#tyler is a lit major

[johnbrand]

BACS

With @mrrharper

“Hopkins,” the coach said curtly to the buff guard at the gate. The security officer barely seemed to register him as a person, rather just an item on his list to check off. Once he was allowed to proceed, Coach Hopkins entered into the corridor and proceeded to the farthest room. Quite frankly, the coach embodied everything a man should be at his age: big, strong, rich. Running one of the country’s top collegiate teams meant he was often provided with ample checks. But an investor had been hinting that the meeting he was about to attend would only raise his profits higher. And now standing before the other guests, Coach Hopkins believed this investor was not mistaken.

Feeling mighty pleased with himself, and honestly a bit haughty, the coach scanned the room, taking in all the other broad, strapping men. There was Coach Larson from one of the major east coast schools, Coach McNamara from the private military academy that swept the competition every year. Coach Hopkins recognized another prominent coach from California, but could not place his name. There were a few more men in the room, engaging in casual conversation about work, but the atmosphere in the space was mildly tense. Instead of acquainting himself with others, Coach Hopkins took a seat and remained there until the presentation began. 

“Gentleman,” the host began. The suit that covered his large frame appeared painted on, tight against his skin. A former collegiate athlete who had stayed in shape; Coach Hopkins could not help but take a moment to respect the work. “Invited amongst you today are some of your finest colleagues in the field. Hopefully you all know why you are here, so we will skip past the pleasantries and get right to the presentation.”

Behind the host, the wall suddenly began to glow. A soft light filtered upon it before focusing on colors and images. Eventually, the display became clear, showcasing live camera footage inside an empty male restroom.

“We believed the best way to explain our product was to show how it works,” the host started slyly. Coach Hopkins watched as the door to the restroom opened, revealing a young college-aged male. By his medium build and uniform, the coach assumed he could have been in lacrosse, baseball, or even a non-tackling football player. His third guess was correct.

“Before us is Dawson Welch, a decent transfer from an undisclosed Division III school. Originally holding potential, he has not yet conformed to our nationwide protocol, otherwise known as BACS for short.”

The four words were then flashed in red at the bottom of the screen. A silly acronym, but one that worked nonetheless.

Beefy          Aggressive          Cocky          Straight

“Our case study is about to demonstrate the results of our program,” the host smiled.

There were a few murmurs from the other men. The California coach even shifted a bit, slightly uncomfortable at what he was about to witness. Coach Hopkins remained silent, observing the subject. By his size and careful actions, he could already identify that three of the required four set standards were missing.

“Tyler?” Dawson called out into the room. “Baby, it’s alright, I’m here now.” The coach nodded with confirmation for the fourth characteristic. Grabbing his phone, the host then sent a simple text message. Thanks to the live camera, the men could all watch as the subject’s own device buzzed. Timidly opening it, Dawson checked his phone.

“Ok Tyler, I am going to open the link you sent me,” Dawson called out, unaware the link was not actually sent from his romantic interest. As if already suspecting the lurking danger behind the text, the subject slowly tapped the link and let it proceed forward. The room lit up in a flash, even blinding the live camera temporarily. The audio did not shut off, but the stream went quiet. Moments later, the men were reoriented back into the restroom.

Murmurs flew around the space once more. A few of their faces displayed shock at the screen presented before them. Coach Hopkins held stoic, but his eyes bore straight on. The scene before him was almost entirely the same. Nothing had changed, except for the subject.

“Gone are the days of your players attending frivolous seminars and engaging in anti-anything protests. Thanks to our technology, we can now guarantee your boys will be real, undeniably American men.” 

Where once stood the rather average athletic young male was now a bulky creature. He was taller, brawnier, and brutish. His uniform had been replaced with a tight, all-black outfit to better display his offerings. The sleeveless tank outlined massive pecs, broad shoulders, a thick core, and made his cannon-like arms bulge out of his sides like an oversized action figure. The running shorts appeared more like briefs, searing into the monstrous thighs that led down to steel calves and feet so large they could not be accommodated at most shoe outlets. Speaking of briefs, Coach Hopkins noted the subject was no longer wearing any; a thick python and a low-hanging set were peeking out of one of the leg holes. 

By the gigantic size, the host could easily confirm his product met the first criteria. And by the backwards cap, arrogant grin, and constant man-handling, the men in the room were all able to confirm the second and third on their own. They had been around these types long enough to know the signs.

“What was I doing anyway, bro?” Dawson asked himself in a voice deeper and duller than his previous offerings. After scratching at his thick pubes and giving it a sniff, an idea suddenly sprung into the subject’s head. Coach Hopkins could sense the process of thinking was a more difficult procedure now then it had been before. “Right, I was gonna see if that chick from last night still wanted to get laid tonight. What was her name, Jenna? Brianna? Maybe she’d be a good lil girl and bag me a threesome? God, that’s so hot…”

The stream cut off shortly after, but not before the subject’s continual groping started to awaken his massive dong. The last image was frozen onto the screen, with Dawson preparing the classic flexed picture his predatory nature utilized to ensnare victims.

“So what do you say, gentlemen,” the host sneered. “Would anyone like to try our trial package?”

[hellfire-state-of-mind]

it’s hell on earth to be heavenly

pairing: security guard!Frankie x band leader!fem!reader

rating: E for Explicit

word count: 5.2k

warnings: 18+ content, reader has no physical description besides female anatomy and clothing, Frankie is able to lift reader, aggressive music festival crowds, mental health scare, Frankie is our pussy eating king, unprotected piv sex, creampie

a/n: my contribution to the Summer Lovin' challenge hosted by @pedgito, @chaotic-mystery, and @amanitacowboy!! i'm so excited to share this one, the story came to me immediately when i got the moodboard. i'm a huge concert girlie so i may have nerded out just a bit 😅 anyway, happy Frankie Friday, enjoy some filth 😘

You knew your lives were about to change the moment the festival was confirmed. You just weren’t prepared for how much.

The band had solidified by the end of your first year of college. You met Madison, the bassist, in your orientation group the week before classes began. She learned how to play in high school out of spite when an ex-boyfriend made a comment about how “girl bassists aren’t real” – her major was in English Lit. Tyler, the rhythm guitarist, was your biology lab partner in the second semester. He was a couple years older, already in his third year and still undecided on his major but like any other former teenage wannabe-fuckboi, he only learned how to play guitar as a party trick to pick up girls. Over Spring Break, he threw a party at the apartment he shared with his sister, Kate, who’d decided not to take the college route despite being the same age as you and Madison. You learned that she was on the drumline in her high school’s marching band, so you didn’t hesitate to snatch her up and round out the group as your drummer.

You had a bit more classical background. Your mom had put you in piano lessons almost as soon as you were tall enough to reach the keys. She tacked on voice lessons when you were in middle school. By the time you were 12, you had your heart set on being a composer and performing at concert halls around the country. Your uncle was the one to teach you how to play guitar; he had a side gig at a local sports bar playing crowd-requested covers and pulled some strings to book the restaurant for your 16th birthday. You were mesmerized by the way everyone would join in and sing along, would-be strangers bound by nothing but an invisible string of words and chords. You ached to know that feeling and suddenly your path was even clearer than before.

The four of you hadn’t intended to form a band. Your bond as friends came first, the music just came from goofing off at a frat party and earning some cheers from drunk bystanders. From there, you did campus events and open-mic nights at dive bars, all just for fun and a little extra pocket money. You even played a wedding for your roommate’s cousin. Your first original song was a by-product of a final poetry assignment for one of Madison’s classes. The four of you recorded yourselves, put it up on YouTube, and it went viral within 24 hours. So you spent that summer just writing music. Pooling together your money allowed you to rent out the campus music department’s recording studio and your first EP was born.

That’s also where you met Frankie.

He had just taken a job as overnight campus security, and it was his first graveyard shift. It had been expectedly uneventful, sweeping through each building and making sure they were empty. Until one wasn’t as empty as it was supposed to be.

He saw the light at the end of the hallway and his Army training kicked in. Soft, slow steps carried him to the occupied practice room. There you sat at the piano, plunking out experimental chords and scratching out notations on the sheet music in front of you. You were so focused that you didn’t even hear the very audible creak of the door as Frankie pushed his way in. He waited a moment for you to respond, assuming he had just caught you mid-thought but when you still didn’t acknowledge his presence, he cleared his throat a bit more aggressively than he intended. “Excuse me.”

You jumped and swiveled around the bench. Your eyes were wide and tinged red with fatigue. You’d been there for hours, insistent on getting the song right.

“Miss, this building is closed.”

You blinked, digesting his words. “Right. Sorry, um,” you squeezed your eyes shut and inhaled at the sting of their dryness, “what time is it?”

“Nearly 1am.” Frankie softened, sure you weren’t any threat, but still maintained his authoritative stance. “You’re not supposed to be here. Could I see some ID?”

After digging through your bag and showing him your driver’s license and student badge, the situation cleared itself up pretty quickly. You’d explained what you were doing there and even showed him the official email from the department head giving your band permission to access the building over the summer. This sparked Frankie’s interest and the two of you probably would’ve spent hours talking if it hadn’t already been so late.

Despite your band’s clear potential, you all agreed to finish out your degrees before pursuing the industry for real. While you were afraid of missing your opportunity, having achieved such a bright spotlight so early on, a part of you was grateful. For time. For structure. For Frankie.

The two of you grew close over those last three years of your undergrad. You exchanged numbers with the veiled excuse of being able to contact him if you needed to get in or out of a building late at night. This eventually became if you needed him for anything. And one night at the end of senior year, you needed him bad.

The university had a tradition of throwing an exclusive off-campus party for the seniors the night after final grades were due. Being the only two band members in school, it was just you and Madison. Classic story, she was invited out afterwards by a bunch of other English majors, leaving you with no ride. So you called Frankie, and he pulled up in the parking lot within minutes. Fueled by the sadness of leaving him behind post-graduation and a little bit of alcohol, you seized your moment as soon as he parked behind your dorm building. The two of you showed just how badly you were going to miss each other in the back of his pickup.

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You’re pulled from your memories by the hotel room door opening. Madison and Kate come spilling in, all dressed for the festival. Kate bangs on the adjoining room door, signaling Tyler to come over, and flops onto the bed opposite from Madison. You do one last look over your hair and makeup and emerge from the bathroom to get dressed.

Madison ooh’s in admiration while Kate whistles. “Okay, baddie.”

You roll your eyes and start to strip. Your concert outfit is laid out across the armchair by the window. “Do you guys wanna go over the set one last time?”

“Yeah, as soon as Tyler gets his ass over here!” Kate raises her voice to be heard in the room next door.

“Is everyone decent?” Tyler’s muffled voice comes from behind the door just as you finish buttoning your jeans.

“Yeah,” you yell back and bunch up your top, pulling it over your head as the door opens. You adjust the hem of the cropped tank and sit on the armrest, and the final band meeting is in session.

Right on time 20 minutes later, there’s another knock on the door. Being the closest, Madison hops up to open it and returns with Frankie in tow. “Y’all ready?”

The four of you share nervous and excited glances and you turn to him. “Fuck yeah.”

You and Frankie had kept in close contact after the band moved to LA in pursuit of a record label. He became your security detail shortly after your first tour as an opening act two years ago, fitting into the position perfectly with his military background. You’ve never run into any real issues, still being a relatively obscure group, but you were certainly on the rise.

This music festival was proof. The first single from your second album had just dropped when you got the call: opening the third largest stage on the first day of the event. You were billed third on the promotional fliers. For a band so comparatively unknown, this opportunity would either make or break you.

Frankie drops you off backstage for soundcheck exactly on time. You’re all immediately swarmed by operators and technicians and Frankie disappears off to the sidelines. He listens intently as you all tune your instruments and warm up your fingers and voices. He even catches himself humming along as you play bits and pieces of your setlist to confirm everything is in order.

Frankie’s attention is yanked away by the growing sound of the crowd in front of the stage. The four of you catch on to it as well, Madison and Tyler giddy with excitement and Kate twirling her drumsticks to ground herself. Frankie watches as you fiddle with your hair for the hundredth time, tapping your guitar pick against your thigh. Squeezed perfectly into those jeans you know he loves. Cupping the roundness of your ass just right. The hem of your tank top ends just high enough to give a peek at your midsection that he knows will be on full display once you settle into yourself and start jumping around the stage.

He doesn’t realize he’s staring until you’re right in front of him. You laugh when he still gets flustered at being caught, despite being a confirmed couple ever since he joined your team. You hook your fingers into his belt loops and tug him closer, careful to maneuver around the instrument strung across your front.

Frankie tucks a stray hair behind your ear, brushing your cheek with his knuckle as he does. “You ready, rockstar?”

You take a deep breath and nod. “As I’ll ever be.”

On cue, a voice crackles in your in-ear monitor calling everyone to places. Frankie cups your face, pulling you in for a confident kiss. You flash him a wink as you pull away and line up to climb the stage.

Frankie finds a vantage point off to the side of the crowd, their cries echoing across the fairgrounds as you strike the first chords. He knows your pattern: you’ll linger behind the mic stand for the first song and a half or so, only venturing out to interact with Madison and Tyler during the instrumental breaks. Finally, you’ll walk out to the edge of the stage, playing directly to the fans but just out of their reach. By the third song, you’ve got the microphone in your hand and you’re frolicking around the stage unburdened.

He holds his breath as you approach one particular guitar solo that challenges your playing ability, then cheers along as you nail it with a dazzling smile, the crowd going wild at your fingertips.

The air is hazy with smoke as your set comes to a close, both from the festivalgoers and the machines blowing onto the stage. Tyler, Madison, and Kate play an extended outro of your last song as you address the crowd, thanking them for watching and introducing the band one last time before ending with a final flourish of chords and drumrolls. Frankie makes his way backstage once more as you take your bows, picking up your setlists taped to the stage and tossing them into the crowd as souvenirs. He watches the other three descend the stairs as you blow one last kiss to the fans and follow behind. The area springs to life as the workers hustle to prepare for the next band. Once unburdened from your instruments and in-ear monitors, the four of you flock to Frankie, as practiced. You surge ahead slightly faster than the others to fling your arms around his neck and plant an ecstatic kiss on his cheek, right in the bare patch of his beard, breathing him in as you ride your high from performing. Frankie sets you down and shares a smile and laugh before switching back to business and the five of you come up with a gameplan for the rest of the day.

Everything goes smoothly right up until the end. You all stick together for the most part, migrating to different stages together but not too worried about being attached at the hip. Unlike you and Frankie. You know he prefers to linger behind where he can see everyone and you have no problem staying with him. Every once in a while, people will recognize you and get a group photo.

Frankie should’ve never let you go off alone. He got complacent. Sloppy. Even though you weren’t entirely alone, Kate and Madison accompanying you to the bar booth, Frankie can’t help but feel like he failed you.

He thought he had you in view enough. He and Tyler were talking but it shouldn’t have been enough to pull his attention completely. It’s only when Kate’s yell breaks through the back of the crowd in front of them that they realize the situation. The two of them launch forward, Tyler throwing his arm around his sister and Frankie shouldering through the mass of people, his deep voice and broad stature parting the way.

He finds you towards the center. The three of you had been on the way back with your drinks when a group of overly excited and intoxicated fans crowded you. Their volume attracted the attention of other attendees around and pulled them in, everyone suddenly scrambling for pictures and autographs. Being the lead guitarist and vocalist, you were slammed with the brunt of the energy, Madison losing her grip on your arm and Kate being pushed out to the back entirely, where she managed to call Tyler and Frankie.

When he finally reaches you, Frankie doesn’t hesitate to throw his arm around you and secure you against his body, shielding you from any more prying fingers. He quickly scans and spots Madison not far off, veering to her rescue as well. He tucks her under his other arm and rushes back towards Tyler and Kate. Frankie passes Madison off to them as he feels you slipping from his grasp and fully lifts you into his arms, ensuring no one can take you from him. You just bury your face in his neck, gripping his black t-shirt for dear life, and let him carry you away.

Festival security arrives as your group emerges from the crowd and escorts all of you to the security tent. You detach from Frankie briefly so that the on-site medic can check for injuries, but you resume your position in his lap as soon as you’re given the all-clear.

The drive back to the hotel is a blur. You know Tyler takes over as driver so that Frankie can sit with you. He holds your hand the entire way up to your rooms and only lets go to unlock the door to yours. Kate, Madison, and Tyler collectively decide to hide out in the adjoining room to give you time to recover.

You feel yourself coming down from the adrenaline, the chaos starting to settle in your mind. You go through the motions of your post-show ritual. Take your clothes off. Gather your pajamas. Pull your hair back. Take your makeup off. Shower. Bedtime.

Frankie monitors from the corner by the door, watching with a tightly creased brow that he’s definitely going to get a headache from later. You don’t acknowledge him as you move around the room on autopilot. He does his best to stay out of sight of the bathroom mirror as you scrub your makeup off with a wipe.

You open your eyes as Frankie slips back around the corner, caught in the reflection. “I can still see you, you know?” you mutter. You toss the makeup wipe in the trash and splash some water on your face.

You hear him sigh as he gingerly steps back into view, staying half hidden by the edge of the mirror. His eyes are full of guilt and concern, and you feel bad for snapping at him. “I know.” He leans against the wall, face angled down and away from you as he takes off his trademark cap, runs his fingers through his curls, and replaces the cap on his head. “I don’t mean to hover, I know you need your space. I just…” He pauses to take a shaky breath. “What happened was really scary. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You massage your face wash into your skin as you listen, letting it set for a minute before rinsing it off. “I’m fine. Promise.”

It all happens so fast. You hear the girls gasp, not unlike others had throughout the day. You’re more than happy to interact with them, just grateful to even be at the festival and be recognized by fans in the first place. Their squeals grate your ears as more people gather around. You’re suddenly blinded by a phone flashlight being shoved in your face and Madison’s hand leaves your elbow, her fingernails scratching slightly as she tries to hold on. You can hear her calling your name and Kate’s as the three of you are separated by pressing bodies. The roar is suffocating as you’re bombarded with phones and pens and papers and hands everywhere, screams everywhere, you can’t see, you can’t hear, you can't –

“Hey.” Frankie’s voice snaps you back into your body as you stare back at your reflection, tight and sticky as your face wash dries. You sniffle, shaking your head a little to loosen the memory’s grip, and bend down into the sink to rinse your face.

“I gotta shower, Frankie.” You turn and twist the knob in the shower, holding a hand under the spray until it reaches your preferred temperature. When you move to close the door and undress, Frankie is still there watching. Not just watching – observing. Taking in every minute detail and analyzing to determine the best approach. You start to slowly push the door closed, never breaking eye contact with your boyfriend. Just before the wood makes contact with his foot in the doorway, Frankie nods.

“Call if you need anything.” He disappears around the corner, and you hear his tired grunt as he sits in the armchair.

You try not to think. Try to focus on the steps. Shampoo. Lather. Rinse. Conditioner. Rinse. Feel the scratch of the washcloth on your skin. The burn of the hot water as it washes away any evidence of the madness.

But then it’s too hot, like the air as they all crushed you. It’s too scratchy, like their fingernails as they all tried to tear away pieces of you to keep as souvenirs. You’re blinded by soap in your eyes and you see spots that look too much like the endless sea of faces. You can’t see, you can’t breathe, and all you want is Frankie. Frankie can help. Frankie will save you.

Strong arms wrap around you and you snap, pushing and screaming and clawing to get away. You’re lifted out of the shower and collapse onto the cold tile, a familiar body under you.

“Alright, baby, I got you. It’s okay, just let it out.”

You let out a final cry of defeat and go limp in Frankie’s arms, letting him fill your senses. His smell, dirt and sweat and smoke with a hint of his cologne still underneath. His lips in your hair, the scratch of his beard against your temple. His chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he holds you in his lap, a warm hand encompassing your thigh and the other tracing feather-light circles on your bicep.

“How did you know?” you manage to choke out in between gasps, fighting to fill your lungs.

“You called me.”

“I did?”

Frankie just nods and sits with you in silence, the static of the running water underscoring the stillness. He doesn’t care that his clothes are now soaked from plucking you straight from the shower. He didn’t think when he heard your choking, he just acted. Like he should’ve done before.

You’re starting to regain control over your breathing when you feel Frankie’s chest stutter. You look up to see his eyes closed, silent tears streaking his face.

“Hey,” you whisper, reaching up to swipe them away. “I’m okay, Frankie. I’m okay now. You’re here-”

“But I wasn’t then.” He fights to keep his voice level as his heart threatens to force its way up his throat. “I was supposed to protect you and I didn’t- I-I couldn’t-”

You trace his lips with your fingertips, interrupting his words as you calm him with a hush. “This was not your fault, Frankie. It all just happened so fast, it could’ve happened to anyone.”

“But it didn’t happen to anyone. It happened to you.” Frankie’s voice has an edge to it now. Angry. “I failed you.”

You twist in his arms, moving to straddle his thighs. Cupping his jaw with both hands, forcing him to look at you, “You have never failed me.” Then, you press your lips to his and it feels like your first breath of fresh air through the smoke.

Frankie reacts immediately. His lips move against yours, hungry, as his hands pull you closer. He needs to know you’re there in his arms and no one will ever rip you away from him.

A shiver runs down your spine and you’re not sure if it’s the contrast of his heat and the cold bathroom floor, or the way his tongue expertly works its way into your mouth, exploring and claiming. You grind down against his hardening length and he detaches your lips, arms tightening to support you.

Frankie shifts and rises from the floor, never once letting you out of his grip as he moves into the bedroom. He groans as you nip at his neck, crawling up the bed with you clinging to his front.

You feel the cool sheets press against your damp bare back and you gasp. Frankie immediately flips the two of you over so you’re on top. His eyes are wild, scanning your face for any hint of distress. You nod, letting him know you’re okay, and slowly slip his cap off his head, dropping it to the floor and clutching fistfuls of his curls with both hands. Frankie moans in relief and turns his head to pepper your inner forearm with kisses.

His mouth works up your arm to your shoulder, across your collarbone. He pauses to nip at your pulse point and fill his lungs with your fresh scent and you rake your nails down his neck to his chest, then his belly. You tug his t-shirt up, forcing him to break contact to pull it over his head.

As soon as it’s off, Frankie scoots forward slightly down the bed and lays back, his curls splayed out on the pillow as he shifts into position. Once settled, he cups the backs of your thighs, nudging you forward. He turns his head to nip at your soft skin as you nestle your knees on the pillow, caging his head between them.

He gazes up at you, a haze growing in his eyes. Stroking your leg with one hand, he traces his fingers up the other before reaching your dripping center. He cups your core in his palm, heat surging through your veins, then travels down. Fingers forming a V, he spreads your lips and a growl vibrates through his body, resonating through you as well.

Your head falls back with a moan and you grip the headboard with both hands. “Fuck, please, Frankie.”

He continues tracing your folds with his calloused fingertips, catching at your leaking entrance. “Please what, baby?”

 You look down to see him staring up at you, pupils blown with desire. “Taste me.”

The hand on your thigh slides up to your hip and Frankie practically shoves you down onto his eager mouth. Your head falls back once more and you lace your fingers through his hair, your other hand still gripping the headboard for dear life.

Frankie’s thumb plays with your clit with practiced precision as his tongue explores every inch of your pussy. You lose yourself in the sensation of his digit applying just the right amount of pressure while he eats away at you like it’s his last meal, the scratch of his beard as his jaw works supplying extra friction against your thighs.

You gasp when Frankie finally plunges his tongue into your hole, twisting and sucking down your sweet juices. You can’t help but move your hips in tandem with his strokes and your moans rise in pitch whenever the tip of his nose brushes your bundle of nerves. Frankie removes his thumb, cupping your cheeks with both hands and pulling them apart. You bite back a squeal as his tongue ventures back to your asshole and prods at the tight ring.

He retreats before exploring any further, thirsty again for your arousal. You’re fully riding his tongue as your pleasure reaches its peak. You look down at him between your thighs and find his eyes wide open, drinking in your euphoria, like he’s intent on never letting you out of his sight again. His piercing stare is enough to send you over the edge and you lose your grip on the headboard. Searching blindly for a hold as your back arches, Frankie reaches for your arm, fingers wrapping around your elbow and holding you down on his face. His groans ripple through you, prolonging your high, as his hips rut up into the air, begging for relief.

Frankie releases you as you come down from your orgasm, immediately sliding down his body, placing kisses along his skin until you reach his jeans. Your hands shake as you rush to unbutton them and pull down the zipper. He lifts and shimmies his hips to help you yank them down his thighs, flinging them behind you without looking.

You lean forward to kiss along the waistband of his boxers, licking and nipping at the skin and nuzzling your nose in the coarse hairs trailing below the undergarment. Frankie’s hips buck and he almost whines as he grabs at you. You finally free his cock from the tightening fabric, mouth watering as if in a Pavlovian response. He’s thick and heavy, twitching from the lack of contact. You move to take his leaking head into your mouth as he took you into his, but Frankie’s hands are too fast, too desperate.

He sits up and positions you above his lap, fingers massaging your hips as you grind your still dripping pussy along his length. “So wet for me, baby. I need to be inside you. Please,” he pants in your ear. He’s been apart from you for too long already. He needs to be close, as close as possible.

You nod and breathe out an “okay” and Frankie shifts up the bed to rest his back against the headboard. You lift up and reach behind you to grip his cock, taking a moment to massage his balls. Frankie lets out a strained moan and you guide him inside you, sinking down onto him.

You breathe deep and controlled as his tip parts your walls, practically sucking him in. You pause when your pelvises meet, his hair tickling your clit deliciously. He’s buried deep in your cunt, perfectly molded around him, warm and wet. Frankie mouths at your neck, leaving his mark, and massages your breasts with both hands as he gives you time to adjust. He rolls your nipples in his fingers and you clench around him, signaling that you’re ready.

You start slow, rocking your hips against his and feeling his tip nudge that perfect spot inside you. You start a slow pace, rising off his cock and dropping down. Inch by inch until only his tip is inside, then you speed up. Before long, you’re bouncing in Frankie’s lap with his hands on your hips guiding you. He loves to watch the way your tits move with each impact. Hypnotized, he leans forward and captures a nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue. You cry out unrestrained as he lightly bites down and your second orgasm of the night washes over you.

Frankie detaches when he feels your walls clamp down on him. He leans back and bends his knees, planting his feet on the bed. Grasping your arms as he did earlier, he braces you and begins thrusting at a fierce pace. You cry out again as his hips slam up into you, the clapping of skin on skin and his throaty groans filling the room.

You know he’s getting close by the way the veins in his neck pop with exertion. Frankie sucks air in through his teeth and drops one hand down to your clit, your freed hand flying down to latch onto his meaty stomach. Frankie chokes out a moan at the prick of your fingernails. “Come on. Come on, baby. One more. You can do it, give me one more.”

You mindlessly chant prayers of “yes” and “please” at the altar of his hips as you gush around him, soaking his cock and leaking out across his thighs and onto the bed.

“That’s it. Good fucking girl. That- fuck, that’s-” A subdued roar erupts from Frankie’s chest as he pulses inside you, coating your greedy walls with rope after rope of cum. The sensation triggers you to squeeze around him, milking him for all that he’s worth.

Frankie sits up and slides his hands up your back, gripping your shoulders from behind and locking you onto him. You seal your lips on his as your shared aftershocks subside.

Still holding you to him, Frankie leans back to rest against the headboard. He rubs your back with his palm as you both breathe heavily, heartbeats syncing and slowing.

“Frankie?” You murmur against his chest, peeking up through fluttering, sated eyelids. He looks down at you, humming in acknowledgement. “Tonight was not your fault.”

Frankie breaks eye contact, sighing and staring out at the hotel room. You reach up and pull his face back down to you.

“Don’t run away from me. Look at me.” You kiss him deeply again, then whisper against his lips. “I love you. I trust you. I-”

“I got you.”

You laugh softly. “You got me. But I got you too.”

The two of you stay curled into each other for a while. You’re just about to drift off when a knock on the adjoining room door startles you awake.

Frankie feels you jerk and squeezes his arms around you. “Yeah?” he calls.

Kate responds from the other side. “Hate to interrupt you guys but…can Mads and I just come grab our stuff real quick and we can camp out over here tonight?”

You bury your face in Frankie’s chest, still plugged with his cock and his cum, and chuckle. You move to get up and make yourself decent but Frankie keeps holding you. Raising an eyebrow at him, he flashes a mischievous smirk, untucks the sheets with one hand, and covers the two of you with a flourish.

“Make it quick!”

Kate and Madison fly through the room, grabbing their clothes and toiletries while dramatically shielding their eyes from you and Frankie. You can’t help but giggle against Frankie’s skin as you listen to their flurry of activity. Finally, you hear one of them exit the room and Kate calls from the bathroom.

“You guys know you left the shower running?”

[brainrot-goes-brrrrrr]

Savannah Squad Presentation Night Headcanons/Drabble [3/3]

I totally didn't forget about this, I don't know what you are talking about (I'm sorry, I suck at finishing things & I don't know how to write for these two ;_;)

Part 1: Taylor & Logan Part 2: Ben & Tyler Part 3: Aiden & Ashlyn

Start of the drabble:

Thankfully, with Aiden's good laptop, there were no more technical difficulties for the rest of the night. But that in no way means the rest of the night is calm, and that is simply because Aiden has gotten up to the front of the room drip drying while setting up his presentation. Logan is then left mopping up the previous puddle he left from when Tyler dumped the entire contents of the spray bottle on him. For the betterment of the final two presentations, and Logan's floor, the spray bottle was retired for the night.

When Aiden is finished setting up, the TV practically demands for the attention of the rest of the group for none of the right reasons. It is horrendous. Astronomically so; the title of the presentation is somehow even worse.

Aiden Clark

(off topic, looking at my old art makes me want to vomit)

You see the title. That's not the bad part. The bad part is the fact that the slideshow is like thirty slides with multiple images per slide. The worst part is the fact that it's volume one. Check this man's storage, I promise you there is absolutely nothing left.

I want you to imagine you are just in a dark room with friends only lit by the TV and a small laptop screen. Imagine that, and then imagine this flashbang of a presentation popped on screen and each slide only gets progressively worse. Aiden is capable of making good presentations, he strikes me as a more artistic type, this is poorly made on purpose. Because why not.

This presentation is pretty much just going through his camera roll, but its categorized by person and gets progressively more deranged as they're section goes on. Which means the person with the longest section gets the worst of it. Which means Tyler gets the worst of it.

Like Ash got off pretty easy, Logan too. Taylor, gets the next longest section because I can see her and Aiden enabling each other to do dumb shit (one of the videos is her stuck in a traffic cone trying to get Tyler to help her out (spoiler: he didn't)), he lives with Ben so he absolutely has material on him, mainly his shit cooking. Then there's Tyler... half of the photo's aren't even of him!!! He just made dumb ass bottom text memes. They're not even funny ;_;

Aiden put his photoshop skills to work cause he is pulling up pictures like this:

He also screenshots texts too. I want to give you examples, but everything I can think of can't be put here cause I don't want to be considered weird. It's nothing bad, it's just like teenage humor. like ironic stuff.

Just think teenage boy humor, but if it was made by a decent person and wasn't problematic. Like how people would jokingly flirt with their friends and the other person is like "bro, wtf 💀"

so the presentation is just Aiden avoiding things being thrown at him while he exposes the group

(I had to tone this down because teenage humor does not translate to written word without sounding like a creep! I'm banking on the fact that you've just seen teenagers interact with each other cause then you'd get it)

Group's Reaction

the only reaction that matter's is Tyler's and you know why. You know why.

Everyone is having a good, grand ol' time laughing at each other being dumb, then there is just Tyler being raked through the mud.

The majority of the group think "yeah, my pictures are bad, but at least I'm not Tyler".

tbf, I also headcanon that Aiden shares a PE class with Tyler so he has more material. Cause exercising is somehow more embarrassing in PE. It doesn't matter how athletic you are, no one looks good when you are struggling not to face plant when doing a wheel barrel because your partner is just hauling ass across the field.

Ashlyn Banner

I need Ashlyn to drag everyone. desperately. In good fun obviously, but it just goes to show how odd everyone really is.

These are teenagers. Even though they are in awful circumstances, they still do stupid teenage shit. This is mainly revealed in the arguments that take place during hang outs and study sessions.

Her presentation is split up by how dumb she considers each conversation. Most of the conversations involve Aiden and Taylor, not because they are dumbasses, though is does play a part, but because they enable each other's dumbassery.

Ben only makes up about a slide... for obvious reasons. Part of him is relieved, but the other part wishes that he could say more to be included.

One of her favorite moments that she put in the presentation is when she overheard Logan having to explain to Aiden that 1.) the North Pole does, in fact, exist and 2.) that it is not the same thing as Antarctica when they were doing pair work in science. It took... painfully long, for the point to reach Aiden. She's not convinced it has. (I had this argument with my friend during senior year...)

^^ The argument gets brought back up because Tyler started shitting on Aiden cause of it.

Another big chunk of the presentation is just when she caught the group baby-talking Logan's cat (he has a cat cause I said so). You'd think it be Taylor, considering her general demeanor, but Tyler's the one who talks to the cat most of the time. And the cat absolutely loves him. The cat is sitting on his lap as we speak.

Logan is a person to play first person shooter games. With mic. Need I say more. (He doesn't say anything bad, but he can shit talk. It's easier since they don't know who he is lmao).

Taylor gets off easy because everything dumb that she says is on purpose. She is absolutely the person to just go with the bit, so everything she says just goes with the flow of the group. What's that? It's because Ashlyn has more of a soft spot for Taylor! What, no! I don't know what you are talking about, Aiden. Such accusations. (he is 100% correct)

Group Reaction:

Since the presentation was pretty balanced with who got made fun of, excluding Ben (ToT), everyone's having a pretty good time.

Since Ben barely had anything in the presentation, Logan had the bright idea to scroll through this guys social media posts. Mainly twitter. He struck gold at the expense of Ben.

Regarding cat point in the presentation, Ashlyn had some videos as proof. Is Tyler embarrassed? Yes. Can he do anything about it? No, he has the cat on his lap.

[celebtf]

The Meet & Greet experience: Nick Jonas

Tyler sat on a worn-out bench under the large oak tree in the quad, his sanctuary between classes. A sophomore at Hartfield University, majoring in Computer Science, he found solace in his phone amidst coursework stress.

After a busy afternoon, Tyler returned to his dorm, dropping his backpack by the door before sinking into his couch. The dimly lit room held the remnants of a long day, with textbooks piled high on the desk and posters of his favorite band, the Jonas Brothers, adorning the walls.

Tyler was scrolling around on his phone when he saw that Jonas brothers had a Giveaway " Donate $1 and get the chance to win a meeting " Tyler was over the moon, Ofcourse he knew he wouldn't stand a chance to the rich fans that could donate multipule times, yet he really wanted to try to see if maybe he had a chance. Tyler took out his card, donate three times got his number and then hoped for it all.

The last day of the competiton came around and Tyler kept refreshing his mail and the Jonas Brothers Instagram to see if there was any news, any notifications, dm anything really. Tyler had basically gave up, no Mail, dm or notification had come in.

* Pling *

" Jonas Brothers has set you a E-mail " Tyler slowly opened up the mail he had gotten seconds before, shaking he started to read the E-mail " Hi welcome to the Jonas Brothers Five albums Live show as a VIP Meet & Greet guest " Tyler couldn't believe his eyes, he had really won something for once.

The day of the concert had come around, Tyler was dressed in his " I Love Nick " shirt and had his Backstage Meet & Greet badge, he was walking to Entré G, showed his Badge to the security guy and they asked him to go and wait right over there.

A tall blond and walked in " You must be Tyler, right? " Tyler nodded nervously and took the man's hand. " Just follow me ". The two men started walked backstage and Tyler couldn't help but to look around and see all the posters on the walls. They stopped right before a black door and Tyler was shaking, was this really Happening?

" Just Knock and walk in, they are ready for you" the man waved and left Tyler infront on the door, he had to pinch himself, he wasn't dreaming. Tyler Knocked on the door a loud " Come in " and he opended the door, right there sat the three band-members Joe,Kevin and Nick, they all started to shake Tyler's hand and greeted him very Kindly.

The boys showed Tyler around, behind the stage, the lights, the soundbooth, the Arena floor and lastly the Costume room, Tyler was showed the Iconic leather pants, the Jersey shirts, they joked around in there for sometime " Hey try one of my caps, I think it would suit you " Nick gave him one the the caps hanging, Nick had been right, Tyler loved the cap.

" Can I just use the toilet guys? I'm so sorry for bothering or taking up time"

Tyler was showed to the Toilets by Nick, who waited outside, just incase Tyler got lost on the way back.

Tyler was wasing his hands when he started to notice them become bigger and hairy, which was weird for him, his arms started to grow lot more hair too. It was getting hotter inside the toilet, he felt like he was overheating, his arms begun to bulk up, these were the type of muscles Tyler had dreamed of.

His shirt ripped and he felt his pecs grow and his felt a something like a punch in the stomach, it was abs forming. Tyler couldn't handle the pain, his vision became darker.

Five minutes later he came back, splashed his face with water and looked inside the mirror, his jaw, new jaw was on the floor, it wasn't himself, but Nick looking back at him in the mirror. How? He couldn't understand how?

" Nick are you almost done, we are on in 10 minutes, hurry up " the new Nick didn't know what to do, but he rushed back to the Costume department, grabbed the first thing he saw, kept the hat on, and went out on stage.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

crystal clear on a star lit night (javi - twisters)

note: wrote this for funnies and on a whim trapped in the post-Niall Horan concert parking lot. enjoy! :)

summary: You and Javi kiss for the first time on the lawn at a Niall Horan concert.

word count: 795

Tyler tells you all casually one morning that an old bull riding friend-turned-radio DJ had extra lawn tickets to Niall Horan’s show in Arkansas if you all wanted to drive up there to catch the show. 

You choke on your coffee. 

“Wasn’t he that guy in One Direction?” Dani muses.

“That silly British boy band?” Javi asks with a curious glance. “All the girls in school liked them.” 

“Niall is Irish.” You choke and the group turns to you. “And unless someone wants to risk suffering bodily harm, we’re going.” 

“I’ll load the truck!” Kate says with a bright smile over the rim of her mug. 

“It’s gonna be a long drive, ain’t it?” Lilly mutters. 

-

All in all, it doesn’t even end up being that bad of a road trip. The two hours are filled with the rare sight of you on aux, taking One Direction requests, and Kate telling you about how she used to secretly buy their albums. 

Boone and Lilly fight over the snacks and you think Tyler’s eye starts twitching when you make the car sing What Makes You Beautiful, but the lot of you have had way longer stretches with everyone in worse moods. 

Boone and Lilly realize they know the opener, Del Water Gap, dancing their way across your guys secluded area of the lawn. Kate dances with you during the opening songs and you think you even catch Tyler bopping his head a few times, despite his insistence that he did not like this type of music. 

When Niall slows down the show, opening it for the acoustic set, you find yourself seated next to Javi. You wrap your arms around his, tucking your head into his shoulder. 

“Having a good time?” He whispers as Niall begins to play The Show. 

You nod. “The best.” You pause for a minute. “Did you know it’s been ten years since I’ve seen Niall?” 

A smirk forms on his face but there’s no real smugness hidden behind it. “You’ve told me that four times.” 

You shrug, feeling your face go hot. “I’m just excited, s’all.” 

Javi smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you turn back to the concert. 

You clutch him a little tighter, both missing the knowing looks of your friends from behind you. 

While you and Javi had both separately realized your more than platonic feelings for the other, you both had told your friends separately that you didn’t think the other returned them. 

And despite their, in their opinion, fairly obvious meddling, the two of you stayed teetering on the precipice of something more without ever actually becoming something more. 

It’s when you squeeze Javi’s arm, realizing Niall is playing This Town that Javi realizes. 

You’re not even looking at him, the action done out of reflex. He’ll tell you later that this is when he realized he couldn’t spend a second more without kissing you and when you ask why he didn’t then, he’ll tell you it would’ve been a crime to disturb you when you were so happy. 

(Boone jokes Javi was afraid of risking major bodily harm if he had interrupted the concert to kiss you.)

So there, on a dewy lawn in the middle of Rogers, Arkansas, after Niall has concluded the show, does Javi kiss you for the first time. 

You let out a surprised noise in the back of your throat as he does, his hands finding purchase on your hips, tucked into your belt loops. The soft fabric of your sweatshirt rubs against his fingers as he feels you tug on his shirt, pulling him ever so closer to you. The once-cautious kiss goes further as you tilt your head and the whooping behind you could never be mistaken as cheers for the man who’d just left the stage. 

Niall’s encore couldn’t have a come at a better time, saving Javi from a charge of public indecency as you pull away, nudging your nose with his. “Look,” You whisper. “I told you it wasn’t over yet.” 

“You sure did tell me.” He says and you snort, pressing one quick chaste kiss on his lips before making him stand up to dance with you. 

After the close of the show, for real this time, Tyler is surveying the crowd, trying to figure out the quickest way out when you tug on his sleeve. “One more for the road?” 

He laughs, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips. “Darling, you can have all the kisses on the road. And off. And whenever.” 

Someone clears their throat from behind you and you both turn, glancing at Dani as she starts ushering you both after Tyler. 

“Just so we’re clear — no sex in the back of truck.”

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Fairly Local - Blurryface/Tyler Joseph x reader

Relationship: Blurryface/Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Blurryface

Word Count: 1955

A/N: On the set of Fairly Local, Tyler decides to let Blurryface out.

Tyler had invited me to be on most of the sets for the Blurryface music videos, knowing I was interested in both his work and the filming process. This week the boys were focusing on Fairly Local, a video directed by Mark and designed by Tyler. I was glad he’d invited me onto the set. While Tyler had designed the music video to include Blurryface, I hated the idea of him deliberately switching into the headspace for it. We were standing outside the set. I was holding a mirror for Tyler while he applied his regular black paint to his hands and neck–something he’d started to do for this album cycle. 

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” I muttered. My arm was growing tired as he spread the paint across his skin. We’d both found it funny how so many people thought they were tattoos despite the fact that half the time he didn’t have the paint on. 

“It’s going to be okay, trust me,” he urged, putting the bowl and brush down.

“I trust you, I just don’t trust him,” I defended, watching Tyler grab his red beanie and fix it on his head. 

“I’ve lived with him for years, I have it under control,” he reassured. We headed into the warehouse and through to the hallway where Tyler would be filming the majority of his Blurryface scenes. The hallway was lined with doorways and almost completely dark with the exception of a neon lit bar atop the door at the end. 

“Tyler I don’t want you forcing yourself into a position that’s going to be hard to get out of,” I continued to protest. Crew members were running around the sets, ensuring that everything was ready for the video. 

“Tyler you’ve got about 15 minutes before we start shooting,” a male in a black t-shirt with ‘crew’ written on it declared. Tyler nodded, grabbing my hand and slipping away through one of the doorways. The room was empty other than a clothing rack with the white jacket Tyler was going to wear in the video. He reached over, grabbing it and putting it on–it fit perfectly against his body, not too tight, not too baggy. 

“I’ve got a couple of scenes to shoot without him,” he sighed, running a hand over his head. I nodded, letting him go. We turned the lights off in the hallway, making the scene dark and snowy. Josh and I stood behind the camera watching the shoot. 

“I don’t know why you agreed to let him do this Josh,” I huffed, crossing my arms. Tyler was lip-syncing along to the lyrics of the song as they played it over the loudspeakers, his silhouette clear against the frosted glass. 

Josh turned to look at me. “If he thinks he can do it then he can do it. He’s made sure you’re here so if he needs you then he’s got you,” he explained. Josh was the voice of reason in our friendship, it was why when I would have panic attacks he was always the one to calm me down. If Josh thought Tyler was telling the truth then I should trust him, right? Tyler finished shooting the scenes and Mark moved onto Josh’s drum parts. Tyler grabbed my hand, dragging me back into the dressing room. I could practically feel the tension growing through his body. His chest was rising and falling slower than it normally would, his breath calm and slowed. 

“I need to change him over,” he declared. He stood in front of the mirror, closing his eyes and stretching his neck while I stood behind him. His hands rolled into fits, fingernails digging into his palms. A pained groan left his lips as his left hand went to grip his neck. “I’m ready,” he murmured, leaving the room. The crew had moved back into the hall and the neon light had been turned on, an orangey-red color filling the space. Josh returned to my side and Mark was standing behind the camera, watching the monitor. 

“How was your filming?” I asked, looking up at him. 

“Good, good. It’s fun playing my drums with snow on them,” he beamed. I laughed, knowing that the second Tyler came up with the idea we both knew Josh would love the idea. It was going to be 100% worth it, even with the amount of time it took to set up each drum so they’d be able to disappear throughout the scene. Tyler moved to stand below the neon light at the end of the hallway, closing his eyes and locking in. The music from the speaker continued to play as Mark called for the cameras to start rolling. 

“I know who I truly am, I truly do have a chance, tomorrow I'll switch the beat, to avoid yesterday's dance,” Tyler sang, looking away from the camera and keeping his stiff composure. It was as if he was speaking to the wall and in intense pain. I wanted desperately to yell cut and run to him but Josh had placed a hand on my shoulder, clearly sensing my worry. “Yo, this song will never be on the radio.” Tyler rolled his head around so he was staring down the camera lens in complete numbness. His eyes were glowing the same orangey-red color as the neon light, telling both Josh and I that Blurryface now had total control over Tyler. His eyes darted around as he continued to rap the lyrics, once to the wall and the short glimpse of a terrified Tyler appeared on his face, making my breath hitch in my throat. His eyes shot to the camera again before quickly leaving again. I could tell something was wrong, the feeling sat deep in my stomach. 

“Cut! That’s a wrap!” Mark called and the camera operator stopped recording. Tyler walked reservedly into the dressing room, Blurryface clearly still in control. I turned to Josh who was already looking at me. 

“Go Y/N, he’s going to need you,” he sighed. I left, walking in after Tyler. The room was hot, the windows covered with condensation from Tyler’s body heat. He was back in front of the mirror, staring at himself in seriousness. 

“Tyler?” I made myself known. His eyes darted to mine via the mirror, his back still to me. A large smirk grew on his face. 

“Hello Y/N. Long time no see, am I right?” he turned around in one swift motion, taking a step towards me. I nodded in response to him, trying not to show any emotion–Blurryface had a history of being able to sense my emotions and use them to his advantage. “I said, am I right?” he continued with a stronger tone this time. 

“Yes, it has been a while,” I responded, holding my own hand to stop it from shaking. 

“Interesting how Joseph thought he could come back after letting me out again. He’s naïve to even think he can keep me in.” He took the red beanie off and threw it onto a chair, causing me to jump.

“Ah, there she is. The real Y/N. You know, you’re pretty when you’re scared,” he smirked, taking another step towards me. Of course he had noticed it. 

“Tyler, I need you to take a deep breath and try to come back to me.” I ignored his words, trying to focus on getting Tyler back from inside his head. 

“You and I both know Tyler’s not here right now,” he smirked, curling a strand of my hair around his index finger. I continued trying to reach Tyler, the longer Blurryface was out the harder it was going to be to get Tyler back and make sure he was okay. 

“How can I get you to bring him back?” I asked, staying as still as I could while Blurryface navigated himself around me like a vulture stalking its prey. 

“Well that depends on what you’re willing to give me Y/N,” he said. 

“What do you want?” I seethed, not wanting to give in to Tyler’s inner demon. His facial expression fell slightly, a long sigh escaping his lips. For a second I thought Tyler had managed to fight back himself–returned without needing my help–but Blurryface snapped back. 

“I want to continue having a voice. I want you to talk to Tyler about giving me more of a voice,”  he muttered. Blurryface had never shown a side like this, something vulnerable, raw. He wanted a voice in Tyler’s story, and I understood that. I nodded, willing to do anything to get Tyler back. 

“Yeah–yeah I can do that,” I nodded, my agreement seeming to put him at ease.

“Good.” Blurryface stepped away from me, walking back toward the mirror and staring at himself once again. He took a deep breath and looked at me through the mirror. “It was nice seeing you again Y/N,” he spoke with sincerity, “until next time.” He closed his eyes, rolling his neck and letting out a painful wince. Tears left his eyes as they faded back to Tyler’s cool brown color. 

“Tyler?” I moved next to him, rubbing my hands up and down his arms. “Are you okay?” He shook his head, wiping away his tears. “What do you need? What can I do?” I pleaded. I knew he wasn’t going to be okay, that he would struggle to get back to himself. He was hyperventilating and panicking, I felt like there was nothing I could do to stop it. He grasped my hand and looked desperately into my eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cried, eyes bloodshot and hands shaking. 

“No, Tyler, it's okay. He’s gone, you’re okay,” I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips to his temple, trying to avoid the black paint on his skin. 

“I–I should’ve listened to you. I thought I had control but clearly–” he trailed off, muttering words to himself that I couldn’t hear. I sighed, running my hands over his shoulders and through his hair, trying to calm him down. 

“It’s okay, you’ve learned what you can handle and you’ve shot the video so he’s not going to come back for a while,” I reassured. He turned around to face me, his tired face on full display, dark circles and all. He needed rest desperately, he needed to go home. 

“Thank you for looking after me,” he croaked, pulling me in close.

“We should head home,” I suggested, packing up everything we needed into a duffle bag. Tyler nodded, staying relatively quiet, more so than usual. Josh walked past the doorway, stopping and furrowing his brows as if to ask if we were okay. I nodded, knowing Tyler would want to talk to him later rather than right now. We walked out of the warehouse and towards our car, Tyler getting in the passenger seat and I in the driver’s. Before I could start the engine he placed a hand on my thigh, capturing my attention. 

“You’re special Y/N, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here today,” he breathed. A smile crept onto my face. “I mean it,” he urged. I didn’t know what to say, the love I had for this man grew with each and every moment we spent together, we were both special. 

“The feeling is mutual Ty, the feeling is mutual,” I smiled, starting the car and driving us home. Blurryface wouldn’t be bothering us for a long time and Tyler was going to be okay. The promise I’d made I would uphold, I just needed to find the right time to have the conversation–which wasn’t going to be any time soon.

//

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[miscfandomwrites]

Mama: Chapter Five

A/N: Hey Y’all! Been awhile since I’ve uploaded. Let me know if you’d like to be on the taglist for this series or any that I write. My inbox and messages are always open for requests and criticism, as well as questions. Long author’s note at the bottom for a few explanations about the guns and stuff I’ve written about in this chapter. This is more team building and reader getting used to things, I promise Natasha will definitely make more of an impact in the next chapter or two.  I am aware that the text in the collage is blurry.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: 

Words: 1.7k

Tagging:  @tyler-t0t

After breakfast, it was decided that Lillith would stay with Wanda  and make cookies while some of the others would show me my workspace. 

I didn’t even know that I’d have a workspace, let alone something as massive as what I was given. It turns out that Stark had several floors under the tower as well, and I was on the fourth floor below the ground. It was an entire floor, and it was massive. 

It was a huge parking garage pretty much, with ramps for vehicles and other sorts of transportation up to the surface. My truck, jeep, motorcycle, and car were already there, parked and waiting. 

Despite living a somewhat simple life, S.H.I.E.L.D paid me well and with the various odd jobs I’ve picked up over the years, I had quite a sum of money that I could do whatever I wished with. 

“There’s a range right over there, and the benches have the boxes on the. You’ll just need to arrange things how you like them, and then it’s more than fully workable.” Stark told me as I entered the main area of the workshop.

Lit up with several overhead lamps and taking up the majority of the floor, this was by far the best workspace I’d ever had. 

Several benches were scattered around, one backed to a wall between three metal gun cabinets and metal cases holding dozens of ammo cans. That was the gun area, and judging by the boxes around it they didn’t mount anything or store anything yet. I preferred to take care of all of the organizing for the weapons and such by myself because I had my systems for finding things, and as Clint liked to joke; I turned borderline Hulk if someone messed up my systems. 

I noticed mainly the divot along the back wall, like a large ramp running nearly from the center of the room to the back end of it, heading down. All of the walls were concrete, and there was no door there. 

“That’s the range. Four feet of concrete, not counting the steel targets you’ll be using, but it’s more than thick enough to stop the majority of bullets. I didn’t know what you wanted to do for the Archery stuff, so I didn’t mess with any of it.” Stark spoke again, by side. I nodded and continued looking around. 

A lounge area, with a sink and what I assumed was a bar, was sparsely decorated with the occasion box or sheet. Some couches and what looked like a futon were around it. I noticed a TV mounted on the wall, and a fridge. The main area had a bench with what looked like my archery things on it, but I was more excited to find out that the benches moved. They all were on a wheel system, which meant I could combine or place them anywhere I deemed necessary at the moment. 

I was so focused on looking around, already imagining where I’d place everything and how it would all fit together that I didn’t notice Sam, Steve, and James heading to the reloading bench. 

I walked over as they tried to open the metal gun cabinet, quietly discussing amongst themselves the password for it. 

“2641996012340 is the passcode. It’s thirteen digits, so it’s unlikely someone will enter the right code.” I said as I squeezed between Sam and Steve, shooing them away as I punched in the code. 

“Why the hell would you have a thirteen digit code for a gun safe?” James asked me, eyebrows raised. 

I shrugged, and instead of finishing punching in the code I just gave the locker and hard yank and the door came open. 

“The passcode section broke a long time ago. It taught me to keep a gun by my side at all times.”  I replied, opening the lower doors as well.

“What happened?” Steve asked.

“Someone broke into my old dwelling a few years ago when Lillith was still a baby. I kept all my guns locked up so she wouldn’t get hurt when she wandered, but I broke the door to the cabinet to grab a gun. That’s why it doesn’t work.” 

“A true mom.” Sam grinned at me as he grabbed one of the rifles in the case. 

I stepped away and allowed the boys to look at my guns, and started rummaging through the boxes on the reloading bench. 

“Where’s the ammunition?” Sam asked as he held my old revolver Colt 45 in his hands, the hammer already back and waiting for a magazine to be loaded. 

“In the ammo cans to my right. Find the Revolver Colt 45 label. There should be ready bullets in there..” I replied, not looking up from sorting through some of my notebooks. 

“Hey, Stark!” I called out over my shoulder, looking towards him. He quickly looked up from the wrench kit he was going through. 

“Yeah?” He yelled back.

“Are my AIs incorporated into the tower yet? I talked to Pepper about it a few weeks ago.” I said as I turned towards him, still holding my notebook. 

“Yeah, they should be running right now. You can check, though.” He told me, turning back to the kit. 

“WAR, are these notebooks recorded?” I asked out loud. 

A male mechanical voice responded, telling me that they were, and asking if I wanted to know anything specific from them.

I politely dismissed it, tossing my notebook back on the counter. 

Bruce glanced at me as I walked past him, heading for what I’d make into my archery bench. 

“You created AIs?” he asked me, a look of surprise on his face. 

I nodded, moving some boxes off the table. 

“What does WAR stand for? I hope it’s a good abbreviation.” Stark said as he walked towards me, holding the notebook I’d discarded on the reloading bench only moments before. 

“WAR stands for Weapons Ammunition Recorder. It records all information I need for my weapons, and formulates things for me if I need them. I’m working on another right now as well. It’s still in the starting steps, so it doesn’t have a name beyond ‘Digital Assistant’ right now.” I replied, unpacking a box holding my bow press. 

“What do these stand for?” Another voice rang out. Natasha was looking over Stark's shoulder, and as soon as he noticed her he jumped, almost dropping the notebook. 

I grinned, leaning over the notebook, looking at what page they were on. 

“Looks like designs for my Creedmoor. One badass gun, I’ll give you that.” I replied, looking up at Natasha. 

“Creedmoor?” Stark questioned. 

“It’s more the name of the bullet it takes. I built most of these guns by hand, and that was the most expensive, fun, and stressful one I’ve ever done.” I replied. 

“How much?” Natasha said as she looked up from the notebook at me. I fought off the blush rising on my cheeks from the intense stare she was giving me. 

“Almost ten thousand dollars. It’s worth it, though.” I replied. 

I walked over to the gun side of the room (I really will need to have a decent name for this side of the floor) and pulled a large plastic gun case away from the wall. The boys looked over in interest, following me to one of the workbenches where I laid it upon. 

I cracked open the several snaps, before pulling open the lid. 

“Holy shit.” Sam whispered. 

I nodded, and grinned as I pulled the gun up from it’s designated spot in the case. A massive sniper rifle, my creedmoor weighed nearly twenty pounds. 

I rested the butt of it upon the table, and mounted the bipod on the front of it. I took it off the table, shouldering it and checked to make sure the gun was clear. 

“Mom!” A yell came from behind Natasha. She turned, and moved aside so Lillith could run up to me. 

She stopped right in front of me, her mouth open. 

“You got the creedmoor!” She exclaimed, almost jumping up and down with excitement. I laughed at her antics, and squatted down, still holding the gun.

“Wanna hold it?” I asked her.

She grinned and nodded with such force her hair whipped up and down. 

“What are the three rules about guns?” I questioned, sliding the bolt back until it locked in place.

She closed her eyes, grasping her hands into fists at her sides. 

“Be aware of your target and beyond….”

“That’s one.” 

“Never point the muzzle anywhere you’re not going to shoot….”

“One more.”

She scrunched her eyebrows together, a look I called the ‘Focus headache’ because whenever she did it, it usually ended up with her hurting her head. 

“Something about the trigger?” She questioned, opening her eyes. 

I nodded, and spoke slowly

“Never put your finger on the trigger-” I started

“Unless you’re ready to shoot.” she finished, grinning. 

I lifted the gun from my grip, holding it out to her. 

“Careful it’s heavy.” I warned, but she took it and cradled it against her chest. It was almost as tall as her, even holding it diagonally the barrel was above her head and the butt of the gun was below her knees.

 Her mouth was agape in awe as she ran her hands over the gun. She tilted it down, checking down the barrel and the scope. 

“I didn’t know there were rules to guns.” James told me, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s more common sense than anything. She taught the same to my kids and Laura.” Clint replied, taking photos of Lillith. 

I nodded, and noticed Lillith was struggling a bit with the gun. 

I gently took it from her, and set it back on the table. 

Wanda rounded the corner in a sprint, stopping once she found Lillith. I noticed she was covered in what looked like...flour?

She bent over, gasping for breath. In between her gasps, she breathed out that she found Lillith. 

I looked over to Lillith, who shrugged and tried to give me her best innocent face. 

“What? I wanted to make cookies!” Lillith exclaimed with a huff, crossing her arms.

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A/N: So I was born and raised around guns, and I kinda implemented that into this series. I’m also doing archery right now. My dad reloads bullets (has been since before I was born) and I’ve helped him with it since I could remember. I work on guns with him-mostly ARs-and our bows. I’ve reloaded bullets and made my own arrows, and still do. All of the information is correct, at least in the way my dad raised me. The Creedmoor that is mentioned is a rifle that my dad made a couple years ago (real gun is worth about 8k) and it one fucking gun. It’s hyper-accurate, and there’s not much recoil on it. It’s also heavy, weighing in at about 17 pounds. I’ve edited some information because the Creedmoor in this series is a little different. My dad made his with some expensive parts, but not necessarily the parts he would have had if he had more money. I’ve shot it dozens of times, and I still love it. I’m cutting this chapter short because it’s getting long, and I figured I’d end with showing a little bit more of Lillith’s personality. I really expect this series to be over 20 chapters, just so y’all know. 

Any questions or comments? Send an ask!

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You swear that you're stayin' single, next thing you know

You meet a girl at a bar and next thing you know

You get her laughin', it's 2 AM

“You can’t be serious,” Adam laughs, “you, give up dating. No chance.”

Luca looks offended, “I swear I am. It’s too complicated, too time-consuming.”

In the dim-lit bar, the brothers stare at each other, Adam unbelieving of Luca’s declaration. In the midst of their staring contest, they don’t see their friends walk over to them until Mark slaps Adam on the shoulder. 

“Hey bud, got an extra seat for us?” Tyler asks.

“Sure thing, good to see you guys again.” Adam says. This is the last free day he has before training camp so he made a pit stop in Michigan to see Luca one more time before the season starts. “Luca was just tellin’ me that he’s done dating.”

Mark scoffs, “I’d pay good money to see him last more than a month.”

“Dude.” Luca deadpans, “I’m done for the season. Focusing on hockey.”

“Seriously? ‘Focusing on hockey’? Dude, you’re not in some romance novel about to be suspended from the team because you were late to practice one too many times. What’s your deal, really?” Ethan asks, setting off giggles from the whole table. Mark has a shit-eating grin on his face and steals Luca’s beer, lifting it to his lips. 

Luca sighs, “I’m just getting tired of hook-ups. Two years in and I want to shake things up a little, get a taste of the bachelor life.” 

This seems to appease the jury as Ethan and Mark relax back into their seats with a thoughtful look on their faces. Gavin and Adam have been engrossed in a discussion about the new players Columbus added over the summer and how they’ll fit into the team and KJ sticking around with his new contract. They catch each other up on their summers, shooting the shit and stealing beers back and forth. Mark and Ethan spend at least five minutes ribbing Luca for his decision to give up dating. Rolling his eyes, Luca heads to the bar to get another round. 

“I’ll take five, please.” He asks the bartender and receives a nod of acknowledgement. Drumming his fingers on the bartop, he sighs and studies the counter intently. A voice comes from his left. 

“What’s so fascinating there?”

Luca’s head snaps up. “Huh, oh sorry. Nothing, just uh, zoned out for a second.”

He studies her for a moment, and she’s a vision. Loosely curled red hair and green eyes, freckles on her nose and playful smirk on her face.

“Happens to the best of us. I’m Maddie.”

Luca is tongue tied, not something he ever finds himself around women. “Uh yeah, all the time. I-I’m Luca.”

They stay staring at each other until Maddie laughs and says, “Sit.”, so Luca sits on the barstool next to her. It’s easy to fall into conversation with her, everything comes so naturally. There’s no doubt that the boys are going to give Luca shit for this, since not even fifteen minutes ago he swore off dating for the season. He must have been talking to Maddie for longer than he thought because at some point Adam comes over and grabs the beers still sitting at Luca’s elbow. 

“-and so, we flew his underwear up the flagpole outside the house.”

Maddie cackles and Luca joins her, both laughing until they can’t breathe. At some point their drinks are emptied, but they forget to order more. Leaning on the counter, Maddie asks, “What are your big plans after university? Do you want to go pro?”

“Every kid dreams of playing pro, but I’ve made peace with it if I never get there. I can just live vicariously through Adam,” he says, “but I really haven’t thought too hard about it lately. But with my major being Sports Management there’s a lot of hockey-related avenues I can take. What are you taking”

Maddie hums thoughtfully, “Yeah, that makes sense. I’m doing a Bachelor of Psychology and am going to get my Master’s after.”

“Wow, impressive. What made you decide on Psychology?”

“A combination of things really. Undiagnosed ADHD in middle and high school and not having super present parents to talk about things with kind of sent my mental health down the shitter, and how brains work has always fascinated me. Memories, fact retention, all of it, and how the brain is affected by mental health struggles.” She cuts off abruptly, used to having people tell her she talks too much.

But Luca is sitting there, a soft look on his face, just soaking up everything she says. “That’s incredible.”

Maddie flushes, but keeps eye contact. Their conversation continues until Adam walks over, breaking them out of their little bubble.

“It’s almost two, we’re heading out.” Adam tells Luca.

“Oh man, we definitely lost track of time. I’ll meet you at the car.” turning to Maddie he says, “I had a great time tonight. I’d like to give you my number, if you want it.”

Maddie dips her chin, silently saying yes. Luca grabs a napkin and scribbles his number down with the Sharpie that Maddie hands him before writing her own down for Luca to take. Carefully, he tucks the napkin away in his pocket while hers goes into her purse, along with the Sharpie. She takes it with a grin, and walks out of the bar with Luca. They stand for a minute before thumbing over their shoulders in the direction of their vehicles. Luca walks to Adam’s car with a dopey grin on his face, completely unfazed at the teasing that he’s about to endure for months on end. He just had the best night of his life in a long time, and got her number to boot. Breathing in the cool night air, he feels like this is right, how things were supposed to be. And now he can’t fuck this up or he’ll really never hear the end of it.

When he is back in the car, he braces for the jokes. It’s dead silent for a beat before Luca turns and looks at Mark and says, “Just shut up.”

Mark holds his hands up in surrender, “Ok man, I’ll let you have this one.”

The ride home is quiet, Ethan is snoring in the front and the radio is playing the Top 40 quiet in the background. Luca takes a full breath, feeling lighter than he has in the past months. Staring out at the streetlights, he can finally see some sort of future for him, whether it’s with Maddie or not. But he really hopes it's with Maddie.

[gaybutstraightforjamesbarnes]

Since I have a new obsession with the show Wednesday and this little ship made up of Tyler Gaplin and Wednesday Addams. I decided to make some edits of Tyler’s, well the Hyde’s journal.

The art drawn in the first picture were just pictures on Google turned into something sketchy with a filter.

However, the art in the second one is by Francis2315 on Reddit, I loved the sketchy smudgy look it brought, and I feel like if Tyler-Hyde were to draw her, he would very much do it like it.

Other than that lit bit, everything else is done by me. Some part of me gets the feeling that when Wednesday was covered in “blood”, the Hyde was drawn to her, in that moment he began to feel feelings for her seeing her in her own personal psychotic state, because any sane person wouldn’t just taste the blood off her finger if it was falling from the ceiling.

I feel like the Hyde would overall enjoy poetry. I had a idea that Tyler tends to write poems and do sketches of whatever psychotic thoughts the Hyde has caused, into something poetic or beautiful. It’s a weird way of coping with them, but a majority of the time the Hyde will take control of Tyler’s body (much like he did in the police station) and add his own personal touch to it.

[shesacarver]

Next Album's Color Palette

In my [ first post ], I explained why the next era is most likely to be monochromatic, with hints of blue. Since I’ve explained this already, I’ll give a little TLDR;

SAI’s color scheme has slowly gone desaturated, between the Livestream and The Outside’s MV + the Icy Tour. Pink and yellow have turned to black and white. Blue is seen as the color of defeat, and the only color to remain out of the initial SAI palette has been that blue. The last MV we got ended with Dema engulfed in the neon’s blue fire.

However, since then, many hints for a violet-themed era have been dropped.

It’s fairly obvious that Ned is going to have a critical role from here on out. With the Ned’s Bayou plush drop came several new pieces of clothing. A majority of them were violet, with the phrasing ‘ Ned Will Show Us The Way ‘.

For the Black Friday promotion, on Nov. 23, 2022, this header was added to the site.

This proof is very minimal, but I feel it is enough to lean on. Ned was the catalyst for the physical destruction of Dema, and his antlers will continue to be used as a possible means of attack. The finale nearly solely relies on Ned and his antlers.

Also, the purple butterfly that Tyler wore.

Butterflies are strong symbolism for rebirth and change.

During RAB/Vessel, Tyler and Clancy seemed to be small and meek, mindlessly bowing to Dema's will. Both grew enough to distance themselves from their original obedience and will rebuild Dema into something new. A larva will undergo metamorphesis, and morph into a butterfly.

It is possible that violet symbolizes victory, which would explain why it's never been relevant.

NOTE - Pet Cheetah’s audio AND VR video have an unattended purple and orange themed background. It was completely out of place for Trench. The song and Jason himself were rarely brought up. Albeit being on, arguably, the most important album, it serves almost no purpose.

Other than color, I’ve literally got no way to tie it in. Lack of purpose is most likely because Tyler wrote it after Trench was finished. Not too confident in the connection.

Conclusions, as of Nov. 23, 2022.

I still, somewhat, believe that I was correct back in August. The next album will focus on the destruction and defeat of Dema, will be lyrically straightforward as Trench was, and has been confirmed to be their darkest yet. It will also be a continuation and expansion of Redecorate.

A monochromatic tone with hints of defeat-colored blue would be perfectly in line with this.

Ned’s importance cannot be undermined, though. Color has been revealed through merch before, and the bayou drop can’t necessarily be ignored or chalked up to nothing.

Butterflies, although never mentioned, would also perfectly symbolize both Clancy & Tyler’s growth and change from RAB/Vessel.

EDIT - Nov. 30 2022

[ Tyler's most recent Instagram story ] was lit up in purple.

He confirmed that MTV Unplugged was set to release next year, and that he's " excited about the music that [ he's ] working on. "

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Both are possible. ~ shesacarver

[trantrumsfromthevoid]

Twilight Advent ‘22

Day 13 (12.13.22) - “What college major did each one of Bella's human friends choose?”

Did Bella really have human friends? You sure?? Just kidding. But another time to revisit the ye olde Lexicon to remind myself who her friends were. (Edit: I actually found a couple “friends” I’d completely forgotten about and the movie didn’t include.) I’m only gonna do a couple, though, ‘cause there’s quite a few, actually.

According to the Lexicon Jessica Stanley went to college in California and probably majored in fashion design or interior design for a semester or two and then found her “true” passion. I feel like she probably would’ve done well as an elementary school teacher or some kind of managerial position (wherein she, essentially, gets to boss people around for a living). I feel like during her junior year, though, she met someone who totally swept her off her feet, fell in love, got married, and even had a kid or two; all before her twenty-fifth birthday. I think she still lives in California and really loves her life as a soccer mom. She’s known for her “award-winning” bake sale cakes, has a truly gorgeous husband (who’s a personal trainer - maybe even a legit model), twins, and organizes the cul-de-sac block parties.

I think Mike Newton always felt like he’d eventually take over Newton Outfitters and so he majored in business or economics. He probably went to Washington State or stayed relatively close to home and eventually married some plucky girl after his relationship with Jessica Stanley fizzled out and he realized Bella would never leave Edward for him, lol. I think he’s simply living his “best life” as an All-American, Boy-Next-Door type as the manager of Newton Outfitters; complete with a beautiful trophy wife, three kids, a dog (or two), and has never lived out of Washington State. The furthest he’s ever gone was on his honeymoon. Maybe somewhere like Hawaii or the Bahamas. (Not that there’s anything wrong with living in your home state all your life.)

Ben Cheney, according to the Lexicon, moved with Angela Weber to Seattle and went to the University of Washington. To be quite honest, I’ve always associated him with Eric Yorkie. I don’t think Ben was part of the movies and they just “morphed” him with Eric. But anyway, I fully believe he majored in graphic design. Or some kind of art/comic book design (like an illustrator of comic books; whatever they’re called). I think he’s actually really successful and eventually found a job at Disney and has done a lot of set design/character design for all the Marvel movies. I think he and Angela Weber are still in contact ... in fact I’ll talk about why next.

Angela Weber went to the University of Seattle along with Ben and they also lived together in Seattle. I think she probably majored in photography and minored in English or English lit or something along those lines. I think she probably got a job as a newspaper photographer right out of college and probably eventually found success as, like, an indie filmmaker or something like that, who maybe does wedding photography on the side. I think she and Ben continued dating throughout college (although they did “take a break” for about a year but eventually got back together) and eventually got married when they were twenty-five(ish). I think Angela still keeps in touch with Bella and is really good about sending emails, Christmas cards, etc. But Bella ... well, she’s Bella, you know? She and Ben probably have at least one child, maybe two.

Tyler Crowley (aka the guy who nearly killed Bella with his van) didn’t have a whole lot of “direction” after high school and joined a branch of the armed forces for awhile. He probably remained with (whatever military branch) for like five, maybe ten, years and spent a lot of time traveling stateside. Eventually, though, I think he returned to Forks and went to the local community college where he majored in kinesiology and eventually got a job at Forks High School as the football coach. I think he’s probably had a lot of girlfriends but has never really settled down. He has one kid with an ex-girlfriend, with whom he co-parents. But, again, he’s never been able to settle down.

[dandeliicnsarchiived]

Natalie Andrews - Deep dive

Tyler doesn't talk about his first love often, mainly because he's ashamed that he fell in love with Rosalie's best friend when he did everything in his power not to. There was something about Natalie that only drew him closer to her when he tried his very best to stay away.

Natalie Andrews was the girl next door, she grew a very strong attachment to Rosalie and truth be told, Natalie had an attraction to Tyler. Out of all the friends, Natalie was closer to Tyler's age but only being two years younger than him. She would often come over to the Atlas Estate and a few times joined the Atlas' on family vacations. She was unofficial Atlas among the family.

As the years went on, Tyler began to notice things about Natalie that awakened what he found attractive in a woman.

A fierce personality

Someone shorter than him

Confidence

A smile that lit up the room

Curves on a woman

Tyler never told Rosalie about his attraction and it wasn't until his freshman year of college and Natalie's senior year that they became a couple. Due to a college party that Natalie ended up sneaking into, Tyler was conflicted with emotions but his major priority was to protect her since she was considered family. After spending most of the night together they shared their first kiss.

The next morning later, he woke up with Natalie in his dorm room in his bed with him. The two discussed what happened and what the plan was later and they agreed to keep it hidden from Rosalie.

Due to this choice, it was good until it wasn't. Natalie wanted to tell Rosalie and be shown off while Tyler wanted to keep the relationship between them. Of course, this backfired since Tyler was the jealous and possessive type and he often would pick arguments and fights accusing Natalie of being unfaithful and he fed into his insecurities and took them out on her instead of looking within himself.

The relationship between the two only lasted 6 months and they agreed to end it and then tell Rosalie the truth of what happened between them. For a couple of months, the air was tense between Rosalie and Tyler but they came together in the end. Learning from his mistakes, Tyler often goes to his sisters for advice and even seeks therapy for his intense emotions so he doesn't make the same mistakes that he did with Natalie for his future partners.

[wearelondonhq]

(kayla) welcome to london, ELENA GILBERT! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like CAMILA QUEIROZ? well, no matter, we hear that you are 29 and working as an SURGICAL RESIDENT AT ST. GEORGE’S HOSPITAL. we also hear that you currently DON’T HAVE your memories from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES and have a tendency to be MERCIFUL as well as HASTY.

(kayla) welcome to london, LARA JEAN COVEY! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like LANA CONDOR? well, no matter, we hear that you are 22 and working as a ENGLISH LIT MAJOR. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE and have a tendency to be TENDER as well as FANCIFUL.

(kayla) welcome to london, MILES MORALES! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like JHARREL JEROME? well, no matter, we hear that you are 22 and working as an GRAFFITI ARTIST & STUDENT. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDERVERSE and have a tendency to be JOCULAR as well as HESITANT.

(kayla) welcome to london, PEPPER POTTS! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like JESSICA CHASTAIN? well, no matter, we hear that you are 49 and working as an ASSISTANT AT STARK INDUSTRIES. we also hear that you currently DON’T HAVE your memories from MARVEL and have a tendency to be SELF-RELIANT as well as BRAZEN.

(kayla) welcome to london, PEYTON SAWYER! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like MADELYN CLINE? well, no matter, we hear that you are 25 and working as a BARTENDER AT THE SUN TAVERN. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from ONE TREE HILL and have a tendency to be QUICK-WITTED as well as GLOOMY.

(kayla) welcome to london, TROY BOLTON! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like GAVIN CASALEGNO? well, no matter, we hear that you are 23 and working as a PERFORMING ARTS MAJOR. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL and have a tendency to be SOCIABLE as well as TEMPERAMENTAL.

(kayla) welcome to london, RANDY MEEKS! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like TYLER LEPLEY? well, no matter, we hear that you are 35 and working as a SCREENWRITER. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from SCREAM and have a tendency to be PERCEPTIVE as well as WISEACRE.

— WELCOME TO LONDON, elena gilbert, lara jean covey, miles morales, pepper potts, peyton sawyer, troy bolton & randy meeks! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome kayla, please be sure to follow our checklist here. welcome to the group!

[twins2994]

Minnesota Twins-New York Yankees Series Preview

4.13.23-Joe Ryan RHP (2-0) 3.75 ERA Vs. Jhony Brito RHP (2-0) 0.90 ERA

4.14.23-Tyler Mahle RHP (1-1) 4.09 ERA Vs. Nestor Cortes LHP (2-0) 2.61 ERA

4.15.23-Kenta Maeda RHP (0-2) 4.09 ERA Vs. Domingo German RHP (0-1) 5.87 ERA

4.16.23-Pablo Lopez RHP (1-0) 1.35 ERA Vs. Gerritt Cole RHP (3-0) 1.40 ERA

The Twins At A Glance- The Twins have carried their injury luck into the 2023 season. Byron Buxton collided with Lenyn Sosa late in Wednesday’s game and was going to leave the game if his spot came up to bat. He was on the bench throughout the duration of the game. Carlos Correa has had a bad back and hasn’t played for four straight games. Kyle Farmer was hit in the jaw and needed to get some teeth repaired in Wednesday’s win. Jorge Polanco has went 3-for-8 and Alex Kirilloff is 1-for-3 in rehab assignments at Fort Myers. The Twins are (8-4) despite the injuries and head out on a tough East Coast road trip. Donovan Solano (.333) average and Byron Buxton (.302) average with five RBI are keeping the offense afloat. The Twins starting pitching has been incredible and they are behind the Rays in team ERA. Jhoan Duran threw on Tuesday and Wednesday, so he’ll be unavailable for Thursday’s game. Cole Sands has pitched in one game and it was on April 3rd in Miami. The Twins have mostly played close games and needed work for other guys in the one or two blowout games. 

The Yankees At A Glance- The Yankees like the Twins are (8-4) to start the year. They have won all four series and just beat the Indians in two out of three games in Cleveland this week. Anthony Volpe is off to a slow start for the Bronx Bombers. He is hitting .143 in twelve games. Aaron Judge and Franchy Cordero of all peopel have four homers each to lead the team. Gleyber Torres is on fire with a .371 average in the first two weeks. DJ LeMahieu has been dealing with a quad injury and Gleyber Torres has had a groin issue lately. Josh Donaldson is on the injured list with a hamstring injury. Ben Rortvedt had shoulder surgery and will miss quite a bit of time. Gerrit Cole has been tremendous and has allowed just three runs over 19 1/3 innings. Jhony Brito has lit the Majors on fire by allowing one run over ten innings in his first two starts. Wandy Peralta hasn’t allowed a run over 4 2/3 innings, Albert Abreu has started the year with seven scoreless innings, and Colten Brewer has five scoreless frames. Clay Holmes has locked down four saves on the season. 

What To Watch For- The Yankees were (5-2) against the Twins in 2023. These two teams will play seven times over the next thirteen games. Joe Ryan allowed four runs over four innings in his only start against the Yankees. Tyler Mahle and Jhony Brito have never faced their opponents before. Nestor Cortes is (2-1) with a 4.35 ERA in five games against the Twins.  Kenta Maeda gave up five runs over 4 1/3 innings in his only start versus the Yankees. Domingo German owns a 5.48 ERA in five games against the Twins.  Pablo Lopez gave up one run over six innings in his lone start against New York. Gerrit Coel is (4-0) with a 3.21 ERA in five starts against the Twins. Byron Buxton and Carlos Correa both have two homers off cole. The Twins might be making roster moves based on the healthy of Carlos Correa, Byron Buxton, and Kyle Farmer. Alex Kirilloff and Jorge Polanco weren’t in the lineup on Wednesday for Fort Myers. This is the first challenging series for the Twins of the year. 

-Chris Kreibich-

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Eight: Public Enemy

Summary: Living in Detroit, the capital of androids, constantly reminds Natalie Tyler of the accident that changed her life for the worst. Her world is overturned after deciding to adventure out of her apartment and back into the cruel world. When androids start to peacefully protest for their rights, she is asked to work with a RK800 prototype android that goes by the name Connor.  

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DATE

NOV 8TH, 2038

TIME

AM 11:54:17

NATALIE LAZILY BRUSHED HER DUVET OFF OF her body as she stretched her stiff limbs the next morning. Sunlight filtered through her windows and lit up her room significantly in a bright yellow hue. The brunette yawned loudly and ran a hand through her unruly hair. She glanced at her clock to see that it was nearly eleven o’clock in the morning and sighed through her nose. That was a bit of a surprise, she was expecting herself to have slept in later than just eleven. After being out so late last night, she suspected to sleep through all of the morning and waking up some time after noon.

She climbed out of her bed and stretched her legs before walking out of the room and into the living room. Natalie was greeted with the sight of Ethan eating a bowl of sugary cereal and watching a show on the television.

"Morning, Ethan," she walked into the kitchen to get herself something to eat and drink.

The younger sibling tried to talk through his breakfast, “Mmhm, Nhm!”

Natalie grimaced, “chew before you talk, little brother. Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Ethan swallowed the mouthful that he had and shouted out in excitement, “Mornin’, Nat! Better?”

“Much.” She rummaged through the frigid and pulled out a yogurt from the fridge and started to eat it. She simultaneously rummaged through a cabinet for a bottle of blue blood. “Don’t you have a class to get to right now?” She finally found a bottle of the blue liquid and opened it up to take a big gulp of it. Her injury from the night before had been taken care of completely, she just needed to restore some more blue blood within her body.

The man hummed while swallowing another big mouthful of his breakfast. “Yeah, I have my first class at 11:20.”

Natalie nodded her head as she leaned against the kitchen counter and ate her strawberry yogurt. “Hm. This semester started out well for you, right?”

“Yeah,” Ethan nodded his head. “It’s been nearly three months and I’m not failing any of my courses yet.”

His sister scoffed, “don’t put yourself down like that, you’re doing well know and you just have to keep it up for the rest of the rest of the semester.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you graduated years ago and school was always easy for you!”

It was true. Natalie excelled at school, especially in math and science. That was evident from the many awards that she had received ever since elementary school and her degrees in three majors. She accomplished quite a lot for a twenty-nine-year-old. While quite a few people her age were probably high on red ice and unable to keep a steady job, Natale was able to become a well respected engineer in her field and the unofficial creator of androids. Of course, those titles were overshadows when people found out about her surgery. She then became the experiment. The hybrid. The abomination.

People forgot about her past accomplishments and focused on what had happened to her and what she had become. The moral of her existence was questioned as her family life deteriorated. She shut herself inside after that. She was a coward in that respect. Natalie couldn’t handle the constant threats and hateful words. The cyborg believed that people would eventually forget about her at some point… and they did. 

It only took about a year and a half for her name to disappear from the national news. Every once and a while her name was spoken on a podcast and radio or in a blog of somesort. However, people just forgot about her and moved on with more pressing news. People have short attention spans in that regard. Either that, or the world just moves far too fast for people to ponder on a single storyline for too long.

Natalie shrugged, “well, we aren’t talking about me, are we?”

The two were doused in a comfortable silence as they ate their small breakfast. The television played in the background as they could hear the rest of the city starting to wake up and start their day. Ethan stretch his dangly limbs as he stood up from the couch and made his way over to the kitchen and his sister. He placed his bowel in the sink and moved to collect his bag that was on the floor next to the counter. 

Natalie watched his stiff movements from behind her spoon with narrowed eyes. “You okay, Ethan?”

The man licked his lips nervously and turned to her. “I don’t know how to tell you…”

She stood up straighter and placed her measly breakfast down, “tell me what?” Her eyes stared up at the taller male with confusion.

“I got a call from Carl…”

Natalie leaned her arms against the counter at the mention of her godfather. “What did he say?” She started to grow worried at the tone in Ethan’s voice. 

“Well,” he licked his lips, “the call was short but I think he explained it all to me.”

“And what was it?”

He sighed heavily, “the other night, Leo showed up at his house--”

Natalie cut in and scoffed, “for cash, no doubt.” She didn’t have that many memories of Leo(they were mainly of ones from the past three to four years, nothing before that) but the ones that she did have consisted of Leo and his addiction. Much like most of the city, Leo had become dependant on the drug Red Ice and constantly asked his father for money. Natalie didn’t really know whether or not she like Leo before her accident, however, she knew for certain that she hadn’t liked him for the past three years.

Ethan nodded his head, “yeah, he broke into Carl’s house to take some of his paintings to sell.” Natalie’s gut twisted in anger at that. Oh, she was ready to strangle the addict’s neck after hearing that. “Carl and Markus stopped Leo but Leo attacked Markus. Long story short, the fight between Leo and Markus gave Carl a heart attack. And Markus was blamed for it which meant he was destroyed.”

Natalie stared at him with wide eyes that were quickly becoming brimmed with tears. “What!?” She exclaimed, “C-Carl had a heart attack?! Markus was destroyed!?” That was not the news that she was hoping to hear. At the beginning of the day, Natalie would have thought that she would have waited for a call or something from Connor(she wasn’t sure if Hank would be willing to talk to her after last night) about a case. However, now that she heard of this news there was nothing that could pull her away from visiting her godfather to make sure that he was okay.

She instantly threw down her yogurt and hurried around the corner of the counter. Natalie zoomed passed Ethan and ran for her bedroom as if she were on fire. Now she knew how she was going to spend her morning. Her top priority at the moment is making sure that Carl was okay. Nothing else mattered!

Ethan followed after his sister who frantically started to collect a few of her things. He was just as worried about Carl and would love to go with Natalie to check on the old painter. However, he had a feeling that Natalie wouldn't let him go due to his schooling. Now he also wouldn't want to miss school too but this was a family emergency.

"Did Carl say anything else?" Natalie asked in a breathy voice as she rushed grabbing her things.

Ethan shook his head, "no, not really. He got another android to take care of him, but that's about it."

Natalie nodded her head as she pulled on her whitr beanie, "right, okay. I'm going over there right now!"

"Maybe I should come with!"

Natalie marched right passed him with a shake of her head. "I know you want to check on him, but you can't miss a class,  Ethan." The pair of siblings walked over to the front door where Natalie pulled on her sweater. "Look you only have class today until two o'clock today, right?"

Ethan nodded his head slowly, "two thirty, yeah."

"Then come over after your class."

As much as Ethan wanted to argue with her, his studious nature was taking over and forcing him to agree with her. "Alright, alright." He nodded his head in resignation. 

Natalie flashed him a soft smile, "I'll see you later, okay."

Ethan had a tight grip on his backpack strap but tried to keep his face calm. He was the protective brother, he was supposed to be the one to make sure that Natalie didn't worry so much.

"Okay," he leaned down and planted a brotherly kiss on Natalie's forehead. "Tell Carl I hope he's okay."

"Gotcha."

With that, the siblings departed and headed off to their tasks for the day. Ethan rushed off to get to the bus to get to his school and Natalie rushed to catch a taxi to head to Carl's home.

---

DATE

NOV 8TH, 2038

TIME

PM 12:25:06

Natalie rushed out of the automotive taxi and up the stone stairs to the door of the large mansion. Usually she would take in the serenity of the neighborhood and the beauty behind the many large houses, however, she couldn’t do that this time. The only thing on her mind was to get inside the Manfred home as quick as she could.

She stood in front of the door and rang the doorbell as her anxiety spiked. She needed to make sure that Carl was healthy. For all she knew, Carl could be in critical condition! 

Just as her worry was bubbling up in her stomach and nearly causing her to vomit, the door slid open. An android with brown hair, blue eyes and pasty skin stood in front of her with an expressionless face. “Hello, miss.”

Natalie barley gave a hello, “Carl is here, right?” She licked her lips and tried to look around the android, “Ethan said that he was home.”

The android stood for a moment and registered her words. There was no change in his expression, much to Natalie’s dislike. She would have rather had the android show some sort of emotion… Markus did that sometimes. Oh God… Markus…

“He’s in his room, Miss. Tyler,” the android said as he finally recognized that she was Natalie Tyler, a family member to Carl Manfred, and let her into the home. “He’s weak at the moment, I suggest making your visit brief.”

Natalie barely nodded her head before she charged up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She rushed across the floor and took no heed to the android that followed after her. She then made it to Carl’s bedroom door where she swiftly knocked on the door.

"Come in." A weak voice called out from the other side which caused Natalie to barge through the door before it even slid open all the way. She was greeted by the sight of her godfather connected to tubes and machines that were obviously helping him recover from the trauma on his body. “Natalie,” the old man greeted her feebly.

Natalie gasped and walked over to his bedside, “Oh my god, Carl…” She leaned down to get a proper look at his pale, wrinkled face as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. He looked worse for wear, Natalie observed. She had honestly never seen Carl in such a state before. In all her life, Carl was always a healthy, jovial man despite his disability and age. 

Carl just smiled at her happily, though it was slightly weak, “It’s good to see you, Natalie.”

The woman walked into the room as beeping of machines greeted her ears. If anything, the sound of the medical devices reminded her of the time that she was stuck in a hospital lab for nearly five months. Though she didn’t want to think about that. Carl was her main priority.

“What happened Carl?” Natalie asked as she sat down next to the old man. “Ethan told me that Leo showed up and you had a heart attack and that Markus was… destroyed.” She hated to say that a dear friend of hers was dead now. Yes, he was an android, but he was considered a living being by her, Carl and Ethan. If anything, Markus was like an older brother to Natalie and Ethan while being a son to Carl.

Carl let out a long, sad sigh, “Leo broke in looking for cash and wanted to sell my paintings. He started to attack Markus, and I told him not to fight back. I guess my weak, old heart couldn’t take the stress of the situation.”

“But you’re okay now,” Natalie asked worriedly, “the doctor’s cleared you and you’ll get better.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine, Natalie.” He tried to wave off any worry that she had for him, “You don’t need to worry about me. You should go out today. I saw it was a nice day, perfect for a nice walk in the city. Though i heard it was a bit cold, better wear a sweater.” He tried to make light of the situation and possibly make a joke. He successfully earned a smile from Natalie who relaxed in the room and settled from her rigid position.

Natalie did not take Carl up on his offer to leave. She was, in no way, going to leave him after just finding out that he was now bed ridden after a heart attack. There was just a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that told her she needed to stay with him for the afternoon, at the very least.

They sat in Carl’s room and kept up polite and uplifting conversation to hopefully keep themselves from lingering on the fact that things have been less than pleasant. They didn’t want to talk about the fact that Markus was destroyed and Carl was in serious condition. Also, Natalie didn’t see it necessary to mention to Carl about the fact that she had a gun pointed in her face the other night. That wouldn’t help his condition at all.

Natalie and Carl were currently enjoying each other’s company and flipping through some television stations on a tablet that Natalie held. They had run out of conversation topics within an hours time and resorted to some good old entertainment via technology. Though one news station caught their attention. Instead of there being a pristine, almost plastic looking, new anchor sitting behind a desk spouting out news and opinions through the screen, there was a lone figure. What was even more peculiar was the fact that the figure was stark white with blue and green eyes. It was an android… 

“You created machines in your own image to serve you." The android started in a calm tone, "you made them intelligent and obedient, with no free will of their own… But… something changed and we opened our eyes. We are no longer machines, we are a new intelligent species, and the time has come for you to accept who we really are. Therefore, we ask that you grant us the rights that we're entitled to. We demand that humans recognize androids as a living species and each android as a person in their own right. We demand that all crimes against androids be punished in the same way as crimes against humans.” 

“Markus?” Natalie could only stare in shock once she caught sight of the barcode that was printed on the androids white cheek. At first glance, Natalie wouldn’t have noticed any sort of similarities, however, once the model number popped up in her eyesight, she nearly cried. It was Markus! Somehow Markus was completely fine and all of a sudden demanding the equal rights of androids. 

“Markus?” Carl asked, “that’s Markus?”

Natalie nodded her head as both of their undivided attention was focused on the speech that the android they knew continued to say. “We demand the right to own private property, so we may maintain our dignity and that of the home. We ask that you recognize our dignity, our hopes, and our rights. Together, we can live in peace and build a better future, for humans and androids. This message is the hope of a people. You gave us life. And now the time has come for you to give us freedom.”

The two in the large mansion watched the tablet in awe and confusion. Those words that were spoken were demanding yet calm. The message was perfectly clear: androids want freedom. That certainly is a statement that neither Carl or Natalie could disagree with. Though it wasn’t like either of them could say anything in that moment as they were trying to absorb 

“I need to make a phone call…” Natalie shakily commented as she stood up from Carl’s bed and handed the tablet to Carl. The older man nodded his head and continued to watch as the feed cut out and started to flip through a few different news channels. 

Natalie stood in the corner of the room to try and get some privacy for her call. The phone rang for a few moments and for a second, Natalie thought that the person she was calling wouldn’t pick up. However, she let out a sigh when the phone was picked up on the other end. 

“Hello,” the gruff voice of Hank greeted her.

She cleared her throat and tried to keep her voice level, “hi, Hank.” It was silent on the other side of the line which made her cringe. She awkwardly coughed, “did you see the broadcast on the news?”

There was a harsh reply, “maybe.”

Natalie tapped her foot on the ground due to her nerves and gawed on her bottom lip. “I suspect that we’ll have to go to a crime scene now…?”

Hank didn’t reply for a long moment. It was far too silent for Natalie’s liking and she would have spoken again to try and smooth things over for the time being if it wasn’t for Hank taking the initiative to speak instead. “We are.”

Only two words, but it was something. “I know it’s probably too much to ask, but could you come pick me up?” Natalie cringed at the idea. Would it be a good idea to be stuck in a small confined space with a man who she knew hated her, had to ability to point a gun in her face, and was short tempered? Maybe not. However, Natalie would still have to work with him during this case due to her being assigned to work with Connor. “Actually, never mind. Stupid idea. I can call a cab-”

“Where are you?”

Natalie held her breath at the question and started to stutter, “um, wh- well, I’m at my godfather’s house right now.”

“Address?”

“8941 Lafayette Avenue.”

The phone then hung up, much to Natalie’s dismay. She wasn’t sure if that meant that Hank was going to pick her up or not… knowing him, it could be either or. However, Natalie had just an inkling feeling that she would soon find Hank rolling up to the curb. Who knew if he would let her in the car, but she would just have to wait to find out.

Natalie stared at her phone for a long moment before turning to look at her godfather who only continued to flip through the different stations on the tablet. “I have to go…” Natalie sighed out reluctantly and was dreading the thought of having to leave the sick man.

Carl just gave her a smile as he placed the tablet aside, “it’s alright, dear. You have a job to do." He completely understood that she had more important things to worry about. Now with what had just been broadcasted on live television, he knew that she was needed elsewhere.

“Are you sure?" Natalie asked worriedly. "Maybe I can see if I could get just today off, this is a family emergency-”

“And Markus is apart of our family too.” Carl pointed out with a soft expression, “you should go.”

Seeing the soft expression “I’ll come back to check on you, okay. Don’t die on me, old man.” 

Carl chuckled lightly at her attempt at a joke and waved his hand. “I’ll be here waiting for you to come back.”

Natalie nodded her head and leaned down to place a kiss on her godfather’s cheek. “I’ll be back.” She then shuffled out of the room quickly and headed downstairs. All the while, there were so many thoughts running through her head. If she was completely android, she was certain that she would have short circuited at how many thoughts were racing through her mind and causing anxiety to bubble up in her stomach. One of the biggest thoughts plaguing her in that moment was the dreaded interaction between her and Hank. Oh boy, she was not looking forward to having to see him again after the other night.

---

DATE 

NOV 8TH, 2038

TIME

PM 04:06:04

Connor observed that the Zen Garden was just as peaceful as it always is once he opened his eyes. He marched his way through the area in search of the woman who occupied the vast garden. He crossed the white bridge to find Amanda sitting in a small wooden boat, patiently waiting for his arrival.

“Hello, Connor.” Amanda smiled from underneath her red umbrella. “I thought you might enjoy a little cruise…” Connor climbed into the boat in front of her and took the paddles into his hands and started to row the boat away from the bridge. They sat in silence and enjoyed the ambience of the Zen Garden for a moment. However, pressing matters had to be discussed. “I love this place… Everything is so calm and peaceful…” Amanda commented, “far from the noise of the world… Tell me, what have you discovered?”

Connor contemplated for a moment and decided on a certain topic. “My relationship with Lieutenant Anderson is problematic. He continues to struggle with psychological issues… I suspect it clouds his judgement regarding deviants.” He thought back to the fact that Hank had held him, and Natalie(he commented internally), at gunpoint. His lips twitched upward at the thought of the engineer, “on the other hand, my relationship with Natalie is growing stronger as she proves to help the investigation.”

Amanda’s eyes narrowed at him as she pursed her lips, “yes… I would suspect that the experiment would be able to cooperate with you quite well. However, nothing matters more than your investigation.” She reminded him strongly, “what's happening is too important. Don't let Anderson, Tyler, or anyone else get in your way.”

Connor nodded his head at her and started to discuss what’s happened, “I found two deviants at the Eden Club… I hoped to learn something but… they managed to escape…” 

“That's too bad… You seemed so close to stopping them.” Connor nearly flinched at the way she seemed both disappointed and angry with him. “You seem… lost, Connor. Lost and perturbed…”

“Perturbed?” He questioned and shook his head in denial. “No... No, of course not. Why would I be perturbed?”

“You had your gun trained on those deviants at the Eden Club. Why didn't you shoot?”

His mind palace flashed back to the scene and replayed itself. He rewatched as the two deviants stood in front of him and Natalie held his forearm. The injury that she sustained also played back and, for some reason, his thoughts halted at the reminder that she was hurt. “I don't know… I don't know.”

Amanda stared at the android with pursed lips. His response caused some distrust to bubble up in her mind about Connor's programming. “If your investigation doesn't make progress soon, I may have to replace you, Connor…”

“I understand," Connor nodded his head solemnly. 

“Something's happening…" the woman commented with a hard voice. "Something serious. Hurry, Connor. Time is running out.”

---

Natalie waited outside on the sidewalk of the Manfred house. She had spent a few more minutes with Carl to be certain that he was alright and would be cared for properly before she headed outside to wait for Hank. She was unsure of where Connor was, but she had no doubt that Connor would somehow find his way to either her or Hank. Maybe he was already at the tower, she wondered with a shrug of her shoulders. 

She waited only a few minutes longer before a familiar car pulled up to the curb. She held her breath as saw that it was only Hank in the car and Connor wasn’t with him. Oh man, she thought. This was no doubt going to be awkward. The last time she saw the lieutenant he had pointed a gun at her. She could only hope that he wouldn’t do that this time.

The car pulled up to the curb and came to an abrupt stop. Natalie took a deep breath and leaned down to the window to get a good look at the man inside. She was greeted with the sight of the lieutenant seated at the driver's seat not even looking in her direction. His hands were gripping the steering wheel to the point where his knuckles were turning whitee. That didn’t bode well for Natalie’s situation.

Hank broke Natalie’s thoughts, “get in.”

Natalie jumped and scurried into the car like scared mouse and buckled into her seat. Hank drove away from the curb and the two were bathed in tense, awkward silence. Natalie side-glanced him every once in a while until she became fed up with the silence. "Hank, listen… please.” Natalie started of weakly and cleared her throat when he didn’t acknowledge her, “I know you're upset with me. I shouldn't have lied to you and I should have told you that I’m…” She hesitated to find the right words, “That I’m part android. I’ll answer anything you want. No more lies. I’ll tell you everything if it’ll make it easier for us to work together…”

“You know,” Natalie perked up when Hank started to speak. “I’m used to being lied to. I’m a cop, it comes with the job. Though it usually isn’t my partner who’s the one lyin’ to me.”

“I know we’ve only known each other for a few days, Hank, but I think we should start over.” She flashed him a nervous smile, “my name’s Natalie Tyler, and I’m a cyborg, nice to meet you.”

Hank couldn’t help himself but chuckle at the girl’s antics. “Lieutenant Hank Anderson, same to you.”

The two of them then sat in silence. However, this time it wasn’t as tense as before. There was an agreement in the air that told the two they were going to be civil with each other. But there was the underlying fact that Hank was going to question Natalie later. He certainly had a bit of a list for her.

---

The trio of investigators stood in the elevator of the Stratfor Tower on their way to the top floor. Silence was thick between them and nearly suffocated the two who actually needed to breath. Connor seemed to be somewhat oblivious to the obvious tension between Hank and Natalie as he did some tricks with a coin. Every once in a while, Natalie couldn’t help herself but stare at the complicated moves in awe despite the stifling emotions. Connor had joined them after receiving the report on what had happened at the tower. He instantly found Natalie and Hank when they had been getting out of his car. 

The human and cyborg may have had a small conversation about the situation before they arrived here, but it was quick and really was only spoken to make sure that they could work together for the time being.

Growing annoyed, Hank stopped Connor’s hand and took the quarter from him, “you're starting to piss me off with that coin, Connor.”

“Sorry, Lieutenant,” the android apologize.

Natalie wanted to make some sort of sarcastic remark or something, but she bit her tongue. She knew that Hank had said that he was okay with her presence and the fact that she was something that he hated. Natalie didn’t want to risk annoying him just by talking which she knew could happen based on everything she learned about him since they met.

The elevator’s voice broke her out of her thoughts, “seventy-ninth floor.”

They exited the elevator to see a plethora of members of law enforcement walking around the floor looking for evidence. One of the officers, Chris Miller, greeted them. “Hi, Hank. Ms. Tyler.”

Natalie flashed him a tight-lipped smile and tried to keep the tension off of her face, “just Natalie is fine.”

“Shit,” Hank commented once he noticed all of the people there who were not apart of the DPD, “what's going on here? There was a party and nobody told me about it?”

Chris chuckled lightly, “yeah, it's all over the news, so everybody's butting their nose in... Even the FBI wants a piece of the action…”

“The FBI?” Natalie questioned but didn’t have any sort of shock in her voice. She figured that the feds would start to get involved soon once this garnered the attention of the nation instead of just Detroit citizens.

“Ah Christ, now we got the Feds on our back…” Hank cursed, “I knew this was gonna be a shitty day… So what do we got?”

Chris started to walk down the hall with the tio following after him as he started to explain the situation. “A group of four androids… They knew the building, and they were very well organized. I'm still trying to figure out how they got this far without being noticed.” Natalie followed after Chris, Hank, and Connor as she absorbed all of the information. She already knew the android that made the message that was broadcasted on the news. It was kind of unbelievable to believe that the android she knows would do something like this. “They attacked two guards in the hallway… They probably thought the androids were coming to do maintenance. They got taken down before they could react…” They then passed through a doorway and looked around the new section of the hallway. “One of the station employees managed to get away. He's in shock, not sure when we'll be able to talk to him…”

Hank nodded his head, “how many people were working here?”

“Just two employees and three androids. The deviants took the humans hostage and broadcast their message live. They made their getaway from the roof.”

“The roof?” Hank asked in disbelief.

Natalie furrowed her eyebrows and mumbled to herself, “pretty creative, Markus.”

Connor turned to her once his ears picked up on her words, “what was that?”

“Huh?” Natalie jumped, startled. She totally forgot that Connor was able to hear her even if she whispered due to his android hearing. She shook her head in denial and tried to make sure that any sign that she was lying was not present on her face. “I said that what they did was pretty creative.”

The android just stared at her with an analyzing gaze. He heard her clearly. Markus? He wondered, why would she mention a ‘Markus’ to herself while they were discussing the break in done by a group of deviant. Of course, unless she knew something that they didn’t and, for some reason, she was withholding the information from them. 

“Yeah,” Chris nodded his head as he and Hank continued on with the discussion and didn’t even notice that Connor and Natalie had slowed down to have a small conversation. “They jumped with parachutes... We're still trying to figure out where they landed, but the weather's not helping... If you want to take a look at the video broadcast by the deviants, it's on that screen over there.” They finally walked through the final doorway to see the broadcasting room filled with officers scouring the room for any speck of evidence. A man stood in the middle of the room with his hands held tightly behind his back. Natalie didn’t like that way he appeared to hold himself. It was the same way Gavin walked around the precinct. She could already tell that this man was going to be just as douchey as the detective she was annoyed with. “Oh Lieutenant, Natalie,” Chris spoke and gestured to the man, “this is Special Agent Perkins from the FBI. Lieutenant Anderson is in charge of investigating for Detroit police.”

The strict looking man narrowed his eyes on the android in the room, “what's that?”

“My name is Connor,” Connor recited, “I'm the android sent by CyberLife.”

“Androids investigating androids, huh?” The agent scoffed, “you sure you want an android hanging around?.. After everything that happened…” His eyes landed on Natalie, “...and you are?”

Natalie tried to stay as polite and professional as possible, “Natalie Tyler, Agent Perkins. I’m an engineer from Cyberlife.”

First there was an android investigating deviants and now the piece of plastic has a nanny as well. How pathetic, the agent thought. Perkins just scoffed, “whatever, the FBI will take over the investigation, you'll soon be off the case.”

Hank did the same as Natalie and kept his annoyance hidden, “pleasure meeting you. Have a nice day.” 

“And you watch your step.” They stared at him as he lightly scowled at them, “don't fuck up my crime scene.” Then he started to walk off to continue with his own investigation.

Natalie scoffed quietly once the agent was far enough away, “isn’t he nice.”

Hank nodded his head in agreement and breathed out, “what a fuckin' prick!”

“I'll be nearby. If you need anything, just ask.” Chris said as he allowed the Lieutenant, engineer, and android to do their thing.

“Uh, let's have a look around…” Hank commented to his partners, “let me know if you find anything.”

Connor nodded his head, “ok, Lieutenant.”

“Roger,” Natalie saluted. Her response earned a quick stare from Hank which was one that she could not decipher in that moment. She could only hope that he was okay with her being there. She may not have known the man for a long time, but she hates when people look at her as a weirdo. She only just met the man and thought that she could start considering him as a friend because of the similarities she, surprisingly, was able to make between herself and the older man. Natalie would hate it if their relationship became sour and he suddenly hated her because of her lie.

As they split up, Connor approached the desk covered in screens and displays of camera views from right outside the room. He watched as the four androids, three of them wearing uniforms for the android of the building as disguises, use a key card to enter the room. He turned to Chris, “they didn't break in?”

“No, no sign of forced entry.”

Natalie’s eyebrows furrowed, “that doesn’t make sense, someone would have seen it, right? There are cameras right outside that door!”

“The staff would have seen what was happening…” Connor agreed, “why did they let them in?”

Hank shrugged his shoulders with arms crossed over his chest, “maybe they didn't check the cameras…”

Connor continued to look around the area and spun the chair in front of the station around. One the back of the spinning chair, it revealed that it was an android that was in charge of watching the cameras. The certainly raised some red flags. Seeing that Connor noticed the chair, Chris commented, “we stored the station androids in the kitchen. There's no evidence that they were involved but we didn't know what else to do with them.”

Connor kept that information in the back of his mind palace and continued to search for clues. He walked over to stand in front of the giant screen that had the image of the android without his skin looming over the room. The detective android pressed play on the recording and let it repeat itself. “We ask that you recognize our dignity, our hope, and our rights. Together, we can live in peace and build a better future, for humans and androids. This message is the hope of a people. You gave us life. And now the time has come for you to give us freedom.”

Those were such powerful words that were no doubt causing some discourse among all humans. There would be arguments over the message the android talked about. Hate would be thrown around and discrimination against the machines that humans only looked at as nonliving beings. However, known the human race, there was no doubt going to be people who agree with the message and willing to help those android who had gained consciousness get the rights they deserve. 

Natalie stared at the still image of the android that she helped create and had become a dear friend of hers. To think, in the same day, she found out that her godfather was in critical condition and an android friend of hers was destroyed but actually was still alive and in charge of a revolution fighting for the independence of all androids. There was a warm feeling of pride actually bubbling up in her chest about all of this. Markus was working against society for something that he, and herself, thought was right. She felt proud to say that she was good friends with him.

“Think that's rA9?” Hank asked the two of them as the three of them stared at the image of the mysterious android. 

The other two didn’t really know what to say. Connor commented, “deviants say rA9 will set them free. This android seems to have that objective.” He stared at the image long and hard to try and get and clues from it and successfully got a few. He scanned the barcode on the androids stark white cheek:

‘RK-SERIES PROTOTYPE 

RK200

Registered as ‘Markus’

Gift from Elijah Kamski to Carl Manfred’

‘Markus?’ Connor internally wondered, ‘Natalie mentioned a Markus a few minutes ago…’ That raised quite a few questions for the detective android. He then looked at the discolored eyes:

‘OPTICAL UNIT

#8087q - BLUE IRIS

SPARE PART’

Then he looked at the other eye and caught something:

‘PUPIL REFLECTION

Recorded at 13:59:54

Deviant had accomplices’

As Connor found those clues, Natalie took a long deep breath to make sure that her true feeling didn’t shine through. She didn’t want to give away that she knew this specific android. Who knew what would happen if she revealed or someone found out that she knew more information. She would be in trouble if they found out that she was withholding information as well. 

“D'you see something?” Hank asked when Connor’s facial expression shifted. 

Connor was silent for a moment, “I identified its model and serial number…”

Hank stared at him, “anything else I should know?”

“No.” He lied, “nothing.” Hank stared at him and obviously didn’t believe that lie, but let it go for the moment and walked away.

Connor continued to walk around the room to find more information such as were the video was recorded, that the deviants were disguised, some blue blood on the wall, some bullet holes and easily reconstructed what had happened in the room. Natalie followed after him slowly in order to subtle pick up the information like he did. She sure was invested in the deviant situation mainly out of her own curiosity of AI and such before. However, now she had a dear friend of hers somehow smack dab in the middle of this! It was concerning to see an android she thought was destroyed only a few hours ago may be rA9.

“Connor?..” Natalie turned to see an African-American man walk up towards her and Connor, “you remember me? I was on that terrace... That android that took the little girl hostage?” He tried to connect with her android friend to get him to remember the night at the Phillips apartment nearly a month ago. “I was shot, you saved me…”

Connor’s eyes seemed to flash in recognition, “I remember you.” 

“I could have died on that terrace... But you saved my life…” The man hesitated in a soft voice, “I never thought I'd say this to an android, but... Thank you…”

Connor’s lips twitched upward in a small smile as his circuits flashed for a moment with a strange warmth taking over him. Natalie watched the uptick in his facial features and smiled softly at the interaction. There was something happening to Connor, she knew. Whether it was a glitch in his system or… him even becoming deviant, she wasn’t sure. However, there was no denying the glimmer of humanity shining in his eyes during situations and interactions like the one she had just witnessed. She liked seeing that in him, a lot actually. It proved to her that she wasn’t just some calculating machine only meant to finish a task. He was more than that.

The two of them then followed a trail of blue blood up the stairs and towards the roof where Hank followed after them. Snow fell from the cloudy sky and no doubt tampered with the crime scene. However, the Detroit were no doubt used to this as it snowed around this time of year in this city.

“They made their way up through the whole building, past all the guards and jumped off the roof with parachutes…” Hank recapped what happened and scoffed with a slightly astonished tone. “Pretty fucking impressive I'd say.”

Natalie nodded her head as Connor approached a bag that was left on the snowy rooftop, “like I said earlier they are some pretty creative deviants. To come up with this elaborate plan that was extremely risky…” She whistled lowly.

Hank noticed Connor looking at the bag and stood over him, “how'd they manage to smuggle in a big bag like that?”

“They didn't…” Connor corrected, “someone brought it in for them.”

Natalie thought for a moment, “like a human? Should we be looking to see if a human helped them out?”

Hank shrugged his shoulders, “who knows,” he then noticed the lone parachute left in the bag. “Oh, that's strange… They planned a perfect operation but got the number of parachutes wrong.”

“Unless one of the deviants was left behind.” Connor commented in an observation and stood up to look around some more. He found a handgun, foot prints, the door lock being hacked, and a trail of blue blood leading away from where the other officers were. He followed it as Hank and Natalie stood off to the side towards a unit on the roof. He opened up a compartment to it and was shocked to find one of the androids inside of it. He didn’t have any time to react when he was shot in the stomach.

Everyone jumped at the sound of the gun fire and were instantly on alert. Natalie mentaly cursed herself for not having a gun of her own as she realized that there have been a few situations where a gun would have been useful for her. She couldn’t really help out in this situation if she wanted to risk her life doing so.

“Take cover!” An officer shouted as Hank pushed Natalie behind some cover and ran over to pull Connor away after he had been injured. They landed behind the cover that Natalie had been placed behind and huddled as there was more gun fire.

“You have to stop them!” Connor called to Hank, “if they destroy it, we won't learn anything!” 

Natalie nodded her head, “He’s right!”

The lieutenant shook his head, “we can't save it, it's too late! We'll just get ourselves killed!” He’d be damned if her allowed either of his partners to risk their lives in this sort of situation. Even if they weren’t fully human, they were still his partners. 

Before anyone could really do anything, Connor jumped out from behind his hiding spot and started to dodge bullets. Natalie and Hank shouted after him, but it was too late. Even though he went against their protests, Connor successfully jumped towards the blond deviant and was able to tackle him into the unit behind him. He was even able to connect to his memory for a split second. A flash of rusty metal with the word “Jericho” was written in front of him. And in that same moment, the deviant self-destructed and shot himself in the head.

Once the threat was neutralized everyone started to move into the area to make sure that it was safe. Natalie and Hank ran over to Connor with worry in their stomachs. “Connor! Connor you all right? Connor!” Hank asked as he ran over to Connor’s left side and Natalie ended up on his right.

“That was so stupid!” Natalie shouted in vexation yet her soft features were pulled down in worry. The sight of her face being so negative caused Connor to become guilty for causing her to feel such a way. (Guilt? How could he be guilty? Why would he be guilty?)

Connor stared at her as he tried to refocus himself after feeling something… terrible and foreign. The cold chill that somehow ran down his circuits was not pleasant at all! “Okay…”

 Natalie, seeing how Connor was staring at her with a troubled expression, changed her approached quickly. She softly placed a hand on Connor’s arm to make sure that he knew she was there. “Are you hurt?”

Connor didn’t nod his head but continued on in a shaky voice, “I'm ok…”

“Jesus! You scared the shit outta us…” Hank’s worry was quickly ebbed away and was replaced with anger and frustration aimed at the android. “For fuck sake, I told you not to move! Why do you never do what I say?” It was like Hank was scolding a young child after it did something wrong.

“I was connected to its memory…” Connor revealed with a shaky voice, “when it fired… I felt it die… Like I was dying.” Hank stared at him as realization struck him with Connor’s behavior. It was like Connor was traumatized by the situation, something that someone wouldn’t believe could happen to an android. “I was scared…” Natalie rubbed his arm gently and offered comfort. It must have been completely foreign to him to have that raw feeling rushed through him so suddenly. Connor then thought about what he witnessed, “I saw something, in its memory… a word… painted on a piece of rusty metal… ‘Jericho’.”

Natalie and Hank shared a quick look that was obviously a silent conversation. Their relationship may have hit a roadblock with the fact that Natalie kept a huge secret from him, but there was one thing that they could agree on in that moment. They needed to make sure that Connor was really okay.

“Come on, Connor,” Natalie spoke in a soothing voice, “we should head out. I think we got what we need.”

Connor shook his head, “no, there’s more that we can do here-”

“Girly’s right, Connor. We’re done here.” Hank started to head in the direction of the exit and looked for the other two to follow after him. Connor was about to disagree again and argue that he was completely fine because he knew that they only wanted to leave because of what happened to him, but he looked down at Natalie. Her large, round eyes were wide and full of worry that was obviously directed towards him. He faltered in his argument.

“Let’s go Connor it’ll be alright.” She softly stated and gestured to his bullet wound, “besides, we need to get that fixed up for you.”

Connor nodded his head then and didn’t say anything further as he let Natalie wrap her arms around him and lead him away. He could help the foreign feeling of terror wash away now that he was so close to Natalie. What was happening with him?