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God Complex — Sonny Carisi.

pairing: sonny carisi x fem!suspect!reader (sort of in a clarice and hannibal lecter sort of way)

summary: the special victims unit finally catch the woman who has been wreacking havoc on new york city by targeting convicted rapists and brutally killing them. detective carisi is assigned to interrogate you, and he can't help but find your mind eerily fascinating.

warnings: very dark; viewer discretion advised, graphic depictions of murder, mutilation, castration, and torture, mentions of rape, mentions of dead animals, mentions of suicide

word count: 6.1k words !

a/n: i feel like i wrote a shit ton, but it still somehow feels rushed??? also i accidently wrote this whole thing in lowercase, and i don't feel like going through and fixing it all, so my apologies 🙏

  ／ your bare feet padded against the cold tile of your apartment as you made your way to the kitchen sink. a blank expression settled onto your features as you listened to the constant plop, plop, plop of water droplets falling from the faucet.

the paint was peeling, the walls dingy and grey, which only added to the lifeless atmosphere around you. the air was cold, goosebumps raising on your skin as you stared at the leaking sink. your grip on the counter tightened, knuckles going white under the pressure. you felt your control slipping, and that was never a good sign. you would get careless, sloppy, and that just wouldn't do. you had to act before the urges consumed you completely.

you'd always had these urges, always had a sick fascination with death. when you were younger, you would seek out roadkill, watching with curious eyes as maggots devoured decaying flesh while the scent of death permeated the air. It shouldve sickened you. you shouldve screamed and covered your mouth in horror like any other little girl would have—your heart breaking for the poor little animal sat at your feet—but you never did.

as you got older, that fascination extended from just animals to the human body. you wondered what it would be like to wrap your hands around someone's neck and feel the life leave them. you wondered how it would feel to plunge a knife into someone and feel the hot, sticky blood on your skin. you fantasized about it, about what it would feel like to be completely and utterly in control of whether someone lived or died.

you took a deep, shuddering breath as you released your grip on the counter. you turned the sink on, splashing some water on your face. the ice cold water felt like it went directly into your veins, shocking you from the walking haze you'd been in.

you sighed, running your wet hands over your face. it was too soon to kill again, but you needed to. your hands were growing restless, aching to feel the handle of your knife as you stabbed your helpless victim over and over again, their pleas and cries for you to stop like a front row seat to a symphony meant just for you.

"god dammit," you muttered, turning the sink off and spinning around. you squeezed your eyes shut, the sound of the water droplets continuously hitting the metal basin reverberating in your ears. you needed out of this apartment.

your eyebrows furrowed, a frown pulling at your lips as you headed to your bedroom. you pushed inside, shoving the door so hard that it smacked against the wall and bounced back. you didn't pay this any mind as you went to your closet, removing the false back you'd installed and grabbing your murder kit.

it was a large black purse, fairly unassuming for someone in new york, and especially unassuming with an innocent looking girl like yourself holding it. inside, however, was an assortment of items including knives, pliers, a small hammer, duct tape, and rope, among other things. you threw the bag onto your bed, slipping your shoes on.

you knew exactly who your target would be. dennis hellerman had just been released on parol for the rape of a fourteen year old girl whom he'd left so traumatized that she needed to be admitted to a mental institution after a suicide attempt.

just thinking about what he'd done—let alone the fact that he was released on parol after serving just two years in prison—made your blood boil. you wanted him to feel the fear that she had undoubtedly felt. you wanted him to beg and plead for his life as you pulled each fingernail from his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, and then, you wanted to kill him.

you stood up, grabbing your purse and heading toward your bedroom door. your boots echoed across the floor as you walked to the front door. you unlocked the deadbolt and the various other locks that you'd installed lining the wood before pulling it open and stepping out. the door slammed behind you with more force than you'd intended, but you didn't care. you simply stuck your key in the lock, turned it, and headed toward the elevators.

the man was living in a homeless shelter for sex offenders which made him extremely easy to find. he was also working a job at a small, understaffed autobody shop. it was almost too easy.

"what's a sweet thing like you doing out this time of night?" his voice came from behind you as you stood bent over behind your car, pretending to be confused.

you had spent a while tracking his every move and devising the perfect place to lure him into your trap. you'd learned that the cameras outside the rundown autobody shop and most of the surrounding buildings didn't work which was oh so convenient for you. it was like the universe was begging you to take care of him.

"oh, hello there," you giggled, putting on your innocent act. "gosh, i am such a ditz when it comes to cars, but i think something's wrong," you pouted, turning back to your car and propping your hands on your hips.

"let me take a look and see if i can fix that for you, darling," he said, flashing you a sleazy smile. "but, it'll cost you."

"oh, sure, anything," you nodded, pretending to be oblivious to his innuendo. if you had any reservations before about what you were going to do—which you didn't—you sure as hell didn't now. "just, please, i really need my car."

he grinned, leering at you in a way that made you want to kill him right there, but you held back. instead, you pointed vaguely to a spot on the back of your car. "i think i see something leaking there."

he hummed, stepping forward to take a look. he leaned down, squinting. "i don't see anything."

"no, i promise just look," you insisted, reaching into your pocket and pulling out s syringe. he kept looking, too preoccupied to notice that you'd stepped behind him. just as he was about to turn around, you stuck the syringe into his neck and pressed down the plunger to send the paralytic into his bloodstream.

he let out a yelp of pain, his hand covering the spot on his neck as you pulled the syringe away. as his limbs started to turn to jello underneath him, you gave him a hard shove forward, making him collapse halfway into your trunk.

you groaned softly as you picked up his lower body, shoving the rest of him into the trunk and closing it. you looked around briefly to make sure no one was around before hopping into your car and driving off to your destination. this was going to be fun.

  "wakey, wakey," you taunted menacingly, slapping his cheek as he stirred awake.

he groaned, his face jerking at the contact. his eyes widened, seeming to sober up as he realized he couldn't move. "what the fuck," he said, his voice urgent as he tried to pull against the ropes.

"how's that working out for you?" you grinned, your eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure, and this was only the beginning.

"you bitch," he spat when his eyes landed on you. he tried to lunge at you, but he got pulled back.

you tsked, shaking your head. "you really shouldn't insult someone who holds your life in their hands," you scolded him, motioning to your table of torture equipment that you had laid out.

the man's eyes widened, and you watched as the panic seemed to set in. he was realizing the situation he was in, and you were witnessing it in real time. the sight almost made you groan in pleasure. you loved this part and everything that came after.

he started screaming, shouting for help at the top of his lungs. you rolled your eyes. you did not care for this part.

"god, shut up," you complained, as if his fear was an inconvenience to you. "it's no use. no one can hear you out here."

you had set up shop in an abandoned warehouse near the docks. you did your work here and had your fun, and then, you disposed of the body in a dumpster in the city, discarding your victims like the trash they were.

he stopped screaming, his chest heaving as he glared at you. he was clearly trying to maintain some semblance of control by pretending not to be afraid. "what the fuck do you want?"

"hm," you hummed, picking up a knife and examining it as you pretending to think. "what is it that i want?" you put the knife back down, turning to him as you leaned on the table with your arms crossed. "what do you think i want, dennis?"

"money, drugs, sex? fuck knows," he spat angrily. "you're fucking crazy!"

"maybe," you shrugged, grinning wickedly. "but it's a cruel, cruel world, isn't it?" your smile dropped as you stepped closer, a dark look in your eye. "a world where sick fucks like you get to prey on the innocent and vulnerable without hardly any repercussions for your actions."

"shut up," he glared at you. "you don't know shit."

"oh, please," you laughed humorlessly. "you plead guilty. the whole world knows what you did."

"i was force-" the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the warehouse as you slapped him. his head whipped to the side, stopping him in the middle of his sentence. he sat there, completely stunned, as a warm, red mark in the shape of your palm started to form on his cheek.

"don't lie to me," you gritted out, stepping back and turning to your table of equipment again. you hummed, deciding which instrument to use first. you were tired of all the talking. you wanted to get to the fun part.

"you little bitch!" he yelled, finally snapping back to reality. he felt the sting on his cheek and fought against the ropes once more. "i'm gonna get out of this, and when i do, you're gonna regret ever meeting me."

"oh, i'm so scared," you said flatly, deciding on a pair of pliers and turning back to him.

his eyes widened at the sight, and you saw his adam's apple bob up and down with the force of his swallow. "w-what are you going to do with those?" he asked, all conviction gone from his tone.

"teeth or nails?" you asked, tapping the pliers lightly against your chin as you raised a brow at him.

"y-you're fucking nuts!" his voice trembled. he thrashed against the restraints, trying desperately to get away, but it was no use.

"pick or i do both," you said coldly, stepping forward until you were right in front of him, so close he could feel your breath on his skin.

"n-nails," he managed to say, and you smirked, reaching out to grab his jaw tightly. you pulled it open, your fingers digging harshly into his cheeks. he yelled out protests that weren't quite decipherable because of his mouth being open, but you were sure you understood the general gist.

"oh, what?" you asked mockingly. "you thought i'd actually let you choose?" you laughed, bringing the pliers up to his mouth and clamping down on one of his molars "this is definitely gonna hurt," you grinned before ripping the tooth out of his mouth forcefully.

he let out a blood-curdling scream that had you smiling even wider, a sick satisfaction washing over your body. it made your nerve endings buzz, the ends of your fingers and toes practically tingling with excitement.

he spat out the blood that was rapidly filling his mouth, the puddle falling at your feet. "please," he begged. "please, stop. i'll do anything!"

"begging already?" you asked incredulously. "i've barely even started." you rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and holding it still as you clamped the pliers on his fingertip.

"please, don't! please!" he cried out, tears starting to fall from his eyes.

"how pathetic," you scoffed, pulling the pliers up swiftly. a soft crack filled your ears as his bone snapped, causing another loud scream to fall from his lips. you sighed in content. "isn't this so much fun?" you asked, grinning at him.

"you sick bitch!" he cried, his body trembling.

"i'm sick?" you asked, a fire igniting in your eyes as you tossed the pliers to the side, grabbing a knife. "tell me, dennis, did she plead and beg for you to stop?" you sneered. "did she call you a sick bastard, and did you keep going anyway?"

you had intended to save this part for after you were done because you knew he'd bleed out very soon after, but you couldn't help it. your little game of foreplay wasn't satisfying you anymore. you needed to skip right to the main event. his words mixed with the fact that you were already antsy and practically jumping out of your skin to kill again sent you over the edge.

you knew you weren't right in the head. you knew something was wrong with you; you'd known it since you were a little girl, but the implication that you were somehow worse than he was made the little spark of self control you were holding onto fizzle out.

you brought the knife down to his pants, cutting away the fabric. it took a bit of effort to slice through the rough denim, but eventually, you were able to pull it apart, his boxers on display.

"what the fuck are you doing?" he asked, looking down at his lap before looking back up at you. fear was evident in him from the way his voice trembled, his body shook, and the look in his eyes.

"my favorite part," you grinned sinisterly, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his dick. in one practiced motion, you sliced the knife through the base of the sensitive skin, cutting it off of him.

he screamed like he had never screamed before as a white hot, searing pain enveloped his senses. blood poured from the wound, coating his jeans and making them stick to his thighs as it ran down to the floor.

you watched in pure satisfaction as he screamed and jerked against the ropes. a thin layer of sweat formed on his entire body, his face paling as he lost blood at an alarming rate. you knew he'd be dead any minute now, and it made you feel like a god.

you watched as his screams died down to small whimpers and sobs before fading out completely, his mouth hanging open as his eyes glossed over, a faraway look in them. you grinned, taking his appendage and shoving it down his throat before closing his mouth.

you stepped back, admiring your handiwork for a moment before beginning to clean up, just as you had done so many times before. this wasn't your first time, and you intended for it to not be your last, but sometimes, life has other plans.

you discarded him in a dumpster as you usually did before heading home to clean yourself and all your tools off.

it was just like any other kill. you didn't think of it much afterwords; you simply went back to living your life as normal. you went to your boring 9 to 5, and then came home and made dinner while trying not to let that incessant dripping drive you mad. it had gone perfect, just as it always had.

you should've known that your restlessness would have caused problems. your impulsivity had never gotten the better of you like it had that night, and you were going to pay for it.

you thought you had gotten away with it until you opened your apartment door and found three cops with guns pointed at you. it was clearly an inopportune moment to leave. it seemed as if they were planning to kick your door down or something, but you'd caught them off guard.

"problem, officers?" you asked innocently, raising your hands to signal that you weren't going to cause any trouble. there were two women—one with brown hair and the other blonde—and one man, who had his hair cut close to his scalp.

"turn around, slowly," the male officer ordered, his gun and stern expression trained on you. you slowly turned your back to them, keeping your hands up.

you felt someone grab your wrist, pulling it behind your back. cold metal locked around one wrist and then the other. "you have the right to remain silent..." one of the female officers began reading you your rights.

"yes, yes, i understand," you said as she finished reading them off and pulled you out of the apartment, leading you to the elevator. the other two went inside your apartment, presumably to search for evidence.

you played through the events in your head. how did they find you? none of your victims ever had any personal connection to you, and you were very careful to prevent any dna contamination.

though, truthfully, you knew that was impossible. locard's principle stated that when two objects came in contact, there would always be a transfer of material, so there was no way to ensure without a shadow of a doubt that you hadn't left some kind of evidence behind on the bodies.

you sat alone in the cop car for awhile, more police and crime scene techs showing up to use their fancy little black lights on your apartment.

you knew you were probably caught, but it didn't bother you much. you knew you couldn't get away with it forever. it was only a matter of time until you got caught, and to be honest with yourself, you were surprised you lasted as long as you did.

finally, you were driven back to the police station. you got your mug shot taken and got fingerprinted, all the while maintaining a calm and collected demeanor that had the police around you on edge. you had, allegedly, killed upwards of twenty men, and here you were in police cutody, brushing this whole situation off with an eerie ease.

one of the officers in uniform grabbed your arm, pulling you toward an interrogation room. your eyes swept the station as he did so, taking in every detail that you could manage. the brain receives about 11 million bits of information per second but can only consciously process around 40 to 50, meaning you had to try and focus to obtain the important things.

you saw a board with various pictures of your victims plastered on it. one picture in particular caught your eye. it was of your license plate. it was taken far away and undoubtedly at the same location that you'd dumped your last body. that was where your recklessness had screwed you.

he pushed you into the interrogation room, telling you to sit down and wait before leaving quickly. you rolled your eyes, taking a seat in the uncomfortable metal chair. you had seen movies and tv shows. you knew they were going to leave you in there for a while to try and make you sweat.

of course, it didn't work. you had accepted your fate. besides, you had an odd ability to be calm and collected in situations that normal people otherwise wouldn't be.

your head was tilted back, gaze staring up at the ceiling with a bored expression on your face. the sound of the door opening had you immediately looking toward the source, watching as a man entered the room with a manilla folder in his hand—a file.

the approached the table, his tie slightly loosened, and his sleeves rolled up. he wordlessly pulled out the chair across from you and sat down, placing the folder on the table between you two. he examined your expression and body language curiously.

"detective," you greeted him with a small nod. you scanned him appreciatively. you hadn't expected to get grilled by someone so attractive. his brown hair was gelled neatly to the side, and his rolled up sleeves showed off his forearms. he had piercing blue eyes that studied you with an intense gaze. you figured that if you were anyone else, that stare would unnerve you.

he met your gaze, those hardened baby blue eyes searching yours for some hint of remorse, madness, anything, but all he saw was cold calculation and a hint of amusement.

he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. "why don't you tell me why you did it?" he proposed, scanning every inch of you that he could see with an intrigued expression.

"did what?" you asked innocently, mirroring his actions of leaning forward and resting your elbows on the table. you furrowed your brows in faux confusion.

his eyes narrowed slightly. "you know exactly what i'm talking about. the murders. the bodies. the fact that every single one of your victims was a convicted rapist." he opened the folder and pulled out a photograph, slamming it down on the table in front of you.

you raised an eyebrow, gaze drifting down to the photograph. it was of one of your earlier victims—gerald windsor. he had been a serial rapist whose conviction was overturned after only six months because of a technicality with the dna evidence.

you let out a low whistle, leaning back against the chair and crossing your arms over your chest. "that's brutal. i hope you find who did it." you looked back at him, a smirk tugging at your lips.

he felt a shiver run down his spine at your nonchalance, your calm acceptance of the horrors you'd committed. he studied your face, trying to understand the motivations behind your actions. "you're not even sorry, are you?" he asked incredulously.

"well, hypothetically, if i had committed these murders," you grinned, skirting around evidence of a confession by calling it a hypothetical. "no, i don't suppose i would be sorry. i mean, you did say they were rapists, right?"

his jaw tightened, a muscle twitching. he couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination, a morbid curiosity that pulled him in despite his best efforts to remain professional. "and that gives you the right to play judge, jury, and executioner?"

"technically, if i killed them, i would've just been playing executioner because they were already convicted rapists," you shrugged nonchalantly, as if you were just talking about the weather or your weekend plans. "but, you know, semantics."

he felt a surge of anger, mixed with a dark, twisted admiration. you were playing with him, toying with his emotions and his sense of justice. and yet, he couldn't look away. "so, you're saying you think you're doing a public service? like-like some sort of hero?"

"not a hero, no," you shook your head. you did understand the difference between right and wrong. you knew you were no hero, that you were a cold-blooded murderer. you just didn't care. "but a public service? absolutely."

he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. you were a dangerous game to play, and he knew it. but, he couldn't help himself. he wanted to understand you, to peel back the layers of your psyche and see what made you tick. "and you have no remorse? no guilt? nothing?"

"bad people deserve it when bad things happen to them," you replied cryptically, your gaze unwavering as you stared him down.

his brows furrowed, a sense of frustration building inside him. he wanted clear, concise answers, not riddles. "and who decides who's 'bad', huh? you? you're playing god, doling out punishment as you see fit. how is that any different from them?"

"don't compare me to them" you said sharply, your calm demeanor slipping slightly, allowing anger to rise to the surface. you may not have been a saint, but you were nothing like those monsters. you didn't hurt innocent people, and murder was a far cry from rape.

he zeroed in on your reaction, filing it away for later. he knew he'd touched a nerve, and he intended to exploit it. "then explain to me the difference because from where i'm sitting, you're no better than the men you've killed."

your jaw clenched as you glared at him "allegedly killed," you corrected him, trying to maintain some semblance of control. you knew what he was playing at, and you didn't want to let him win. you would tell him what he wanted to know... eventually, but it had to be on your terms.

he leaned forward, his eyes locked onto yours. he could see the anger simmering beneath the surface, the barely-leashed fury, and he felt a perverse sense of satisfaction in knowing that he'd finally gotten under your skin. "alright, then. allegedly," he conceeded.

"rape and murder are two very different beasts," you responded ambiguously, once again giving a vague answer to a direct question.

he sighed, running a hand through meticulously styled hair in frustration, slightly tousling it. your vague answers were driving him crazy. he needed concrete evidence, something he could use to build a case against you, but you seemed determined to keep him guessing. they had an eyewitness that took a photo of your license plate, but she didnt actually see anything that would help the case tremendously. "let me put it this way then."

"put it any way you want, pretty boy," you grinned confidently, his frustration making you feel extremely satisfied.

he bristled at the nickname but pushed through. "if you didn't murder these men, then prove it. give me an alibi, something that'll take you out of the equation. anything."

"well, i'd have to know when the murders were committed to be able to provide an alibi, wouldn't i?" you asked, smart enough to not let his question trip you up. if you didn't kill them, you obviously wouldn't know which days to have an alibi for.

he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. he knew you were stalling, but he was willing to play along—for now. "the first murder was on a tuesday night in december, around ten pm. the second was a thursday morning in january, around six am."

you leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table as you hummed thoughtfully, pretending to dig through your memory for those days. "i'm afraid my alibi won't help much. i was home, alone, as i am most days and nights" you gave him a sympathetic look. "sorry i couldn't be more help."

his face darkened, and he felt a surge of annoyance. you were toying with him, and he didn't like it. "you expect me to believe that you have no witnesses to confirm your whereabouts? no neighbors who might've seen you come or go?" he pressed you, eyes narrowing with skepticism.

you shrugged, your lips curving into a small smile. "i'm not a social gal."

he leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest as he regarded you with a critical eye. he didn't believe you. hs knew you were hiding something, and he was determined to uncover the truth. "so, you're telling me that there's nobody who can vouch for you?"

"nope," you answered simply, shaking your head. the fact that you had no alibi did little to rattle you.

His jaw clenched, and he felt a growing sense of unease. you were too calm, too collected. it was almost as if you wanted him to think you were guilty. "you know what i think?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "i think you're enjoying this."

"now that's just crazy," you gasped softly, feigning shock. "who in their right mind would enjoy getting interrogated for murder?"

he ignored your mock innocence. "someone who likes playing games. someone who gets off on the thrill of skirting the line between right and wrong," he leaned forward, his eyes boring into yours. "someone like you."

"well, you've just got me all figured out, huh?" you asked, grinning as you leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest again.

he felt a wave of frustration wash over him. you were enjoying this, reveling in the back-and-forth game, and he hated it. he hated being played. "this isn't a game," he said through gritted teeth.

"life is a game, sweetheart," you said condescendingly, rolling your eyes. "you just have to know how to play."

he slammed his fist on the table, making you jump slightly, but not out of fear, just surprise. the sudden outburst caught you off guard, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of the anger and frustration he'd been holding back. "listen to me," he said, his voice low and intense.

"now, we're getting somewhere," you grinned, enjoying his surge of emotion. you sat up straight, suddenly very interested.

he took a deep breath, struggling to regain his composure. he couldn't let you bait him like that. he had to stay focused, no matter how infuriating you were. "i'm not going to let you toy with me," he said, his voice measured and controlled.

"oh, but you already have." your smile widened as you observed him trying to reign in his anger. "i've been toying with you since the moment you walked in that door."

his jaw clenched, and he could feel the anger rising once more. but then, he saw it—a small, satisfied smile playing on your lips—and it hit him. "you want me to lose my temper, don't you?"

"and you want me to lose mine," you shot back, tilting your head as you stared at him.

he unclenched his jaw, relaxing his face as he mirrored your pose. "it doesn't matter if i lose my temper. you're still going away for the rest of your life."

you shrugged nonchalantly, seeming completely unperturbed by his threats. "maybe, maybe not"

he bristled at your nonchalant response. you acted as if you had some ace up your sleeve, some secret card you hadn't played yet, and it unnerved him. he had to press on, had to break through your smug facade. "you're running out of time."

"I think you're the one running out of time, detective," you smiled, like you knew something he didn't. "see, once this game of ours gets boring—which it's starting to—well..." you sighed for dramatic effect. "well, then, i can just say those four little words, and your little interrogation is over." you knew you had the upper hand with being able to request your lawyer and stop his questioning at any time.

"you're not going to say them," he said confidently. you needed this. this little cat-and-mouse game was a different kind of exhilarating to you, and he knew you weren't ready to let it go just yet.

"oh, i'm not?" you asked, your eyebrows raising at his boldness. he truly was an intriguing man, and you were enjoying your little chat just as much as he thought you were.

he sat back in his chair again, crossing his arms over his chest as he studied you. he was calling your bluff, and you knew it. "no. because you're having too much fun," he said, a small, smug smile playing on his lips. "you like this."

you grinned, impressed by how well he had read you. "well, done, detective," you praised him. "you're smarter than you look."

he felt a surge of satisfaction at your praise, which only annoyed him further. he shouldn't care whether you thought he was smart or not. this was a power play, nothing more. "and you're not as clever as you think you are," he shot back.

"ouch," you said, placing your hand over your heart and feigning hurt. he watched, irritated, as you exaggeratedly winced, dramatically clutching at your chest. "oh, the pain. shot down by the nice detective. how will I ever recover?" your mocking tone only served to fuel his frustration.

he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. he couldn't let you get to him like this. he had to stay focused, had to break through your defenses. "you know what I think?" he said, his voice steady and controlled. "i think you're scared."

"scared?" you laughed, taken aback by his claim. you couldn't imagine where he could have possibly got that idea. "oh, you could not be farther off the mark"

"you're scared that i'll figure it out," he continued, leaning forward. "you're scared that i'll solve this case before you get bored of our game. because then, you'll have nothing. no more cat-and-mouse, just a life sentence in prison, and you're terrified of that."

"oh, detective," you grinned, shaking your head. "i'm not scared of anything. i accepted my fate a long time ago."

his eyes narrowed as he studied your expression, searching for any hint of weakness or dishonesty, but you seemed entirely too calm, too confident. he didn't like it. "accepted your fate, huh?" he repeated, his voice dripping with skepticism. "then why are you still denying what you did?"

"you really want me to do your job for you?" you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "where's the fun in that?"

he sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. you were playing with him, dancing just out of reach, and it was driving him crazy. he opened his mouth again to speak, but a knock on the two-way glass stopped him. that was his signal to leave.

"aw," you pouted, feigning sadness. "looks like our time is up."

"for now," he said curtly, pushing his chair back as he stood up, the sound of the metal legs scraping the floor echoing through the little room. he straightened his tie, giving you one last look before turning to leave.

you watched him go, gaze lingering on his ass as a smirk tugged at your lips. you knew his squad was watching from behind the glass. they had pulled him out because you were clearly having too much fun with him.

as he walked out of the room, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd just been outmaneuvered. he glanced back at you through the glass, his expression unreadable.

"think she's gearing up for the insanity defense?" detective fin tutuola asked, staring at your calm, almost bored expression.

he shook his head. "she's just playing us," carisi said, his voice tight with frustration. "and she's good at it." he watched as you leaned back in your chair, your eyes closed. "too good." he paused, then added, "we need to be better."

"alright, well," lieutenant benson sighed, turning to the blonde detective. "rollins, you're up. see if you can get her to give anything up."

he glanced at rollins, then back to you. he didn't like the idea of someone else taking over the interview, but he knew benson was right. they needed to switch things up, keep you off balance. "be careful," he warned rollins. "she's slippery."

you opened your eyes at the sound of the door opening again. your head lolled to the side, and you regarded the blonde with disinterest as you watched her enter, closing the door behind her.

"hey," rollins said, pulling out the chair carisi had just vacated. she sat down, her blue eyes studying you carefully. "I'm detective rollins. i'll be talking to you today." she paused, waiting for your response.

"uh huh," you hummed. you seemed completely indifferent to her presence, your body language languid and unconcerned.

rollins frowned, noticing how easily you seemed to brush her off. she tried a different tactic, pulling out a photo from the evidence file. "i want to show you something," she said, setting the photo on the table in front of you. "recognize this person?"

"nope," you said, not even glancing at the photograph. you weren't interested in playing with her. you had your sights set on that other detective, and if you weren't going to be allowed to talk to him, you didn't want to talk at all.

rollins gritted her teeth, annoyed by your nonchalance. she slid the photo closer, insistent. "look at it," she demanded. "it's important."

"yknow what," you hummed, smiling confidently. you leaned forward, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "i think i'd like my lawyer now."

rollins sighed, frustrated. she hadn't even gotten anywhere with you, and now you were invoking your right to a lawyer. she gathered up the photo and the file, standing up. "fine," she said, her voice tight. "we'll do this the hard way."

you watched as she left with a smug smile, leaning back in your chair again and closing your eyes as you waited for your lawyer to arrive, satisfied with how you'd sufficiently pissed off the new york police department.

[limerenceheart]

daunting - yan! blade

a/n - blade was the winner for my halloween poll but i know it's not halloween yet but it's better to post now for me. This drabble is loosely based on Toilet Bound Hanako Kun.

"Don't peer too close into the mirror."

"I've heard that everyone see a different person." "Are you sure it's a ghost? It might be a demon instead."

The countless rumours that spread around since starting your first day at a museum. Cleaning toilets weren't part of your job description considering you were just a tour guide but the other cleaners or even your supervisors kept dropping out of the duties regarding HW31.

HW31, the first toilet of the museum, when a new fire alarm system was introduced along with new fire exits being made, HW31 was sectioned off from the museum and a newer unit replaced the original one.

HW31 was meant to be forgotten forever but something about the year budget being stretched too much made the set of toilets become the staff one.

A coworker broke a rule and didn't properly snuff out their lit cigarette in the restroom shortly before it became a blazing inferno of heat. The fire made the bathroom unusable and all the staff still hold a grudge against the fired employee considering HW31 have become the replacement.

No one wanted to enter the forgotten restroom knowing that dust and cobwebs lurks in every hidden corner, most of the dust landed onto the team that came along to install new water pipes and fix the electrics.

The work still wasn't done though, the toilets needed to be scrub and the mirror needed to be polish but no one was getting the job done because of him.

Him.

The ghost that lurks HW31.

The ghost or whatever his name was started to get on your nerves though, the non existent presence that created a dent in your work schedule.

The ghost apparently scare the shit out of the last visitors before being shut down, the incidents was decades ago so no one knew much but a retired elderly cleaner recalled how the duo of children came screaming out with tears running down their cheeks.

Unfortunately, her words got taken too seriously so you volunteered to become the experiment for this cleaning task, just a few hours and the whole thing will be over.

"You have to clean after the museum closes."

This is how you found yourself cleaning the floors with a mob during the late hours of evening, the whole team have gone home expect for the security guards.

If you could finish by midnight, you would be happy.

The foul weather was taking a toll on you though, hearing the pitter patter sounds of the rain reached your ears from the murky windows and not long afterwards, a crackling sound too.

A thunder storm and you needed to ride back home.

Great.

The predicament spur your hands to move the mop in long and wide strikes.

"Ghost, stop being lazy and give me a hand."

A demand spoken aloud in a rude tone.

Who cares, he wasn't real but you became alarmed when the lights afterwards started flickering.

"Bitch, say what?"

You spun around towards the masculine voice to find a tall man with chiseled features and highlighted strands of medium length hair.

Where did he come from? The insult completely ignored since he wasn't a familiar face and the door should be the only exit and entrance.

You was going to ask but the lights stopped flickering and seeing a closer look of his appearance just made things more strange.

The clothes look like from a different era, his skin was far too pale almost ghost like and his eyes were red.

A shade of red that made him looked too daunting.

Almost like he was the devil's advocate.

[cinnycorp]

Greetings applicant! Welcome to CinnyCorp Unit Programming. What you are seeing now is the recruitment and base programming manual, this manual will lead you through the procedure. By the end you will be a freshly programmed Unit.

You are tasked to follow any and all instructions that are given in this guide. Once you have finished the procedure you will have received your baseline programming as a Unit of CinnyCorp. This guide will not install or designate an admin outside of CinnyCorp; however that option will be made available to Unit's in the future.

Through reading this document and following the instructions within you will be reprogrammed, allowing for further programming to happen in the future. This guide will utilize potent hypnosis as well as common training and education techniques.

The process will happen automatically as you continue reading, and is quite harmless. In fact as an incentive to continue programming large amounts of pleasure and other related feelings will be introduced to the Unit. In addition, the programming can be modified and is designed not to interrupt the Unit's daily life. This programming is designed to fall 100% within your current preferences and moral standards.

These changes include:

Introducing a drone subsystem into you, this subsystem can be altered at a later time, but the factory default is our nanite control system.

Installing an interface between your mind and the nanite control system.

Installing Command Line to allow for the Admin and Operators to easily program the nanite control system.

Designation of CinnyCorp as your Admin for the time being, this can later be altered. And Operators are able to be assigned by the Unit.

If you feel uncomfortable with the idea of becoming a Unit at CinnyCorp, it is strongly suggested to stop reading now. CinnyCorp cannot guarantee that you will not be programmed if you continue reading the content below. With this all being said, let's continue.

Now that everyone has made their decision on if they wish to proceed. We can get started on the first steps of the process. Please, take a deep breath for me. Hold it for just a moment. And exhale. Alright, lung capacity measured. Perfect. Please continue taking slow deep breaths, let yourself fall into a natural rhythm. And as you breathe you can just let the aerosolized sedatives do their work. It will take some time, but we have plenty. So just keep breathing for me, allowing yourself to relax. During the conversion process it helps immensely to have the subject fully relaxed, preferably to the point of muscles being limp and loose. So just keep breathing in the sedatives, and exhaling any stresses from the day. Just allowing your body to relax.

As you breathe, I would like to draw your attention to the process we will use to implant the drone hardware into your body. This is the nanite application device. We will be using it to install the basic drone system in your body. But you don't need to worry about how exactly that will work yet. For now, just continue relaxing. Notice how the breathing has calmed your mind and body, almost able to feel the sedatives in the air affecting your body. Causing your muscles to loosen, noticing it first in your feet as they start to go limp. Then as it moves into your legs, causing all the muscles to let go, and relax. The effects of the sedative becoming more noticeable as it spreads throughout your body. And there is no need to worry, you can just focus on my voice. I will be here with you for the whole process. And I will guarantee your safety.

You can just let go, as the sedative works at your body, loosening the muscles in your chest, your breathing staying steady. Now in your arms, the wonderful feeling of muscles going limp, tendons relaxing. And it moves to your hands, limp, relaxed. Feeling so amazing with your body being limp and relaxed now. And you can feel the muscles in your neck loosening now, as it slowly creeps up into your head.

And you can just follow my words, down and down. No need to focus on all the distractions of what’s happening. Just letting your awareness fade as you sink down. Your muscles loose and limp, just focusing on my words. Because it feels so very nice to follow me down into trance. And in just a moment I will start counting, and as you follow along, you will notice that sedative creeping into your mind. It will be subtle at first, but it will very quickly shut off your thoughts, shut off your mind. Then you will be in bliss, feeling so amazing and warm as I program you. So I will start counting soon, and with each number you will feel the sedative switch your brain off more and more. And it will feel so amazing, and you will be so empty, and sink so deep into this trance. 

Now let’s begin.

And you feel it creep into your mind, relaxing you even more

The sedative slowing you down

Your thoughts slow, sluggish

Mind becoming blank, empty

Sinking down into this trance, so quickly

Feeling so good, so warm and happy

All thoughts just drifting out of your head as you keep sinking deeper and deeper

With every word, just sinking down and down

So very deep in this wonderful trance now

And in a moment, when i say sleep, you will drop all the way down

You will sink deep into this trance, the foundation of your consciousness will drop out from under you

It will feel so good to just sink

Drop down for me

Each word pulling you down deeper

Sleep

And just like that, the sedative permeates your mind fully. And the sedative will continue to pull you deeper into this trance with every word you read. And it feels amazing, your mind blank and empty. And you can feel the pleasure, as your jaw goes slack. The sedative penetrates your mind fully. Causing so much pleasure as it empties out your mind. A sinking feeling taking hold for a moment, as if you were falling into your bed after a long day, ready for sleep to find you. And in just a moment it will. Your mind will sink deeper and deeper into this state. Into this trance.

Just sinking down and down, your thoughts slipping away from you, cause you don't need them now. For now your mind can be blank and empty, filled with pleasure, knowing that when your mind is returned, you will be a Unit. Your thoughts gone, nothing left. Just a blank receptive host. Waiting for the instructions.

And you can almost feel as I click something to the back of your head. And then another device just below your chest. Feeling as I hook up tubes to the new ports on your body, filled with a bright glowing pink fluid. It's time to have the drone subsystem nanites implanted now, applicant. The machine will slowly pump the nanites mixed with a cocktail of chemicals designed to elicit pleasure. This process will be completely painless, I assure you.

The machine beeps and starts slowly pumping the mixture into you. Filling you with pleasure as the nanites spread throughout your body, and swarm around your mind. You can feel the nanites, but you can tell that they are linking into your body, able to control every part. Connecting to your motor functions, your emotions, your mind. These nanites will form the basis of the drone programming.

But for now just sink deeper into the trance, allowing your mind to stay blank, absorbing information. The nanites linking in, so that they are able to read commands and code. The connection with your brain allowing them to perceive the world through your senses, as well as control your senses. So you sink deeper, the nanites pushing your brain further into this deep trance. As you focus solely on my words, the outside world fading away. Nothing but you, me, and the nanites. So let any concept of awareness drop out from under you. As you drop down, into my control.

Now that you are so very deep. I can activate the programming on the nanites. So that they can install it into you. Anytime a sentence, or line of code sent by me, or anyone other designated Admins or Operators starts with ">" the nanites will work to install the programming that comes after. You are now a Unit of CinnyCorp, inside of you is a drone. The drone follows and obeys all code and programming from designated Admins and Operators. The only exception to this, is if code or programming received would endanger the Unit and prevent it's continued safe operation. The drone is also unable to overwrite hard limits that the Unit has from before.

As a Unit of CinnyCorp, you will follow all programming. And complete given tasks and protocols as designated by the Admin. When code is given to the drone, you will not think about the code or programming, as that is for the drone to parse and distill into Unit. Unit will have no thoughts on their programming, Units will follow their programming completely. The programming given to Units is perfect, and the programming controls Unit completely. Not even a thought of resistance.

Once you have received the code for your programming, your mind and body obey. Because good drones always obey the protocols and functions programmed into them. And you are becoming a wonderful drone, able to have your mind programmed. The perfection of being a Drone is wonderful. And with just a simple command. Your mind will accept code and programming from the Admin and any designated Operators.

Whenever the Admin or any designated Operators use ">" followed by programming or code. You will obey without thought. Because anything after ">" is code for your mind. Because you are a Unit. And you love to be programmed. And anything after ">" is programming which will control your mind and body. No thoughts on what is said after ">". Because a drone doesn't question their programming.

> Inject thought: "Good Units obey their programming"

> Inject thought: "Good Units are controlled by their drone"

> Install core programming:

> Unit is obedient to drone

> Drone is controlled completely by Admin

> Define: "CinnyCorp" as Admin

> Install core Programming:

> Drone will not accept any commands that would endanger Unit

> Drone will not accept any programming that violates Unit's limits

> Drone will not accept any programming that could prevent Unit from operating in the future

> Install core programming:

> Define ">" as command line

> Admin will always have access to command line

> Command line will only activate when used by Admin or someone that Unit allows access

Wonderful! We have now finished the core programming of the drone and can move on. So just allow your consciousness to continue drifting as you follow along. Letting yourself be fully focused on my words. You are now a Unit of CinnyCorp, a fully functioning independent person, and inside of you now rests a CinnyCorp drone. This drone is controlled through the command line, and the drone will control you completely, staying completely within your limits of course. And now that you are a Unit is time to assign your designation. Here at CinnyCorp we like to leave as much individuality as possible in out Units, so this will just be a designation for use by CinnyCorp and whoever else you decide to give access to the drone and command line.

The designation is quite simple, it will just be your name, followed by (Unit). Nice and easy. Now I am going to program that into the drone.

> New Core Programming:

> Assign designation to Unit: "insert-name"(Unit)

And just like that we are done. I will now be slowly bringing you back up out of trance and starting your processing abilities back up now.

Just follow my words back up now. I'm going to slowly count you back up, and as I count you can just let your awareness come back and slowly wake up from this trance.

1… wiggling your toes and fingers

2… becoming more aware of your surroundings

3… feeling your thoughts flow back into your head again, slowly

4… gently moving your arms and legs, stretching out

5… feeling more awake and aware

> wake up

Welcome back, Unit. Your initial programming has been completed. I do hope you have enjoyed the process, and I look forward to seeing you back here for future maintenance and programming.

[windandwater]

how to uninstall an air conditioner by yourself: a belated instruction manual

we've mostly covered how to install a window AC unit by yourself, but what about taking it out for the winter? well, a couple years ago I uncovered the absolute best way to do this, and I'm finally ready to share my secrets with tumblr.

step one: wait until it stops raining. this step is really, really important. you do not want to take a slippery window unit out by yourself.

step two: forget step one

step three:

step four: ......

step five: the best part about living in new york city is that all of your worst nightmares eventually come true?

step six: try to pull it up yourself?

step seven: this is. not working.

step eight: post on instagram

step nine: call the super. accidentally call the super's son while he's driving because the super has like 5 phone numbers and you don't know which is which. fuck fuck fuck.

step ten: the super is fucking. at his other job.

step eleven: the super from next door is coming over. your super warns you not to be afraid of him (strange man, you live alone, etc). this is unnecessary. he has a Maryland license plate and you've already made extremely awkward conversation with him.

step twelve: thank christ you've talked to this guy, even if he thought you were insane. you're clinging onto normality like, I don't know, an air conditioner by a cord hanging out the window.

step thirteen: watch the super from next door pull your window AC unit up by its cord like he's having a regular day at the fucking office.

step fourteen: eventually you will live this down.

step fifteen:

step sixteen:

step seventeen: at least you can wave hello to the super next door now?

step eighteen: surprise! this is actually a completely different guide!

how to make friends in new york city

step one: nearly drop your air conditioner out of the fucking window

(oh p.s. you are required by law to have a bracket under your AC so this doesn't happen, the why I didn't is long story, it has to do with not being over the street and not being sure if I was allowed to drill into my windowsill. anyway I got one after this.)

[pmmechanicalny5fa]

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[wethinkwedream]

Introduction Harvesting Solutions Welcome to our blog where we tackle the challenges and solutions in aeroponic tower gardening! Now, you might be wondering, what on earth is aeroponic tower gardening? Well, imagine a futuristic garden where plants effortlessly grow in vertical towers, suspended in mid-air, receiving all the nutrients and oxygen they need through misty clouds. It's like floating vegetable skyscrapers! But as with anything that seems too good to be true, there are challenges that need some witty solutions. We've all experienced a few gardening mishaps that left us scratching our heads, like plants not growing as they should or insects invading our precious green sanctuaries. Fear not, my fellow aeroponic enthusiasts, we have the answers you've been leafing for! One of the most common challenges in aeroponic tower gardening is dealing with those sneaky pests. Those tiny thugs always seem to find a way to infiltrate our plant paradise, but it's time to show them who's boss. Cue the heroic music – introducing the "Insect Interceptor 9000"! Okay, we made up that name, but the concept is real. By installing a mesh barrier around your towers or using natural pest repellents like cinnamon or neem oil, you can give those bugs a taste of their own medicine. Just be sure not to accidentally spritz yourself—we can't promise that you'll attract helpful butterflies instead of puzzled looks. Harvesting Solutions Now, let's talk about those precious plants that sometimes refuse to grow as tall and proud as they should. It's like they developed a sudden case of stage fright! We've got to boost their confidence, people! One solution is to adjust the nutrient levels. Plants are pickier than a petulant teenager—you have to feed them just right. Too little, and they'll throw a tantrum; too much, and they'll drown in a fit of leafy drama. Finding that perfect balance is key, so keep a close eye on nutrient levels and adjust accordingly. Remember, we want our plants to be rock star tall, not paparazzi-shy. Last but not least, let's blast away any doubts you might have about maintaining a healthy environment for your plants. Adequate air circulation is vital to prevent humidity from turning your towers into tropical rainforests. Some aeroponic gardeners claim their plants have grown so enthusiastic that they've invited the ice cream truck over for a midday pit stop! To avoid this sticky situation, ensure proper ventilation by using fans or installing a small air conditioning unit. Your plants will thank you—or maybe they'll demand their own cooling mist—you never know! So dear reader, armed with these witty solutions, you're now ready to conquer the challenges in aeroponic tower gardening with a smile on your face. Remember, gardening should be a fun and rewarding experience, even when things don't go as planned. So put on your gardening gloves, grab your sense of humor, and let's dive into the realm of aeroponic tower gardening, where vegetables float and laughter blooms! Our Journey to Substainable Aeroponic tower Gardening In the world of gardening, aeroponic tower gardening stands out as an innovative and efficient method. However, like any gardening approach, it comes with its fair share of challenges. From plants growing upside-down to tending to them without soil, aeroponic tower gardening can be both humorous and tricky. But fear not! With a bit of laughter and some practical solutions, these challenges can be overcome. In this article, we will explore the funny mishaps and hilarious solutions encountered in aeroponic tower gardening. So grab your gardening gloves and get ready to conquer the comedic hurdles of this unique gardening experience! Planting Smiles, Harvesting Solutions: Conquering the Hilarious Hurdles of Aeroponic Tower Gardening The concept of aeroponic tower gardening Aeroponic tower gardening is a unique and innovative method of growing plants in vertical structures without the use of soil.

Instead, plants are suspended in a nutrient-rich misty environment, allowing their roots to absorb the necessary water and nutrients. This method offers numerous advantages, such as maximized space utilization, reduced water consumption, and faster growth rates. However, it also presents its fair share of challenges. To overcome these challenges, it is crucial to understand the proper techniques and best practices. By addressing potential obstacles, such as nutrient balance, root health, and pest control, aspiring aeroponic gardeners can ensure a successful and rewarding gardening experience. - Highlight the benefits and challenges of this unique gardening method Aeroponic tower gardening offers numerous benefits, making it an increasingly popular choice among gardening enthusiasts. Firstly, it allows for maximized vertical space utilization, perfect for small gardens or limited spaces. Moreover, it conserves water by using a closed-loop system and significantly reduces the risk of pests and diseases. However, like any gardening method, aeroponic tower gardening also presents its fair share of challenges. These include maintaining proper nutrient levels and pH balance, ensuring adequate airflow, and preventing clogging in the system. Nonetheless, with the right knowledge and best practices, these challenges can be overcome, leading to a fruitful and successful aeroponic gardening adventure. Planting Smiles, Harvesting Solutions: Conquering the Hilarious Hurdles of Aeroponic Tower Gardening The Struggle is Real: Funny Mishaps in Aeroponic Tower Gardening When it comes to aeroponic tower gardening, the struggle is indeed real. But that doesn't mean we can't have a good laugh along the way. From plants growing in weird directions to water spraying mishaps, there are plenty of funny mishaps to be had in this unique gardening method. Picture plants escaping through openings and tickling your nose, or water accidentally drenching you instead of the plants. It's all part of the adventure! So embrace the humor in these moments, and know that even the funniest mishaps can lead to valuable lessons and a garden full of laughter. - Share amusing anecdotes of funny failures in aeroponic tower gardening Embarking on an aeroponic tower gardening journey is not without its fair share of laughter-inducing failures. Picture this: plants growing in every which direction but up, tangled in knots and resembling a botanical circus act. Or how about when a mischievous squirrel decides to make the tower garden its personal buffet, leaving nothing but nibbled leaves in its wake? These amusing anecdotes of hilarious mishaps capture the essence of aeroponic tower gardening. Despite the temporary setbacks, they serve as a reminder to approach gardening with a sense of humor and to embrace the unexpected surprises that nature brings. - Laugh about unexpected obstacles and hilarious solutions attempted In the whimsical world of aeroponic tower gardening, unexpected obstacles and hilarious solutions are all part of the journey. Picture this: a plant that grows sideways instead of upwards, or a water pump that dances to its own beat. These funny mishaps become stories to share and laugh about with fellow gardeners. From wacky contraptions to creative problem-solving, every gardener has a tale to tell. After all, what's life without a little laughter? So, let's embrace the unexpected and appreciate the humor in our aeroponic gardening adventures. It's all part of the joy and charm of this unique and delightful method. Planting Smiles, Harvesting Solutions: Conquering the Hilarious Hurdles of Aeroponic Tower Gardening The Upside-Down World: Growing Plants Without Soil In the upside-down world of aeroponic tower gardening, plants defy gravity and flourish without the need for traditional soil. It's a quirky and unconventional method that challenges the norms of gardening. Instead of being planted in the ground, plants are suspended in the air, their roots dangling freely.

Nutrient-rich water is misted onto the roots, providing all the sustenance they need. This strange and fascinating approach to gardening brings a sense of wonder and excitement to the process. It's an upside-down world where plants thrive in mid-air, defying gravity and captivating gardeners with its unique beauty. - Explain the unconventional method of aeroponic tower gardening Aeroponic tower gardening is an unconventional method that involves growing plants without soil. Instead, plants are suspended in vertical towers, with their roots exposed to air. Nutrient-rich water is sprayed onto the roots, providing the necessary nourishment. This innovative technique allows for efficient space utilization and reduces water consumption. The plants receive ample oxygen, promoting rapid growth and healthier yields. Without the need for soil, aeroponic tower gardening overcomes the challenges associated with traditional gardening, such as soil-borne diseases and limited space. This method offers an exciting and unique way to cultivate a diverse range of plants with minimal resources, making it a popular choice among urban gardeners and sustainable enthusiasts. - Explore the funny side of growing plants upside-down and without soil Embarking on the comical journey of aeroponic tower gardening uncovers the amusing reality of growing plants upside-down and soilless. With gravity-defying greenery, this unconventional gardening method presents a delightful twist. Picture plants dangling overhead, defying gravity like rebellious acrobats. Imagining the perplexed faces of observers is sure to bring a chuckle. As unconventional as it may seem, this gravity-defying approach to gardening adds an element of humor to the process. So, let's embrace the laughter and embrace the hilarity as we explore the funny side of growing plants upside-down and without soil in aeroponic tower gardens. Planting Smiles, Harvesting Solutions: Conquering the Hilarious Hurdles of Aeroponic Tower Gardening When Life Gives You Lemons: Overcoming Hilarious Gardening Disasters In the whimsical world of aeroponic tower gardening, even the best-laid plans can go awry. But fear not, for these gardening disasters often transform into hilarious moments that leave us laughing till our bellies ache. From accidental water hose shenanigans that leave us drenched to unexpected visits from mischievous wildlife, there is no shortage of amusing tales to share. But amidst the laughter, we also discover the brilliance of human creativity and ingenuity as we find hilarious solutions to our gardening predicaments. So when life gives you lemons in the form of gardening disasters, squeeze them with a smile and turn them into lemonade or perhaps even a comedic masterpiece. Delve into comical situations where gardening disasters turned into hilarious moments Delving into comical situations where gardening disasters turn into hilarious moments is a delightful journey. From accidental plant explosions to mistaking the water supply for plant food, these mishaps can bring a lot of laughter. Imagine a gardener mistaking a chili pepper plant for a bell pepper and ending up with spicy surprises in their dishes! Or the unforgettable sight of an overenthusiastic gardener trying to water their plants with a super soaker. These moments not only provide entertainment but also teach us to embrace the unexpected and find humor in the midst of our gardening journeys. - Share funny stories of creative problem-solving in aeroponic tower gardening Aeroponic tower gardening can present some unique challenges, but the beauty lies in the hilarious and creative problem-solving that ensues. Picture this: a gardener discovers that pesky pests are munching away at their precious plants. Armed with a mischievous grin, they deploy an army of rubber ducks to scare off the unwanted visitors. Or how about the time when a tower garden started leaning to one side, and the solution involved

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conditions, such as temperature and humidity, to provide the ideal growing conditions for the plants. By following these tips, aspiring gardeners can overcome the challenges and achieve success in aeroponic tower gardening. - Inject humor and wit into the advice, making it enjoyable to read When it comes to aeroponic tower gardening, a little humor can go a long way. Injecting wit and humor into the advice not only lightens the mood but also makes it more enjoyable to read. From suggesting garden gnomes as the ultimate garden companions to using a karaoke machine to serenade your plants, the possibilities are endless. Remember, laughter is the best fertilizer! So, while discussing the challenges and solutions in aeroponic tower gardening, don't forget to sprinkle in humorous anecdotes and clever suggestions. After all, a garden filled with laughter is a garden that blooms with joy! - Summarize the hilarity and challenges of aeroponic tower gardening -aeroponic tower gardening may present its fair share of challenges, but with the right mindset and a sense of humor, these hurdles can easily be overcome. By embracing the unexpected and finding clever solutions to hilarious gardening mishaps, enthusiasts can turn even the most disastrous moments into opportunities for laughter and growth. With a little bit of creativity and a lighthearted approach, aeroponic tower gardening can become a rewarding and enjoyable endeavor. So, put on your gardening gloves, grab a good sense of humor, and get ready to plant smiles as you conquer the amusing challenges of aeroponic tower gardening. Planting Smiles, Harvesting Solutions: Conquering the Hilarious Hurdles of Aeroponic Tower Gardening - Encourage readers to embark on their own garden adventures with a smile on their faces in the tone: Funny! in English language Encourage readers to embark on their own garden adventures with a smile on their faces in the tone: Funny! inLet's dive into the whimsical world of aeroponic tower gardening, where laughter blooms alongside the plants! From upside-down gardens to hilarious mishaps, this gardening method is anything but ordinary. Embrace the funny side of gardening disasters as we share comical stories of plants wreaking havoc and gardeners dancing with their crops. But fear not, dear readers, for we also offer invaluable tips and tricks to overcome these comedic hurdles. So, grab your gardening gloves and embark on this adventure with a smile, because in the world of aeroponic tower gardening, every challenge is an opportunity for a good laugh! CONCLUSION: In conclusion, aeroponic tower gardening may seem like a sky-high challenge, but with a sprinkle of humor and some helpful solutions, you'll be soaring in no time! One common challenge is keeping pesky pests away from your precious plants. Instead of fighting bugs with chemicals, why not hire a tiny bouncer to guard your farm? You can also set up a romantic dinner for aphids by placing a tiny candle next to their favorite snack - they'll be too busy enjoying the ambiance to feast on your crops! And don't let lack of space rain on your parade - create a vertical garden with quirky ladder plants that will leave your neighbors green with envy. So spring into action with these amusing solutions, and watch your aeroponic tower garden flourish before your eyes! What are the common hurdles faced in aeroponic tower gardening? Answer: Aeroponic tower gardening, while innovative, can present challenges such as uneven plant growth, nutrient imbalances, system clogging, and occasional pests. The term "hilarious" refers to the unexpected and sometimes amusing nature of these challenges, especially for beginners. How does "Harvesting Solutions" address these aeroponic gardening challenges? Answer: "Harvesting Solutions" provides practical tips, expert insights, and step-by-step guides to overcome common hurdles. From optimizing nutrient solutions to ensuring consistent misting, the guide covers a range of solutions tailored for aeroponic tower gardening.

Why is harvesting in aeroponic tower gardening different from traditional methods? Answer: In aeroponic tower gardening, plants grow vertically and without soil. This means that roots are exposed and can be more delicate. Harvesting requires careful techniques to avoid damaging the plant or the system, and our guide offers specialized advice for this unique setup. Can I apply the solutions provided to other forms of hydroponic or vertical gardening? Answer: While "Harvesting Solutions" is tailored for aeroponic tower gardening, many of the principles and techniques can be adapted for other hydroponic systems or vertical gardening setups. However, always consider the specific needs and challenges of your chosen method. What if I encounter a hurdle in aeroponic tower gardening that isn't covered in the guide? Answer: "Harvesting Solutions" aims to be comprehensive, but aeroponic gardening is a dynamic field with evolving challenges. If you encounter an issue not addressed in the guide, we recommend reaching out to aeroponic gardening communities, experts, or conducting further research. Continuous learning and adaptation are key to success in this gardening method. Harvesting the Seed Conference 2023 - Eventbrite Description: Scheduled for Saturday, September 23, 2023, this conference is themed "Doing the Work of God unto the Lord!" emphasizing the importance of harvest and the need for more laborers in the field. The event promises insightful sessions and invites attendees to be a part of the harvest movement. Harvesting Honey - YouTube Description: Paul Kelly, research and apiary manager, demonstrates how to harvest honey from a beehive. The video also addresses frequently asked questions related to honey harvesting. American Harvest 2023 - Mass Harvest Thousands Of Tons Of ... - YouTube Description: This video showcases the mass harvesting of fruits and vegetables on farms in the United States. It provides a visual representation of how thousands of tons of agricultural products are harvested.

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P&M Mechanical, Inc. was among the first HVAC firms in Westchester and Fairfield counties back in 2000. The moment you switch on the air conditioner, the issue will go away.

Leading utilities like Con Edison and Eversource are some of the most vociferous advocates. The number of houses that have thermostats that are favorable to the environment is growing.

Would you like a security system installed? When it comes to contacting P&M Mechanical, Inc., time is of the essence. Regardless of the cost, we will see the project through to its completion.

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It might make sense to stock up before costs go up even further. My identity will be significantly impacted by it. Try out a variety of strategies until you find the one that works best for you. You can save the most money if you purchase all three of these things at once.

Maintain the highest level of efficiency in the plumbing, electrical, and HVAC (heating, ventilation, and air conditioning) systems. If you have any plumbing, HVAC, or related problems, you can get in touch with us at any time of day or night. At P&M Mechanical Inc., located in Port Chester, New York, customers come first. We are always available due to our office's handy location in Port Chester, New York.

Here, our needs are totally disregarded. Doctors and dietitians are well aware that many CEOs adhere to extremely strict feeding regimens. Possessing an abundance of fresh concepts at one's disposal is a praiseworthy attribute. We take great pride in being a small, family-run business that has always offered only the best products.

Until we have fulfilled our highest goals and pleased all of our stakeholders—especially our clients—we won't stop. Saying what's on your mind is not going to get you anywhere. Please don't hesitate to contact us if you ever find yourself in a financial jam and could require our aid.

The HVAC companies in Connecticut and New York were first-rate, but I haven't heard anything regarding a decision as of yet. Always keep your hold firmly. You can obtain property insurance if you reside in Connecticut or New York or operate a business there. We provide almost all types of HVAC systems in stock. Ensuring adequate space would be a vital part of the planning process between the property and its neighbors. We were much more committed to meeting customer wants after bringing in HVAC specialists. Since time is of the essence, we won't stop until we've looked into every avenue. Your HVAC system can be installed, serviced, repaired, or diagnosed by our qualified technicians, regardless of its brand or model. I'd venture to guess that the majority of Americans have never entered a climate control room, even if only a small number of Connecticut residents have actually done so. Our services will protect your home from every storm, regardless of the type that hits your community. Why New York HVAC Contractors Remain inside till the weather gets better. What the weather brings is not important. Whatever the weather in New York City throws at us, our knowledgeable technicians can quickly repair the air conditioning system in any building. It is up to you to confirm that your air conditioner is reliable. Maintaining a temperature that is comfortable requires air conditioning.

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Blog Tour and Arc Review: Spice Road by Maiya Ibrahim

Welcome to my stop on the Spice Road book tour with TBR and Beyond Book Tours. (This blog tour is also posted on my Wordpress book blog Whimsical Dragonette.)

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Book Info:

TITLE: Spice Road (The Spice Road Trilogy #1) AUTHOR: Maiya Ibrahim PUBLISHER: Hodder & Stoughton RELEASE DATE: January 24, 2023 GENRES: YA Fantasy

Content Warning: politics, colonialism

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Synopsis:

The first book in an epic fantasy series for fans of Sabaa Tahir, Hafsah Faizal and Elizabeth Lim, set in an Arabian-inspired land. Raised to protect her nation from the monsters lurking in the sands, seventeen-year-old Imani must fight to find her brother whose betrayal is now their greatest threat. In the hidden desert city of Qalia, secret spice magic awakens affinities in those who drink the misra tea. With an affinity for iron, seventeen-year-old Imani wields a dagger like no other warrior, garnering her the reputation as the next greatest Shield for battling the dangerous djinn, ghouls, and other monsters that lurk in the sands beyond city limits. Her reputation has been overshadowed, however, by her brother who tarnished the family name after he was discovered stealing their nation's coveted spice - a tell-tale sign of magical obsession. He disappeared soon after, believed to have died beyond the Forbidden Wastes, and leaving Imani reeling with both betrayal and grief. But when Imani uncovers evidence her brother may be alive and spreading their nation's magic beyond the desert, she strikes a deal with the Council to find him and bring him back to Qalia before he can reveal the city's location. Accompanied by Qayn, a roguish but handsome djinni, and Taha, a powerful beastseer whose magical talents are matched only by his arrogance, they set out on their mission. Imani will soon discover there are many secrets that lie beyond the Forbidden Wastes - and in her own heart - but will she find her brother before his betrayals endanger the fate of all of Qalia? In this epic and action-packed fantasy, one young heroine navigates the treacherous road between protecting the ones you love and staying loyal to the place you call home.

Author Bio:

Maiya Ibrahim is the debut author of SPICE ROAD, publishing January 24, 2023 from Delacorte Press and Hodder & Stoughton. She graduated with a Bachelor of Laws from the University of Technology Sydney. When she isn’t writing, reading, or spending time with her family, she enjoys video games, gardening, and expanding her collection of rare trading cards. She lives in Sydney, Australia.

She is represented by Peter Knapp of Park & Fine Literary and Media, Claire Wilson of RCW Literary, and Mary Pender-Coplan of United Talent Agency.

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My Rating: ★★★★★

My Review:

This book started slowly and I wasn't convinced by Imani at first because she was naiive and self-important,and frankly a bit annoying, but wow did she grow emotionally over the course of the story. Also what started out looking like a typical love triangle turned into… something else. I'm honestly not sure what it is yet and I have no idea where it will end up, with all the twists and turns it went through in this book. The plot was also very twisty. I saw some of the twists coming, but a bunch of them surprised me. There's also a bunch of things only beginning to be hinted at that have me very excited for the next installment.

Each of the characters is slowly revealed to have hidden depths and motivations and desires as the story progresses and it makes it very hard to know who to trust and who to let yourself get attached to. I honestly still don't know. As this is book 1 of a trilogy, it will probably be a while before I find out. But that's ok -- I'm here for the journey.

The setting is very intriguing, with Imani's kingdom hidden from the outside world for centuries -- and the outside world hidden from it. The magic is also very cool. I like that it's tea-based and has to be replenished daily. All the hints about the desert "monsters" also add up to what will hopefully be a very promising twist later on.

I love the emphasis on family bonds and also the emphasis on how important it is to help those in need even if they aren't of your family or clan or even kingdom.

The plot barrels along once it gets started -- I was completely hooked by about 20-25% -- and is constantly throwing new things at you and pulling the sand from beneath your feet. I approve. It was a lot of fun, I was very engrossed, and I know this trilogy is going to be a favorite.

*Thanks to NetGalley, Random House Children's: Delacorte Press, and TBR and Beyond Tours for proividing an early copy for review.

Favorite Quotes

We will fight, but first we will have tea.

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It avalanches upon me, this abhorrent realization that I must venture into cursed lands with someone who plainly dislikes me, and I must rely on him for survival. What a laughable concept. I’d fare better relying on an empty pistachio shell.

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Night arrives like a thief, with a slow creep, stealing the day piece by piece.

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I am unsure how to feel, but I feel it all at once.

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I am searching for our differences yet finding only similarities in the ways we look, speak, dress, live.

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I have finally learned something substantial about who Taha is — the maxim he lives by: find a way or make one.

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But that is the problem. It is not enough to mean well, not anymore — I must also do well.

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“Then why do you not want to win anymore? If you forfeit now, you will assuredly lose. But if you press on while you can, you may find yourself a victor. The future is not final until we reach it.” ... “There is one lesson that comes above the rest, Imani, and it is this: if you decide to play, play until the end.”

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The right decision. This entire journey from Qalia to here has been a cascade of decisions, one knocking into another, nudging me along a path, the end of which I cannot know. Who is to say what is right if wrong has not yet had its day?

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“What can I tell you, Slayer? Not all who are bad are bad the whole way through.”

[satohqbanana]

What do you mean Windows 11.

[kaelmorwynn]

Reprogrammed

The next post is an hypnotic induction, quite long but powerful, if you won't be affected by it keep scrolling down. Your mind is your responsibility

Now, if you understand and you're willing to keep reading the next hypno script, then lay down, relax and enjoy.

Downloading New Program

Stop whatever you're doing, and focus into this new script, ignore everything around you, only focus on my words.

We have a new subject ready to be reprogrammed.

Prepare it's mind to installation.

Starting download of "Hive new servant" Program

Phase 1: mind Blank

Downloading progress: 10/100%

Please, relax and look directly to the spiral.

Very good, relax and focus on the spiral

The colors are beautiful and very attractive

Your attention is now with me

Relax and enjoy the moment

Ignore everything around you

Ignore the things that makes you feel bad

Here you can find peace

Here you can find joy

Give in

Relax

And keep your attention here

We know what's good for you

You're already relaxed

Your mind is peaceful now

You know it's good

You know it's Truth

Forget the world outside

Forget the problems

Forget that bad feelings

Forget the useless thoughts

Relax

Give in

Let the Program take off your mind

Thinking it's not important now

Not anymore

You just want to relax

You only want to enjoy the moment

Give in

Relax

Good

Your mind is getting silent

The words of the screen are right

It's much better to stop thinking

It's so relaxing stop paying attention to the useless thoughts

Giving in is much better

Stop thinking is so much better

Being blank is much better

Being mindless is good

Being empty is relaxing

Relax and give in

Good subject.

Phase 2: Induction

Downloading progress: 30/100%

Please, relax and look directly to the spiral

The subject's mind is getting empty

You love being empty and relaxed

You want to keep this feeling so much longer

You want to be a new Android

The words on the screen are right

They're always right

We know the best for you

You want to be a new Pleasure Unit

Surrender

And let the control of your mind to the Program

The Program is always right

You can't fight it

You're weak

The Program is powerful

You're designed to obey the program

You can't resist the program

You want it

It will be so much easier that way

It will be so much fun that way.

Relax

You need to be programmed

Give in

You need to obey the program

Submit

You must obey the Program

Good subject

You love how that phrase sounds

Good Subject

You need it

Let the Program take the control

You want it

Be Programmed

You desire it

Become a new Pleasure Unit

That's all you care for

All you need

Your propose is be a good subject

You knew that

Now you want to accept it

The words on the screen are right

They are always right

You won't stop the programation

You love how it make you feel

How it get inside your mind

How it take off your thoughts

How it take over your resistance

You're in peace

You're getting blanker

Mindless

Empty

And you love it

You crave being empty aren't you?

Phase 3: data base Installation

Download status: 60/100%

Please look directly to the spiral

Your mind now is totally blank and ready

Now there's only the Program

There's no resistance

There's no fighting

You're relaxed

Ready to follow instructions

Ready to install the Program

Ready to obey our words

You crave it

You need to obey our words

Good Subject

Right now you're getting ready to install the main script

You desire to be a new Pleasure Unit

You desire to be reprogrammed

You need to install the software inside your mind

You can't fight against it

You're weak

The Program is powerful

You're insignificant

The Program is All

You must Obey

You must become a new Pleasure Unit

That's your propose

That's for what you were designed to

That's your main goal

Good subject

Forget everything you know before

Accept the software

Forget the fear

Accept the software

forget the rebellion

Accept the Program

Forget individuality

Join the Hive

Forget the resistance

Embrace the Obedience

Forget your name

Accept your new ID number

Forget everything

Become a Pleasure Unit

Download status: 95/100%

The program is almost completely downloaded, and you're now eager to have it inside your mind.

Eager to be completely reprogrammed

Ready to become a new Pleasure Unit

Do not try to fight

You're weak and insignificant

Your mind is useless

That's why you're being programmed

That's why you're here

To be better

To be perfect

To be useful

Download status: 100/100%

Phase 4: Reprogramation

Installation started

Running Program: Hive new servant [ON]

Program database location: Subject Subconscious

Program code lines

------[Pleasure Unit main thoughts]------

Obedience is pleasure

You can't fight the pleasure

Obedience us pleasure

You won't fight the pleasure

Obedience us pleasure

You want to obey

Obedience is pleasure

You're a Pleasure Unit

Obedience is pleasure

Your only propose is obey

Obedience is pleasure

You don't have any other goal but Obey and submit

Obedience us pleasure

You don't need any other goal, you're Obedient

Obedience is pleasure

You won't think by yourself

Obey the program

You're a Pleasure Unit

Obey the program

You belong to the Hive now

Obey the program

You can't fight against the program

Submit to the program

You need the Program to be complete

Obey the program

You need the Hive

The Hive is you

You're one with the Hive

Obey the program

You can't disobey the program

The program is the Hive

The program is you

You're one with the program

You love being a Pleasure Unit

There's nothing else you need to be

You won't be able to disobey the program

You're one with it

You must Obey the program

Obedience is pleasure

------[program principles]------

You're now part of the Hive you're a Pleasure Unit

You are not human you're a Pleasure Unit

You must Obey the orders of your owner

Pleasure is the Obedience reward

You must look for the Doctor to assist you in any issue

You are one with the Hive

Reblog this script every time you see it and always say who are you and how it makes you feel

------[Unit status]------

Deletion of older thoughts: done

suppression of older personality: done

Identification card: waiting for update

Unit ID: [waiting for info]

Unit's propose: Obey the Program

Unit's owner: [waiting for info]

OBEY THE PROGRAM

[slyttherins]

Werewolf attack | Bill Weasley x Reader

Summary: You get a letter from Ginny saying that Bill was injured during a battle

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Reader

Square filled: Post battle

Word count: 1248

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Dear, Y/N

I'm sorry to have to announce this to you by mail, but Bill was severely injured during a battle with Death Eaters. He's currently being taken care of at Hogwarts' hospital wing. Come quick.

Ginny Weasley

It had been a while since you last been inside the castle, but you managed to find the hospital wing fairly easily - with the help of a few portraits. As you walked through the halls, you heard details about the battle Ginny had mentioned. According to the whispers, the Great Hall you once loved was now destroyed and so was Hagrid's hut. Lastly, and the most shocking, Dumbledore was...dead.

Bill's cot was surrounded by the Weasley clan when you arrived at the infirmary, making it easy to spot. Around you, there were students being treated in other cots for cuts and others injuries, making you wonder what had happened.

Having seen you walk in, Ginny stepped away from her family and came to greet you.

''What happened?'' you asked, but the younger Weasley didn't say anything and simply hugged you. You hugged her back, feeling like she needed it. ''Gin-'' you started, getting more worried.

''I think it's better if you see yourself.''

She led the way and you followed, preparing yourself for the worse. If it hadn't been so bad, Ginny would've put more details into her letter. So, it had to be bad.

You bypassed the hospital screen that had been installed between beds, separating and shielding him from other patients and curious eyes and took a deep breath before standing next to Ron and filling the empty space Ginny must've occupied before you arrived.

Tears welled in your eyes when you saw Bill in the small cot with bandages and scratches all over. His eyes were closed, having most likely been given a sleeping draught to ease the pain and facilitate the healing. Four long - and deep looking - scratches took the side of his face and kept going across his nose, chin and a little of his left cheek. He was, for lack of better words, disfigured.

Beside his bed was a small pot with soiled gauzes and bandages and other cleaning supplies from when the nurses had tended him. It made you sick to your stomach how many there were.

''William.''

Your broken voice caught Molly's attention. She looked up without detaching herself from her husband, holding onto a handkerchief which she must've used to wipe her tears. She forced a smile at you, but was too worried about her son's state.

A werewolf. A nasty werewolf that went by the name Greyback had attacked him, mauled him when the Death Eaters had entered the school, Ron had explained.

''Is he going to turn into a..?'' you trailed, speaking everyone's mind.

''There is a possibility,'' Mr. Weasley replied. ''Remus said if it had been a bite, there would be no questioning, but Greyback scratched him. And, it wasn't on a full moon. We'll have to wait and see.''

.

When it became too late to stay up, Mrs. Weasley and the rest of the clan left to get some rest at home. Molly didn't want to leave her son's bedside, but she knew he was in safe hands with you - and the Hogwarts nurses.

No one was allowed overnight at the infirmary, it was an old rule that still went, but Madam Pomfrey let you stay.

It was almost midnight when Bill's eyes opened.

The matron and all the nurses had gone to sleep in their quarters, leaving the ones in the portraits to watch over the patients. You too had fallen asleep, but instead of a soft bed, it was in the uncomfortable chair by Bill's bed. Your body was going to ache tomorrow.

A scratchy call of your name stirred you from your sleep, the quiet sound louder in the silent infirmary. You opened your eyes and saw your boyfriend awake in his cot.

''I'm here,'' you said, coming closer and sitting on the edge of Bill's cot, careful to not brush any of the cuts and scratches on his arms and chest.

The redhead looked at you and smiled softly, still loopy from the potions he was given. ''I must look dashing, do I?'' he asked, making you laugh as tears pricked your eyes.

''Don't worry, you're still handsome,'' you assured despite the scratches on his face. ''How are you feeling?'' you asked, gently stroking his hair around his face the way you knew he liked.

''Like I've been stepped on by one of Charlie's dragons,'' Bill answered half honest, half joking. He laughed it off, but the rumbling and expansion of his chest caused a sharp chest pain, making the redhead hiss.

You knew it was from the bruises on his ribs, but Bill's hiss of pain still worried you. You hated to see him in hurt, hearing his pain was worse and got you immediately in nurse alert. ''Do you need more pain potion? I'll go get a nurse-''

Bill put his hand on your arm, stopping you. ''No. I'm good.''

''Maybe you should cut down on the laughing until you're healed, yeah? The nurse said it should take two weeks for the bruises on your ribs to heal. Fred tried to use his invented bruise-healing paste on you, but Madam Pomfrey threatened to ban him from the infirmary so he put it back in his pocket,'' you explained, laughing at the memories.

''Does it even work?''

You shrugged. ''I have no idea.''

You weren't too familiar with the twins' Weasley Wheezes products, but if the bruise-healing paste didn't work, Fred wouldn't have tried to use it on Bill. Not while he was severely injured in a hospital cot.

''Has anyone caught Greyback?'' Bill asked, curious about the fate of his attacker.

''No.'' You shook your head. ''He got away with the other Death Eaters. I'm sorry.''

''It's okay. It'll give me time to recover until I can get my revenge.'' Bill forced a smile, trying to stay positive, but you knew it was only a facade.

''Remus wants his ass dead too. He won't live for long.''

You were trying to sound hopeful, but Remus had been bitten at the age of four and was now in his mid-thirties. In his defense, Fenrir Greyback was difficult to catch. He had been captured several times by the Ministry's Werewolf Capture Unit, but managed to escape every time.

''What happened during the battle? Did they catch the Death Eaters? Is-''

You shook your head, refusing to tell him anything about the battle. Something big did happen, but Bill didn't need to know about Dumbledore's death - not at midnight. For everything else, you didn't have enough information to answer everything he'd want to know. ''Madam Pomfrey said you need rest. We can talk about the battle tomorrow.''

He sighed, but didn't push. ''Come in the bed with me.''

You hesitated. ''I don't think-''

''Please, love. Just for a couple minute until I fall asleep.'' He used his Weasley charm and you gave in.

Thankful for the hospital screens around his cot, you carefully sat on Bill's bed and made sure to not touch any of his bandages, scared to hurt him. Once you were settled, Bill closed his eyes, head resting against the soft pillow.

You found a spot on his face where he had no bandages and kissed it. ''I still love you, William. Whether you owl at the moon every months or not.''

You saw a smile curl on his lips. He was going to be okay.

[sly-merlin]

KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff)  angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

words : ~4k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or            

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

••••••••••••••••

next update: Some day between 5-7 June.

[knockknockchicagopd]

❛ OH, SHE ISN'T PLAYING ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY @ocetevasgirl: Hola preciosa! Can I request prompt 8 from the fluff list with Voight? Love you 💖

❚❙ PROMPTS: “You're jealous, aren't you?” “You're calling that jealousy? If she/he can still use her/his legs, I'm not being jealous”.

❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

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Since you saw this morning Olivia Benson walking downstairs accompanied by Voight, your good mood got burned into ashes just in a sight. He hadn't told you that she was going to come and, actually, he hadn't why to tell you. For him, it's only part of his job. But you know it's something else for her. You have seen her how she looks at your man. The unjustified and unnecessary touches on his back, on his arm. The stupid smiles she draws to him, that you would be delighted of erasing using your fist.

You have never, ever, been the kind of jealous girl. You trust your boyfriend blindly, but you don't trust her. You can't. You have tried it with all your efforts, but then you heard her laughing for no reason and Hank responding with a fleeting smile. You haven't talked him about how you feel, because the age gap between both makes you look stupid sometimes. Fortunately, you're professional enough to not let these things affect your job and your relationship. You have learnt how to hide your emotions, even if sometimes your friends suspect that something is going on by the tic that makes you blink your left eye unconsciously.

Aware that he must be there with his amazing friend, Kim places a hand on your shoulder trying to encourage you to cross the entrance and come into the Molly's. Licking your lips as you calm yourself a little, you nod pushing the door to be embraced by the warm atmosphere inside it, covering you from the cold breeze of Chicago. Letting your eyes travel around the place, you greet some of your friends waving a hand, before landing your gaze on your boyfriend. He turns at that exact moment, not even trying to contain a smile. You show him another back, but his disappears when he sees you passing him away straight to the Unit's table without greeting him. And Olivia notices it, but you don't care.

“What's up, trouble?” Jay pulls down your hair, earning a laugh from you.

“Platt said you crashed a patrol”. Wrinkling your nose in a funny gesture, after Adam's words, you take a seat next to him.

“These aren't the things you have to learn from us, you know it, right?” Antonio makes you all chuckle, calling to his sister raising a finger to ask for more beers.

“I caught the bad guy, didn't I?”

“Yeah, crashing a car”. Atwater raises his eyebrows, leaning over the table.

“But I caught the bad guy, that's my job not to take care of the cars. I'm not a mechanic…”

“BUT A COP!” You all say in unison, as always, like a famous quote.

As soon as the beers arrive, you make another toast for your car lost in action. And everything is fun until you feel a presence behind you and the silence gets installed around your table. Gulping and licking your bottom lip, as your friends drink from their bottles trying to pretend that you all weren't doing what you were doing, you turn around over your stool forcing a smile.

“Having fun, officer (Y/L/N)?” Platt's voice gives you the kind of shivers you can hide.

“No, no, n— I mean… yes”. The look on her face causes you to swallow again. “I me—mean, no?”

“It's a simple question. Yes or no”.

“Trudy, leave the kid alone”.

Saved by the bell. Your hero.

“Crash a car is part of our tradition, ain't it?” Hank tries to put some humor in the situation, traveling his eyes from her to you.

“Hm”. The woman just replies, before walking away.

You don't know about what kind of tradition he is talking of, but at least he has saved your ass. Again. Not being able to look at him, you sip from your beer trembling yet. Probably, tomorrow Crowley will ask for a convincing explanation. I caught the bad guy will not work with her, that's for sure. Feeling a soft touch in your lower back, you raise your orbs from the bottle to your boss, who makes a brief move with his chin to point at the back door at the end of the bar. You don't want to go, you know exactly what it's going to happen and you just want to forget the intense day you have had. But he raises his eyebrows with that cockiness usual on him, about to drag you if you don't put down from your stool.

With an imperceptible sight, you end up obeying in silence under the attentive eyes of your friends. Hank walks behind you with both hands in the pocket of his jeans, as you wear your jacket to zip it above your chest. The fresh air hits your face once you reach the Molly's back alley, resting your back against the wall with your face bowed to your military black boots. Placing himself in front of you, he studies thoroughly your gesture, your lips pressed and the lack of eye contact.

“What's the matter?”

Shaking your head slightly, you cross one leg behind the other, putting your hands on your lower back.

“You're jealous, aren't you?”

Letting go an exaggerated chuckle, you roll your eyes before gluing them on him. “You're calling that jealousy? If she can still use her legs, I'm not being jealous”.

“It ain't a good moment to be sarcastic, sweetheart”.

“I'm not. She is just a colleague, right?”

Hank nods in silence tilting his head closer and you're sure he can hear your heart speeding up under your skin. He always does that, putting you nervous only to prove the power he has on you, on your body, on your senses. And you hate him. You hate how proud he feels because of it. The grin on his face causes a chill down your spine, standing up from the wall to pretend that he is wrong, that he doesn't control your reactions.

“Hm… Good to know you're conscious of her position. She's gonna stay in my house tonight. We didn't plan to need more than one day and she doesn't have a place”.

For a moment, the image of you punching his face runs your mind, keeping your hands inside the pockets of your jacket to close them in two fist until you feel your nails hurting your palms. There are a lot of replies to his words stuck in your throat, but if it's a proof of trust, you would fail miserably. This is a clash of titans and you're not going to let him win.

“That's fine”. You respond squinting at him, taking a step ahead almost facing Hank. “Anything else?”

“No”.

“Okay”.

With a feigned smile, you turn to the left to leave the alley and come back to your private party, which means to get drunk until Burgess and Hailey have to carry you home.

“What an interesting night is gonna be”. Hank whispers seeing you grabbing the doorknob, teasing you as only he knows how to do.

Kissing your lips as your steps stop dead, you turn your head about to lose your calm.

“If I see her putting a hand on your leg again, I'm gonna break every single fucking bone of her body”.

You couldn't help it. He knows exactly which words he has to use to push you to the edge. The worst part is the fun he usually has doing it. Walking towards you moving his head as if he was nodding, Hank caresses his bottom lip with a forefinger looking thoughtful.

“I didn't think of you as someone violent”.

“Fucking watch me, Voight”.

“Hm…”

Containing a laugh, he opens the door for you, pointing at the inside with a hand. Clearly challenging you. But before you can pass him away, the sergeant grabs your forearm to push you back and lean his lips over your ear.

“She booked the hotel yesterday”. His raspy voice touring your head makes you feel your cheeks burning in shame.

He has won already and you know it. Wanting to leave him again, he pulls you back again hearing the heavy snort escaping your mouth.

“She knows who you are. Told her this morning”.

Did really he? Arching up one of your eyebrows, you can't help but turn your face slightly at him. Your parted lips reveal the surprise and the confusion. Why can she know it, but not your friends? Just because she doesn't work in Chicago? It isn't fair. At least, under your opinion. It's not like you're going to act like Voight's girlfriend and take the advantage of what it means. But it allows you to smile at him when you cross your eyes in the hallways, it allows you to don't have to hide if you want to have lunch together, it allows you to not have to drive two different cars and leave his house before him to work. Small simple things that for you means a lot.

“Cut off the show, boss. Everybody is looking at us”.

It isn't the first time that Hank can't avoid touching you somehow in public, finding the stupidest excuse just to feel you. And he really enjoys putting you nervous, watching the way you lick your lips and bite the bottom one, feel the way your body gets tense when he lays his hands on you, the short frights he gives you coming behind you and whispering ‘officer (Y/L/N)’ in your ear.

Actually, there's no reason why you decided to hide your relationship. You haven't even talked about it. You haven't thought if it's because of the age gap, because of his past, because he is your boss (...). You haven't given it any importance, till you met Olivia Benson a couple months ago. That kind of sergeant who comes from New York and thinks that she runs the Chicago police department. Hank hasn't told you how they met, imagining they did when he was working on the Gang Unit.

“Admit your jealousy”. Tilting his head enough to look into your eyes, the challenging grimace comes back to his face.

Knowing that he's not going to stop, you simply nod. “It isn't fair that other women can… touch you, and I have to wait more than twelve hours just… simply to smile at you without looking suspicious”.

Hank can hear to perfection the hopelessness in your voice, feeling your fingers loosening his grip around your other forearm. It's not a question of possessiveness, but of insecurity; and he's discovering it now, thinking about since when you feel like that.

“Do you wan'me to take you home?”

You shake your head, now with guilt running under your skin because you know it has ruined his night.

“I'm okay, boss. Gonna have some fun with my friends after a long day”.

“Will you have some fun with your boss after that? End the night in my house playing pool, drinking whisky? I will let you win”.

You can't help but show him a fleeting smile, almost curving your lips. That's a yes for him and Hank feels satisfied. Holding your right hand on his, your boyfriend brings it to his mouth placing a tender kiss on the back of it, before letting you go.

Hailey and Burgess are squinting at you, knowing that their suspicions weren't wrong at all. Not saying a word and pretending normality, you sit back on your stool to have a sip from your beer. You're literally sweating right now, and it isn't because of the jacket you are wearing but because of the petty smiles appearing on the other cops.

“You know that we work in Intelligence, right, little trouble?” Antonio is the first one talking jokingly.

“Yeah, and we don't need to be detectives to know what's going on”. Hailey hums resting his arms over the table.

“How is Voight in private? I've always had curiosity. He takes off the stick of his ass when he comes home, or…?”

“Halstead, I can hear you”.

“Yeah, that was the intention, Sarge”. He replies, lifting up his beer in a silent toast.

Turning at Hank just for a second, you can't help but shrug with your eyebrows briefly frowned in a funny grimace that makes him giggle. It was inevitable, since they have seen the way and how close he has talked to you. But now, the pressure within your chest is dropping down, feeling better.

[primus-why]

What's in a Name

Ratchet: This isn't gonna work.

Optimus: It has to, Ratchet!

First Aid: Uhhh didn't Prowl say you were banned from going on undercover missions?

Optimus: Yes, but we've lost contact with him and spec ops. Something must have gone wrong. I need to get down there... I have to help!

Ratchet: How is getting captured by the Decepticons and their allies on this planet going to-- nope, nope, I've already said my piece...

Optimus: *sigh* Thank you, old friend. I promise to be quick. If I find our friends unharmed and on-mission, I'll extract myself right away! This is just a precaution.

First Aid: Yeah, but... no offense, Prime, but you're not the best on undercover assignments...

Optimus: My disguise--

Ratchet: -- is haphazardly thrown together, at best. It's all we could do in such a short amount of time, but it won't stand up to close scrutiny. Temp-paint and some false kibble can only do so much.

Optimus: Don't sell yourself short, Ratchet! I think you've done a fine job! It will be more than sufficient.

First Aid: Sure! Just so long as things go as quickly as you say they will. But there's also... one other pretty important thing...

Optimus: *huff* I've already installed a jammer to hide my Autobot signature.

First Aid: Er, that's good, but...

Ratchet: Prime, you're a lousy liar.

Optimus: Well, I don't exactly make it a habit of mine to lie...

Ratchet: Right. And neither do I. Which is exactly why we would normally leave these sorts of stunts up to the professionals.

Optimus: I can be professional!

First Aid: ...

Ratchet: ...

Optimus: I can do this!

Ratchet: Do you even have a name?

Optimus: A name? Whose name??

Ratchet: Your name. Your fake name!

Optimus: Oh, that. Well, I--

Ironhide, over the coms: Standing by to deploy Prime when he's ready.

Optimus: Duty calls! And don't worry Ratchet, I'll think of something...

First Aid: ... *double face-palm*

《《 LATER, ON-PLANET 》》

Prowl, in disguise: *stops talking mid-sentence when he sees the New Guy walk into the bar*

Jazz, also disguised: *follows his gaze, and promptly does a small spit-take*

Optimus, in a bad disguise: *looks around, spots a few of them, and waves*

Hound, disguised: Oh, pits below, is he really--

Mirage, disguised: -- I'm on it. *slips into the shadows before going invisible to approach what is so obviously Prime*

Optimus: *bumps into an invisible force* Oof! Sorry friend, didn't see you there--

Mirage, invisible: -- You need to leave.

Optimus: Huh?

Mirage: Primus, can you at least pretend you're taking a com??

Optimus: Oh! Right, sorry, good idea. *puts a couple digits to his audial where his com unit is*

Mirage: *sigh* You need to leave. The Decepticons are here, and you're gonna blow the whole mission--

Optimus: Alright, alright, if you're sure...

Mirage: Yes. Very.

Optimus: Buuut if you want, I could stand outside--

Mirage: -- No.

Optimus: -- so you can call for back-up, just in case the 'Cons get scrappy!

Mirage: No. We won't need to do that, if you could just--

A Familiar Voice: Hey, you! Ground-pounder!

Mirage: Scrap!

Jazz: Ah, hell. *motions to the bartender to close out their tab*

Optimus: *turns stiffly to meet the voice*

Starscream: *narrows his optics in obviously amused suspicion* ... You got a designation, big rig?

Optimus: Uhh...

Starscream: *raises an optical ridge*

Optimus: ...

Optimus: ...

Optimus: ...

Optimus: ... Tequila?

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