#Connor deserves some attention

[moeblob]

I’d just like to say thank you for drawing Gavin and Chris being friends. Definitely an underrated pair and I’m so happy that art of them exists. Makes my day to see them honestly.

Also, please make more because this fandom definitely needs it 💕

OH HELL YEAH that's some of my favorite stuff to draw for DBH tbh! There is something so charming about unhinged coworker dynamics... I say this as someone who has been the unhinged coworker and someone who has heard unhinged coworkers.

Thank you so much though! I'm glad you've enjoyed what I have so far! I will say that while I didn't have the energy to draw it yesterday for Halloween, the idea that I had was them just alternating who got to wear the Ghostface mask. (I have never seen any of the Scream movies but I do know that there's not a Singular Ghostface, but multiple people)

Like someone would walk past Gavin's desk and he's just on his phone not looking up while Chris is making a work call - wearing the mask. Then five minutes later Chris tosses it over saying he needs some air and Gavin wears it. But the fact it was Halloween nobody really clocks the swap at first just "wow I am REALLY tired I thought it was the other one wearing it. I must really need coffee" and then half an hour passes and they've swapped who's wearing it again.

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An Inch Away From More Than Just Friends

Paige Bueckers x reader

Your ex-boyfriend is quite literally the smallest man who ever lived, and Paige is there to pick up the pieces

Themes: Heavy smut, angst, happy ending <3, friends to lovers

Word count: 3k

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“And you deserve prison, BUT. YOU. WON’T. GET. TIME!” you scream-sing, each word punctuated with a hand slapping the table loudly. Tears fall down your face and you let out a ragged breath, attempting to quell your rage and anguish.

Your stupid ass, idiot of a boyfriend, Connor, had cheated on you with some tramp from Florida, of all places. And he had subsequently dumped you over text, attaching a picture of the girl sucking his cock.

You wanted to murder him. Slowly. With a knife. 

Here you sat, though, after the shock of that text message wore off, sobbing at your kitchen table to Taylor Swift. Your life felt like a terrible sitcom. 

He was your first boyfriend. You didn't really date much in high school. The boys were immature and gross, and the girls were too intimidating to approach in a flirty way. You just wanted to feel wanted, sick of constantly being the third wheel with your friends.

Despite getting broken up with out of the blue, you knew why Connor had done it. It was the reason for your countless arguments you had suffered through the last year.

Paige Bueckers.

Paige was your best friend, and Connor had absolutely loathed her from the moment you had introduced the two blondes. 

Your boyfriend had always been slightly possessive; it was one of the things that had initially attracted you to him. You had always craved an intense and all consuming love, and at first, you had thought you'd gotten that. But fate was tempted as you and Paige grew closer.

As the song you’ve had on repeat restarts for the hundredth time, you recall your last argument. It wasn’t difficult considering it happened just a few days ago. 

You and Paige were hanging out in your apartment like you did frequently. Laying side by side on your bed, a movie played on the TV, sending flickering lights through the dark room. You were both exhausted from the week, but each other’s presence produced a calm energy that washed over all of the stress you had been feeling.

Your legs are tangled up with Paige’s, and your head is nestled in the crook of her neck. The movie is long forgotten, as you relish in the presence of your best friend. She hums in content at your closeness, enjoying your company just as much as you.

You can actually feel your heart cry, realizing that you couldn’t get any closer to the blonde girl. 

You had been having several realizations the last few months: Your fondness for UConn’s favorite star was more than just friendly. Unfortunately, you were pretty sure that Connor had also picked up on this. And if this helpless little crush of yours continued, you’d be in deep shit. 

Contemplating your situation, Paige nudges into you, catching your attention. 

“I can literally hear the wheels in your head turning. Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby?” Paige teases softly.

Baby. 

Your heart flutters, as it always did when she called you little pet names.

You shrug, the movement slightly jostling Paige.

“Just dealing with some stuff,” you mumble, a feeble attempt to minimize what you were feeling. It's not like you could tell her anyway.

Before Paige can goad you into revealing more, the door to your bedroom is ripped open, hitting the wall with a slam and reverberating through the apartment. 

“I fucking knew it!” Connor shouted, pointing at you and Paige. His face was screwed up into an ugly expression of contempt.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Paige yells back, as you simultaneously shout, “Connor you can't just barge in here. That’s so fucking rude.”

“Stay away from my girlfriend, you nasty, little bitch,” Connor sneers meanly. Paige’s eyebrows furrow at this, standing in front of him to look him in the eye.

You try to stifle a laugh as Paige gets in your boyfriend’s face; she was two inches taller than him, and she never let him forget it. 

“I don’t know about ‘little,’” she retorts with a smug expression on her face.

Enraged, Connor spins around, stomping out of the room, kicking your couch on his childish rampage out.

Your breathing is irregular as you try to slow your heart rate. Sobs are already bubbling up inside your chest, threatening to seep through the cracks that Connor had left once more. 

Paige pulls you into her lap, cradling you against her chest in a desperate attempt to comfort you. Little did she know, her touch was all you really needed. 

You are pulled back into the present, feeling empty without Paige. Tears roll down your cheeks and your bottom lip wobbles. You felt like you were never really present anymore; walking through life in a daydream. Pictures of Paige constantly filled your brain, and you knew the unrequited feelings would be much more painful than the harsh termination of your and Connor’s relationship. 

Fuck. You were down bad. 

You take to your couch with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Those were two guys you knew would never fail you. You allow yourself to rot the day away. Episode after episode plays, but you are barely paying attention. You feel like screaming, the feeling of desperation wrestling with your typical sense of composure. 

Your vision slides over to the top of your fridge, where an impressive amount of alcohol sits.

‘Perfect. I can't pine when I’m black out drunk,’ you think miserably. 

You were so, so wrong. 

An hour later you were dancing around in nothing but one of Paige’s shirts and your underwear, using a large bottle of tequila as a microphone. You were usually a quiet roommate, but the empty apartment was the perfect excuse to let out all the emotions you had been holding in for months. 

You were so engrossed in your performance, you miss Paige walking in. When you finally turn to face her in a dramatic spin, hair flying everywhere, you gasp in shock. 

Paige is grinning. “Havin’ fun, babe?” she questions, clearly amused by your drunken antics.

You were too inebriated to feel embarrassed, and you nod with a bright smile. You thrust the bottle towards the blonde, encouraging her to join in your fun. 

“Oh, what the hell,” Paige concedes, taking the bottle and lifting it up to her mouth in a way that had you suddenly feeling sticky. 

She was sinful when she was drunk. It was not your fault that you wanted the clingy Paige that accompanied large amounts of alcohol. 

You spend the next hour taking turns sipping from the bottle, enjoying the feverish burning in your belly that follows each swallow. It doesn’t take much time for Paige to catch up to you, and you know she’s tipsy once she pulls you into her lap and starts drawing shapes onto your thighs. A quiet moan escapes from your lips at her touch; her fingers were fucking magic. 

You turn to face Paige, straddling her on your couch. The tequila in your system was making you bolder than the blonde was accustomed to you being, but she welcomed it. Now face to face, with nothing but your flimsy panties in between Paige’s muscular leg and your slick center, you gaze at her with heavy lidded eyes.

She was so pretty, and her eye contact made you bashful. Breaking away from the heat of those blue eyes, you wrap your arms around her neck in a huge hug, causing Paige to let out a small chuckle at your affection.

You were nothing if not candor whilst drunk, so Paige is hardly surprised when you slur, “Connor hated how I look at you. That’s why he broke up with me.”

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Paige murmurs, “How do you look at me?”

“Like you hung the fuckin’ moon,” you sigh dreamily, the tequila making you feel warm and fuzzy.

“Oh, really, baby?” Paige questions, her voice growing deeper as you tilt your hips against her thigh once more in an attempt to feel some relief. Her presence was overwhelming your senses, and there was fire deep in your abdomen that was raging.

 You forget to respond to her, too distracted from the way her leg felt so damn good against your clothed pussy. Attempting to lessen some of the desire building up inside you, you experimentally roll your hips, letting out a lustful whine as you realize how good it feels. 

Paige is momentarily stunned at your boldness before she grabs your chin, tilting it up to meet her eyes that were full of want. Your pupils are blown, the irises just a small ring at this point, and she questions if you really want to do this. 

Well obviously.

You nod your head, unsure if you had any words in you to describe just how badly you wanted Paige to fuck you.

“Baby, use your words,” Paige drawls. The huskiness of the term of endearment has you panting, and you struggle to moan out a “Yes, please just fuck me, P.”

That was all Paige needed. She places her hands underneath your ass, and lifts you up, carrying you towards your bedroom. You wrap your legs around her toned figure and meet her lips in a searing kiss. 

In a second, it feels like all the shittiness has evaporated away, leaving you feeling reborn and renewed. Paige was a fucking drug to you, and you needed another hit. 

Setting you down on your bed, Paige wastes no time stripping you of your oversized t-shirt, leaving you in your cotton panties that were now completely soaked. She swirls two fingers across the drenched fabric, smirking to herself that she was able to have such an effect on you. You whine at her deliberate actions and pout like a child who wasn’t getting their way. Paige laughs at your desperation and kisses the pout right off of your lips, licking into your mouth with fervor. 

You tug at her shirt, wanting her to be as bare as you were, and she quickly slips it over her head, throwing it onto the floor. There was still an imbalance of clothing between the two of you, and you finger the waistband of Paige’s sweatpants, wanting to see every bit of her. 

Shaking her head fondly at your blatant lack of shame, she gets off of the bed and shimmies out of her pants, leaving her in just a sports bra and those boxers you loved a little too much. From where you were still sitting on the bed, you shamelessly let your eyes rake over her toned figure. She was stunning, and you felt pride well up inside you, knowing you were finally going to have sex with the tall blonde.

It almost made the years of pining worth it. 

“This better?” Paige asks, gesturing towards her body, and you giggle in response. 

She climbs back onto the bed, a knee placed between your parted thighs and presses it against your soaked heat. You let out another loud moan at the contact, and your back arches off the bed from the pleasure. 

There are no thoughts in your tipsy, drunk-in-love brain, and it shows. You’re mumbling in tangents, now, pleading with Paige to do more. 

She finally concedes and goes to take off your panties. She’s being a little tease, slowly dragging them down your legs, while keeping intense eye contact with you. You are pretty sure the act makes your pussy drip even more. 

Placing a leg over her shoulder, Paige opens you up and takes a second to admire the gleaming wet folds that were hers and only hers. You tremble under her stare, feeling deliciously vulnerable in a way that makes you want to submit to her every whim. 

She inches closer to your pussy, pressing hot kisses all along your inner thighs. You revel in the buildup of it, trying to avoid being pushy. To no avail, your hips jut forward, slightly humping the air in an attempt to get some release. 

Coming back up to nip your earlobe playfully, Paige whispers sensually, “Gotta be a good girl for me.” 

You try to respond, but her use of the phrase ‘good girl’ makes the words catch in your throat. She resumes her kisses, trailing them down your throat to your chest, where she takes a detour in favor of showing your pretty, peaked nipples some attention. 

Another whine leaves your lips like a prayer, as Paige leaves love bites over your tits. That would look like a damn masterpiece in the morning, and you’re already planning to take a Polaroid picture of you topless, covered in Paige’s hickeys. 

Finally, she trails back down your stomach, fingers ghosting over your skin and leaving behind thousands of goosebumps in their wake. Your skin felt like it was on fire. 

“Please, Paigey. Need you, baby,” you whimper brokenly, begging for some respite from the torturous teasing. 

Paige gives in, dying to taste to you, and she licks a fat stripe on your pussy, starting at your dripping hole and ending in a tantalizing circle at your clit. Your hands fly to her head, trying not to pull at her hair too much. 

She inserts her middle finger into you, drawing another slutty moan from your lips as she pumps into you vigorously. 

There really is no way to describe just how good she is making you feel. The past six months of sex with Connor had been passionless and repetitive. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to go without this again. 

Paige inserts another finger in your pussy with a smirk and continues to pummel them against your g-spot. The pressure in the pit of your belly was already building, and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you exploded. Paige had taken a break from eating you out to kiss you once more, wanting you to taste your sweet wetness on her lips. It was possibly the hottest thing you had ever done, and the act pushes you closer to the finish line. 

“Gonna cum, Paigey,” you moan wantonly, your thighs twitching and your back arching once more. The tequila in your system causing you to act especially debauched. 

Paige loves it. 

“C’mon, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me,” she moans in response against your soaked pussy, and you fall apart instantaneously. 

High pitched whines and moans fill your bedroom as Paige continues thrusting her fingers in and out of you, slowing down as you ride out your high. If it wasn’t for the alcohol, you would be embarrassed with yourself, but there was no thought of that. 

You needed to taste Paige. 

Once Paige pulls out of you, licking her fingers off as if she was starved, you reattach your lips feverishly. You taste so good, but you are dying to know what she tastes like, and without warning, you strip the rest of her clothes off. 

She lays her head on your mountain of pillows, blonde hair fanning in all directions. You can see the heaving of her chest, already anticipating your touch. Her lips are swollen in a way that’s positively sinful, and you think you’ve never seen anyone look as beautiful as Paige does right now. 

Straddling her, you lean in to suck at the soft skin underneath her left ear, pulling out moan after moan that went right to your still-buzzing pussy. 

Trailing down to her tits, you knead one before attaching your hot mouth to the other, swirling your tongue around it and then nipping it experimentally. 

“Fuck, babe. Please. Can’t do more teasing,” Paige grits out, trying to maintain some semblance of control. 

Just as yours had, Paige’s hips squirm, and you grin up at her. You press kisses across her toned abdomen, mentally noting that her abs would be nice to ride another time, and finally settle at the opening of her legs. 

Spreading her open, you gaze upon her glistening wetness momentarily before diving in. You could not possibly wait another second to taste her. 

You two both moan at the contact, sending muffled vibrations against Paige’s pussy that brings forth a second, louder groan of pleasure. 

Wanting to make her feel so, so good, you plunge two fingers into her sopping wetness, while flicking the tip of your tongue across her clit repeatedly without ceasing. 

It had been awhile since you had eaten another girl out, but it came back to you immediately; it was like riding a bike. 

Paige’s moans fill the room, and you think you could die there happily. You’re unrelenting. The combination of three of your fingers and that lavicious tongue of yours soon has Paige panting out, “fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.” 

She rides out her orgasm, switching between moaning your name and naughty words that have you immediately wanting to do a second round. 

You pull your fingers out of her wetness, making a show of licking them off in front of her before meeting her in an erotic kiss.

You lay back on your pillows, stifling your sighs and calming the beat of your heart from what you had just done with your best friend. You look over at her, hoping and praying that the sex you just had wouldn’t ruin your friendship. 

Paige bites her lip, in a not so great attempt at hiding a smile, and pecks you on the lips. “That was way better than that fuckhead, Connor, right?” She was smug as hell. But she was not wrong.

“Considering his dick was three inches, uh yeah,” you laugh. “But joking aside, you were amazing.”

“Just glad I could make my girl feel better,” she replies.

“I’m your girl?” you ask, cheeks ablaze in a fiery heat of desire.

“You are now,” Paige chuckles, interlocking your pinkies together in an earnest proclamation of affection. 

You were hers, and she was yours. 

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Don't Mess With Demeter

Luke Castellan x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Day One Prompt: "That was good work."

Summary: Travis and Connor Stoll like to cause problems. Fortunately, having Luke Castellan for a boyfriend can help take the sting out of dealing with those problems.

Word Count: 1,802

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: Happy spooky season everyone!

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"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU TWO!"

My eyes snapped open at the screeching sound coming from just outside my cabin. I rolled out of bed quickly, hustling to the front door in my pajamas, to find Katie Gardner absolutley fuming in the front doorway. Her fists were clenched as she started at someone beyond the cabin door, the early morning light giving her silhouette a rosy glow.

I hadn't had a chance to look at the clock, but clearly it was much too early on a Saturday for me to be dealing with this. Unfortunately for me, as the head counselor for the Demeter cabin, I didn't actually have a choice.

I followed Katie as she stormed outside, in hot pursuit of whoever had gotten on her bad side. As she stepped further into the light, I realized she was absolutley dripping wet, and the most likely series of events clicked into my head at the exact same time I heard the Stolls cackle.

Damned Hermes kids. I knew better than to expect them to ever stop pranking us completely, especially since Travis seemed to use it as a way to flirt with Katie, but did they have to do it so early in the morning?

By the time I cleared the Demeter cabin's front steps, Katie had already chased the Stolls halfway across the lawn full of cabins, shouting and hurling seed packets at them as she went. With a little Demeter magic, she made the packets explode as soon as they got close enough to the Stolls. For the sake of every single camper still asleep, I needed to put a stop to this sooner than later.

I snatched up my own handful of seeds that had been sitting outside the cabin, then took off after Katie, Connor, and Travis. The Stolls kept cutting back and forth across the grass, Katie always a few steps behind them, which made it much easier for me to catch up to the trio by skipping the zig zags. Connor made it almost to the treeline of the forest before apparently remembering he might not want to take a fight with a Demeter kid into the woods, so he came to a screeching halt. Travis, who'd had his head turned to grin at Katie, ran right into his back. The two went toppling to the ground, and when I finally reached them, Katie had her arm pulled back to annihilate the brothers with whatever she managed to grow out of all the seeds she'd grabbed.

"Nope!" I cried, using one hand to stop Katie from following through on her throw while I scattered my own seeds with the other. A little concentration and a wave of my hand later, some flowers had sprouted and wrapped lightly around the Stolls' legs, keeping them in place at least for the moment. I turned my attention fully to Katie again.

She scolwed me, her half-dry hair and near-growling tone giving her quite a wild look.

"What are you doing? I had them!"

"Katie, as much as I get where you're coming from, I can't let you make the Stolls into living tress."

"Why not? They deserve it! It'd finally stop them from showing up at our cabin at five in the morning on a Saturday just to mess with us!" I grimaced. I knew it was early, but 5am... oof. "See! You know I'm right."

I sighed. "While my regular camper heart might agree with you, since my alarm was you screaming thanks to their prank... my senior counselor brain is reminding me we don't get to kill the other campers, even when they might deserve it. Sorry, Katie."

"So what, they just get away with it? Like nothing ever happened?"

"No, definitley not." I turned to the Stolls again, hands on my hips. They'd both managed to get about halfway out of my flower trap, but they froze on the spot when they noticed my attention on them. "What do you think, boys? You drove a daughter of Demeter to a murderous rage. I think that's gonna take quite a bit to make up for it."

They both sighed, relaxing back against the ground as they shared a look. They communicated silently for a few moments, Travis opening his mouth to say something before Connor held up a hand. Finally, Connor turned back to me.

"We'll take her stable cleaning chores for the week," he said. Katie and I scoffed in sync.

"Nice try, Connor. How about this? Both of you take all of Katie's chore spots for the next week, and I'll schedule you a few extra rotations in the stables, since you seemed so willing to take over there. And if you wake me up this early in the morning by going after one of my siblings again, I might just roll over and go back to sleep while Katie takes care of the problem for me."

Travis huffed, flopping onto his back on the ground, and Connor narrowed his eyes at me.

"That seems a little harsh."

"Oh, by all means. Let me wake you up at five tomorrow with screaming and a run and see how you feel about it."

"Fine. Message recieved," he huffed, rolling his eyes. I waved my hand to free them both from the flower trap and they stood. They made it all the way to the door of the Hermes cabin, Travis shooting a wink at Katie as he went, before Connor paused and turned back to me. "We'll make sure to schedule our pranks in the late morning from now on."

The grin those two gave me before ducking through the door was mischief incranate, but I just sighed. Now that the crisis had been dealt with, all I wanted was to go back to sleep.

"I'm going to kill them," Katie huffed from beside me. I turned to her with a lopsided smile.

"Even Travis?"

"Of course Travis! Why would you even ask me that?" I raised an eyebrow at her, and despite her scowl, she blushed furiously. "Oh, shut up! A traitor in my own house..."

She shook her head, grumbling as she headed back to our cabin without looking back at me. I just grinned as I watched her go. As much as she liked to complain about the Stolls, I'd seen her shoulder to shoulder having the time of her life with them too many times to believe she really hated them. Travis especially.

The sound of a door opening and closing drew my attention away from Katie and back to the Hermes cabin. I got ready to hurl another handful of seeds if the Stolls had decided to pick possibly the worst time ever to show their faces again, but instead, I got a much nicer surprise. Luke, my boyfriend and the head counselor of the Hermes cabin, wandered out in a camp t-shirt and his pajama pants, his hair a delightfully ruffled mess.

"Hey," he called as he walked towards me. "Any idea why the Stolls just came running into my cabin muttering and plotting?"

"Is that not just the base state of Hermes kids?"

"Very funny," he huffed, and I grinned.

"They dumped a bucket of water on Katie's head this morning. I woke up to her screaming bloody vengance, and just managed to catch them before she got her revenge. In the interest of keeping the peace, I gave them all her chore spots in exchange for Katie not attacking them. Then I made sure they knew I wasn't going to get up to save them next time if something happened before nine am."

Luke laughed, pulling me in close for a hug as he finally reached me. I let him, leaning into his chest and sighing in the now-peaceful morning.

"You know they're just going to wait until about five minutes after nine now, right?"

"Yeah."

"As long as you're prepared. Still. That was good work." He pulled back with a smile, then leaned in as if to kiss me. I leaned back, putting a hand on his chest to stop him, and he frowned.

"Kisses are for boyfriends who don't abandon me to deal with his problem-children on my own. At five in the morning."

Luke huffed a laugh before pulling me back into his chest. I let him, although I put up a little resistance just to make my point.

"Hm. I don't suppose there's anything I can do to make it up to you? Get back in your good graces?"

"I don't know, Castellan. Connor and Travis made me run at five in the morning."

"Oh, it's Castellan now, is it?"

"Mhm."

"Alright. What if... I put together an extra-special date for us tonight? Something romantic, relaxing, and maybe even a little magical. Would that get me back in your good graces?"

I hummed pretending to think about it. Luke kissed the top of my head, then pulled back again enough to look me in the eye. He raised an eyebrow.

"Well?"

"I guess that might work. Depending on just how relaxing and romantic said date is."

"Oh, I can promise you right now, it'll be the most romantic and the most relaxing. And even better, I'll make sure nobody can interrupt us with camp problems, pranks, or anything else for the rest of the night."

"You really think you can make that happen?" I asked, letting the skepticism creep into my voice. By virtue of being two of the oldest campers who'd also been here close to the longest, we got roped into everything. Luke just grinned back at me, a little bit of his family resemblance to the Stolls creeping through via the glint in his eyes.

"I really think I can."

I grinned, dropping the huffy act and leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Well, good. Because after this morning, I need a night like that with my favorite person."

"So I take it I'm at least mostly off the hook?"

"Mostly. All the way if and when we get our peaceful night tonight."

"Can't wait."

We shared a smile, then Luke leaned in to kiss me, and this time I let him. Despite the early hour, the moment alone with the camp so quiet as the sun rose over Long Island Sound was actually pretty nice. After a moment, though, I pulled back, and Luke and I shared a sigh.

"You wanna head to breakfast while we can still get away with sitting at the same table? Before the rest of the campers show up?"

"Always," he said, smiling again and taking my hand in his. The two of us headed off to the dining pavilion together, taking the rare opportunity to enjoy a peaceful morning together. Would I have preferred to still be asleep right now? Sure. But if I couldn't get that, then a nice, quiet morning with Luke wasn't a bad second option.

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All I Want Is You (R.R.)

Summary: Roman learning to heal through the pain and eventually realizing he’s capable of so much more than just being a Roy. He learns to love and laugh and eventually gets married! 

Warning: Mentions of Logan's death, Roman's insecurity, and one mentions of his eating disorder. GN! Reader except literally one line just hinting.

A/N: I had this idea of calling Roman "Roro" and it turned into this. I just love him so much, he deserves the world.

Nicknames had been spilling from your mouth all day, you loved to annoy Roman. Calling him any and everything, “Pookie, honey, Romey bear,” especially in front of board members. You loved to rile him up, he’d sometimes lash out but for the most part he’d play it up. Following you around calling you equally embarrassing nicknames, it had become a game of sorts. Trying to see who could embarrass the other worse.

You’d have a sickening display of affection as you feed him an hors d’oeuvre at some company party.  Whispering how “sweet your love bug was for you,” Gerri would clear her throat asking to pull Roman aside. They’d talk in hushed tones as he sighs and comes back to you. Muttering a half-assed apology but he has something urgent to take care of. You usher him away, knowing he’s here on business and not to entertain you even though he promised you’d have his undivided attention. 

You muck around taking a champagne glass joining Willa and Connor in a conversation about cryogenics. You pretend you’re interested, nodding your head as you tip your head back gulping the alcohol. It was going to be a long night.

You drink a couple more glasses before leaving them, walking toward a window to watch the view. You couldn’t even remember where you were. Roman had told you to pack a bag and an hour later you were shoved into a private plane. He was too busy talking logistics to inform you of where you were going or what you were doing. 

Cousin Greg tries to make conversation, asking some absurd question you’d probably see in a “how to make friends” blog. You relent because watching Greg squirm is entertaining. You answer asking him an equally absurd question, watching as he juggles the question in his head as he stumbles over his words. Your gaze unlike most people doesn’t move from his face, you like the way it makes people nervous. He gives you a non-answer mostly just stuttering noises as his eyes dart around the room for an escape. His eyes landed on Tom before excusing himself. 

You can’t help but chuckle, Roman walks up to you. What the fuck was that all about? Was Greg trying to put the moves on you? He laughs but a piece of himself feels uneasy. He never likes the feeling of falling which is why he never allows himself to feel it. He’s always surrounded himself with faux relationships, ones he could pull around the room as arm candy to appease his father. Not that he was ever happy with Roman’s endeavors or conquests.

But you were different. You had this ability to pull him apart like a lobster at dinner. You broke him limb from limb, throwing the pieces of shell in the garbage as you exposed the soft tender meat of his heart. He’s panicked, panicked that you can be ripped away from his hands like his favorite toy. Panicked that he’ll have to watch his dad stomp on the piece of plastic destroying you into a million little pieces. He doesn’t think he’d recover if you left so he stays cowering in the back of his cage. 

Slowly you unravel Roman, even when he asks stupid questions. You let him win on most occasions, you want seafood for dinner but he wants steak? Steak it is. Something about being with you is everything he’s ever wanted and not just because you let him win. You made him feel something he’d never was allowed to.

His father never had high hopes for Roman’s partner. However he didn’t feel any particular way about you. Didn’t say some mean comment, didn’t embarrass you in private, he watches you with a scrutinizing gaze but you don’t buckle. You had nothing to hide because to the Roys you were just another fling. 

To Roman however you were everything. You were the reason he wanted to wake up in the morning, you were the reason he stopped counting calories as he joined you in a midnight ice cream snack. Laughing as he smears ice cream across your face because you called him your “precious little prince.” He tells you to fuck off, rolling his eyes as his ears turn red. Blood rushing up his face at all your praises. He was so unused to it, unused to the feeling of someone being proud of him. 

You were never shy with Roman, always showing him off. Calling him your trophy husband as you twirl him around. Slapping his ass on the airplane, joking that his was better than yours.You show him off with pride to your parents, after you’d mentioned they were at the same restaurant as you were. He noticed their judging gazes, recognizing his face from the newspaper but you beamed. Holding his hand tight, teeth on full display as you press yourself into him, cheek resting on his shoulder as your parents say something you’re not paying attention to. 

Roman doesn’t know how to act, he’d never made it to this stage. Most people weren’t willing to accept someone with sexual trauma, always leaving him because he was too emotionally scarred. They’d always give him the line that they weren’t fulfilled but you were always willing to wait. So he nods, cracking an occasional joke until you’re waving goodbye on the sidewalk and you follow him into the Escalade. 

You help him through the after effects of a panic attack. He’d never done that, never really cared what people thought of him unless he could benefit in some way. So teary eyes, that he tries to pretend is caused by the window cracked open, he asks how that was. He looks away afraid of what you might say, afraid that you might end it right there because your parents hate him. 

“Roro, I could give a flying fuck what they think. All I want is you, okay?” You try to reassure, reaching for his hand. He blinks away the tears, silently nodding. Someone wanted him? Even when he’s wholly broken, even when he can’t fulfill every boyfriend duty, even when he has to abandon you at boring parties? He’s afraid of the feeling in his chest, it feels like he just jumped off the balcony of his penthouse, free falling, waiting to hit the ground. He shoves away the feeling of doubt and plays those words over and over again in his head, a small smile forming as he stares at the city passing by. 

He lets himself grow attached to the silly nicknames, attached to the feel of your skin under his hand, the feeling of his fingers running through your hair, the way you massage his scalp, the way you hold him in bed. Your sleepy eyes blinking at him as you whisper a new nickname before cuddling into his chest. 

He liked the domesticity of you in his apartment, he’d usually feel disgusted only ever liking the feeling of being alone. But somewhere he grows accustomed to the way you leave your shoes at the entrance, seeing your toothbrush next to his, and even though he complains, the way you take half of his closet. He liked seeing your clothes together, promising he’d either upgrade the closet to fit both your needs fully or buy a new penthouse. He wanted you to have a say in the building, he was ready to let go of his “bachelor” pad, wanting you in every trace of the new home. Wanting you to be in the fiber of the new apartment so even if you left he could never forget what you shared. 

Soon enough the Roys lump you in with Roman like you’d always belonged. You were practically married without the certificate, Logan would give Roman shit about it. Telling him you were a fine piece of ass and that he should lock you down before you realized the mistake you made. 

In all of Roman’s sureness the doubt creeps in but you’re there through his fathers death. You’re there to console him and let him cry. You let him be vulnerable in a way he was never allowed, never judging, just reassuring. You’re there when Gojo buys Waystar. You’re there to enjoy him even when he’s lost. When he realizes that all his sacrifices were for nothing and that his entire being was bullshit. 

“But you’re not bullshit to me,” you whisper. Forehead leaning on his back as you hug his abdomen. He lets himself be held, no quip on his lips as he leans into your hold.

“Roman… it’s just you and me forever and always,” you finalize. You knew in your heart it was always Roman. You were two broken puzzle pieces that somehow fit together and in your brokenness you made each other better. In your time together he transformed into the phoenix you knew he was. He opened his eyes to the abuse he endured and refused to continue the cycle. 

You spent almost a year on a self healing journey, traveling the world together now that he had stopped nipping at your hand. He let you pull him out of the cage and he was free, completely free. He was fearless to love, you both relished in your time together even though his smart mouth got ahead of him sometimes. You find ways to be intimate figuring each other out. You live in the ups and downs of the relationship. Realizing that he never needed to be in a loveless marriage like his parents. 

He proposes unsurprisingly to everyone. The Roys finally have something to look forward to in the life of mundane nothingness. They Pat him on the back for ‘finally not being an idiot and making the right decision.’ He surprisingly offers to take your name, says he’s ready to shed the Roy name and try out a new skin. Kendall calls him a cuck for even suggesting it, that was his legacy after all. They might not have the company but they’d always have the name and blood. You knew Roman wasn’t serious, knew that calling you a Roy would elate his little heart so you deny him. 

The word fiancé is always at the tip of his tongue, he loves the word. Loves that he’s finally able to say it. When you become his wife he becomes unbearable but you’re the same. Going to restaurants and talking about the “ole ball and chain” making him late when in fact, it was him fixing his hair that made you late. Nonetheless you whip your hand around showing off your wedding ring set at everyone that glances at you, holding your head high as you walk with him. Roman was yours and you were his and somewhere you forgot where he ends and you begin. 

—side story—

You notice the way his eyes light up when you call him ‘Roro’ because no one has ever called him that, so it was special to you.  Also because he remembers the day in the Escalade when you didn’t outright but basically admitted your love for him. His siblings take to jokingly calling you Scooby Doo because he was 

“Roro Roy” to you. It starts after you ask him to pass the salt, “Roro, pass me that please.” The Roy siblings turn to look at you and Roman. They were used to your nickname antics, sometimes jumping in with their nasty names but this was new. Seeing Roman beat red as you kiss his temple, unaware of Shiv and Kendall’s knowing smiles. Connor looking at Roman with a small smile before turning back to Willa.

“Roro raggy, Roro shit the bed” Kendall would joke in a fake accent, that just sounds horrible. The table laughs, including you.

Roman quips back something stupid but you were happy. Happy that you had a nickname and that you were a part of their lives. That Roman gets to be an uncle to Shiv’s little boy. 

[faeriekit]

"It's so hard to teach kids consent 🥺" WRONG! Library books be upon ye!

Yes Means Yes, by Elaine Tai: "The various, "everyday" scenarios include the desire to touch someone's hair, play that can frustrate or hurt someone, and how someone might feel uncomfortable being touched or approached. Children will learn the importance of using their voice and listening when others use theirs, and parents can use the scenes as a foundation for further conversation."

Connor Kissed Me, by Zehava: "After Connor kisses Miriam on the playground, she tells a number of people who have differing reactions to the incident, until her mother encourages her to listen to and stand up for her own feelings."

Talking to kids about important topics goes way easier when you give them a basic expectation of what these experiences and situations might look like!

Additionally:

Emphasize to children that barring all necessary medical or safety interventions, their body belongs to them, and shouldn't be touched without permission. Yes, this does mean the conversation about vaccinations is going to take longer than usual. Consider it a trade-off.

Emphasize the affirmation, not the rejection! Sometimes people say no, and we respect that, and sometimes friends say YES to hugs and cheek kisses, and we get to share that with them!

There are plenty of alternatives to hugs and kisses! Don't want a hug? How about a high five? How about a pinky-promise? If you can't hold hands, why don't you hold onto my jacket, or I can hold onto your sleeve? Teaching kids how to ask for and offer alternatives when their peer says "No" goes a long way.

Encourage little kids not to keep "body secrets" at the request of others from their parents. If someone is asking them to hide something about their body from their parent, that's a huge concern.

Ask before hugging. Ask before kissing. Make other adults— yes, even nosy relatives—ask your child before a hug or a kiss. You can even model asking for physical affection with the co-parent if you have one. Modeling respect is worth it.

Lots of daycares are working harder to teach consent to younger children at younger ages. Some daycares are very proactive. Some are not. If you are in a position where you are interviewing multiple facilities about whether or not to place your child there, it's something that you can ask. "Do you have a stance on hugging between children, or between children and adults? What does it look like? Do you encourage boundary setting?"

And I like to think that we're beyond telling children that their bullies are secretly interested in them or want their attention but stop telling children that the other children who are harassing them are showing interest. 🔪 Stop it.

Children deserve safe, strong, respected boundaries! 🫂

[ersatz-ostrich]

Obvious

Gavin Reed x gn!Detective!reader

Hank isn't looking forward to working with you and Detective Reed on the scene of a murder. However, when he arrives, he notices something rather obvious going on between you and Gavin.

[A/N]: Hey everyone! We interrupt your regular Jason Todd programming to bring you...Gavin Reed? If you've read my other Detroit oneshot, you'll probably notice that this is the same concept, except with Gavin Reed instead of RK900. I love them both and I think they deserve some attention. The reader is gender-neutral but Hank (playing the role of Sherlock here) does mention that Gavin is wearing men's deodorant and so is the reader, which Hank uses to imply that they've been ~together~.

warnings: implied sexual references, glaring absence of beta reading

read here on ao3

Parked on the side of a residential street, Hank Anderson stepped out of the passenger seat of his squad car, too drunk to drive but too sober to turn down a new homicide case. The second his shoe hit the pavement, another squad car barreled past. Its wheels kicked up a wall of muddy water from last night’s storm, leaving Hank drenched. 

“Are you alright, Lieutenant?” Asked Connor as he exited from the driver’s side. 

“Yeah,” Hank grumbled, shaking himself off and following Connor to the yellow holographic tape surrounding the crime scene. “Guess that’s one way to get sobered up.”

“Ah, there they are. Lieutenant Anderson and his plastic prick of a partner.” Drawled Gavin Reed from behind the yellow tape. 

“I’m here to see Detective L/N,” Said Hank, unfazed by yet another showing of Gavin’s barbed tongue.

“Why?” Gavin replied petulantly.

“He was invited,” Connor supplied. “I think Captain Fowler wants us to help analyze the crime scene. 

“Well, you know what I think, don’t you?” Gavin fired back. Hank shot Connor a glare. Not helping, Connor. 

“No shit, Gavin, of course I do.” Hank pushed past the holographic tape, but paused just as he brushed past Gavin. 

“What?”

“You didn’t make it home last night, did you?” Hank muttered, side-eyeing the belligerent detective. 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Gavin spat. Sighing forcefully and muttering a string of curses under his breath, he stormed away. “Hank and the fuckin android’re here, bringing ‘em in,” he announced into his radio. Hank and Connor crossed the front yard to the porch, where you were just exiting the house where the victim lay in congealed blood. 

“Hello, Lieutenant, Connor.” You greeted the pair in your most cordial voice. “As always, this is a crime scene.” You leaned subtly closer to Hank, whispering in a threatening tone, “Try not to contaminate it.” 

“L/N, good to see you again,” Hank chuckled. “Don’t worry, Connor’ll have my hide if I so much as breathe on a sensitive piece of evidence.” His eyes twinkled as he looked you over. “Your landlady outta town?” 

“Uh…why are you asking?” You frowned, puzzled.

“Hey hey hey, what’s the hold up over here? We’re on an active crime scene and we’re running on borrowed time!” Gavin complained loudly as he approached the detectives.

“And you, Reed,” Hank’s zeroed in on the feisty detective. “Didn’t make it home last night? At least get someone to feed your cats for you.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“And your deodorant,” Hank pressed on.

“What about it?” Gavin was growing increasingly combative.

“It’s men’s deodorant,” Hank continued. 

“Obviously—”

“Detective L/N’s also wearing it,” Clearly amused, Hank raised his brows at the two of you. “Coincidence?” You opened your mouth to say something, but the lieutenant cut you off. “And don’t think nobody noticed that thing on your neck.” Gavin was incensed.

“You son of a bitch—”

“Listen, Hank,” You caught Gavin’s forearm before he could lunge at the man. “Now’s not the time for this discussion. Can we please save this for later?”

“Oh, come on. I don’t care what you two are doing off the clock, but if Fowler finds out, I’m not covering your asses.” You sighed in defeat. 

“You know what, I’ll take it. Thanks, Hank.”

“Anytime. Come on, Connor, let’s go check out this mess.” Connor, who had been silently observing the exchange and concealing his amusement with the skill of Cyberlife’s most advanced investigator prototype, followed Hank into the house without further question.

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

~~~~~~~~PLEASE HELP ME I NEED A BETTER DIVIDER~~~~~~~~~~

[A/N]: So what do we think, folks? Does Gavin wear something generic like Old Spice? Or is he the type of guy who wears cologne? Now that I've written that down, that question sounds hella creepy ("hmm what does this fictional male character smell like?"). But I really do wanna know if he makes enough money as a police detective to wear Dior Sauvage on the regular or something like that bc I feel like if he could he totally would.

Hope you guys enjoyed! Until next time x

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[luke-hughes43]

hard to love | will and dani

dani is struggling learning how to be a girlfriend, let alone a good one, to will. on top of having some serious doubts about them being together given how different their personalities are.

also, this is gonna be so long and I kinda apologize for that

~

I am insensitive, I have a tendency, to pay more attention to the things that I need, sometimes I drink too much, sometimes I test your trust, sometimes I don't why you stay with me

will sees dani walking towards the library while he's on his way to get dinner with the boys. he smiles and jogs over, "hey baby."

"oh hey will. what's up?" dani says smiling at him.

will takes her hand, "you going to your study time?"

"yea. why what's going on?" dani asks. will shakes his head, "nothing. I just haven't really seen or heard from you today."

"oh, sorry. I got caught up in just everything today. look, I have a really important paper to write, but I promise to text you when I'm done and if it's not too late maybe we can get ice cream or frozen yogurt or something?"

"yea sure. I'm getting dinner with the boys but I wanted to see you. I'll see you later baby." will says and kisses dani's forehead before she walks away and into the library.

he walks to the dining hall where he was meeting ryan, gabe, and jacob a little defeated that dani kind of blew him off. it wasn't just that day that he'd hardly seen her, it had been a week.

I'm hard to love, hard to love, oh, I don't make it easy, and, I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood, I'm hard to love, hard to love, and you say that you need me, I don't deserve it, but I love that you love me good, mmm, yeah

(dani overhears a conversation of will's teammates talking about them being together and it gives dani doubts about being with will. and then a few days later, she overhears some of the lacrosse freshman saying the same thing.)

"how does smitty date lady duke? like she's just so cold and antisocial and kinda bitchy and he's this like happy-go-lucky, kid in a candy store kind of person. like doesn't he get tired of dealing with that?" Connor says to Timmy.

Timmy says back, "I don't know what he sees in her but he's in love with her. and from what Lenny was saying, he has been for like 2 years. I agree though, how is happy and smiley will smith dating cold and stone faced dani duke. like she doesn't even smile when she's with him. I don't think I could ever do that."

"no for real. like I will never understand what will actually sees in her."

dani walks away after that comment. she's hurt to hear what will's teammates think of her relationship with him. but she also doesn't think they are wrong, she knows that she's cold and doesn't show her emotions often but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel things for will.

~a few days later~

dani is about to get out of the shower in the locker room when she hears voices and her name. one of the freshman girls, ali, is saying, "god I wish I was dani and dating will smith. like he's so hot and have you those curls. to die for."

"for real. like what does will even see in dani? she's very closed off and to herself. like we play on the same team as her and she's always at all of the team bonding events and stuff but I feel like I don't know her. I don't even know what she studies. like how does something has friendly and extroverted as will date such an introvert like dani? what do they even talk about?"

"it could have something to do with dani's twin brother?" Molly says.

alexa questions, "dani has a twin brother?"

molly nods,"yea. his name is ty, he plays hockey at michigan with her older brother dylan. I did a little social media dive into all the girls when I committed. they are all over her instagram with her sister but there's no sign of will. how long have they even been together?"

"I don't know. I didn't even know until I heard gabe's girlfriend talking about a double date. like we barely know dani and we spend all of our time with her so like there's no way that will knows enough about her to date her. there's no way anyone knows enough of anything about her to date her. let alone say that they love her."

she hears enough of what they are saying and storms out of the locker room and locks herself in her dorm for the night. and all she can hear in her head is everyone saying how she doesn't deserve will and that her personality is too cold for him and all the reasons that she shouldn't be with him.

and she can't help but believe them so she cries herself to sleep just thinking about everyone being right and will breaking up with her because he starts thinking it too.

I am a short fuse, I am a wreckin' ball, crashin' into your heart like I do, you're like a sunday mornin', full of grace and full of Jesus, I wish that I could be more like you

since dani has overheard not only her own teammates, but also will's teammates, having doubts about their relationship. dani has been short with everyone. including eden. will knows that something is wrong with dani and is doing everything he can to get her to talk to him but she won't budge.

she's just been going to lift, then class, then practice, then the library, and then her dorm without really talking much to anyone about anything. she's even shut her phone off.

will is upset at dani for avoiding him so he waits for her outside one of her classes and basically ambushes her. he sees her walk out and goes over to her, "dani, what's going with you?"

"what are you talking about will?"

"you've been avoiding me, hell you've been avoiding everyone. so what's going on, how can I help?" will says while he softly grabs her hand and gives a gentle squeeze.

dani looks down and rolls her eyes before saying, "nothing is wrong, I just have a lot on my plater with playoff coming up. I know that you get that. I promise I'm fine."

"then why haven't I heard from you?"

"because I shut my phone off so I could focus on everything that I need to do. I've been spending a lot of extra time on the turf and in the weight room to get ready for post season. I'm sorry I haven't texted you or seen you for a few days, I've just really been trying to dial in." dani says somewhat lying through her teeth.

she has been trying to focus on playoffs and but also avoiding will because she doesn't want him to know that people think they shouldn't be together.

will sighs, "I do get it dani. it just feels like your using that as an excuse to avoid me. I'm not saying that it's true but that's just how it feels. and if I did something wrong, I wanna know so that I can fix it and make things right."

"you didn't do anything wrong will. I promise. and I'm not avoiding you, or at least not trying too. I'm just trying to not let my team down in the playoffs and bring the natty home. I'm sorry, if it seems like I am avoiding you." dani says making eye contact with will. she even goes up on her tip toes to kiss him softly.

will smiles, "it's ok dani. I get it. how about tonight, I come over at like 9 and we just hang out? no phones, no teammates, just me and you and netflix or something?"

"sounds good. I gotta head to the turf, but I'll see you later." she says smiling. she kisses him one last time before rushing off to practice once again.

will still feels like there's something off with dani but she obviously doesn't wanna talk about so he's not gonna force her too. he just goes to her dorm for 9 like they talked about and dani even cuddled into will despite hating being touched.

I'm hard to love, hard to love, oh, I don't make it easy, 'nd I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood, I'm hard to love, hard to love, and you say that you need me, I don't deserve it, but I love that you love me good, love me good

will has finally reached a boiling point of dani shutting him out so one night as she's getting back to her dorm, he says to her, "hey dani. we need to talk."

"what's wrong will?"

"not out here. in your dorm." he says and follows behind her up to her dorm room. once inside, dani asks, "what's so urgent that you ambushed me at my dorm building?"

"us, dani. I know that you've been saying how you're just trying to focus on playoffs lately and I'm not saying that you're lying but I know that you aren't telling me the whole truth. did I do something and you've been pushing me away while you figured out how to break up with me?"

"no. that's not it at all. like not even close." dani says shocked that will thinks she is gonna break up with him. that's the farthest thing from the truth. she's afraid that he's gonna break up with her. she then says quietly, "I've been pushing you away because I'm afraid that you're gonna break up with me."

"what? how could you possibly think that dani? I'm so in love with you and I have been since I first saw you 3 years ago." will exclaims a little hurt that dani thinks he's breaking up with her.

dani lets his words sink in and starts crying. it's the first time will has ever seen her cry. she says through her tears, "it's just, we're such different personalities and I know that everyone wonders how and why were together and what you see in me and sometimes I wonder too. because I know I'm not the happiest or friendliest person and that I can be a bitch to everyone, especially you. and you are just so nice and thoughtful and loving and one of the best people I've ever met and I'm scared that you're gonna realize everyone is right and that we shouldn't be together and break up with me."

will's entire body softens seeing dani break down. he says softly, "hey, that's not gonna happen. I'm not breaking up with you. not now, not ever. I love you dani, there's not a whole of things that you could do that would change that."

"but why do you love me? what's so lovable about me? I'm quiet, I keep to myself, I don't let anyone in, so how can you know that you love me when you barely know me?" dani forces out.

"because I do know you dani. I know that you're favorite color is black because it's a color that matches with anything, I know that you wear your hair in the exact same style for every single game because you think it's good luck, I know that eden is your best friend in the whole world because she is the first friend you made in michigan, you see cutter like another brother because he's dating eden and although you don't think anyone is good enough for her you know that he treats her right, I know that you look up to alyssa and treat isla like the little sister that you always wanted, and I know that you don't let anyone in but I also know that you let me force myself in. and I know that because there's no way I'd know all of that stuff if I didn't know you. and I know that if you didn't have any sort of feelings for me, you never would've let me take you on a date or be my girlfriend. I know you so well dani duke, and I love every single part of you." will explains to her as he cups her face.

dani looks in his beautifully blue eyes and just sobs. she chokes out, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry will."

he pulls her in for a hug and just holds her tight, "hey, shhh. it's ok dani. it's ok." he tries calming her down by rubbing her back or his fingers through her hair. it works a little bit but she's still crying pretty hard. he says softly, "baby, I need you to breathe for me. we're ok, I promise, I just need you to breathe dani."

"I'm sorry for pushing you away and thinking you were gonna break up with me." dani chokes out.

will makes her look at him and he says softly, "what made you think that I was gonna break up with you?"

"a few weeks ago, I heard your teammates talking about us being together and how they didn't know how you put with me and what you saw in me. and then a few days after that, a few of the freshman on the lax team were saying similar things and how I spend all this time with them and they barely know me so how can you know that love you me if my own teammates don't even know I have siblings. and it got all in my head and I started thinking that they might've been right." dani explains.

will sighs, "why didn't you tell me?"

"because I didn't want you to hear it and then agree and break up with me. because I didn't want them to be right or to cause any problems. it's your teammates and my teammates were talking about here. we spend so much time with them and so we can't have problems or issues."

"I don't care if they are on the same team as me. I love you and you're my girlfriend, they don't get an opinion on who I date. only I do, and I wanna be with you. I love you dani, and no one else."

"I know you do. and someday, I'll be ready to tell you the same but I'm just not there yet."

"I know. I can read you like an open book dani, I know how you feel and it doesn't matter if you aren't ready to say it yet. that's never gonna change how I feel." will says smiling at her.

she smiles back and hugs him tightly. she mumbles against his chest, "I'm sorry for pushing you away. I'm just not good at this whole girlfriend thing."

"it's ok baby. and you need to give yourself more credit, you're a great girlfriend. I love you, and I know that you'll tell me when you're ready."

dani smiles and kisses him softly. will pulls away and says, "so how does watching a movie sound? unless, you need me too how you how much I really love you?" he smirks by the end of his question with an eyebrow raised.

dani smacks his chest playfully, "absolutely not. no sex until I win the natty. I gotta focus."

"you're joking?" he exclaims. dani playfully rolls her eyes, "it's 3 weeks, you can last. but a movie and maybe some cuddling sounds good." she says hopefully. he nods and they get in bed with a cheesy rom com that dani picked.

she falls asleep like 20 minutes in but will keeps the movie on in case she wakes up. he kisses her head and whispers, "I love you so much and I will do everything in my power to make you believe it."

[rking200]

It's Sunday, and you know what that means? The Red Room chapter update time! Featuring more lovely renders by my collab partner @connor-sent-by-cyberlife for the Reverse Big Bang 2024, hosted by @dbh-bb! Usual info can be found below the cut. In this chapter, we get to see the world through Connor's eyes for the first time. Follow his busy day and meet some new characters and see the roles they play within Connor's life. A familiar face watches Connor sing once more, his blue eyes grabbing all of Connor's attention.

The Red Room (8432 words) by rking200 Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Original Chloe | RT600, Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Elijah Kamski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Stalking, Vomiting, Suicidal Thoughts, Top Hank Anderson, Bottom Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson is Bad at Feelings, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Missing Persons, Abduction, Manipulation, Death Threats, Mental Health Issues, Zlatko didn't do it, POV Alternating Summary: Connor Stern is a law school dropout who dreams of making it big in the music industry. He manages to get into a special apprenticeship program with the musical genius Elijah Kamski and, despite working two jobs and struggling to stay afloat, feels like his dream is finally within his grasp. When Hank Anderson stumbles into the lounge Connor performs at, The Red Room, he becomes entranced with him. As Hank falls in love with Connor's voice, he ends up entangled with conflicting emotions and delicate situations. Slowly, his nights are filled with Connor's songs and his closeness, even if he feels he doesn't deserve it. They reach several roadblocks along the way of getting closer, some more dangerous than others. A collaboration written alongside Connor-sent-by-Cyberlife for the Reverse Big Bang 2024, told with a POV alternating between Hank and Connor. Chapters added weekly.

[gogogodzilla]

Chapter 16

Summary: You and Connor deal with his newfound freedom and your romantic feelings for one another. Note: Finale time!!! Thank you to everyone who's taken the time to read this story, and I hope you enjoy the ending!! Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), afab reader, connor is a bottom ✧ masterlist ✧ ao3 ✧ wattpad ✧ ✧ Previous Chapter ✧ Tease ✧

The next few hours passed in a blur. You stood idly by, patiently waiting to take Connor home. If you told yourself a week ago that you’d be watching an android give a speech to thousands of other androids about human rights, you’d laugh and institutionalize yourself immediately.

Reporters watched from the fences with hungry eyes, not daring enough to come closer. They held their mics as close as possible, straining to catch Markus’s speech. You could hear the faint sound of their cameras clicking wildly, despite being nearly a football field away. 

If things were normal, you’d be freaking out about just how public the stunt you pulled was. The whole country, maybe even the world, knew just how you felt about Connor. You weren’t usually this open about your relationships, especially your romantic ones. But, for some reason, you didn’t really care how the world viewed you.

Snow fluttered gently through the air and landed on your shoulders. You stood shoulder to shoulder with the androids to watch Markus give his speech. The crowd watched, captivated by his calm but firm words. You were slightly unsettled by just how quiet it was.

Connor stood on top of a storage container with Markus and the rest of his inner circle. You recognized the blonde android from earlier, and the corners of your mouth quirked up. He looked so proud. 

You felt the same flush of pride surge within you as you watched Connor. He deserved to be with his people. He deserved a happy ending. 

Connor swayed slightly and winced. You furrowed your brows as you observed him. Something was wrong.

Your thoughts were confirmed when Connor slowly brought his gun out from his waistband and held it securely at his front. You shifted to look at the other androids surrounding you. All of them were paying attention to Markus. 

Shit.

You had to be smart about this— causing a panic would only make things worse. But, you needed to get to Connor. Now.

You slowly navigated through the crowd, hoping that you could get to Connor before he did something rash. You didn’t know what you’d do once you got to Connor, and getting up on the storage container would definitely get everyone’s attention.

You just needed to take a few more steps, and then you’d be at the front. Connor began to slowly raise his gun. Why wasn’t anyone paying attention?

You pulled your own weapon. Maybe you could shoot the gun out of his hand. Markus was still continuing his speech, and your gaze remained glued to Connor. 

Suddenly, Connor shuddered and blinked rapidly. He looked at the gun in his hand and furrowed his brows. Then, his eyes met yours. You raised your brows slightly, asking if he was okay. 

He nodded, and it felt like you could finally breathe again. You returned your gun to your waistband and listened to the rest of Markus’s speech. You snuck a glance at Connor, and he occasionally caught you. You flushed and quickly shifted your eyes to look anywhere else but him. 

 After Markus’s speech, Connor made his way down to meet you. He slid his hands over your hips and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

You ran a hand through his hair, “Are you okay? What happened up there?”

“Amanda.”

A shudder ran through you. Your time at Cyberlife was a distant memory, but you recalled the demand made by Elijah when the idea for Connor first arose. The only requirement was that he had to be obedient. 

And he was… For a little while. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

He shook his head, “It’s not your fault.”

You gave him a small smile. Connor was kind, even when you probably didn’t deserve it. You looked around at all the other androids rejoicing. Connor grabbed one of your hands. 

“Let me drive you home.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek, “You should be with your people. Don’t worry about me.” 

“I want to be with you,” he argued, pulling you closer to him. You pursed your lips. You knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer; he was programmed to be persistent, after all.

“Fine.” 

He smiled, victorious, as he dragged you towards the direction of your car. You weren’t going to question how he knew where your car was, you were just happy to have him in your arms once again. 

When you arrived at your apartment, you made a beeline for the shower. You hissed as the warm water ran over the spot where Not-Connor hit you with your own gun. Asshole.

Steam billowed from the bathroom as you exited, pulling your towel closer. Connor was sitting on your couch, flipping through the various newsreels. He muted the TV and turned to look at you. His gaze flitted over your bare shoulders and then to the small gash bordering your hairline.

“How’s your head?” he questioned, a slight frown pulling at his features. 

You absentmindedly touched the spot and winced. “I’ll be fine. It’s better now that I cleaned it,” you replied before heading into your bedroom to get changed. 

You joined Connor on the couch after changing, sitting on the opposite end and focusing your attention on the newscaster. A shaky video of you running across the plaza toward Connor played, and you flushed. Is that really what you looked like when you ran?

You were glued to the TV as you watched yourself crash in Connor and then to him putting you down and pressing his hand against yours, revealing the white plastic underneath. You watched as your form pressed your lips to his, and your cheeks burned. 

“The whole thing was very cinematic,” you commented, fighting off a grin. 

He shifted in his seat to face you, “Your phone hasn’t stopped ringing. I think people are worried.” 

You frowned, turning to look at him, “Worried?” 

Connor avoided your gaze. “Well,” he began, “you did run into what could be classified as a battlefield, and…” 

“And?” 

“What we did could be seen as inappropriate,” Connor murmured, rubbing his palms against his thighs. He still wouldn’t look at you. 

“Connor,” you began, scooting closer to him. 

He stood, his gaze planted firmly on the cushion in front of you. “They’re right,” he asserted. 

It was your turn to stand, pushing away the anger that rose like bile in the back of your throat. “What are you saying?” your heart was hammering in your chest, and you wondered if he could hear it.

“We can’t be together.” 

You stiffened. Your stomach churned, and you clenched your fists. “Is that what you want?” 

“I… I don’t know,” he admitted, sitting back down. His LED circled yellow, and you sighed, sitting down next to him. You wanted to be angry. To scream that  it wasn’t fair. To break down and beg him to stay. But you couldn’t.

You slowly took his hand in yours.

“You should be with a human,” he murmured.

“I want to be with you.”

“What about Detective Reed?”

His question caused you to snort, and he looked over at you.

You sighed, “Gavin and I... don’t work well together… We did for a while, but not anymore.”

He was silent for a moment before he squeezed your hand in his. “You should get some sleep, you must be exhausted,” he suggested, meeting your gaze.

He was right, of course. You could feel exhaustion weighing on your shoulders and causing your eyelids to droop. 

You couldn’t go to sleep. You couldn’t let him out of your sight. Fear wrapped a cold hand around your throat, and you couldn’t breathe. He’d leave you once you were unconscious and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. 

He must’ve noticed your hesitation because he added, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

You nodded, not fully convinced. You wanted to ask him to lay with you, just like he did after the Stratford Tower. You forced yourself to stand and not look back as you made your way to your bedroom and shut the door behind you. 

You’d like to say that you couldn’t sleep, purely out of spite. However, your body betrayed you, and sleep overtook you almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You were restless and woke up at around noon. 

You dragged yourself out of bed and fixed your bedhead as you padded into the living room. Relief flowed through you when you realized Connor was still there, right where you left him. 

He rose from his position on the couch, offering you a small smile, “How did you sleep?” 

“Fine,” you answered, eyeing him. 

He swallowed hard and shuffled on his feet. “I… I owe you an apology.” You raised a brow, but he continued, “I recognize that my behavior was incongruous. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.” 

You rounded the couch, inching closer to him. The corners of your mouth turned up, giddiness flowing through your veins, “Like what, Connor?” 

He squeezed his eyes together and his LED circled yellow. You closed the gap between you and rested your hands on his shoulders. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down at you. 

“Like I’m going to combust every time you touch me,” he replied, clenching his jaw as you let your hands drop to rest on his chest. His thirium pump hammered in his chest, nearly matching the pounding of your own heart. 

“What do you want?” you questioned, tracing your hands down his torso. 

He grabbed a hold of your hands, and brought them to his lips, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. He kissed the back of your hands, attempting to catch his breath. He released your hands, and wrapped his around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer. 

He leaned in, close enough that your lips were just a breadth away from touching. You wrapped your arms around his neck, attempting to bring him closer, but he held firm. 

“I want you,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours. 

“Then have me.” 

That was all he needed, and he was rushing forward to encase your lips in his. You ran your hands through his hair as you moved in tandem. Connor’s slid down your body to the backs of your thighs, and you jumped into his arms. He caught you effortlessly, tightly gripping the underside of your thighs as he carried you to your bedroom. 

He pulled away, panting, as he laid you down on your bed and hovered over you. He hesitated, an artificial blush dusting his cheeks. 

“Let me take the lead,” you suggested, tapping your fingers on his ribs. He nodded, scooting back and laying in the spot next to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if Cyberlife had given him a certain appendage, but you figured you’d find out soon enough.

You grinned as you moved to straddle him, hands splayed over his chest. You ran your hands across the smooth fabric of his button-up, and his bioregulator thrummed against your fingertips. You leaned down and kissed him slowly, sweetly. Connor’s hands ghosted over your hips as your lips moved in tandem. You cupped his face, your featherlight touch bringing both of you impossibly closer.

You pulled away, panting, and drank in the sight below you. Connor’s lips were swollen, and he was gazing up at you like you hung each and every star in the sky. You leaned down and pressed one last kiss against his lips. You dipped your head down to brush light kisses to the column of his throat, and your fingers fumbled to undo the buttons of his shirt. You grinned against his flushed skin as you successfully undid the last button, and nipped at the tempting expanse of newly exposed skin.

“You’re perfect,” you whispered as your fingers danced against the bare skin of his ribs, and he shuddered against your touch.

“Cyberlife designed me t—”

You cut him off by sliding down and dotting his torso with kisses and lovebites. Connor’s breath gets caught in the back of his throat when you rub a hand over the dent in his pants, and he instinctively juts his hips into your palm. That answers that question.

“So eager,” you hum, slowly unbuckling his belt. Connor gripped the sheets as you slowly, agonizingly pull down the zipper to his dress pants. You were definitely enjoying teasing him. 

“Please,” Connor groaned, arching his head into the pillow beneath him.  An artificial blush spread across his cheeks as he begged, and gazed up at you through his lashes. 

You grinned and leaned forward, just close enough that your breath tickled the shell of his ear. “Use your words, darling,” you purred before pulling away and slowly tracing your fingers down his chest.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and replied, “Please. Touch me, Doctor.”

You finally granted him and yourself mercy and slip your hand under the waistband to his briefs, immediately finding what you were looking for. You release his length from its confines, allowing it to spring up in front of you. 

You nearly groaned at the sight. His head was dripping, and you leaned forward to pepper kisses and featherlight touches along his length, eliciting a hiss from the android below you. You leaned closer, allowing your mouth to fully envelop him and swirling your tongue around the pink-hued tip. Connor groaned, shuddering underneath you. He bucked his hips, moaning as he pushed himself deeper into your mouth.

“I need you,” he whimpered as you bobbed your head, steadily taking more of him. You ran your hands along his inner thighs as he grabbed the hair at the nape of your neck and brought you closer to him.

You pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft, evoking a gasp from Connor as he arched his back. The sounds he was making had you clenching your thighs together, attempting to alleviate the ache between your legs. 

You pulled away, licking your lips, and Connor whimpered from the loss of contact. He was so needy, and you loved it. 

You got off the bed, just long enough to rip off your clothes, and you thanked your past self for wearing clothes that were easy to remove just in case. 

You were back to straddling him in an instant, and Connor pulled you into a kiss, running his hands along your bare flesh. His hands found the supple flesh of your ass, and he squeezed. You gasped against his lips as you ground against his length. 

“Fuck, Connor, need you so bad,” you whined, your thoughts running together. You brought your hand to where the two of you met and aligned him to your entrance. 

The moan that escaped you when you lowered yourself down onto his cock was sinful. All you could think about was how perfectly he filled you. Connor’s hands roamed your body, urging you to move. 

You rolled your hips, driving him deeper into you and watching as his eyes rolled back. You grabbed his hands, which had latched onto your hips, and pinned them above his head. 

“Keep them there,” you commanded before moving your hips once more. You rode him like your life depended on it, lifting yourself almost completely off him before plunging back down.

“Ah!” Connor whimpered your name. “Just like that.” 

You leaned forward, resting your hands on his biceps as you moved your body up and down, desperately chasing your high. Connor’s hips rose to meet yours as he pounded into you, and you gasped, fully letting him use you. 

You reached down to where your bodies met and started rubbing circles on your clit, feeling the familiar heat pooling in your belly. 

“Don’t stop,” you begged, resting your forehead against Connor’s shoulder as he thrusted deeper into you, reaching the spot that had you seeing stars. 

Your release hit you like a semi-truck and you squeezed against Connor’s cock, causing him to groan. He came soon after, rutting into you as he pulsed inside of you. 

You attempted to catch your breath as you slumped against Connor, your breaths intermingling. “Are you okay?” you ask, fingers carding through his hair. 

“Yes,” he replied, breathless. “I think I like being deviant.” 

You chuckled, lifting yourself off of him. You liked him being deviant, too. You laid your head on his chest, listening to the comforting whirring of his biocomponents. He ran a hand through your hair, wrapping a strand around his finger. All that mattered right now was his arms wrapped around you; you could worry about everything else later.

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Spies, Traitors, and Chocolate Pranks

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Rating: T

Summary: Percy Jackson's come back from the Princess Andromeda with the tragic news of Charles Beckendorf's death. A meeting where nothing is solved and fingers are pointed everywhere leaves Travis and Katie upset after snapping at each other.

Words: 3544

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“Let's move on," Percy said. "We've got other problems. We've got a spy."

Michael Yew scowled. "A spy?"

Travis side-eyed his brother.

After a few years, they’d got used to people trash-talking Luke, and if he was honest, most of the time, it was well-deserved. But whenever talk of a spy or an informant came up, it always ended up with the rest of camp distrusting the Hermes cabin.

What’s more, after Chris’ return, proving Luke wasn’t the only child of Hermes on Kronos’ side, Travis had felt himself doubting his own siblings at times. Second glancing at little movements, or paying extra attention to their complaints.

Percy went on to re-tell his conversation with their older-brother-turned-murderer-titan. It appeared Luke –or Kronos, or whoever he was– used a pendant shaped like a scythe as a communication device.

That both reassured and worried Travis.

On one hand, such a piece of jewellery wouldn’t go amiss in the Hermes cabin. Everybody would know who had that, and would’ve tried to steal it –teasingly or not– on at least one occasion.

On the other hand, he was sure he’d seen a pendant like that at some point. He didn’t remember when, or who owned it.

No, he told himself, shaking his head. We must all be thinking the same. Nobody saw shit, but now that it’s mentioned we’re sure we have.

Silena chose that moment to redouble her sobbing.

As Annabeth ran to comfort her, Travis couldn’t help but feel a stab or irritation.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care. Quite the contrary. He adored Beckendorf; he was a good guy, always down for a prank, he took things lightly, he was quick to offer a helping hand or optimistic words, and slow to lose his temper.

But lately, Travis had realised he’d lost the ability to process grief with tears or screaming or a general morose attitude. Every time they heard of a new demigod dying, or going to the other side, or leaving to never return… he just, well, he moved on.

It was awful. He felt awful. But he hurt so much, he just couldn’t care openly anymore.

He saw Connor raise a hand self-consciously.

“We've suspected there might be a spy for years, right? Somebody kept passing information to Luke—like the location of the Golden Fleece a couple of years ago. It must be somebody who knew him well.”

Perhaps unconsciously, or perhaps because she was their leader, Connor’s eyes turned towards Annabeth.

Travis sent him a warning look, the last thing they needed was people thinking they were pointing fingers at people to avoid scrutiny themselves.

Too late, though. The damage was done.

Far from looking away silently, Connor added a quick, “I mean, it could be anybody.”

Annabeth threw both Connor and Travis a murderous glare.

Katie Gardner, who’s been silent so far, and who clearly thought a lot higher of Annabeth than of the Stolls, scoffed.

“Yes,” she huffed. “Like one of Luke’s siblings.”

That made Travis snort.

“Oh, here we go again,” he spat. He was so tired of the same shit every time the councilors met. “Sure, we’re the spies. That’s what we’ve been doing since moment number one, betraying all of you.”

“Can we be sure you haven’t?” Katie argued back.

Travis wasn’t even sure why she was suddenly so against them.

“What evidence do you have that we have so much as spoken to him?” Connor replied angrily.

Travis put a hand on his arm to calm him down.

They had, of course, seen Luke after he’d left camp. More than once, in fact. Always initiated by him, and not since he’d been possessed by Kronos. But giving the rest of the campers ammo against them wouldn’t solve the issue.

“What’s your problem, anyway?” Travis asked Katie. “Why attack us like that?”

“Why’s Connor suspicious of Annabeth?” Katie demanded.

“He’s not,” Travis said. “He looked at her because she’s the one who always has the answers!”

“Unlike the two of you who can’t help instigating pranks and trouble even now, with everything that’s going on.” She’d crossed her arms and gave him a disgusted once-over.

“That’s not true!” Travis raised his voice. “When’s the last time we’ve done anything half as immature as a prank in the middle of a war?”

“How about–?”

“Stop!”

Travis jumped.

Silena had punched the table so hard her cup of chocolate had spilt everywhere.

“Charlie's dead and…” Her voice caught. “And you're all arguing like little kids!”

She started sobbing again.

As expected, they didn’t solve anything in that meeting. Travis wasn’t even sure what they spoke about after his fight with Katie. His blood was boiling with all-consuming anger.

Who the hell did she think she was to accuse them like that?

It really wasn’t the first time the rest of camp had, nor did Travis think it would be the last until they’d caught the spy, but for whatever reason this time it hurt more.

They were friends. Katie and Travis had been on good terms from the moment he and Connor had arrived at camp, and they’d become closer as the years passed.

Her suspecting him like that made him want to punch a wall.

“You look upset,” Connor pointed out as they reached Cabin Eleven.

“Leave it,” Travis said.

Connor raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He took a few steps towards his bed and dropped into it, face against the pillow.

Travis thought it was a valid choice, but he was too tense to lay down and try to relax.

Instead he got a sweatshirt and walked back out into the common area.

A few cabins away, the on-going battle between Ares and Apollo campers could be seen and heard.

Travis scoffed. And Silena had thought his argument was petty and stupid. Why didn’t she shut up and go convince her fucking bestie to call an armistice with Michael Yew, huh?

He shook his head and kept walking.

He thought about going into the forest, to that twisty bit of the creek Luke had shown him ages ago. But no, it would be a reminder of his foolish older brother. And he’d have to cross Zeus’ fist, which he still tried to avoid.

He settled for the beach.

The tide had gone up a bit, and the part where the sand was still dry was narrow. There was nobody to talk to him, just the sound of waves and the feeling of the sea breeze.

He took off his trainers and socks, laid back next to a low dune, threw an arm over his eyes and tried to focus on his senses rather than his mind.

The sand felt cool and grainy between his toes, but the sun hit over his legs, balancing the temperature well.

He tried to take deep breaths, concentrating on the breeze’s salty smell.

He managed to calm down after a while, back into his state of apathy.

He felt the sun move in the sky, disappearing behind the dune he was using as a pillow.

The noise of feet on the sand snapped him out of his reverie.

He both heard and felt someone sit next to him.

“I’m sorry.”

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Katie went back to her cabin in a foul mood.

She’d been around the strawberry fields after the councilors meeting, trying to burn her angry energy by helping Pollux keep the plants healthy.

She hadn’t meant to be bitchy, but she’d been so stressed lately. And Travis and Connor didn’t help by often being pains in the ass.

She was sure they understood the seriousness of the situation camp was in, so why couldn’t they act accordingly?

Their pranks used to entertain her, but ever since last summer they’d been so intent on her cabin! The last straw had been around Easter.

Demeter’s cabin had a roof where grass grew between the tiles. Soft, full grass. It looked divine when the sun hit in the morning. It gave it a Mediterranean, natural style that made Katie think of travel magazine photos of the south of Italy

Travis –for while Connor took half the blame, she knew it was Travis who wanted to irritate her in particular– had set an army of chocolate Easter bunnies all over her roof!

Being chocolate, and the weather having been way too warm for March –global warming was another thing that blinded her with rage, but that she couldn’t blame on the Stolls–, the bunnies melted faster than Katie and her cabin had managed to take them off the roof.

It resulted in chaos. A chocolatey mess it had taken ages to clean up. It became full of bugs, and Katie hated cockroaches.

Chiron had made the Stolls and a few volunteers from the Hermes cabin help, but that had ended in even more arguments, and Chris Rodríguez having to physically restrain Katie so she wouldn’t punch Travis Stoll’s stupid face.

Katie took a deep breath and tried to relax back into the sofa she was sitting on.

She tried to remember that while the war was tough on all of camp, the Stolls were also dealing with their older brother –Katie knew better than many how much Travis and Connor had idolised Luke– being their biggest enemy.

Well, to be fair to Luke –which Katie didn’t particularly care to be–, it was Kronos who was trying to kill them all. But Kronos was using Luke’s body –that was messed up even by mythological standards– to lead his army.

Either way, at least her cabin didn’t have any traitors. Or so she thought. Or so she hoped.

Screw it all. She’d been tactless, hadn’t she?

No matter what he did, Katie couldn’t stay mad at Travis for too long. And this time, it had been her who’d been out of line.

Groaning, she got up from the couch.

“Where are you going?” Miranda asked, broom in hand, trying to make their cabin presentable for inspection.

“To go find Travis Stoll, as always,” Julieta chimed from a corner, where she was playing on her iPod. She took her eyes off the screen for a second and added, “Charlie from Athena saw him ‘storm angrily’ towards the bitch.”

Miranda snorted. “Juli, it’s towards the beach, hopefully.”

Julieta frowned. “That’s what I said.”

“Not quite.”

“Well, those sound the same to me.”

Katie left them arguing the anomalies of English pronunciation, and left to find Travis.

As she walked down towards the ocean, she thought about what to say.

‘Sorry your murderous brother makes your cabin suspicious’?

She huffed. She wasn’t good at planning. She’d decide what to say when she found him.

She walked the wooden planks that formed a sort of sidewalk from one side of the beach to the other, and finally found Travis under the shadow of a dune.

He was lying there, breathing evenly, making Katie wonder if it wouldn’t be better to just leave him be.

But he wasn’t peaceful. Katie had known him for years, she could see the signs of distress.

He had an arm over his face, and he hadn’t even thrown a hoodie under his head. His hair was all over the sand, which was probably way too itchy to be comfortable.

She got off the wooden sidewalk and dropped ungracefully next to him.

He was startled by the noise, but he didn’t change his position.

“I’m sorry,” Katie said.

Travis took several seconds moving his arm from his face, then sat up without looking at her, hugging his legs with his arms.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said,” she continued. “Everybody at camp knows you two are loyal to us, to the gods.”

Travis ran a hand through his hair, probably trying to get some of the sand in it to fall away.

“But that’s not true, is it?” He huffed. “People suspect us all the time. I can see it when they look at us. They don’t want us near.”

“Travis.” She put a hand on his arm. “That’s not true at all.”

He finally turned towards her.

His eyes were glazed with a façade of emptiness she didn’t believe one bit.

“People don’t think you’re more likely to betray us than anybody else,” she argued. “I mean, come on! Look at this place! Clarisse and her cabin –our strongest fighters– won’t take part in the war over petty pride. Apollo’s kids are in a high-and-mighty phase, thinking they’re owed everything and more. Silena’s been getting worse and worse, and Beckendorf’s death will only make everything harder on her and her siblings. Nobody has time to wonder who they trust and who they don’t. We’re all breaking apart.”

“Percy shouldn’t have said anything,” Travis muttered. “You’re right, we’re barely functional as it is. And we’ve no chance of catching whoever the spy is. They won’t be stupid enough to carry around a scythe necklace now, will they? It was pointless to scare us like that.”

Katie shrugged. “I suppose we should be slightly more careful about what we say and where.” She shook her head. “I hate keeping stuff from my siblings, but maybe it’s better to keep sensitive information to councilors alone.”

Travis started to nod then made a face. “Unless… Unless it’s one of us. A councilor, I mean.”

“No, that can’t be,” she dismissed the thought with a wave of her hand. “We all know each other, it’s…”

But then again, some of the stuff they’d said in meetings lately… they’d agreed not to tell the rest of the campers because it might discourage them. Had they talked about Percy and Beckendorf’s mission? Could it possibly be one of the councilors who was passing information to Kronos?

She felt a warm hand over her own.

She looked up to see Travis’ sympathetic expression.

“I didn’t want to upset you,” he said. “I’m talking shit. Of course it’s not one of the councilors.”

Katie nodded. More to let him know it was okay than out of genuine belief.

Travis took a deep breath. He glanced at her, then turned back to the sea.

“Why were you–” He hesitated for a second. “Why did you point us out like that, at the meeting?”

Katie felt her cheeks grow warm with shame. She really shouldn’t have done that. But, she tried to remind herself, if she had, it was only because she’d been so exasperated.

Instead of trying to explain herself, she asked, “Why do you keep pranking my cabin?”

“We haven’t pranked anybody in ages,” he argued.

“Three days ago, you unleashed a squadron of paper planes as we were passing by,” she said.

“That wasn’t a prank,” he defended himself. “I was checking your reflexes. You can’t walk around without so much as looking around.”

She scoffed. “And a couple of days before you turned all our clothes pink!”

“No, no, that was an honest mistake,” he raised his hands, palms out. “Chiron shouldn’t make us deal with laundry duties with everything that’s going on.”

“And–” She waved her hands, trying to find words. “You’re always trying to bait us. So we’ll argue. It’s so stupid, I don’t understand why you’re doing all this.”

“At most I’ve been sarcastic when you were around,” Travis said, raising his voice, not a lot but enough to be noticeable. “And it’s not even your whole cabin, it’s you. Making you angry seems to be the only way to exchange half a word with you these days.”

“What do you mean?” Katie was confused.

Travis and her had always been close. There was a balance between them: she told him when he’d gone too far with a joke, and he helped her loosen up whenever she  got overwhelmed with life. They were friends. She knew they hadn’t been able to talk a lot the past few weeks, but it hadn’t been her fault.

“It’s you who’s been all closed up,” she told him. “As if… I don’t know, as if being an asshole would make everything hurt less.”

He frowned. “That’s not it.”

“Isn’t it?” She huffed. She rolled her eyes. “Listen, I’m sorry it was Luke who fucked up. I’m sorry you feel people don’t trust you and your siblings. I’m sorry our friends keep leaving and not coming back! But it won’t help you feel better to push people away. To irritate everyone until they don’t want to be around you. It’ll only make you more miserable.”

Travis bit his lower lip. His frown had eased only a bit. He looked as if he had trouble finding words to express what he felt.

That she couldn’t blame him for.

“I feel,” he began, turning his head back to the sea. “As if I simply don’t have the energy to care anymore.” He sighed. “All the kids in my cabin, their feelings are always so… loud. Every time a camper dies or goes missing, they can— they cry and sob and demand justice from the universe and I—I can’t help but feel annoyed at them. ‘It’s not fair,’ they say. Of course it’s not fair. What are they expecting? The gods to give a fuck about us?” He bit his lip again. “And that bitterness. That’s what he felt. What Luke felt when he left. And I’m worried because I wasn’t like this. Gods, I was never like this.”

He swallowed, took a couple of deep breaths.

“I wouldn’t betray our side like he did, though,” he added. Katie didn’t need him to justify himself. She knew him well enough. “Not really because of the gods, they can do a lot better if they expect personal loyalty. But Kronos is worse. And I could never do that to my friends.”

Katie took one of his hands in hers. “That’s because you do care. You always have and always will.”

“I mean, of course I do care, but I can’t…”

He shook his head, at a loss for words.

“You can’t process it?” Katie offered.

He nodded. “Yeah, I guess. It’s there, all those shitty feelings, churning in my chest and I can’t make them go away. I can’t cry them off, or burn them exercising, or…” He groaned. “It’s like they poison me. I want them off me. I want everything to stop! Once and for all, make everything stop! The war to be over, or a monster to cut my head off cleanly. I want it all to go away!”

He looked so young when he said that. Vulnerable. He was young. Hell, they were barely eighteen. But he’d been right to say it was pointless to complain about it being unfair. It was, it was a fact. They shouldn’t be in charge of their younger siblings. They could barely be in charge of themselves.

“For better or for worse,” she said after a pause, squeezing Travis’ hand. “It’ll all be over soon. The prophecy says Percy’s big moment will be when he turns sixteen, right?”

To Katie’s surprise, Travis smiled.

“What could possibly be funny about the world ending because of a boy’s choice?”

He looked at her, “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve no idea when Percy’s birthday is? Here we are, having a literal date for either one of the best or worst days of our lives… and I have no idea when that will be.”

“I—” Katie allowed herself a little smile too. “I was going to ask Annabeth, actually.”

“We’re not very nice friends,” he said. “We’ve known the guy for years.”

“It’s in August.”

“Right,” Travis said. “Very accurate.”

“He doesn’t know our birthdays either, I bet.” Katie rolled her eyes. “Then again, our birthdays don’t mean a hypothetical end of the world.”

“It might not even happen.” Travis shrugged. “We thought Thalia would be the prophecy child and she wasn’t.”

She shook her head. “This time it’s for real. Everything’s too much for this to not be the end. Besides, if it’s not Percy, then who?”

“Nico di Angelo,” Travis offered. “He’s the son of Hades.”

Katie had all but forgotten about that kid. “Where is he? We could use a bit of zombie magic on our side.”

Travis made a noncommittal sound with his throat. “He comes and goes, I suppose. I don’t know about zombie magic, but that kid could play a good hand of cards.”

Katie sighed. “Yes, we’ll beat the Lord of Time with a good hand of cards.”

He pushed her lightly with his shoulder. “You forget he’s possessing my brother. Luke could never say no to a card game. His fatal flaw if he ever had one: he could never resist a challenge.”

Travis’ face had turned sad again.

“Come on,” Katie said, standing up. “It’s getting cold here. Let’s go get something to eat.”

Travis stood up without letting go of her hand.

“Thank you,” he said, and Katie could hear the honesty in his voice. “For coming after me.”

She hugged him hard.

“Always,” she promised. “I can’t let you mope on your own like a miserable emo, it’s just too sad.”

Katie heard Travis chuckle and felt him squeeze her tighter.

It wasn’t all right, she knew, but it would. It would get better.

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Buck & Eddie

Unpopular Opinion

It's season 7 but it appears the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Disclaimer: These are my opinions and they're based on my observations and interpretations of the BTS pics, interviews and promos that have been released in advance of the upcoming episodes.

Back to the regularly scheduled program...

Eddie

It appears my favorite character Eddie Diaz is about to be sidelined yet again and he won't have a beneficial or substantive storyline 🤔🧐 all his own, possibly for the remainder of season 7. As usual, he'll be there to support Buck but is there anything else for Eddie? Can he please have a storyline that's solely about him and Chris and it not be one that's tied to giggly, creepy and smiling Marisol? He hasn't had one since season 3 and it's been four years therefore, it's time (I'm not including the shooting because the audience didn't see his recovery nor am I including his PTSD arc because it wasn't given the time it deserved and after 5x14 he wasn't shown going to therapy anymore so there's that. Furthermore, he wasn't even shown preparing to go back to the 118, he just slid down the fireman's pole in 5x18 and it wasn't revisited). Can Eddie and Chris FINALLY have an open and honest conversation about Shannon? Eddie views her through a pair of rose colored glasses because he thinks it's his fault but there were two people in their relationship so he shouldn't shoulder all the blame especially when she left and was gone for almost 2 years without a call to her son. A conversation between just the two of them is needed because Chris is older now and he read the letter she wrote in 7x1. The audience didn't see him ask Eddie any questions about it and we didn't see how he's feeling now that he knows she may not have ever returned if she hadn't died.

Eddie and Chris have the largest biological family of all the mains (not including Bobby because other than his deceased wife and two children, the audience hasn't been introduced to them... like ever) but for some reason they moved Eddie’s abuela back to El Paso even though his aunt has that big house that she lives in by herself. Also, the audience never gets to see Eddie’s sisters and with all the attention that's going to be given to Tommy in the upcoming episodes, it's likely the audience might not get to see them this time either. Eddie has a deep and interesting background but the show barely touches the surface of it. Can Eddie please be given a worthy storyline all on his own? He deserves it!

Buck

So... is the audience supposed to just forget everything that happened to Buck in season 6? Apparently, so because based on OS's multiple interviews, Buck’s not dwelling on the broken relationship with his parents (they're still $hitty, their rushed and trifiling redemption arc sucked and it was undeserved. I don't trust them but Buck does so, whatever), there hasn't been any more mentions of Connor's and Kameron's baby (Full Disclosure: I still don't believe their baby is biologically his but it's probably been forgotten or retconned like everything else including Buck’s age), does he or does he not still want to be captain? He's not in therapy and he may or may not go back but he's moved on from his death, so I guess there's no trauma resulting from it. How does he feel about his job now because... HE DIED while he was doing it in 6x10 but the audience didn't see him process it even though every other character processed their own individual traumas.

Eddie used a baseball bat to destroy his bedroom in 5x13, Maddie walked into the ocean in 5x12, Hen went to therapy after 3x8, Bobby broke his sobriety in 1x4, Athena broke down in season 5 after she killed Jeffrey and Chimney took Jee-Yun with him to find Maddie in 5x4 and they were gone for 6 months. They all went to therapy at some point but it appears Buck’s immune to the trauma he's experienced so there's that.

7x4 airs tomorrow and I'm still not excited about it. After the way 6x18 ended, I hoped things would be different but maybe my expectations were too high. I don't think so because IMO, the upcoming episodes seem to be repetitive and basically a wash, rinse, repeat of the past. Maybe it will be different... but I'm not going to hold my breath.

Will the rest of season 7 be different for Buck and Eddie or is the focus still going to be solely on Buck? Who knows except the showrunner, writers, producers, actors and actresses since they are the only ones who know the answer to that question.

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🔍👣One step behind👣🔎

Zach Chen has gone missing while pip is at collage, and no one knows how to find him as well as she would've. Upon that, pip isn't answering anyone when they try to contact her. So who's better to take on the case than her 11 year old little brother, Josh Amobi?

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It started with Ravi. Even after the breakup, Ravi and Josh remained close. Josh would've been heartbroken if he lost Pip and Ravi both; his two role models.

Ravi had come over to play video games, but something was off. Well, something bad been off for almost a year; ever since Pip went off to college and they'd broken up. But something different was off. Maybe 30 minutes into them playing, Josh had won everytime, which only ever happened when Ravi was too distracted to try.

"You're acting weird," Josh said, turning his gaze from the TV screen to Ravi.

"I am? Didn't notice. Guess I'm just tired," Ravi replied keeping his eyes on the screen, pressing the 'New Game?' button.

Josh hated that response. He was doing exactly what Pip used to do! He was 'too young' to hear about their worries, and they didn't want to make him worry. So what if he was still a kid, he deserved to know stuff, right?

"Liar," Josh mumbled, looking back at the TV as the next round started. Ravi pretended not to hear him, but Josh knew he heard.

Dinner was quieter without Pip. Maybe it was because Pip always kept the conversations going, maybe things just weren't the same without her, so no one saw a need to talk. A need to pretend it was the same. At least they kept the TV on for background noise, without it Josh would go insane.

Zach Chen was fairly popular around fairveiw; all of Pips friends were, since they had been mentioned in her podcast; AGGGTM.

Josh wasn't supposed to listen to her podcast. Pip had told him not to, but without his sister there, who was gonna tell him no? So with a pair of Pips old earbuds and his worn out computer, Josh listened to every episode until he could recite the entire podcast by heart.

Everyone kept their eyes on their food while the news played from the TV in the living room. Josh wasn't paying much attention until he heard Pips name.

"The friend of our local celebrity, Pippa Fitz-Amobi, Zach Chen has gone missing. We would like anyone who knows about where he could be, or has any information about the situation, to step forward."

Josh had run into the living room the moment he heard Pips name. "Oh. Well that's what Ravi was worrying about, then," Josh thought. He heard some faint, 'oh, that's horrible.' comments from his parents, but it was hard to hear through the ringing in his ears.

It was a impulsive and stupid idea, but that's all that Pips ideas started out as, right?

'I can prove that he's innocent."

'It'll help Connor.'

'Just one more, then It'll all be fixed.'

Josh could make Pip proud. He could be just like his sister; his hero. He could find Zach.

And it started by trying to figure out how to fine the name of Pips printer, (and trying to figure out how to use it,) becuase hes only 11 and why would he know how to use a printer?

After about an eternity of googling things and waiting for his parents to fall asleep, Josh snuck into Pips room, which didn't even feel like a real place with her gone, and immediately walked over to her printer. He had his own laptop tucked under his arm. Josh opened his laptop and set it on the desk next to the printer. He opened photoshop and pulled out a folded up piece of paper; Jamie Reynolds' missing poster.

It took at least 2 hours, but he worked and almost exactly replicated Jamie's old poster. Josh made up a fake email, ChenProject226@gmail.com, and put it in the contact information. Printed out a couple, praying that the screaming poster wouldn't wake up his parents, and then snuck back to his room.

The next day, Josh convinced his parents to let him walk to school. He stuffed the papers and some tape in his bag right before he left. Every couple poles and light posts that he walked past, if no one was looking and no cameras were in view, he hung up a poster.

(HIHIHI COMMENT IF U WANT MORE TO THIS CAUSE I DONT WANNA WRITE TOO MUCH IN ONE POST!! IF UR READING THIS ILY!! ALSO I MADE THE EMAIL JOSH IS USING A REAL EMAIL IF U WANNA HAVE EMAILING IT AS IF ITS REALLY JOSH/PIP!!!)

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Sarcasm

Gavin reed x reader enimes to lovers pt 2

Pt1

Warnings: a lot of cussing, Gavin is still being an ass just in a more passive way, also he's just being weird. Acting a little to friendly...

"What the hell were you thinking!" Jeffrey boomed

I stood ridged, jaw clenched as I was forced to stand next to Gavin. He also seemed stiff, arms crossed, tapping his foot staring off elsewhere.

He was grilling us over the other nights' fight. I'd hardly call it a fight, it was a slap and some threats really but he was acting like it was a goddamn brawl

"Get off my ass Jeffrey." Gavin spat. "What happens outside of work shouldn't concern you."

I nodded stiffly. "I hate to agree with Reed, but for once, he's right. If it happens out of work, why do you care."

Jeffrey sucked in a deep breath, clenching his fists. I know he's never had it with our little rivalry but I wondered why he cared now.

"Because maybe you forgot who you work for. The dpd! We can't have our employees, the goddamn police getting in bar fights! If the law acts like a bunch of hooligans, what will the public think! We have a standard to uphold!" Jeffrey was fuming if his office wasn't mostly soundproof the whole office would be staring.

"I knew you loved being in our business, but spying is a new low, Jeffrey." I mumbled, picking at the sleeve of my shirt. He shot his attention twords me. "If you think I was spying, then you're dumber than I thought. Do you think I have the goddamn time- Do you think I care enough to be following you two bickering children around? Don't insult me. An anonymous sorce told me."

I rolled my eyes. Who in the world would have told Jeffrey personally. I didn't recognize anyone at the bar, and as far as I was aware, it's not like they knew where we worked and I know very well even Gavin wasn't dumb enough to tell him. Why would he. I glanced out the glass office into the rest of the work space. Everyone was at work at their computers, only occasionally glancing up to see what drama was unfolding. Then a familiar face caught my eye. Connor patiently standing by my desk waiting for me to return.

Did connor rat us out?

"Now, what I want you two to do is play nice. For one damn day, so i can have some peace. And I'll get off your back. Temporarily. " Jeffrey offered, hands raised.

Gavin and I shared, confused glances. In this moment, for once I felt like we agreed on something. Like we were on the same ground.

I took a moment to think. On one hand, it physically pains me to be nice to him sometimes. He doesn't deserve respect with the level of duchebagery he leaks. But also it'd be nice to get Jeffrey off my back and go a day without a fight.

"Fine." I state, crossing my arms, sucking in a deep breath.

"Gavin?"

Gavin rolled his eyes, staring over his shoulder in frustrated thought. His jaw twinged, and he finally turned back to the desk. "Fine." He snapped.

"Good." Stated Jeffrey "now get out of my office."

I walked to the glass door, unclenching my fists to grab the handle. I opened it, leaning forward slightly, and used my other hand to usher twords the door. "After you." I spat, burning holes into gavins head. His nostrils Flaired slightly, but he quickly suppressed the micro expression. "With pleasure." He stated coldly. His feet and hands shifted akwardly as if he was about to do a bow but decided against it. He quickly walked past me, shoving me with his sholder.

"Gee, thanks for ratting me out." I mumbled, walking past connor to take my seat. He blinked a couple of times before answering, "What are you referring to?" I shot a glance at him, confused and annoyed. "Jeffrey said 'an anonymous sorce' told him about our little scuffle. You were the only other person from the department who was there."

Connor stood still for a moment before reacting. "I don't agree with your actions that night, but I wouldn't rat you out. Your my friend."

I sucked in a deep breath, shaking my head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so accusatory. I'm just frustrated." I let out a sigh. "Jeffrey is making me play nice with Gavin in exchange for him getting off my ass." Connor nodded in response. "I can see why you'd be frustrated." I pressed my fingers against my forehead, leaning over my desk. "You have no idea. I just hope I can get through it without getting a headache." Connor smiled at me. "Just try to avoid him, I'm sure you'd be fine." I scoffed, looking up at connor and smiled. "Has that ever worked for you?"

"No." He replied, almost laughing

"Exactly." I half joked

"Why is it that you and Hank have such troubles with Mr. fowler? I'm noticing a pattern in the humans I befriend." He teased. I looked back up at him, letting a smile twinge at my lips. "Maybe that says something about you?" He didn't respond, just quirked his eyebrow. "I mean, you're an android built not to deviate and look what happened. As much as a goody two shoes you are, I think you have a secret authority problem."

"Authority problem?" He laughed

"Come on, you told me about Amanda. And your best android friend happens to be the leader of the deviants."

His led swirled yellow for a moment before responding, "I suppose so."

"Suppose what?"

Connor and I turn our heads to see Gavin slowly strutting twords my desk.

"Oh Jesus christ." I whisper. I squeeze my fist trying to keep cool. Can't he mind his business for one day.

I squeezed a smile onto my lips. "It's a private conversation, I hope you respect our boundaries." I replied in my chirpiest voice, trying not to clench my teeth. Gavins eyebrows twitched for a moment, a small smile cracking on his lips. "If it's not so rude of me, may I ask what's so personal about the conversation?" He asked, almost sarcastically. I sucked in a breath before replying "I have no obligation to tell you. I hope you will respect this decision and return to your work." Gavins head slightly quirked, smile growing then snapped his attention twords Connor. "What about you dipshit? Got anything you'd like to tell me?"

My nostrils flaired. "Reed, I believe you're breaking the deal." I mumbled. "The deal was that I had to be nice to you, he didn't say shit about this thing." He snapped his attention back to connor. "Hmm? Go on, say something."

I never understood why he went out of his way to be such a nusense and it drove me crazy.

"I'm sorry, but you were not a part of the initial conversation, and we don't feel comfortable at the moment to invite you in. I hope you understand." Connor stated with the calm and almost routineness of a receptionist.

I expected gavin to lash out at connor but he simply went "hm." With a small smirk before showing him and walking away. Strutted to his desk as if he just blew up a car in an action movie.

I sighed deeply, unclenching my fist, looking over connor. "Are you alright?" I asked. Connor looked at me calmly, replying, "Of corse. No damage was delt." I resisted rolling my eyes as i spoke. "I know but like, emotionally." Connor took a moment to think. "Overall, fine, but... also slightly angry."

I nodded. "OK, just checking." I glanced at my desk, already filled with boredom thinking about my work schedule today. "I know we went out yesterday, but wanna today too? I have a feeling the little play Reed and I have to put on is gonna way on me. " Connor agreed

Most of the day was filled with more paperwork. Thankfully, no more interruptions from gavin as the grating work hours passed. I loved my job when I was actually able to do something, or at least have a real mystery to solve, but lately, it's just been a lot of mind-numbing reading. I miss the mystery this job used to give me.

Eventually, my break came, and I swiftly took opportunity. Connor and Hank were out investigating a case, so now I had no one to talk to. Can the day get anyworse...

I walked into the breakroom and quickly poured myself some coffee, taking position at a table to lean against. It always bothered me the dpd never offered chairs at the breakroom tables, making me lean over and shit.

The coffee was nice. Not good, it was cheap and tasted less than appetizing, but it was nice. The way it warmed me up on cold detroit days like this always helped when a stressful situation came into play. Warmed the soul and trashed the tongue. As I enjoyed the bitter sweet feeling of cheap office coffee, a familiar figure made his way to the breakroom as well. I sucked in a deep breath, cupping my hand around my forehead to create a shield from my vision. Just ignore him.

The familiar sounds of Gavins cocky strut filled the breakroom. He slowly made his way to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup. He then reached into the mini fridge and grabbed something. The sounds of his footsteps approaching me grew louder when I finally felt the table shift, Gavin leaning against it.

"Evening, y/n." Gavin greeted, to casually. "Evening, Reed." I replied, forcing a cool, relaxed tone. "How's that coffee tasting?" He asked. I gazed into the brown liquid and replied, "Not great." I swirled the paper cup slowly. Watching the bitter drink slosh around. "This might help." He stated. I finally looked up at him, he was tilting a caramel creamer bottle at me. "Want some?" I frowed my brows at him slightly.

He was being too nice. Not a lick of sarcasm in his voice. I glanced at the bottle, considering. It would help dull down the flavor.

"Sure." I said suspiciously.

He screwed open the bottle and started by pouring some in his own cup. "It's my favorite flavor." He stated, before easing the bottle up. He tilted it twords my cup, letting the caramel cream dizzle into the cheap drink. It quickly rose to the top of the cup, but he didn't stop pouring, overflowing onto the white table. He stopped and made eyecontact, the smallest smile twinging at his lips. "Oops." Was all he stated.

My jaw clenched, and I let out a slow paced out sigh.

There it was.

I walked over to one of the counters and grabbed some napkins, soaking up the pool of coffee and cream under my cup. "No problem. Accidents happen." I forced out.

Like you. I thought.

"So, caramels your favorite?" I asked before taking a sip from the surface tension. He nodded, rubbing a hand over his mouth, trying to suppress his smile. "Yes, it is." He answered, taking a sip. "I never knew that." I stated.

The creamer certainly helped. Though caramel wasn't my favorite, I usually preferred chocolate or vanilla or pumpkin spice. It was good, but I never considered it to be my first choice. "It's good." I mused. Then I realized. I was having a conversion with Gavin Reed. The most civil conversation we've had sense we met. I looked back at him. He was staring off elsewhere with the shadow of joy on his expression, sipping on his drink. He looked almost peaceful.

What the fuck was happening.

"Is caramel your favorite candy too?" I asked, a disturbed confusion settling in my stomach. He tilted his head slightly, answering, "My favorite is heath bars, just saying caramel is to broad a term, but yeah. Sure." My brows frowed.

"Alright smart ass." I jabbed.

"Hmm, wanna break Jeffrey's agreement already? A shame." He cooed, glancing at his glass office as if he could hear us. I took a quick look. He was staring at us, looked like he was prepared for us to snap any minute. I looked back at Gavin. "I was just teasing, I'm not breaking this deal yet. I wanna have some peace from his prying eyes."

"Oh, teasing?" He smiled, raising his brows. "What's next? Forplay?" I knew he was joking, probably, but it made my stomach churn. I couldn't help but snarel slightly. "Don't even get your hopes up." I stated a bit to loudly. I quickly realized how reactive I became and forced myself to sip my coffee.

A surge of anger and flustered embarrassment burned at my chest, rising to my cheeks. What a gross fucking question, he barely knew each other. Asking about foreplay? At work? Who does he think he is? But then my mind began to wonder. The thought of his face close to mine, panting, my hands trailing down his back, his hips pressed against mine... his hands making their way down... WAIT.

Coffee flooded my face, and I quickly pulled back the drink. The sound of gavins and laughter filled the room. I looked down at my cup, which now seemed to be crushed in my hand. "Cool down cowgirl, I was only joking." He chuckled. I was sure my face was red from anger and embarrassment, but I hoped the hot coffee was enough of an excuse. I clenched my jaw, stomping over to grab more napkins, smothering my face. The cheap napkins quickly devolve and I chuck them into the trash, grabbing another fist full and whiping down my dripping chin and neck.

"You missed your shirt, dumbass." He stated. "Wow. I didn't notice." I replied sarcastically before grabbing another wad and pressing it against my chest.

"Wow, you really got coffee everywhere." He laughed, grabbing some napkins and drying off the table. "I knew you hated me but i never would have predicted that reaction." He stated.

I sighed, applying a second round of paper towels to my shirt. "You don't know me enough to predict anything about me." I hissed quietly. He glanced up at me.

"Oh I can predict plenty."

I clenched my fists, chewing on my cheek "oh? Like what."

At that he smiled and pointed at my face. "That. Like that. Your body language is the most predictable thing."

I blushed in response, flowing my brows. I took the damp paper from my shirt and threw it into the trash can with force. "Anything else?" I asked.

"I also know you get friendly with that plastic shit every Thursday." He stated, casually tossing the paper towels in the trash as well. I closed my eyes, pressing my fingers against my temple. "Don't phrase it like that. 'Get friendly' god. I don't sleep with him." I groaned. Gavin tilted his head, smirking. "I wouldn't put that past you."

At that another wave of heat rushed over me. This time of rage. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Gavin held his hands out in defence. "Now, now, calm down. We don't want to break our little peace treaty so soon." His expression as calm as ever. He was taunting me.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I forced myself to unclench my jaw as I spoke. "I don't appreciate the way you speak about me or my friends, Reed." I stated in a forced, calm tone.

He shook his head at that, his face hardening a bit as he turned away, leaning against the table again. "Same here, y/n." He grumbled.

There was a moment of silence between us, as defining as nails on a chalkboard. The air was thick as I started at Gavin.

Finally he broke the silence. "Fine. Let's test how predictable you are." He stated, giving a single knock to the sleek white table, turning back to me. "And how?" I questioned. "I'm going to ask you a question. Depending on what you say will tell me all I need to know."

I squinted at him. Did this smart ass really think he was Sherlock fucking Holms?

"Fine." I responded with a bit to much confidence.

He nodded, looking down and sucked in a deep breath. I rolled my eyes as he built the tension. "Y/n, will you come with me to Smoky Cheers tonight?"

I froze in bafflment. Smoky Cheers? The bar? Fuck we were in one last night and look where that got us. "Smoky cheers?" I asked, not knowing what to say. He nodded. "Tonight?"

He nodded again.

I couldn't read his expression, was it genuine? sarchastic and proud? Impatient?

What was he expecting me to say? No? Cause I didn't want to go thats for damn sure. Willfully spending time with reed outside of work was like begging to be shot in the face. But what if that's what he was expecting me to say. He knows how much I hate him. Then he'd be right about me. But what if he expects me to think this through and go with the answer I don't want to do to prove I'm right but he predicts that. What the fuck am I talking about?

"Fine." I stated. "I'll go."

His face remained unreadable as he nodded. "Alright. See you there." He knocked on the table again, sliding away and giving me a wink before disappearing into the office space.

I sighed, resting my face in my hands.

What the fuck just happened.

I looked out the glass department doors as I packed up for the day, slipping my phone back in my pocket, checking for keys. "Y/n, you ready?" I turned and smiled at connor, who was making his way to my desk. "Ready?" I reply. "You wanted to go out today." He stated.

My head began to spin. "Oh shit." I reeled. How could I forget? How am I supposed to tell him why I have to cancel? To go with Gavin? "Oh god, connor, I'm so sorry I can't today, I forgot." I groaned, rubbing my forehead. Connor blinked, asking, "it's alright, why not?" I sucked in a breath, tensing. "It's because-"

"Y/n! Come here!" I whipped my head around to see Gavin standing by the glass double doors, keys in hand. My heart dropped, and I turned back to Connor. His brows were raised slightly, led flashing yellow for a second. "You are spending the evening with Gavin?" He asked.

I sighed. "Yeah. It's a long story. I'll text you later to explain." Connor didn't reply but it seemed he understood. Mostly. I made my way twords Gavin as I waved goodbye to Connor.

My heart raced as I walked out the door with my nemesis.

Pt3

@princessthatcantfuckingsleep thank you for motivating me to finish this chapter

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Sinful Sunday Post

Hey wanna know something cool about following me?

when my muse is good and my brain is happy I get so excited I just want to post all the things!

Separation Anxiety Chapter 7 is dropping TONIGHT!

you can read the winning preview here

but also the poll was SO CLOSE I decided to drop a lil more of the DPD Xmas party 😘 so enjoy the smut fic under the cut!

Have a great day babes, and I'll see you TONIGHT for the Parksborn Smut 👀😘

part 1

Gavin’s uncomfortably face to metal with the cold surface of the interrogation table, stripped of all his clothes, and cuffed, His bare ass is perfectly exposed for not only Nines to punish, but Hank and Connor to openly ogle across the room. It makes his cock ache and his body itch in anticipation for whatever Nines is going to do next. 

His cock is still painfully hard, but thankfully, hanging loose off the table and not squashed between his body and the table. Likely on purpose, since Gavin’s been known to attempt to rub himself off on any surface at any given time…

The first strike of Nines’ hand comes down hard across both ass cheeks.

“Phck Nines, don’t cripple me,” Gavin groans. It hurts, but his cock still pumps out a steady stream of precum past his piercing.  

“Act like a slut get treated like one.” Nines grins. 

“Yes Sir,” Gavin pants, melting a little deeper against the table. He couldn't help it. He’s so exposed like this, open and vulnerable for them to touch, torture, play with, and it’s driving Gavin insane with desire. 

In all actuality, he doesn't mind being treated like this. It's kinda the problem. Well it's not a problem in his eyes. It’s just his dumb body that can’t keep up as well as he used to. 

The second hit is hard, but not as bruising as the first and it's perfect. Gavin groans and relaxes further against the table, risking a question. “Does that mean you’re all gonna use me?”

Nines rolls his eyes, Gavin sees it in the two way mirror.

"You don't deserve it, but yes." 

Gavin whines as his brain whites out in anticipation of actually being fucked by all three of them.

"Open your mouth," Nines demands and Gavin does, naturally sucking two of the robot's fingers into his mouth to coat them generously with saliva. 

"He's got you trained real good Reed," Hank teases, but it's obvious by the breathy retort he’s worked up by the action too. His monster cock is already out of his pants and he’s pumping it while he watches Nines take him apart. Connor’s doing the same with his own cock. More precum slides past his tip onto the floor. 

Gavin licks around a third finger  and sucks hard, but not before locking eyes with Hank. Challenging him. Because yes, Nines does have him trained. It has the desired effect. Hank curses pleasurably but doesn't break eye contact. The hand on Hank’s dick speeds up. 

"Enough," Nines orders, pulling his fingers back. 

Before Gavin can even catch his breath, Nines is finally breaching his ass with one, then two slick fingers in quick succession.

“Oh phck,” Gavin pants. 

Nines twists his fingers to find Gavin’s prostate, rubbing and teasing him just the way he loves before cruelly, pulling away altogether. 

“No no don't go,” Gavin begs pathetically as his cock pulses out more precum. 

"Connor," Nines says, ordering the other android over with only the use of his name. 

Connor stands from his place next to Hank, and resituates himself behind Gavin. 

"What do you think?” Nines asks, before pushing three slicked fingers inside Gavin. 

Gavin’s resulting, choking whine is pathetic. His skin burns with humiliation knowing Connor is recording every moment of him like this for later. 

“He needs to be looser if he’s going to take Hank,” Connor confirms.

“Phck,” he pants. He was hoping for some of this delicious torture to end, but neither of them pay him any attention. Instead, Nines pulls out his fingers and orders Connor to,  

“Lick him open. Don’t make him cum.”

Before Gavin can think of a retort there's a wide, slick tongue flush against his asshole. The moan that spills out of his mouth is wet and pitifully desperate. 

“Yeah, wait till you feel him on your dick,” Hank chuckles. 

Anything else Gavin is going to say dies on his tongue because Connor starts up a steady pace licking into his body. It's the first time all night Gavin’s had nothing to say. Too blissed out on the raw, filthy pleasure of Connor’s tongue inside him, and the sloppy-slick sounds he’s making as he loosens him up. 

Connor’s hand slides up Gavin’s thigh and rests below where his mouth is working, slender fingers already teasing their intent to slip inside too.

“Phck, phck, please,” Gavin whimpers, because he needs more. He always needs more. He's a greedy little slut after all. And Connor’s fingers are so so close. Just a little bit more…

“Stop,” Nines orders and Connor does, much to Gavin’s instant, vocal disappointment. 

But then someone's fingers, he can’t tell whose, are pulling his ass open and Connor spits into his wide open hole. 

Gavin’s core burns hot as the robotic pair inevitably scratch one of his biggest kinks and with a shameful, choking sob, Gavin is cumming all over the floor. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Hank groans and Gavin can hear his slick pumps speed up. It sends another jolt of pleasure through his body to know Anderson’s getting off to this too. 

Nines’ immediate growl tells Gavin he's in trouble, but he really couldn't help it. This particular situation was already right out of one of his deepest fantasies and now he can feel Connor’s spit dripping down the back of his balls. There's a hand in his hair the next moment and he's being yanked up until he's flush against Nines. 

“Did I say you could cum, slut?” 

“I'm sorry Sir,” Gavin pants. He is. He tried to hold it back, but without a cage or a hand, he’s defenseless to the sadistic torture of the RK twins. “I-I swear I didn't mean to,” he pleads, “please…”

Nines hand grips the tip of his cock hard, squeezing the oversensitive head until Gavin squeals. 

“Nines, baby, please,” Gavin begs, “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you. Please.”

“How?”

“Anyway you want,” he begs, “Swear baby.”

Nines grins, small and sly and Gavin knows he's in for it. 

Nines helps him get situated comfortably back on the table, but Gavin doesn’t let the false sense of security fool him. Predictably, in that next moment, Nines pushes in dryer than Gavin’s body needs to take all of him comfortably. It's punishment, for cumming without permission, or maybe for accidently feeling up Connor. Either way, Gavin’s ass is in for it and if he hadn’t just cum, he would’ve as soon as Nines bottomed out.

Nines hips start up a fast and steady pace, yanking Gavin right out of his head and back down into his body which is currently singing with pleasure as the burning stretch engulfs his every nerve ending. As soon as Gavin cries out his plea, Nines pumps his ass so full of synethic cum the next round of thrusts are squelching, echoing loudly in the room.

“Phccck,” Gavin melts, relaxing completely under the sweet torture of his partner. “Don’t stop, don’tstop, please.” 

“It’s not me that’s going to need to tap out,” Nines chuckles and Gavin knows he’s right. Gavin will need to stop well before Nines ever would.

“Holy fuck,” Hank pants, because Nines dominating Gavin is a full sensory experience. Every slap of Nines’ hips against Gavin's ass is audible, slick, and sloppy. Gavin hasn’t been able to stop begging since they started and it's only increased since he’s finally getting what he wants.  

[bullet-prooflove]

A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

New Fics:

Beyond Paradise:

The Last of the Summer Wine (NSFW) - Archie brings you a bottle of your fav wine as a thank you gift.

Chicago Med:

Fourth of July - Mitch and Marley 2.0 have a lot more in common than you realise.

The First Time (NSFW) - Jack reveals his secret during your first time together.

Coffee & Cake - Connor knows how to cheer you up. 

Familes - Sean meets your family for the first time.

Cobra Kai:

Letting Go - It takes you leaving for Terry to realise he needs to make a change.

Criminal Minds:

How You Need It (NSFW) - Luke hasn't been paying you enough attention.

FBI:

Jack - Stuart discovers that he fathered a child with Nina.

FBI - Most Wanted:

Love Letters - Clinton finds your love letter in his bag.

Haven:

Love Note - You wake up to a note from Dwight the morning after.

The List - Duke makes a list of the reasons you should stay with him.

Come Home - Duke travels to Nova Scotia to bring you home.

Law & Order:

How High - You say jump, Nick asks how high.

Law & Order SVU:

POLY!AU - Mike Duarte, Joe Velasco, Terry Bruno X Reader

Day to Day - How it works in the day to day

Various HCs - A variation of HCs for the Poly

NCIS:

How We Met & How Alden Finds Out About Kris

All The Federales Say... - Alden tells you about what happened to Bonnie.

Portland - You and Alden take some time off to recalibrate after Bonnie.

Grief - Nick tries to be there for you after the discovery of your sister's body.

NCIS Hawaii:

Ophelia!Series: Part Three: Ohana - Charlie goe to Joe to get help.

NCIS - New Orleans:

Ro - Dwayne starts to see you in a different light.

The Rookies - Feds:

Not The Way That I Love You - Brendon cancels his wedding.

SOA:

Reverence (NSFW) - Kozik treats you the way you deserve.

Unburied - You're forced to make a choice when one of your secrets becomes unburied. (Chibs x Reader)

Top Gun Maverick:

Love Me In Red (NSFW) - Beau has always loved you in red.

Yellowstone:

Wishes - Ryan wishes things were different between the two of you.

The Next Step - Travis asks you to take the next step in the relationship.

[logankisseswade]

Deadpool Fixes Every Cinematic Universe(That He Wants To) aka Deadpool 4: Electric Boogaloo(My Deadpool Fanfic) by Me(Jimmy "Cobra" Ronan)

Disclaimer-enjoy the magic

Rating: PG-13

Couple: Logan and Wade

Movies that will be referenced: The Terminator, other Marvel Heroes and so on

Chapter One: The Kyle Reese To My Sarah Connor

*Logan walks into the bedroom, looking all hot and shirtless, he sits on the bed next to Wade, Wade dims the lights and tries to make the bedroom look like that hotel room where Sarah and Kyle were in in Terminator 1*

Wade: *trembling* God look at me *laughs nervously* I'm shaking....*sniffles* some great leader huh?...you must be so disappointed....

Logan: I'm not...

Wade: *presses record on his phone and starts filming himself and Logan* ....Logan?....what were the other versions of me like, in other universes?

Logan: good fighters *smirks*

Wade: no, not like that...I mean...was there anyone special? like a boy?

Logan: no...just you...*sighs deeply, lost in thought* Babypool Connor gave me a picture of you once...you looked so tense...I always wondered what you were thinking about in that moment...

Wade: *Logan trails on as Wade looks into the camera on his phone, he whispers to us the audience* Isn't Hugh just as sexy and talented as Michael Biehn? *snickers* God look at that body...God I'm lucky

Logan: Wade...stop breaking the forth wall and finish this scene with me

Wade: alright babe *pays full attention to Logan*

Logan: I came across time for you Wade...I Love you...I always have...

Wade: *tears up* Kyle *snorts, giggles* oops...Logan...

Logan: I shouldn't have said that

Wade: no, Logan, wait...

*The Love theme from Terminator 1 plays in the background, Wade grabs Logan and kisses him intensely, Logan kisses back, heavy, passionate kissing, soft moans, the record scratches and stops playing, loud abrupt noises outside*

Wade: oh God damn it! every time we try to recreate the Love scene something interrupts us!

Logan: it's okay bub *holds Wade's face and kisses him deeply* we have all the time in the world *smirks*

*loud banging and explosions and screaming outside*

Logan: Wade...what the hell is that?

Wade: you should go out and check you big sexy strong man you *giggles*

*Logan opens the door, it looks like a wasteland full of movie studio logos everywhere, this time it's not desert with Cassandra Nova, it's more like the streets of Detroit, Michigan, Terminator endoskeletons shooting at people, the real Kyle Reese shooting at them and the T-800 protecting him, Adult Edward Furlong arrives with a machine gun*

Wade: *gasps loudly* Mother of God!! John Connor??

*Christian Bale shows up looking like he did as John Connor from Terminator Salvation as well*

Logan: I think we just entered the Terminator franchise for real Wade

Arnold/T-800: *puts his hand out to Wade and Logan* come with me if you want to live, laugh and love

Wade: whoa, Uncle Bob does self help now?

Edward/JC: yeah he actually sells books now

T-800: I only shoot people now when they deserve it

Logan: *raises his eyebrow* I think I like this guy

Kyle Reese: whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, you guys can't go back into that hotel room!

Wade: why not?

Kyle: just trust me, these hotel rooms are cursed

Logan: where are we exactly? Wade...baby...what did you do?

Wade: I stuck us in a timeline generator

Edward: oh my God!! why would you do that?? we are so fucked right now Spiderman!!

Wade: what do you mean?

*Linda Hamilton shows up with a group of military men*

Linda: Wade Wilson, give me that time watch!

Logan: time watch? baby you said that was only a watch!

Wade: I may have lied a little

Logan: why would you do that?!

Wade: I wanted to take us on an adventure for our honeymoon sugar pie honey bunch

Arnold: give us the watch Paul Dead

Wade: no! I wanna play with Lana!*twists the watch on his wrist, a huge explosion goes off, everything turns white*

*pure silence, Wade wakes up in the middle of a beach, somewhere in California*

Wade: *looks around, panicking* Logan, baby...Wolfie!!

*Logan wakes up in another place without Wade, looks like a forest*

Logan: Wade...Wade?!!

Wade: *whimpers, sniffles* I take it all back Linda Hamilton, I don't like this!!...I want my husband back...ahh fuck...why do I do these things? first I fix my timeline and then I fuck it up because I wanna blend every other timeline *whimpers* Logan I'm sorry baby...I just wanted to play...I lost my Wolfie again...I wish, I wish upon a star, to not be a jackass so I could have my Wolfie back...aahh fuck!!

*kicks sand and screams, he falls to his knees and sobs, a picture falls out of his pocket*

Wade: *grabs the picture and looks at it, he and Logan are kissing on their wedding day, Logan's in a tux, Wade has a white wedding gown on top of his Deadpool suit, he touches the picture, he looks at us/the audience* I lost the Kyle Reese to my Sarah Connor...well...I'm gonna need all the help that I can get...and Logan, Baby, if you can somehow hear this...I pray to God you'll forgive me for fucking up our honeymoon...God I must be one of those donkeys from pleasure island...

*Baywatch theme starts playing, Wade turns to look*

Wade: oh my God...

*Pamela Anderson starts running down the beach in slow-motion, Wade gasps*

Wade: I used to have dreams like this!!... but not anymore Pammy, this Deadpool promised his Wolfie to go the monogamous route and I have to keep my mans happy

Pamela: hey you, Spiderman! who are you talking to?

Wade: the people reading this of course

Pamela: hey is that a time watch? those are illegal you know that?

Wade: yeah I kind of do stupid things sometimes...but hear me out, I have to get back home to my husband...only, there's a problem...

Pamela: you broke the space time continuoum?

Wade: kind of?

Pamela: oh fuck, Spiderman...

Wade: *wails loudly* I miss my husband!!

*Logan keeps going through the forest, he seems lost and stuck inside an endless forest, he stops walking*

Logan: fucking hell Logan!! *his voice echoes, he sniffles, he nods his head and sighs* we should've just stayed home for our honeymoon...but you always have to have crazy ideas don't you? ...that's what I love and hate about you...if you can hear me baby, I'm not mad at you...I love you...I know you can't help yourself...God did I marry a donkey from pleasure island?

*Logan notices in the distance is a 7-11*

Logan: oh God...a 7-11...our favorite place to make out in public

+ to be continued in Chapter 2+