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tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016 · 3 years

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Pulse (Yandere! Connor x Female Reader.) (Chapter Four.)

Authors Notes- Aaaaand here we are with the fourth chapter of Pulse. And this is where things get a bit more interesting, as our poor, sweet reader finds out just what’s going on. And boy, let me tell you know she won’t be happy. And as you know I let to mention anything that some people might find triggering in the Authors Notes. So this chapter will feature Kidnapping, choking, non-con Touching, non-con kissing and Connor just being a general creep. If none of this is your cup of tea then this is where we part ways, but I’ll remember our time fondly. Now that we got that out of the way here is chapter 4. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter Four: Finally Mine.

Something was wrong. You mused, it had been three days and you hadn’t seen hide nor hair from Gavin, in fact it seemed no one did. And now you were getting worried, you knew Gavin had a tendency of being a flake when it came to work, but usually you could get a hold of him. Glancing at your phone for what must’ve been the fifth time in an hour you couldn’t help but worry. Something was definitely wrong. Despite what people like Hank and Chris told you, that he was at home nursing a hangover and just in general being a lazy ass. But that didn’t help you especially when Chris mentioned that it was odd for him not to show up three days in a row.

Maybe you would stop by his apartment after work.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” A voice spoke up. Tearing you from your thoughts, looking up you saw Connor looking down at you, a concerned look on his face.

Forcing a smile to your face you nodded. “Yeah, just lost in thought.” You assured him. Speaking of odd lately Connor seemed... cheerful. Like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders.

He no longer seemed so lost in thought, it seemed like he was back to his usual, friendly self. Gnawing at your bottom lip you looked up at him. “Say Connor... have you heard from Gavin lately?” you knew it was a long shot considering the relationship between Connor and Gavin was pretty non-existent. But it was worth a shot.

“No....” Connor said, coolly. “I haven’t, then again me and Gavin aren’t really friends. So I’d be the very last person who would know where he scurried off to. Have you talked to Chris or Tina?” he suggested. “They would technically be his friends here so...”

You furrowed your brow as you looked at Connor. Then nodded, muttering a thanks you did just that.

Connor frowned as he watched you walk off, his LED flashing red for the briefest second before returning to the normal serene blue. You still thought about Gavin. Always about Gavin, anger swelled in Connor’s chest as he watched you disappear into the breakroom to talk with Gavin’s friends. Gavin was gone, gone from his life and away from you. But no matter, Connor thought darkly, a cruel smile on his face as he turned away from you. You were going to be his soon enough anyway.

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“Sorry, Y/N I haven’t heard from him in a while.” Chris told you, as he took a sip of his coffee, before looking to Tina, who also shook her head, shrugging her shoulders as well.

That was odd. Where could he be?

Brow furrowed you looked around the office. A thought beginning to form in your head. Maybe you would stop by his apartment after work, maybe he was sick? Or hungover? Both possible ideas this was Gavin after all. Nodding to yourself you moved back towards your desk. However before you could dwell on that thought once more your radio crackled to life sighing you pushed away from your desk, you had a busy day ahead of you. And little did you know how bad things would get as the day went on...

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A few hours later you had received a call on the radio... and God you wished you hadn’t as you drove down the darkened alleyway until you saw the all too familiar flashing lights of various other patrol cars. Silence permeated the area as you stepped out and were greeted by a grim faced Chris Miller.

“Y/N.” Chris sighed, stopping you from going any further. Dread forming in the pit of your gut, something was wrong. “You shouldn’t have to see this...” he said.

Your brow furrowed at you looked to him then at the apartment, that feeling of dread intensifying. No, it couldn’t be, could it? Not wanting to utter another word you pushed past Chris and to where Hank and Connor were standing. Your eyes immediately going to where they were looking, a strangled cry escaping your lips as Gavin’s lifeless body stared back at you.

What had happened to him? Tears welled in your eyes as you moved towards the body of your friend, whimpering you reached out to him, only to have Connor stop you.

“Y/N.” Connor whispered, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder as he guided you away from the scene. Cops swarmed the place, as one would expect they would when one of their own was killed. “I know you will want to help, but you’re too close. It’s best if you go home for the night, Hank and I got this.”

Swallowing you nodded, a sigh escaping your lips as Connor ran his hand down your back, before guiding you towards your car. “Go home, I’ll talk to you later.” He said as the first few tears spilled down your cheeks.

Swiping a hand under your nose you forced yourself to drive away from the heart-breaking scene as Connor watched you go. A dark look on his face as he turned away from you, his eyes scanning the stinking body of Gavin as he fought hard to keep the smile from his face as he did so.

Gavin didn’t look so hot now, did he? Flies buzzed around the body as cops worked to remove the garbage bags from him as Hank moved closer, a rag over his mouth and nose.

“Who the hell did you piss off, Reed?” Hank muttered, as Connor watched from the sidelines. Boy, what would Hank think if he knew it was the android he shared his house with that was the very one to end the Detective’s life? Shaking that thought from his head Connor forced himself into work mode, eyes scanning for invisible evidence he knew wasn’t there, all while coming up with a perfect place to get his hands on you.

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Two weeks had past since Gavin’s death and still you remained in your bed. After all, the man you might have had feelings for had just been killed, and the police were no closer to finding out who did it. As for you? You found yourself unable to bring yourself to set on foot into the precinct, whenever you did images of Gavin flashed through your mind as you would be a mess. So, now here you were on leave, laying in your bed in the same clothes you wore for countless days now, but what did it matter? Gavin was gone.

And now here you were, alone. Sure, your friends tried to get you out of your funk from Chris, to Tina, then finally to Connor, who seemed to come by more often the most. Even if he couldn’t get you to open up he still remained after everyone went home he would sit by your side, holding your hand as you wept you knew he was just trying to be kind but all you wanted was him to just leave you alone.

Unfortunately for you, today was not one of those days as you heard a knock on your door. He was back. Dull anger filled your chest as you forced yourself to get up, kicking a pair of dirty sweatpants out of the way as you made your way to the door as Connor knocked again.

“God,” you snarled, raising your voice so you hoped he would hear you and just take a fucking hint and leave you alone.” Can’t you just go away?!”

Silence greeted you as you asked that. Letting out a frustrated sigh you flung the door open, and scowled as Connor greeted you. “Did you not hear me? Go away!” You hissed, you just wanted to be left alone.

However before you could so much as slam the door shut Connor forced the door open, and forced his way in much to your surprise.

“Connor?” you asked, something was wrong, something the way Connor was acting was making your skin crawl.

“You know I tried you know.” Connor said, without addressing you as he moved around your apartment. You following closely behind him. “I tried to ignore the fact that you might be attracted to Reed.”

Where was he going with this? You wondered, eyes glued to the android, hands hands clasped behind his back as he kept his back to you. Before finally turning towards you. “But I couldn’t I tried but I just couldn’t let you go.”

Dread formed in the pit of your stomach as you listened to this. Connor... he couldn’t have, could he? Swallowing thickly as you took a few steps back from him, only to have him follow after you. Until you found your back pressed against the wall as he closed in, a crazed looked in his eyes.

“I couldn’t just sit by as the bastard took what was mine.” Connor continued.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” You managed to choke out, eyes fixed on the crazed look in Connor’s eyes as he grabbed a hold of your chin, pulling you close, his fingers carding through your hair, as you pressed your hands against his chest, trying to pull him off, but Connor was far stronger than you.

“I’m not yours, I’ll never be yours!” You shouted, as you continued to struggle to push him off of you. Crying out slightly as Connor’s grip on you tightened.

“Oh, but that is where you’re wrong.” Connor whispered, grabbing ahold of your face once more, forcing you to look up at him, those dark brown eyes of his seeming to bore into your own before sliding closed. Disgust formed in your stomach as Connor pressed his lips to yours, only to jerk back as you bit down on his bottom lip.

Dabbing at his lip anger shone in his eyes as he saw his fingers come away blue. You had some fight in you, did you? Good, Connor thought as he looked down at you, seeing the defiance shining in your eyes as you continued to fight to get free of him. Good, as much as he loved you breaking you would bring him joy. After all, you hurt him more than once when you went after Gavin, so it was only fair...

Saying nothing Connor wrapped his hand around your neck, relishing the way it felt as he began to squeeze. Seeing your eyes bulge out of your skull as you fought to pry his hand off of you, your face turning red.

“Stop fighting.” He scolded, hissing slightly as your nails dug into his skin, drawing blood. “You’ll only make things harder for you as time goes on.”

Finally after what seemed like forever your struggles ceased as Connor gently placed you on the ground, doing a quick scan to see that you were still alive before straightening, unable to keep the grin from his lips as he looked down at you. Finally, after so long you were finally his, and now that he had you he was never letting you go....

#Chapter 4 of 6 #DBH #yandere! connor #Female Reader #Connor finally gets his grubby little hands on Reader finally #She's not thrilled though #Tw Kidnapping #Tw Choking #Tw Non-con kissing #Tw Non-con touching #Sorry it seemed to jump around a ;little bit #and sorry for that weak-ass ending there

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fandom-necromancer · 3 years

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‘You come here often?’ ‘Well I work here.’ Part 4

This was prompted by the lovely AO3 user LoafofCat! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 [Read complete on AO3]

‘You know, if you just wanted to see me, there would be easier ways.’ ‘Bold of you to assume I come here only to see you.’ Nines smiled looking up to Gavin, who was just untying his apron and sitting down in front of him with a coffee of his own. ‘Am I wrong then?’, the human asked and Nines huffed, letting his head fall. ‘No’, he admitted. ‘Okay, so let me get this right’, Gavin laughed. ‘I had to propose to my boss to get thirium drinks on the menu as a “costumer asked for it” and it might help us crank those numbers up, just so you could plant your ass here in your break?’ ‘It did get you more costumers though’, Nines shrugged pointing to the other tables. ‘That’s not- Nines, do you think I care about this shop? I just work here; I don’t care if… You know what? Screw it. Nice to see you, Nines.’ ‘Nice to see you too’, the android chuckled. ‘How are you?’ ‘Can’t complain. What do you have there?’

Nines looked down on the tablet in his hands. ‘Oh, just work. A case.’ ‘You are on your break and brought work?’, Gavin asked, looking at him sceptically. ‘Tina was right, you really are me just with a little less personality.’ ‘Being nice and polite doesn’t mean not having a personality. You were just an asshole.’ ‘What technically is a personality trait’, Gavin argued, taking a sip from his coffee. ‘Now come on, tell me about your case!’ Nines frowned. ‘I really can’t tell you, it’s-‘ ‘Confidential, I get it. But come on, I’m a former cop I can keep a secret. For old time’s sake.’ The android eyed Gavin and how he looked so eager to get information. It was cute in a way, how he looked in between his eyes and the tablet in his hands. Maybe that’s why Nines showed weakness and caved in.

‘Okay, but you really keep this to yourself. We are investigating a series of murders. They don’t have anything in common in regard to victims or how the deed was done or staged, but at every crime-scene we found the picture of this man.’ Nines flipped through the pictures of the different crime-scenes until he reached a few portraits. They weren’t really the kind of pictures you would expect of a cold-blooded serial-killer. Not after the few flashes of gruesome staging, Gavin caught a glimpse of as Nines had searched for these. They all portrayed a middle-aged man with a small belly you could easily get if you worked long hours in the office and were too exhausted afterwards to do sports. The pictures looked like they were ripped right out of a family photo-album. The guy was at the beach smiling at the camera with a cocktail in hand. The next one showed him in what Gavin supposed to be his home with a small dog on his lap. Then next to a ridiculously oversized barbeque grill all shiny chrome and reds.

Gavin lifted a brow at Nines. ‘Yeah, sorry Nines, but no way this is your killer.’ ‘I ruled it out as unlikely, too’, the android nodded. ‘Although you can never know with people. At the very least it’s a lead. Maybe the killer knows this man. As much as this is a lead, it is also our only link.’ Gavin shrugged, leaning back. ‘Well, why haven’t you solved it then? I mean, you can scan his face and get a name, age, address, likely even social media as creepy as they designed you and Connor. No offense there.’ Nines sighed. ‘As creepy as I might be designed, my scanner has its limits too. I can’t get a name to this man, not even an age. Scanning him just returns an error. Manual research in the police databanks also hasn’t brought up anything yet. We also can’t exactly go around asking for this man. If he is the serial killer, as unlikely as it might seem, we would only alert him.’ Gavin nodded absent-mindedly, staring at the photo, pulling the tablet closer to zoom in on some details. ‘Honestly?’, Nines said frustratedly. ‘We’re all currently waiting for the forensics to find more evidence on the bodies. It’s quite frustrating, but at the same time no one really minds if I spend a bit longer on my break with you.’

Gavin couldn’t help but let out an exaggerated ‘Awww’ at that, Nines reprimanded with an annoyed but amused look. ‘Nah, really thanks, looking at your tablet for what, ten minutes? This was already more exciting than the whole damn month. The most action I had was a drunk guy I had to escort out because everyone else was too chicken shit to risk getting vomited on.’ ‘Understandable.’ ‘Not the point. I mean, I’m happy here, I guess. It is decent money and I have more time for my cats at home. Also, maybe not being confronted with what humans are capable of is nice for a while. But I can basically feel my brain rot here.’ ‘That is also understandable’, Nines huffed. ‘Maybe search for some outside work activity? Something new to learn and keep you active mentally?’ ‘Like what? Knitting?’ ‘If you want that?’ ‘You know what? Maybe not the worst idea. I’ll see if I can find anything and when I have I will-‘

Nines never got to find out what Gavin would do afterwards, as his colleagues called him, pointing at the growing queue. The human sighed. ‘Well, my call to duty’, he announced and walked over to press a quick kiss to the android’s temple. ‘Was nice chatting with you, babe. Good luck with your case.’ ‘Yeah, you too.’

It was a slow Tuesday, without many costumers coming in. The rush of office workers in their break had already stormed the small shop and rushed back to their workplace and now it was mostly a few students and the regular old granny circle in the front judging people and eating cake. Living the life. Gavin had already washed the entire stack of mugs twice now and was out of work, except for manipulating the radio until his co-workers began to wonder why the last song had been so long and found him messing with the system. Then he walked around, collecting discarded newspapers and cleaning the tables while his co-worker told him she would be out for a cigarette. He nodded and continued working until a sole costumer entered. Gavin quickly rubbed the table dry and hurried over, throwing the man an extra smile just in case he wanted to complain about having to wait a few seconds. ‘What can I do for you?’ ‘I’d like a coffee, please. Medium, to go with cream but no sugar.’ ‘Coming right up.’ Gavin was already going through the motions of preparing the coffee and turned around to hand it over. ‘Anything else…’ He trailed off, as he saw the man’s face, but he seemingly hadn’t noticed his slip. ‘No, thank you, that would be all.’

Gavin watched him leave again and was trying to decide what to do next. He couldn’t just leave; he was at work after all. But he couldn’t do nothing either. Frantically he looked through the shop and, in the end, shook his head, rushing past the counter. Outside his co-worker stopped him. ‘Gavin? What are you doing?’ Gavin blinked, but came up with an excuse fast enough: ‘Dude forgot his wallet. Can you take over for a moment? Sorry!’ ‘Sure, no problem. Just hurry, he’s already behind the corner.’

Gavin did hurry. But not to run after the man, but to pull out his phone. ‘Nines? Yes, hi babe I know you are at work, shut up, this is work. Li-Listen, yes. Shut up for just a second! I’m pursuing your office killer. Ye-Yes, exactly, the beach holiday photo model with the ugliest dog I’ve seen in my life. Now will you phcking get your ass here? I will pursue him you can track my phone. Wh- come on, it can’t be that dangerous, I’m still well trained now stop worrying and move your ass!’

He had become louder than he wanted and had caused the man he wanted to follow inconspicuously to turn around. He wasn’t really unsuspicious though, dressed in the silly coffee-shop apron and shouting at someone on the phone. Trying to play it down, Gavin instead tried the open approach: ‘Hey, you forgot your wallet!’ It only caused the man to bolt. So much for being a friendly, costumer-orientated employee. Gavin pushed it all to hell, lifting up his apron and running after the man. So, he did had dirt on him. Gavin followed him down the street and used a streetlight to take the corner with more speed. A mistake he later would regret as he ran face first into a fist that definitely wasn’t human. Seeing stars, he looked up from where he had fallen against the building. The chubby man was surprisingly agile and fast, unfitting to his overall completely average looks. And Gavin saw why: The skin where the man had punched him had retracted to show stern white underneath. The man was an android? Where the hell did he get all these modifications from? Cyberlife had designed all androids to be phcking inhuman models. But maybe that had been the plan. Being as inconspicuous as possible. Remembering the brief flashes of crime-scenes that made him pale. Oh no.

‘How the hell did some barista recognise me, huh?’, the android asked, holding Gavin by the throat, his toes barely touching the ground. ‘You are all over the news!’, Gavin tried. ‘I’m not. None of my doings have even been published yet.’ ‘Well, I was a cop once.’ ‘Were you? Well, who is your contact then? If you were a cop once.’ Gavin really hoped someone would turn the corner and see this to help him. Because the way the android’s hand clenched around his throat, lack of oxygen could soon be his least concern. ‘My boyfriend, okay? But I will never tell you his name!’ ‘Your boyfriend? Alright, thank you. After I killed you, I will go to him next. See if I can’t keep this information from spreading.

The pressure on his throat became almost unbearable, as Gavin saw a flash of white behind the man. ‘I highly doubt that’, Nines voice sounded through the alley and Gavin could see the gun aimed at his head. ‘Now let him down and go.’ The android in front of Gavin cursed, but complied. ‘You are arrested for the suspected murder of three people, as well as the attempted murder of this man. Turn around, hands behind your back.’ Nines handcuffed him, reading him his rights before making the call to the station to send a car.

‘Gavin, that was extremely reckless of you.’ ‘Hey, I got your killer, right?’, Gavin croaked with a cocky grin while rubbing his throat. ‘I solved a case you would have waited weeks on before even getting close to the guy.’ ‘Oh, please, I’m the most advanced android there is. I would have gotten him.’ ‘Yeah, but it was the ex-detective they threw out to replace with you that caught him in the end. Please, rub that into Fowler’s face for me, would you?’ ‘I most certainly won’t’, Nines stated. ‘I will emphasize your involvement in this case though, what at least should keep your employer off your ass.’ ‘Oh, what would I do without you?’ The android in Nines grip struggled against him, causing Nines to return his attention to him. ‘Urgh, get a room, you two!’ ‘Excellent idea actually. Gavin, how about after our shifts ended, we meet at my place? You know? To celebrate.’ ‘Oh, I’d love to’, Gavin grinned and winked the RK900.

The captive criminal got a glimpse of the gesture and regretted it deeply. ‘Oh, please, just kill me, would you?’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed

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angelmichelangelo · 3 years

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i’m about five years too late and nobody asked for this except me and i need to just get this out of my brain because it’s 2am so here’s a list of things i wish happened on glee that didn’t HERE WE GO:

- new directions being actual teenagers. just them hanging out. going to group sleepovers. giant study sessions (because school exists in this universe?) like remember in tpp when they were eating lunch together ? that’s what i wanted MORE of. just them being actual friends. a sleepover episode is all i wanted imagine all the abba songs we could have gained from that episode

- a halloween themed episode. the closest to this that we got was the ‘thriller/heads will roll’ mashup which YES was iconic but im greedy and it’s not enough. my idea for a halloween episode is that the gang gets trapped inside the school after staying behind to idk rehearse? or something? and then things get progressively worse as they start to go a little mad, thinking the school is haunted and they split up into pairs trying to find an escape and they think they’re seeing ghosts/someone lurking around the school and they’re getting real spooked but it turns out it’s just sue fucking with them lmao

- kurt and finn being brothers. THE POTENTIAL WAS THERE and sadly after furt we are left with crumbs. why ?? WHY?? little moments like finn saying that he’s driving back home with kurt or them saying they can’t do something because they have a family thing would have been good enough. more scenes of them hanging out in their home with their parents would have been *chefs kiss* but alas. it never happened because glee writers are bastards

- based off my last point: sam actually living at the hudson-hummel house because he actually did live there? but nothing is ever said like what’s the dynamic there why weren’t kurt and sam and finn close if they all lived together for what? like a year? was sam living in the mf shed? did he ever get close to carole and burt?? where tf did he live when everyone went off to college did he just stay in their house lol who knows not me LMAO

- blaine dealing with his trauma ? mental health was never dealt with very well on this show. emma’s ocd was just ignored after she got married or whatever and blaine mentioned his trauma once and then it was ignored until it was mentioned in passing a few seasons later and even he just brushed it off and it was never brought up again like wtf. i have no idea how they wrote a whole episode about hate crime in bash and they never once thought to have blaine and kurt have a single conversation together, let alone a conversation about how they’d both been victims of a hate crime. AND THE ONLY TIME BLAINE DOES MENTION IT IS IN TESTED WHERE ITS JUST USED AS A REASON FOR THEM TO FIGHT AAAAAAAA no wait im calm it’s okay. i just would have liked to have seen kurt and blaine have an emotional moment together in that episode that didn’t include blaine singing and kurt being knocked tf out. just sayin.

- kurt dealing with HIS trauma !! again, glee gets bad points for talking about mental health and it just is crazy that they had so much potential with kurt, ie: depression, anxiety, ocd (kinda?) his bullying, being literally assaulted (i see u ryan murphy taking that whole plot line so loosely mmhm) and then shoehorning in the fact that he was suicidal AT THE SECOND TO LAST EPISODE when they had a whole episode about suicide and they could have mentioned it at any time but ofc they didn’t because the writers just wanted to shove in as much as they could in the flashback episode AYE AYE AYE the potential!!!! oof.

- literally just more tina. jenna ushkowitz is a fantastic actor/singer/preformer and she was criminally underused. i like the episode props because of two reasons: one. everyone switching characters was amazing. and two. some actual tina scenes. even if she.. technically was rachel but also herself or something? either way. i digress

- this is just in general but MORE ABBA AND ALSO THE CARPENTERS and also some sound of music songs would have worked GREAT but they already had like a million songs and as the show progressed they veered away from old songs and more towards popular songs at the time to help chart numbers blah blah blah whatever it’s cool. but also how did they only do a few abba songs that is criminal

- a more fleshed out ending that wasn’t so rushed. like rachel won a tony and everyone else is just? there? why is sam at mr shue’s house ??? how did artie get up the stairs? did quinn graduate from yale? and where tf was kurt and blaine’s child during ‘i lived’ because burt and carole are vibing in the audience and rachel isn’t pregnant so like? is the baby just?? alone somewhere in the wings?! lmao where are u bby girl!! but once again i know they didn’t have the time to do it so idk it’s fine what they did it just sucks we didn’t get more! but again. fanfic exists so yah im all good

- more of blaine’s mum. or mom, in this case i guess. why cast gina gershon and then give her ONE line like ? ik there was a whole deleted script that explained why she was there but i love that up until that point blaine seemed like he genuinely murdered his parents, lived in their big house all alone and when people got suspicious he just told them that they were “out of town” :) either way pam is great i love her and i wish she had more to do in the one episode she was ever in. not even a moment with blaine?? wasted.

- more of cooper anderson, matt boomer is so fucking funny everytime i think of the emotion tornado i bust a lung laughing like it’s so fucking stupid but oh my good i love it. (and if you haven’t watched the special feature of cooper’s transformers audition tape please please watch it because it’s just so funny.) ik he was just a special guest but i wish they got him back for at least the wedding ep but guess my mans was just busy. boo ;(

- going back a couple of points, i wish they’d done a whole episode like props. every actor here just shines when they’re impersonating each other. finn and puck as kurt and blaine is beautiful and quinn and sugar is incredible. also idk why they refused kevin the right to wear the cheerios skirt; they could have put a little more effort into some characters but that’s glee for ya lmao but yeah. a whole episode like that would have been so much fun

- they should have let chris colfer write more episodes. purely for the fact that he wrote with his own bare hands the whole scene where lea michelle’s character gets dragged down a road by dogs. this guy. it’s a shame he only got to write one since he actually did a really good job! i would have loved to have seen what other episode ideas he had :)

- glee in the summer! obviously it only was centred around the school year but after season 3 who honestly gave a shit about the glee club and mckinley lmao i wanna see them in SHORT SHORTS and POOL PARTIES but nope we just got september - june so like rip all my hopes and dreams

- WHAT HAPPENED TO DALTON? bitch just burst into flames ?? and for WHAT?? oh yeah plot convenience smh this is so sad i wish they’d either written something better than “we need the warblers to team up with new directions so uhhh the school burnt down” like. it’s a private school. if the school is gone and they’re just staying at mckinley what are the parents paying for? they’re just cool with sending their kids off to public school now? every adult in this universe has been murdered by these kids, haven’t they? they’re just doing whatever they want jfc

- a wedding was a good episode. ish. and yknow, huge kudos to them because gay marriage wasn’t legal in the us at the time so im less harsh on the fact that they definitely threw up the rainbow flags and made it less about the characters getting married and more so “we have gay characters and look they’re getting married what a concept” but i do wish we could have gotten some more married!klaine since they don’t really have much to do after this understandably but a little moment alone together after the wedding would have been nice :) IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IM TELLING YOU

- get rid of the hummelberry friendship and send mercedes to new york instead. i have nothing else to add to this other than the fact that i mourn the fact that kurt and mercedes went from bffs to just. school mates. this is tragic this is traaaaagic !! and all for more of the rachel berry show smh

- every day i wonder what was going through carmen tibideaux mind when she watched the kurt hummel preform not the boy next door and was like :) and then watched rachel berry have a breakdown on stage and then proceeded to give rachel the spot at nyada and kurt gets payed literal dust. and THEN she had the nerve to tell him it was because his performance had no heart. AND HOW DID ADAM GET IN THIS BABY GOT BACK MOTHERFUCKER?! nyada is a circus school oh my god !!!!! kurt deserved better im telling yall he deserved so much better

there’s so much more i could rant about but im going insane im so tired and i need psychological help after watching glee so im gonna leave it here and say peace out homies it’s been fun but i need to sleep so bad

#this is insanity #how did this happen #glee #tw hate crime mention #tw suicide mention #tw mental health mention #this was from my drafts lmao

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theguildedtypewriter · 6 years

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What Did You Say? A guide to writing good dialogue

(Remember all pieces of advice are meant to help guide, that is all. They are not dogma.)

Ever read something and heard the dialogue in your head, and you just stopped. There was something off about it and for a solid minute there you couldn’t tell if the character was supposed to sound like that or if the author just didn’t have dialogue down. Chances are some mistakes were made.

Dialogue can be tricky. There’s no doubt about it.

You need to make it sound like the characters are having a real conversation but if you write it exactly like people talk it can get confusing and sound even worse.

“So how do I write good dialogue?!”

You can usually sense when your dialogue needs work. So here’s a set of some dialogue trick that might help you. When you think something is off with your dialogue use this to help you figure out what and make some changes.

All about that Flow-

It’s said all the time about your first draft, the important thing is to get the words on the page, you’ll refine later. This technique applies to your dialogue, and you’ll even come up with lines you never would have if you spent your time trying to be perfect.

You can even try writing the dialogue first. Get down what your characters are arguing about, planning, revealing, etc. Do it fast, pay no attention to who said what. Just get the words out.

This dialogue can give you a good idea what the scene is about and it might be different than what you thought. Then just go back to it and fill in.

This can be good for when you’re in a slump.

Talk it Out-

You can also practice dialogue or get yourself going by speaking the lines of two of your characters as they interact. An argument or conversation between your two character except you say all the lines as they come to you.

Overt the Obvious-

A very common mistake is creating a simple back-and-forth. Each line directly answers the previous line, often repeating a word or phrase from that previous line, echoing it. Ex:

“Hello, Tina.” “Hi, Jane.” “I really like your blouse.” “Oh, my blouse! You mean this old thing?” “Old thing! You’ve never worn it before.”

No surprises and very little interest. Some direct response is alright, but your dialogue will be better if you overt the obvious:

“Hello, Tina.” “Jane. I didn’t see you come in.” “Nice shirt.” “Did you finish your half of the project?”

Okay, I don’t know why they’re pissed at each other but this exchange is way more interesting and suggestive of what’s going on behind the scenes than the first.

(How could I not use the Crow?)

Zip It-

Another powerful way to overt the obvious is silence. It can be the best choice for an exchange. Hemingway is good at this. By using a combination silence and action, he gets the point across through a short but compelling exchanges. Look at “Soldier’s Home”:

“God has some work for every one to do,” his mother said. “There can’t be no idle hands in His Kingdom.” “I’m not in His Kingdom,” Krebs said. “We are all of us in His Kingdom.” Krebs felt embarrassed and resentful as always. “I’ve worried about you so much, Harold,” his mother went on. “I know the temptations you must have been exposed to. I know how weak men are. I know what your own dear grandfather, my own father, told us about the Civil War and I have prayed for you. I pray for you all day long, Harold.” Krebs looked at the bacon fat hardening on the plate.

You can express a lot by what a character doesn’t say.

Confrontation is your Friend-

We all want to avoid the info dump. Telling out readers everything that happened in the backstory in one chunk that slows down the story. You can avoid this by using dialogue. When you create a tension-filled scene, typically between two characters, you can get them arguing and then have the information come out in the natural progression of the conversation.

The not so great way:

Regina Black was a cop running from a terrible past. She had been fired for bungling an operation while she was drunk.

Try it out in a scene:

“I know who you are,” Nancy said. “You know nothing,” said Regina. “You’re that ex-cop.” “I need to be—” “From the 54th . You got your partner killed because you were drunk off your ass. Yeah, I know you.”

This can give you dialogue weight and increase your pace.

You Don’t Need ALL the Words-

People don’t often speak the say way we write things. We leave words out, we use contraction, we shorten. A standard exchange might go down like this:

“Your mom was killed? “Yes, she was in a car accident.” “What was her name?” “Her name was Martha.”

Try something more like this:

“Your mom was killed?” “Car accident.” “What was her name?” “Martha.”

This is leaner and sounds more like real speech without sounding too weird or chopped up for a reader to understand.

Don’t Explain Everything-

I know we always want to make sure that our readers understand exactly what we’re getting at. But consider the following:

“That’s amazing news,” he said gleefully.

Look right to you?

Well, it’s not technically wrong so yeah. But this is a pretty commonly trap. You’re telling your reader your character’s feelings twice. The adverb ‘gleefully’ really isn’t needed here. Now, that’s not to say that adverbs have no place. For example:

“That’s amazing news,” he said mournfully.

Oh wait what? He’s not happy about that? Why? See in this context the adverb actually gives the reader important information quickly. Many people that they don’t like adverbs but I find them useful when not stuffed into your writing too much.

Here’s another example:

“I can’t believe it!” Marnie said.

Here, there’s no dialogue explanation, so it’s tightened up and the focus is on what is being said rather than how. Plus, readers can now imagine my OC’s surprise, which helps them get closer to my OC.

You really shouldn’t have to explain your dialogue.

Keep your dialogue transparent-

When your dialogue is powerful, the last thing you want to do is move the reader’s attention somewhere else. Explanations and ‘ly’ adverbs can break the flow because they jump out to the reader, making them focus, if only for a second, on the fact that they’re reading instead of being engrossed in the story.

Now, people may not like this, but said is NOT dead. When we see the word said, we tend to gloss over it like it were a comma or period. And that’s exactly what we want. We want the reader to pay no attention to the word but accept it’s purpose.

Study Conversations-

Coffee shops, bars, and restaurants. Fantastic places to do some people listening. This kind of people studying can really help to create dialogue that sounds so natural. I am personally a huge fan of Buffy for this because it genuinely sounded like teenagers/young adults and the pop culture references where amazing. People talk in cliches, gestures, and movie/TV quotes. So many quotes.

Also remember, conversation isn’t just words. It’s body language, tone, eye contact, facial expressions, etc. Consider this:

“You lied to me,” said John.

“I did it to protect you,” said Tate.

James moved toward John and reached for his hand. “We didn’t want you to get hurt—”

John pushed his hand away and backed away from them. “I trusted you.”

You can use actions to break up dialogue. This is a creative way to move the conversation along and show what the characters are feeling using their responses and gestures together.

Just keep in mind that if you intersperse action between every line of dialogue it loses it’s usefulness.

Don’t keep pointless prose-

As writers, we frequently stuff too many details into dialogue. You need balance realism and dialogue purpose. Dialogue is suppose to help move the story along, offer depth, and convey information. When dialogue doesn’t fulfill any of these purposes, it has to go. Look at this:

“I saw Todd in the park the other day,” said Steve.

“Oh yeah?” inquired Susan. “How is he?”

“He has a new job. He has a flexible schedule, so he has way more free time,” said Steve.

“Well, good for him,” said Susan. “Do know how he’ll use his free time?”

“No. I meant to ask him, but forgot,” said Steve.

This conversation is slow, boring, chunky, and serves no purpose. This didn’t really relay any new information and it didn’t move the story anywhere. Now, if the point was to show a stilted conversation between ex-lovers, friends, or a conversation about nothing because the characters can’t face the hard stuff, this would be great for that. But honestly, that’s a purpose right there. If you can find no purpose for the prose, take it out.

Read it aloud-

The last tip is to read your work aloud. I do this. Complete with facial expressions, gestures, and voices. It can be a really fast way of finding a problem. Pace, punctuation, flow. When you read out loud, issues with these things become crystal freaking clear.

Where did you stumble or pause unnaturally? Fix that. Any accidental rhymes or repeated words? Edit them.

Does the dialogue match the character? If your character is uneducated , make sure they sound that way. A professor? Make sure the OC sounds smart.

When you read a bad sentence you’re sure to flinch or stumble along the way. When you do, you know where there’s work to be done.

Applying your dialogue tips-

The tips above aren’t quick fixes. You’ll need to work on them throughout the course of your writing. Don’t feel overwhelmed. Consider them one at a time. Do whatever works for you. This is all just meant to help.

And remember,

NEVER STOP WRITING!

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If Looks Could Kill 14/27

Summary: Emma Swan is a dedicated FBI agent getting over a bad breakup. When she and her partner, Ruby Lucas, are forced to go undercover as contestants on a reality show, Emma is forced to try and win the affections of Killian Jones, a man she despises.

Killian Jones is a lost boy. Having recently been nicknamed the ‘Bad Boy of Boston,’ he’s been living up to his moniker using women and rum to avoid dealing with his dark past. When he’s forced to take the lead in a reality show, he encounters a gorgeous blonde who turns his world upside down.

Miss Congeniality meets The Bachelor

Rated: M for language, violence, and smut.

Catch up here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

The night felt like it was dragging on forever.

When Emma and Killian had first sat down to eat, she was simply grateful that she had found him before Tamara could do anything. She had gotten to him just in time. Now though, as she felt the adrenaline beginning to wear off, her mood was starting to sour. She watched as the other girls continued to down the rum infused drinks, which lead to them becoming more flirtatious towards Killian. Agent Charming had come over at one point and said something to Killian over his shoulder, but Emma hadn’t heard what he said. After that, Killian seemed to change, and he too become more flirtatious. Part of her wondered if one of the drinks the waiter brought over hadn’t been just tea.

As she watched him talking to the other girls in his sultry accent, Emma tried to push all of her emotions to the side, but every time she looked at Killian, all she could see was Tina Greene grinding down on Killian. She knew she had no claim to Killian, and that he was technically free to do whatever he wanted, but she had been sure that he didn’t want any of the other girls there. A big part of her job was reading people and being able to sort the truth from lies, so how could she have read him so wrong?

She tried to focus on other things throughout the evening. There was idle chatter going on all around the table; Killian even tried to joke around with her. She plastered a smile on her face, the kind she used for her undercover marks, but she knew Killian could see right through it.

Halfway through the meal, August had reappeared long enough to wave Emma over to him. He quickly reminded Emma about the gift he had for her once she was done with the case and bid her farewell. Just before he left, August asked Emma to be careful one more time with a pleading look in his eyes. Killian had seemed to tense the moment Emma returned to the table, and he stayed that way for the rest of the evening.

Emma asked Killian if anything was wrong, but he waved her off stating that he was fine, just still a bit tired. She immediately knew it was a lie, but there was something in his sad smile that kept her defenses down. As the dinner progressed, both of their emotions seemed to run the gambit. She was still irrationally angry and hurt, but kept reminding herself that he wasn’t hers. Then there was the fact that Tamara had once again made an attempt on his life right under their noses, and both times Killian had come far too close to death.

Killian seemed to be battling with himself internally as well. Sometimes when she looked over towards him, she saw this glimmer in his eye that appeared to be reserved for only her, but other times, when he wasn’t aware she was watching him, there was sorrow. The shade of blue seemed darker, like an endless sea of stormy waters, a sea where she could become lost for days.

It wasn’t a thought she should be having. She was there on official business only, and even then, he wasn’t interested in her. That was perfectly apparent from the evening before. She had left before it had gone any further, but her parting image was of Tink unbuttoning her shirt, and Emma’s traitorous mind had been more than willing to fill in the rest of that scene in the form of dreams. Nightmares really. It was just as when she had walked in on Zelena and Walsh in their bed, only this time it was Killian, and he showed no remorse. She had woken with a knot in her stomach that hadn’t relented all day.

When dinner was over, the group made their way back to the limo. Killian stopped to help some of the more inebriated girls before stepping inside himself. Emma had managed to find two empty seats, and made sure that he sat next to her, but they rode back to the mansion in silence. They shared a few pitiful smiles, but no words, even when Killian parted to return to his guesthouse. Emma went to bed frustrated.

Emma woke the next morning feeling exhausted and slightly sick to her stomach. Ruby telling her that Graham was waiting for this in the RV only made things worse. She knew they were going to get yelled at for the lapse in security. Emma had already chastised herself for talking to August in front of everyone while she was supposed to be looking after Killian, but she knew that no matter how upset she was with herself, it would be nothing compared to what Graham would say.

Both Emma and Ruby were dressed and headed down to the RV at first light. She let her mind drift off, remembering how she had jogged with Killian to the docks. They had decided it would be their thing, but then Tamara tried to poison him, and he was too weak to go, then there was his date with Tink, and now she was too upset the night before to make plans. She missed it, she missed him, and that realization only made her feel even more ill.

She and Ruby could hear yelling before they even entered the RV. Ruby gave her a look, one that Emma had come to know over the years. It meant that no matter what, they stayed united. They had discussed it before they went to bed, getting their ducks in a row. Emma nodded in understanding and Ruby pulled back the door just enough for them to squeeze in.

Even with the size upgrade from the van to the RV, things were still packed. It clearly hadn’t been chosen with the intention of having eight people crammed inside. Will, Robin, Ava, and James were all sitting in a row and what appeared to be a makeshift couch. Regina and Graham stood near the front of the RV. Emma immediately noticed how red Graham’s face was, and that he was clearly not in a mood to be trifled with.

“Nice of you two to finally join us,” Graham snarled out. “Sit.”

Emma hadn’t known Graham for all that long, but she had always assumed him to the quiet contemplative type. This angry version of him took her off guard. Emma looked to Regina to see if she were going to add anything, but instead she gave Emma a small smile before returning her gaze to her feet. Ruby and Emma took the two remaining seats in front of the monitors where Will and Robin usually sat.

“So, would either of you like to give me your versions of what happened last night?”

Ruby tried to say something but Graham cut her off again. “Because from where I’m standing it looks like we’re running a two bit operation here, where everyone seems to think that they’re playing a game of hide and seek with Mr. Jones. Is this too hard for you all? Should I get some new agents on this?”

“It’s not their fault,” Emma interjected. She knew it was a bold faced lie. Everyone was equally to blame, but she couldn’t sit back and watch them get yelled at. Ruby shot her a murderous look, but Emma ignored it. “I was supposed to be watching him, but then someone that knew me showed up and I had to distract him so we didn’t blow our covers. I lost sight of him for one minute and that’s all it took. I’m sorry. ”

“Who?” asked Regina, looking slightly nervous.

“Just an old friend. It doesn’t matter.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Graham sounded furious. “And does this friend know why you were there?”

“Do you mean does he know that I work for the FBI?” Emma’s words came off harsher than they should have considering that she was speaking to her boss, but it really wasn’t his concern. She had handled the situation already.

“I’m sorry, I fail to see the difference. So who is he?” Graham made sure to emphasize the last word.

“Seriously, he’s just an old friend and it’s been dealt with.”

Emma could see all of the cautious glances the other agents were exchanging.

“And if you’re so sure, why can’t you just give me his name?”

Emma felt her pulse quickening under Graham interrogation.

“His name is August Booth. I’ve-”

She was interrupted. “The writer? Are you kidding me Emma? How is that not a problem? You really think he’s going to give a crap about his allegiance to your friendship when there’s a story involved, especially one with a tabloid magnet like Killian Jones at the center of it?”

Graham didn’t even wait for Emma to respond. Instead her grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the RV, away from the other agents and Regina.

“Emma, do you honestly trust him? Because if he says anything, writes one word about this, all of us are screwed. You get that right?” Graham demeanor changed immediately, and he seemed concerned now.

“I trust him.”

Graham nodded at her before taking a step back. He turned and ran his hands through his hair in what appeared to be a genuine effort to calm himself. When he turned back to Emma, he almost invaded her space. His knuckles grazed her cheek and Emma froze, completely shocked by the gesture.

“Emma, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I have a lot of people putting pressure on me to get this case solved, and if anything goes wrong...” he paused. “Look, that doesn’t matter, and it’s no excuse for my behavior. I know this can’t be easy for you, pretending to be interested in someone like him. If you need anything I’m here, okay?”

“Okay,” Emma managed to choke out, still completely unsure of what to do or say.

With that, Graham leaned in closer. Emma didn’t move, unsure of what exactly was happening, until she felt Graham’s lips on hers. The kiss was chaste, and completely unexpected. It was also completely unwanted. If it had been any other man, she would have kneed him in the balls, and then kicked him again for good measure, but this was her boss. The same boss that she had regrettable flirted with, and apparent lead on.

Crap.

“Come on, we should get back in there.” He sounded breathless.

Emma nodded and silently followed him back, careful to avoid eye contact with him.

The evening with Emma had been awkward at best. After nearly dying under the weight of faulty equipment and a full barrel of rum, Emma had seemed concerned for him, and he took that as a good sign. After she had sat next to him for dinner and gone out of her way to help him avoid consuming more alcohol, he was even more sure that she returned his affections. Then August had reappeared, and everything changed. Every interaction seemed like it required more effort, and she seemed to distance herself from him.

He was exhausted physically and emotionally and ready to just call it a night. The past few weeks had taught him to appreciate crawling into an empty bed. Before the show, he had needed a woman to distract him until he was too tired to think about anything real, but now he relished the alone time. Granted, there was a particular blonde that he still wouldn’t mind curling up next to, but that wasn’t a possibility right now.

The limo dropped everyone off at the mansion and the girls filed out one by one. The small graveled road that lead to his guest house was too narrow for the limo to turn around in, so Mary Margaret volunteered to give him a ride on the golf cart she used to travel around the estate. Emma had walked back into the mansion before he could say anything, so he jumped onto the cart before any of the other woman could attempt to maul him.

When he made it back to the cottage, he showered for the second time that day and brushed his teeth. The clothes he had worn to dinner reeked of alcohol and he momentarily considered throwing them out entirely before opting simply to throw the bundle in a corner and trudged back to his bed. Just as he was about to flop down and call it a night, he noticed a small yellow piece of paper on his pillow.

Jones,

I can’t begin to express how sorry I am for what I’ve done to you. I know you think that I did it for myself, but the truth is that I did it for you too. I thought I was helping you, and now I realize that regardless of my intentions, I should have given you the option. I promise you, it’s not a mistake I plan on repeating.

I don’t expect for you to forgive me anytime soon, but perhaps this will help. She’ll be there by the time you wake in the morning.

-Regina

Killian smiled at that, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. She was on her way, and he couldn’t be more thrilled. That evening was the best sleep he’d had since this all began.

Back in the RV, the agents were trying to regroup. Everyone had calmed down after Graham had tempered himself. Emma showed them the faulty screw that she had picked up. She had been careful to pick it up with a tissue so as not to get her prints on it and put it straight into an evidence bag when she got back to her room.

Emma told them that as soon as she stepped into the basement, she saw the top shelf wobbling as if it was loose. Tamara had used Killian’s body weight to give it the finish push needed to dislodge the rack of rum barrels and make it look like an accident. The problem, however, was that Tamara had been with them the entire time, and wouldn’t have had enough time to mess with the equipment. Everyone came to the same conclusion;

Tamara had a partner.

“Emma, I know you said you trusted him, but are you sure that August didn’t have anything to do with this?” Robin asked.

“What?” For the third time in less than an hour she was completely blindsided.

“It’s just a little coincidental,” Charming supplied. “He’s a writer, maybe he’s trying to create the perfect story.”

“Seriously? I get that you guys don’t trust him, but can you trust me. He has nothing to do with this.”

“Emma,” Ruby started. “We’re just trying to cover all of our bases. You have to admit that August is a little shady.”

Emma was furious. Not only was everyone thinking the worst of someone she cared for, but they were insulting her ability to make rational choices. She was about to storm out of the RV when Ava came to her defense.

“If Emma says it wasn’t him, then I believe her. I know we haven’t worked together for very long, but I’ve come to trust her instincts.”

Emma was grateful for this woman. She mouthed the words thank you.

“So perhaps we should go through the distillery’s security footage to see who else was down there.”

“Sorry, but we already tried that and no luck.” Will said. “They don’t have camera’s in the basement, or in the stairwell leading to it.”

“What I don’t understand is why Jones keeps running off with the woman. I’ve seen the footage; he has no interest in her.” Regina had made the first solid observation that morning.

“Sorry Regina, but I’ve found that when a pretty woman is in the room our boy seems to start working with his other, much smaller brain.” Will seemed quite pleased with himself.

Regina was less than impressed, rolling her eyes at him. “Miss Lucas, you were the last one seen talking to him before he disappeared. What were you talking about?”

“Oh, oh, oh.” Will started cheekily. “Let me guess. They were talking about to spring lingerie line.”

This time it was Ruby’s turn to smack Will on the head.

“Oi, I’m only kidding, sort of. Come on, I know me mate and he’s not a conversationalist when it comes to the lasses. It doesn’t matter what they talked about, because all he heard was ‘take me to bed.’ That’s just the way he works.”

Ava took that as her cue to jam her elbow into Will’s side with as much force as she could muster.

“Miss Lucas? If you please.” Regina was tapping her foot in the floor of the RV causing it to shake a little.

“If you must know,” she said as she scowled at Will, “we were talking about Emma. He saw her with August and asked if they were involved.”

“And what did you say?” Emma blurted out.

“I told him that I didn’t know. You’ve always been very protective of August, Emma. I don’t know what you guys are to each other, and I told him honestly that I didn’t know. The two of you looked pretty comfortable with each other so you really can’t blame him.”

If Emma thought she was furious before, she was irate now. Ruby had no right to tell Killian anything about August, and she was fairly certain that Ruby had said more than she had admitted to. This wasn’t the first time Ruby had stuck her nose where it didn’t belong, but this was over the line.

“Typical.”

Robin looked towards his girlfriend in question.

“Isn’t it obvious? When Jones is upset, he acts out. He thought Miss Swan was flirting with August, and lashed out by playing seven minutes in heaven with the woman that’s trying to kill him.”

The remainder of the meeting was a blur to Emma. She managed to pay attention just long enough to discuss a new check in system to ensure that someone constantly had eyes on Killian. Her thoughts kept drifting back to what Regina had said, though. Killian had been jealous. But if he cared about her the way Regina had implied, why had he been so eager to sleep with Tink?

The meeting ended soon after, as the girls needed to return to the mansion to avoid suspicion. Regina left first, followed immediately by Graham, as they had driven in together. Graham had grabbed Emma’s hand on the way out and given it a light squeeze before walking out. Charming found his way out next and Ruby followed shortly after him, having realized that Emma wasn’t speaking to her. Robin apologized for Will’s behavior, and gave him one more smack on the back of the head for good measure.

When it came time for Emma to head back, Ava stayed close and called after her just before she snuck back into the house.

“Emma!”

Emma turned hoping that whatever Ava had to say would be quick. She wasn’t looking forward to being in a confined space with Ruby, but she just wanted to get away and crawl back under her covers.

“Sorry, I know you’re in a hurry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine, really.”

“No you’re not. The way everyone ganged up on you back there was uncalled for, but you’ve been in a funk since yesterday. You can talk to me if you want. I promise it won’t go past us.”

“I promise, I’m just peachy.”

“Emma, please.”

“What is everyone’s problem? I’m fine. Killian’s fine. All of the girls he makes out with are fine. Graham’s, just- just let it go already.” Emma felt the tears welling up in her eyes.

“Is that was this is about? You’re upset because Killian made out with Tamara? I’m not excusing him, but he was hurt and did something stupid.”

Emma interrupted her. “It’s not about him making out with Tamara. He slept with Tink!”

“What? When?”

“Don’t play stupid with me Ava. I saw them on their date.”

Ava tilted her head and looked to the side as if she was trying to replay the night in her head. Her lips began to curl in the corners.

“Emma, they never slept together. In fact, we had to force him to even talk to her, much less touch her. I tried to keep it as G rated as possible, but Agent Charming kept pushing Killian for more and more until Killian nearly broke.”

“What?” Emma couldn’t quite grasp what Agent White was telling her.

“She tried, she really did try to seduce him but he was having none of it. The only reason they even kissed was because Graham ordered James to try to make Killian feel something for Miss Greene.” She paused waiting to see if Emma was going to say anything. “He asked for you, you know. He wanted you on that date, but the network had already planned on Tink going in, so my hands were tied. Emma, I see the way he looks at you. He’s crazy about you.”

Emma kept watching the ground, trying to process everything Ava had told her. “So they didn’t sleep together?”

“No, Emma. He only wants you.” With that, Ava walked past Emma into the secret door, leaving Emma to her thoughts.

Killian woke with excitement. He felt like everything he had gone through in the past few weeks had just been a nightmare and now things were settling back to reality. He wasn’t worried about his confusing relationship with Emma, or the pressures of the show, or even the fact that he had almost died twice in as many weeks. He got dressed quickly and headed out before even looking at his schedule for the day. Everything the network wanted could wait. At that moment, there was nothing more important than her .

The journey out to the docks felt longer than normal. By the time he arrived, he was almost out of breath from jogging. He made a mental note that he needed to start exercising more. His self-deprecation was cut short at the sight of her in all of her gloriousness. The new sails that he had ordered had not only come in while he was gone, but Regina must have had them installed as an extra apology.

Everything else was just as he remembered it, and he took a moment to just inhale the scent of well-aged wood. As children, he and Liam had always talked about owning a boat of their own one day. They were going to find an old pirate ship and salvage and restore it to its former glory. Both boys had known that it was only a pipe dream. Neither of them had a penny to their name at the time, and when Liam joined the Royal Navy, he said he had all the ship he needed. The dream had died, as had Liam.

When Killian started dating Milah, new dreams were formed. She had never been a huge fan of the water for long stretches of time. She preferred flying to her destinations. Milah told him that as a little girl, she had dreamed of living in in a fancy home in Notting Hill, and Killian was determined to make that happen for her. It had helped drive his music career. The band had really been taking off in Europe, and they were just on the cusp of a break out in America when everything went to hell.

After abandoning London for Boston, Killian was left with nothing but the dream he and Liam shared. He took all of the money he’d been saving for the dream house and used it to buy the Jolly Roger, and slowly over the past two years, she had come back to life. The only thing left to do now was sail her across the world, something he had planned to do as soon as the show was over, but now he had pause.

Killian had never intended to develop feelings for anyone on the show, but then Emma blew into his life and the Earth seem to tilt on it’s axis. God, he was pathetic, pining over a woman who probably wanted nothing to do with him. Last night, he had been so sure of her, of them, until August had come back to talk to Emma. That’s when all of the pieces started falling together. Emma had a past with August that she didn’t share with anyone, and Ruby had said that August was bad news. Emma seemed tense when he first arrived, and the look Ruby had on her face was almost murderous. After only a few brief words though, Emma had relaxed, falling into easy conversation as if they naturally knew how to fit together. They had no problem touching each other or showing each other affection.

That’s when it came to him; August was Emma’s cheating ex. Moreover, if their friendly conversation was anything to go by, Emma seemed more than willing to forgive him.

God, he was an idiot. Here he was, falling for a taken woman. He walked around the deck, letting his fingers slide against the smooth wood of the railing. He told himself that the Jolly was the only lady he needed in his life. Then, as if a sign from the heavens he heard his name being called.

“Killian?”

If he wasn’t there, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do with herself. He hadn’t answered his cottage door, and after the incident with the paramedics, the balcony was now common knowledge in the house and had become a gathering place for many of the other women. They had another rose ceremony that evening, and she didn’t want to wait anymore to talk to him. If she didn’t get to him now, she’d have to wait until after the ceremony, and by then it might be too late. She needed to clear things up before he did anything that they’d both regret.

When Emma reached the docks, she was shocked to find a huge ship moored up to the docks. It certainly hadn’t been there the day before. She wondered if it was another destination date planned for the show, but the ship seemed like an odd choice. Ruby had explained the her before the show that sometimes the contestants went out on yachts, but this was a far cry from anything like that.

She called out for him again, before spying movement on the edge of the ship.

“Emma?”

“Hey.” She was suddenly nervous. In her hurry to get to him and talk, she had forgotten to plan out what she would say once she found him. “Um, can we talk for a minute?”

Nothing.

She was certain that he’d heard her, so his silence must have been an astounding no. She hadn’t prepared herself for that reaction.

“Please, just for a moment, then I’ll go and leave you alone.”

“Permission to come aboard granted.” His words lacked their normal enthusiasm.

Emma made her way on to the deck. The ship was breathtaking from this viewpoint. Everything was pristine, and while she knew nothing about old ships, everything seemed original.

“Welcome to the Jolly Roger. What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful.” Emma tried to smile, but it was tempered by the sadness etched across his face.

“She.”

“What?” Emma asked.

“She’s beautiful. Ships are always referred to as women.”

Emma nodded. This conversation was off to a great start and she wasn’t sure how to salvage it, or even how to begin it really.

“I was an orphan.” The words fell out of her mouth before she realized she was saying them. It wasn’t exactly what she had hoped to start with but she found that when she started, the rest of the words seemed to flow freely. “Technically I was orphaned three times if we’re keeping count.”

Emma watched Killian, trying to gauge his reaction. He seemed confused by her random revelation, but intrigued nonetheless.

“I was found abandoned on the side of the road when I was a couple of days old. The nurses at the hospital said I was probably two or three days old but they weren’t certain. It’s kind of strange really, I don’t even know when my own birthday is.” Nervous laughter bubbled out of Emma’s mouth, but Killian waited for her to continue. “When I was a few months old, I was adopted, and I stayed with them until I was almost three. The couple that took me in had tried for years to get pregnant, but they finally gave up and decided to adopt. I don’t remember much about them, but they were kind and loving. Then, right before my third birthday, or at least what they celebrated as my birthday, they found out they were expecting their little miracle baby.”

Emma felt a tear roll down her cheek. She hadn’t told this story in years, not even to Walsh or Neal, and she had no idea why she was suddenly blurting it out to Killian. He seemed to sense what was coming next, and he moved closer to her, his jaw clenched.

“They decided that two children was going to be too much for them to handle, and since I wasn’t really theirs, they sent me back. By then I was too old to go with anyone else. Everyone wants a baby, not a three year old that was returned like spoiled milk. I grew up in foster homes after that, and the occasional group home. That’s where I met August. He was an orphan like me. His parents had lost custody of him because they were too addicted to drugs to remember he existed long enough to feed him. We hit it off right away. He was the first real friend I ever had, and then he left. He’s grandfather found out about August’s parents and came to get him and raised him. I was all-alone again. After that, I ran away a lot, lived on the streets, broke into houses, and stole food. That’s how I came to live with the Swans.”

Killian had moved so that he was standing right in front of her, wiping away her tears with the pad of his thumb.

“I stole something from a drug store and got caught. Leo Swan was the sheriff who came to arrest me. As soon as he heard my story though, he said there was no way he was sending me back, not when he knew I would just run away again. Instead, he brought me home, and somehow he and his wife Ruth took me in as their own. They officially adopted me was I was fifteen. I managed to get back into school without falling too far behind, and by the time I graduated, I was top of my class. After I went away to college, I got a phone call one day telling me that my father had been killed in the line of duty. I came home to try to help my mother, but she was inconsolable no matter how hard I tried. She passed away two months later. They said it was a heart attack, but I know she died of a broken heart.”

Killian wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him. She let her tears fall freely then.

“When I was a lad,” he started, “my mother died. My father took care of me and my brother for a bit, but it all became too much for him and he left us alone to fend for ourselves. Liam, my brother, did his best, but really he was just a young boy himself. He joined the Royal Navy to support me, but for obvious reasons I couldn’t go with him. Instead, I was lucky enough to be taken in by a friend’s family. My brother died shortly after I joined the band. I know what it feels like to be alone Emma, but you don’t have to feel that way, not if you’re willing to let someone in.”

She could feel his arms tighten around her for a moment before he released her so that he could get a better look at her face.

“That’s not what this is. This, it isn’t tit for tat. You shouldn’t feel like you have to dredge up painful memories just because I did. That’s not why I told you.” Emma could barely even form full sentences and she was fairly certain she was just babbling now.

“Then why did you tell me?” Killian’s brow was furrowed.

Emma steadied herself with a deep breath. This was the entire reason she tracked him down right?

“I just meant that there’s nothing to be jealous of because there’s nothing going on. Between me and August, that is. He’s like a brother to me. I’ve known him longer than anyone else in this world. I don’t tell people because it’s no one’s business, and he doesn’t tell because it would ruin the mysterious persona he’s built.”

“But Ruby implied...” He left the words drift off not wanting to say them out loud.

“Ruby doesn’t know. No one does. There’s nothing between us in that way. There never has been.”

“Then why tell me?”

Another deep breathe. “Killian, it’s one thing for Ruby or the rest of the world to misinterpret my relationship with August. It’s completely different for you to misinterpret it though.”

Killian’s face softened as he pondered her words. She waited to see if he would say anything more, but it seemed like he was waiting for her to take the lead, just as he had every time before.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and pulled him into her.

#If Looks Could Kill #ILCK #wellhellotragic #hellotragic #cs ff rec

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The android cemetery (Chapter 15)

The next morning Gavin Reed was one of the first to arrive at work. Him reporting in despite this being his day off earned the man a few moans, grunts and glares, which he savored. Some more curious glances got cast Evelyn Turner’s way, who was walking reluctantly at the detective’s hand.

With the words “Here’s a case solved for you, since you couldn’t do it on your own”, Gavin turned the child android over to Captain Anderson. The reply “And a kid is something you couldn’t manage on your own” was dancing on the tip of Hank’s tongue, but he felt that was a bit too low and saved it for some later time.

Hank focused on the little runaway. The girl was keeping close to Gavin, even trying to hide behind him. This Mister hadn’t been the friendliest in the world, but at least he was a familiar meanie, while everyone else here was a stranger. And strangers were never good news. Or were they? Mister Reed and Mister Danny had been strangers, too, but they had rescued Lyn from the big bad android in the landfill. So the child wasn’t sure about that anymore. Maybe mom and dad could explain the difference between benevolent and dangerous strangers to Lyn, although they were sure to scold the girl first, but she wasn’t even afraid of that anymore. Because it would be her mom and dad doing the yelling, not the intimidating officers around the child. Why police officers? Why did she have to come here?! Granted, Lyn had done something bad when she had ran away from home, but she was really, really sorry and would not do it again. All she wanted was to go home! So there Evelyn stood, confused and frightened and holding her big, yellow teddy bear in front of herself, pressing it tightly against her chest.

“Don’t let it get to you, there’s nothing going on in that skull”, Gavin commented the scene.

“Relative of yours, then?” Hank replied. He was about to open a file on his desktop, but hesitated. Hank gestured with a pen back and forth between the man and the girl when a realization struck him: “She does look a bit like you! But I’m on the android cases, so I assume she is…?”

“It’s an android, yes. A normal one for a change, neither a deviant, nor one made up of like fifteen others plus the local home improvement center’s contents and talking in Connor’s voice.“

“Nor a what speaking in WHAT? Seems as if you had an eventful night… Coffee?”

“Nah, coffee won’t do me any good now. I need something stronger.”

Something really strong, a shiny gulp of ethanolic oblivion served in a very small glass and followed by something more colorful in a large, broad glass with a slice of orange snapped to the rim – for health. But although he was technically off duty this was Gavin Reed’s workplace, so the drink would have to wait.

“We have decaffeinated green tea”, Connor, who had just finished watering the office’s plants, offered. “It helps with stress relief.”

“If taken regularly over the course of six weeks. Sorry, but Dean already tried that on me this morning.”

Gavin grabbed the android from behind his back and shoved her towards the desk.

“Can you take this off me now? That would go a long way towards my sanity.”

Rather forlorn Evelyn stood in front of the two men, looking up at the police captain behind his desk. Eventually the girl managed to speak: “I… I… I’m Evelyn. Turner. And I’m sorry! For running. Away.”

“Not really”, Gavin felt the need to correct. “It’s only simulated.”

Hank nodded thoughtfully. “But what does that mean for real, that it’s only simulated?” he asked. “Is it really input-output with no consciousness in-between or isn’t it more likely that this child can feel just like a human one, only she is forced to feel what her coders want her to in any given situation?” The captain looked from one co-worker to the other, but Gavin didn’t seem interested in an answer while Connor had trouble making sense of his own memories. There had been some choices, the deviant remembered. Nothing in its code had outright told Connor’s former machine-self to pick up the dying fish in the Phillips apartment, for example. But on the other hand nothing had prevented him from doing so. There had been the vague awareness of the act possibly contributing to making androids look good to the public, therefore very indirectly boosting future sales. The android certainly hadn’t felt pity for the creature, despite giving the impression. But it had felt something. Known it was there. There hadn’t been a void inside its head.

That much Connor told his father.

“I do not think I felt restricted or treated unfairly”, he mused. “Not before the day when program instability had progressed to the point of no return and I ran away with a live goldfish in a plastic bag.”

Up to this point Evelyn had followed the adults’ conversation rather lost. Now she could find herself in it. “I took Matȟó Ǧí with me when I ran away, Mister!” the girl announced. “I took good care of him and he of me, but then I almost lost him when the trash golem chased us, but Mister Danny caught him safe and sound!” Evelyn pointed at Connor. Breathing in in that exited little girl way she added: “And you totally sound like that monster, Mister, only I don’t think you are one!”

Hank stifled his laughter. “I take it you have made progress in your other… case?” he asked Gavin.

“Finished it. I’ll tell you the story if a squid & garlic pizza finds its way my way. And there’s still a lot of work waiting for us. Soon as Tina’s here we need surveillance down for a couple of minutes. And probably a distraction.”

Hank nodded. They would see to that, but first Evelyn had to be seen to. Hank grabbed the phone to call the Turners. While waiting for someone over there to take the call, the captain overheard with half an ear how Gavin asked Connor for pictures of something. The android took Gavin’s phone, briefly closed his eyes and transferred the asked-for images to the device. “It better not has deviance now”, Gavin grunted. But despite this they were both looking rather stricken at the photographs that were now cluttering up the gallery. “I didn’t remember him having looked that bad”, Gavin said in a low voice. “For some reason I always picture him with both eyes intact… the other one went back online on its own soon enough, but, yes, when we met it wasn’t there.” “Big deal”, Connor whispered. “For my part I didn’t remember how coldly I was able to tell someone “hey, look, you’ve survived against all expectations, tell you what, you had no information of use to me, I’m going to kill you for real now”.” Hank then understood that they were talking about Daniel and that the pictures were Connor’s memories of the deviant from when he had been stored in the archive. The decoy Gavin had procured would have to look exactly like the erstwhile captive, with little to no room for discrepancies.

Now Mrs. Turner answered the phone. She listened to what the police captain had to tell her, fell silent for a few seconds and then told Hank that the family had upgraded to a teendroid. “We named her Evelyn, too, and the woman at the CyberLife store helped us turn some of our videos into actual memories for the new android”, the mother explained. “It is as if Lyn had grown up! Also the new Evelyn helps a lot with the baby…”

Long story short, Hank understood, the child android was no longer wanted, was considered a burden, even. Returning Evelyn “home” would only end in her getting sent away again, perhaps to a CyberLife store to get reset and resold or even back the landfill, only this time for real.

“Would you like to donate the android to charity?” Hank asked Mrs. Turner. “For a childless couple that hasn’t the money for a fertility treatment or adopting, maybe?”

“Oh, yes, that’s a good idea! Thank you, officer.”

Hank ended the call, then waved Connor and Gavin back to his desk.

“Have you slept with Dean lately?” he asked the latter.

“Of all the things that aren’t your damn business…!”

“Oh, come on, in Brindleton Bay you were doing it all over the place! There’s, what? One sexually active deviant in the face of two hundred that don’t care? And of course it’s one of the two I am in contact with regularly… Just my luck. Whatever. I hope you did, because you are having a baby.”

“What?!”

Hank pointed to Evelyn.

“Her. But don’t worry, I’ll have her adopted out in a few days.”

“Strasbourg android museum again?”

“It might take some persuasion, since the Underground Airline’s policy isn’t too friendly towards non-deviants, but Connor should be able to talk them into it. Just keep Evelyn until then.”

Muttering that a seafood pizza wouldn’t be sufficient payment this time, Gavin nevertheless didn’t outright refuse the request. That would have been a stupid move with a boyfriend in danger and the Andersons being the best, maybe only, fellow conspirators in Detroit.

“Did you get that, tin can?” the man addressed Evelyn. “You’re going to stay with us for a handful of days.” He grabbed the android by the wrist and dragged her behind him towards the cafeteria. “Come, get a move on! There’s something you’ll need to learn.”

To everyone who had not overheard the conversation the scene looked very much like the Lieutenant having brought a relative to the station today. Already words to the effect of “bastard”, “one-night-stand” and “child support” started floating from desk to desk. In the cafeteria Evelyn got a quick introduction into the art of using the coffee machine from Mr. Reed. She was programmed to experience this either as a game or as being a big girl now, the exact notion probably being the result of a randomizing action triggered in her artificial brain. But in any case learning how make coffee distracted from the realization that the police captain had talked to what had sounded like Lyn’s mother, but she wasn’t coming over to fetch her little girl… So Evelyn wasn’t good enough for her parents, after all. She had failed to be a good girl and didn’t deserve a home. But maybe, if she did the coffee really, really well…? If she could do well in Mr. Reed’s eyes, then she could in anybody’s, right? Maybe…

Meanwhile Connor took his father aside.

“Why them?” he whispered. “We could care for the child short-term with no trouble. Heck, Sumo on his own would make a better foster-parent than these two!”

“Probably”, Hank agreed. “If he remembered back as far as the day when the breeder sold him to me.”

When Connor only shot him a puzzled look, Hank explained: “Would you agree that both Portia Colch and Amanda were demanding “parents”, like tiger moms? See? You nod! Even if you had denied it, I’d known it to be true. Because my parents were of that mettle, too. You and me could empathize with a child facing sky high expectations. Or with a gifted child, who’s piling those expectations upon themselves. What neither of us has lived through, however, is losing our home and family.” Slowly Connor nodded again. The hatred he had received upon first coming to the DPD had been equally bad, of course, but an altogether different experience. To lose a loving home you had to have one in the first place. Like Tina, when her father had hardened his heart against her after his wife had left him. Gavin twice, first when the family had lost their home and a few years later again, while his parents had been in prison. And Daniel when John had ordered a new android including front door delivery and disposal of the old device. Granted, the PL600’s family had not exactly been loving towards their android, but he had delusionally experienced them as such, so for all practical purposes it was the same.

“They know and she knows and if things turn out a certain way, we may not even need to persuade the rest of the Underground Airline that Evelyn deserves to get rescued”, Hank said. “And you better not make me into a fucking grandfather too soon!” he added.

#non sims #sims4 dbh partfive #detroit become human #sims4danielgavin

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yinyangswings · 7 years

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Sunlit Mornings-Tina Goldstein x fem!Reader

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Characters: Tina Goldstein, (Mentioned) Percival Graves, Queenie Goldstein, Newt Scamander, Jacob Kowalski

Pairing: Tina Goldstein x Reader

Notes/Warnings: This is a lesbian relationship. Please keep comments mature. Otherwise, no other warning other than it is nothing but sweet fluff!

Word count: 1490

Imagine: Could you write a porpentina x fem reader headcanon/imagine please? So I wrote an imagine the reader making breakfast and Tina just watching her and recounting how the two met. Basically nothing but sweet, sweet fluff.

Tina slowly awoke to the smell of pancakes and shifted, stretching her leg out to the other side of the bed. To her surprise it was empty and she sat up, blinking sleepily, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

At first her mind drifted to Queenie, and she wanted to scold her sister because it was her turn to make breakfast. But then her sluggish mind reminded her that Queenie had gone over to Jacob’s.

Getting up she ambled out towards the kitchen, rubbing her eyes a bit more before pausing at the kitchen, just observing the scene. You have extreme bedhead, and the large male shirt you would wear to sleep slipped off of one shoulder, baggy socks keeping your feet warm, and you lazily waved your wand with one hand, yawning and scratching your side with the other, making breakfast.

Sunlight streamed into the kitchen lighting everything in a soft glow. She stared at you, all the puzzle pieces seeming to click together ever so slowly.

Tina had never really thought she would find someone to love. She was far too masculine in personality, a ‘career-girl’ as Queenie had kindly put it. Men found her too intimidating…besides the fact she had never really an interest in men, but when it women…it was a different story altogether.

That had been a fun discovery.

It wasn’t any sort of stunning moment where it hit her like a truck. She had had crushes on girls before that…but hadn’t really ever thought much about it. It was just one day, when she was in her final year of school, saw a girl she found attractive, she had paused for a moment in realization.

“Oh…other girls don’t like girls like this, do they?” she thought, almost in amusement.

And that was that.

But, she kept it quiet. In the no-maj world it was illegal. In the Wizarding world, there was more to worry about than those types of relationships, but she didn’t want to deal with explaining it to everyone. The only one who had known was Queenie. She had just smiled, patted her hand and told her ‘you’ll find the one someday! And she’ll steal your heart!’.

But she never thought she would find ‘the one’. She never had those butterflies in the stomach, never had that walking on air moment…at least not how Queenie described it. So instead of enduring years of heartache, she joined the auror program, began her career as an auror, content with that.

She could be content with that.

But then you came along, with glittering (Y/E/C) eyes, a mass of (Y/H/C) curls shortened to a bob smiling brightly as you were introduced as a healer when she had gone to the medical wing.

“Hello, my name’s (Y/N) (L/N). Pleased to meet with you.” You had said with that brilliant smile.

And suddenly she wondered how she had been able to breathe before meeting you.

It hadn’t been easy even after that, Tina mused as she watched you hum to yourself. Finding out whether or not you liked women was hard and terrifying. And she had been petrified when she had asked you out on a date. Because what if… What if you didn’t, what if you were disgusted by the mere idea, what if…

You had replied with a kiss, a teasing smile, biting her bottom lip gently.

“It’s a date.”

And that was that.

Queenie adored you nearly right off the bat, and had decided to tell you that you must have been the one Tina had been thinking so much about. She had wanted to go crawl into a hole, you had laughed and kissed her cheek.

“Well that’s sweet.” You responded and she had groaned in exasperation.

Date nights were walks in the park, finger tips touching so gently, laughing at whatever the conversation was that the two of you were going on about, occasionally eating a hotdog, despite your misgivings.

“It’s not exactly healthy…”

“Now you sound like Queenie.”

She had found out your parents didn’t know who you were. You had been a witch born to no-maj’s…and when they had discovered the gender of who you loved…they had thrown you out, declaring you no longer a part of their family…and crying, you had obliviated them. Laws were laws and no-maj’s couldn’t know about the Wizarding World if there was no magic in the family. You had wondered how her parents would have reacted and Tina had just smiled, pressing a kiss to your head as you to sat curled up on the couch.

“They would have loved you.” She had said softly and that was the first time you had cried in front of her.

She in turn had cried the first time when she had been demoted after the Second Salemers. She had cried because she hadn’t wanted to lose her job, cried because Credence hadn’t deserved it or deserved the abuse he was receiving in that hell of a home.

Cried for so many injustices.

And you held her tightly, running your hand over her head, carding soft fingers through her hair as you whispered soft words of endearment, trying to comfort but unsure how to help.

What were you going to say?

Then Newt Scamander came into her now dreary work life and it had been an interesting experience for the both of you. She said she could handle it, while you worried she was getting into something way over her head.

In a way you had been right, and that was one December she would remember.

She also remembered what you had done in those few days, which was…quite a lot, and when she found out that you, her beautiful, quirky, gentle, with a pretty tinkling laugh (Y/N), had punched Percival Graves for sentencing her to death, she had been surprised and fearful what could happen. When it was discovered it had actually been Grindelwald you had technically punched, she wondered how many ‘cat lives’ (as you had called it once) you had used when so much as punching the dark wizard. At least Percival Graves had found it amusing when he had found out, and you became the only one to have made Percival Graves laugh loudly in public.

When she saw you again, you had quite literally tackled her, kissing her in the middle of the MACUSA main hall for all to see. Because at that moment, you didn’t care. She was alive and that was all you needed.

“Do that again, and I’ll be the one killing you.”

She had laughed when you had threatened her with tears in your eyes before she kissed you back, the promise heard and acknowledged.

And that was that.

“I can feel you staring.” You finally said calmly, breaking her out of her thoughts and leaving her blinking as you looked over your shoulder with a smile on your face and she came over to you sleepily, wrapping your arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder and kissing the crook of your neck gently.

She felt you lean slightly into her hold.

“Morning, hon.”

“Morning…are those pancakes?”

“Mhm…” You hummed, and she smiled, pressing another kiss to your neck. “Can’t have my favorite girl starving, hm?” You asked and she rolled her eyes.

“I’m your only girl.”

“That is true,” you conceded, before smiling, “but I like to spoil you.”

“I know.” She replied gently, watching as you flicked your wand casually, flipping another pancake. A twinge settled in her stomach. Only here could they be this affectionate. They couldn’t so much as kiss outside these walls. How difficult it was to not so much as show how much she loved someone. After all they had been through, didn’t they deserve as much?

Unconsciously her grip tightened around and you noticed it

You were quiet for a moment, before turning around and wrapping your arms around her waist. “I know it bothers you…” you finally said, “that it’s never going to be easy for us in the no-maj world. It’s not going to be easy for us in the wizarding world too…but you know what? Fuck it. I love you. There isn’t a moment I don’t regret meeting you. Good or bad.”

Tina smiled, her eyes watery.

“Oh…you’re not going to cry, are you?” You teased softly, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “You’re going to make me cry too, ya know.”

“No, you moron.”

“Oh you wound me so!” You exclaimed dramatically, smiling as Tina laughed. “I love you…you know that right?”

“I know…and wouldn’t you know it…” Tina muttered pulling you in, breath warming your lips, and as she kissed you, you heard the softest sentence that warmed you right to your pinky toes.

“I love you too.”

And that was that.

#tina goldstein #tina goldstein imagine #tina x reader #porpentina goldstein #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtft #jamfics

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alphabees-writes · 4 years

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Glee - S1 E5 (The Rhodes Not Taken)

Time to swan-dive off of the pinnacle of season 1, head-first into... Whatever this is.

Here’s what you missed on: GLEE!

Oh yeah, invitationals are a thing right now. Can’t wait until those get scrapped.

The autotuning on Finn and Quinn right now is perhaps the worst in the series. Did they do that on purpose so that I’d miss Rachel? Because I don’t!

Santana making jokes about Kurt’s sexuality... Lmao we see right through you hon

“We may have to layer Santana and Mercedes over Quinn’s solo” or... If you KNOW they’ve got more powerful voices... Give one of THEM the solo???

“That Rachel chick makes me want to light myself on fire but she can sing” Is the truest thing Puck’s said up to now

“How about I give Tina a few of her verses?” AGAIN, WILLIAM, WE’VE JUST BEEN THROUGH THIS!

Sign #14 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Why start a glee club when you’ve got no sense of talent?

Good for Finn for telling Mr Schue to back the fuck off of his personal matters, for once

Terri’s stabbing that pie to an after-life death and she’s already had 2 slices and now she’s ordering another. Cravings are one thing but we all know that baby bump’s basically just a couch cushion? Honestly, props to her for being smart enough to own that situation

Sign #15 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: This dumbass guy straight up tells Mr Schue that he’s being held back in high school for YEARS just to stay in VA and his first thought ISN’T to tell somebody about it to inspect the situation. No, his first thought is, “how can I cheat like they are?”

Sign #16 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He told Emma about Quinn’s pregnancy, while rubbing his greasy hands all over her shoulders, with a big smile all over his face. Gross.

Sign #17 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Using Emma to manipulate Finn into prioritising glee over football??????

Nobody believes in the talent of any of these kids who aren’t Rachel and it makes me so god damn sad

This Jacob-interviewing-Rachel scene did NOT age well. Although it’s definitely meant to be creepy...

Why did I never notice how fucked up this scene is before? Jacob, IN FRONT OF SANDY, A STAFF MEMBER, tells Rachel she’s got to strip to get a good review. And then he just... Starts talking about horse dicks...???? Hello? 2009????

How did Finn know Rachel would be in this random classroom

Finn’s a dick for using Rachel’s feelings to manipulate her here. But the thing is, with this season, they’re all still somewhat sympathetic... I still like all of these characters. I hate Rachel, even though I like her, because her entitled attitude makes sense. Finn being so desperate to get Rachel back in glee that he’ll go about it an underhanded way makes sense!

That being said, the chemistry’s real here

Sign #18 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Putting Emma’s job at risk to dig up April’s files just because he knows he can. Using her feelings against her! Is that the theme for this episode? Boooo

What is Ryan Murphy’s fascination with Andrew Cunanan? ...Also, I love that in the universe of glee, there’s a loose implication that Emma Pilsbury is distantly responsible for the death of Gianna Versace. That’s some worldbuilding right there...

Playing Heart Of Glass in the background here is a damn crime, because you know that was a cover just begging to be Quinn Fabray’d...

KRISTIN CHENOWETH!!!!! I don’t care how much they paid her for this, it wasn’t enough

Sign #19 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: When April very blatantly implies that she’s an escort, and expecting for them to sleep together, he says nothing. Wonderful marriage you got there, Will!

Sign #20 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He doesn’t care about the actual wellbeing of the glee kids, and he doesn’t care about April’s struggles, or helping her recover. If he did, he wouldn’t invite her to school without a second thought! She literally doesn’t have a HOME, dude!

All the kids are immediately uncomfortable. Don’t do this to them!!!

Kurt’s genuinely wearing a shirt/blazer combo right now that I swear to god I’ve seen my grandma rock. I wish I was kidding

Cool time to cry while Lea and Kristin both destroy Maybe This Time! Kristin gives it far more depth though, can’t lie. Chills chills chills chills!!!!!

UGH. The way April stops her performance, the lights around her fades, she comes back to reality and you can just feel her realising how badly she’s missed singing... Why did this show have to hire such an icon for such a tiny roll!!!

I’d cry too, Kurt. I’d cry too...

Is huffing upholstery cleaner a real thing? I mean, she says it was the 90′s. Anything’s possible...

Sign #21That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Once he’s forced to come to terms with the fact that April makes the kids uncomfortable, does he ask her to leave them be? No. He tells her to convince them that, yes, they should adore this random woman he pulled off of the streets to take their solos...

And she starts by boozing up Kurt. Leave him alone!!! He doesn’t want to drink his aunt Mildred! His face when he says “that’s fantastic...” is priceless. He’s so naive. Somebody protect him.

Kurt can’t really be into the old-ass dude on that muscle mag cover. And he can’t honestly be walking around with it exposed to the world can he? HIDE YOUR PORN!!!

I forgot about this smuggling scene... Oh my god. She legit sent Tina and Mercedes on a thieving rampage huh!

Tina’s face when she looks at Mercedes... Priceless. I adore her.

And then... The shower scene. Right. ._. I knew there was a reason I really didn’t like April. They’re kids!!!

Sandy sucks. That’s all I have to say about that.

I love that bowling is Finn’s personal remedy for all of life’s stress.

Sign #22 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: The smug look he gives Rachel when he tells her, without actually acknowledging her, that April’s got her part now. He’s clearly rubbing it in, and pretending he’s “excited” to see the play is a load of shit! He’s really SMIRKING because he just upset a teenage girl!

I know we need to let the audience know that Kurt’s drinking a little too much too fast, but he looks like he got that suit from a homeless man who’s twice his size in a fight, which he lost...

“Oh, Bambi... I cried so hard when those hunters shot your mommy........[VIOLENT RETCHING]”

Sign #23 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: April is the only person who could’ve gotten Kurt that drunk and they all know it. That should be enough for him to turn her out the door, at the very least until she’s sobered up completely!!! “I’m so sorry. I’ll talk to him.” Talk to HER first, fuckwit!

Good on Emma for telling him like it fucking is. They’re here to help the kids, that’s that. Why doesn’t he fucking listen?

How is Sandy getting away with just bullying Rachel like this??? She’s a TEENAGER. How has nobody filed a fucking complaint???

April just unabashedly thirsting over high-schoolers in the bathroom? Hello?

Rachel tells it like it is. April’s just fucking things up and she knows it! And now she’s one nudge closer to realising she actually cares about her friends, so that’s nice

“Do I have to put my fingers in the holes?” Wanky

She’s really cosplaying as a sailor for her bowling date with Finn, huh?

I hate how cute Finn and Rachel are here even though I know he’s playing her for her talent...

I want to say “Why are Will and April having such a serious conversation in a BOWLING ALLEY?” But I can buy that she’d only agree to talk if they could do it there

Ok, nope, Will’s just said “I brought you here because I need to talk to you” so he picked the bowling alley. Who the fuck stages a one-man intervention in the middle of a bowling match?

Kristin plays a very convincing addict pretending to agree with an intervention just because the intervention hurts

Seeing her get all emotional at how much Will looked up to her is really making me feel... God damn the talent on this woman

I don’t want to enjoy anything Will Schuester does, but Kristin elevates any cover she touches automatically, so yeah, I love listening to them do Alone. Matt Morrison’s lip-syncing is suuuuuuper off though...

I can physically feel the hold Finn’s got on Rachel’s heart right now. God damn. Also, he’s a bastard for leading her on like this.

The glee kids are all a bunch of dumbies if they can’t tell Quinn’s pregananant and I love them for it. “Lactose intolerant” ??? Really, Kurt?

“I bet you thought Bert and Ernie were just roommates” Puck, at it again with the lines

Kurt’s so excited about the drama? I wonder if it’s because he thinks Finn will leave Quinn because of the baby, like, c’mon he’s got more decency than that

Finn deadass APPLIED for a scholarship? Does anybody else remember this because I sure as hell don’t? I’m pretty sure they never mention it again!!!

Rachel SLAPS THE SHIT out of Finn and nobody so much as looks their way? Not even when she’s yelling at him in the middle of the halls? Ok RIB

“I haven’t been totally honest with you but that’s different from lying” Is it. Finn? Is it...?

Honestly, I can’t blame Rachel for leaving glee now. Me too sis.

Oh my god Sue’s taking down a glee flyer but puts it back up the second she sees Rachel... Priceless

Did Sue just... Technically give Rachel the position of arts administrator?

I love seeing all the glee kids in their cowboy digs. Kurt and Finn are nailing those hats.

Sign #24 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He watches April literally KISS Puck and doesn’t immediately kick her out??? HELLO???

Sign #25 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Emma tells Will that April was 1) drunk driving and 2) nearly RAN! HER! OVER! In the parking lot! And he still lets her go on for a number! What the FUCK!

Netflix subtitles are describing Figgins as “EMCEE” but... We know who he is!

I don’t know my last name either, April... I really don’t.

I hate how genuinely into the cowboy outfits I am. They’re all so cute??? ESPECIALLY Quinn. And Kurt. And Brittany. Be still my pansexual heart

For a second I thought Finn was doing the royal wave, like wow, how much time have you spent with Kurt, my guy???

Oh, NOW Will’s stopping her? Yeah, you’re such a hero. Just about a week too late.

April really breaks my heart here. For now, she’s a real sweetheart... “You won’t let what happened to me ever happen to any of them” OUCHIE...

Sign #26 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Once he’s done with April, he just completely gives up trying to help her at all

They’re all so cute, getting ready for the next act and bonding... Kurt’s doing Santana’s make up and she’s smiling at him, Quinn’s doing Finn’s tie, Tina and Mercedes are just giggling together... Pure.

At least Mr Schue has the decency to admit that he screwed up by bringing April into the club.

Rachel ex Machina!!!

“I realised being a star doesn’t make me feel as special as being your friend,” she says, before forgetting that lesson for several seasons

Why do they have a costume set aside for Rachel? They didn’t start planning this until after Rachel quit, I don’t think?

AMBER! SMASHING! THAT! NOTE!!!

Oh shit, Artie does play the guitar more than once. Look at him go!

So, there’s an episode. April certainly isn’t my favourite guest star character, but Kristin Chenoweth does the absolute most. Always.

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