#someone give me a kit connor thanks!!

[salvatcrechild]

imagine them together, on a cute little date out in the fields. 🥺

[goldenn-moments]

oh to have someone who loves you so much that just hugging you tight allows them to recharge

when you find a heartbeat that calms the storm in you, hold it close with everything you have.

[valenschmidt]

Got to love people always assuming someone is straight. Heteronormative society. Oliver has as far as we know one long term female partner that he ended things with not too long ago (after nearly a decade it seems). That doesn’t automatically mean he’s straight. As mentioned by yourself, he doesn’t see a difference when having to kiss a man nor a woman. He also alluded to caring more about how a person makes you feel and if they bring happiness to you than gender (in the Men’s Health live from June). He also did a little interview from a few years ago where he said he loved Pose and wanted to be on the show. That is a show about black and brown queer characters in the 80s/90s ballroom scene in New York. The only white guy on that show was Evan Peters (who always works with Ryan Murphy) whose character liked trans women. Simply, if Oliver likes it, he doesn’t care what anyone else has to say.

Hello anon!!!

Right?!?!?! Bt mostly love to get Oliver into their argument saying that he is straight and that is why the kissing looks weird and bla bla bla and...

1st I didn't mention Oliver in that bucktommy post because He is definitely NOT the reason why that kiss (makeout session according to them) looks stiff and awkward

2nd Oliver actually confirmed he doesn't mind kissing men like he really said that it was the same as kissing a woman so the issue was not with him. If he has to tongue kiss a man he will absolutely do it

Also yes he has never actually confirmed his sexuality and even though we only know about his on and off for years ex Hannah, so we can't assume he is straight or not until he himself confirms it and until then, his sexuality is none of our business.

I will be using this post as well to make a clarification

I for one am straight so I never want to assume anyone's sexuality and I don't ever want to press someone to tell me because it is none of my business unless they want to tell me that. If someone is from the lgbtq community and wants to tell me I will be ready to embrace them and thank them for telling me and be as supportive as I can (I am quite literally called Valentina like the ally from that one video so it makes sense 🤣) so everyone from the community will always have a safe space in my blog to talk and I welcome any advice if I step over the line about something

Going back to Oliver, we should not assume he is straight but no one should ever question his sexuality now that Buck has been confirmed bi because he doesn't owe his sexuality to anyone so it pisses me off that bt want to excuse his fave lfjr being stiff while kissing a man by saying they are both straight so of course they are uncomfortable because they are actors but no. It shouldn't be like that... if they are not comfortable then they can say so and talk about it with the intimacy coordinator and Oliver has pretty much confirmed that he isn't uncomfortable so...

And on that topic I don't want a repeat of what Kit Connor went through so this is not for you anon this is just a general thing... If/when Eddie is confirmed gay and buddie gets together I don't want ANYONE talking about Oliver or Ryan's sexualities because they don't owe it to anyone to say anything.

Have a good day anon! Thank you for giving me the space to talk

[chicaotaku-fanfics]

There’s Three of You?! Pt. 9

FINALLY!!! New chapter’s here. I’m sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy it, and again, thank you for giving this story a shot!

Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies.

CHAPTER 9

Will gave me a ride to the hospital today, we spent some hours at Molly’s last night with Jay -I told them about the baby and how I really wanted to strangle the young mother, but they both helped me calm down-, we arrived and checked on our patients, discharged the ones that needed it, and as the day started, we received one of the most complicated cases I’d ever seen.

“Trauma 4. Incoming.” said Maggie, Will and I turned to look, I grabbed my protective glasses and put them on, just like Will did. And just in time.

In came Brett, her partner, Severide and another firefighter holding the chandelier on top of our patient.

“45-year-old male, multiple penetrating injuries to the chest. GCS 12, BP's 90 over palp.” Brett gave us the rundown.

“Did you give him anything for pain?” asked Will

“We've given him 4 morphine and 500 saline.” said Brett’s partner.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Chandelier fell from about 20 feet and landed right on him.” said the Lieutenant.

“How long ago was this?” asked Will.

“Maybe 30 minutes.” answered Severide.

“Did he lose consciousness?” I asked.

“No.” answered Severide again. Now that’s impressive. I got into position, near the other firefighter and close to the patient’s head.”

“All right. Let's get ready to move 'em.” said Will.

“Very gently on my count.” we said at the same time, we looked at each other and nodded. “One, two, three.” we said again and we all lifted, placing the board on the bed.

“Ah!” the poor man moaned in agony.

“All right, can you tell me your name?” asked my brother

“Ru-Russel Ro-Rollins.” answered the patient, very clearly struggling to speak.

“Russel?” asked Connor as he walked up to the patient.

“Connor, oh, thank God. Help me.” said the man on the bed.

“All right, we're going to, bud.” said Connor

“All right, airway's in tact. Get me a set of vitals. Someone draw a gas and get a chest X ray.” ordered my brother.

“You know him?” I asked Connor.

“Since I was a kid. Russel, can you move your fingers and toes?” said Connor.

“I think.” answered Russel with difficulty.

“Where did this happen?” asked Connor.

“At the store.” said a woman’s voice, making Connor turn.

“Claire?” he asked, I turned to look at the woman, then at Connor and then back at the patient.

Not my place to pry in.

“Sat's 90. Heart rate's 124.” said my brother.

“All right, everybody, quiet.” ordered Connor, the room was engulfed in silence, only the monitors were emitting sound. “Russel, take a deep breath for me, huh?” said Connor, having put on his stethoscope and placing it gently on the patient’s left back side.

“I don't hear much on the left side. We're gonna need a chest X-ray. It's not optimal, but we're gonna do it from here.” Connor declared, I started to worry about what might happen if done wrong.

“Am I going to die?” asked Russel

“Hey, Russel, listen to me. No, you are not.” said Connor, I looked at him.

“No, you are gonna be fine, Russel. You're gonna be fine.” said the young woman.

“You have to wait over here.” said April, gently moving her to give us doctors room to work.

The X-ray machine arrived, as well as the coats, I was handed one, as well as everyone else who was close to the patient.

“All right, I'm gonna hold the plate from here. You just shoot as head on as possible, okay?” said Connor.

“Here, Russ. Listen to me. You're doing great, buddy. I just need you to keep as still as possible, please.”

“X-ray. Everyone clear?” said the technician.

“Clear.” we all answered.

The machine makes its distinctive sound, then the sound of the monitors comes back, I’m just waiting to see the result of the X-ray.

“Big hemopneumothorax with some shift. He needs a chest tube.” said my brother, he went to get the tray with the chest tube kit, when Connor pretty much took it from Will’s hands.

“I got it.” said Connor, moving the tray. “Who's the trauma attending on call?” he asked, I saw Will pretty much ripping off his gloves and glasses as he stepped out of the trauma bay, pissed off at being pretty much pushed aside from the case, I stayed behind to help if needed.

I just hope its not…

“Dr. Zanetti.” said April.

God fucking dammit.

“Page her. Tell her we need her down here right now.” ordered Connor.

“Got it.” said April.

“I'm sorry, are you family?” Maggie asked the woman.

“I'm--I'm his employer.” she answered then made a pause. “Claire Rhodes from Dolan Rhodes.” she said then.

“The department store?” asked Maggie

“Yeah.” she answered.

“Dr. Rhodes, is he–” Maggie started, but the woman Claire interrupted her.

“He's my brother.” she said.

That explains why Connor seems to want to avoid his last name… not that I would think of him any differently, he’s one hell of a good doctor.

Just then, my personal nightmare arrived.

“What are we looking at?” Zanetti asked.

“45-year-old male. Impaled glass in his left chest. Arrived hypotensive, but responded to blood and fluids. Left tension pneumo.” answered Connor from where he was finishing with the tube.

“That's a cluster.” she said.

No kidding.

“Oh, God.” I heard Claire say from outside the trauma room. One look from Zanetti and Maggie got moving.

“Ma'am, let me show you where you can wait.” said the head nurse and ushered the distraught woman away.

“Got a chest tube in on the left side.” said Connor.

“Pressure's improved. Base deficit was 8.” I said, just then Zanetti turned to look at me, clearly not expecting that I was even helping with this case.

“We need to get this thing off to see what we're dealing with. What did you sedate him with?” she asked again, turning his attention to Connor.

“Got two of Versed with the chest tube.” said the raven surgeon.

“Which one of you is in charge?” asked Zanetti.

“That's me.” answered Severide.

“I need to remove it without allowing this piece to vibrate in the slightest, so I'm thinking cuts here, here, and here.” she said, signaling the places and parts necessary.

“Yes, ma'am.” the Lieutenant answered.

Then the blonde woman turned to me.

“Hey intern girl, you’re not a surgeon, leave my trauma bay and let us real doctors work.” she said, with that damn self-satisfied smirk and her holier-than-thou attitude I despise so much. Connor’s expression, as well as April’s and Severide’s was one of pure surprise and shock.

“Oh, I’m sorry Your Majesty. First of all, I was one of the primary when the patient arrived, second of all, I’m not an intern, I’m a junior resident now.” As soon as I said that, Zanetti’s expression changed to one of surprise. “Third of all, he’s my patient too. I’m not leaving, deal with it.” I said, she looked like I had just smacked her in the face. I hold my ground.

At some point Reese came in, I didn’t want her to experience Zanetti’s horrible attitude, but there was no escaping that woman’s ego.

“I want a CTA of his chest ASAP. Figure out exactly what's bleeding.” Zanetti said.

“Got to get him on his back before we get him upstairs.” said Connor, getting one of the hand saws to cut the glass.

“Oh, you're gonna use--“ started Reese, but Zanetti cut her off in a very rude way.

“Yes, he is. Can you hold the patient steady please? Thank you.” she said in the worst possible tone.

I was holding the patient’s head, stabilizing his neck.

“Would it kill you, Dr. Zanetti, to be nice? Or is that stick you have so far up your ass that it's your default mood now?” I asked, I then heard a snort come from where Connor was standing, Zanetti looked at me like she wanted to kill me, I didn’t care.

“All right, hang in there, Russ.” said Connor, having regained his composture, turning the saw on and effectively cutting the glass.

“All right, we're gonna flip him over onto his back gently on my count. One, two, three.” Zanetti said, we all moved to reposition Russel.

“Okay.” Connor and I said at the same time.

“All right, let's start to package him up. Newbie, start a femoral line.” said the blonde surgeon. I had moved from my position at the head of the bed to be closer to the exit, but I ended right beside Reese.

Reese got the kit, but started to take too long in Zanetti’s eyes, before she could intervene in the worst way possible, I took charge.

“I got this Reese, Maggie support his neck for me please. Connor, you need any help?” I asked him, he looked at me, I moved my eyes towards Reese and then back at what I was doing, and it was enough for him to take the hint.

“I do, actually. Reese, get over here and help me splint the glass to keep it still.” he said, Reese moved over to him, they got to work. “One wrong move on the way, and he could have a massive hemorrhage.” Connor added as an afterthought, I wanted to slap him, rich guy or not.

I was finishing the line when Zanetti spoke again.

“Maggie?”

“Yep.” asked the head nurse.

“Call the blood bank. Tell them I want five more blood, five plasma, and six platelets typed and crossed.” ordered the blonde surgeon.

“Yes, ma'am.” said Maggie.

“All right, are we ready?” just as Zanetti asked, I covered the line, signaling I was done. And just like that, they rolled the patient out of the ED.

I took off my gloves and glasses, and nodded to Reese to follow me. We made it to an empty room and we both got inside. As soon as I closed the door, I turned to look at the other girl.

“Reese, you good?” I asked her.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“That would be Dr. Zanetti. The trauma surgery attending. A woman who believes that, because she’s a surgeon, she’s better than us 'mere mortals': the ED docs, interns, med students, residents, etc.” I explained, she looked down.

“She’s awful.” said Reese, I snorted.

“Yeah, she is. Don’t let her get you down. You’re talented and a very good student. You’ll make a great doctor one day.” I told her honestly, she looked up and I smiled at her. “Come one, let’s get back to work.” I said, she nodded, then placed her hand on top of mine over her shoulder.

“Thanks Dr. Halstead. I needed that.” she said, I let out the Halstead Chuckle®.

“It’s always a pleasure working with you Reese. If you ever need help with anything, I’m here for you, okay?” I asked her, she nodded, “Oh, and before I forget.” I added, Resse turned to look at me. “Call me Lilly, Dr. Halstead actually gets confusing when there’s two of us.” I say to her with a smile, and just like that, we went back to the ED.

Done! Again, I’m sorry for the delay and I’ll try to post next chapter later today.

Thanks for giving my story a go, love you all!

[cbusch]

The Wild Robot Review

Hello everyone, first off thank you for your patience in this review! It’s been a busy couple of days. Second of all, I’ve just seen this movie and honestly in the beginning, I was just seeing it because of Kit Connor, who is Nick Nelson in the Heartstopper show. However, after seeing this movie, its was simply gorgeous and funny.

My favorite parts:

Animation:First off, this is some of the best animation I’ve ever seen from Dreamworks. The way they were able to capture that nature-esque setting without having it be too overwhelming/stimulating is rare. Each character had a unique way of interpreting their surroundings. From Roz having to find her way around nature, which leads her to question everything she was programmed to do, Fink learning about love while keeping his predation nature, and Brightbill needing to learn how to survive in the wilderness in order to fly for the winter. The animation works in both simplicity and character building. I also loved the immersive the setting was because I felt that I was there too, learning as I watched the movie.

Characters Honestly, there wasn’t a single character that I can’t distinctly remember hating. Okay, other than the other Canadian geese that bullies Brightbill at first mainly because those characters brought me out of the movie and just felt a little stereotypical in my opinion. However, I do understand why they were needed because every animal responds to other animals differently and Brightbill never grew up traditionally to his peers. Still bothered me that there were the “bully characters” but they don’t have a long-lasting part so it made it more tolerable. The relationship between Roz and Brightbill was beautiful. The way Brightbill as a baby instantly falls in love with Roz is realistic and the transition of Roz going from just needing to take care of Brightbill as a task to loving him and becoming more human despite being a robot spoke volumes about what familial love really means and how to raise someone. Fink, Pinktail, Thorn, Longneck, Paddler, and Thunderbolt were also charming characters as they all each gave Brightbill and Roz a chance instead of writing them off as monsters/outcasts like every other animal in the forest. It showed to the community that forests can offer to one another and how that speaks to survival.

Action/Humor: The action is fast-paced for the characters. I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest, unknowing for the characters fate in the movie. Warning: there is a sad death and intense situations involved, however, for the most part the characters stay in tact. The fight scenes feel intense without going over the top. Dreamworks really makes it look like they are fighting for their lives in terms of stakes for our characters and the love they feel for each other.

The jokes are telling without going too far. From the survival jokes (e.g. learning to swim) to motivation, every joke feels perfectly timed and executed by the actors/actresses and I give the credit to writing team.

Voice actors: As I said before, I love Heartstopper, so any chance you have to support the actors in other projects (one other project I saw him in Rocketman). From lupita nyong’o to Mark Hamil (Star Wars, ahhh), Pedro Pascal, Catherine O’ Hara, and Stephanie Hsu-plays the villain to a tee. Made me feel threatened in that theater.

Overall, this is an amazing movie that I recommend everyone seeing if they love animated movies.

[phynewrites]

🩰 Find the Word Tag game 🩰

Aaand another round, this one is from @sm-writes-chaos (here) Thank you for the tag!

Rules: Find your given words in one of your wip and post a snippet of it.

My words: Guess, Hate, Soon, Find

Guess

She wiped her nose and said, “just a guess.”  

“Your guess is good,” he continued. “We didn’t realize there was someone else covering the bastard’s back.”

Hate

And Mary was back to the present. She hated it, that same moment playing over and over again. How badly did she want to go back to that moment. If only every time she remembers it, it would give her a chance to prevent Connor’s death. (welp so that's the premise of my wip basically, you can read more about it here!)

Soon

The thorny trees of the forest soon vanished from where those two walked. Now, they are in an open area filled with flowering bushes. The scent of these flowers seemed familiar to her. She looked into her memory and realized what they were

Find

Jane continued to weep and rushed towards Trish, holding her hand. “Trish, we cannot do that! Absolutely not! We need to find a way out of here, together!” She stood up immediately and tried to search for the building for a way to get out safely. Ava and Barry were frantically opening boxes and looking at shelves for a first aid kit.  

Gently Tagging (no pressure, let me know if you don't like to get tagged) @catchingbigfish @flurrysahin @creatrackers @inseasofgreen

Your words are: Blur, Food, Steel, Mix

[koolkidkook]

Facing a difficult situation as the person I’ve been working to become for so long is such an interesting experience. I now have the inner confidence to be my own confirmation and to be my own teacher. Having just stepped out of one of the hardest mental and spiritual challenges ever, it’s like the feeling of recovering from illness. Where your body no longer aches but you still have a runny nose, the transitional period. It’s this incredible feeling of gaining courage and strength, to be able to look at the devil right in the eye and feel nothing but strength. Though this situation isn’t over quite yet, I’ve learned to be resilient through it all. I’ve learnt what truly matters to me. It’s love above all else, my heart and soul above everything. It’s opening my heart and soul to give this love that has been relentlessly giving me love right back. It’s so special, a love that is not tainted by anything. My love. To open my heart after using the entirety of my existing life keeping it closed off and guarded, it’s so rewarding to know the work I’ve been putting in for myself is paying off in ways I didn’t know could make me feel the fullest. Thank you, for reading through honestly a diary entry of someone you’ve never met before, your presence is appreciated by me.

and with much love, koolkidkook ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

Y’all I’m slowly turning British from watching heartstopper I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO but kit Connor got me like 🤤 I don’t get crushes easily but I understand the thrill for having a crush cause it’s so interesting to find someone genuinely charming and to your tastes!

Ask the universe for a physical embodiment of their love to you cause why not? You deserve it.

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fave shows tag game

Rules: List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly.

bbc sherlock

stranger things

wednesday

heartstopper

shadow and bone

FUN! thanks for the tag @safedistancefrombeingsmart :)

questions and answers after the cut!

1. Who is your favourite character in 2? (stranger things)

ROBIN BUCKLEY! i love her! my lesbian queen! YOU GO GURL. she is closely followed by max mayfield, nancy wheeler and of course eleven. ugh honestly i like the whole squat! hard to decide on just one! but if there's a smartass lesbian, who's a bit of a geek, and an absolute annoying brat...?! yeah i mean obviously she'll be my favorite

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1? (sherlock)

magnussen. what a absolutely disgusting human being... and me calling him a disgusting human is actually me being nice.

3. What's your favourite episode of 4? (heartstopper)

hmm i guess i'll have to go with either s01e03 or s01e08... but i will settle on e3 for now. i love it! the magic of falling in love is just so UGH! omg! YES! cannot WAIT for s2 to come out!!!

4. What is your favourite season of 5? (shadow and bone)

definitely the second!!! it is SO GOOD! finally the crows are (almost) united YASSS. also: all the shippings!!! ugh dead for them!

5. What's your favourite relationship in 3? (wednesday)

definitely enid and wednesday!!! i love them they are huge opposites but they are complementary to each other and eeekkk babies!!! sunshine girl x emo girl?! uhh DUH?!

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2? (stranger things)

eleven and brenner. brenner is a ONE effed up dude and i cannot handle him... i get angry and aggressive every time he is on screen. exploitative, manipulative, gross asshole

7. How long have you watched 1? (sherlock)

hmmm i think i started *actively* watching sherlock in 2016?! have watched a few episodes before when they were on tv... but yeah. yearly rewatches are a must! (can't do it more often tho... but trust me it's enough...)

8. How did you become interested in 3?(wednesday)

i hopped on the train kinda late-ish?! i saw lots of it on social media mostly instagram and was soon pretty intrigued but hesitated because i wasn't sure if you could watch it without knowing anything about the addams family (you can btw in case someone is wondering)

9. Who is your favourite actor in 4? (heartstopper)

hmm gotta be kit connor portraying nick nelson. he just fits so well for this role and he's adorable.

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5? (sherlock, stranger things, shadow and bone)

they are all amazing shows! but i'll have to go with sherlock... kinda obviously if you know my blog... followed by shadow and bone and then stranger things.

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3? (sherlock, wednesday)

sherlock got 13 episodes (including the special: the abdominal bride) plus one mini episode. wednesday got "only" 8 so far and obviously i have watched all of both shows. so it's sherlock for now but not for too long... (wednesday season twooooo 🥳) (i'll never give up on sherlock s5 but... i can admit that it's unli- NO IT WILL HAPPEN!)

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be? (heartstopper)

probably darcy olsson. obnoxious lesbian? - sounds like me

13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5? (wandavision)

i... i don't really have a favorite charcter? i love them all equally? maybe i love wylan a bit more? (or is it nina? or inej? nikolai? jesper?! kaz?! genya? OMG I LOVE THEM ALL) let's just say it is wylan...

if i were the watcher: NOT. simply not.

if i were the screenwriter: probably some horribly angsty death, (maybe caused by jesper, because he is a dumbass) and then he'll die in jesper's arms. wylan all big- and teary-eyed and so so scared but smiley because it's wyaln and jesper the biggest wreck you can imagine because he killed the love of his life. (wow i am definitely evil, WHAT is wrong with me)

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work? (wednesday, heartstopper)

oh ABSOLUTELY! omg imagine wenclair being besties with narlie 🥹🥹🥹 *dead* YES! a thousand times yes!

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple. (sherlock)

mystrade, lol. never really understood why they are shipped because they literally share about 3min of screentime together but... also kinda do get it?! oh and harry watson x molly hooper. adorable. GIMME!

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5? (wednesday or wandavision)

hmmm while i absolutely adore wednesday's cast it is such an incredibly hard thing to find a cast that fits the characters from a book. so there really isn't a question here: it has to be the shadow and bone cast. they are perfect! and i love them!!! aaaahhhh

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wow can you tell i am a lesbian by these answers?

it was fun! thank you smartin' 💚! tagging (but no pressure) @loki-lock @catlock-holmes @booksoversleep and whoever wants to join :)

Fave shows tag game

Rules: List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly.

Life on Mars

Good Omens

Mad Dogs

Loki

Psych

@loki-is-my-kink-awakening Thank you so much for the tag lovely!! Putting my answers to the questions behind the cut 😊

1. Who is your favourite character in 2?

Oh no not this😅 Don't wanna start off totally indecisive but In all honesty Aziraphale and Crowley are such a package deal I've never been able to decide who I liked more so both it is!

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

Probably Frank Morgan since he's meant to give everyone the creeps and totally untrustworthy but if we're talking main cast then Ray because everyone else is just too good ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3. What's your favourite episode of 4?

Episode two THE beloved my one and only 🥺💖 12/10 would gladly watch Owen and Tom sit around chatting and mirroring the cafeteria vibes either as Lokius or themselves for the rest of my days

4. What is your favourite season of 5?

Gotta be S2!! All the earlier seasons are gold so was very tempted by the latter half of S3 but S2's like a tour de force

5. What's your favourite relationship in 3?

Baxter and Quinn would an obvious one since John and Phil are married in every role and this is no exception but the dynamic between Baxter and Rick is so weirdly fascinating?? They just clash so instantly, usually to great disaster but will never stop themselves or learn from their mistakes, absolutely obsessed tbh

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?

I don't really have one?? If pressed I wasn't interested in Anathema and Newt being shoved together for no real reason or the implication of ending up with someone because you're told but I don't have any active dislike for them or their pairing

7. How long have you watched 1?

Well I was pretty late to pick the show up and watched for the first time around three years ago, have since rewatched the entire series at least 5 times in full, and various clips more times than I could ever count lol

8. How did you become interested in 3?

Thank my url namesake, lol. Truly the most stunning TV experience start to finish I've had with a flawless all star cast and just criminally underrated show in general!!

9. Who is your favourite actor in 4?

🤣🤣 Feel as if I've walked right into this one and y'all don't even need to hear the answer but that would be Owen Wilson, whose take on Mobius has honestly been life changing for me 💖

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5?

Oh man as much as I adore Psych I'm stuck between Life on Mars and Good Omens on this one... Oh this is the worst, okay, I'm going... Life on Mars! When taking the point of how much I love both main pairs out of the picture there are more elements of and characters in LoM I think I enjoy more

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

I've watched both fully through multiple times but Life on Mars just edges by with having more episodes so that'll be the one!

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Loki or Ravonna just for sheer proximity of how much time would be spent around Mobius lmao, literally my only primary consideration

13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5?

Laughing so hard at this because ironically my favorite character in Psych has pondered many scenarios potentially resulting in his own death lmao. If necessary he'd probably prefer a blaze of glory gunfight but I don't think he'd mind being taken out by his favorite land mine going off?? "Sweet music. And then…nothin' but red mist." 😂

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work?

Not necessarily unless you mean would it work in terms of turning me on in ways I've yet to experience in this life because yes, yes, and YES 😳😳

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple.

Idk if it would be the most unlikely but Sam and Chris would've been cute and I always enjoyed how earnestly Chris ended up admiring Sam's approach to the work and who he is as a person

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5?

I mean Mad Dogs is my favorite show of all time in part because of how talented the cast is in balancing their roles and I can't see that changing plus I'd follow those guys anywhere

Tagging @faylights, @too-funky, @safedistancefrombeingsmart, @symphony-in-silver, @colourfulwatson, @bebx, @linz33y, @michaelsheens, @veraynes-blog, @aleerax, @abitofboth, @eyeldritch, @lovingvincent, @seekers-who-are-lovers, @z-aliada, and @alternatively-undesignated as always only if y'all feel like it plus anyone else who wants to join! 💕

[mafaldaknows]

I find it interesting that you guys are criticizing the people who forced Kit Connor come out, giving a respect speech and blah blah blah, when you all the time disrespect Timmy by calling him gay every day. I've never seen you guys support his works, it's always saying that he has no chemistry with women, that he only had with Armie and etc. This must be why gossip tiktokers say Charmies is the name of Armie Hammer fans, because that's what you guys are. I've never seen you guys question Armie's sexuality even! Maybe because he lives surrounded by women and has very intimate photos with them, so maybe he's straight. But imagine calling yourselves Charmie and wanting Timmy to come out to defend Armie or wishing his movies would fail just because he didn't defend Armie? This is all within the Charmie fandom and I only saw ONE person criticizing these unbalanced ones, I didn't see the rest of the Charmie fandom defend Timmy. So before coming to Kit's defense, it would be good to assess the hypocrisy within this fandom and understand that respect should be paramount even when it comes to an actor some people dislike.

Are you lost, Anon?

Hello, Anon:

Am I the only one with open anons today? I think you have the wrong number, Darling.

Why not direct your animosity towards someone who’s actually said and done those things you’re accusing me of? Kindly please read my blog first, before you go off hurling insults in the wrong direction.

FWIW, I’m late to the party on being an Armie Hammer fan, though we do share a birthday, so I have no idea what you’re even talking about.

I’m also just one person, and do not claim to represent the Charmie fandom as a whole. The opinions expressed in this blog are wholly my own, and I can only ever speak for myself in this regard.

I find it utterly ludicrous that you would think that I don’t support Timmy’s work and that I don’t defend him. You really should read my tumblr blog sometime, Anon. You might learn something. 😂🤔🤣😜🙃

BTW, replying to your ask is also a great opportunity to showcase the kind of “frothing at the mouth” anonymous requests that I tend to get whenever some similar sort of controversy springs up. So thank you for that, Anon.

I’m not exactly sure who you would need to speak to about your grievances, Anon, but I’m just a simple fan, and not the manager of Charmie. I have no control over what happens outside of this blog in my little corner of the Charmiesphere.

Thanks for your comment. 👉🧭🗺👈🤷🏻‍♀️

[vampiregirl1797]

Moments of Vulnerability

GIF not mine

Word count: 804 (the smallest thing I’ve ever written!)

Summary: Pete’s feeling vulnerable after fighting Connors, so you cock warm him to make him feel better. (Fluffier than it sounds!)

Warnings: cock warming, mentions of wounds, let me know if there’s anything I’m forgetting!

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‘This looks really bad, Pete.’ I murmured, dabbing at the three claw marks that decorated his chest.

‘I know,’ he winced, ‘hurts like a bitch.’

‘What happened?’ I wondered, hoping talking could distract him from me bandaging him up.

‘Dr Connors, he’s injecting himself with the serum I helped him create at Oscorp. It combines lizard DNA and human DNA to give humans the properties lizards have, like the ability to regenerate limbs.’ He explained, and even though his face was creased with pain, his brown eyes lit up; his passion always shone through when he talked about science.

‘Why would he inject himself so soon? You literally just created the new serum not even a week ago.’ I started to gently pat down the last of the three large bandages over his chest.

‘I think he was getting pressure from someone at Oscorp to start human trials.’ He murmured, an expression of guilt taking over his face, ‘I have to stop him, y/n. This is my fault.’

‘Hey.’ I pushed aside the now packed up first-aid kit, ‘this isn’t your fault. He knew that starting human trials now wasn’t the right thing to do. You may have given him the equation, but you didn’t force him to rush the process.’

His eyes were sheened over with tears as he focused his gaze on me, and he seemed to tremble with the effort to hold back his sobs. I pulled him to my chest and gently ran my fingers through his hair, knowing that the action soothed him.

‘This isn’t your fault, Pete.’ I murmured, my heart breaking as his sobs broke free, ‘I know you’re going to help, because that’s the kind of man you are, but please do it knowing that you’re not to blame.’

He didn’t respond until his sobs had dissipated and his tears had dried up. He lifted his head from my chest, and placed a chaste kiss to my lips, lingering so that his lips brushed mine as he whispered, ‘thank you, baby.’

I kissed him again in answer, my fingers clinging to his brown locks as he effortlessly lifted me onto his lap. Once I was settled, my thighs straddling his waist, his hands slid under my shirt, resting on my lower back. After a while his fingertips dipped just barely below the waistband of my sweatpants. When he made no effort to move further, and when his lips lifted from mine to give us a moment to breathe, but didn’t kiss down my neck, I knew what he wanted, what he needed.

It was something we’d discovered a few months ago, and tried it just out of curiosity at first. It was something I’d enjoyed, having Peter that close to me for so long, without it having to be innately sexual. But for Peter, it seemed to settle something inside of him when he was feeling overwhelmed, vulnerable or insecure. He’d only asked to do this with me twice before, but he always seemed hesitant, as if he feared I would deny him. But I would ever make him feel bad for wanting to be inside of me without any further action, especially when it offered him some comfort.

‘Pete.’ I whispered, my hands resting on his shoulders and squeezing, ‘if you want me to cock warm you, you know all you have to do is ask, baby.’

His eyes fluttered shut, his lashes tickling my cheeks as they did.

‘Please, y/n,’ his brown eyes opened, swimming with need and desperation, ‘I need you to cock warm me.’

No further words were needed; instead I let my actions speak for me as I pecked his lips and I stood off his lap. I pulled off my sweats and underwear while he kicked off the bottom half of his suit and shoved it in his backpack. We climbed into bed, Pete lay on his back and he helped me settle over his already hard member with a solid grip on my hips.

I leaned down to touch myself and spread the wetness I found around my entrance and then over his cock. He shuddered at my touch and when I lowered myself down, settling him securely inside my pussy, we both sighed at the feeling. I gently and slowly lowered my face into the side of his neck, allowing him to roll us on our sides and hold me securely to his chest.

‘You feel perfect.’ He sighed sleepily, ‘thank you, baby.’

‘You’re welcome, Pete.’ I murmured back, kissing his collarbone and feeling him shift inside me as I snuggled in deeper. I felt a shudder of pleasure mix with the contentedness I felt in the moment, and I found myself falling asleep with a smile on my face as I listened to Pete’s breathing even out.

[moonmoonthecrabking]

i'm not active in the heartstopper fandom but i just heard the news about how kit connor was forced to come out and i am absolutely disappointed and disgusted.

i'm assuming that the people reading this post agree with me that a person cannot queerbait. queerbaiting, to my knowledge, is a media corporation promising queer representation (often manifested as a kiss and/or relationship, possibly a coming out scene) by leaving hints but never delivering. for example, bbc sherlock and supernatural were classic cases of queerbaiting, building up pairings to be something but one never coming to fruition and the other immediately giving into bury your gays in the third to last episode.

a person cannot queerbait. some people claim that taylor swift queerbaits, at worst she is participating in some erasure of queer history (eg the colour lavender), but she is not promising anyone of her sexuality, currently presenting as straight. kit connor playing a bisexual character was not queerbaiting. people play characters with a different sexuality to their own all the time (i do it in my daily life). if we, as the council of the queers, claim that straight people cannot play gay characters, or are queerbaiting us if they do so, then we are implying that we can only play roles matching to our own identities.

i am aware that there is erasure present in the media, but i believe that sexuality is an aspect of a character that does not have to be mirrored by the actor. the truth from the story ought to come from the writing and production rooms, sure, or by doing thorough research and hiring sensitivity readers.

kit connor is 18. he should not be harassed for any reason, no one should, and especially not for his sexuality. there are so many reasons someone may not be out. coming out is a journey that can only be defined by the person taking it, as we learnt from heartstopper.

heartstopper and nick's journey is deeply personal to me. that doesn't change based on the sexuality of the actor. i am 17. i am bi. i came out to some of my closest friends while watching heartstopper. they are some of the only people i am out to.

i think that some people, the "chronically online 13 year olds", if you will, don't understand that it is not safe for everyone to be out of the closet, for a variety of reasons. accepting your own sexuality may not be as easy as "oh i want to fuck that person of the same gender as me, turns out i'm queer" and dropping it in conversation to your family. for some people, it's like that, and i'm thankful for them that it is. but there are many reasons someone may not want to come out. they may not be safe to come out in their home. they may fear being ostracised for religious or political reasons, but still desire to be part of that pre-existing community. they may lose their jobs. they may lose relationships. i am a practising christian, in a christian family. they overreacted enough when i joined my school's queer group "as an ally" (which i thought was true at the time), promising that, if i were gay, there would be a far longer conversation. that terrifies me. but i'd like to create sapphic art one day. does my refusal to come out beyond a screen invalidate that?

we don't know what kit connor's conditions were. we don't know what he risked in coming out. we don't know what jobs he may lose, what relationships he may lose, what communities he may lose. it is none of our business. no one owes you their sexuality, regardless of their public position or their relationship to you. my heart goes out to kit connor as he traverses this, and i truly hope he has a strong support system.

[just-horrible-things]

‘Verse: Resistance Story: Chewtoy AU, co-author @whump-sprite Timeline: Connor is rescuing Ari from Riven

Bandages [ Prev | Next ]

About an hour out from the city limits, Connor stops for gas. He has the window open in the front to give himself some fresh air, but the heat still going to keep Ari warm in the back. 

She's fast asleep, mouth slack, limbs at ungainly angles in the awkward space. It's almost a shame to wake her. But she starts at the sound of Connor's door.

"Easy," he tells her. "Keep your head down, I'll be back in just a few minutes."

The gas station has a hot food counter, and Connor gets them each a surprisingly appetizing sausage roll as well as sandwiches and chips. They're going to need plenty of energy. 

He parks up to eat – a little out of the way of prying eyes – and looks back to see Ariadne watching him with wary scrutiny. She looks a lot more alert already, to Connor's relief. 

"You can sit up if you like," he tells her. "Are you hungry?" "Yes."

She sits up with none of the caution you'd expect from someone with a couple of dozen open wounds for a back. She doesn't lean back against the seats, but that's about the only concession she makes to her injuries. 

She's still tough, despite everything Maclauren's done to her. 

"Is there coffee?" she asks. "You bet." She accepts it with a murmur of "thanks," drinks deeply, then holds out her hands for food.

Bruises peek from the edges of her borrowed sleeves, and create a deep, blue-purple shadow under her chin. 

She catches Connor looking, and tries to tug her sweater up over her collarbone. 

Even that little gesture helps to ease some of Connor's fears. He wasn't sure how he was going to get her out of the country if she was as sick as she seemed when he found her. 

But she has an appetite, and she's alert, and she doesn't seem to have any trouble sitting up. 

"We're not going back this time," he tells her. She nods hesitantly, and after a second ventures an untrusting "thank you." "We've got a long way to go. If you can get any more sleep in the car, you should. Will you let me take care of your back before we move on?" A sarcastic thought twists her lips for a second, but she keeps it to herself. "Okay," she nods. "I… haven't been able to wash it for a few days. I don't know how bad it is."

"I can stop somewhere a little further from civilization," Connor offers, "so it won't matter if you make noise." "I won't make noise," Ariadne scoffs. Connor nods. "Alright."

He gets the first aid kit and the pile of bandages from the trunk, and Ariadne peels off Connor's sweaters and lays across the seats again to give him access to her back. 

Despite her fears, it doesn't look badly infected. There's a few places where the scabs are discolored yellow and the skin is tight and scarlet between the gashes, but nothing bad enough to scare Connor. 

The back of her sports bra is caked into the dried blood and scabs. Cut edges of the fabric – where the whip must have caught it – seem almost fused to her skin, stray threads disappearing into bloody wounds.

"I might have to cut this off," Connor says, touching a relatively clean spot to let her know what he means. "Go ahead," Ariadne answers. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

There are blunt-nosed scissors in the first aid kit. Connor cuts the fabric at her shoulders and either side of her back, then uses clean water and a bit of folded gauze to loosen the scabs until the blood-soaked cloth will peel easily away. 

More water cleans the excess blood from her skin and dislodges the scabs from the infected wounds. Ariadne doesn't make a sound as Connor wipes the gashes out, only presses her face into the car seat. He stops when there's no trace of pus left, only clean blood.

She hisses through her teeth when he starts applying antiseptic, but she doesn't ask him to slow down. 

Connor brought the largest tub he could get of the ointment the pharmacist recommended for "a cut". He daubs it generously across Ari's back – and it doesn't make her tense right up so he can only assume it isn't unpleasant. 

Then he has her sit up and starts wrapping her in bandages from her neck right down to her hips."Where are we going?" she asks. "Canada."

[Next]

[sunflower-dori]

Just thinking about how important and special Nick Nelson's character is to me as a bisexual bc this is the first time for me where i truly recognized myself and my own experiences on screen. Nick going from "wait i like a dude am i gay" to "wait i still like girls i'm not gay?" to then rewatching pirates of the caribbean and googling bisexuality is literally the realest thing i've ever seen on television, and what makes it even more special is that there's absolutely no negativity surrounding bisexuality. No negative biases about us being so called cheaters and no one saying he's pretending for attention. Just him being bisexual and being allowed to be bisexual.

I felt Seen. And it feels so SO good to watch a tv show and go "wait that's me! That's what i went through!" and to just see yourself in a positive light, in a happy light. Because we deserve to be happy like Nick.

The one thing that absolutely broke me though, was his coming out scene to his mum. It's bittersweet to see someone else's coming out go so well, when you know your own coming out was not that. Seeing how my parents could have reacted and feeling both sad and angry about what I could've had, along with the happiness I feel for Nick in this scene? Most confused sob session i've ever had lmao

I know my parents are never going to watch this show. But my friends will if I ask them. Finally I get to show them what my experience has been like, instead of just telling them and hoping they somehow understand. I told my cousin to watch as well. I was the first person she came out to, because I had come out the night before to all of my cousins. I hope this show gives her the same happiness it gave me. I'm also going to be telling my older cousins with younger kids to watch this show, since it's a beautiful coming of age story whether you're gay or straight.

Thank you Alice Oseman for creating this beautiful story and these characters. Thank you Kit Connor for portraying Nick so perfectly on screen. This show is a special something, and I hope we get news of a season 2 fast.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

((Proposal/Future headcannon)

@multi-ocs-hangout

Rin was happily taking his boyfriend out on their 30th date after the years of them becoming older and even growing closer. Their friends were happy about them being able to fight together and live together. After Tsubasa finally living his life as he wanted, things were good. He had a wonderful boyfriend who finally became a exorcist as he wanted and Tsu did too.However, when on their date Rin left some small clues for a present at the end. He was watching Tsubasa still wearing some gothic clothing he picked for the date and the choker necklace he picked for the outfit.

At first Tsubasa laughed wondering what his Rin-Rin was hiding from him but Rin said it's a surprise. They spent the day going all over town to find the clues with presents of flowers, blue jay doll with a feather necklace. He loved this till the day came to a end showing it was night and them standing out looking at the moon together.

The scene went like this:

"This has been another wonderful date Rin-rin. Thank you so much for this night." Tsubasa smiled sweetly to Rin as they held hands looking at one another.

"No problem. Anything for you, Kit. Though...their is one more surprise I have for you." he said looking at him that Tsubasa tilt his head.

"Rin-rin, you already spoiled me enough today. These gifts are just perfect. I love them so much....I know whatever else you have I'll love it still." He leans in to kiss his cheek but Rin smiled looking at him.

"Well, that's the thing. This last gift is more like...a promise." he said. "A promise?" Tsubasa said softly but he looks to him still holding the gifts. From far away, their friends were waiting for this moment. Rin smiled but gently held Tsubasa’s hand looking at him.

“*Clears throat* Tsubasa Connor, when we first met, it was rather under a different situation. You were alone in the beginning, thinking everyone would just want to know you being a celebrity of the exorcist. However, I saw you as a friend at first. Someone that really needed to be happy no matter what. Me and the others were happy to have met you. Even though it took a while for them to learn the real you. At first, I was worried that you wouldn’t want to grow close but after a while, we all did. You grew close with everyone after a while even when the first days were harsh.” he keeps holding Tsubasa’s hand as he listens to him. Rin kept silent but looks at his hand showing his face flushed pink.

“However, we changed from being friends to boyfriends. You gave me something worth meaning to show that I can be happy. Even if I’m a spawn of Satan. Even with your family killing all demons. But you...as many others like you, were different You didn’t see demons as monsters..just misunderstood. I’m so happy to know that you cared for me that it got us being here in this moment..”

“Rin-rin..” he was about to talk but Rin looks down to see him reach for something from his bag but held up something in his hand. “?????”

“......Tsubasa, I really am happy that I met you. I’m so happy that you came into my life. You changed my life to be more happier because you love me for me. Not because of the title I was given. That is why...I want to give you this final gift and...ask you one thing..” he slowly looks down at his hand before slowly getting on one knee that Tsubasa’s blue eyes widen in shock.

“R..rin-Rin? What are you-” He saw Rin looking up at him but moves his hand showing a red velet box as he opens it showing a engagement ring. It had a gold ring with a red  gem in the color of purple. Their flames blending together to be this new color. Tsubasa’s eyes widen even more to slowly reach up with his other hand, covering his mouth with tears running down his cheeks.

“I know you made my life wonderful Kit, but I hope you will do the same for me too. Tsubasa Connor, will you marry me?”

“.............”

He waited for the answer but looks up seeing tears running down Tsubasa’s face. Did he upset him? Was it too soon? True, they been dating for a long while so he figures.. Before saying, Tsubasa speaks: 

“Y..Yes.....”

“What?” Rin looks at him but saw a smile on his face that Tsubasa sniffs crying.

“Yes; of course I’ll marry you.” he said that Rin smiled to stand up straight, taking the engagment ring out of the box and held up his hand. He carefully slides the ring on his finger and held it. However, Tsubasa quickly jumps in his arms crying more that Rin picks him up spinning him around before bringing him back down kissing him sweetly. This was the start of a wedding to remember!

[sylvanfreckles]

Poisoned (FebuWhump 07)

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Summary: Connor, already suffering from an injury occurred in the line of duty, is put in further danger when he’s unknowingly given tainted thirium. Warning: non-graphic vomiting

(This story takes place in the same series as my first DBH fic, Critical Components. You can read that and this fic on AO3)

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Connor settled into the chair at his desk, still cradling his damaged arm carefully. “I'm fine, Hank.”

Hank was already shaking his head and tugging the android first-aid kit out from under his desk. “Kid, you had nearly half a ton of dead weight hanging from that arm half an hour ago. It's not okay.”

“My internal structure is rated to withstand pressure of up to-”

“You heard what the tech said,” Hank interrupted. “All that weight on your...your servos or joints or whatever.”

With a frown, Connor glanced down at his arm. His internal structure would have taken the weight of the falling cargo container easily, had the floor not given way at that moment. So the container caught him on the shoulder, and before he could push himself free some of the trailing cables had twisted around his arm. There had been a horrible, grinding jerk when he'd stopped, just for a moment, essentially holding the ancient shipping container in place with one arm...then the cables had sheared away his exo-plating and broken two of his fingers as the container plunged into the depths of Lake Michigan.

The DPD tech that had responded to their call was supposed to bring replacement plating to patch over what had been torn away, and Connor's healing program would handle the rest. Except replacing the lost thirium, of course.”

“Damn it,” Hank shoved the first aid box away with a grunt. “Must've used it already.”

“There's some in the break room,” Connor offered and started to stand, but his partner held a hand up and nearly pushed him back into his seat.

“I've got it. You just...sit there.”

Connor complied, a bit gratefully, truth be told. He hadn't told Hank or the tech, but the jarring weight of the cargo container's fall had caused microfractures throughout much of his internal structure. Nothing that wouldn't be healed in a few hours...but it still hurt.

“Here we go!��� Hank announced. He twisted the lid off the bottle of thirium and handed it to Connor with a flourish. “Tech said you need at least two, but there's a whole case in there if you need more.”

“Thanks, Hank,” Connor said with a sigh. He took a long swallow of the thirium and grimaced a little at the texture. It was too thick, and almost sweet. He pulled the bottle away and stared at the label—there were companies other than Cyberlife trying to provide android necessities these days, and this was a brand he hadn't tried before. Maybe they didn't let an actual android test their product before shipping it. Thirium wasn't something he'd ever enjoyed the taste of before, but this was downright disgusting.

Hank was watching him, eyebrows drawn together in concern. Connor tried to give his partner a reassuring glance and downed the rest of the bottle, not quite able to hide the shudder as the last of the thick, cloying liquid passed his lips. The thirium sat heavily in his internal resevoir, like it was too dense to circulate.

“You want the next one?” Hank asked as he reached for the bottle.

“Not yet,” Connor protested, blocking his partner's hand. “I think...I think this brand is too concentrated.”

“Yeah?” Hank picked the bottle of thirium up and squinted at the information on the label. “Hell, I can't tell what any of this says. We need to thin it out or something?”

Connor's stomach churned, warnings flickering at the edges of his vision. “Not that...simple...” he groaned. Error messages flashed before his eyes, and he wrapped his arms around his stomach and doubled over as his entire body seized up.

“Connor? Hey, kid!” Hank was crouching in front of him now, hands on Connor's shoulders, trying to see into his face. “What is it? What's wrong?”

“Con...tam-taminated,” Connor managed to rasp out.

“Contaminated?” Hank's voice rose even as Connor tried to curl away from him. “What the hell?”

Everything lurched, then twisted, and before Connor could reach his trashcan he was vomiting blue blood down the front of his shirt.

Hank swore again and shoved the trashcan between Connor's bent knees. “We need a tech in here!” he hollered over his shoulder.

There was blood in his mouth, lingering on his tongue as he heaved up another mouthful. With mental effort Connor turned on his analysis software and the thirium's composition flooded across his vision.

Ethylene, propylene, butylene, hexylene...it was antifreeze. The thirium had been spiked with antifreeze, though from the taste and consistency it was more accurate to say a bottle of antifreeze had been contaminated with thirium.

“Thirium,” he gasped, voice cracking on another retch and he bent over to spit a mouthful of blue blood into the trashcan. “It's...”

“We've got it, kid,” Hank said. One of the man's big hands was resting on Connor's shoulders, gently sweeping back and forth. It was oddly comforting, though he couldn't quite explain why. “They're hauling the whole damn case down to the lab. Fuck, this is bad.”

“I told you to take it easy, Connor.” The new voice was from a short, stocky man in the all-too-familiar uniform of the DPD android technicians.

“Thirium's bad, Frank,” Hank replied. “Someone put antifreeze in, ruined the whole batch.”

Francisco Jimenez—Frank to his friends—sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Connor, I need to check your thirium levels, is that all right?”

Connor let out a weary nod and leaned back enough for the tech to push his shirt aside and deactivate the panel over his chest compartment. Frank pulled a handheld monitor off of his belt and attached the delicate cable to a nearly invisible port on the housing for Connor's thirium pump.

The android groaned and Hank let out a weary chuckle. “Careful, Frank. He might blow on you.”

“Eh, I've had worse than some bad thirium on me before,” Frank retorted, winking at Connor. He frowned at the screen from the monitor when it finally beeped and gently pulled the wire free, replacing Connor's chest panel. “Sorry, kid. Thirium levels are down to about seventy percent, which is an easy fix...but it looks like contamination's spread through the rest of your supply.”

“What does that mean?” Hank cut in.

Frank had already stowed the handheld monitor and pulled his phone out instead. “Afraid he needs his entire supply flushed and replaced, and I'm detecting some impaired thirium flow so some of the smaller pumps might be damaged. Might need some lines replaced too, and that's just a little above what we can handle here.”

“Come on, you just need to replace it,” Hank protested. “Just pump the bad stuff out and put good stuff in, right?”

“It's not that simple,” the tech explained with a sigh. “Look, Hank...you ever see what antifreeze does if you put it in your gas tank? That stuff's a lot heavier than thirium. As soon as it entered his circulatory system it started gumming everything up. Connor needs his entire thirium supply replaced, and we just can't do that here—not if we don't know how much of our stock is contaminated. And he needs his lines flushed and cleaned to get that crap out of him; antifreeze doesn't just evaporate like thirium does. I'm sorry, he just needs more repairs than we can handle.”

Connor hadn't realized he'd grabbed Hank's arm until the older man flinched from the sudden pressure. “Not the facility?” he whispered, desperately. “Please?”

He could still remember the feeling from his last repair. Being shut down but conscious, strapped to a table while harsh, unfeeling hands touched his biocomponents. Voices overhead, discussing how expensive he was, how much money they could make off of his blueprints, how much Hank would sell him for. William Adair, the chief technician, boasting about the offer he was going to make Hank, as no mere detective could understand how important this piece of technology was.

Hank had shifted a hand to his shoulder and squeezed gently. “Jericho?” he suggested.

Frank was already shaking his head. “Sorry, kiddo. I get the newsletter, Josh is doing some impressive things over there, but they're not ready for this kind of work. I'll talk to him at the next meeting, maybe we can figure something out for next time.”

“There won't be a next time,” Hank growled. “Whoever did this is gonna wish they'd never been born when I get through with 'em.”

“Yeah, well, save some for the rest of us,” Frank retorted. “Ambulance is on its way, and I've gotta see about recalling two dozen android officers to make sure their emergency supplies aren't tainted. Someone could have done a lot of damage with this stunt.”

Hank snorted. His hand hadn't left Connor's shoulders, gently rubbing back and forth even as Connor hunched over the trashcan again. “Yeah, they already did.”

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I kind of went for a cross between antifreeze poisoning in the human body and what happens if you put antifreeze in your gas tank. I hope it turned out okay.

I don't know, I could go on with a part two with all the body horror of having your veins irrigated at the horrible android hospital while the horrible little man with his hands in your chest cavity keeps talking about how much he'd like to take your organs out, just for a little while, to see if he can learn anything. Let me know if you’d like that.

[connorandersons-blog]

Kinktober day 15: Strength, RK1700

Ok, ngl I’m running out of days. Like I’ve got tomorrow and thats it for pre-written days. Soooo, I’m kinda stressing, I know that like I don’t have to write all the days, but now that I’ve started I feel like I have to. I have written over 90k words for kinktober in all, which is a huge accomplishment for me. Anyway, so this is just a small warning that the days may be late or won’t be written at all, sorry.

Hope you enjoy this day, though!

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It had started as a semi-innocent bet. Connor had tried to avoid Nines, scared the man would be everything Cyberlife claimed he was. Nines even stayed partners with Gavin Reed and managed to get the man to calm somewhat. 

So, ok, Connor was a bit jealous of Nines. He was tall, strong, intimidating, handsome, really strong, fast, smarter, ugh! It was infuriating. Not to mention how stoic and quiet he often was. And when he stared at Connor it was like he could see into his soul. 

But even with Connor's avoidance, Nines still stayed close to Connor when he could. He would do things that Connor was going to do and it drove him crazy. He didn't need someone else doing his job just because they thought they were better than everyone. 

Yet everyone seemed to adore Nines, even Hank quickly warmed up to him. It made no sense! Nines were made for the military, not talking to people, so how was he so good at making friends? 

Of course, Reed was the one that had started the bet. It wasn't even too bad of an idea, just who could last longer in a fight. Not brute strength, everyone knew Nines would win that even with how strong Connor was. 

They wouldn't be allowed to actually damage each other, but soon the whole office was placing bets. Hank had thankfully bet on Connor but it didn't make him feel too good. One of the good things was that Nines didn't seem too comfortable with it either. 

Connor was currently standing in the gym in the basement, facing a punching bag. He spun and kicked it, sending it flying before he reached out and caught it, putting it back in place. He sighed and rested his head against it. He'd been going at this since work ended three hours ago. Hank had long since gone home along with almost everyone except for the night shift. The night shift never used the gym so Connor didn't have to worry about anyone else in the room. 

He huffed before moving back and into his stance, staring down the bag. He started with quick jabs, not putting too much force behind them, but staying quick on his feet. If he had an advantage it was his smaller size. Nines would have fewer areas to hit and he'd have to be more careful where each blow landed. 

He sped up, now using his right hand for more powerful hits, dancing around the bag, ducking on occasion. 

God everyone was going to be bidding on Nines. His replacement if Cyberlife had had its way. The man whose eyes were a beautiful blue, with those lips that sometimes quirked up into a smirk. The way he didn't seem to give a shit when Gavin decided to be a dick. The glances he sent Connor when that happened, playfully rolling his eyes. 

The way Connor tried to not meet those eyes. The way his stomach flipped the first time he had heard Nines actually laugh. It had been so short but Connor had unconsciously saved the audio file. The way Connor wanted to know if he really did as good of hugs as he looked. 

God, Connor hated his perfect hair. He hated how Nines seemed to be able to stand completely still for hours when Connor could barely sit still for ten minutes without needing to fidget with someone. 

The next blows landed harder and he stopped ducking, breath coming out quickly. 

Who did Nines think he was? Being too damn perfect. Why did if always have to butt in on Connor's things. He didn't need Nines being all high and mighty, solving Connor's cases when he had his own. 

"Fuck!" Connor cursed, punching so hard his fist went through the bag. He stumbled and his eyes went wide. He always made sure to keep his strength in check, yet his emotions got the best of him. Nines probably never had that problem. 

"I do hope you aren't planning to do that to me on our little contest." Nines' voice rang out across the gym and Connor yelped, pulling his hand out. It was covered by a thin layer of his own blue blood. He shook it out with a hiss before trying to hide it behind his back from Nines. He didn't need him to see how weak he was. 

"Don't worry, I won't." He grumbled, using his ok hand to push the hair back out of his face. 

Nines gave a low hum and walked over, looking at the now useless bag. "I wish we could call this nonsense off."  

"What, think you're too good to fight me?" Connor snapped, crossing his arms with a slight grimace from the pain. He'd need to grab a bottle of thirium so his self-repair would kick in again. He hadn't even meant to turn that off. 

"No, I'd simply prefer to not hurt you." Nine's words had him scoffing and shaking his head. 

"Oh, that's rich." 

"Rich?"

"Ugh, nothing." He waved him off and reached up to unhook the bag but was just a tad too short. He squinted up at it before looking around for something small to step up one. 

"Here, allow me." Nines said and easily reached the distance, getting it down onto the ground and against the wall to take out later. "Would you like me to get you another one? Perhaps one that's heavier if you plan on using extra strength." 

Connor pulled at his hair, glaring at Nines. "I don't need your help! You know, you're not so perfect." Connor pointed at Nines. "I was here first, you can't just fucking replace me!" God, he hated how similar he sounded to Gavin. But it did open his eyes to what Gavin had gone through, how frustrating and scary it could hem 

"I do not plan on replacing you, and I know I'm far from perfect. That is why I've been trying to learn from you." It almost sounded like a question and Connor thought he saw the embarrassment and even insecurity. 

"Learning from me?! All you've done is try to butt in and solve cases, picking up things I've doubted or just doing fucking everything! I don't need help, Nines." It felt so good to finally say it, better than punching the bag had been. 

Nines took a step back, hurt flashing across his face before it became neutral again. "I apologize for what I had come across as. I simply… I wanted to learn from you and even impress you." The last part was mumbled and Nines couldn't meet his eyes. 

Connor couldn't even process what he had said for a few seconds. Why would Nines want to impress him? Connor wasn't anything special, especially not in comparison to Nines. The only one who truly tried to impress him was Sumo and on incredibly rare occasions, Hank. "Wait, why?" 

Nines seemed to stall for a second before reaching out and pulling Connor's wrist from behind his back. Connor winced at the sight more than the pain as Nines looked his hand over. The skin on his knuckles had receded and small little cuts drew the blood out of him. 

Nines gently brushed his thumb over Connor's knuckles, holding his hand so gently. It sent a shiver up his spine as he stared at his hand. Why was Nines doing this? Why was he being so gentle and careful? Why was he even holding Connor's hand in the first place?! 

"Nines?" Connor whispered, looking up at him. He worried that if he talked too loud whatever this was would stop. And for some reason, Connor didn't want Nines to stop holding his hand. 

"You need thirium." Nines mumbled, still focused on Connor's knuckles. His hands were bigger than Connor's and easily held his like they were meant to hold him. 

"I know." He wiggled his fingers just slightly and Nines ran his own fingers over Connor's. He was so tender with him like he would break if he put too much pressure. "Nines, why do you want to impress me?" 

Nines finally looked up from their hands to meet Connor's eyes. Connor noticed a very slight blue tint to his face and he wanted to reach up and touch, see how warm his skin would be.

Nines used one of his hands to reach up and carefully brush a hair back away from Connor's face. "Because you're you. I wanted your attention but you seemed to hate me, so I thought I could help. I wanted you to talk to me." 

Connor's breath caught, eyes wide. Nines had wanted Connor's attention? But why? That still didn't make sense. Why would Nines even want to be near him, let alone talk to him?  

"Spar with me." He blurted out before cringing at himself. "If you want. I'm just, I'm not always good with words." Plus he had far too much energy and needed to get it out before he could properly think with Nines so close.

Nines nodded before frowning. "I'll have to wrap your hand first, wait right here." 

Nines moved confidently across the room to the first aid kits. Connor stood there shocked, his hands shaking gently. This was happening? Nines cared about him. He hadn't meant to be a dick. 

He jolted when he felt Nines take his hand again, spraying a cleaner onto his knuckles and carefully rubbed his knuckles before starting to wrap his hand. 

He did it quickly and efficiently before stepping back and letting the hand go. "How does that feel?" Nines asked. 

Connor flexed his hand before nodding. "It feels good, thank you Nines." 

Nines nodded and led them over to the extra padded area where anyone could spar. Nines hadn't taken off his jacket or shoes, so Connor kept his own on as he stepped up. 

They watched each other before Nines came at Connor. He quickly moved out of the way, trying to grab at Nines's outstretched arm to no avail. 

Suddenly his fist was slamming into Nines's face while he one sunk into Connor's stomach. They stumbled apart for a brief second to catch their breaths before diving back at each other, eyes narrowed in determination.

Connor dodged his fist and came up with his own; for a brief instant, Nines's blue eyes widened before he managed to tilt his head back and slam it into mine. Stars burst into Connor's vision but he shook it off, blinding throwing a kick.

Nines stepped back, easily evading the kick. "Is that all you got?" Nines taunted, smirking. Connor growled and threw himself at Nines, changing direction at the last minute. He dropped and swept his leg, huffing when Nines jumped over. 

He expected it, anticipated it, and in the moments after landing, he let his body relax but let out an oof as Nines managed to cause Connor to fall. 

Nines went to grab Connor's legs but he twisted in the hold and kneed him in the stomach. The large android fell forward onto Connor but caught himself before he could squish him. 

Connor squinted up at him, moving them to try and throw Nines off but with little success. The mats edges dug into him and he gave a devilish smile. He found the edge and pushed hard enough to get the mat to slide. It was enough of a distraction to allow him to flip them and straddle Nines. 

"Hah!" Connor grinned, grabbing Nines's wrist and pinning his hands above his head. Nines squinted at him and shifted just enough to get the right angle and rolled them. 

Connor's breath left him again as Nines pushed him down onto the mat, using his extra body weight to keep him down. Connor tried to wiggle out of the hold, but it only caused him to whine sharply. 

His eyes widened at his own reaction, but Nines kept him pinned. "Do you yield?" He asked, staring him down. Connor wrapped his legs around Nines in a last attempt to push him forward to make him lose balance but it didn't work. Instead, it only caused their bodies to slide against each other. 

They both froze at that but neither said anything, just staring at each other. Connor was sure his entire face was flushed blue. 

"Do you yield?" Nines asked again, their faces only an inch apart. Connor watched as Nines's eyes flicked down to his lips then back up to his eyes. Connor licked his lips and his back arched just slightly, trying to get closer. 

"Make me." He whispered. Nines growled and leaned forward, crushing their lips together. Connor moaned and pushed up against Nines, trying to pull him down with his legs still wrapped around him. 

God his lips really were perfect and felt so good against his own. Nines's lips were hot against Connor's, his tongue burning a warm, wet path into his mouth. Eager hands fumbled at Nines's clothing, undoing his fly, waiting for the ok. He gets it by a low groan and Connor slips his hand in. 

He runs his hands up and down, teasing Nines through his underwear, probably the same Cyberlife issued boxers. Nines groans and rolls his hips down. 

His hands travel down Connor's body before pushing his shirt up and sliding his hands under, finding every sensitive spot. 

"Ah, Nines!" Connor gasped, back arching off the mat. Nines hums and trails hot kisses down Connor's throat, hands moving away to drag the jacket off Connor then quickly unbutton Connor's shirt. 

Shit, why hadn't they done this before? Nines and Connor slid perfectly together, and Connor would barely stand it. "More. Nines, fuck, more." 

Connor yelped when Nines stood up, easily picking him up before pushing him against the wall. He used only one arm to keep him up while the other unzipped Connor.

Connor wiggled and let his pants fall to the floor before wrapping his legs around Nines again. It was completely unfair how easily Nines held him up like he weighed nothing. Yet it was one of the hottest things he'd seen. 

Nines went back to attack Connor's neck, grinding against him. Connor could feel the cold press of the zipper but he focused on the large cock underneath it. God damn, even his dick was bigger than Connor's. 

"Ah! Yes!" Connor's eyes squeezed shut, his hips rolling in time, trying to get as much friction as possible. "Yes!" 

"Connor, what do you want? How far do you want this to go?" Nines asked, pulling back so they could look at each other. 

"I want you to fuck me. Don't even dare think about holding back, I can take it all." He could and gladly would. 

Nines nodded and all but tossed Connor back onto the mat, pulling his clothes off and folding them. Connor groaned at the wait but it was oddly adorable and charming. Not to mention how turned on he was at the roughness. 

He reached down and pulled himself out of his boxers, slowly pumping his hand. "Mmh! Fuck!" He moaned, not having done anything like this in a while. He'd been too focused on Nines and the stupid fucking bet.

He squeezed his eyes closed, knees bent and his toes digging into the mat. Then he felt a strong warm hand wrap around the base and squeeze just enough to leave him gasping from a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

His eyes snapped open and saw Nines glowering down at him. He was just so big and Connor could see his muscles rippling as he positioned himself over Connor. "Did I tell you you could touch yourself?" 

"You were taking too damn long!" Connor pouted, trying to buck into the hands. Nines squeezed slightly tighter and Connor yelped. 

"The answer to the question was no, no I did not. If you want me to fuck your tight little ass then you'll follow my directions or get punished. Do you understand?" Nines reached up and grabbed a fistful of hair, tugging sharply. 

Connor whimpered and nodded. "Yes! Yes, please, I understand. I'll be good." He'd be so good for him. 

Nines roughly let go of Connor's hair, letting his head fall back into the mat before loosening the pressure and slowly dragging his hand up. "There's a good boy." Connor squeezed his eyes closed and tried to keep still, but it was so much. "Oh, you like that? I thought you would."

Connor nodded his head again and let out a surprised squeak when two fingers were roughly pushed into him. Even now he could feel Nines holding back, not using his full strength. 

"I've thought about how I'd fuck you. I was worried I'd be too rough, too strong, but you like it. You want to be thrown around and shown your place, hmm? Fuck you so hard you can't stand. No one else can do that, only me." It was so true, he knew that Nines could fuck him harder and faster than anyone else. He'd be able to feel this for weeks. 

"Only you. Please Nines, please." He begged and would get on his knee to beg too if he had to. He practically drilled when Nines freed himself from his boxers, adding in another finger. 

Connor had a flash of panic, not sure he could even take that much, but he sure as hell would try. Later he could also try sucking on him, letting Nines fuck his throat too. "Oh shit." 

Nines smirked and without warning added a fourth finger, stretching quickly before pulling all his fingers out. "You still want this?" 

Connor nodded and thankfully held back the yelp when Nines flipped him over and slid himself all the way in with one fluid movement. Connor silently screamed before his head dropped to his chest. 

Nines held him by the hips, fingers digging in enough that the skin had to pull away there to reveal his chassis. Connor could barely even think so he was immensely glad when Nines did all the work. Pulling out before snapping his hips forward and using his hold in Connor's hips to drag him back. 

Each thrust had Connor gasping and his hands and legs trembling. He rambled words he didn't even understand but Nines just kept going, fucking him deeper and harder just like he promised. 

"I'm gonna fuck you like this until you come, then I'm going to keep fucking you again and again. You'll never be able to imagine anyone but me in you." Nines snapped his hips forward and Connor moaned, his toes curling. 

Nines reached down and took Connor in hand, pumping in time with his quick harsh thrusts. "Just like that, baby. Feel so damn good." 

Connor bit his lip, hands trying to find something to grab onto. But his head was yanked back as Nines held his hair, and Connor couldn't hold back anymore. 

He tried to warn Nines but he was already spilling over the mat with a silent scream. The gym may be in the basement but it wasn't completely soundproof, and Connor was not going to be caught.  

Nines pulled him up and spun him around before pulling Connor back down, only now he was sitting in his lap facing Nines. 

"Damn, maybe I can win at the fight if you come this fast." Nines captured Connor's lips in his before Connor could make a snarky comeback. 

He felt tears start streaming down his face at the overstimulation, but Nines didn't stop until he'd come two more times, and only then did Nines let himself come, holding Connor by his hips. 

Connor knew he'd be sore not just from the sex but also all the times Nines had thrown him around into a new position. Nines had to carry him to a seat and then handed him a bottle of thirium as he looked him over. 

"You ok, Connor? Was I too rough?" He asked, making sure he drank the whole bottle first, hands massaging his thighs. 

Connor nodded and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He felt so content and exhausted in the best way. "You were amazing, but do you know what this means?" 

Nines tilted his head then softly shook it, reaching up to gently soothe his hair. "No?" 

"I know how to beat you in our fight." Connor grinned so widely and broke out into giggles as Nines all but pounced on him, tickling his sides. 

Neither left the gym until the very early morning but they held hands and Connor promised to see him soon with a kiss.