#once I post this imma reblog the post that led to me finding out…

[seven-thewanderer]

just found out the game I’m hyperfixated on has a… not-that-great co(?)-creator (or just creator idk which role the problem-person had)…

I don’t even know what else to say other than just.. why? Why can’t there just be something positive for once?

I just want to be able to interact with a good game this month without having to find out someone involved with it is a groomer.

P l e a s e.

[p1nkfr1day]

blow

eren x black reader

summary: when a rocky start of date night with eren ends well.

warnings: light smut, cursing, use of n word, aave, fingering, happy couple, a little arguing, that’s it I think.

word count: 1.6k

he’s supposed to be taking you on a date and he making y’all late with his unorganized ass. he won’t tell you where you guys are going so therefore it’s a ‘surprise’ date. but it’s not anything too special because you’re wearing casual closing.

he’s supposed to be taking you on a date and he making y’all late with his unorganized ass. he won’t tell you where you guys are going so therefore it’s a ‘surprise’ date. but it’s not anything too special because you’re wearing casual closing.

you were wearing a cute off the shoulder white blouse, some regular dark jeans, with some blue one’s. and you made sure to ask him multiple times if this was good enough for where you were going. eren wore a regular white tee with a brown plaid flannel, some jeans and brown one’s. so you didn’t have to change this time.

he came down the stairs and kissed you on the forehead while pulling you out the door. “wait nigga, let me at least lock my damn door first!” you yelled at him.

“babe stop. you know momma don’t play that.” he looked at you from leaning on the car.

“I told you so many times about calling my momma your momma. she don’t like you fool.”

“she do.”

“she don’t.” you kept going back and forth with him until you got the door locked and walked to the passenger side of the door, getting in and sitting down. seem like every time you wanna go somewhere you gotta wait for eren big nasty ass.

“how you supposed to be taking me on a date but taking forever to get in the car.” you complained from inside the car while eren got in.

“shut up, _____. my god. we not gonna be late, it opens at 9:00” he calmly told you. but you could tell he was getting frustrated with all your complaining.

“boy don’t tell me to shut up. I don’t know what type of hood hooligans you been messing with before me, but you know I don’t play that,” you paused and thought for a second until you continued. “and if it start at nine why the hell you had me getting ready to go at seven.” you asked looking at him crazy.

“calm down baby. and because you know how long you take.” he said smoothly. it instantly gave you butterflies. his voice was soft but stern at the same time.

the time was 8:13 so it probably wouldn’t take you guys long to get there. the drive there was silent, but you guys were both comfortable. he kept his eyes on the road, occasionally looking at you every time he got to a red light, and he would squeeze your thigh with his hand just a little to make you look up at him from your phone.

“we’re here.” he stopped the car in front of the skating rink. you looked up from your phone to the building that had the big words “skating rink” painted on the side and then to eren. you smiled. “baby, can you even skate?” you asked him while interlocking your fingers with his on the arm rest.

“let’s find out.” he said back, kissing your hand.

that’s how you ended up here. in the dim building with fluorescent lights flashing everywhere and skating to ‘can we talk’ with a bounce beat in the back. (sorry y’all, I’m from New Orleans and our staking rink play old school bounce.😭) eren was behind you, holding your hand as you went around the rink trying not to laugh at him.

he looks like a lost puppy following behind you, almost falling many times but balancing himself out and pushing forward. it took him a good hour to learn how to skate right. “baby slow down, I just got the hang of it.” he yelled over the music. you only giggled and kept skating.

the place smelled like cologne (axe), fabric freshener and feet. but it was still fun and you were glad eren brought you here and tried to skate even when he couldn’t. it made you feel bad for starting with him in the car and in the house before you got here. you wanted to take a break so you led him off the floor to an empty table.

“you having fun?” you asked looking at him sitting across from you.

“I’m having fun anytime I’m with you, _____.” not eren being sweet you thought.

“I’m sorry I was bitching in the car.” you apologized to him.

“you good babe. I know you don’t like last minute stuff, but I felt like we needed this time to ourselves.” he explained while getting up to sit on the side of you.

he wrapped his arm around you and laid his head on top of yours. “uhn uhn boy. I love you and all, but I just got my hair done and I can’t have no fly aways, imma look crazy.” you pushed him off playfully.

“bet.” he said laughing. he got up and went to the dj booth and told the dj to play your favorite song and you jumped up to grab him and skate while singing to him.

“don’t be all under me now, you can’t have fly aways remember?” he says skating away from you. you go after him and grab his arm. “stop playing with me eren.” and you started singing to him. he only laughed, but started singing with you.

after about two hours of skating eren took you to Buffalo Wild Wings to eat, because lord knows the food at the skating rink was too high to be so nasty.

he took a couple of pictures at the skating rink, and had other people that pictures of you guys together. there was one where you were sitting on his lap and smiling at the camera but he was looking at you, another one where he was looking at you and you looked back at him smiling, another one where you guys were in the rink holding hands skating and you guys also took pictures in the photo booth they had there.

he posted them all on his Instagram in a thread and captioned it date night. little did everyone know that skating and dining in a restaurant wasn’t the only thing you guys did.

once you guys finished eating, he took you to his house where zeke was out of town and it would be just you and him.

he kissed you as soon as you got into the door and started to feel on your body. he took his flannel off, then his shirt. eren picked you up and brought you over to the sofa still kissing you.

“you taste like ranch.” eren commented, then went back to kissing you.

“then stop kissing me nigga.” you pushed him off and he laughed.

“I didn’t say that I didn’t like it.” he whispered into your ear. it gave you chills. (ms. kitty was most definitely purring.) you kicked your shoes off and unbuttoned your jeans still kissing eren losing your breath. he pulled the jeans off of you and cupped your heat.

“shit.” he sighed almost happily. he knew what he was doing to you and it made yours face heat up. lucky he couldn’t see that shit, thank melanin.

“‘ren stop teasing me please.” you begged and led his hand to your clit. before you knew it, his hand was already inside your underwear.

“you’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, palming your soaking folds before moving two fingers to play with your clit. His fingers, covered in your slick allowed him to move against the sensitive bud with delicate, circular strokes.

you were gripping his forearm with your nails digging into his skin as you tried to hold back your moans. it was hard. it was so hard. you found it hard to stop your moans because when he suddenly sunk two fingers inside without warning, you lost it.

your whimpers echoed through eren’s apartment while he slipped his fingers in and out of you. he only buried half, until he had his two whole fingers reaching your most sensitive spot. your eyes were half-lidded but he enjoyed the look on your face as he toyed with your tight cunt.

with every passing second you got closer and closer to your high. your toes were curling and your eyes were in the back of your head, you started shaking and before you knew it your juices were all over him. he looked a little surprised because you weren’t a squirter but he definitely made you one.

“since when did you start sq-“ he started but you cut him off with a groan.

“eren shut up.” the couch was soaked in your slick and god you were lucky that it’s leather or zeke and eren would literally kill you. he laughed a little and told you to get up and get over it. you didnt move so he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. that was not the last time you made a mess everywhere.

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[bobasheebaby]

Hard For Me- Cordonian Ruby chapter ten

Pairing: Olivia x Bastien; Ruby Rys x Beau Larkin

Word count: 1,330

Warnings: none really, it’s a tad angsty with anxiety mixed in

Summary: The group leaves Texas.

A/N: Okay, I think we can be back for at least a few weeks. I started chapter eleven and am still working like crazy on the fluffy ABC’s so hopefully I can get back to Thursday postings. Thanks for bearing with me!

A/N2: A major thanks @sirbeepsalot for all your graping, prereading, editing, and telling me when to let go. I love you boo! Thank you to my snippet reader @loveellamae who screamed appropriately.

Series warnings: character death, blood, surgical procedures done by non medical personnel, may go NSFW in the future. May contain gun violence, knife violence, threats, not sure how dark this will go. By requesting to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I own Ruby, Galen, Lovett, and Beau, I’m borrowing Bastien and Olivia from PB.

Leaving Texas would be the easy part. Even with the tearful goodbyes and the knot that formed in Ruby’s chest as she said goodbye to Beau’s family, she knew there was a much harder battle looming ahead.

Everything in Cordonia was unknown.

They were headed across the ocean as prepared as they could possibly be; they tried to remain hopeful, but Ruby couldn’t help the worry that grew in her gut the further from Texas they flew.

She’d questioned herself unmercifully if she was being selfish by dragging Beau away and into an uncertain future.

Ruby shifted uncomfortably in her seat, careful not to disturb her husband. Her thumb grazed her rings -- that was one new title she didn’t question for a moment.

She was born a queen but was that the role she was meant to fill? Would her title of queen be long-lived, or would a vendetta she inherited cause her to lose all that she held close?

She let out a frustrated breath. The uncomfortable cramped seats only compounded her frustration. All the moves across the country didn’t prepare her for the journey across the ocean in a plane. Normally she’d fall asleep with her head leaning against the window, today sleep evaded her. Her mind was far too busy as she went over every worry and fear she had.

She attempted to stretch out her long legs. Even sitting in the backseat with both her brothers she had more space than she did in the moment. What she would give to simply be heading to a new state instead of across the sea.

She hated the uncertainty that gnawed at her stomach. She was used to planning and feeling confident in her skills bringing her victory. All she felt was unavoidable fear. Fear that she would lose the only family she’d ever known. Fear that she would be met with an impossible question that led to a more impossible choice.

She was still so young, her life just starting. Was she simply rushing towards the end? Could she come out the other side of this no worse for the wear and triumphant or was she doomed to become barely more than a footnote?

“Everything okay RuRu?” Beau’s voice was low and laced with sleep.

Ruby internally sighed, she was trying to not disturb anyone. Her eyes scanned over the darkened cabin, everyone else had managed to drift off into a peaceful slumber, even her parents were asleep.

If only her mind would silence and allow her a few hours of reprieve.

She turned, her faint smile barely visible in the low light. “I’m fine,” she forced her voice to stay sure and even. If Beau thought something was bothering her he wouldn’t allow himself to slip back asleep. He’s lost enough today, he should be allowed to sleep.

Guilt once more clouded her heart and mind. She could only hold onto the tiny glimmer of hope that she and Beau would soon return to his family and Texas.

“Everything will be fine, I believe in you.” He slipped his hand into hers.

Five years later and she could still be caught completely by surprise at the way he could easily read her. She wanted to believe him so badly, for the first time in her life she lacked trust in herself.

So many lives were counting on her to conquer Bradshaw and return Cordonia to its former glory. Her own family’s lives hung in the balance. Never before had any opponent made her question her own ability.

She only hoped Bradshaw wouldn’t also be the one to make her face eternal defeat ...

- - -

Ruby regarded the street lined with Parisian boutiques. The quaint shops selling anything from pastries, elaborate gowns, to antiques. She couldn’t contain her surprise at how ordinary the street appeared.

Her mind had always conjured images of cobblestone paths, with colorful awnings and tables overlooking the street.

Instead of cobblestones, she was met with paved street, nothing as magical as she had once imagined. The tables were still nestled in front of eateries, and the awnings were colorful enough, though if she hadn’t known she was in Paris she could have almost imagined she was in any other city.

“Mama, are you sure we have time?” Ruby was thankful for the prolonged layover, the ten and a half hour flight preferable to the nearly thirteen-hour it could have been, but wasn’t shopping a frivolous use of their time?

She yearned to be carefree and experience the city of lights at a leisurely pace. To be walking hand in hand with Beau down the streets, nothing more than a couple in love. The memories they could create while exploring the beautiful city.

She could wish on a thousand shooting stars and it wouldn’t change the facts.

This wasn’t a vacation. This was merely a pit stop on the way to Cordonia. A layover used to reconnect with more allies and gather intel that would hopefully aid her in freeing her country from a tyrant.

Perhaps Beau and I can return.

While her future remained uncertain it was essential she held tightly to any shred of hope. While all her plans could vanish in a puff of smoke in an instant they were necessary for her to believe she would succeed in vanquishing her enemies.

“This shopping trip is a necessity I assure you,” Olivia replied as she led Ruby into a lavish boutique.

Ruby instantly felt overwhelmed and out of place as she caught sight of gorgeous gowns. The knot in her stomach grew as she scanned the gowns, the lush fabrics, beading, and lace were so far from her usual tastes. Is this what will be expected of me?

“Ruby, breathe. I know this is new for you, I assure you we will be able to find you a suitable gown that you will feel comfortable in.”

She wanted to believe her mother, but surrounded by gowns of silk and tulle she felt like she was drowning in a world she didn’t know.

“What exactly am I looking for?” Ruby asked as she straightened her back and pushed her doubt down. She needed to act strong and sure, the feeling would soon follow.

“I’m sure you remember Papa and I telling you about the social season,” Ruby nodded for Olivia to continue. “Bradshaw has been carrying on his own version of the tradition, instead of celebrating our country, he means to break us.

The start of the social season is next week. All of the court is expected so it will be easy enough for us to slip in.” Olivia turned towards the dresses, “now let’s find you something that tells Bradshaw you are the wrong royal to fuck with.”

- - -

Ruby hung the garment bag in the closet, her fingers grazing the thick dark fabric.

Her mama had been correct that they would find a gown that made her feel like the queen she was.

She had been surprised to find something that was so perfectly her amidst all the silk and yards of tulle.

She gently placed the bag containing her new shoes and the ornate masks for both her and Beau on the ground.

She turned as she heard an unfamiliar voice mingling with those of her parents and Drake in from the main room of their suite. Ignore their stares, I may look like them but I’m me. They just don’t know how to react.

She steeled herself for the gaping looks and stuttering that would surely come as she stepped into the room.

“Ruby,” Olivia greeted, “this is Maxwell Beaumont, and … where is Hana?”

Maxwell rocked on his feet, “Uh, Hana sends her regards. She wanted to join me, but wasn’t able to leave the country.”

“Why not?” Olivia’s sharp voice rang through the still room.

Maxwell shot Drake a questioning look, “didn’t you tell them?”

“Tell us what?”

Olivia's stern tone nearly gave Maxwell pause. “Hana’s Bradshaw’s mistress.”

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[theycallmebecca]

For the drabble prompts can I have 1 with Chris & Nicki please?

It’s been a long, dang time since I’ve written anything for Chris and Nikki, which meant I had to go back and reread some of the stuff I’d written for them to get back into the flow of them. It was definitely fun and I want to write some more stuff for them.

Before I get on to the story, however, I do need to mention something. While this story takes place in May 2020, the COVID-19 outbreak does not exist in the Chris & Nikki timeline. That is because their mini-series Chris's To Do List (which was written in 2016) would not be possible if COVID-19 existed. It was a hard decision for me to make, but after careful consideration, I have decided to not create a plot hole in this Chris Evans x OFC's timeline.

Title: Birthday Cake

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC (Nikki Evans)

Rating: PG

Prompt: #1 - "Can we make cake? I like cake."

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Because of how tumblr can be silly about links, I will reblog this post with links to the masterlist and the prompt list.

May 2020

Chris smiled as he looked around the table, watching his family eating dinner together. It was nights like this that made him glad that he had decided to take a break from acting for the summer. His kids were growing up so quickly and he didn't want to miss more than he already had. It was still hard for him to believe that his baby girl, Rachel, would be three next month. Let alone that his first baby, Josh, would be seven on his next birthday.

His eyes focused on his middle child, Aiden, whose birthday was just a few days away. The boy had been excited for weeks, reminding them all that his birthday was coming up soon and Chris couldn't help but tease the boy a bit. "You know, I seem to recall that there is a birthday happening soon," he said, playing dumb. "But I just can't remember whose it is." He looked Nikki. "Do you remember?"

Nikki sighed and shook her head. "I can't, but it's on the tip of my tongue," she said playing along. "Is it you, Rachie?"

"Yes! Imma be threeeeeeeee!" the little girl sang out.

"No it's not! It's me!" Aiden exclaimed, glaring at his little sister. "My birthday is on May 9th and that's before June." Then he glanced at his mom. "Right?"

"Right," Nikki confirmed with a smile. "And that means your birthday is this week."

The little boy's eyes popped open wide. "Already!" he exclaimed, making his parents and older brother laugh.

"Already," Chris said with a smile. "I know you and mom planned a party with your classmates, but do you want to do anything fun with the family?"

"Can we make a cake? I like cake," Aiden requested.

"Of course we can make a cake," Nikki told him.

"Can I make a cake with dad?" Aiden asked, his eyes sliding from mom to dad.

Nikki had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at Chris's deer in the headlights look. Reaching under the table, she squeezed Chris's knee and then answered for her husband, "Absolutely. I'm sure dad would love to make a cake with you."

"I can't bake a cake," Chris stated a couple hours later when he and Nikki were alone in their master suite, all three kids in their own beds.

"It's not as hard as you're making it out to be," Nikki assured him. "And you're a much better cook than you were when we got married."

"Keywood there is cook, not bake," Chris pointed out as he followed her out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. "You're the one that does all the fancy baking. Remember that time I tried to bake cookies and it ended up a burnt mess that was just one giant, crispy cookie."

"That doesn't count as a baking fail," Nikki countered. "Because that was the shitty oven that got way too hot and, therefore, not your fault." She laid her hand on his chest. "You don't have to make the cake from scratch. We can use a box mix."

"You're not going to let me out of this are you?" Chris sighed.

"Do you want to disappoint your son?" Nikki asked.

"Of course not," Chris said as he sat down on the bed looking defeated. "But I also don't want to disappoint him and ruin his birthday party."

"You won't ruin his birthday party," Nikki assured him as she kneeled behind him on the bed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "He and I already picked out a cake for his birthday party. The cake you guys will make will only be for the family party on Friday at your mom's."

"Alright," Chris said, giving in. "But I want to run through the directions with you before he and I start. And if there is something you'd do that isn't listed in the directions, tell me so I can do it, too, and not mess up the cake."

"We can do that if it will make you more confident about it," Nikki told him. She kissed his cheek and then pulled away. "Go get ready for bed, love."

When Friday morning finally came around, Chris was still nervous about baking the cake, but Nikki had been coaching him all week. He had helped her and Rachel make cookies and had helped them make banana bread too. The last bit of "training" had come last night after the kids were in bed, he and Nikki had verbally walked through the steps on the back of the cake mix box and now he felt semi prepared.

"Are you ready to make your birthday cake, buddy?" he asked Aiden, who stood on a step stool next to him at the island.

"Yes!" Aiden exclaimed. "Can it have blue frosting?"

"Yes it can," Chris said with more confidence than he felt. Nikki had predicted that their son would want to have a colored frosting and had, therefore, picked up a container of plain white frosting and food coloring to use with it.

He'd asked Nikki to sit at the kitchen table to oversee everything, but she had just kissed his cheek and told him she believed in him. Then she had gone to the office to do some work, leaving him on his own.

"Alright," Chris said, looking at the ingredients that he had taken out of the pantry before calling Aiden into the kitchen. Per Nikki's suggestion, he had also already measured out everything and had them lined up in the order they needed to be put into the stand mixer. "Let's start by washing our hands. And then we'll start adding everything into the bowl."

Once their hands were washed and the oven turned on to preheat, Chris read through the directions aloud one more time. Then he and Aiden started the process of dumping things into the bowl. A process that was surprisingly simple, he realized once it was finished.

By the time the oven beeped, Chris and Aiden had the cake mix dumped into a pan lined with a piece of parchment paper, another of Nikki's suggestions. He made Aiden stay on his step stool while he put the cake into the oven.

With the timer set, father and son worked together to clean up the kitchen, Chris handing non-breakable items to the boy to put in the dishwasher. It made the process slower, but Aiden enjoyed helping.

When the timer went off, Chris checked the cake, putting a toothpick in the center like Nikki had shown him with the banana bread and smiled when it came out clean. He told Aiden to keep back as he pulled the cake out and set it on a cooling rack.

"Can we frost it now?" Aiden asked, excitedly.

"Nope, it's too hot for frosting right now," Chris told him. "We'll have to wait until Josh gets home from school."

Aiden visually deflated and Chris felt like he'd let him down, but Nikki had told him that the cake had to be cool for the frosting or else it would just melt. "Why don't we go see what mommy and Rachel are up to," he suggested. "Maybe we can watch a movie."

Aiden nodded his head and they went off to find the ladies of the house. With Rachel still napping, Aiden got to pick out the movie and allowed his parents to sandwich him on the couch in the playroom while they watched the movie he picked out, Onward. The position eventually led to him stretched out on their laps with his head on his mom's lap, where he ultimately fell asleep.

By the time he and Rachel were up from their naps, Josh was home from school and it was time to frost and decorate the cake. While they worked, Josh sat at the table doing his homework with Nikki looking on as she colored with Rachel.

"Can it be more blue?" Aiden asked as he looked into the bowl that Chris was stirring the now vibrant blue frosting.

"I don't think we want to add any more food color," Chris told him. "I think we're already going to have a hard time seeing your dinosaur candies."

"Oh," Aiden frowned. "Mom, can you take out some of the blue?"

"It's too late for that," Nikki told him. "But you and dad will figure something out."

"My friend Johnny's mom put cookie crumbles on his cake so it looked like the ground," Josh told them. "And mom wouldn't let me have a cookie after school because we're having cake tonight."

"That is a great idea," Chris said with a grin. Grabbing the cookie jar, he pulled out four of the chocolate cookies they'd made earlier in the week and put them in a ziplock bag. Then he handed the bag to Aiden with a spoon. "I'll frost the cake while you break the cookies with a spoon."

What followed was a noisy affair of Aiden beating the cookies and Chris mumbling things under his breath as he attempted to frost the cake. Nikki had helped him take it out of the baking pan earlier and they'd put it on a rectangular cake board that she'd picked up just for this occasion. She'd told him that it was like buttering toast, but it wasn't.

"This is not like buttering toast," he told his wife when she came to check on his progress.

"It doesn't have to be perfect," Nikki reminded him. "Especially if you're going to put cookie crumbs on it." She squeezed his arm gently and then went back to help Josh with his homework.

Three hours later, the whole family was at Chris's mom's house to celebrate Aiden's birthday a day early. They'd dined on pizza from their favorite pizza place, per Aiden's request, and had played bingo for prizes. Now it was time for cake and ice cream, which meant that Chris was nervous all over again.

"Relax," Nikki told him as their moms' took care of cutting the cake and dishing ice cream after they'd all sung happy birthday to Aiden. "It's going to taste great."

And it did, Chris had to admit after he'd taken his first bite. It wasn't the best cake he'd ever eaten, but it wasn't the worst either.

"This cake tastes great, Nikki," her step-brother Mikey said.

"I can't take credit for this one," Nikki told him. "Chris and Aiden made it."

Chris felt himself turning red as all eyes went to him.

"Now that you mention it," his brother Scott started to say, but stopped when his older sister reached over and flicked his ear. "Hey! I was just going to say it was really blue."

"You two did a great job," Lisa told her son and grandson with a big grin.

"Thanks, grammy," Aiden said, proudly. "I think I want to be a baker when I'm big. And then I'll make you a cake that's as big as your house!"

Chris felt a sense of pride as he listened to his son talk about his plans for the future. He'd always promised himself that he'd encourage his kids to pursue their dreams. He had conquered his fear of baking and, in the process, had unknowingly planted a dream in his son's heart. With tears in the corners of his eyes, he reached over and took Nikki's hand. He'd never felt so proud.

[sepira-k]

lol so i’m back here once again. I hope none of you find me annoying for posting shitty drabbles of an au that you probably love. Thank you for all the likes and reblogs of the first two part. Though I would prefer if you can leave me a comment please? 

Dbh reverse au (chap 1 - part 3)

Word count: 936

Like usual, no beta.

OXOX

Admittedly, Connor should have seen this coming.

He blearily remembered himself waking up all those nights ago to Conrad (nicknamed “Nine” due to his abnormal fondness of the number since they were young), who was still in his Swat uniform mind you, making a hole in their living room. Not in a literal sense of course. Nine was pacing around, hair in disarray (most likely due to his helmet), clothes stained with dry blood. He looks agitated. Or was that annoyance on his face? Whatever it was, Connor soon found himself making coffee at two in the morning for both of them, sleepily nodding along to his brother as the later complained about the new android prototype doing whatever the hell it want on his crime scene.

He didn’t quite remember the exact details or how that night ended seeing as he dozed off an hour or so later. What he did recall, however, was the bitch fit he threw when he woke up that morning sore after his twin decided to use him as an impromptu pillow and nearly crushing him as well. Not to mention the blood! So the rant Nine made a few hours prior to that completely slipped from his mind.

When he had actually meet the HK800 for the first time, the memories of that particular late night rant never even popped up. Instead, it was pushed away leaving room for thoughts about the homicide and potential culprit. As well as the method of killing and possible motive.

His brain didn’t even bother to remind him to mention to Nine that he now has an android partner when they meet up for lunch a couple of days later. Though he could be forgiven for forgetting to bring that up because “lunch” was just Nine being overwhelmed with work and decided to kidnap Connor from the Dpd for the younger’s own amusement. The other officer just chuckled as he was carried over his twin’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes! They didn’t even try to stop him or anything! So no one can blame him for not recalling anything.

However admittedly, had he remembered to say something before, this event could have been avoided entirely.

The event, naturally, is Connor trying his best to restrain Nine who was taller and stronger than him from putting a bullet through Hk800’s plastic head. One because it’s going to cost them both a fortune, never mind the fact that the Anderson duo was filthy rich. Two, the thirium is going to stain his nice carpet. And three, Connor was beginning to grow fond of the android, not that the detective was ever going to admit it, at lease not out loud.

But back to the present, Nine is still attempting to go for the gun, Connor is tired and frustrated while Hank is standing there impassively. How did the android get in again?

“You bastard! How dare you break my window!?”

Gazing at the broken remains of glass on the floor, Connor got an educated guess on what probably transpired.

“My apologies, Captain Anderson. I was here to inform you’re brother that a homicide was reported and that his presence was required at the scene of the crime.”

Still unflinching at the face of danger, Hank calmly retorted.

“You broke into our house!” Anger seeped into his words, Nine once again tugged at his restraints with no luck.

“I apologize for my actions. I had tried the door but no one answered so I feared that some thing bad had happened to detective Anderson. As such, it led to me breaking your window. Cyberlife will pay for it later. “

Ah that actually make sense.

“That still doesn’t explain why you slapped me!!”

Wait what?

Connor was shocked to say the least. Nine was slapped? By an android? The chances of that happening was so small, it was practically nonexistent. Yet here he was.

“I…had mistaken you for detective Anderson.”

For the first time that night, something that scarily resembles the human emotion called embarrassment flashed through Hk800’s blue eyes. However it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

“Okay, that’s enough! Nine! He already said sorry so can you please stop. I can’t feel my arms anymore. And Hank! Don’t ever do that again!”

“I will make no such promise.”

An incredulous look was sent the silver haired being’s way. Not that the later cared. However, luckily for Connor and his quickly deteriorating stamina, Nine stopped struggling. And thank god for that!

“Fine.” The younger of the two spat out “But if it tries something like this again, i’m calling in my team.”

With that he stomped away. Foot steps eventually becoming smaller and smaller until Connor can no longer hear them any more.  

“Detective. You still have a homicide to investigate.”

Ah yes. Murder. Again. Woo hoo. So exciting…not.

“Of course. Allow me to change into my uniform first.”

He stepped away. Before pausing to look back at the android. Cautiously scanning the room to make sure that Nine is not around, he finally leaned closer once he deemed the coast cleared.

“I don’t suppose you can send me the footage of you slapping my brother, can you?”

An impish look entered Connor’s face. A grin stretching across his face.

“Of course. I will send you the memory.”

Connor might love his brother but he won’t pass a chance to get some black mail material on him. But hey! That’s what siblings are for, right? Besides, it’s not like Nine doesn’t have black mail material of Connor himself. So they are technically even.

OXOXOX okay imma go now. Thanks for reading. It means a lot to me.