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hopeintheashes · 9 months

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been trying to swim with both my hands behind my back

The Bear. Sydney and Carmy. Immediately post-2x10. for the @badthingshappenbingo square "Caught in a Storm"

"Oh," he says, voice distant. "It's really fucking raining." "Yeah," she says, instead of I told you so. Wraps her arms around herself. The wet bandana is still in her hand. She's going to have to do something with it. She can't for the life of her imagine what. It feels like she's thrown up all of her resolve. Like gravity has given up. Like she's untethered from the floor. He turns around suddenly. "You can go, you know. You don't have to—" He's a mirror of her, arms wrapped around himself— "Stay," he finishes like it wasn't what he wanted to say. She can see the headache in the pull of the muscles of his face. "Well," she says, and it's quieter than she'd meant. "It's raining. So." He looks up from under his hair where it's falling in his eyes; looks impossibly young; looks like all of the sinews of his entire self have been wound tight like over-tuned piano wires and at least a third of them have already given way.

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The rain comes all at once. Without warning, if you haven't checked your phone in the last three and a half hours.

She decides her stomach is going to have to be able to handle going inside.

Tina hands her water on her way in the door and pats her shoulder sympathetically, then goes back to making sure the last touches of the kitchen cleanup are done. Gary's shaking hands with a guy with some sort of… chainsaw? and showing him out the door. Marcus and Richie are nowhere to be seen.

Natalie appears around the corner, and she's smiling but her eyes and her mouth are complicated, a little bit sad. She wraps Sydney up in an unexpected hug and then pulls back like she's afraid she might have gone too far, and Syd smiles at her reassuringly.

"We fucking did it," Nat says. Sydney nods, holding her gaze and then breaking it to look at the destroyed walk-in door.

"Carmy's out?" she says, even though obviously Carmy is out, because it's easier than any of the other questions she could ask about that.

Natalie presses her lips together, worrying them between her teeth. "He is." Eyes flicking toward the office.

"Okay." She can see Pete through the window into the dining room, waiting for Nat. Infinite patience, that guy. Baffling, but in a sweet way. Sydney looks at the office door, then back at Nat. "I've got him. You go."

So uncertain, so young: "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Yes." She can still taste the stomach acid on her tongue. "Go. I'd say try to beat the rain, but I guess it's already here."

Nat blinks at the front window like she hadn't realized. "Oh. Yeah. Okay."

Pete holds up two umbrellas through the window in the door, smiling like he would be happy to wait there all night.

"Go," she says insistently, and Natalie pulls her in to kiss her on the cheek, and then she's back through the door and Pete's got his arm around her and is trying to put up one of the umbrellas before they're even out the door. Nat swats it down and she's laughing, head tipped against his, arm in arm on their way out into the rain.

The kitchen is clean. She should've helped. Guilt twists in her gut, and she breathes through it, because she does not want to end up back out in the alley again.

Tina appears beside her again and Sydney starts. "I'm going to go," Tina says, and Syd nods on autopilot. Somehow everyone else has disappeared. "They're predicting floods and shit. Make sure you get out of here safe, okay?"

"Okay."

"You did good, Chef," Tina says, peering up at her until Sydney meets her gaze.

Sydney makes herself nod again. "You too, Chef. Good night."

-- -- --

She hesitates in front of the office, and then goes inside.

Carmy's pacing. One hand in his hair, the other holding an unlit cigarette. Putting it to his lips like he's gonna risk burning the whole place down. Pulling it away again.

"You're out," she says.

"I'm out." Doesn't look at her. His ears and his eyes and his nose are rimmed in red. "What the fuck happened out there?"

"We made it work." She's going for confident, but the panic is back, the acid in her throat and the shake in her hands and the goddamn fucking ticket machine printing again and again—

"Syd." He touches her arms between her wrists and her whites and it's the ice of his skin that pulls her back, grounds her, eyes locked with his, and she swallows hard and breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth.

"Yeah," she says, "No, it's okay, I just, I was just—" she gestures with a grimace— "throwing up everything I've eaten in the last three years and I thought for a second it was gonna happen again, which doesn't seem like it should be possible and yet here we fucking are, but. Yeah. I'm good now. So." She breaks off and he's still got his hands on her, his eyes on her, and she swallows hard and bites the inside of her lip to keep from rambling any more.

"Syd." Impossibly serious. "You have my full attention. This has my full attention."

She blinks at him. They're the right words, and yet something feels wrong. "Okay?"

He doesn't say anything else, just looks toward the doorway like he's not sure whether it's safe to leave the room.

"Everyone else is gone," she says, stepping back from his touch and running a hand over her hair. It catches her bandana, wet from the alley. She pulls it off. Shakes out her braids. "It's raining."

He looks at her like that explains nothing, but pulls a hand down his face. The cigarette is still between his fingers. Waiting in this uncertain in-between.

"Okay," he says. She's still a little dizzy from nausea, but he looks a little dizzy like he hasn't been breathing right: shallow, barely getting any new oxygen in his lungs. It's the carbon dioxide, says some far-off voice in her head that for some reason sounds like Richie. When you hyperventilate during a panic attack. Not enough carbon dioxide. Counterintuitive but true.

She steps away from the door and he goes out like a man in a dream into the empty kitchen. The empty dining room.

"Oh," he says, voice distant even though she'd followed him there. "It's really fucking raining."

"Yeah," she says, instead of I told you so. Wraps her arms around herself. The wet bandana is still in her hand. She's going to have to do something with it. She can't for the life of her imagine what. It feels like she's thrown up all of her resolve. Like gravity has given up. Like she's untethered from the floor.

He turns around suddenly. "You can go, you know. You don't have to—" He's a mirror of her, arms wrapped around himself— "Stay," he finishes like it wasn't what he wanted to say. She can see the headache in the pull of the muscles of his face.

"Well," she says, and it's quieter than she'd meant. "It's raining. So."

He looks up from under his hair where it's falling in his eyes; looks impossibly young; looks like all of the sinews of his entire self have been wound tight like over-tuned piano wires and at least a third of them have already given way.

-- -- --

She changes into the spare clothes in her locker; puts the gift from Carmy (fuck, Carm, what a gift) away carefully and doesn't close the door, just drapes her bandana over the top of it to dry. Goes back out to the darkened front of house to watch the downpour.

Carmy's back, cigarette smoke and the smell of rain on pavement clinging to his clothes. "My shoes got wet," he says, and Sydney looks down and he's in his socks; shoes left at the door between the kitchen and the front. The sidewalk is a river in front of their door. Lightning flashes in the distance and they wait, breathless, for the thunder, and exhale when it finally comes.

She steps out of her own shoes. Feels the floor through her socks. Clean enough to eat off, right? That's the deal.

The rain gets louder. The lights flicker, but stay on.

The walk-in is fucked. More fucked if the power goes out.

Carmy steps up to the window with her. Shoulder to shoulder. She can hear him breathe.

Another flash of lightning, and the eerie blue light of a transformer in the distance blowing to hell.

"Fuck," she says, at the same time as Carmy pulls in a ragged breath and the same time as the thunder hits.

They're in the dark.

Carmy's hand brushes hers, his knuckles against the back of her hand, just this quick reassurance that he's still here. Still freezing. Still here.

She's mentally going through all the food they've got stored but there's nothing they can do. Only good thing is that there wasn't that much left after service. If the power's still out when their next shipment is due, that's when they'll really need a plan.

"Fuck!" He's clearly just finished the same calculation.

She doesn't tell him it's okay.

He jackknifes at the waist, both hands in his hair, breathing still ragged and getting worse; comes back up dizzyingly fast; turns to pace and runs right the fuck into a table and a chair, the corner of the table sharp into his hip and the chair leg unforgiving against his unprotected toes.

She holds her breath against the oncoming scream-shove-crash of furniture to floor, but there's just a bitten-back moan. He curls in on himself away from the table and sinks to the floor, backlit from the kitchen by the dim emergency lights. He sucks in a breath and drinks in the pain like it's medicine, bitter on his tongue but nonetheless what he needs. What he thinks he deserves.

Same table.

The one from before.

She lays a hand on the wood, stepping carefully through the darkness between it and him. Sinks down beside him as he lays onto his back: knees in the air, hands clasped over his eyes, elbows out. She sits down cross-legged and leans back on one hand, studying him in the little bit of light.

"I fucked up," he says, and she just nods, even though he can't see her through his hands. "I fucked up," he says again, like she's supposed to say something, here, and she just sighs and slips down next to him on the floor, sliding forward toward the kitchen until they're mirrored like puzzle pieces. Rotational symmetry. That's the word.

"I mean, yeah, calling the fridge guy would have been a good idea." There's so much more she could say. She bites her tongue.

"No." He's digging the sides of his clasped hands into his eyes. "Before that. And after that. Just like— everything." He takes a breath, and lifts his hands so he can open his eyes, and rolls his head sideways to look at her. "I wasn't there, and I should have been, and I'm sorry." He looks back up at the ceiling and drops his hands back onto his eyes. "It won't be a problem again."

She wants to give him shit about it but there's something in his voice those last few words. "No?"

"No. Claire and I are done."

"Oh."

"You don't have to pretend you're not happy about that."

"I want you to be happy, Carm." Spoken to the ceiling. Barely audible over the driving rain.

A sound of disgust, but not directed at her. "I don't think happiness is compatible with what we're working toward, here."

"Yeah." She flips her gaze over to him. Still covering his eyes. "Hey." He doesn't look at her, so she taps his elbow. Once he's looking at her: "But what if it was?"

He just shakes his head and puts his hands over his eyes again.

Silence, for a while. The place feels weirdly empty without the background hum of machines. The only sound the cars sluicing by on the street. Honking at each other at the intersections where the traffic lights have gone out.

"I couldn't do it," she says into the darkness. Feels him shift beside her. Moving his hands behind his head. Looking over at her sideways. "Richie had to expo. I just…." She shakes her head. "Froze." Another breath. "Drowned."

"I'm sorry," Carmy whispers. All those promises. I'll be there. You won't be alone. I won't let you fail.

"He was fucking good at it, too. Which should make me feel better, but…"

But somehow it's just salt in the wound.

"Not sure if Richie's gonna be talking to me anytime soon." He picks his head up and scrubs his fingers through his hair. Pulls his palms down his face.

She waits. Just more silence. "Say more?"

"We both said some shit through that door that there's no taking back." Tucks his hands into his armpits like he's trying to stay warm.

"You're family. He'll come around."

"You say family like it means something other than pure fucking chaos. Than the people who know exactly where to where to slide the knife to cut you wide fucking open and leave you bleeding out on the floor."

She rolls onto her side, one arm tucked under her head. He's trembling, just a little, in the low, low light. "Nat's not going to cut you open."

"No, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't sew me back up."

She puts her free hand on his shoulder, tentatively at first and then with some weight when he reaches up across his body, other hand still tucked in against himself, and catches her fingers with his own. Still far too cold.

She wills warmth through the touch, and takes a breath. Lets it out. "I think maybe this is something we either do broken or we don't do at all."

He blinks fast through threatening tears. Bites his lip. Another car swishes by through the rain.

He squeezes her hand. Sirens in the distance. Out on the bridge.

She squeezes back. The tracks are flooding, all the trains called off. Who knows what the city will look like at morning light. Maybe better, maybe worse.

She watches shadows on the ceiling of this place, this island in the storm, and breathes, and listens to him breathe beside her.

They don't let go.

#the bear #the bear fx #the bear fx fanfiction #carmy x sydney #sydcarmy #you can read it as platonic or romantic your choice #by:hopeintheashes #my bthb fics #badthingshappenbingo #fandom: the bear #trope: caught in a storm

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keenesbeans · 4 years

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Two Heads are Better than One

Requested by @amofbebbanburg: Hello! I know something to write 😝😝😝 if you haven’t written this already, how about a Spencer Reid x reader where they both are geniusses and both can get extremely involved in discussions and the team is always flabbergasted as they don’t understand a thing about them, except.. That Spencer and her have a crush on eachother and they make Spencer fonally act on it? Maybe some NSFW to it ❤

A/N: Takes place during season 5 and mentions Spencer being shot in the knee. Introduction takes place in season 5, episode 5 “Cradle to Grave” Sorry I went a little off of the request I had an idea and I ran with it, I still hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @amofbebbanburg @thatsonezesty13 @slutforthegubes @hazel-howell @rachelssafespace @lindaze

Requests are Closed!

Category: FLUFF and SMUT! (NSFW)

Couple: Spencer Reid x BAU! reader

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, chocking, Dom!Spencer, degradation

Word Count: 2,889

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"The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits."

-Albert Einstein

You were sat at the corner of Spencer's desk as he rambled on about a blog he had just found, you wouldn’t have stayed and listened cause the subject was boring to you, but you stayed because you loved to watch the first genius in the BAU ramble. Especially since he was shot you couldn’t spend a moment away from him, afraid that something like that would happen again.

You were happy to see Derek walk in to the office finally someone else that Reid could talk to besides you. But, before you could give Reid to Derek, he was questioning Reid.

“Reid, what did I miss?”

“Oh, man, you're not gonna believe this. Some moron just posted a blog called "what would Carl Sagan do?" Spencer completely oblivious to what Derek was asking him about.

“No, Reid, the case.” Derek asked him again annoyance clear in his voice. “What's the case?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t know about a case, do you know about a case y/n/n” Spencer now directed his attention to you. You shook your head no “Nope I didn’t hear about any new cases coming in.” You told the boys.

“These emails from Hotch.” "take a look at this, " "new case to review."

“Emails from Hotch? I didn't get any emails from Hotch,” Spencer replied back to Derek while he typed on his computer. “did i? Nothing.” Both you and Spencer were clueless about what Derek was taking about.

The whole time he talked you and Spencer shared questioning gazes between the two of you as you played with his crutches, him stealing them away from you before you hurt yourself or broke them.

Derek had walked to Hotch’s office before you could ask him what was going on you and Spencer just went back to talking about the blog, you both assumed that Hotch had asked Derek to consul on a case before it was brought up in front of the entire team.

*****

“Kristie Taylor, runaway, drug addict, Reported missing from Farmington, New Mexico 3 years ago. Yesterday, she turned up off a freeway Outside of Rio Rancho.” JJ had begin debriefing the team about their new case.

“Sexual assault combined with ligature marks on her wrists and ankles.” Spencer stated reading off of the case file.

“She was asphyxiated.” You shuddered as you stated that as you hand was brought up to your neck, you hated whenever victims died from this, thinking that one day it could be you. In the bedroom you were know as the kinky submissive type, completely different from the dominant personality you used at work. And one of the things that could always get you off was a little bit of breath play, choking, you just loved it when a man took complete control of you, when your life was in his hands.

Those hands, god you had to get over this crush on Spencer ever since he was shot you realized your feelings were more of the “I want you to absolutely destroy me”, then the overprotective family type that they other members of the team had for him.

Spencer shook you out of your thoughts as he mouthed to you “are you okay” you simply nodded your head “yes” and went back to listening to JJ talk about the case.

When you had tuned back in Rossi was talking about how “There are a lot of guys out there who like chains.” You giggled to yourself and girls too, you thought to yourself. Spencer was confused as to way the mention of chains made you giggle, but figured out the answer when he saw the way your pupils were dilated, the rising blush on your checks, and the way you bit you lip with desire.

He blushed to himself, trying to get the imagine of you tied up in chains for him and only him out of his head. He cleared his throat and tried to get rid of the growing bulge in his tight pants.

Rossi asked JJ “ Are we sure this is the same unsub?”

“Kristie Taylor's autopsy report also indicates a second connection between these victims.” JJ replied back to him

Spencer informing the team of the connection, “she was pregnant.” Flipping the case file closed as JJ said that she had just given birth, she was killed within minutes of giving birth.

You had a theory, “This unsub isn't your typical sexual sadist. Captivity and assault we've seen before. What we haven't seen is this signature-- The role he forces these women to fulfill before he kills them. Motherhood.” you told the team all of them looking shocked and terrified.

“Journalist William D. Tammeus wrote, "you don't really understand human nature "unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round "will wave at his parents every time around And why his parents will always wave back."

“So why would a sexual sadist make women carry his children?” Emily asked the team with absolute confusion as to the unsubs motive.

“Gary Heidnik kept a harem in a dungeon. His goal was to create a large family As a replacement for his own broken home.” Spencer answered then turned to look at you, you continued his explanation.

“Josef Fritzl kept his daughter in a cell in his own house, And they had several kids together.”

You and Spencer were always like this, you guys were known to finish each others thoughts almost as if you too shared the same brain. It was absolutely sickening how adorable you two were with each other when you would get into your genius debates, rattling factoids about anything to prove which one was smarter. They were always wondering when you two would finally get together.

And to be honest you had finally had enough of the back and forth of the will they won’t they and you had decided (much to Penelope's constant nagging) that after this case you would finally tell Spencer how you felt, and fingers crossed, jump his bones.

***** The case had finally rapped up after what had felt like forever and you were glad to step foot back into the bullpen, determination coursing through your veins as you eyes landed on Spencer.

“Hey Spencie want to get takeout and do a movie night?, I’ll even let you pick out the first movie” You asked him hoping that he said yes, but he usually always did Spencer could never say no to the puppy dog eyes you were know to give him.

“That sounds amazing,” He replied as he laced your arms together walking you towards the elevator “your place or mine?”

“Yours” If this plan was going to end in the way you hoped it did you wanted it to be done at his place. You wanted him to take you on every surface of his apartment. You felt yourself getting wetter at the idea and before you even realized it Spencer was opening the car door for you to get in, you blushed as you thanked him for being such a gentlemen and got in the car.

*****

You had made your way to Spencer’s apartment without exciting yourself to much, in case he didn’t return the same feeling of attraction.

You sat on the couch as Spencer placed your usual order at your favorite Chinese restaurant. “It’ll be here in 20 minutes” he told you as he joined you on the couch and he set his crutches down on the ground you gathered up some courage to place your hand on his knee.

“Does it still hurt Spencer?” You began to bring your hand up and down his leg in a teasing manner making sure not to put too much pressure on it.

“Umm no-o not that much only when I-i try to put too much pressure on it.” Spencer didn’t know what you were trying to do but, he was hoping that you were finally going to tell him how you felt.

“OK that’s good just tell me if this hurts”

“If what hur...” Before he could finish his sentence you straddled yourself on his lap combing some hair that had falling in his face behind his ears. You smiled deviously as you felt his growing bulge resting at your core, you moaned at the sensation.

And in that moment, Spencer had lost all control, the years of him holding in his feelings were finally able to be set free. He grabbed your chin bringing your face inches away from him. You felt his hot breath fan over your face, another moan escaping your mouth.

His pupils were extremely dilated, they were filled with lust and desire. “Is this why you wanted to do a movie night y/n, huhh?” He left one hand on your check as the other wandered down to your throat giving just enough pressure to make you a whimpering mess in his lap.

“Yes, Doctor” That’s all you needed to say to him before he captured your lips in a breathtaking kiss both of you moaning at the sensation of finally being together.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” Spencer manged to get out in between kisses.

Both of you exploring each others bodies like you both had dreamed about.

His hands now harshly gripping your hips and grinding you against him. You ran your fingers through his lengthy curls, tugging at the ends eliciting several moans from him. He begin to work his kisses from your lips down to your neck leaving love bites in his wake, marking you as his.

With every kiss and bite you were a whimpering mess for him, grinding your hips against his, your core was pulsating and you needed him so badly at this point it hurt.

You finally began to undress each other, the want of him being inside of you taking over your body. You stood up to help remove his clothes making sure that you didn’t hurt his leg.

“Are you able to hold yourself up against a wall” You asked him with a smirk.

“Yes”

You grabbed his hand and shoved him against the wall before getting down on your knees, you stripped yourself down to your bra and underwear. Spencer had to stop himself from practically cumming at the sight.

“You are so fucking gorgeous” He manged to get out in between moans as you began to palm his erection through his underwear.

Finally having enough of teasing him you grabbed his underwear and dragged it down to his ankles, him kicking them off. You were shocked at the sight of him.

His tip was pulsating red with pre-cum as it rest against his stomach, you had never felt more aroused then you were in that exact moment you couldn’t wait any longer, you had to feel him.

You wrapped your hand around his erection, staring to stroke him gently. You stuck your tongue out as you drug it up and down his shaft, bringing it up from the base to the tip. You looked at Spencer, having a feeling that eye contact was a turn on for him, he moaned at the sight of you, which only egged you on even more.

You finally wrapped your lips around the tip, giving it a kiss before you began to to take him in your mouth. You wanted Spencer to fuck your mouth and that is exactly what he did. You felt his grip on the back of your head tighten as he began to thrust rapidly into your mouth, you made sure to relax your jaw to allow him more room inside of you.

He guided your mouth up and down his length, him loving the control that you gave him.

“You fucking love letting me you use that pretty mouth of yours. Fuck, it feels so good baby, you are taking it so well, like the good, slut that you are.” Between the praising and the degradation you were soaking wet and just dying to feel Spencer inside of you.

You loved that you were the only one to see him like this, the complete opposite of how he acted in work. He never cursed, he barely had the courage to take control. But, in this moment he was in full control and both of you were high off the feeling.

Spencer was so close to the edge as much as the idea of cumming down your throat excited him he needed to know hat it felt like to be inside of you first.

You pouted as Spencer yanked you off of him, dragging you up by the hair. You know stood practically dripping from how wet you were on shaky legs as he had to hold you up as he wiped the spit from your chin and the tears that fell from your eyes.

“As much as I wanted to cum into the pretty mouth of yours I think we would both enjoy it much more if I come in your fucking cunt.” Each word made you wetter by the second, he pushed your ruined panties to the side.

He started with two of those perfect and long fingers, that slipped with such ease inside of me, he roughly finger fucked me. He had to hold me up with one hand as we made out like horny teenagers.

As he pumped his fingers inside of me he began to rub my clit with his thumb, he could feel how close your were, the way you were clenching around his fingers, you had stopped kissing him to preoccupied with the feeling of his fingers deep inside of you.

“Are you going to come for me, as I finger that tight pussy up against my apartment wall, for all my neighbors to hear. I want you to fucking scream my name as you moan. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you came hard and quick a sting of curses and the doctors name falling from your lips. He never stopped his assault on your pussy, he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you as you came down from your high.

“Good girl, so fucking responsive to me and the real fun hasn’t even begun.”

He lead you to his bedroom him climbing up on the bed first carefully as to not hurt his leg, as soon as he was situated he told you to take off your bra and underwear as he patted his lap.

As soon as you straddled him he gripped your throat making your eyes roll to the back of your head, as his other hand guided his length into you.

Your moans were echoing through the bedroom as he entered you, filling you to the brim completely stretching you out. “Fuck, you take my cock so good baby, so fucking tight.” He stated as he began to pound into you from below you ground your hips against him trying to keep up with his pace.

His hand still tighten wrapped around your throat he pulled you towards him capturing your lips in a kiss that seemed a lot softer compared to the situation that the two of you were in now.

“Fuck, Spencer you fill me up so good.” He moaned at your words only pulling you closer to him and thrusting deeper inside of you. You felt yourself coming closer to release as he groaned against your ear.

The hand from your throat was removed only to move to your bundle of nerves circling it, “I want you to come all over my cock baby, before I fill you up with my load. Understood?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Come for me baby,” he pleads as he feels his release is close. A hot panting mess, you still managed to scream his name as you came.

Spencer wasn’t far behind you still thrusting into with such force, your pussy tightening around him added to his orgasm as he came deep inside of you.

“Oh, god, fuck that feels so good baby.”

You two just sat there for awhile in pure bliss, both of you hot sweaty messes but neither of you cared. After a couple of minutes he pulled out of you you whimpered at the soreness that you felt, but knew that Spencer would take care of it for you.

He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before he hobbled (since he left his crutches in the living room) his way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean you up, you flopped over onto your stomach feeling completely drained.

You couldn’t stop the giddy feeling that coursed throughout your entire body you had never thought this moment was going to happen, especially with a co-worker that you fantasized about on a daily basis. You had finally realized you were also madly in love with this man.

Unbeknownst to you Spencer had felt the same giddy feeling as he stood just there in the bathroom staring at his reflection in the mirror with a smile that spread across his entire face. He had to realized the love he had for you and couldn’t be happy then to tell you.

*****

“Some love stories aren't epic novels. Some are short stories. But that doesn't make them any less filled with love.”

- Carrie Bradshaw

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #bau team

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blindbatalex · 3 years

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a carraville royalty au fic, in which Jamie is angry. [[cw for discussions of past character death and war.]]

Jamie’s steps echoed in the stone corridors as he walked to their bedchambers at a brisk pace. He stopped, at the last minute with his hand at the doorknob, and unclenched first, his jaw and then his fist, taking a couple of slow, deep breaths.

Time was, he would train when he got like this, train until the fire eating him from the inside out had cooled, until he could barely stand. Stevie would take one look at him, and with a gentle laugh, send him outside, declaring him unfit for human society as a twinkle lit up his eyes.

He opened the door. His shoulder hurt with such a deep, visceral rage, he thought two swings of a practice sword now would reduce him to tears.

Inside was warm. The fire that burned in the fireplace despite the summer made him want to take his jacket off as soon as he stepped in. Gary, on the other hand, did not seem to share this sentiment, holed up as he was in bed under a heavy duvet that he had pulled up to his chin.

“Where is everyone else?” Jamie asked, frowning at the otherwise empty room.

Gary shrugged with his eyes.

“Just wanted a bit of peace and quiet. Which is quite hard to get around here.” He coughed- once, twice. “But the blame is mine; neither of them wanted to leave. I yelled at them threatened to throw them into jail for disobeying their lord.”

Classic Gary. Jamie had left him here with Gini – their physician – and a servant with express orders to both to stay put so that if Gary managed to get rid of one of them the other would still be there. But of course he had underestimated just how obstinate Gary could be.

Jamie sighed and clenched his fist again, looking outside so he didn’t have to look at Gary.

“How is the boy?”

On the courtyard, the summer evening carried on as usual, servants and soldiers and the residents of the town criss-crossing the well-worn cobblestones on their way here and there.

“He is like you,” Jamie replied, not taking his eyes away from the scene below their feet. “Shivering and coughy but he will be fine.” Probably. He had seen men survive drownings before only for the water they inhaled to rise up in their lungs and choke them later. They had both been half-dead by the time Jamie and his men had pulled them out of the water, their bodies convulsing violently with cough after cough.

“That’s good.” There was a pause. “You were good out there.”

His head whipped to Gary at this despite himself, and the bastard was smiling. Not one of his smirks or a shit-eating grin or a sneer, but a genuine smile that reached across his pale face and into his tired eyes.

Would war really break out again if Jamie murdered him? Surely, they would understand.

“Well, you were really stupid,” he spat out, not bothering now to keep his calm. “What were you even thinking, jumping into the stream like that? Let me guess- you weren’t thinking. ‘Just saw the boy fell into the water and jumped after him, James.’” His eyes landed on the book on the side table next to the bed and it made him even more angry. “Of course, you would know next to no one survives falling into that stream if you had bothered to learn about your surroundings than tree dragons!”

He stopped and took a slow, deliberate breath. Damn him. The reckless, stubborn fool. Gary had stopped smiling now but his eyes, more brown in the evenings than green and always so stubborn, were still on Jamie.

“That boy would have been dead had it not-” Jamie took a step towards the bed, quite possibly to actually murder Gary because he knew what Gary would say next. Had it not been for me. As if either of them would be alive now if Jamie hadn’t shouted at the group of merchants who had been standing next to the bridge with their horses and in less than a minute got them galloping at full speed towards where the stream narrowed some half-mile downstream. If he hadn’t yelled at them to form a human chain into the water, with Jamie at the very tip, and nabbed both of them out of the stream.

But Gary surprised him once again.

“That boy would have been dead had it not been for us.”

Us.

Gary coughed again, once, twice, three times and Jamie wanted to break something- he didn’t even care what, just something that twisted and snapped in his hands or shattered into a thousand sharp pieces, that cut and bled him. And yet, Gary had the audacity to laugh.

“It’s really touching you care so much about me, James, but I promise I’m fine.”

“You-” Just a soft, weak laugh, and when Jamie looked a twinkle lit up his eyes and a smile played on his lips, equal measures fond and smug. Jamie couldn’t hear anything now for the pounding of his blood in his ears. “You think I am angry because I care? About you?” he said, spat out. “Did you know I didn’t get to say goodbye to my bloody soulmate, my Stevie? It took him a day to die and in his agony he called for me, over and over again—or so I am told. But I wasn’t there because a Mancunian archer had shot me under your orders and I didn’t know where I was, who I was, as he lay dying.”

He realised he had been screaming at the top of his lungs but he didn’t care. He didn’t. He was furious.

“And yet I married you. Not because I care but because the war destroyed everything. Did you know the boy- his whole family was massacred in the war, mum and siblings and infant brother in front of his eyes, their village burnt down, and he and the one sister who survived travelled for days to get here? And even now, while their lips speak of peace, councillors hunger for war, looking for an opportunity, a spark. If you die in my castle, doesn’t matter if it’s because you wanted to throw your life away or slipped on your arse and hit your head, they will say I did it, I let it and we will be back to where we started.”

He took a shuddering breath. Gary’s face was as pale as that of a ghost. “I’m sorry,” he rasped quietly and Jamie had seen him look- this broken, only a couple of times before, only after the most dreadful of his nightmares as he sobbed into Jamie’s shoulder.

Jamie had held him today, coughing and spluttering, rubbed his back and said “it’s alright, you are going to be alright,” over and over again. He couldn’t tell you if it was to reassure Gary or to reassure himself. He couldn’t be in this room.

So he tore his eyes away and left as quickly as he could. On his way out, he stopped in the kitchens and asked Mrs Torres to borrow Lucille and sent her up with instructions to call for the physician if anything in Gary’s condition changed. She was the one person Gary would not threaten with jail or execution and she, the one person who would not budge no matter what he did.

He spots Gary. There. The currents are punishing but he is somehow managing to keep both of them afloat. ‘Over here, Neville,’ he calls at the top of his lungs. Gary sees him almost immediately. But the current is fast and he is too far. With his free arm Gary swims towards him, once, twice, Jamie stretches and stretches but- Too far. Too far. Then, impossibly, their hands close around one another. ‘Hold on!’ Jamie yells, ‘I’ve got you.’

She stood up and curtsied when he came back, hours later. Gary was asleep but he had been fine, she reassured him. Jamie took the seat she vacated at the head of the bed and Gary’s eyes fluttered open at the click of the door as she left. He frowned when he saw it was Jamie.

Could Jamie blame him for that?

“’s alright. You were right,” Gary murmured, as if he could read Jamie’s mind, on his lips a half smile. Jamie wanted, more than anything, to reach out and push away his fringe, to fall on his knees and sob.

“No, Gary-”

He wanted, more than anything, to find the words to explain. Explain how the boy’s sister had thrown herself into his arms before she remembered herself and begged for mercy at his feet, in choked off sobs and frantic pleas to spare them. How old and world-weary her eyes were when she should be braiding her sisters’ hair and giggling over the boys she liked. Explain how scared he’d been. How much he cared and how that scared him more than anything else.

“’s alright,” Gary said again on a long exhale. His eyes had already drifted closed. Jamie promised himself he would find those words before the morning, even if he had to travel to the four ends of the world tonight. He had to.

#carraville #royalty au #football rpf #my fic #offers bouquet of apologies <3 #also id love to say then they fixed it in the morning #but they wont rip #bc gary is a stubborn bastard 😔

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Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotten Memory

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

With more and more information revealed via Augustus' burner phone, The team now has to make an important decision, one that would change the course of their lives, forever.

Chapter 15 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

Previous Chapter : Meet Me Halfway

Unexpected Alliances

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Task Force 141

Flying above Russian Airspace

Roach was speechless. Admittedly the dark and messy battle at the Gulag was something worth noting but the thing that kept his head preoccupied at the moment was Soap and France kissing in the middle of warfare.

Guess love knows no boundaries huh. He thought to himself as he looked at France kneeling beside Soap who passed out from exhaustion. Another person laying beside him was an old man named Jack. The 141 records had a match to Jack, he's apparently Alex's mentor who got missing when their safehouse got raided.

Guess the force will be having two reunions tonight. His eyes turned to Price, who sat by the huge window and gazed into the sea of clouds, he's always serious and in thought that Gary found him intimidating, even after that short mission in Germany.

Then there was Ghost. He's surely heartbroken now that she saw what France did. And Gary was slightly to blame, well not necessarily his fault but if he pushed him enough to confess, maybe this won't hurt more than it did to him today.

Gary spent the rest of the trip observing, noting his comrade's actions, discussing with their thoughts, especially after the invasion. He was glad 141 extracted Soap before the deliberation, where none of them are allowed to perform missions. Gary felt scared, he just got here, got the hang of it, and was afraid to cut ties with the 141 on such short notice. But he hoped Shepherd would talk sense to the board, especially now that the burner phone filled with leads was within their possession.

"You're awfully quiet…" Ghost nudged to Gary while fidgeting with his gun.

"Well, I got nothing to talk about." Gary replied, turning to the masked man.

"Well I've got a lot, and it's pretty nasty. Can't say it here though." He replied, his tone was almost relieved, as if he just blurted out something that was bothering him for a long time.

"Is it about them?" Gary whispered, pointing his thumb to the couple back at the med bay.

"That's a different story, and I told you I was right, they already had a thing going on since day 1. Who am I to interfere…" Gary could feel him frown beneath the mask, he got defeated in the war of love.

"That's okay… You'll find someone better." Gary consoled and Ghost automatically shrugged it off.

"Eh. I hope…" he said, turning to the window opposite to Gary's position.

Task Force 141 Base - Infirmary

"The audio from this room's camera is muted so it's best to discuss it here." Ghost sat on the chair as concerned 141 members circled around him, Jack, Alex and Soap occupied the beds as they recovered from injuries.

"What you got for us, lad?" Price crossed his arms as he leaned by the door, his hat tilted perfectly on his head.

"An anonymous number sent Augustus coordinates of the base prior to the attack." He held up the phone and everyone murmured.

"Looks like we have another mole in our hands." Alex grunted, turning to Jack for nostalgia.

"But this time, we have a solid lead to who it is…" Ghost added while everyone braced themselves for the slap of reality they're going to get.

From out of nowhere the infirmary doors opened, Maxine was panting and sobbing at the same time, her hands held her thigh desperately enduring some sort of pain.

"It's Samantha… haaah… Shepherd took her!..." she panted as Gary quickly assisted him while everyone who was capable of fighting dashed to the scene.

"Go, Gary. I'll take care of her." Soap quickly got up with Jack, they were already fine and just required to complete their nutrition so assisting her would be the best option.

Gary nodded and dashed outside, bracing himself for the unbearable news.

"Shit. What's going on! I thought we already agreed not to take Samantha elsewhere!" Gary caught up with Ghost and the rest of the available team.

"I have my wild guess, but you're not going to like it." He replied, adjusting his shades as they exited the building. From there, they saw the General's aircraft already far away from their reach. Behind them Alex, Soap, Jack and Maxine followed, their faces were drawn with extreme sadness.

A few seconds of staring at the sky and Price's comms received an incoming message.

"Captain, I regret to inform you that the 141 is no more… I'm sending the High Value Individual to their care as the threat escalated and is being designated to a different force. I'm sorry. Please tell the rest of the group that in two weeks they will be returned to their prior assignments before 141 was established." his voice was nonchalant, emotionless and straightforward, like he's reading it from a diner table's tissue paper.

"No…" Price muttered. They were this close to Nero. The rest of the team looked down, others started to disperse and did as ordered while the more concerned group stayed.

"Shepherd's working with Nero. He wants the EMP based weaponry to help his marines in Afghanistan." Ghost blurted, raising the heads of everyone around him.

"He's trading the economical side of the world to win a war?" Gary asked, as the information doesn't add up.

"It's a wild guess but the global economic pressure is already influencing the government to allocate more funds to anti terrorism. Cutting off 141 shouldn't be in play but he found a way to do so… He wants us to stop fighting back."

"Then fighting back is what we're going to do." Price muttered, grabbing his phone.

"I'm going to make a few phone calls. Those who want to stay and save the world could stay. Those who are content to return to their past lives, you could leave."

"What about me?" Maxine asked, raising her hand.

"Come with us, We'll take care of you while it's not safe out." Gary said, almost pleading her to say yes.

"I don't have anyone else but France and Samantha. I don't know where to go from here…"

"Then that settles it. Nikolai will take us somewhere safe. If the 141 is no more, we could still salvage weapons and ammo for ourselves. But after this, there's no turning back." Price added, his voice sparked inspiration to everyone.

And that was it, from that moment. They've gone rogue, for a good cause. And they have to defeat Nero, Whatever it takes.

The Next Step

John Price

Task Force 141 - Disbanded

Former Task Force 141 Base - Helipad

A small group of his comrades were willing enough to stop the war, even at the cost of losing a lot of privileges. Price was always one to work under strict jurisdiction, and this rogue act he's going to commit will be backed up soon, it's going to be dependent on how Laswell influences the board.

The idea was easy. Create another task force which had to be approved prior to the 141's disbandment so that the papers for their redeployment would never be processed. Of course a few strings needed to be pulled and an organization must be able to absorb them. Interpol was willing to help along with Jack's influence to the CIA and Price was lucky enough to have them two on their side.

And there they were, with Nikolai's majestic aircraft, they set course to a temporary camp thanks to Jack. Price noted that he'd get along with the CIA, given they're age similarities and stance toward warfare.

He surveyed his trusty crew and took note of their abilities. There's Alex, former CIA and fought alongside him in Verdansk and Urzikstan. He's got a clear objective and will and it doesn't matter to Price whether its love or world peace. He's good at terrible hostile locations and can single-handedly turn the tide of war by local agreements and persuasion. A good weapon.

Then there's Simon Riley, or Ghost. Excellent Sniper, the team's tech guy. He's a keeper, his ability to reject emotions while in combat makes him focused and a keen observer. He also excels in weapon usage. You give him anything with a trigger and he'll be sure to hit enemies no matter what.

Another one is John MacTavish, or Soap, what kind of a name is Soap? Price thought. Price looked at the muppet proudly. He rose among his comrades during recruitment and stood at the top of his batch, showing exemplary combat skills and demolitions expertise. Excellent at handling air support machinery and his keen eye never misses a tango hiding from the field. He's got it tough recently, Price believed luck wasn't on his side that's why he got injured a lot.

There's Gary Sanderson or Roach. Price calls him the team's therapist. He sees the willingness to help from the guy. He's eager to train hard and be better and he was impressed on how he handled the German Infilnitration they did together. He has initiative and a clear goal. Something useful at these times.

There's Francine Winters, France a.k.a. Shepherd's prodigy, the last minute addition. He's still quite skeptic as to why she's placed here, but so far he knew that with her sister mentally disturbed by the enemies she's bound to use her emotions as ammunition. She's great at stealth and close combat especially great for breaking and entering missions. She could be trained of open area battles and she has the drive to do so, making her another good addition to the team.

As for the remaining ones, Jack and Maxine, he has no idea yet but them tagging along and using their resources to the fight would greatly increase their chances of killing Nero and destroying the era of EMP machinery.

"Looks like you got yourself a pretty nice team, pal." Jack patted the Former captain's shoulder.

"Yeah. Small enough to remain secret and powerful enough to defeat Nero." he muttered. Jack held his phone and showed it to Price.

"I got us a place. An old CIA Safehouse."

"Are you sure this is going to be okay?"

"Positive. This one's not used for decades. Classified as dormant and unmaintained. It's situated near a city that once housed a lot of terror activity but after it got neutralized it became very peaceful." Jack convinced. Price no longer hesitated, the team needed the help they can get.

"As long as we're under the radar." He replied and gave Nikolai the coordinates. From there they would begin their revenge toward Nero's attack, plan Samantha's rescue, and discover what Shepherd is really up to...

One step at a time.

Doing everything they can.

To set things right.

Whatever it Takes.

END OF PART 1

Wild ride first half. I hope you stay for the second part right around the corner!

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Interview 03-IO/GW-██

TRANSCRIPT -- Interrogation session 03-IO/GW-██

Date: ████ of █████, 20██

Interrogator on site: Captain ████ Raynes

Transcription Correspondent: Agent ███████ Brewer

Begin recording at 1000 HRS.

S001, ‘Garis’, awaits in the interrogation chamber, appearing fatigued, but stable.

Interrogator agent Raynes is cleared to attempt interrogation.

Interrogator Raynes enters the interrogation chamber. Door is locked.

Begin Questioning.

Garis: Guess we know the drill by now. So… what you got for us this time?

Raynes: Well, surprisingly… our team recovered quite a lot of paperwork. Your cult leader didn’t really seem to have the due diligence to burn it.

Garis: So… lots of stuff we didn’t know about, then? Like what?

Raynes: Cryptocurrency transactions, recruitment figures, personal expenses… the brand name doubled as a money-laundering front for some people your… leader, was associated with, it looks like. Other than that… he was a gambler. Day-trader, broker, conman… you name it.

Garis: Oh, there’s a fair few fucking names we’d use for that degenerate piece of filth. … hey, there’s one of them just now.

Raynes: I’m with you there. I already told about what we found in that pudding - looks like he used the same stuff on himself. Him and Rosenfeld. You think… maybe he wanted to believe his own lies?

Garis: More likely he was just a junkie. Both of them. Using people like us to bring in the dirty money, doing whatever they please and letting the others do the same, ‘cause as long as they make a profit-

Raynes: Hey, hey, hey. I get it. Chill. They were greedy bastards, secret’s out, but they’re dead now. Speak ill of ‘em all you want, but… I’m afraid there’s more. That pudding they gave you? For both you in the cult and the general populace, they put blood in it.

Garis: I-... blood? Like-... my blood?

Garis appears to become nauseous at the concept. They take out a lozenge that agent Raynes had previously provided them with and suck on it.

Raynes: Yeah. Possibly… those blood donations went into it. Mr. Whittock-... Judas, wanted to study the effects of the blood of the young on the aging process using a large sample. When he got something solid, he was gonna sell it to all kinds of people. Politicians, criminals, all kinds of people who were past their prime. Another profit incentive.

Garis: And a way to keep the old and corrupt in power. Fuck… that- you destroyed all that, right?

Raynes: I can’t confirm or deny that.

Note: It’s destroyed. I saw to it myself.

Garis: So… you’ve got all this from those documents. Why are we still here? Just for the hell of it?

Raynes: There’s still a few questions I need to ask you. One of them is about the, ah... possible terrorist motives of the cult. Given everything I’ve just told you, everything Judas looked like he was building up to… why the sudden change of heart? Why order a shipment of weapons so conspicuously?

Garis: We-... we can’t say for sure. Not from our perspective, but… there were-... we got messages from the God in the Numbers around the same time we all received what I later found out were weapons. It… it wasn’t Judas that was talking.

Raynes: So… the other one. Elijah?

Garis: We were... doped up, all of us. Same thing they always did to us, but we knew. I knew. Gale knew. And his voice-... the voice- Elijah, he was the one the God in the Numbers spoke from. We all got our guns, told they would… told it was the rapture. We didn’t know what it meant at the time, but I heard what people thought. That we’d go out and show these ‘relics’ to the world, redeem them in the eyes of God. But… we alone felt the cold steel of a nine millimeter in our hands.

Raynes: But… why do this? Haemolife was more or less off the radar until that weapons shipment came in.

Garis: … I think that was the point where they finally factored Gale in. Someone who could get past that barrier, someone who had the willpower to defy the God in the Numbers. Someone who didn’t have the same fear Iris did. They knew… they knew she’d blab eventually. Desperate times, maybe.

Raynes: And the way Rosenfeld took desperate measures was to initiate a terrorist attack before you could expose the truth?

Garis: No - not to take everyone else out. To destroy everyone in the know - myself included. Maybe something changed along the way, maybe they realised your CIA was onto them. Either way… it was the end for all of us.

Raynes: Even the ones cross country… shit. They were prepared for this. Shit… I mean… you told me about your parents. I guess you didn’t leave anyone behind, at least

S001 grimaces at these words. Their mood appears to be taking a turn for the worse.

Garis: … we did. Fuck. I did. We… couldn’t even say goodbye. We knew what was happening, and-... we pushed him away. We didn’t want to drag him into this, too.

Raynes: Who?

Garis sighs.

Garis: … his name was Alex. He was there for us. If it wasn’t for him, we might not be Garis now. He showed us the best of times, and stuck with us in the worst of times. He knew… he knew about what we truly went through, we told him. And he helped us anyway. Loved us anyway. He-....

Garis pauses for a brief moment. Their face looks almost guilty.

Garis: They, told me about how their dad used to isolate them socially, stick them to one place, and how they grew jealous of all the other kids who had parents who loved them, parents who took them places instead of keeping them cooped up in their rooms, parents that… didn’t have any agreement between each other to do what they wanted to their children. Together, we figured out ways to fight back against our respective abusers. I was able to defy the God in the Numbers because of them. Because of their... humanity, that nobody else showed us. Fuck… all that time, we thought we were saving them. But, now we’re together, we realise… they were saving us. If they became a target…

Raynes: … tell me something. If there’s something you could say to them right now, if they’re alive, if they could listen... what would it be?

Garis hesitates. Agent Brewer detects this conversation is becoming too personal in nature, but the interrogator is owed some leeway.

Garis: … I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t explain to you what was happening, Alex. But… you saved my life. I wish I knew where you were, and I promise one day we’ll find a way to talk to each other again, someway, somehow, and I’ll tell you, once and for all… thank you.

Note: Raynes has taken all the leeway he’s getting.

Agent Brewer enters the interrogation chamber.

Brewer: Raynes, what are you doing?! This isn’t helping us, we’ve gotten everything we need! Now let’s move on to the next stage already, and-

Raynes: William! Get back to your post, I told you I’d handle this.

Brewer: Oh, because you’ve handled everything so fucking well so far, haven’t you?

Garis: Hey, shut the fuck up, goatee!

Raynes: Yeah, shut the fuck up! Finish up that transcript and we’ll take it outside the interrogation chamber. We’ll move onto the wrap up once you’ve got that shit out your system.

Garis: The… ‘wrap up’? What is this? What have you got planned now, CIA?

Raynes: … I guess we’ll see for ourselves. Please, go back to your cell. Things are gonna work themselves out - starting right now.

#[REDACTED] The Haemolife Files #cult tw #abuse tw #{ wow colette. two haemolife files in two days? what's up with you? }#{ well hey! }#{ we're finally reaching the conclusion! }#{ the next few ones will be smaller }#{ a LOT smaller than this i'm sorry this one was chunky }#{ but it's important! }#{ but! i'm hoping this'll be like. the fourth to last? yeah }

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Sunshine After Rain-- Connor (RK800) x Reader (Part 2)

Summary; After the death of your little brother, Cole, your dad hated androids. He blamed them for Cole's death. Hank couldn't stand to be around them. How the hell are you supposed to tell him that your soulmate is an android?

Warnings; swearing, terrible writing

Word Count; 3.2k

Notes;

Part One

Your mind felt heavy. How could your soulmate possibly be an android? There was no way you could tell Hank, not at the moment, at least. You glanced over at him. He was sitting at his desk, pouting over whatever Fowler just told him. You knocked on the captain's office door. Fowler looked up from his paperwork and motioned for you to enter. "I gotta get some air. I'll be back at some point this afternoon." You started to leave, but he called you back in.

"Actually, I'm gonna need you to stick around. An AX400 attacked its owner and kidnapped the guy's daughter. It was spotted down in the Raven Dale district." He reached into a bin and pulled out a sealed bag containing a pink sweater. "I want you to go down there with Hank and Connor to help them track down the kid. Her dad brought this by this morning." You carefully took the bag and examined it. "You'll be able to get some air in the Raven Dale district, right?" You sighed, nodding.

As you walked out of Fowler's office, you saw Hank shove Connor against a wall. Hank yelled at Connor to stop pissing him off. Another officer politely got Hank's attention back to the case at hand. "Hey, dad, Fowler wants me to tag along to see if I can help track the kid down." You called out, catching up to his retreating form.

"Good, I'll have someone to help me keep that plastic bastard in check." You rolled your eyes.

"I'm sure he's not that bad." Hank shot you a disgusted look.

"You've obviously hardly been around the thing. It's fucking annoying."

To save time, the three of you rode together in Hank's car. No one said a word. Awkward silence reigned until Hank started blasting heavy metal. Every once in a while, you would accidentally make eye contact with Connor in the rearview mirror, but you would both quickly look away. You tried to keep you attention on your dog and the case, but your mind kept roaming to the incident with Connor. Sure, he was pretty handsome, but how would a relationship with an android even work? You shook your head in an attempt to clear all the thoughts that were cluttering your mind.

As soon as the car stopped, you clamored out. Hank raised a brow at you but didn't say anything. He walked over to another officer, and the two started questioning the nearby witness. You attached the leash to your dog's collar and led it out of the car. A hand wrapped around your arm, and color exploded before your eyes. You gasped, turning to face Connor. "I do not understand what is happening every time we make contact. My programing is unable to process the circumstances. I feel it is best to remind you, (y/n), that I am an android. I am not a living being capable of having a soulmate." You pulled away from his grip.

"I never said you were," you retorted. Connor nodded.

"I am glad we can agree on that." You rolled your eyes and snatched the evidence bag from the car. Hank walked over to the two of you. He and Connor started talking about deviants having emotions. You opened the bag and carefully pulled out a corner of the soft fabric, holding it out to your dog's direction. It sniffed the sweater before turning its nose to the air.

"It's been raining a lot. Hopefully we can still track it down." Hank crossed his arms, watching the dog sniff around. The dog barked, leading you across the street. You pushed open a gate, allowing your dog to investigate a broken down car. It then made its way to a hole in a chainlink fence separating the lot from an abandoned house. The dog barked again, pawing at the fence. "We got a lead!" You called out. You got down on your knees and crawled through the hole. Moments later, Connor was following suit.

Hank and the other officers used bolt cutters to remove the lock on the front gate. Your dog tugged on its leash, trying to go towards the house. You looked at Connor and nodded. He went in front of you and knocked on the door. "Anybody home?" He shouted. The two of your waited a moment. You could hear shuffling inside. Connor swung the door open and marched inside. You stood in the doorway. Your eyes scanned the area, and your hand hovered over the pistol in your belt. Connor approached the damaged android that was sitting at a table in the middle of the room. The other android, Ralph, swore that he had not seen anyone. Your dog sniffed the floor then snorted. You loosened the leash, allowing the dog to follow the scent trail. You slowly crept closer to the staircase while Connor looked around the main threshold.

Without warning, Ralph leapt from the table and grabbed you. His arms tightened around you. You hardly breathe, let alone move from his grasp. He yelled at the AX400 to run. Your dog snarled and barked wildly. "Down!" You shouted at the animal. The last thing you needed was for it to attack one of the androids or the little girl. The dog laid on the ground as commanded but continued to snarl at Ralph. Connor pulled Ralph away from him, shoving Ralph to the ground. Hank jogged into the house.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It's here. Call it in!" Connor shouted before dashing out the door. You picked up the leash and went to follow him, but Hank blocked your path.

"Are you okay? You've been acting weird all morning."

"Dad, I'm fine. Shouldn't we focus on the task at hand?" You huffed, moving around him. You ran out of the house. Another officer told you what direction they went. "Then why the hell are you just standing here?" you muttered, dashing down the sidewalk. You dodged civilians as you thundered down the street with your dog at your side. You saw an officer dash down an alleyway and followed. He aimed his gun at the deviant, but Connor stopped him from shooting. You all watched as the deviant and the little girl slid down to the highway. Hank came up from behind, clearly out of breath.

"Oh, fuck. That's insane."

"There's no way they'll make it across alive." Connor started to scale the fence, but Hank pulled him back down. They started arguing about whether he should go after them or not. Connor decided to ignore Hank and continue to climb the fence. You reached up and grabbed his arm. He looked down into your eyes. "Come on, Connor. We don't need you getting destroyed again. It'll just slow down the investigation,” you tried to reason. He looked out onto the highway, and you followed his gaze. You watched the different colored vehicles zip down the road. You glanced back up at him. "Connor, please, just get down from there. We found them once, I'm sure we'll be able to find them again." Connor blinked slowly.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY

He slowly climbed back down, and you removed your hand from his arm, sighing as the color drained from your vision.

You and Hank started walking back to the car. "How the hell did you do that?" he inquired with raised brows. You shot him a confused look. Hank scoffed. "How did you get it to listen to you? The damn thing seems to never hear a word I say." You shrugged.

"I don't know. Probably because of my charming personality, which is something you seem to lack." You playfully elbowed his side. Hank gave an exasperated laugh.

"Oh yeah, very funny." He stopped, putting a hand over his stomach. "I'm starving. We should grab a bite before heading back to the station." You smiled, already knowing where he was thinking about going.

"Hell yeah!" You climbed in the backseat, letting Connor sit shotgun. Hank turned up the music as soon as the engine sputtered to life. You gasped and gently shook Hank's shoulder. "Dad, play Killer Queen!" Hank rolled his eyes at your childish antics but complied, reaching up to adjust the stereo. You smiled and sang along to the music that was blasting from the old car's speakers. You poked Hank's shoulder until he finally started to sing too. "Connor, join in! You're the only one not singing." He stared at you with furrowed brows. "Quit being a party pooper and sing!" He turned his gaze to Hank, who just shrugged.

"Might as well give in Connor, they'll just keep buggin' ya until you do." Connor sighed. He mouthed along to the words. You lightly thumped his temple.

"That's not singing," you teased. Connor rolled his eyes and finally joined in. The three of you sang without a care in the world. It took him a while to warm up, but Connor eventually started singing as loud as you. "She's a killer queen! Gunpowder, gelatin dynamite with a laser beam-- guaranteed to blow your mind!"

"I swear, sometimes you act like you're still a child," Hank said as he parked the car. When he climbed out, you leaned forward to look at Connor. He was smiling.

"See, wasn't that fun?" He slightly tilted his head with a hum.

"Yes, I suppose it was." You smiled back at him before climbing out of the car. Connor stared at his lap. His brows knitted together. He wasn't supposed to develop emotions. He wasn't supposed to have a soulmate. He's an android, not a living being. He wouldn't let himself become a deviant.

You caught up with Hank at the counter of the little food truck. Although it wasn't the healthiest of choices, Chicken Feed made one damn good burger. You weren't too hungry, so you just ordered some tater tots and a soda. The owner, Gary, was a good friend of Hank's. He usually didn't charge either of you for your food, which you were very grateful for. As the two of you waited for your orders, Connor came to stand beside Hank. "Look, you don't have to follow me around look a poodle," he huffed. Connor tried to apologize to Hank, which made him laugh. You thanked Gary when he handed over your food. You followed Hank over to one of the tall tables nearby, and Connor followed behind you. The android made a snarky comment about how you both shouldn't eat your meals because it was unhealthy. Hank shrugged and continued to eat his burger, while you threw a tater tot at Connor.

"Unlike you, we only live once. So I will continue to eat whatever the hell I want." Hank snorted, and Connor looked slightly offended by the fact that you threw a tater tot at him. There were a few brief moments of silence before Connor spoke again.

"Is there anything you'd like to know about me?" Hank wrinkled his nose.

"Hell no.. Well, yeah, why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?" You laughed aloud but quickly covered your mouth to stifle your giggles. Hank looked slightly proud at his joke while Connor just raised a brow. He then explained that he was specifically designed to work harmoniously with humans. Hank nodded, as if he understood. "Well, they fucked up." You snorted.

"Leave him alone, dad. You're not the best looking either." Hank scoffed and rolled his eyes. A wide smile crossed your face.

"Don't you fucking dare say it."

"You're giving him grief about having a weird voice when you're the one that sounds like Mr. Krabs from SpongeBob!" you said in between laughs. Hank nudged you with his elbow, and you retaliated by throwing a tater tot at him. Connor cleared his throat and suggested that they reconvene by discussing the deviant cases. You sipped on your soda as they talked. You were only half paying attention, glancing at the two in between bites.

"Adapting to human unpredictability is one of my key features," he said with a wink. You started choking on your drink. Hank looked at you quizzically. You grimaced and cleared your throat. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Sorry, it went down the wrong way." You coughed before popping the last tater tot into your mouth.

Connor started to blink rapidly. His LED indicator flashed. He alerted the two that he had just received information concerning a deviant case not far from their current location. Connor suggested that they go investigate once you two finished your meals. With that, he turned on his heel and headed back to the car. Hank turned to face you. "So, what was all that about?" You feigned confusion, and he just raised a brow at you, waiting for you to answer.

"Nothing, dad. Like I said earlier, I'm fine." Hank hummed and sipped on his drink, clearly not believing you. You rolled your eyes and threw your trash in a nearby trashcan. "Well, since you've got another case, I guess I'll be sticking around a little while longer."

You followed Hank out of the elevator. Casting a glance over your shoulder, you saw Connor still standing in the elevator with his eyes closed. "What is he doing?" You looked over at Hank. He threw his hands up.

"I don't understand half the things he does. Hey, Connor!" The android opened his eyes to see the two of you staring at him. "Did you run out of batteries or what?" He apologized, stating that he was making a report to CyberLife. You raised your brows in awe.

"You can do that just by closing your eyes?" Connor nodded. "That's so cool! I wish I could do that. It would make paperwork hella easier." Hank snorted.

"You got that right." He started walking down the hall, and you motioned for Connor to follow. Hank grumbled about having to investigate a strange noise. Connor walked around the hall, analyzing everything. You squinted at a large pile of feathers near the apartment door.

"That's a lot of feathers. I wonder if the deviant has a pet bird or two."

Connor knocked on the door but received no answer. He looked to you and Hank, and you just shrugged in response. He knocked louder. Still no answer. He knocked one last time, announcing that they were with the Detroit Police Department. A loud crash sounded from the other side. Within seconds, Hank had his gun out and was standing in front of you. "You two, stay behind me." You pulled out your own weapon. Connor swept you behind himself.

"Connor, I can take care of myself ya know," you muttered.

"I can be replaced, and as you pointed out earlier, you only live once. Having someone injured could be detrimental to the investigation."

"Fine," you huffed. Hank kicked the door in. He led the way inside the apartment, making sure that no one was hiding around a corner before entering a room.

The three of you separated into different rooms. You walked into the living room. You frowned as pigeons flew all around the room upon your entrance. You made sure to watch your step, not wanting to get shit all over your shoes. A large drawing on one of the walls caught your eye. You made your way to it and traced its details with your finger. Connor came to stand beside you. He seemed more interested in an urban farm poster than the drawings. He peeled back the poster, discovering a hole in the wall that was hiding a journal. Connor pulled it out and flipped through the pages. You leaned over to look at it and furrowed your brows. "Do you have a program that can decode it?" Connor tucked the journal in a pocket inside his jacket.

"No, it's indecipherable." You hummed, turning to face the closet next to you. You swung open the doors and screeched. Hank and Connor swirled around to face you. You swung your arms wildly as a flock of pigeons flew out of the closet.

"Fucking rats with wings!" you hissed. Hank's laughter filled the air as you scowled at him. Even Connor seemed amused. "You would've screamed too if they were coming for you!" You turned to Connor. "If you don't wipe that smug smile off your face, I'm gonna shove a pigeon in your face." He tilted his head.

"How can I wipe away a facial expression?"

"You have so much to learn about slang," you sighed. The three of you continued to search around the small apartment. Hank would randomly make a smartass comment about the pigeons just to annoy you, and you would retaliate by flipping him off.

Without warning, someone fell from the ceiling and knocked Connor over. When the deviant ran out of the apartment, Hank shouted something about chasing it. Connor was the first to dash out of the door, and you attempted to keep up until they stared doing parkour type shit. You and Hank gaped at the two androids as they started jumping on to moving trains. The two of you somehow managed to find another way around and made it to the greenhouses. The deviant ran into Hank, and he fell over the ledge. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Your heart skipped a beat as you lunged forward in attempt to help pull him back to safety. Connor was stuck between chasing after the deviant or helping you. "Connor, get your ass over here and help me!" You shouted, cutting through his analysis.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY.

He clinched his jaw as he stepped forward. Connor reached over and helped you pull Hank back onto the roof. You sighed in relief. Hank got to his feet and ranted about how they would have caught it if it wasn't for him.

"Dad, don't say that. It'll be okay. We know what it looks like, and I'm sure we'll be able to track it down again. Right, Connor?" The android nodded.

"It wasn't your fault, Lieutenant. I should've been faster."

"Both of you need to quit being so hard on yourselves. We did good today." Hank nodded and started walking back through the greenhouses.

You gently grabbed Connor's arm to stop him. When he turned to face you, you wrapped your arms around him in an embrace. He stiffened, unsure of what to do. Connor's LED flashed yellow until it settled on blue as he returned the embrace. "I know your main goal is to complete your mission with capturing deviants, but I just.." You paused, sighing. "I just wanted to thank you for what you did back there." You pulled away from the embrace, but kept a hand on his arm so you could see the color in his eyes. "My dad's the only family I have left. I would go batshit crazy if something bad happened to him and there was something that could've been done to prevent it." Connor's eyes softened as he looked over your facial features. He went to move his hand but hesitated. He took a breath before reaching up to touch a strand of your (h/l), (h/c) hair.

"Of course, (y/n)."

Hank turned around and saw the two of you. At first he scowled, but then he saw how gentle Connor was with you. He hummed, deep in thought. Hank turned on his heel and continued walking.

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kinetic-elaboration · 3 years

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July 17: 2x26 Assignment: Earth

Finally finished up S2 of TOS yesterday. That was... a rough episode tbh. I’m just gonna say it: back door pilots are bad! They’re bad. If I wanted to watch that other show, I’d watch it.

Wow, they’re just really jumping right in, huh? “Here we are, on a routine mission into the past, using a time travel method that we invented nbd.”

Investigating desperate problems in the year 2020...2016.... no wait 1968.

Ooh, Spock in the transport room today. Does he have a whole extra random station there? That’s so weird; I’ve never seen that before. It’s like hidden in the corner.

Cat!! Cat!!

What a good actor. I’m still bitter that wikipedia has a whole section about the casting for “Isis the cat” that talks entirely about the human who played Isis for 2 minutes and nothing about the talented feline actor. Where did they find her? How did they teach her to act?

She has a lot of thoughts about Kirk.

I wrote down “Scully, you’ve got to see this” in my notes and I’ve already forgotten what it refers to lol. Some moment that I thought would fit well with my favorite x-files meme.

Change history, you say? Spock is intrigued. ...Admittedly, Spock is often intrigued.

“What if it turns out you’re an invading alien from the future?” Honestly...let him invade. You’re not supposed to be here anyway.

I’m pretty insulted by this. The aliens went through all this trouble to help in 1968...where are our alien helpers NOW?

The cat straight up attacked his face.

Kirk is so fond of Spock being fond of the cat.

“It’s a lovely animal. I feel myself strangely drawn to it.”

Kirk is way too confused by Seven--an allegedly human person with super-human abilities that he says come from aliens--and yet, he’s met Charlie X so??? Is this not the same?

Kirk’s got the whole crew checking in on zoom.

(I actually do like this sequence of him getting video calls from different parts of the ship.)

“Weren’t orbiting H-bombs a huge problem in 1968?” Looks at the camera like he’s on The Office. Not the subtlest bit of writing in the “social commentary” genre. I do say this with love, though. I always enjoy when they comment on contemporary problems.

“He has a totally perfect body.” Lol don’t distract these two bisexuals.

[soft meowing]

“The prisoner has escaped.” The way this is shot, it looks like he’s talking about the cat.

Hmm, I do love the decor. Very 60s. This honestly immediately feels like a different show, and a much more dated show; even when the Enterprise time travels, it tends not to time travel to... office space.

Love the little sounds the computer makes.

So is Isis supposed to be one of the fancy aliens? It’s never explained but one must assume she is.

Aw, he’s petting her paw.

So I assumed the cats sounds are real, but just dubbed. They’re not lol. Which I guess isn’t surprising: this cat makes a lot of noises! They were provided by a human voice actress.

Damn.... I want a secret bookshelf that turns around to reveal a super computer with a big screen. “Computer... play Netflix.”

That’s what Seven does in his spare time.

The computer is an AI. “Beta 5 snobbery” lol.

Where are OUR alien overlords to stop US from destroying ourselves before WE can mature into a peaceful society?

This is really masterful exposition lol. Not forced or awkward at all.

ST sure does love the snooty female computer trope.

“Get us the proper costumes.” Yes, get Spock his Requisite Hat.

Omicron IV....that’s one of the names they use in Futurama lol. Such nerds.

Another excellent Spock Hat.

I love Seven’s various IDs. Great style. I wish my driver’s license looked like those.

“Who do you think you are?” He hasn’t decided yet. That’s why he was shifting through his IDs.

Seven is not smart lol. Like, he should have figured out way faster that this lady isn’t one of the Alien Overlords. He asks her the code question, she doesn’t understand it, and he... assumes she’s just really in character? Dude, that’s what the code questions are for!!! To help you identify people! Otherwise you could just straight up ask: are you an alien?

Instead he’s like “oh, you silly alien, you’re playing with me,” and then is forced to trap her, reveal his whole mission, and ultimately ensnare her in his plan.

I want that typewriter. Voice recognition typewriter.

"My incompetence has made you aware of very secret devices." Well at least he knows.

Trained cat!

The alien overlords were killed in a random car accident. That’s ironic.

Oh look, a real rocket!

Brown pants + short sleeved shirt + tie is such a Classic 60s look.

This security guard doesn’t think it’s weird that this random dude has a cat with him? Is this part of Isis’s alien power?

Except for the part where it’s a weapon, it’s pretty cool to see all this build up to, like... launching stuff into space. Exciting.

Isis likes to be on shoulders. Just like Little Guy.

New hat for Spock. His outer wear hat, and now his fancy hat. There is something to be said for this ep, and that is Kirk and Spock in suits.

Amazing how they literally launched rockets with computers that old. Like seeing the big bank of primitive computers is totally wild. We put people on the moon that way! Amazing.

“Meow.” Lol, Isis is stressed so she’s speaking like a cat. That’s a pretty funny joke actually.

Seven is so incompetent. If he’d just let the Enterprise help, Scotty could have fixed that rocket issue in like 3 seconds.

Lol everyone’s just pulling Gary through space. Now on the Enterprise. Now in the office.

Why does this computer have a hug black screen if it only displays images on the small white circle?

"Spock and I in custody. Main characters, doing nothing, knowing nothing, totally useless and irrelevant. I have never felt more helpless." Literally what is even the point of them today? Does Spock even have lines outside of “I like the cat”?

Isis is jealous of Roberta. Is she.. in a relationship with Seven lol?

Uhura is listening to everyone in the world. She probably has a universal translator on, but I do feel like this scene implies she just...understands all the languages.

So now the warhead is armed and heading to somewhere vague... in other words, everyone has collectively made the situation worse.

....Or this was Seven’s plan all along? To scare people into ceasing to be so careful with nuclear weaponry? As someone who knows humans better than this guy, I think this is a dumbass plan.

“That’s why so many people in my generation are kind of crazy and rebels.” Same, sweetheart.

Really this is just a story about bad communication. If Seven had told Kirk his plan upfront, Kirk would have helped him. And if Kirk weren’t so insistent on involving himself in something just because he happens to be somewhere he probably shouldn’t be, we wouldn’t have this issue either. The hubris of everyone.

Overall, just a really forced narrative imo.

Or that’s how it was supposed to be lol. The Irony of time travel. By it’s nature, everything has already worked out.

Kirk and Spock are like “You’re welcome. Peace out.”

Honestly... Isis was the only good part. Such a talented cat actor!! Or trio of cat actors, I guess. Had to do all those stunts and stuff.. .amazing. I also liked the concept of Isis. How she turned into a human later just to troll Roberta. How she’s never really explained--one must assume, an alien? Plus I pretty much never get tired of human + animal teams where the animal makes animal noises and the human just understands and answers in English.

As a stand alone sci fi concept...it was okay. Kinda dated by now. The alien tech was nifty and Roberta could have grown on me. Maybe even Seven, though he left a lot to be desire. That said, the narrative relied a lot on people getting in each other’s way for no reason, which I find very frustrating.

But as a Star Trek episode....no. The main characters were just nuisances on the side lines!! I’m not even sure what Kirk’s mission here was--to try to figure out what Seven was doing? And stop him if necessary? But he never really decided if it was or not, until the point where not trusting him would basically cause a nuclear war? I don’t know, I found it all very frustrating. The melding of the original show and the spinoff was not smooth.

If I were watching this in 1968, I’d feel very cheated. THIS was the season finale? That’s it? I don’t even get a real Star Trek episode and now I have to wait months for anything new?

And what I get after all that waiting is Spock’s Brain?? I’d be tempted to quit. If I had a tumblr in 1969 I’d be writing multi-paragraph rants about how the best show on television has completely nose-dived lol.

But then there’s The Enterprise Incident, which is one of the best episodes... I don’t know, man. It’s a conundrum. I’ve only seen maybe half of season 3 but from what I remember it’s very uneven: some of the best eps (The Enterprise Incident, For the World Is Hollow, Day of the Dove) mixed in with some of the worst (Spock’s Brain, The Paradise Syndrome), plus some that are good concepts but shoddily executed (The Way to Eden). So we’ll see what I think about it when I see it all in one piece, in air date order.

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luobingmeis · 4 years

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maybe i’m my own greatest fear (a taz grad/fitzrain fic)

A/N: i'm still trying to get the grasp of writing taz grad fic, but after episode 6 i couldn't not fic this. also my brain just keeps bouncing back and forth between loving fitzroy/argo and fitzroy/rainer so i guess i multiship now!!! reblogs are greatly appreciated!!!

also title from sorority noise’s “art school wannabe”

summary:

“This promotion? Great, wonderful! A villain? Not so good.”

“And… why?”

“Because I’m not one of the bad guys?”

(Fitzroy goes to Rainer's dorm to talk about his "new assignment" and instead realizes that he can't avoid talking about his feelings and fears any longer.)

read on ao3!!!

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Rainer’s dorm was charmingly her. It was in the space between messy and tidy; the floor was spotless and the bed made, but stacks of books and jewelry and papers (and maybe a small skeleton or two, though he was never actively looking for those) covered the surface of every desk and dresser. The door off to the side, which was to remain locked until Rainer chose her permanent hench, was covered in posters and drawings tactfully placed, and a lone calendar filled to the brim in a quill she charmed to write in whatever glittery color she desired.

Very charmingly her.

Fitzroy had rarely been here long enough to actually pay her decorum any mind. Most of the time they had alone was spent on the outskirts of campus, or in the minutes they had between classes; more often than not, them “hanging out” involved at least three other people venturing to a much more crowded place.

Still, though, he couldn’t quite stop his feet from walking to her dorm. Rainer had no roommate, no hench, and, well… Hieronymous told him to keep his program change a secret, but when has he ever been able to keep a secret, anyway?

“I half expected you to already be at the tavern,” Rainer was saying, her back to him as she sorted through one of her notebooks (probably looking for the report she’d have to write on their field experience, or more so a report on how promising the kicks and henches seemed). “Maybe even bickering with Argo over who’s paying for drinks.”

She looked around the high-back of her chair and shot him a smile.

“Please, Rainer,” he said, hoping that his smirk and posture maintained his poise and not the thoughts that were racing through his head. “I’m enough of a gentleman to know to pay for my friends’ drinks.”

“I know you are,” Rainer said, softly, and Fitzroy was thankful that it was then that she turned back to her desk so she wouldn’t have to see the red rising in his face.

Of all he expected to find at Wiggenstaff, he didn’t expect Rainer.

Or, more so, of how much he expected to detest Wiggenstaff, he didn’t expect to find someone who gave him a reason to consider sticking around. He had Argo and the Firbolg, of course, and he appreciated his friends (perhaps even best friends, though Fitzroy hadn’t had any prior experience with that level of friendship), but what he had with Rainer was… different.

Which only made everything more complicated, because of course it did.

“I actually came here to talk to you,” he continued, looking up at the small lights she had hanging with the tapestry around her bed.

Rainer snorted. “No, really? I thought you came to talk to Gary.”

Fitzroy rolled his eyes, barely trying to hold back a smile, and was about to make some witty quip about Rainer’s own when he was interrupted with a, “Hey! Rainer! See you’ve got guests up ‘ere!”

Both their eyes flashed to the now-animated gargoyle in the corner of Rainer’s room, and Fitzroy suddenly felt like he was trapped in a tank at the reminder that not only were the Garys listening, but also a hivemind . That shared information. Information that could be private.

“Yeah, Gary, it’s-”

“Is there a way that he could actually be turned off?” Fitzroy asked, thankful that his voice remained level. “Apologies for the interruption but this is, well-” He swallowed, forced a smile “-this is kind of important.”

Rainer, spinning around to face him, arched an eyebrow before, with a flick of her wrist, a small, nearly-translucent bubble formed around the Gary.

“Silence,” she explained. “My Gary isn’t a nark so it’s probably fine.”

“Perfect,” Fitzroy nodded, allowing himself a relaxed grin.

“And I’ll admit, Fitz-” and she tapped her fingers against the arm of her chair “-You’ve got me kinda nervous here.”

“Well, no, you see- it’s fine, really.”

“That’s a lot of filler words for fine.” Still, she smiled and cocked her head.

“A lot of filler words for great, actually!” Fitzroy assured, to her and himself. “I’ve actually moved up in the so-called hierarchy here! Our dear Headmaster wants to put me into the hero-villain tract!”

Rainer’s glee was almost enough to make Fitzroy think that perhaps this wasn’t the complete end of everything. “Fitz, that’s amazing!” she exclaimed, moving her chair closer in so that she could tightly grab his hands. “We can all have classes together! You and me and Buck and Rolandus and his crew—don’t worry, they’re really all super nice—it’ll be so much fun!” She then furrowed her brows, suddenly serious, and, if possible, she squeezed his hands tighter. “What about Bud and Argo, though? Where are they going?”

“Oh, they’ll be fine,” he said, smiling. “They’ll be coming with me! As my- well, we all have to talk soon, but I assume they’ll be by my side.”

“Oh, like sidekicks!”

Fitzroy then sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, grimacing. “And that , my dear, is when things start to get a little complicated.”

“What do you mean?” Rainer asked, frowning. “Don’t tell me- they’re not leaving, are-”

“Oh, no!” Fitzroy shook his head quickly. “No, not at all. They’ll be coming with me, but as… Well, you see, when good ole’ Hieronymous bumped me up, he didn’t… bump me up to being a hero.”

“Oh, so you’re a villain!”

Fitzroy was proud of himself for holding back a flinch. “Apparently so.”

“Oh, Fitz! That’s so cool! It’s honestly really fun. A lot of the professors are actually super cool, which is nice because some of the content , oh boy, and-”

Fitzroy worried his bottom lip, trying to hold back the nerves and… aggravation that bubbled up in him. “But-” he interrupted “-but do you see the… issue… here?”

Rainer paused, studying him for a moment. “No?” she finally responded, equal parts confused and suspicious.

“This promotion? Great, wonderful! A villain? Not so good.”

“And… why?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Because I’m not one of the bad guys?”

Rainer froze for a moment and, while she gaped at him and then over at the stacks of textbooks and notebooks, it was then that Fitzroy realized that, perhaps, he fucked up.

Dropping his hands right back into his lap, she huffed and moved herself back. “Wow, Fitz, super cool.”

“Rainer, wait,” he sighed. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” She asked, annoyance coloring her own voice. “Because, honestly, if you think I’m a bad guy-”

“No, it’s-” Fitzroy found himself fumbling for words as his eyes darted around Rainer’s dorm to focus on anything but the scowl on her face “-it’s not that.”

“Then what?”

“It’s just-” An exasperated sigh left him again and, in resignation, he threw his hands up “-the villains are the ones we fight against!”

She narrowed her eyes. “Who’s we? ”

“The Maplecourts!” he exclaimed. Once, simply stating the family name would make one think of knighthood. “We’re- we’re a long line of knights who are trained to fight evil and that is what I am meant to do!”

“Okay.” Rainer pinched the bridge of her nose, shutting her eyes tight. “You know equating villains with evil is pretty archaic, right? Like, there are heroes who are capital-E evil who just, I don’t know, fudged the budget, and then there are heroes who are capital-E evil because they actually did some really bad stuff. Like, I know that you know that.”

His head fell back as he huffed again. “You’re not getting it.”

“No, I’m really not!”

Looking back down at her, he shook his head. “I can’t be a villain!”

“Why? Villains aren’t automatically bad people!”

“I know! It’s just- the Maplecourts- we’re knights! ”

It was Rainer’s own turn now to throw her hands up. “You can still be a knight!”

“But not really! ” He snapped, his temper beginning to creep through as he struggled to restrain his volume.

“Why, Fitzroy? Why?”

“Because- because everyone expects me to be a knight so that’s what I need to do and-”

“Enough about everyone else!” Rainer snapped back. “I don’t care about everyone else! Only you! So, what do you think, Fitzroy? Why is this an issue for you? ”

“I’m terrified that this is all a mistake!” Fitzroy finally rushed out, unable to find it in him to care that he was near shouting. “I’m terrified that my time here is just derailing the future that I’m supposed to be taking! And- And this place isn’t the worst, okay? Argo and the Firbolg are my best friends and I love you but I am also so scared that I’m going to get out of here and there’s going to be nothing left for me! My family isn’t going to want a villain, Clyde’s Knight School isn’t going to want a knight who fought against the good that they strive to maintain, and- honestly, it felt like this school didn’t want me either! I just don’t want to keep going from nothing to nothing while everyone else gets to have the lives they all fucking hoped and dreamed for!”

Fitzroy, his breathing almost as shaky as his hands, looked pointedly away from Rainer. He blinked quickly, trying not to pay too much attention to how his eyes burned and, instead, tried to take down his anger—at Rainer for seeing through him, at himself for letting his temper burst out—before his magic decided to go wild.

He could already feel it thrumming through his veins, hot and chaotic, and the last thing he wanted was to destroy anything else.

He really didn’t like fighting with Rainer.

Suddenly exhausted, with every bone in his body weighing a ton, he let his head drop in his hands and roughly pressed his thumbs into his temples.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice much quieter now. “It’s just-”

He was interrupted by a hand rubbing gentle circles on his back, and he looked up to find Rainer sitting next to him. Quickly, he ducked his head back down. Rainer didn’t deserve to see him like this: a small, scared animal lashing out in a final act of defense.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, quiet and, in his knightly opinion, pathetically fragile.

“It’s okay to be scared,” Rainer said, her hand finding its place of rest on his shoulder. “It’s okay to feel lost, even. But also… don’t run away from opportunities just because they scare you. That’s not you.”

He let out a weak laugh and finally picked his head up, flashing her whatever he could muster of a smile. “It’s pathetic though, isn’t it? I’m trained to be at the front-line in battle and I’m- I’m losing my cool because of academics .”

“Don’t just dismiss yourself like that,” she sighed. “It’s not pathetic, and obviously you’re upset over more than just some classes.”

“I just…” He released a breath, shoulders sagging. “Not to be incredibly dramatic, but it feels like my life keeps falling to pieces.”

“And I wish there was something I could do.”

He smiled slightly and rested a hand on her knee. “You don’t have to go through that trouble for me.”

“Maybe not.” Rainer shrugged. “But I want to.”

Fitzroy swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat.

“I think… I think you’re going to be okay,” Rainer continued. “I think things are going to be normal again, and I think you’re gonna like the new program-” Her voice then quieted “-Plus, being a villain isn’t so bad.”

The heat of shame rushed to his face and, trying to find the right thing to say to make up for that , he shook his head.

“I shouldn’t have said any of that to you,” he whispered.

Rainer shrugged with a half-hearted smile. “It’s okay.”

“No-” Fitzroy shook his head again, taking her hands “-it really isn’t.”

Rainer looked away for a moment, worrying her bottom lip. “I… well, okay, yeah, the whole villain comment hurt, but it’s- it’s fine.”

“But it really, really wasn’t okay,” he said, catching Rainer’s eye. “That was a major asshole move of me. You… you are nowhere near a bad person, Rainer. Not only are you a great person, a good person, you… you’re one of the best.” She smiled, a true one this time, and Fitzroy gently cupped her cheek. “It was unfair of me to… to generalize and take my frustrations out on you. And I- I really am sorry.”

“It’s okay, really,” Rainer said, placing her hand over his. “You’re forgiven.”

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

A smirk dashed across her face. “You just might have to retake a class or two on chivalry.”

He gave her a smile. “A small price to pay.”

Rainer’s smirk turned into a smile as well and, for just a moment, she studied him. “Are you going to be happy here, Fitzroy?”

He faltered.

If he had been asked that at orientation, the answer would have been short and simple: absolutely not. Happy? At Wiggenstaff’s when he was just attending Clyde Nite’s Night Knight School? How could he be?

Now, though, the answer wasn’t so easy.

“I want to be,” he finally said, sighing. “And, push comes to shove, I really do like it here. I have you, and I have our friends. It’s just… I want to be happy. But-” he scratched the back of his neck “-I think it’s obvious I have some stuff I need to work on. Nothing the school can fix… Honestly, I should be grateful to have this offer. It’s just… me-stuff, you know?”

Rainer nodded. “And we’ll be here to help you out. We all want you here, love you being here. I love you, Fitz. And I think you should take this opportunity. I know it’s not what you expected, but it can still get you a foot in the door. And… I’m not gonna pry, and I don’t know what I can do to help with all the family stuff and the Clyde’s Knight school stuff but… I think they would all just want you to be happy. Want you to do what you want to do. And if that’s being a knight, great! But if you end up doing something else and loving it? Then they should love that for you.” She then leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “And… if anything, we’re your family, too. And we’ve got your back.”

Fitzroy smiled, and found himself very lucky to have Rainer in his corner. “I love you, too,” he said. “And I’ll do better next time at… actually talking instead of skirting around it.”

Rainer smiled, too. “I think you’ll be okay.”

“I’ll do it for you,” he said before leaning in and giving her a kiss. His hand rested gently at her hip, one of hers ghosting over the back of his neck and, when they pulled apart, he smiled. “You and a good grade, of course. As a villain, I probably have to do a lot of talking, right? Gotta freshen up on my monologuing.”

Rainer rolled her eyes with a laugh. “ So much monologuing. And you gotta do it with a hero, too. Buck’s the worst to do it with. He’ll do a monologue while you’re monologuing to try to out-monologue your monologue.”

“Well, I’ll just have to talk really loud, I guess,” he said, laughing, too.

“I think you’ll do fine.” Rainer smiled. “I think you’ll do good. Do well … and some good, too.”

Fitzroy took her hands back in his own. “Not as good as you.”

“Who would’ve known that you were such a sap?”

“Don’t tell anyone,” he said with a wink. “I have a reputation.”

Rainer smirked. “You once lost an arm-wrestling contest with a hologram.”

He scoffed. “That was supposed to be a secret .”

“That you told everyone!” Rainer laughed before leaning forward and kissing him again. “But I can actually keep a secret, so you’re fine.”

“Your confidence is greatly appreciated,” he said, “Oh, and! I was not supposed to tell anyone that I’m a villain now, either, so keep this on the DL as well.”

“Fitz!”

“But hey! Now that we’re gonna have classes together, we can pass fun, secret notes to each other! Dish the goss and share secrets!”

“We already do that!”

“Yeah but now we can be super sneaky about it!”

Rainer, shoving his shoulder, laughed. “I swear, if you make my GPA drop-”

“I would never!”

“I already have to deal with Buck trying to talk to me all the time! And sometimes Rolandus, too, when he’s feeling particularly fight-y… with Buck. So-” She jutted a finger at him “-I have my eye on you, Maplecourt.”

He winked at her. “I know you do.”

Rainer stared at him, shaking her head, though she was only able to hold off a smile for so long. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Love you, too,” Fitzroy said, pressing a kiss to her forehead before standing. “Well, I guess I have some roommates I need to, ah, break this news to.”

“Good luck,” she said, smiling up at him.

“Much appreciated,” he said.

With his hand on the doorknob, he gave Rainer one final smile over his shoulder. “See you around, my lovely partner in crime.”

Rainer grinned. “Try not to get into too much trouble,” she said, shooting him a wink.

“I’ll try my best,” he said with a soft laugh before stepping out of her dorm.

#taz graduation #fitzrain #sir fitzroy maplecourt #rainer michelle #taz rainer #i had a lot of fun w/ this fic but im also real nervous to post it lmao #stuff i write

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nami-writes · 3 years

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Humans Don’t Come Back - Detroit: Become Human

i saw this fan art a while ago and, well, i couldn’t resist writing fanfiction based off of it bc i love connor but i also love hurting him, so that’s what i’m gonna do here. enjoy the feels B)

Numb.

Connor felt numb.

He was sitting on the bench in Riverside Park, two weeks after Hank’s death, and he felt nothing.

Or, rather, he felt something. He just couldn’t seem to let it through.

It reminded him of what being nothing but a machine had felt like. Feeling emotions, knowing he’s feeling them, but pushing and shoving them back down so they wouldn’t show. Fighting to hide them, to drown them and cover them up with only thoughts that related to his mission. It had almost become instinctual, his natural reaction to even the slightest signs of emotion; of deviancy.

He realized now that part of the reason why he did that was out of fear.

Fear of becoming deviant, fear of being found out, fear of being sent back and deactivated and destroyed and killed.

He’d always been afraid of feeling.

He remembered when Sumo died three years after the revolution. Soon after he moved in, Hank had made him see a therapist, another android, and helped him make progress on learning not to be so afraid of and opposed to feeling. Even if he didn’t know how to, he’d done his best to support him through anything and everything and he’d been the one to catch him whenever he fell too far.

But all of that progress had been lost when Connor first noticed the symptoms that Sumo was dying. Hank was in denial at first, but they had both known what was coming.

The following weeks, Connor had almost reverted back to how he’d previously been. Hank saw how he was so willing to do anything for him, from chores and housework to paperwork and reports and he’d let him do what he wanted for the first couple of days, but it didn’t take long for him to get fed up of ordering him around like he was still just a machine.

What he hadn’t seen, though, was Connor trying his hardest to keep himself together. Before, he’d built walls to keep emotions out and he’d been trying to break them down, but now, he was afraid of the negative emotions drowning out the positive ones. No emotions were better than too many negative emotions, so he needed something, anything to distract himself so the walls wouldn’t fall and crush him under their weight.

His therapist had told him he was suppressing his emotions as a coping mechanism but he still fought constantly to keep his LED blue so Hank wouldn’t worry, though it occasionally glinted yellow.

But when it came time to euthanize Sumo, he and Hank remained beside him and he couldn’t help his LED turning red.

He’d never dealt with loss before.

Before Hank and Sumo, he’d never been attached to anyone enough to be able to process the grief. And when he’d realized he was going to lose one of them... he’d had no idea how to handle it.

It wasn’t any different now.

No, that was wrong.

Now, his LED spun a constant yellow, flickering red every few seconds, because there was nobody to worry about it.

Now, he’d lost both of them.

Now, he had nothing else to lose.

What was left for him now?

Hank had put him in his will and left everything he had in Connor’s possession. Technically, he still had everything.

But losing Hank felt like he was left with nothing.

Sitting on the park bench, he began to reconstruct what had happened there a hundred years ago. He felt his LED flash red when he watched Hank’s outline form beside him but ignored it.

This memory wasn’t one of his favorites, but it was one way to remember him, and he would never let himself forget him. He remembered every part of it perfectly.

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DATE: NOVEMBER 7, 2038

EVENT: COLE DISCUSSION & THREAT

◻ RECONSTRUCT

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RECONSTRUCTION 0/1 EVENTS

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He watched his own outline walk up beside Hank’s and replayed the audio he’d saved from this exact moment.

“Nice view, huh?”

He looked out toward Ambassador Bridge, remembering how its lights had reflected faintly off the river. They were off now, but at night, they certainly did look nice.

“I used to come here a lot, before...”

Past Hank drank from the beer bottle he held in his hand and it hurt to watch. His alcoholism had been part of the reason he’d died sooner than he should’ve, at 153 years old, while the average life expectancy was 161-164. He’d convinced him to stop drinking after he moved in and made sure he took care of himself, but it seemed even that hadn’t been enough to reverse the effects of years of alcoholism and an unhealthy lifestyle.

He’d give anything to get those remaining 8 years with him.

Hell, he’d give anything to just get one more day with him. An hour would suffice. He’d even take a minute if he could.

“Before what?”

At the time, he’d guessed that Hank was referring to Cole’s death.

“Hm?”

“You said, ‘I used to come here a lot, before.’ Before what?”

He’d still chosen to tread carefully, as he knew it was a sensitive topic.

“Before...”

Hank had told him later on that this was one of the moments before the Cyberlife Tower incident where he really considered opening up.

“Before nothing.”

He watched himself turn to face him, crossing his arms hesitantly, unsure if his next question would be appropriate.

“Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?”

“Do all androids ask so many personal questions, or is it just you?”

If it didn’t hurt so much just to remember Hank’s voice, he would’ve wanted to laugh at the sarcasm he remembered dripping from his voice.

“Why are you so determined to kill yourself?”

The question stung even him now, but he was just glad that wasn’t how he’d died.

“Some things I just can’t forget. Whatever I do, they’re always there, eating away at me. I don’t have the guts to pull the trigger, so I kill myself a little more every day.”

Hank’s outline turned to look at Connor’s.

“That’s probably pretty difficult for you to understand, huh, Connor? Nothing very rational about it.”

That was true; he hadn’t really understood at the time. But now, he understood better than he ever wished he could’ve.

He’d spent the past three weeks avoiding Hank’s room. Hell, he’d spent the past three weeks avoiding their house. Or... his house, now. He hadn’t been back in exactly two weeks, three days and eleven hours. Instead, he’d been walking around for days on end, just trying to distract himself, trying to get away from reality.

He’d considered staying with Markus for a couple of days, but decided against it. Markus had lost Carl three years prior, at 169 years old, and Connor didn’t want to worry him or be a burden on him. Besides, he didn’t need a place to stay. He could withstand the weather and he didn’t need to eat or sleep.

Markus had moved on two and a half years ago.

But Connor wasn’t strong like he was.

He was weak. Weak and pathetic. He couldn’t even go back home after three weeks because he couldn’t handle it.

He hadn’t even gone to any of his therapy sessions because he wasn’t ready to talk about it.

All he could do was walk around, seeing the exact same things over and over again, in a feeble attempt to stop the memory from replaying in his head on a constant, never-ending loop.

He hated how having a perfect memory allowed him to remember everything exactly.

”Hank? Are you awake yet?” Connor called from the living room, sitting on the couch with the TV on. By this time, he was usually up already and making coffee for himself, but sometimes he slept in, especially because of how old he complained about being. However, Connor had made it his responsibility to make sure he maintained a regular sleep schedule.

He got no response.

He sighed and stood up. “TV off.” Hank was lucky he’d retired a decade ago. If not, he’d have been late for work today. Connor had stayed, though, and, throughout the years, worked his way up the ranks to a Commander. He still had a couple minutes before he had to leave for work, though, so he’d take the time to wake him up. Besides, he needed to change into his uniform. He could do that after he woke up Hank.

He made his way to Hank’s room and knocked on the door, just in case he was awake. “Hank?”

Still no response. Definitely asleep.

But he had a strange feeling. A bad feeling.

He opened the door and saw Hank laying in bed, but—something was wrong.

He wasn’t breathing.

He took a few hesitant steps inside, as if he couldn’t believe what his systems were telling him, then ran to his side. ”Hank—no, no, Hank, come on!”

He felt for his pulse.

Nothing.

His LED was solid red and he could already feel the artificial tears building up quickly, threatening to spill at any moment. His systems were operating as fast as he could make them; he showed no signs of movement, he wasn’t breathing, and he had no heartbeat. He’d died about ten minutes ago so CPR had a 0% chance of making any difference and neither did any of the other forms of medical assistance he had registered.

He’d been gone too long for anything to bring him back.

”No—no, no, no, come on, please—please don’t go, Hank, I-I don’t—I can’t—“ His voice broke and he finally broke with it.

He shook himself out of the memory. He didn’t want to remember the rest. He didn’t want to remember how pathetic he’d been, how broken he’d been when an ambulance finally arrived.

He could still feel the same devastation and fear and dread he’d felt when he found his body. He still remembered the desperation, how he wanted so badly for there to be some way, any way to save him, to bring him back, but he knew it was hopeless.

It had been three weeks, and he could still feel the sorrow and anguish he’d felt the moment he’d realized that Hank was truly gone.

All he wanted right now was for Hank to hold him in his arms and tell him it was gonna be okay.

But humans didn’t come back.

Maybe that was why he was walking down the empty street where the Chicken Feed food truck had stood for over a century. Of course, the owner, Gary Kayes, had died, even before Hank did, despite being three years younger. Connor had been there to help Hank cope with his death. Nobody had been around for a long time to replace him, so it remained abandoned in the same spot it’d been in before the revolution.

He scanned the area and a single information tab appeared on the sidewalk. When his eyes flicked over to it, it expanded.

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DATE: NOVEMBER 12, 2038

EVENT: FIRST HUG FROM HANK

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Hank had hugged him often after the revolution, but this one had always been his favorite because it had been the first.

His LED flickered to red when he saw Hank’s figure again but he ignored it. Instead, as he played the reconstruction, he retraced his steps exactly; a futile attempt to make the memory seem at least a little bit realer. He still remembered Hank’s smile; the first real, genuine smile he’d seen from him. Hell, it might’ve been the first smile in general he’d seen from him.

He watched Hank’s outline take a few hesitant steps toward him, then stop.

Then, as the outline approached him and closed the distance between them, Connor closed his eyes and tried to let himself believe that, even if for just a moment, this was real.

#writing #fanfic #one shot #dbh #dbh connor #dbh fanfic #cw major character death #cw emotional repression

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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Ash’s new daddy (Pokemon)

Ash sighed softly as he looked at his mom leaning on the door frame of his room. He'd been back in town for all of a week and already he was remembering why he preferred to travel with his friends, even if Brock and misty had left him to do their own thing after coming back from the jotho league where Ash had not only lost, he'd been destroyed, coming in last place. His mom had been somewhat blunt about not being surprised, though she tried to cover it up saying she bet he was just suffering from diaper rash again. Diaper rash..like that was something he wanted to talk about when he was 18 now but his bed wetting had only gotten worse since he left and while back when he was 9 he'd been able to go several nights in a row without soaking the bed, as a trainer out in the big old world he was pissing himself nightly. (And when Brock and Misty had found out they insisted on making sure Ash was wearing, which had been humiliating enough.) Still having his best friend and on again off again girlfriend making sure he was diapered was nothing compared to his mom insisting on handling ash's night time diapering herself, which involved rash cream and baby powder and she'd gone as far as to shave his pubes off. "well, I'm waiting on a answer sweetie." His mom said, bringing him back to the here and now and he sighed, looking at the pack of diapers she was holding in one hand. She'd apparently while out with her new mystery friend (who she STILL refused to tell him who it was) gotten a new brand of diapers which instead of being the youth brand ones, were apparently for bigger boys like ash (he hated how she had phased that) who just couldn't seem to stay dry. and they looked huge, the pack was the size of his normal diapers but while they had 18 to a pack, this apparently just had 8! since it was going on 6 pm, she'd come up to his room where he'd been playing a video game and suggested that since neither of them were going out tonight, she could just put him in one of them now, and see how they fit. "I..I can just try one on now then take it off if you really want mom." Ash said finally and his mom clicked her touge and shook her head. "I don't think so little man. you wouldn't believe what mommy had to pay for these!" she said and moved into his room now, plopping the pack on his bed. "When you're the one buying all the diapers, then you can waste them or buy what you want, but -somebody- blew the last of his winnings on a silly video game console." She said. "S'not silly..it came with the latest games and-" he trailed off as she gave him THAT look. it was one he'd seen a lot since getting home and he knew by now it meant he could go along with what she wanted to do willingly, or he could huff and pout, but she was getting her way. "..Shouldn't I go for a bath first then if i can't take one before bed?" he asked meekly. "Heh, good point Ashy. you do smell a little ripe, but mommy was trying to be nice. She said and leaned in and kissed his forehead. with a pat on his butt he was sent on his way for his bath while she got his diapers preped.

Delia hummed to herself as she opened the pack, marveling at just how massive and thick these diapers were, and unlike the other ones her little Ashy had been wearing (the last he'd brought for himself) there was no pretending these were underwear. the crinkling plastic and the nursery print on them was suppose to help shame big boys into stopping their babyish accidents and for a second she regretted not getting the sissy option instead, thinking how adorable ashy would of looked in frills. Butttt her boyfriend had told her baby steps with this sorta thing and he knew best. Just thinking about her man made her smile and blush but she quickly banished the thoughts from her head, it would hardly send a good message to ashy if he came back and mommy was soaking his bed with her love juices after all.

Ash stayed in the tub as long as he could, trying to get it at least semi closer to his strict 10 pm bedtime before he got his butt put back in diapers. the whole thing was just stupid but no one in the area was battling for money anymore and while Gary was home too from the Jotho league, he was flushed with cash after winning the whole thing. Brock made it clear while he sympathized with ash's situation, he couldn't really put ash up, and Misty was too busy in Cerulan city to even think about that. (Plus she'd accidentally let her sisters know about his bed time attire and they had been all eager to see him in just his diapies, something that despite the heat of the bath water made him shiver.) So, unless ash wanted to sleep in the woods he had to do things mom's way and like it. there was a knock at the door and Delia opened it and gave ash a playful smile. "I think 30 minutes is enough..did you at least wash up before playing squirtle?" she asked. (squirtle being a game ash hadn't played since he was 4, where well, he'd pretend to be the pokemon while in the tub.) "Oh uh..Noooot yet." ash squeaked, though he didn't bother to cover himself up. His mom had made it clear if she was changing his wet diapers then there was no reason for him to be shy about her seeing him in the tub. "-sigh- Little boys..I think from now on Mommies gonna make sure to wash you before she leave you to play.. get your hair nice and wet ashy." She said, coming over and grabbing the shampoo bottle. "M-Mom what are you doing? I can wash myself." Ash whined. "Really? because I believe I just caught someone who was suppose to be getting clean just playing in the tub. now get your hair wet for mommy little man." praying she was going to at least let him wash his balls himself ash leaned back in the tub.

All cleaned up and smelling kinda girly (Mom had accidentally used her shampoo instead of his) Ash was wrapped up in a towel and paused to look at the diaper laying opened on his bed, and getting a better look at it. "Come on, we don't have all night to wait for you." His mom teased and with a playful pat on his butt he inched closer. "Moooom! they look big baby diapers!" he whined and pouted. She smirked and tugged the towel away from him and showing a surprising amount of power, slowly got him over to the bed and pushed him butt first onto the diaper. "I've heard just about all the whining I'm going to put up with tonight little man. one more whimper and you can forget about getting any ice cream after supper tonight!" she scolded him lightly. "....." ash sulked and huffed as he laid back, knowing the fight was all but over but had muttered something that if his mom knew he'd said, he'd of been over her knee. "I'm sorry, what was that?" she asked, working the rash cream in. "Yes mommy..sorry." ash said in a sulky tone. "That's what i thought."

The diaper looked massive on Ash's hip's and Delia had to fight to keep from laughing at how silly her so called big boy looked. the bulk pushed his legs apart and he couldn't bring them together and well, there was no two ways about it. he wasn't walking in that diaper he was flat out waddling. to go with the diaper she had picked out one of his 'super macho' shirts that still fit him, though he'd stopped following the series about a superhero machamp when he'd been 9. (then again the only real worried she had about it not fitting since ash was still her little shorty was that with all the sweets he'd been packing away recently and the lack of exercise he'd be a little too pudgy.) ash had of course whined for some pants to put over his diapers and Delia had agreed but was sercetly delighted as it turned out that not a single pair of pants or shorts would fit over her son's massive diaper butt. "We'll go shoping this weekend and get some bigger pj bottoms for you." She promised. "..great..now I have to waddle around like this all night.. can you go and make sure the curtains are closed downstairs? I don't want the whole block seeing this." Ash huffed. the pout, the arm's crossed pose and his attire just was too much, he looked like a super tall toddler and that was all there was too it and Delia laughed, then covered her mouth. "Moooom! S'not funny!" ash whined and stomped a foot. "Y-Your not making this easy to s-stop laughing sweetie! and don't worry about people seeing you." She said, desperately trying not to laugh more. "why?" "oh, Mommy didn't cover the diapers up in a bag when she came back and they were having a little get together at the johnsons, so they all saw. they invited us over but I kn-" she said. "YOU WHAT!? Mommy how could you!" ash whined and went to race out of the room. where he was planning on going or what he was gonna do she wasn't sure because the bulk of the diaper meant he made it all of five steps before he lost his balance and ended up plopping on his butt with a started look, then started to bawl. 'and they ask me why I never wanted a anther baby..' she thought dryly then moved over to comfort her big baby of a son.

Ash wished he could stop sobbing as his mom carried him down the stairs, holding him to her chest and her arm under his stupid big diaper butt. the fall hadn't of really hurt just, with the outfit and finding out everyone knew.. How would he even be able to go out and face the other kids on the block now? It was bad enough that GARY knew about his bed wetting and had seen him in the diapers when he'd- but even just the start of that thought started a fresh wave of tears and ash buried his face into his mom's shoulder. she was rubbing his back and coo'ing softly to him now and he didn't bother to look up till he felt himself sat on the floor and then something rubbery was pushed gently between his lips. it wasn't till some forgotten urge triggered and he started to nurse on it he realized he'd just been pacified, literally. As his mom smiled at him and used a face cloth to dry his cheeks, the most damning thing of all was while he was humiliated she'd actually gotten him a pacifier (and god, what if that had been part of her shopping spree today!?) Ash couldn't bring himself to spit it out AND it was calming him down.

Delia gave ash's forehead a kiss as she watched him nurse, confused but calming down and thought about just how smart it had been to have Mr.mime give him a nursing instinct. 'I'll have to thank lover boy for that thought when he gets over here.' She thought and then after getting some cartoons on the tv for ash (She'd actually gone and found a DVD of the old super macho cartoons) She gave his hair a ruffle. "Mommy needs to go and make dinner now sweetie. you watch this and if you need anything call for mommy ok?" she asked. ash squirmed like crazy but gave her a head nod back, blushing but clearly losing himself into his show. "Good boy~" she coo'ed and walked out.

At some point Ash just stopped caring, he knew the windows were open but was sure with his spot on the floor no one was gonna see him unless they came RIGHT up to the window, and then he'd call out for mom if that happened. he'd forgotten just how much he'd loved this show and grinned around his paci, trying to recall why he'd ever stopped watching it, then it came back to him. Gary had found out he still watched it and had called it a baby show, and ash had dropped it trying to be big and cool like Gary. 'Stupid Gary..can't believe I ever thought that girlfriend stealing ass hat was a friend!' he thought and for a second thought about how funny it would be to sit on Gary's face in his massive diaper and fart on him, giggling around the pacifier. 'not that i'd want him to see me like this though..thank god he's staying in virden city while they talk over him maybe becoming a gym leader.' It was anther sore point for ash. Gary had brought it up two days ago, claiming because of his dominating performance, the powers to be involved with the league wanted him to just be a gym leader, not a competitor to give other trainers a chance. he'd been in that stupid tight muscle shirt showing off his stupid big arms, and the shirts tightness did nothing to hide his abs and Ash had felt even chubbier then normal around him. (and it hadn't helped some girls had walked by and thought ash was Gary's LITTLE brother due to the height difference!) Just thinking about stupid Gary was getting Ash huffy again and he willed himself to be calm. 'it's just you and mom tonight. you're gonna have some nummy food, watch that new cop flick, and then off to bed.' he assured himself, then there was a knock at the door. "Ash, can you get that?" His mom called. "I'm busy getting these streaks right!" Pulling the pacifier out of his mouth, ash whined. "But mooom, I'm not wearing any pants!" "everyone already knows, remember sweetie? Please?" she called back. Huffing big time ash got to his feet and left the paci on the coffee table as he waddled to the front door and opened it, not looking out first to see who it was. he figured it was one of the neighbors trying to be nice, or someone preaching the word of celibi again. Instead dressed in a blue dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants, and holding a bottle of wine was Gary mother fucking Oak. "Hey little guy, you gonna stand there mouth open and letting the world see your cute outfit, or gonna invite your new daddy in?"

Gary smirked as he took in ash's outfit, it had been even easier then he'd expected or hoped to convince ash's mom that the loser should just be a big diaper baby. (then again when he made such arguments while plowing her stupid..welll) The big baby dork was STILL just standing there, struggling to think of what to say and Gary just sighed and gently pushed ash out of his way and walked in, shutting the door behind him. "Silly baby. do you want everyone on the block to see you in your diapies? I mean, if thats the case you can go outside and play buttt.." He laughed and patted ash on his fat diapered bottom then walked past him. he didn't need to look behind him to know that ash was waddling behind him like a toddler but didn't pay the loser any attention as he came into the kitchen. "Hey sweetie, I'm here for our date. I take it somebody forgot to tell little ashy it would be dinner for three?" he asked, setting the wine on the table and coming over and kissing Delia on the cheek, and groping her ass while she blushed. "O-Oh but I thought.." she started then giggled like a air haired bimbo. "I must of misunderstood, Sorry Honey." "it's ok. just means I get to have a talk with my new little man." Gary chuckled.

ash felt numb and just was trying desperately to process what it was he was seeing. there was no way his mom..and Gary.. the age difference alone! But there was no way his mom would of let Gary just manhandle her like that if it wasn't for the fact they were together. "I..I'm not your little man!" Ash finally squeaked out as Gary turned his attention back to him. "Uh-huh..Darling, how long is the wait on the food?" "Oh, about anther 10-15 minutes." Mom said. "Me and Junior here are gonna go have a talk in the living room and leave you to do that voodoo that you do so well." Gary said. with a slap to ash's mom ass Gary walked back out of the kitchen, taking the time to grab ash's hand and tug him along with him. and there was no way ash with his well, as his mom put it 'baby fat' was gonna be able to resist Gary's abs's of steel and he just let himself be lead. Gary took note of what was on TV, and then saw the pacifier on the coffee table and smirked at ash who found himself wishing he'd gone and turned the TV off, or tossed the pacifier. "still into your baby show huh? well I guess your dressed for it at least Loser." Gary said. his tone was friendly,though low even if the words weren't, and ash got the feeling that Gary was keeping his voice down to keep mom from hearing him. "I..what are..why are.."ash tried to ask, but kept fumbling over his words. Gary rolled his eyes and popped the paci in ash's mouth. "Shut up dumb ass. Just like when I stole your little girlfriend, just like when I bribed the joy NOT to heal your pokemon before your first match in the league..when I'd paid team rocket off to exhaust them before hand, and just like when I convinced your mother that your just a big fucking baby loser..I'm putting you in your fucking place. I mean fuck..you're 18 years old and you look almost younger then when we started out as trainers..and that's not just from your current attire. face the facts loser, you belong in diapers, sucking on a pacifier and sobbing while a REAL man comes into your mom's life and gives her a break from changing your shitty diapers." ash was blushing and tearing up as Gary spoke, and suckled hard on the paci but had to stand up for himself at that last bit, and went to tell Gary he didn't poop in his diapers. the only problem was his pacifier was STILL in his mouth as he went to do so and gibberish is the only thing that escaped. Gary laughed out loud at that and when ash moved a hand to pull the paci out, he poked his index finger on it keeping it pinned in place. "You pull that out and I'm replacing it with my cock." Gary said. Ash's eyes went wide at that. He didn't doubt Gary for a second since he'd turned ash's friend Richie against him, getting Richie to call him a loser and cut off all ties by letting the beta boy go to town on his cock. He'd even sent ash a picture of it, Richie balls deep, drool going down his chin and Gary and Richie flipping ash off. (Gary didn't consider it gay if he wasn't the one slobbering on the dick) "I already know what your gonna say anyways loser. that you don't shit your huggies. well you're gonna start. Don't expect any mercy from your mom either, unless you count her using extra lotion a mercy. she's my cock drunk slut and will do anything I say." Ash suckled hard on the paci now, and tears started to well up in his eyes and Gary smirked. "Awww is widdle ashy gonna cry in him's diapies while his new daddy knocks him's mommy up? Go ahead loser. your tears only make it hotter for me, and give me like, I dunno..1..2 hours, and your mommy is gonna think you sobbing in shame is hot too." right about then mom's voice rang out, telling them that supper was ready and she had her head poked around the corner. "oh, what's wrong?" "oh, Little ashy is just having his new life explained to him, and is a little upset. it's ok though. I know how much he loves being embarrassed." Gary said and then, as if in a mockery of a good dad, wiped ash's tears and kissed him on the cheek. "Come on lil guy, we'll go eat supper and me and your mommy will make sure your all super embarrassed so you can feel like a good stupid big baby ok?" he was holding Ash's hand as he said that and gave a painful squeeze and so ash nodded lots. his mom, his only ray of hope in all of this laughed. "I knew you loved being a dumb big baby more then you let on sweetie! come on er.." she paused and looked to Gary for help. "Loser." he supplied helpfully. "Loser. come eat din din with mommy and daddy." she finished. ash found himself wishing he'd never been turned back from stone as he waddled to the dinning room.

Coming into the dinning room Delia blushed a little as she had a couple of towels down on the floor with ash's plate and a baby bottle filled with grape juice setting on it. "Don't take this the wrong way sweetie but I don't think you'll be comfortable or safe trying to sit in a normal chair with your super thick diapie on." She said and giggled a little. "And i would hate to have my widdle baby loser fall and go boom." Ash suckled hard on his paci and turned around, as if huffing and Gary swatted his fat diapered ass. "Hey! you're mom is just thinking of you! take your paci out and say thank you!" Gary scolded. "I'll get him a high chair tomorrow, maybe take him with me so we can get one that'll fit his big diapered ass." Delia sighed, Gary was just SUCH a good daddy, as well as so sexy and she had little hearts in her eyes as she nodded. "S-Sorry mommy. Thank you." ash said and she gave him a bare nod, focusing on the love of her life. "yeah whatever sweetie. sit down already." she said. Ash did as she said and she took her seat next to Gary at the table, close enough she could play footsies with him and lean into him, while they could look over their shoulders as needed to check on the baby. "Uh..Mom?" Ash called and she frowned, then looked over. "Yes ash?" "I uh..I need to cut my steak but you didn't give me a knife..you want me to just g-" "Oh! silly me!" Delia said. "Gary, would you mind cutting up little ashy's din din for him?" she asked. "Of course not." he said and reached over. "Come on lil guy, give DADDY your plate so he can make sure this is all nice and small for you." Ash Pouted, but Delia gave her son a glare and he meekly handed his plate up to Gary. "Good boy! that's mommy's little loser~" Delia coo'ed and laughed. "you're really loving this huh? getting it off your chest just what you really think of him?" Gary asked as he started to cut up ash's veggies and meat nice and small."Have you had a few glasses of the wine already?" "W-well I er..yes. I hope that's ok." Delia said, suddenly worried about making Gary mad. "Not at all. I know you needed a little help to be honest with widdle ashy here." he said and paused to kiss her cheek. "Go ahead and have anther glass." he added. Delia gushed and nuzzled gary's arm and he smiled at her making her feel all warm inside. "you really are so good to me. and such a welcomed escape from pampers mcgee over there." she giggled and refilled her glass. "M-Mommy.." Ash whined. "Oh sweetie, i know it's tough to hear, but you really always were just a big baby. I only let you go out on your big silly pokemon adventure to try and air out your room and to save on diapers for awhile." She said and then blew a raspberry at the poor crushed boy, then took a drink. "You know Delia, I think little ashy has a big enough ASS as is, we don't want it to get too much bigger.. Maybe I should take his meat and just try him on some veggies." Gary suggested. "whatever you think is best. This is Ashy's favorite din din but I don't think cutting back on the meat, or the after dinner deserts for awhile would hurt him." she giggled. ash whimpered but took back his plate of veggies and didn't speak up as Gary took his fork from him. "Little boys eat with their hands..and thats what you are ash. a little boy." Gary said. Looking over and seeing ash just pouting and using his hands Delia laughed out loud. "God, your SUCH a loser!" she squealed and then moaned as Gary slid a hand over, between her legs even as he started to eat.

God, this horny bitch was too easy and even Gary was shocked at how quickly she was turning on ash..not that he minded. the meat was excellently cooked and knowing it was ash's favorite added that extra bit of flavor to it as he munched down, practically fingering the slut who was gasping and moaning while Ash tried to stare a hole in the floor. "Oh, are you trying to pretend your not here? Like that time I ruined Misty for you?" He asked ash and then pulled his hand away from Delia's soaked crotch, wiping it on the table cloth her grandmother had left her, and knowing ash had gotten in trouble for just spilling juice on it before, let alone love juice. and the stupid slut clearly didn't mind. "Did ash tell you about that?" Gary asked as Ash clearly lost his appetite and pushed his plate away. "Oh, he called me bawling and sobbing about it, but I was more shocked he and Misty were dating. I always pegged him as being Brock's little butt slut." Delia said then covered her mouth. "Heh, Nah, Little ashy here would of had to cross-dress to get Brock's dick. Or did you ashy?" Gary asked. ash glared but didn't answer so Gary cleared his throat and deepened his voice. "I asked you a question little man. Did you dress like a girl so you could finally lose your virginity? because I wouldn't count you humping Misty's gaping and ruined cunt after i fucked her as sex since she fell asleep." Delia laughed out loud at that and helped herself to more wine as the tears started to roll down ash's Cheek. "I..I never did anything with any boys." Ash said finally. "Or any girls." Gary added, finishing off his glass. "I..No. Misty was gonna be my first and..and..you ruined it." "well you know..I like to think of it as trying to help a friend out. you were gonna fail either way and at least this way your little girlfriend had fun. and then you got to go and put on your diapies after your failed attempt at sex and suck your thumb and go to sleep." Gary said. "Really ashy, it sounds like Gary saved you from making Misty mad at you. you should thank him." Delia scolded. they both waited and finally ash croaked out a small but still aubile 'thank you'. "Awww, you're welcome fat ass." Gary said and leaned back and ruffled ash's hair.

Dinner ran just a little bit longer but thankfully aside from the odd insult thrown ash's way they ignored him. he nibbled on a few carrots and tried to drink from the baby bottle while they were distracted but of course they noticed, and commented on just how natural ashy looked in diapers drinking from one. After supper the happy couple and little ashy started to head for the living room when Gary got a evil look in his eye. "You know, while I know little ashy here was looking forward to movie night, I'm kinda in the mood. you wanna say fuck it and just go upstairs?" he asked mom. "Oh god yes! But what about ash?" she asked, practically humping the younger man's leg. it made ash's tummy flip flop to see his mom degrading herself like this but he just took anther drink from his baby bottle instead. "well I would say we could let him watch his little baby show, but I dunno how awake we'll be after. and it's almost 8 anyways. we should just put the baby to bed." "your right. I have been meaning to lower his bed time anyways." Mom said and ash whined. "But I'm not even sleepy!" he huffed and they BOTH started to laugh at that. ash himself realized just how..utterly BABYISH that sounded after and popped his ba-ba back in his mouth. His next humiliation came as they got to the stairs and Gary took one look at them, then turned back to look at ash and shook his head. "I don't think fat ass should try and go up these himself, he'll fall and hurt himself and we'll have to spend the night at the ER." he said. "Do you want me to make a bed for him down here then?" Mom asked. "Nah, I got it." Ash figured out what Gary meant by got it as he effortlessly scooped ash up in his arms, and held him much like his mom had before. his baby bottle in one hand and the other out of instinct holding onto Gary, ash buried his face in Gary's shoulder to hide the fresh tears starting up and his new mommy and daddy started to laugh and coo.

Gary was pleasantly surprised how quick any and all fight was draining out of ash as he carried the boy to his soon to be nursery. he made a little show of it, mostly for his and Delia's amusement citing that Ash's fat ass was heavier then the rest of him. Setting ash down in his bed, he took in how childish ash's room looked already, but he had plans for it if he didn't get the gym leader job, and if he did he'd have a nursery made to size for little ashy in Virden. he patted and squeezed the back and front of ash's diapers and noted the look of pride on the big babies face that he was still dry, and decided to shut that shit down now. "Bad boy ash!" he scolded and rolled the fat ass onto his tummy, swatting said fat diapered butt. "You're just a big baby now and babies use their diapers!" with the thick diaper on the swats couldn't of possibly hurt but ash started to flail around and cry out again. "ah! Stop! No! I don't wanna!" "Little man, did I say if it so pleases prince ash, or did I tell you to use your diapers?" Gary scolded, slipping a swat onto ash's slightly chubby thigh. "ah! No! Stawp! I sowwy! I's be a good baby! STAWP!" Delia was laughing hard but Gary stopped right away and rubbed the small of ash's back as the baby tried to get his tears to stop. "there there..thats what i wanna hear.. now you be a good big baby..and in the morning your mommy better find a wet AND poopie diaper to change. or your going over my lap without the diaper on." Gary said. In between the panicked sobs Delia and Gary both heard what they wanted, the hiss of a scared little loser soaking his diapers. "Good fat ass."

Ash got out what had to be the last of his tears as he laid in bed. Mommy and new daddy where in the next room and he could HEAR what they were doing..and feel it as the head board kept banging against the wall. 'I..I just..wet myself like a helpless baby..and..why can't I stand up to them? I could go and get my pokemon back from professor oak and just head out..I'm sure i could find work somewhere..' he thought. the thick diaper had sucked in his tinkle without much fuss so at least he wasn't as cold and clammy as with the diapers he normally got, so he had to admit mommy had made a smart choice with these. And if she'd been right about the diapers..what if she was right about him being a loser? really it wasn't like they MADE him keep the diaper on, or forced him to stay there. it had just never occurred to him to take the diaper off or to get up and leave. Of course NOW he knew he would of been spanked silly but.. he hadn't known that then. 'M-Maybe their right..and i really AM a big baby..' Ash thought. he found himself wishing he'd brought his paci up to bed with him, and toyed with getting up and going down stairs for it but recalled how daddy had said the stairs were too dangerous for him, so instead he slipped his thumb into his mouth. It wasn't as soothing as his paci but it got the job done and Ash thought about a way to test if he really was just a big dumb baby or not, racking his brain. 'wait..daddy said I needa poopie..if I can go to sleep, without crying, after pooping my diaper like a baby does..then..yeah, that would prove it. and if i can't and cry for a diaper change, then I'm a big boy!' following his well, rather flawed logic Ash worked to get up on his knees on his bed, and started to grunt and stain, pushing himself and shaking his bed a little.

Gary was pounding away on Delia who was barley with it anymore, a combination of the wine and getting that dick had her eyes rolling in her head even as she barked like a bitch in heat. the thought of him keeping that loser up all night listening this this was fueling him even as one little thing stuck in Gary's mind and was keeping him from having his first orgasm. Carrying ash up the steps, and the big baby snuggling into him, it had felt..right. the baby stuff was just meant to torment ash and he'd never really had any intention of being the one to change his diapers, but Jesus. just carrying him like that, he'd only switched back to stern dom as fast as he had to save face in front of Delia. after all, if he'd been goading her to be mean to Ash it wouldn't make sense for him to be the nice one now would it? 'It's not like i like him. I set him up to fail!' Gary thought. as groans and other noises came from the other side of the wall, along with some thumps from ash's head board hitting the wall, Gary almost sighed in relief, having a reason to be mean to the loser who was clearly humping his diapers. he banged on the wall and almost snarled. "Stop making all that noise and go to sleep over there!" he called though the wall. the reply he got back though.. "S-Sowwy Daddy! trying ta make poopie like ou told me ta!" as ash finished saying it, Gary found himself spurting harder and more then he'd ever done before in his life, realizing that he'd totally broken ash in just a few hours and his little diaper boy was totally loading up his diapers. Gary had honestly expected to have to spank ash in the morning and he was now calling him daddy and- anther load shot out and Gary was crying out in pleasure, and crying out something else. "Good boy ashy! make poopies for daddy! show daddy you love him!" Normally Gary could of kept going, and would of but he found himself spent after the second load and flopped to the side of delia, who had already conked out herself. as he lay there panting and trying to catch his breath he could almost swear he was getting a whiff of the load little ash was making, and as his spent dick struggled to come to life again he instead fell asleep, his last thought before conking out however was a confession to himself. 'How the fuck did i go from wanting to dominate his fat ass to falling for it?!'

As the last of the poopie slid out and filled his diaper, ash made a face at the smell, but the warm mess felt good over his bum and daddy had praised him. with a big smile on his face ash snuggled down into his bed, and tugged a pikachu stuffie into one of his arms and popped his thumb back into his mouth. he had his answer he knew as he drifted off to sleep. he was a big baby

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fightmewiatch · 5 years

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2 with Eggsy Unwin (Kingsman)?

2) “It reminded me of you.”

Being a Kingsman, even after being crushed by the Golden Circle and having to claw back up from the dirt, came with a lot of perks. Much was lost with the destruction, but with the help of the Statesman, they were able to get things steady once more, flourishing as a light in the dark.

The new tailor shop needed all the help it could get. Despite his life, his job, needing to be secret to protect not only himself but everyone else, Eggsy had lost so many in the destruction, that he reached out to you. The two of you knew each other throughout school, though you would have known each other anyway, considering you lived twenty feet apart, in the same complex, almost your entire lives. Eggsy didn’t tell you things, at first. Asked you for help putting the shop together, at first, taking advantage of doing the physical work with you as a way to work off the stress of coming down from...well...everything.

You loved it, more than you thought you would. It had been ages since you spent any real time with Eggsy, happy to help him paint the shop up and arrange the furniture. The incident cost him his home, his dog, his friend, his girlfriend, one of his other best friends, his shop, but standing in the new location for the tailor shop, watching as you rolled the paint across the wall, it made him feel a little less like his world had been flipped upside down in such a short span of time. It made you feel better about the fact that you hadn’t been able to see him much, not since he got the job with the tailor shop.

“Hey…” you spoke up, interrupting his thoughts as he peered over at you. “You’re drippin’, Eggsy.” He jerked his hand, splattering the evergreen paint before he set the roller down.

“Shit...sorry.”

“Doesn’t bother me any,” you laughed. “Just thought you’d wanna know before you ruined the carpet.”

“Not like it’s stayin’,” he laughed back, shaking his head. You snickered, finishing your part of the wall, before dropping your roller into the tray, and turned, wiping your hands.

“And neither am I. I’m starvin’. You finish your part, I’ll go pick up lunch?” you offered, already moving to grab your bag as Eggsy chuckled, nodding.

“Fine with me, as long as you come back.” Scoffing, you started past him, patting his shoulder.

“I guess!” you teased, disappearing around the corner and out the door as he laughed behind you.

The radio had been background buzz when you left, the music barely audible beneath the two of you talking and laughing. But as you came back in with takeaway in your hand, you heard the radio turned up, and frowned, looking around, until you spotted Eggsy, sitting near the far wall with his head in his hands.

“...Eggsy?”

“Hey,” he sighed, wiping a hand over his face, turning away as you quickly moved towards him, kneeling down beside him. “I’m fine.”

“You ain’t fine, Eggsy, but you can talk to me, you know that,” you promised, moving the food and your bag out of the way, your hands curling around his wrists. “Eggsy…”

“The song that was playin’,” he sighed, sniffling a bit. “It’s...it’s a long story.” Shrugging, you shifted, sitting beside him, carefully pulling his hand down so you could lace your fingers with his.

“I ain’t goin’ anywhere...got no other plans.”

Eggsy had never lied to you before, not about anything important anyway, so when he told you the truth, about everything, told you he was a special agent, not just a tailor, that he saved the world several times, you merely nodded, listening in fascination. But when he told you what really happened when the former shop was destroyed, everyone that was lost in the process, why John Denver made him have to stop and sit and breathe, you felt awful that he had to go through any of it.

He seemed to feel better, after talking about it all, smiling softly at you as you helped him to his feet.

“Thank you, luv, for listenin’,” he murmured, kissing your forehead as you chuckled softly.

“C’mon Eggsy...I’ll always listen. My lips are sealed, but my ears are open, and you know that,” you reminded him, hugging him tightly, before pulling back and sniffling. “Good thing I just grabbed sandwiches.”

For a few days, neither of you came into the shop, leaving the paint to fully dry, but when Eggsy arrived, as planned, on Saturday, he was surprised to see your bag in the window, looking around in confusion.

“Luv?” he called, following the rustling as you nearly tumbled down the steps leading upstairs, pushing your hair from your face, grinning innocently at him.

“Eggsy! You’re early!” you panted, moving forward to hug him tightly. He wrapped you in his arms, laughing softly, and giving you a light squeeze before pulling back.

“I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast,” he admitted, holding up the bag in his hand. “But I see you surprised me, what’re you doing?”

“Um...well? I had a couple days with nothin’ else to do, so I did some...window shopping, mostly, but I…well...come on,” you blushed, catching his free hand and leading him back up the steps.

The stairs curved around along the wall, opening up into a straight, long, but short hallway, lined on either side by doors. A couple were small offices, one was a closet, but, with his hand cupped in yours, you dragged him to the farthest door, glancing back at him.

“You were talkin’...about the Kingsman and all the other day...Galahad and Merlin and Lancelot...and I passed that shop on Jasper Road, and I saw this table…” you began to explain, pushing open the door into the barely lit room.

“You bought me a table?!” he exclaimed, pulling a startled laugh from you.

“Yes, but only because I also got a great deal on the other piece...um...he had this artwork, and it was just beautiful, and...it reminded me of you,” you admitted sheepishly, feeling silly as you said it out loud. Before Eggsy could really respond, you moved to the windows, yanking the curtains open to illuminate the room in the sunlight pouring in from outside. He blinked a few times, before realizing you’d done it to show him the artwork.

Large oil paintings of a man on horseback, and of a man looking at a glowing sword, made him curious, brow furrowed, as he moved closer to them, where they rested on either side of the old fireplace.

“Um...that one is King Arthur and the Sword of Power,” you told him, clasping your hands as you moved around the covered table. “And the other one...is Merlin and the Vision of the Sword. This man has an entire collection of Arthurian oils, and they’re all so amazing, but I couldn’t really just buy all of them,” you laughed quietly, shaking your head. Eggsy turned, stunned, only to see you grasp the cloth in your hands and pull it free from the table, revealing a rather large, round, well cared for, oak table, with the most detailed leaves carved into the edging that he’d ever seen.

“...holy shit, luv, you got me a round table.”

“It’s...I mean, it’s not the round table, but...Arthur, Galahad, Lancelot, Merlin, I thought-”

Eggsy cut you off as he rounded the table, cupping your face in his hands and sealing the softest, sweetest kiss to your lips. You were stunned, frozen to the spot, before you felt yourself relax against him, your free hand touching his side as you gently returned the kiss.

“You absolutely didn’t have to do...any of this…”

“I know,” you replied, shrugging slightly, forehead resting against his. “But you...you deserve something happy...and I thought...I thought I’d try.”

“You...are the most wonderful person, I fuckin’ adore you, d’you know that?” Eggsy asked, making you laugh in surprise, before you hugged him, burying your face against his shoulder. “I do have one question.”

“Okay.”

“How the fuck did you get that thing in here? It is way too big for the stairs!”

This time, as you laughed, you pulled back, patting his cheek.

“One day, Gary Unwin, I will tell you my secrets,” you answered, starting for the door, “but for now, I’m helping you set up a tailor shop.”

“You sly little minx, get back here!” Eggsy called, bolting after you as you shrieked, giggling, and darted down the steps ahead of him.

#eggsy unwin x reader #eggsy #kingsman #my fic #drabble requests #n3shama #ask & recieve

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faithxlost · 4 years

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So what did happen to your parents Amy? Because some would say that you strangled them to death. But it seems that’s not the case??

“My parents weren’t fond of the fact that I was sinking so much time into my job. They thought the people I was with were influencing me negatively, and in hindsight, I can kind of see why they’d think that. But it was never the people I worked with. It was them. And the fact they didn’t trust me enough to let me do something I was passionate about. So they pulled me out. I was pissed about it, sure- but I never thought that my behavior was something that my family, who had before this never considered themselves even vaguely religious- to suddenly turn towards the idea that this was spiritual. I mean... yeah, I know everything that happened with Gary night have tipped it off but... that didn’t make itself clear until after they were already dead.

“You’ll have to forgive me. There’s gaps in my memory about what happened and it often blends with the shit they forcefed me in the hospital. It’s fucked up my perception of what happened. September 21, 1986, my parents sent for a priest to come and exorcise me. They had me tied up in the basement, and naturally, I freaked out and started screaming for them to let me go. My dad felt guilty and he kept apologizing... I remember spitting in his face and telling him if he really felt that bad, he’d untie me. He didn’t. He just went upstairs with my mom. I went quiet, trying to listen to what they were saying. I heard them talking to two other men, a Father Allred, and I guess his apprentice John Ward. I had no idea initially that John Thoma Ward would be a name that would be burned into my mind forever. I’d never forget it for as long as I lived. That man would destroy my life as I knew it.

The priests came downstairs to see me. I remember being so in shock over the situation, in complete and utter disbelief over the fact that my non-religious family had summoned two catholic priests to perform an exorcism on me, that I couldn’t speak. Father Allred seemed normal enough. There was a grim expression on his wrinkly old face as my parents explained the situation. John just kept... staring at me. There was something off about him, I knew it right from the start. There was something about his eyes. He had the eyes of a man who wasn’t all there. The eyes of someone flipped- you know what I mean? I never could have predicted what he was about to do.

Father Allred raised his crucifix and began saying some sort of prayer. It didn’t do anything. I didn’t feel anything, and I tried to tell them all as much. I tried to explain that I wasn’t possessed and started struggling again. I started wiggling and my mother started crying. That was when it started. John had a knife— I don’t know it he had it on him or he grabbed it from the kitchen, but he turned around and stabbed my mother. She was in hysterics. I watched him do it, and I screamed. I remember lurching forward in the chair screaming “Mother! Mother!”. Both of my parents managed to run upstairs. John moved to go after them but Father Allred grabbed his arm. He shouted at him what he thought he was doing and struggled to hold his wrists back and keep him from doing anymore damage. Eventually, he managed to drive that knife right into the old priest’s chest and he slowly fell back, sprawled out on the ground, arms stretched out wide. John looked exhausted just from that, and after a few seconds, he stepped over him and charged up the stairs after my family. They made it up to the kitchen. But that was as far as they made it.

He got the jump on my dad. I know he did- he had to. My dad was former military. The only way John could have gotten to him was catching him off guard, and I was right. I heard my moms screaming “Bob! Bob no!”. I was crying by this point, wiggling around and trying to get out of my bonds. I did everything in my power to get out of my restraints. I heard my mom screaming for mercy, and heard gushing and squelching that nauseated me. By the time I’d managed to get out of my ropes, it was quiet upstairs. I heard dragging and shifting around and I knew my family was dead. And I knew that if I stayed down in the basement, I’d end up like them. So I hid behind some of the boxes we had down there. John came down and he was covered in blood. He was shocked when he saw Allred on the ground, as if he didn’t expect what greeted him. Then he saw the empty chair and he was horrified. I crept along, towards the front of the basement where the power switch was. I flipped it off, hoping the darkness would slow him down. He turned just as I made it up the stairs. I knew I had to find a place to hide. With the power off, I realized I had no way of calling police, I had to hide and hope would leave. I almost broke down when I saw what he did to my parents. He’d gutted them, strangled them with their own intestines, and stabbed them so many times I couldn’t even count them all.

I ran upstairs, and into the basement. I thought surely he’d never think to look up here. But he did. I was cornered. He yelled for help from the others. I thought he was mocking me- I still think he was. But in that moment, he looked lost. He looked like genuinely did realize that everyone was gone and it was his fault. He tried to talk to me, and I kept yelling at him to leave me alone. “Stay away from me!” I told him. “Stay back, Father!”. He kept looking at me like I was the inside one, until finally, he raised his knife and cane towards me. I didn’t know what to do, I was so scared. I screamed and ran at him. I know- it sounds so stupid looking back on it, but it worked. John faltered, he dropped his knife and he ran from me. He ran down the stairs and out the front door. I sat in that attic for I don’t know how long. I just sat down and I cried. I cried over my mother, my father, everything that I’d been forced to endure that night. It took me hours before I could finally get up and call the police. When they came, I told them everything. I told them about how he’d killed my mother, my father. That’s when it occurred to me that Nate and Jason were still upstairs. I ran up to get them and found them hiding under their beds. We all went downstairs and were escorted out by police.

Nate and Jason were taken by CPS. I was only 16, I couldn’t have custody of them. They took me in for questioning but I was still so shocked, I wasn’t of any help to them... They ended up having my admitted to Yale Psychiatric for analysis. I hoped that would be the last I saw of John. Unfortunately, I found out through a rather unlucky encounter with him that he had also been admitted there. I found our shortly before I made my “Big Break” that he was, just as I thought, fucking nuts. He was suffering from delusions of grandeur. The damn man thought he was a hero sent by god to protect the innocent. He couldn’t keep a straight story, he thought I was possessed, he thought I killed my parents, and he was denying all reality of the situation. He was a complete psychopath, and the thought of facing him in court while I was still struggling with my own issues terrified me. I couldn’t bear the thought. I had to get away.

Since then, I’m glad to say that I haven’t seen John. But knowing he’s still out there and got off without any sort of punishment or retribution still scares me. I know that they wouldn’t let him go without knowing he was “cured” or whatever, but I’m not stupid. You can’t just cure crazy. People like that don’t change. Which is why I’m still terrified that he’s out there looking for me. And that one day, he might actually find me. And let me tell you, facing John Ward again is infinitely more terrifying to me just as a concept than anything else in this world. Even Gary and what he did- that sick, sick fuck— it pales in comparison to the monster that is John Ward. He’s proof that if the devil is real, it exists in one man!

And that man is him!”

#// this is based entirely on my own speculation of in-game evidence #‘’ you asked ‘’ // ask #‘’ where only the faintest light shines ‘’ // anonymous #response #‘’ tried to save a girl from evil ‘’ // amy #‘’ it’s true what happened to her ‘’ // about amy #trigger #tw blood #tw gore mention #tw strangulation mention #tw choking mention #tw death mention

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theyearoftheking · 4 years

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Book Eight: Cujo

“The world was full of monsters, and they were all allowed to bite the innocent and the unwary...”

Guys... I’m going to be perfectly honest here. Cujo was just one big trigger for me. I love dogs. I love children. I don’t want to read about dogs attacking and (SPOILER) killing children.

If nothing else, let this blog serve as a PSA: please take good care of your dogs. Keep them up to date on their shots. If you notice something might be off with them, take them into the vet. If you’re going to leave for a weekend, make plans to have someone feed your dog for you. Just, please take care of your dogs. If you won’t do it for me, do it for the sweet baby angels in my life. Please and thank you.

If you couldn’t tell, I didn’t love re-reading Cujo. I didn’t particularly love it the first time, but in the spirit of this challenge, I agreed to leave no page unturned. I will say, there were a few Easter eggs I picked up this time I hadn’t before. For example, the book is set in Castle Rock, Steve’s fictional town in Maine. Castle Rock was still reeling from serial killer Frank Dodd (remember him from Firestarter?); and Dodd’s former partner is convinced Cujo’s evil is the direct result of Frank Dodd’s spirit transferring into him. Or, it could be rabies. Either way. But it was interesting to see the Castle Rock universe start to build on itself a little bit.

The story could best be described as, “cellphones have made this whole story line completely irrelevant today”.

The Camber family lives out in the sticks, where husband Joe runs an auto repair shop, son Brett owns lovable Cujo the Saint Bernard, and wife Charity just won the lottery and is planning her escape to see her sister. Also, the family only has one telephone... in the kitchen of their house... nowhere near Joe’s shop. In this day and age, he’d have a cellphone out in the shop with him. Just sayin’.

The Trenton family lives in Castle Rock. Husband Vic works in advertising, wife Donna is having a regrettable affair with tennis pro, Steve Kemp, and son Tad is convinced the evil spirit of Frank Dodd is residing in his closet (he’s not wrong). The Trenton family also owns a Pinto that has been having some engine problems as of late.

After finding out about Donna’s affair (Steve Kemp mailed a Dear John letter to his office. Steve Kemp is classy motherfucker), Vic has to leave to handle an ad emergency for Sharp Cereal. If you were to eat their newest cereal, Red Raspberry Zingers, you’d projectile vomit red dye. Sooo he had to get out in front of that. He and Donna are on rocky terms when he leaves, what with her screwing the tennis pro and all. But, Vic knows her Pinto is having some issues, and tells her to take it out to the Camber farm to get it fixed. Donna dithers about it.

Meanwhile over on the Camber farm, Charity tells Joe about her lottery winnings, and gets him to agree to let her and Brett leave to go see her sister in the city. Joe, a functioning alcoholic, convinces his equally drunk neighbor buddy, Gary Pervier, to take a trip into Boston with him. They’ll get some hookers, drink some beer, maybe watch a baseball game. Good times. So, Charity and Brett get on the Grayhound bus, and set off for their vacation. Meanwhile, Cujo is super rabid from sticking his head in a hole, and getting chomped on by some rabid bats. Before Joe and Gary get to leave for the city, Cujo mauls them both to death in a rabid fury. It’s gross.

Donna decides to drive out to the Camber farm to get her Pinto looked at. She’s called several times, but no answer. She chalks it up to the fact the phone is in the house, not in the shop, and Joe will be around to help her with the Pinto. Again... text messaging would have solved this issue. Just sayin. Tad begs to come along, so she agrees. The Pinto dies as soon as they hit the Camber driveway, and as soon as Donna opens her car door, a rabid Cujo comes after her. Luckily she makes it back into her car in time, but she and Tad are basically trapped in the car for two days, with a small thermos of milk, and very little food. Oh, and it’s basically the hottest summer on record, so the car has turned into a greenhouse. Horrible. If Donna had a cellphone, she could have called for help. She could have posted on social media. She could have made an SOS call. She could have sent a text. But none of these things happen. Instead, she’s stuck inside the Pinto with a dehydrated kid, while Cujo growls and pounces on their car from outside. Fun times.

Meanwhile, Vic is starting to panic since he can’t get ahold of Donna. He calls the Castle Rock police who go to the house and find it completely trashed. And semen all over the bed. Because, again, Steve Kemp is a classy motherfucker. He had casually stopped by, looking to see what kind of impact his letter had on Vic. Finding no one home, he destroyed the entire house. As you do.

The police tell Vic to come home ASAP, and he tells them all about Steve Kemp. They issue a BOLO for his sex van, but they are also super curious where Donna’s car is. Vic remembers the Camber farm, and they dispatch an officer to go check it out. The officer heads over, and finds Donna and Tad mostly dead inside the Pinto, but before he has a chance to call for help, Cujo guts him.

So close to rescue! So close!

The police find Steve Kemp, but there’s no sign of Tad or Donna in the sex wagon. They bring him into the police station for questioning, but he’s not talking. Because classy motherfuckers don’t kiss and tell. They just send letters to their mistresses husbands.

Vic decides to take a trip out to the farm to look for the Pinto, and arrives to find Donna bloody, bitten, and beating the shit out of Cujo with a baseball bat. But, he also finds Tad dead in the Pinto. That’s the biggest gut punch of this entire novel; Donna fights so hard for her and Tad’s survival, only to have him die a few hours before help arrives. It’s also a big “I Told You So” on Tad’s part. He had told his parents monsters were real, and coming for him. They didn’t believe him. Welp, this is awkward...

That’s Cujo. No Wisconsin references, no Dark Tower references, nada. But I will give the book credit for two things. First, the format of the book is kinda cool. It starts with this...

And the rest of the book reads like a cautionary fairy tale. No chapters, no parts, just one long narrative story. I liked it. I also liked the fact Steve gave Cujo a voice. I didn’t feel too bad when he died, though. So I feel conflicted about that.

The other thing I appreciated was the author photo on the back. After last week’s Firestarter brooding Glamour Shot, I was happy to see this gem.

Looks like Steve plays tambourine in a folk band. Or sells hand-tooled belts at the local swap meet. Or can give you a bag of some really dank weed. The possibilities are endless.

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 9

Dark Tower References: 6

Book Grade: C-

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Shining

The Stand

The Dead Zone

‘Salem’s Lot

Carrie

Firestarter

Cujo

Nightshift

Next up is Danse Macabre. I’m stupid excited to read this, because I love Stephen King non-fiction. I find his humor and insights really shine through when he’s using his most authentic voice. I’ve read the updated introduction so far, and have already laughed a few times. I mean, he talks Bride of Chucky. How can you not appreciate that?

Until next time readers, Long Days and Pleasant Nights!

Rebecca

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Every single time I think I’m close to finally absorbing what they’ve thrown at us, they do something else to add salt into the wounds. I’m still not over the OBGYN scene because it just reminds me of everything that has happened to them this season.

What was the point of that scene other than to beat us over the head with the fact that Dan doesn’t give a fuck about Amy and to be able to use her abortion as a joke and to insult her looks yet again. We’ve already had almost 3 seasons of this.

Their whole storyline has been such a big fuck you to Dan and Amy fans. And it continues to be after they have burned their relationship to the ground.

Selina and Tom can have a fucked up version of love, Beth and Jonah can have that as well. And she’s his half-sister. Why can’t there be something in-between for Dan and Amy?

He has been downright cruel to her. It was bad enough in season 6 when someone referred to her as Beefy Blonde and he instantly knew it was her. He told her about Jane. He forgot she had a vagina. Here, he asked her to pay for half the abortion, fucked someone else next door (at least he warned her?), told her in detail about his sexcapades, fucked a 19-year old with the same name she gave to their baby, slept with her sister on the eve of her abortion, hit on the OBGYN that helped her, and will end up marrying someone more than half his age who resembles her.

They have destroyed almost every aspect of their relationship. The caring aspect of it, the romantic potential of it, the sexual aspect of it. We haven’t seen them work together yet. Maybe they’ll end up destroying their working relationship too. And then there will be literally nothing left.

What was the point of the pregnancy? It literally went nowhere. There was no character development, no new reveals. Everything went back to status quo. I saw this on a forum: “I did expect Amy’s pregnancy to be more than just a vessel for “Dan’s an asshole” jokes.”

So the point of the pregnancy was to prop up Dan’s asshole behavior and show an abortion for shock factor, and use the abortion as a way to further insult Amy...

This season, Selina and Gary insulted her weight, Kent insulted her appearance, Ben said she was not a good protege. She left for Jonah’s campaign, sold her conscience and soul. The best thing she came up with to get back at Selina was her age. After all this, she leads Jonah to the Vice Presidency while Dan swoops in and through sheer luck, leads Richard to the Presidency (possibly).

I will never get over what they did to her character.

The old Amy would have never put up with any of this bullshit for that long. If she wanted to have the baby, she would have had the fucking baby regardless of what anyone thought, especially Dan.

#7x03 #pledge #7x04 #south carolina #7x05 #super tuesday #i know i've mentioned these points before #but it's the only way for me to process what they've done #justiceforamybrookheimer2019 #freeamybrookheimer

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coffie-coffieraptorstudios · 5 years

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I haven’t caught up, what happened? How did Caleb die?

(Long ass post incoming :/)

Okay so what is going on is... (recap of ‘Change’ > https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLilXAvaGVFZjitubI4_A5Y9o5qNq8Xo18)

Ethan is the tiniest of his siblings, therefore he’s weaker and gets more attention from the family members, so his twin older (by five minutes) brother Caleb is jealous of him...

He always picks on him, he had since they were tiny kits.

So one day, Ethan gets jumped by Caleb and his friend Dylan, and as usual- gets beaten. Luckily, his big sister Amber saved him, brought him home, and fixed him up.

Later, Ethan Amber and Little Cato are home, when Caleb and Dylan come in- seeing Ethan and talking smack to him. Amber jumps in and threatens them, mainly Dylan (the one who sliced Ethan’s head). Caleb snaps when his sister threatens his best friend (who is loosing it having been saved by his crush), and attacks her.

After a bloody fight, Caleb ends with pinning his sister. As he is about to finish the job, their Papa (Avocato) comes home, furious as he sees ANOTHER fight has gone down...

He breaks up the fight, yelling at Caleb (again) and this time... Caleb is done with this...

“Screw this F@*KING FAMILY..!”

He ran. He ran out right then and there. Never to come back to this family...

From then on, it was just him and Dylan.

While they were living on the streets, Dylan finally confessed his love to Caleb. The Ventrexian was surprised at first, but confessed that HE had been in love with him too.....

The pair had been surviving off of leftovers in dumpsters for food, it wasn’t much- but it was better than nothing. Dylan had to do this all the time, he didn’t have a home or a family, but he did now. And it was Caleb...

One night while they were at a usual destination, (where Dylan SAID ‘the owner never comes out’) an angry alien ambushed the kids for digging in his trash. They run, but the alien aims his weapon at them...

...at Dylan...

Caleb notices and pushes his boyfriend out of the way... taking the bullet for him.....

Dylan managed to get him away, it was difficult since Caleb had lost consciousness... He snapped out of it after a few minutes, insisting that he was fine. (Despite the hole in his ear)

A few days pass, and Dylan awakes to find the Caleb has fallen ill... He checks on his ear to see it’s a terrible mess...

Dylan was overrun with emotions.

Guilty... anger... sadness...

It was then that the Lord Commander showed up...

He reassured the panicked alien he meant no harm, in fact he wanted to help...

A few days later, Caleb finally awakens.

The Lord Commander tells him that he was the one who mended his wound. Caleb is confused as to why he was helping him. (Since their Dads we’re persecuted by him before he and Ethan were even born..!)

He explains that they had the same wish...

‘To destroy them.’

Caleb knew... this... THIS was how he was gonna finally get rid of that stupid baby brother of his...!

He agreed... he would join him...

Time passes, the family has had very mixed emotions about Caleb leaving. Gary however had been a wreck.

Ethan sees how upset his Daddy is... and knew how he could fix this... no matter how scary it was...

“Don’t worry Daddy... I’ll get him back..!”

Ethan snuck out the evening, in search of his brother.

Out in the storm, Ethan was calling out desperately for Caleb, begging for him to go back...

“...they need you more than me....”

He jumped as he heard a sound behind him, wondering if it was him. But it wasn’t...

“Ethan Goodspeed...”

He stepped back in fear, terrified as the Lord Commander approached.

“We’ve been looking for you...”

“ ‘we’..?”

It was then he was attacked. He looked up, his face filled with horror as he realized...

“-C-Caleb??!”

He loomed over the tiny Ventrexian, baring his fangs.

“C-Caleb..! It’s me..! Your brother-“

“I HAVE NO BROTHER!!!”

Ethan was horrified... as Caleb attacked him, just like before and yet- so different...

The outcome of this was Ethan covered in wounds and being blinded from a scratch across his right eye.

Months passed...

Dylan and Caleb have been together with the Lord Commander all this time, Caleb training often and leading attacks. All while he and Dylan were enjoying their love for each other.

Then Dylan found out he was pregnant...

At first it was just between him and Jack, he didn’t want to tell Caleb just out of nowhere since he was always busy...

But... Jack had already told him.

...and he was thrilled...

Meanwhile, Ethan was outside getting fresh air one day, when he heard something in the bushes nearby. He investigated the noise, to find a Snow-White Ventrexian with a wounded arm hiding.

He told her he meant no harm, she seemed to calm down a bit. She told him her name was Trisha, only to have him stare into her blue and green eyes in a daze...

He snapped out of it when his Papa called for him, Avocato was a bit defensive of Ethan from her, getting bad vibes thinking she was with The Lord Commander and Caleb...

Ethan tried to convince him otherwise, showing that she was just scared and hurt. He thought about it for a moment before giving in, saying she could come in but to ‘not try anything, or else...’

That night, Gary tended to Trisha’s wound, as she told them why she was alone. (since they had asked) She was enjoying her day with her two dads, when the Lord Commander (and Caleb) attacked, which ended in only her getting away...

Months go by, Caleb returns to He and Dylan’s room after an attack, only to find his mate wasn’t there.

After he searched for a few minutes, he hears someone come in- Dylan...

...and he wasn’t carrying the eggs anymore.

Dylan took his excited mate to the medbay, where their five eggs lay in an incubator. Caleb promised (for the hundredth time) that he would make sure they grew up big and strong...

A month goes by, Ethan has had some... thoughts, about Trisha.

...and by thoughts, he means he had a crush on her... BAD...

SO MUCH that one night after she had a nightmare about her dads, he slept with her and ended up kissing her after she fell asleep. aaaand unfortunately his Papa saw this...

He told Gary, who was absolutely LOOSING IT.

He talked to Ethan about it the next morning over some cookies, Ethan confessed that he REALLY LOVED HER... but he was scared to try and move things along with the relationship since Avocato seemed to hate her...

Gary, still loosing it that his baby boy was in love, told him that he would try to work it out with his Pa.

...only to fail...

When he had to tell Ethan, the kit was heartbroken...

Meanwhile, Caleb was woken early one morning by his mate, telling him the eggs were hatching..!

They rushed to the medbay, to watch their feisty little daughter be born, Caleb excitedly watches their biggest egg, awaiting its hatching ...

It began to move... and minutes later, a tiny Velocitrexian emerged from the shell.

Caleb stares at his tiny son... in anger... the biggest egg... and what came of it??? A pathetic little RUNT..!

He turned and left. Leaving Dylan and his newborns behind.

Dylan was heartbroken... Caleb had changed... he wasn’t the Ventrexian he fell in love with...

He took the kids and left that night... he knew they weren’t safe there...

Despite what Papa said, Ethan and Trisha continued to develope their love for each other.

Gary felt terrible that it had to be this way for his baby boy... he knew he had to keep trying...

As he tried to talk it into Avocato again, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

-it was Dylan.

He told them what had happened with him and Caleb, that it made him realize what he did when he was younger to Ethan was wrong, and that he needed somewhere for his little ones to be safe... Avocato and Gary agreed that they could come in.

He and his little ones, Diva and Chase, made themselves at home. Dylan reuniting with Ethan and apologizing for what he had done in the past. Ethan forgave him, afterward being very curious about Chase and Diva.

Dylan told him, they were his niece and nephew.

Ethan was taken aback... They were his brother’s!

He had a talk to his dads about going for his brother, Avocato told him not to. Knowing it would just get him killed.

Despite it all, of course, Ethan snuck off.

Avocato and Gary found out he had gone, Avocato went after him, telling Gary to stay behind with the kids Incase anything were to happen to him...

Ethan, at the Lord Commander’s base, found his brother... trying desperately once again to get him to come home...

Only to have Caleb say... “I am home...”

Just before Caleb could attack him, he was shot...

...by Avocato.

He rushed to Ethan, trying to get them out of there before Caleb came around...

...who was lining up to attack his Pa...

Ethan saw this, and jumped between his brother and his Papa as he lunged.

-taking the killing blow...

Avocato froze, seeing his baby boy get impaled in the side by his brother...

...Avocato has had it now...

He lashed his dagger into his son’s side, forcing him to release the small Ventrexian, he gasped in pain as he looked at his Papa... a psychotic chuckle coming from his bloody mouth, his last words being... “...see..? I k-knew you... h-h-hated me.....”

Caleb’s limo corpse fell to the metal floor... the thud echoing through the halls...

Avocato looked at his dead son in tears...

...freezing when he heard a gasping whimper behind him.

“-ETHAN!”

He got his wounded son home, where everyone was terrified and heartbroken as Avocato explained everything that had happened...

And... well... here we are...

#final space #final space au #final space oc

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