#now with an extra five frames ✨✨

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Rob James-Collier as Martin Evershed ACKLEY BRIDGE

[seth-whumps]

poll results tell me to participate in the Whumperless Whump Event (which i'm going to be affectionately referring to as WWE from now on lmao) and thus. I Made Some Guys.

introduction under the cut if you're interested! the vibe is spy-thriller-with-robots (it's long. i'm very sorry.)

FIRST UP: Jace Vela Journey (relaxed he/him)

Jace, also known as JJ, or popularly as Journey, used to be a hero. His small town didn't really need one, but when things happened, and they were wrong, JJ stepped up. Moving into the big city brought him into scarier territory. He earned the title of Journey--over the course of several months, he planned and executed the downfall of a major superhuman trafficking ring.

However, in the peak of his fame, "Journey" disappeared. JJ was seriously injured (or ill, undecided). He needed time to heal. He's put into cryosleep. So, Journey is presumed dead, until he wakes up five years in the future, when the city has fallen into the worst criminal activity slump it's ever seen. And that's all thanks to:

Morrigan (they/them)

Sometimes called Morri, and public alias Morrigan White, is an android. Personally built to infiltrate, dismantle, and destroy opponents of the company who built them. They can kill without being found. They can manipulate with the most genuine wide smile you've seen. They do what they are commanded to do.

Unlucky for their creators, though, and with Journey presumed dead, Morrigan was never programmed to see JJ as an enemy. And when they meet, JJ takes full advantage of this, and manipulates Morri to his side. It takes too long for Morri to fully wake up. And by that point, they've been used by everyone they've known.

VIBES

I'm aiming for a sort of enemies-to-lovers arc, with blurred lines between platonic and romantic Morrigan often patches JJ up, and when roles are reversed, JJ typically panics--he's completely unfamiliar with android anatomy, and has no idea how to help. JJ does his best to teach Morri how to live as a human; Morrigan helps JJ adjust to the new world.

The two of them remaining friends have pushed them into an "it's us against the world" mentality. Everyone distrusts everyone. They really only have each other to rely on. So when something goes wrong, they end up looking to the other for help.

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so those are my guys. any prompt fills i finish will be tagged just as another entry in the event, with no extra embellishment or rewards--I'm only entering for fun, on the side, and will be focusing on running the event.

also i made them kiss (@whumpbug this one goes out to you)

picrews!!

anyway. thank you. [bows out of frame]

[itsstrange]

Just Take My Hand

Fandom: Chicago PD

Relationship: Jay Halstead x Reader

A/N: Hey Y’all!!! It’s been a while!! I’m sorry I haven’t updated for nearly two months! I’ve just been busy with school (finals are coming) and I’ve also been trying to finish up a Fic for all you Butcher sluts! ��� which is taking me a while since I’m extra like that. BUT ANYWAYS! To keep y’all fed with at least a lil something I’m dropping this antsy fic for all you Halstead Lovers! 💙✨

Just like you, I’m missing him dearly, so let’s pretend together that’s he’s still apart of the show yeah?

Also, credit to owner on the Gif. IF ANYBODY KNOWS THE OWNER LMK PLS!! I couldn’t find their handle! ✨

Summary: Sometimes being a Detective takes a toll on Jay, leaving him to deal with the trauma after work. Luckily, he’s got a light back home to guide him away from the darkness.

Word Count: 745

Warnings: (Yes-ish) Panic Attacks, Comfort, fluff, angst, kissing, Halstead needs FcKiNg Hugs!

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You were awaken by the sound of a door shutting, then the sound of keys landing in their bowl by the entrance. You were use to him coming home late, would even fall back asleep with ease knowing he’s finally home, and safe. However, tonight, it was different. Something inside of you knew, you didn’t know how to explain it other than, you knew. You hear his boots walking down the hall towards your shared bedroom, then the sound of your door gently opening and again hearing him making his way towards the restroom.

You turn to lay on your back and looked to your left where your bathroom was. You can see his shadow from underneath the doorframe. After a minute or so, maybe less, you slowly get out from under the covers and make your way over with bare feet. Once within reach with the door, you slowly turn the handle and pull, revealing a hunched Jay by the sink. Through mirror you can see the his eyes are tightly shut as his head hung low and from the way his entire frame shook with each quick puff he would try and intake, you knew right away.

He was having a panic attack.

“Breathe,” You calmly tell him as you turn him around and grab onto his hand to place it on your chest, “Breathe with me Jay,”

Panicked, wide, blue orbs stare at you, but manages to calm his breathing awhile leaning heavily against the sink and keeping his hand on your chest.

“Breathe Jay. You’re safe,” You softly call out to him, reminding him he’s home, here with you,

Just by his panicked attack you knew the case must’ve been hard, he normally never has an attack after work, if he does then he’s able to control it, but from the way his breathing is coming out in harsh puffs you know it was a tough day and triggered it much harder this time.

One hand still plastered on your chest while the other gripped tightly on the sink, your own hands covered the one on your chest as you watch him try and take in breaths through his nose. They were shaky inhales, making him lose concentration on calming down but as long as he kept listening to your voice as you assured him and kept his eyes on you as you too do the breathing exercise with him, he’d soon get over the attack.

After a good 10 minutes the panic attack subsided, leaving an exhausted Jay leaning heavily against the sink, but it wasn’t long for the tears to start slipping down his face. You were right there once again, assuring him with soft words, letting him engulf you into his arms as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. Every now and then you’d feel warm droplets fall on your shoulder, but you didn’t care, all you did was hug him tighter and continue with your soothing voice.

“Let’s go to bed Jay,” You whisper, he nods but doesn’t let you go, just simply holds you tighter,

A soft faint chuckle escapes from you but you don’t do anything, just remain in his arms until he’s ready to let you go and get in bed, which didn’t happen for another five minutes, but once he did he immediately engulfed you in his arms again once in bed.

“I love you,” He mumbles against your forehead,

You smile, burying your face deeper into his chest, “I love you too,”

He didn’t fall asleep right away and neither did you. Yes your eyes were closed, but you weren’t exactly falling asleep, not yet at least. His blue eyes were faced up towards the ceiling, mind wondering about, but the way your fingers were lazily drawing shapes against his skin kept him from wondering back to the dark side. Eventually, you began dozing off, your fingers were slowly coming to a stop every once and a while, but what finally made you go to sleep was the soft faint snores coming from Jay.

Slightly opening your eyes you lay still to hear it again, when you hear his faint snore once again, indicating he has fallen asleep, a small smile tugs on the corner of your lips. Softly pecking his bare chest, you rest your head on him once again before slowly drifting away into a peaceful sleep with the love of your life in your arms.

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-Hope y’all enjoyed this short one meanwhile I continue in finishing the next work! I sincerely appreciate y’all’s patience! Love Ya! ♥️✨

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[isaacthedruid]

LOG SHEET #2:

So I just plugged in the microwave and uh, the electricity had a-- green glow to it? That isn’t normal, for sure! But… there’s no going back now!

I got the microwave from Dr. Jennings (who is pretty cool, I mean xe gave me the microwave, right? Xe have to be cool…) who along with Dr. Graham actually seem to approve of my research into my own mutations? Genetics? ...Whatever, they seem to be supportive of it! 

Testing the hypothesis: 

Part one (1): Making the Radioactive Popcorn

I am using regular microwave popcorn that comes in those brown bags, I’m using the brand [REDACTED] but if I get the chance, I’ll try different brands to see if there are different results. 

I’ve set up a camera to film the microwave while it’s microwaving just in case the camera picks up something I don’t see.

I’ve popped it in for the regular two (2) minutes and twenty-five (25) seconds [the extra few seconds help, I promise] and now we wait to see if anythOH SHIT IT”S GREEN!!!!!1!1!!! WTFFFFFFFFF

...

Okay, the popcorn has finished popping and is now cooling down on the counter for a bit. To summarize what just happened: at the one (1) minute mark, the entire microwave (except for the metal shell, of course) began to glow a very vibrant and almost blinding green light, similar to the small electrical jolt that happened earlier…

[Has it glowed like this when they test people (subjects?) in it? I’ll have to ask Dr. Jennings when I email xem this log sheet.]

I let the popcorn finish popping and took it out with oven gloves, just because I’m eating radioactive popcorn doesn’t mean I’m not going to be safe, though… Like William Osman always says, “Safety Third” because you know, I’m still eating radioactive popcorn. 

In case you are wondering, I am wearing big red silicone oven gloves and a set of goggles but they only cover my main set of eyes (which is dumb because I still have to wear my glasses underneath them and the other six (6) eyes go uncovered.)

I have yet to open the bag but I’ll send Dr. J. fifteen bucks if this shit doesn’t have even a little bit of that classic radioactive glow. 

I’m about to open the bag and it seems fine from the outside: no discolouration or foul odour, no glowy green shit (how do you even phrase that scientifically??) so basically, it appears unaffected from the outside.

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While I still am waiting for the popcorn to cool, I just looked at the footage and like I said earlier, at the one (1) minute mark, the microwave glowed an intense green. I only managed to get one frame of it but the rest of the footage was just white and humming whether it’s the same hum as the microwave or something else, I am yet to figure that out. Pretty much all the footage is fried but I will attach the frame at the end of this log, maybe Dr. Jennings or Graham could get something useful from it. 

I just upon the bag and surprisingly there was no green glow, so congrats Dr. J, I’m sending you fifteen (15) dollars. (I hope you buy yourself something nice or just lunch, I guess.) Then again, this is real life and not a comic book, why did I expect it to glow like kryptonite or something??? 

Okay, now to… now to eat the popcorn! And hopefully not die ✨✨✨

Part two (2): Eating the Radioactive Popcorn

I ate the popcorn, what else do you want to say? Like I said earlier there was no discolouration or foul odour, no glowy green shit. It tasted like regular popcorn but I did notice that it gave me the same warm feeling in your chest that comes from drinking alcohol, whatever that might mean. 

This is the end of Log #2, updates with any developments or other things will be found in Log #3

This is isaacSNFLD, subject #15995, signing off…

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[daisies-and-buttercups]

Day 11: Horses - Thomas Shelby x reader

Summary: Thomas doesn’t want you to get involved, to go to the races, to do this and that, treating you like a child. But you’re not one to listen to his warnings.

A/N: The beginning of this was based on a dream (Tommy being upset with me was not the best, but it inspired me to write this so extra points for that) ✨ The more I write for Tommy the more I’m loving him, send help 💕

Words: 1.9k

September prompts here

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Your steps were slow, calculated, avoiding the planks that you knew would creak, sneaking by a habit of yours at this point.  Horses, horses, bets, horses. This, that. Boring stuff, but exciting, in a way. You knew that it wasn’t legitimate business, but that was the thrill, wasn’t it? Knowing that something was wrong, yet doing it anyway. 

“I need someone to go to the races. No gettin’ involved, eh? Just checking that everything works out. No fights, no women. It’s an easy job.” You held your breath, leaning against the door frame, listening, but no other sound came. “I know you’re out there, love. You can come in, if you care about all this so much, but I don’t like people sneaking around.” He was right next to the door, having taken the steps that separated him from it quietly, seeing your shadow darken the hall when you stopped to listen.  You sighed, taking a step towards the door, opening it wide, walking in with your head held high, sitting down and staring at him, your stare not wavering in fear or intimidation.  “Johnny Boy, you can go.” “No!” you shouted, standing up. He was the worst fit for it. You could’ve done the job a million times better, and you knew Thomas was aware of it, but he would never let you earn a job, no matter how simple. “You just sat down, care to stay sitting for a bit longer?” His tone was mocking, and you hated him for it. He was older than you, but he always talked to you as if you were a child, even now that you were well past being one. “I said you could come in, but you’ll have no active part in this conversation.” “Thomas-” “Johnny Boy, get ready for the races, everyone else, you’re good to go.”  You waited for everyone to leave, tapping your foot on the ground to mark each passing second, knowing just how annoying Tom found it.  “Is the tapping gonna go on for long?”  You kept your eyes on him, making it a point to tap your foot five more times, slower, but louder, smiling when you stopped. “I think I should go.” “Finally, we agree. Who knew this day would come? You should go.” He smiled, once again, mockingly, “To the races.”  He laughed at your boldness, shaking his head at the idea. “To the races. And what would you do? You don’t even know how it works.” “I learn quick.” “You get in trouble quicker.” “What about John?” “It’s a simple task, he’ll manage.”  He straightened the papers that lay on the table, feeling his anger rise when your hand found its place on top of the pile, holding it in place. “Oh yeah, it is simple, until he pulls his dick out. Then it could all go to shit in two minutes, but it’s fine, right, ‘cause it’s a simple mistake that you can forgive, if it’s him that makes it.” “Watch your language.”  “I’m an adult, you know? I can say whatever the fuck I want.” “Watch it.”  He had more to worry about than you acting like this, an extra challenge, one he didn’t want. You nodded, looking behind him, unsure of what to say. This wasn’t going anywhere, and there was no point in going on with an argument that you had no desire to start.  “So, you’re finished with your little speech?” He tried, happy to have shut you up, for once. “I’m going to the races.”  His arm swung up, his hand catching you and stopping you before you could turn, his cold stare a warning, but for what you weren’t sure. He didn’t speak, finally letting you go, his frustration concealed by indifference, your footsteps fading away in the distance mocking him, almost. 

You asked John for a lift to the races, swearing that you’d leave him alone the moment you got there. He tried to argue, but ultimately didn’t care, enjoying your company and not really caring about anything else. You were pretty, and he liked having you around, but he knew you were off-limits. He’d still take what he could, though, even if it was just you sitting and chatting with him for a while.  “Not a word to Tommy ‘bout this, yeah?” You nodded, waving at him as you sneaked around, looking for something worth of notice, settling for the stables after some time. You loved horses, always had, and their presence reassured you, calming you.  “What’s a fine lady like you doing here?” You looked up, spotting the young man, leaning on one of the pillars of the stable, hands in his pocket and a handsome smile on his face. He was good looking, with his messy hair, freckled cheeks and bright green eyes. You smiled, standing up and walking closer to him.  “Oh, I was here for the horses, but some company would be nice, maybe.” His cheeks blushed and his smile widened, standing closer to you, his hand tentatively tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.  “And you came here all alone, no one to keep you company? Should I step in and-” “She’s got company. Get back to the horses.” His voice made its way through the stables, loud and clear, making the young boy jump away from you, glancing at you quickly before muttering a quick apology, disappearing somewhere, far enough for you not to see him anymore.  “What are you doing here?”  No answer, just a shrug of his shoulders, his attention fully focused on the horse before him. “I thought you trusted John.” You tried again, walking closer.  “I’m here for you.” “I thought you didn’t care about me.” “Well, I worry for the horses.” “They love me.” “Really? Looks like that one is giving you the side eye.” You turned to see the horse staring at you and tried to hide your laugh with a cough, but he heard it nonetheless, hiding his smile with much more grace.  “You traumatised the poor boy.” you spoke, moving around him. He would never admit that your presence meant something to him, but it was something he couldn’t place. You riled him up, annoyed him to no end, yet he still felt his lips curve up when he knew you were around, and he adored fighting with you, one of the few people that wasn’t scared of him in the slightest.  “Good.” “I’ll never marry if you scare everyone off, Thomas.” “Good.”  You looked at him questioningly, your arms anchoring themselves at your sides, looking just like you did when you scorned him when you were a child. “I mean, yet another man saved from a future with you.”  “You scare my men and I’ll scare your women. We’ll both be alone that way, you know?” He hummed, not really caring. Alone together. “Good day, Thomas. I’m going to see the races.”

“I never got your name.”  You smiled, staring at the boy. You recognised him from the races, still caring for horses, but this time not preparing them for a race.  “You… You’re with Mr. Shelby, I shouldn’t-”  “He’s just someone I know. He didn’t want me there, he wasn’t angry with you, I can assure that.”  “Will. My name.” “Nice to meet you, Will.”  You smiled, walking towards the horse, caressing its mane. “Can I ride her?” “She’s a feisty one.” “I am too.” you replied, looking at the horse with such attention and love. He believed it, that you were feisty, he could see it. He assumed you knew horses, that you had experience with them, so he agreed.  He left you alone eventually, seeing that you were indeed comfortable with the horse, having mounted her with no problems, now sitting on her and caressing her, gently instructing her forward. He felt no need to stay, so he proceeded with his mansions. 

It wasn’t planned, just a quick visit to talk about the plans for the next race, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw you on a horse. His horse.  He’d kill whoever let you ride her. She was dangerous, her calmness as fleeting as your own, and he knew that the odds of this ending well were slim.  He ran down, reaching the fence and jumping over it, approaching you slowly. “Get off her.” His hand was drawn forward as he took slow steps towards you, his best attempt at keeping the horse calm, but his words where sharp, an order, harsh.  “Thomas, you’re really obsessed with me, huh? Can’t even let a day pass without finding me?” “She’s feisty.” “I am too.”  “You are. But if you fall, you’ll get hurt.” “I thought you didn’t care about me.”  His moments stopped, now close enough to reach for the reins, if he needed to, but your words rang in his head, freezing him. You didn’t really believe that, did you? It was the wind, maybe, or a slight movement one of the two made, but the horse didn’t like staying still anymore, rearing up, making you lose your balance and fall backwards. He was quick though, jumping forward and catching you as you fell, pulling both of you on the ground, pushing you away from the mare, his body protecting you as he did so.  You got away, pulling Thomas along with you, your hand clutched tightly in his. He followed you, letting you go when he saw that boy approaching again. He was worried, yes, but not for you. He was worried he’d lose his job, he felt guilty of having committed such a stupid mistake, as he should be.  “Will!” he heard you call, turning away from the two of you and heading back to his horse, caressing it and calming it, your voice barely audible from the blood rush, his heart hammering in his ears.  “Are you alright, miss?”  “Do I look alright?” you asked, your eyes still focused on the man that protected you, seeing him in a new light. 

He wasn’t looking at you, calming the horse as best as he could. You felt the beating of your heart, the fast rhythm still audible in your ears, and you knew that it wasn’t only for the adrenaline you had felt. You ignored the man standing next to you, his questions going unanswered, your eyes now tied to Tommy.  You waited, Will long gone and Thomas still ignoring you, but you wouldn’t leave.  His footsteps grew closer, making you look up, a guilty expression detailing your lineaments.  “You never listen, do you?”  “Not when it comes to you, no.”  He nodded, looking back to the horse.  “I can’t take care of you forever, eh?”  “You could.”  You looked at him, standing and placing a soft kiss on his cheek, as close as you could dare to his mouth, retracting and watching his face, stoic as always. “Thank you, anyway.”  You walked away, too stubborn to ask for a lift, too set on calming your mind with a long walk, leaving him standing there, his hand rising to feel where you had kissed him, the feeling of your lips still there. 

This complicated things more, making the challenge harder, more complicated, but he wasn’t sure that he minded, after all.