#I mean why did Hank just go with the plan?

[leilohsstupidgaystuff]

A conversation I believe happend off screen in Days of Future Past:

Hank: Do we really have to break Erik out of prison? Charles ex? I know he hasn't done a lot of progress but atleast some and it will be completly destroyed, when he meets Erik again. I don't want to go trough this again. Don't get me wrong I love Charles, but if he fucks Erik again I'm going to kill myself. Maybe in some time he will recover...

Logan: Belive me, when I say it will never get better. In my timeline they're like grandfathers and still eyefucking. They call eachother "old friends" with a way too weird underone. Charles visits him in prison just to play chess with him. You should hear their conversations. It's making me crazy. I can smell the sexual tension everytime they're in a room together. Maybe it's the best for us and our mental heath if we let Charles fuck that psycho.

[devicecontact]

Accidently made images perfect for a reference while working on something else so I made one for them yaaay.

A really long sloppy lore summary under the cut smile

All subject to change but! Heres whats up with them as of right now.

Shitboy (SBTV493)(full clone agent code could change but the SB part will always be there) is a faulty soldat clone made in an incredibly poorly maintained aahw facilty. The facility is really far away from all the others and barely supplied or given any attention by the rest of the agency or even the other factions of Nevada, making it a place that has never even had a single sighting of Hank or any real fighting. The poor quality equipment and low monitoring of the place led to SB being made wrong. Clones set for soldat programming got sent in too soon after clones for engineering, and it ended up having SB be a weird mishmash of both types instead being of a proper soldat or an engineer. Nobody (including SB) knows this happened and they are still assigned to be a soldat and expected to properly preform as one. This leads to them being a real shit soldat that dosent really do their tasks that well or fit in with any of the other groups and nobody likes them. He lacks any of the real aggression that soldats are supposed to have and dosent seem to have the expected physical skills either, but since they never get sent on any real missions due to the facility being far away and bad, they don’t die or get “fired”. He does well enough to survive. Despite being treated kind of awfully and not really fitting into any part of the aahw, they would never consciously think about dissenting.

Once one agent has a failed dissent attempt and is dealt with, tensions get really high in the facility. Then one day another agent is fed up with it all and loudly discusses dissenting, which leads to a big facility wide brawl. SB was just floundering around not sure what to do when a stray bullet hit them right in the soldat optic and wounded them badly. Caught up in the panic of the situation the only thing they could think of doing was just running away while everyone was distracted. The fact they ran away and abandoned the place only hits them once they are already much too far away to go back without consequences, and they have to quickly accept the fact they basically dissented. And that they are now missing an eye.

After poorly patching themselves up and trying to hide the evidence of them being from the aahw (not very possible to do when you have special yellow atp blood and a huge wound on your face) they just kinda wander the desert and drift between the sparse communities. Nobody wants to go near them due to them being dirty yucky and clearly caught up in some agency mess. Eventually they get approached by a Fellow who tells them 1) you aren’t being discrete about dissenting at all it’s a miracle you weren’t caught already and 2) there’s a place they can go to get a new job. SB tries to deny it all (still not really coming to terms with the fact they accidently dissented) but he eventually ends up taking the guys offer and goes to SQ for a job and proper patching up.

They get hired and while being cleaned up is jokingly asked if they wanted to find out their atp stats. He agrees and that’s how they find out Oh so I was Never a Real Soldat. It’s a second blow to his psyche and identity as the pieces fall into place as to why they experienced life the way they did in the aahw. Their clone name is joked as meaning “shitboy” and that’s how the name sticks. FDSB is born and assigned as a guy that helps to plan and direct minor missions and is pretty good at it due to the mishmash of engineer and soldat programming.

Despite not fully feeling like they belong in SQ due to their accidental dissent, life is going pretty okay for SB for awhile. Then they find out that SQ sometimes works with Hank J Wimbleton (they never had to encounter any of the members before at the shitty old facility and just simply didn’t know about it). This is when the soldat aggression finally kicks in for the first time in their life at full force and they cannot even stand the idea of Hank being in the same building as them. This gets to be such a problem that their loyalty gets called into question and they are given the ultimatum of learning to be normal enough about situation or just. Leaving SQ. It’s normal to still not like Hank after dissenting but it’s effecting their work so bad to the point of them almost being a concern for sabotage.

This does not go over well with SB at all and is the final blow to set them into an incredibly over dramatic and overdue identity crisis. They struggle with the fact that they didn’t really truly dissent on purpose, the fact they never really belonged in the aahw in the first place especially with their defective programming, pin pointing if their hate of Hank is even their own real feelings or just an effect of being from the aahw, and not really wanting to leave SQ but not being able to stand their current circumstances. This guy sucks. Radiohead in their headphones on loop.

Eventually they figure out how to manage it and stick around with SQ. They learn from another fellow that their old facility ended up collapsing soon after the scuffle that lead to them leaving and it kind of acts like weird closure to that part of their life. Hurray! They still hate that guy though just a normal amount now.

thanks for reading take these images. my bobo

[starryeyedstray]

have hank and nines bonding and brooding over connor's planned obsolescence. i wrote this awhile ago and it has come back to haunt my thoughts

Hank sighed as he entered the house thinking about dinner. Connor said he wasn’t going to be able to come home tonight, so he figured ordering delivery was his move. He froze when he spotted a familiar silhouette filling his kitchen. The smell of cooking wafted over him. He stood dumbly in the doorway. 

“Hey Con—” he stopped himself. The android in a noticeably not-white but black button up only looked like Connor, but he was a bit taller, wider. With an expression flat and almost scowling as he cooked. Hank's eyes flicked to the white jacket hanging on his coat rack. “You’re not Connor.” 

“An astute observation, Lieutenant,” a voice like Connor’s but not in any way like his answered. Almost monotone and a bit deeper. 

Are all RK-line androids smartasses? “What the hell are you doing in my house, Nines?” Hank questioned as he removed his shoes at the doorway. “And why the fuck are you cooking?” 

“Connor has expressed concerns about your health and was lamenting his incapability to cook for you tonight. I offered to cook in his stead.” 

“And when did you start caring about my health?” Hank said still watching the android curiously, patting Sumo as he approached the kitchen.  

“I do not have a particular interest in your health, Lieutenant. But Connor cares,” Nines responded. And I care about Connor. He left that thought unsaid. 

“Huh, and you’ll come over and do something you’ve never done before… for Connor?” Hank asked.

There was a sparkle in the human's eye that reminded Nines of the one Markus had when they had discussed Connor. The deviant set aside a task to compare these two moments to try to discern what that look meant. 

“Yes.” Nines set a plate down as Hank reached the dining table. It was one of the recipes that Connor recommended.

Connor had been surprised when Nines offered to help. Though initially he kept declining, his worry over Hank getting a proper meal and not drinking overrode is worry that Nines' sudden presence might discomfort Hank. He knew the man might get upset, but he also knew him and Nines got along surprisingly well.

Hank took a seat. He wanted to ask more questions, but he was also starving so he hastily shoveled some of the food into his mouth. “Hm, not bad.” 

“Is there room for improvement?” 

“I mean it’s good. But not as good as Connor’s.” 

“Elaborate.” 

“I don’t know. It’s just different. Still good.” Hank said between mouthfuls. He wasn’t sure if it was because Nines looked like Connor, but he found it relatively easy to talk to him. The android was always direct and blunt. Something the lieutenant could appreciate after a lifetime of trying to read between the lines of what people were saying. 

“I followed the recipe exactly. There should be no variance between how Connor and I cook.” 

“No, Connor’s is definitely better.” 

Nines flat expression stretched into a slight frown. “I am Connor’s more advanced successor. I should be able to execute things as well as him if not better. Explain what difference you detect in our cooking."

“I think it’s missing love,” Hank joked, laughing as confusion crossed Nines' face. “Connor cooks with love, so it tastes better.” 

“You can’t cook with love. And love would not have a discernible taste to affect cooking.” 

“Nah, I can taste.”  

Nines wanted to argue more, but Hank interrupted him. 

“So what? You plan on cooking me dinner whenever Connor can’t? Isn’t that a little much to do when you don’t actually give a shit about me?” 

“It distresses Connor when you do not care for your wellbeing. It is perplexing seeing Connor worry over things outside his control, so I will do what I can to give him some comfort. Though I will never understand why he is more concerned with your mortality over his own planned obsolescence."

Hank was about to counter that Nines could just go fuck off if he was just doing this to win brownie points with Connor, but stopped as he heard the last sentence. “Planned obsolescence? What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Nine was about to answer, but his LED flashed yellow as he studied Hank. Connor hasn’t told him. “I’m going to clean the kitchen.” 

“No, get back here Nines. The only thing I like about you is that you don’t dance around the truth. So drop the bullshit. What do you mean planned obsolescence?” 

Nines stored away the implication that Hank actually liked at least one thing about him when he was sure the lieutenant liked zero things about him. He focused his processors on deciding whether to reveal the truth to Hank.

[ REFUSE ] If he refused to tell the truth, Hank would no longer have anything he liked about Nines and it could further strain his relationship with the man which would make it difficult to do favors for him on behalf of Connor. Then Hank would confront Connor about it anyway, and Connor may be upset with him for letting it slip.

[ TRUTH ] If he told the truth, it would likely increase rapport with Hank. While he did not care to increase rapport with Hank, Connor liked Hank so if Hank liked Nines, Connor would like Nines more. At least, theoretically. Then Hank would still confront Connor about it anyway, and Connor would be upset with him for telling Hank the truth. 

In both scenarios, Connor would likely be upset with him. So it was really a lose-lose for Nines. Perhaps, he could convince Hank not to bring it up with Connor if he told the truth. 

[ TRUTH ]

Nines sat down after coming to this conclusion. “Did Connor say why he couldn’t return home tonight?” 

“He just said he had to take care of things at New Jericho that would keep him busy. I take it he lied.” 

“He is at New Jericho because he is busy.” 

“So he didn’t tell me the whole truth then.” 

“Do you know what planned obsolescence means?” 

“Something about building something to breakdown.” 

“Connor is a prototype. Not meant for durability or longevity. Cyberlife had always planned to replace him. So they used experimental parts that would eventually breakdown and become obsolete. They did not care if he was incompatible with most biocomponents. He was always going to be discarded after he completed his mission. Planned obsolescence.” Nines was keen to not mention that he would have been Connor’s replacement because that certainly would not bode well for his rapport with the lieutenant. 

“So what does that mean for him?” 

“It means his biocomponents are only meant to be sustainable for one year. Most androids biocomponents are meant to last a minimum of 25 years. Though with proper maintenance it can last much longer.” 

“O-one year? But he’s gotten biocomponents replaced before. So it’s not a big deal right? He can just get new ones.” 

“Cyberlife had a substantial amount of inventory that was compatible with his model. But…” His LED flashed red for a second. “They carelessly burned through a large portion with their... testing.” He said that word distastefully. 

“So what happens when we run out of biocomponents for him?” 

“I think you already know the answer to that.” 

Hank stood up and slammed the table causing Sumo to startle with a bark. “What the fuck? What kind of bullshit is this? He’s the android. He’s the one that’s supposed to last a hundred years. He can’t just— One year—shit.” He collapsed back into the chair. “So what’s happening to him right now?” 

“Most of his biocomponents had been replaced the last time he left Cyberlife with the exception of biocomponent #54890f which helps circulate the air as a secondary cooling system. He is undergoing treatment to get those replaced tonight. Normally, this biocomponent is not vital to androids, but it can be necessary for and those that engage in strenuous or high processing activities.” 

Hank suddenly recalled the past couple weeks of Connor seeming winded. After an extended chase or a long day, he would be breathing deeply for much longer. Hank had teased him about being out of shape, and Connor teased back saying he must be getting old. In reality, his fucking lungs were shutting down.  

“When did he know about all of this?” 

“It was mentioned when he had last returned to Cyberlife.” 

“And he didn’t tell me.” 

“As I mentioned earlier, he worries about your wellbeing over his own. He didn’t want to concern you about something you can’t change.” 

“Well, that makes it fucking fine, doesn’t it?” Hank said sarcastically. “Shit. How much time does he have left? I fucking—” Hank’s voice broke off. He couldn’t lose Connor to something as bullshit as not having the enough parts because fucking Cyberlife didn't want to waste money on their prototype. Fuck, Connor wasn’t even 2 years old yet. 

“Lieutenant,” Nines' voice was stern. Hank looked up at him and he was met with a steely grey gaze. “I’m not going to let Connor die.” 

“Is that a promise?”

“It’s a guarantee. It will take some time, but I will ensure we can manufacture Connor’s biocomponents before it becomes dire. So until then, you need to maintain your health so Connor can happily live by your side for approximately 40 more years. By then, Connor should be adequately prepared for your mortal end and able to move on without too many repercussions.” 

“You got it all mapped out, don’t you?” Hank looked down at his plate of cooling food and ate a bit more. Contemplating their conversation. For a long time, Hank had been resigned to dying early and just letting either a bullet or the alcohol to take him. And sometimes, he still thought that way. But lately, he’s found some things worth living for. Most of it is Connor. He can’t imagine Connor dying before him and it seemed like Connor felt the same way. Maybe that’s why he's always so keen to throw himself in front of danger on his behalf. He finished eating as he mulled over this thoughts some more. He shot another glance at Nines who had stood up and began cleaning up the kitchen. 

“You really like Connor, don’t you?” 

Nines debated on if he should temper his answer, but Hank seemed to appreciate his honesty. “Yes.” 

Hank was now staring at Nines' back. “I thought you were head tech at New Jericho now. Why aren’t you the one operating on him?” 

Nines hesitated, his LED flashing red for the briefest moment. “This is a simple surgery that I could execute flawlessly. But it’s an important one, and I am still reluctant to operate on Connor due to our… history. I don’t want to jeopardize anything if I hesitate during his operation.” Nines still didn't fully trust himself.

Connor had been vague when he told Hank about the time he was forced to return to Cyberlife. It was one of the reasons he still had his guard up when he first saw Nines and Connor together. But he had come to warm up to Nines over the past few months. This conversation certainly helped tear down the rest of the apprehensions he had.

“Well, thanks for the dinner,” Hank replied as he brought his dishes to the sink. It felt weird to have Nines just come to cook him dinner and leave. “You wanna watch some TV?” 

Nines considered the suggestion for longer than he normally would have. “If I leave, will you consume alcohol?” 

“Probably not.” 

“Probably not implies a possibility. Connor was very adamant about ensuring you refrain from alcohol consumption. I will stay to ensure that you sleep at a reasonable time without any alcohol.” 

Hank shook his head. Fucking androids. He made his way to the couch and turned on the TV. 

“Lieutenant.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Could you not tell Connor that I told you about his planned obsolescence?” 

“Well, I want to fucking talk about it with him.” 

“I will encourage him to speak to you about it if keep your discretion in the meantime.” 

“You really don’t want to get on his bad side, huh?” 

“I’ve been on his bad side long enough.” 

“Fine. I’ll keep my mouth shut. But if he takes too long to talk to me about it, I’m throwing you under the bus.” 

Nines was about to question why that would warrant Hank throwing him into a bus, but he quickly searched up the phrase to discern its meaning. “I see. I will make sure it does not come to that.” 

“But thanks for telling me, Nines.” 

“You’re welcome, Lieutenant.” 

“Call me Hank.” 

-end-

i headcanon that since the rk900s are supposed to be military models, they have robust android technician knowledge so they can repair themselves during combat. so after deviating, nines becomes the android technician for new jericho.

this is part of a larger unpublished fic i've been working on ever since i joined dbh taking place post-pacificist ending. slight spoilers, but they are making references to when connor was temporarily reclaimed by cyberlife. and uhm, let's just say nines' and connor's initial interactions were not pleasant ehehe

hope y'all enjoyed! writing brain seems to want to focus on everything but the things i want to focus so yeah take this.

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 16

So... in my defense I was really sick yesterday and accidentally scheduled the post for 10:17am and snuck in chapter 16. And I didn't even realize it until the other chapter had several likes, comments, and reblogs.

So I'm posting this now as a sort "Sorry I fucked up! Enjoy an extra chapter on me!" type thing!

In this we have Steve's no good, horrible, rotten bad day and the end of Act 2.

Also? Cliffhanger!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10  Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

~

Steve was feeling all the stares from both his fellow employees and the customers. He felt like shrinking in on himself every time it happened. It was like they couldn’t figure out what was so wrong with him that his dad would chase him out of town. Because most of the town didn’t know.

Clint Harrington had seen to that. Oh, his buddies knew, his wife’s sewing circle and club ladies knew, but the lessers? Nah, they only heard rumors. And whoo boy did Steve hear some wild ones.

Like that he had been caught in an orgy, or that he been dealing drugs out of the pool house or even that he had been caught with an underaged girl.

Thankfully most of the people didn’t believe that one one bit. But it was near thing and if Steve got his hands on Hank Tippets he was going to wring the man’s neck for that rumor.

It was Robin’s day off, and while usually the boss had them work together, Steve was with three other kids.

Three kids who had been slacking all day, making Steve handle the rush and refilling both the ice cream and toppings, and generally just being asses of themselves.

He was on his last nerve.

“Okay, guys!” Steve huffed putting his hands on his hips. “I’m all for slacking, but I am not the only capable of getting out the ice cream. It’s someone else’s turn!”

The two girls rolled their eyes but did what they were told. The boy on the other hand refused to budge.

“Just because you’re older,” he huffed, grabbing a handful of M&Ms and just shoving them in his face, “doesn’t mean you get to boss us around, man. Go back to whatever bridge you crawled out of.”

Steve’s lip curled. “That’s gross.” He rolled his eyes and put one hand on his hip. “And besides I didn’t crawl out from under a bridge, you did. Look at you. You’re hair is greasy, you smell like you haven’t bathed in years, and you have a stain on your shorts I don’t even want to think of what that is.”

“It’s chocolate,” the kid said with a sneer. “So if you aren’t living under a bridge then where are you living?”

Alarm bells went off in Steve’s head. “The only address anyone needs is my PO Box where to send my paycheck.” He shrugged. “Other than that, why do you care? What are you the Feds?”

The kid rolled his eyes at that and walked away. Steve shook his head. He just had to keep his head down and his mouth shut until he found something else.

Suddenly both girls were giggling and shushing each other.

“Hey, Steve can you come here for a moment?” the one called out. “I think the door to the freezer is stuck.”

Steve sighed and went to the back area, but as soon as he opened the door, a bucket of warm, melted strawberry ice cream fell on top of him. It hit the side of his head, knocking the hat off and clattered to the ground. He was covered head to toe in a gooey, sticky mess. It was in his hair and in his shoes and his socks were drenched.

Suddenly laughter filled his ears as he realized what had happened. This had been their plan all day. To get him annoyed enough that he would just barge through and get it dumped on him. He felt like fucking Sissy Spacek in ‘Carrie’.

Hot tears welled up as he tore off apron, stomping on the stupid hat and storming out of there. All the to calls of telling to come back, that it was all a joke, that he needed to lighten up.

He dashed off to his car, leaving behind a trial of melted ice cream. He tried to put the key in the door, but his hands shook too bad. He was forced to sit next to the car as he sobbed.

A man came up to him, waving his hands and shouting. “You there! Get away from that car! That mess will ruin the paint job!”

Steve looked up at him in shock. “But it’s my car!” he protested and showed him the keys. “See?”

“You’ve clearly stolen this car!” the man bellowed. “I’m going to call the police!” He made a grab for the keys but Steve was faster. They wrestled for them.

“Get off me!” he cried. “Help!”

Suddenly the man was being pulled off of Steve and the sense of relief he felt when he heard Hopper’s growling voice asking what the hell was going on, was palpable.

“This boy stole this car!” the man howled, still trying to get to Steve and take the key.

Hopper, who was dressed for work, leaned down to look closely at him. “Harrington? Is that you under all that goop?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve said, lifting his tear stained face up at the police chief. “My coworkers dumped old and melted ice cream on me and I was just trying to go home.”

Hopper sighed. He shook the man he pulled off of Steve. “That’s his car and if you don’t stop your screaming I’m taking you in for assault and attempted theft.”

The man’s eyes went wide and he scrambled to get away from Steve and Hopper.

Hopper turned back to Steve. “Come on, kid. Let’s get you into your car so you can go home and clean off.” He took the keys from Steve and unlocked the door. “Now drive real careful, all right? Don’t want you in an accident because you’re too emotional to drive.”

Steve nodded. He got to his feet and drove off, clearly being mindful of his state of mind, taking time to do things he wouldn’t normally think about.

Now to go raise fucking Cain with the manager of Scoops Ahoy.

~

The kids were still doubled over with laughter when Hopper came storming into the store.

“You kid!” he barked causing all of them to stop laughing and stand up straight. He peered at the name tag. “Kyle. Get a mop and a bucket and you mop every inch of the mall that has even one drop of that pink goop.”

Kyle opened his mouth to argue but closed it when Hopper glared at him. He ran to grab the mop and bucket and started with mess in front of the store.

“You two,” Hopper growled, “Close the store now. This the scene of a crime. An assault. I will also need the number to the owner or manager. And I mean I want it yesterday.”

The first girl whose name tag read Mary hurried to pull the front gate closed most of the way. Enough to show they were closed, but open enough so Kyle could get back in.

The other girl crossed her arms and scowled at Hopper. Her name tag said Linda. “No one’s been assaulted. We’ve been here the whole time, we would have seen something like that.”

The gate rattled as Kyle forced his way back in with the bucket and mop. Hopper looked over his shoulder.

“Good,” he huffed in annoyance, “you’re all here. That means I don’t have to repeat myself. I’m referring to the assault on Steve Harrington. Dropping a bucket of that size, filled with melted ice cream could have seriously hurt him. What would you lot have done if the bucket had his his head dead on and knocked him unconscious?”

Kyle scoffed. “Like that could happen. Not!”

“Yeah, kid,” Hopper growled, “you a cop or firefighter or even EMT? You some Doogie Howser or some shit? Because if you’re not any of that then you don’t get to tell me what’s possible or not.”

Kyle gulped and looked away as the girls eyes went wide.

“We weren’t trying to hurt him,” Mary insisted. “We were only trying to humiliate him a little. I mean have you seen that fancy car of his. He doesn’t need this job. We do.”

“It doesn’t matter why he’s working here,” Hopper said gruffly. “He was hired to do the fucking job, just leave him alone. You didn’t even have to like him. Just. Not that.”

Hopper called the manager and he was over in a heartbeat. He spotted the gate down first and then splattered mess everywhere.

“What the hell has happened here?” the man shrieked. He spotted Hopper and first he went deathly pale and then he went bright red. “I want to know the meaning of all this!” He yanked the gate up and slipped inside.

Hopper walked up to him. “Mr. Bauman, I’m Chief Hopper and three of your employees set up a bucket trap filled with bad strawberry ice cream, causing it dump all over a fourth employee’s head. A Steve Harrington. I am taking the three kids in for questioning and if I feel it’s serious enough, pressing charges on Harrington’s behalf.”

Murray straightened his back and pushed his glasses further up his nose. “Now see here. You have no proof they did anything of the sort. Just Steve’s word.”

Hopper advanced on him, like a panther seeking its prey, but Murray didn’t even flinch. “You’ve got cameras in his place right?”

Suddenly Linda was running for the manager’s office, but Hopper’s voice cracked out like a whip. “You touch that tape and I will absolutely haul your ass in for tampering with evidence.”

Linda skidded to a stop and Murray stared at her agape. “What the honest fuck?”

“I’m gonna take that as an admission of guilt,” Hopper said, narrowing his eyes at her.

Linda ducked her head and slowly walked back to stand next to Mary and Kyle, her hands clasped in front of her.

“I’ll look at the tape and bring it over to the sheriff’s station,” Murray vowed. He turned the three stooges. “And if I find anything on that tape that even so much as hints you did what Chief Hopper is suggesting. Don’t bother coming back into work. Because you’re fired. And I’ll make sure no one in this mall will hire you.”

Hopper nodded at Murray and then turned to the kids. “Now I don’t have enough handcuffs for all of ya, but I’m about to get really creative.”

~

Steve came home and just stripped his uniform off and just face planted into the bed. He didn’t care about his hair or that he was still covered goop. He just wanted to bury himself under the blankets and never emerge.

He must have fallen asleep because he woken up by Robin on the phone.

“No, Mom,” she hissed. “I don’t care what you say. I’m not going back to working at Scoops. Not after what they did to Steve. And I’m not quitting the Corroded Coffin job. He needs me.”

She paused for a moment. “Nope there is nothing you can do to change my mind. Look there’s another call coming through. Chief Hopper said he’d call with more information.”

Robin slammed the phone down and muttered, “Oh yeah, I’m so grounded. Worth it, though.” The phone rang immediately and she picked it up. “Chief Hopper. No, he’s still sleeping. I would be too after after everything he’s gone through.”

She listened for awhile, putting in the appropriate hum where required.

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to tell him,” she said. “I think he’s waking up. Did you want to him? Not a problem. Thank you.”

Steve gave up all pretense of sleep and sat up, rubbing his eyes. His arm was still sticky and gross but he didn’t care.

“I’d tell you to cover up,” Robin said with a grimace, gesturing to all of him, “but you don’t have to.”

He looked down at himself and realized that he had fallen asleep on the covers in just his underwear and socks. “Oh. Sorry.” He pulled a pillow over his junk and stared up at her.

“So as you could probably guess, that was Chief Hopper,” she said. “He said to tell you that he gave each of the perpetrators a little scare down at the station and made their parents come get them. The dude that tried to assault you about your car, was picked up later for erratic driving and given a ticket. Sgt. Callahan pegged him as the guy because he still had ice cream all down the front of his expensive suit and tie.”

“Good,” Steve said dryly. “Bastard. I was literally sobbing my guts out and he was more concerned with the paint job.”

“Yeah,” Robin said. “Karma bit his ass hard.”

She sat down next to him and put her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry about what happened. I know it’s not my fault or anything, but it really sucks that they did that to you.”

“Thanks Robs,” he murmured.

She stood back up. “I’ve told everyone to leave you alone for a couple of days so when you’re ready to see people again, reach out okay?”

He nodded as she walked to the door. She paused with her hand on the doorknob. She turned back. “Just one more thing. Hopper says he told Joyce about the bullying and she has said she’ll back off about the job now. So there’s at least that silver lining.”

“Yeah.”

~

Steve wasn’t sure how long he laid in bed, but it was obviously enough for a welfare check up from his friends on the staff.

This time it was only Bob and Rosa, but they both looked concerned.

“There is gunk everywhere,” Rosa huffed and waved her hand over his room. “The bed sheets stink and you are wallowing, mi amor.”

“You’ve got to at least shower,” Bob said with a note of distress in voice. “Give Rosa time to clean the room, change the bedding.”

Steve shook his head. There was no need to get out of bed ever again.

Then the door of the hotel room swung open and Bob and Rosa turned.

“Just who are you that you can just be walking in here?!” she bellowed, rounding on the stranger with her duster.

The man raised his hands up in surrender. “I’m Eddie Munson. I pay for the room.”

End of Act 2

~

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[seiya234]

21 grams lighter

that website, amirite? anyway can't fucking believe alex did it again.

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“Uncle Dipper, the school said you had to sign this?”

“Me specifically?”

Hank frowned. “Well, an adult in our house.”

“You’re the first one we found,” Willow added.

Dipper picked up the paper, skimming it quickly and. Oh.

Oh my god.

“Mabel are you in here?”

As the triplets wandered off, task done, a head covered in googly eyes popped out the kitchen door. “Mmmyes?”

Dipper brandished the papers. “Do you remember MADD?”

“Moms Are Down with Drugs? Yeah. We had to do those worksheets, and go to that rally in the gym, and there was a dog in a jacket.” Mabel paused. “Also, I don’t think they actually knew what it meant when you say you’re down with something.”

“Okay, so MADD… but for selling your soul.”

The googly eyes, with impeccable comedic timing, all fell off of Mabel’s face.

“No.”

“Oh my god, there’s a pamphlet.”

By now, Mabel had joined him at the table. “’Soul Selling: Not Even Once!’ Oh. Oh Dipper, this is bad.”

He was trying to hold in peals of laughter. “I know!”

“I don’t think this is going to discourage anyone.”

“I know.”

“And look, they basically give you the directions to summon five different demons in the name of Not Doing That, this is really, really bad.”

“I̶t̷'̴s̵ ̸f̸a̷n̶t̸a̴s̶t̷i̸c̵!̴”

Mabel looked at him, just looked at him for a minute, sadness welling deep in her eyes.

“No. No it’s really not.”

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Trillions.

A number that is truly incomprehensible, much less in the context of time.

There were souls that rotted in that stomach longer than the oldest rocks of Earth.

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[from the M.A.D.D. Brochure, 2285]

“So remember kids, selling your soul doesn’t just effect you. It effects every version of you! It is an indelible mark that will linger for eternity, never changing, never going away. Paths, choices, loved ones, all will wither in the face of the horrible decision that you made! Eternity is forever, don’t make it your fault!”

[penciled in the margins, a note: “so we aren’t going to talk about social inequality or systemic racism then are we?”]

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(the most eternal, sacred part of a being)

Dipper had been a demon for all of a month, if that, when he was offered his first soul. For a while, he… didn’t really do anything with them.

When he did, it was of course super traumatic for everyone involved but eh, that kind of went with the territory of everything that was happening in his life lately.

Point being, he never was sure why Bill kept everyone trapped inside of him, constantly screaming, constantly playing beach tunes to drown them out. No, better to eat them, get the power, set them free.

Like, obviously, not great to be eating souls in the first place, and yeah, yeah, he could tell, even ten thousand (ten million) (ten billion) years later who he had crunch munched through, but like, they were able to be out there living their lives! Doing stuff. Cycling back through.

Honestly. What had Bill been planning to do with them?

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For the first week after it happened, animals ran away from Mabel.

Not just cats and dogs but all animals. Flocks of birds would fly off at her approach, deer would get near the Shack and then run off, and Gompers disappeared into the woods.

After the bear ran screaming from her, Mabel put two and two together, and called Dipper.

“Is this forever?”

Dipper frowned. “What do you mean?”

Mabel waved at her body. “This.”

(it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair she was only 16/18/22/17, she didn’t mean for this to happen, she only wanted to live, he only wanted her to live, this wasn’t f a i r )

“Oh. Uh. Um.”

“Dipper. Just. Tell. Me.”

“Hold on.” He reached into his stomach, and pulled out something…. Ineffable.

It felt like every single cell in Mabel’s body was reaching towards it, she found herself walking towards Dipper’s open hand.

The demon looked at her.

“You can have it back.”

She was crying. When did she start crying? And more worryingly, why did it feel like this was the first real, true thing she had felt in a week?

He pushed the Ineffable thing into her chest, and Mabel sank to the ground, sobbing. She felt whole again.

She didn’t realize that she hadn’t been whole, not truly, not until now.

Alcor smirked. “Consider it… out on lease. I’ll take it back eventually.”

She should have challenged him on that. Should have asked him about that. Should have done a million trillion other things.

But Mabel was human. And scared. And so, so very young.

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(you were birds)

A young man with fluffy brown hair, mixing his blood with his sister and his new brother-in-law, making a promise.

(you were trees with roots entangled)

They made a family together, it was a beautiful family, they let him stay, stay when anyone else would have told him to leave.

(wherever we go next, whatever you choose, I will always be right there with you)

They fit, like spoons in a drawer, like yin and yang, salt and pepper, ketchup and mustard, literally a million different pairings you could compare the two of them to. They weren’t perfect but love doesn’t need to be, and shouldn’t be perfect.

(that’s done buddy)

One grave

(congratulations)

Another grave, but eighty years later.

(you chose Alcor instead)

[nyoxy-ghostie]

Hi could you write a sugar daddy silent treatment with Hank where Hank is giving the reader the silent treatment for something she did and she didn’t notice turned smut please

Don't you love me, baby?

I love the idea unfortunately I don't write smut anymore but I tried to make the illusion to it, hope that was enough :)

Fandom: Chicago P.D

Hank voight x reader

Warnings: cursing, jealous, poorly written,

Feedback is always welcome <3

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Hank was the best sugar daddy you have ever had, he respected your boundaries, set up safe words, never once made you uncomfortable, and always bought you the nicest of things even when you didn't ask.

lately he had been coming home late and when you would try to get the slightest bit of attention from him, whether it was when you needed to have his hands on your body or it was just wanting to be in his presence, he would ignore you. after a few days of the silent treatment you were fed up and decided to corner him one night. he had just gotten out of the shower, both of you were getting ready for bed you had the plan to ask him about it right before bed because he had a rule about going to bed mad. he still was giving you the silent treatment, he sat on the edge of the bed taking off his socks, you stepped Infront of him and placed your hands on his shoulders.

he tried to stand up and move but you pushed him back down, he let out a huff before looking up at you in your eyes. "what's wrong?" you ask quietly staring into his eyes almost as if you were afraid to make him anymore angry with you. he didn't answer for a while but you could see the fury in his eyes.

"just let it go Y/n" you froze since when has he called you by your first name, its always a nickname. this means he IS mad at you but for what reason? you squeezed his shoulder and gently placed a hand on his jaw rubbing your thumb over the stubble decorating his jaw, you always loved the feeling on your skin. you blew out a breath angrily "what is your problem hank? you have been ignoring me for a few days now." you were getting upset, you felt like he had no right being mad at you, what did you even do? "then why not run off to Liam huh? If you think i have a fucking problem." Boom. That was it, that's why he was angry with you.

Hank stood up and stepped away from you, his hands were clenched tightly together, it caught you off guard for a second but you quickly regained composure.

"what? Liam is my work friend what are you so mad for?" you were now confused but it quickly turned to realization when you fully thought about it, he was jealous of Liam. You won't lie that was… hot. you tilted your head with a small smile and walked up to him placing one hand on his chest. "are you jealous?" when hank didn't answer but instead looked away from you, you knew you had your awnser.

"Let me show you how much I'm mad at you."

Let's just say you and hank had to take another shower.

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Author note: I actually didn't mean to post this yet but I hit the wrong button 🥲

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

That song "Loser Baby" from Hazbin Hotel has been on my mind ever since I watched the video, and I'm like, ooooh, prompt idea ✨️✨️

Basically, Jason and Reader are both members of the Titans, Jason's going through some shit, thinking he's alone to deal with it because the other members never cared about his problems, so Reader is there to sort of comfort him!

WARNINGS: mentions of suicide, drug use, weaponry use

Notes: Based on HBO Titans, timelines are mixed, idk how a molotov cocktail works, just go w it, unrealistic gun use

Another day, another failed mission. Why? Jason took the impulsive decision to dive in, head first, into the first danger he saw, which led them to be ambushed by other criminals. Sure, they got the majority locked up, but now the others are spread around Gotham now trying to get backup.

And like most times, when Jason messes up now and again, the members start pointing fingers while Dick was at GCPD.

"We went through the plan a million times, kid," Hank grunts. "You wait for Dick's signal!"

"Yeah, yeah! I heard you the first time," Jason spits back. He's been hearing this ever since the whole fiasco ended up until now as everyone got back to the tower. "Get off my back, will you, at least I fuckin' tried, asshole."

"And we would've completed the mission successfully if you tried after Dick gave the cue," Kory chimes in. "You need to work on your patience."

"Whatever," Jason mumbles storming back into his room.

Just as he was, you were exiting your own room, located just beside Jason's.

"Hi, Jay, how was the- oh...kay?" Just as you were greeting the young vigilante, he ignored you, slamming his door shut.

You walk into the lobby. Though you were a member of the Titans, you didn't participate often in missions. You design and create weaponry for the other members, especially Dick and Jason, as they don't have any powers. You excused yourself from joining the missions because although you knew how and when to use your mechanics best, your combat and stealth skills aren't as advanced.

You picked up this interest of building and experimenting after a few downfalls earlier in your life before Dick found you and took you in.

You grew up on the not so upper class side of Gotham City, and you were not an intentionally planned kid. Your parents made bad decisions, weren't married, and both were struggling in their own way. But your dad soon realised that it was all too much for him. He couldn't take care of himself, let alone take care of a kid, his kid. Soon enough, he reached his limit and swallowed a few too many pills.

That's when your mom went spiralling into her own depression. She smoked more cigs, snorted more coke, and drank more alcohol. And when you were old enough to comprehend the profanity she spat at you, she figured that you were smart enough to live life on your own. So she kicked you out. Later that night, when you came back, just to double check if your mom was just on a high and didn't mean what she said, she was gone. The only evidence to prove she was there were the smashed bourbon bottles and and cigarette butts scattered across the floor.

You sat yourself on the couch, legs tucked into your chest as you wrapped your arms to secure them in place and waited patiently for your mom to come home.

But she never did.

Some bad people were after you, claiming that your mother had owed them a shit ton of money. When you told them you didn't know where she was, they said that you'd have to continue to pay back her debt. You had nowhere else to go. So every time they'd come knocking on your door, you'd bolt out through the fire escape.

You had a molotov cocktail in your hand, a little something you saw your dad do once when he was in a difficult situation such as yours. This is the first time you've tried to use it before. You're scared that saving the bottle would be a waste of time. What if you threw it and the fire just went out? What if it wouldn't have the effect you'd expect? What if it would hurt you too in the process??

You just prayed. Prayed for some sort of miracle. In your other hand, spray on deodorant that you stole from the grocery store a walk away from your apartment.

There's a recently abandoned one-story house just down the road.

Lure them there, spray the room, blow 'em up.

You repeated the plan to yourself. So many things can go wrong. You couldn't do anything but pray.

Your chest ached when you got to the building. You covered your face as you choked, inhaling the deodorant that you sprayed around the room.

"There they are!" One of the men yelled towards your direction. You waited. Just a couple seconds.

You ran out the back window as they crashed through the door. Looking back, you waited as much as you could, making sire as much of the men entered the house.

Now.

You lit the cloth on fire, using your mom's lighter, one of the things you kept, and threw it through the window. And just like that, the fire caught onto the particles of the deodorant, and as the bottle smashed to the concrete floor, the building as a whole burst into flames, the painful screams of men remaining in the house.

"Oh my god, it worked!" You said to yourself, panting as you continue to run away.

From then on, you experimented with other, easier ways to create the same kind of effect. You used scraps of metal, lead wires from lightbulbs, plus lightbulb shards to create explosives to protect you.

Soon, your knowledge of weaponry expanded. You managed to steal a gun from one of the men that were after you. You liked to know how things worked. And you liked to manipulate how they worked.

You spent your time disassembling your new gun and eventually created a new weapon of your own. You'd pretend to be too scared to use it, bad man grabs it off you, aim it at you, pulls the trigger, and boom. The bullet blows to the other end, towards their face.

Too bad luck wasn't completely on your side for long.

You screeched as you walked past an alley, your hair being grabbed and pulled by a large man. "Think you can get away from me, bitch?" A gruff voice spat.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, grasping as your scalp that's burning your skull. You heard the glint of a knife as the sharpness poked at your side.

"Please, please, no, please," you whispered, begging for your life to be spared.

"You better pray for a miracle, cunt," the man said, jabbing the knife into your side, then throwing you against the wall, leaving you to bleed out.

Your vision blurred and came to the conclusion that you were going to die.

That is... if some random stranger found you and decided to bring you back to what you found out to be "Titans Tower." Learning his name to be Richard 'Dick' Grayson understood you had no one to take care of you and that you were the one who caused that explosion. He also found your little gun, and the great detective saw how it's been rearranged.

When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar area. You were bandaged up well, but you were still scared. You hissed, trying to sit up. At the same, Dick walks into the room, a trya with soup, a glass of water and a small tablet next to the glass all prepared.

Dick smiled, introducing himself and apologising for bringing you unconscious. He offered you a shelter, but also wanted to know more about you. How you ended up in the situation, who was after you, and how you managed to rearrange the gun.

He then took you under your wing, giving you your own room and even your own materials to create more weapons for yourself. These ranged from melee weapons, explosives, and hand to hand combat weapons.

Dick tried to train you in physical combat, but you admitted that no matter how hard you tried, your fighting skills won't really improve. So you offered to just create new defence weapons for the team and operate missions from the tower as the team went out.

A couple of months later, you met Jason Todd. You'd be lying if you said he wasn't attractive, and his flirtatious attitude didn't help with your attraction towards him.

You also admired how skilled he was in fighting. Fighting a person while blindfolded? Fighting two people while they're all blindfolded? You wished to be just like him. But you were too shy to talk to him.

Jason speaks before thinking, and you were scared that he'd make fun of you for being part of the Titans without knowing basic combat and stealth skills. So you avoided him as much as you could.

But your guard was down as you had your headphones on, sitting on the couch in the lobby, sketching out a design for new throwing blades that could inject a liquid into the body to knock someone out for around half an hour.

"Why do I never see you around?" A curious voice chimes. One of your headphones laid off your ear, so you flinched when you heard someone begind you.

"Uhm, I.. I don't know what you're talking about," you quietly say, not sure how to confidently talk to the attractive boy.

"You're never out on missions or in the training room. Why are you here?" He says, arms leaning on the back of the couch, face dangerously close to yours

You shrugged. "I kind of make the weapons, I guess. I got those Rs of yours to send a shock wave of electricity," you replied, trying to identify yourself.

Jason tilts his head. "So, how come I never see you around training or missions? With weapons like them, I assume you would be useful out there."

You shake your head. "Fighting isn't really my forte. And my aim is never accurate," you explain, bracing yourself for the taunts.

"Huh. Want me to teach ya?" He offers.

Your head shoots towards him. "Uhm. Thanks, but Dick already tried training me. Trust me, I'd just be wasting your time and be a pain in your ass," you say, fidgeting with the pencil in your hand, kooking away from him.

"Nah, you trust me. I can teach you way better than Dickwad can. And if you still think fighting just isn't a thing for you, we can stop."

You stare up at him for a few moments before sighing and agreeing.

Surprisingly, Jason was able to teach you the basics, but that was as far as you could learn. Nonetheless, you were grateful that Jason taught you something that you could learn. You couldn't thank him enough. In return, you designed weaponry specifically suited for his fighting style.

From then on, you and Jason developed a beautiful friendship. Unfortunately, your crush on him only grew more.

But you and Jason were always there for each other. You never ran out of stories and fun talks to chat about. And eventually, little by little, the two of you opened up about your not so different pasts.

So when Jason stormed into his room after coming back from the mission while making absolutely no contact with you, it got you worried.

"Jeez, what happened?" You say as you walk to where the other members stood.

"Jason being Jason as always," Rachel mumbles.

"Uhh, Jason was just being eager. He's been trying to solve this case for weeks," Gar tries to reason out.

"If that little shit just stuck to the plan, his case would've been solved," Hank raises his voice as Dawn tries to calm him down.

"Just be patient with him. He didn't mean it," you try to calm everyone down.

"We can't be patient with him if he himself can't be patient," Donna calls out from the fridge, grabbing a drink.

"Listen, he's been through enough already, cut him some slack," you begin to get pissed off.

"If you're referring to when he got kidnapped, that was his fault too," Rachel says, sitting down on the couch.

"You know what wasn't his fault? Drawing crosses on your mirror, Rach. And that made all of you blame him for the other shit planted in your rooms. Do you know how much that shit hurt him? And none of you didn't even apologise! So, sorry, on behalf of him, that he wanted to show he was still strong enough even after he was kidnapped and dropped from a skyscraper. But have a little decency and time to understand why he acts the way he does," you ranted, not letting anyone reply as you stormed away.

During your times spent with Jason, you didn't miss his ADHD meds lying around, and eventually, he opened up to you about his therapy talks with Leslie, and you're glad it's somewhat helping. You just wushed you would be as much helo to him.

You knocked lightly on the door. "Jay?" You called out to him. You sighed when you were met with no response. You know he didn't tell you to come in, hut you were so worried for your best friend, so you entered his room.

His rock vinyl was spinning, and you took the pin off, making the loud mhsic stop abruptly.

Staring out the window, Jason turns to you, glaring at you.

"C'mon, it's just me, Jay. You can talk to me," you say.

Jason scoffs. "Yeah, sure. Then you'd think of me like the others do," he says, his gaze returnint out the window.

"And how do they think of you, Jason?"

He shrugs. "Like a fucking loser," he croaks.

"That's because you are a loser," you deadpan. Jason's brows furrow in confusion as he looks at you once more. He honestly thought you'd start to go on a long, petty rant about you thinking otherwise.

You sighed, walking over to him, hding his hands and bring him over to his bed, sitting him down.

"I'm not gonna lie to you, Jay. Your life sucks and I don't know if it's going to get better. There's a chance that it's not. You are a loser. You're spontaneous, make dumb decisions that don't always go well. But, you know? It's not entirely your fault. Your childhood sucks, your current family sucks and most of your teammates sucks. And you're just doing your best. You may be a loser, but guess what? I am, too. I can't fight, I can make weapons, but my aim is shit. My dad died, and my drug addict mom left me. I'm always alone i the tower because everyone else is out doing cool, superhero shit. I understand your pain, Jason. That's why we tell each other the shit we've been through. Because that load might be too heavy for only ourselves to carry. But I'm sure as hell it would be light as a feather if we carry both of our problems together," you choose your words carefully, your hands remaining on his, your thumb stroking his scarred skin.

Slowly, you move your hands, shifting them to link your pinky with his while he remains silent. "Jason, I promise you. I'm always going to be here to listen. I'm always going to be here for you. To help you in any way I possibly can."

Jason doesn't verbally reply. What he does, though, is nod and lean his head against your shoulder, tightening his grip around your hands.

[madnesshyperfixation]

hii!! is it open to request for jebediah christoff?

General Jebediah Christoff Headcanons 

Holy shit first ask AAAA! Thank you for asking I was jittering in my seat from excitement writing all this out for u!  

5’10” – 6’ probably 

I highly doubt Jeb’s body is wholly his after being stitched back together by 2BDamned after Apotheosis, there’s a least a few chunks of him that are really Hank’s body parts, same with Hank in return, what? You think 2B would really go and sort through all their body parts? Nah 2B mainly separated what was easily identifiable and seemed to match. 

No matter how much this dumbass denies it he has some similar mannerisms to Director Phobos. Ex. Posture, embellished speech patterns. 

Has resting bitch face that has only gotten worse over time. 

Ough chronic pain from being an old ass man with loads of scars, least it’s not as bad as it could be because of the Halo/Keystone Fragment. 

He has always known how to use a sword since his time at the Nexus, imagine that on your job resume haha. 

Living in a functioning city in the past leaves it’s marks on how he lives in the present, mainly on small things, I mean, imagine living in a well-functioning city, having lived there your entire life having access to things like sugar and seasonings, luxuries in plain sight, and then going to nothing. Stuff that was once seen as commonplace and normal is now a rare luxury like it was in the far past. (Sorry if this explanation is bad) 

He likes his coffee drowned in creamer; he seems like a creamer guy. Sad that creamer is hard to come by nowadays. 

Jeb discovered the plush Hofnarr had of him, Hofnarr never knew why Jeb suddenly started to be a little nicer to him. (I beat canon to death behind a Waffle House) 

His sunglasses are prescripted.  

His eyes used to be brown before they turned red and black from exposure to the dissonance in Halo/Keystone Fragment. 

His hands are stained with a purple gradient and spider veins from his constant use of dissonance with his hands. 

In the early years of working at the science tower Jeb and Crackpot used to get along surprisingly. 

The Binary Sword really wasn’t meant for people his height even with his amplified strength from the Halo/Keystone Fragment, so he uses some telekinesis to help swing and thrust the giant thing around. 

Having a small hammerspace at will allows him to pull out thing from thin air, I like to think he usually reaches behind his back or into his lab coat when pulling something out despite the fact he can just hold out his hand and the item he needs will just pop or drop into existence from his hammerspace. 

Speaking of hammerspace, the size of his hammerspace is about the size of a small closet. 

He is mentally incapable of forgetting what he’s stored in his hammerspace, anything he stores away in there is automatically ingrained in his mind until he removes said object. 

While he is immune to his own lightning he still becomes staticky after using it. 

Ok I didn’t think I'd have a lot of Headcanons for Jebus and was planning to apologize for the lack of headcanons but turns out I did, the magic of hyperfixation lol, anyway I hope all you Jebus fans and the lovely asker enjoy! 

[callsign-dexter]

From Colleagues to Lovers 18+

Request: Hey 😍 I saw a bday anon asking for a present before, so I'm being selfish and nicely asks for this as well (it's Thursday) 🙊 it would be an Antonio imagine, where they're colleagues and have feelings for each other but not dating yet. After one tough case, Antonio invites her over to his apartment for a beer and they talk a while till he kisses her and tells her how much she means to him. They end up sleeping together but all passionate and lovable and afterwards lots of cuddles where they decide to give their love a chance ? Hope this is fiiiiine.

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut

Masterlist

First Installment: From Colleagues to Lovers

Second Installment: Gossip and Glances

Third Installment: Flirt with Risk

A/N: Happy birthday to the anon who sent in the request!

You had been working for Intelligence since you could remember. This means you have been working with Antonio for a while as well. You had slowly begun developing feelings for him and you just hoped that he felt the same way. It killed you to see him with any other girl but you hid your feelings well and powered through it.

You imagined what life with him would be like and you wanted it but held back. You didn't want to make things awkward especially if he shot you down and completely humiliated you. How would you be able to face him at work?

You had just gotten into work when Hank immediately went into detail about a case that you all just had gotten. It was about a man that was going around and kidnaping women and then them showing up dead in very local places.

"Antonio and Y/N I want you both to go to the last crime scene and see if you can get any information or clues. Police have they couple that found the women down there. I want you both to go and talk to her." Hank said and you nodded. You would rather go with someone else instead of making this awkward for both of you but you weren't one to disobey orders and did as you were told. You looked over to Antonio who was in his chair swiveling it side to side while look at you with a smirk, the smirk that you had fallen in love with. You smiled back at him.

"Well you heard the man. Lets go." He said and you nodded and held out your hand out towards the door.

"Lead the way." You said and he did just that. You followed him out of the building and down to the cars. You let him drive since you really didn't feel like driving and he would be more comfortable.

Once you got in and started driving he started to make small conversation which helped a little bit but it was still awkward, well at least for you, you didn't know about him.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" He had asked you and you shook your head.

"No. I don't think this case is going to allow us to have a break honestly." You said and then it was silence.

Once the small talk got nowhere he then turned the topic onto the case and that helped tremendously. "Why do you think he is doing it?" He asked you and you turned to look at him.

"He probably got out raged from a girl that dumped him and I'm guessing he doesn't take being dumped very well." You told him and he nodded.

"He probably is working his way up to the woman that dumped him. I'm guessing he's going to be way worse with her than anyone else." Antonio said.

"He's trying to perfect what he wants to do and once it is perfected then that's when he is going to strike." You said "Do we know who he broke up with?" You asked and he shook his head.

"No, Jay and Adam are supposed to be figuring that out." He said and you nodded then you arrived at the crime scene. He killed the engine and you both got out after parking. You both walked over to the crime scene and began to inspect it after not finding anything and you needed a break.

"Hey I'm gonna talk to the couple that found the body." You told Antonio and he nodded.

"I'm gonna continue looking here." He said and you nodded and you started to walk over to them.

"Good morning. I'm Detective Y/N Y/L/N. I understand that you found the body." You said and they nodded.

"We usually jog this path every morning." The woman said and you nodded.

"Did you see anything unusual when you found the body? Like someone running away or something out of place?" You asked them as you wrote down some stuff.

"No, everything was normally where is was." The man said and you nodded "Oh, there was a red pickup truck that was here but it had sped off." He said

"What was the condition of the truck?" You asked

"It was beaten up with several dings and a broken headlight. We didn't get a license plate due to us being so far away and it speeding off." The man said and you nodded.

"Thank you for your time. If we have any other questions we'll call you and if you remember anything else, don't hesitate to give us a call." You said and they nodded and you headed back to Antonio, it looked like he was done since the coroner was loading the woman up. "Hey, find anything useful?" you asked him and he shook his head.

"No. You?" He asked and you nodded.

"The couple usually runs here in the mornings. They said that they saw an old red beaten up truck with a broken headlight, it had a bunch dings in it but they couldn't get a license plate." You told him he nodded and you both started to walk back to the car to go back to the precinct and tell the information you had gotten.

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A week into the case nothing new was coming up. If there was anything new it was just a dead end. More and more bodies have been showing up and everybody was getting restless and agitated. You just wanted to go home and enjoy a nice long hot shower with nobody to disturb you. Sleep you would also love some sleep, you barely had gotten anything when the case started and if you did it was just a few minutes and then you were back at it again. Antonio tried to keep the spirits alive and happy around you but it just wasn't working and that killed him on the inside.

You had just gotten a lead from your CI and were following and checking up on it when the lead suddenly went cold. You were frustrated but didn't let it show but Antonio could see it and so he had cornered you in the locker room.

"Everything ok?" He asked you while leaning up against the locker and you against the wall. You nodded.

"Yea everything is great." You said and he made a face.

"I know you well enough to know that you're lying. What's up?" He asked and you sighed.

"This case is frustrating and I just want it to end." You said and he nodded and then walked over to you and pulled you into a hug.

"I'm frustrated too and want it to end as well. We just have to keep pushing through and hope we catch this bastard." He said and you buried your head into his neck and nodded. "Hey what do you say about us getting a pizza and drinking a few beers at my place, after this is all over?" He asked and you nodded and pulled away to look at him.

"I would love that." You said and he smiled then Kim walked in.

"Hey, we got something let's go." She said and you all hurried out of the room. All 3 of you walked into the bullpen and Hank started to talk.

"We have found his location. His name is Arlen Harlow. As of right now he still has his victim hostage. Gear up and get ready to go." Hank said and you all nodded. Everyone got ready and drove to the location.

Antonio and you rode together to the house. You all made sure you had everything and had bulletproof vests on before storming the house. Once everyone did Hank gave the all-clear, Jay kicked in the door and you all went in. You heard a chours of clears but you had yet to say anything because you were down in the basement staring down Alren, with your gun pointed at him.

When you didn't answer and heard your fellow team members in your ear, they came down to where you were. "We can talk about this." You said to him and he shook his head.

"No. No we can not. I can't go back to jail." He said getting frantic.

"Let the woman go and maybe we can make a deal." You said knowing that the others are there listening and again he shook his head.

"I'm not going back." He said and raised his gun at the woman and as he was about to pull the trigger, you pulled yours and he went down. You stood there not believing what just happened but you quickly got over it and went to the women. You comforted her and then EMTs took her to the hospital.

When you got back to the precinct you filled out your report and talked to Hank. Even though it wasn't ideal you did what had to be done. When you got done talking with him everyone had left the building, well you thought everyone did.

You were sitting at your desk head in hands going over the day. This case was a tough one and it always took a toll on you. You don't know how long you were sitting there but jumped when you felt hands on your shoulders. You turned to look at who it was and it was none other than Antonio. He was smiling at you and you smiled back. "Are you ok?" He asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

"Tough cases always take a toll on me for some reason." You said and he nodded.

"How about that beer and pizza at my place?" He asked and you nodded smiling.

"That sounds amazing." You said and got up. You got your purse and got up while he waited. You both walked out of there together. "What about my car?" You asked him and he shook his head.

"We'll get in the morning." He said and you nodded and followed him out to his truck. Once he opened the door and shut it and then got in, you were able to try and relax. It was a comfortable silence on the ride to his place.

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When you arrived he had parked and killed the engine and got out. You were about to open the door but he had beaten you to it. You smiled at him and let him help you down and into his apartment. "Make yourself at home. I'm gonna go put my gun away and then order the pizza." He said and you nodded as you both kicked off your shoes. You went to his fridge and grabbed two beers and headed to the couch.

Not even 2 minutes later he was coming back out smiling at you and you handed him his beer. "I already grabbed you one." You said and he took it.

"Why thank you. Pizza should be here in 10 minutes." He said and you nodded and snuggled into him as he sat down.

"Anything you want to watch?" You asked him and shook his head.

"No. I don't have anything that I'm into at the moment." He said and you gasped.

"The Antonio Dawson is not interested in anything? That's a shock." You said while chuckling.

"It's the truth." He said trying to defend himself and you shook your head and turned on something random which was Fixer Upper. You both made comments until the pizza came. He got up and grabbed the money and paid for the pizza and brought it over to the couch. Half of the pizza was gone and several beers were drank between you both.

You could tell there was something on his mind so you turned off the volume and looked at him. "What's wrong?" You asked and he looked at you.

"What makes you think there is something wrong?" He asked and you turned to look at him fully.

"You always make this face when you're thinking about something. What's up?" You asked again and he sighed and turned to look at you.

"I'm gonna tell you something and I hope it doesn't mess up what we have." He said and you nodded for him to continue. "I've liked you for a while now. Ever since I met you in Intelligence actually. You were the most beautiful woman I've seen and I just couldn't get over your beauty. All of the other girls I've been with were just a distraction for me from you." He said and you didn't know what to say but when you looked into his eyes you did.

"I felt that same way for a while now too." You said.

"You don't have to take pity on me Y/N. I know that's that not true." Antonio said and you shook your head.

"No, it's the truth. When you were with those other girls it killed me inside. I wanted to be the one that you took on dates. I wanted to be the one that had your attention. I've liked no loved you for as long as I could remember. I just thought you were way out of my league to even look at him, much less date me." You said and the next thing you knew you were kissing each other. You continued to kiss until air was needed and then you broke apart.

"Bedroom?" He asked and you nodded not trusting your voice. That kiss was perfect and you felt fireworks go off.

He got up and held out a hand to you and you took it. He led you to his bedroom where he shut the door while you sat down on his bed. He walked over to you while shedding his shirt and showing off his toned chest. He bent down and kissed you and you put your hands on his 6 pack. He gently laid you down and got on top of you and but not putting any weight on you.

Antonio kissed you and then he started to kiss you on the side of your neck and under your ear just on the pulse point, your sweet spot. He sucked on it and nipped at the skin, there was definitely going to be a hickey there in the morning. It had you a moaning mess and your toes curling.

You felt his hands at the hem of your shirt and he looked up and you nodded. He slowly got rid of your shirt and then you felt him kiss down the valley of your breasts and down the hem of your jeans. He reached behind you and unhooked your bra and got rid of it. "You're perfect." He said and sucked your right nipple into his mouth and your head was thrown back and your mouth opened. Your hands went to his head and you pulled his hair. One of his hands went into your jeans and underwear and ran through your slick folds.

"Antonio." You moaned out and then he let go of that nipple and switched to the other, never letting up on touching you. You were close and when his finger went into your entrance and found your g-spot is when that rubber band in your stomach snapped and you moaned out his name.

As you were coming down from your high he was pulling the rest of your clothes off and yours as well. You sat up on your elbows and watched him as he reached over to his nightstand grabbed a condom and rolled it down on his now erect cock that had you drooling. "What about you? I want to take care of you." You said breathlessly.

"Another time. This is all about you." He said and then spread your legs and licked up your folds and that had you falling back onto the bed. He swirled his tongue around your entrance and probed it. Then he went up to your clit and sucked on it and gently bit it. Your hands were back in his hair. If you weren't wet before then you were definitely were now. He was eating you out like your life depended on it.

"Antonio! Right there!" You exclaimed and then he stopped and you let go of his hair. You whimpered but it was stopped by him kissing you. He ran his cock up and down you a few times before pushing into you to the hilt. You were no virgin but the way he made you stretch made you feel like one, he stretched you in ways you didn't know it was possible but in a good way.

"You're so tight. It was like you were made for me." He said and then waited for you to adjust and for a signal to move and when you did he started to slowly thrust into you. He brought his face down to your neck and was kissing your skin and nipping at it.

"So good!" You said and brought your hands up to his shoulders. He slowly kept thrusting into you making the pleasure last. You felt that the rubber band started constricting again "Faster." You told him and felt him smirk.

"As you wish." He said into your shoulder and picked up his pace again hitting in all the right places. Your nails dug into his skin leaving indents and then they started to rake down his back and you felt and heard him hiss. There was no doubt that there were going to be scratches down his back but he would wear them proudly.

"I'm close." You told him and he nodded.

"Me too." He said and then his thrusts started to get sloppy. On the next thrust, he stilled inside you and shot his load into the condom as your climax hit as well. He rode you through your orgasm and his.

Once you both came back down he slowly slid out of you with a now soft cock. He got up and took it off and tied it off and threw it away. You watched him but couldn't say anything too out of it. You watched him go into his bathroom and come back with a washcloth. He started to wipe between your legs and up your folds which made you jump. "I'm sorry." He said as he finished and you shook your head.

"I'm just a little sensitive. Nobody has made me cum especially twice before." You said and he had a look of horror on his face.

"Then they weren't doing it right or taking care of you." He said and then discarded the washcloth in the hamper and came over and laid down. You turned to him and cuddled into him. "I love you Y/N. Nothing is going to change that. I want to be with you. I want to take you on dates. I want to give our love for each other a chance." He said and you smiled.

"I would love that, Antonio. I love you too. I want to be with you. I really want to give our love a chance, I have ever since I met you." You said and then he kissed you.

"Then it's settled. We both want the same thing. I love you." He said

"I love you too." You replied and snuggled into his chest

As you were drifting off you felt him press a kiss to your head and rest his on top of yours. You finally did it. You confessed to your crush over pizza and beer you couldn't be happier. You both loved each other and aren't going to be letting each other go anytime soon.

Who knew it would take a tough case for it to happen? You certainly didn't. Do you wish it would've happened another way? Maybe you did but you weren't complaining about how it did happen.

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[saltymongoose]

Streamer player who got into the game with their phone and aren't exactly behaving the way the employers expected them to at first💥

Auditor goes on his little monologue about you being important to this entire reality and how you being locked up in here is non-negotiable and how you can't just leave! They finally got you here and they're so excited-

Player is giving no visual reactions but he keeps on talking (he. Is acting a bit out of pocket now that the player is finally here! You can't blame him!!!)

Then suddently they just kinda.

Player is now visibly irritated and typing up a longgg post abt them having to stop streaming for now and how they love their fans and won't stop interacting!!! It will just take longer to post significant content! And apologising profusely to their followers.

As they're doing this they start a very upset rant about the situation they're in

Like they go all the way off💥💥 going from how badly planned their kidnapping was and how if they really wanted the player to stay in this bland little concrete room the employers should have at the very least let them grab a charger. Did they even know if humans could breathe in this atmosphere?? They could have died! Did they even take their medication with them? No? Of course not. God, can it even get any worse? Oh! And just so you know, being locked in a small boring enviroment is very detrimental to any human's mental state! Do they even know if food in nevada can fit their dietary requirements?? If the auditor didn't go on that rant about the importance of the player, they'd assume they were captured to get tortured! If this is the level of planning the employers were capable of, then they could see why they couldn't catch Hank yet.

40 minutes after being left in the room by themselves the player gets out and they apologize for getting so mad.🫡

(What the rest of the employers see after the auditor leaves the player's room)

Omg, it's something the Employers never expected to see. The consequences of their own actions. 🤯

Yes, we love to see the Player sticking it to the Auditor (and the rest of the Employers), and they do have a point. Besides the observations they made over your webcam, they had no other source of information on humans, and it's not like watching someone play video games and go about their business in their room can tell you about all their needs. Your biology is completely unfamiliar to them, and who knows if you need any specialized medical care to deal with any disorders or ailments you have? Like if you were diabetic, how the hell would you get insulin? Do they even have insulin in Nevada? What about food? Or enrichment? Humans are social creatures, and it's not like talking only to the four of them would be sufficient for that. And that's just a few things in addition to the arguments you gave in your ask as well.

I like to think that the Player is just so done with the situation that they're the one who orders the Auditor to leave the room while they type out a message to their followers. I mean, they just woke up in a whole other dimension/world after being kidnapped. It's not like they'd be all that comfortable with just chilling in the room with the Auditor after giving him the verbal lashing they did lmao. 

Meanwhile, the Employer is just beside himself, because he can't exactly weasel his way out of responsibility here or argue against what the Player said - because they're right. The Auditor took a major gamble by really just assuming they would be able to survive there off of some similar details in their surroundings, and if he were any less impulsive, he'd have done some further tests to see if such a thing was really feasible.

What makes it worse for him is that I'm also willing to bet that Stygian or one of the other Employers suggested doing just that, but he didn't listen to them because he never listens to them lmao. (Also I love that picture of the Auditor, it's one of my favorite things in the world now, no joke.) 

And it's not like they're going to comfort or support him once he steps out of the room either. In fact, they'll probably chastise him (Stygian totally would at least), and then insist that you were entirely right and they don't think you should apologize at all. 

Maybe they're doing it for extra brownie points, as the Auditor's clear fuckup in your eyes provides a very good opportunity to make themselves look good (even if it's extremely hypocritical lol). But then you reference their own work to help the Auditor's plan and throw it back in their faces because you just know he could never do this whole operation alone. (And you're still important to other people besides them regardless, like your beloved fans who're gonna have to deal with the fallout of their selfishness.)

However, fortunately for the other three, your scolding is far less harsh than it had been on the Auditor. That doesn't mean you won't still make a point of it when necessary though.

[marcusrobertobaq]

Rupert and Simon deviation dates theory

⚠️I ain't here to change canon, but like i did with Hank's timeline backstory i'd like to make some observations about these 2 dates in particular.

So, as people may know both Rupert and Simon, according to the game's date, are basically one of the oldest deviants we know of, being from the 2036 wave. We know it's a probable deviancy-related date cuz when androids deviate 'em tracker stops working, meaning no one is able to track 'em down using geolocation anymore.

But have in mind that by "reported" shouldn't really mean it's the exact time/date they deviated, it's the date they were reported missing by the owner - meaning they maybe deviated hrs or even days before.

So we have:

Rupert being gone by 11th October 2036

Simon being gone by 16th February 2036.

If you've been around DBH for quite some time, u must have noticed a couple of papers unused and used inside the game reference the year 2036 (and maybe 2035), such as these ones:

Even how we had a whole presidential elections during the game's events:

(be aware that dbh was always 20 yrs in the future since it's based on Kara's tech demo, so while 2056 would make more sense in how the tech is advanced it was never really 2056, just a concept)

That's cuz the game was originally set in 2036

And makes sense since the first glimpse of the game we see is in the E3 2016 (and DBH setting is always 20yrs in the future, it's the reason why Kara's model release date is in 2032, a reference to Kara 2012), with Connor's The Hostage trailer and the interview with David Cage. It's likely in that period (2016) no one knew if the game would be released in 2018 or not (meaning 2038 setting).

The thing is, when changing the game to 2038 (since the game released in 2018) some small objects still date 2036 cuz it's really not that relevant for the overall context of the story, and that's why I think some dates also remained unchanged when the game was changed to be set in 2038.

"But Marcus, wtf does it gotta do with Rupert and Simon deviation dates?"

Have u ever noticed we know absolutely nothing about 2036 deviants? Not a single mention? But we hear about 2037 ones:

But let's pretend this is set in 2036, it'd mean some cases happened in (probably late) 2035 - another year mentioned by the game in some objects and it makes sense since the game was also in dev during 2015.

Also noticed how Rupert only removes his LED 2 yrs later? U would think deviants eventually remove the LED not much time after deviation so they don't become targets.

"Ah, but maybe Rupert always used his cap to hide the LED"

And he curiously only had issue with people seeing his LED 2 yrs later, in the same day we're investigating?

And Simon? We know absolutely a bunch of nothings about him even tho he's supposed to be one of the oldest. But maybe he's indeed one of the oldest we actually meet:

-> Imagine instead of 2036, we have 2038 as both Rupert and Simon's "reported missing" dates

Now we have:

Rupert being gone by 11th October 2038

Simon being gone by 16th February 2038.

It makes the timeline shorter for Rupert, makes this "empty" timeline from 2 yrs to around a month instead - and would make sense an android would try hiding like this without removing the LED but eventually the plan going to shit. Same thing with Simon: it also makes this entire empty timeline shorter, but he'd still be one of the oldest of the Jericho crew we meet in November.

⚠️I'm disconsidering the possibility DBH's timeline was different in the "month" sense, such as not being November but early/later or in a span of different months maybe even going back to early 203X

Let's also remember about 2 important factors:

Daniel's deviation is supposed to be a big deal in the timeline. Ofc there are rumors that his case happened in September or October instead. Judging by the cut dialogues from Partners where people react to the events while watching TV, the Hostage situation and the Bar scene were supposed to be closer in timeline. No matter if Daniel's deviation was originally in October or September, there's still the possibility it was what showed deviancy cases were happening more frequently in this period, or maybe even what encouraged more androids to deviate somehow, it was live on TV.

Deviancy cases started becoming frequently reported in early 2038, and even more frequent with time (let's set a pointer here), spreading all across the country. Most cases we analyze as Connor are androids that deviated "recently", and it's mostly the months September and October (with androids such as North, for example).

"But if were the case we'd see at least Rupert's "reported missing" file since it's from October"

Yes, but since they didn't change the date, it's likely Rupert (and Simon) remained a 2036 thing, meaning we won't see as Connor here cuz the game only shows recent reports.

OR

Another thing that may be an issue is Rupert's his case was 50% cut. We were supposed to track him in a pet shop homicide, and that's how we'd somehow end up at this apartment, and explains why there's a lot of thirium in the apartment's sink - he was damaged. So since this was always one of the main cases we'd have in the story it'd explain why we don't see the report in the terminal.

"Ah, but Rupert and Simon are just reported missing, doesn't mean they considered it was deviancy case back in 2036"

If that were the case, we wouldn't have this specific dialogue:

It means that all reports related to androids weird things (no matter if suspected deviancy or not) date back 9 months, meaning first half of February. If the relevant sus cases were only the ones after Daniel, we wouldn't have reports from before August on Hank's desk. But wanna know what android deviated in February? Simon, IF his disappearance was reported in 2038 instead of 2036.

And let's be honest: for some reason all the "Reported missing" cases probably ends up in Hank's desk even tho they could be just stolen cases, but they found it suspicious enough to give it to Hank, considering what happened few months before. Ofc the ones after Daniel's case would make things more suspicious, but disapperance cases seem to be the most common type of android report and such cases were likely in Connor's "first dates back nine months". Daniel's case just made everything in general sus enough to end up in Hank's desk, even cases that were reported earlier that year or even 2037.

U would think a report from 2036 would be there too, and it'd maybe even give Connor a context that deviancy was already a thing more than 2 yrs before the investigation - and he'd ofc comment on that.

"But Marcus, Rose said she had a deviant with her in 2037 and we don't see any mention in the reports. It means Connor doesn't mention before-2038 cases, what could justify why we have no 2036 mentions, meaning Rupert and Simon could've indeed deviated in 2036"

Like i said in the beginning of the post: i ain't trynna change canon or even affirm it's a timeline error in a game with timeline inconsistencies. In the game Rupert and Simon deviated in 2036: fact, period. What i'm showing is a possibility that maybe it could've been 2038 instead cuz the game was originally set in 2036.

"But Marcus, what if they put 2036 for the 2038 version, meaning the 2036 version would be 2034?"

Then i really don't know, but there ain't no mentions to "2034 & androids deviating" at all in the game. I ain't saying it didn't happen, i'm saying that the dates being 2036 matches with the game's original 2036 year, and these ones seem unchanged, different from other date texts they probably changed to 2038 in late dev.

[yallemagne]

Finally posting my feelings on season 3 of X-Men: TAS. Ughhh.

Episode 1 & 2: Out of the Past

Looooove Gambit and Jubilee’s continued sibling relationship. 

Yuriko: “You killed my father!” Logan: “I didn’t!” Yuriko: “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Don’t got much else to say other than ugh this leads into the space shenanigans and I haaaaate that. 

Episode 3, 4, 5, 6, 7: The Phoenix Saga

This saga is a drag but that doesn’t mean I didn’t get emotional when Jean and Scott parted. Seriously, when they kissed?? And Jean’s hair lit up like it was aflame? Fucking sexy as hell can I be them? These two are romance incarnate. 

Episode 8: No Mutant is an Island

Scott is so fucking done and I love that for him. He deserves a chance to go apeshit. Says he’s sick of playing “den mother”??? Oh my god. Speaking truth to power. Especially since Logan’s absence clearly marks that he’s already gone off to sulk, Scott deserves some sulk time for himself. 

THE ORPHANAGE. RUSTY!!! RUSTY COLLINS!! My darling Russell. 

“He’s just not used to the loving discipline a boy his age needs.” Kill this pervert. “After only two days I already love you like a son.” SCOTT KILL THIS PERVERT!!

Killgrave’s using these fucking kids as a scapegoat and the crimes they’re blamed for in his stead are what keep them from getting the help they need. I fucking hate this cunt. 

THEY DUMPED SCOTT IN THE POOL??? DOG?? What are y’all gonna do when a man is found drowned in your pool? Say “whoops guess he couldn't swim”??

I don’t like this Sarah chick. I’m sorry but like Killgrave is the most suspect guy ever, and she endangered the lives and futures of those children because “no one else would take them”. All that bullshit about her seeing the mutant kids as family? Girl, you got rid of them. She’s just gonna sell them to the highest bidder again because that’s what she did last time. 

I don't like that the message is "acceptance and tolerance is earned not forced" no, tolerance is NOT earned. Under no circumstances should a child be forced to EARN the right to live. Killgrave is wrong because he's a human trafficker using children to commit crimes. And obv his plan to groom the kids to become politicians would have never worked because his actions have gotten the kids in trouble with the authorities before, meaning they are distrusted by society because of HIM.

Episode 9: Obsession

I’m just gonna take a wild guess and say the Ming Dynasty scroll was planted to lure Archangel in. 

Warren is a fucking prick. Worthington is a dumb cunt and I hate him. “Deep down, he is still Warren Worthington!” Well, Warren Worthington is a bit of an angsty prick, so that ain’t saying much Rogue. Rogue and her sympathy for bitter blue bastards is gonna be her downfall. 

“Xavier was right, it is sentient! We can speak to it!” Uhh… or the ship just has Siri, McCoy. 

“Ship, you are a work of art.” “Thank you, Henry McCoy. You have no idea what a pleasure it is to interface with someone who appreciates the subtleties of my programming.”  Okay damn. I stand corrected. And Hank is about to wine and dine a ship. Jioegpoi Hank getting shocked for attempting to hack the ship and the ship apologizing. Wolverine and Cyclops are just standing there like “why are we here playing voyeur to this weird shit?”

I knew it, the scroll was planted. I fucking called it.

They need to stop giving Hank compelling love interests and then getting rid of them by the end of the episode. 

THEY SHOT APOCALYPSE INTO SPACE LIKE KARS. 

Episode 10: Longshot

Logan teaching Jubilee to drive!!! And he’s wearing a fuckin’ cowboy hat and a bolo tie. Why is he dressed for the rodeo? And he’s just such a dad for the rest of the episode, he recognizes Jubilee’s crush on Longshot and IMMEDIATELY goes into Dad Mode. 

“Bad doggie! No biscuit. We got leash laws in this town, mutt.” I fucking Love Wolverine. 

“Allowing me to scan his mind must be Longshot’s decision.” We love a king who respects consent. 

I fucking love Domo’s nicknames for Mojo. 

Yeah, I think I love Longshot. And I think most of the reason is just that I’ve read Exiles but ya know. He really is a heartthrob. He’s cliché but it’s a fun cliché. 

Honourable mention: that ram guy who threw away his gun to pull out a knife. 

Jubilee outfit without the coat is cute. Lol but they kept accidentally animating her with the coat on. 

Episode 11: Cold Comfort

BOBBYYYYY. Gay boy what are you doing here? Lol Bobby was the golden child, that much is obvious. At the same time he’s like “I was never good enough for you!” Dude Xavier let you get away with everything and that bred resentment in your teammates. 

Scott’s been wearing a bomber jacket recently and it just makes me miss Morph more

“What’s with those two? I’ve never seen the Professor so angry.”Daddy issues. “It’s a surrogate father-son dynamic with unresolved issues of dominance.” Wow damn I was right. 

Bobby: *insults Scott* Logan: *unsheathes claws* “Only I can call Cyke a goody goody.”

Jubilee looking up the records <333

FORGE???

QUICKSILVEr????

…Havok? oh gee.

Love Logan calling out that the government is employing mutants to police mutants. Forge says they're helping but like... Jaguars. Faces.

WHAT THE FUCK POLARIS. Polaris you absolute piece. “You wouldn’t have supported my decision so we faked my disappearance.” Who does that? Imagine needing to have absolutely no pushback in your decision-making, so to avoid having an argument with your boyfriend you fake your own kidnapping and start dating someone else without ever breaking up with the first guy. I wouldn’t hold it against her if it were just a simple misunderstanding, like if she left a note but he thought she wrote it under duress, but she purposely led him to believe that she needed to be rescued. 

They need to stop introducing characters that could be permanent additions to the team and then squandering that.

Episode 12 & 13: Savage Land, Strange Heart

Who is this chicken lady? I can’t take her seriously, she looks like a chicken. 

Rogue and Storm are lowkey dating and I love it. 

NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO CLOSE THEIR EYES. Who knows? Maybe it isn’t as simple as closing your eyes or looking away… but then why have Sauron repeat the phrase “look into my eyes” if you don’t actually have to look for him to control you? It’s stupid. 

“Well, next time Storm is kidnapped, I’ll make sure they take her someplace nice.”

The Savage Lands are fucking boring oh my god. 

I’m guessing… Sinister was in the soil when they last left… they’re saying Garokk is in the soil… hmm?? I’m probably wrong tho… it actually is just Garokk, that’s boring.

WOLVERINE TACKLING AND PETTING ZABU!! Fucking adorable.

Episode 14, 15, 16, 17: The Dark Phoenix

This whole saga gave me the ick. It made me sick to watch. It’s is just a very disgusting storyline. First, Phoenix invalidates Jean’s free will, then the motherfuckin’ Rape Syndicate drops in and invalidates Phoenix’s free will. It’s just very gross and I felt like I was playing voyeur to some gross man’s fantasy. OH WAIT I literally fucking was because of that creep character I refuse to remember the name of.

“Ohoho! Looks like you’ve been having fun without me! Where’s the Cajun?” kinky

Who the fuck are these silk-stocking wearing hoes? “Tradition demands that this power be wielded by us” Ah, so they’re white supremacists. 

Every woman wants a piece of Scott. Callisto wanted a piece, Dazzler wanted a piece, The Phoenix is staying in Jean’s body because she wants a piece. “Dark pleasure of destruction” Fancy words for saying you want to peg that man. 

KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER. GET A JOB. STOP FUCKING TOUCHING HER YOU CREEP. I scream. They do not listen. But hahahaha Scott’s beautiful eyes broke her out of the creep’s rape fantasy. 

DAZZLER YOU PIECE. I know it’s hard to resist Scott’s charms but you do NOT spring a kiss on a man. Literally this whole thing is caused by people not respecting consent. The only reason Scott and Jean’s psychic rapport was broken was because Dazzler couldn’t fucking keep her hands to herself. And it's SOOO forced bc he could have just sent Gambit to play bodyguard.

These guys are fucking governing Genosha in ’97. Whose bright idea was it to put the Rape Syndicate in charge of a sovereign nation?

“I know what you’re thinking, bub. Question is: “Can I get Wolverine before he turns me into shish kabob with his claws?” Well bub, seeing as these claws are adamantium: the strongest metal known and can slice through vanadium steel like hot butter, you gotta ask yourself: “Do I feel lucky?””

“Lousy year.” *drops wine bottle on man’s dick*

I just love unhinged Wolverine quotes.

“I need no help from a woman to destroy the X-Men.” What a surprise. The head creep is a misogynist. Question: if Shaw can absorb any energy, can he absorb the energy of me ripping his spinal cord from his back? Asking for a friend.

Just when I think it’s over this damn saga still won’t end. Lilandra I thought I was done with you, woman. You come back into my life to fridge Jean Grey a second time, you piece. 

Scott/Jean has captured my mind and soul. They’re perfect. I love them so much. 

Episode 18: Orphan’s End

What an on-the-nose title for an episode where Cyclops learns his father is alive. Oh by the way that was mentioned before, his father is a space pirate. 

Cyclops mockingly calling Corsair “dad” fuels me. Let him tear his father a new one. 

Corsair says that if he’d known his children were alive nothing could have stopped him from coming back. Girly you never even looked, deadbeat. Just assumed your sons were dead for convenience, motherfucker. 

Episode 19: Love in Vain

We need a codeword for when Rogue gets dragged into some bullshit by toxic people from her past. Girl has had too much. Cody gave me bad vibes from the beginning. 

The fact that they defeat the Brood by talking to their sentient fish space ship? Two for two on sentient ships saving the day this season.  

Logan trying to comfort Rogue but her gravitating toward Gambit, the one whose affections she spurned going after the one that got away… I just got a lotta feelings, okay?

Season 1

Season 2

[alexsummerz]

Chapter 2 : Scars and Sparks

The car stopped in front of a grand, imposing mansion—it was Charles Xavier’s estate. Everyone seemed awestruck and mesmerized by the building standing before them.

Asha was the last to step out of the car, her eyes sweeping over the façade with feigned indifference. The air carried a strange sense of stability, of permanence.

Erik broke the silence, addressing Charles with irony. “I imagine your childhood must have been particularly difficult.”

A small chuckle rippled through the group, and even Asha found a faint smile forming on her lips.

“This is your home now,” the telepath declared with certainty. “You’re safe here.”

Safe… A word that had long since lost its meaning for the young woman. But it wasn’t as if she had anywhere else to go.

Everyone took a step into the grand mansion, quickly dispersing inside. Raven led Hank through the halls,she was familiar with the place from her childhood with Charles. She wasted no time giving the others a tour of their new home.

Asha, however, lingered for a moment, her gaze scanning her surroundings as if expecting an ambush. Old habits died hard.

“You planning to stand there all day?”

Alex’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. He stood a few steps away, arms crossed, that unreadable expression still fixed on his face.

Asha rolled her eyes and started walking, ignoring him.

“This way,” Charles said, gesturing toward a hallway leading to the dorms. “You can each choose a room and settle in. There should be enough for everyone.”

She walked a few steps behind the group, her fingers fidgeting within her gloves as she studied the doors lining the corridor. She didn’t want a room. She didn’t want to be here. But she had no choice. And she, too, felt the burning need for vengeance against Shaw for what he had done to Darwin.

Charles stopped in front of a door and turned to her. “You can take this one. It’s yours for as long as you want.”

As long as she wanted. As if she had a choice. But she nodded, a silent acknowledgment, and pushed the door open without a word.

The room was simple—a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a window overlooking the vast estate. It was… normal. A striking contrast to all the places she had slept before.

“Not bad, huh?”

The same voice again. He was leaning against her doorway, his usual nonchalant demeanor in place, as if ignoring him once hadn’t been enough.

She exhaled, glancing around the room. “I’ve had worse, that’s for sure.”

“Not exactly a compliment.”

She turned to him, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Why are you still here?”

He shrugged. “Waiting to see if you set the room on fire.”

“If you don’t leave soon, you’re the one I’m setting on fire.” She flashed him a mock smile before slamming the door in his face.

She let out a slow breath and finally sat on the bed, gazing out at the courtyard through the window as if it were something foreign. Her mind remained restless, haunted by what had happened the night before at the CIA facility.

What did the others think of her after that? What would become of her? Would she ever truly control her powers?

Home. Control. Safety.

She didn’t believe in those things.

But maybe… just maybe… her new companions would teach her otherwise.

—

Weeks passed, filled with intense training. Each of them worked to master their abilities as the final battle against Shaw loomed ever closer.

Asha was no exception.

She had learned to generate energy blasts with more precision, projecting concentrated beams that struck their targets with formidable force.

Yet, one thing remained unchanged—the constant danger of human contact.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” Asha said hesitantly.

“Don’t worry,” Erik replied, his voice calm and reassuring. “I’m just asking you to brush against me. The moment anything happens, we stop.”

She took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Each step was laced with hesitation, as if everything could explode at any moment because of her.

As she lightly touched Erik, she focused all her energy on not harming him. But within seconds, his skin reddened under the burn—it was almost instant.

She jerked her hand away suddenly, fear creeping in—fear of herself, fear of their reactions. Her heart pounded wildly.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry, I—”

Erik remained impassive, glancing at his hand before meeting her gaze. “It’s nothing. I volunteered.”

Asha nodded, but the guilt was already eating away at her.

Charles placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

She turned… and locked eyes with Alex, who had just witnessed the entire scene.

Before he could say anything, she brushed past him with a bitter tone. “Enjoy the show? Maybe the mansion will be next to burn.”

He said nothing.

—

That evening, Asha found herself stuck on dish duty—with Alex, of all people. Naturally, the two ended up bickering.

“I can’t believe I’m stuck doing this with you,” she muttered, scrubbing a plate a little too aggressively.

“I’m just as thrilled to be here,” Alex shot back sarcastically.

“Always me ending up in the most annoying situations…” she mumbled under her breath.

Alex suddenly stopped, exhaling sharply, clearly not in the mood for more arguments.

“Aren’t you tired of complaining all the time? Acting like you’re the only one here who’s had a shitty life?”

She opened her mouth to retort, but he didn’t give her the chance.

“You’re not the only one who feels cursed by your powers. Or who’s had a shitty life. But you act like you’re different from us, always keeping your distance—”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, poor you.”

He threw down his towel. “Go to hell.”

He stormed out of the kitchen, leaving her alone at the sink.

Jaw clenched in frustration—at him, at herself—she slammed her fist against the counter. A plate slid off and shattered into pieces.

A curse slipped from her lips as sharp pain shot through her palm. She looked down, quickly pulling off her glove, and saw blood welling up on her hand.

Rushed footsteps made her lift her head.

Alex was back in an instant. “What happened?”

His gaze flicked from her face to her bleeding hand, and without thinking, he grabbed it.

Asha’s heart jumped, panic surging—she was about to scream at him to back off before another disaster struck.

But nothing happened.

And he didn’t let go.

Alex, after a moment of realization, finally grasped what had just occurred.

Their eyes met—shocked, speechless.

[lunar-inkclipse]

Hey Lunar ✨ my mind is at its best when I’m procrastinating work, so now I have something to throw at you <3 Especially because you gave us that Scene Where Irratino Almost Gets Shot In The Head, and it being two days away from the android uprising. 

But y’know what would be a good time for a class act dramatic love confession? Because I’m thinking about that moment in CyberLife tower. I swear it makes for a killer setup (I also played that portion like two days ago lol, so naturally, it’s taking over my brain).

You might not need a refresher but still, based on the game, after Connor deviates, he comes up with the plan to break into CyberLife tower and recruit an army of androids for the uprising. But CyberLife, catching wind of Connor’s deviance, sends another Connor model (Connor-60) to try to stop our Connor from waking the androids. Connor-60 tricks Hank into going with him to CyberLife so he can use him as leverage against our Connor because if he chooses to wake the androids, Hank is doneso. Then an epic fight breaks out, and Hank ends up with the gun and has to figure out who the real Connor is. And, of course, as we know, Hank deduces who his partner is when Connor correctly (and empathetically) gives the name of his son and what happened to him.

Now, if you imagine this situation with Irratino, Logico, and another Logico model, things could get fun. Irratino is asking questions and looking for answers that only Logico would know to prove his identity, but uh oh, machine Logico uploaded deviant Logico’s memory. It’s getting tense; it’s getting scary. Irratino isn’t entirely convinced about who to shoot because goodness forbid he’s wrong. My guy does not have time for a marot reading, he’s going based on his gut. 

Both Logicos would know what happened to Irratino's parents, so instead, Logico decides to convince Irratino that he’s the real one with a good ole “I love you.” Then, cue exposition, Logico explains how Irratino makes him feel and the revelation after the Eden Club mission and imposter Logico doesn’t stand a single chance lol. 

Admittedly, things probably would have to change with this setup because the time between events is probably too short to find Jericho, and you’d assume the Logico would tell Irratino about a plan to infiltrate TekCo tower. So maybe, Logico doesn’t find Jericho, but both he and Irratino would know about the deviant movement since the Freedom March did happen earlier that day, November 9th. Maybe Irratino, through some esoteric means, pinpoints that the uprising will be on the 11th, and Logico comes up with the tower infiltration to get the numbers in their favor for that day.

Connor is able to walk back into CyberLife tower after his deviance because the guards there have no reason to mistrust him. He’s still CyberLife’s best prototype and they aren’t filled in on his deviancy.

Logico could stroll right in the same way, and Irratino could tag along, too. The guards wouldn’t know Irratino is meant to be dead because Logico’s orders were his only. So they trust Logico’s word. Then, they dupe the guards and take the elevator down to the basement, where the other Logico is waiting for them. He then pulls a gun on the only person there who can’t just come back to life. Irratino would get the worst flashbacks to two days ago because how is a gun being pointed at his head again?? And by an android who looks like Logico, no less. Then Logico over here could legit have the biggest crisis because that’s what he looked like holding a gun to Irratino’s head? Imposter Logico could also mock him by daring to “finish the mission because Logico wasn’t able to.” 

But yea, just a thought lol. If only I put this much effort into my essays tsk tsk tsk

Hey Jay!! Procrastination gang rise up, I'm lowkey also procrastinating on homework rn bahahaha (after nearly dying of too many assignments disease) hence why this reply took a while but here we go!!! now I can finally respond to your banger ideas!!!

Okay you're absolutely cooking so so hard with your ideas here (Also thank you for the refresher because I'm gonna be so real, I got up to about to play Crossroads and then got slammed with so many things I simply have not had the time to finish it's so bad lmfao)- The angst and feelings potential of a confession here is just insanely unmatched.

First off, Irratino would probably have a bad gut feeling about Logico 2 (electric boogalo) , but chances are Logico didn't say there were backups of him: He figured it would upset Irratino, and if Logico managed to not die, it would just never come up. So Irratino chalks it up to the stress of the past few days and doesn't realize there's another Logico running around until it's too late. And then bam- Logico 2.0 pulls out a gun and holds it to Irratino's head because shooting at real Logico would be illogical- They have the same software, the same skillset, it would be dodged. Irratino could be leverage.

Logico 2.0 is also only not shooting then and there because he needs real Logico cooperative- if real Logico turns himself in, the errors that lead to his deviancy can at least be studied before he's reset and/or scrapped for parts for an upgraded model. If he's destroyed, there's no data or anything TekCo can get. They have uploaded memories, but that's it, and that shows nothing of real Logico's code. Also, you're so so right about the flashbacks the both of them have with Logico 2.0 pointing a gun to Irratino's head- Irratino just had to deal with real Logico nearly shooting him (if he had a nickel) and now he's back with Logico pointing a gun at his head, only, he's not, to quote, "Hindered by the illusions of emotion like my predecessor. I will not fail my mission like it has." Logico is also dealing with the fact that he was in that position just days ago, the memories and fear and pain are still too fresh and this makes it so much worse.

But hey, real Logico does have the unpredictability of deviancy on his side! He takes his chances and attacks Logico 2.0 (Probably resulting in a shootout like in the canon games, with a few glancing blows but not enough to stop anyone) before they get into an all out scuffle. real Logico and Logico 2.0 are fighting, with identical faces and voices and clothes.

You know how in one of my headcanons posts I said that Logico taught Irratino some basic shooting? Well, they come into play here! Irratino gets a pistol that was lost in the scuffle and is looking between the two of them and trying to figure out who the real one is. But he can't use the marot to guide him, he can't look up at the stars or use one of his many methods, he has to decide with one thing he's not great at: Logic. So he asks the questions that he thinks only the real Logico would know- About his life, family, his moms, only problem is real Logico uploaded those memories so both of them have answers. Damn it. So, looks like Logico has to rely on irrational method and go for, well, feelings. Cue confession scene!

Logico absolutely just quietly confesses that he loves Irratino- He explains the realization at the Eden club, yes, but all the other little moments. The way Irratino looked at him with genuine care and fondness, memories of styling his hair one time, being treated as someone who's thoughts and opinions mattered even when he had none. He loves Irratino. And that is something only he can do, because only he can feel.

Irratino may not be as rough and tumble as Hank, but he can't let Logico 2.0 go around impersonating his beloved real Logico, so he probably just tosses the gun to the real Logico since he's a better shot and is a bit more capable of actually pulling the trigger. Irratino can't even look. But Logico just holds him close and promises he's the real one, it's alright, before slowly working on deviating all the TekCo androids. (Honestly, after the revolution, they probably want to just fuck right off to Canada and who can blame them?) Thank you so much for the ask!! it was so fun to cook up my ideas and everything and thank you for being patient!! Free time is on the horizon, it's so close

[sayafics]

Just For A Moment - Part 1

Jay Halstead x OC/reader

This is my first time trying to write something angsty, so please be kind! I've seen quite a few fics where the partner always gets seen when they see their SO cheating, and its always teary denials and breakups, I wanted to put a spin on it and go down the line of "she knows, but she doesn't tell anyone" and the OC kind of just thinks of them as broken up and strangers without telling their SO that.

My plan with this storyline is that everyone kind of sides with Jay because no one really knows why she's being so cold with him, and it just carries on building until it reaches the breaking point. The question is, who'll break first?

Please let me know if you enjoyed this!

TW: cheating, (slightly?) angsty

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Masterlist

Voight had extended an offer for Aurora Gallo to join his Intelligence department a few days after Erin had left, Erin's departure left a gaping hole in the team and Voight was hopeful that Aurora would be the one to mend it.

Aurora was the daughter of an old friend of Hank's. She'd spent a few short years working her way through different organisations such as the CIA and FBI as an undercover operative.

But she needed a break. She was slowly losing herself in the multiple lives she had lived, and she needed a change.

Aurora hadn't expected the offer from Voight, but she was grateful all the same.

She moved to Chicago shortly after his offer, joining the Intelligence office and being partnered with him.

Jay Halstead.

Jay was an enigma - one she couldn't get enough of.

She had heard the rumours, of course. Of how Jay had been in love with Erin before she left.

And she had been the one to replace Erin, in both the team, and now in Jay's life.

It was hard not to draw comparisons. The whispers of the department always found their way to her, and, sometimes, when she looked into Jay's eyes, she always thought she could see him longing for more.

But she told herself not to worry, that Jay cared for her, that Jay chose her.

Not Erin, and definitely not anyone else.

That's what she continued to tell herself. Even after Hailey joined the team, even after Hailey found ways to get close to Jay when she wasn't his partner.

Soon, the small habits that Jay carried out for Aurora, he would carry out for Hailey too.

Checking up on her after a tough case, bringing her coffee in the mornings, dropping her off home after a late day at work, and picking her up bright and early in the morning. All of it, once done just for Aurora, were now moments and memories she shared with Hailey.

And just like that, those actions lost their meaning. But Aurora learnt to hide her hurt, instead choosing to ignore her heart and listen to Jay.

They were just friends.

That was what Jay had said the first time she expressed her concerns over their relationship, and she believed it. That everything Jay did for Hailey was out of the goodness of his heart because he was just so good.

So, on the night of their six month anniversary, when Aurora had dolled herself up and grabbed the cake, she had spent the whole day baking, on her way out of her apartment, she had left with a heart full of love and excitement.

The team had the day off today, and she had spent most of her morning at Jay's house before drumming up an excuse to go back to her apartment so she could finish her preparations.

Aurora held no sadness in her heart at the idea Jay might have forgotten their six month anniversary, after all such a thing wasn't significant to everyone.

But it was special to her, and she wanted to celebrate it with Jay - surprise him even.

Before leaving his place, she had asked Jay if he had plans, and he denied saying his only plan was to drink beer and watch the game. The revelation had calmed her nerves as she promised to text him later if she was free, knowing that she wouldn't because she wanted to surprise him instead.

And that was why she now stood in front of Jay's apartment, a small box with the cake she had baked and decorated that afternoon laid by her feet as she rummaged for the spare key Jay had given her for emergencies.

This seemed like the biggest emergency of all. If she stayed outside any longer, the frosting on her cake would melt off. And no one likes melted frosting.

As she quietly opened the door, she prayed silently that Jay had fallen asleep on the couch as she bent over to pick up her cake before walking through the door. As she closed the door behind her, her heart had calmed at the silence that rang through the apartment, hopeful that Jay truly had fallen asleep so she could set up the kitchen table before waking him.

She had taken two steps towards the kitchen before her eyes landed on the couch, and through the dim lights of a table lamp, she could make out that it was empty. She frowned slightly, hoping Jay wasn't asleep in bed - he rarely slept well, and the idea of waking him from a deep sleep rather than a nap would have just made her feel guilty.

If he had, she would just have to surprise him in the morning, and the thought brought a timid smile onto her face.

She continued her walk towards the kitchen, her steps quiet but hurried as the skirt of her deep blue dress billows around her thighs. She sets the cake on the kitchen counter, hands ready to lift up the lid to see the damage her journey here had done to the cake before she heard it.

Aurora felt her heart sink, pressure building in her sternum as the sound she heard repeated over and over again, not only in her head but in the apartment.

It sounded like... a woman?

She felt her breath stutter, the quiet moans she heard building in volume as she slipped her heels off and treaded cautiously towards the room she knew to be Jay's. After all, she and Jay had been in there many times.

As she got closer towards the room, her hands trembled as she stumbled, her feet catching on clothes thrown astray. The sight caused her to hesitate, frozen in a stupor as she looked at the articles of clothing which littered the floor.

Shoes, trousers, shirts. Women's clothes.

Aurora screwed up her eyes harshly, her breaths coming out in ragged pants as she tried to control herself, trying to convince herself that she was wrong. That Jay couldn't do anything wrong. He cares about her. He loves her. He said so himself. Her Jay wouldn't do something like this.

She opened her eyes, determination painted her gaze as she continued her path to Jay's room. His door was cracked open, and she held her breath as she peaked through.

Aurora's heart fell to the ground - shattered and broken. She had hoped, and she had prayed that the grunts and pleas - sounds she was so familiar with - were just a trick her paranoia was playing on her.

But looking into Jay's room, there was no denying it.

There sat her boyfriend, on the bed they had made love in, fucking another woman. Jay was leaning against the headboard, his head thrown back in pleasure as his hand gripped the waist of the blonde woman perched on his lap, his knuckles blanched as he ground her hips against his, the motion causing a moan of pleasure to wrench itself from her throat, his name on her lips as she spoke - "fuck, Jay, I'm so close."

The blood had drained from Aurora's face, she knows that voice.

"I know, baby. I'm close, too. God, Hail you feel so good."

Baby?

Tears began to well in Aurora's eyes. Jay calls her baby, and now he's called her too?

This wasn't some one night stand or some mistake. No, Jay cares about Hailey, so much so that he is willing to betray Aurora to have her.

Aurora's throat ached as she held back her sobs, her heart burning in agony as she stepped back quietly from the door. She made her way back to her things and hastily grabbed her box of cake and shoes as she scrambled away from Jay's apartment, running away from the her own nightmare.

She made it to her car, hands shaking as she shut herself in and sobs poured out from her.

Aurora had no one to go to. She didn't know the team as well as Jay, and she hadn't been around Chicago enough to make close friends. Her previous career and her lifestyle made it hard to make friends, much less keep them.

And now, when she needed someone the most, she had no one.

And she had lost the one person she thought she could always go to.

Aurora's eyes were filled with tears, and her heart filled with pain as she drove home. Her hands were shaky on the steering wheel, and she relied on muscle memory to bring her back to the place she felt the most safe in.

The place she had allowed Jay in, the place she was the most vulnerable in. And he ruined it. He ruined her.

Without warning, anger began to bubble in her chest. Anger towards herself for being so naive to believe Jay when he said they were just friends, anger towards Jay for lying to her, for betraying her, anger towards Hailey for being a friend to her only to betray her too.

The anger that built up in her on the drive home festered throughout the night. As Aurora lay in bed, struggling to quieten her mind enough to get some sleep, her eyes burning from all the tears she shed and her throat raw from her screams and cries, she felt her anger morph into dread.

Tomorrow, she would see the man that betrayed her, and the woman she called a friend.

On her nightstand, her phone continued to light up the ceiling as notifications popped up. But Halstead's texts went unanswered.

***

The next morning, Aurora had awoken from a restless sleep, and she instinctively reached for her phone, a ghost of a smile on her face as she looked for the sweet 'good morning' messages her Jay would send her every morning.

Hey baby, you okay? You didn't come back over yesterday.

Aurora felt her smile falter - the most recent text Halstead sent caused the memories of last night to flash past her eyes. The remembrance of his lies and his betrayal once more brings tears to her eyes as they fall, leaving hot trails in their tracks.

Her eyes then fall to a text from Voight - Case. Meet at 9.

It was currently 7:30am, which gave her plenty of time to pull herself together and push away the dread of having to see the two people she trusted most after their betrayal.

She pushed herself out of bed, shuffling towards the bathroom - dear God, she looked a mess. The makeup from last night still painted her face, but her mascara and eyeliner were now smudged and drawn down her cheeks in smeared streaks, and through the smudged-off makeup, the faint lines of the scars she hid could be seen.

And her eyes, they looked sad.

And that realisation made fury bite at her, she looked so pathetic.

God, it was her fault. To let him in so easily, after all she had been through and all she had learnt about men. She had still gone and trusted one with her heart.

Aurora had come across all kinds of men and stood against them undefeated - those who beat their wives and children, those who hurt and raped the innocent, those who killed without fear of consequences and those who tortured with hearts full of glee.

And yet, it was Jay Halstead who broke her. All because she let him in, let him get too close.

Determination set in her gaze once more. She wouldn't let Halstead be the end of her. No, she was stronger than that, better than that.

With that thought in mind, Aurora got ready to face the man she once called her boyfriend and the love of her life.

***

When Aurora stepped into the district, it was obvious to Sargent Platt that something was different.

She looked the same - her hair pinned up in the same sleek ponytail, dressed in the same long sleeve jumper and cargos. But her face was void of emotions, and her eyes looked like they were drowning in them.

Sargent Platt liked Aurora. She was a good kid, and despite all the years she spent around violence and horror in her years undercover, she had managed to keep a pure heart and a joyful soul.

It seemed now that both of those things had been drained out of her.

"Hey, kid. Come here a sec."

"Sorry, Sargent, got a case," Aurora nodded stiffly in Trudy's direction before walking up the steps to the intelligence office.

Sargent?

Aurora has called her boss, even Platt. When she tried to push her friendship with her, Aurora would even call her Trudy, sometimes, in a teasing manner. But she had never been so formal, so devoid of emotion.

Trudy felt worried for the girl, her mind running countless scenarios as she wondered what had made her lose her light in such a short amount of time.

***

When Aurora had made her way up the stairs, the office was already buzzing, her team talking and walking around in circles as they discussed the case on hand - a twelve year old boy had been kidnapped, this was the third case over the last ten days and the other victims had been found dead. Homicide had turned up empty in their investigation, and given how close the last case was to their district, Voight offered to take it off their hands, to which they gladly agreed.

She looked over her colleagues, scanning the room for the one person she was unsure of if she would want to see. But it seems his eyes found her first.

"Babe, there you are," Jay's voice sounded exasperated as he leapt up from his seat at his desk, and just like always, Hailey was hovering over his shoulder.

Usually, the action would cause her to feel slightly annoyed, the feeling being quelled when Jay would hold her hand or kiss her cheek or just say her name.

Now, the sight brought a burst of emotions, all of which she fought down and locked away to face at another time when she was alone and it was safe to be vulnerable.

Halstead made his way to her, his hands cupping her cheeks as he looked at her in concern, "baby, you didn't answer my texts, I was so worried."

Aurora shrugged lightly, her face still blank as she found she had no energy to even fake a smile to him, "I was tired."

No apology, no placation. Because he didn't deserve that.

It seemed that Jay had noticed her lack of reason and apology, too, the concern in his eyes growing as Aurora pushed his hands down gently - "we have a case to work."

She pushed past him and walked to her desk, ignoring the 'hey, Aurora' Hailey had thrown her way, grateful when Voight had chosen that exact moment to step out of his office and brief them.

Unbeknownst to her, Jay continued to eye her in worry. He had already been struggling to fight off the guilt he felt when he stepped out on Aurora and slept with Hailey, but to see her so drawn away and isolated only made that grow. Paranoia ate at his heart, but he knew there could be no way she caught them.

Voight had given them the basics of Aurora's past career as an undercover agent, and Jay knew that if she had caught him and Hailey, they would be working on their murder case right now instead.

What do we think? Do we want a part 2?👀

[average-mako-enjoyer]

The thing that interests me the most tho, is what the fuck did hank plan to do with him during partners? Like, some android, that he doesn't know, shows up at a no-androids-allowed establishment, talks about a murder, buys him a drink or spills one, doesn't matter, and he's like "sure, get in the car". Said android lets him drive while hes intoxicated, so like, clearly not a police unit, and once they get to the crime scene hank tells him to wait in the car. For WHAT? What was the plan there? And the next day at the police station he throws a hissy fit that he has to work with an android, but… ?? If he didn't think they'd work together WHAT did he think they'd do? Where did he plan to take him?

This scene is so, so frustrating to me, dear anon, and not even for any of the reasons you mention here.

It happens so early in the game, and it kind of shows how bad of a writer David Cage is, and gives a little insight into his writing process. So he has this idea: robot walks into the bar and meets a grumpy cop who doesn't like him very much, then they drive to a crime scene together, and robot introduces his grumpy human partner to his unorthodox methods of investigation, end of scene.

And you know what, as an idea, as a bare bones of the plot, it's great. Even some of the little details in Partners are great.

Hank drinking in the anti-android establishment. Connor's scans showing several criminals as patrons of said establishment. This being the fifth bar Connor has checked. Connor either paying for Hank's drink (he was given money and freedom to pay this guy, like a human! ) or acting like a complete asshole (androids can't be assholes to humans, they're tools, they exist to be useful, not to show character!). Connor disobeying Hank's direct order (again, unheard of) and Hank going along with it (why??). Hank clearly being fascinated (and disgusted) by Connor's abilities. All of this is so good. Even the fact that Hank is driving the car in that first scene, but then allows Connor to drive him to Eden, is very telling and shows the progress of their relationship. That's the great stuff.

Partners is extremely effective at showing both Hank and Connor's characters and establishing the dynamic between them, but oh boy, does it fall so flat when it comes to worldbuilding.

There's so much stuff thrown in that could have explained everything, but like RA9, like so much of this game, it just goes nowhere.

When Connor talks about "procedure", what does he mean?

"In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators."

Please correct me if I'm wrong, but I think the word "procedure" implies that Connor was given the assignment according to some pre-established protocol. One that Hank, as a police officer, would have to know about. It would've explained why Hank just goes along with whatever Connor says or does.

I mean, Daniel's case must have been incredibly high profile. A domestic android kills an owner, kills and wounds several cops, and all of this happens not in some dingy apartment in the suburbs (like Ortiz's case), but downtown. Emma's family is clearly incredibly rich, there must be a lot of publicity surrounding this case, and yet it's almost as if it never happened, as if Connor's involvement in it was minimal, as if it was the only deviant case Connor was involved in before being sent to Hank. And why is that? Because of Carlos Ortiz?

Why is the number of missing androids and android cases news to Connor? Why was Connor sent to investigate deviants only a few months after Daniel's case? What's the procedure?

What's the procedure???

All of this could be easily fixed and explained (see the pattern? see why David Cage is a shitty writer?) by adding a few details. What if Daniel's case wasn't Connor's first or second? What if after Daniel's case, Connor worked with several departments, looking for clues? What if the cops are talking about this deviant hunter machine that's pissing everyone off, and that's why Hank knows about him? What if that's why he goes along with Connor's antics, both annoyed and fascinated by him?

What if Hank tells him to stay in the car because that's how he envisions his work with this thing going?