both men chuckling as you pull them off the stove,

"Why don't you guys go set the table while I finish dinner." Haz nods, leading Tom and Jax off, a steady stream of giggles and the clanking of silverware ringing through the air softly. As you dish the food up, you smile, listening to Tom growl at his nephew, making the little boy squeal,

"Need some help beautiful?" Harrison quizzes quietly, poking his head in the kitchen,

"Yes please, can you grab these two bowls." He nodded, grabbing the two bowls and following you into the dining room. Tom looks up, smiling as you set a plate before him,

"Technically you could've left after I told you I was pregnant." You tease. He chuckles, bouncing Jax in his lap,

"I was invited to dinner, I'm staying for dinner." He mumbles. You smile, sitting between him and Harrison. Looking between them you smile,

"I love my boys. All three... maybe four of them." You tell them. Tom smiles, laying his hand face up on the table. Placing your hand in his, you take Harrison's too. He smiles, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it, his eyes glistening in love,

"I'm so in love with you baby. You put up with all my shit and you put up with my best mate's shit. You married me and had my babies and I don't think I can thank you enough. It's tough, especially when I'm away, but you make coming back so much easier. I love you." Harrison lectures. Tom rubs your knuckles with his thumb when you click your tongue and reach forward to stroke Harrison's cheek,

"I love you too baby. There's nowhere I'd rather be, no one I'd rather be with than you. You're an amazing husband and father and..." You look to Tom, "assistant." Tom smiles and nods,

"You're amazing Haz." He concurs. You smile, watching a blush rise to his cheeks. You hold your glass up,

"To our Harrison. A brave, strong, amazing man." Tom raised his glass, making Jax raise his sippy cup to be just like his uncle,

"To Harrison." He kisses Jax's forehead, "and daddy huh little dude?" Jax nods, Tom chuckling. Harrison raises his own glass,

"To my family. My gorgeous wife, my adorable little boy, my new sweet little babe... and my brother." Tom smiles, holding his glass against yours, Harrison clinking the three of them together,

"To our family."

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morgansmoreid · 3 years

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Nine

Chapter Name: " Reasonable"

Fic Masterlist

Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Parental Abuse, Drugs Mention, Homophobia

Bold Writing stands for what happened at the station while Y/n was not present

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One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Four.

Y/n's feet clacked against the concrete floor.

Rubbing the palm of her hand against the outline of the pills, Y/n moved along the cars as she slowly walked to the station, this time her mind as empty as an open field.

The station was in her view quicker than anticipated. She pulled open the front door, the bell above it causing everyone who was in ear's views to turn their heads. Scanning each face carefully, relief swayed through Y/n as no face was anyone she dreaded to talk to.

Her relief was cut short as Aaron walked down the hall to her left with the team, her father, and James.

"That was all we needed to know," She heard him say as Aaron shook her father's hand.

James was the first to see her, alerting the rest of the people surrounding him by clearing his throat. Y/n made eye contact with James, her breaking first as her eyes fell to her feet. Thoughts of turning around and sprinting on her heels again popped in Y/n's head, but she ignored them and just looked to the floor.

"Y/n Y/L/N-Fields, please come with us." Emily moved from the center of the group and to Y/n, reaching out her hand to lead Y/n the way of the interrogation room. Y/n took it, keeping her head down as they walked past the group, eyes burning through her back as the pills in her pocket scream her name.

Emily opens the door and lets Y/n take a seat before heading outside again. Everyone is looking at the young female through the one-sided window, their eyes still leaving the same burning gaping hole.

Aaron and David come in, both faces stoic and tense. In hand, Aaron has a yellow pad and a pee cup while David has a blood test. Y/n's eyes grow wide at the objects placed in front of her before she sits up straight and lays her hands on the table.

"You aren't drug testing me." She says, her tone assertive but calm.

"But we are," David replies, looking over to Aaron.

"You understand that this is a federal investigation now? If you comply, these samples will not go on record but will be used for further inference. If you don't, they will go on your job record and you will be on leave effective immediately." Aaron threatened, leaving Y/n no choice.

"I'm clean." She mumbled as she rolled her sleeve for the blood test. Even if she wasn't, it wouldn't show for another 2 days, so it would be negative anyway.

Aaron said nothing as he opened the blood kit and wiped Y/n's inner arm with a sanitary wipe. Y/n winced at the needle entering her arm, the pain lasting as blood filled four tubes. Placing a bandaid on her arm, Aaron disposed of the needle in a different bag before opening the door and handing it to a hand outside.

Y/n may have not seen the person who took the bag, but she saw Derek. He was leaning against the wall across from the door, arms crossed. They made eye contact, this time neither one breaking it, just before the door closed.

"Do you need water?" David's voice pulled Y/n out of her thoughts.

Yes. Her throat was dry and scratchy.

Yes. Water would go well with the pills in her pocket.

"No thank you," Y/n looks up to David. He gives her the look of pity and sorrow and she feels herself hanging on by a thread.

"Come with me then," David holds the look as he turns around, cup in hand, and opens the door for Y/n.

Walking out, Y/n and David turn to the right from the small room while the team and others are on the left. David stands outside of the unisex bathroom as Y/n pees in the given cup. Washing her hands, Y/n stares at herself in the mirror.

Her eyes are red and her arm is now in pain. She feels like she's in one of those bad teenage romcoms, where the main character fucks up her life and in the end, it gets better. She's just waiting for her cue.

The silence lasts in the bathroom as Y/n bags her cup and places it on the small window ledge. She could run right now if she wanted to, but it wouldn't be worth it. Y/n turns on the bathroom faucet again and pulls out the baggie of pills from her pocket. 7 white tablets look at her as she takes one into her hand and shoves the rest back into hiding.

Just before she could bring her hand to her mouth and consume the evil, little miraculous wonder, David knocked on the door causing her to drop the pill in fright. Right into a puddle of "water," the pill went as Y/n hissed at the closed brown door.

"Fuck!" Her words echoed in the small room.

"Y/n? Is everything ok in there?" David's voice is muffled on the other side.

Instead of answering him, Y/n grabs the cup and pushes open the door, slamming the cup into the elder's hand and walking back into the integration room. She passes everyone, this time not bothering to even acknowledge Derek's presence, or his attempt to talk to her.

She slacks down in her seat and waits for the next person to walk through the door. It's Aaron again, with Penelope's laptop and a tape recorder in hand as he carries a file in his armpit.

"Before we start, shall I address you as Fields or Y/L/N?" Aaron precautions.

"Y/L/N, and only Y/L/N," Y/n says, voice cold as ice.

"Ok then, for the record, can you please state your full name, your age, and the year?" The first question leaves Aaron's lips.

"My name is Y/n Y/L/N, I am 29, and it's the year 2008."

Hotch scribbles Y/n's words down and opens the laptop. When he turns it to her, it's already open to a cheer photo from Y/n's sophomore year of high school.

"Please state who you recognize in this photo." Aaron opens the file that was once under his arm.

Eyes read the screen multiple times as the memories resurface in Y/n's head and the names leave her mouth.

"Sabrina Chains, Joanna McCarter, Daisy Miller, Rose Henry, Arianna Anderson, Megan Smith, Daniela Choi, Christina Middleton, and Catarina Paredes."

It's not in order, Sabrina is actually next to Daisy and Joanna is standing next to Daniela, but when Y/n recognized the face, she said the name.

"And who is this?" Aaron hits the right arrow key to move to the next slide. Y/n is horrified by what she sees. It's not another group picture or even a single picture of one of the women, it's a crime scene photo.

It's Arianna's crime scene photo, the only crime Y/n wasn't surrounded by the group for. The hotel room is way messier than others, the behavior completely changed from the last 3. Blood is everywhere, money and jewelry are splattered across the floor and there are no numbers on top of the body or anywhere for that matter. If the other kills weren't personal, this was. Arianna was killed by someone in rage and mixed emotion.

Just how Y/n left the team.

She can only look at the gruesome crime scene for so long until she reaches for the hood of the laptop to shut it off. Aaron is quicker and pulls it out of her sight as he switches to another picture of the crime scene, this time the bathroom.

Two looks and Y/n is ready to throw up. She trained for this, she worked her ass off for the last 5 years on how to keep her composure, yet, she's failing to keep herself together. The bathroom is a mess, clothes are ripped and makeup is smeared on walls, this unsub lost control or this is a new killer. Either way, it's not Y/n and there is no way that the team can possibly deem her that low.

"Please turn it off." Her voice is tense and demanding.

Aaron does shut the laptop and turns it to him. He takes a minute to write down his observations and proceeds with the integration further.

"When you left the Police Station, you were gone for 2 hours and 13 minutes, where did you go?" He asks, writing down the question as he says it.

"James, where is she?" David asks, handing Spencer a miniature Newton's cradle to calm him down.

Everyone looks at James for an answer. After Y/F/N was questioned, he and James were separated for the sake of the case. James was working on a different case file, wrapping it up on the end of the conference table while the team focused on Y/n.

"I'm not positively sure," James lied, rubbing the back of his neck as his handwriting started to get sloppy against the manila folder and its contents inside.

"Well, where do you think?" Derek spoke, his tone snappy and agitated.

After Y/F/N gave up his truth about Y/n's past and her drug problems, Derek was also questioned, not officially, just about how much he knew and what he wasn't letting on. Derek was honest with Hotch and the team, telling them he had no idea about Y/n's problem. Yes, it was true sometimes it intrigued him when they had date night and she never drank anything besides sparkling water, but when she blamed it on "past issues," he assumed it ran in the family.

He assumed because he trusted her.

And she broke that.

"Michael? The guy that Chief Fields couldn't stand? He lived right over here." James gets up and points to the computer screen. Y/n's last coordinates were still up so he dragged his pen across the screen, measuring out the distance for the team as he landed on the only colorful house in satellite view.

"I thought Michael was who introduced her into the drugs in the first place?" Aaron walks over to James.

"It's not really his fault, I've always told Y/n that she could've said no," James responds, becoming silent from everyone's glare at him.

"Saying no isn't easy," Derek mumbles, so low, no one heard him.

No one could say anything as another policeman came into the room frantically about a new body.

Y/n had only been gone 34 minutes at most. There was no way it could be her so quickly, but that didn't stop everyone's thoughts from going to the deep end.

As the team flies into the SUVs, Aaron orders Penelope to keep watch on Y/n's coordinates and dig very thoroughly of the lives of the 9 women, 5 now potential victims.

"Someone has it out for these women, and I wouldn't put it past that Y/n is the glue." He said, tightening his holster.

"I just walked around, took time to clear my head." Y/n lied.

Everyone knew where she was, but Aaron didn't call her out on her false truth and asked the next question.

"When was the last time you purchased any narcotics of the sort, Opioids, Cannabinoids, Hallucinogens, and or Stimulants?" Aaron asked, unsure he wanted to hear the answer himself.

"Last time I was in town, 5 years ago." Y/n lies again.

This time, half of the team is unsure if it's true. James knows deep down it's a lie, but the rest of them don't want to believe it.

So Aaron doesn't push.

"And the last time you consumed any of the narcotics listed before?"

This question, everyone wants the truth, everyone is determined to figure out if they let another team member sink into their addiction before their eyes or if Y/n truly did put her life here behind her.

"As I said, last time I was in town, 5 years ago," Y/n says, her tone changing. It speaks of truth, which tells everyone, even her father that she lied about the last time she bought drugs and where she was, but they don't care about that at this moment.

All they care about is her sobriety, they were still her family after all.

Aaron smiles internally as he writes Y/n's answer on the yellow pad, then ripping the sheet off and sliding it underneath the cardboard. When he does this, the next yellow sheet visible is not blank, it's all of Y/F/N's previous questions. The horrible lights make it hard to see all of them but it still shines bright on the first one.

"What was discipline like as Y/n grew up?" Aaron asks his first question.

The question throws Y/F/N off guard. That had nothing to do with the investigation, what did the FBI want to know about his parenting?

"I believe you were asked a question," David says beside Aaron, arms crossed.

"This has to do what with the investigation?" Y/F/N asked, finally understanding the concept of what he was being asked.

"Agent Hotchner, are you implying that I abused my daughter?" He accused, now not feeling so compliant.

"I didn't say anything to imply, did I, Agent Rossi?" Aaron says loud and clear, bringing the tape recorder to him.

"Not at all, but I think you should repeat it, someone seems confused," Rossi taunted.

"Y/F/N Fields, what was discipline like as Y/n, your daughter grew up?" Aaron demanded an answer.

"Reasonable," Y/F/N said.

"Reasonable how?" Rossi pressed.

"If needed, I taught my daughter wrong from right," Y/F/N replied confidently.

"Did you at any given point in time, use your power as a parent to hit Y/n as a punishment?" Aaron asked bluntly. He hated abusers, it was something about finding pain and taking it out on others that he just could never understand.

"I did. But like I said when it was reasonable." His mouth forms into an undeniable smirk.

Y/F/N's hand went across Y/n's face.

"I said I was sorry!" The girl cried, she was only trying to show her dad an A+ she got.

"You're always sorry, there was no reason for you to knock that down." The angry male pointed to the empty cup on the floor.

Out of excitement, Y/n's elbow hit the plastic cup and knocked it down, but she was backed into the wall before she could pick it up, dropping her graded test midway.

"Reasonable," Y/F/N mumbled to himself.

Anger filled Y/n as her eyes went over the word reasonable.

Never once was Y/F/N reasonable.

Never.

Clenching her fists, Y/n sits up straight and zones back into her conversation with Aaron.

"Can you ask it again?" She says, making straight eye contact.

"Your relations to Daniela Choi?" Aaron asks.

Y/n doesn't know how to reply, she knows Derek is watching so she has to careful with her answer.

"I was-," She gathers her thoughts. "We were pretty close."

It's not a lie. They were close, extremely.

"Who would you say Y/n was closest to?" Aaron asks James.

The team started the investigation from the very beginning, so now everyone was a suspect.

"I've got a funny feeling about that dude, Hotch," Derek says, but his judgment is clouded, he's angry and hurt so to make him feel better, Aaron took James in for questioning.

"Daniela." James's answer is short.

"Why?"

"They dated, for a long time, blew up our whole group," James explains.

"What group?" Aaron flies through the files that he brought in.

Instead of answering, James takes out a picture.

"He's prepared." JJ points out.

The picture is a cheer team, James is nowhere to be found but the first person to catch Aaron's eye is the babyface of Y/n, she in middle, engulfed in a hug by a female with curly mixed hair- Arianna he later finds out. He wants to question why James has this but James continues to talk.

"Not everyone was supportive."

"What?" Rose asked.

"I'm dating Y/n," Daniela said slowly, it was time the two told their friends, the thought of banishment slipping their minds.

"You and Y/n? But your both girls!" Rose exclaimed, as the pastor's daughter, she was raised to what she thought was right.

"So? My mom said it doesn't matter and we both know Y/F/N won't bat an eye." Daniela spoke for both her and Y/n.

"Guys! Help me out here, tell them it's wrong." Rose looked around the booth, empty cups filled the large table as her high pitch voice filled the empty diner.

"How is it wrong?" Caterina scoffed, she could never have the courage to do what Danny and Y/n are doing but she'll stand by them no matter what.

"The bible-" Rose protests.

"For the last time, not all of us live by the damn bible!" James slammed his hand on the teal table before them.

Everyone loved each other, no one cared for anyone's flaws, like Rose's, who always ignored everyone when they try to tell her they don't want to hear bible quotes, or Y/n who always inserts herself into drama.

They were each other's little family and until now nothing has torn them apart.

"I refuse to be around them and their sins," Rose shoved her finger into Y/n's, finally the young girl to stand up.

"And we refuse to be around you." Y/n's tone is cold and tense.

"We all do." Arianna stood up.

"Christina?" Rose looked at the oldest for help.

"You heard them, you can't hate one without hating all of us." She said.

Christina's word was final. If she said someone was out, they were out, no discussion. She just had to say the words.

"Rose, are you staying or leaving?" She asked.

"I'm leaving, my dignity lasts." Rose proudly held her head high.

"Bye then. You longer are allowed to hang out with us." Christina said with much more pride.

The 10 at the table watched the first walk away.

"Not everyone agreed." James rephrased his sentence, fists clenching in anger.

As James told Aaron how the day that Rose left the group went, his fingers dug deeper into his hand, and when he finally let go, crescent marks left their place.

"When you say close, what do you mean?" Aaron wants to hear from Y/n, James is not trustworthy enough right now.

"I had a relationship with Daniela," Y/n admits.

Hearing the words makes Derek turn on his heels and leave the group in the hall. He needs air, he needs to be away from Y/n right now. He told her he was sorry about her friend and she just went with it, in his eyes, she lied to him.

She did the one thing that he always asked not to.

"Derek?" Spencer's voice called from behind him.

"Not now," Derek says, but it's more of a plead. He doesn't want to take his anger out on someone who doesn't deserve it, he wants to take his anger out on Y/n.

Spencer leaves him alone and Derek takes a few minutes to himself. When he heads back to the station, he refuses to join back with the group, he heads back to the table in the conference room and starts working, the way his handwriting fills each paper and picture easing his mind.

As the minutes feel like hours, Y/n's interview is finally done and she feels bare. She hates how much she revealed, she hates how much has been stripped, how her walls came down and she had no say.

She hates most of her answers were lies that found their way into her truth.

But she won't tell them that, they don't need to know.

They don't get to know.

Aaron lets Y/n head to the hotel first, but when she steps outside, it's dark. Her phone is dead and her body is tired, yet her feet take her to the hotel doors, they let her step into the elevator and into her room. Her hands ache but they plug her phone in and they pull her shirt off. Her hands ache but they turn the knobs of the shower and unbutton her pants. Her legs hurt but they step out of the jeans and help her feet kick them to the side. Her body is a temple of pain but as she removes her bra and underwear, as she steps in the shower, as her fingers run over her body and squeeze the soap out of her cloth out, letting it slide down her figure, she finds her self sitting in the middle of her bed, the air silent where she finally lets her self cry.

So many years of bottling up feeling, so many years of trauma, and it took 34 questions to strip her of who she was. Every single question she counted, every single time she felt betrayed, she counted, her life was out there to know, memories she hid taunt her.

A knock on her door pulls her out of her thoughts.

When she gets up, she takes notice of the black shirt she was wearing 24 hours ago. The feeling of Derek's hand run up and down her body in chills as she walks closer to the door.

24 hours ago everything was peaceful.

Now it's a shithole.

Cracking open the door, Y/n is surprised, to say the least. Both people are silent as she opens the door more and lets the person step in.

"Derek-" She tries.

"No. You don't get to talk. It's your turn to listen." He says, meaning every fucking word.

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Miracle Baby

Request: “Can you do an imagine where the reader has a hard time getting pregnant with Luke, but then they succeed??”

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Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: emetophobia tw

It’s amazing how one small sign on a stick can make your entire heart break in two. But sure enough, as the negative sign appears on the surface of the pregnancy test, you can’t help but let out a frustrated sob. At one point, you find yourself gripping the plastic tightly in your fist before throwing it across the bathroom, it clatters against the wall before falling to the floor.

You’d grown accustomed to negative pregnancy tests, it really shouldn’t be that catastrophic, but this time was different. This time you broke.

You and Luke had been trying so hard after all. The prenatal vitamins, the fertility drugs, all for nothing. You were empty. Barren.

Somewhere amidst your racing thoughts, Luke had heard your crying from the hall. He knocks softly before entering, his eyes widen at the image of you curled up on the floor.

“Baby-“ he whispers as he approaches you cautiously.

You rest your elbow on your scrunched up knees and let your face fall to your hands. You’re shaking your head, an indication that you couldn’t speak at the moment. You couldn’t find the words to tell him. Not again.

But he sits on the floor behind you and all but drags your body so your back is against his chest. His touch fills you with emotions and you cry harder. Luke wraps his arms around you, winding around your body and holding you tightly. Something tells you that he knows why you’re broken on the floor. And it hurts.

“I want a baby,” you plead softly.

“We’ll try again,” he whispers into your hair. “It’s okay, we’ll try again.”

He’s the voice of reason. The practical, yet optimistic mindset that you severely lack. You want to protest, to argue and yell and fight him on it. What was the point of trying again? What was the point of trying at all? But instead you let your head fall back against his chest and you nod, squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on the warmth of his skin pressed against yours. You held on, because what other choice did you have? Baby or no baby, it was still you and Luke.

You spent the majority of the week sulking. It was futile and you knew it, but you needed time to grieve. You’d move on. Just not yet.

Luke gave you an appropriate amount of space. He realized that you needed time to process. He understood.

It was Saturday morning when Luke comes barreling into the bedroom with a tray full of food. You stir away and sit up in bed, wiping your sleepy eyes before taking it all in. He’s balancing orange juice and pancakes with assorted fruits. He’s staring down at the food with his tongue sticking out of his mouth, like he’s concentrating too hard to keep it on the tray.

“What is this?” you ask in disbelief.

“I made breakfast,” he says proudly, only stopping to look at you once the tray is sitting solidly on the bed.

“I can see that, but why? What’s the occasion?” You’re smiling widely gazing at the delicious meal he prepared for you.

“Anything to show you how much I love you, and how much I care.”

Your smile gets marginally bigger and you look up at Luke fondly, your heart bursting with love and affection.

“Are you gonna eat with me then?” you ask smugly, scooting your body up closer to the tray of food.

Luke’s face breaks into a huge grin and he runs over to his side of the bed like a small child, climbing in and scooting up next to you.

“Thank you for doing this,” you say once the tray is practically empty. You and Luke always could put away some serious food.

You close the short distance between the two of you and press your lips to his. He tastes sweet, like maple syrup. When you pull away, you’re surprised to see Luke’s smile fading.

“What is it?”

“I just hate to see you hurting,” he says somberly, “I know you’re hurting. I know you want a baby, and it kills me that I can’t give that to you.”

“Luke—“ you try to interject.

“No, just listen… It does, it kills me that I can’t give you want you want. But I want you to know I love you. With everything inside of me, I love you. And if you want to try again, that’s okay. But if you don’t, that’s fine too. Either way, I’m always going to be here.”

You would have teared up. In fact, you would have most certainly burst into tears if not for the fact that your stomach was all of a sudden extremely nauseous. You flung yourself out of bed, barely cautious of the dishes at the end of the sheets and bolted towards the bathroom.

You cringe as the contents of Luke’s delicious breakfast empty into the toilet. He’s right behind you, rubbing your back and holding your hair. You try to wave him away, you don’t want him to see you like this.

“Shh—“ Luke coos as you retch and heave into the bowl.

When you’re finally done, you let yourself fall back against the tub and breathe for a moment.

“Are you okay?” Luke is asking frantically. He’s worried for you.

But you just breathe deeply before looking up to him, “You poisoned me,” you say laughing.

Luke looks relieved that you’re alright, but still concerned about your sweating forehead and sudden sickness.

You insist that it’s just a bug and refuse to let Luke fret over you. Instead, you spend the rest of the day relaxing and watching movies.

You throw up the next morning.

And again the morning after that.

You finally go into the doctors and you’re shaking the whole way there.

You don’t know what to expect, but you tell the doctor your symptoms. He nods and draws blood before exiting and letting the lab examine the results.

It feels like forever before he’s reentering the room, but when he does, he has a smug look on his face.

“Well?” you urge.

“Congratulations,” the doctor says, folding his arms. “You’re pregnant. You finally got your miracle baby.”

You and Luke were on top of the world. For the first time in so long, everything in your life felt good and you loved the little baby growing inside of you so much.

After only two weeks of knowing, you and Luke start talking about names.

“We don’t even know if it’s going to be a boy or girl,” you giggle as Luke starts rattling off baby names. You were both laying on the floor of the living room, the blankets and pillows pulled down with you like some sort of fort.

“We’ll prep for both then!” he says, leaning his head on your shoulder.

You squeeze your eyes shut, smiling so widely before nodding. “Yeah, okay. Let’s prep for both.”

Luke started coming home with baby stuff. First it was clothes. Unisex. Then a crib. Then some toys. You pretended to be annoyed. You’d roll your eyes and laugh at him for being so excited. But inside, you were bursting with happiness. As if you needed more evidence that Luke was going to be the best dad in the world.

He started adding it to the room you’d dedicated to your future child. The walls were painted a pleasant green color. Luke set up the crib, arranged the stuffed animals in just the right way. You even found him setting up a mobile above the baby’s crib one night before bed.

He’s on a small step ladder. You can see the skin of his hips and back as he reaches above his head. You stand in the doorway and watch him maneuver the screw driver. Once he’s finally content, he steps down. You smile and walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him from behind.

“Have I told you how much I love you today?” you ask into his t-shirt.

He rotates so that he’s facing you and bends down to plant a soft kiss on your lips. “No, but my ears are open,” he says.

“I love you,” you say between pecks. “More than anything.”

He smiles warmly back at you, “We’re gonna be a family,” he says, placing his hand on the base of your stomach. You get butterflies, and you’re not sure if it’s from his touch or his words. Either way, your heart feels like it might explode.

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years

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Newest Helper

Pair: Charlie Weasley x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You find out a secret of Charlie’s even his family doesn’t know about.

Warnings: Not exactly smut, but definitely not fluff. If I forgot any, please dm me.

Note: I literally have no idea what I’m doing but here ya go.

Smut Prompts 13 and 25: “If you wanted me so badly, why didn’t you just say so?” and “Is that a tattoo?”

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

It wasn’t fair. It really just wasn’t. He got to parade around like the piece of artwork you knew him to be. Fiery red hair sticking in every direction, big hands covered in dirt and ash, shirt absolutely soaked with sweat, allowing his muscles to show even better. Honestly, a piece of work and he didn’t even notice.

Luckily for you, he also didn’t notice the bulge in your pants or how your eyes were absolutely glued to his marvelous ass. Fuck. If he looked like an actual god outside in the sweltering rays of the sun, what did he look like in the coolness of someone's bedroom. The idea had your dick twitching in your trousers.

See, you were new to the dragon reserve and were assigned to work beside Mr. Weasley to learn the proper ways to care for the scaly beasts. Since you met him and shook his hand, you couldn’t think properly around him. He was so smart and caring and passionate, but you’d give anything to see him act out, but he was your mentor. You couldn’t just waltz up to him and ask to choke on his dick. No, that’s improper, but at least you could dream.

He shifted the sleeves of his paper thin flannel higher up his arms for the fifth time in the past two minutes. He had rolled them up to escape some of the heat, but was just revealing the straining veins of his forearms. You swallowed hard and suddenly your mouth was dry. Oh, you were lucky, weren’t you? Most people didn’t get to see views like this everyday. He knelt down in front of one of the reserve's smaller, yet ungaurded nests. He was busy checking the eggs while you were busy.. Doing something else. Your eyes had locked on his thighs that looked ready to bust through the seams of his jeans at any moment. How was this man so well built?

“(Y/n)!” Suddenly, he was snapping his fingers in front of your face, just inches from your nose. You didn’t even notice when he began talking to you.

“Ah, yes sir?” You gripped the broom in your hands tighter. You were assigned with some of the smaller jobs, since this could get dangerous. Your wide eyes watched as he shook his head and grinned at you, a soft chuckle effectively stopping your heart.

“First, we’ve been over this. You don’t have to call me sir.” He licked his dry lips, his arm dragging across his forehead, whipping away sweat and leaving a smudge across his smooth skin. “Second, I was asking if you wanted to take a break after we go through the egg routine again.” He waved his hand toward the last nest that needed to be checked and took the broom from you gently. You nodded, your words dying in your throat. You walked over to the nest and knelt down in front of it, starting to go over the check verbally and not once did Mr. Weasel- Charlie need to correct you.

Once you finished, and got his approval, you dusted your hands off on your own jeans and looked over at him. He was using the broom as an armrest, one foot crossed over the other as he watched you. You tried not to be obvious with your gaze, but it still flickered between the natural bump between his legs and his lazy grin.

“Nice job, (Y/n)! You’re picking this up really fast.” He grinned down at you. His eyebrow raised when your eyes shot back down. It may have been a millisecond, but he wasn’t exactly a stick. He had a brain behind his eyes. “Ya know, we’ve been working together for almost a good month now,” his tongue peaked out from between his lips, “,if you wanted me so badly, why didn’t you just say so?” His words had you floored.

“What? Oh, no!” You locked eyes with him as you stood up quickly, brushing the dirt off your pants. You hoped the heat coming to your cheeks was anything but normal. “No, no, no! I just um- I saw a bee?” Your voice wavered as he grabbed your wrist. You didn’t even notice when he’d set the broom off to the side or when he started dragging you to the unisex, one toilet bathroom in the barn. You watched him pull his wand out of his pocket and cast a spell. You chewed on your lip, running your hands together. “Am I fired?”

Charlie tossed his head back in a deep chuckle that reinstated in the square room.

“No! Of course not.” He began stepping toward you, his fingers coming to the buttons on his flannel and slowly undoing the first two at the collar. “Just wish you’d said something sooner, love. I wouldn’t have kept things so professional.” He grinned wider as your eyes followed his long fingered through the process of undoing each button. Eventually the shirt fell from his shoulders, revealing freckle covered skin, tan lines and-

“Is that a tattoo?” You blurted out, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline.

It was of a Romanian Longhorn, which made sense now that you thought about it. The dragon itself was strong, bulky and muscular, it represented him in the best possible way. The head rested just below the collar of where his shirt hid hit and it’s wings stretched across his shoulder and chest while it’s body curled and twisted all the way down his pec and rib. It didn’t move for the longest time, leading you to believe it was a muggle tattoo until it turned its head, basically locking eyes with you and blowing fire out of it’s mouth before scurrying down his back.

“Yes, it is. His name is Connor but we’re not here to talk about him.” He had cornered you into a wall, his hands slamming against the brick on both sides of your head, causing a squeal to echo in the room. “We’re here to take care of some business, yeah?” He pressed his body flush against yours, grinding his growing bulge against yours. When you nodded your head and your eyes dropped to his lips, he took that as permission to slam his lips into yours while your hands threaded through the messy red curls on top of his crown.

You quickly learned there was more than one tattoo on Charlie’s body and learned the names of them just as quickly.

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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years

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Dating Nathan Drake Headcanons

Request: I saw that you wrote for Uncharted! I was wondering if you would do “dating Nathan drake would include” maybe him and y/n have known each other for forever? Please? Love you 💜💜

It’s been so long but I am still so emotional about Nathan Drake so thank you <3

Comments are always appreciated!

You and the infamous Nathan Drake actually met for the first time while you were children, at the Saint Francis Home (we’re pretending it’s a unisex place here y’all). The first night, you were so afraid and so lonely that you kept on wrestling around your bed, unable to sleep.

As fate would have it, Nathan couldn’t sleep either, he was too busy sitting up and waiting to see if Sam would come visit him, as he had promised. Besides, the sound of you thumping back and forth across the springy, uncomfortable mattress was enough to wake even the heaviest sleeping nuns up in the dormitory the next building over.

Finally, when he couldn’t take anymore, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders. Tip toeing across the floor, trying not to wake anyone else up, he came over and sat on the edge of your bed, looking down at you expectantly.

‘I’m Nathan. Do you want some chocolate milk? I know the best way to sneak down into the kitchens without Father Duffy finding out.’

From then on, the two of you were as thick as thieves, and just as troublesome.

During some of his worse days while you’re both still stuck in the home, you would be the one to try and clean him up and keep him out of trouble with the nuns. He would constantly start fights if someone said something mean about his mother, and in time he was shocked himself to find that he’d attack anyone who said something bad about you as well.

It would always end up with your fingers grabbing onto his as you drag him away and back to your dormitories, pushing him onto your bed as you ran to the bathroom and tried your best to wet a bunch of paper towels with some cold water. When you came back to dap them onto the cut just above his eyebrow, he would always frown, embarrassed to be caught in such a state, but when he looked up at you, actually trying to help someone like him, his eyes would soften everytime without fail.

Although, you would always end up in a fair amount of trouble too. This often came after you had sneaked out with Nathan to go see Sam. Someone would always spot the three of you driving around the estate on his motorcycle, or would spot a scuff on your chin from where you had fallen trying to slide down the roof next to Nathan.

Speaking of, Sam absolutely loves you. He always teases the two of you when he sees you jumping down past St Francis’ gates, calling you things like ‘double trouble’. In reality, he was just overjoyed Nathan wasn’t alone in there, although it did scare him a little to see how similar the two of you were, and how much you got along.

Being with Nathan in Columbia, the first time he meets Sully. You had been absolutely terrified when you jumped down onto that roof only to see someone pointing a gun at Nathan, so even though Victor had saved him, you still didn’t trust him or his intentions when he took the two of you out for lunch. However, a small, familiar touch on your wrist from Nathan, and a small little smirk that always meant ‘trust me’, and somehow the two of you had another member joined into your unconventional family.

Being there for him when Sam ‘dies’ in prison. You knew. You had known Nathan for so long by now, that before he had even finished closing the door, you just knew. The slumped shoulders, the red bleariness of your eyes as he turns to you with such desperation and lackluster hope, the faltering step he took towards you meant that just before he fell to his knees your arms were already around his shoulders.

The night with him crying into your abdomen, fingers digging painfully into your hips as your fingers stroked gently through his short hair, knowing there was nothing either of you could say right now that could make the pain better.

He had refused to let you go into the prison to help find the St. Dismas Cross, and that was the only saving grace of the situation, that you hadn’t got hurt as well. He didn’t think he would have survived that one.

Admitting to you that he’s more afraid of losing you than of clowns

From then on, he gives you kisses whenever he can. Whenever he’s so excited, or nervous, or near Chloe, or has made a new discovery or destroyed another lost city, you get a kiss. Most of all, when you make it out of some near-death, near inescapable escapade, he scoops you into his arms and kisses you so passionately, it’s as if he thinks it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

After he manages to return from the plane crash and whole desert incident in Yemen, that’s when he realises that he was afraid that whole time, more than anything, not of dying but of never being able to see you again. Collapsing onto your knees, you try to stop your lips from wobbling as you stroke your hand over his dirt streaked cheek. You see one tear drip down from the crease of your eye and land on his forehead as his fingers fumble desperately to hold yours, pulling them down to kiss each knuckle.

You thought he was drifting off to sleep, but his voice is soft and scared as he says: ‘will you marry me?’

Being furious when he runs off to help Sam in Malaysia, but knowing in the end you would do anything for Nathan Drake, and so running off to save him yet again.

Although, your heart stopped when Sam accidentally knocked him off the edge of the cliff.

And his heart stopped when you pretended to be dead after escaping the exploding mummies.

He held you so tight to his chest, pulse absolutely thundering as he squeezed his eyes shut and sighed in blessed relief, promising himself to never let you go again.

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providencepeakrp · 3 years

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THIS CONNECTION HAS BEEN FILLED.

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Character Name: Maddie Hawthorne. Type of Connection: Ex-Spouse. Connection Name: Quinn Hawthorne (first name is VERY UTP, Quinn was just the first 'unisex' name that popped into my head). Connection Age: 33-40 (was ahead of Maddie in school by a year but doesn't have to be just a year older than her). Suggested FCs: Aja Naomi King, Antonia Thomas, Candice Patton, Diane Guerrero, Emily Osment, Michelle Ventimilla, Berk Cankat, Charles Michael Davis, Chris Hemsworth, Daniel Henney, Patrick Fleuger, John Krasinski, UTP.

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

Okay so I am very long winded so please bare with me pls. I'm gonna try and keep it short but that never works for me so sorry in advance lol. Maddie and Quinn met at Stanford during her sophomore year in some business class or another and tbh, they instantly hit it off.

Quinn was (at the least) one year ahead of Maddie in school but they began studying together and studying led to a dating and by Maddie's junior year the pair were engaged.

It was a quick courtship and a year long engagement, the couple getting married just after Maddie graduated (I think I said like two weeks or so?)

They both worked for her family's energy company and they had this like, picture perfect life? They had a big house in Summit Lake, a cute doggo, family BBQs, friends who came over for dinner parties, they worked hard and wanted for nothing. From the outside looking in they were perfect. Happy and in love. And tbh, Maddie and Quinn thought they were too.

So after being married for like, two and a half years the love birds~ started trying for a baby because Mama Dryden was asking about grandbabies and it just seemed like the logical next step in their relationship right? So they tried for a while (whether it be through natural means or IVF or other options is totally up for discussion!) and when Maddie's period was finally late Quinn was elated and Maddie... she played the excited part well but ended up on their bathroom floor waiting on two pregnancy tests having a full blown panic attack.

Sitting there she saw the rest of her life play out before her like a movie she didn't want to watch and tbh she hated it. She wasn't ready for any of this and tbh, she wasn't sure if she even wanted any of this. So for the first time in Maddie's life she put herself first and quit her job and her marriage and dipped.

SO IT'S BEEN SIX YEARS NOW. And there are so many ways things could have gone right? I had a Sweet Home Alabama idea where Quinn left the Dryden Corp job and moved away after Maddie left and has heard that she's back and comes back to get a final divorce for whatever reason. Or Quinn could have kept the job and never left Providence Peak because tbh Maddie's family loves Quinn who's from the perfect family, was the perfect partner, etc. etc. so they got their divorce but Quinn stayed around and now Maddie is having to face how horrible she was to Quinn.

Quinn's life before Stanford and in the six years since Maddie left is totally up to you!! I tried to leave it as open as possible tbh.

I also am like 75% certain I don't see them getting back together because of how Maddie just up and dipped so this isn't necessarily a romantic connection. Though I do imagine that they loved each other- even if Maddie had a shit way of showing it leaving the way she did. But it's something that can be discussed.

I also have a v bare bones Pinterest board for them here.

Do you need to be contacted before someone applies? yes, please.

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Awkward First Dates Witnessed By Staff.

Blogs By STEVIE JAYNE

6 Minute Read

If you think the staff didn’t notice your awkward interactions, you're mistaken. First Dates, we've all been on at least one.

They can be arranged to be anywhere. But now with access to social media at the tips of our fingers. We can meet people online without having ever met them in person before. Think about it, our parents use to walk down the street or attend an event. They would see someone they liked and exchange information to meet again. They exchanged information based on that first great interaction/moment.

Our generation, we exchange info before actually meeting them (wild). So, first dates typically happen somewhere with people around for that safety factor and a nice balance of distraction, to level out any quiet awkward moments. So over your dating app, you organised your date at a cafe or restaurant bar. Here are some stories of witnessed awkward dates by the Stevie Jayne Staff that have worked in hospitality before. Enjoy!

Claire, 25.

He arrived First and was clearly very nervous. He fidgeted back and forth between his phone and tapping the table. When she arrived, he stood up to hug her. He accidentally caught his foot between the table and chair. In the process, he knocks over the water bottle and glasses. Water spilling everywhere, all before she had even said a word to him. They stood there in silence as I wiped the table down. He was very polite and asked her what she would like to order? As he would go to the counter and pay. She told him and it was a very lengthy order filled with requirements. The panic on his face, as he said yep, ok, and walked to the counter. Poor guy, he didn't remember the order and was so worried about getting it wrong. He ran over to her again reluctantly, to confirm her order. Judging by his face, he would have been so nervous that nothing was going in. He came to the counter for the second time. Now, staff are now crowding around the counter to ears drop on the panic. I offered to help. I walked over to her, confirmed her order, and processed it through the register. I don't think he recovered from that moment on during the rest of the date. It was very cringy worthy.

Jess, 34.

They arrived together. He was super attractive and tall. As I came over to take their order, he stated his beverage and pointed to her, and said I'm assuming you've got this right? followed by a wink. She blushed, paused for a moment before continuing with her drink order. As I walked away, He continued, “Considering you’ve totally catfished me. You mars-well pay for me for coming and sticking around”.

In case you were wondering, she did pay for it in the end. It does suck, that It's seen as unprofessional to give life advice to my customers.

Sunshine, 27.

There are soooo many that I have witnessed. From the girl that couldn't stop saying the word “like” 6 times in every sentence. Or the guy that fell off the deck because he kept swinging in his chair. Which pushed him closer to the edge (Don't worry only a 3-foot drop). Or the guy that tried to pay for the bill, his card declined 3 times and on his other card (That one was really bad).

But the one that takes the cake, that stands out to me. Was when a woman was waiting for her date to arrive. She looked lovely! Somehow you could tell it had been a long time since she had been back on the dating merry-go-round. Her date arrives and he's equally as lovely. But then! He gets up to go to the bathroom and another man appears and sits in his chair. She was clearly upset by his presence. After offering water to tables nearby, I find out that this new guy is her ex. My heart is racing for her. Her date will come back to another guy in his sit and who knows what drama will unfold.

So I decided to assist her. I came over and asked her if she would like another seat for her extra guest to join? She said no. Then I turned to her ex, I requested that he calmly lower his voice, as our other customers are trying to enjoy the atmosphere. If he wasn't intending to dine at the cafe or lower his tone, I’d have to ask him to leave. I walked away and he continued yelling at her, causing a scene. I walked back over, stood by, and said, “Sir, you may leave now”. He left just as her date was arriving back to the table. He saw the whole thing and it was so sad to watch, as I polished the cutlery.

Blake, 23.

I made these smoothies for the table that was clearly having a first date. They were getting along, nerves were obvious but nothing too interesting. Time goes by, and a customer notifies me about the toilets, they didn't give me much detail. In hospitality, we have to stock and clean the toilets. I collected some toilet rolls and walked over to the unisex toilet. We have one toilet and there is usually a line of two-three people waiting. But as I walked over, the smell of poo was so strong! I see brown splashes on the pebble walkway that leads to the bathroom and it continues at random. Everyone has their noses covered and there is a line of six people. Some leave unable to hear and smell the scene any longer. I knock on the stall door and ask if the customer is alright. He clearly has food poisoning. It was so bad, I needed assistance from other staff to clean it up with a hose. Long story short, he was the guy on the date. I had to tell his date, that he had food poisoning and that we were taking care of the bill, and to not wait on him. She patiently waited 30minutes and left after that. Poor fella. He had to call a family member to bring a spare set of pants and underwear. It was that bad.

We all know someone that has their fair share of date horror stories. Next time, ask your friend that has worked in hospitality. They have horrific requests, cringe-worthy interactions with customers, and overhear everything. We won't list where these dates happened or the customer's names because you know privacy. But the people listed are the waiters/waitresses that experienced these moments. Laughter is good for the soul, so we hope you enjoy these. Also, It’s good to reflect on the topic. We're all human and experience nerves on the first dates. There are many variables that can occur and kindness is key. Happy Dating!

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yugyummygot7reactions · 4 years

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My G7 Fantasies (Sexual and Not Sexual)

MMkay so I don’t think these are really CRAZY. They are just the fantasies I have about them. But I can’t think of any super crazy ones. I put them below the line because fuck this post is long (Even if y’all don’t want to read it..the gifs are pretty good :)

NON SEXUAL

Mark: I don’t have any non-sexual fantasies about Mark… I know that’s weird, but I just don’t.

JB:

I have a fantasy that I’d meet him randomly and get to know him as a casual friend and he would write a song about me.

Jackson: I have a fantasy that Jackson would be a personal trainer at a gym I go to and would be my trainer and nutrition coach. I think he would be so much fun in the gym.

Jinyoung: I have a fantasy that I would meet him at a book signing for an author we both like. We would be sitting next to each other during a chapter reading and we would then be next to each other in line waiting to get our books signed. We would spend the day talking about the book and the author and would really connect. After we got our books signed though, we would part ways. It would just be one day of strangers bonding over a love of books.

Youngjae: I have this fantasy that Youngjae will be at a café in downtown San Francisco, and I’ll just happen to be in downtown and stop for a tea and our orders get called at the same time. He would accidentally bump into me and apologize in Korean and then realize I probably wouldn’t speak Korean and try to think of a way to apologize in English. Before he can I would answer him in near perfect Korean. He would introduce himself and would invite me to join him. We would end up having a secret long-distance affair and would live happily ever after.

Bam Bam: My non-sexual fantasy would be to go on a boojee shopping spree and for Bam to redo my wardrobe, makeup, and hair. So shallow, but I love his fashion sense.

Yugyeom: I have this fantasy that my bestie and I go to a dance class in Korea like 5ish years from now. It’s one of those classes that you learn a kpop dance and then get to record yourself doing it with a group of other people. It was a throwback class and the dance was Just Right(which is why we signed up) anyways, we get there, and Yugyeom is the dance teacher. He looks DAMN good. Like his military service really bulked him tf up(like a Jinyoung/JB body kind of bulk up). He recognizes bestie and I from the US concerts (We’ve been to A SHIT TON OF THEM and done Hi-Touches and photo ops). We get to hang with him after the dance class and hear from him stories about the Got7 glory days.

SEXUAL

Mark: I have this fantasy that I would meet Mark years from now, like long after G7 is no more, like he’s married or with someone long term. We meet at a swinger’s party and hit it off on a sexual level only. I end up having some solo bdsm fun with him before his partner joins us and it becomes a super kinky threesome with sensory deprivation and orgasm denial. It would end with Mark jacking off in the corner while his partner and I went at it.

JB: I have a fantasy that we would meet at a club one night, like he doesn’t want to be there but has to. We would both be tipsy af and would meet outside of the unisex bathroom. We would both just decided to go in at the same time. Like we didn’t know who was actually first so we both get mad and fight over who gets to go next. We both end up mad and alone in the bathroom together and JB just fucks me bare in this animalistic way. It would be a one off like we never even introduced ourselves kind of one-night stand.

Jackson: I have this odd fantasy with Jackson. Like, I don’t have this kink, even a little bit, but I think he could so it always comes up in sexual fantasies I have about it. It would be a consistent sex thing, like not dating, just like fwb thing, but he would be obsessive about not using condoms and trying to be risky with accidental pregnancy. Like he would be encouraging me to sometimes skip the pill and to always let him cum inside. He would also say things about being so excited to start a family and see me pregnant with his son or daughter. It is like the textbook description of sex with a breeding kink.

Jinyoung: I have a fantasy that Jinyoung and I would be at the same hotel and that both of us wanted to go swimming when there weren’t a lot of people around. We both had charmed different concierge/front desk workers to let us use the pool after it was technically closed. I would be there first and while relaxing in the pool, Jinyoung would enter, surprised that there was another person there. He would point out he thought the pool was closed and that no one else would be there. I apologize and offer to leave since I’d already been there for a while. He says it’s okay and proceeds to take off his shirt. We are both swimming and while under water accidentally swim into each other. We both surface and are far too close together. I apologize while we are millimeters apart and he says it’s okay before kissing me. We end up making out and moving over to the hot tub where we fuck in the open. We then get too hot and cool off with a round 2 in the pool. Only to find the workers who helped us get in to the pool in the first place were watching through the pool windows the whole time.

Youngjae: I have this fantasy that I would meet Youngjae in a dark bar and that we would go back to his place and he would tie me up and blindfold me and Dom me like there was no tomorrow. I want that boy to show me his hidden dark side. He would have a secret room of all of the toys you could imagine and would have a crazy plan to use a lot of them for orgasm denial and other fun. He would set a safe word and would actually be the kinkiest mf ever. It would be a long night of pleasure and pain.

Bam Bam: I have a fantasy that I would meet Bam Bam online on like a FetLife site or something. When we meet up he uses his beautiful lips and tongue for oral and then after a few rounds of traditional vanilla sex, he would pull out a harness with a unique dildo on it and would asked to be pegged. He would already be ready with a fidget spinner plug in (or something as equally cheesy and novelty as that.)

Yugyeom: Okay so we would be at JB’s place for some reason and I’ve known Yugyeom for a while but it’s just been a friendship, nothing more. We both get borderline drunk and start getting super touchy with each other. When JB is preoccupied with something going on in the main space, Yugyeom would pull me down the hallway into JB’s room. He would slam me against the door and kiss me. Telling me he wanted to do this for so long. We end up having fairly quick sex on JB’s bed. The only kinkiness was some light choking. He leaves bite bruises and hickeys EVERYWHERE. We get dressed and slip back out into the group only to realize too late that my underwear is still in JB’s room. We leave it there and hope he just never finds it.

#got7 #my fantasies #hideinsideout #yugyummygot7reactions

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tomeandflickcorner · 4 years

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Umbrella Academy Rewatch 1x06

1x01 1x02 1x03 1x04 1x05

Well, it’s time to buckle your seatbelts, as we’re over halfway through. And there’s now only three days left to stop the apocalypse.

This episode starts off with the explanation of what went on during Klaus’ accidental trip to 1968. When he unwittingly used the time traveling briefcase at the end of episode 4, he was whisked back to Vietnam, right in the middle of the Vietnam War. Specifically an army encampment’s sleeping quarters located in A Shau Valley. Seconds after his arrival, he gets thrown right into things, being dragged along with a squadron getting shipped off to the front lines. One of the soldiers, a young man named Dave, takes notice of Klaus’ dumbfoundedness and reaches out to him, assuring him that he’ll adjust to how crazy things are. We then get a montage of Klaus and Dave getting closer, culminating in them forming a romantic relationship. (Which was a risky endeavor in itself. Unless I’m mistaken, back in the 1960s, Klaus and Dave would have faced being discharged or even court-marshaled if their relationship was found out.)

Back in the present day, Klaus is seen discarding his pills in the toilet, indicating that he’s going to try to stay sober. It’s possible he’s taken what Diego said last episode to heart and figured that, if he stops using drugs to stay high, he might be able to see Dave’s ghost. But as Klaus tries to settle in for his withdrawal to start, Luther pokes his head into the bathroom, just about ordering him to come downstairs for an emergency family meeting. When Klaus complies, joining Allison, Luther and Diego downstairs, they start discussing the approaching apocalypse, which is scheduled to occur in three days, and how Hazel and Cha-Cha had been after Number 5 because he was trying to prevent it. Luther also admits that, according to Number 5, they all died in their attempt to stop the apocalypse the first time around.

At Hazel and Cha-Cha’s motel room, they receive word that the termination against Number 5 has been lifted, meaning he’s cleared things up with The Commission. Cha-Cha is not pleased that Number 5 seemingly got off so easily. She starts venting that they need to do better on their next job, so The Commission will still see them as valuable. This leads to an argument between her and Hazel, as Hazel is getting tired of the constant flow of assignment after assignment. The argument ends with Hazel walking out, stating he’s heading for the vending machines. After he leaves, Cha-Cha receives another message from The Commission. Upon reading it, she sees she’s been ordered to terminate Hazel.

Meanwhile, Number 5 and The Handler have arrived back at The Commission's headquarters. Number 5 is eager to discuss the details about how his siblings will be kept safe, and how he can get restored to his actual age, but The Handler insists he be patient. Instead, she shows him to his new office. In the process, we get to see a bit more of how The Commission operates. Basically, each major event in history is assigned to a case manager. Field agents on the ground are tasked with making sure the event will happen as it should. Whenever an individual seems to be making a decision that could prevent that event from happening as it should, the field agent sends a report to the case manager, who decides what must be done to remove the problem individual from the equations, with orders being sent to temporal assassins like Hazel and Cha-Cha. Number 5 asks which case manager was assigned to the apocalypse, so The Handler introduces him to Dot. As his first task as a case manager for The Commission, Number 5 is assigned to the Hindenburg Disaster.

Back at the Umbrella Academy mansion, Vanya stops by with Leonard, with the intention of inviting her siblings to her first concert as first chair. However, Vanya is not too happy when she finds Luther, Diego, Allison and Klaus discussing the apocalypse, angry that they’re having a family meeting without her. Allison assures her that she’ll fill her in later, but to no avail, as Vanya is convinced that her siblings are jerks for always leaving her out, and she storms off. Leonard follows after her, but then states he forgot his jacket and goes back for it. But it turns out this was just a ploy for him to steal a figurine of Reginald Hargreeves from a display case containing action figures of the Umbrella Academy Siblings.

Back with the other Haegreeves Siblings, Allison tries to go after Vanya to either explain or apologize. But Luther stops her, saying there’s no time for that as they need to determine what exactly will cause the apocalypse. He theorizes it might have something to do with the moon, since Reginald must have sent him up there for a reason, so he intends to try and find out where Reginald stored all the research he’d been sent from Luther’s mission on the moon. Diego and Klaus, however, are not on board. Klaus points out that they apparently failed at stopping the apocalypse the first time, so why would they have any more luck this time? What’s the point of even trying? And Diego insists on going after Hazel and Cha-Cha, announcing that if he’s going to die anyway in three days time, he wants to make sure that Detective Patch is avenged before then. Allison also elects to not even try, since they have no hope if they don’t have the full force of the the Umbrella Academy Siblings on board. So, if there’s no hope left, she just wants to take advantage of the time she has left to be with her daughter, Claire, regardless of whatever custody restrictions there are.

Elsewhere, Vanya and Leonard are heading down the street, with Vanya venting angrily about her frustrations towards her siblings. After a few moments of this, Leonard interrupts her rant to direct her attention to the section of street they’ve just walked down. All the streetlamps they passed have been bent, and the parked cars’ alarms are going off. Leonard suggests that Vanya might have been responsible for the damage, but Vanya insists that’s impossible. After all, she’s just the ordinary one. She doesn’t have any special powers.

We then briefly cut back to the Umbrella Academy mansion, with Diego getting ready to head out after Hazel and Cha-Cha. He asks Klaus to help him with his bootlaces, as Diego’s arm is still up in a sling, having been injured in the last episode. Klaus agrees, as long as Diego agrees to tie him up afterwards, as Klaus is trying to sober up and wants to make sure he keeps up his resolve when the withdrawals hit.

Back with Number 5, he’s hard at work at The Commission. But it turns out he’s got ulterior motives, as he attempts to send a message through the pneumatic chutes. But The Handler stops him, announcing that’s not part of the procedure. Only Gloria is permitted to operate the pneumatic chutes. The Handler then looks at the scroll Number 5 was trying to send out, which ordered a hit on a man named Karl Weber, the owner of a butcher shop. Through a long, complected explanation, Number 5 explains that, with Karl’s death, the butcher shop will be passed on to his son, Otto. And since Otto doesn’t follow proper hand-washing procedures, the Hindenburg's captain, upon ordering his usual roast from the butcher shop in question, will develop food poisoning. Which will make him late for work and, in an effort to make up for lost time, he’d sail the Hindenburg right into a weather front, ensuring its inevitable explosion.

Of course, this is all just a clever ploy on Number 5′s part, as he manages to steal Dot’s case file on the apocalypse when the lunch bell rings. He tries to duck into the bathroom to read it in secret, but he’s once again interrupted by The Handler, who also steps into the bathroom. (Guessing its a unisex bathroom?). She goes on a long spiel about how one faulty cog can disrupt the whole system. And then, for some reason, she looks in at Number 5 over the door of his bathroom stall, inviting him to join her for lunch in her office. (Sheesh, lady! Ever hear of a thing called privacy?)

Hazel and Cha-Cha drive out into the middle of the woods. It seems that Cha-Cha told Hazel that The Commission sent word that their briefcase had been located out there. Of course, we can surmise this was all a ploy, as Cha-Cha plans on executing Hazel out here, so she can dispose of his body in the woods without breaking a sweat. After they’ve entered the woods, Hazel, seemingly oblivious to Cha-Cha’s secret orders to kill him, asks her if it would really be so bad if they didn’t find the briefcase. He suggests they should just try and settle down where they are and try and forge a new life for themselves. Cha-Cha reminds him that the world will essentially end in three days, but Hazel is not phased, suggesting they try and stop it. However, Cha-Cha is not swayed, stating they can only do what The Commission tells them to do, as there’s no way around it. She then raises her gun to shoot, with the screen fading to black. But then it’s revealed that Cha-Cha didn’t go through with it, simply driving them both back to their motel room, with Hazel offering to go get them some dinner from a Chinese restaurant.

Elsewhere, Luther is ransacking Reginald's old office, looking for the reports and samples he’d sent down from the moon. As he’s searching, Pogo enters the room, enabling Luther to question him about their whereabouts. Pogo initially seems reluctant, but upon Luther’s urging, he directs Luther to a hidden compartment beneath the floorboards. When Luther opens up the trapdoor, he finds, to his dismay, that Reginald had never even opened any of the reports he’d received. This leads to Luther having an emotional breakdown, believing that Reginald sent him up to the moon just to get him out of the way, and had believed he hadn’t been good enough to be Number 1 after all. Pogo tries to comfort him and offer him reassurance, but Luther turns him away, stating he just wants to be left alone.

On the other side of the mansion, Allison is packing her bags, getting ready to leave. As she packs, she comes across a locket that’s been engraved with the inscription ‘A+L.’ This leads to a flashback, where Young Luther and Young Allison had a secret late-night picnic in a secluded room in the mansion, where Luther had given her the locket as a present. They then begin to dance to a record player, only to be interrupted by Reginald, who forbids them from ever coming up there again.

While all this is going on, Diego is tying Klaus up, as he requested. Klaus admits that he’s trying to get sober enough to see the dead again, so he can see Dave. This leads to another bonding moment between the brothers, as Diego can relate to Klaus’ loss, having both lost Detective Patch and their mother, Grace. (Because Diego isn’t aware Pogo reactivated her yet.) But then, in a humorous moment, the moment Diego finishes tying up Klaus, he realizes that he needs to pee.

Back at Leonard’s place, he and Vanya discuss the possibility that Vanya had powers of her own that have been lying dormant all this time. Vanya is highly skeptical of the notion, stating that she would have been an active member of the Umbrella Academy if she had been special.

At The Commission, The Handler informs Number 5 that they’re already hard at work at constructing a new body for him. She then shows him her collection of items she’s secretly collected from various eras, such as a grenade from the Vietnam War and the very pistol Hitler used to kill himself. Number 5 takes a moment to admire the weapons before suggesting a change of protocol for The Commission, asking if it would be easier if case managers got to send their own messages instead of leaving it to Gloria. The Handler replies that Gloria had been with The Commission for years and is on the verge of making pension, so it would be a horrible thing to let her go. Besides, Gloria is well liked and people would not respond well to her dismissal Before more could be said, they are interrupted by Dot, who wants to discuss something with The Handler in private.

Allison checks up on Luther, stating she couldn’t get a flight to L.A. until later and plans on waiting at the airport for the next available seat, but couldn’t leave without saying goodbye. Luther informs her of his discovery of how Reginald never bothered to look at any of his moon research, indicating that their father didn’t care about what he was doing up on the moon. Luther now feels that he doesn’t have what it takes to stop the apocalypse, as it’s clear he doesn’t deserve to be the leader of the Umbrella Academy Siblings. To try and cheer him up, Allison brings Luther up to the room where they’d tried to have their late-night picnic, with them finding their makeshift tent is still standing. They then try to drink the sodas they never got to drink, which have naturally gone bad. However, Luther notices Allison is now wearing the locket he’d given her. They decide to spend a little more time together before Allison leaves for her flight.

Back at the motel, Cha-Cha is burning the order she’d received to kill Hazel, having decided to not go through with it. She then heads over to Griddy’s Donuts, where she catches Hazel visiting Agnes. It’s clear this discovery doesn’t sit well with her.

Klaus, meanwhile, has finished his bathroom break. But when Diego is preparing to tie him up again, Klaus begins to have second thoughts, saying he’d like one last hit before getting tied up. But Diego is not having it, forcing Klaus into the chair and proceeding to tie up the struggling Klaus. In desperation, Klaus offers to help conjure up Detective Patch for him, but Diego insists he doesn’t want to see her until he can tell her he took out the people who killed her. Before departing, Diego gives Klaus a bucket, saying that if he needs to pee again, he can just use that. When Klaus is left alone, he has a flashback to his final moments in the Vietnam War. During a fierce battle, Dave was hit by enemy gunfire and mortally wounded. In desperation, Klaus called out for a medic, but no help arrived, and Dave died in his arms.

Before Diego steps out, he is shocked to see Grace walking around. Only she doesn’t seem to remember anything that happened throughout the week, although, she also notices Pogo lurking in the background, so it’s possible she was only pretending to throw him off the scent. Grace then states it seems like a perfect day to go to the park. Diego reminds her that Reginald never let her off the grounds, but Grace retorts that Reginald isn’t around anymore. So Diego agrees to take her to the park. When they reach the park, Diego states that Reginald was wrong to keep her cooped up in the mansion. Grace then admits that Pogo and her have been lying to them all about something.

As for Luther and Allison, they are still spending their time together, until Allison decides it’s time she left to catch her plane. But as she starts to walk off, Luther runs after her, asking her to dance with him. They then begin to dance, with the scene giving them an imaginary dress change. As their dance ends, they end up kissing and confessing their true feelings for one another (icky, icky, ewwy WEIRD!!!!). Allison then suggests they fly out to L.A. to see Claire together.

Klaus, in turn, starts coming out of his drug withdrawal, achieving sobriety at last. As such, he is able to see Dave’s smiling ghost standing over him, a sight that visibly elates him.

Leonard and Vanya are about to head off to bed together. But when Leonard steps out of the room to takes some clothes down to the laundry room, Vanya leans over to pick up a stray sock up off the floor. In the process, she finds Reginald’s journal under Leonard’s bed. When she starts to read it, she discovers that Reginald actually knew she had an unfathomably powerful ability, but had decided that it must be kept a secret, and had started giving her her medication in order to keep her sedated and her powers under lock and key.

As the episode comes to a close, Number 5 overhears Dot telling Gloria that The Handler knows he’s up to something, and that she has to get a message to Hazel and Cha-Cha immediately. Before Gloria can reach the pneumatic chutes, however, Number 5 jumps her,knocking her out and stealing the message she was about to send off, which turn out to be instructions to protect a man called Harold Jenkins. Taking this information as a new lead in his ultimate mission to stop the apocalypse, Number 5 beings to execute an escape attempt. First, we get the revelation that Number 5 was the one who sent Cha-Cha the order to kill Hazel, which she appears to have gone through with after seeing him with Agnes, as she sneaks up on him in the shower and fires off a few bullets through the shower curtain. But it’s then revealed that Number 5 also sent a separate order to Hazel, which he’d received when he visited the motel vending machine. Hazel’s order was to kill Cha-Cha. But Hazel was planning to ignore it, until he saw Cha-Cha’s attempt to kill him. He wasn’t actually in the shower, but had set things up to look that way to trick Cha-Cha. When he catches her trying to kill him, Hazel comes up behind her and knocks her out.

After Number 5 sent out those orders, The Handler confronts him, and a gun battle begins between them, with Number 5 managing to dodge out of the way of her bullets with his teleport ability. Before long, The Handler runs out of bullets. Taking advantage of this, Number 5 takes her out with one of her own grenades. He then steals a briefcase from the storage room, destroying the others in the proceeds. Number 5 uses the stolen briefcase to travel back in time to the start of the episode, arriving at the Umbrella Academy mansion right after Vanya stormed out in annoyance over being excluded from the family meeting. He announces to Luther, Allison, Diego and Klaus that they have a new lead. To prevent the apocalypse, they have to find and stop Harold Jenkins.

Final Observations/Questions:

Who is Harold Jenkins?

So everything that happened in this episode, with Klaus becoming sober enough to see Dave again, Diego being reunited with Grace and helping her be able to set foot outside the mansion for the first time and Luther and Allison being able to get together, not to mention Vanya finding her father’s journal that revealed she actually had powers this whole time, never happened because Number 5 essentially hit the reset button on the entire day. Well, that stinks. (Though I’m not exactly comfortable with Luther and Allison being romantically entwined, seeing as they’re adopted siblings. That’s still a bit too incestuous for my taste.)

I guess the secret Pogo wanted Grace to maintain is out- Vanya also has powers of her own. Although, that leaves the question as to why Reginald didn’t want anyone to know about it.

While I don’t entirely fault Vanya for being angry about not being included in the family meeting, a part of me still feels she was a bit unreasonable. Wasn’t she staying at Leonard’s place? Do her siblings even have his number? Besides, Allison did say she’d fill her in, and it seemed like her implication was that she’d fill her in once Leonard wasn’t around. Especially considering Allison has already made it clear she doesn’t trust him. (A mistrust that clearly is warranted, given he clearly murdered Helen and also stole that figurine for unknown reasons.) In any event, Allison does seem to be trying to be there for Vanya, but every time she tries to be a sister, Vanya practically bites her head off. Talk about a vicious cycle.

What’s Hazel and Cha-Cha going to do, now that the trust between them is broken?

#umbrella acedmy #umbrella academy 1x06

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kariachi · 5 years

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And we’re going to try for another two episodes today, which’ll be the last season 4 ones I have access to in a language I know for a while. So after today we’ll probably be getting breaks of at least a week between liveblogs. But that’s something to worry about then, this is now, and we’re going for What Rhymes With Omnitrix.

There’s poetry in this episode, I love poetry. Ya know before I settled deep into fic I used to mostly do poetry? Anymore I only rarely do, but back in like the sixth, seventh grade? Poetry all over the place. Then I realized I could induce emotion better through narrative prose and dialogue and a true ficcer was born.

Anyway, is another Kevin episode of course, and Charm but who gives two shits about Charm, so let’s get into it! My son and poetry!

They’re just dropping us right in with Charm, who has poetry very blatantly about Gwen and how she hates her. In public. Can’t fault the kid for confidence or dedication.

This girl and Kevin both need therapy, preferably in different cities because last time she and Kev were in the same space he looked this close to killing her and while that would be entertaining to watch, kinda hard to go to therapy when a pissed off tween is carving your bones into parts for his latest piece of tech. Because if anybody would tap into the necromantic arts purely as a fuck you to someone he’d already killed, it’s reboot!Kevin.

‘Ode to Hating Gwen So Much #16′ Charm, kiddo, you need therapy and a hobby. Have you considered felting? Maybe videogames? A couple hours of Terraria would do you good.

Polite people at the (presumably) Amateur Poetry Night.

Oh look, a Kevin. Of course any book you carry around is gonna be black, you aesthetic mess.

Also can I pause a moment here in appreciation for every bathroom we’ve seen so far I think appearing to be unisex? Very nice.

“Conning” and here is where I heave a sigh and my bloodpressure goes up a bit, because what she did to Kevin was not conning in any way, that was clearly and blatantly magical enslavement complete with chains, torture, and mindcontrol. You can’t just downplay that shit like this and expect me to go along with it, not when the sequel series already tended to pull that, especially with regards to Charmcaster doing that sorta shit. You do not get to blatantly show Kevin being forced to do things against his will, being tortured for fighting back, and then try to pass it off as him having been tricked into working with her. What the fuck is with this franchise with having Charm do horribly evil shit and then just waving it off?

At least Kevin still clearly hates her.

Charm trying to play like she’s actually gotten more powerful since they last saw each other and is not, ya know, powerless in front of somebody she literally tortured and who is bigger than her even without his shapechanging watch. At least she’s reacting appropriating even if Kevin isn’t. Laying it on kinda thick though for someone who just ruined her makeup with tears not three minutes ago.

Are these children both trying to outbluff each other? Oh that works. I can totally work with a Kevin who’s kinda scared of Charm after what she did, alongside a Charm that’s definitely scared of Kevin now that she’s powerless and has hurt him so bad. That is something I can enjoy. Not that Kevin does it particularly well, but he’s young yet and anyway he doesn’t need to bluff well to avoid trouble here, he just needs to fall for Charm’s bluff.

And lo, the classic ‘we bumped into each other and dropped our books, then each grabbed the wrong book when we walked away’ trope. Always a good one. I hope they realize they have the wrong books fast though, given they look nothing alike.

Definitely a unisex bathroom, nice.

Charm’s uncle gave her a magic amulet. I’ve seen people theorize this is referring to Hex, but I don’t think that makes sense given what we know of either of them so far so I’m not giving the reboot back those points.

Of course Slam Poetry Night attracts a Rath. Of course. I wondered how they were going to get Ben into this.

Max really needs to stop using slang from any decade. It’s just painful.

Gwen sees Kevin take the stage and just, “oh no”.

So, this is definitely where Kev realizes he has Charm’s book, he’d have to, it’s full of somebody else’s poetry.

Also can I just say 1) I am proud of my baby for going into poetry, it is very good for working through your emotions (am proud of Charm for that too, but, ya know, my son vs Charm) and 2) I am not surprised to see him being into poetry given the sheer number of books we see him owning in other series. Like, at least 65, which doesn’t seem like a lot until you remember he’s probably only been acquiring them over the past few years, if not just over the course of the sequels, and that he’d have to be putting aside time specifically to read them given how much shit he’s shown doing regularly. Basically- my boy is literary and it’s wonderful.

And he has realized this ain’t his book.

Ben no heckling! There are rules and manners to the world you know! Gwen smack him.

And upon being heckled Kevin just tosses the book and decides to freestyle it ‘I came out here to have a good time but bitch if you wanna go I’ll go’ style.

He’s not bad. Especially when you consider he’s, so small. As nix would put it ‘this is a fetus’.

Ben, not happy with getting called out.

Ooo, complete with dropping the mike and walking away, point to Kevin! That is Kevin 1:Ben 0 so far this episode.

Ben just the living embodiment of that Pikachu meme after that.

Climbing on stage to try to win a point for himself in this battle of the wordsmithing. Godspeed, Tennyson.

Rath is being Rath and Kevin is just, not impressed. He knows he’s won, he knows Ben is rising to the bait and can’t do shit.

Kevin glancing out into the crowd like ‘am I the only one seeing him being this... wtf? tell me I’m not, we’re all seeing this right?’

Kevin trying to point out to Rath that he is not rapping, not even close, wtf Tennyson. The best part being, I’m fairly sure he’s offended on behalf of all rap at Rath’s complete failure to even be in the same ballpark.

And Ben times out, thank fuck, maybe we can make some progress here before Kevin kicks his ass just to defend the honor of a whole artistic medium.

Also I’m already counting the above as point 2 to Kev.

He hasn’t even started and I’m in pain.

Not eight words in and already Kevin is even less impressed and I’m in even more pain. Just gonna channel Ben trying to rap when I head into urgent care, that should be enough pain to chill me out.

Not even a verse in and Gwen and Max are this close to skipping town and just, abandoning Ben here. “Tennyson? No, no, we’re the Smith family, never seen that kid before, think he might be delusional.”

Point Kevin. He didn’t even have to do anything for this one, just not be Ben.

So that’s Kevin 3:Ben 0, so far this episode.

“Even your grandpa wants you off the stage.” Which is true, but gets Kevin dive-tackled offstage anyway.

Hello Charm, back again I see.

And now it is your turn to realize you have the wrong book?

Oh gods Kevin put effort into making his alien names cooler than Ben’s. And the early ideas were shit. But it worked in the end, so hey. At least we can assume his band-related naming scheme is deliberate in-character. Good on him, too, for writing everything down, it’s good for reference and can help get thoughts straight. (part of why it’s good for dealing with emotional shit)

Don’t you side-eye the camera, child, you mean to tell me you just jumped straight to Charmcaster without any stupid name ideas along the way?

“You started it!”“No you started it!” Okay boys, take you shoving match elsewhere and also Ben, Kev’s right, you are the one who started it with your heckling.

Charmcaster is just, not for Gwen existing in the same area as her. Gwen, meanwhile, is just surprised to see her.

Charm I don’t know what you’re looking for in there, it’s a tween engineer’s private journal, it’s not gonna have anything you can use against Gwen. Against Kevin, probably, against Gwen, not likely.

Charmcaster you cannot get up anyone’s ass about emo poetry when you recited ‘Ode To Hating Gwen So Much #16′ on stage. Pot, kettle, black.

It’s a poetry powered amulet. Either that or Kevin’s poetry counts as spellwork. I wonder if there’s something specific you have to do to make a poem count as a spell or if it’s just whatever works as long as it’s a magic user reading it aloud? Because Charm clearly ain’t meaning to cast this as a spell, at least at first, and yet. That seems kind of worrying though, if that’s the case. I mean what happens if a warlock tries to read his kid some Shel Silverstein at bedtime?

What happens if a sorcerer recites It’s Raining Pigs And Noodles?

I don’t know whether I’m more concerned to continue listening or for how Kevin’ll react if he notices Charm is reading his poetry aloud. I mean this is sounding like a personal one (and speaking as a former 11yo poet with Issues, I know what that sounds like) and gods if somebody I didn’t like was reading one of mine aloud I don’t know if I’d have broken down or killed them where they stood.

Gods I’m gonna have to rewatch this episode when it ends up on CN’s site so I can get a proper transcript of this, their captioning works right.

Welp. I knew emo poetry was powerful but this takes the cake.

Charm that is not your shit! Go find your book again! Or are you worried your shit isn’t as strong as his? I mean I’m getting more and more convinced this isn’t something he’d have been reading aloud.

Oh gods it does only go for real poetry! She tries to throw in some stuff built for spellcrafting and the amulet nopes right out! ‘Sorry, kiddo, there’s gotta be emotion involved or it’s just not happening’.

Hopefully that answers the Pigs And Noodles question

I’m kinda hoping Charm’s mini reign of terror is ended by a beet red Kevin divetackling her from offscreen and wrenching his journal from her. Bonus points if he gets her upside the head with it.

Gotta love when youtube decides to while you’re trying to pause on a scene.

Meanwhile, the boys have worn themselves out with their fighting and arguing.

Kevin, panicking because Charmcaster has his notebook and is also reading it aloud. As is the only proper response to such things.

Ben- out to stop Charmcaster because she a dangerous badguy Kevin- out to stop Charmcaster because she is reading his poetry aloud AAAAA

Charmcaster pls, stop being an ass for seven seconds

Child you cannot just recruit emo boys to write you sad poetry! Especially not after you just read their poetry aloud without their okay, it’s just not right! Besides, that’s not the look of someone who wants anything other than for you to close the book and forget you ever saw anything that was in there.

Charm: Work with me Kevin: Fuck you and the horse you rode in on

“You two are weak” Chamrcaster you only have power right now because you’re taking it from his poetry. I’m pretty sure that puts him above you on the scale by default.

Kevin, joining Team Tennyson purely to get back his notebook. Again, perfectly valid.

TL;DR: Kevin accidentally wrote a spellbook

I’m still wondering what it is that makes his poems work but not Charm’s actual spells? Is it the emotion behind them? In UAF magic was made of life force, in theory putting enough emotion into your writing could maybe imbue the words with magic? Is the solution to this puzzle that Kevin was feeling so strongly when he wrote this shit that they became magic on their own? Or does the amulet just search for true emotion in words and make it so? How is this all working?

If these boys could stop fighting each other for like 13 seconds we might actually get something done.

Charmcaster sealed Gwen’s voice with poetry. Welp.

Welp, the old ‘everything’s an enemy’ illusion trope. Not an illusion this time, but same deal.

Kevin: *easily sees through the spell because Charmcaster!Humongasaur keeps growing his damn tail* “You’d have to be a complete nincompoop not to see through this, right Tennyson?” Ben: *falls right for the spell*

Damnit Ben, Kevin thought you were better than that.

“I can’t not hit the dweeb now.” These children.

Charmcaster leave the innocent bystanders alone!

It takes Ben hearing himself get called Dweebyson to realize he’s fighting Kevin. Kevin knew the deal from the word go. Have I mentioned which one is my son?

Kevin makes Ben embarrass himself to prove he’s him, even though he already knows. Turns to him for a plan.

Kevin as Darkmatter: Finds Ben not timed in, fiddles with Omnitrix to bring it back up to charge, throws him at Charmcaster

“Stop her before she finishes that poem!” Well I’m concerned now

“I’ll show them all what I can do, I’m much more than a leech, their bodies paralyzed by words, their hearts grow heavy from my speech” Yes yes this was a very powerful verse magically I’ll unpause for the results in a second, do you see that second line? That second line there. Do I have to kill somebody? I have to kill somebody don’t I...

Huh, that verse increased gravity on the target(s).

Charm trying to recruit Kevin again, and he’s still turning her down because fuck her and everyone who looks like her. He looks so small in this frame. Very soft faced, he’s got two years younger from the stress of all this.

Oh and she’s pulling out WIPs to blackmail him into complying. I’m going to guess it’s less emo and more Gwen-focused, because I’ve seen media before in my life and know how that shit works. Would prefer more Kevin inner working stuff, but whatcha gonna do. If it is a love poem it’d knock down the rating though.

Also, when you’re so pissed the animators have to give you sharp teeth to emphasize it.

Okay, Kevin’s doodles are cute.

Also why do you have a note in your notebook denoting the secret shit Kevin? Do you have siblings or something? Who is going through your stuff, or that you’re worried might go through your stuff? Or are you just paranoid? It could be the last one.

Okay, so I’m paused on the poem in question and aww, Kevin’s ‘h’s go directly into his vowels. Yes I am commenting on his handwriting let me live. It’s an emotional poem and I’m working out things to say...

Kevin trying to claw his way forward to shut Charm up, it’s not working but he’s trying

Welp

Kevin, wearing a hoodie this episode purely so that during this scene he could drag it over his head to hide his embarrassment at having a poem about caring about Gwen read aloud.

I’m still deducting a point from the episode.

The good news is, the poem restored Gwen’s speech, which, I don’t know what Charm expected to happen there. Of course the semi-positive poem would have a positive effect, come on girl, do you know nothing of magic?

Okay, so, they’re gonna defuse Charm by using her own magic to silence her, via Kevin playing along and writing her a poem that’ll do just that. His improve abilities shall save the day, and what’s left of his pride.

Charm fuck off

Charm, digging your own grave, pls

And Kevin drops the hood when he sees Charm falling hook line and sinker, so proud of himself

Oh that was brilliant darling! “My spells undone, I’m speechless at my own defeat”, two lines and he not only stopped her but undid all the damage she caused! My son! My brilliant, poetic son!

Kevin, so smug

Gwen calling Charm’s ass out on treating people like toys when she of all people should know what that feel like

And not Charm’s amulet responds to her rhymes. Guess it does have to be tied to a proper emotion, rather than just being willy-nilly

Kevin is just happy to get his notebook back.

And Gwen compliments his work which, of course, leads to complete avoidance tactics. I don’t know what you expected Gwen, that last poem was all about him not knowing how to talk to you or even really having a solid hold on how he feels.

And we end with Kevin walking away as Ben disappoints everyone with more horrible rapping.

10/11, the Kevin stuff made up for the Charmcaster bullshit, but we still lose a point for Gwevin as is the rule. I continue to eye Kevin’s backstory with suspicion and suspense.

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littleliv1 · 5 years

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I Was Born To Love You- Part six

Such an overwhelming amount of support for this series! I’m almost done writing it, I’m on Part 9 and I think I’ll try to end it there. Maybe one more. I have some ideas for the ending, but who knows! Thank you all so much xx

Summary: Leah goes home to a shocking surprise. Flash forward and she’s 7 months pregnant.

Warnings: death of a dog, adultry, lots of tension.

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Three weeks had passed since the party, and the next thing we knew, we were done with filming Live Aid. The guys did wonderful, but I was ready to see my little baby again. I missed Lola so much. The flight back was full of jittery guys, and and excited Lucy who never left my side. The absence of the baby daddy drove her into protective mode. She and I became very close throughout the weeks.

Once the plane landed, I drove everyone home, taking the rest of the next few days off. Bryan wanted me to get my new motherhood life situated before I came back. Two days was plenty for me. I was only about 6 weeks pregnant, so I wasn't showing yet. Austin's car was in the drive way, which was weird because he's usually at work at this hour. I opened the door, greeted by silence. Where's Lola? "Darling, I'm home," I said, setting my stuff on the coffee table. I looked in the kitchen and living room, Lola was no where to be found. I went into my bedroom to find a sleeping Austin. I smiled at the thought, but I quickly went away, I remembered what I had to do. I knocked at the door as he sprung up. "Leah," He said, getting up and wrapping himself with sheets. "You're home early," He said, not breaking eye contact.

I looked behind him to the bathroom door. Someone was in there. God this cannot be. My heart sank. I gave up. "Who's in there?" I said, defeatedly. He looked down in shame. "Shelly," He said. I threw my hands up in a I-should-have-known way. I walked out, as he chased behind me. "Dear, come back let me explain." He said. I held my forehead, looking at him. "I want a divorce. I have some lawyers in mind. Keep the house. But where is my dog?" I said, not looking at him. He looked around. "I didn't tell you?" He said. "No, you hadn't called me for an entire month. Where's my dog?" I said, angrily. "She, she died. She was struck by a car." He said, as if I should have known that. My heart was no longer in my chest. It had exploded. My baby, my life. "How could you have not told me?" I said, very quietly, crying to myself.

I left the house, getting into my car. I sat there and sobbed. I called Brian. "Hello, dear! How are you?" He said. I found a break in between sobs to tell him what happened. "I'll get you the number to a really good divorce lawyer. You'll be able to walk away with everything." He said. I shook my head. "I don't- want- everything!" I half way screamed. "I'm pregnant- with a baby- who's father- doesn't want us!" I said. "Drive to the studio. Roger and I are up here working on some stuff, we will find you a place to stay." He said. "But calm down first. Everything will be okay. Stay on the phone with me until you get here.

It took a bit, but I calmed myself down, enough to drive. "Okay, I'm on my way there." I said. I drove off.

I was there in about 15 minutes, walking in. I was a complete mess. All of the guys where there, including Lucy. They all wrapped their arms around me. As loved as I was, I had never felt more betrayed in my life. My heart ached. My dog was gone for god knows how long. The only good thing happening was my baby. I felt my face in a familiar chest. Ben's. I held onto him so tight and just let it out.

-6 months later-

I stayed with Brian and Roger for a few weeks before I found my own place. It was a very nice house. Still one story, but it had a basement, it was pretty big, a pool. And I had it all to myself. I really didn't mind living alone, it was actually kind of nice. Ben was with me all the time, helping me with the house and taking care of my crazy pregnancy needs, coming with me to the doctor appointments. The only problem being, the media thought this baby was his. The divorce was near finalized as he still hadn't signed the papers. I was 7 months pregnant. I started to enjoy the silence. But at one point or anther, I missed my girl very much. I called up Ben on this day.

"Hey, so I think I want to get a dog. Come with me to the Shelter?" I asked him. We all had Sunday's off. "Absolutely! I love dogs." He said. "Alright, I'll pick you up in about thirty minutes or so." I said, with that I started to get ready. Being pregnant in the fall is hard. I just bought these new maternity jeans, and a shirt that showed my bump. I had to say, this pregnancy was going well. The baby has been super active the entire time. But I'm sure it's a girl. I put on some comfy slip ons and left to get him.

We got to the shelter and I explained how I wanted a dog of any size. I told them about my house size, yard size and occupation. "Well, Mrs. Hardy," she said, she recognized Ben. I guess she didn’t know that wasn’t his real last name. I raised my eye brows and I was about to correct her, when she spoke again. "I have the perfect set in mind. Follow me." She said. We walked through the loud barking of dogs, once we got to a pair of border collie Siberian husky mix pups. "Two?" I said, questionably. "Well it sounds like you'll be gone a good amount, you'll want to make sure they have company so they don't get lonely. They're very smart and protective dogs," she continued, patting my belly. "And your house size sounds perfect for them." She finished. I smiled, she knew how to tug at my heart strings. "The price is around $500. But you'll be getting two-" "I'll take them!" I said eagerly. She laughed, as we filled out the paperwork.

"I'm very happy for the two of you," she said. I let it slide again. The thought wouldn't kill anyone, would it? The two beauty's came with leashes. Ben held the both of them as we buckled in. "Where to now?" He said, fighting his giggles back as the pups liked his face. "Doggie store!" I said, driving off. We got to my favorite store, 'Mulers'. It was an animal company that fought against animal cruelty. 50% of their earnings a year went to finding good homes for animals throughout California. They had organic treats, you were able to read exactly what you were feeding your dog, natural dog soaps, things if that nature. Sure it was expensive, but it was worth it. We let the pups out, and walked in. "Let's put them in the cart!" Ben said. He put them both in like little babies. One of them was black, white and silver, with a green eye and a brown eye. He was a boy. The other was all black with white around her eyes and belly. She has two bright blue eyes, but she was deaf. He looked cute with them. I couldn't help but to snap a picture with my phone. I posted on my Instagram.

"Welcome to the family! What should I name these beauties? Boy is on the left, girl on the right!"

Within minutes, comments of names emerged. I smiled at some of them, but I put my phone away. "How much do you have to spend?" He asked. "We will see. I had an extra thousand to spend from my last pay check, plus the money I'm getting from the divorce." He helped me pick out dog beds, with cages, puppy pads, little dog cloths, all things of that sorts. I had to put them in the cutest little shirts that said "Mommy's little diva" and "mommy's little prince". I held them with their backs facing out, as Ben snapped a picture himself. He posted it on his Instagram.

"Look who added to the family! @Joe_Mazello when can we start our own family?!?"

All of the young girls were a bit jealous, but I know they'll be okay. "I love them!" I said, putting them back. I picked out some dog food, a few different treats, some dishes and toys, and we were on our way. As I pulled into my drive way, I saw a lot of cars parked. My drive way was rather large, there was a spot titled "The Mother To Be". I giggled. "What's this?" I said. I took the girl pup, and Ben held the boy and we walked in. A group of balloons and confetti surprised me. I laughed at the startle. "You guys! You shouldn't have!" I said. Lucy approached me. "And who is this?" She said, holding the pup. She lost her mind when Ben walked in with the other. I laughed at her reaction to the two pups.

My closest friends threw me a baby shower. Lucy, still holding one of the pups, sat me on their make shift "Throne" (which was just a rocking chair they had gotten me), and placed a rather large crown on my head, with nipples sticking up, and she placed a sash on me that said "Soon to be mommy". I was so happy, this was so amazing. They had gotten me gift cards to places for paint, and baby stores to decorate the room whenever I decided I was ready to do that. They got me a changing table, crib, carrier, car seat, all of it was so beautiful. Lucy walked up to me, sneakily whispering in my ear. "I did a little snooping, and..." they brought out a box. I hadn't even thought about the gender, but I did really want to know. I don't even want to know how she got it.

Rami started to record. "Start!" He said. I giggled, standing up- or attempting to with the aid of Lucy- and wobbled to the box. "Before you open it, what do you think it is?" I heard Gwilym say. "Mmmm, I really think it's a girl. Every dream I've had it was a girl, so I think girl." Everyone had their bets, as it was displayed on the chalk board. Most thought it was a girl, too. I slowly cut the tape off, and opened it as different shades of blue appeared, balloons, all of it. It was a boy. I was having a boy. I started crying, happy tears. While I thought it was a girl, I felt so blessed to be carrying a little baby boy in my belly.

Lucy hugged me. "I'm so happy for you , Leah!" She said. The furniture that had already been bought was unisex, so it was up to you for decorations. As the party winded down, the guys had cleaned up, and everyone left, you held Bens hand as he started to leave. "Stay," I said. "For a little longer." He nodded. "So where's the nursery going to be?" He asked. I guided him down the hallway, the very last room. It was pretty big, had a rather large closet, and big windows. It was facing the back, though, so no one could see into his room. He smiled, walking in. "If I know your taste," He started. "The chair is going to go, here," he said pointing to an area that was surrounded you windows. I laughed, nodding, as I started to rub my belly. "And his crib will go, here, of course." He said, pointing against the wall. I smiled, nodding again, and walked in. My smile dropped. While I knew I had help by the dial of a phone, I could shake the feeling that I was alone. He could see it. He wrapped his arms around me, attempting to comfort me. "Hey, it'll be alright. This baby will be so loved, and I'm sure you'll met a man who will treat him like he was his own son. Hell, I'll teach him how to play catch. Brian can teach him how to sing-" I stopped him, pressing my lips against his. His hands held my elbows, as mine held his waist.

I pulled back, looking down. "I'm sorry," I said. He smiled. "It's alright, love. I was wondering when that was going to happen." He said. I took a deep breath, and cleared my throat. "I'm feeling a bit tired," I said. "Let me stay with you. You seem like you need a friend." Friend. Yes I needed him. But not like a friend. Something in me so wished this baby was his. I nodded. He had some cloths here from times that he and the guys got drunk and had to stay here. So he changed into what he had here, as did I, which was just a Queen t-shirt and shorts, and we both brushed our teeth. We walked into my room, boxes still packed up from the move, but I just never found the time to unpack them. My bed was across a wall of windows. It started to storm, which I liked the sound of rain when I slept, so I didn't mind. I maneuvered into the most comfortable position to sleep in, with my belly so big. Ben came up behind me, and wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my belly. It felt nice. Normal, really. He started to press kisses on my cheek and neck, which caused goose bumps to trail along my body. And we slept like that. All night.

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chibi-arthur · 5 years

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Stop interrupting my thought proc- 2/10

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18122630/chapters/43415117

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Pairing: HankCon

Warnings: major character death, suicide, angst, memory alteration

Rating: M

A massive thanks to @honkforhankcon who beta'd this chapter too!

Day 2

Connor opened his eyes. He was in his apartment, lying down in bed. His internal clock told him it was past noon already but he only snuggled further into the nest of blankets and pillows.

Yesterday, after that third corrupted message clouded his vision, Connor had to soft reboot. Understandably, it freaked Hank out. The Lieutenant was ready to call the trusted technician they met on one of the cases but Connor managed to convince him not to.

Hank took good care of him. He drove him home, ensured he was comfortable and put a bottle of thirium on the nightstand, just to be safe. It was with great reluctance that he went back home, unwilling to leave the android alone. He's such a good friend.

Connor couldn't help but sigh dreamily and squeeze his fish plushie closer to himself. He wanted Hank to be more than just a friend.

There it was again, that buzzing in his head. It seemed to appear whenever he was thinking about Hank (which, admittedly, was very often). He scowled into the pillows.

He probably should go to a technician but...he was afraid. Trust didn't come easy to him, especially when it came to people who knew how the androids worked. Yes, there was this one tech he and Hank had met a few months ago that helped them a few times, however Connor still had that deep-rooted fear, a phobia really. He didn't want to go alone, yet; he also didn't want to rope Hank into this more than he had to.

With a huff he got off the bed. He placed Dewey reverently in the middle of the nest of blankets and went about changing his clothes. He pulled on dress pants over his boxers and some simple black socks but hesitated before taking off his oversized sleep shirt.

The very first time he slept over at Hank's he neglected to bring any sleepwear so he borrowed this particular shirt. He was surprised at how comfortable it was and opted to buy more oversized tops for lounge wear. As soon as he changed into Hank's shirt that day he resolutely declared that Hank is never getting it back. The Lieutenant sputtered and blushed, mumbling something about "couple-y shit" but Connor was far too captivated by the material to pay attention to human hangups. He couldn't stop trailing his fingers across the shirt or bunching it up in his fists, revealing the pale skin of his thighs. Hank excused himself to his bedroom rather quickly, he didn't even finish watching the movie with Connor, just told him to watch the rest on his own.

Connor wished he scanned his vitals then. He was too absorbed in the newness of everything and now he wasn't sure whether Hank left because he felt self-conscious or disgusted.

The android decided to leave the shirt on, feeling like dressing smart casual today. He put on black sneakers with silver studs on the sides and left the house.

It might have been past noon but Connor still intended to go to work. Hank said he'd put in word with Fowler and get him a day off but Connor didn't really know what to do with himself if he wasn't working. Hank reluctantly agreed to take the afternoon shift instead.

As he was locking the front door, Connor remembered he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt. He didn't get cold, not really, but he still decided to backtrack and snag a light coat from his coat rack. It was a really nice coat, charcoal gray with black buttons. Slightly feminine cut but everything is unisex if you don't care and Connor certainly didn't. It looked nice, he liked it and that's all that should matter.

***

Hank and Connor were at the precinct for no longer than an hour when they got called in. A dead body was found in a rundown block of flats near the old industrial district.

"Looks like an unlucky accident."

Hank curiously peered into the bathtub where a woman's body lay. The bathtub was filled and a hairdryer was sitting at the bottom. An open-shut case, or so it seemed.

"Too bad I don't believe in accidents."

Connor nodded in agreement. The bathroom was a mess, as if there was a fight. The mirror was broken, various bottles and knicknacks overturned, a ton of fingerprints so densely packed and stacked on top of each other that it was impossible to analyse them. No blood, or even thirium, to link anyone to the crime scene though.

"See anything, Con?"

"I see plenty, though nothing that would help in the investigation, Lieutenant."

Hank muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘smartass’ and left the bathroom to look for evidence elsewhere in the flat. Connor lingered near the body in the immediate crime scene for a bit longer but he didn’t manage to find anything that would point to it being a murder instead of an accident. There were enough clues to make something spark inside of Connor, something that might be a gut feeling in humans, though nothing concrete. And it was driving the android up a wall.

“Alright Con,” Hank said, coming back from whichever part of the flat he was in, “let’s get out of here and question the neighbours and family members. God knows we won’t find any evidence in here.”

Grateful for the distraction, Connor almost skipped after Hank out of the apartment. Together they went to knock on the closest neighbour’s door. They didn’t have to wait long for an older woman to open and usher them inside.

“You see,” the woman began once they sat down in her living room, “that woman, Lange, was such a...whore.” She whispered the last word, looking around frantically, as if someone might hear her. “As soon as Robert, her husband, left for some work-related meeting in another city for a few days, she got Miss Rushman to babysit her kids and went a couple floors up to party with those youngsters.”

“Ma’am, excuse me but going to unwind for a few hours isn’t the same as being, ah, sexually promiscuous.” Hank toned down on the crude language when addressing the older lady. She glared at him and the Lieutenant tried to make himself look smaller. It was highly entertaining and if Connor hadn’t disabled the action in time he would’ve surely laughed out loud, directing the lady’s wrath toward himself.

"I may be old but I'm not stupid! You youngsters don't know anything about life!"

Hank mouthed 'youngsters', amused but still wary of the older lady. She had quite a tight grip on one of the little couch cushions and he didn't want to find out whether her aim was good or not.

"Mrs. Talbot, could you please tell us who Mrs. Lange was seeing?" Connor interjected before Hank could say anything more to set off Mrs. Talbot.

"Everyone," the old lady scoffed, "but her latest lover was this young man with a fancy car."

"Do you know his name?"

"No. But the youngsters upstairs might."

***

That's how Hank and Connor found themselves a couple floors up, trying to knock on the door loud enough to be heard over the music blasting from inside.

"It's not even 3pm and they're already partying?" It's been a year already and some people's actions still confused Connor.

"Maybe they never stopped."

Connor's LED whirled yellow but Hank didn't wait for him to ask his question. He reached out and turned the knob. The door was open.

A wall of sound assaulted their ears as soon as they entered. Connor toned down his hearing sensitivity, Hank only had his palms to drown out the sound with. Somewhere underneath the 2020s techno music Connor could hear two people arguing.

Sure enough, as Hank and Connor crossed the hall and stepped into the living room, they saw a man and a woman. He (Chris Martín, 29, cashier, no past offenses) was sitting on a couch, elbows propped on his knees and his head cradled in his hands. Meanwhile she (Ashley Kamor, 23, college dropout, red ice possession) was standing over him, shouting something. Her words were indecipherable, the loud music drowning out barely legible slurring only someone simultaneously high and intoxicated could call 'speaking'.

The couple didn't see them until Hank walked up to the stereo and turned down the volume.

"Hey! This is private property!" shouted Chris, the intimidating tone falling a little short when he swayed and almost fell off the couch. Meanwhile, Ashley was silent and even looked like she might be sick or lose consciousness.

"We're with the DPD," Hank said, flashing his badge. "Do you happen to know a Mrs. Lange?"

"Oh yeah! Lizzy, she knows how to party. Why?" It would be hard to understand Chris with all the slurring but Connor had a lot of practice talking on the phone with a drunk Hank. It helped that he wasn't as intoxicated as Ashley.

"Do you know the name of her boyfriend?"

"Which one?"

"The one with a fancy car," Hank said at the same time Connor demanded "All of them". The Lieutenant shot him a scathing look as Ms Kamor, suddenly very chatty, started rattling off names and divulging details about most of them.

***

"Fuck, checking all of those Johns out will take us a week!" Hank griped as they were driving back to the precinct to report to Captain Fowler.

Connor wanted to answer, he really did, but he got distracted by the mouth-watering sight of Hank driving with only one hand on the wheel, the other carding through his hair in an effort to get it out of his face. Connor wondered how it would feel like if he deactivated his synthskin and ran his fingers through Hank's hair, touched his beard, kissed him...

Kissed him?

Yeah. Kissed him. Connor wanted it like nothing else.

He grimaced when the angry buzzing in his head came back with a vengeance.

"See, you're not thrilled about it either!" The Lieutenant misinterpreted his facial expression but Connor didn't correct him.

"I...might've underestimated how many lovers Mrs. Lange had. And how much information the neighbours would be willing to provide."

Hank grumbled under his breath, obviously unhappy about the amount of overtime they'd have to clock in. The android was content just looking out the window.

***

Connor could see that Hank was quickly running out of patience. Every person they crossed off their – admittedly long – potential suspect list the furrow in his brow got deeper. It’s no wonder, really. They had been driving around town, questioning Mrs. Lange’s lovers, but they didn’t learn anything. Connor decided to call it quits when the clock struck 10pm and Hank’s fingers twitched one too many times. He didn’t want the Lieutenant to punch anyone and get in trouble, no matter how satisfying it would be to watch those assholes get knocked out.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Wulf, we’ll contact you in case any further statements are needed." Connor discreetly steered Hank towards the front door. He was actually relieved their work for today was over.

"No problem at all. Have a nice evening, gentlemen."

Just as Connor was crossing the threshold, Mr. Wulf grabbed his forearm. He managed to catch the android off-guard and whirled him around, pulling closer to himself.

"You know, you’re pretty cute. You can call me anytime, sweetheart."

Connor stifled the urge to gag. Instead, he smiled faux-pleasantly and brushed off the man’s hand from his arm. "That’s nice but you’re not my type." With those words he left Mr. Wulf gaping at the door and followed after an impishly grinning Hank.

"Holy shit, Con," Hank wheezed after they got in the car, "did you see his face? He was so unprepared. Damn, I love when self-absorbed jerks like him get knocked down a peg."

The car let out a low rumble when Hank started it up. They’ve been driving for a minute or two when the Lieutenant spoke again.

"By the way…" The cough that came after this sentence sounded forced and Connor immediately noticed. He straightened up, knowing what Hank was about to say next was going to be either very serious or personal. "What…what is your type, anyway? Asking for a friend."

Connor smiled but didn’t answer for a while. He let Hank squirm a little in his seat and answered only when the older man was opening his mouth, probably about to retract his question and apologise.

"Truth is, Hank," Connor leaned a bit to his left. For the maximum effect he modulated his voice to sound like will.i.am’s. "I like them big, I like them chunky."

Hank roared with laughter, throwing his head back. Connor gripped the steering wheel with his right hand to ensure the car wouldn’t veer into the other lane. He kept his hand there even when Hank calmed down and started paying attention to the road again. He couldn’t help it! Being close to Hank was such a rush, he just wanted to stay in his personal space forever and-

"Mpf!" Wide-eyed, Connor let out a garbled sound when Hank’s massive hand covered almost all of his face and pushed him back into his seat. Through Hank’s spread fingers he could see the man blushing a bit, a quick scan told him his heart rate was elevated. Connor wanted to lick the palm pressed to his face.

"Stop that, I’m tryna drive."

Connor, obviously, wasn’t able to answer. The silence was deafening.

As the Lieutenant was drawing his palm back, Connor caught his wrist in both hands. Hank stubbornly kept his eyes on the road but didn’t try to get away from that grasp. He let the android shift his hand as he pleased, tensing minutely when Connor nuzzled his cheek into his palm.

"Con." The word sounded like a warning. There was something dark in Hank’s voice, something primal. It made Connor shiver.

"Hank." An almost whisper, slightly breathy as if Connor couldn’t get enough air in his artificial lungs.

Over the year they grew closer together but Connor felt there was always something missing from their relationship. He had his suspicions about what it may be but found out for sure only a few days ago. He wanted to be even closer. He wanted to be more than just best friends. He wanted his social programme to declare them "lovers". He wanted.

"Don’t." Voice strained, Hank kept driving until he reached Connor’s apartment building. He never removed his right hand from the android’s grasp.

Connor was conflicted. Hank was giving mixed signals – his words curt but his touch warm and gentle. He was preparing himself for rejection but also hoped, hoped so deeply that the Lieutenant felt the same. He forgot to breathe when the car came to a stop, nervous beyond belief.

But when Hank finally looked at him, there was no disgust nor hate visible on his face.

(Pupil dilation 30% more than normal, heart rate 132bpm, body heat elevated)

Oh.

Connor couldn’t tell who moved first, even with all that fancy programming. Hank’s left arm shot towards Connor’s waist like a homing rocket while Connor’s right hand gripped Hank’s hair at the base of his skull. Hank’s right palm cradled Connor’s cheek gently, cupped by Connor’s left skinless hand.

The kiss was desperate. They both poured all of their everything into it, channelling a year’s worth of emotions.

It was awkward with their seatbelts on but Connor soon unclasped both of them, the belts retracting into the car seats with a harsh click. The android didn’t waste any time pushing the driver’s seat as far back as it would go and climbing onto Hank’s lap. His ass pushed the horn but neither of the men seemed concerned with the resounding honk that carried over the neighbourhood. To avoid making more noise Connor simply clung tightly to Hank’s front, pressing their arousals together. Hank groaned low in his throat and it took a Herculean effort on Connor’s part not to come undone just by hearing it.

The angry buzzing in Connor’s head struck with even more force than yesterday but he buried it with all the sensory data he kept receiving - the softness of Hank’s lips, the tight grip he had on his waist, the wandering hand on his back. It was all so much. Almost too much but also not enough.

When Connor felt Hank’s tongue swiping at his bottom lip, he gladly opened up for him. They both shivered as their tongues met, the slick glide audible in the confines of the car. Connor slid his palms over Hank’s arms, feeling the muscles move under his fingers as Hank was doing some exploration of his own.

All too soon they had to stop, as one of them actually needed oxygen to survive. A string of saliva connected their lips for a second before breaking off. Connor licked his lips. He wasn’t surprised when he discovered the skin on them retracted during their make out session.

They gently rested their foreheads against each other and just breathed for a moment.

"Hank."

0̶̪̲̜͇͉̬̺͙̞̰͓̻͚͙̼̳̪͈͌̔ͧ̈́̀̀͘͟͠1̷̡̌͆̄̒ͯ͑̆̿ͦͩ̃͊͊̃̎͋ͩ͘͜͏͈̠͔̯̙͙͉̫̥0̧͖͎̩͖̠͉̻̽͗̊͠0ͬ͒��̡̡̯͙͔̖͚̬̞̏ͭ͆͆̆͛̓͒ͧ̃ͬ̂̆̀͢1̇̎͛̾́ͬ͐̇̏ͫ̂͆̀͏̸̢̤̼̗͖̰̱̫1̶̨̛͈̹̪̣̠̘̫̺̰͍̣̱̹͇͔̞̩͒͒͗͑̎ͪ̔ͥͬ̈́̀͘ͅ1̸̣̼̹̯͔̻̜̜͖̈͐̃̐ͨ͑̊̍̈́̒͞ͅ0ͭ̽ͯ̿͗̀͏̢̻͓̫̟͓̬͔͉̜̟͖͚̪͙͘ ͊̇͑́͐̽͗̃̓̍̆͐͂̋ͨ́͋͏̸̨̢̺͇̪̬̟̙͎͙̺̠0̧̗͔̮̼̮͌̉̔̃̓ͧ͒ͫ̿ͫ͌̽̌̽̿ͭ̓̕͢1̴͛̾̉̔̋ͦ͒ͬ͋̿͌҉̙̯̖̻͕͖̫̙͚̤̖͍͎͇̕0̰̦͇̝̹̽ͫ͂̆̂͡0͆ͫ̽͊͋̈́̃ͥͬͤ̓͋ͪͤͤͥ̓̆̃͏̨̧͓̝̞̳̻̪͚̘̹̼̬̪̝̰̀1̉̆͗̂ͦ̽̃̆͊͂̑͗͗̅̚͏̵̲̗̝͔͕̩̱͖1̶̢̠̪̫̺̗͎̙͖͎͎͍̤͙̱̘̝̀̿͛̋͋͋ͥͦ̑̿ͥ͛ͧ̓͋͒̾́̚̚͟͞1̶̢̗̺͇̉ͯ̏̉ͨͫ̃ͪ̈́̓̎ͨ͊̈́̿͡1̶̥̤̞̹̫͉̩̪̼̠ͥͯ͑͊ͬͨ̃̂͑̍͋ͯ͞ ̥̠̠̬̖͍͚̭̙̪̤͙͓̦͕͔̳̌̇̋͒̀́͘0̸̸̧̫͉̟͚͙̟̞̺̙̮͙̼̄̃͗̿ͬ̊́̽̋͋͋0̵̧̦̖͖̙̱͋ͧ̑̄͑̊ͧͭ̀̓̔̚1̤̰̦͇̭̠͓̈́̄͑̍͗̎̃̃̂͐̾͋̓͌̆̔̃͂͟͟͡0̡̗̬̪͈̣ͯ̋ͥ̃̕͡͠0̛̳̬̣͙̜͔̭̹͉̺͓̜͎͚̤̑̋ͥ̂͋́ͧ͒̓̄̂͂̅̍ͧ͋̚͝ͅ0̶̨̹̲̞̻͕̔̓͊ͨ̈́ͭ̈ͦͯ̎̌̄̌͠ͅͅ0̭̞͕̾̒͐ͦͩ̂̓̿͢͝1ͤ̋̃̓̊̒͊͑ͥͬ̔ͬͨ͗̒́̋͏̢̺̪̻̦̲̟͔̻̤͚̺̹̀

"I love you."

0̵̶̨̛̛̰̦͍̻̪͈̼̰̺̿̓̐ͤ̀̂ͦ̎̓́̔ͮ1̛̩̟͚͚̞̦ͣ̃ͭ̔̑͐ͫ̉̔͒͂ͧ͘͢͜ͅ0̷̢́̋ͦ̎̃̇̋ͣͦ͘҉̖̘̤̠͉͔1̸̢̃͂ͩ͒̊ͩ̆ͩ̏ͥͨ̾ͩ̅ͣ͗̚͜͏̼̝͕͕̼̜̩1̵̴̸̫̘̱̰͚̮̲̲̦͖̙͙͎̝̓ͨͦͧ̚͜͡ͅ0̴̶̛̙̬̱̺̟̞̬̝͖̺̙̓̿͒ͮ͋̌̀̋0̢̡͉̭̲̹͇̪̪͇̘͕̞̮̣͖̻͔̄̏͛ͭ̒ͩ̍̅̇́̚͡1̬͖̻͎̰̬̓ͬ̄̓ͧͨ͒ͬ̏ͯ́͠ ͣ͒ͣͤ̓̊̅͐̔̈́̂̈҉̧̲̙̖͓̣̻̦͙̟̖͇͈̳̹̱̕͜ͅͅ0͔̞͉͙̤̯̪͈͚͎̯̪̯̣͍̘̞̓̾̽͛̓̓ͣ̔̇ͬͤͨ̎̑͌̂̅̈́͆̀͞͡1̶̪̱͍͎̗͚̞̤̫̜͕̺͙̮ͤͤ̋̆͑͒͂̚͢͡͠0̧̦̞̤͉̬͍̖̦̰͚͈̎ͮͤ̆͛̉͑̍́͛ͨ̚͘͢0̵̋̑ͩͧ͊̅ͭͮ̂͒͟͞͏͚̱͔̝1̱̞̺͇͚͍̈́ͪ̅̇̅ͫͩ͒̃͑̏͌ͦ͌̍̽̀̚͠͝1̝̖̭̖͇̝̮̞̣͈͙͇̪̹̲̮̤̬͆̾̽ͨͭ̾̕͡1̴̧̜̤̟̜͕̱̗̏̃ͯ͂ͯ̇̌̽̎̃͌ͩͣͮ͢͟1̸ͫͦͪͪ̔̍̾̽̓́̌́͡҉̩͈̖͍̤͔͇͇͎̣͉̺͔ ̷̵̢̱̼̜͈͍̠̣̲̲̜̣̭͓͔̲̣͈͔̂ͭ͒̈́̃͊̓̈́̓̏̄̍̆̈́̄̿̀̚ͅ0͖͓̼̜͎̼͉̫͚̮̥͙̺̯̟̽̔͑ͦ̽̇̓̿ͩͬ͜͢1̨̖͓̬̬͎̗̳͍̰̹̐̈́̓̋̈̐ͦ͊̀̈́̒̃͗̒ͣ̓͘ͅ0̸̸̟̖̼̖͎̊͗ͫ̄ͮ͋͢1̶̭̞̝̹̜̦̬̐̈̀̈̌͢͢0̵̻̘̞͂̔͆̾̏͗̀̇̎̾͞1̶̞̩͇̜̄̈́ͫͪ̔ͥ̎̍͗̾́ͪ̌̈́͒͜͞0̡̡̯̪̯̳̗̰ͯ͌͆̏͛ͪ̂̈͒ͥ̅̀̈́̚͘͟1̱͈̗̗̰̮̹̠͖̲̗̙͚̯̗͐ͮ̓̀̒̔̍̃͌͊̾̈͘ ̧̛̘̩̩̲̤̲̳͈͈͚̔͒̓̽ͭͬͣ̓͐̀ͣ̍̈́͘͢͝0͔͎͉̹̖͚̖͙̫̳̮̭̺͚̯͑͑̀̓ͩ̑̎͛̒̆͗̃ͪ̈͌̂̕͟0̻͈̖̬͓̫̟͖̼̠͒́̏ͨ̋̚͢͢ͅ1̄̑̒͋̍͌̒̿̏̑́҉̖̤̰̹̞̜̜͘͟0̶̵̶͇̘̮̬̻ͨ̄ͬ͑ͤ͊ͧ̑̔̋ͧ̈ͧ̿́ͣ̈́0̀̿̑́҉͓̝̯̦1ͧ̈́̊̅͋̾̈́̄͑̒̆̀ͮ̄̾̿ͥ͌̚҉̸͔̻̟̦͎1̷̵̸̟̼͍̯ͫͭ͑̄̉ͧ̐ͣ̐ͥ͌͗ͦ̆͛́̀͞1̷̷̦̟̮̬̻͔̜̱͉̳͍̤͇͐͌ͪ̔̽͛ͭ͐̂́̓̀̓̾̎ͨͥ̽̀͘ͅ ̛͐̽͌̿̋͂ͭͧ͑ͪͨ̃ͥ͛̕͝҉̟̺͉͓̥̭͖̳ͅ0ͭͬͩ̾̋̈́ͩͬ̈͐̿̉̆̾̏͆́̚͏҉̢̙͉͖̤̼̼̪̭͍͈͜1̡͕̙̰͚̹̞̜ͨͤ̂ͭ̀͠0͍̭͓̜̦͉̲̺̖̃ͦ͌ͧ̿͊ͨ̍́ͥ̔̀͞͡͠͝1̷̫̣̳̖̱̥͚̯͕̮ͪ͆̊̇͗̅̐͐̍̄̎̏ͪ͒ͤͩ̃͢0͓͔̺ͩ̎̆̅͒̃̑̍̊̋̾͜0̸̨̪͇̪̤͖̮̤̭̹̰̦̣̫͇̦͍̃̑̓̔̃ͮ̇͂̔̾̆̅̍ͦ͌͗͟1̸̵̦̯͇̯̝̘͍̬̰̳̲͕̲̝͉͕̖̀͂̉͛ͩ͆ͥ̌ͫ͂̈͆ͣ̋̒͌͑̚̚0̷̧͓͎̭͎̞͙͇̭͕͎̜̘̘͇̈́ͦͧ̌̑̀̓ͪ͆̈́̌̑̊̂̓̏ͬ͆̄͠͠͡ ̵̨̧̛͇̭̞̙̩̯̰̟̖̹̥̭̜ͭ̿̑͗̇͆͒ͩͮͬ̃̆ͪͮ́̚0̴͔̜̝̿̊̍͋͋ͣ͟͠͝ͅ1̥̲̳̣̮͕̗̹̮̹͍̺͚̙͚ͯ́͒̽̄͘͡ͅ0̴͖͎̱͇ͬͣͬͭ͒ͫ͗͑̌̀̕0̷̖̬̳̫̲͈̭̘̲̤̫̖̬̖̼̳̪̰̐͑̍ͤ͌͘̕͟0̧̢͇͚̗̥̦̭̭̦̉̍̊̐̚͢͠͞1̨̡̻̻̖̜͚͈̥̯̥̘̲͉͓͉̻̳̙̹̹ͩ̌͌͑̓̐̾͋̋͌ͮ̊͆͆ͮ͗̐͊̕͟0̛̩̘̯̣̙̜͔̘ͩͧ͗̎̏̿̓̐ͧ̾́̕͜1̷̹͓͙̬͓͔̙̹̯͉͖̩͍͎̰̤͍ͫ͋̈́̽̀̆̓͑̉͐͐̒͒̅̎̎͛͡ͅͅ ̵̙̰̫̦̘͉̙͉̰̞̹̥͎͖̱͆ͥͯ͌̚͘ͅ0̇ͥͨ̋́͏̢̲̲̜̗͖̮̰͓̱0̛̠̣̬͔̲̜̭͉͔͉̈͆̑̈̂͛̉̆̕͘1̵̷̵̺̜͉̝̭̖͖̣̰͖̝̪͓̎̋ͨͯ̓̑ͤ͋̚0̵̑̎͋ͩ̈́ͣ̐̈́̒̀ͩ͐̀͗̏ͨ͜҉͇͇̻̲̲͚̻̯̯̟̬͈͙̪0̨̠͍͚̲̺̺̮̩̤̳̱̹̯̫͇͚͇̒́̑̃̄̋ͪ̋ͬ̕͘͡ͅ0ͤ̈́̎̿̌͐̆̐̂̉҉҉͖̦̭̝͚͇͎̦̫̟͉̣0̨̆̑ͨ̋̑ͤ̈̍͌̓͂̍̑̾͊̏̉̒̚͟͏̶͔̤̘̺̳͔̩͕̪̪̪0̮͎̖̩̪͖͈͖̖̦͍̥̗̪̗͇̗̦͗̏̌ͥ̌̋ͯ̋͆́̚͘ ̴͈̘̩̮͌ͯ̓͛̊̈́̾̓̀̚0̶̵̸͓̭͓̲̏̐ͬ̌ͯ͛͝ͅ1̶̧̛̪̰͎̖͚̺̄̃̅ͥ̒ͧͥͦͭ̚͝0̸̻̪̘͙͈̰͍̺͕̲̮͓̰̭͍ͦ͌̊̑͒̂̌̇͒̔̑̕͠0̆ͮ̀ͭ̇̀̚͘͏̪̯̼̩̱̬̼̹̠1̨̛͓̭̹͉̣͚͌͒̅͗̓́̓͒ͣ̋̂̐̿̄̐ͥ́̚̚ͅ1̷͛̌̿̌̐͏̣͇̻͚͎̼̯̠͎̰̫0̴̛̼̲̪̝̮̮̟̹͖͍̟̬̭̫͖̯͇ͣ͋ͦͧ̓͢1̨̼͙̹̼͈̭̗̗̝͚̤͌̋̆͗ͦ̌͠ ̢͖̫̲͉̬͉̳̩̪̹̞̪̳͓͍̪̜̍́̊̉̅̍̊̎͑ͥ̅̾̌͟ͅ0͊̓͋ͦͫ̂ͯͨ̒̄̽ͥͪͤͫ͌͏̺͖̣̪̕1̵͓̞͍̜͖̫̦̙͙ͫͦͪ̑̅̾͌͊͆ͣͮ̉͆̒̚͢͠ͅ0̨͍̳͙̝͈͐ͤͣ͌̃̈̆̽̌͆̏͑͌́̌ͩͨͩͨ0̈́̎ͮ͛҉̴̴̫̣͔̤͎̥̩̝͙͍̖̪̠̭̲͍̗́1̢̮̪̼̰̘̩̗̻̱̥̘̲̖͍̜͇͊͑ͭ̉̅̉̑ͬ̉̚̕͜͡0̛͍̖̩̟̙͎̱̖͓̲͗͒͋́̀̀0̶̶̬̠͙̯̱̹͖̱̼͈͓̋͆͆̏̏͑1̝̳̲̻̯̼̰̤̞̤̈̄ͬͥ̏ͯ̓͗̾̓ͥ͌ͫͬ̎ͪ̏ͫ̌̕͞ͅ ̸̢̼̫̠̖͓̖̱̼̹ͩ̀͋ͯͨ͑̌̇͒͂́̅̚0̶͖̰͍̦͚̳̯̲̞͚̦̼̤͚̼͚̞͐ͯ̾ͦ̂ͧͨ̀͟͞͝͞1ͯ͐ͫ̍͏̧̛͍͙̲̘̤͙͍́ͅ0̸̷̛̇̌ͭ̄̓̚̚͟҉̤͇̝͇̠̦̺͚͍͔͎͎͇0̴̨̤̘̟͍̹͈̣̹̗̦̩̙̮͙̩̝̤͙͗ͦ̂̈́́̍͂̚̕͠1̶̾̿ͦ͂̽̅̀͏̼̺̦̗̭͉̮̥1̷̞̯͙͍̥͈̺̞͈̻̪̉͂ͥͮ͊̕ͅ1̶̦̩̺̭͎̳͉̘̳̥ͣ͗̑ͤ̌ͧ͐͠ͅͅ0̖̰̘̤̭̙͆͊͂̾͋̃̎ͥ̃̽ͫ̄̾ͦ̃͑̽ͭ͋̕͜ ͮͭ̐̂̃̋ͯ̓͑ͧ̄͛̐ͮ̾ͨ̉͡͏̛̬͉͍̗͎̦̮̝̩̯̭̩̫̝͙͎͘͟0̛̣̀ͨͥ̏͌͛ͥ͑ͥ̓̑̇́ͪͬͮ̕̕��̬͔̮̜1̷̠̞̤͙̱ͫ̌̌ͧ͋́0̷̨̨̿͑ͪͧ҉̫͚͓̙̭͚̮̭͚̜̹̟̼͈̤͚̥̠0̴̢̮̹̠̝̹͖̠̭̰̝̖̝̟̟̇̋̾̓̽͂̀ͤ͊ͭ̓ͯ͊̀0̷̵̸̭̭̱̲͓̪̝̤̖̻͙̺̰̮̭̯ͧ̉͛̈1̊̔͂͆̀ͭ҉͎̜͓͕̜̩̬͍͎͎̖͇͈͚̳͠ͅͅ0̶͇̺̯̬̳͇̹͔͈̙̳̦͚͓̪̙͎̽ͦ͂̂̆ͥ͋̓ͬ1̶͍͓̻̰̙͖̝̦̙̙̣͔ͩ̂̏̃̈ͤͭ͜͞ͅ ̷̣͓̳̙̫͚̠̻̑̓̑̇ͦ̎ͧ̾́͆͑ͨ̓̋́̎̋ͪ̀͘0̸̳̳̪̬̩ͫͧ͑̊̅͋̅̿ͤ̈́̏ͪ́͠͞ͅͅͅ0̸̡̖̭͇̰̱̪̊ͫ̌̈́͒̄́̈́̒̔ͥ̄ͯ̚1̆̒̓̅̌̌̔͊ͥ͊̓̚͏̘̰̲͚̫̘̮̝͙͕̀͞0̶̸̴̲̟̞͓͔̱̫̤͍͎̯̦͕̺̭̦̿̔̅ͬ0̸̻̝͖̟̰̤ͨ̊̅ͦ̋ͥ̾ͣ̔ͪͮͣͭ͌̿ͦ͘͢0̴̧̡̳͉̰̣͔͖̱̺̞ͣ̅̏̐́́͌̊͌̔͞0ͯ͂ͮ͊͛͢͠҉̟͉̲̻̺̦̟̙̩̫͓͉̝͇͙͚͉͉1̻̲̭̳̹̳̭̒ͪ̿ͮͬ̽ͧͪ̐̏́ͧ̄͗ͫͥ̇̄̅̀͡͠ͅ

"I love you too, baby."

Their next kiss was languid, chaste almost; if it weren’t for the moan that slipped through Connor’s mouth when Hank delicately bit his lower lip and pulled.

For a while after that, they just stared into each other’s eyes, dopey smiles on both their faces. Connor hugged Hank tightly.

"I’ll see you at work tomorrow, Lieutenant." He didn’t miss how the title made Hank’s heart skip a beat.

"Yeah. See you, darlin’."

Connor climbed out of the car through the driver’s side door. Before he disappeared inside his apartment, he blew a playful kiss Hank’s way, which Hank smiled at and returned with a wave.

Only much later did Connor realise that after that last message the angry buzzing in his head ceased. Somehow, it filled him with dread.

In case you didn't check it on your own already (I know I keep "binary to text" translator open in another tab whenever I read DBH fanfics) the binary says "NO! YOU'RE MINE!"

#detroit become human #fanfic #hankcon #hank anderson #dbh connor

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