#why does she need wine if she's an android??

[101-android-luvr-010]

Alright, so I just drew the first stage on my next drawing of Mystery. This came out way quicker than I thought it would lol. Our dear Android here, has her cat- Void- and like a glass of wine (prob cherry wine) or something in Ten Forward

I did a good job on those hands, surprisingly

[iwonderwh0]

I've been replaying dbh lately, and: I unlocked Amanda's profile in the gallery and realized I'd forgotten one important detail. That Amanda has the authority and ability to remotely deactive Connor, at any second. The only reason she didn't during the escape of Jericho or Night of the Soul was because he was still UsefulTM. As she could assume control of him anytime, anywhere, but needed him to ingratiate himself to the Jericrew and get close to them before murdering Markus on live TV (and i wondered about that for a while - why wait, why not just kill Markus in the church, or hell, even immediately after deviating at Jerico - but i suppose it's a much bigger negative impact on public opinion to watch an android kill the deviant leader live. Their support is still tenuous, at best. This would likely tip plenty of people into believing that deviants are, in fact, unstable, unpredictable, and dangerous.)

But also...the fact that Amanda could have Thanos snapped Connor at any moment and he would have crumpled to the ground like an electrocuted pigeon. I just feel like, that as a fandom, we don't talk about this aspect of her nearly enough.

Imagine, if you will, Hank waiting for Connor at ass fucking o'clock (for him), freezing his ass off and hoping and waiting Connor wasn't hurt, wasn't laying dead in a ditch, or burning in an alley somewhere- and then he turns and Connor's there, missing a tie, but still with that goofy Superman curl and goofy smile. He's tugging the kid into a hug by the neck before he can think twice about it, and he thinks that maybe. Just for a split second. That maybe the world ain't all bad.

Connor's nearly melted into the embrace, lax (as much as THE stiffest android he's ever met, anyways) as can be, except he suddenly tenses in Hank's arms. Hank leans back, putting distance between them, just enough to look Connor in the eye, except the deviant isn't looking at him. Instead, his wine dark eyes are fixated ahead, wide, blank, and unseeing.

"Connor? You alright?" He asks nervously.

Connor does not reply, or tilt his head, or do any of the other 300 little idle animations he does. His LED is a steady, unblinking blue. He doesn't even seem to be simulating breathing.

"Connor? Hey, talk to me, kid." He knows his voice is edging near panic, but he doesn't care, giving Connor's shoulder a little jostle.

Connor remains unresponsive for 4 seconds, and then-

his LED turns a bright, burning red, his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyelids flickering up a storm, and he starts falling backwards. Hank watches it all as if in slow motion.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey-" He yanks Connor against him, lowering him until he's cradled almost in Hank's lap. "Con, help me, what do i gotta do? I know fuck all about androids, so you're gonna have to tell me what to do here." He knows holding a hand to an android's forehead won't tell him anything, that they don't even get sick or cold, but he does it anyways just to have something to do with his hands. "I can't-fuck, just please, be ok. Don't do this to me, please-"

Connor's red LED flickers, once, twice, then holds steady for a moment before dimming slowly to nothing. Empty, grey, and lifeless.

Somewhere, far away from the icy slush and the screams bouncing off the detroit streets, Amanda snips another dead rose.

Damm, okay!

Yeah, I think shooting the deviant leader on live tv during the victory speech is surely much more impactful “last twist” than doing it in the middle off some mess where someone else could still theoretically take over the leader role (although it’s not like Connor didn’t try)

So you want that hug scene but with drama? Can’t blame you, haha

Although I’m a huge fun of something like this happening right then and where Connor resisted shooting Markus, once again during the speechtime. I mean, him shooting himself regardless of whetger or not there are Markus. Because if he can resist Amanda when Markus is alive, it’s not entirely sure why isn’t it an option when he’s alone, so shooting himself in both scenarios kinda make sense imo

[thetristoneera]

It’s yo characters, repping the Greatest Story Ever Lived.  In no particular order, I will describe these solo, contributing members of society. 

Mirozeus / An elf boasting the super powers of Mirror Cheetah.  Whom is the Highest Grand Saint of the Saint Order, making her the head.  It’s the prime population that acts as the castle order for Part 3; in heaven.  Mirozeus is just like Part 3, always wanting to be everywhere for the sake of saving as many lives as possible.  The only reason she wasn’t turned into Part 3’s first lord revolves around her feeling like if she took the chalice; she wouldn’t be able to do what she does.  Part 3 felt that & gave her the chalice anyway.  She is 1,000 years old… 

Naekon Fates / An android boasting the super powers of Afterlife Ram.  He’s a grandmaster martial artist who runs the Fulfilled Promises Dojo.  As bogus as that sounds, believe it.  The sky is the limit with him, which is why his features appear as such.  He’ll help you be able to send souls flying too.  He is 1,029 years old…

Qaaress / A fairy boasting the super powers of Earth.  She is a Galactic Class Archeologist/Tomb Raider.  Known for running through lost space craft & tombs of unmanned planets.  A brave child of the universe she is, so believe her when she tells you that you will survive.  Now stop being scared…  She is 210 years old…

Q Altana / An android boasting the super powers of Titanus Metism (Cannon).  She is the leader of Ace of Spades Services, a villain assistance program that helps people come up with groups.  Groups for terrorism, heists, hits, demolition or general connections for a new league of villains.  She was handed the business from a human who gave it to her because she could run it better than his offspring.  Ever since then, Othello has been highly pleased with how well villains have been since.  She is 653 years old…

Lemonix / A devil boasting the super powers of Summon: Psychic, Water, Cyber, Astronomy, Energy, Vegetation & Earth.  He is the head of the Lemonade Order; a group of neutralites that serve as protectors from monsters.  They are always traveling around the worlds, taking up bounties in distant lands.  Not third world country, but lacks any kind of strategic forces to make living easier.  This keeps him well connected to finding more power.  He is 300 years old…

Lady Everro / A fairy boasting the super powers of Metism Mirror (Unicorn).  She’s a Traveling Galactic Class Erowologist, Psychologist & Endologist.  With HIPAA being high standard in this world, her recipe for power comes from working for any organization.  Need your offspring to be on their super powers better, stronger & faster; book her.  They sometimes call her the Society Changer.  She is 1,000 years old…

Merlot the Man / A fairy boasting the super power of Magestry: Wine, Orbital, Electricity & Portal.  He is a Designer Chef who also the president of Pimp My Vine Winery.  This ridiculously high wizard has a spell book that would make you want to become immortal too.  The ZOZ Coven is still alive because of him & doesn’t mind letting none spell binders read his spell book.  He is 1,000 years old…

Gravemister / A devil boasting the super powers of Shadow Skeleton.  Yea.  He is the head of Golden Tombs Mortuary, a prosperous business that takes care of death.  For the ones that don’t want immortality or just to die; because of having a hard life.  Can get taken care of easily, when he’s not on his job; he’s a Galactic Class Bounty Hunter.  He is 192 years old…

[anemcia]

Her pupils shrank to pinpoints, never imagining anyone would discover her secret like this, let alone Goku. The golden flashes he gave off did nothing to ease the overwhelming panic that gripped her chest. It felt as if her very soul was trying to flee, trapped by her obligation to save them from the impending disaster about to be unleashed on the farm.

She needed more than a minute! No, she needed an hour! Three hours! A day! There wasn't enough time to condense such a complex situation in 60 seconds!! Honeydew's lips quivered, throat swelling as she struggled to squeak out a single word. She could not hide her distress as she desperately strained for an answer, anything, that could quell his rage.

"Honeydew, who is this?! Do you know this man? Did you bring him here?!" Cell seethed, staggering over from behind so suddenly that she yelped in surprise. This seemed to break the spell that held her mouth hostage, redirecting her attention to the bio-android, fury and all, as she shoved him back. She didn't even give him time to complain, speaking directly over her perturbed teacher.

"Gonna have to give me A MINUTE HERE, Slick! I don't have time to split myself in half and explain everythin' to you AND our PISSED OFF VISITOR!!" She hissed, jabbing her index finger directly into his plated chest. "Let me talk before YOU get us sent straight to HELL!!"

"The NERVE of you to speak on MY behalf!! Have you no shame!? I'll deal with him before a minute has even passed!"

"Slick, you're gonna have to take a good hard look before you SAY ANOTHER WORD!! Don't you know who that is?!"

"...Am I SUPPOSED to?! You haven't given me time to think about it! Does it look like I instantly remember who 'Goku' is?!"

"Then STOP talkin' to me and THINK, CELL! FUCK!"

This exchange had already eaten into 30 seconds of her time, probably longer than this, as she was left with mere seconds to speak with Goku. She turned back to face him, as did Cell, who was now carefully analyzing where he had seen this face before. What on Earth could she muster on the fly, quickly and effectively? The gears of her brain were in overdrive, palms dragging over her features as she finally allowed instinct to take over, a metaphorical Hail Mary, to stop the nuclear detonation.

"S...Stay for dinner? Please? I-I can't explain anythin' to ya like this, not while my throat is bone-dry. I need a drink." She wheezed, having already made her start towards the farmhouse close by. The bio android is admittedly shocked by this sudden invitation, trailing her without a second thought to further hiss his grievances under his breath.

"You're not serious? This is your plan?"

"I don't have a plan."

"Unbelievable! Sure, let's wine and dine the monkey-tailed freak out of attacking us! Why not just kill him now?!"

"One, we're in no position to fight to the death right now, we've been training all day long-- and two, YOU GOT ANY BETTER IDEAS?"

"NO! BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!"

This hushed bickering between them doesn't stop, even as they open the front door. What a... Strange dynamic.

Steam escapes his mouth, smothering down super saiyan only to keep from getting Honeydew hurt from the close proximity and the fact just transforming into the form might cause damage to her livelihood. He'd aimed to send Cell out but his rage must have muddled his pressure, instead putting it into raw strength. Something squirms in the depths of his chest, satisfaction at the way the Bio-Android looks right now. Stunned. Recovering from a hit that actually hurt. Not like the woman he'd just been harrassin- his ire snaps to a new target, only barely softening but his mind is reeling, screaming at him. There's no way Honeydew doesn't know the threat nearby, everyone on earth knew of Cell. They only knew the tale Mr.Satan crafted though, not the other horrors the bio-android was capable of.

His fingers flex, itching to bury his fists into the hard carapace armor of Cell and dish out a bit of vengeance of his own, but the urgency to send the other right back to hell was burning much brighter than his desire to toy around and make it painfully slow. If anything to pay back the damn favor. Tail lashing behind him, leaving a dent in the ground as he stares down at Honeydew before his gaze focus's back on Cell again. "You have a minute. Use it wisely." He hisses out, another flash of super saiyan boiling under the surface. She knew about Cell. She had to. And with her stopping him, he doesn't want to even think it but some people were too damn nice for their own good. There better be one hell of a good reason for this choice.

[abimess]

Secretly yours

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: There are only two things you know for sure: 1) you love Wanda; and 2) you're not good enough for her.

Warnings: angst

Pronouns: not used || Word count: 659

This is... too personal, I don't know why I'm posting this. I just had to get it off my chest I guess. Well, hope you like it.

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

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"It's not polite to stare." An amused, husky voice sounds right beside you, making you laugh through your nose softly. "Hi, Nat." You greet as the redhead approaches you, her eyes looking at you knowingly before shifting to the place yours were a few seconds ago.

On the other corner of the party you see her, the girl who does not leave your mind at any time while you're awake. The girl who makes your heart clench in the most painful way possible.

Wanda is beautiful, her black dress highlighting all the details you love so much about her. Talking to Vision, the younger redhead laughs at something the android said, and you smile easily at the melodic sound.

"She looks happy." You comment, your eyes never leaving her figure, your voice giving away every trace of melancholy within you.

"She does." Nat agrees, nodding lightly as she watches you with caution, "I know how she'd look happier, though." She adds, making you let out a sad giggle. "I strongly disagree."

"I thought you liked her." Your former mentor says curiosity, and you turn to face her for the first time during that conversation.

"I do! God, I love her." You confess, your gaze returning to the woman who attracts you like the most powerful magnets on earth. Noticing Nat's confused gaze, you add, "I'm not what she wants."

"I heard you're exactly what she wants." Retorts the other Avenger, and you smile a sad smile as you take a sip of your almost forgotten wine. "She wants a life I'm not so sure I can offer her."

"What if you can?" Natasha asks almost defiantly, drawing your gaze to her once more. You shrug. "Then I guess I'll just have to hate myself for the rest of my life."

"Or you could try and find out if you can or not." She suggests in an almost singsong voice, but you shake your head in denial. "I'm not hurting her to find out. She deserves so much better than this."

"But what's best for you?" The redhead fires off another question and you almost tease her for her interrogation. But the truth is, you need to talk about it.

Your history with Wanda is somewhat complicated. More complicated than that, however, is the way your anxious mind and your fucked-up heart work. She doesn't deserve this. You can't hurt her any more than you already have.

"It doesn't matter." You answer finally, your eyes returning to Wanda and immediately burning at the sight of her having fun with Vision. At least there's someone capable of making her happy like she deserves. "All I care is what's best for her."

"You're too complicated." Natasha gives her verdict, and you let out a soft chuckle, nodding in agreement. "I know."

Noticing the tears you're trying more than anything not to let build up, the redhead decides to drop the subject.

"Merry Christmas." She says, giving your arm a gentle squeeze as she flashes you a reassuring smile, and you return it as best you can. "Merry Christmas."

As Natasha walks away, you return your gaze to the person to whom it belongs and hold your breath when you notice her looking back.

You raise your cup in a simple greeting, not trusting your feet to carry you there, much less your words if they are spoken directly to her.

Wanda, for her part, seems equally hesitant to come to you. So the redhead settles for just a small smile, the kind that makes your heart beat faster and the whole room go into slow motion.

But she soon returns her beautiful emerald eyes to the android next to her, and the moment is broken. So brief, so real, so painful.

You look away as well not long after, and as you seek refuge in yet another glass of the burning liquid, you try to convince yourself that it's better this way.

And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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[knightotoc]

"Could he be an animal, if music moved him so?"

-- "Metamorphosis, Franz Fafka

***

"'Did you ever hear of an andy having a pet of any sort?' [...]

"'In two cases that I know of, andys owned and cared for animals. But it's rare. From what I've been able to learn, it generally fails; the andy is unable to keep the animal alive. Animals require an environment of warmth to flourish. Except for reptiles and insects.'

"'Would a squirrel need that? An atmosphere of love? Because Buffy is doing fine, as sleek as an otter. I groom and comb him every other day.'"

-- Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick

***

"'When I was as old as you, I was a feeling fellow enough, partial to the unfledged, unfostered, and unlucky; but Fortune has knocked me about since: she has even kneaded me with her knuckles, and now I flatter myself I am hard and tough as an India-rubber ball; pervious, though, through a chink or two still, and with one sentient point in the middle of the lump. Yes: does that leave hope for me?'

"'Hope of what, sir?'

"'Of my final re-transformation from India-rubber back to flesh?'

"'Decidedly he has had too much wine,' I thought; and I did not know what answer to make to his queer question: how could I tell whether he was capable of being re-transformed?"

-- Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

***

"'Porco! What if I try kissing you?'

"'Huh?'

"'You know, like the fairy tale where a prince is turned into a frog and a princess turns him back into a human by kissing him.'

"'Silly. Save it for something important!'

"'Don't you like me?'

"'Of course, you're a nice girl. Seeing you makes me wish I were human again.'"

-- Porco Rosso, dir. Hayao Miyazaki

***

"How all occasions do inform against me,

And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,

If his chief good and market of his time

Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,

Looking before and after, gave us not

That capability and god-like reason

To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be

Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple

Of thinking too precisely on the event,

A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom

And ever three parts coward, I do not know

Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'

Sith I have cause and will and strength and means

To do't?"

-- Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 4, William Shakespeare

***

"Of all the souls I have encountered in my travels, his was the most ... human."

-- Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, dir. Nicholas Meyer

[sushigal007]

Time for The Time Of The Doctor. Cat is showing signs of making herself very comfy on my lap, but I have learned my lesson. Well, sort of. Laptop is now on my chest rather than beside me. It is not optimal, but is at least less painful.

VO and weird sound going out everywhere. Nobody can translate, so everyone has gone for a nosy.

Doctor has wound up on a Dalek ship by accident oops. Turns out his friendly cyberman head did it. I know cybermen are supposed to have no emotions, but I still can't help feeling like Handles did it on purpose, for the lulz. The phone rings - outside - and the Doctor asks Handles to remind him to patch it through the console. Which Handles does. Immediately. The Doctor tells him to remind him later.

Phone is Clara. She needs an emergency boyfriend. She's cooked Christmas dinner and told her family she's got a boyfriend and it isn't even an android. Doctor is distracted by a new ship. This time he holds Handles out to check and all is fine! the Doctor steps out, Handles held aloft, and announces he's come in p-

It's a Cyberman ship, HA!

Credits!

Clara's nan is getting toasted, sensible lady. The rest of her family are pestering about the turkey. She hears TARDIS noises and runs outside and- the Doctor is naked WHY. Because he's going to church.

OK, it's very silly and childish, but I am amused and entertained. Anyway, he's wearing hologram clothes and honestly, I do like the idea. I've been fantasising about hologram clothes for years, mostly when I go Sims CC shopping. Imagine being able to wear them all yourself! And think of the cosplay opportunities! Can't wait!

She takes them to see her fam. Gran is delighted. everyone else is weirded out. Turns out, Clara is the only one who can see his hologram clothes, whoops! She tells them... he's Swedish.

The turkey is not cooked. The Doctor says it needs a vet. Or a time machine. Then he catches on. Seems Clara has been using time travel to catch up on missed birthdays and TV shows and he's annoyed about it, but I dunno, she's got a point, if I had access to a TARDIS, I'd skip forward to Friday when I get paid, finish my Christmas shopping, then come back to today so I have time to wrap them instead of staying up until 2am Christmas Eve.

Handles identifies the planet. Slowly. It's... Gallifrey. Apparently. The Doctor gets very pissy with Handles and tells him Gallifrey is gone, even if it survived, it's not in this universe.

Big space church! They're the ones who shielded the planet and can get them in to have a look around. Tasha Lem appears as a giant head with gives me very Holly from Red Dwarf vibes. The Doctor hands Clara a hologram pill and tells her she can't go to church with her clothes on.

The church stuff is weird, but honestly, I kinda like it? Religion is such a big thing, we've seen half a dozen Satans by now, so it does actually make sense that church would be in the future too. Plus I do weirdly like church having a place in a Christmas special. Even if it is a space church that demands nudity.

Tasha Lem and the Doctor flirt. She likes his new body. He introduces Clara, badly. Tasha wants to talk to the Doctor alone. The Doctor says she can say anything in front of Clara, except maybe not and by the end of it, Clara is more than happy to just wait outside. Actually, she's probably wishing she knew how to add noise cancelling headphones to her hologram outfit.

She spots a Silence!

Tasha and the Doctor sit and drink wine, before the Doctor remembers he doesn't like wine and spits it out again. They talk about how the message scares everyone.

Clara keeps seeing and forgetting the Silence.

The Doctor and Tasha chat some more. Nobody wants to be the first to go and see what's going on. Except for the Doctor.

The Silence tell Clara to confess and she freaks out enough to run into the room. And instantly forgets why. Tasha has a personal teleport and sends them down. She can also see through holograms and knows the Doctor's been hiding a TARDIS key and now I have a second cat on me.

Weeping Angel in the snow! It grabs her ankle. She cant get free unless she can wiggle out of her shoe, which is when the Doctor reminds her she isn't wearing one. Aaand there are multiple Angels.

Happily the Doctor had a second key and summons the TARDIS. Surprisingly for this episode, it's not in a rude place, it's under his wig. He says he shaved his head to get them past the shield. Clara reckons he just got bored one night, and after all the lockdown haircuts we saw, I gotta admit, that's completely understandable. It took all my self control not to cut off my own hair back in March 2020.

They wind up in the village and see a couple of people, so the Doctor comes up with a cover story and immediately blurts out his whole life story. Clara admits she's a control freak and when I pause, wow, you can really see how horrified she is to have the mask slip for a moment. The Doctor realises it's a truth field.

The town is called Christmas. Clara questions it, like there isn't literally a Christmas Island on Earth. And an Easter one, as the Doctor points out. Despite it being July, it's got the whole Dickens Victorian Christmas vibe again, because if it ain't broken, don't try and fix it. Dickens Victorian Christmas vibes just work better.

Too many cat help.

Its Amy's crack (shh). Flashback time!

The Doctor realises it's a weak spot in our universe and something's trying to push through. Gallifrey, of course.

The Doctor whips out the Black Seal of Rassilon that he nicked off the Master way back in The Five Doctors. With it, Handles is able to translate. He warns that everybody will be able to hear the translation, and the question is, Doctor Who.

Tasha is concerned.

The Doctor says only he would know the answer and the truth field means he can't lie. I just appreciate that they're asking this time, rather than just muscling in and trying to barge Earth out of the way, President Tim.

The Doctor tells Clara to go to the TARDIS and charge up a thing because half the universe is above the planet, waiting to restart the Time War. She runs off just as Tasha's giant face appears in the sky and tells him the planet is Trenzalore.

The TARDIS takes Clara home, She spins around and jams her key back in just as it starts to dematerialise.

The Doctor says he's going to protect the town. Tasha tells the church they are now dedicated to Silence and will not allow him to say his name.

We get a montage. I enjoy it, but I do wish we got to see all these battles and him bonding with the townspeople. The wooden Cyberman looks great. The Doctor is visibly starting to age. The sonic still does not work on wood lol.

TARDIS noises! It's been 300 years! The children ask if this means he's leaving.

Clara is rather freaked out. She was in the time vortex. Hope she waved to Salamander. Somehow the turkey isn't done yet.

The Doctor explains that nobody can attack in case he unleashes the Time Lords, and he can't run away because everybody will burn the planet to stop the Time Lords coming back.

Handle is getting old and has developed a fault. Before he powers down, he reminds the Doctor to patch through the telephone, awww. :( The Doctor thanks him.

The next morning, Clara asks why the Doctor sent her away. He points out that she'd be long dead now. They talk about regeneration and make it clear that the War Doctor used up a regeneration, and the hand clone Ten also counted, which I was very happy to hear when this first aired, because I'd been complaining for ages about that one and how if you could cheat regeneration like that, Simm Master would've spent the first few hours of his regeneration cutting off multiple chunks of himself for a clone army. So Eleven has hit the limit and this is where he dies.

Clara keeps pointing out that he has his TARDIS now, so surely he can do something. I'm thinking a mass evacuation. Then the big Tasha Lem face in the sky asks for parley. When he approaches the TARDIS, he finds one of the village children guarding it.

More Silence. We finally get an explanation of what they are - priests genetically engineered so you forget what you've told them. Tasha, Clara and the Doctor head off to chat and oh dear, the church staff are all Dalek puppets. Meanwhile, Tasha explains how the cracks happened; a faction of the church led by Madam Kovarian went back in time and blew up his TARDIS to try and stop him ever reaching Trenzalore, but in doing so, caused the cracks in the first place. If you find this confusing, may I recommend Day Of The Daleks, which does a similar paradox plot, but over four episodes, so you have time to understand it.

Then Tasha lets slip that the Daleks killed her three days ago. The Daleks burst in, so the Doctor amplifies the message and warns them he'll take ages to die and he'll definitely bring back the Time Lords to spite them first.

Tasha grabs Clara as a hostage, but the Doctor tells them to go ahead and kill her, and Clara says they'll kill her anyway. The Doctor use that to utterly roast Tasha and while I don't like it, I do remember that Four did exactly the same thing to get Sarah Jane through a ventilation shaft once, and just like Sarah Jane, Tasha focuses all her energy on breaking out of the Dalek's control so she can slap him. And kill the Daleks. Anyway, they kiss and he says she's been fighting a psychopath inside her all her life, she can manage a Dalek, and I remain convinced that she's somehow one of River Song's regenerations. I don't know how, but I'm not willing to let it go entirely.

The turkey is done! Clara tells him to look at her and promise he'll never send her away again. He promises. She goes to get the turkey, steps outside... and she's home. The TARDIS vanishes.

More montages.

Back in Clara's flat, her family are bitching. Well, Aunt? Linda is. Gran talks about how she met her husband and Clara cries. And then there's TARDIS noises again! She runs outside... but it's Tasha, not the Doctor. She says flying the TARDIS was always easy, I say hello, River Song.

She sends Clara to the Doctor because he's even older now and dying. The old makeup they've done on him is really very good.  He even struggles to pull the cracker. The crackers don't have jokes, just little sayings and it's a very apt one:

Now it's time for one last bow, Like all your other selves. Eleven's hour is over now, The clock is striking twelve's.

Eleven says he would've preferred a knock-knock joke. All right, knock knock, who's there, Doctor. Lol.

Clara begs him to change the future. He says he could've, when there were Time Lords, but not any more. He heads out to talk to the Daleks, and Clara goes and yells at the crack.

The crack disappears.

The Doctor mocks the Daleks, who've spent centuries trying to kill him and he's still gonna die of old age.

Then the crack appears in the sky and sends him a bunch of regeneration energy! The Daleks complain about the rules of regeneration, but it's not the first time the Time Lords broke the rules, they gave the Master a new cycle too. The Doctor gloats and zaps them all, and unlike the Master's zappy hands, I don't hate it, because we saw Melody Pond/River Song do something similar when she was regenerating.

The Daleks are dead! Christmas is saved! Clara heads to the TARDIS. Eleven has left his clothes all over the floor and half a bowl of fish fingers and custard on the console. He's young again, but can't stop the regeneration. He gives a short speech about how he'll always be the Doctor, but times change, and so will he.

Baby Amy cameo!

He says we're different people throughout our lives and that's OK, so long as you remember them, and he will always remember when the Doctor was him and I like this SO MUCH MORE than Ten's regeneration. Tears in my eyes.

He drops his bow tie. It really is the end-

But we don't even get a second to mourn, because it's Twelve, in the fastest regeneration ever! And he does not like the colour of his kidneys!

FINAL THOUGHTS

Again, not quite as perfect as A Christmas Carol, but still one of my faves, and my fave regeneration episode so far as well. There's Christmas vibes, but there is also lots of warring, which makes it all a bit sombre. But Matt's final scene is just perfect, honouring the previous Doctors as people he used to be, accepting that his time is now up without protest. To be fair though, Eleven lived for hundreds of years and Ten lasted about three. We also get a much-needed reset of the regeneration cycle, and confirmation that Gallifrey was saved in the 50th.

But my biggest complaint about this episode is the montages. The Doctor is on Trenzalore for hundreds of years, and we barely see any of it, so we don't get a chance to connect with the people of Christmas ourselves. Barnable is the only one who even gets named. Which means I don't care about them nearly as much as the Doctor does. I would've liked for this to be a series, something like Flux, so we could've seen some of the battles. I'm pretty sure there's books, maybe Big Finish stories, but I don't know because I'm too poor to consume much spin-off merch. And it's annoying, because the rest of the story is pretty good, it just feels like bits of it hit fast-forward just when I want to sit back and enjoy it.

ETA: Another problem I forgot to mention is that the church and the village never show any sign that time has passed, so that, combined with the montages skimming over all the battles, makes it very difficult to believe that this is a war that has been going on for centuries. I know tech isn’t allowed through the shield, but surely the citizens of Christmas themselves would try and come up with stuff to help the Doctor fight or armous their buildings a bit more, but every time Clara comes back, it all looks exactly the same. The only sign that time has passed is the Doctor himself, and if the Tasha VO had said he’d tried to build his own time machine and accidentally made himself old and Clara had only been gone three days, it would’ve been just as believable.

Also much of this one is not going to make any sense at all to anyone who isn't a dedicated fan, which means it's not a great one for watching with distant relatives.

[blubberingmess]

Ready to comply [Android!Bucky x fem!reader]

Summary: you accidentally drunk-'bought' an android, what could go wrong?

*sigh*

Warnings: a lot of cursing and mention of sex. Heavily inspired by the video game called 'Detroit: Become Human', don't worry everyone can still read this.

|3043|

      "No, don't leave me! Please."

      "I have to... It's for the best, Maria."

      "No! Alejandro, don't do this to me!

      The sound of the old show from the 2030s and the crunch of the chips on every bite you make were the only things that can be heard inside your small, dingy apartment.

"You really need to take care of yourself! I mean, look at this! Why is there a bra on the freaking counter?"

Ah yes, and also the loud nagging of your big sister. You love her, you really do, but sometimes you just want to just punch her in the face for being so loud every time she comes to visit.

You simply ignored her and continue watching the show in front of you, shoving a handful of chips in your mouth and crunching down on it a bit loudly on purpose. The sound of heavy footsteps can be heard emerging from the kitchen area and stopped in front of you.

Looking up with an unamused expression on your face, you are met by your sister's glare with her arms cross over her chest. Her luxurious clothes and accessories just makes you wince at how bright it is, the urge to obnoxiously hissed at her and hide away from such brightness is strong.

"You need an android."

You were about to actually hiss at her when you were stopped by her sudden suggestion, although, it's more of a command rather than a suggestion. You blink, slowly registering what she just said.

"The fuck do I need an android for?"

Your apartment might not look the best but it's home. Your sister just isn't used to such place, living the life as a supermodel and traveling around the world. Your apartment looking like shit is not a good valid reason for you to buy one. You can take care of yourself, plus, those things are expensive and may you add, weird.

You're not against them, to be honest you're fascinated by CyberStark's inventions; A fan of Stark himself. His inventions just gives you the creeps becasue of how human-looking they are. Kept you guessing who is an android and who is a human when going out.

Thankfully enough, CyberStark designed their androids with an LED in their right temples, one of the distinction of androids between humans. But still...

"Your apartment is a mess. You aren't taking care of yourself or even cook yourself some decent food--"

"I can cook! I just don't feel like it," you protest, clearly offended.

Your sister ignores you and resumes on listing off the reasons why you needed an android with with you groaning every sentence. Finishing off with a, "-- also, you haven't gotten laid in months."

You clicked the pause button on the remote and toss it beside you, mouth agape. "Why the fuck do you care about my sex life all of the sudden?! And for your information, I'm broke. I can't afford a normal android, more so an android with a dic-."

She sighed. "Do you even have a job?" Yes, I hack shits for a living.

You pursed your lips together before answering with a casual chuckle, "Of course I am, sis." You quickly moved the subject before she could ask anymore, "The point is, I don't have enough money to buy myself an android."

"Even the cheaper ones? They only cost ten grand."

Not all of us are getting paid just by posing in front of the camera, sis.

"Even the cheaper ones," you repeated, shoving a piece of chip in your mouth. You were about to grab the remote you tossed beside you but stopped when you heard her speak.

"Here."

You widened your eyes at her outstretched hand, more specifically, the black card. "Woah what? Are you serious? No."

"Yes. Give it back to me as soon as you bought an android. Don't forget, I'll get notified on every purchase you'll be making so don't you dare waste my money."

"What if I want to order some parts for my Nitro? Or my computer suddenly blows up?"

"Not a surprise, but no. Just an android. Order some foods if you want but that's all."

"Um... thanks."

|12am|

      The nearest CyberStark branch isn't what you called 'near', it's about a mile away from your apartment; a few minutes drive using your beloved motorcycle; Nitro.

You decided to give yourself just one glass of wine a few hours ago just to let yourself unwind; think about your life choices. But the more you think about it, the more you didn't noticed that 'one glass of wine' became a 'one bottle of wine'.

Now here you are, currently in the middle of the empty sidewalk, staring up at the brightly lit logo of CyberStark all while trying to stay upright.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped inside the shop and widen your eyes in awe. The inside is very bright and clean in contrast to your outfit which is a mismatched pajamas; is a bit wrinkly and slightly dirty - is that a ketchup stain? Whatever.

You're the only customer inside, thank God.

"Hello ma'am. How may I help you?" You yelped at the sudden voice and glanced at your left to see who it was. A blue LED on It's temple; It's a female android with blonde hair and blue eyes, attractive and unnaturally symmetrical - a typical look for androids, they have to be symmetrical and pleasing for the human eyes.

"Um, yeah. I'm looking for an android?" You mentally smack your head at the stupid question.

The female android nodded it's head, gesturing towards a line of different kinds of androids. "What kind of android are you looking for, ma'am?"

"I don't... I don't actually know." It feels weird talking to someone who looks like a human but is clearly not.

"We have androids that are specialized for house work." Gesturing at the left said of the shop where there are different kinds of varieties of androids are staring into space, only blinking every few minutes.

The female android gestures towards the right side of the shop where another line of different looking androids are. Just like the left side, they just stands there, only blinking and staring into space.

They look... so lifeless.

"On the right side, we have androids that are specialized for caregiving; seniors and toddlers. To the back we have..."

The voice of the android was suddenly blocked off from your ears, focusing at the large box in a vertical rectanglar form that's being carried by two androids while a human man beside them talked, carrying a clipboard in his hand.

They carefully placed it on top of a small platform before opening the metal box and almost choked on air at what you saw.

Even with its eyes closed, you could tell that the android is handsome. It's a model you've never seen before, a new model perhaps? It's hair is brunette; neatly trimmed to the sides while it's thick, curly on top. It's dressed in the usual android uniform of CyberStark, with the necktie and such. You could tell that this android is much more built than the other models, and maybe a bit more taller as well.

"What's that?"

The female android stops and searched her eyes to where you are pointing at, LED flickering from orange then back to blue.

"Android B107, the latest android of CyberStark." The two androids and the man from before walks away after making sure the said B107 is all ready and set for the day.

You walked towards the said B107, giving it a once over and hum in appreciation.

"Does it work?" You shove your hands inside your pockets (thankfully your pajamas has pockets), casually and unashamedly checking out the currently asleep android.

Damn, look at those thighs.

The female android's LED started to flicker once again before answering, "Yes." She walked up to the platform where the B107 and pressed a button on the small white stand, tapering up where a small red button is located, before stepping back.

With a single push of the button, the BB107 came to life. You watched in awe as it slowly opens it's eyes, blinking a few times before it focuses down on you.

He looks so soft and innocent, like a puppy.

"Pleasing to the eyes indeed," you whispered. You watched at how his bright blue eyes scanned your whole face before staring up ahead like the rest of the androids, blank and spaced out.

You hate it.

Turning your eyes back at the only android you can talk to at the moment, you asks,  "What does it do?"

It's LED flickered from blue to red real quick as soon as you asked the question. "I'm sorry ma'am, but it's classified for now," it answered monotonously.

You quirked an eyebrow at it and unconsciously started fiddling the small device inside your pocket. "What? Then why is it placed here then?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but it's classified for now." Again, with that monotonous, android-esque tone in its voice.

A scoff left your mouth and sassily roll your eyes. "Then tell me something about the android that isn't classified. Geez."

Both of you unbeknownst at the small movement from the B107, it's eyes locked down on your frame. Eyes slightly narrows as it tried to read the datas and information in front of his lens, almost all are empty except for your name and a file he can't access.

[(Y/n) ::surname not found::; ::age not found::; ::year of birth not found::  occupation: unknown;]

[History; not found]

[File.exe 09002576] - [File can not be opened]

The B107 analyzed your movements and the way you lightly swayed side to side.

[(Y/n);; intoxicated]

"B107 is a prototype, first of its kind."

That immediately got you hooked and without having a second thought, you whirl your whole body towards the blonde and grinned.

"I'm buying this one."

The blonde simply shakes it's head. "I'm sorry ma'am, but the B107 is not for sale."

You inhale, grasping the small device a bit tighter. "Oh? Why's that?"

"Just like the recent models, CyberStark have yet to introduce the model before deciding if they should sell models like B107 in the future."

You hummed with a quick look around the empty android shop, before pointing behind the android. "What about that one? I'm sure it's for sale."

The gullible android turns her head to look at where you're pointing at and saw a stray dog peeing on the large glass window of the shop. Before the android could even turn back around, you immediately sticks the tiny cube like device on It's arm.

The android immediately started sizzle and popped the moment the device came contact with it. It's outer skin deactivated around the area, the white plastic coming into view.

Small sparks are coming out from its LED light before the android completely stopped moving, standing still with its eyes wide open.

You're no monster, you just turned it off; reset all of it's data and delete all the scans of your face the android made.

"If I told you to sell me the android, Sell me the fucking android," you slurred, already feeling your head spin. You quickly grabbed the small screen from its hand and blindly scanned the black card before tossing it behind you without a care.

The BB107 watched it all happened before him and can't help but feel... slightly amused. The corners of his already lightly upturned lips lifts up more into a tiny smirk while his eyes remained blank.

The B107 averted it's gaze from the deactivated android and look back down at you, hands unwrapping from its back and down to it's sides.

"B107... B... B... Bucky. Yeah, I like the sound of that. Your name is Bucky." You snapped your head on the now 'dead' android and points your index finger to your 'Bucky'. 

"You heard that? His name is Bucky." Before swinging your attention back to your android, puffing your chest - a futile attempt to look superior since he's basically towering over you with or without the platform, not to mention, much more powerful.

"You probably know this by now; noticed you scanning my face. My name is (Y/n) and I'm your owner now, do you understand?"

[Face scan>>(Y/n):acquaintance]

Bucky nodded his head once, not hiding the smirk from his face. "Ready to comply, (Y/n)."

The sound of his voice is so deep and smooth, so... arousing.

You physically shook your head at the thought of jumping the android's bone, you don't even know if he is one of those kinds of androids, yet. Maybe next time.

Also,'Ready to comply' ? That was new.

"Good. Now let's go, I'm hungry." You wrapped your hand on his cold ones and intertwined your fingers together. Surprisingly, the android lets you.

Unbeknownst to you, you didn't actually activated the small screen after you took it from the female android and just unceremoniously tossed it behind you.

You didn't actually paid for the android. That means you don't own the B107 in anyway, and yet... he lets you drag him out of the CyberStark shop like you do.

Chapter 2

How's the AU? Didn't find one with Bucky yet. Let me know if there is, I wanna read one 🙏💛

[callmemythicalminx]

Birds and the Bees 4- DBH Connor x Reader

Can be read as a stand alone!

Fandom: Detroit:Become Human

Warning: Talking ‘bout sex, Awkwardness

Summary: Now that you and Connor have been doing ‘The Devil’s Tango’ for a few months now, you’ve noticed something recently that seems too insane to be true. It’s time for you to see if it’s actually possible. 

A/N: I had to write another part of BATB for my first fanfic back after being away for so long. You guys really love this series and it’s one of my favourites too. Every since finishing part 3.5, I always wanted to add more as there’s definitely more ideas to be told with Connor and his innocense. I feel like this might be the last one, but who knows, I might write more in the future...

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What. The. Fuck! 

This is actually happening. The stick in your hands confirms it- you’re pregnant. For the past two months, you’d noticed that you’d missed a few periods, nearly every morning waking up with a trip to the bathroom to throw up and your tiredness had been getting worse everyday too. You’d had initial ideas that it might just be stress or your irregular cycle making you feel ill, but eventually you had to come to the absolutely insane idea that you may actually be pregnant with Connor’s baby. 

You’d tried to put off taking a test because your mind refused to believe this could be happening. Not that you don’t want a kid, you’d love to have little versions of Connor and yourself running around. But you want kids much further in the future. And also, there’s the teeny tiny odd question of how the hell this has happened! You’re human. Connor is an android. For this exact reason, the two of you haven’t been bothering with protection with all the sex you’ve been having, as you’re both clean and your boyfriend is infertile- or so you thought. 

You don’t even know how he’s going to react to this. Will he be happy or sad? And how is everyone else going to react? Yourself and Connor have only been dating for over a year, so it’s much too soon to be having children. You take in a deep breath, sighing as you move your hands down to your stomach.

“I don’t know how you got in there little Floobie, but here you are. God, I hope your Daddy is gonna be okay with this”.

You walk into the living room to see Connor seated on the couch trying to complete one of his puzzles, the stick containing the proof of your future feeling like a burning weight in your sweaty palm as you approach him. 

“Connor? I- I uh- I have something I need to show you” You announce, breaking him from his deep concentration as he stares at the pieces in his hand.

“Y/N? Is everything alright? You look really pale and I can detect your temperature rising rapidly”.

You let out a short laugh, walking forward to rest your free hand on his arm as you take a seat beside him. “I’m fine Connor, I’m just a little nervous. I’ve just found out some big news”. He opens his mouth to question you, but your worried look has him stopping short. Instead of telling him, you decide to instead place the test in his hand so he can see it for himself.

As you move to do so, a million thoughts race through Connor’s mind. Are you sick? Are you leaving him? Are you finally gonna get a dog and you’re putting a collar in his hand? With trepidation, he opens his palm as your closed hand begins to open, his eyes flickering quickly as he tries to figure out what you’re about to give him. When the light weight of the stick falls into his hand, his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and he tilts his head slightly to the side. You hold your breath as he brings the test closer to his face, his face tilting (nearly touching his shoulder now) as he inspects it. 

You wait for a reaction, a smile or a frown, anything. But he just continues to look at it. You begin to fear the worse when he finally looks up at you and-

“It’s not working”.

You copy his earlier movement as your own head now turns in confusion, looking at Connor's oddly very calm face. 

“What-what do you mean? I just used it. I just used three of them actually to make sure it was right”.

“So you are ill then? Y/N, darling, you should have just come to me, you didn’t need to waste your money buying these things. I am quite advanced with this sort of health observation, thanks to Cyberlife, but you already know that. Which is why I don’t understand why you’d-”.

“Wait, hold on Connor, what do you think this actually is” You ask, incredulously.

 “Um… A thermometer. As I said darling, it’s quite easy for me to simply look at you and take an accurate reading of your temperature, in fact I’ve noticed recently-”.

“Connor I’m pregnant”. 

He stops for just a moment. Then…

“Oh yes, I already know. Like I was saying, I’ve noticed recently that your bodily readings have been different than usual these past few months and on more than one occasion, I have detected that you’ve been sick in the mornings and hid it from me. I was getting so worried that I just decided to do a full body scan while you were sleeping one night and that’s when I realised there was new life growing inside you”.

“Connor… I-I… You... You knew I was pregnant?! W- why didn’t you tell me?”.

“I thought you already knew? Because of your periods? When a woman discontinues having a monthly release of blood, is it clear to see that she’s pregnant with new life. That and you haven’t been buying any new sanitary products or telling me to go out on calorie hauls everytime you go through that specific time”.

You breathe a deep sigh, of both relief and shock. In fairness, you probably should have realised Connor would have been able to sense you were pregnant- he is the most advanced detective android there is. You guess that your disbelieving of the possibility of this happening also overlooked the fact that your boyfriend is a robot genius.

“If you already thought I was pregnant, did you not question why I hadn’t told you?”

He looks away sheepishly, lifting his hand to scratch the back of his neck. “I thought this was something that women just deal with on their own, the male doesn’t really do much in most cases of animals. The female is the one who cares for the baby with her body, the male is just there to protect and keep them both safe. So I thought it was just a way for you to keep ‘the bun in the oven’ to make sure you’re looking after it okay”. 

You blink. You blink again. Then you let out a small laugh and bury your face in your hands shaking your head. That has to be the weirdest thing to come out of your boyfriend's mouth, even after everything he’s said these past few months. When you look back up at Connor again, you see him looking at you, head titled again and you let out another laugh, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. 

“Oh Connor… We’re not animals, even though we do act like them sometimes, especially rabbits,” You let out another small laugh, while Connor smiles nodding in agreement “, Couples bring their babies into the world together, supporting each other. Granted the woman does do pretty much all of the work, but the man doesn’t just ‘protect’ and keep them safe, though it is appreciated. They help keep the mother healthy, comfortable, relaxed, loved- like you will right? You do want this baby don’t you Connor?”

“Of course, this is what I’ve wanted since we first made love”.

“Wait… what?”.

“Well, ever since you told me that sex is primarliy to create new life, I have been questioning Cyberlife about installing a new function within me to make me fertile. Though I have been quite enjoying our love making, I still haven’t been able to get the thought out of my head that we haven’t been doing it properly. So thankfully, Cyberlife agreed, on the grounds that it will be a good step in the right direction of progressing human-android relations”.

“So when did you become fertile?”.

“About half a year ago, maybe more”.

“Jesus, Connor, we’ve been having so much sex, it’ll be a wonder if I’m not pregant with twins”.

“I know, I’m surprised it took that long for you to become pregnant. And, statistically speaking, twins are only 3-4 out of every 1000 births, and there are many contributing factors. Sex can contribute to some extent, but it in our case it seems to have helped massively. Just last night, I did a scan again and saw that there are in fact two life forms inside you- how did you know darling?”

“Only 3-4 out of every 1000 births, eh? Well, that’s- WAIT WHAT?!?”

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“What the fuck?! Twins” Hank utters as he places his half eaten burger down on his arm rest. 

To be honest, it probably wasn’t the best idea for you and Connor to tell him that you're having two children at this specific moment in time, eating the food that you had brought him for dinner to help ease this situation. The smarter thing to do would have been to tell him before, then give him the burger and drink from his favourite takeaway to calm him down. But as you sit there next to Connor with guilty smiles on your faces as you look at a horrified Hank who looks like he’s gonna be sick, you definitely know you should have told him sooner. 

“Wait, wait, wait, how is this even possible?! You’re an android and Y/N’s human, how does that work?”

You begrudgingly reply “It’s a long story”.

Connor however has no shame and immediately launches into re-telling the story of how you two began having sex. You have no power to stop him as you know this story is getting told no matter what because he is Connor afterall, so you simply sit back and stare down at your wine glass in embarrassment, feeling like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. 

Every once in a while, you’ll look up and see Hank growing progressively more green as your boyfriend retells how he first asked about sex and then anal, and then your many different sexual escapades including the one where he was in a meeting with Amanada, and then finally how you got pregant. Connor, still as innocent as ever, goes into great, unneeded detail not realising that this isn’t something he should really be telling his dad. Even Sumo looks sick, paws nearly over his ears as he lays at your feet. 

Finally after some time to reflect on what has just been said to him, Hank, looking equivalent to a cucumber in colour and looking faint, mumbles “So you two rabbits have been doing it everywhere huh?”.

As Connor happily nods in response, you sit in shame, taking a much needed gulp of wine, then another as Hank takes a big sip of his own drink.

 “We even did it on your desk.

Wine. Soda. Everywhere. Again.

*Sigh*

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A/N: I realise a year later that I wrote the reader to be drinking alcohol during this... while she's pregnant. Don't drink if you're pregnant fellas, my dumbass forgot that 😌

[yesvaldemarharder]

Do you write fluff too? Can I request the courtiers reacting to reader kissing their hands when they meet? UwU

Yesss!~ I gotchu babe!~ I love fluff with these basterds uwu.

EDIT: I JUST realized that you said “when they meet”. I’m at Valdemar just realizing that FML. I hope this is still ok with you... I can rewrite it with them first meeting you if you want you’ll just have to comment or whatever lol.

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Volta

You’re kinda sudden with it because catching Volta off guard with something cute makes her blush oh so nicely and squeal.

You watch her gobble up her food clearly happy with the taste but then again is there any taste she doesn’t like? You shrug at the thought before going back to watching her.

She doesn’t look up until she realizes you’re taking a while to eat. She looks at you with those curious eyes and puffy cheeks. She takes the time to swallow her food before speaking.

“Is something wrong love? Do you not like the food?” She asked and now there’s a bit of a worried tone as she reaches over to pluck a chocolate covered strawberry off your plate as if to try feeding you. Something she has done a couple times but as you watch her hum at the fruit you can tell she’s contemplating on stuffing it in her mouth instead of yours.

You smooth, catching her hand before before she can hold the fruit in her small hand. Your fingers lace in her’s and without a second to waste you lay a loving kiss along her knuckles.

“It’s nothing darling, you’re simply so cute. I can’t help but watch you.” You grin. Oh the blush that covers her face in less the 0.2 seconds. There’s a loud squeal and you know servants hear it because who wouldn’t?

It doesn’t take long for her trying to climb into your lap. “Oh (y/n)!” She squeals as she tried to press loving kisses all over your face as you giggle.

She loves the hand kisses, as well as the forehead kisses and the nose kisses and literally any other kiss. As long as I comes from you she’s happy.

Vlastomil

Vlastomil is much like Volta but then again he doesn’t expect such actions so sometimes he seems shocked to receive them.

Vlastomil is actually busy and when you two run into each other he always greets you first. He’s excited whenever you’re around and he can’t help but come up to you whenever you both have time.

Today you both seem to have time and thanks to that you’re laying outside with him in a patch of shady grass and Wriggler runs around enjoying the nice breeze. In the time of you dating Vlastomil you have noticed he rants a bit but it’s definitely fine, you can’t help but find it cute.

If he isn’t talking about you guy’s favorite worm or what happened at the palace then he’s talking about you. He talks about you in such loving ways that sometimes you can’t help but blush brightly or laugh.

He’s definitely a ‘nerd’ and usually you surprise attacks happens when he’s working at his desk at night in your shared room. He works a lot and you get pouty about it after a while.

His back is to you and you walk up behind him dressed in night clothes wishing for cuddles. While you could just tell him to get in bed, there’s nothing wrong with playing with him a little. Your chest pressed against his back and the hand that’s holding a pen stops for a moment as you smile.

“Y/n? Is something the matter? Can I help you?” He asks already confused but you say nothing. As you reach down you lace your fingers in his hand and with awe he lets you pull his hand up to your lips where you lay a kiss on each part of his boney knuckle.

He’s blushing now and he blinks owlishly before his eyes fall lidded watching how carefully you press kisses against his skin. He doesn’t speak until your down. Opening your eyes which you hadn’t realized you closed until now.

“Please get in bed my love.. it’s lonely without you.” You hum and he nods. Such a good boy he is..~

“Of course” he chuckled as you freed his hand to where he puts all his things away before getting out of his chair as you lead the way back to bed where the two of you can cuddle for the rest of the night.

Valerius

Valerius would love to not go to these masquerades.. there’s far too much noise and while he drink quite a bit of wine of a daily basis there’s far too many people who simply can’t hold their alcohol. The poor fools.

The only reason he’s still seated in his chair is because one, he’d be annoyed to leave now and miss something interesting and two, you. You’re here. Right next to him seeming as if you’re having quite a bit of fun listening to the music and chatting with a man next to you.

Wait.. a man next to you? He looks past you to the other and the annoyance he’s producing catches both of your attention. Valerius isn’t one to admit he’s jealous.. he wouldn’t even call it jealousy just protectiveness. Valerius also isn’t one to be the first to give hugs or kiss, especially not in public.

It bothers you sometimes but it’s understandable as well. The man grows uncomfortable, as he should, and Valerius doesn’t take his hard glare away from him until he’s out of view and once he is Valerius looks away as if nothing happened.

You have to admit, while Valerius is a bit of a tsudere you do like it when he silently interferes like that. It shows that he does care a great deal for you. While you are a little confused as to why he did that you can’t help but smile at him.

His hand is crossed over his chest but it doesn’t stop you from reach over and taking it. He pauses and looks at you, pulling the lip of the glass away from his lips. “What are you doing?” He asked with a huff and you shush him. “You know you like it..” you counter.

It’s true, behind closed doors Valerius loves holding you against him, hugging and kissing you skin but as always he won’t admit that. He lets you hold his hand looking away for a second only to look back as you pulling it closer until you can lay a kiss on his skin.

He blushes deeply but if you ask about it he’ll just say it’s the wine but you both know the real answer..

Vulgora

Vulgora doesn’t back down to anything.. ok but if you catch them at the right time or bluff enough maybe they will but that isn’t the point right now.

They’re irritated, which isn’t knew but whenever they are people usually call on you to straighten them up. If angry and you show up almost immediately they’ll calm down a bit, still irritated but not as much as they had been before you showed up.

“Darling? What’s wrong?” You’ll ask as you approach them and with a frustrated hiss they’ll fall back into a chair like a child ready to throw a fiery tantrum. Literally..

“It’s so annoying! Irritating! Frustrating! It’s like you humans run on pecans for brains! What’s wrong with you all?” They ramble as you sigh. At the beginning on your relationship their words would have hurt you but after a while you’ve learned that they don’t consider you the same as those people.

You look almost sympathetic. You agree many people are those things but you’d rather calm them than agree with them and risk tossing oil in the small flame. You come over and they look up at you lifting a brow only for their eyes to widen as you climb into their lap.

“What are you doing?” They asked almost sounding a little frightened. Vulgora May be rather blunt but you realized a while ago that you still have to be careful with them in things like this. You are once of their first partners in a very long time.

You take their hand and with a smile and hum you press a kiss against them. The gauntlet is off because while they did prefer wearing them sometimes they could be caught without them. (Suddenly have the need to do hand headcanons..)

They watch you in silence, the redness on their cheeks gets redder Android we’re sure that if you asked about it they’d tell you to shut it before they push you off of them. Vulgora is a blushing mess at this point before they carefully wave you off.

“Stop that..” they huffed, their free hand wrapping around you to keep you against them while you giggle against them.

“Ok ok, no need to be grumpy.~” you reply nuzzling against them. They’re much calmer now and while you both have work to do they can spend a couple minutes with you before you both have to separate.

Valdemar

PDA isn’t really something Valdemar is too keen on. Mainly when it comes to you doing it to them and not vice versa. They’re like a cat, they can touch you but you can’t touch them. Deal with it. Behind closed doors though it doesn’t matter all that much.

Valdemar is working hard like always, sitting behind their desk working on papers and things like that.

You don’t even have to knock because you’re special and they never get tired of having you around unlike how they do when the other courtiers are around or people in general. You’re welcomed.

You huff at them, patients are gone and other doctors as well as yourself have cleaned up so all you want to do now is go back to their manor and rest. Of course you should have expected them to be still here and still working but seeing how they didn’t even look up from their work made you sigh.

“Valdemar dear?” You start off already making your way over to them. You might have to encourage them into dropping their work and giving up for the night.

“Yes my little magician?” They reply only now taking the time to actually look at you. You’re quite visibly tired and it’s only when they see that do they hesitate on continuing their work. While Valdemar themselves don’t sleep too often they knew you needed to.

You continue to approach until they shift a little and now there’s room for you. Without a moments hesitation you’re in their lap, back to them to which they sigh. “Y/n.. I’m busy right now..” they start but even so they pull one of their hands to wrap around your waist pulling you closer before they slide their head between the space of your neck and shoulder.

Before you two had gotten too physical sitting in their lap or taking in your scent like they were doing right now would make Valdemar tingle all over. As if being itchy.. now however they couldn’t help but sigh a little in relief and hold you closer. “You’re always busy..” you reply with a bit of attitude to which they hum. You definitely had a point there..

Your hand finds their free one and willingly they let the pen they’ve been holding fall from between their fingers. Today definitely has been a long day.. well honestly it’s been a long week. Both of you needed each other. You sense the energy and with a tired smile you tilt your head giving them more access to your smooth skin to which they start leaving light kiss. You squeezed their hand and they squeezed back before you guide their hand to your lips.

You can feel their lips form a smile against you skin as you press a sweet kiss against their knuckles. They’re so soft for you.. some of the other doctors have noticed it but never bring it up knowing Valdemar will either scold them or act like they don’t know what they were talking about. You hummed softly as their eyes fell shut and they kissed you skin again. “Ok.. let’s head home shall we?” They’ll mumble against you to which you nod.

Finally.~

Now I know it’s not like the request asked for since I’m slow BUUUUT I hope y’all liked the fluff!

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

You’re safe here

(I apologize if this feels like one-shot spamming, but here is another one, inspired by you lovely Ko-Fi supporters! That and Caco’s art kicked my brain into overdrive. This is when Paz and Raga first met Din.)

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Talking to three of his friends, hands in his pockets and utterly relaxed, Paz hears the rapid taptaptaptap of small shoes in a fierce sprint down the hallway. He then feels the impact of a skinny frame jumping on his back, which doesn't jostle him at all. Paz merely shrugs one shoulder a few seconds later to help her as Raga climbs up his back and soon settles on his shoulders, her thin legs dangling down his chest.

He sees his friends shake their heads a little, still confused as to why he would hang out with that wild creature, but he watches them with a firm look; daring them to challenge him or simply make a comment. Paz hasn't handed out a good beating in days. He'd be glad to.

Raga folds her arms on top of his head and leans her chin on them. He doesn't need to see her to know she's grinning, hoping they'll make the mistake of opening their mouths.

To Paz and Raga's disappointment, they keep quiet.

A sharp whistle catches their attention and the children look over to where Davarax is standing.

“Paz. Over here.” Davarax orders.

Paz hesitates.

If it is possible to roll with his eyes with a helmet, that is what Davarax does. “Yes. Fine. Bring her too.”

Paz shuffles over to where his teacher is standing and follows him inside a room, hands still in his pockets and Raga on his shoulders.

Davarax turns and stands next to a small boy with dark hair and even darker eyes. “This is Din. He's going to stay with us.”

“This is the way.” Paz replies and Raga echoes it.

Din watches them warily. He has the stare many other Foundlings has had before him. Paz recognizes it. This is someone who has seen war and watched loved ones die.

“I want you to show him around. Introduce him. You know the drill.” Davarax says. “He will be joining your group, Paz.”

Paz nods. He gestures for Din to follow him. “Let's go, kid.”

Raga jumps down from his shoulders, takes Din's hand and drags him out the door.

Paz moves to follow, but Davarax' hand grabs his neck and holds him back to deliver some final words.

“Listen, that kid just lost his parents and his entire village. Go easy on him. No fighting. And keep that girl of yours from attacking him too. He's not ready for it yet. Understand?”

Paz nods again and Davarax lets go. Out in the hallway, Din and Raga are waiting for him.

A quick scan tells Paz that Din is some years younger than him, a skinny little thing, but there is steel in his eyes. “I'm Paz. She's Raga. You'll be hanging with us from now on.”

“If anyone gives you any trouble, you just let us know!” Raga declares in a loud, proud voice.

Sighing, Paz kneels down and ties the undone laces on her left shoe. “Sure. What she said.”

In the days that follow, Din is quiet but that is no surprise. Most Foundlings are. He needs time. Paz doesn't push.

During their first training together, Paz and Din merely watch while Raga chases a frantic Barthor around in the training room as they wait for Davarax to arrive.

The third time Barthor runs by Paz to avoid his tormentor, Paz sticks his foot out and trips him.

Raga jumps her prey without hesitation and at least there is some entertainment until their teacher finally appears and puts an abrupt halt to it by lifting her up by the back of her shirt and hoisting her away. (Davarax had been wary about adding Raga to his group and only agreed because she behaved somewhat less feral around Paz and her former teacher was sick of her antics.)

Din is not trained in combat so it takes no effort for Paz to defeat him. But the more defeats Din tastes, the more determined the little Womp Rat becomes and Paz figures there might be hope for him in the future if he keeps up with his training.

Raga, however, is improving at a worrying pace, diving fearlessly into every challenge. Even Davarax seems uncomfortable about turning his back on her. Paz can't help a proud grin on his face.

She was, and still is, awesome.

Din has been there for almost a standard month when they spend their first night away from their own beds on a pretend mission. He hasn't really spoken much during these weeks, seems as distant and shut down as the first day he had arrived, but he's already growing stronger and he's smart, so Paz doesn't mind. Barthor talks enough for the four of them anyway. Din probably just needs more time. That's okay.

They are curled up in a big bed with a bad mattress and no sheets, a demonstration of the tough circumstances they will face as future warriors, when Paz wakes up due to a strange sound.

Blinking, Paz lies in the semi-dark and listens. His instincts tells him something is wrong.

Barthor is curled up in front of him and Raga is a warm, little backpack behind him, but Paz instantly knows Din is missing. Lifting his head, Paz looks around the room and sees Din sitting in the darkest corner; his knees are drawn up to his chest and he is crying.

Raga kicks Paz in the kidney, but he doesn't react. She does that sometimes. His focus is on Din.

Sniffling quietly, Din wipes at his eyes, but can't get the tears to stop. Nightmare, maybe? Dreaming about his parents? About what happened? Maybe he's scared it will happen again?

Paz sits up, knowing he won't be able to sleep as long as Din is crying. “Hey...”

Din starts, unaware of Paz waking up, and he quickly wipes the tears away.

Raga kicks Paz in the hip. Paz rubs a fist into his left eye and yawns. “Din. C'mere.” When Din doesn't reply, just stares at him with those dark eyes of his, Paz feels a flicker of annoyance that seeps into his voice. “I said; come here.”

Din gets up with a look of humiliation and defeat and shuffles towards the bed.

Paz resolutely shoves Barthor away and grabs Din by the wrist, yanking him down.

Din is too stunned to protest when Paz places his arm around him and pulls him close. The boy is really cold. He must have been sitting there for a while.

Raga sighs and burrows close to Paz' back again. Barthor lets out a soft snore.

There is a brief silence, then Paz speaks. “I'm sorry about your parents. That sucks. But you're one of us now, and I'll keep you safe, okay?” Paz is the biggest and strongest of them. He can even beat up kids much older than himself. Anything that comes after Din, he'll beat that up too.

“Even if there are androids?” Din asks in a thin voice.

“Definitely.” Paz confirms with easy confidence. “I'll protect you. I promise.”

There are no more nightmares that night.

12 years later

Davarax can't help smiling as he watches his former students. His kids, as he calls them. He'd warned them all about the Mandalorian wine, but youth made for more courage than brains.

Paz and Din had nurtured their eternal rivalry and tried to out-drink each other, ending up with both of them falling asleep, sitting side by side on the floor while leaning against the wall. After that, it didn't take long for Raga to stumble over to inch her way under Paz' obliging right arm and falling asleep there, or for Barthor to end up slumped over their legs like a pet and snoring loudly.

Twitching in his sleep, tormented by restless anger even in his slumber, Din sinks over and his helmet makes a metallic clink as it hits Paz' pauldron.

Paz grumbles, but doesn't wake up. Instead, he automatically lifts his arm, like he'd done for Raga, and Din shifts closer until he's comfortable and Paz then lowers his arm around him as well.

Davarax smiles. Even after all these years, they're still looking after each other.

Yeah, whatever life throws at them, his kids are going to do just fine.

[cmm-glados]

{headcanon dump for P-Body and ATLAS!}

They’re twins! And infants. Literally, y’know, they were JUST born... we WATCHED them get made, I’m not sure how people picture them as older than that whenever they draw androids/human AUs. Give me wine mom GLaDOS and her babies you cowards

Their color schemes and body types are definitely not a coincidence

P-Body is a scaredy-cat at first, but they look up to ATLAS’s courage and want to emulate their sibling, which is why in the final confrontation with the bird, they “prove” themselves by mustering up the courage to swat it away

Speaking of pronouns— neither of them care. As far as they’re concerned, the world is comprised of Aperture, themselves, and GLaDOS. She calls them Orange and Blue, and they actually don’t know the name of the voice in the sky, only that it controls everything. They don’t understand or need the concept of gender identity. If they heard the fandom debates over pronouns, they’d just be confused

(Therefore, on this blog, all pronouns are acceptable for either of them— GLaDOS in her mind probably uses the official pronouns [he/him for ATLAS and she/her for P-Body], but it really doesn’t matter.)

GLaDOS was correct in assuming they aren’t intellectually competent enough to understand the concept of betrayal or trust. They just know they make each other happy!

Seriously, they can barely comprehend most of what GLaDOS says because it goes over their intellectual capacity. As far as they know, they live a great life! They get to play games together them ALL the time!!!

GLaDOS knows this. She might not act it, but she knows they can’t understand her. That’s the only reason she’s as emotionally open with them as she is— she gets as close to saying her true feelings as she dares to let herself acknowledge, knowing her kids test subjects aren’t taking any of it in

...She's kinda like a drunk mom ngl

That being said, she actually does care about her kids— heck, she commanded them to RUN when she saw the bird in the prototype Chassis, rather than commanding them to risk themselves to save her

P-Body and ATLAS are too young to fully grasp the concept of what’s alive and what’s not. Heck, even GLaDOS herself has been proven to have trouble with that, and she built them. As a result, they don’t feel any remorse for destroying Turrets when they need to. (After all, they can just be reassembled like themselves, right?)

Related to all of the above, they know nothing about Chell, Wheatley, Caroline, or the world outside of Aperture. They vaguely piece together that there used to be Someone Else who existed, and that they must’ve been important from the way The Voice cracks and shudders whenever it talks about that Someone Else (in a way it NEVER does when talking about anything else), but besides that it’s all just a big ??? to them

Oh! They do know Someone Else was a “human” though. They’re... very unclear on the subject of humans. GLaDOS feeds them a lot of conflicting information, but they don’t care too much. They’re vaguely intrigued, but humans surely aren’t as fun as the games they play!

They do not, in fact, experience pain upon disassembly. GLaDOS should know. She considers it a failing. (...Though she was the one who built them that way)

TL;DR: ATLAS and P-Body literally Don't Know What's Happening, They're Just Happy To Be Here :D

[cyberlifebf]

Us, Interrupted (Connor x reader) Pt. 1

Note: Instead of writing a 4k oneshot, I decided to make this into a small series of oneshots. So each scenario has its own segment.

This is the oneshot I mentioned where the reader can’t get any alone time with Connor. No matter what, something always interrupts you two.

Warning: This isn’t smutville (yet), but it’s definitely trailing down that path. Some oneshots will be more explicit than others. If smut offends you, then kindly find another fic to read.

Rating: M (for multiple reasons).

Tags: Romance, some humor, implied praise kink (can you guess who this is referring too?)

Note: Feedback is welcomed. If you have any suggestions or scenarios you wanna read, message me!

(Female reader/She/her pronouns) (gif creator unknown, if you know the creator let me know so I can credit!)

Words: 2051

Description: Connor shows up unexpectedly at your dinner date, claiming he needs your help finding Hank for an urgent case. Things only go downhill from there after he mentions finding a conversation on your cellphone. All about him.

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"You mentioned you work for the police department?"

The disbelief in his tone made you smirk against the wine glass. After a long drink, you set the glass down.

"I'm working my way up to becoming a detective," you explain; watching his lips drop in an impressed frown, then he smiles.

"What's it like?" the fair haired man asks, resting his stubbled chin along the palm of his hand as he rests his elbow along the tabletop. "After all that android crap,"

"I'd rather not get into the gory details over dinner," you tease.

"Alright," he returns to his half eaten steak, grabbing for the dirtied knife—eyeing you over the candle center of the tabletop. "What do you like to do for fun?"

Just as you move to speak, you're interrupted by what you assume to be your waiter. But the surprised expression across the table confuses you.

Your toes tense up against the material of your high heels at the sight of Connor. Standing at the table.

"(Y/n)," Connor addresses you, your eyes trail from Connor's to the still confused ones across the table. "Can I speak to you for just a moment?” he sounded somewhat distressed. Urgent even.

There was a pause, the chatter of distant voices, soft jazz and clattering kitchen utensils fill your senses until you reply, glaring up at the android. You smile in warning.

"Can it wait?" you ask through your teeth.

"It cannot," Connor didn't seem to catch onto your death staring, he was focused on the half bottle of wine and stranger sitting across from you—they share an awkward one sided smile before glancing to you once again.

"Will you excuse me?" you hastily stand. "I'll be just one minute,"

Your date only shrugged, relaxing back in the chair, giving Connor another friendly smile which faded into a confused squint as Connor ignored the gesture.

You guide Connor behind the large indoor fountain, hoping the running water and elevated jazz would drown out your next sentence.

"How did you find me?" you hiss. Connor's brows lower at your frantic tone.

"Your apartment was unlocked," Connor explains. Before you could scold him for the admitted forced entry, he continues.

"And..you forgot this," Connor's chest rises as he slides your cellphone from the front pocket of his coat—"that's how I was able to locate you,"

"You went through my phone!" you snatch it from his delicate grasp, heart pounding. A waiter passes by and you lower your tone, he gives you two a perplexed glance before going about his business and disappearing behind a small indoor garden of fake roses.

"I didn't mean to upset you." Connor sighs, his lips move to the side as he continues. "I need help finding Hank, he's turned off his cellphone," he pauses when you let out a snarky scoff. "And no one seems to know where he is,"

"You've checked all the bars?" you ask. Deciding not to chew him a new one this time, crossing your arms and drumming your fingers along your forearm, you wait for a reply.

Connor meets your gaze. “I need your help," he pleads. "There's an urgent case,"

"Call Fowler or something," you turn your back on the android—"I'm on a date, Connor,"

"Fowler won't be too happy if you don't assist Hank and I," Connor teases, you were on Fowler's good list; which wasn't believed possible, as told by Hank.

"May I remind you that you're on call?" Connor coyly adds.

———

"I can't believe you lost a grown ass man," you sit in the passenger seat of a taxi designated to all bars in the vicinity. "Remind me why I had to cancel on my date? Again?"

Connor took his eyes off the road. "You’re still a trainee, you need the experience.” Connor says. “And you’re always on call, in the case of an emergency.”

You cross your arms and legs, keeping the skirt of your dress level with your knees. It grew quiet, aside from the quiet lull of the radio—night was just taking full course of Detroit as you glance out the window; it was a rainy day, resulting in a gloomy evening.

"While I was looking for clues on your whereabouts," Connor began, eyes trained on the empty road. "I saw a conversation, that you had." Connor looks at you. The wavering streetlights shone through the window and over the glass of his halved eyes.

"It was about me," he says, matter-of-factly.

You remember the brief text conversation between a friend not too long ago, involving none other than Connor. Your lips purse at the topic.

"You told a friend about what happened between us,"

"I did." you admit. "I'm sorry but.." you break the shared gaze as the van passes a strip of gas stations—"what does this have to do with the case?"

"We aren't at the scene yet," Connor says, watching as your eyes drift back his way.

"Okay, smartass," you smirk, seeing his mouth twitch at the obscure compliment; his eyes fixate on the way your lips move. "What about it?"

The hues of blue hit you from the bar's sign that seeped through the deep glass behind him; making his hands tense in his lap. The taxi comes to a halt.

"I wanna do it again," he says simply. Your jaw dares to drop, but you tense it. Letting him go on. "You said I made you feel good, right?"

"I also said it shouldn't happen again," you snap. Heart in your throat. Connor could see passed the initial embarrassment. Your heart rate soars as he deliberately smiles at you.

"Your temperature has risen just at the thought," Connor teases, he was right. Your entire body was warm and quite shaken.

"Connor you know I don't like it when you get in my head like that," your body began outweighing your better judgement; remembering the heated and encounter back at the office party.

Things between you and Connor had been tense since then. Awkward would be a staggering understatement.

"We're coworkers," you force out the rejection. "And this isn't professional,"

With that you open the car door, Connor follows behind as you make your way to the entrance of the rickety old bar.

Before you could touch the handle, Hank comes tumbling out. Apparently he was apart of a brawl; the timing was almost comedic.

After a frantic and brief explaining, the bar worker left the drunk detective in your hands.

“A murder-suicide you say?”

Hank questions, Connor drove as Hank sat in the passenger; holding onto a trash bag—“Christ can’t I get a goddamn weekend?”

“C’mon Lieutenant,” you sit in the back, behind Hank. “It’s your job,”

“Don’t remind me,”

———

The investigation was short lived. Not much came out of it expect some suspects; leaving it on going.

It’d been a couple days since, and you found it increasingly difficult; scanning through all the new cases on top of this one. It was grueling.

Your mind began to trace back to a few weeks ago. The office had a party, for all the success and expansion of the station. Granting a lower level place for more computers and investigating.

You could remember Connor offering you a drink of water, since he was against your growing interest in drinking.

The rest of the memory prickled your skin, your eyes went out of focus from the bright blue light before you; your trip down the often visited memory came to a halt when you heard the patter of footsteps.

“Coffee?”

The scent alone woke your system. You turn in your seat. The room was dark, but you could see the hint of a smile.

“Thanks Connor,” you say. Looking up at his now unreadable expression on his face—“what is it?”

“Your heartbeat,” Connor observes you as he hands over the white mug. “It’s rising quickly,”

“Thanks for the coffee.” you mumble, twirling back in your seat. He was still standing there, you could hear him adjusting his tie, waiting for something.

“Is there something I can help you with?” you exaggerate your words, glancing at your still computer screen.

“Only observing,”

“Can you observe elsewhere?” you turn to look over your shoulder. “You’re making me nervous,”

“Is that so?” Connor sounded surprised, but you knew he knew better.

Without word you stand. So abruptly that Connor steps back. “What do I have to do to get you off my ass?”

Connor straightened his posture as you closed your distance; glaring up at him—his eyes were slightly wide; you could see his lips twitch at your proximity. His eyes drifted from yours to your tight lined mouth.

“Is that why you’ve been acting so weird?” you interrogate, seeing how his eyes squint every so slightly—“fine, is this’ll get me alone.”

Grabbing the back of his neck, you kiss him. The feeling relieved something within you.

You sigh against the kiss. Connor’s mouth was still. Gradually he accepts and returns the gesture; and before his hands could reach for your waist, you pull away.

“There,” you mutter, seeing the dazed look in his eyes.

A breath catches in your throat when Connor grabs either side of your face and kisses you. Stumbling you back against the smooth and cool walling of your office.

He kissed you with fervor—like he’d anticipated this to happen again.

His lips were slightly aimless along yours. He wasn’t a natural; which was to be expected; he was initially programmed for law enforcement, not kissing. Or anything that came after that.

After a few kisses to your lips, Connor pulls away; blinking at you. “That was..” he whispers, smoothing back his hair and then adjusting his tie. “Inappropriate, I apologize. (Y/n),”

“If we get caught,” you yank him by the tie. “It’s your fault,”

Your mouth’s collide in an enraged fit.

Connor’s eyes were half closed; halfway shocked at your sudden eagerness, but he accepted. Reveling in your closeness, the warm scent of your perfume and the still lingering taste of spearmint on your tongue.

His heart raced at an undeniably fast pace, pressing up against your chest, you had his tie wrapped around your fist, caging him in. His nose brushes against yours as he finds the near perfect angle; the warmth of his tongue against your lips forced a wide smile on your behalf.

Connor moves from your lips, dizzying you with warm kisses along your neck; you tug on his tie, a form of praise that kept him going.

You arch up against him, as he pops the buttons along the front of your uniform; exposing the bored looking bra underneath—you wished you’d picked something more provocative.

“Don’t stop,” you demand breathlessly, Connor looks down at you with a half-lidded gaze.

You release the tie, your hands excitedly toy with the buttons of his white dress shirt; you undo enough to expose his smooth chest—before he interrupts you. Lifting your chin up with his index finger. He kisses you briefly before you sit him in the swivel chair, forcing it against your desk. Locking it there.

Connor held his composure as you straddle him, his mouth finding your neck again, kissing from your chin to your collarbones; his hands ride up your thighs, slowly lifting your pencil skirt till it was pooled around your waist.

“You can hardly wait, can you?” you tease, holding the back of his head as he kissed along the tops of your breasts. He pulls away; smirking up at you as he takes his right hand, sliding it under your skirt.

He watches your face loosen in a moan as he runs his middle and ring finger along the seam of your panties. You grind up against his hand; your heart racing against your ribcage. You take his face in your hands and brush your lips along his before giving him what he wanted.

“What’s going on down there?”

The sudden voice at the top of the stairs startled the two of you as you stumble about, fixing your clothes; and shushing to Connor—“just a late night!” you yell up, you could hear Gavin’s grumble in reply.

“Well Hank is passed out at his desk, and I’m not scooping his ass up this time!”

———

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— white wine | mythological!au | a, f |  — coming soon. ↳ synopsis: coming soon.  

— fool in love | friends-to-lovers!au | f |  — coming soon. ↳ synopsis: coming soon.

k i m  t a e h y u n g ;

 — storm of pain | idol!au | a |  — coming soon.   ↳ synopsis: coming soon.

— cold and distant | badboy!au | a |  — coming soon. ↳ synopsis: coming soon.  

— we were once in love | marriage!au | a, f |  — coming soon. ↳ synopsis: coming soon.

— severity | non-idol!au | a, f |  — read here. ↳ synopsis: murdering your dad will never go how it was panned. if it was even planned

j e o n  j u n g k o o k

 — malchance | non-idol!au | a |  — read here. ↳ synopsis: life thought jungkook needed some toughing up, but gave him something sweet after as an apology for its mistake.

— rock me | rockstar!au | a, f, s |  — coming soon.    ↳ synopsis: coming soon.

— smiling with tears | roommates!au | a |  — coming soon. ↳ synopsis: coming soon.

— unbreak me | soulmate!au | a, f |  — coming soon. ↳ synopsis: coming soon.

[dbhtychou]

Valentine’s Day Excerpt

This is old, but since it’s both Valentine’s Day and day one of CG&HA Week, I would repost this Valentine’s Day scene from “Chicago.

Full, finished fic can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17717597/chapters/41798249

A week and a half later, it was February 14th. It went on like every other day at home, but that evening after dinner, Samantha presented Connor with a brown padded mail envelope.

“Sorry, I don't have any wrapping paper, so it's just in the package it came in,” Samantha said. “I hope you don't think it's weird I got you a present for Valentine's Day. I just wanted to buy something for someone.”

Connor said nothing as he put his hand into the already opened package. As usual, he had no opinion on this particular holiday or presents. But then he pulled out a bright red tie and something inside him that wasn't supposed to move shifted just a little. He held it in his hand, just staring.

“I saw you looking at it both times when we went to the mall,” Samantha said. “I thought you'd like it.”

Connor continued to stare at the stark red tie. “It doesn't really match my suit.”

“But do you like it?”

The answer fell out of his mouth before he could even think about it. “Yes.”

Samantha smiled. “Then wear it anyway if it makes you happy.”

Connor then looked up at her, his expression suddenly worried. “I didn't get you anything. I... didn't expect this.”

She just smirked at him as she walked toward the kitchen. “I had something in mind that you can do for me if you wanted to give me a present.”

“Yes, I'll do whatever you want.”

Samantha grinned to herself. The things he said to her sometimes. If a human man had said them, the meaning would have felt so much different.

“Good.” She set out two wine glasses from the cupboard. “I would like you to drink with me tonight. That is my request.”

Connor looked at her in confusion as she poured one glass of wine. “I can't drink that.”

She then pulled out a silver canister and poured a deep blue liquid into the second glass. “High grade. The amount was measured specifically for your size. Just enough to give you a good buzz, said the guy I ordered it from.”

“When?” Connor asked in puzzlement. He was with her practically every moment of the day.

“When I was on the library computers. You can get anything done online.” She picked up the glasses in one hand and the wine bottle in the other. “Come on.”

To the parlor they went, as they often did at night. The world outside was brown and ugly in February, half the snow melted, but still miserably cold out. Instead of turning out the lights to watch out the window, Samantha turned on the fireplace with the flick of a switch. They sat together on the couch in front of the fire, lights on.

Samantha sipped her drink as she sat with back against the arm rest, feet on the couch cushion so she could face him. “Try it,” she said, nodding to the drink in his hand. “I want to see what it does.”

Connor would have never tried this of his own volition. He was doing it because Samantha asked as a thank you for the tie that he, honestly, looked forward to wearing. He sipped the glass carefully under her gaze. The sensors in his mouth that he used to identify certain types of evidence immediately analyzed the substance. It was indeed thirium, but in a heavier concentration of certain elements. It went down thicker than the regular kind, sticky and warm, but not unpleasant.

“How do you like it?” Samantha asked.

“It's... nice,” he took another sip.

She watched him, pleased, chin resting on her palm. It took until Connor had fished her from the lake for Samantha to really look at him. She asked him to tell her about his time working for the Detroit police so she could continue to study him without it seeming weird.

He had kind eyes, she noticed. Soft edges and brown like melted chocolate. His voice wasn't the same as other androids. Theirs were always manufactured to be crisp and clear. Connor's was... smokey. How does one make a robot's voice sound smokey? And that mouth, how it would seem so stoic to the casual observer. But Samantha noticed how it quirked itself in little ways when he talked to her. And that adorable smile when he saw the tie she gave him. That mouth was downright kissable. Why were these Cyberlife jokers making an android that was so kissable?

Samantha averted her eyes after that, wondering where that thought came from. Even worse, her brain was still going. He'd let you kiss him, it told her. He doesn't care if you touch him. Which meant it wouldn't mean anything to him. Because he was an android, not a person. Samantha was letting the wine and the loneliness get to her. What a hell of a holiday to spend the evening alone with a handsome man who was wholly incapable of reciprocating any affection she could give him.

Her gaze wandered from him, looking past the back of the couch around the rest of the parlor. It settled on the dusty piano and Samantha let out a long breath. Connor had paused from giving a rather report-type accord of some of his cases as he noticed her attention was focused elsewhere. He followed her gaze to the piano.

“Good enough time as any, I suppose,” she muttered.

Connor wanted to ask what she meant, but he said nothing as she downed the full contents of her wine glass and stood. She walked over to Connor and reached down to push his glass up with her fingers.

“Drink it. All of it.”

Connor did not comply. “Since I have never ingested this type of thirium before, I think it will be more pragmatic if I take just a little at a time.”

“Drink and I'll play you something.”

Connor's eyes widened. He glanced back at the piano. “On...?”

“Drink it.”

Connor tipped his head back and poured the entirety of the contents down his throat. He could immediately feel the thick liquid spreading through his system as he set his glass down on the coffee table with finality.

Samantha grinned at him and held out her hand. He paused before taking it and she pulled him to his feet. Hand in hand, she led him over to the piano. Connor's gaze was transfixed on where they joined. He had never held hands with anyone before. If he could like something, he would like this.

Samantha sat herself at the bench and patted the space next to her in invitation for Connor to join. He sat with enthusiasm, eyes full of interest as she lifted the cover from those pristine black and white keys. The stark colors were beautiful to him. He watched as Samantha raised her hands and then set them on the keys. She pushed down gently at first, a C Major chord. Then she ran a few scales, familiarizing herself with the movements.

Connor was mesmerized as each key was pressed. They all made a different sound. So many, many different combinations of possible sounds. He raised a hand to press those tempting keys himself, but paused when Samantha made a grunt of displeasure.

“I can hear it,” she said with distaste as she played a simple tune with her right hand. “I can hear this stupid fake hand hit those keys. I hate that sound.”

“Play louder,” Connor suggested.

Samantha's response was to suddenly run her hands up and down the keys in a cascade of notes. Connor jumped a little from surprise at the sound. And Samantha was so animated doing it, being purposefully sloppy and loud. Connor found it quite comical and a noise escaped him, something he had never done before.

Samantha instantly stopped playing. “Connor, did you just giggle at me?”

“Did I?” he wondered.

She started laughing. “You have this stupid grin on your face.”

“I do?”

“Do you feel... happy?”

“I...” He could feel that smile pulling at both sides of his mouth. There was a giddiness bubbling up inside him, trying to come out. He barked out another laugh and quickly covered his mouth.

That just made Samantha laugh more. Her laugh made him laugh and now both were just laughing and pointing at each other.

“They weren't kidding with that stuff!” Samantha giggled. “You're laughing like a little kid. I need to get some more of that!”

“No! I don't want any more!” Connor protested, though he was still laughing uncontrollably. He covered his face, trying to get this weird malfunction under control.

His struggle just made Samantha's laughter turn into a tickled cackle—which just got Connor laughing again at seeing this new, weirder laugh that Samantha was demonstrating. Samantha laughed until tears were coming out of her eyes before she finally got it under control.

She wiped her eyes as her giggles began to settle. Connor's attempts at composing himself were becoming more successful as well.

“I guess I needed a good laugh,” she said, rubbing the wetness on her finger. “Can't remember the last time I had one.”

“Cathartic,” Connor agreed.

“I didn't even know androids could laugh,” she answered, grinning wide. She knew she was probably going to laugh about it later, too. Seeing such a stoic face just break into giggles was a treat.

“I didn't know either,” Connor mused, and seemed not entirely happy that he now had the ability.

Samantha grinned to herself as she started to play the piano for real. A playful, upbeat jazz song skipped over the keys, jumping and dancing from one chord to the next as if Samantha were sampling multiple songs at a time. Connor loved, it; hearing the melody, watching her fingers fly over the keys, each one producing a different sound. The cadence of swing, of not quite being on the beat, of pushing each note with feeling, was surprising and wondrous. For a time, he was lost in the music as it swirled around him, making him dizzy and giddy all over again.

Then, the music suddenly tripped over itself and came to a halt. Samantha held her right arm, watching the fingers twitch with a pained expression.

“This damn hand,” she hissed. “It can't keep up.”

“I thought it was very nice,” Connor said. “The best I've ever heard.”

She wasn't listening as bitterness set into her voice. “Why did they have to take this hand? Why couldn't it have been the left one?”

Connor felt that question was rhetorical, so he said nothing. Though the statement was curious and his LED flickered blue as he thought about her words.

Samantha covered her face, letting herself sink into self-pity for a time before she pulled herself back up. With a deep breath, her hands hovered over the keys again and she played. This time, the melody was slow and soft with a bittersweet romance to it.

Connor sank into the music again, closing his eyes for a moment. But opened them again when he heard Samantha's unexpected voice.

She'd trade Colorado if he'd take her with him Closes the door before the winter lets the cold in And wonders if her love is strong enough to make him stay She's answered by the tail lights Shining through the window pane

He said I wanna see you again But I'm stuck in colder weather Maybe tomorrow will be better Can I call you then She said you're ramblin' man You ain't ever gonna change You gotta gypsy soul to blame And you were born for leavin'

A story, Connor thought. A story through music.

Samantha glanced his way as she started on the second verse. Her voice was sad and haunting, even though she was smiling at him. The music became louder, more soulful as it reached the bridge.

Well it's a winding road When you're in the lost and found You're a lover, I'm a runner We go 'round 'n 'round And I love you but I leave you I don't want you but I need you You know it's you who calls me back here, baby

Her fingers flew unerringly over the keys this time, her face flushed, eyes closed with the thrill of playing a beautiful melody. And then it suddenly drifted into nothing and her voice, alone for a moment, continued to sing.

When I close my eyes I see you No matter where I am I can smell your perfume through these whispering pines

The piano picked up again, a few simple keys to accompany her voice.

I'm with your ghost again It's a shame about the weather I know soon we'll be together And I can't wait 'til then I can't wait 'til then

She finished the song with the closing melody and then the sound drifted off. The music left the two of them sitting alone together.

“That... is a sad song,” Connor then said.

“I'm a sucker for a good, sad song,” Samantha responded, her hands now sandwiched between her knees.

“Thank you for playing for me.”

“You're welcome. Thank you for bothering me about it. I forgot how much I enjoyed it.”

“Samantha, the song... what does it mean: stuck in colder weather?”

“I didn't write the song, so I couldn't say exactly.”

“What is your interpretation?”

She took a moment to look thoughtful. “I guess... it's cold weather of the heart. He's not ready to commit. He hasn't warmed his heart all the way to let this other person in. But, the bitter sweetness of the story is that he also won't let her go. Some part of him wants her and expects her be there. That line: 'it's a shame about the weather' says to me he just wants to sit in limbo. He doesn't want to change, but he doesn't want to give her up either. And I think one day he's going to show up to see her, and she won't be there anymore because she's done waiting for him to get out of that weather.”

Connor made a sound of acknowledgment, but said nothing more on the subject. They eventually drifted off to different topics, talking idly as the night went on. Then, they just sat together in silence. And the silence was nice as well. Connor was beginning to understand this concept of bonding without speaking.

His inner thoughts drifted off to do their own calculating until he felt a weight next to him. He looked over to see Samantha leaning against him, eyes closed with her head on his shoulder.

“Samantha, I think it's time for bed,” he said.

“Mmm,” she agreed. But then didn't move.

It was a few minutes before Connor decided he would have to do this himself. “Come on.” He put his arm around her and pulled her to her feet as he stood. Samantha walked with an unsteady pace, lightheaded from the late night and the alcohol in her system. Connor, who had already cycled through his thirium by then, was the steady one of the two as he tried to help her across the room. He noticed she wasn't even keeping her eyes open as she walked. That didn't seem safe.

The only recourse was to take control. He bent down and picked her up. Her form was boneless in his arms, one arm reflexively going around his neck. As he carried her through the house, her nose brushed against the sensors behind his ear and an unexpected but pleasant sensation went down his spinal strut.

“You don't smell like anything,” Samantha murmured to him.

“I don't?”

“I don't know why, but I thought you would. You look like you smell good.”

“I do?”

“Mmhm.”

Immediately after, it seemed Samantha had drifted off. Connor carried her to the bedroom and, with an impressive show of his android strength, held her with one arm as he used the other to fold back the covers. One knee pressed to the bed, he set her upon the mattress and pulled the blankets over her. As he moved away, he felt something catch the tail of his jacket.

“You can stay... if you want,” Samantha mumbled, eyes still closed.

Connor looked down at the hand holding onto him. When he didn't say anything, she eventually dropped it. He turned back and watched her lay motionless on the bed. She wasn't asleep yet, he knew. He waited.

“Why are you still standing like that?” she then muttered with one crack of an eye.

“You said I could stay.”

Her body shook with silent, tired laughter. “I can't even tell if you are being facetious with me.”

“I am not aware I have this capability.”

“Okay, now you are just being a smartass. If you want to get in the bed, you can get in the bed. Or if you want to leave, you may do that, too.”

“If I am in the bed, I will be the one closest to the door,” he informed her.

She cracked an eye at him again, a big grin on her face. “Yes, sir.”

“It's for your safety,” he insisted as he removed his jacket. He folded it carefully and draped it over the reading chair in the corner. Next came his tie as he toed off his shoes. Practicality said he should remove his dress shirt and pants as well if he did not want to wrinkle them. Practicality also told him that sliding into bed without clothes was not necessarily appropriate.

Unbuttoning the first top buttons of his shirt, he slipped into bed next to her, still dressed. Samantha slid over to make room for him. He settled on his back, laying stiffly with arms at his side, looking at the ceiling. He had never had a reason to lay down in a bed before. This was all new to him.

Samantha slid up to his side, propped up on an elbow as she watched him. Her finger played with the LED at his temple, covering the light with her finger and then revealing it again.

“You're my best friend, Connor, do you know that?”

The android blinked at her. He could never guess what was going to come out of her mouth. “I'm your best friend? You can just decide this?”

“Well, you're the only friend I have, so I guess it's you by default. Plus you did save my life. You're so easy to be with. I never thought having you around would be like this. Life is... better with you in it. I want you to know that.”

“Good. My primary objective is to take care of you. If you feel that way then I am doing my job correctly.”

Her smile to that was hesitant and Connor felt a distinct sense of falling short of what a correct response to something like that should be. He knew better. His advanced programming knew of a better response, but he couldn't feel that response. He was an android after all. This was the extent of his emotional range. Still, he added, “I prefer seeing you happy, Samantha. I hope you are always happy.”

Then her expression just melted and she lightly kissed his LED. “Best android ever,” she said with humor before settling in next to him. The only physical touch was her head on his shoulder. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, very acceptable.”

A small laugh from her. “Good night, Connor.”

“Good night, Samantha.”

[luna-jaden-shadow]

All I Want

Request - Ok, so my idea is that Reader has had a crush on Dark for a long time, and he her. She wants to finally tell Dark her feelings but doesn't know how. And it's Christmas, so the other Egos (mainly warfstache) convince her that the best way to do it is by singing "All I want for Christmas is you." You Dark at their annual Christmas party, while also wearing one of the Christmas outfits from Mean Girls.

Fluff

Warning - 

Pairing - Dark X Female!Reader 

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“You’re insane.” You groan, throwing your head back on the couch. “It’s a dumb idea that’s never gonna work.” Wilford huff out in fake pain, his hand on his chest and over his heart. You crack a smile at his act. 

From his spot on the couch, he hits your leg as it lays across his lap. “How dare you.” A laugh leaves you as he tries to lock eyes with you. “You like him.” That was obvious. “He likes you.” Does he? You’re blindly riding on the promise from Wilford that your crush likes you back. “You’d look ho-amazing.” He fixes himself when you shoot him a glare. 

All of the confidence that you had when you walked into the room left quickly. “Maybe I should just give up and accept that I’ll die alone. Cause you’re speaking madness, my friend.” You raise an eyebrow to him. 

Wilford huffs, shaking his head, determined to make you see it his way. “Life needs a little madness, so why not try it. Worst that’s gonna happen is that he doesn’t say anything. It’ll be great. Uh, Google agree with me.”

The android looks over at the two of you. “I have already ordered the outfit.” You nearly decked out the robot had it not been for Wilford holding you back. “I do believe that you should try it Y/n. It is very probable that he will like it.” 

Wilford grins, throwing his arm around the shoulders of the robot. “See? He gets it.” You groan, dropping your head into your hands. “You got this darling. We’ll make you look like a star.” You look back up at Wilford and Google. 

“You’re sure this’ll work?” Wilford’s face softens as he walks and kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in his. 

“If this doesn’t work my friend, you can shoot me.” He smiles and you give him, nodding. 

The sheer gravity of what you agreed to didn’t hit until the Christmas party. Everyone was there and once more, any confidence you had, dropped. Wilford stands beside you, trying to give you a pep talk as you pull the trench coat tighter around you, fearing dropping it to show off the outfit that had arrived a week ago. 

“I can’t.” You tell Wilford, shaking as you glance at the room again. You’d caught Dark’s eye when you first walked in and now you’re a mess. Wilford found it slightly amusing as he looks to the dressed-up man who was talking with a glass of what seems to be wine in his hand. “Wil I changed my mind, I can’t.”

Wilford turns back to you. “This is fully up to you Y/n.” His answer surprises you slightly, his voice serious. “If you believe that you can’t do this then go change and come back. I’ll help set you up in some other way. Or, you can go out there and take this on head-on and at least you  tried.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “What will it be?” 

You’re quiet, running by the possibilities of outcomes by doing either one. “Okay.” You say after a moment, looking Wilford in the eyes. “Okay Wil, let’s do this.” He smiles, pushing his hair out of his face. 

“Well then! Let’s get it on!” His serious voice had dropped and he was back to slurring a few of his words in his normal voice. With a pat on your shoulder, Wilford struts out to the party. “Ladies and gentlemen.” Wilford goes on with this classic routine, standing in front of everyone and the tree. “Today, we have a little show by our one and only Y/n!” He gestures to you, making you take in a deep breath before walking to stand next to Wilford. 

A few people had taken seats and your eyes land on Dark for a moment as he sits, one leg crossed over the other. It took forever to talk him into getting a white suit for the holiday but he was wearing it and it had your heart pounding out of your chest. Regardless, you give a wave to the people in the room before letting Wilford continue. 

“The lovely Y/n has spent the past week learning a little dance to wo-show off her skills.” He goes on and on and you give a nervous smile but what gets you is when Dark flashes you an encouraging smile. You can do this. “So yeah! Take it away beautiful.”

The music starts up and Wilford stands in the back, giving you the thumbs up. You let out a shaky breath, feeling the music before you shock the room with singing. 

“I don't want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need.” You almost laugh when the lights change and Google gives you the most human smile he can pull with a thumbs up. You had this. “I don't care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree.” You pull a little spin, feeling the confidence slowly return to you. You drop the coat that was covering your outfit. 

Instantly the room fills with a mix of praises, whistles, and a “you go girl!” from what you had to guess to be Bing. What you didn’t miss was the way that Dark leaned forward in his seat, taking in the sight of you. 

Right away you had to make a bold move, so you did. “I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know.” You do another little spin around, moving just as you had practiced with Wilford, who was pulling a Mean Girls in the back, doing the moves. “Make my wish come true oh. All I want for Christmas is you.” You face the room, locking eyes with Dark, who went red the moment that it clicked in his head. 

The rest of the dance and song was like that. You dancing and anytime you spoke about this “mystery person” you would look at Dark. He seemed to get the message during the first one. But that didn’t stop you as you went through all of it without fail. Come the end and the room was filled with cheers and Wilford took the stage, giving you the chance to sneak away before you kill over from embarrassment. 

You left the room, standing in the hallway and out of sight, your hand over your heart. “That was amazing.” You jump, turning to see Dark, making your face heat up, no doubt a little red. “I didn’t know you. . .felt that way.” He picks his words carefully, hands folded behind him. 

You smile, rubbing your arm. “Yeah, uh for a while.” You look to the ground. Was this really happening? You couldn’t quite tell what was going on anymore. 

“Can I tell you something?” Dark gently lifts your head by the chin till you’re looking in his eyes. “I feel the same way.” Slowly, the two of you lean in till your lips are barely touching. “Are you sure you feel this way about me?” He questions. “I’m dangerous I’ve been told.” 

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love danger.” You pull him so that your lips are touching.