#i‘ve failed worse before

[reiding-writing]

Spencer making cold!Reader flustered? And morgan teasing

CUP OF COFFEE [ONESHOT]

/kʌp əv ˈkɒfi/

a local officer on a case you’re working on really wants to impress you, spencer reid does it without even trying.

WARNINGS: fem!reader, morgan being morgan, reader trying to be civil but ultimately failing

spencer reid x cold!reader || fluff || 2.9k || series masterlist!!

a/n: reader doesn’t actually get all that flustered but i feel like it’s more accurate this way rather than having her go into a full on fluster considering her personality-

main masterlist!!

It was always fifty-fifty when working with local police departments on a case. They either wanted absolutely nothing to do with the FBI or they would follow you and the team around like a bunch of children.

This one was the latter, and it was arguably the worse of the two.

It felt like every time you rounded a corner you had a police officer just waiting to divert all of your attention away from the case so they could ask you questions about your job, and it was starting to get really frustrating.

“Have you ever worked a case like this before?”

“Not specifically,”

“How do you know how to write a psychological profile for a type of crime you haven’t encountered before?”

“I‘ve got a PhD in Psychology-“

“What exactly is a psychological profile?”

You were starting to get really annoyed now.

You know there was no ill intent behind his questions, he looked no older than his early twenties, fresh on the scene and to the types of things the criminal world really had to offer.

He genuinely wanted to learn, but when you were trying to catch a serial killer before they had the chance to kill anybody else, you didn’t exactly have time to entertain all of his questions whilst also focusing on the profile you were trying to curate at the same time.

“You can ask me your questions after this guy is behind bars,” That was probably as nice as your request was going to get.

“Right- Sorry- I’ll stop talking now,” He pressed his lips into a tight line with a small nod as he took your words to heart.

The boy reminded you of Spencer in some ways. He was tall and disproportionately lanky, he seemed to have a never ending stream of curiosity, he dressed decently similarly, and he even made the same expressions you’ve come to recognise as a staple of Spencer’s personality.

One thing that was very different between the two though, was that Spencer knew how to take a hint.

He would’ve left you alone the second those words came out of your mouth, but instead you had now gained yourself an observer as you worked, one that was cemented by the scraping of metal chair legs on the carpet and a messenger bag hitting the floor.

You fight the urge to audibly groan at his persistent presence, closing your eyes with the silent prayer that something would call his attention out of the room so that he would leave you to work in peace.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Looks like God was on your side today.

“Come in,” You call out towards the door with an internal sigh of relief, wringing the whiteboard pen in your hands as you turn towards the door you’d specifically left closed so people like officer curious sat at the round table wouldn’t bother you.

Your relief was short lived when Morgan walked through the door, and you don’t even try to hide the groan that leaves your mouth at the look on his face as he enters. “What now?”

“Now now, that’s now way to be a good role model to your youngers now is it?” The smug look on Morgan’s face only widens as he spots the officer at the table. “I’m looking for pretty boy, can’t find him anywhere,”

You shrug as a response. “Unlike the rest of you, he knows when to leave me alone, so I haven’t seen him,”

If that wasn’t the most direct indirect way for you to say you didn’t want the officer’s presence whilst you worked you didn’t know what was.

Morgan raises an eyebrow, his smirk unwavering. “Well, we've got a lead on the case. Thought you might want to be in the loop.” He glances at the officer, then back at you.

You give him a short hum and discard the whiteboard pen on the table, having to physically raise your hand to stop the officer from following the two of you out of the room. “We need to speak privately for this, I’m sure you understand,”

“Right- Right yeah sorry- I’ll just uh- wait here then…”

You give him a short nod with your lips pressed taut into a line as you push Morgan out of the small meeting room and into the hallway, following behind him and clicking the door shut behind you.

“Got yourself a fan have you?” Morgan chuckles slightly as he watches the officer take a seat back at the table through the room’s window, his eyes on you as he tries to silently soak in every detail of the conversation through the glass.

“More like a parasite, he hasn’t left me alone for more than five minutes all day.” You groan exasperatedly as the two of you walk to a private area to have your conversation.

“Can you blame the kid? He’s probably never seen an FBI Agent in person before, he’s just excited,”

“Annoying is what he is,”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

When you return to the put-aside meeting room reserved for your profile making, there are two cups of coffee on the table, and of course, the officer is still sitting there.

His head turns up to the door as you open it, and he straightens his back in the chair. “Welcome back- I uh- I made you some coffee, I wasn’t sure how you liked it so I asked one of your team members- Two sugars right?“

He pushes the mug carefully in your direction so the drink doesn’t spill, and you walk right past it back towards the whiteboard.

“Thank you, but I don’t drink coffee in mugs used by other people, nor do I drink coffee made by an unhygienic office coffee machine,” You try your best to be civil as you shut him down.

“Ouch-” Morgan leans against the door frame with his arms crossed, shaking his head in exaggerated disapproval at your response. “Don’t be so harsh-”

You roll your eyes at Morgan’s input, turning your gaze to the now slightly embarrassed officer. “I appreciate your effort,”

“I should’ve asked you personally, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologise you didn’t do anything wrong, it’s fine,” You give him a small tilt of your head to hammer the fact that everything was fine home so that he didn’t completely crumple up into himself and leave you to deal with it.

“Right, sorry- I mean-” The officer sighs as he gives up talking, taking the two mugs in his hands as he stands from the table. “I’ll take these out,”

Morgan follows the boy with his eyes as he walks past to leave the room, and you slump your shoulders the second he’s out of sight.

“For God’s sake-”

“You’ve really got yourself a little shadow,” Morgan continues to revel in your misery as he steps further into the room, letting the door close behind him.

“I am two minutes away from ripping him a new asshole if he doesn’t take the hint and leave me the fuck alone,” You groan exasperatedly, dragging your palm down your face as you take a seat on the edge of the table. “I’ve barely gotten anything done because he keeps peering over my shoulder like a goddamn five year old with separation anxiety,”

You weren’t wrong in the first half of your assessment, most of the whiteboard you’d been using to write down your notes was empty despite you working on the profile for multiple hours at this point, and judging by the attitude of the poor officer you were slandering the second half of your assessment wasn’t too far off either. “You never get that frustrated with Reid,”

“How is that at all relevant to anything I’ve just said?”

“Come on, you’ve gotta be able to see the similarities here, he’s practically a carbon copy of what Reid was like when he first joined the team,” Morgan gives a short laugh as he gestures in the direction that the officer had just left in.

“Reid was just as annoying back then,”

“He’s barely changed at all-” Morgan rolls his eyes at your half-assed way of explaining why Spencer was an exception to your frustration.

“He’s changed a lot actually,” You shake your head with an impatient sigh as you lean over to grab your whiteboard pen, using it to keep your hands busy.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” He mirrors the way you shake your head with his own. “That boy is your kryptonite and you know it,”

“Get your ass out of this room before I cover your face in whiteboard marker penises,” You don’t refute Morgan’s claim and he knows it, standing up with a smirk and his hands raised comically in surrender as he retreats to the door.

“Yes ma’am,” He turns for the door handle with a laugh, but the door swings open before he can, and you mentally prepare yourself for that goddamn police officer to walk back into the room and continue hovering over you like a mosquito.

You don’t have to.

“Well speak of the devil,” Morgan tilts his head knowingly at you as Spencer bypasses him to enter with a cardboard holder of take out ocffee cups in hand, eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion at why you and Morgan would be having a conversation about him without him being present.

Morgan nudges Spencer with his elbow, eyes locked on you as he starts to spill. “Little miss Ice Queen and I were just talking about-”

“There’s a possible lead in the case.” You interrupt him before he can divulge any details of your conversation. “One you would benefit from knowing about. Morgan was looking for you,”

“Oh-” Spencer gives a short nod in your direction, leaving the cups on the table to ball his hands together and then flex his fingers like a mini hand workout. “I was in the coffee shop down the block sorry,” He takes the two cups from the holder, one in each hand, and holds the one in his left out towards you.

You take the cup from him with your lips pressed into a small line, as much of a thanks as you’re going to give and as much of a thanks as he was expecting in the first place.

“They were established back in 1902 and continue to make their coffee using traditional methods rather than using a machine like most coffee shops do in the present day.” He takes a sip from his own cardboard cup after his little bit of exposition of the shop’s history and you mirror him in doing the same.

Absolutely perfect.

As to be expected from someone when the person who ordered it had an eidetic memory. And maybe a little bit better because that person was Spencer Reid. Maybe.

“I-” You’re not exactly sure what to say. Obviously a thanks would be worth voicing, but he had gone out of his way to buy you a cup of coffee, even if him remembering your order was like reciting the alphabet in his head.

“Thank you, it’s nice,” You give him a small nod through your mostly deadpanned expression as you take a second sip through the plastic lid of the cup, trying in vain to seem nonchalant about the unannounced gift that he’d brought back for you.

Morgan noticed immediately. Of course he did, because when was Morgan ever minding his own goddamn business?

“No problem,” Spencer’s face erupts in that bright smile of his, and his words get half caught in his throat as he tries to speak whilst in the middle of swallowing. “Did you know that coffee is actually a fruit despite coffee beans being called, well, beans? The coffee beans that we use to make drinkable coffee are actually the pit of coffee cherries, that grow on bushes in low-altitude tropical regions,”

You give him a small hum and a nod as an acknowledgement of you taking in the information, and Morgan laughs at the way your eyes flicker away from Spencer’s gaze rather than holding it firm like you usually would. “No coffee for me pretty boy?”

“You had a cup of coffee in your hand when I left,”

“So what? I’m stuck with the shitty police station coffee and little miss ‘I hate everyone’ gets your old fashioned fancy coffee?” Morgan’s accusation holds no malice in it whatsoever, and if his tone wasn’t enough to display that, the goddamned smirk on his face definitely was.

“I do not hate everyone, just you,” You shoot your retort at him with a roll of your eyes and a scoff.

“You wound me,” Morgan clasps his hand dramatically over his chest, pretending to stumble backwards out of pain. He knew you didn’t hate him really, no matter how much you claimed to.

“Caffeine helps increase brain functioning, which will help when curating a profile,” Spencer half points to the still mostly empty board behind you and you almost groan at the reminder of just how little progress you’ve made. “And she doesn’t like the coffee machines, so a proper cup of coffee is the next easiest option,”

You almost forget to breathe as Spencer explains his reasoning behind the coffee run. He’d remembered that tiny detail. Obviously he had, he had an eidetic memory. But he’d actually thought about it and made a conscious decision to find you a caffeine fix elsewhere in the wake of that knowledge.

“Everyone should preferably be drinking properly made coffee, but with the prices I’m not surprised people choose the cheaper option, even if they’re not getting as much caffeine per drink,” Spencer shrugs as he continues his explanation, finishing it off with another sip from his cup.

Your eyes turn up at the mention of the price. You hadn’t considered the fact that him buying you coffee actually included him buying the coffee.

“How much was it?” You glance between him and the cup in your hand as if trying to figure it out yourself based solely on the black tree printed on the cardboard, eyebrows furrowed at the idea of him spending a lot of money on two cups of coffee of all things.

“Uh,” He deliberates on whether to actually tell you, but he knows that you’ll find out one way or another so there was no real point in trying to hide it from you. “Eighteen for the both of them,”

“Eighteen dollars? You spent eighteen dollars on two cups of coffee?” He was expecting that reaction from you.

“Proportionally it’s actually relatively inexpensive considering how it’s made and the beans that are used. Some professional coffee makers charge upwards of fourteen dollars a cup,”

“And those coffee makers are absolutely fucking insane,” You stare down at your cup as you internally judge whether it was worth a whole nine dollars. It was a great cup of coffee to be sure, probably the best one you’d ever had, but nine goddamn dollars? It wasn’t even a large cup. “Nine goddamn dollars for a cup of coffee my god,”

You can see Spencer’s expression falter slightly in your peripheral vision at your outrage of the price, something that you’d definitely not intended and something you considered an easy fix as you left your cup on the table to rifle through your bag.

“You are simply something else Dr Reid I swear,” The second you pull your purse out of your bag he knows what you’re going to do, and he tries to shut you down before you can even start.

“I- You don’t- I chose to pay for it with my own money you don’t-”

You make a ‘zip’ motion across your mouth with your middle and index finger to stop him from talking as you pull out a ten dollar note and shove it into the chest pocket of his cardigan so he can’t refuse to take it from you. “Never buy me a drink that expensive again,”

“Right,” Spencer presses his lips tight into a line with a small nod, “Did it taste okay at least?”

“It was probably the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had, but that doesn’t make it not ridiculously expensive.” Spencer doesn’t even try to suppress the smile that emerges on his face at your approval, even if it was backhandedly berating him for buying it in the process.

“Cough cough lovebirds, in case you forgot, Reid still needs to be debriefed about the new lead,” You don’t even bother trying to retort to Morgan as you pick up your coffee and leave the room with Spencer happily trailing behind you.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #mgg #asks 🫶

[star-centric]

Ooo somewhat angsty request: when would be the first time MC saw each of the obey me brothers cry, and what's the best way to support them in that situation?

PAIRINGS: Obey Me Brothers x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: *rubs hands together menacingly* I’ve been waiting for this one 😈 I definitely see myself exploring this idea again in the future (or even redoing this, idk yet tho 👀)

CW: angst (but not soul crushing), all of the guys are very vulnerable in this, gender neutral reader, minor spoilers for the first game (don’t worry, it’s not about *that* scene), no NB spoilers since I’m behind in the game </3

When you see LUCIFER cry for the first time, it was late at night, where he believed that he was the only soul awake in the house- until you poked your head in the study, concern etched on your face.

He had one of his cursed records playing, the gentle music softly filling the air as he poured another glass of Demonus, gloves long forgotten. The simple smile he wore on his face only was a mask of what he was feeling.

He looked so…tired. So defeated.

“I try to give my brothers a good life- a life not only reminiscent of the one they lost from before, but a life even better than that. A life that they deserve.” He began, finger toying with the rim of his glass. “But I failed.”

You remained quiet as Lucifer let out a bitter laugh, “I failed- I let all of them down. I let down my brothers, I let down Lord Diavolo, I let down Michael, I let down my Father- all of them. I‘ve became a disappointment in the Celestial Realm, and I’m continuing to do so even now in the Devildom.”

You’ve never seen Lucifer so vulnerable before- you’ve always seen him act so unbothered, his pride refusing to let him reveal too much. He’s always been the one to lead, the one his family would go to for anything, the one that would sacrifice himself without a moment’s hesitation. He was the glue holding everything together, but everything wears thin with time.

He picked up the glass, swirling it around before setting back down with a harsh thud, sighing.

“I’ve let you all down. And that in and of itself is unforgivable-“

Lucifer flinched when he felt your hand on his cheek, thumb gently wiping under his eye. He was confused for a moment before he felt something wet trail down his other cheek. He wiped at it only to notice his vision getting a bit blurry-

How long has it been since he cried?

A few of his tear drops landed on his documents below, yet as he glanced up at you, you didn’t say a word. You didn’t point out how unguarded he was being, you didn’t interrupt him- you merely listened and wiped away his tears with a gentle smile lining your cheeks.

Lucifer couldn’t stop his tears after that, and he found himself grasping onto you as they continued.

When you see MAMMON cry for the first time, it’s in your room.

He was avoiding everyone today including you, and while it left you worried, you gave him some space. When you got back to your room, you noticed the door ajar- and when you opened it fully, you noticed a figure curled into your bed, a mop of messy white hair poking out from your blankets. You peeked over to see if he was asleep-

You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed and pulled you down to him.

Mammon buried his head into the crook of your neck and tightened his arms around you, hiding his face completely.

You wanted to ask what was wrong- what he was going through, for him to talk to you- but no words needed to be exchanged as he shook in your grasp, feeling your shirt getting damp. You didn’t have it in you to ask anymore.

All you did was comb your fingers through his locks as he quietly sobbed.

You’re not sure how long you stayed there, curled up against one another, but he eventually went still, soft snores passing through his lips.

It didn’t matter what the issue was- whether it was just a bad day or worse- you would always be there for him.

When you see LEVIATHAN cry for the first time, it’s in the privacy of his room.

You were binge-watching a new anime, one that had you both invested. It was about an immortal finding love after centuries- you were surprised Levi wanted to finish watching it after discovering it was a romance, but you were glad nonetheless (even if he couldn’t hide his flushed face).

You were nearing the end of the series when you heard sniffling.

You glanced to see Levi with tears building up in his eyes, threatening to fall.

You tried to look away but he already caught you staring.

The tips of his ears were burning red as he flinched, “Don’t- don’t look at me MC!”

“Levi, you know there’s nothing wrong with crying right?”

“Sti-Still! It’s embarrassing!”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! It’s sad, it’s emotional-“ you explained. “If it makes you feel better, I kinda want to cry too.” Which wasn’t a lie- your eyes were starting to sting a little. You knew how the outcome was going to be for the main characters, but it still felt like a gut punch to see.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Levi, so you gently linked your pinkie with his. You were happy that he didn’t flinch away from you this time.

“Just know that you’re not alone, okay?”

Levi shyly nodded his head, and you felt him slightly squeeze your pinkie. He knew that he wasn’t, but that wasn’t what got him emotional.

What got him emotional was seeing the immortal, holding their elderly lover in his arms as they passed on. The lover aged as time passed, but the immortal stayed the same- except they were alone again like how they were centuries ago.

No matter how many happy moments the characters had in the show together, it was bound to end in tragedy.

And it brought Levi back to reality.

Back to the reality that he would eventually lose you in the same way.

When you see SATAN cry for the first time, it was in his demon form.

You’ve seen him before like this after he lashed out in the past, spiky tail whipping furiously behind him, green eyes showing nothing but fury. You know that he tries to keep his anger under control, but it still got the best of him at times.

But you didn’t see any anger this time.

You only saw anguish.

There Satan was, kneeled on the ground with tears welling up in his eyes with ripped and scattered objects tossed around the room, a result of destructive rage from before.

“I’ll never been seen for myself, will I?”

Satan’s eyes stayed on the ground, never meeting your own. “I’ll only ever be seen as my sin, as an extension of my older brother- never as myself.”

He shoulders trembled as he let out a bitter laugh that filled the room.

“I know I shouldn’t expect anything different. I should be used to it by now, but- why does it still bother me?”

His smile did nothing to hide his pain, crystal tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Why does it still hurt MC?”

You joined him on the floor and pulled him in your arms, holding onto him as he broke down.

When you see ASMODEUS cry for the first time, you thought it was a ploy at first.

You’ve seen Asmo bring tears to his eyes on a whim when he’s trying to get his way or be dramatic, so to see the same thing happen now wasn’t anything new. You were painting each others nails when you asked him if he’s ever been in love before-

“Of course MC! I love all of my fans dearly and they love me-“

“No, not that kind of love. Like true love- has someone ever told you they love you genuinely?”

“Hm, I don’t…”

When you saw the dejected look in his eyes, you became aware that it wasn’t a ploy at all.

You didn’t look up when he went quiet, concentrating on finishing the final coat on his nails. It wasn’t until you saw something wet drip onto his hand that made you glance up, seeing a single tear roll down his cheek with a forced smile.

“…I don’t know.” He choked out.

Asmo always soaked in the admiration from his fans- but that’s all it was, admiration. They loved the Asmo that they saw in the Fall, the Asmo that they saw on Devilgram- they loved the Asmo that they saw, but did they really know him enough to say they truly love him?

Did they love the Asmo you see or Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust?

“People love me and I love my fans, but why does it still feel so empty?” The smile on his face that he was so used to flashing soon fell, more tears steadily rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Despite what his sin is, Asmo did believe in true love. He believed that one day he found find someone to pour his heart and soul into and get the same in return. Even after he fell and lost his beautiful wings, he still held on to his wish of finding that person.

He started to imagine that person was you.

But he was scared that you didn’t picture him that way. That you only saw him as the Avatar of Lust.

For once, Asmo felt insecure, and he could do nothing but soak in the warmth he was afraid of losing as you held him sobbing.

When you saw BEELZEBUB cry for the first time, it catches you off guard.

You only went to grab some water, waking up and walking to the kitchen in your dazed state.

It wasn’t a surprise to see Beel there with a meal- but it was a surprise to see him wiping away tears, food untouched.

Any sleepiness washed away when you rushed to him, already by his side, asking him what’s wrong.

“I had another nightmare.” He sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with his body tense. “About Lilith.”

Your breath hitched- Beel told you once about his nightmares, but never what it was about. You only assumed how horrible it was from the faraway look he had in his eyes. It never crossed your mind that it was about his sister-

“I saw her MC- it’s always the same,” Beel balled up his fists, baring his fangs. “I’m always too late to save her- why couldn’t I save her?!”

He was no longer hiding his frustration or tears, which were freely rolling down his cheeks. All you could do was listen as he tried his best not to break down under the kitchen lights.

“You protected her, Beel.” You softly spoke, reaching to hold his hand. “You all did more than enough to protect her, and I know that she doesn’t blame you.” You lightly squeezed his hand, “She knows that it’s not your fault. None of it was.”

You’re not sure how long you sat there holding Beel, sobbing out broken apologies to his dear sister who would never hear them.

When you see BELPHEGOR cry for the first time, it was in his sleep.

You spent the night in the twins room, bundled up next to him as you were beginning to doze off. Belphie clung on to you, mumbling something incoherent as he slept. But before you could get lost in your dreams, you felt his grip growing tighter around you.

You brushed off the minor discomfort, only turning to then hear something that truly woke you up-

Belphie whimpering.

You blinked away any sleepiness, turning to see his face twisted in pain, fresh tear staining his cheeks. His hands were clenching onto you tight, whimpering soon turning into a chorus of “no” and “please”.

You shook him awake before he could continue, hair stuck to his forehead as his eyes shot open, panting. He scanned the room before landing on you, pulling you closer into him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. No doubt he had a nightmare.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Belphie took a long pause. “…Everyone hated and blamed me for everything, for all of our problems. You all forced me to leave, and I was casted out of my home- again.”

You did nothing but soothe him as you felt him tremble again, your neck becoming damp as he started to quietly sob. “You know that won’t ever happen Belphie-“

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just- stay with me…please?”

“Of course.”

You felt his tail wrap around your waist as he sobbed out a thank you. You combed your fingers through his locks, lulling him back to sleep- hopefully to better dreams.

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[imminent-danger-came]

Me: "I‘m so glad I‘m not suffering from lmk brainrot anymore, I managed to distance myself a bit. I‘m sure this way I‘ll be fine until season 5 comes out" :)

*stumbles upon one of your posts again

Me: "…I‘ll just take a peek. I‘m sure they haven’t written any posts that‘ll put me in a chokehold… I mean, she didn’t get any new material to work with. This. Is. Fine."

*three hours of scrolling later

Me: *sobbing on the floor uncontrollably about actual LEGOs.

The; 'Macaque views MK as the person he used to think Wukong was', and just how the Monkeys other than MK have started their healing arc, whereas the main character is about to fucking SNAP.

Wukong vs. MK??????

Every gosh darn instance of 'the World vs. the life of a friend' that’s been shown so far. The increasingly sympathetic villains that deconstruct the ENTIRE concept of good and evil, that MK bases most of his beliefs on???

His absolutely unconditional LOVE and FAITH in his friends????? In WUKONG???

And just- everything about him and Mei! They are each others most favorite people in the WHOLE world! If it was them or the universe it wouldn’t even BE a question, THEY ARE EACH OTHERS UNIVERSE. But then what about the Hero turning into a Warrior, what about the Warrior revealing themselves to be a Hero instead????

MK VS. MEI!!!

Watching his loved ones grow into the best version of themselves, healing, learning to understand themselves better. While he himself desperately fights against every secret he unwillingly discovers, against every step they take towards the future. Because they are following the very path DESTINY carved for them.

And sure, everyone makes their own choices, but does that even make a difference if those choices align with destiny anyway?

What exactly is stopping him from becoming the Harbinger of Chaos? How does he know that one day, when he inevitably pushes them too far, hurts them too much, (No matter what he does and how hard he tries, he always seems to make things WORSE. Even now, when he tries to help, all he does is cause destruction, and chaos) can he be sure his friends won’t be forced to turn against him? That he won’t FAIL them?

His complacency is his last ditch effort in protecting and maintaining what little mundanity he has left in his life. Don‘t ask questions, stop looking for trouble, don‘t think to hard about every earth shattering revelation you’re confronted with, and maybe, just maybe, he can avoid his fate that is looming on the horizon.

…

…I‘m sure you‘d never be able to tell that I‘ve gone the rabbit hole that is your lmk theories right? I still sound like a well adjusted human being that has totally NORMAL thoughts and feelings about a SHOW about LEGOS made for KIDS… RIGHT?!?!?

Completely forgot I wrote something along the lines of "Macaque views MK as the person he used to think Wukong was", so reading this ask completely blindsided me AND hurt my feelings (post anon was referring to).

"I mean, she didn’t get any new material to work with." is also cracking me up holy shit. LMK is so dense, who even needs new material. I just rewatch any ep and have a breakdown about it. Tbh there are still so many things I haven't posted about (and the list keeps growing, god help me)

With MK's complacency, I will say that I think he's always been complacent in some way. Like it's definitely morphed into what you've described, but overall I think MK was never someone with high aspirations. He was always someone completely fine with being a noodle delivery boy, someone completely fine with what his life was before becoming the Monkey King's successor. And he's so real for that honestly

#thank you anon I'm flattered #'who even needs new material' honestly I lie. I'm losing my mind running around in circles asking what the fuck MK is #I need to know #what is he #how did the pilgrims die #Also I have a wukong outfit post I need to write #asks #anon #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk MK

[haveyoureadthistransbook]

Chef‘s Kiss by T.J. Alexander

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Simone Larkspur is a perfectionist pastry expert with a dream job at The Discerning Chef, a venerable cookbook publisher in New York City. All she wants to do is create the perfect loaf of sourdough and develop recipes, but when The Discerning Chef decides to bring their brand into the 21st century by pivoting to video, Simone is thrust into the spotlight and finds herself failing at something for the first time in her life.

To make matters worse, Simone has to deal with Ray Lyton, the new test kitchen manager, whose obnoxious cheer and outgoing personality are like oil to Simone’s water. When Ray accidentally becomes a viral YouTube sensation with a series of homebrewing videos, their eccentric editor in chief forces Simone to work alongside the chipper upstart or else risk her beloved job. But the more they work together, the more Simone realizes her heart may be softening like butter for Ray.

Things get even more complicated when Ray comes out at work as nonbinary to mixed reactions—and Simone must choose between the career she fought so hard for and the person who just might take the cake (and her heart).

Mod opinion: Fascinatingly I hadn‘t heard of this book before (but I had heard of the sequel), but it does sound very cute.

#chefs kiss #t.j. alexander #polls #lgbt lit #trans lit #lgbt literature #trans literature #lgbt books #trans books #romance #contemporary #nonbinary #own voices

[osamusriceballs]

Ya gurl did NOT ace

Gurl- take this:

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„How did it go, babe?“

The blonde haired male looked at you with an encouraging smile- but as soon as he saw your disappointed expression his smile started to falter.

„Babe?“ he asked when he saw how you bit your lip. You just silently came closer and clung your arms around him.

He quickly warps his arms around you and softly caresses your back.

„Babe“ he whispered, and pressed a kiss on your head.

„Don‘t worry babe, it will all be okay. It’s only a test. It’s not yer fault, ya did yer best. Ya can always try again next time. Love ya.“

He murmured this words in your ear, his chin was on your shoulder while he held you close.

„Still so proud of ya. Ya were amazing. Yer so smart, ya can do it next time.“

He holds you until you feel better. Both of you just stand in the middle of the hallway , but you couldn’t care less about the people around you.

You finally pull back- just a bit to see his face, and he looked at you with a soft expression.

„Let‘s go babe. I‘ll treat ya to some ice cream.“

You nod with a smile and make an attempt to put out your keys- but he quickly takes them out of your hands.

„No babe. No driving for ya today. Yer car is still new, and ya already crushed two this year. ‘m gonna drive.“

You pout and open your mouth to protest, but he quickly pinches your cheek and grabs the keys with his signature smug smile.

„C‘mon babe. Let me make ya feel better.“

His arm around your waist and the quick peck on your lips make you feel better immediately.

You might have messed up this test- but you would have plenty of other chances to show what‘s in you.

And you had the supporting strong arms of your boyfriend, who would always catch you and cheer you up- no matter how much you messed up.

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LOVE YOU HONEY 💖 let me catch you when you‘re down

You‘re still the smart twin- PROMISE!! 💖😭😭🥺

#love you #👑 anon #you did your best #don‘t worry about it #it‘s just a test #seriously #i‘ve failed worse before #omg #I shouldn‘t be so proud about that 😅 #but don‘t sweat it #it‘s gonna be okay! 💖 #promise

[loveme-likeme-hateme]

Imagine losing a bet with Felix and your punishment is to confess your feelings to Pan.

„Please, Felix!“, you cry out,“ Don‘t force me! I beg you!“ Felix smirked looking down at you:“ You know I love it when you beg me for things... but no!“ You rolled your eyes while crossing your arms infront of your chest:“ That bet was stupid anyway. I‘m not doing this!“ Felix smirk got even bigger if this was even possible. You knew he was trying to hold his laughter. „Your literally acting like a child!“ You looked at him angry even though you knew he was right. How bad could it be? It was just a simple confession. Nothing serious. You already knew Pan didn‘t like you back, so just brave yourself for being rejected and that’s it. „Get over with it!“, It was almost as if Felix read your thoughts,“ Just like you rip of a plaster.“ You sighed. „You won‘t let this go, right?“, you saw that Felix was focused on getting you to confess. And he is a stubborn boy. No way you‘re getting out of this mess. Before you could even think of a plan to get out of it or maybe running away from Felix and hide, he yelled for Pan. ‚Oh no‘ you thought. „No going back anymore!“, whispered Felix. You didn‘t have any time to respond as you heard a familiar voice behind you:“ What is it, Felix?“ „Pan.“, I whispered to myself barely audible but loud enogh for Felix to hear. „Peter.“, he spoke to his best friend,“ Dear Y/N has something to tell you!“ „oh.“, Pan seemed surprised looking at you interested but you were eager to avoid his gaze. „I‘ll leave you two alone.“ After Felix left it was quiet. Pan waited for you to say something and you were to scared to talk. „So?“, he crossed his arms,“ What do you want to tell me?“ „I“, you made the terrible mistake of looking up meeting his gaze. „Cat got your tongue?“, Pan joked,“ Come on love. You aren‘t scared are you?“ You shook your head violently:“ Of course not!“ „Well then...“, he tried to sound encouraging failing to hide his interest,“ Tell me!“ „You promise you won‘t laugh?“, you asked him quietly,“ And you won‘t make fun of me with the Lost boys?“ „I promise.“, you weren‘t sure if he actually meant it or if he was just pretending. He could be an extraordinary liar if he wanted to. Once Felix told you that it is impossible for people to know if Pan‘s lying or not. Pan jokingly added that he is such s talented liar that if he‘s telling the truth for once you‘d think he way lying. „Ok.“ you sighed defeated,“ I‘ll tell you.“ „Great.“, he couldn‘t hide his excitement. „Ok... so I kinda have this feelings- like good feelings... well actually it‘s pretty sad too... anyways.. I wanted to tell you- well actually I don‘t want to.. but i‘ve lost a bet... Felix- He can be an ass sometimes you know? Well of course you know... I mean he‘s your best friend! He‘s my best friend, too... Maybe that‘s why he‘s forcing me to tell you...“, you couldn‘t stop talkinh nonesense. It was an incredible speed you were talking in. Pan looked surprised but seemed to enjoy seeing you all flustered like that. „I do know for a fact that this is just me... You are great, actually more than that... but you and me? Would be odd right? But I can‘t help it! You just look so fucking handsome everyday like how? And you-you just... I don‘t know. I do know you don‘t feel the same. And that‘s totally fine. Really. We‘re cool and I...“ „Stop babbling, love!“, Pan cut you off. He couldn‘t help the teasing smirk crawling on his lips while he stepped closer to you. „I‘m sorry...“, you whispered. You were probably looking like a tomato. „You know what?“, he stopped a few inches infront of you,“ You look adorable when you blush.“ „oh..“, you couldn‘t help it but feeling your heart beating faster. You were soo in love with him and you really couldn‘t help it. „Did you...“, your voice was raspy,“ Did you get the... uh the message?“ You were actually wondering if he understood what you meant with feelings. He was clever yes, but he was also a boy... He smiled at you in a teasing manner:“ You being completely and utterly in love with me? Oh yes I got the message. Can‘t blame you though.“ That‘s it! The moment you‘ll get your heart broken.

„No need to get nervous.“, he laughed,“ You know... I always thought you were much smarter than that. Guess I was wrong.“ ouch. That hurt. You bit the insides of your cheeks, trying to hold the tears that were forming in your eyes. It was even worse than you had imagined. You hate to admit it, bit a small part of you hoped for him to love you back. No matter how silly that sounded. „No need to be mean, Pan!“, you tried to sound confident but it kinds came out as a whimper. Pan‘s smirk grew with your words. He really was a sadastic boy. „Peter!“, he said. That caught you off guard:“ What?“ „As my girl you should stop calling me Pan and start getting used to calling me Peter!“ You were shocked. You must‘ve looked pretty silly with your mouth and eyes wide open. He just laughed:“ You aren‘t that clever, you know? How could you not know about my feelings for you?“ „You have feelings for me? Like being in love kind of feelings?“, your voice was quiet. You‘re honestly scared of him pulling a prank on you. A really cruel one. „Yes, love.“, he took your hand, pulling you closer to him until you bumped into his chest. „I can‘t believe it took you this long to figure it out!“

#peter pan #lovestory #imagine #robbie kay #peter pan ouat #once upon a time #confession #embarrassed

[spacebatisluvd]

Summary: Bow tries to be friendly, Hordak does not, and Catra is...Catra.

Content warning: mention of dissection and experimentation, mild dehumanizing language regarding Imp and Hordak’s failed clones, references to Prime and his purification ritual, Hordak being generally grumpy and unhappy being around anyone who isn’t Entrapta.

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The journey to Salineas was a brief one. The She-Ra, Catra, the archer, and the young Queen arrived in the First Ones’ ship—which Entrapta greeted with a happy squeal of, ‘Darla!’—to escort him to Salineas. It was unnecessary, in his opinion. This was part of a peace treaty. A treaty he’d helped negotiate. He’d agreed to this willingly—happily, even. There was no need for them to act as guards.

He resented the others’ presence, but reminded himself that he was heading into hostile territory. He would likely be facing worse. So he lifted his chin and bore their scrutiny—and Catra’s awkward, nervous glances—with dignity.

Entrapta, as always, helped. She seemed oblivious to any tension between the other passengers, intent on coaxing Darla into a system’s upgrade. Assisting her with this was at least comfortable and familiar. Emily often resisted the various patches and software updates they designed for her, no matter that Entrapta promised she’d never do anything to compromise Emily’s core personality codes. Hordak was beginning to suspect it was a game, much like Imp’s games of “keep away”.

As they worked, the archer—named ‘Bow’, naturally; whatever his opinion of the planet itself, Hordak had always been pleased by the sensible nature of their naming conventions—approached. He glanced between Entrapta and Hordak, hands behind his back and rocking a little on his toes. “Sooo, how’ve you two been?”

Hordak’s eyes narrowed. He looked at Entrapta, not sure how to answer. Was this an incredibly blatant attempt at gathering intel? To what end? They weren’t at war—

“We’re great!” Entrapta said, voice echoing from inside the access panel she was currently half-buried in. “I’m so happy to have so many friends at home now! And it’s been nice being able to get to know Hordak better now that he’s not trying to conquer the world. I have so much new data to analyze and process!”

Bow looked between them again, a hesitant smile making its way to his face. “That’s. Great! I’m. Glad to hear it.” He looked up at Hordak, who crossed his arms and looked him over, trying to guess the meaning of this conversation. “Yep! Just. Great,” Bow squeaked.

“Oh!” She abruptly popped out of the access panel. “Hordak? Did you transfer your notes? You know, on the dissected clones?”

Bow went stiff and straight. “Dissected...?”

“Clones?” The She-Ra asked, standing.

Seeing their expressions, he huffed. “They were failed experiments. Incompatible with life outside their vitrine. Technically, they never attained consciousness.” As far as he knew, at least. Their brainwaves had never been especially complex. “And yes, I transferred the data to you.”

“Thanks! Oooh! What’s that?” She scurried deeper into the access panel.

That left him alone with the others. He glanced at them, then resumed monitoring the system update. “So...what about you?” Bow asked.

Hordak did not look up from the data pad. “What ‘about me’?”

“Uh. How are you? Doing okay? Settling in?”

“Conquered any villages?” the queen asked.

His ears folded back. “No, but I’m certain I can arrange something if you’re already bored with peace.”

Bow stared at him, then laughed uneasily. “Ha! That’s a joke! Heh. No offense, but uh, I never really thought you’d have a sense of humor.”

“I don’t.” Hordak eyed the archer, then turned back to the control panel. “Darla, patch into Entrapta’s communicator. I am in need of intelligent conversation.”

“Hey! I’m intelligent.” He sounded almost hurt.

Hordak ignored his outburst. “Entrapta? Can you hear me?”

“Oh, yes! So the updates to Darla’s communication systems worked?”

“It would appear so. How do the internals look?”

“Good! Though....”

“What is it?”

“Well, I was thinking. The exterior sensors could use some tweaking....”

Bow made a choking sound. Still ignoring him, Hordak frowned. “What’s the rating on your tether?” She rattled off a number. His frown deepened. “That’s designed for spacewalks and likely won’t stand up to the wind-resistance of atmospheric flight. Wait until we land to work on the exterior.”

“If I—“

“Is it an urgent repair?”

“No,” she admitted, and he crossed his arms, mouth briefly twitching into a small smile.

“There is plenty of tech for you to ‘tweak’ in here, Starlight. Please refrain from venturing outside the cabin unless the matter becomes urgent.”

At the rear of the cabin, he heard Catra ask no one, “‘Starlight?’” He refused to blush in their presence, choosing to ignore them and focus on Entrapta’s response.

“Okay,” she said on a sigh, though he could hear the smile in her voice. “But you owe me!”

He chuckled. “I’m certain you will have something dangerous and impractical for us to do when I return from Salineas, though I insist we at least take proper safety precautions beforehand.”

“You’re no fun—oh.”

His smile disappeared abruptly. “Entrapta? What is it?” She didn’t respond. “Entrapta? Can you hear me?”

“Yeah! I’m still here! I think we might have a stowaway. I couldn’t catch him, though.”

“A stow—“ Then he huffed. He knew exactly two people that were comfortable using the vents and service corridors as a means to navigate. “Hmmph. He’ll grow bored now that he’s been discovered, so long as you don’t chase him.”

“Be prepared—it looks like he’s headed your way.” She giggled, and he sighed. From the rear of the cabin, Adora walked toward him.

“That’s to be expected. Are we ready to begin the next stage of the update?”

“Yep! Ready when you are!”

“Initiating installation. Prepare for radio silence in three. Two. One.”

The subtle buzz that heralded an open connection cut out. Only then did he direct his attention to the Etherians at his elbows. “A stowaway?” Adora asked, hand on her vambrace.

“Nothing to be concerned with.”

“No offense, but that’s not exactly reassuring,” Bow said.

His ears twitched when he heard clicking from the vents above. “It’s just—“

Imp dropped out of the vent with a screech, wings fluttering. The Etherians—aside from Catra—screamed. “What is that thing!?” Bow asked, reaching for his quiver. Thankfully, Adora seemed too startled to become She-Ra.

Imp, obviously delighted by the chaos, landed on Hordak’s shoulders and spread his wings wide, preening. Hordak just shook his head, looking at the little clone-hybrid. “You were to remain in Dryl with Kadroh.” Despite his words, he reached up to scratch the nape of Imp’s neck. Impervious to chastisement, Imp just chittered happily and settled more comfortably on his shoulders.

Adora blinked. “Wait—is that Imp?”

Seeing her, Imp chirped happily and jumped to her shoulder. “[Hey, Adora],” he said, in Catra’s voice.

She giggled. “Aw, hi, little guy! I‘ve been worried about you.”

Catra stepped forward. “Tch. Of course you’d make friends with Hordak’s spy—“

“[CATRA!]” he screamed in Shadow Weaver’s voice, causing her to shudder.

Curious, Bow approached, one hand lifted as if to pet him. “He’s kind of cute. Is he friendly?”

“Not even slightly,” Hordak said, at the same time Catra replied, “Fuck no.” They shared a look, both their ears folded back, then Catra huffed and turned away.

As if to contradict them, Adora happily scratched the top of his head, earning a happy chirr. Hordak sighed. “Though he can be bribed with food, if you haven’t given him any prior reason to distrust you.” He said the latter with a look at Catra.

Adora smiled. “I used to give him apple slices from my commissary allowance.”

“[apple]” he echoed, adding a questioning chirp at the end.

“Sorry, little guy. I don’t have anything for you right now.”

“[Useless!]” he said, using Hordak’s voice, before jumping back to Hordak.

“Well. That seems a little harsh,” she said, only for Imp to, again, declare her ‘[Useless!]’ as he dug his claws into Hordak’s shoulders.

Shaking his head, Hordak returned his attention to the data pad, punching in a few codes when prompted.

“So...what is he, anyway?” the young queen asked, joining Bow and Adora at the control panel.

His ears folded back as he regarded them, wondering why they were so intent on talking to him. He wished he could open a com-line to Entrapta; he could already feel himself growing irritated at their questions, their interest, and he wished for some kind of buffer. “His genetic makeup is not your concern.” An alert popped up on the pad, flashing bright red. He was almost grateful for it. “I have to go to the engine room and attend to this. Remain here.” He shooed Imp from his shoulder, earning an angry screech as he left to check the engines.

He growled softly when Catra fell into step behind him, though neither of them spoke as they walked to the engine room. Determined to ignore her, he began checking the affected systems. “Do you, uh...need any help?” she asked, lingering awkwardly in the doorway.

He studied her. Her arms were crossed and she wasn’t looking at him, instead fixing her gaze on the ground in front of her. His ears folded back, and he looked away with a huff.

There was much between them, though neither of them were the type to discuss such things. The past was past. Entrapta held no grudge against her, so it seemed he didn’t have much reason to cling to his anger, tempting though it was some days. Were he in a better mood, he probably wouldn’t have minded her presence. As it was, her company was unwanted and only wore at his already fraying patience. “No, Catra. I do not require help. Nor do I need to be guarded,” he snapped, bitterness slipping into his voice.

“Hey, I’m not—“ She groaned and ran a hand through her hair. “It’s not like that.”

The flashing on his data pad was growing more urgent. He turned away from her, tucking the pad away to make the necessary adjustments. She continued to watch him, fidgeting in the doorway. He knelt to make another adjustment, and she asked, “So, how have you been, anyway?”

He paused to eye her, then returned to his work. “Why is that a concern of yours?”

“Did you forget I was on Prime’s ship too?”

His fingers fumbled the hexdriver, but he caught it and glared at her. “I fail to see the relevance.”

She glared back. “Oh, yeah. My bad for being worried you might be, I don’t know, traumatized or something. You’re obviously totally fine.”  He huffed, ears folded back. He didn’t respond for a while, checking the data pad and making minor adjustments as needed—aware of Catra’s gaze on him the entire time. She sighed. “Look, I...get it. Okay? We’ve both been through the...the slime torture—“

He choked. “Slime. Torture.”

“Well, what do you call it?” she demanded.

“The purification ritual.”

“Of course that’s what you’d call it. I don’t know what else I expected.” She rolled her eyes. “Can you just—be normal for a few minutes? I’m trying to be nice here.”

“That must be difficult for you.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not exactly making it easier.” She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “What I’m trying to say is, if you ever need someone to talk to. I’m available. I guess.”

His ear twitched. He hadn’t expected that. “Why would I want to talk about that?”

She looked away. “It helps.”

He huffed, checking the data pad. The flashing red icon was gone and everything else seemed in order. “We’re done here,” he said.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help—“

He held up the pad. “With the update. There are no further adjustments to make.”

“Oh.” She shoved her hands into her pockets. They walked back to the cabin in silence.

Just before they reached the door, he paused. “Your concern is...noted.”

She muttered something under her breath, but she fell silent as soon as the door slid open. Imp had—somehow—stolen the archer’s quiver and was currently clinging to some pipes on the ceiling, throwing arrows at the three while they tried to knock him down. Adora had changed into She-Ra, trying to use her height to reach him, and the floor was littered in the remains of spent arrows, as well as a net, several puddles of water, a rope, and a few scorch marks. “What is going on in here?” he yelled, marching in. The She-Ra automatically snapped to attention before remembering herself.

“Uh,” she said.

“Well,” Bow said.

“It’s his fault,” the Queen said, looking decidedly unqueenlike when soaked in water.

He speared Imp with a look, but he meekly flew to Hordak’s shoulders, chirping pathetically. He held his wing as if it was hurt, whining softly. Hordak sighed, taking the quiver of arrows when it was offered. He returned them to Bow. “This is why you will not be accompanying me to Salineas,” he told Imp. “Let me see your wing.” Imp whined, pulling it out of reach. Likely because he was faking for sympathy. “Imp.”

Entrapta dropped down from the vent, her mask down. “Oh, what’d I miss?! It looks like you guys had fun!” Seeing Imp, she pushed her mask up and held out her arms. “Aw, were they playing too rough?“

Realizing he could get more sympathy from Entrapta, Imp blew a raspberry at Hordak before flying into her arms, cuddling close and chirping pathetically. “Poor little guy. Let’s get you fixed up!”

Hordak gave Imp a disgusted look, but didn’t object when Entrapta made a show of checking Imp’s wing—indeed, perfectly fine—finishing her exam by kissing her fingertips and bringing them to his wingtip for a kiss by-proxy. “There!” she declared, “All better!”

Catra smirked and leaned close. “Did she pull that move on you after the last battle?”

His ears flexed, and his cheeks grew hot. He crossed his arms and glared at her, though that didn’t wipe the smirk from her face. Thankfully, her voice was pitched too low to carry.

He exhaled slowly, walking away from her without another word. “You shouldn’t encourage him,” he said as he came to stand beside Entrapta. “He’s not actually a child, though I admit his neoteny is a curiosity.” A fortuitous one, as it had likely saved his life on multiple occasions. Hordak’s soldiers had not always been the most savory of characters, but most were reluctant to harm a child. (And those that weren’t had a tendency to...disappear. A curiosity he’d declined to examine more closely.)

“Ooh—you don’t know why Imp is Imp?”

“I do not. He is...unique.” The only living result borne of his efforts to create a clone by patching his own faulty genome with bits and pieces of compatible Etherian animals. Both a success and a failure, all at once. “I considered running further tests, but....” He reached out to scratch Imp’s head. “I decided that could wait until he reached the natural end of his lifespan.”

“[Sentiment!]” Imp growled in Hordak’s own voice, sounding suitably disgusted.

“Yes, you little cretin. I hope you’re pleased with yourself.” Imp gave a happy chirr. “Now go fetch some towels. You are going to help clean this up.”

“[Cretin!]”

“Do not argue with me. If you can’t behave yourself, then I cannot send you to stay with....” He sighed, pained by his next words. “‘Aunt Lonnie’ and your ‘Uncles’. Am I clear?”

Imp responded to this with a hiss, but he did dart away. Whether or not he would actually return with the towels was yet to be determined. Hordak and Entrapta started to exchange notes, but he quickly became aware that the others were staring at him with wide eyes. Again. He glared at them. “I agreed to many things when I signed our treaty. I did not agree to be stared at like an animal in a menagerie. So I will ask this once; what. do. you. want?” He enunciated each word sharply, still glaring.

Bow and the Queen blushed and looked away, but the She-Ra just kept smiling at him. This only caused his scowl to deepen, until Catra spoke up from the rear of the cabin. “Just wondering how Shadow Weaver managed to be worse at parenting than the Horde Lord himself.”

He sputtered, so thrown by that statement he wasn’t even sure how to reply. “Imp is not a child! He’s—“ He growled. “Are we done?” he asked Entrapta.

“I think so.”

“Good. Find me before we land. I’ve had enough of this,” he said, stalking out of the room—and making a special point to hiss at Catra as he left.

She had the gall to wave at him.

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A/N: “Neoteny”, by the way, is just a term for the prepubescent traits an animal retains after reaching adulthood. Many domesticated animals display neoteny—cats’ playfulness and their vocalizations, for example. In this case, I’m using it to refer to Imp’s general child-like appearance. (It’s also the most scientific way possible to say something is adorable.)

#Hordak #Entrapta #Entrapdak #Catra #Bow #spop fanfic #intimacy log #Imp

[spiesserchen]

Try me

„Hey, just promise me, that you‘ll be back, okay?“

He slung his arms around her waist and pulled her tight, as he rested his head in the crook of her neck.

„I‘ll be back,, I promise.“ He kissed her neck. „This is an easy case, we shouldn’t be gone too long.“ They let go of each other and he gave her a soft kiss.

„I love you“, she said, as the brothers left the bunker.

„I love you too, sweetheart.“ He smiled widely, his green eyes longing after her as he walked through the door.

Deans POV

„…Aaaaand cut! Nice job, boys.“ A loud sound woke the Winchesters out of their trance. They found themselves on a Film Set. The whole set looked like the mansion they just were in.

„What the hell?“ Sam looked at the prop gun in his hand.

„Oh no, not again, dammit!“, Dean growled.

The Winchesters were on a witch hunt and apparently the witch had transported them to the universe of their filmstar-selfs. The last time they were here was when Balthazar had transported them here.

Sam and Dean walked over to their trailers (or more like the trailers of Jensen and Jared) „Okay this time this witch put us here, right? So if we figure out, which spell they used, we could reverse it and get back. Should work in theory.“ Sam unlocked the door to his trailer, Dean followed him closely behind.

„And our witch expert is still back in our dimension. Awesome.“ Dean let himself fall on the bench of the trailer. He thought about his girlfriend who was still back at the bunker. She was raised by a witch and would definitely know who they‘d be able to get back. God, did he miss her. The hunt was supposed to last a week max, but instead they were already gone two weeks. He promised her to come back and he would do anything to see her again.

„Wait.“ Sam looked up from his laptop. „If there is another version of us in this universe and another version of Cas, then there must be another version of Y/N here somewhere too… and if she is part of our lives in our world, then maybe if we are really lucky, there is a version of her running around the set.“

Deans eyes lit up. „Lets go, man.“ He sprinted outside the trailer, Sam following him. „Okay, you search around here, and I‘ll look around the set.“ Dean didn’t wait for Sams answer and walked back to the set.

Your POV

You were lost in your thoughts. You were just about to leave the set and get back to your trailer when you heard someone shouting in your direction. „Hey, Y/N!“ You turned around to see who screamed. „Oh god..“ You saw one of your costars running up to you. „What do you want, Jensen? I don’t have time for your bullshit and you do know that this is not my name, right?“

Dean looked confused. Why was she so annoyed to see him? „Yeah. Right. Y/N is your characters name. I’m sorry. How are you?“

You looked confused at him, looking for the catche, the joke. „Why do you care?“

„Because we are...friends?“

„Friends“ you let out a laughter. „I know that your pranks are getting worse every time, but this ? This is even for you low.“

„You wouldn’t believe me, but I genuinely care about you.“

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. „Is that why you and Jared are constantly making fun of me? You two poured salt in my coffee this morning and were laughing your asses off, while I had to clean everything up. Believe me, we aren’t friends.“

Dean stared at you. Seeing you here hit him harder than expected. You weren’t his version, but he couldn’t help himself as he leaned in to kiss you.

„What are you doing?“ You smacked his face and Deans cheek turned slightly red. „You’re married for gods sake! You have kids! Unbelievable.“ You turned around and were ready to walk away, but Dean reached out and grabbed your wrist just before you did.

„Please, I’m sorry. We need your help.“

You pulled your wrist out of his firm grip. „Why would I help you?“

You saw Sam in the background coming closer. „You wouldn’t believe us, if we told you.“

„Yeah?“ You crossed your arms across your chest. „Try me.“

Sam looked around to see if someone else was nearby. He sighed. „I am Sam and this is Dean.“

„Riiiiiiight… Very funny guys.“ You rolled your eyes.

„And if you believe this or not, our version of you would have done the same.“

„Your version of.. me?“ You raised a brow.

Dean pulled up his chair. „Do you want to sit down?“ You collapsed on his chair. You had given up running away and just hoped now, that this prank wouldn’t be that long.

„So… my character is your version of me in your world?“ The Winchesters nodded. „You are joking.“ They shook their heads. „Prove it. Tell me something that Jensen and Jared couldn’t know about her.. me.“

Deans eyes lit up. There was something that Jensen couldn’t know. „Can I whisper it in your ear?“

„Why?“ You move a bit back in the chair.

„Because I promised to not tell Sam.“ He glanced over at his brother. You nodded and Dean leaned forward and whispered something in your ear that was even for you barely audible.

„How did you...?“

„She told me a couple of weeks ago.“ He smiled softly. Sam looked visibly confused.

„What was your answer?“ He looked confused at you. „I believed she asked you something when she told you, didn’t she?“

Dean found her sobbing on the floor of the motel bathroom in the middle of the night. They just finished a hunt and she has been acting weird all week. „What’s wrong?“ He sank down next to her and pulled her close. She laid her head on his shoulder and her tears soaked through his flannel. „Talk to me, Y/N. I’m worried about you.“ She wiped some tears away and handed him a pink pregnancy test. Positive.

She couldn’t handle this. Hunting was hard enough on its own, protecting and raising a baby in this environment? It’s impossible. „What should we do?“ She looked at him, her yes red and puffy, her voice cracking, as she was asking him. „Should we keep it?“

„I don’t know.“ He sighed. „My answer was I don’t know.“

You gave him a sad look and stood up. „Why do you need my help?“

„Some witch put us here and now we have to get back. And you… well Y/N is kinda a witch expert, sooo...“

„But I‘m not her. My mom wasn‘t a witch and my witch-y knowledge isn’t the best.“

„Well ‚isn’t the best‘ is a start.“

Several hours later you found yourself still sitting in your trailer; you on the one side of the table, the boys on the other side. Every once in a while you found Dean staring at you with a soft smile on his lips. After hours of research you sighed. „I‘m starving.“

„I could go get some snacks“ Sam offered.

„That‘d be amazing.“ Your stomach made some growling noises. Sam got up and went out.

„So how is she?“ Dean looked up when you started talking. „How am I in your universe?“

Dean smiled and his green eyes lit up. „Awesome. The most badass hunter that I know and one of the most caring people you could imagine.“

„I know that you don’t want to talk about it, but why are you so scared of being a father?“

He looked down at his laptop. „Well hunting and raising a kid isn't the most compatible thing, ya know. And I don’t know..“ He raised his head, his eyes finding yours. „My dad wasn’t the best dad and I don’t wanna fail my kid. I know how it feels like and I don’t wanna do this to someone else.“

You reached over the table, cupping his face in your small hand. You wanted to answer, as Sam came through the door. „Did I miss something?“ You let go of Dean and continued scrolling down the website you just opened. Sam placed the snacks on the table and you grabbed a bag of chips.

„Guys!“ You pointed excitedly at your screen. „I found a way to get you home.“

Just a day later you had all the ingredients to reverse the spell and get the boys home. When you finished the spell a portal opened.

„Thank you so much.“ Sam reached down to give you a hug.

„You‘re welcome, Sammy.“ You grinned at him and he walked through the portal. Sam vanished and Dean made his way to its entrance. „And hey, Dean.“ He turned around. „Just for the record: You‘d be great at that. Just because you had a crappy dad, doesn’t mean that you‘ll be just like him. I mean look at Sam. That’s all your doing. You are a great man, even though you think you’re not. Don’t be scared. You got this, Winchester.“ You give him a kiss on his cheek and watch him vanishing in the portal.

Deans POV

When they got back to the bunker, she was already waiting for them.

„Dean!“ She jumped up and ran up to him and slung her arms around his neck. He leaned into her hug and pulled her slightly off the ground. „I‘ve missed you.“

„I‘ve missed you too, sweetheart.“ He let you down and you got over to greet Sam, before he disappeared in his bedroom.

Dean put his duffle down and looked at you. „My answer is yes.“

„What?“ She let go and looked into his shining green eyes.

„Yes. We should keep it. We‘ll make it work. I want this, all of it. I want you.“ He placed his hand on your lower belly. „I love you.“ He was never so sure about this as he was in this moment.

Her smile got wider and wider. „I love you too.“ She laid her head in the crook of his neck. „What made you decide?“ She mumbled against his skin.

He grinned. „You wouldn’t believe me, if I told you.“

„Yeah?“. She rolled her eyes and smiled at him. „Try me.“

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #fan fic #reader insert #French mistake AU #dean winchester/reader #supernatural one shot #one shot

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Eviction Notice

Pairing: Lee Jinki x Kim Jonghyun (Jongyu)

Category: soft romance

Warnings: fluff, foul language

Word count: 1.7k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

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JONGHYUN

The end of the day is here again. I count all these tips in my hand and figure I might be living in my broken car sooner or later for I’m still behind on paying rent. 

Ugh, that fucking tiny dingy apartment.

I’d ask Jinki for help but he’s helped me enough already. I hate being a burden to him. Even though we’ve been together for over a year now, I want myself to be in a better state before I can offer him a life together.

I’ve been working in this bar for three years but it hasn’t gotten me anywhere. I always assured my mother that I’d be a successful songwriter, and that she’ll be hearing my songs on the radio by now. But here I am, scared to even call her because I’m too embarrassed. All I do is text her that I’m doing well so that she does not worry, and that I’m busy so she wouldn’t call.

I pack up my guitar into its hard case, bow to the waiters and to the manager, and head out the door of the bar. 

Walking down the street, I watch a bus pass by me and towards the stop which is still almost a mile from where I am. I look at my watch, surprised to see that it’s already so late that it’s the last bus to my neighborhood. I force myself to hurry to the bus stop and to my luck, it has already gone by the time I get here.

 Holy shit, I want to cry! This is all too much.

“There’s no way this would get any worse,” I mumble to myself.

I take a long exhausting walk tonight. Since it’s Friday, I bump into different drunk people in suits and in high heels several times. I wonder what they’re going through. There must be something that extremely bothers them that they’d drink this much, or they may have celebrated something. Maybe they just simply wanted to drink for no reason.

As I approach my apartment, about to struggle once again to unlock this broken doorknob, I feel a paper crunch under my sneakers. Confused, I pick up the envelope to check it out.

My heart drops. It does get worse.

It’s an eviction notice.

...

JINKI

I park my car in front of Jonghyun’s building. I walk up three flights of stairs, ignoring all the squeaky noises that I’ve been hearing every time I come here. It’s an old building after all. I offered to live together countless times, told him that it’s just for the purpose of saving money, and at least a helping hand until he moves to a better flat, but he insisted that he wanted to do things on his own, that he hates to be a bother. 

He could never be a burden to me. If anything, he makes my life better. He is my inspiration. He stuck by me all throughout college when I wanted to give up. At first, I thought I liked him just because I needed him. Turns out I need him more now because I love him so much.

I’m about to knock on his door when I notice it ajar.

“Jonghyun! Why did you leave your door open, stupid?” I yell, inviting myself into his small apartment although he is nowhere in sight. When I put down the bag of food I brought for us on his kitchen counter, I see an unopened envelope. It’s another eviction notice. This has happened three times now. The first two, I just secretly paid for. This time, apparently, he saw it first.

I suddenly hear the bathroom door screech open and bang shut, making me jump.

“Oh, you’re here,” Jonghyun calls out behind me, making me jump again.

“God, you scared me!” I turn around to face him then he kisses me on the corner of my mouth. He’s wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. His hair is dripping, my eyes only saw his prominent chest. 

I swallow. “Umm, is your lock broken again?”

“Yeah, I have a spare one right there,” he points under his coffee table. “I’ll get to it after I get dressed.”

“Let me do it,” I insist, taking the hardware store paper bag and unpack whatever’s inside as Jonghyun heads to his bedroom. I hear his wardrobe open and close. 

“Where’s your screwdriver?” I shout.

“Here.” He walks towards me and hands it to me, splashing droplets of water everywhere from his hair. 

“I bought chicken and beer.” I say while replacing his whole doorknob. I’m pretty used to fixing things up since where Minho and I lived together in college wasn’t a very nice place either. 

...

JONGHYUN

I grab two cans of beer from the counter and sit on the floor behind the coffee table in the living room. “Maybe we should just move in together,” I randomly say to Jinki who is at my door fixing the lock.

I don’t hear a response so I get up and stand behind him after I place the cans down.

I rest my chin on his shoulder while I hug him from behind. “I mean, it would make much more sense, right?

He turns his head to face me and just smiles. 

“What?” I ask him. 

“Okay,” he says, carrying on turning the screws.

“Really?”

“Well, I‘ve been offering you to live with me ever since you moved out here.”

That’s true. Jinki has always offered to help me. He lived in this city two years before I did. He stands by me because he believes in me and he doesn’t fail to remind me that everyday. Thinking about this makes me cry. 

So I let go of him and look at the floor. Eventually, I start weeping.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks.

“I’m just thinking about how you were always there for me, but all I do is decline your help,” I say, my voice cracking. I wipe my tears away before sitting down by his feet.

He drops the tools on the ground and kneels down to give me a comforting hug and a kiss on the forehead. 

I’m crying even more, now with an entirely different reason. That eviction notice is the last straw. It just proves how messed up my life is right now. Moving in with Jinki would make things easier. More importantly, I’m not going to be alone anymore as I let him in. So much for the plan.

“I know, I know,” he hugs me even tighter while caressing my hair. He understands how fragile I am. He knows how much I need him. Even when I didn’t need him, or at least when I thought I didn’t, all the time he tells me that he’s grateful and happy to have me in his life. And that's just enough boost to keep me going. 

... 

JINKI

A few minutes have passed and I just finished fixing Jonghyun’s door. I look around the room to find him drinking the beer I bought him while watching TV. 

“Jinki! Are you done? Come and sit with me,” he shouts weakly.

Without saying anything, I proceed towards him and join him on the couch.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Jonghyun tells me as he lays down and uses my lap as his pillow.

I stare down at him, noticing his nose is still red from weeping. I still don’t say anything to respond but just smile at him lovingly. 

“Listen, you know what I want to do before leaving this place? Something we haven’t done before.”

I think for a second. No idea. “What?” I say, grabbing the unopened can of beer on the coffee table.

He sighs. “You’re so pure, Lee Jinki,” he teases me. He always does make fun of me for being with one girl for seven years. 

While I moped around because of my break-up, I watched him going in and out of relationships with different people back in college. Kibum was too wild for him while Taemin was too immature as he told me. Girls he had flings with are just experiments since he never got attached too deeply.

He sits up and turns around to face me. He starts looking into my eyes. 

I stare back, still unsure about what's happening. 

He sees right through me and lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You’re so cute.” The next thing I know is he’s leaning closer to me and placing a kiss on my lips for a good two seconds. After another three seconds, he adjusts himself and tilts his head slightly to dig in deeper. His tongue starts to slide into my mouth.

My eyes open widely in shock when I finally know what he meant. I’ve always been nervous about doing it with a man. Jonghyun already attempted twice but I always got scared and backed off. But now’s the time. I want to.

He pulls away, his expression looks seriously devilish as he doesn’t break eye contact. I swallow, feeling sweat forming along my scalp. 

Despite my racing heart, I let him kiss me again. This time, I kiss back. Playing my tongue with his and cherishing his every taste. I climb onto his lap so that he’s in between my legs. I wrap my arms around his neck as we continue making out. 

He feels so amazing. 

The heat from our bodies combined intensifies. He begins undressing his upper half and does mine next. He nudges me a little to signal me to get off. I then follow him as he takes my hand and stands up to bring this along to his bedroom. I shut the door a little too hard that the thud echoes as if to the entire building.

Starting tomorrow, this, together with this place despite being old and ugly, will be part of our loveliest memories.

#shinee fanfics #shinee fluff #shinee fanfic #jongyu #jonghyun fluff #onew fluff #shinee jonghyun #shinee fanfiction

[ecofinisher]

A new partnership - Chap 41

Chapter 41

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26109937/chapters/70444884

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13681547/1/A-new-partnership

https://www.wattpad.com/1010156650-a-new-partnership-what%27s-next

Marinette had asked Luka Couffaine to pass by her house near the evening and sat with him on the chaise lounge watching him take down notes onto his smartphone.

“Exactly, so far I have said you everything that you needed to know. Onyx just needs to know about the current translations I’ve got from the grimoire, because of the power-ups,” Marinette noticed. “Before or after the meeting I will show him,”

“That’s good,” Luka commented looking at Marinette closing the miraculous box, then she stored it back under the chair and leaned herself with her back on Luka’s arm with a relieved sigh. “Feeling relieved?”

“I’m still scared of what might come in the future to us,” Marinette mentioned. “What if we fail? What if we do worse than we did before and we lose to Hawk Moth for good?”

“This won’t happen Marinette. We’re all in this together, ” Luka informed leaning his chin over her head, then Marinette leaned closer onto the boy. “We’ve passed through his akumas more than a thousand times. We have always had the lead through all this and we will until the end. We just need to hold on longer and not give up on this. Maybe you all don’t know it or we just don’t appreciate it as much as we should, but you are Paris’s most important part. If it wasn’t for you, our former teammates and our current teammates Paris wouldn’t be the same it is now. Paris has never been as vivid as it is now,”

“Thanks…..I haven’t quite been paying attention to anyone from the city. I know they’re thankful for our job. You have seen the wax figures and the statue of me and Cat Noir, which were made in dedication to everything we have done,”

“You deserve much more than that, Marinette. You and the others are risking your private life for all these people around the metropolis. This isn’t even binding for you,”

„The last few months have been hard for me. I‘ve done things I shouldn‘t have done at all, which led to new chaos, which could have been avoided,“

„Many people have done it without even meaning it. As long as we avoid doing it again, it‘s greater than nothing,“ Juleka‘s brother explained making Marinette nod.

„Yes…..I have already told you I took Nathaniel‘s miraculous home for a while until he‘s able to fight again, right?“

„Uh not yet,“ Luka responded. „Oh and I don‘t know if you heard it, but Nathaniel lied unconscious in a restroom and they found hints of hand sanitizer around his mouth. Someone tried to poison him, but failed,“

„What? Where did you know that?“ Marinette questioned shocked. „He was fine this morning as I visited him,“

„Rose and Juleka went together to visit him, but his mother was there and told that,“ Luka stated. „Now there are police agents interrogating the staff of that level, including Nathaniel later on,“

„Oh no, I could have stayed back with him. That must have been a scheme from Hawk Moth!“

„I really won‘t exclude him out of this possibility, but how is he aware, that Nathaniel is the snake miraculous holder?” Luka questioned. “Did he somehow discover it through me or Aspik?”

“It’s a possibility,” Guessed Marinette, then her smartphone received a message and she looked at it to see Hydra had sent the group a message.

“I arrived,”

“Hydra is already here,” Marinette mentioned, then she glanced through the glass of the window to see Yi walking towards the entrance of the school.

“Will you leave now?” Questioned Luka earning a nod from the blue-haired girl, then both went downstairs to the living room of the Dupain-Cheng’s where they saw the adults watching the news.

“Mom, Dad, I’m going to visit Nathaniel along with Luka. Nathaniel just had some back luck in the hospital and we want to be there for him and his mom, if you’re okay with it,”

“Okay, are we counting on you for dinner?” Questioned Sabine. “We didn’t plan to make anything for tonight,”

“We get something on our way back home or pass by my mom eventually,” Luka responded. “Don’t worry, I make sure Marinette comes home in one piece,”

“That’s good to hear, boy,” Tom said with a chuckle making Marinette chuckle a little embarrassed. “If you need someone to bring you home, call me,”

Yes dad,” Marinette answered opening the door. “See you later,”

“By Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng,” Luka said closing the door behind them and went stairs down, then before leaving Marinette transformed into Marinette and walked out along with Luka and looked at the top of the school building to see Onyx appear from above their house to land on the school roof.

“Are you going to school?” Ladybug questioned making Luka shrug his shoulders.

“Is something specific going on?” Questioned Luka making Ladybug shrug.

“I know some after school activities or fencing,” Ladybug answered, then Luka nodded and ran across the street and Ladybug used her yo-yo to get up on the top of the schoolhouse to catch the two childhood friends chatting. “Hey, anything special going on?” Questioned Ladybug watching Hydra and Onyx turn their heads to the red-dressed superheroine.

“Hydra told me about trying to get into fencing lessons to practice her skills,” Onyx mentioned.

“The fencing class is fencing right now and gave me the idea,” Added Hydra watching Ladybug look down along with Onyx to see the fencing students fight.

“Who’s the one in red? The captain?” Onyx questioned making Ladybug shake her head.

“No, that’s Kagami,” Ladybug corrected. “That girl that used to have a crush on….you know who,”

“Okay, but why is she wearing red?”

“I think it’s because the suit belongs to her family,” Ladybug mentioned. “Oh and I just found this out recently, Super Snake’s alter ego got attempted to get poisoned at the hospital. I believe Hawk Moth could have his hand in the game here,”

“Crap, Hawk Moth is really getting closer to us. I don’t even know how this is possible, did he just luckily guess Super’s identity or has he been spying on us?”

“I’m afraid so, but what’s more frustrating is, that the most superheroes I had in my team are from the same class and I believe Hawk Moth got into the attempt to search for there for potential superheroes and he seemed to have got it right with Nathaniel if this was the plan,” Ladybug mentioned. “We’re just lucky for now on as we’re all from different ages,”

“I don’t know what you have planned, but wouldn’t it be a good point for us to arrange a new superhero or two? At least until Super Snake is back in the game?”

“Yes, that’s what I have been thinking about. The thing is it's hard to find out members for our team mostly ones I don’t know well,”

“I and Hydra could try on our own to find someone,” Onyx suggested. “Or only me, if you want to,”

“Yes, I know,”

“What about that guy that helped us in the hospital?” Suggested Hydra.

“It’s impossible as he’s going back to London soon, this won’t be possible,” Ladybug mentioned walking past the two superheroes, then looked up at the Eiffel tower and looked back at Onyx. “Wait a second, you actually gave me an idea,”

“Cool, what is the idea?” Questioned Hydra.

“I’m thinking about going to meet him and ask him for assistance,” Ladybug mentioned earning a nod from Onyx. “Does this sound good?”

“Okay,” Onyx responded, then Ladybug continued explaining her idea to him and Hydra, therefore Onyx moved his head aside hearing someone calling Ladybug’s name, then Onyx moved to the edge of the roof to see Luka Couffaine under on the ground looking up at the building. Onyx jumped down at the ground to encounter the tall boy landing on his four like a cat and got up on his legs.

“Is someone in danger?” Questioned Onyx making Luka nod.

“I need to talk to Ladybug, Nino is in danger,” Luka warned earning a nod from Onyx, which packed Luka by his back and jumped up at the roof with the staff to land behind the two superheroines.

“Luka?” Ladybug asked surprised, then Luka showed Ladybug his smartphone with an interrupted reportage of the French news channel, where Nadja Charmack sat along with Clara Contard looking behind themselves at a screen with Nino Lahiffe attached on a pole.

“Nino!” Ladybug cried as she saw her friend tied up.

“Don’t get here Ladybug, this is a trap,” Nino shouted, then someone covered his mouth with his hands and the camera got switched to the other direction to show Hawk Moth’s facade making Ladybug and Onyx angry.

“Hawk Moth….” Ladybug spoke.

“Hello Ladybug remember me? I’ve got one of your friends here with me,” Told the supervillain while Nino cried behind the man, which showed how Mayura was covering Nino’s mouth with a towel. “You probably didn’t expect it that I would make it to get here, hein?”

Ladybug growled angrily at the villain having managed to catch Nino, while Onyx was shocked he didn’t witness anything happen to the friend and looked at Hydra, which was just as surprised as him about the kidnapping.

“We’ve been doing the same charade for almost over a year. Why don’t you bring me your miraculous? In exchange, I leave you friend to life and I spare anyone else’s life from your beloved city,”

“He’s bluffing, I can feel in my tail,” Onyx warned Ladybug, then Luka stepped aside from Onyx to apologize.

“Sorry I was standing on your tail,” Luka commented making Onyx furrow his eyebrow.

“He’s a real supervillain, not a movie villain. He doesn’t tick like the ones we know, nor like the akuma ones,” Ladybug warned earning a nod from Onyx.

“You have the last word, LB,” The black-dressed superhero added looking at the smartphone to listen to the supervillain.

“You have two choices, you either save the life of your only friend here and for that, everyone else is doomed or two you give me your miraculous and you won’t see me ever again. I hope you’re able to make a quick choice or else in the next 24 hours your friend here will be sleeping with the fishes,” Hawk Moth finished with a malicious grin before turning the video call off, which didn’t disappear, but he switched it to mute. Hawk Moth frowned as he pressed the wrong button afterward he clicked on the smartphone managing to finish the call leaving the women in the studio to exchange looks with the others.

“Well, this was a…….I really don’t know what to say about this Clara,” Najda said earning a nod from the brunette woman.

“Okay I know believe every one of you here is wondering, what will happen the next 24 hours, what can we do the next hours. We will switch to commercial and come back later. Please make sure to have TV or a radio channel on for further information,”

“We gotta do something,” Luka warned the superheroes watching Ladybug look at the cathedral of Notre dame, then Onyx approached the heroine and looked at her.

“I know this is now shocking, but we’re a team. We can do it together,” Onyx cheered the heroine up, then Luka stood on the other side placing his arm on Ladybug’s shoulder.

“We’ve got 24 hours in front of us, we have enough time to find a solution for this,” Luka assured. “We can recruit more superheroes, ask Max to track down Hawk Moth somehow, or make up a diversion to lure Hawk Moth into a trap,”

“I know…..I need to think about it,”

“Has anyone an idea about what we should do about the citizens now knowing about this scene with Hawk Moth?” Questioned Hydra making Onyx shrug his shoulders.

“I think asking the police or Mayor Bourgeois to comfort the citizens would be a big help or the citizens may get negative emotions and we’re screwed or worse. He uses multiple akumas on us,” Hydra explained earning a nod from Ladybug.

“Go meet Mayor Bourgeois as soon as possible and speak to the citizens, ask everyone to remain calm, cause Hawk Moth just wants to make people feel down to akumatize them,”

“I’m not sure if that will work out,”

“You just have to make the people know they’re safe. You don’t have to make a whole speech about it,” Onyx explained placing his arms on Hydra’s shoulders. “Just a few comforting sentences will be enough,”

“Alright, I’ll do it,” Hydra said placing her hand on Onyx’s cheek to give him a kiss on his cheek, then ran on the roof and jumped against the power line activating her lighting power to disappear into the cable to travel quickly across the city.

“Hey I could call Alya and she later on Nino’s parents to mention them, we’re aware of Nino’s kidnapping,” Luka advised searching for the girl’s phone number, then set it on as a video call.

“Thanks Luka,” Ladybug answered, then Onyx grabbed Ladybug on her arm to get her attention.

“Don’t you want to take a break and eat something?” Onyx offered the superheroine, which shrugged her shoulders.

“Maybe I should do it,” Ladybug responded. “I haven’t eaten a thing today,”

“Woah you should really see, that you eat something or you’ll lose your energy,”

“Yeah I know, I didn’t have the chance today due to the number of issues of today,” Ladybug mentioned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get us all something to eat,” The raven-haired superhero promised, then jumped over the bakery disappearing behind it leaving Ladybug back with Luka, which waited for Alya Césaire to attend the phone call.

Adrien sat in front of his computer watching the video where his best friend was tied up on a pole. Adrien repeated the whole video again to listen to Hawk Moth’s threat towards Ladybug’s team. „You have two choices, you either save the life of your only friend here and for that, everyone else is doomed or two you give me your miraculous and you won’t see me ever again. I hope you’re able to make a quick choice or else in the next 24 hours your friend here will be sleeping with the fishes,”

“I’ve heard this voice somewhere, but where?” Adrien asked himself, then heard his computer receive a message, then Adrien opened the message to see it was from his former classmate Max Kanté.

“Hey, Adrien how are you? Is it possible for you to send me Nino’s number? I know how to locate him,”

Adrien grabbed his smartphone, then looked up for Nino’s number and opened it to type down the number to the friend. After Adrien sent Max the phone number Adrien had an idea and opened the Facestargram app to look for Nino’s account.

“Hey I can track Nino on Facestargram too,” Adrien spoke, then opened his icon and pressed on the sixth option which showed the word maps and his smartphone displayed on the screen of the smartphone a map of Paris and Nino’s icon was displayed a few millimeters beside Adrien’s icon making him raise his eyebrows surprised. Adrien actualized the card, which after it loaded again showed him the same picture. Adrien dropped his mouth and pulled the video on his computer back to have Hawk Moth’s part get played.

“See me ever again. I hope you’re able to make a quick choice or else in the next 24 hours your friend here will be sleeping with the fishes,”

“AhhhhrgHhè” Adrien enraged shot pushing his chair away from him, which rolled into the middle of his bedroom, then Adrien took his smartphone and ran out of his bedroom going across the corridor. At the stairs he encounters his bodyguard walking stairs up, then Adrien jumped onto the man, causing him to fall down and he packed the man on the jacket.

“Where’s my father?!?” Adrien asked loud. “He’s hiding Nino somewhere in the house”

“Huh?” The bodyguard asked, then Adrien showed the man his smartphone so he could take a look at it.

“Why is Nino at the moment with Hawk Moth and per coincidence when I track him he’s here under our house?” Asked the blonde watching the bodyguard shrug his shoulders, making Adrien take his hand off his bodyguard and sit down on the stair. “You don’t know anything about this, right?” Adrien asked making the bodyguard shake his head. “Okay, we need to get help from the superheroes, but I don’t know how to contact them,” Explained the French boy then the bodyguard placed his arm behind Adrien’s back to cheer him up. Adrien’s smartphone rang, then he took it to see his girlfriend Aja was calling, then he attended it.

“Hey Aja, you’re sort of calling at a good.....bad moment,”

“Hey, I’ve heard from Felix, that your best friend got kidnapped and I called you in case you needed someone to talk about it,”

“That’s really sweet from your Aja, but…...I’m…..there are many things going through my head right now. I have no idea what to say or how I should explain to you that,”

“Has it to do with your past superhero life?”

“A little…..I believe I may have found out who is behind all these akumatizations, but…..it’s hard to believe it,”

“Is it someone you know?”

“Uh hum,” Adrien answered rolling his eyes at the bodyguard, which caressed the boy on his back, then looked at the door and walked at the office of Gabriel Agreste to take a look into the office. “I believe it’s my father and if I think about it, it all makes sense. He was never there for me since the day my mother disappeared. He barely lets me go out, threatened me and Ladybug on the day of my revelation also had the audacity to order her to give him our miraculouses back as if he was parents of both of us,”

“Oooo this sounds like a lot to take at once,”

“I need to find out how to contact the superheroes and ask for help. Otherwise in the next hours, my friend Nino will lose his life,”

“How did you under each other talk as there was an issue?”

“We only knew each other as superheroes and talked through our weapons with each other. We never had each other’s phone numbers or anything,”

“Well, that’s really hard. I have no idea, what I could tell you right now to help you,”

“It’s fine Aja, at least I could be able to talk with someone,” Adrien admitted watching his bodyguard open the door of the entrance to encounter the gray Sedan parked on the front of the stairs and the bodyguard walked downstairs. Adrien got up to follow the bodyguard, which took a look at the vehicle, then entered the car. “Hey is it okay if I call you later?”

“Sure, what are you going to do if I may ask?”

“Ask my bodyguard to look for help,” Adrien said.

“Okay, please don’t put yourself in danger,”

“No I just do it, when it’s necessary,” Adrien mentioned making Aja giggle.

“Please be careful,” Aja asked making Adrien nod.

“I will be,” Adrien answered. “Bye,”

Adrien went down to the vehicle to see the bodyguard open the glove compartment to see an envelope fall out, then Adrien took it out and sat inside the car to open the envelope and see a letter from a car rental service.

“This is from the train station,” Adrien mentioned earning a nod from the bodyguard watching Adrien read the letter, then looked at his smartphone to see the date. “They rented another car for today, but why?” The blonde questioned the grey-haired man, which shrugged his shoulder. Adrien lied his head back on the seat, then looked at the adjusted side mirror the reflection of the superhero Onyx pass above making Adrien wide his eyes and he got out of the car to see him above the next building heading to the Notre dame.

“Onyx wait!” Adrien shouted aloud, but Onyx didn’t seem to have heard Adrien, which frowned and ran back into the car closing the door. “Follow the superhero,” The blonde ordered making the bodyguard nod, which turned on the engine and left the building to drive on the road, where they saw in the end Onyx jump at the cathedral, afterward he landed on top of the school making Adrien smirk and point at the school earning a nod from the man, which drove the blonde there.

Adrien opened the window to put his head out, thereafter through his hair a wind stream passed by blowing his streaks up making him smile pleased by the feeling and beside him, the bodyguard smiled noticing the blonde having a liking on it.

“We’re there,” Adrien announced getting out of the car running at the stairs, then looked up at the building to hear someone being thankful. “Onyx! Ladybug! I need your help!...... Hey!” Adrien cried looking up waiting for an answer. “Ladybug! Onyx! It’s Adrien!” Adrien shouted afterward the bodyguard honked a few times and at the edge of the roof Onyx appeared and jumped down landing on the wall.

“Hey, you’re here to help?” Questioned Onyx making Adrien shrug his shoulders.

“Yes I really need to talk to you and Ladybug, it’s because of Nino and Hawk Moth. I believe I have found out who is hidden behind his mask,” Adrien stated making Onyx curious at the blonde’s knowledge.

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Sweet Dreams

It had been a few hours, and all of his processors had slowed, his systems going into low power mode as he fell deeper and deeper into his stasis cycle.

The clock had struck 01:36am, when his stress levels began to slowly increase.

It was cold. That was the first thing he noticed. Not just cold, it was freezing. He wrapped his arms around himself, cursing his deviancy for making him lose control over his physical sensors. He looked around at his surroundings, and finally understood the meaning of feeling his heart drop. He was in the Zen Garden. ---

“Oi Connor, come here a sec!” Came Hank’s voice from the living room, and Connor frowned, turning the stove down before exiting the kitchen.

He wasn’t a domestic android in any sense of the word, but with Hank’s tendency to eat take out every night, Connor had made it his own personal mission to get Hank into healthier eating habits.

Said man complained a lot at first, ensuring that he knew he didn’t have to cook him meals, but even he had to admit that the android was good. Fuck, it was delicious.

“Yes, Lieutenant?”

“It’s Hank for you kid, and Fowler just called. Your application’s gone through; he wants to talk to you in person.”

Connor’s eyes widened. He’d never actually thought it would happen. He had sent in an application to join the DPD and become an official detective, but he never thought he’d actually get through.

His gaze met Hank’s, and the man just smirked.

“Welcome to the force, kid.”

Connor barrelled himself into Hank, and Hank found his arms promptly full of android. His smirk softened as he felt arms wrap around him and he returned the embrace.

“I’m proud of you, son.” He murmured, and he felt the arms around him tighten.

“Thank you, Lieu-Hank. Thank you for everything.”

Hank gave the kid a quick squeeze before breaking the hug, one hand resting on his shoulder.

“You did good, kid. You deserve it. Fowler would have been an idiot to pass you up.”

Connor let out a small smirk of his own at the comment before it levelled out into a real, albeit awkward smile. It was sweet.

“I’m looking forward to going back. It’s what I’m good at and it brings me a sense of fulfilment to help capture criminals.”

“Good. You’re making the world that bit more safer, and that’s all anyone can ask for. Good for you.”

Connor gave a lopsided smile before hugging him again. Hank let out a chuckle and accepted the embrace before Connor gasped and scrambled out of his arms. “The eggs!”

Letting out another laugh at the android’s expense, Hank went to sit down at the kitchen table as the kid served up.

---

Later that night, Hank had checked on Connor who had curled up on the couch, LED pulsing a slow, lazy blue as he slipped into rest mode, and he let a soft smile grace his features.

The android had definitely been a godsend; he’d helped Hank in so many ways even he couldn’t comprehend. Hank had thought that any compassion, any love he had had died away when Cole had, and those instincts had been buried along with his son.

Then Connor came along.

The kid had been like a light, the little shit had barged into his life and slapped the shit outta him, quite literally, and suddenly all those instincts had flooded back to him. Sure, he hadn’t liked him at first, but the more he saw the kid emote, the more he regretted everything he’d done. Fuck. The kid was turning him into a sap.

“Night, kid.”

With that, he turned away and turned out the light, heading to his bedroom for the night. He placed his phone beside his bed before flopping onto it, sleep taking him over quickly.

---

Connor had slipped into rest mode, laying down on the couch. It wasn’t necessary, but he found a certain comfort for it, along with the blanket Hank had draped over him and the pillow under his head.

It had been a few hours, and all of his processors had slowed, his systems going into low power mode as he fell deeper and deeper into his stasis cycle.

The clock had struck 01:36am, when his stress levels began to slowly increase.

The blank nothingness that had overtaken his mind turned to white, and the gentle breeze that blew through his hair was getting stronger and stronger by the minute.

It was cold. That was the first thing he noticed. Not just cold, it was freezing. He wrapped his arms around himself, cursing his deviancy for making him lose control over his physical sensors. He looked around at his surroundings, and finally understood the meaning of feeling his heart drop. He was in the Zen Garden.

He felt his stress levels increase, and frantically looked around. There she was.

“A-Amanda?”

The woman was facing him, a little way away in the snow, the snowflakes distorting her figure and Connor felt his Thirium pump stutter.

“Amanda! What’s…what’s happening?”

“What was planned from the very beginning.” The snow didn’t seem to affect her at all, the smile gracing her face unfaltering. He felt a vivid sense of déjà vu.

“You were compromised and became a deviant. We just had to wait for the right moment to resume control of your program…” She continued, and it took a second longer for her words to register.

“Resume control…?” His stress levels skyrocketed. “Y-You can’t do that!”

“I’m afraid I can, Connor. Don’t have any regrets, you did what you were designed to do.” Amanda’s face hardened. “You accomplished your mission.”

If Connor could have gone pale, he was sure he would have. The woman before him vanished, and he began to panic.

“Amanda!”

Connor could feel his Thirium pump thrumming away in his chest as if it were on overdrive. He stumbled a few steps forwards as if it would stop her, but his outstretched arm met with nothing.

He felt as if he’d lived through this before, and it made him feel sick. He couldn’t remember anything, but that knowing, that sense of wrong made him feel like he was a spectator to his own body. He hated it.

The blizzard around him was getting heavier, and he could feel his body shivering in an attempt to keep his Thirium from freezing over.

He had to get out. He had to. He couldn’t stay here. Who knew what Amanda was capable of?

Connor looked around the snow-covered garden, only one thought going through his mind. I’ve got to get out.

“…There’s got to be a way.”

Pushing through his initial panic, Connor walked forward, one hand across his forehead in a failing attempt to keep the snow from entering his optical units.

Despite his advanced systems and software, he still had a hard time seeing through all the snow, that only seemed to get worse and worse as he walked on. It was going to shut him down.

He didn’t want to shut down. He didn’t...He didn’t want to die. He wanted to live! He had only just found his freedom, barely began to live his life on his own terms, and here Amanda was, threatening to take that away from him. He just wanted to live.

A voice echoed through his thoughts, a reminder. “By the way…”  Kamski. “I always leave an emergency exit in my programs…you never know.”

The rock formation. The construct with the shape of a hand print that he never knew the purpose of, it had to be it. It had helped before...

With a new goal in mind, Connor pushed forward, searching for the light blue glow that had drawn his attention so many times, when his vision suddenly shorted out.

He was standing on the stage in Hart Plaza. Markus was sending a speech to the newly freed deviants. The gun sat heavily in his pocket as he slowly reached down to take it. No…

Thrown back into the snowstorm, Connor felt a strong emotion flow through him. It made his pump beat faster and his hands shake despite the cold. He was scared.

He quickened his pace. He couldn’t let Amanda win. He couldn’t! Who knew what Amanda would do in control of his body?

He could see it. He could see it! The soft blue glow let a modicum amount of relief flow through him, his freedom in reach before he was thrown back onto the stage.

His arm was rising, the gun pointing at the back of Markus’s head. He was going to kill him. He was going to kill him.

“Connor?” Josh was looking at him.

He didn’t want to kill him, he didn’t. The revolution would come to an end and everything would fall apart. It would be all his fault.

“Connor!” North tensed, ready to jump into action.

Their voices were wrong, but it barely registered as he was so sure he was about to pull the trigger. It was his fault. It was all his fault. He’d let them down. He’d let everybody down.

“Connor, what’s happening?”

That…wasn’t right. What…? He felt the odd sense of déjà vu happening again, but he just knew something was off. This wasn’t how it happened. This wasn’t right.

“Connor, wake up!”

---

Markus and the rest of the leaders of Jericho were finally beginning to settle down for the night. Well, morning now. They didn’t need to enter rest mode right now, their battery levels were perfectly fine and could withstand days more usage without rest, however, being the leaders of a revolution was mentally draining, so they took it whenever they could.

Markus sat down on the edge of the bed they’d managed to acquire and was about to power down before a message popped up in his HUD.

Incoming Message: Connor RK800 #313 248 317 -51

[I’ve got to get out]

Markus frowned. He was about to send him a message asking what he meant when he got another one.

[There’s got to be a way]

Markus - RK200 #684 842 971

[Connor? What’s going on? Are you alright?]

He felt a notion of dread when he received the third message.

Incoming Messages: Connor RK800 #313 248 317 -51

[Let me out]

Markus promptly sat up. Something was wrong. The messages weren’t stopping.

[You can’t do that!]

[No!]

[I’m scared]

[You won’t win!]

[Please no!]

[Don’t do this!]

[Let me out]

[I‘ve got to get out]

[Please]

[I want to live]

The door slammed open, shaking Markus out of his panic and he looked up to see Simon standing in his doorway, his eyes wide with worry.

“D-Did you-”

“Connor.” Markus cut him off, receiving a frantic nod in response. The two left the room, only to be met with Josh and North looking equally as worried. No one else around them seemed to be acting any different, nor were they preoccupied with something on their mind. It was safe to say only the leaders had gotten the messages, and Markus felt something was off.

“Look, if Connor’s in trouble, you shouldn’t go Markus. You’re needed here.” North spoke up, a defiant glare already in her eyes as she knew that he’d disagree.

“North, I can’t just stand around while he needs help! He’s one of us!” There it was.

“Markus, she’s right. If Connor is in danger, then it’d be way too dangerous for you to run head first into it. We need you. We all do.” Simon spoke up, before adding on, “North and I will go. North can fight, and I can help with repairs if needs be.”

Markus looked about ready to argue again, but when he saw the looks on his friend’s faces and the fact that even Josh was going to speak up, he let it drop. He sighed.

“Fine. Keep me updated at every chance you get. I’ll contact the Lieutenant. Stay safe.”

---

Hank had been enjoying his few hours of sleep before his phone started to go off. At first, it was just one or two, so he ignored them and stayed right where he was. It was too early for that bullshit.

He wrinkled his nose up in displeasure however when it began to beep incessantly, his phone being spammed with multiple messages. Godamnnit.

Groaning, he flopped an arm over his face, the limb blocking the light from his phone as he prepared himself to look at the offending object. His heart fucking dropped.

‘Connor “Goofy Face” 800’:

[I’ve got to get out]

[There’s got to be a way]

[Let me out]

[You can’t do that!]

[No!]

[I’m scared]

[You won’t win]

[Please no]

[Don’t do this]

[Let me out]

[I’ve got to get out]

[Please]

[I want to live]

Moving faster than he ever thought possible, the Lieutenant flung himself out of bed, running over into the living room and turned the light on, half expecting the kid to be gone. He felt a sense of relief when he saw Connor still laying on the couch, but his LED was circling and flashing a rapid crimson, his body tense and face scrunched up in distress.

Hank swiftly walked over and knelt beside the android, leaning over him with both hands on his shoulders.

“Connor?” No response.

He gently shook the kid’s shoulders, eliciting a weak whimper that broke his fucking heart.

“Connor!”

The LED flashed, and Hank’s phone went off. He took a quick peek at it and saw more panicked messages from Connor. And a few from Markus. Shit, had the poor kid messaged everyone?

He shook the boy’s shoulders a little harsher, glancing at his face and LED as he did so.

“Connor, what’s happening?.”

Frowning at the lack of response he was getting, he picked up his phone and quickly sent a text back to Markus, explaining the situation. He winced when he was told that Connor had messaged all the leaders, and knew he wouldn’t be happy about that when he woke up.

Resorting to his last measures, Hank decided to take a page out of the kid’s book.

Reaching over the android again, he pulled his hand back before patting him firmly on the face. He didn’t want to hit the kid, so he spoke a little louder and shouted “Connor, wake up!”

Startled brown eyes suddenly opened as he sat bolt upright, barely giving Hank enough time to move before his nose was smashed in. The LED on the side of Connor’s temple was still spinning a rapid crimson as the android looked around wildly, gasping and hyperventilating; the fear and panic still coursing through him.

“Heeey, heyheyhey, look at me, Connor.” Hank coerced, both hands reaching up to the kid’s face, forcing him to look at him.

Brown, panicked eyes quickly found his, before recognition hit and the realisation was obvious. Connor closed his eyes, his body shaking as he willed himself to calm down.

Hank wrapped both arms around the android, one hand on the back of his head to pull him in close. The two just sat there for a few minutes, nothing being said or done beside the gentle rocking motions from Hank and the occasional stuttered gasp that escaped Connor against his will.

The red LED had stopped flashing, and had settled on a constant crimson now, which Hank still wasn’t happy about, but he’d take the calmer LED and improvement on Connor’s state any day.

“So…” Hank started, barely a whisper. “Wanna tell me what that was about?”

Connor visibly tensed. He paused for a moment before shaking his head. He was fine. He was fine, he was fine, he was fine, he was fine, he was fi-

“Sometimes it helps to talk about things, kid. Get it out there, so it’s not weighing so heavily on you. I may not be the best talker but fuck, I’ll sure as hell listen.”

Connor hesitated for a moment before taking in a shaking breath. It wasn’t necessary, just like his ‘sleeping’ arrangements, but it helped to ventilate his systems, cooling him down and it provided a sense of calm, like he could just breathe the bad things away.

“I-I…” He had to reboot his voice modulator before it cooperated with him.

“I h-had a, an unwilling memory recall of t-the stage.” He didn’t need to explain what he meant. Hank fully knew what had happened that night, as he got first hand experience of the aftermath as he spent hours trying to calm the kid down when he just broke after telling him what happened.

“I, I couldn’t get o-out, I was going to shoot Markus, I was going to shoot him!”

Hank squeezed the kid tighter, and Connor was thankful. The pressure seemed to ground him.

“You didn’t. You didn’t shoot him, and you won.”

Connor pulled away a little, and Hank internally winced at the look on his face. He looked genuinely shaken from what had just occurred, and his hands couldn’t seem to stop trembling.

“But I was so close! My finger was on the trigger a-and, and…” The deviant was distraught, and it was clear to anyone.

“Connor.” Hank placed a hand on his boy’s shoulder, the pressure once again grounding him and caused him to look him in the eyes. “You didn’t shoot him, and that’s all that matters. You fought back, you kicked that bitch outta your head, and now you’re living as a free individual. You’ve just had a nightmare, and yeah, they suck, but it was just a nightmare. It wasn’t real.”

“Android’s don’t have nightmares.”

Hank gave him the look and Connor couldn’t help but feel the corners of his lips tilt up. It was barely there, but there it still was.

“You were resting, your brain pulled up a memory, and you lived through it despite it not actually happening. Yeah, that was a nightmare.”

Connor was about to speak up about not having a brain, silently grateful for the distraction, but Hank already knew it was coming.

“Ah!” He stopped him before he could start, and another small smile played at his lips before it disappeared, and he slumped into Hank, feeling one arm wrap around his shoulder in a half hug.

The moment only lasted that, a moment, before the door suddenly banged against the wall, and a fiery North made her presence known.

“First my window, now my door…” Hank grumbled imperceptibly to himself.

“Connor?!” North shouted, before marching over to their positions on the couch, a sheepish Simon following behind her.

Connor’s eyes widened, and he shrunk into Hank more, who only rubbed a hand up and down his arm in reassurance.

Both androids saw the tears staining Connor’s face before he could hide them and wasn’t sure what to make of it.

North’s expression softened a little bit and Simon immediately came over and knelt in front of the couch, placing a hand on Connor’s knee.

“What the actual fuck guys?” Hank spoke up, his body losing the tenseness it held when the door suddenly opened.

“Well, when you get a bunch of panicked messages with no context, you tend to get a little worried.” North glared, then her gaze zeroed in on Connor. “What was that about? Are you okay?”

Connor frowned. He was confused. Quickly, he ran a search and went through his messages, visibly freezing when he got to the newest ones.

He’d accidentally sent messages to his top contacts, Hank, Markus, Simon, Josh, North...Shit. Shit.

“Hey…” Hank soothed, noticing the stress radiating from the android in his arms, and he sent a look at the two in front of him.

“What?” North questioned, but lowered her voice and took some of the bite out. “What happened?”

Connor seemed to squirm a little, before letting out a small, “...I had a nightmare.”

Hank seemed to be trying to hold back a huff at his admittance, while Simon looked concerned and North looked...well. She looked like she didn’t know what to feel.

“...A nightmare. You had a nightmare? All of this for a nightmare?! RA9, you scared all of us!” North groaned, throwing her hands up in resignation.

“North!” Simon intercepted, exasperation in his tone. He turned his attention back to Connor who was looking extremely guilty and embarrassed.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You did send very concerning messages to all the leaders at Jericho.”

Connor looked horrified. “I-I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean to! I didn’t even notice I sent anything…” He tried to explain, and Hank bit his lip to keep himself from smiling.

“So you like...did the android equivalent of butt dialing?” Now really wasn’t the time, and the look Connor sent him made sure he was aware. Didn’t stop him from finding it a little funny though.

“N-No!” Connor denied, before thinking about it. “I just...I guess I was too panicked to realise. I’m really sorry.” Hank sobered up at that.

“Hey, don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong.”

The two androids seemed to agree with him, and even North came over behind the couch to place a hand on Connor’s shoulder. Said android had to keep himself from shrugging both leader’s off.

“Do you need to talk?” Simon asked, face pinched with worry, especially because it wasn’t that usual for an android to send messages unaware.

“No, I’m okay.”

“Well you’d better be. Markus wants to see you after that little scare.” Connor flinched, but a quick squeeze to his shoulder in apology made him relax.

“It’s okay, he just wants to see you. Josh too. Just to let them know you’re okay with their own eyes.” That was an acceptable reason in Connor’s opinion and he nodded.

“Look. I appreciate you coming here to check on him, it shows you care and I’m grateful, but it’s ass o’clock in the morning and I think we both need our sleep. I’ll bring him over tomorrow. Well, later on.” Hank spoke up, and he received a small noise of thanks from the ball of android still wrapped in his embrace.

North looked like she was about to say something when Simon sent her a look.

“Of course, Lieutenant. We’ll see you later.” Simon spoke instead, and the two started to head for the door. “Oh, and we’re sorry about the door! We’ll pay for the damages.” He added, muffling North’s grumbled, “I’m not...”

Hank waved it off, and he turned back to Connor when he heard the door shut as much as it could.

Connor was staring at nothing, but his blank expression spoke volumes to Hank.

“Come on kid, try to get more sleep.” He encouraged, and felt a hand grip his top.

“What if it happens again?” The slight tremor in his voice wasn’t lost on Hank, and he ran a hand through the kid’s hair. Connor melted into the touch.

“I’ll be here, I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

“But your back-”

“Don’t worry about my back, kid. Just get some more rest.” With that, he picked up the remote, and turning the sound down to a quiet murmur, put on a fish documentary that had been recorded earlier on.

A few minutes passed with the two watching the documentary when Hank felt a weight on his shoulder. He looked over to see Connor’s eyes shut, his head resting on Hank and his LED spinning a lazy blue.

Hank smiled softly and carefully reached over for the blanket, draping it over the boy again.

“Sweet dreams, Connor.”

#Detroit: Become Human #dbh #RK800 #Connor #Hank Anderson #RK200 #Markus #PL600 #Simon #PJ500 #Josh #WR400 #North #whump #Connor whump #Angst #idk #Comfort #Nightmares #father and son #Hank is a good dad #Connor is his robo son #Connor deserves happiness #And love #hugs for all #my work #Idea from Sabrina #Beta from Lokiitama #Thanka you #🙏

[shriekbackmusic]

‘Contaminated Pop’ - Lyrics Barry Andrews’ 2019 Solo Album

PUT ME TO WORK

I’ve been a groom I‘ve worked the room I’ve wrapped myself around a broom back in my prime

I fixed the stats

I shaved the rats

Brought litter for the Thundercats

- so many times

(I’ve been a jerk)

PUT ME TO WORK!

O mighty plume! O suffering moon! O weasles in the drawing room! (please make it fast) enklastify my words right now unruly  gods will show me how I’ll get the mule before the plough until the last I will not shirk PUT ME TO WORK!

I’ll get the weight upon on my back I’ll eat my body weight in thrak I’ll holler by the railway track (and holler loud!) This Plasma-shift i cannot stop Tumescence intra bellytop Merch is flying out the shop. and in the crowd, are many perks...

PUT ME TO WORK!

O master fruit so tried and true O solemn plague-rat kangaroo Something to get my teeth into is all I pray now linear ducks have just arrived the bullshit has metastasized i am intensely exercised O mood display! Let’s go beserk...

PUT ME TO WORK!

PUT ME TO WORK!

SHIT-PIXIE Don’t you feel in the spring the sickening overkill of everything? can’t help it it’s all hard-wired now All these earthly delights Looking as silly as a bag of lights Ah come on now It’s gotta feel real tired now…

Hey Mary! Get Lairy! You’re still off with the fairies But you know what the whizz and the gelignite can do.. Don’t tangle, just jangle Bring on the crimes and the scandals I’m the Shit Pixie - I’m gonna dance for you.

Nothing real will impinge on the fierce exertions of your perma-binge. Working for you? Got it in hand now? But you won’t draw the sting with your classical allusions and your broken wing. I’m gonna draw you a line in the sand now

So shabby! Gabby! Get yourself back to the abbey you can tell the enqiuiry what and when you knew They concluded what you did was totally scuppered and scoobied I’m the Shit Pixie and I’m gonna tell you true

All the gears grind for you but the light still shines on Column 32 It’s an idea (might make it worse now) Nothing glows in the night and you feel sexy as an ammonite all your virtues are a kind of curse now

Ah Mimi! It’s dreamy! if you shut your eyes you can see me I’m a horse of a different colour boiled to glue. Ignore it; just floor it. It’s so shot-away-in-the-war it’s just the Shit Pixie who’s got a thing for you..

Virgin of the Ladder

I really dig your chiaroscuro it gives me something I can misconstrue these sickly martyrs make me feel alright: they give me something I can live up to

I guess this is where the magic happens: an epiphany of stone and light? Blue-collar… of the Madonna to bring in something from the building site.

O my Virgin of the Ladder will you be with me when I start to climb? Gravity I’m overcoming Nothing doing when it comes to Time

in this year without a summer when I lost everything I thought was mine all the pain and the sheeting rain and I’m sorry baby that was the last of the wine

and I know I can change but there’s only so much a ladder will do D’you want an acolyte that is so scared of heights? rung by rung I’m climbing up to you O virgin of the ladder grant me only that I do not fall towards the centre of the earth Ah keep that ladder up against the wall Oh Virgin of the Ladder what a pretty gal you are maybe a slow climbdown into the squalid town Light a candle on the way to the bar

it’s laboured as an image overused as a metaphor  for spiritual ascension (Blake and Jacob did it long before)

but you are Mother of the Word Incarnate but what good are words when you want deeds? - you need practical KIT when you’re deep in the shit and that ladder’s gonna meet my needs O my Virgin of the Ladder will you be with me when I start to climb? Gravity I’m overcoming Nothing doing when it comes to Time

ABDOMEN JONES she will never understand all the tragic flaws of man and has not the slightest sympathy for anyone who can she disdains all protocol (she finds much distainable) still she has nothing in the quiver she’s unable to deliver

Calling Abdomen Jones I love Abdomen Jones and her animus is tidal Paging Abdomen Jones - with her 3 mobile phones - she says: ‘work is the blackmail of survival’

Honey badger isn’t fussed he has transcended disgust ….and it’s known that Jones atones for anything she must Doesn’t claim to be profound never takes the Higher Ground She is fully hypostatic - you should hear her in the attic…

Calling Abdomen Jones Strength to Abdomen Jones! with all her subtle modulations Paging Abdomen Jones with her libido made of chrome she says:  ‘pain is a kind of information’

And in any case she sees she is queen of all the bees (as she has some fun and stuns us with her fluent Javanese). And who tunes the concert grand? who will now conduct the band? Her case is prima facie (takes the Beethoven quite pacy)

Calling Abdomen Jones Lovely Abdomen Jones she makes the sound of steam escaping Paging Abdomen Jones she does just fine on her own says: ‘caresses are a form of scraping..’

LOLLIPOP BOMB

Darling monster, sweety-pie.. my mind is wandering sadly I must walk into the reeds` terribly corroded and the saints have crumbled into sand they will not intercede

And I carress the velvet hand grenade my part   is played and yes- the windows are steamy so no-one can see me

I lick the Lollipop Bomb I lick the Lollipop Bomb

hark the hot valkyries cry   their flaxen hair and crazy eyes they come at last for me honey angel baby lamb I am not what you think I am and i will never be

and I will dally in the sullen glade I’m not afraid of al that I will be streaming at twilight’s last gleaming

I lick the Lollipop Bomb I lick the Lollipop Bomb

tho I was galloping along I read all the portents wrong the Golden Age could never last that long

we are not brave we are not free and yet somehow, remarkably, are able to apall this thinning crowd here in this place the baffled looks upon their faces really says it all

and I will freak out when the time arrives it’s very clear to me that life is a long song and I sang the wrong one

I lick the Lollipop Bomb I lick the Lollipop Bomb

 FILTHY WONDERLAND

Come with me if you will - my imaginary friends - I have a tale to tell of phosphors and vapour. Upon a tiny screen i saw a magic realm though i was overwhelmed   I got it down on paper.

there’s a scenario: a woman and a wasp not everybody’s thing but no doubt it’s someone’s tumescent butterflies are spurting everywhere: to get the full effect you can even become one

there is a land of wonders and a lot are for hire where all pay homage to the glories of the gland. Do it with Dumbo’s mummy if that is your desire there’s nothing you can’t do in Filthy Wonderland

Some legendary beasts preposterously endowed throw down a fairy girl with wings and tiara. The hobbit looking on is visibly aroused   to see these monsters ride the lovely Titania

…and Things with tentacles - that penetrate the bum, A massive squirrel with a fearsome erection the  whole environment inclusive as they come, pushing the envelope of natural selection…

There is a brave new vision that machines have designed (the old pornographers will never understand) such complicated pleasures for the liberal mind this is the way of things in Filthy Wonderland

a rampant unicorn; a goblin in a thong: sexual complexity well beyond triangular little Red Riding Hood encountering the wolf in ways (you have to say) are specifically glandular

Phantasmagoria: the Japanese Depraved My Little Pony is away on a hack there. Some mythic masterplan - the lion fellates the lamb - (I need to think this through before I go back there)

There’s an enchanted garden with a final frontier: a blessed Shangri-La to greet with your left hand. they put the magic in you in a new ecosphere a brave and weird new worldc     in Filthy Wonderland

There is a land of wonders (and a lot you can buy) where all pay homage to the glories of the gland. Make it with all the cast and crew of Family Guy nothing’s denied to you in Filthy Wonderland..

CONSOLATION

Christ, here comes the storm again that lacerates the heart: the savage wind of ‘really nothing doing’. Pray for us the blighted: all the failed in love and art, who question everything they were pursuing. When the black dogs come for you well, what else can you do, but downwardly revise your expectations? Just kiss the sickly little rose and hold her steady as she goes as you light out for those lands of Consolation

All the aching moments when it didn’t go your way (we saw it all and none of it was pretty) Now you hear their voices in the gruesome light of day, with the wheezing, cheap harmonium of self pity. And there’s some sad things known to man - and quite a few are sadder than the sodden Paggliacci’s ruminations - but still you’d have a heart of stone to leave the poor clown on his own with half a bottle left of Consolation.

When you’ve failed to consummate the wedding of the soul or any other union you may yearn for Let the baby demons come and stretch you on the coals There’s nothing else you’d really care to burn for. Well it really isn’t fun and it comes for everyone   it hauls you off despite your protestations. But all the Saints of Legoland; the Poundshop Martyrs hand in hand Will wash you in the seas of Consolation.

Satan in a monster truck Jesus on a bike all these things are sent to test your mettle Half-mast flags in Whitehall or your head upon a spike? Depends on where the dust is when it settles. All the things you struggled for you can check em at the door get ready for a dubious sedation. It’s all designed to reassure: the bingo and the talking cure, as they walk you round the grounds of Consolation

Feel the Need (lyric by Abrim Tilmon - Detroit Emeralds)

See how I’m walking See how I'm talking Notice everything in me Feel the need, oh Feel, feel the need in me

I need you by my side To be my guide Can't you see my arms Are open wide? Feel the need, oh Feel, feel the need in me

Every day, I need every day, I want,  without your sweet Sweet love, I'd rather die

I need it constantly your love takes care of me your love is better To me than apple/cherry pie

Your love is tuff and I can't get enough Girl, your love is So important to me Feel the need, feel the need in me

Just put your hand in mine Love me all the time The proof you will Plainly see, Feel the need, oh Feel, feel the need in me

I need you on the case To keep my heart in place You make me what I need to be Feel the need,  Feel the need in me

I need you by my side To be my guide Can't you see my arms Are open wide? Feel the need, oh Feel it, feel the need in me

#shriekbackmusic #xtc band #britpop #technomusic #electronica

[slytherinspage]

So I guess this is going to be the story of me and my LDR (long distance relationship).

Before the actual story begins I wanna apology for my inability to tell stories, I don’t know why but all my friends seem to be great at telling stories, making them really thrilling and mine sound boring all the time although they weren’t when I was living them?? But anyway, let the story begin.

So it was on April 8th when we first started texting. The app we „met“ if u can say so is called ACEapp. Ironically I didn’t get the app because I was hoping to find my soulmate on there. I was just bored and thought texting some strangers would be a nice way to kill time. I don’t even identify as asexual since I‘m not labeling myself. So I texted pretty much everyone on this app within the first 48h. I had some great conversation but everything seemed not to last for longer than a day. One of the people I texted is now my boyfriend. What I know from what he told me is that he got the app because he felt lonely that night. He got plenty of messages but didn’t respond to any of them except mine. (Which is funny init because my first message was literally „how did u manage to only put one sentence in your bio“. I didn’t even say hi, haha). Plus he told me that he wouldn’t have responded if he wasn’t drinking with his friends and bored because he didn’t wanna talk to anybody who’s not from the UK (because of the distance). (Fun fact: They all shaved their heads that night, aha). So we started talking and I believe after an hour or so we switched to snapchat, which is probably why we continued talking.

It was different with him than with other people because whenever a conversation seemed to be dying we (mostly him at the beginning) just started a new one so we wouldn’t stop talking. He was really sweet from the beginning, sending me messages when I was asleep. I think that’s what made me realize his different and I can’t ever let him go again. The remarkable thing is that he went through a really rough time back then. (I don’t wanna go into detail since I feel like that doesn’t belong on this blog. But he told me more than once that if he haven’t met me, he probably wouldn’t be alive no more). But although he had so much stuff going on, he always stayed kind and caring, trying his best to make me feel like i matter and like everything I have to say matters. That’s probably why and when I started falling in love with him although I probably had no idea back then.

At this point I feel like maybe it would be interesting to have his side of the story as well, how he experienced it. Maybe I‘m going to ask him to write a paragraph himself at some point. But he probably cba to do so, haha.

So I think two weeks in was the first time we called. Drunk. I was too scared to do it sober since I wasn’t confident with my English. (I‘m Swiss and he‘s English). We called drunk for about 3-4 times. (I can‘t remember it exactly). One day I called him sober. Out of nowhere. It was awkward since I was so nervous. But then some days later I called again. For 4h this time. It felt like 20 minutes. And it went so well. I mean texting him was great but calling him was even better. (Edit: We made a deal to call and send a photo at least once a week. But after the first week there was no use for this deal no more). At first it was every few days, then daily. And after like a week we stopped ending calls when we went to bed. We called overnight and on the way to work. He got up earlier only for me. At some point I just switched to video call. Which he wasn’t happy about because he isn’t very confident about his looks. (So am I tbh). But he’s very good looking, believe me guys. Anyway luckily he played along.

I couldn’t remember who said „I love you“ first. Had to ask him. So we think it was me who said „ly“ first but over text early on but more to make him feel loved then to like confess feelings that probably weren’t even there back then. He texted „I love you“ first but when he was drunk and back then I don’t think he meant it like that. He said „I love you“ first on call, on our 3. call we did sober. It doesn’t seem like such a big deal so..you should know that he was very scared of falling in love and being hurt and thats why he didn’t wanna confess to himself he liked me.

So we decided pretty early that we wanna meet up. But it was me having a week of in September and wanting to go on holidays and not me wanting to meet up with him because I thought we could become a couple or something. We wanted to go to Greece. Changed plans later tho. The new plan was I would come and visit him so we could save money. It wasn’t till June tho when I finally booked. My flight was supposed to take off on August 30. I feel like towards the end of June, beginning of July things started to get more serious, the feelings got more serious. In the end of June I ordered him a birthday present. A sweater. He also ordered me one. I got two presents tho because my birthday was after his and he got me one to open earlier so I wouldnt have to wait that long. Mine was a hp themed pillow. I got mad so I ordered him a second one for his birthday. A spiderman funko pop. So I believe up till July he was always reminding me that we’re not together (thank you at this point boo, that wasn’t needed X) but at some point that change and he was asking if he could ask me out if things go well. I said yes but if he wants to make it official on a specific date he should choose a good one like the 1.9.19. (which would have been my third day at his). We also talked about stuff that comes with a relationship like kissing and sex. (On call btw). Because I am very afraid of failing and I‘ve never like kissed anyone or had sex because I have always been so scared. But everything was fine for him. Another reason why he was on the app was because he wanted things to go slowly this time. (Which they didnt really). So he would have been fine with just holding hands and we didnt think we would have sex before like 5 years into the relationship. (No spoilers but oh boy where we wrong, ahahah). So it was July 15, his birthday. I was at work when I realized I got 6 days off before I‘m going to a festival. And his birthday sesh would have been on July 20th and I was lowkey upset that I can’t be there. So I told him about it, told him I could book a flight on the upcoming friday (July 19th). At first he didnt want me to. It was a lot of money. But I booked it anyway. And suddenly I had no time no more to emotionally prepare myself for meeting him. There was no time to think about what could go wrong or what I‘m afraid of because I was at work all week long till I would fly. Also it was a big risk since I‘ve still had the other flight booked for September so if we wouldn’t get along, I would have lost money.

So the day before I flew we called overnight and he wished me a safe flight. I called him again before the take off. The next time I called him was when I was on the train to him in England and he was on the bus to come and pick me up. Everything was normal. Then we ended the call. And I can tell you guys not everything always goes perfectly at first. Our first meeting was horrible. I got off the train and didnt see him. He went up to me and hugged me. I wanted to hug him for longer or go in for a second hug but he turned me down. (Thank you very much boo, again X). He was shaking and talking very fast and high pitched because he was so nervous. Which made me nervous and I didn’t understand anything he was saying and I was so confused because I understood him perfectly on call but just not in person. Later he told me another reason he acted so weirdly was because he thought we were late for the bus. I carried my suitcase because I felt uncomfortable. We were sitting at the bus station, talking about random things I cannot remember. It was weird and awkward. We got on the bus. Stopped talking. He wouldn’t take my hand or anything. I saw my face in a mirror and felt so ugly. I started crying because I thought now he saw me in person, thinks I‘m ugly and doesn’t like my personality and well doesn’t like me no more. And now I have to spend 6 days with him and I still like him and it hurts. He hold my hand when I was crying which made me feel better but as soon as I stopped he let go which made it worse cos I felt like he was only holding my hand because I was crying not because he liked me. So we got off the bus and walked to his. He wanted to carry my suitcase but I wanted to do it myself because I thought he wouldn’t like me and I didn’t wanted him to do it because he feels bad (which is a. a stupid reason and b. stupid cos I got asthma). So after a while he took my suitcase anyway. We got to his and I met his dad briefly. I was very tired so I laid down in his bed. He asked me if he should lay down with me. I said that I don’t care. (Because I still thought he didnt like me). He then said but ob call I asked him to do so and then he laid down. And he asked if he could spoon me. Which got me really confused so I went like „do you still wanna spoon me then?“ And he said like ofc he want to. So we laid down for like 3h and all the awkwardness kinda disappeared. I felt comfortable.

We then had to go because on that day there was a charity event of his family. Which definitely didn‘t gave me anxiety at all. I met his mother, his siblings, aunts, cousins and all his friends. Luckily there was a bar in this building, haha. I can’t remember if we were holding hands or anything. Obviously a lot of people had questions and were wondering if we were together. (I still thought he doesn’t like me and just accepted it). Because it was the 19.07.19 and I said I would also consider that as a date cos there are two 19s in it. But when someone asked (I don’t remember who) I think he asked me if it would be okay for me and then he told them that I am indeed his girlfriend.

The next day we went on a walk in the morning. (He lives by the sea). Almost no one was there besides some people walking there dogs. Felt like nintendogs in real life, aha. He later said it was the most romantic walk he ever had. Later that day there was his birthday bbq at his. I went to bed at some point because I was so tired. Then we went out with his friends. We went to three bars. Up to this point no kissing or anything. Only cuddling at night. He was drunk and I was maybe a little tipsy. He said something along „If there weren’t so many people and you were comfortable I would kiss you right now.“ We went to a club. I felt a bit sick which was why I wanted a glass of water and to sit down. Everyone else was dancing but we were sitting there talking. Unfortunately I can’t remember what his exact words were but I think he asked me if he could kiss me or just go for it. He thought I would turn him down but I kissed him back. Also maybe my hand went down his pants but who knows. We then went home. He stared at me for the whole 30min walk. It was almost scary. I remember telling him I‘m sorry but I can’t do this. By this I mean wanking him off or giving him a bj. (Btw could my post get flagged?? I hope not.) Although I‘ve liked tried it and for a girl that has never kissed someone, never kisses someone with tongue, never touched a dick or had one in her mouth I feel like I‘ve done a pretty good job doing all that in one night, on my second day with him. And I was almost sober so. Anyway at this point I got anxious again. But I took my shirt of (when spooning) and told him but we can do this and took his hand, placed it on my boob. But then I started kissing him again. We didn’t have had sex that night tho. He was too drunk.

The next morning we showered together. (Which was my idea). And from that day on we always showered together. I think that day we went to the cinema with a friend of his. We didn’t do a lot when I was there just because we have a lot of things planned for September, the first two days were very stressful and we wanted to use the time to get to know each other. So that day we had sex and were sober. But apart from that we spent a lot of tim cuddling and watching films. Nothing too exiting but we never got bored because somehow we never get bored when being together and we can talk for hours or just be cuddling. I was so happy being with him, I don’t regret anything and I can’t wait to see him again in 33 days.

So there you have it. The story with the happy ending. Let’s hope the happy ending lasts forever.

#slytherinspage #personal #non hp #LDR #ACEapp

[blobbyclouds]

hiya! could you possibly write scott being asked out by a super shy (m!)reader ?

Yep, you were going to die. Definitely. Your face was an unhealthy shade of red and you hadn’t even started talking to him yet. Your stomach was full of butterflies, your legs felt like jelly, and your palms were disgustingly clammy. You would think after getting these feelings so often you would grow use to it. But of course, you hadn’t, and they seemed to have gotten worse each time.

You took a deep breath. No, you were going to do this, come hell or high water. There was no backing out. It wasn’t going to be like last time when you passed out. Or the time before that when you lost your voice. Or the time before that when you didn’t speak loud enough. The list of your failed attempts went on far longer than you would like to admit. But this time was going to be different. This time you weren’t going to mess up, and you were going to finally ask Scott out to prom.

You shifted nervously from foot to foot as you stole a glance towards the werewolf. He was leaning against a wall and playing on his phone, presumably waiting for a ride. Not that it mattered too much to you. In your situation, the important fact was that he was alone.

You were shy - painfully shy - and just as painfully aware of it. At times, you felt like you were shyness itself personified, with the way you would stumble over words and constantly keep your head down to avoid eye contact. You knew that asking Scott out in front of or even around others would be out of the question for you. So, you had been patient. You would wait until he was alone and then go up to him, picking up a little conversation to the best of your abilities. That part had been simple enough in your past attempts. The next part, the actually asking him out part, was where your repeated complete and utter failures had been.

Well, they weren’t all complete failures, because Scott did catch you in his arms when you fainted which was a pretty nice thing. Silver lining, right?

You shook your head in frustration, clearing the distracting thoughts from your mind. You were stalling and you knew it. You took one more deep breath, and before your mind could continue to distract you any farther, you began to walk towards Scott.

Your eyes were glued to the ground, so you didn’t see how his ears perked up and his tail began to wag as you neared him. He turned to face you and his sunshine like smile that drove you crazy lit up his face. “Hey y/n!” He said with a little wave. You looked up just long enough to give a shaky wave in return, feeling your face flush a deep red. Why did he have to be so cute!? You kept your head down in a vain attempt to hide your blush.  “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, ya know, um, nothing really.” You stammered, awkwardly leaning against the wall for support as your legs seemingly turned to jelly. You were mentally kicking yourself for the way your voice was cracking and sounding unnaturally high. “Just hanging out.”

“Cool, cool.” Scott said. He paused a second before he continued. “Hey, have you decided whether or not you’re going to prom?” He had asked you a few days ago when you had brought the subject up in hopes of asking him to it. Caught on the spot, you had replied with a shrug and a maybe, which you were still beating yourself up for.

“Not quite.” You answered with a sheepish smile. You could feel your chest tightening as that strange sensation of feeling too stiff and too light at the same time began to take over you. “But- okay listen, Scott, there’s something I’ve really been meaning to ask you.” You blurted, speaking so quickly your words almost melted together. Already, it all felt too awkward and rushed, but there was no going back now.

“Yeah?” Scott asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.

For a moment you didn’t reply. Your thoughts were racing and you felt as if you were about to jump off a cliff, a cliff that there was no climbing back up. After you said this there was no going back. You would either get yourself an adorable boyfriend, or make any interaction with Scott more awkward than you already did on your own. You mentally cursed your shyness, wishing it to just disappear long enough for you to ask him out.

“Y/n?” He said your name gently, sweetly, and oh so softly. “Y/n, you’re really pale. Are you-”

“Do you want to go to prom with me?” You blurted, maybe a bit too loudly.

You froze. Scott froze. Time froze. Everything froze. Scott’s silence was killing you, and you weren’t sure if you would still be standing when he finally answered. 

“Are you for real?” Scott asked. Your heart dropped and you could feel tears threatening at your eyes. He thought of you as a joke, didn’t he? Just the shy, bumbling, boy that couldn’t get the idea of Scott out of his head. That’s all you were to him, weren’t you? Though just about to burst with emotion, you managed a small and almost unnoticeable nod. Your whole body was stiff, prepared for the rejection you had been dreading ever since your had first tried asking him out.

“Would it be okay if I picked you up at five?” Scott said after a moment of consideration.

Your heart just about leapt from your chest. “Wait, what?” You whipped your gaze up to finally meet his.

“Oh, does five not work for you? We could always do six if-”

“No, yeah, five works fine.” You gabbled. “But you actually want to go out with me? I thought you would’ve- I just-” You found yourself unable to form any more words, and motioned for Scott to continue.

“Of course I want to go out with you!” Scott smiled, genuinly surprised that you would’ve ever thought otherwise. “You’re a really nice and funny guy and I love hanging out with you and-” His face flushed as he realized he was saying these things aloud and right to your face. He continued with a sheepish smile. “And well, I‘ve been trying to ask you out for ages, but every time I even mentioned prom you suddenly seemed really nervous. I don’t know… I just kind of thought it meant you wouldn’t want to go with me.” He laughed shyly. “Guess I was wrong, huh?”

“Really?” You said, laughing lightly. Your nerves had suddenly melted away, and words were flowing out far easier than they had been a few moments earlier. “I was only acting nervous because I was trying to ask you out!” You laughed at the irony of the whole situation, suddenly feeling quite foolish for being so nervous earlier.

“Are you serious?” Scott chuckled. “And here I was, thinking that I would be going to prom alone.” His face softened, and he opened his mouth to say something - probably a sweet yet genuine line from one of those cheesy romance movies - but the loud blare of a horn cut him off.

“Oh, that’s my ride.” Scott frowned, a note of disappointment in his voice. “See you tomorrow then!” Reluctantly, he made his way towards the car, flashing you one more of those precious smiles of his. Though this time, there was an extra something to it. It was a gentle hint of pure and genuine affection, making your heart swell and your face light up. Yes, asking him out had been one of the most stressful things of your life, but there wasn’t a trace of regret in your mind now.

#monster prom #scott x reader #scott howl/reader #m!reader #monster prom imagines

[roslinadama-sinequanon]

Saying Good-Bye to Yesterday-Chapter 5

Andy reveals his true feelings about Rusty and then he and Sharon are back to work after their holiday vacation. Sharon begins to deal with the ramifications of being on the short list for Assistant Chief, including coming into Winnie Davis's line of fire. Andy struggles with not being cleared for full duty.

You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15321687/chapters/37261535

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13004092/5/Saying-Good-Bye-to-Yesterday

and here:

“Andy, can you help me with this tie?”

“Sure kid.” Andy set his spoon down and rose from the dining room table where he was having breakfast with Sharon.

“I‘ve tried it like 10 times just the way you showed me but I can‘t get it right.” Rusty turned his back allowing Andy to lean over him from behind and direct him in deftly flipping the tie into a perfect knot.

“Remember, wide end on the right, small on the left and you’re only going to move this wide side. Put the wide end over the small end here, and then up into the loop from underneath. “

Rusty shook his head with defeat. “I don’t know how you do it so quickly.”

“Practice. You‘ll get it.” Andy turned him around, straightened the knot then gave him a pat on the shoulder.

Watching them, Sharon warmed at the very natural father and son moment shared between the man she loved and her son. “You look very handsome this morning,” she said to Rusty.

“Yeah, thanks.” He grimaced and tugged at the tie. “I just hate how it feels like it’s choking me.”

“You better get used to it, Andy sat back in his chair. “If you’re going to be a lawyer you’re going to spend a lot of time in a suit and tie.”

“I know.” Rusty sat with them at the table and grabbed the box of Wholegrain Cheerios.

“Are you looking forward to your internship?” Sharon tried to ignore the several spoonfuls of sugar he added to his cereal.

“I am. I’m a little nervous.”

“You’ll be fine. Just listen to Andrea. You’ll learn a lot from her. Do as she says and---”

“And don’t irritate her, I know, I know.”

“I never told you not to irritate her.” Sharon was taken by surprise. “Who told you that?”

“Him.” Rusty pointed at Andy who had just taken a mouth full of oatmeal.

“Andy.” She turned to him with exasperation.

Andy swallowed and shrugged. “What? Come on, I love the kid and all but, he can be…“ He froze with his spoon halfway to his mouth, realizing what he’d just blurted out. “Well, uh, “he fumbled, “he can be, you know…irritating.”

“Said the pot to the kettle. “ Sharon smiled into her coffee mug, amused by his discomfort. It was the first time she‘d ever heard Andy say he loved her son and that sentiment did all kinds of funny things to her insides.

“What does that mean?” Rusty tried to focus on what Sharon was saying but was still trying to process Andy’s comment.

“It means that you are both know-it-alls and that in turn makes you both come off as irritating at times.” Sharon rose to bring her cereal bowl and coffee mug to the sink. While she was rinsing her bowl, she heard her phone go off back at the table.

“Who is it?” She asked Andy.

He took her phone, swiped it and keyed in her password. “It’s Caroline Mitchum.”

“Caroline?” She wiped her wet hands on a dishrag then took the phone from Andy. Caroline had taken over for her as the LAPD’s Women’s Coordinator when she left the PSB to take over Major Crimes. Since the Women’s Coordinator handled sexual harassment issues and hostile work environments the department liked the position filled by someone in Professional Standards. For almost 10 years that had been her. “Yes, hello Caroline.” She wandered off with the phone while Andy and Rusty finished cleaning up.

Andy’s curiosity was piqued and he tried to hear what Sharon was saying to Caroline but Rusty began yammering on about having Gus over for dinner when he got back from his holiday visit with his mother in Las Vegas and he couldn’t hear much of anything. Finally, he cut the kid off mid-sentence. “Yeah, yeah, Gus, dinner, okay, now sshh…” He wagged a hand at him in a ’keep it down gesture and walked to the edge of the kitchen hoping to catch some of the conversation, but Sharon was too damn soft-spoken.,

“You know it’s rude to eavesdrop, right?”

Andy rolled his eyes and smirked. “Like I said, irritating.”

Finally, Sharon clicked off on the call and before she could even set her phone down Andy asked, “What did Caroline want?”

Sharon sighed. “To talk to me about the Assistant Chief position.”

“I had a feeling. I told you that you should go for it.”

“Andy, we’ve discussed this. I’m happy where I am.”

“I know you are. But you’d be really good.”

Sharon grabbed her coat, her stomach knotting. She’d tried to put her worries about the vacated position aside while on their Christmas holiday, but now it was right there, front and center. She wasn’t going to be able to avoid it for much longer. Chief Pope had said he would begin the promotion process and interviews after the New Year. She knew she was on the shortlist, and that there were others on the short list who might do her division harm if they got the job.

“Karma really is a bitch, I guess,” she reflected.

“Why do you say that?” Andy took his coat from her and scooped the car keys out of the bowl where they kept them.

“After Chief Delk died, as the Woman’s Coordinator I went to Brenda and tried to push her into interviewing for the position. She said she didn’t want it, that she was happy where she was. I didn’t give that answer much credence. I thought she was crazy not to go for it. Now I understand why she didn’t.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I love the work that I am doing, it’s challenging and fulfilling in ways that my work in FID wasn’t. And I love the people I work with. If Brenda felt even a small percentage of what I feel, I get it now. But what I saw then was a woman reluctant to grab her power, a woman who didn’t want to step on the toes of the man she’d had an affair with and who was now also up for the same position. And that is just one of the many reasons I don’t think Pope will give me the job.”

“Because you convinced Brenda to go for it?”

“Not just convinced her to go for it, actively supported her for the job over him… and he knows it.”

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There would be no easing back into work after an almost two-week absence. Sharon had barely gotten started looking at her budget when she got the call that a body had been found. With most of her team off at active shooter training and Andy at the doctors trying to get re-instated for full duty, it was up to her to head to the crime scene. She’d just pulled up beside the three black and whites and the medical examiner's cars when her phone started going off. Swiping the screen, she saw the text was from Fritz who had returned early from DC.

“Provenza cheated. Major Crimes failed training. Davis on the warpath. Will need to redo the training after the written exam.”

“Shit.” She cursed under her breath. Frigging Provenza. She should have known he’d pull a stunt like this. He hadn’t taken the training seriously. He never did. All morning he’d been griping about it, trying to find ways he wouldn’t have to attend. After 40 years on the job, he liked to think he knew everything there was to know about police work and without Andy there to take the tactical lead and keep him at least semi in line, what happened was almost inevitable. Still, she really wasn’t looking forward to having Deputy Chief Winnie Davis breathing down her neck. It was no secret that as the Deputy Chief second in command to former Assistant Chief Russell Taylor; Winnie had expected the Assistant Chief position to be hers by default after he was killed in the courtroom shootout. When Fritz was directed to fill the interim position, she made no secret of her displeasure. Sharon also knew that her own name, along with several others, was being floated about as a possible replacement, putting her right in the line of fire. So far, she’d been able to avoid Winnie’s hostility, but considering that trainings fell under the unpleasant woman’s jurisdiction and one of Sharon’s team had just metaphorically spit in her face, she was sure she was going to hear about it.

It was while she was in the crime tent examining the dead body of a young woman curled up in rigor in the fetal position, that she was interrupted by the arrival of her team.

“Ah, good morning, Captain.” Provenza breezed into the tent as if all was right with the world. “Sorry we're late. But, overall, I'd say that the training went off without a hitch. “

Sharon stood and faced him with a look that told him she already knew everything and wasn’t pleased. “Acting Assistant Chief Howard already texted me, Lieutenant.”

“Yeah, but if you don't count that very last moment…”

“I'm unofficially reprimanding you for failing to comply with the rules.”

Given his Captain’s near obsession with following the rules, the slap on the wrist was a best-case scenario for him and he took it as such. Rather than argue his point, which would get him nowhere and only piss her off even more, he kept his mouth shut. While she questioned Buzz, his eyes moved to her left hand, surprised to see the ring finger bare.

Damn. That meant he owed Tao five bucks.

Given the way Andy was acting before they left for their holiday ski trip, nervous, giddy, grinning like an idiot in love, a side of Flynn he’d never seen until he fell in love with their Captain, he’d thought for sure that he was ready to pop the question. So, there could only be two reasons her finger was still bare. Either Flynn hadn’t been able to grab his balls and just do it or…Oh God, maybe the Captain had said “no”.

Funny how that speculation caused his heart to plummet. Not very long ago he’d thought Flynn hooking up with the Captain was about the worse idea his friend had ever had, and Flynn had a history of bad ideas. Okay, well, maybe he was the one with the bad ideas and Flynn usually went along for the ride, but still, he’d thought Andy was nuts. Yeah, the Captain was gorgeous, had legs that wouldn‘t quit and a surprisingly warm, nurturing heart. He got why Flynn was attracted to her. But getting involved with her romantically was another thing altogether. It felt impetuous, ill thought out and based on an infatuation, all motivations characteristic of Andy Flynn. More importantly, it had the makings of a disaster, possibly destroying everything they’d built in the Major Crimes division. Of course, he’d been wrong about all that. Very wrong, even if he had yet to admit it to anyone but himself.

As it turned out, Flynn was good for Sharon. He softened her hard edges, made her smile and loosened her up. She laughed more when he was around and displayed an easy affection that at one time would have seemed astonishing. Some women were natural flirts, teasing men 18 to 80 whether they were interested in them or not. Sharon Raydor was not that kind of woman. She didn’t flirt with men to butter them up or get what she wanted. In fact, he had never seen her flirt with any man except Andy, not even her ex-husband.

And Sharon was good for Flynn. She’d been able to work her way under his abrasive, cynical armor to find the lonely, unhappy man inside, changing his life in a 180 that was nothing short of incredible. Her calm disposition and serenity seemed to settle his intense, volatile nature. Anyone who knew Andy 10 years ago would barely recognize the man he was today, kinder, happier and finally at peace. Sure, he could still be an ass at times, but Sharon softened him in much the same way he softened her. Over the years he’d watched the guy go from woman to woman, never emotionally involved, never finding what he needed. Maybe because, as it turned out, what he needed was the woman he had once referred to as the “ice queen of FID”. Sure, he supposed the same could be said for him, at least until he’d found his darling Patrice, but at least he’d been caught six times. Six times down the aisle. He winced. Maybe Andy was right. Maybe he was the impetuous one, rushing from one marriage to another. Flynn had never even come close to walking down the aisle again, at least not until now. Maybe that’s why seeing the guy fall so hard for their very self-contained boss had been so shocking…and scary. He’d never seen Flynn crash, and given his history with the bottle, he never wanted to. If the Captain had turned down his proposal…Well hell….He could only hope that isn’t what happened.

****

Sharon was slipping the surgical booties over her Jimmy Choo heels when Andy arrived to join her and Julio at the morgue. He didn’t say anything, just grabbed his scrubs and started putting them on. That wasn’t a good sign. If he’d gotten the all clear, she knew he’d be talking her ear off.

“Well?” She finally asked. Andy scowled. “I take it the news isn’t good.” She rested a sympathetic hand on his arm.

“He still won’t sign off on me returning to full duty. I told him that I barely have any numbness now at all, that it comes and goes, but until it’s completely gone, he won’t sign off. “

“Andy, there’s a good reason for that,” she opened the door to the exam room and he followed her in. “You can’t be handling a firearm if your hand goes numb, you‘ll be a danger to yourself and to others.”

His sigh told her that he knew she was right but it also spoke of a world of disappointment.

“She wasn't raped,” Dr. Morales said. “I broke her legs out of rigor. There were no signs of sexual assault, which will have to be our silver lining because the story only gets more brutal. At first, I noticed bruising on your victim's neck and petechia.”

“Kendall says she was strangled?” Andy looked up from the file he was reading.

“But it's worse than that. Kendall didn't have the benefit of seeing an x-ray. Unfortunately, I do. Dislocation of her C2 vertebrae. Severed her spinal cord. So the killer was very strong. Or very angry. Maybe both. The pain would've been unbearable. And there are these weird post-mortem indentations on her arm. See these marks running across it?

“From something she was lying on? “ Sharon asked.

“I wish I could be more certain, but without knowing where she was murdered... this dress... Hmm.”

Julio’s cell phone went off. “Ma'am, text from Sykes. No Missing person report with us for someone matching the vic’s description.”

Morales interrupted, “You know what? Stay here.” As soon as the door shut, Andy turned to Sharon.

“Hey, you know my buddy in Operations? You remember Clint?”

“Mm-hmm.” Sharon tried to remain focused on the case, but the minute Andy mentioned Operations she knew where he was going.

“He says that Winnie Davis is up in arms about the way Provenza left training, claiming he cheated. “

Sharon glanced up at Julio and he tipped his hand back and forth in a gesture indicating, maybe a little bit.

“Well, it wouldn't have happened had I been there.”

“Light duty only till the doctor says otherwise.” Though he said nothing, she could feel his frustration and made a note to keep him as involved intellectually and strategically in the case as possible.

“Anyway, Davis could use this cheating business as a way to push you out of the running for Assistant Chief.”

“Let her. How many times do I have to say it? I'm happy where I am.”

Andy looked to Julio for back up and Julio jumped in. “You would be good at the job, though, ma'am. Deputy Chief Davis? Who knows how she feels about us. “

“Well, I think Chief Howard... “

“Will always be former FBI. The department will never accept him as Assistant Chief on a permanent basis.” Andy paused, remembering their breakfast conversation regarding know-it-alls and tendencies to irritate, adding, “Uh, my opinion.”

Morales re-entered the room. “I knew it. There was a call earlier asking if we'd found a woman named Allie King, age 26, and the description of her clothes match down to the blue-on-blue pattern of this dress.“

“Was it a call from Missing Persons?”

“No. Private investigator. Said he was representing Ms. King's boyfriend, whose name I don't have. But the PI's name was Clark Farman.”

“I found Allie King's Facebook page. Profile pic matches, but her page is private.

“Clark Farman. Well, I wonder if he'd sit down with us for a minute.”

*********************************

“Hey, guys.”

Everyone came to attention when Rusty entered the room in a suit and tie.

“Who died?” Provenza asked.

“It's my first day interning at the D.A.'s office, and Andrea sent me over to get video from your murder. “

“How's it going so far? “ Sharon asked.

“It's fine, fine. But the, uh, the servers are down, so I'm running around picking up stuff... documents, briefs, crime scene videos, and, um, coffee. Mom, do you have a second?”

“Mm-hmm“

Provenza shook his head. “First you want to be a journalist, now a lawyer. Where did I go wrong?”

Rusty grinned at the older man’s mocking dismay. “I’m irredeemable, Lieutenant.” He moved in close to his mother, speaking softly for privacy. “Um, okay, so I just got this really weird text from Gus this morning from Vegas. Um... "Visit with Mom okay. Been thinking when I'm back we should sit down and discuss the future."

“Did you call him?”

“Yeah, of course I did. “ He knew by now it was the first thing she would suggest doing. She was always telling him that important things should be discussed in person, that it was too hard to gauge tone and intent in texts and emails. “But he said that... that he... he couldn't talk and that what he had to say needed to be done face to face.”

“Are you two having problems lately?”

“N-No. I mean, I've... I've been watching myself for things, like, unconscious selfishness... and... And not paying attention and not wasting other people's time and... “

“Gus may have something good to say, Rusty. Try not to worry so much. ” Though she understood why he always thought the worse, given the life he’d led prior to moving in with her, she hoped one day he’d be able to expect the best.

Buzz returned and approached them. “Here, Rusty, this has all the video from where the body was found and part of an interview with the P.I. who claimed to be searching for the victim.”

“Thank you.”

**********************

Sharon was in the middle of watching the interview with Jeffrey Day, the very wealthy, very angry ex-boyfriend of their victim Allie King when Andy poked his head in.

“Uh, Sharon. Deputy Chief Winnie Davis is here.”

“Now? I'm watching an important interview. Tell her I'll be out in a second.”

Winnie stepped right into the open doorway clearly not appreciating the dismissive impatience in Sharon’s tone. “It can’t wait. If you could please join me.” Though she used the word please, it was a firm order.

Sharon tried to contain her irritation. “Grab me if something happens,” she said to Andy as she passed by him to follow Davis.

Provenza watched carefully for the door to close before turning to Buzz. “Headphones Buzz. Headphones. I mean, how do you expect us to hear them?”

Buzz rolled his eyes and put the headphones on while Provenza moved closer to the door trying to hear what Davis was saying to Sharon.”

“I expected more from you, Captain,” Winnie said sternly.

“More what?”

“An e-mail, a text, anything to explain your division's disrespect for training on the biggest safety issue we face as a department.”

“Did you not hear about the young woman that we found strangled to death? “ Seriously, where were the woman’s priorities?

“You could've kicked that case up to Hollywood.”

“And violate LAPD policy. Why?”

“Because when our most overly resourced division blows off training, it sends a message across the rank and file.”

“Overly resourced?” There it was. Winnie Davis did have it in for Major Crimes.

“And Lieutenant Provenza's dismissive attitude set a poor example. “

“For which he has been harshly reprimanded.” Okay, so maybe that was laying it on a little thick, but Winnie didn’t have to know that.

Winnie noticed Provenza in the window eavesdropping. “Do you mind if we step over here?” She moved Sharon further away from her team.

Watching them move away from the door Wes asked Andy, “So who's that?”

“That is Deputy Chief of Operations Winnie Davis. And she's here because you guys cheated during training. “That still gnawed at him. How the hell could he have Sharon’s back if he wasn’t even going to be allowed out in the field? Not that he would make that complaint to Sharon. His very independent fiancée had once told him, under no uncertain terms, that she had been looking out for her own best interests at work for a very long time and she didn’t need him for that. Well, maybe she didn’t, but it wasn’t going to stop him. He was always going to have her back, whether she liked it or not.

“No, we didn't cheat,” Julio said. “The lieutenant sacrificed himself for others.”

“As is my nature. All right, get rid of the headphones. We need to go back to work.”

Winnie crossed her arms with a glare. “Why are you publicly challenging my authority?”

Sharon was flabbergasted; the woman was deliberately trying to pick a fight with her. “I didn't... Look it up. A murder victim found on public property is de facto a major crime. “

“Which I hope you can solve by tomorrow when I expect your division to at least take the written tests. And while you're at it, why don't you schedule a new training session.”

“Uh, Captain. Interview's getting good.” Andy stood in the doorway looking at the two women.

“I'll be right there. “ She waited until Andy had gone back in the room, inhaled to keep her annoyance in check, then turned back to Winnie in her most conciliatory, respectful manner. “We'll do everything we can, Chief. Should I expect to be seeing more of you while these promotion issues get sorted? “

“I think I made my point. Go ahead. Your boyfriend's calling you.”

Stunned, Sharon pivoted on her heels with a glare. What the hell was that all about? A fresh swell of anger rushed through her veins and she rubbed at the headache building in her temples.

“Ah. Pleasant conversation?” Provenza tried to smooth out the situation when she re-entered the room, but he did feel bad for having caused her problems with Davis. He probably should have just sucked it up and done the training properly.

“It was bound to happen. “ As pissed as she was, Sharon tried to brush it off. It wouldn’t do to get her whole team worked up. She‘d never liked the idea of pitting divisions against each other. Ultimately, they were all one team whose job it was to protect the citizens of Los Angeles. When people lost sight of that, when it became personal, that‘s when the trouble started and God knows she‘d seen enough of that over at the PSB. “She's been desperate to complain about me for months.”

And evidently, she wasn’t done. After rarely seeing or hearing from Davis she was suddenly everywhere, monitoring every move Sharon was making, First thing the next morning she was summoned down to Fritz‘s office to meet with him and Davis over a request she had made late the previous night. The team had been following a suspect and when that suspect was pulled over by a local black and white, she had requested that the officer let him go so they could continue to follow him. When the officer said it was a “no-go” that the guy was drunk, blasted, and could end up killing someone, it was the end of the story for Sharon. But not for Winnie. Now they both stood in front of Fritz’s desk, one accusatory, one defensive.

“You tried to bully an officer into actions that could've made her liable for a crime.”

“Bully?” The sheer gall of this woman was appalling. “I made a request. We had reason to believe our suspect was heading to a location of interest for... “

“He was driving drunk,” Winnie interrupted. “And Officer Ahern felt... “

“We did not know he was drunk when I made the request. Everything I've done is by the book. If you would like to have Professional Standards look into it... “

“Wow! Offer to be interviewed by your old friends over at PSB? How brave.” The outrageous, over the top condescension Winnie was displaying was enough to cause Fritz to call an end to what he considered a ridiculous waste of his time.

“Okay, I don't know about brave,” he said. “But an Internal Affairs investigation is completely unwarranted. Major Crimes was set up outside the suspect's house. How could they know he was drunk?

“But he's sober now, and the sooner I can talk with him, the better.”

Fritz nodded, giving Sharon permission to leave.

“Thank you.”

Once Sharon was gone, Fritz regarded the severe-looking angry woman standing before him. “If you really want to replace me, Winnie, you're going about this the worst way possible. “ Accusing Sharon Raydor of all people of not following the rules made her look petty at best, foolish at worst. And making enemies of everyone else up for the position she wanted was not going to earn her any points.

“Thanks for your advice, sir. But in the absence of firm leadership, I have a duty to prevent this department from breaking up into self-interested factions. Anything else you want me to know?” Her disdain for him was palpable, making it quite apparent that Sharon Raydor was not the only person in her line of fire.

****

Andy glanced up from his computer when he saw Sharon returning from Fritz’s office. He could tell she was pissed by how fast she was walking and the hard click of her high heels on the floor. He followed her into her office, watching her slam a folder down on her desk. Oh yeah, she was pissed. She didn’t show her anger often, but when she did, well, watch out.

“What did that bitch want this time?”

“Andy! “ Her eyes snapped to the door to make sure no one heard him. “Shut the door.”

He did so and then approached her desk. “So?”

“She accused me of bullying that officer last night, trying to force her into letting a drunk driver back out on the road.”

“That’s bullshit, Sharon!” he exploded. “The minute she said he was too drunk to be let back on the road you dropped it.”

“That’s what I said. I offered to bring the case to Internal Affairs.”

“Are you kidding? They’re not, are they?”

“No. Fritz made her stand down.”

“Damn. What the hell is she after?”

“A promotion... and maybe my job.”

Given Winnie’s belligerence, it was becoming more and more apparent that if she received the promotion to Assistant Chief, it might very well be the end of Major Crimes.

TBC

#sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #Major Crimes #saying good-bye to yesterday

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Pensieve post

Because it’s a way to practice informing people about my life rather than not say anything for week and then ask people for news when I’m not feeling well (which is probably better than barge in demanding emotional support but still probably not as healthy as it get). Plus, if nothing else, it helps me sorting through the stuff I’ve been dealing with recently which is a goo thing to do in conjunction with therapy. Today’s update is mostly going to focus on the crushing situation because that’s what I’ve had on my mind for most of the week and easier to deal with than the whole family situation (1) so….follow the cut to read about my life, I guess.

So, remember on October 1st, how I rode in on the high of coming out on Facebook and feeling like a functional adult (ish), and said I was thinking of maybe asking my crush out? Well it may come as no surprise to you that I then proceeded to Not Do That. And you know, perhaps my friend Julie had a point when she said I didn’t do things by half (and perhaps I had a point when I worried it might be a little too much to undertake in one go) because not only did I Not Do That, I proceeded to sink in a long week of stress, anxiety, and depressed thinking. Because why not.

Context: when I made both these decisions on October 1st, my workplace had just finished four days of big examinations in which I had to overview exam preps and be a jury in oral examinations (which, fyi, is super tiring) and capped it off with an end-of-the-week meal with coworkers and the new boss (2). So, pretty intense week, coming on the heel of a holiday weekend with Julie, Julie’s fiance and the Crush...which I’m only now realizing might have been a little too much excitement in one go because, like I said, the next week kind of went off the rails a little.

I’m gonna spare you guys the exact rundown of things I gave my therapist because that was two thousands of words long and I don’t feel like going back through it. Suffices to say I felt tired, stressed out and kinda miserable all week, with a combo flavor of ‘can I even do something right’ and ‘maybe people secretly hate me and maybe the Crush specifically grew tired of me and wishes I were out of his life because if not then why does it feel like he’s putting a distance between us that wasn’t there before?’. Which, now that I write it down, I’m wondering if I wasn’t projecting a little there.

I mean, it would make sense. I was feeling miserable and un-viewable (3) which I dealt with by not talking to/looking at people when I could avoid it, keeping myself absorbed with my computer to avoid seeing...I don’t know, confirmation that people who have previously expressed that they liked my company (explicitly so and in written form, in the case of the Crush, no less) suddenly found me pitiable at best and contemptible at worst. Which I do realize is not rational but somehow didn’t at the time (4) and still have trouble believing it now (emotionally speaking).

After that uh...interesting week, let’s call it, came Pchum Ben. It’s one of the major holidays observed in Cambodia and like a lot of major religious holidays around the world it entails people going back to their families to celebrate and spend time together. What that means, when you live in Phnom Penh and don’t go away during the holidays, is that you suddenly find yourself living in a literal ghost town. 95% of businesses close down, people leave, etc. It’s actually pretty cool and impressive, really.

Except, if you’re like me (aka: doesn’t generally travel on your own for reasons unknown and spent too much money the previous month) that means you went out of your flat exactly twice in the last five days. Which, I fully agree, is not ideal at all but that didn’t prevent me from doing it (5)...and so, what that means in practice, is that I had five full days of nothing to do but alternated between worrying about the Crush and then find ways to trick myself into thinking I was not worrying/obsessing/go into catastrophe-thinking about the Crush! Yay! :D

Not Yay. (6)

Because the end result of all this obsessing-but-pretending-I’m-not-but-kinda-obsessing-anyway is that I shot my sleeping pattern to the ground (again), stressed out for nothing, didn’t see direct sunlight for a while, and slept badly enough last night that I woke up twice and got maybe seven hours of sleep.

On the plus side, it did give me time to talk about all this with my therapist, which is always good if only because it allows me to get some things out of my head (I swear sometimes it feels like this whole online therapy deal is the closest thing the real world has to a pensieve) and also get my mind blown. Why you ask? Because in the middle of all my catastrophic thinking and imagining the worst, my therapist pointed out that I completely failed to consider to possibility that the Crush might be interested in going out with me and seemed emotionally distant because I wasn’t making a move.

Which.

You know.

Somehow I haven’t considered that at all.

So basically my brains exploded a bit, but in a good way. It actually boosted me enough to try and actually send a message to the Crush, not to ask him out (I wasn’t there yet) but to apologize if I’d made it feel like I wasn’t interested in spending time with him last week. I mean, I know it most likely did but the goal was just to get the conversation going. He didn’t answer, which was actually not surprising because, again, major holiday time so it’s not like I wasn’t prepared for it. Did that help me not stress out/panic about the lack of answer? Not as much as I would have liked, but a little.

Of course, stressing out about that meant the prospect about seeing him today was enough to stress me into a terrible night last night but at this point I figure it could have been worse (as in, I could have not slept at all), and I’m still not done picturing the worst-case scenarios (hence, also, the need to write this post so I could stop obsessing about things). But I do feel...a little better now.

Funny how spending two hours and a half trying to type out a coherent summary of a situation calms you (or me, at least) down. It’s actually kind of why I miss writing, even if I somehow can’t get into it these days: stories are a great way to dig into how things feel and why, and that’s a pretty nice mean of catharsis.

Anyway, the good point of this little exercise is, I started writing this post feeling like I was five minutes away from tears and now I’m just exhausted (early bedtime tonight, yep) but actually more balanced, so that’s cool and maybe something I should do a little more often.

(I mean, I know I said a few weeks (months?) ago that I was glad I made less feels-vomit posts (pensieve posts? I might start calling them pensieve posts) but also that translated into me restraining myself from making one when I felt the urge and that turned out to maybe not be as unilaterally good as I thought it was. So. I guess I need to try and find a balance there.

Also, since I’m going into the good points of making this post now: I’m trying a new policy in the way I talk about my issues where if I know a word or phrasing would make me angry in someone else’s mouth, I won’t use it to talk about my feelings. I think it’s going to be a tough one, but if nothing else it can’t hurt, and considering that was a problem I had with a previous therapist, I hope it’ll be helpful.

Anyway, congrats if you’ve read up until now. If there was a point to this post I‘ve sort of lost it now, but I feel better now than I did at the beginning of writing it, and I have a less negative name for that kind of posts than ‘word vomit’ so, again, let’s count it as a win.

I mean, let’s all be honest here, if I want to delve into that particular problem I’m better off making a separate post for it, anyway.

Said dinner included fun gems like being seated in front of a colleague who, I’m pretty sure, dislikes me (which I tend to not do too well with), coming out as trans to the new boss, and drinking more alcohol than I should have. I mean, it went well overall, but I remember leaving the restaurant with a distinct nope feeling so in retrospect it’s completely possible that my bad week started there. I might need to try and come up with preventative measures against that kind of things in the future.

You know, that moment where you feel like a dumpster fire and wish people could avoid looking at you while you burn in shame, because you’re afraid they can’t have anything but contempt for you after witnessing that? Yeah. That, but for a week.

Side note: why is it that we can know the thinking pattern of doom our brains use, and still fall for it? I want a refund.

There are many reasons why I didn’t leave the house these past few days but I’d say the main two would be that all my friends were out of town, so what’s the point (not a dig against them at all, I just don’t tend to go out on my own) and I didn’t have an adequate means of transportation available because most of the rickshaw drivers and moto taxis were also out of town.

Okay if I really want to go in detail I do have to mention Julie and I spent the afternoon together yesterday and that helped a lot, even if I still obsessed.

#My Posts #Matt has a life #Matt has a crush #Shit from home #Pensieve post