#Dr Peter Andover

[slashingdisneypasta]

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Topic: You move into an apartment in a dodgy neighbourhood.

Characters Included: (Rarin'-to-Fuck) Buck, Dr Peter Andover, Erik Destler, Freddy Krueger, Bonus!Jason Voorhees, Ian Essko, Bonus!Madame Blavatski, Inkubus, Jim Bickerman, Bonus!Reba, Doom Room's MC, Minister Kratski, Stuart Lloyd, Wayne Jackson, Bonus!Norman Tyrus and Bonus!Dale Acton.

Tagging: @ghouletka , @grav3yardgirl , @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @thecourtofgraywaves , @yesthetrashbin and @your-mxnd-is-mxne .

Rarin'-To-Fuck Buck: *Stays right by the window where he can see his car so it doesn't get stolen* "Uh... nice place... " (You: Thank you! I was so jazzed to find it on the market!, it has a dishwasher and everythin- ) "I was kidding Y/N this place is a fucken dump. Lets go- "

Dr Peter Andover: "... no." (You: What. But- ) "We have rooms at the clinic, you can stay there." (You: I cant live at the clinic- ) "Ohhh yes you can."

Erik Destler: "Oh, this is near to the brothel I used to- Ehem. I mean, Y/N this is a very nice, uh... home... you found, here... " || He wants to sweep you away but also he doesn't want you questioning him on that first bit XD So I guess he's just gonna have to stalk you all the time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ With love. For your safety.

Freddy Krueger: "You couldn't find an actual house?? Oh, and wouldja look at that! Guys with guns. *Waiving out the window* Hey fellas- " (You: Newsflash Fred its not the 60's anymore old man and you cant just b u y a h o u s e !! And put your hand down- )

Jason Voorhees: *Nope. No- Jason will not let you stay here XD He takes one look around, picks you up, and leaves.*

Ian Essko: "What filthy-fucking-hell... Oh! Wait wait wait- " (You: Don't you dare take out that black light Ian.) "What? Afraid of what you'll find in this house of horror!??"

Madame Blavatski: "Oh- this is nice. Lovely. I lived in a home just like this in my stripping days in Russia! Very lovely, very good. And you have drug dealers just two doors down, which is convenient. I already visited, they're very nice boys, and I bought you welcome-to-area 'blow'- da? They even gave discount!" *head pats*

Inkubus: *He's very calm, listening to you talk about it and show him all around, until the very end* "Y/N, love, may I ask something of you right now?" (You: Oh- sure? ^^) "Wonderful. Uh, don't be here between eleven and 3 tomorrow." (You: Why?- ) "Mmm, no particular reason... do you think these beams are good and flammable?" || If it is not clear- the man is going to burn your apartment building down so you don't live here, anymore.

Jim Bickerman: *He's been walking around peering out the windows shaking his head. When he finally looks at you waiting for his thoughts, he flashes a big smile.* "We're going gun shopping." (You: Oh no we are NOT- )

Reba: (You: So! ^^ What do you think?) "... well I noticed the police station a block away, I liked that feature."

The Doom Room's MC: "Well its better then my place, at least."

Minister Kratski: *not getting outta the limo*

Stuart Lloyd: "Y/N I saw some hooligans just down the street with switchblades. I don't think this area is safe." (You: Oh don't worry, I have a plan! ^^) "*Genuinely relieved* oh, great. Wh- what is it?" (You: I got these really big ass boots from the charity store- and I'm going to keep them just outside my door so everyone walking by thinks a lumberjack lives here!) "... ... Y/N- "

Wayne Jackson: *He's very quiet. Just wandering in and out of rooms, lookin' around* (You: ... Wayne, is everything okay?) "... preeetty sure I lived here in the 70's. Cant be sure, though." (You: Oh- ) *Pulls an open door away from a wall* "Ah! I did! Heheh, I made that w in bullet holes."

Norman Tyrus: "... no." (You: Norman- ) "Nope." (You: Not another place, Norman- ) "You're moving. You're not staying here." (You: I'm gonna stop showing you my new places.) "How about ya just find a place that doesn't have bullet holes in the front fucken door?" Dale Acton: "OH!!! I know those guys upstairs, I used to buy coke from them a couple years back! Until a deal fell through at least... hey, don't tell 'em you're with me. You'll be fine. We probably shouldn't be seen together, though, so uh... bye babe- "

[the-leech-lord]

🧠Dr Andover from Fear Clinic Stimboard🧠

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[slxsherwriter]

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What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

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Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Who I write for:

Michael Myers (primarily Rob Zombie based)

Corey Cunningham

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Billy Loomis

Rusty Nail

Eric Newlon

Jesse Cromeans

Asa Emory

Stu Macher

Jedidiah Sawyer

Ethan Landry

Mickey Altieri

Tex Sawyer

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Jason Voorhees

Evan MacMillan

Frank Morrison

Caleb Quinn

John Ryder

Leslie Vernon

Ethan Belfrage

Dr. Richard Sommers

Lawrence O'Neill

Lawrence Gordon

Robert Englund characters

Wayne Jackson (A Good Day for It)

Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing)

Dr. Peter Andover (Fear Clinic)

Professor William Wexler (Urban Legend)

Doc Halloran (Behind the Mask)

Dr. Anton Rudolph (Python)

Jim Bickerman (Lake Placid)

Mayor Buckman (2001 Maniacs)

Warden Kane (The Funhouse Massacre)

Inkubus (Inkubus)

Sheriff Richard Berger (Heartstopper)

Scratch Monahan (Windfall)

Detective Gassner (Criminal Minds)

Mr. Meredith (Natty Knocks)

Costas Mandylor characters

Mark Hoffman (Saw)

The Warden (Death Count)

John Shepherd (Bloodthirst)

Agent Cole Bennett (Night of the Sicario)

Cylus Atkinson (The Horde)

Raymond Crowe (Saints & Sinners)

Jim (Blackout)

Chase Harper (Primal Doubt)

Stephan Lang characters

Norman Nordstrom (Don’t Breathe)

The Party Crasher (The Hard Way)

Miles Quartich (Avatar)

Fred Parras (VFW)

Holt Ramsey (A Good Marriage)

John Korver(Gridlocked)

Tony Cobb (Monkey Paw)

Nathaniel Taylor (Terra Nova)

Richard Brake characters

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane (3 From Hell)

Doom-head (31)

Dean Portman (Doom)

Otis Clairborne (RIPD 2)

William Colcott (The Gates)

Mr. Big (Bingo Hell)

Dr. Henry Augustus Wolfgang (The Munsters)

Norman Tyrus (A Good Day For It)

Bill Moseley characters

Otis Driftwood

Luigi Largo (Repo)

Darryl (Old 37)

Logan Burnhardt (Dead Air)

Frank (Fair Game)

Doc (Shed of the Dead)

Zach Garrett (Halloween)

Jake Spooler (The Practice)

Abner Honeywell (Natty Knocks)

Gimple (Minutes to Midnight)

Captain Harris (Welcome to Horrorwood series)

Farmer Sam (Hayride to Hell)

Bruce (Boar)

Jacob Sutter (The Horde)

Peter Van Hooten (The House of the Witchdoctor)

Deputy Henry Depford (Dead Souls)

[tinalbion]

Hey so whenever you have the time, could you do and imagine where you have a fear of sex, so you go see Dr.Andover. When the two of you meet there is a mural attraction. Instead of using the fear simulation, he decided that he would be your treatment.

Oh anon, you are a genius and you know he'd be SO into you asking him to be your treatment? The ego on this man would skyrocket, you can't convince me otherwise. But having such a phobia just takes a lot of careful actions and very open communication. Imagine how SOFT this would be?! Omg, well, I hope you enjoy this~

"Show Me How" ||

Doctor Peter Andover x GN!Reader

Rating: Explicit; gender-neutral sex (kept it as vague as possible since it wasn't stated in the ask, I hope it's okay!), masturbation, doctor x patient 'relationship', consensual sex, guided masturbation

Length: 3k

Dr. Andover had seen very many things come in and out of his office, but never did he see something quite like you as you sat across from him. 

You came in with a case of genophobia, which was normal in most cases, but yours was incredibly elevated and the mere thought of any sexual intimacy had sent you into a spiraling panic. This was ruining any relationships that would blossom, it kept you feeling alone and isolated, and even your friends felt awkward whenever they would ask you to come and hang out when they invited their significant others. You wanted to see if there was a way you could at least lower the intensity of your phobia, you figured there was no way of truly curing you from it, so you heard through word of mouth of an incredibly talented doctor that could cure people of their worst fears. 

You did try many other ways with much trial and error, so you were desperate to find a way to cure yourself from the panic attacks, you at least wanted that.

So your roommate set up an appointment and got you in to see the doctor this week, and here you sat before him, curled into yourself on the plush chair in front of his desk. 

"Hello, I'm Doctor Andover, you must be Y/L/N," he greeted and held out his hand. 

You took it hesitantly and shook it quickly, then retracted your hand almost as quickly as you offered it. You noted how soft his hand felt in yours but immediately shook that thought away. 

"Hi," You replied simply. "I heard you're the best at helping cure people's fears. And I uh, well, mine is kinda heightened."

Doctor Andover chuckled and nodded as he sat back against his chair. "How kind of you to say," his voice replied smoothly. "I will admit, I do have a reputation to uphold, so I'm the ammunition to go to in these extreme situations." He leaned forward and looked at you over the glare of his glasses, giving you a small smile. "Well, it says here," he scammed his eyes over the paperwork you filled out, "that you have genophobia, the fear of sexual intercourse. It's very common in trauma patients, and also confused with erotophobia, which is the fear of any aspect of sex. There's also a common shared phobia of haphephobia, a fear of being touched. So tell me about it so we can make sure it's the right one we're treating."

You sat there uneasily and picked at the skin around your nails while you stared at the smooth surface of his desk. "Well, as a kid I wasn't really one to like hugs or kisses from family members and they found it odd, but they'd always say 'it was rude not to hug your aunt', so I was forced to hug my relatives up until I started fighting back physically. They stopped making me after an incident…

"And that's when…something else happened with a family member… I just don't wanna talk about that right now… but otherwise I was able to hold hands with someone when I was in high school, they asked me out and I wasn't sure which the right answer was, so I said yes. They wanted to take things so quickly, but I asked them to at least ask me when they wanted any affection. That didn't work out so well…" 

Dr. Andover nodded along and kept solid eye contact with you as you spoke, and he kept an open mind when you kept your answers semi brief, he understood the gist of it. "Unfortunately that sounds all too common for your situation, Y/N, but we do have several options for people with your case. How far have you gone with someone you've been in a relationship with? As in, what did you do with them to the point you were okay with?"

You sighed and recalled your past. "I've held hands, been kissed on the cheek, and a few times on the lips, but after a while, I got very uneasy when my ex would force me to kiss them out in public. I haven't had actual sex with any of my exes, they either dumped me for not doing anything with them or I broke it off because they expected it whenever they wanted and I told them no." 

You looked defeated and seemed as if you wanted to cry as you curled your legs closer to your chest. The doctor reread through your file and remained silent for a moment, gauging what exactly he could do here.

The way you looked at him though, he felt as if you trusted him wholly to help you, and he couldn't help but look at you as if you were such a fragile creature. Sure, he'd seen many walks of life in his office, but you were a very pure soul who looked for help and had been denied or let down so many times, he wanted to be the one to help you completely. 

He leaned forward and let out a sigh as he thought, exhausting every idea he could in his mind until you spoke up. 

"Doctor Andover-"

"Please," he interrupted you, "call me Peter."

"Okay, Peter, I know that my case is extreme, but if you can't help me, I'd understand. I just want to be able to enjoy my life to its fullest, you know?"

His eyes stared down at you and he couldn't help but smile. "I know, which is why I'm willing to personally see your case over. This is an escalated situation and you're so young, you deserve to feel everything that's included in that. But you have to trust me, and if you can't continue with our sessions, I want you to be one hundred percent honest with me, okay?"

You nodded and felt that you could absolutely trust him, especially when so many people had recommended him to help with your fears, it would be stupid not to trust him. 

For the next week, he oversaw your treatments and you had gotten into the large tank he had, wondering just how something like this would help you, but you listened and did everything he asked. But as time went on, nothing really helped you and you'd get incredibly anxious whenever you came out of treatment, but you found yourself to be calm around Doctor Andover. He would sit with you for long periods of time in your room, talking about his work or just talking about you and the things you enjoyed in life. 

He definitely wasn't expecting the next sentence to come out of your mouth, though.

He looked shocked as if he couldn't comprehend whatever he was hearing. "I beg your pardon?"

"Look, I know it's sorta drastic and a little weird, but it makes sense, right?" You sat up straight and looked at him expectantly. "How else am I supposed to move forward if nothing else is working?"

"To be clear, you're asking me to, uh, assist you personally in overcoming this fear?"

You nodded matter-of-factly and placed your shaky hand over his. "I haven't felt this comfortable with anyone in a very long time, so maybe you are the answer."

"I'm the treatment for you," he repeated. Then he laughed nervously and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and sat there wordlessly. "I will be quite honest with you, Y/N, I did feel a connection to you when I first met you in my office, but after hearing exactly why you were here, I couldn't exploit that. I've never done this before with a client."

"Hmm, I don't believe that, you're incredibly handsome…" You shifted closer to him on your bed and bit your lip gently, chewing on it as you sat beside him closer than you ever thought possible. "I appreciate that Doctor, I really do. But I've been thinking a lot about this, and if you think this is too extreme, I'd understand."

He turned to look at you and actually took in your features for the first time this close. He wasn't sure how to react around someone of your caliber, but he'd be sure to take things slow and use open communication. 

"Alright, well, I'll tell you before I'm about to do anything, okay? I'll be sure to walk you through it, but for now, you can close your eyes and concentrate on the sound of my voice. Breathe in and out slowly several times, then look at me when you're ready."

You nodded and shifted to look directly at him, the white wisps of hair that hung around his face covered some of his features, but it all soon went black as soon as you closed your eyes. You trusted him and he wouldn't steer you wrong. Then you took several long, deep breaths and opened your eyes again.

Peter had to fight the urge and the uncomfortable strain in his dress pants as he thought about you in so many ways, but he promised you he'd take care of you and that's what he'd do. He smiled and spoke gently. 

"I'm going to grab your hand and hold it, okay? Just simply hold it. If you want me to remove my hand, please tell me." 

You watched as he reached for your hand and placed it in his, his fingers entwined with yours and held them softly. You breathed in and out slowly, convincing yourself that this wasn't the end of the world, he was just holding your hand. Another platonic action that many people did. 

You smiled and nodded at him, urging Peter to continue. He began to stroke your hand with his thumb, taking it slow and easy for you, and his intense eyes were on you, waiting for any indication of discomfort. When you gave none, he upped the stakes and allowed his hand to skate up your arm, letting it rest on your elbow as he urged you to scoot forward. 

"Please tell me if-"

"I will," you breathed, "promise. Just please, keep going."

Doctor Andover pulled you forward until you sat in his lap, and that was one of the biggest steps you've taken so far, and you felt no discomfort while you were here with him. You slipped your legs on either side of him and sat comfortably straddling him, your heartbeat quickened as you felt him beneath you, shifting from how uncomfortable his election was becoming. You could see his breathing hitch whenever you moved against him, you could tell he wanted you badly. 

The sounds that came from him only made you want to continue, and it was incredibly hard to push yourself to do this, but the way Peter allowed you to take control over him like this had really helped you, taking your actions at your own pace was something you never really had the option for. While you watched his face relax as your hand drifted down his chest, your attention was stolen once he made a very guttural growl as your hand barely touched just an inch away from his inner thigh. You could tell the pain he was in when you saw just how tight his pants were, so you placed your hand on his belt buckle.

"Did you want me to take these off? You seem to be in some discomfort," you smiled and tugged at the belt. 

"Yes, oh my god, please," he begged, his breathing picked up once your hands fumbled with the black leather, but he watched intently.

He sprang out from his pants, his underwear already ruined with pre cum seeping through. You weren't sure how to really handle yourself for this, so you looked up to him and bit your lip. "I'm not really sure how to continue, show me?"

God, he was having a hell of a time trying not to pin you down and take you all for himself, your innocence only made him hungrier for it. He hadn't been touched in a long time by someone else and it showed. 

"We-well, you can go about it several ways," he began, "it all depends on you though. Foreplay is uh, important, it helps prep both people for one another. So if you were to either lick your hand or spit in it and then slowly start stroking, it-"

You cut him off by placing your hand on it and stroked him gently just once, and Peter threw his head back, letting out a low moan. You then licked your hand like he explained and experimented again, stroking him once, twice, and he was already bucking his hips upward.

"I'm sorry!" He barked. "It just feels so amazing, you're doing so-so well. Did you want to stop?" He brought his head back to look at you and you shook your head. 

"I think I want to try," you said firmly. "Please let me know if I'm doing it right." You pushed yourself off of him and began to strip, naturally, his eyes were on you and he fought hard against helping you. 

When you were standing bare before him, you felt yourself slowly leaking down the sinside of your thighs, Peter took notice of it immediately and licked his lips as you climbed back on top of him. 

"Can I sit on you?" You asked softly. 

He held out his hands and helped you ease yourself onto his cock, the groan that tore from his throat was almost animalistic as you sunk down slowly onto him, he stretched you out and you took your time to fully push him all the way in until he was buried inside of you. You leaned forward and sighed as your head rested on his shoulder, just easing yourself into this as your hands began to shake a little. 

"Am I doing good?"

"Fuck, Y/N, you're doing so good, ahh, yeah just take it one step at a time. When you're ready, you can rock your hips and go at your own pace."

You did as he told you and slowly, you began to gently rock back and forth against him, and you felt that the way he stretched you out felt better than you expected. Peter's hands sat on either side of your waist and he couldn't help but tighten his grip whenever you pushed yourself fully back onto him. 

You let out a few muffled sounds of your own and moaned his name, which he found incredibly hot. 

"Yeah, I love when you call out my name like that," he purred as he threw his head back. 

"Mhm, I think I like calling it out," you confessed. "Ahh, Peter, please, show me how it's done, fuck-"

At that, he warned that he was going to have you move to where your back was against his chest, then he eased himself back inside of you, his hands on both of your thighs. While he lay back against the mattress, he thrust his hips upward as he held you still, and the feeling of him constantly hitting your spot just right over and over again drove you wild.

"Oh my god, Peter- FUCK!" 

He slowed as he was about to ask you if he should continue, but you bounced your hips against him, causing him to stop mid-sentence.

"Don't stop, please, keep going!"

He continued to thrust upward into you, his hands gripping your chest, your arms, anywhere that he could hold onto you so you wouldn’t slip. He was so close to his end but knew better than to ruin you the first time, so he begged you to slow down so he could reposition you again. When you knew that he was close, you lay back against your mattress and stared up at him, his face was slick with sweat while his hair clung to him, and his breathing was heavy as he took a moment to check on you.

“You’re still okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded and gave him a gentle smile. “Yeah, I feel… I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel that I can trust you.” You reached your hand up and played a bit with his hair. “It’s almost like I didn’t even think that my phobia was real…” Your words trailed off while Peter leaned in close to you, his face shifted from thoughtful to kind.

He stroked the side of your face and smiled before asking once again if you wanted to continue, and once you gave him the go-ahead, he slowly eased himself back inside of you, the feeling of you clenching around him made him shutter. You reached your arms around him and held him to you as he began to build his pace up again, and you could feel yourself getting that odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. Peter warned you again that he was getting close, his voice almost taken from him as he groaned your name over and over again. 

“Y/N, I’m going to– ahh fuck, I’m about to cum,” he growled. 

“Then cum, Peter, please.”

He quickly pulled out from you and wrapped his hand around his cock, the pressure that built up during your session finally released all over your bare chest and stomach, his heavy panting and pathetic groans filling the room. You hadn’t been completely satisfied yet, but you didn’t expect to be, this was only the first time you were able to push this experiment onto him. 

Doctor Andover collapsed beside you on the bed and couldn’t help but lift his head to look at you. “I’m sorry it didn’t go as long as it could have, like I said, it’s–”

You laughed and shook your head. “Are you kidding? This was the first time I’d done anything like this in so long, I don’t expect either of us to know what the hell we were doing. But I want to thank you for indulging my silly treatment idea, it’s definitely shown me it’s possible that I can trust someone.”

He smiled and let out a breathy laugh. “Guess you could say I’ll have to keep providing you this treatment, hmm, Y/N?”

With a large smile, you turned away and stared up at the ceiling, your heart still pounding wildly as you lay there. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

This was going to prove to be a very interesting session.

[chocolatemicenwhiskey]

Crossover (Side Fic): Dinner With the Devil

Series: NBC Hannibal/Fear Clinic (webseries)

Note: I am aware that the FEAR CLINIC movie has stated that Dr. Andover's first name is Peter. I personally go by the webseries specifically, waaay back before the good doctor was given a first name. @tranimation and I have been calling him "Victor Andover" for over a decade now and I'm stubborn and refuse to call him Peter. It just sounds...odd.

Whether grandiose or simple, Hannibal Lecter loved to entertain. Even though this was a three-person dinner party, it was only natural he went all out. Best way to size up his guests, though he wasn't in a murderous mindset tonight.

"I found your lecture on the nature of fear and phobias to be quite interesting," he said, pouring wine. "I'm sorry you didn't get more of the packed house you deserved."

Victor Andover chuckled, nodding in appreciation.

"I'm not surprised. I'm not as well known as others in the same field. Besides, there was some...controversy surrounding my methods," he said, sipping his wine. The pretty blonde woman at his side squeezed his hand affectionately.

"You do have one success," she said. "I never regressed."

Andover waved her off, sighing.

"Of course, that exposè that had been published didn't help. Makes me dislike the internet."

"It was an internet tabloid, Victor, you know that," Elizabeth went on. Hannibal raised an eyebrow as he walked to the kitchen to set out the main course.

"Exposè?" he repeated, returning to the dining and setting down what he had assured his guests to be roast lamb.

"That Tattlecrime website," Andover grumbled. "An anonymous story about the five patients during the start of my....tests."

Lecter nodded, understanding.

"The writer for that propaganda is well known here. Anyone with a hint of scandal to their name has been slandered, Doctor, not just you."

"Oh I'm well aware of who tipped the website off," Victor said, now through his third glass of wine of the evening.

"Victor, you've had enough," Owens said, taking her husband's wine glass from him. "Eat."

"I don't mind," fibbed Lecter, getting the older man a glass of water. "Should you need to vent, well...we're both psychiatrists here."

"Elizabeth, you know as well as I do that Villatoro--"

"Villatoro hasn't been seen in over a year, dear."

Hannibal ate his meal, watching his guests like they were a mildly entertaining television program.

"Villatoro?"

"A former orderly we used to work with. Horrid man," Owens said.

"Shoulda let him burn..." Andover growled.

Hannibal smiled as his guests finally settled into the meal, politely refusing when Owens had asked for the recipe.

"Like a magician never reveals his secrets, nor do I as a chef," he said. "It always brings people back for more."

"I understand," Elizabeth said. "But thank you for having us."

Hannibal nodded, helping her into her coat before shaking Andover's hand.

"I hope we can speak again very soon, Dr. Andover."

"A pleasure, Dr. Lecter."

[buynsellsolar-blog]

HOMER Energy’s 2019 conference will focus on remote microgrid innovations

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HOMER Energy’s 2019 conference will focus on remote microgrid innovations

The 7th annual HOMER International Microgrid Conference will take place in Cambridge, Massachusetts from October 7 to 9. Acknowledging the explosion in popularity of microgrids worldwide, the conference will explore the lessons that can be learned from pioneering microgrids in remote locations, and examine what insights can be applied to new grid-connected projects. In addition to domestic applications, leading microgrid innovators will present case studies from Asia, Africa, the Caribbean and the Arctic, and illustrate the variety that is emerging in the roles that microgrids serve and the ways in which they are valued.

The conference attracts engineers, distributed energy developers, equipment manufacturers, policymakers, planners and government officials from diverse cultural and economic environments. Speakers will discuss combined heat and power projects, solar-plus-storage projects for utility cost control, microgrids for resilience, the ways in which microgrids are remaking Puerto Rico’s electric grid in the wake of Hurricane Maria, the role of microgrids in African economic development, and a variety of other topics covering microgrid regulation, finance and technology.

Keynote speakers include Maxine Ghavy, group senior VP and head of the Grid Edge Solutions Product Group at ABB, who will talk about “The Role of Microgrids at the Grid Edge: Global Best Practices;” John Exel, who leads the Global Facility on Mini-Grids at the World Bank; Dr. Dan Kammen, who chairs the Energy and Resources Group at the University of California, Berkeley; Peter Asmus, director of research at Navigant; and Dr. Peter Lilienthal, CEO of HOMER Energy, to mention a few.

“I believe that as many cities and large corporations consider building out distributed energy projects as microgrids, we have a lot of important lessons to learn from early adopters in harsh arctic environments and off-grid communities in the developing world,” said Dr. Peter Lilienthal, HOMER Energy co-founder and CEO. “As more diverse customers become interested in microgrids, we are seeing new value propositions emerge, such as demand charge reduction and resilience,” he added. “We always try to shed light on a broad range of microgrid projects at our conferences so very different people can learn from each other.”

The conference will feature two special events in addition to the main conference. On Sunday, October 6, there will be a tour of the advanced research microgrid at the Schneider Electric corporate headquarters in Andover, Massachusetts. On Wednesday, October 9, there will be a full day of training on the HOMER software. The HOMER trainings are certified for continuing education credits by the North American Board of Certified Energy Practitioners (NABCEP). The training will cover the fundamentals of designing and modeling off-grid and grid-tied microgrids — solar-plus-storage systems for example — using the HOMER software. Participants will learn how to size hybrid distributed energy systems and identify the most economically optimal designs.

Visit the conference website to learn more and to register.

News item from HOMER Energy

[thepeterssite]

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Michael Weatherly is an American actor, producer and director who was born on 8th July, 1968. Michael is widely recognized for portraying Logan Cale in Dark Angel (2000-2002) and Anthony DiNozzo in NCIS (2003-2016).

Michael was born in New York City to Patricia O’Hara and Michael Manning Weatherly Sr. He grew up in Fairfield Connecticut and completed his schooling from Fairfield Country Day School, and graduation from Brooks School, North Andover, Massachusetts. Later, he enrolled at Boston University, Menlo College and American University, yet, he dropped out to continue acting.

Weatherly debuted his acting career in a minor role of Theo Huxtable’s roommate in The Cosby Show. He later appeared as Cooper Alden in Loving and The City from year 1992 to 1996. In 1996, he played the role of Decker Monroe in Pier 66. In the year 1997, Weatherly made his movie debut in Peter Baldwin’s Meet Wally Sparks as Dean Sparks. The same year, he was seen in two other TV series, Asteroid and Spy Game.

In 1998, Weatherly appeared as Hap in his second movie The Last Day of Disco which was directed by Whit Stillman. He was also seen as Kevin, Captive, Ben Chasen and Roy in three TV series The Advanced Guard, Significant Others and Jesse Respectively. He later was casted as Brendan Rowe in an episode of Charmed titled “When Bad Warlocks Turn Good”, as James Horton in The Crow: Stairway to Heaven’s episode “A Gathering Storm” in year 1999.

Weatherly, subsequently appeared in two different movies, Gun Shy and The Specials where he played the role of Dave Juniper and Verdict, Crusader Industries respectively. The same year he performed in TV series like Cabin by the Lake, Grapevine and Ally McBeal. He also portrayed Logan Cale in Dark Angel for 42 episodes from 2000 to 2002. He was also casted in films, Venus and Mars and Trigger Happy in 2001.

In 2003, Weatherly performed the lead role of NCIS Senior Special Agent Anthony “Tony” DiNizzo in NCIS for season 1 to season 13 until 2016. He had also played the same role in an episode of JAG titled “Ice Queen” and “Meltdown”. He had also played as Robert Wagner in ABC’s TV film, The Mystery of Natalie Wood. Following the year, he was chosen for the role of Tom Lindeman in Charles Matthau’s Her Minor Thing. In 2012, he was seen in Major Crimes and in 2014, he appeared in Whose Line is it Anyway?, Hollywood Game Night and NCIS: New Orleans.

Weatherly made a guest appearance as Senior Special Agent Anthony “Tony” DiNizzo in NCIS: Los Angeles’s episode “Blame it on Rio”. Currently, he is portraying the main role of Dr. Jason Bull in Bull since 2016.

In February 1995, Weatherly married Amelia Heinle, his co-star of Loving/The City. However, the couple divorced in 1997. Later, he got into relationship with Dark Angel’s co-star Jessica Alba, both got engaged in 2001, but ended up in 2003. In 2009, he got married to Dr. Bojana Jankovic, and lives in Los Angeles with his daughter and son.

Michael Weatherly, recently, has total net worth of amount of $28 million USD. All his successful acts in different TV series and movies have helped him to earn this net worth and we hope his net worth will be increasing in coming years.

Must Know Facts about Michael Weatherly

Real Name: Michael Manning Weatherly, Jr. Date of Birth: 8th July, 1968 Profession: Actor, Producer and Director Height: 6′ 2″ Married: Amelia Heinle (m. 1995; div. 1997), Bojana Jankovic (m. 2009) Partner: Jessica Alba (2000-2003) Children: 3 Instagram: 170K Followers in Instagram Twitter: 480K Followers in Twitter Net Worth: $28 Million

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Human research destruction progr.

INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY****

All my paintings and writings now sent to New York Human Research who are distributing to be copied there..

1500 paintings .=.various lab members have different amounts Rebecah Meyer 300  Lauren Fielding every copy etc

ALL have used them including wives, cousins, mistresses etc

Lab members have sold some originals for up to £500 each without frames

Thieves have also sold /Ramsgate, Looe etc to agents and collectors

1000 sketches + 17 sketch books-

50+ writers diaries

10 paintings in Lesmahagow and 10 + diaries etc

Many Essays and stories as well as goods Lesmahagow /using Glasgow Human Research

Distributed amongst students of colleges in Sheffield and others by lab st barths Used ..

Some 60 people writing plays and books from them

Dr Meyer sent three thieves into APPLEYARDS REMOVALS stole some 400 sketches for lab use

Distributed paintings and writings

Tore apart sketch books /operative Fayzal, Bengali – took 60 of them, paid £100

3 to Slovak gypsies/ 9 sketches Tamara, 8, Andover St/2 sketch books April Lesmahagow

Kalum McCann  etc

Upperthorpe -chosen thieves rob whole portfolios and boxes- lab members open doors for them remote-

Years of writing and paintings=including one box with nine books ready for print and back up CD’s

see police notes and more.../minimalised for police

2900 poems, stories

University work etc see police notes about thieves used recently at Upperthorpe this last year

FOLDERS DEPLETED ON LAB COMPUTER—photos taken out as well as texts and other ..

PUBLIC SITES – lab staff take off poems, stories etc from sites I PAY FOR !

LAUREN FIELDING REDBRIDGE, HAS COPIES OF ALL YOUR WORK FILES ETC AT HER HOME..re JOHN FIELDING

The lab staff used my BA work for their children’s exams to gain higher places then to cover had it distributed

Ie Faye Fielding on her ART MA /said it was jewish work, uses my work to write books from

Manager ALLAN of Finchley- art work for son and essays to get to University

All Staff of st barths human research use my BA  and MA work for their children

Also used my BA work for RESEARCHERS EXAMS –

Micheal Frobisher- son of Dr Meyer Edgeware Rd London, girlfriend copies my paintings and sells-used my BA essays

For Researcher Exams

Peter Ponsoby copied work and sold my work- son of DrMeyer EdgewareRd London, in charge ..

ALL Fielding family made an industry of copying my work as their own..even John ‘Planet Earth’ commendation

For my ideas..

All lab staff have sold my paintings..

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Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Types of Kisses. Just a quick something to balance out my personal bullshit posts and actual content ratio 😅

Characters Included: Dr Andover, Erik Destler, Freddy Krueger, Inkubus, Jim Bickerman, Mayor Buckman and Stuart Lloyd. Once again, if you see a pattern... no you don't.

Warnings: Kissing

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Dr Andover:

Cheek kisses that tell you no, he hasn't forgotten about you and you're still on his mind, he's just busy ^^

Erik Destler:

Selfish kisses; All about what he can steal from you before you come to your senses and realise he's just a freak, and leave him. Maybe he tries to be gentle with you but it usually ends up with your neck craned back and your mouth smothered with his and probably his hand around your neck. Possibly a muttering of the word 'stay' in a pleading tone if he gets too carried away with it.

Freddy Krueger:

There's a... loootta tongue involved here. Yeah. Okay so: kisses where he takes full advantage of someone willingly allowing him to kiss them. Like, holding-your-jaw-still, tongue-down-your-throat, take-a-breath-when-you-can kinda kisses.

Inkubus:

The kind of magical supernatural kiss that makes you feel tingly all the way from the tips of your ears to your toes. The kinda kisses that make you feel special and important, like a heroine in a book.

I don't know if this is pure skill, practise, or what- but it sure is not god given talent. Nothing about that man is god given.

Jim Bickerman:

Enthusiastic, handsy kisses where he's excited to have managed to win a hot piece of ass like you and just can't possibly keep his damn hands (/hook) to himself with you.

Mayor Buckman:

Big dramatic cartoon kisses that leave you love-drunk and heart-eyed. This man will take you in front of the whole town and dip you if he gets excited enough.

Stuart Lloyd:

Surprise kisses where he's innerly pumping himself up to actually do it for a few minutes, while you have no idea, then he actually finally does it and you savour it because it doesn't happen all that often ^^

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Robert Englund characters in the 2010's.

Ray Buxley, Bones 2010

Dr Stanley Wheelwright, Chuck 2011

Wayne Anthony Jackson, Good Day For It 2011

Hezekiah Confab, Moleman of Belmont Avenue, 2011

Inkubus, Inkubus 2011

Jim Bickerman, Lake Placid Final Chapter 2012 and Vs Anaconda 2015

Stuart Lloyd, The Last Showing 2014

Dr Peter Andover, Fear Clinic 2014

Bonus: Freddy Krueger in The Goldbergs 2018

You agree. You reblog now.

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Dr Peter Andover, Fear Clinic (2014)

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Dr Peter Andover x Reader || Drabble

Plot: In this issue of 'making Peter take care of his mental health', you decide to enlist a rabbit for some animal therapy. 🐇🐇🐇

Warnings: This is just very fluffy!! Pun totally intended 😄 ^^

"Hey Dr!" You call cheerfully, letting yourself right on into his office and completely ignoring his dead-eyes as he looks up deadpanned from his paperwork and you click the door shut again behind you. Waltzing steadily right up to the desk, you carefully lug a pet carrier with you and heave it gently onto it. "How're you today?"

"Fine... " His voice is full of exhaustion, heavy with melancholy, before his eyes flicker towards the carrier and theirs lift in his tone when he speaks next; though he does not look any better, yet. "What's that?"

Going ahead and unlatching the compartment door, you reach in and give whatever is inside a few sweet pets. "A bunny. Her name's Ghost."

Dr Andover's eyes follow you as you lift Ghost out of the carrier door and into your arms, giving the little rabbit more pets. She's quite fluffy, a beatiful pure white colour like his hair, and quite calm. Sweet and happy in your arms. "And uh, why do you have Ghost with you??"

"She's for you." You tell him bluntly, gesturing at him with your free arm to push his chair back from the desk. "Go on- Put your pen down."

"What- " Dropping the pen, Peter is sits back so confused, mind still thick with terrible thoughts and a mountain of paperwork he has to complete. And- and now there's a rabbit and he-- oh god is it Easter already?? No, surely not-

"Ghost is living with me while her momma, my sister, is outta town- and she is very lovely. Though she's been eating my wicker laundry basket." Making dissappointed tut tut tut noises, you gradually round the desk until Peter's craning his neck back to look skeptical at you. "I just thought she would like to meet you."

"You what- "

Now standing right by the doctor, his hands conveniently set on the arms of his desk chair leaving room on his lap (Now is the monent to strike, you're thinking. Before he understands and kicks you out. Well, tries to), you tilt your head at him. "You don't have any allergies, do you?"

"Uh, no."

You give a peculiar look. "Scared?"

Vaguely, through the bafflement and the dark clouds in his eyes, Dr Fearless looks insulted at that. "Of a rabbit?"

"Didn't think so." Okay great. Ever so carefully you lean down and release the warm little bunny in Dr Andover's lap even as his mouth falls open to protest. "Careful... "

As you straighten up and set your hand on the back of Peter's chair, you watch the bunny rabbit step around in his lap for a few moments and smell at him with her little twitchy whiskery nose with a bemused look on your face- because almost as soon as Ghosts weight settled in his lap, Peter's whole body relaxed and he offered his fingers to Ghost for a curious sniff. "Oh- Hello, there... you're cute, I'll admit... "

A little grin quirks at the corner of your mouth as Peter almost immediately bonds with the little rabbit. A grin slip across his tired, haggard face as Ghost pats up the mans chest, reaching for his face, and yours widens.

For a few minutes you stand there, just making sure that Peter is fully emursed in the 'therapy', stroking Ghosts back with his whole hand and totally focused on the feel, before you step away and quietly just start to tidy up the office a little.

"... very slick, Y/N."

"-Hm?" You look up from the plate of mugs you've gathered and faking confusion. Whatever do you mean, sir?? I'm a simple person just bringing a rabbit into work for show and tell.

He's looking up the tiniest smirk is playing at the corner of his mouth for a moment, looking like he's going to call you out, Ghost still snuggled in his lap- until he just gently shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. "I don't know. Dont worry." He does know- but he looks back down to Ghost with lovely soft eyes and you sigh; continuing to collect dirty dishes strength about the little well-decorated room.

Peter sits with Ghost for a good half an hour before snapping back to his work-mind, and making you leave. He did ask you to bring Ghost back again tomorrow, though, 'if it happens to cross your mind'.

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this may upset some people... but this was his best look:

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Dr. Peter Andover x Reader || Drabble

So actually really liked this movie!! (Not like 2001 Maniacs, which I literally just watch cuz of Buckman, Boone and Harper) and I woke up today and had to write this! ^^ Also I LOVED Gage (A mean, sarcastic middle aged man?? I'm a little predictable haha XD) so I might have to write for him at some point ^^

Plot: As the clinic’s chef, making food for all the staff, live-in patients and visitors, it’s your job to keep them all full and healthy (Though you do slip and maybe give them a little too much comfort food, because the poor babes all need it). Its not easy, everyone has different dietary requirements, different tastes, and some don’t even want to eat they’re so scared…

But even harder then coordinating meals, though, would be taking care of poor exhausted, overworked Peter.

Warnings: Unadulterated fluff XD Can be seen as romantic or platonic ^^

It was late-late when the doctor finally rocked up to the kitchens- far past dinner time. Far past bedtime, in fact. But you knew he would be around at some point, so despite being tired, you had stuck around for him- you would rather make him something then have him crack open a pack of crackers for dinner. Besides, while you’re waiting, you can prepare breakfast for the next morning!

Peter sits down at one of the stools you usually sit at the peel potatoes, now, looking exhausted as ever, and you flick on the kettle immediately. He’s going to need a cuppa.  “Evening, Doc, what brings you to my office?” Your jibe succeeds in drawing a tired glare from him but your face is soft and warm, as you go into the pantry. “I’ll whip you up some mac and cheese, how’s that? You just sit there and rest up.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

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As soon as you set the bowl down in front of him, its like something clicks in his brain- and it’s not hunger. A disapproving frown slips across your face because you know this look on him- and you’re not having it. No, no sir. “Uh, sorry, I just realised something… I- I need to return to my research. Thank you for dinner, but- “

“No.” Shaking your head, you sit down a seat away from him and sternly offer the spoon to him. “Eat now, then finish your work. You didn’t even come for lunch today, so I know you haven’t eaten for hours- you’re not leaving this room until this whole bowl is empty, yes?”

He looks deeply offended at your blunt bossiness - you don’t know why, this isn’t a new thing, - and opens his mouth to argue, pointedly avoiding the spoon. “No. Excuse me, my work is very important and if I don’t return to it those kids could be scarred for their whole lives, Y/N.”

“I know that,” You say softly, carefully. Because he’s right, of course he is, but so are you. “And only you can do it- which means we need you to stay alive, and part of that is a healthy diet here.”

Peter’s eyes flicker to the bowl of cheese in front of him before giving you a dubious sort of look. Like, seriously? “Healthy, you say?”

With a dismissive shrug, you gesture towards him with the spoon again. “I put broccoli in it, you’re getting veggies. They’re just gonna taste like cheese, though- because I’m a master in the culinary arts, sir.” You wink. “That’s why you hired me.”

Finally he gives a sigh and an eyeroll, and takes the spoon. “Fine, but may I have a notepad and pen, so I can write down what I need to do??”

“Nope,” You shake your head, resting your arms on the bench. “You’re gonna make conversation with me. Its good for you to socialise, and I promise- I’m a sparkling conversationalist. I may not get all your mega-brain science-y stuff, but my head-nodding abilities are superb.” And, also, you are just determined to get him to settle for a while. No work talking, no work thinking, no work full stop. For an hour, at least! You would be happy with an hour- more, would be fantastic, but you’re working on realistic goal setting here.

… When Peter just groans and starts his dinner, you smile. Hurray! No argument!

Only after he’s had a few bites, you pat his arm quickly and settle yourself facing him; At attention. “So, tell me- “Spoon halfway to his face, he stops; Raising his brows at you. You flash a grin, back. “What’s your favourite colour?” At this he full-on deadpans, making you elicit a little laugh. “Come on, now, I’m not teasing you here- I don’t know it!” And it wouldn’t hurt him to think about shit that doesn’t matter, a little.

“Black.”

Oh, bullshit. “It is not- and that’s not a colour.” He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, pink.” A warm smile spreads across your face, at that, and you nod while you let him eat some more.

“Alright cool, pink.” Picking up your tea, you go to take a sip before stopping short and glancing at Peter over the mug. “Like- innards, and stuff?”

That startles him, in fact you think that if he were drinking something at that moment then he would have choked. “No, not- “Setting the arm with the spoon down on the bench, he sets you with a stern look. “Like a softer pink then that. Like… a powder pink, actually.” He shrugs, returning to his mac and cheese.

“Hm, that is a nice colour.” You think out loud.

“What’s yours?” Peter asks, and you’re pleasantly surprised by him- he’s engaging!! You’re succeeding!

“Mine? Oh I guess… (Colour you like).”

“That’s a nice one, too.”

For a couple of minutes after that you stay silent, allowing him to eat more before you get up and uncover the bowl you have filled with setting dough on the other side of the bench. It should be ready, now. There are also 4 large pans ready to go in the oven when they’re filled, and a clean space next to all that. Humming, you chuck the t-towel you had covering the dough off to another bench and smile- looks perfect!

“Oh, what’s that?” Peter speaks up, and when you look up at him you see that he’s genuinely interested, straightened up to try and deduct what it is, or what it will be, for himself. You flash a smile, showing the inside of the bowl.

“I’m making cinnamon rolls for tomorrow! Figured everyone deserved a treat- “

“You think we always deserve a ‘treat’,” He rolls his eyes once again at you, but he’s grinning now.

“Hey,” You reply, sternly even so, a firm finger up in between you both and a grin across your lips as well. “You do.”

“Ha.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he turns away from you again as you turn to the sink, yourself. Okay, his self-image is the next thing you have to work on, you decide. For now though you’ll continue to work on him resting.

After washing your hands for a good 30 seconds, an idea occurs to you. And, taking a peak over your shoulder at the contents of his bowl, and seeing that it’s just about empty- only morsels remaining, you decide to go ahead with it. “Hey- why don’t you help me, Doc?”

“Wh- what?” Clearly he was already thinking about work again, returning to the drill in his mind, but you’re not having that - it’s only been 20 minutes! - as he looks to you a little startled. “You want me to what?”

“Help me! Its not that hard- c’mon, roll up your sleeves, wash your hands, and stand here.” You point to the spot next to you by the wide bench, and stand there patiently- showing that you’ll wait.

Hesitantly, he looks slowly from his bowl to you. “Should I clean my bowl first?... “

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it later.”

“Okay… “

Surprisingly he does as he’s told without complaint this time around, before joining you at the bench. Humming, you reach up and flick a shock of white hair off his forehead. “Now usually I’d insist you put on a hairnet, but I think we can make an exception this once.”

Giving another rare grin - that’s 2 in the last hour, and you’re finding that your worn-out boss is actually quite handsome when he does that. Well, he was always handsome, you’re not blind, but considering that that he doesn’t do it often, he’s got a very nice smile, - he shakes his head. “Thank god.”

The joking tone in his voice causes what feels like a blip to occur in your heartbeat, and you give a little laugh as you turn to the task at hand. “Okay, so what you’re going to do is get yourself a good clump of dough… like this… “You show him the right amount, and hand it to him before collecting yourself a clump. “Now we’re gonna roll it out into a long strip- like this!”

After demonstrating the action with the rolling pin, you hand the utensil to him and go in search of another to use yourself while he copies your actions with the dough. When you return you find yourself realising how close the two of you are standing, after all you can feel his body heat, but shake your head at yourself. “Alright, done, what next? I suppose there’s a paste we have to use?... Ah.” He nods, seeing the bowl that you also retrieved from the fridge while you were grabbing another rolling pin.

“Ta~ Da~!” You sigh, peeling away the glad wrap to reveal the cinnamon paste.

“I see. Very good.”

“Of course.” Handing Peter a brush for himself and dipping your own into the cinnamon paste, you then paint your strip with a good amount of the stuff- nice and generous, so whoever gets this roll will be quite pleased in the morning at breakfast. He does the same thing, focusing a little unnecessarily on how neat it looks, but you know- whatever makes him happy. A little tidiness is not going to hurt- so, whatever! “Just like that! Then we roll them up so they look right, and set them in the pan…. There! All done. Only… 18 more of those.” You say, gesturing to the rest of the pan with one hand on your hip after you both finish. “For this pan.” You add also, gesturing then to the others.

Peter blows air out of his cheeks and widens his eyes dramatically at the job, before reaching to get another handful of dough. “Well then we better get on with it.”

It takes you both a little over half an hour to get them all done, all the while you chatter to him about whatever comes to mind that’s not work related - other pastries he might like, your family back home, movies you’ve watched recently and recommendations for him, books he reads just for pleasure, etc, - and he really gets into it! He even laughs, and it fills you with so much happiness you beam at him.

Then when all the cinnamon rolls and pasted an rolled up and set in the oven, he asks if theirs anything else he can help with and you shake your head, brushing flour off your apron. “Nope, its bed time for you.”

“… excuse you?” He asks you slowly, and you can’t help but wonder how long it will be until he realises that you’re always right?? Goodness gracious. “I’m a grown man, I can decide when it’s time for bed for myself I think- “

“No, you can’t.” You shake your head- the idea quite amusing to you. “But that’s why you have me- now, do I have to march you there myself?”

Giving a heavy sigh, he turns and heads towards the door. “No… you do not… “

“That’s a good doctor- oh.” You tease, unable to stop yourself quite in time. He stops himself though, hearing it, and looks around to see you biting your lips to try and keep from grinning. “… Sorry…”  

A flicker of a grin flits across his face then- not quite another smile, but something mischievous, something almost wicked, for sure. “You just wait until your next appointment my dear, then you’ll see what a ‘good doctor’ I can be.”

At this your jaw drops, a slight grin pulling at the corner of your mouth at the same time. “Sir!”

“Yes?”

“Are you teasing me??”

He gives a shrug, making those eyes round and innocent. “I’ve no clue what you’re referring to Y/N, I merely said that the next time you need me I’ll be sure to attend to your needs to the best of my professional ability. I would never tease… “

“Uhuh… “You shake your head fondly. “Go to bed, doc. You’re going loopy.”

“Yes, dear.”

~ The next morning Dr Andover is actually at breakfast with everyone else, rather then stopping by a little later for a pop tart or a piece of toast. Some people are surprised and some are pleased to see him there.

When you bring out breakfast with the finagled help of Bauer and Gage, you’re surprised too to see him there- and pleased. You flash him a grin, a wink and a thumbs up like good job sir, I see you there trying.

“Ooh, pink,” Sarah smiles, picking a strip of delicious cinnamon roll off of her plate and noting the powder pink coloured glaze on top to the Doctor beside her. “Wonder why Y/N coloured them? It’s not Valentine’s day, or anything.”

“Oh, uh,” Andover grins at the roll he probably made, glazed his favourite colour by Y/N- causing Sarah to just about choke. Was that a smile??? She’s happy he’s happy, but- what in the world!??? “I’m not sure. Bit of a random choice, I agree.” He says, deciding not to explain - he himself doesn’t even really know why you did this, not that he’s complaining about the lovely gesture, - as he starts his breakfast.

“Hm… “Sarah hums, left watching the doctor in dubiousness, a half-amused grin on her face. “Yeah… “  

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Masterlist: Dr Andover

🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested

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Drabble: Dr Andover x Reader- Relax.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- Types of Kisses.

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I know this has been asked before by other blogs but I wanna add more characters! So-

I know there are more but I feel like these are the most popular?? 😅 I'm sure one slipped my mind though 😅 If your favourite is not here, popular or unpopular, be free to comment or reblog with them!!