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Iâm not even that emotional about this like yeah. Knew this would have to happen this season. Thought weâd get a few more episodes w him/at least seal the deal w matsson but it makes sense to shake things up instead. But personally Iâm celebrating his death!!! Not only is it hilarious but w the way things were going they could have gotten boring or repetitive pretty fast and this gives us a lot of fodder for absolute chaos and destruction moving forward⊠like, at least as a roman fan, even though I knew that where we left off w him in episode two made sense character wise, I was like, alright, so roman canât stay away from logan, weâve heard this song before. Are you changing the melody this time or something? So where we are now is fun. Wonât miss that cunt
#op#the âwhoâs side are you onâ thing too like now thatâs gone#of course what got me was rome freaking out on the floor HAHA like for a moment I was like oh this will be tough but itâs kind of par for#the course#the way he reached for the đ closest đ mother figure đ lol I wonder how things will go when they actually contact their mom about this#but#like ohhh this was the toughest succession episode ever oh this was so brutal⊠idk thereâs been worse for me!#the way they handled it was all very well done dgmw#like thatâs a great episode of television/display of death and how it hits us and how they all cope w this#and some great connor moments#succession spoilers
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"hank.. what am i feeling right now?"
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ connor anderson (4k800) x officer!reader
sypnosis ; connor is very interested in an officer who just joined the police force. after being told the news that they would be joining the team, connor just had to make an acquaintance with them. anything to hear their voice.
containing ; use of you/yours and they/them pronouns! connor struggling to process emotions. hank being a proud father.
authorâs note ; hihi! havent written for connor in SO long so i thought this was a cute little way of them meeting each other. connor is a
04.12.24 | 1.9k words
-ËËâââââ
Everyone knew about the infamous RK800.
The last most developed and intelligent android produced by Cyberlife.
A machine built to hunt its prey and to always accomplish his mission.
But now?
A confused man sitting at his desk, elbows on the surface as he ran the fourth diagnostic this morning.
Connor was never really taught how to feel his emotions, considering that he was forced to compress them from the moment he was made. If he were to feel any sort of emotion, it was either to the scrap factory for him or a hard lecture from Amanda.
But Amanda was gone, and androids were free to express any emotion they pleased.
Itâs been weeks since Markus hit the headlines for his famous android revolution. He worked with the government extensively to pass bills in order to settle android rights for the country. Connor, on the other hand, continued to work with the DPD as a full-on detective under the supervision of Liutenant Hank Anderson. Hank was more than just a coworker, but a father figure to Connor. And that brought Connor joy, an emotion Connor was well aquainted of.
But not the feeling he was experiencing now.
Connor couldnât get his mind off a certain someone who had joined the team a bit before the revolution. You had joined a week prior, and honestly, you were kind of regretting it. As android and human tensions rose, you were on duty 24/7. Originally, you were supposed to start easy with basic patrol around a part of a city, but because you were so impatient in doing the âbig kid stuffâ you found yourself frequently in the middle of the android and human discourse. Your shifts nearly lasted twelve hours, and you would be absolutely exhausted.
Things are different now. Sure, there were still some situations between the two sides, but it was definitely peace compared to literal boycotts. You sat at your desk idly scrolling through your past cases, making sure that all the information was correct and accurate. On the other side of your desk was a tablet full of notes you had taken after some cases you had to deal with. What you didnât notice was the android detective constantly glancing at you, watching your every move to see if maybe, at some point, you would notice him.
A loud groan echoing from the desk in front of Connor made him jump, immediately turning his attention to his lieutenant taking a seat in his chair. âFucking hell..â Hank sighed. âFowler does nothing but my bust my balls these days, huh?â Connor stared at his partner with his hands folded in his lap and eyebrows furrowed.
âIs everything okay, Lieutenant?â Connor asked, tilting his head.
âItâs nothing too serious. Fowler just wants me to take the rookie on our next homicide case. He insisted that they would be a perfect addition to the team or whatever.â Hank groaned. âNow Iâm responsible for two of you fucks.â
Connor, admittedly, felt his thirium pump racing. You? As part of the team? It was almost like he could overheat and shutdown momentarily right now. âI think they would be a great addition to the team.â Connor stated, biting back from smiling. âThey have an excellent track record of solving cases in an orderly and timely manner, has caught every perpretrator with their undercover skills, and had a reputation back in their training classes as one of the top students.â He explained. Hank looked over as he was slouched in his seat with arms folded across his chest.
âJesus, Connor, you sound like some creep searching up their name on Google.â Hank scoffed, half smiling. Though this caught Connor a little offâ was he being creepy? He didnât want to leave a bad impression on you, especially now that you're about to meet for the first time. His face scrunched up in anxiety, feeling as if he made a mistake. Hank immediately took notice and sat up. âAhâ I was just joking, Connor. Iâm sure you have uh.. Good intentions.â Hank reassured, though he never said he was exactly good at it.
Hank looked over to you, seeing that you were preoccupied with work despite the fact you havenât been on a case in a few days now. Hank looked at Connor. âWell.. Why donât you introduce yourself to them.â Hank suggested, nodding his head over to you.
Connor immediately jolted his head up, a little wide-eyed to even suggest such. âO-Of course.â Connor stuttered out. Connor never stuttered, and though Hank was in a mood after his exchange with Fowler, he certainly didnât leave that unnoticed.
âDid you just stutter?â Hank asked, a little amused. âAre you.. Nervous?â
âOf course not, Lieutenant,â Connor replied as steadily as possible. âI am an android.â
âConnor.â
âYes?â Connor replied, mindlessly.
âYouâre a deviant, for fucks sake.â
âOh.â
Connor, to avoid anymore embarassment from the man he deemed his father figure, swiftly got up and started to approach you. Hank watched in pure amusement, not even wanting to stop the boy from probably embarassing himself even further, but at least Hank had some faith in him. He is Detroitâs best god damn detective.
âHello, Officer (l/n). My name is Connor. It is nice to meet you.â Connor said, putting his hand out for a shake. You looked up from your computer screen only to be met with the most chocolate eyes youâve ever had the privilege of being in the prescence of. He smiled politely, but behind that smile he thanked Elijah that androids could not sweat, otherwise you wouldâve felt the claminess of his palm.
You took his hand and shook it firmly. âA pleasure to make your aquaintance. My name is (y/n).â You smiled generously, and wow, did Connor felt like his pump couldnât get any faster.. He cleared his throat before darting his eyes to the unoccupied chair that sat next to your desk.
âMay I?â Connor asked, gesturing towards the seat.
âOf course, Iâm not doing much anyway.â You nodded. Connor took a seat, and for some reason, he struggled to even maintain his balance as he sat himself down. He nearly had to think about how to fold his hands before placing them firmly on his laps and looking at you. Thankfully, you barely realized any sort of struggle as you looked away to take a swig of your morning coffee.
âSo..â you said, clasping your hands. âAm I in trouble or anything?â you joked. Connor immediately shot his head up, worried he had made the wrong impression.
âOh, noâ Iââ Before Connor could sputter out an explanation, you tilted your head a little and started laughing.
âRelax! I was just kidding!â You playfully waved off. Connorâs shoulders immediately relaxed as a breath he didnât even know he was holding back escaped his lips. You looked at him curiously, a smile still resting on your face.
âIâm sorry. Usually, I am not like this.â He said, shaking his head a little in embarassment. He was always on his A game and constantly prepared. Why were you the reason for this disruption. âI.. Uh..â He couldnât think of anymore to say. Suddenly, he got a message through his LED.
NEW MESSAGE:
HANK: tell them u think theyre pretty.
Connor blinked a bit, registering the text message. Hank was at a perfect view watching this unfold. The back of your head was visible but he could see all of Connorâs reactions, who desperately tried to maintain a polite smile.
âI think youâre very pretty, (y/n).â Connor complimented.
âOhâ ahââ A subtle blush began to form on your cheeks as your eyes widen a little, not expecting a compliment from a handsome android such as Connor. âWhy thank you, Connor. I wasnât expecting that as our first conversation.â You chuckled a little. âYouâre not too bad yourself.â
Thirium was rushing through his circuits and to his cheeks. The faintest color of blue appeared dusted on his face. âThank you.â He maintained a calm, neutral voice. They stared at each other for a minute, sort of registering the sort of corny first conversation the two of you had.
âAh.. I almost forgot to mention.â Connor snapped back to reality. âI came here to introduce myself sfter I heard that you were joining our team on our next investigation. Itâs good to make an aquaintance with our future team member.â Connor smiled politely.
âWhy thank you. I am very excited to work with you and Lieutenant Anderson.â You nodded. âThough I will miss working with Gavin and Chrisâ team.â
Ah, thatâs right. You used to work with Gavin. It almost left a bad taste in Connorâs mouth knowing that Gavin probably spat some awful opinions about him to you. Though from the looks of it, you were enjoying your conversation with him which eased him.
âI promise we will a provide a welcoming and safe space in our team, and of course, to make sure you donât come into harms way.â Connor assured. Though he was mainly promising this to you personally. God forbids Connor seeing you get hurt.
âWhy thank you, Connor.â You said, tilting your head. Connor was rather intriguing to youâ an android acting this way around you. His LED constantly switched between yellow and blue as if he was making sure to process every word you uttered. Yet he was so humanâ he would scratch the back of his neck, fidget with his fingers, and shuffle a bit in his seat. You would think someone as advanced as him would at least be able to have a composure, but he was different. It was something you admired about him.
â(l/n), in my office!â Captain Fowler called from the balcony of his room. You looked over to Connor before sighing.
âWell, boss is calling me. Iâll talk to you afterwards?â You suggested as you stood from your seat.
âOf course.â Connor replied, shielding his excitement. He stood up from his chair as well. âIâd be happy to talk again, (y/n).â
âLikewise.â You winked. With that, you left your desk and headed straight to Fowlerâs office. Connor stood shellshocked. Did you just.. Wink at him?! Connorâs eyes slowly drifted to Hank, who was chuckling heartily. He gave Connor an assuring thumbs up as Connor made his way back to their desks.
âYouâd be a shit detective if this is how you acted all the time.â Hank snickered. Connor grinned a little before taking a seat back at his desk.
âI know.â Connor sighed, leaning a little back in his chair. He at you through the glass walls, noticing your upright posture and the way you listened intently to Captain Fowlerâs words. He looked over to Hank before thinning his lips.
âLieutenant?â Connor asked.
âWhat is it, son?â
âWhat am I.. Feeling right now?â Connor asked, a little lost on how to explain it. âI can only think about themâ only envision them when I close my eyes. I get nervous and its like my programming has reduced to 0s and 1s.â He sighed, hell, even a little frustrated that you had this affect on him.
Hank with a wide smile, shook his head and looked at Connor with a knowing stare. Connor looked up, both lost while desperate for an answer and maybe even a cure. Hank sat up and made sure to look at Connor right in the yes.
âConnor,â Hank sighed, grinning. âSon, that feeling your experiencing is called love. And your plastic ass better get used to it.â
-ËËâââââ
thank you so much for reading towards the end ! im sorry if its a little messy-- i quickly had to post this before hanging out w some friends but i just wanted to get this out of the way rq! reblogs, replies, and even likes are so so appreciated <3
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my peaceful nights belong to you
in which: a son of poseidon has himself convinced a daughter of athena doesnât want to listen to him complain.
pairing: percy jackson x daughter of athena!reader
warnings: angst, my poor percy has been through TOO MUCH
tropes: hurt/comfort, best friends to lovers
word count: 2.1k
a/n: friendly reminder that request r open (esp for headcanons) and bc I have a four hour layover tmrw I will be absolutely active on here. plz enjoy. also, this is inspired by a tiktok I saw that said Percy's trauma is so overlooked. so here's me not overlooking it.
All eyes were on the great Percy Jackson.
Yours were, too, donât be fooled. You had always found him impossible to look away from. But it wasnât admiration you were studying him with as tales of his quests were told and retold and embellished around the bonfire. Quests you had been on, each and every time.
No, you were watching him with concern.
Because the son of the sea was drowning in all the attention.
It was almost painful for you to watch, but you couldn't look away.
A beautiful train wreck, you supposed, studying Percy's uncomfortable but obliging conversation with one of the newer sons of Ares who hadn't been around for Kronos or Gaea and simply thought fighting in those wars had been fun.
But people had died. Your people, your friends. It was war, and it was painful, and even though you were the daughter of the war goddess, you hated it with every inch of your being.
No amount of planning on your behalf could have saved Beckendorf. There was no stopping Leo from sacrificing himself.
"That's called being a demigod," Percy had told you one day, offhanded, sometime between nearly dying in a volcanic explosion and being stolen from her by Hera.
"That doesn't mean we have to stand idly by and accept it," You had countered, frowning, and Percy must have realized he'd said something that had upset you, because he had pulled you into a hug and muttered an apology you still hadn't worked out was necessary or not.
But what you did know was that he was your best friend, that you had been in love with him since you were both fourteen, and he absolutely did not want to talk about all his past glories like a good little Greek hero.
Seated on a front-row bench with Grover on on side and an assortment of other campers you knew he wasn't close with surrounding him, you knew you had to run a rescue mission.
Especially since Grover was too distracted by eating his marshmallow roasting stick to realize how tense Percy was as the Ares kid went on and on.
"Perce, there you are." You wedged yourself into the not-entirely open spot next to your best friend, smile on your lips and a sly look in your eyes. Percy's own widened in sight relief, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders in a casual movement that was entirely too familiar. "Thought you ran off on me."
"Never," He sighed, some of his tension already dissipating. You grinned a little unevenly at him, not wanting to give the others watching any clues that the great Percy Jackson wasn't completely and utterly alright.
"Good," You bumped him with your shoulder, and he squeezed his arm around you for just a brief moment, tugging you close to his side. You had to turn and face the young Ares boy to keep yourself focused. "How are your archery lessons coming?"
The new camper looked slightly put out about the change in conversation, but you pinned your stare on him and didn't back down. For a moment, you thought he would continue to pester Percy with questions about fighting in two wars, even with you sending up very clear signals that neither of you were interested.
But the boy made the right choice, launching into a rant about how long range combat was not his strength.
Halfway through the story about almost shooting Connor Stoll's foot, you felt Percy lean towards you, his breath warm against the shell of your ear as he dropped his voice to a whisper, meant only for you.
"Thank you,"
Since you had taken half a seat, your body was pressed firmly against his from your ankles to your shoulders. His touch warmed your skin like a sunny day on the beach, and you weren't sure if it was a son of Poseidon thing or a Percy Jackson thing.
So instead of answering him, you set one of your hands on his leg, just above his knee, and squeezed.
The moon was shining over camp when you gave up on finding sleep and decided to sneak out.
Youâd been around long enough to know just how to sweet talk Mr. D into letting you be out past curfew, and Chiron had a soft spot for you, since you helped save the world. Twice. It was the harpies catching you that you were afraid of.
Travis Stoll had almost learned the hard way that Mr. D was not kidding about them eating campers.
But children of Athena had passed on the secret to sneaking out through generations, and you were exploiting that very information for a midnight trip to the lake to stargaze there when you spotted movement on the roof of Cabin Three.
Really, you weren't in control of your own actions as you turned swiftly to change course. Maybe it was Tyche with her luck or Aphrodite with her meddling in the affairs of the heart that had you scaling the side of Poseidon's cabin, a path you had taken more than once.
Or maybe, for once, you couldn't blame the gods. Maybe you were the only one making the choices that had you settling on your back beside Percy on the slanted cabin roof.
He hadn't seemed all too surprised to see you, but all he offered in way of greeting was a nod before he returned to studying the sky above.
You only let the silence last for three minutes, a gnawing feeling in the pits of your stomach unable to let it be.
"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked, voiced simultaneously quiet and startlingly loud in the otherwise silent night. With your head turned to watch his side profile, you watched him tumble from his thoughts and back onto that rooftop, with you.
"What?" He was playing coy, you knew him well enough. What you didn't understand was why he was holding back with you, of all people. You, who had been there with him from the night Grover dragged him over Half-Blood Hill. Who had followed him and Grover and Annabeth across the country to save his mom, who fought Luke and Kronos with him, and mourned the loss of so many friends.
You, who hadn't slept for six months when he disappeared, only to find him in New Rome with the claim that he had forgotten everyone and everything but you.
His tether to his life. His best friend. His something more.
"About whatever is bothering you so much tonight." You shot him a flat look, but his was still doing a good job at avoiding your eye. Frowning, you nudged him with your elbow. "I saw you at the bonfire, Perce. Something is eating at you."
For a moment, it was silent. And then Percy drew in a deep breath, like he was readying himself for something, but he still hadn't looked at you.
"I guess Iâve just been thinking about just⊠everything." He sighed, but you could hear the apprehension and exhaustion in his voice. He was still keeping things back, but you couldn't understand why. And that killed you, as a child of Athena. "I've been fighting since Iâweâwere twelve. It's too..."
"Too what?" You prompted when he trailed off, his voice dying in the warm night air. Your hand brushed against his on the rooftop between your bodies, and you considered the risks of just grabbing his hand and squeezing to offer comfort while he sorted through his thoughts.
"Forget it." He shook his head, and your heart sunk. "You donât want to hear me complain."
You frowned, twisting to face the sky and wracking your Athena blessed mind for some way to prove to him that you did, in fact, want to hear it. You wanted to hear anything, ever, that he had to say.
But when words failed you, actions didnât, and you finally stopped pretending to accidentally brush your pinky against his and just wrapped your hand around his.
You both stayed like that for a while, quiet and thinking, until you turned your head to face him, unsurprised to find a stormy look on his face while he still studied the stars. Maybe he was thinking of Zoë, of all the others the two of you had lost over the years.
But you were thinking about him, only.
"Iâve been fighting with you since you came to camp," Your words were quiet, little more than a summerâs breeze brushing across Percyâs skin, but you knew he heard you. "But maybe now weâre not fighting monsters anymore. Maybe weâre fighting the memories and scars they left behind. But Iâm still fighting with you, Percy."
He turned his head, then, his eyes finding yours like they were always meant to. And, deep down, part of you knew they were.
Every shared glance during combat, or after a stupid joke, or when a battle ended and all either of you could do was search the carnage for a hint of the otherâthose eyes had found you.
"Iâm just so scared Iâll never get to live my life.â Percy confessed, voice hauntingly hollow. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back like a lifeline. âI donât know if Iâm running away from whatâs already happened or into the next big mess. And what if next time⊠what ifâŠ"
He trailed off, eyes wide in panic, a bit of desperation. You squeezed his hand again, because you couldnât give him the words. He needed to find them himself.
Percy screwed his eyes shut and darted forward, slotting his mouth over yours in an unexpected, horribly angled kiss. Teeth clashed together, your bottom lip caught in the mayhem and you gasped at the slight bite of pain.
He jumped back like you had burned him, propped up on one arm as he leaned on his side next to you.
"I, shit, I shouldnât haveâ" He fumbled for words, already trying to shuffle further away from you, but you held tight onto his hand to keep him close, sitting up to follow him. "Please, letâs just forget about this, okay? I just, I got caught up in everything andâ"
"Tell me you didnât want to kiss me, then." You promoted, brows knitted together as you studied his face, desperate for a glimpse of how he was feeling revealed to you in the moonlight. "Because if you canât say it meant nothing to you, you need to tell me, right now."
"I⊠canât say it."
And just like that, you were the one kissing him, one hand curving around the back of his neck to keep him close while the other remained threaded through his fingers. His free hand reached up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin as if he needed confirmation that this was real, that you were real.
When you finally pulled apart to breathe, you didnât go far. Not from him. Never from him.
"I was worried next time I wouldnât get the chance to do that." Percy finished his thought from before, a little dazed from the kiss you both had been long awaiting, apparently. You smiled softly and closed your eyes, pressing your forehead against his.
"If youâre running towards the next prophecy, Iâll run with you." You promised, pausing only briefly to shift your position so you and Percy were laying on the roof again, only this time your head was propped on his chest and his arm was wrapped securely around you. "But if you want to sit up here and talk about the monsters youâre running from, Iâll do that, too."
"Thank you." He echoed his words from the earlier bonfire. And you could tell from his voice that he really was thankful. Because as tough as he was, Percy Jackson was still half mortal. "IâŠ" He started, the air thick with tension about what he was going to confess. "I keep having dreams about Tartarus."
You let him talk, devoting your attention and mind to him, tracing shapes and stars and waves against his chest by your head while he spoke.
Time moved quickly that way, with talk of his fears and what weighed heavily on his mind broken up only when his throat would clog with emotion and you would tilt your head up to kiss away the memory long enough for him to regain his composure.
Because no one knew him better than you, and he didn't have to be the great Percy Jackson with you.
He could just be Percy, the boy who was haunted by his past and terrified of his future.
And you would give him all of your peaceful nights for him to have only one.
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i recommend watching connors video its really well done i think he went into the topic in a wonderful manner. he goes into the timeline of everything, explaining vtubers, mouseys primary immune deficiency, and all that context that i think people tend to gloss over.
connor even goes into showing examples of the hate mousey has gotten on platforms like tiktok. which sorta illustrate the overall picture of what mousey has had to consistently deal with. i think one of the moments for me when i realized how bad the hate had gotten was during the subathon where everyday people would come into mouseys chat to say something hateful. everyday. to the point where mousey would have to address these comments and specifically told her community, hey i know seeing hate sparks the reaction of wanting to comment back but dont. and if you truly feel the need to then simply reply donate plasma. saying this while facing some of the most malicious hate ive ever seen. still she would rather try to spread some positivity and awareness by saying to donate plasma rather than trying to shit on other creators communities which is a level of maturity i fucking admire. and i think in this period of the internet we dont see all too often. in the video connor actually shows examples of these chat messages from a 85 PAGE LONG DOCUMENT. fucking bizarre. and yet i still remember during that subathon era seeing people say she wasnât getting hated on at all and that her fans were exaggerating.
what i really appreciate is connor even making this video on this cause as someone who watches ironmouse consistently and watched the entire subathon and all their streams together this is a topic that mousey is very vocal on with her chat and she talks a lot about this to connor. and heâs always been very sympathetic and there to defend her so itâs cool to see him constantly have her back and vtubers as a whole since hes so intertwined with these communities despite them not being his community per say. connor bluntly stating in the video, âyes you got me. this is a video about me defending my friend 100%. iâm not even trying to hide that. but i also just want to bring a tiny bit of attention to the level of normalized hate that is for some reason acceptable.â is awesome. and a video like this hopefully can inform others and make people realize that the level of hate thats accepted on the internet nowadays is wild. and i need this to be clear mousey has spoken about this hate train sheâs been enduring a numerous amount of times and it doesnt get seen as much. but she has spoken about it and what she sees and gets told privately on a daily basis. from her own words the hate just gets more intense as time goes by. and it sucks that shes such a kind creator who has to deal with it just cause shes.. a vtuber.
in short. never send hate to anyone. be kind. watch more vtubers theyre fucking talented and great content creators. fuck what anyone else says about them.
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Make A Move | Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader
Summary: Murphy had liked you for years. However, he was always scared to make a move, too afraid that heâd damage his friendship with you if he made a move. Thankfully, a small push from his brother made him brave his fear, making for an unforgettable moment for the man.
Genre: Fluff.
Warnings: Swearing.
Word count: 2.1k.
A/N: This was meant to be a drabble. I didnât intend for it to be this long. However, my muse took this idea and bolted with it, and I let her do it because it rarely happens anymore. My first story in a while thatâs longer than 500 words, and Iâm proud of myself for it. Letâs hope the muse stays for a while so I can power through some requests. Anyways, happy Murphy Monday, my loves!
âIf ya stare at âer any harder, youâre gonna burn a hole straight through her skull.â
Murphy jumped at the sudden, unexpected sound of his brotherâs voice close to his ear. Some of his beer spilled out of his glass, trickling down his shirt and onto his jeans, making Murphy glare daggers at his cackling brother. âItâs not funny.â
âOh, but it is!â Connor laughed and shook his head, slapping his knee just for the dramaticsâand to piss his brother off even more, because he found it rather amusing. âYouâre so lovestruck, starinâ at her, you havenât even heard a single word Iâve said these last fifteen minutes.â
âOf course Iâve been listening,â Murphy tried to defend himself while placing his beer glass on the barâs counter, trying to dry the wetness on his shirt.
Connor snorted in amusement. âYeah? Then what was I busy sayinâ?â
Fuck. âSomethinâ âbout...â Murphy trailed off, trying to hone in on his âtwin powerâ to see if he could read Connorâs mind.
âAbout Y/N...â Connor began, waiting to see if Murphy would catch on to his ruse. However, much to Connorâs great amusement, he didnât catch on at all. This is going to be great, Connor mused silently.
âYeah, about Y/N! âBout how she...â
âShe looks...â
âYeah, she looks...â
âReal cute in that dress.â
âReal cute in that dress!â Murphy finished as if knowing exactly what Connor had been talking about. However, Murphy quickly realized that Connor had set him up, and he punched his brotherâs shoulder in a weak attempt at retaliation. âYouâre a real dick, yâknow that?â he grumbled in annoyance.
Connor doubled over with laughter, nearly spilling his own beer. âYouâre just so gullible sometimes, brother.â
âI hate you,â Murphy retorted, picking up his beer and taking a big swig from it. âYouâre a pain in the ass.â
âMurph, you canât say that about your brother.â
The sound of your beautiful, angelic voice reached Murphyâs ears, and he almost spilled his beer again due to being startledâagain. He looked up and locked eyes with you, his cheeks flushing at the radiant smile you sent his way as you wiped the countertop in front of him.
âAye, tell him, las,â Connor laughed, wrapping an arm around Murphyâs shoulder and lightly shaking him. âTell him heâs beinâ mean to his dear brother. Tell him he needs to quit or otherwise heâs gonna hurt his brotherâs feelings.â
You rolled your eyes at Connorâs words, a small, light laugh escaping you. âYeah, what he said,â you âagreedâ, placing the rag down behind the counter and leaning on top the wooden surface. âCan I get you boys anything else?â
âNah, Iâm alright. Pretty sure Rocco already ordered me somethinâ. Iâm about to wipe the floor with him once I beat him at that.â Connor motioned over to the pool table. He took the final swig of his beer, placed the glass down on the countertop and sent you one final smile, before looking back at Murphy with a look that the other twin knew clearly meant âthis is your chance. Donât fuck it up.â With that, Connor walked away, leaving Murphy alone with you.
Murphy shook his head and toyed with the rim of his beer glass. It was no secret to anyoneâexcept youâthat the MacManus brother seated at the bar was head over heels for you. However, as flirtatious a man as Murphy was, this was different. You were different. You werenât just some random lady he wanted to charm to get her number or something along those lines. He had known you for three years at that point in time. You had become one of the most important people in his life, and he greatly valued your friendship. If he were to ask you out and you happened to say no, would your friendship be irrevocably damaged? Would you cast him out of your life? Would he ever be permitted to even breathe the same air as you?
âYouâre thinking really hard, Murph. Penny for your thoughts?â
Your voice reached Murphyâs ears, and he wished that you would never stop talking. He could listen to you ramble on forever. Your voice was so addictive to listen to. However, he quickly snapped himself out of his thoughts, reminding himself that you had asked him a question. âIâm alright, las. Just thinking.â
âYeah, thatâs what I said,â you giggled, unknowingly making Murphyâs heart leap at the beautiful sound. âWhat are you thinking about?â
Murphy shrugged and looked down. âNothinâ.â
âYou know, people canât usually think of nothing, because the human brain, according to what I know, is incapable of comprehending nothing. When you think of nothing, you see black, a void, right? Therefore you arenât technically thinking of nothing, because a void is still something.â You let out a small laugh at the confused frown that spread across Murphyâs face. âSorry. I just had to. Itâs my favourite response for when people say theyâre thinking of nothing. It confuses the hell out of people.â
Murphy chuckled and leaned his forearms on the counter. âIs that true? That whole thing you just said?â
You shrugged nonchalantly. âI donât know. Iâm not a scientist,â you replied with a small smile.
Murphy chuckled again. âCouldâve fooled me. That sounds like something straight out of those science articles in the magazines.â
âWhy, thank you. I am pleased to know that I am able to sound intelligent enough in the presence of true intelligence,â you stated in an over exaggerated posh voice.
Murphy frowned at that. âMe? Intelligent? Whereâd ya get that from, las?â
You raised your eyebrows at that. âYouâre kidding,â you laughed in a disbelieving tone. âYou speak, like, two thousand languages fluently. How the hellâs that not intelligent?â
Murphy shrugged nonchalantly. âIt isnât that hard. You just gotta keep practicinâ âem consistently. It also helps that Iâve been exposed to those languages from an early age. Anyone could do it, though. Even you.â
âYeah? Literally all I can say in another language is âbon appetiteâ, and the only reason I know what that means is because I took one semester of French back in high school.â
âThatâs still impressive, though.â
You scoffed and shook your head with a smile. âNo need to try and make me feel better about myself, Murph. Iâm not trying to seek pity. Iâm sure thereâs something I can do that you canât.â
Murphy smiled and nodded. âYeah, thereâs probably plenty of things youâre better at than me. Hell, I can think of one right now.â Murphy leaned back and stretched, his shirt riding up slightly to expose the skin beneath the fabric, and the man missed the way your eyes trailed over it, and the way you quickly averted your gaze when you realized what you had been doing. âYou crochet, right? Iâve tried that before. All I managed to do was somehow poke myself in the eye.â
You giggled at that. âOne point for me, I guess, and a hundred points for you, still.â Before Murphy could protest and reassure you that you were indeed talented and that you could do things he couldnât, you moved on. âBut enough about that. What were you and Connor talking about before I came over? I heard my name being mentioned.â
Murphyâs eyes widened at your question. What the hell was he supposed to say? Should he tell the truth? Should he lie? Should he make up an excuse and hightail it out of there? However, Connorâs look from before, the âdonât fuck it upâ look, appeared in Murphyâs mind, and he sighed. There was no time like the present, he supposed. Might as well test the waters and see where he stood with you.
âConnor was teasinâ me, las, âcause I was busy starinâ at ya,â he admitted quietly, his cerulean eyes staring into yours, anxiously awaiting your reaction.
To say you were shock would be the understatement of the century. Your eyes widened at his admission, your heart beginning to pound out of your chest. However, you tried to school your expression to a more neutral one, attempting to hide your nervesâand excitement. âYou were staring at me?â When Murphy nodded, you inhaled once, scraping together the confidence for what you were about to say. âYou like what you saw?â
Be cool, be cool, Murphy thought to himself, trying not to expose how nervous he actually was. âOh, I love what I see.â
See. He had used the present tense. It couldâve meant nothing, but you clung to the hope that it meant something. You locked eyes with him, a small, flirtatiousâwell, you hoped it was flirtatiousâsmile spreading across your face. âYeah?â
âAye,â Murphy nodded. You werenât repulsed by his âadvancesâ. He took that as a good sign. âI always love what I see when it comes to you, las. Youâre a beautiful lady. I could stare at ya for hours.â You giggled shyly and ducked your head, making Murphy smile affectionately. âAnd thatâs the truth. You know I hate lyinâ.â
Your heart was pounding against your ribcage. With each compliment he gave you, your confidence grew immensely. âYouâre not too harsh on the eyes either, Murph,â you replied jokingly. That was an understatement. He was damn pleasing to look at. You could stare at him for hours.
Murphy chuckled at that. âThatâs good to know, otherwise this wouldâve been embarrassinâ, me makinâ a move on a beautiful lady while lookinâ like a dried out pickle.â
Your heart both simultaneously sped up and stopped. Making a move. So it wasnât just playful, flirtatious banter? You were immensely pleased to hear that. âYouâre making a move on me?â
Murphy readapted his earlier shy demeanour. âUm, no. I donâtââ He cut himself off by taking a deep breath, before exhaling and continuing. He was already in too deep. There was no backing out now. âI mean, yeah. I am. I jusâ... Iâve been wantinâ to ask you out for a while now, but I was too afraid. Iâm sorry if thatâs weird or anythinâ, las. I didnât mean to make ya uncomfortable. I can leave if yaââ
Murphy never got to finish his sentence. He was effectively shut up from his nervous rambling by your hands grabbing the lapels of his jacket, tugging him up from his seat to lean over the counter, your lips crashing against his for a kiss. This first kiss exchanged between the two of you wasnât like the ones heâd seen in those cheesy romance movies Connor would sometimes force him to watch. It was sloppy and messy, yet tender and gentle, too. It was perfect.
Whoops and cheers filled the air around you, making you and Murphy pull apart. The two of you looked towards the pool table where everyone had gathered to watch Rocco and Connor compete, and saw that everyoneâs attention rested on the two of you, and you quickly became aware that everyone had witnessed the kiss happen. The cheers and clapping proceeded, making Murphy duck his head as his cheeks became ablaze in embarrassment. You simply waved the men at the pool table off, rolling your eyes at them to mask the embarrassment you felt as well.
Game forgotten, Connor made his way over to the two of you and wrapped his arm around Murphyâs shoulder, lightly shaking him a few times, a huge, satisfied grin on his face. âAtta boy, Murph! I knew ya could do it.â His blue eyes trailed over to you, his grin now directed towards you. âProud of you, too, las. Iâve known âbout your little crush on olâ Murphy here for a while now.â
Rocco, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, hoisted himself up onto the counter and sent you a teasing smirk. âIâm surprised either of âem made a move. Thought we were gonna be stuck in an endless loop of lovestruck staring.â
As Connor and Rocco continued on with their teasing, your eyes drifted over to meet Murphyâs. He sent you a small, shy smile, his cheeks tinted with a crimson colour. You sent him a smile back, your heart fluttering in your chest. Let Connor and Rocco tease you for all you care. Your moment with Murphy was perfect, and it was an amazing turning point in your relationship with the MacManus brother.
Now all you had to do was wait for another minute alone, and then youâd definitely repeat your actions, albeit this time, away from prying eyes.
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âCan I come over tomorrow?â
Nicoâs hands still on the stubborn pillowcase. âToâŠmy cabin?â
âYes.â
âUm.â He resumes, sliding slowly away from Willâs wide round eyes, stuffing the puffy square of feathers into its fabric prison. The ghost of geese past are not happy with him. He is their prince. They will submit. âYeah? You could all those other times, too.â
âYeah, but I want to come over.â
âYes,â Nico agrees, wondering if this is perhaps one of those moments Kayla warned him about. Has it reached day five of Will not sleeping? He doesnât think so. He was napping when Nico came into the infirmary this morning to help with the tidying he promised to do. At least he was drooling enough that Nico hopes he was sleeping. âYou mentioned.â
âSo I can?â
âYes, Will.â
Maybe itâs just an American thing. Nico has been noticing some Moments lately. Heâs not sure if all teenagers have unanimously decided on some code theyâd like to speak in during the few months he was busy defeating his great grandmother, or if maybe heâs finally stuck around long enough to notice, but nobody says what they mean, nowadays.
(He has gathered, thus far, that âon fleekâ is a synonym for âaflameâ, although âyeetâ continues to evade him. Perhaps because Cecil and Lou appear to have indulged in the sick delight of replacing their every word with the term with the sole purpose to Confuse. Or perhaps, as Will has so indicated, they have each endured one concussion to many and are beyond any hope.)
âSick!â That one Nico knows, at least. âIâll come by after my morning shift? Connor got cursed by the Hypnos, Hecate, and Aphrodite cabins this morning so I have to do brain surgery before he forgets how to feel genuine human connection again, but Iâll be done by noon. Probably. I mean, Connor has a thick skull, genuinely I mean, which is why his lobotomy has been delayed so many times, but so long as I ââ
It has been under Nicoâs notice lately that Will eyes, genuinely, sparkle. He has read the cliche time and time again and rolled his eyes almost every time: diamonds sparkle. Water sparkles. Snow sparkles. Eyes reflect, and sometimes glow with reflection. They do not sparkle. To claim a set of eyes are sparkling is to profess to the world and all capable of registering your words that you are a brainless idiot who cannot dredge up from the depths of your mind, the most barren and bereft back corners, a single unique or clever comparison; a minutely original way to describe excitement or animation.
And yet.
Will is indeed very animated, and very excited about very many things, and it shows on his face; in the wideness of his grins, the springing mass of his curls, the stilted and flailing gilt of his languid limbs. It also shows, perhaps most obviously, in his genuinely magnificent eyes â Nico has seen the Logan Sapphire. He has touched the precious thing with reverent hands, stared in awe as it thrust out the light shine upon it like the golden ichor of Ouranous swirling with the sweet saltwater to birth Love Incarnate. He knows glittering, he knows gleaming, shimmering and shining and twinkling.
Willâs eyes sparkle, like the very tip of a mountaintop, like the crackling ends of a flame, like dewdrops on spider silk. It is transfixing. It is alluring.
ââico. Nico! Hello-o?â
It is also a trap.
âSounds great,â Nico says loudly, voice like cold soda over vanilla ice cream. He clears his throat, twice, to no avail. His vision begins to blur as the heat pouring off of his face warps the air. âUm. See you then?â
Will nods, or at least Nico hopes he does. His curls bounce, anyway. They are hard to miss. They remind Nico tangentially of how laughter sounds, unimpeded by shame; how the shimmering satin of a ribbon would curl and bend under the smooth slide of the scissorâs blade.
(His fatherâs circuit of jesters often included poets playwrights. They also doubled as Nicoâs babysitters. Surely no lasting consequences, that.)
âYes!â He flashes a smile, then, and it becomes imperative to note that his eyes squint at the force of it, and his slightly-too-big teeth brush his bottom lip, and he has, in fact, on each cheek, a dimple.
Now, Will is often and even frequently called Apollo Junior by just about every living soul in camp, up to and including Immortal Camp Director And Horse, Chiron; and uproariously once even Mr D, God of Wine. Allegedly, as taunted by Kayla, even by Willâs own mother. The golden hair and unfortunate habit of winking and legs for days do most definitely create an image.
Nico, however, contrarian he be, must deny: he has seen Apollo. Apollo is beautiful and golden and charming, but Will is not quite his spitting image. Will, more aptly, is the son of the Sun. He glows; the glare of his smile leaves impressions behind in the cells oneâs eyes, the glide of his limbs is almost dragging, languid. To look at him is to commit yourself to blinding. To seek so desperately the solace of the light as to ignore the unsettling sting of the burn.
âI canât wait!â
As a blissful cloud moving in front of the solar systemâs brightest star saves your eyes the eternal fate of darkness, Willâs duty so saves Nico from an eternity of shadow. He returns, humming softly and horribly, to his work, sifting through folders and updating patient files, and Nico exhales the breath setting foundations in his lungs, slumping forward in fervent relief. A melancholic reprieve from the summer rays, if only for a moment.
He waves goodbye, or at least he hopes that he does, rushing out the infirmary doors and tripping down the rickety porch steps.
âHurrying somewhere, Nicholas Claus?â drawls Mr. D, throwing darts a perilously balanced apple atop the horns of a satyr bleating in morse code.
âThat was not even an attempt,â responds Nico, and hurries away before he can be dolphinized. Dolphinified? Made into a bottle-nosed beast. (Why bottle? Of all comparisons to make, who decided bottles were the utmost separate object to which the snout of the slippery beasts should be named? Oh, wait, drunk people. Bottles. Okay. Mystery solved.)
He manages, in his heroic retreat across the common, not to destroy entire swathes of grass and plants, a feat for which the Muses could perhaps write epics about. Truly he is capable of the utmost restraint and self-control. He does raise several full sized wolf skeletons, but they seem primarily preoccupied with hunting down the the Stolls, so a win-win as far as Nico is concerned. Probably not for Connor, who is apparently cursed or concussed, he doesnât remember exactly, but he has managed thus far with his startling amount of daily braincell loss so by statistic and happenstance he is bound to survive another incident.
âThere has to be away to shut myself off,â Nico says, out loud to himself, proceeding the slam of his cabin door and the heavy breathing upon it. He turns to his altar. âYou mentioned an off button, Father. I donât suppose it has been successfully implemented.â
No answer comes forth. He indulges in a brief moment of self pity, wherein the Nico who lives in his brain clears his throat, digs around the messy confines of his mind to find an imaginary black hoodie, slips it on, digs around again for a dagger, and stabs himself, choking and twitching pitifully. Real Nico then walks with great purpose to the exact geological centre of the stone cabin.
âOkay,â he says again. He nods, once, narrowing his eyes in determination. The Nico in his brain opens one curious eyelid. (Does Will do psychiatric assessments?) âOkay, this is. Hm.â
It is not the first time they have been alone together, after all.
In the weeks following Gaeaâs defeat and Will Solaceâs nonstop, irritating persistence, Nico has been thrust in his proximity an incredible number of times. From his three day stay, during which he was simply so unconscious for so long his father was concerned enough to manifest onto the mortal plane and poke at his soul until he responded, to his unofficial indoctrination (ha) as a nurse, to camp clean-up efforts, to cabin renovation, to general life â they have become friends. Coworkers, at least. Together they make the camp a little more bearable for everyone in it, including Nico. It is rewarding work. It is illuminating work; Will is a good teacher, and he is funny, and he is good company (and he happens to have very long legs that he does not bother to cover up very often and Nico has eyes that do what they please). They have been in Nicoâs cabin together several times over the last few weeks.
Never before has Will come over without some kind of stated purpose.
At least, not and absence he has made so obvious. True, the renovations took longer than expected, and the paint on the east wall is smudged from where Nico shoved Will, shrieking, off the stepstool, and they have perhaps, on occasion, used Nicoâs illegal Wii when they were meant to be helping Annabeth make plans for Capture the Flag, but â
But.
Intent.
Is important.
It has been made abundantly clear to Nico over the summer that he has friends upon which he can rely. Reyna has made a point to Iris Message him at whatever Roman tryhard time she believes he should be awake, prompting an attempted murderous shadow travel that left him unconcious in Missouri and at the unfortunate end of many peopleâs shouting. And Willâs friends, who can perhaps at this point be called his friends also, have created a game entitled âHow Many Grapes Can We Flick At Nico During Lunch Before He Goes Ballistic And Sends Us To Purgatory For A Little Whileâ (four), which they are inclined and inspired to play every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Piper enjoys dragging him around to do Things. Jason is just around constantly. (Does he sleep? Nico should check on that properly.)
He had a point, somewhere. Heâs sure he did.
It was maybe the impending anxiety attack, helpfully informs Brain Nico.
âAh,â regular Nico replies, then grapples around for his least favourite pillow, slams it into his face, and screams at the top of his lungs for several minutes.
Brain Nico decides once again that commentary is the way.
I think we are an all powerful demigod of something, he muses. Dirt, maybe? Bad vibes? I canât quite remember.
âThe dead?â inquires regular Nico.
Do you think those years isolated in the Labyrinth perhaps situated us firmly on the shores of mentally unwell? responds he, blissfully unhelpful.
âI think that was Tartarus, actually,â says regular Nico, and promptly banishes his brain self to the deepest recesses of his mind, among memories of the taste of liquid fire and Calculus.
With the remaining, functioning (well.) part of his brain, he places both palms on the cool floor and attempts to focus.
Juicy Fruit It gets right to ya Juicy salt Hmmm Juicy Fruit, The taste the taste thatâs â
For the love of all holy things, Nico begs his brain. It doesnât work, but what ever really goes right in his life, so he pushes past the increasingly louder replays of eighties commercial jingles and maps out the ground below the cabin floor, pushes through the layers of underground.
Ah. Perfect.
He pulls up the very aptly placed skeleton of a cat, letting it scratch and sniff about his cabin before cautiously approaching him.
âYou will be sure to tell it to me straight,â Nico says solemnly, holding out his hand. The cat bobs its nasal cavities in and out of Nicoâs fingers and, apparently deciding him to be worthy of its attention, rams its skull against his knuckles. Nico snorts, running a fingernail along its cranial sutures and grinning as its purring echoes in his mind. âYou seem very wise.â
The catâs caudal vertebrae rattle in indignation, miffed at the mere idea that it could be anything other than wise. Nico is honestly quite impressed by its ability to glare without actual eyeballs, eyelids, or thought power.
âI am going to name you after my sister and pray thatâs not weird,â Nico says. âI mean, I donât think she would mind. Youâre pretty cool, actually, and Hazelâs cool, kind of, so. Win win.â
Hazel the Cat seems unbothered by her christening, curling up in Nicoâs lap. He runs his hand from cranial base to coccyx, finger dipping and bumping along the ridges of her spines, and settles against the cool floor, attempting to breathe evenly.
âItâs just.â He swallows. It takes a try or two, to work around the massive stone borrowed in his throat, and Hazel the Cat nips playfully at his fingers until his lungs settle again. âBefore we had something to do, you know? Weâd be cutting bandages, and heâd be all, hey, did you know bandages are mentioned in one of the first ever medical manuscripts and definitely predate it by many hundreds of years, and I would say I did, actually, I talked to the guy who made that clay tablet, and his eyes would get all wide and heâd be like no way, tell me everything, and then I would just talk forever.â Nico huffs. âWe had something to talk about, you understand. Something to do.â
Nico tries to imagine what Hazel his Sister would say. Probably something along the lines of you are an impossible person, which is code for I have about as much luck as you do in this century, pal, the best Iâve got is hope for the best and remember adults no longer smack you for standing wrong. Which. Fair.
Hazel the Cat just purrs in his head again. Itâs as encouraging as anything, he supposes.
âAm I supposed to haveâŠconversation starters? He likes twizzlers and intentionally bad poetry. Maybe I could do something with that?â
Hazel the Cat shrugs at him.
âItâs not even â okay, itâs not just that, though. What is â how close is close enough in a casual setting? Or too close? How am I meant to greet him? Am I supposed to offer something? Make something? What do I do if thereâs a lull in conversation? Or if itâs all lulls? Oh, gods, how much silence is socially appropriate ââ
Hazel the Cat twists in his hold, meeting his eyes as if to say well I donât think youâll be struggling with that last one.
âShush,â he tells her, but his mouth is twitching. âIâm just â I donât want him to finally realize Iâm weird. Or boring, gods. Heâs such a hyper person, you know? He never stops. And I am supposed to entertain him! I think!â
This time he can actually hear his sisterâs voice, in the back of his mind â youâre such a dummy. Ringed with fondness from the many times sheâs said it to him, shoulders nudged carefully together, head knocked gently against his. You are weird and boring. Most people are.
âUgh,â he sighs, tipping his head back until it rests against the mattress. âFriendship is hard work.â
Hazel the Cat swishes her tail, rattling the discs of bone like a rattlesnake. Itâs a surprisingly soothing sound, like rain pinging softly against his window, or the flutter of the poplar trees outside of his fatherâs palace. Unconsciously he matches his breathing to it, slowing until itâs even, gentle, deep. His eyes, without any direction from his brain, drift until they blanket his hazy eyes, heavy as stone..
âSânot that serious,â he murmurs to himself, soothed under the weight of his feline friend. âSâjust Will, I guess.â A beat. He smiles, slightly, a small, curling thing, mimicking the coiled heat in his belly. âItâs just Will.â
âââ
part two
#i had so much fun writint adhd stream of consciousness lol#poured all of my neuroses in this one yep#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#nico di angelo#will solace#nico di angelo/will solace#nico/will#will/nico#solangelo#pining nico di angelo#autistic nico di angelo#adhd nico di angelo#fluff#getting together#my writing#fic#longpost
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Cowboy take me away (Kayce Dutton x Roy!Reader) Chapter 1
Summary: Youâre Y/n Roy the youngest daughter of one of the richest men in America but all that money canât make you happy and you decide to move to Montana for a while. But what happens when you meet the youngest son of another influential man?
A/n: itâs here!!! This is mainly a Yellowstone fanfic and you donât have to watch Sucession to follow along!
You stepped out of the car. The car you bought a week ago, when you were sure leaving was the right thing to do. The warm weather hitting your skin. Breathing in the fresh air after a long drive.
You were the daughter of one of the most influential men in the country. Your father, Logan Roy, was a media mogul and owned one of the biggest news networks in the world. But that came with a price, you had always been in the public eye and on top of that your father wasnât an easy person to grow up with. Now youâre siblings still fought over being his favorite, still fought for his love. A few weeks ago, after thanksgiving where he hit your nephew you finally realized that he would never change.
So youâd made the decision to leave New York behind, to take a few months off in the country side. Hopefully your mental health would get better out here. And youâve always wanted to visit Yellowstone after seeing pictures of the stunning landscape. To no oneâs surprise your family wasnât the biggest fans of your decision to go, especially your father who always wanted his kids close to control them. But you were a grown woman, yes you were still in your twenties but an adult nonetheless.
Your siblings thought the idea was ridiculous except for your oldest brother Connor who loved that you would follow his footsteps (as he said). He had also bought a ranch in New Mexico where he spent most of his days.
Now you werenât so sure anymore if this decision was the right one. You had never left the city for more than a few weeks, hell you were a city person. And you had never been alone anywhere. Your family and theyâre staff or your personal staff were with you. But if youâd never tried you would never know.
You took your suitcases and brought the to the small house you were renting. You had put all your clothes into the closets and your toiletries in the bathroom before you went into the small garden behind the house. It was well kept, a bit whimsical and overgrown in some places but beautiful nonetheless. A set of chairs on the lawn and a swingseat under a tree. Yeah, you could do with this.
You made some food with the groceries you picked up on the way here and ate your dinner on the couch. Everything was nice until the evening arrived.
You should have seen it coming, It was your first night and you were already bored. 'Off to a great start' you thought to yourself.
After a quick google search you made your way to one of the bars in town.
Inside it was quite crowded. A band played country music and some people danced. You went to the counter and ordered a simple drink, nothing too fancy like you would have ordered in New York.
Your eyes scanned the crowd, it were mostly cowboys and cowgirls. You must have stood out quite a bit - not too much though since youâve left your fancier Roy clothing in New York, taking only sweaters, shirts and jeans with you. It was nice though.
âHey, Tom have you seen my sister?.â a voice next to you said. You looked to your right and spotted a quite handsome man. He seemed to be around your age maybe a little older, with longish brown hair and brown eyes. He wore a trucker cap backwards on his head and a dark shirt. He looked rugged in the best way. His eyes landed on you and you quickly averted your eyes even though it was probably too late - he had caught you staring.
You felt his eyes linger on you for a moment and you waited a second before you looked back at him.
â've never seen you around here.â he said
âJust got here todayâ you told him with a shrug and a smirk appeared on his face hearing that you didnât sounded like you were from Montana at all.
âWhereâre youâre from?â He asked
âUh, New York.â You said and he let out a low blow
âSheâs over there.â the barkeeper interrupted your conversation, pointing his finger in one direction
âUh-huh. Thanks Tom.â the man said before he turned to you again
âIâll have to go but have fun in Montana.â he said before he turned to leave. After a few steps he turned his head and your eyes met again, with a small nod he turned around once more.
You would lie if you said you werenât disappointed by him having to leave so quickly. But it seemed like he was just here to pick his sister up anyway and you didnât even knew if he was single.
The next few days you spend getting settled into the new house. You went to the grocery store, something you havenât done in years since your family always had people to do these kind of things. But you liked it. Liked being responsible for yourself and you liked being able to meet and converse with others.
Your family always stayed in their circle, almost every meeting with someone you didnât knew was business related and talk was always about work.
You took walks around town and enjoyed the scenery.
Today you had planned to go on a hike. You looked up the route beforehand so you wouldnât end up lost. There were other people on a hike but not too many.
Everything was going well. That is until you must have stepped onto a stone.
You fell and felt a sharp pain shooting through your ankle. Shit, if this wasnât the biggest city girl hurts herself while hiking was the biggest prejudice.
You started to get up when you heard the sound of a horse walking close to you. You looked up as the animal came into your view and felt yourself getting warm. Of course it was the hot Cowboy from the other night.
âYou alright?â He asked and you shrugged
âYeah, I just sit in the dirt for fun.â
âShit no reason to get all fuss .â He said but he couldnât keep the smile off his face. He got down from his horse and tied it on a nearby tree.
âLemme see.â his voice had softened as he crouched down next to you, carefully taking your foot in his hands. Twisting it gently and putting some pressure on some spots. At one point you let out an âOuch.â
âItâs not broken - just twisted. Come on let me bring you down.â he offered his hand to you and you gladly took it. He helped you up, looping his arm around your back so you could lean on him.
Once you were sitting on the horse he got up too, sitting in front of you.
âYou can hold onto me.â he told you, voice kinder than youâd expected.
You intertwined your fingers in front of his stomach. You felt warmth spread in your stomach.
He took the reins and the horse started moving. You looked around, taking in the scenery.
âWow itâs even more beautiful up here.â you said in a low tone.
Kayce smiled at your words. To be honest he was maybe a little glad about the fact that it was you who he found. You had come to his mind a few times since heâd met you a few days ago.
You had intrigued him, there was an air about you that he liked and felt like he wanted to find out more about you.
âWhere are we going by the way? Not that I think youâll kidnap me on a horse.â
âMy fathers Ranch. My cars there, I can drive you home.â
âOh. Thank you.â you said
âNo need to. Just basic human decency.â he said and you cold hear the smile in his voice.
âYeah, Iâm not used to that in the city.â you chuckled in wich he joined in.
âWhyâd you come here?â he asked
âI needed a fresh start. I wasnât happy in my, uhm, my living situation in New York. I knew I would get depressed if I stayed.â
He hummed
âAre you feeling better now?â
âTo be honest Iâm not sure. It feels great that Iâm away from everything but I donât know anyone here yet⊠so itâs kind of lonely.â
He hummed as an answer.
The rest of the ride to the ranch was filled with easy chatting. You found out about that his Dad owned a Ranch where he worked as a horsetrainer. You told him you worked in Media at your fathers company, not telling him who your father was.
The ranch was gorgeous. A big stone house as the main building, some stables and a few smaller houses. You earned a few looks from some of the cowboys leaning against a fence.
He got down and helped you safely get back to the ground.
âIâd show you around but I think your foot wouldnât be too fond of that.â
âMaybe another time.â you told him and he studied you for a second
âYeah, another time.â
He had given the horse to one of the men standing close by, who was called Jimmy. Telling him to bring it back into the stable.
He helped you into his red truck and closed the door after you sat in the vehicle.
You told him where the place you stayed in was and he seemed to know where to go. The conversation was easy between you, he pointed out some places.
âYou can get good burgers there.â he said pointing to a diner
âWe could do something if youâd like? I mean because you said you felt kind of lonely.â
âOh? Yeah that be great.â you smiled wich caused him to smile too
âOkay.â
He helped you up the front stairs of your place and you waved as he drove away. With a warm feeling and the thought that maybe you had made a friend you went inside.
#kayce dutton fanfic#kayce dutton x reader#kayce dutton fic#kayce dutton imagine#yellowstone fanfic#yellowstone imagine
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09/02-03/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Con O'Neill; Kristian Nairn; Nathan Foad; Leslie Jones; Lindsey Cantrell; Connor Barrett; Dominic Burgess; Sept 2: OFMD Marmalade Day; Trends; Articles; TellTaleTV Final Round; WWDITS 10th Anniversary Blurays; FanSpotlight: FanWeeks: OFMD Sequel Week; Stede Whump Week; Never Left Podcast; Love Notes;
== David Jenkins ==
David's out at the US Open with Kinga!
Source: David Jenkins' Instagram Stories
== Rhys Darby ==
Rhys is EVERYWHERE this week, jeez. He really is causing a stir on every single platform, let me tell you. Below he's having a bit of a drink with some friends, out and about with Rosie!
Source: Facebook
Next up-- there's a new Indy Dramedy that just wrapped called "Song Of The Bigfoot" and Deadline has some new info on it!
Source: Rhys' Instagram Stories
Rhys is also looking to help raise some funds for the Kitten Rescue we all remember well from earlier this year! You can bid on this signed OFMD picture of the cast! To bid, visit here.
Source: Rhys' Twitter
Rhys also shared an older video of him discussing wanting to be Earths Ambassador!
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Source: Rhys Darby's Instagram
Annnnnd more shots are becoming available from the 100th episode of the Cryptid Factor, Live in London!
Source: The Cryptid Factor Instagram
And finally, Last But CERTAINLY not least, there's a new The Cryptid Factor special episode for the $10 / Tier on Patreon!
Source: The Cryptid Factor Patreon
== Taika Waititi ==
Some more shots of Taika while he was out and about! Also a recipe for the Pispili that he and Andy Hearnden shared on instagram a while back!
Source: Instagram
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and lastly a quick little tiktok of the Forever Young Rita & Taika!
Source: Rita Ora's Tiktok
== Samba Schutte ==
Samba's out at Nickelodeon studios doing some voice over work!
Source: Samba's Instagram
== Kristian Nairn / WJW ==
Surprise #WeeJohnWednesday! 9pm BST (4pm EST, 1pm PST) tomorrow-- Sept 4!
Source: Kristian's Twitter
A huge thank you to @adoptourcrew for getting us the Kristian Nairn OFMD blurb from the latest Popverse Article (it is behind a sign up, but here's the article!)
Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter
== Con O'Neill ==
Con taking a nap with Cooper now that he's back from Mexico <3 (and David Fane was a sweetheart and popped his head in as well).
Source: Con's Instagram
== Nathan Foad ==
Nathan back at the bedroom selfies again!
Source: Nathan's Instagram Stories
== Linds Cantrell ==
Linds Cantrell did an Ask Me Anything on Instagram today while she was waiting for a plane! She answered several questions, including something regarding OFMD BTS which may be completely out, but she'll be going to LA Comic Con in October! I'm planning on making a post with all her answers when I get a moment, but here's a few!
Source: Lindsey Cantrell's Instagram Stories
== Leslie Jones ==
Leslie is out here rocking a workout, and looking bad ass <3
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Source: Leslie Jones Instagram
== Dominic Burgess ==
Our dear Jeffrey Fettering, Dominic, blessed us today with some kitties as well as a shot.. of well him getting a shot!
Source: Dominic's Twitter
== September 2, Marmalade Day ==
Several of our crew members continued the September festivities with Marmalade Day on Sept 2!
Source: HSavernake's Twitter
Source: Astroglide Twitter
== Articles ==
Thank you @adoptourcrew for sharing another article talking about OFMD!
Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter
== More Trends ==
Heyyy guess who was trending on Sept 2 on TUMBLR! (I believe it was because of the Sept 1 Dickfuck/Lighthouse day, but could be have been more! let me know if you know something else happened! Thank you to the badass @poison-into-positivity for catching it <3
Source: @poison-into-positivity's Tumblr
== Tell Tale TV Voting Reminders ==
Reminder! Stede and Ed are in the final round of Ship of the Year! Please visit TellTale TV! Thank you @ofmd-ann for the reminder dear!
Source: Ofmd-Ann's Tumblr
== What We Do In The Shadows Bluray ==
Okay so WWDITS is not OFMD but it has Rhys and Taika so gonna send a boost out of this! Thank you to the absolutely spectacular @ jimjim531969 over on twitter for always bringing the latest cool news regarding the cast. You truly are a gem <3
Also per Jim:
Links to pre-order the WWDITS 10th anniversary blu-ray:
Australia & NZ (16 October, 2024)
USA & Canada (November 1st, 2024): Amazon or Barnes & Noble
UK (01/11/2024)
Source: @ jimjim531969 on Twitter
== Fan Spotlight ==
= Upcoming Fan Weeks =
* OFMD Sequel Week *
There's a new Fan-Week been announced for Nov 17 - 23, OFMD Sequel Week! Check them out on Twitter and give them a follow to keep up with the latest news!
Source: OFMDSequelWeek Twitter
* Stede Whump Week *
Stede Whump Week will be happening 28 Oct - 3rd Nov, and the bingo cards for that week are now available on Twitter!
Source: Stede Whump Week Twitter
= Never Left Podcast =
There's a new episode of Never Left out, and it's Part 2 of the discussion on Birds! Wanna check it out? Visit their linktr.ee!
Source: Never Left Podcast Instagram
== Love Notes ==
Hey lovelies. Hoping your week is progressing in an upward direction. I hopefully get to finally talk to my dad tomorrow after over a week of everything going on, so I'll be in and out of things again. I know everyone is dealing with their own level of craziness right now, and I want to remind you that you're doing great no matter what you're dealing with. It could be little, it could be huge, it could be life-changing, or could be making you regress further back than you'd like-- whatever it is, you are getting through the best way you can, and you never have to feel bad about that.
I know it can feel like there's never an end to the chaos-- but remember that there are pockets of joy and love there in this life too, and however you need to cope with your daily struggles, don't feel bad in taking solace in that. Enjoy the little things, no matter how small. Rest up lovelies, breathe in, breathe out, drink some water, and keep going. Below is a very appropriate love note (for me personally but for so many others as well), courtesy of the amazing The Latest Kate. Not everything is clear right now, but it'll get there, just stay with us, and don't give up. Sending you so much love, crew <3
Source: The Latest Kate's Tumblr
#david jenkins#kinga malisz#daily ofmd recap#ofmd daily recap#rhys darby#the cryptid factor#rita ora#taika waititi#dominic burgess#our flag means death#ofmd#long live ofmd#save ofmd#adopt our crew#connor barrett#samba schutte#con o'neill#david fane#kristian nairn#wee john wednesday#nathan foad#lindsey cantrell#Instagram
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Idk if the writers intended it or not but the amount of cognitive dissonance between what Haytham says and what he does is so telling of the kind of person he was raised to be. Birch succeeded in making him talk like a Templar, but his actions contradict pretty much everything Haytham claims to stand for. It's as if the brainwashing ran deep enough to make Haytham lack self-awareness but not enough to completely destroy what Edward was able to teach him before he died. Connor points it out verbatim right before they meet up with Washington too. "You've talked a great deal but you've shown me nothing."
Haytham says he wants order but he's just about as chaotic as his father was when he was younger. He says Connor's talks of "freedom" and "free will" are nonsense but literally every time we see him aside from the opening sequences, he's going off on his own, doing God-knows-what without telling any of the other Templars, he drops everything on the spot to go camping with his girlfriend, hell he even murdered a Templar Grandmaster for personal revenge (when revenge has been the driving force between many of the protagonists we've had so far like Ezio, Connor, Arno, Bayek, heck even Kassandra to some degree, while the Templars claim to be above this kind of stuff). He went against Lee's plans to have Connor executed because he felt like it. (The line in his journal is literally "I won't let my son die today.") He says he wants purpose and direction and yet never has a plan for whatever he's doing. He's exactly like Edward on that front, essentially bullshitting his way through everything and hoping it all works out (and it often doesn't). That man has never had purpose or direction in his entire life, and the moment someone tries to tell him what to do, he actively chooses to do the opposite because he doesn't follow orders (and if he does, it's on his own terms).
When Haytham realized he didn't hold the key to the Precursor site, he chose to drop it altogether, because he knew too many would have to die for the cause and it wasn't worth it. Do you mean to tell me people like Vidic, the Borgias, Germain, heck even Torres (who's by far the most reasonable Grandmaster we've encountered in the series besides François de la Serre, maybe) went to impossible lengths to get to the Observatory â do you think any of these men would've just... stopped ? Because more people would have to die ? (The answer is no. William Johnson was willing to commit mass murder just to buy the land the site was on â which by the way Haytham had no idea about (the mass murder part, I mean) until after the fact and he was very angry about it.)
Which is also pretty telling about how involved he is in all of this. He didn't know about what Johnson was planning because he couldn't even be bothered to hold yearly meetings for like 15 years.
In his journal, you can see how he progressively starts to despise every Templar he's working with. He endorses Lee out loud but his thoughts about the guy are that he's "too British to be a good representative for the American people" and he's actually pretty pessimistic about his chances to supplant Washington. He doesn't even believe in what he says about Lee, like, ever (which is why I say it really looks like he's endorsing Lee as an act of sabotage because it really feels like it sometimes.) His Templar kill count is also higher than Connor's â Juan Vedomir, the unnamed mercenary with a West Country accent, Edward Braddock, John Harrison, Reginald Birch, Benjamin Church and Nicholas Biddle (although the game never showed it, the fact that Church and Biddle died only days apart while both in the Caribbean means that Haytham was with Connor on the Aquila when he killed Biddle, so he's at least complicit in his murder.)
Haytham says he's a man with Templar ideals and an Assassin background but to me it feels like the opposite. He's a man with a Templar background and Assassin ideals, but the grooming started so young that even killing Birch couldn't undo the damage that man had done. I think Haytham realized that by the end and that's why he let Connor kill him.
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things that I overlooked in PJO the first time / small, funny things I noticed during my reread
Part 3: The Titan's Curse
The truth was I was kind of disappointed to hear that she liked her new school so much. It was the first time she'd gone to school in New York. I'd been hoping to see her more often.
I tried to concentrate on little things, like the crepe-paper streamers and the punch bowl - anything but that fact that Annabeth was taller than me, and my hands were sweaty and probably gross, and I kept stepping on her toes.
"The General?" I asked. Then I realised I'd said it in a French accent. "I mean... who's the General?" I want this part to be in the show
"Sweet! Let's go! [to CHB]" said Nico. this breaks my heart. he was so excited in this book
Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter (and he seriously loved peanut butter).
"How would you kidnap an immortal goddess? Is that even possible?" "Well, yeah. I mean, it happened to Persephone." "But she was like, the goddess of flowers." Grover looked offended. "Springtime." you tell him grover
"That's some serious danger you're facing." Connor Stoll said. (I liked how he said you and not we.) I'm just imagining the rest of the campers not bothering to go on quests cause it's always the same few demigods and they don't care, they're just chilling safe at CHB while Percy and Annabeth do their things
The creature looked at me sadly. "Moooo!" But I couldn't understand his thoughts. I only speak horse. Percy Jackson speaks two languages: English and Horse
With a shiver, I realised that five hundred or a thousand years from now, Bianca di Angelo would look exactly the same as she did today. She might be having a conversation like this with some other half blood long after I was dead but Bianca would still look twelve years old. ouch
"It wants to kill us!" Thalia said. "Of course." Grover said. "It's wild!" "So how is that a blessing?" Bianca asked.
"That's us," he said. "Those five nuts right there." "Which one is me?" I asked. "The little deformed one," Zoe suggested.
When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth. I know everyone talks about this part but I can't help but bring it up again, they are so cute
"Woah, first of all, I never said anything about love. And second, what's up with tragic!" little does he know. also, Percy is so incredibly insightful in this book but he's also so jealous of Annabeth and Luke and so upset about the idea of her joining the hunters yet still can't figure out that he likes her
"Seven hundred feet tall," I said. "Built in the 1930s." "Five million cubic acres of water," Thalia said. Grover sighed. "Largest construction project in the United States." Zoe stared at us. "How do you know all that?" "Annabeth," I said. "She liked architecture." I cannot explain how much this little bit means to me.
The girl I'd just tried to slice in half yelped and dropped her Kleenex. "Oh my god." she shouted. "Do you always kill people when they blow their nose?" Rachel's here!!! I love her
Five minutes later, Zoe had me outfitted in a ragged flannel shirt and jeans three sizes too big, bright red sneakers, and a floppy rainbow hat. someone draw this and tag me. what an outfit
Suddenly it occurred to me: this had happened to her before. She had been cornered on Half-Blood Hill. She'd willingly given her life for her friends. But this time, she couldn't save us. How could I let that happen to her? he is the most empathetic, wholesome guy, I love Percy
"Can't this go any faster?" Thalia demanded. Zoe glared at her. "I cannot control traffic." You both sound like my mother." I said. "Shut up!" they said in unison. I kind of wish we got more Thalia and Zoe interactions... they would've made such a great enemies to lovers dynamic, if Zoe didn't die
"Get away from my daughter!" Dr Chase called down, and his machine gun burst to life, peppering the ground with bullet holes and startling the whole group of monsters into scattering. "Dad?" yelled Annabeth in disbelief.
Grover went off with his satyr friends to spread the word about our strange encounter with the magic of Pan. Within an hour, the satyrs were all running around agitated, asking where the nearest espresso bar was.
"No," I said. "I choose the prophecy. It will be about me." "Why are you saying that?" she cried. "You want to be responsible for the whole world?" It was the last thing I wanted, but I didn't say that. I knew I had to step up and claim it. "I can't let Nico be in any more danger." I said. might I remind you this boy is 13/14 and has the whole world on his shoulders (both literally at some point and figuratively)
I feel like these are just getting longer and longer but again, I will be back for part 4!
#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#pjo series#pjo disney+#the titans curse#rick riordan#perseus jackson#annabeth chase#grover underwood#rachel dare#thalia grace#bianca di angelo#nico di angelo
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Ok so Buck is getting a meta before I write my 7x03 meta and itâs all because of this still we just got!
We havenât seen Buck in blue jeans (heâs worn jeans theyâve just always been super black) since season 2x01 - you know when Eddie rocked up at the station and put his shirt on - yeah youâre all thinking what Iâm thinking arenât you!!! The parallels of that jealous Buck and upcoming jealous Buck keep on paralleling. Putting him back in this style of jeans now is so very deliberate and interesting - if you ask me itâs playing not only into jealous Buck, but also into Buck and his hamster wheel - itâs playing on the whole buck 1.0 upgrade to 2.0 etc - thereâs something about the fact that Buck essentially stops wearing jeans when he bonds with Eddie - something in the idea that that was the moment he was being both more true to himself, but also hiding a part of himself as well - itâs almost as if the intention is to parallel and revisit some of earlier Buck and explore him opening up the part he hid. Now with the context of Buck in s2 being in a (intense for him) relationship thatâs shifted and ended without him knowing/ accepting it and a new guy coming on the scene sparking jealousy before creating a strong bond, and the parallel/juxtaposition of what weâre about to see - new guy sparking jealousy and presenting a threat to his status quo whilst he shares an intense bond with Eddie is a pretty interesting concept - the idea that they may be playing into the beginning of Buck recognising that his relationship with Eddie is changing and different in the same way he slowly figured out Abby had left him - only this time itâs changing in the opposite direction - stronger more unbreakable and allows him to be his true self - well that would be an amazing piece of storytelling in my opinion.
Now obviously alayna and the wardrobe team wouldnât have known way back in the beginning of s2 that the story was going to head in this direction, but a great designer can make choices that they made in previous seasons work for them in future ones. So to me it feels like this sudden switch back to jeans is deliberate and about tying into the past to move and change things in the present/future. Alayna knows the full arc Buck is on and the fact sheâs chosen now to do this when she couldâve done it at any point or not done it at all tells me all I need to know!
Would you like some other things weâve got going on with this outfit?? I thought you would and Iâm here to serve!
Weâve seen Buck in a spotty shirt like this one exactly twice before - 2x14 when heâs at a diner with Maddie talking about Buck finding his own apartment and Maddie going back to hers and going on her second first date with Chim.
Side bar - This is the episode we âhearâ of Tommy in the present tense - funnily enough to save Eddie - which in light of Eddie Tommy bestism were about to get is making me chuckle (itâs clever writing and retcon) in technical terms itâs the only reference we have of him as still working for LAFD - all his other appearances are in begins episodes so âhistoricalâ rather than in the present!
And then we see a different spotty shirt when he goes to see Chase Mackey in 3x04
Thereâs also the other dark short sleeved button ups we see him in - not spotty, but striped - the one in 4x14 when Taylor comes back,
The most awkward I love you in the history of television in 5x09 has Buck in dark navy blue with vertical stripes (I donât have the ref picture handy as Iâm on my phone but Iâll come back and add it later đđ€)
Then we have 6x10 and the buckley-Han family get together where everyone finds out buck has donated his sperm to Connor and Kameron
All of these scenes are pretty key moments in Bucks arcs and what I find interesting (with the exception of the first one - 2x14 which kind of fits but also doesnât) is that they are all moments that lead to developmental regression by Buck - under the guise of growth - moments when he thinks heâs moving forward but is in fact either side stepping or going backwards. Suing Bobby and the fire department is obviously the loudest of these moments, but they all fall into this category.
2x14 is perhaps the most interesting and relevant (what with the pattern being almost the same) in reality itâs a scene about Maddie moving forward and getting on with her life - that happens to also include buck getting his own apartment rather than camping out in her dining room. Thing is Maddie talks about going to therapy and putting in the work to feel and find normal in the aftermath of a major traumatic event. In some ways the chase Mackey spotted shirt kind of also falls into this same category - the aftermath of a major (or two) traumatic event for Buck and him trying to get back to his normal (heâs just going about it all wrong)
And here in season 7 we have Buck back in a dark short sleeved spotty shirt in the aftermath of a major traumatic event (Bobby and Athenas Cruise disaster - he couldve lost his dad) trying to get back to normal (something weâve seen him trying to do for the back half of s6 obviously) and I canât help but wonder - with Oliver talking about Buck getting off the hamster wheel heâs been stuck on - whatever happens whilst Buck is in this shirt is going to be a major catalyst for him. its going to set him off on his arc for this season and we'll to put in the work his sister did post killing Doug and actually move forward and learn about himself in the process. What that looks like I donât know but the scene this is from is going to be key to his escape from repeating his past mistakes and actually growing towards his happiness.
The costume department havenât let me down yet so Iâm feeling pretty excited for that scene!
#Iâm telling you this scene is the catalyst!!!#mini meta#buck costume meta#kym costume meta#911 stills#911 spoilers#911 abc#evan 'buck' buckley#7x04
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Saffron is not in the habit of visiting other peopleâs houses for dinner, with the exception of her fatherâs, and the experience feels novel and sophisticated. Tom and Helene are charming hosts, and Heleneâs cooking is delicious.  Too bad that Connor seems mired in some kind of impenetrable sulk; his parents donât seem to notice that anything is awry, however, and continue to chat merrily between themselves and to Saffron. Â
âThis is quite a momentous occasion, Connor bringing a young lady home to meet us,â says Tom, resting his elbows on the table and turning the full force of his attention on her. âIsnât that right, Helene?â
âYes, it is,â smiles Helene. âYou must be very special, Saffron.â
âOf course she is,â scowls Connor.
âSaffron, Connor tells us that you are blessed with brains as well as beauty and have been tutoring him in Economics,â says Tom. âIn fact, he credits you as being the reason he actually managed to pass this term. Would you agree?â
âNot entirely,â says Saffron with a modest wave of her hand. âConnorâs a great student.â
âOh, come on now,â says Tom with an indulgent smile. Connor's fork hovers in mid-air, as if he is undecided what to do with it; continue using it as an eating utensil, or use it to stab his father in the head? âEveryone at this table knows thatâs not true.â
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A fantilli sister (yes ik this has been done a million times) sitting in the arena before the draft and spotting Connor across the arena and waving at him and that being the first time your brothers find out about you and Connor
beyond proud | cb98
pairing: connor bedard x fantilli!reader
summary: You attended the Draft with your brothers, however you were more than excited to also be able to see your boyfriend on his draft day as well! Your brothers finally found out about your relationship as they watched you and Connor at the draft.
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You sat in between Luca and Adam a smile on your face as Adam grabbed you hand squeezing it. The Chicago Black Hawks made their way to the podium.
You looked over at your brother smiling, knowing he would be the second or third pick. It was well known that your boyfriend Connor would be the first pick. However it was not well known that you were seeing Connor.
"The Chicago Blackhawks are excited to be selecting Connor Bedard as our first overall pick!" They spoke enthousiatically into the mic.
You smiled removing your hand from your brother's, clapping as you watched your boyfriend make his way to the stage.
He walked over shaking a few hands and taking some pictures before sending a wave you way a huge smile plastered onto his face. You smiled waving back leading your brothers to send each other a knowing look.
You smiled even harder as the Columbus Blue Jets announced they had selected you brother. You stood up hugging your brother, "I am so proud of you Adam," You smiled against his shoulder.
He sent a smile down your way before hugging the rest of your family and heading down to the stage.
As the draft ended you saw Connor had texted you asking you to meet him in the lobby. You smiled, "I'll meet you guys at the car," You spoke turning to your family before making your way to the lobby.
As you saw Connor a huge smile plastered across your face, you practically ran into his arms, as his wrapped around you picked you up slightly. You placed a kiss to his cheek ,"I am so beyond proud of you con."
You pulled away from the hug leaning up to kiss him properly.
You heard a pair of throats cleaning behind you seeing your older brothers.
"Connor would you and your family like to come to dinner with us?" Adam asked, placing a pat onto his back, you took Connor's hand smiling at your brothers.
"That'd be great," Connor smiled.
You looked between your boyfriend and brothers realizing that this moment would be one you never forgot.
#connor bedard#connor bedard x reader#connor bedard imagine#connor bedard fic#nhl hockey#connor bedard x oc#hockey#nhl#nhl x reader
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one thing i won't be able to stop thinking about any time soon is mut's 'can i walk to you?' line.
because as much as mut toes the line of rak's temperament sometimes, he's the softest, most respectful boy who only wants the best for rak.
what people don't seem to understand is that rak is like a skittish, wounded animal, the man has trauma up to his eyeballs and he clearly doesn't have any idea how to deal with his emotions when they get this heightened.
mut understands this.
but what's so great about their dynamic is that despite rak's spiky attitude, mut challenges him every step of the way, not only in the bedroom, but by picking him apart piece by piece and exposing all the scary, vulnerable parts of himself that rak has shoved so far into the back of his mind, and when he is suddenly forced to deal with those emotions he snaps. despite having all the money in the world rak's life is a mess. he barely eats, lives on alcohol, snacks, and fumes his way through novel after novel, because he needs to escape his own reality.
mut brings him back to that reality, and it scares the living shit out of him. he's never been this exposed before. so rak tries to justify his decision to bring the man he very much (but pretends not to) care for by 'buying him' because that gives him all the power. or so he thinks. because this power dynamic isn't as black and white as some people think it is. just because rak has the money and the contract doesn't mean he has the power.
mut knows exactly what he's signed up for. and on the surface it may look like an easy buck and several fucks, but that boy has been in love with rak from the moment connor sent him those pictures. and after meeting rak and seeing in person how much the man is struggling to stay together, mut's caring nature has kicked in and he just wants to love and take care of rak the way anyone would want to take care of their loved ones.
their dynamic is going to get worse before it gets better. because rak still hasn't yet realised that what he's feeling is deeper than just sex. and when he gets full blown smacked in the face with his feelings he's likely going to go nuclear and the consequences of that is going to absolutely destroy mut in the process. but it's going to be a really important part of rak's journey to accepting himself and allowing someone else in.
mut's journey is going to be a lot different. he's already very in tune with his own thoughts and feelings and morals, and yet he's still letting rak treat him this way, because despite the fact he claims not to care what people think about him, or that they look down on him, he does care what rak thinks, and so far rak has been pushing and pulling at him in every direction that mut doesn't really know where he stands. he's hot and cold and mut is very clearly in this for the long haul, but i don't think he realises the danger he put himself in when he suggested rak 'buy' his love. because it might just be a way in to rak's heart for him, but to rak it's a whole trauma storm of family shit that needs addressing sooner rather than later.
it's going to bite them both so hard in the arse, and it's going to tear me to fucking smithereens, but i still have high hopes that the issues so blatantly being laid in front of us will be dealt with in the right way and we'll all be able to heal our broken hearts together with some beautiful, tender, sexy, rakmut happily ever after.
#love sea the series#love sea#fortpeat#rakmut#i'm all up in my feels today#i have so much more to say about this show#and this ship#but i'll stop for now
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OCEAN EYES | connor bedard
chapter one.
⎠warnings: swearing, underage drinking.
⎠word count: 3.2k
⎠author's note: omg this is my first time actually publishing something i wrote. the things i do for you, connor bedard. hope u like it <3
âSOMETHING tells me I shouldnât be surprised to see you like this, but I still am.â You hear his voice before you can actually see him, which makes you wipe your tears fast and sigh loudly.
A girl canât cry to her favorite Marvel movie anymore.
âYou should try minding your own business. Itâs super fun,â you say, putting the bowl of popcorn down and pausing the movie.
âWhy would I even do that? Minding yours is way funnier.â Alex says, putting his luggage on the floor and sitting right beside you. You fight the urge to hug him tightly just because you donât want to admit youâve missed him a lot.
âWhat are you even doing here?â
He scoffs. âLast time I checked, this was my house.â
âYou know what I mean,â you roll your eyes. âWhat are you doing here? You werenât supposed to be back in Illinois until tomorrow evening.â
âWell, after yesterdayïżœïżœs W, we thought itâd be great to be back earlier,â he grinned and you sighed, again. You knew what that meant.
Winning equals partying in Hockey world and usually, the party happened at Alexâs house since he had a big ass house, no wife, no parents, no kids. Just an eighteen year old sister living with him before moving to her own apartment.
Having a somewhat famous brother wasnât exactly in your to-do list but here we are. After Alex joined the Blackhawks, everything went upside down in the best way possible. For him, you mean.
For you and my parents it meant going to every game, every party, every important dinner. And even though youâre not complaining at all, it was so much in such little time. So youâre still getting used to it.
But Alex wonât make it any easier. Every time they win and come back home, itâs a party. Your parents stopped showing up after the first oneâ they opened the door of the guest room (where they were staying) to find Donato fucking some random girl. It wasnât exactly his best moment, youâll give him that.
âWhat time does it start?â You ask, starting your movie again.
âEight p.m. sharp. Bedsy will be here so you can be weird together or whatever yâall teenagers do.â
âYouâre just five years older than me, dumbass. Just because you bought your own mansion at twenty-two, doesnât mean that youâre that old.â
âWhatever. The point here is: yâall weird.â
As much as youâd like to prove him otherwise, he isnât one hundred percent wrong.
You and Connor met two years ago, when he and Madi were still living in Sweden. Despite what everyone thinks, some NHL agents already had their eyes on Connor, so theyâd casually invite him (and he always brought Madi with him) to games, including the games your brother would play.
You befriended his sister quickly because, hello, sheâs just the best human being in the entire world (hopes Chloe doesnât hear you) and suddenly, going to his games wasnât that bad anymore.
One day, Madi couldnât go to one of the games, so when you went to chat with her, you just found Connor, chilling by himself.
âHum, hi?â You remember saying, very embarrassed and awkward. You werenât afraid of him, you had spoken to him before and he is friendly, despite what everyone else seems to think. Heâs just. Quiet.
âHi, Ellie,â he answered, taking his eyes off the rink for once. His face was like always: expressionless. âMadi couldnât make it today. Iâm the only Bedard youâll have today, Iâm afraid.â
You laughed, because, what, had he just made a joke? Crazy. Then you sat on the seat beside him and made yourself comfortable, trying to find Alex in the sea of big, aggressive men.
That was kind of the beginning of your friendship. Just like that, you talked his ears off during the entire game, complaining more than speaking, really. Youâre not much of a calm person when it comes to game watching. And whenever you thought he wasnât listening, youâd stop talking, and then heâd look at you and say things like:
âSo? Whereâs the rest of the story? Iâm interested in why you think The Incredible Hulk is the worst Marvel movie.â
And then, when he joined your brotherâs team, you were more than happy. He and Mads got to be closer and you could hang out with her whenever school and her job let you.
âI donât think we are weird. At all. Weâre just not excited about partying every single day like you are.â You replied, trying to distract yourself from the fact that Natasha Romanoff had just died on screen.
It should have been that fucking Clint asshole. Fuck him.
âEvery time I throw a party here, you both just stay on the couch talking and talking, not a single drink in yâallâs hands. I get that you canât really drink yet but at your age I was getting shit faced whenever I had the chance.â
âThat isnât the brag you think it is but fine,â He flipped you off and you smiled. âCan I invite Chloe?â
âI mean, I invited fifty guys to our house, you might as well invite your annoying girlfriend as well.â He used that one tone he always used whenever heâs annoyed and it made you roll your eyes, again.
âShe isnât annoying.â
Even though it isnât a lie, it felt like one. Ever since you started hanging out with the players of Alexâs team more, she started to act weird. And sheâs kind of obsessed with Bedard. But then again, half of the hockey community is so.
No biggie.
âWhatever, loser,â he slapped your forehead and you hit him with the pillow you were resting your head on. âYou stink.â
âYou fucking stink. Go change into something that isnât a suit, weirdo.â
âI will, but not because you asked me to. I was going to do that anyway.â
You smirked. âOf course you were.â
â
EVEN though you didnât plan on staying up the entire night like your brother and some of his teammatesâ the majority of the guys your brother invited were still in his twenties like him, so they don't have big responsibilities like kids or wives or husbandsâ, you still dressed up a bit.
Thankfully this isnât anything fancy, so you just put on a black, silky, maxi skirt, a corset-like tube top and low heels. Since you got lazy and ended up listening to music instead of getting ready, you had to put your hair in a slick bun because it was already eight and you still werenât ready. So, slick bun it is.
Your phone rings and you pick it up, reading Chloeâs texts:
You sent a quick nice and put on some perfume. Itâs not long until you hear a quick knock on my door, followed by a blonde mess that you like to call your best friend.
âHi, oh my God, you look stunning.â You say as soon as you both make eye contact, because Chloeâs just so freaking beautiful.
âI know,â she replies, sitting on your bed. âHow are you?â
âIâm fine. Not really in the mood for partying though.â
âAre you kidding?â She slaps her knees with her hands, a smile on her face. âYou have a houseâ no. Not a house. A mansion full of hot hockey players and youâre not in the mood for partying? What do you mean!â
You shrug. âYou know Iâve never really cared about hockey. I donât see the appeal, if Iâm being honest.â
Itâs true. Even before Alex made it to the NHL, you always thought hockey was just⊠alright. You donât get why people get so excited to see some guys throwing a puck and skating. The fights are always fun to watch, though.
âYouâre crazy,â she says, and you think sheâs probably right. âIs Bedard coming?â
âI donât really know. Maybe?â You replied, turning around and facing her. âMaybe yes. Heâs on the team after all and he did score the last goal.â
âSo. I need you to do something for me.â Chloe replied after a minute or two, and just by seeing the crazy look she has on her face, you knew that this isn't a really good thing.
You sigh. âWhat do you need?â
âI need you to introduce me to him.â
âHim?â You ask, confusion taking over your entire face.
She rolls her eyes. âConnor! I need you to introduce me to Connor!â
You donât know why but her sentence makes your heart beat faster. You donât like this feeling or her words either. But you just swallow your discomfort down and try to keep your expression neutral.
âBedard? Why do you want that? Youâve never even acknowledged him in the past two years.â
âWell, I was waiting for him to make the move, but heâs so oblivious sometimes,â she says, sighing. âHonestly, I thought he liked you. You know, with how close you both are.â
You almost choke on your own spit. âConnor? Liking me?â
âI know it sounds crazy, but you canât really blame me though. Youâre all over each other and you even sit on his lap during movie nights.â
True. But also, not true.
âWell, I do that with all of my friends. I mean, I would do that if I had more friends. Itâs not really my fault I just have you, Madi, Alex and Connor. I can sit on your lap if you want toââ
âEw, not happening,â she fake-gags, making you laugh. âAnyway. Recently he said in an interview that he is single and not interested in anyone in particular. Soo, thatâs my chance!â
You donât know if youâre more weirded out with the fact that she watched one of his interviews or with the fact that she wants to be with him. And what makes you feel even weirder is the fact that you actually can picture them as a couple.
Chloe is your perfect WAG: blonde, rich, tall, good on cameras and gorgeous, even for an eighteen year old, fresh out of high school. Sheâs always at random, fancy parties because she says college isnât for her, so she needs to find a rich, hot husband for herself.
Youâve never really said anything about that because you donât think relying on a man to provide for you is the right decision. You want to get into college and continue to study so you can make your own name, and now that Alexâs known, you will need to work twice as hard to make sure youâre not getting anything just because youâre his sister.
But thinking about Chloe trying to make Connor her husband?
Yeah. It made you feel terrible.
âYeah, I donât know about that, ChloeâŠâ
âWait, what?â Something like anger flashed through her eyes. âYou donât think I have a chance with him? Why?â
âNo, itâs not that, itâs justââ God, why were you feeling like this? Itâs just Connor. A guy you met two years ago. âConnorâs really closed. Weâve never talked about relationships. I donât know how to approach him.â
The smile is back on her face. âThatâs fine. You just have to tell him hi, this is my best friend, chloe. And Iâll do the rest.â
You had a bad feeling about this. And it probably showed in your face because Chloe was frowning, again.
âEllie,â she said, slowly. âDo you like him? Is that why you donât want to introduce us?â
You were the one frowning now. Liking Connor? Seeing him as anything more than a friend? No, what? Crazy. Chloe was nuts. You just didnât want him to get hurt. That was all.
âWhat?! No. No, of course not!â You said, feeling hot. âConnor is just a friend. Like you.â
âSo?â Chloe said, quietly. âYou will introduce us, right?â
âYes,â you replied, without hesitating this time. âPlease, be nice to him.â
âOh, I am going to be nice,â she smirks. âI donât know about the things Iâm planning on doing with him though.â
She laughed out loud and even though you didnât find anything funny, you laughed too. Even if your heart felt like it weighed more than the whole moon.
â
FINDING Bedard wasnât as easy as it sounded.
Even though your brotherâs house was big, it felt crowded with people. Alex said itâd only be fifty guys or so, but he forgot that those fifty guys were bulky and big, so it would feel like his house had at least eighty people there.
The music wasnât extremely loud, it was just a background noise, so everyone could hear each other just fine. And boy, were those hockey men loud.
Every time one of them recognised you, theyâd just shout and raise their arms, with either beer or liquor in his hands. It took you and Chloe at least fifteen minutes to get to the kitchen, so Chloe could get a drink for her and you a diet soda. You hated the taste of alcohol.
âGod, at this point weâre never finding him,â Chloe mumbled, sipping on her beer and making a disgusted face. âYou need to tell your brother to buy some proper beer.â
You chuckled. Despite everything Alex said, heâd probably freak out if you asked for alcohol. âI could always call Bedard. If heâs here, heâll show up.â
âYeah, do that. Iâll go to the bathroom real quick, and Iâll be back.â
You nodded, grabbing your phone and searching for Connorâs number. You finger just a centimeter from the screen, your heart beating fast in your chest, and you wanted to punch yourself when you caught yourself thinking I hope he doesnât answer.
âIâm the worldâs worst best friend,â you mumbled to yourself, disappointed with your own stupid brain.
âThat skirt looks good on you,â you heard Connorâs voice and you looked down fast, checking to see if you had actually called him. When you found your phone still on the contact list, you furrowed your brows. âHi, El.â
You turned around just to see Connor standing there, with his awkward smile and blue eyes. His hair was a bit longer than you remembered but it looked even better than before. He looked good.
You smiled, all that tension from before gone in seconds. âHi, Con. I was literally just about to call you.â You raised your phone, showing it to him.
âYeah?â He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. Hugging him was something that felt so precious because he never really did it with many people, and to think youâre one of the lucky ones? Yeah. Precious.
âYeah,â you replied, hands around his middle, your height difference making the whole thing funnier. You stepped back, looking him in the eye. âIâ I need to⊠hum. Introduce you to someone.â
He raised his brows, just slightly. His face going all-Bedard like again. âIt isnât a boyfriend, is it?â
âNo?â
âThat sounded more like a question than an affirmation. Are you seeing anyone?â
âWhat? No,â you laughed, amused with his answers. âNo, Iâm not. You and Madi would be the first to know if I were, I promise.â
âThen, who is it? Last time you said you had to introduce me to someone, I had to chat for forty minutes with an old lady who thought the Avengers were real.â
âDonât call Susy old!â You threw your arms up, still laughing. âAnd that day was funny as fuck. Also, I see myself in her, so if you donât like her, you probably donât like me as well.â
âBullshit. You know I like you.â He said, blue eyes looking everywhere else but your face.
Your heart did that backflip it always does whenever Bedard says something like that. You smiled.
âI like you too,â you whispered. âBut I need you to meet someone.â
Just before Connor could ask who that someone was, Chloe re-entered the kitchen, slowing her steps when she noticed that Bedard was there.
âGreat, youâre here,â you said, holding one of Chloeâs hands and pushing her closer. âThis is who I wanted you to meet. Chloe, this is Connor Bedard. Con, this is my friend Chloe.â
Chloe reached out her hand to greet him. âHi! Iâm a huge fan. Congrats on your win!â
Connor greeted her back, but his gaze was fixed on your face. It was extremely awkward and uncomfortable, all the tension from earlier coming back. Something that you couldnât really identify flashed through Connorâs eyes and it made you want to scream.
âHi. Thank you.â
Connorâs dry words didnât seem to surprise Chloe. âDo you want to drink something? I make the best Black and Tan in the entire world.â She smiles.
Connor looked at you and you bit your lip, your mouth opening to speak before your brain could stop it. âItâs true. She does.â
âOh, are you drinking now?â He sounded⊠angry?
âNo, of course not,â you scoffed, wishing you had kept your mouth shut. âBut people like it a lot.â
âI canât drink. We have to hit the gym tomorrow morning.â
Blue eyes looked at you again and honestly? You were ready to call it a night and go back to your room, because what the hell. Connor wasnât usually this complicated.
âOh,â Chloe sounded disappointed but then. âThen maybe we can grab some drinks together tomorrow evening?â
Damn, she doesnât give up.
âSure. But El doesnât drink.â He replied, leaning against the kitchen counter, his biceps practically ripping the tight shirt. You reminded yourself to stop staring.
And then you proceeded to remember what heâd just said.
âUm. Iâm not coming,â you were sure your lipstick was already gone with how much you were biting your lip so you switched to picking on the skin around your nails. âI⊠I have⊠well, Iâmââ
âShe has a date.â
You and Connor both looked at Chloe. Your eyes doubled in size and you had to fight the urge to punch her. What the hell was going on with you that night, you wondered.
âDo you?â Connor asked, and he was definitely angry now. His face wasnât showing anything but his eyes told the entire story. They had a storm going on inside of them and he had the same look as he did when that one guy made his teeth bleed during one game.
âThat sounded more like a question than an affirmation. Are you seeing anyone?â
âWhat? No,â you laughed, amused with his answers. âNo, Iâm not. You and Madi would be the first to know if I were, I promise.â
Fuck.
âWell. Itâs nothing serious. Justâ a guy?â It definitely sounded like a question. Lying wasnât exactly your best trait.
âYeah, a guy. So, she canât come. Just you and me,â Chloe continued, grabbing another beer and sipping on it. âCan you pick me up at seven? Iâll text you my address.â
Truthfully, you didnât know how Chloe had the balls to act like this, especially with someone who hasnât shown interest in her at all. Maybe this is what being confident means? You thought to yourself, trying to right her wrongs once more.
Connor just nodded and left the kitchen without saying a word.
âThat went well, huh?â Chloe said, looking happy with the situation.
You just hummed, not wanting to lie more than you already did that night.
God.
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-> CH. 4: WITHOUT TORTURE, THERE IS NO CAMARADERIE
synopsis: you try to get connor and hank to bond. it goes wrong. but connor is nothing if not persistent.
word count: 3.5k
ships: Connor/Reader, Hank Anderson & Reader
notes: raises eyebrow.. looking forward to next chapterrrr đđ not because it's smut like the emoji implies it's because that's when hank tries to kill himself. goodnight sleep tight
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HEAD OF FALSE SECURITY MASTERLIST
When you exit the break room with Connor in tow, Hankâs just arriving at his desk. You immediately make a beeline over â youâd take any excuse to be in any work area besides your own because, despite being a hard worker, you donât really want to work when Hank is so much more entertaining.
You sidle up onto his desk, hot coffee in your hands. When he sees Connor behind you, he turns away and crosses his arms.
âCome now, Hank.â You lean forward. âDonât act like a child.â
He purses his lips and doesnât respond. Just stares straight ahead at his second monitor.
âI get the impression my presence causes you some⊠inconvenience, Lieutenant.â Connor leans over your shoulder, but not intrusively. âIâd like you to know Iâm very sorry about that.â
You glance sideways at him, then look at Hank. Heâs still looking forward.
âIn any case, Iâd like you to know Iâm very happy to be working with you,â Connor tries. âIâm sure weâll make a great team â all three of us! And now that weâre partners, itâd be great to get to know each other better.â
Hank huffs and scratches his nose, but stays stubbornly silent.
âIs there a desk anywhere I could use?â Connor asks.
Hank looks over at you, then glances at Connor. He nods at the desk across from him. âNo oneâs using that one.â
Connor sits at the empty desk. Heâs stiff and straight-backed â the opposite of Hank, who is hunched over as he types.Â
You lean further forward, your hands on your knees. Your voice is low as you speak. âHank, you know you canât ignore him forever.â
Hank doesnât turn to look at you. âI can ignore it as long as I like.â
âListen, Hank,â you say. âYou donât have to like Connor. You donât have to hold hands and sing Kumbaya. It would just go a hell of a lot smoother if you were civil.â
Hank grunts in response.Â
âJust try.â You look over at Connor. âConnor, make conversation.â
Connor thinks for a moment, then looks over at Hank. âYou have a dog, right?â
Hankâs head immediately snaps up. âHow do you know that?â
âThe dog hairs on your chair.â Connorâs eyes flick to the back of Hankâs chair. âI like dogs. Whatâs your dogâs name?â
You bite back a smile. Of course he would like dogs â he practically looks like one. Especially with those soft, brown doe-eyes.Â
Hank looks at Connor like he just smacked him in the face. âWhatâs it to you?â
You lightly kick Hankâs chair. âHank, just humor him.â
Hank purses his lips, then sighs. âSumo. I call him Sumo.â
You turn to Connor and give an encouraging nod, silently telling him to continue. He might be making progress.Â
âDo you listen to Knights of the Black Death?â Connor asks. âI really like that music. Itâs full of⊠energy.â
Hank looks over at Connor, again with a disbelieving look on his face. âYou listen to heavy metal?â
You smile and huff out a quiet laugh. âAre you not listening to heavy metal each time you hear Connor talk?â
âIâm actually primarily made of a lightweight plastic,â Connor chimes. âI weigh a little less than two hundred pounds.â
You draw your lips into a thin line and nod. âNoted.â
Thereâs a moment of silence, then Connor turns to Hank and speaks. âIf you have any files on deviants, Iâd like to take a look at them.â
Hank gestures at you. âJack into the wires.â
Connor looks at you, confused. You hold up your left hand, the one adorned with your polymer glove.Â
âOh.âÂ
You hop off Hankâs desk and move over to Connorâs, leaving your coffee on his desk. You hold out your left hand, and once the star on your palm retracts, the wires from your glove slither out. They move towards Connor, as if they can sense him.
Connor pulls his blazer sleeve and the cuff of his shirt sleeve up, then holds out his hand in kind. He turns his hand palm-up and touches the inside of his wrist, just over his artificial, painted-on veins. With a small hiss, his skin opens and reveals a six-hole port.
You take his wrist in a way so that your palm is resting right over the port. You hear the wires click as they jack into their respective places, then Connorâs fingers tense around your wrist.Â
You look up and meet his eyes. His LED flickers yellow and his eyelids flutter as he connects with your artificial cyber-system. A request pops up in the corner of your eye:
> Android âConnorâ (model RK800) requesting folder: DPD Deviant Case Files (243 items).
You nod. Now, a confirmation:Â
> Confirm transfer of folder: DPD Deviant Case Files (243 items)? Y/N
You look at the Y to confirm the transfer. A small circle slowly encompasses it, then another pop-up:
> Transfer started to android âConnorâ (model RK800). 17%...
âGive it a few seconds,â you mumble. âItâs a lot of data.â
As you watch the progress meter crawl along, it faintly registers in your mind that this is kind of an intimate gesture. Connorâs holding your wrist and youâre holding his, each of you just⊠standing there. Well, Connorâs sitting down, but still.Â
(And itâs not like you can disconnect! Connor needs these files, and you know heâll hound you if you cut the transfer short.)
> Transfer to android âConnorâ (model RK800): 62%...
âYeah, sorry.â You huff out a nervous laugh. âThereâs an update out for some software for my augmentationsâŠâ
âItâs okay,â Connor says.Â
> Transfer to android âConnorâ (model RK800): 85%...
You swallow your anxious thoughts and needless apologies and just stand there, hyper-aware of Connorâs cool skin on yours.Â
> Transfer to android âConnorâ (model RK800): 99%...
> Transfer to android âConnorâ (model RK800): 100%! Please disconnect.
You try to retract your hand, but Connorâs still got a strong grip on your wrist. With a light shake, he lets go, and you bring your hand away. The wires disconnect and hide back away behind the star.Â
âI also gave you permissions to access files as soon as they come in,â you say. âSo you donât have to keep requesting them from me.â
âThank you, Officer.â Connor nods and turns back to his terminal. âAn AX400 is reported to have assaulted a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation.â
Hank turns away like a petulant child.
âWell. Donât have too much fun without me.â You step back, then pick up your coffee from Hankâs desk. âIâve gotta go back to the android autopsy room â I still need to process the Ortiz android. Iâm making progress, but itâs slow going.â
As you walk away, you can hear Connor get out of his chair. âI understand youâre facing personal issues, Lieutenant, but you need to move past them, and ââ
âHey!â Hank snaps. âDonât talk to me like you know me. Iâm not your friend and I donât need your advice, okay?â
You turn back. Connor is close to Hankâs personal space â too close. You desperately try to get Connorâs attention and make gestures telling him to stop. He glances at you, then pointedly ignores you.
You curse under your breath as Connor leans closer to Hank. âIâve been assigned this mission, Lieutenant. Your other partner may be used to it, but I didnât come here to wait until you feel like working.â
And Lord was that the wrong thing to say. Hank immediately takes Connorâs blazer in his fists and slams him against the plexiglass wall that barricades his desk.Â
âHank!â You hurry over. âHank, think about this.â
He, too, pointedly ignores you. âListen, asshole. If it was up to me, Iâd throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So, stop pissing me off.â
You lay a hand on Hankâs shoulder, causing him to drop Connor. He looks at you, anger still clear on his face.Â
âHank, you know whatâs on the line,â you hiss through gritted teeth. âI need this job. No one else will have me â not with whatâs going on right now. Iâm a Soviet working in American cybersecurity, for fuckâs sake. Now go talk to Chris. Heâs probably got information on that AX400.â
He huffs and turns, quickly walking away. You turn to Connor, then put a hand on his shoulder and shake him gently. âYou okay?â
He glances down at his blazer and smooths it out, then his eyes turn to where Hank is walking away. He looks at you, his face still fallen. âDonât worry about me, Officer.â
âJust donât push him too hard, yes?â You pat his chest and turn away.Â
âI wonât.â
You look over your shoulder at him. âYou promise?â
Connor nods. âI promise.â
As Chris turns a sharp corner, you yelp and grip the grab handle tighter. âĐąŃ ŃĐżŃŃОл?!â
He doesnât respond, just presses the pedal harder. You hope and pray that the airbags are in alright condition â not perfect, just functioning.Â
Chris comes to a squealing stop just outside a motel. âGet out! Weâre hot on its tail!â
You hop out and slam the door behind you, immediately breaking for the nearest officer and barking âWhere did they go?â
He points. âDown the alley!âÂ
You look to your right and see Connor booking it after an android and a child. You run after him â at a considerably slower pace. You hear a second set of footsteps behind you.
You look over your shoulder and see Hank running along with the other officer. You point at the officer. âWhatever you do, donât shoot! We need them alive!â
When you turn back, the deviant has jumped the chain-link fence after helping her child. Connor comes to a halt when he reaches the fence, grasping at the metal.Â
You can just barely see the sign reading AUTOMATED CAR TRACK / VERY HIGH SPEEDS / NO PEDESTRIAN CROSSING! Connor lifts his foot to find a foothold, and â
âConnor!â You snap. âDonât you fucking dare!â
He glances back at you, then continues climbing. âI canât let them get away.â
You reach him and grasp at his arm, pulling at him. âConnor!â
Hank joins your efforts and successfully pulls Connor down. âThey wonât!â He pants. âTheyâll never make it to the other side.â
âI canât take that chance!â Connor steadies his grip on the fence and starts to climb again.Â
You cling to Connorâs shoulder firmly and give him a harsh tug. âHey â youâll get yourself killed!â
Hank pulls at him as well, causing Connorâs foot to slip from its hold, then land on the concrete. âDo not go after âem, Connor. Thatâs an order!â
Connor sets his jaw, still staring through the fence. He thinks for a moment before letting go of the metal, letting Hank yank his hand away. You can see the corner of his lips twitch in something like annoyance or frustration.Â
You step back from the fence and sigh. âWhy was I even called hereâŠ?â
You lean your head back against the headrest of Hankâs passenger seat, then glance outside your window at the food truck across the street. âWould it kill you to eat some borscht or cabbage rolls instead of this shit?â
Hank scoffs as he turns off the ignition. âHell, maybe.â
He gets out of the car and slams the door shut. You huff out a laugh as heâs nearly hit by a car while crossing the street.Â
You lean forward and pop Hankâs glove box open. Sure enough, you find a small, half-full flask behind a box of .44 bullets. Anderson is engraved on the front in neat Courier New. Itâs a gift you remember giving Hank before⊠all this. You pull it out, uncap it, and smell.Â
âEugh.â You wrinkle your nose. âWhiskey.â
âDo you not like whiskey, Officer?â Connor asks from the backseat.Â
âNot my favorite, but I was taught not to complain about my liquor.â You take a sip. âYeah⊠more nutty than Iâd like.â
Connor shifts so that heâs leaning over the console. âItâs currently 3:03 PM. Do you make a habit out of day drinking?â
You laugh as you look over at him. âYou say that like there wasnât just an alcoholic in the driverâs seat.â
Connor nods. âFair enough.â
âCâmon.â You tuck the flask into your inner jacket pocket and pop open the door. âLetâs join the Lieutenant.â
You hop out of the car and Connor follows. You cross the street safely and stand beside Hank, watching as he forks over money to Pedro.
âHey, Pedro.â You nod. âWhatâve you got on the block today?â
âHorse racinâ,â he says. âYou in?â
âĐœĐ”Ń,â you say. âNot my style.â
âAlright, alright.â He backs away, holding his hands up. âIâll come back with somethinâ that suits your tastes, russki. Count on it!â
You smile at him and nod. When you turn, you point at a sign on the back wall of the food truck. âOrder me a lemonade?â
âGoddamn communist,â Hank grumbles. But heâs smiling, so you know he doesnât mean it. âAlways expectinâ handouts.â
âHank, you always get your food for free.â You smile at him. âI donât want to be out of a whole two dollars.â
Hank scoffs and rolls his eyes. âFuckinâ⊠whatever. Gary! Add a lemonade.â
Gary doesnât turn to acknowledge Hank. He just grunts as he continues to work on the grill.Â
You glance back as Connorâs footsteps sound behind you. You sidestep so that Connor can stand next to Hank. âNice of you to join us.â
âWhat is your problem?â Hank sighs. âDonât you ever do as youâre told? Look, you donât need to follow us around like a⊠a poodle!â
Connor leans in slightly. âIâm sorry for my behavior back at the police station. I didnât mean to be unpleasant.â
âOh, wowâŠâ Hank laughs. âYouâve even got a brown-nosing apology program! Guys at CyberLife thought of everything, huh?â
Gary turns around, two drinks in hand. He sets them down, then fetches Hankâs burger. You take your lemonade as Hank accepts his burger and soda.Â
âThanks Gary, Iâm starvinâ.â Hank turns and walks away with you trailing after him.Â
Gary gestures at Connor. âHey, donât leave that thing here!â
âHah! Not a chance,â Hank says. âFollows us everywhere.â
And just like he said, Connor walks after you. He leans against the standing table you and Hank have stationed yourselves at.
âI donât want to alarm you both,â Connor says. âBut I think your friends are engaged in illegal activities.â
You snort, leaning on your elbows onto the table. âYou think so?â
âI do,â Connor insists, worry evident in his voice.
âWell, everybody does what they have to to get by. As long as theyâre not hurtinâ anybodyâŠâ Hank shrugs. âI donât bother âem.â
Hank takes a bite and chews as Connor thinks about that. You take a sip of your lemonade â citrusy and sweet. Just the way you like.
âThis morning, when we were chasing those deviantsâŠâ Connor says. âWhy didnât you want me to cross the highway?â
ââCause you couldâve been killed!â Hank says, as if itâs the most obvious thing ever.
A warm feeling blooms in your chest when you realize that Hank maybe, possibly, you-really-hope-he-does care about Connor (if only a little bit).Â
âAnd I donât like filling out paperwork for damaged equipment,â Hank quickly corrects. But the fuzzy feeling that comes from possibly connecting two friends doesnât go away.
âIs there anything youâd like to know about me?â Connor asks.
Before you can answer, Hank says: âHell no!â He holds up a hand. âWell, yeah. Whyâd they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?â
You giggle quietly as you bring the straw of your drink to your lips.Â
âCyberLife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans,â Connor says. âBoth my appearance and voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration.â
You hum and take a sip of lemonade, but immediately choke and spit it out when Hank says âWell, they fucked up.â
You turn away and continue to cough, tears welling in your eyes. âĐĐŸĐ¶Đ” ĐżŃĐ°ĐČŃĐč! Thatâs the second fucking time!â
Hank pats your back as you continue to recover. You inhale sharply and clear your throat before taking another sip of lemonade to quell the burn.
âShit, you good?â Hank asks.
âStop being funny.â You try to sound stern, but you canât fight the smile on your face. âYouâre actively hurting me.â
Hank laughs and puts a hand up. âIâll try, Iâll try.â
âLetâs return to our sheep.â You clear your throat one last time. âConnor, did you get the document I sent you? The one outlining the autopsy.â
âYes.â Connorâs LED flickers yellow and his eyelids flutter as he retrieves it. âThe current theory is that a mutation occurs in the software of some androids, which can lead to them emulating human emotions. This could be brought on by distressing situations, like being the victim of or witnessing extraordinary physical violence.â
Hank cuts in. âIn English, please.â
âThey donât really⊠feel emotions,â Connor says. âThey just get overwhelmed by irrational instructions, which can lead to unpredictable behavior. It could be triggered by being in a stressful situation, like being the victim of or in the presence of violent behavior.â
âEmotions always screw everything up.â Hankâs eyes flit to you. âMaybe androids arenât as different from us as we thought.â
You purse your lips and look down at the table. âĐŒĐŸĐ¶Đ”Ń Đ±ŃŃŃâŠâ You mumble.
Hank turns back to Connor. âYou ever dealt with deviants before?â
Connorâs face falls as he looks to the side. His eyebrows furrow a little, like heâs remembering something terrible.
âA few months back,â he eventually says. âA deviant was threatening to jump off the roof with a little girl. I managed to save her.â
âWas it a PL600?â You ask. âBack in August?â
âYes,â Connor says, a little surprised. âHow do you know that?â
âI did the autopsy.â You take a sip of your drink. âIt was before I was officially put on the case. It was a frustrating one, at best. The snipers used bullets of a much higher caliber than needed.â
Connor hums, looking down at the table. For a moment, the only sounds are the patter of the onslaught of rain and the music from Garyâs truck.
âSo I guess youâve done all your homework, right?â Hank asks. âKnow everything there is to know about us?â
Connor tilts his head towards you. âThey were actually rather forthcoming with information about themselves. But it was harder to find information about you, Lieutenant.â
âYou sound like a stalker,â you mutter under your breath and smile.Â
âI know you graduated top of your class. You made a name for yourself in several cases, and became the youngest lieutenant in Detroit.â Connor pauses. âI also know youâve received several disciplinary warnings in recent years, andâŠâ His voice drops in volume. âYou spend a lot of time in bars.â
Hank hums. âSo, whatâs your conclusion on the alcoholic and the russki?â
âI think that working with officers with issues, both personal and political, is an added challenge, but⊠adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features.â He smirks and gives Hank a sly wink.
You inhale sharply and avert your eyes. Just like this morning, you can feel your face start to warm. (And itâs not even like it was a flirtatious wink! It was friendly â you think. You hope. You really, really hope he sent Hank a friendly wink.)
Connorâs eyes twitch and his LED flickers yellow. His eyes become unfocused and stare into the distance before he comes back.Â
âI just got a report of a suspected deviant. Itâs a few blocks away.â He tilts his head to the side. âWe should go have a look.â
Connor pulls away from the table and gives it a pat. âIâll let you both finish. Iâll be in the car if you need me.â
You watch Connor as he crosses the street and gets back into the car. You sigh and lean on the table â youâve got a lot on your mind.Â
âYouâre thinking,â Hank says. âThatâs dangerous.â
âĐĐ°.â You sigh. âItâs Connor.â
Hank scoffs. âNever pegged you as some boy-crazy teenager.â
âIâm not!â You can feel your face flush. âHeâs⊠I donât know how to put it. Intriguing, I guess? Earlier, when I was talking to him in the autopsy room, he showed signs of embarrassment. He didnât blush or anything, but he looked away and pretended like it didnât happen.â
âPretended like what didnât happen?â Hank asks.Â
âIâŠâ You huff and look to the side. âWe were talking and the Maya Plisetskaya Theater just came up in conversation. I was hesitant to tell him that the ballerina robots⊠also operate for other pleasures besides dance. But I did, and he was embarrassed about pressing me for information.â
Hank looks at you. His expression is unreadable. âYou think heâs turning deviant?â
âMaybe. Maybe not.â You glance across the street at where Connorâs still waiting in the car. âThereâs just something about him.â
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