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skylarsblue · 1 year

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✦Random Sinclair Headcanons✦

(I was bored and I have nowhere else to put them)

Lester's got a slight allergy to certain citrus fruits. It's not terrible, but it did get stuff like orange juice banned from the house when the brothers were younger. But that's Bo's favorite. So he always has a jug specifically for himself in the house since Lester's no longer living with them.

Vincent's hair is well kept in turns of how he washes it, but their lifestyle ruins it constantly. Some parts of Vincent's hair is a lot shorter than the rest cause he got too much wax caught in it, so they have to snip a strand. It's like terrible layers.

All the brothers have bad teeth, Bo's looks the best on the surface, but mans got at least 8 fillings in the back.

Bo is shit at telling people's accents, Vincent's decent at it. But Lester? Somehow he's the gibberish translator. Someone could come through with the most unintelligible accent and he'll somehow know what they're saying.

I've said Bo can play piano, and so can Vincent, but they're more adept with the violin. Lester can probably tear shit up on the harmonica

Vincent's art mediums are; wax sculpting(duh), painting, and charcoal.

Bo's art mediums are; photography, musical(though he dropped that one), and he used to be pretty good at pen doodles(but he dropped that too, fuckin' thanks Trudy)

Lester's art mediums are; scavage-crafting, wood/bone carving, and scrapbooking.

Bo had a phase where he was really good at producing poems/poetic song lyrics. But he stopped doing it because he got made fun of once. Basically anytime he does anything artistic, he drops it, because he gets made fun of or told Vincent is better.

Bo & Lester bond over old cars and Lester knows a good amount about cars because of it. By proxy, Bo knows a lot about Lousiana wildlife thanks to Lester.

Lester & Vincent bond over sculpting & carving. I think almost everyone agrees Vincent's dual dragon knives were carved from bone that Lester found.

Lester wasn't good in school but mans was fantastic in woodshop. He outdid everyone. Without even trying! Fuck a bird house, get a bird MANSION.

Vincent's an insomniac, Bo's got night terrors, and Lester is the type to wake up every hour. What's funny is that when they were younger, Bo was the insomniac, Lester had night terrors, and Vincent was the one who woke up every hour. They all switched problems somehow.

They all have two matching moles on their lower ribs and right beside their belly button.

Bo's first job was at a mechanic's shop, Vincent's was at a music shop, and Lester's was at a gas station. Bo was fuckin' trash at customer service, Vincent silently judged people's music choices, and no one talked to Lester(sadly).

Lester makes all his food too damn spicy. He adds spice to already hot things. Both his brothers think he's a demon as they watch him add chili flakes to things.

Bo hates reality TV, but in the way that he'll stick around to watch it and yell at the TV if he sees it on. It's actually pretty funny.

There is one mixtape in Lester's truck, it's the only one he listens too, and it's an old one he stole from Bo when they were teens. Bo still wonders where it went but Lester refuses to tell him.

Bo says he hates hugs but somehow gives the best ones. They're like, engulfing dad hugs with the perfect amount of pressure. Lester's hugs are a bit too tight but it's cute. Vincent's are soft and delicate, like a blanket.

If Bo's had a night terror and he can't calm down, he'll look for Jonesy. And she'll lay on top of him on the couch until he calms down. Vincent's found them a few times, but chooses not to comment on how Bo holds the dog he swore he didn't want like a teddy bear.

Vincent had a Greek Mythology phase, Bo had a WW2 History phase, and Lester had a Dinosaur phase.

Vincent's favorite colors are beige & lilac, Bo's are midnight blue & charcoal black, & Lester's are fern green & dandelion yellow.

Lester's house is cleaner than the twins, ironically. It's cluttered, yes, but he actually keeps a decent living space. There aren't even coffee rings on his tables, he made his own coasters. He's got a messy job so he likes his house to be clean.

Bo & Vincent don't know how to load a dishwasher. They wash their dishes by hand, but, they also don't cause they hate doing it When the sink is too full, they do rock, paper, scissors. Bo tends to lose.

#bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax #slasher headcanons #slasher #slashers #slasher community #slasher fandom

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justinspoliticalcorner · 2 days

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Trudy Ring at The Advocate:

Planned Parenthood must turn over some records on transgender health care to Missouri Attorney General Andrew Bailey, a judge has ruled. Bailey, a Republican, is investigating providers of gender-affirming care in the state, which has outlawed the provision of such care to minors and certain adults. His demand for information from Planned Parenthood of the St. Louis Region and Southwest Missouri came in March 2023 as part of his investigation of whether Washington University’s Pediatric Transgender Center or other health care entities in Missouri “have engaged in or are engaging in any practices declared to be unlawful,” as he stated in a letter to Planned Parenthood. The Planned Parenthood affiliate then sued Bailey in an attempt to block his demand, saying it was unauthorized and that the attorney general hadn’t shown how Planned Parenthood is directly involved in his investigation. Bailey argued that his request “should stand because he has an affidavit that alleges intentional dishonesty in Plaintiff's medical and billing practices,” St. Louis Circuit Judge Michael Stelzer wrote in his ruling. Ruling in Bailey’s favor, Stelzer said the AG’s office has “broad investigative powers” and that Bailey has the right to obtain any documents that aren’t protected by the federal Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act, which provides for patient privacy.

Missouri AG Andrew Bailey (R) has been granted snooping powers on Planned Parenthood of St. Louis Region and Southwest Missouri's records for transgender health services.

#Missouri #Planned Parenthood #Andrew Bailey #Gender Affirming Healthcare #Transgender #Michael Stelzer #HIPAA #Planned Parenthood of the St. Louis Region and Southwest Missouri #Washington University

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msookyspooky · 5 months

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No because imagine the Sinclair brother's not use to affection and being pampered and being a mess about it.

♡♡♡

Imagine Vincent never receiving any nurturing physical touch since Trudy died. Covering his face completely as a man instead of a partial mask he had as a child. Always standoffish to others and deep diving in his work to ignore anything outside completing the town. Throwing his life away to think himself even more a thing than man that didn't deserve love....Absolutely ready to cry when his s/o brushes his hair and peppers his imperfect face in kisses. When they kiss him when his mask falls off. When they playfight with him and treat him like a normal human being instead of an ugly emotionless thing his parents and society told him he was and even his twin echoed at times. Someone didn't think he was a freak. Someone loved him. Someone gave him affection without fear and he's almost got happy tears in his eye over it.

Imagine Bo never receiving much physical affection growing up as the burden child; acting like he didn't need something so weak anyways because it was better than hurting so bad from not being wanted. Not having many partners with his sole purpose being Ambrose and when he did get a person they were tied up and unwilling and didn't touch him unless instructed because it was safer for him emotionally that way to be in control. They can't run away or hurt you that way... He's for once speechless over his s/o offering a backrub after he worked so hard on something yet they want nothing in return. Or they absent-mindedly comb their fingers through his hair while watching tv not minding the scar under his crown of his hair. Not minding the scars on his wrist and kissing them when he got too deep in thoughts of the past. The few reminders he was as much a freak as his brother and they didn't care. Or they hug him from behind when he's not busy just because or make him lunch with a note because they thought of him...Without force, someone thought of him. How speechless he is at the butterflies he feels that he doesn't know what to do. Someone actually thought kindly of him without judging him or force.

Imagine Lester as the forgotten youngest that just wants so badly to be family and included yet also feels distant from his brothers and his parents and Mama's 'wish' to restore the town. Living a lonely life as a roadkill clean up man living alone somewhere in the woods away from Ambrose because of people judging his grimy appearance, his job, his humor and of course what his family does...Blushing and smiling a love struck wobbly grin when his s/o displays interest in him and his work. Chuckling and blushing when they hug him despite the smell or help wash him up when he gets home after a long day. Washing his face and hair and body tenderly while asking about his day. Showing interest. Someone cares enough to know about him or pay attention to him. Smitten when they cuddle him and he hugs them tight soaking in these cuddles like they'll be taken from him.

#idc Bo may be a perv and a cold asshole but I think with an s/o he's easily taken aback by affection he's not use to #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax (2005)

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venus-haze · 5 months

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Bad Ritual (Vincent Sinclair x Reader)

Summary: Some pageant queens sit on parade floats. Being crowned Miss Ambrose requires you to get your hands a little dirty. [This is an AU]

Note: Woman reader, but no other descriptors are used. Heavily inspired by The Wicker Man and Midnight Mass, as well as my own spin on St. Ambrose, who, among other things, is the patron saint of wax melters. Since this is a cult AU, please check the warnings before reading. Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Emotional and spiritual manipulation, morally gray reader, religious sex negativity/sex shaming, elements of Catholicism, human sacrifice. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

The stage lights threatened to melt your carefully applied makeup off. You held a wide smile for so long your cheeks ached. Your eyes nervously flitted about the crowd of Ambrose’s residents, just barely able to fill three-quarters of the movie theater for the event. When your gaze fell on Vincent in the front row, he gave you a small nod of encouragement that manifested butterflies in your already twisted stomach. Could you help being hopelessly in love with your best friend?

“After much deliberation by myself and the other judges,” Trudy began in her soft drawl, harsh on the edges from her decades-long smoking habit, “we agree without a doubt, the winner of the third Miss Ambrose contest is—“

The microphone screeched when Trudy spoke your name, and the dam broke, bringing about uncontrollable tears of joy and relief. The sound of cheers and applause filled the theater, almost dictating the rhythm of your heartbeat. You weren’t sure what you would’ve done if you lost. In the weeks prior to the competition, you craved victory so badly that it filled the marrow of your bones.

With tears blurring your vision, you made your way over to Trudy. She smiled, placing the ornate wax tiara on your head and satin sash reading ‘Miss Ambrose’ in glittering crimson lettering over your shoulder. She wrapped her arms around you in an unexpected hug.

“Congratulations,” she whispered. “You deserve it.”

Hardly able to utter your thanks, you attempted to compose yourself while she addressed the crowd again.

“I believe we can all agree that this young woman here exemplifies the qualities this community holds dear,” she said, her gaze shifting to you with pride evident in her features, leaving you overwhelmed at the praise of your community’s leader. “If you’d like to share a few words, honey, now’s your chance.”

You nodded, trembling as you stood in front of the microphone. “First, I wanna thank the judges, Ms. Trudy, Father Julian, and Ms. Louann for giving me such a great honor. I also wanna thank my parents for believing in me as much as they believe in this town. Most of all, I wanna say that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than Ambrose, and I just—“ the tears began to flow again, and you managed to get a hold of yourself long enough to add, “I’m so grateful to St. Ambrose for everything he’s done for us. I don’t feel worthy to represent him on his feast day, but I’ll do my best. Thank you.”

Taking a step back from the microphone, you smiled as Louann handed you a bouquet of flowers. Louann was the previous Miss Ambrose and as such had the privilege of serving on the judge’s panel to decide who her successor would be. You were sure she would’ve preferred her own daughter, but she wasn’t interested in competing, an oddly reclusive girl around your age you’d long since given up befriending. Since there were so few people in Ambrose, the pool of young women eligible for the coveted crown was small, and therefore the competition could only be held once every seven or so years. Besides the feast day of your town’s namesake patron saint, the Miss Ambrose competition was one of the most highly anticipated events around.

Being Miss Ambrose was a commitment, but one you’d taken on with pride. Besides helping lead the usual procession through town, you’d serve as an ambassador to the hundreds of tourists who flooded your small town to view the spectacle. Most importantly, you’d finally be allowed to attend the celebratory mass held the night of the Feast of St. Ambrose. You weren’t sure what exactly the criteria for attendance was, but being Miss Ambrose surely meant you were worthy enough to finally go.

You were too young to remember Ambrose being on the verge of ruin when the sugar mill shut down, but your parents never failed to remind you how Trudy convinced them and the other families that comprised your close-knit community to stay. Her unorthodox ideas of shifting the town’s economy to reflect that of its patron saint was risky, but it worked, and Ambrose had carved out a niche for itself in beekeeping, wax-melting, and the artistry associated with it. As such, she was the person everyone deferred to for just about everything. Her word uncontested law. And why not? You all had it pretty good in Ambrose compared to the horrors you’d heard of going on outside the town’s limits.

The festival’s celebrations brought in abundant tourists who would patronize your small town’s shops and businesses en masse. While you understood the importance of the tourism during the festival, you found the raucous way they acted almost disrespectful to St. Ambrose and the reverence he deserved for providing so much for you.

At the very least, photography wasn’t allowed in the church. It was there that the town’s offering to St. Ambrose was displayed, a wax figure, always carefully detailed to look almost indistinguishable from a real person. Tourists could marvel at the statue, but not document it. You didn’t care for them and how they seemed to regard you all as sideshow freaks for being so insular. It especially bothered you that Vincent had to wear his mask whenever they were around. You’d hear them whisper about it, speculating why he wore it. They had no idea it was because of them.

Otherwise, he presented his bare face to your community who regarded it with normalcy. When your family would join the Sinclairs in the pew at mass, you’d occasionally end up sitting next to Vincent. You’d feel his hands, strong and soft from his work, holding the one next to you a little tighter than you normally would during the Our Father. For the sign of peace, in which you’d exchange blessings between clasped hands and chaste kisses on the cheek, he presented the unscarred half of his face to you. Still, you silently wondered what the other half would feel like against your lips.

It felt like you blinked, and you were surrounded by the people you’d grown up with, all looking at you with an unfamiliar yet welcome respect. You basked in the attention like a sunbathing snake, each compliment and affirmation filling your chest with a warm pride.

“Congratulations, sweetheart,” your mother said, giving you a hug with tears in her eyes.

Your father agreed, giving you a pat on the back. “You earned it! We’re so proud of you.”

“Y’all did a great job with this one,” Trudy said.

Your family was one of the dozen or so original families that stayed in Ambrose at Trudy’s urging. She never forgot your family’s loyalty and trust in her, and it wasn’t uncommon for you to sit with them at mass or be invited to their house for a meal or a holiday. You reveled in any extra time you got to spend with Vincent, although being in the presence of your town’s savior always left you in awe.

“C’mon, a lot of that’s thanks to you, Trudy, mentoring the kids and teaching catechism on top of everything else you do,” your mother said.

While Father Julian was the parish’s pastor, most spiritual matters went to Trudy, and her decision was final. She taught catechism and set the standards for receiving sacraments. It caused friction with the larger diocese, and not long after you made your first communion, St. Ambrose’s parish split from the Vatican. Trudy had explained they lost their way, and that Ambrose was the only place practicing real Catholicism. That was why new families moved in, looking for the truth. You felt lucky to live in such a place.

“I’ve got big plans for you, girl,” Trudy said. “‘Specially with the festival coming up.”

You nodded. “Of course, Ms. Trudy. Whatever you need.”

She walked away, and you noticed Vincent subtly motioning toward the service exit behind the stage.

“Ready to head home?” your mother asked.

“I’ll catch up. There are a few people I want to talk to first,” you said.

Your father nodded. “Alright, well, don’t stay out too late.”

Once they had left, you didn’t see Vincent in the theater anymore, and managed to slip outside undetected a few minutes later, fending off your horde of admirers. There was only one person whose attention you really wanted, anyway.

He stood outside, waiting for you in the shadows of the building. Your heels clicked against the asphalt as you walked over to him.

“Congrats, Miss Ambrose,” Vincent signed. He smiled, reaching up to adjust the tiara atop your head.

“I don’t look ridiculous, do I?”

He shook his head. Your face heated up when his hands made gentle contact with your skin. He traced your gestures with the pads of his thumbs, brushing your forehead, down to your cheeks, and finally to your lips. Vincent cradled your face in his hands for a moment longer before kissing you.

Without hesitation, you kissed him back, taking in the texture of his lips, the warmth of his body. His hands fell to your hips, pulling you closer. Steadying yourself on his bicep, you silently marveled at his strength, gasping into the kiss and allowing his tongue access to your mouth.

Despite having heard homilies at mass and ramblings from Trudy about the sin of fornication outside of marriage, you didn’t know what exactly they were talking about until the summer after you started high school. Bo had taken pleasure in explaining the dirty details, offering to give you a demonstration. You rejected him in disgust at how lewd he made the act sound, and until then, in Vincent’s arms, you didn’t understand how anyone could fall into that trap.

You whined softly when he pulled away from the kiss.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he signed.

“Why did you wait?”

He nodded toward the door. His mother. For how similar he and Trudy were, they always seemed to butt heads. Still, he was the son she spoke most highly of. Vincent, the focused, dutiful son who’d inherited his mother’s artistic ability and connection to the spiritual core of the town. Her feelings on Bo changed with the weather, though it seemed he was poised to become the public face of Ambrose. A good fit, he could talk his way in or out of almost anything. Lester kept a lower profile, but he was always around to help whenever someone needed a hand. If you were being honest with yourself, you thought he was the best fit to take over Trudy’s leadership duties in Ambrose, but she always had a clear preference for the twins.

With Vincent being Trudy’s favorite, she’d be incredibly selective about who his potential partner would be. All relationships in town had to be cleared by her. She’d shut people’s requests down for petty reasons. Now that you were Miss Ambrose, there was no reasonable way she could object to you being with Vincent.

“Maybe after the festival, we can ask her,” you whispered hopefully.

He nodded, though he practically jumped away from you when the door outside swung open, clanging against the brick wall behind it.

Bo stood in the doorway, a knowing grin on his face, partially obscured by the shadows. “Lookit you. Bagged Miss Ambrose herself. Never thought you had it in ya, Vinny.”

“What?” Vincent signed.

“Mama’s lookin’ for y’all. I can tell her you’re busy.”

Vincent rolled his eye at Bo, “We’ll be right there.”

When the door slammed shut, Vincent kissed you again, more quickly this time, and the two of you set off to find Trudy.

Still backstage, socializing of course, her time was a precious resource nearly everyone in town was vying for. The Miss Ambrose contest was as good of a time as any for people to catch a few minutes with her, bring up concerns or ask for advice while she was available. Her eyes lit up when she saw you and Vincent together.

“Just the people I wanted to see,” she said, as if she hadn’t sent Bo searching for you. “Vincent’s gonna be making the offering for the festival this year, some other things too to help his old mama out. Can’t do as much as I used to. You’ll help around too, won’t you?”

“I’d love to. Anything you need, just tell me.”

“You got a good head on your shoulders. Wouldn’t’ve dreamed of crownin’ those other two. Daphne had some nerve even competing after that stupid stunt she pulled last year,” Trudy spat.

The previous year, Daphne had publicly challenged Trudy on a new directive regarding new families that moved into town and their church attendance. It was an innocent enough remark, but the principle of the thing got to Trudy. She was spiteful and vindictive, one to hold a mean grudge, but you supposed those traits were necessary to be a leader like she was.

“Then that Christine’s a hussy. Tried to make my Bo stumble.”

You had a sinking feeling it was the other way around, and Bo had sold his mama some backwards story after his advances were spurned. You once heard someone say he could flirt the panties off of a nun. Not entirely untrue, but he was too impatient and entitled to accept anything other than complete compliance with his sexual desires.

“I’m sure you’re not surprised Louann’s daughter didn’t bother. Might’ve given you a run for your money,” she said, looking almost unimpressed by you for a split second.

“Well, I guess we’ll never know,” you said. “I can’t tell you enough how much this means to me.”

“You deserved it, honey. Gonna be a lot of work for you the next few weeks, but I think you can handle it.”

She shooed you away, telling you to go home before it got too dark. You almost laughed. In your small community, everyone knew each other. You were just as safe walking around at 2pm as 2am. Nothing bad ever happened in Ambrose. At least, not like the horrors of the outside world you’d gleaned from the few times you bothered to watch the nightly news. All it did was confirm how lucky you were to live in a place like Ambrose, where you wanted for nothing and had few worries, didn’t have to fear what could be lurking in the dark.

“I’ll walk her home,” Vincent volunteered.

Trudy nodded. “Good. You give my parents my best, now.”

“Of course, have a good night,” you said.

When you were a safe distance from the movie theater, far from wandering eyes, Vincent took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to the top of it. The walk to your house would be short, but you wished for miles more to spend walking alongside him. Alone. He stole half a dozen more kisses from you while the two of you dragged out the walk to your front porch. If not a kiss, then his hands would be on you–the small of your back to guide you along or intertwined with yours as his thumb brushed soft circles on the top of your hand.

“I’m not going to see much of you for a while, am I?” you asked softly as your house finally came into view.

He shook his head. From what you understood, the offering was the most important part of the Feast of St. Ambrose. He’d already gotten lost in his work, whether additions to the wax museum or personal projects, but something so crucial would be sure to consume him until the day arrived.

A sad smile spread across your lips, though you understood.

The next few days, you didn’t see much of Trudy or Vincent, instead helping around town with the various preparations for the Feast of St. Ambrose. You decorated the statue in the middle of town, an elaborate wax effigy of the patron saint, created by Trudy herself. As you covered it with carefully crafted floral wreaths and vines, people already began leaving small offerings at the base of the statue.

Just before the festival, you found time to visit Vincent, basking in the warmth of his studio, practically a furnace. Opera music grew louder as you approached. You’d spent time with him down there before, able to find your way from any of the subterranean entrances throughout town.

Either the music was too loud, or he was too entranced in his work to notice you enter. His broad back was turned to you as he leaned over a work table in deep focus. A woman. Nude, bound to the table yet seemingly unable to move otherwise. Still you heard them through her gag. Her moans. Vincent’s hands were all over her body, caressing her curves with care, fingers tracing her features. A blinding envy flashed through you.

“Vincent,” you snapped.

He turned around, shock that quickly twisted to rage. “What are you doing here?” he signed. “Get out!”

“No! Who is she?”

“It’s not what you think—“

“I’m Miss Ambrose!” you shouted. “Me! What does she have that I—“

“She’s the offering,” he signed.

You froze, your gaze shifting to the bound woman once more. “That’s not–you’re lying.”

“Why would I lie?”

“You’re going to kill her?”

He nodded. Her muffled screams grew louder. “The offering is killed and then encased in wax for St. Ambrose.”

No wonder photos weren’t allowed in the church during the festival. He eyed you cautiously, expecting you to run away screaming.

“Can I watch you do it?”

He hesitated.

“Please, Vincent?” you asked softly.

“I just don’t want you to think of me any differently.”

“For doing what’s right? For making sure we’re provided for? We’re not messed up. The rest of the world is.”

With a newfound confidence, he grabbed the knife on the tray next to the bound woman, and you watched in awe as he lifted his arm above her chest and swiftly plunged it perfectly through her heart. Before he could pull the knife from her still warm flesh, you placed your hand over his and dug the blade in a little deeper.

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sgtyaraya · 22 days

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"These guys....from group 141?"

After a long journey, the bus arrived at the place early in the morning, when the first rays of the sun had just begun to illuminate the area, and the morning dew glistened everywhere. The visitors were invigorated by the cool morning breeze. It would be nice to meet such a morning in silence and with the singing of birds, but of course this will not happen here, this morning for the local guys began with another training session, where the lookout from the tower was in full command, urging the fighters on. All this fuss reached Trudy's ears, she was quite cheered up, standing at the fence, behind which the guys were engaged. She was looking around, her eyes clinging to every detail, and then her attention was attracted by a couple of fighters standing nearby. They were discussing something among themselves, judging by their appearance, they were preparing for another mission or had just returned from it. Trudy studied them with interest, their appearance, remembering the conversation from the bus, how other recruits violently discussed group 141, and those who are in it, even naming the call signs of each member of the group. Both are wearing masks, one can be clearly seen, a guy in a mask with a skull, Trudy heard about him on the bus, only his eyes are visible, either tired or gloomy, it is not clear, because the eyebrows are hidden under the mask. And next to him, also wearing a mask, unfortunately, he was standing with his back to Trudy, holding a helmet in his hands. "They are...from group 141?" flashed through her head. Fearing that she would be noticed, she immediately stopped "drilling" them with her curious gaze.

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moecartoons · 5 months

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So, I've been thinking about my Cybersites AU again recently and fleshing it out some more. It's the one where, originally, the idea was simply just the trio all being from Cyberspace. [Or just Matt, or some variation of who is and who isn't.] Matt is from Mt. Olympus, Inez from Sensible Flats, and Jackie from Happily Ever After.

In this AU, I've decided Motherboard will be a stronger Goddess-like presence. At first, she'll have a physical form and be confined to Control Central. If she leaves it, she becomes weaker. And instead of the trio being accidentally roped into Cyberspace's problems, they'd be hand-picked by destiny, lol.

Motherboard was once told that her heir would betray her and it would be up to a child of her 'once most beloved cybersite' to find the other two. [I was going to say, like, daughters of harmony and magic, but... uh... that sounds familiar, doesn't it? Oops. I promise I'll find better prophecy titles for Jackie and Inez.] Motherboard thought this was nonsense until everything went down with Hacker and she found her powers beginning to weaken and become limited.

Mt. Olympus is one of the oldest Cybersites and Motherboard once had a very close relationship with it. Over the last few centuries, however, the Gods of the cybersite no longer see her as their Mother but as purely an outsider or even rival. Matthias' mother is one of the few Gods left who see Motherboard in good light so she is considered an outsider, which is also due in part her relationship with a minotaur.

So, Motherboard speaks to Matthias and tells him that he's to find two others to help her stop Hacker. He also gets to meet Digit and Dr. Marbles, but they're not allowed on this first journey as it has to be completely up to Matt to find the other two. Or possibly for the other two to find him.

I don't have all the details ironed out, but let's talk about Inez.

Inez is, by Matt's words, a sort of "princess" of Sensible Flats. Her Aunts, Judy and Trudy, brought her in after their brother died. They're highly protective of her. They agree, tho Judy reluctantly so, that she'll be raised be a Judge, not a Sheriff. And in the meantime, she's tasked with taking care of the town's garden and keep up moral. When things get dicey in the Old Western Cybersite, she's the first to be hidden away.

Of course, Inez wants to do more for the town and cybersite she loves. She's seen as far too young and priceless to be allowed to help in any bigger way, though. This is why when Matt, after seeing her skills and intelligence in helping prevent a Hack Attack, offers her to join the Cybersquad, she jumps on it.

Next is Jackie, who is a Fairy Godmother in training in the cybersite of Happily Ever After. She and a few other magical-types of Good are trained under Cinderella's Fairy Godmother. While the others are exceeding, she struggles to keep up. She can't grant wishes or preform tricks in a traditional sense.

She can only conjure up illusions, nothing real. It's considered mostly useless, especially by her self. She would tell you she's only good at flying and making pretty sparkles. This has forced her, however, to become skilled outside of magic. She can sew, cook, draw, act, and even fight better than most fairies can... without their magic, of course.

More than anything, she wants to help, and she fears that she'll fail her story without magic. Matt however thinks Jackie is very powerful, and she happily joins him and Inez. She thinks she can do more good in helping them and Cyberspace then failing back in HEA.

The three of them share a common want to help others and to be seen as more than what they are now.

Matt's story is either revealed at the beginning or throughout this journey. He's seen as a misfit on Mt. Olympus, the son of a Goddess and Minotaur, giving him Herculean-like abilities. He has a dangerous amount of knowledge on all the Gods' business, and his hubris is seen as that of believing he's anything more than dirt. And due to his father, his "Achilles' heel" is covered by the green chlamys.

Digit's story is largely unchanged, but his role is even more fatherly/Uncle-like due to the kids being from Cyberspace. He sees them more often, knows their parents/guardians, and they don't get to be invincible to some things in Cyberspace due to being Earthlies anymore. They also come to him, Dr. Marbles and ofc Motherboard more often and on their own, whether to visit or if they're seeking advice or help.

The trio also know Hacker on a slightly more personal level. While they may have only had a few encounters with him before while he attacks their Cybersties, they also know his story in real time. They were told stories of him being good since they were babies, and witness his betrayal, banishment, and revenge in real-time.

It is during this first adventure that Hacker gives Motherboard the virus. She may possibly lose her physical form, saved by Marbles and placed in a giant computer unless I come up with something else.

The Cybersquad's adventures continue from this point forward similarly to the show, except they have an extensive knowledge on Cyberspace, there's no mentions of Earth, and there's ofc possibilities for more stories surrounding their new backgrounds. If you read all the way to the end wow ty!

#cyberchase #cybersites au #matt #inez #jackie #matthias #digit #motherboard #hacker

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Who appears the most in Paperolimpiadi?

Here we have it! My magnum opus! This story has 27 characters and 250 pages! I spent multiple days on it, so you've got to read the full post, else you can't call yourself a real Atobibster (yes, I'm gatekeeping myself)!

As always I'll feel the need to mention that I only counted panels, and the page number is just calculated from the percentage!

Also, you might notice percentage numbers are a bit lower than usual. And that's of course because this is a very long ensenble story. I'll get more in to that later.

Oh, and there are probably spoilers for Paperolimpiadi! It's very good, so I'll reccomend reading it. It's very long, but if I calculate who appears most in it, you can read it!

Casey - 1 (panel) / 0.19 (pages) / 0.08% (of the story)

Zillia - 5 / 0.99 / 0.4%

O'Hara - 6 / 1.18 / 0.48%

Gallien - 8 / 1.58 / 0.63%

Owl Judge - 11 / 2.17 / 0.87%

Quibble - 17 / 3.36 / 1.35%

Fethry - 27 / 5.34 / 2.14%

Kildare - 30 / 5.94 / 2.38%

Beagle Boys - 31 / 6.14 / 2.46%

Brigitta - 33 / 6.53 / 2.61%

Sock and Gonz - 44 / 8.71 / 3.49%

Portis - 52 / 10.3 / 4.12%

Pete - 56 / 11.09 / 4.44%

Chen - 58 / 11.48 / 4.6%

Ducklien - 60 / 11.88 / 4.75%

Mae Wang - 64 / 12.67 / 5.07%

Trudy - 68 / 13.47 / 5.39%

Gyro - 76 / 15.05 / 6.02%

Jubal - 86 / 17.03 / 6.81%

Rockerduck - 105 / 20.8 / 8.32%

Mickey - 151 / 29.91 / 11.97%

Donald - 154 / 30.5 / 12.2%

Ellroy - 156 / 30.9 / 12.36%

Kim - 240 / 47.54 / 19.02%

HDL - 275 / 54.47 / 21.79%

Scrooge - 382 / 75.67 / 30.27%

(My thoughts and additional stats below!)

As Spectrus mentioned in his Inducks review Donald and Mickey never interact in this story. In fact despite how this story features both Mouseverse and Duckverse characters there aren't that many panels where we see both.

There are 53 panels where we see both Duckverse and Mouseverse characters. Which is about 4.2% of the story. It actually might not be low, it just feels low...

Anyways, let's look at the entry and exit stats. I decided to not count the first couple of pages of explanation and introduction, since that didn't feel like it was part of the story.

Owl judge - 8 (0.63%) / 23 (1.82%)

Gyro - 11 (0.87%) / 571 (45.25%)

Rockerduck - 16 (1.27%) / 315 (24.96%)

Scrooge - 28 (2.22%) / 1262 (100%)

HDL - 38 (3.01%) / 1262 (100%)

Donald - 40 (3.17%) / 1262 (100%)

Kildare - 41 (3.25%) / 163 (12.92%)

Fethry - 44 (3.49%) / 163 (12.92%)

Brigitta - 85 (6.74%) / 315 (24.96%)

Jubal - 85 (6.74%) / 315 (24.96%)

Quibble - 287 (22.74%) / 315 (24.96%)

Kim - 321 (25.44%) / 1262 (100%)

Chen - 374 (29.64%) / 1262 (100%)

Mae Wang - 401 (31.77%) / 1122 (88.91%)

Trudy - 480 (38.03%) / 819 (64.9%)

Portis - 588 (46.59%) / 763 (60.46%)

Pete - 588 (46.59%) / 819 (64.9%)

O'Hara - 592 (46.91%) / 660 (52.3%)

Beagle Boys - 608 (48.18%) / 655 (51.9%)

Ellroy - 664 (52.61%) / 920 (72.9%)

Mickey - 665 (52.69%) / 920 (72.9%)

Sock and Gonz - 959 (75.99%) / 1130 (89.54%)

Ducklien - 959 (75.99%) / 1134 (89.86%)

Gallien - 972 (77.92%) / 1134 (89.86%)

Zillia - 974 (77.18%) / 1134 (89.86%)

I didn't include Casey for this one because he only appeared in one panel in this one. That panel was panel number 594 at around 47.07%.

I also counted the first time we see some things. The first time we see the magical powder is at panel 342 or 27.1% of the story. The first time we see the camera is at 505 or 40.02%, and the last time we see it is at 1216 or 96.35%. The first time the games become relevant to the main plot (when Scrooge first gets the idea of using the camera for the games) is at 569 or 45.09%. The first time we go to Seoul (outside of flashbacks) is at 869 or 68.86%.

In Denmark this one was listed as an Uncle Scrooge story, and I think that's a reasonable choice. Although I don't think this story really has a main character. And whilst Scrooge does appear in all but one story his percentage in all those stories is usually pretty low. In fact, let's look at the top character's average percentage!

Donald - 16.83%

HDL - 24.6%

Rockerduck - 34.4%

Scrooge - 34.8%

Kim - 38.14%

Mickey - 50.19%

Ellroy - 51.62%

Alright, so this is obviously not what we should use to dertemine the main character... However it is an interesting thing to see.

Anyways, I think I'll leave it as this being a story with multiple characters. I think you could argue that each part has a main character, but I don't think the whole thing has one main character. But I do agree that Scrooge would be the one you should choose if you were to choose one!

#paperolimpiadi #romano scarpa #atobibas big counting project #scrooge mcduck

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Chicago PD Season 11 Episode 7

Voight

Awe. Poor Noah. He’s having nightmares.

Noah I don’t think just forgetting it is gonna work.

BUT HE HAS NOWHERE ELSE TO GO

A BODY?!

Oh the stapled eyes are still gross.

Oh it’s two of them.

She’s dismissive.

He wasn’t alone!

“Then our charges will be stronger”😂

Awe you got him a phone.

NO Keeping it in is unhealthy. I know it’s easier said than done but LET IT OUT

Oh man he blames himself for Paul’s death.

I was iffy on if it was the judge or not at first but he just made a face that makes me believe it’s him.

Oh Adam found something.

Why do I feel like something is going on with Noah?

Didn’t you just get that phone Noah? I know you’re full of trauma and maybe not thinking clearly right now but how does that work?

DAMNIT NOAH

Please don’t let Noah be dead. I don’t think Voight could take it.

Awe man. Noah.

Oh okay now it makes sense how he got the number.

There is about to be war.

Miscellaneous

A profiler? I miss Criminal Minds. By that I mean I miss Dr. Spencer Reid.

WHERE THE HELL IS TRUDY PLATT

Damn this was a good episode.

#one chicago #chicago pd #hank voight #Jo petrovic #hailey upton #dante torres #adam ruzek #kim burgess #kevin atwater #trudy platt

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Again with Trudy y’all!

Okay SO! We all know that Trudy HAS to have excellent taste in music. Like look at her.

I’m sure this woman has been gradually building up her musical library since she could afford it and now she has like 10 000 songs or something.

I think she sings a lot by herself like just jamming as she works on her kestrel or does stuff around the lab and eventually she starts sharing the music with Spider.

So it becomes like a mama-son thing for to give him one of her earpieces and they just sing at the top of their lungs together and have dance parties. Trudy used to be way more private about people seeing her sing or dance but like after the shit she’s gone through on Pandora it seems pretty trivial, plus it makes the kid happy so she’s just like whatever.

I also think that Trudy would have a great voice. Like I think she’d have a strong belt with a bit of a rasp to it (think kind of voice like Persephone from Hadestown’s voice). Like she can go pretty deep in her voice, her range is good. She can’t hit super high notes though, her throat tightens up at those and just like refuses to work.

Spider also has incredible range. He’s been a good singer since he was a kid both in Na’vi and in English and Spanish. He just has an ear for music and he loves it because it’s a different form of storytelling for him. He can hit those high notes even as he grows older, not like soprano level but mezzo-soprano or something.

Now I’m not enough of a music connoisseur to give a definitive look at what Truyd’s taste in music is but I can try from what I know. I think her vibe would be like 80s and 90s rock and some indie music. Like Spider, she also really listens to the lyrics of songs and not just the sound so most of her song collection has what she considers to be meaningful lyrics, with only a few staple generic pop songs that she can’t help but like. I think she’d be into indie music as well and some grunge. The type of music that comes to mind from my limited knowledge would be Paramore, Pink, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, Journey, Aerosmith, etc. I think she’d have some Taylor Swift songs up in there; though I’m not like a die hard Swiftie, I’ve listened to her lyrics and her writing is honestly great so yeah she’s on there. I also think her guilty pleasure would be musicals; she doesn’t even show Spider those at first because she had a bad experience for her fellow soldiers judging her about it when she first joined the army, but eventually Spider gets unlimited access to her collection. And he eats that shit up! Yet another form of storytelling for him to explore that mixes narrative and song and sound and she finds out because she finds him belting along to like a Heathers song or something cause he has already memorized the lyrics.

I also am so sure Trudy has some sort of sex playlist listed an an obscure name with some dirty songs. That isn’t really my area of expertise though so I don’t know what would be on there per se but yeah. Though I am picturing this one song I know called “Kiss or Kill”. I don’t think she’d have any songs on there that are like super explicit but more just capture the feeling of when she’s in a sexy mood. I’m also picturing Dove Cameron’s “Boyfriend” being on there.

And we can’t forget her roots! She’s gotta have a huge Spanish playlist. Again this is not my expertise but I have a friend who does know! So hopefully I will make like an update post for that to include some songs she would have on there soon! If anyone does have any ideas I’d love to hear them.

So yeah Spider and Trudy have song alongs and dance nights together and that fills my brain tbh.

If anyone is interested in submitting songs you think Trudy would listen to, I would love to see them and maybe make a playlist out of them to share on here!

#Trudy lives AU #Trudy is Spider’s mom #Trudy stan #I am Trudy’s wife #Spider Socorro #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #spider soccoro #spider soccorro

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incorrectsinclairbrothersquotes · 2 years

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Y/N: Today, we’ll be doing a contest to see who can do the best impression of Lester.

Y/N: They will be judged on voice, body language, and overall lack of flair.

Y/N: Let the contest begin!

Bo, monotone: I live with idiots.

Trudy: …

Victor: What are we doing?

Vincent: *High pitched noise*

Y/N: That’s your Lester impression?

Vincent: I can imagine them doing it.

*Later*

Lester: What are you all doing?

Y/N: We found a cat. *Shows them*

Lester: *High pitched noise*

Everyone:

Vincent: I KNEW IT!

#incorrect house of wax quotes #incorrect sinclair brothers quotes #house of wax #sinclair brothers #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #Trudy Sinclair #Victor Sinclair

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torreshalstead · 7 months

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I’ll show you mine - part 8

Summary - He didn’t fit. His clothes were too nice, his hair too neat, he was raising all the red flags for Hailey. She didn’t think he was part of the crew she was trying to take down, but why else would he be in such an establishment on a random Tuesday night? But then he muttered the words into her ear that she had least expected - ‘I’m police’.

Chapters - 8/?

Notes - thanks for the love on this story! The next update will be October 17th ❤️ AO3 Link

‘So how’s things upstairs?’ Trudy asked with a warm smile, her hands wrapped tightly around the steaming mug of coffee in front of her, the blueberry muffin sitting on the plate next to it remaining untouched at that moment.

‘It’s good,’ Hailey said, picking a piece off her own muffin and popping it into her mouth before continuing. ‘Voight’s got his own way of running things but the team works seamlessly together and it’s nice to finally feel a part of something bigger.’

Trudy nodded whilst she sipped on her coffee. ‘He appreciates his team, won’t let anyone say a bad word about them or treat them without the respect they deserve. You’ve landed on your feet up there Upton.’

From anyone else, the words could be tinged with a sense of judgement, that maybe it wasn’t a deserved promotion, but Hailey knew differently. Platt had a tough exterior sometimes but Hailey knew that she was proud of her and she was grateful after all this time to finally have ended up in the same district as the formidable desk sergeant. She wasn’t under her direct supervision but had heard from Kim that if patrol was needed to assist on a case then they got to work alongside Platt. Hailey clearly wasn’t the only cop who Trudy had had an influence over judging from Kim’s tone when she spoke about her.

‘Don’t I know it Sarge,’ Hailey smiled. ‘I think the guys are learning a lot too,’ she added, thinking of how she had never seen Adam work as hard or as intently as he did when Olinsky was peering over his shoulder. She had also heard directly from Jay just how impressed he was with Kevin - Hailey had made sure to tell the young cop directly, it was always nice to hear when someone had something positive to say about you.

‘Al says that Ruzek is a bit of a handful,’ Trudy cocked an eyebrow and Hailey chuckled with a little nod.

‘Yep, he’s definitely due a little polishing but Al seems to have the measure of him and isn’t letting him get away with crap, not that I did either,’ she tacked on quickly, not wanting it to seem like she had let any of Adam’s indiscretions slip through. But training two new members of the team without any support from the higher ups had been difficult on her own and she hadn’t been in the position to give either of her officers as much time as she would have liked.

‘Al also said that Ruzek had clearly had some very good habits drilled into him and he said he was impressed by the level he was already at,’ Trudy said with a hint of a proud smile.

Hailey’s shoulders deflated after the momentary need to defend herself and her actions, she should have known neither Trudy or Al would put in a dig like that - they weren’t like that.

‘That’s nice of him to say,’ Hailey said, concealing a grin behind her mug as she took a long gulp.

‘There’s not many detectives who would have put their own chances at a new assignment on the line for the sake of officers lower down the pecking order Upton. You did a good thing for those two,’ Trudy said and Hailey felt a surge of pride through her chest.

‘I had a good role model,’ she said, not needing to say anymore when Trudy’s cheeks reddened slightly when she realised Hailey had been talking about her.

‘But you’re getting on with everyone up there? Burgess can be a bit of a chatterbox but she’s got a good heart.’

‘Kim’s great,’ Hailey said, tugging on some of the memories of riding alongside the young officer over the past couple of weeks. ‘It’s nice to be able to impart some of my wisdom for want of a better word, onto another female cop. It’s not easy for us but that doesn’t mean we still can’t do a good job.’

‘Exactly,’ Trudy said, finally taking a bite of her muffin in between sentences. ‘And you and Halstead?’

Hailey almost choked on her coffee, the blood rushing to her cheeks and her palms suddenly sweaty as if she had just run a marathon. ‘What?’ She said, eyes wide.

‘Well he’s the other detective up there we hadn’t mentioned,’ Trudy said calmly but Hailey could spot a glimmer in her eyes and the slight tilt to her head. ‘And he’s close to your age so figured you’d have a lot in common.’

‘Oh, well-’ Hailey stammered. ‘Yeah, he’s a great cop. Ummm…’ she was struggling to find the words but not discussing Jay would make it even more obvious that they had something to hide rather than talking about him normally as a colleague. ‘We worked well together on the Harrison case and I know he’s a great guy for Atwater to learn from too.’ That was all true, and Hailey hoped it had been enough to convince the desk sergeant to move onto another topic of conversation. But no such luck.

‘And he’s not bad to look at either,’ Trudy said nonchalantly, looking at Hailey over the rim of her mug, eyes sparkling with knowing.

‘Well I guess not,’ Hailey said, flustered. She wsan’t wrong and denying Jay was good looking was a foolish endeavour. The man could stop traffic.

‘I heard he’s single,’ Trudy added flippantly.

‘I wouldn't know,’ Hailey said calmly. ‘But I’m focused on the job right now. Adding a man to the mix would only complicate matters.’

‘Men do that,’ Trudy said. ‘But sometimes complexity is worth it.’

And with that, she downed the last of her coffee, took a final bite out of her muffin and stood up. ‘Thanks for the coffee Upton,’ she said before heading towards the exit leaving a bewildered Hailey in her wake. Was Platt trying to play matchmaker or was she just letting Hailey know that she had seen through her and Jay’s little facade? The woman was harder to read than Ulysses.

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They had been sitting in the car for over 3 hours and there hadn’t been an inch of movement within the house. It had been a long shot this stakeout, they only had it third hand that this was the location that the brother of their suspect was squatting in. It had been Kevin’s idea that he might contact his brother, they had been caught together on multiple occasions previously so it had been a good idea initially. But 3 hours later, Hailey’s arse had gone numb, she could go a coffee and was desperate for something to eat.

Kim had kindly shared the bag of cashew nuts she had been nibbling on but what Hailey really fancied was chocolate. She made a mental note to pick some up on the way to Jay’s later. They hadn’t spent every night together for the past few weeks, but Hailey could count on one hand the number of times they had slept apart. They alternated most of the time, although Hailey’s apartment was a little further out from the district so less chance they would be caught together, so they frequented it slightly more often.

They had planned to order takeout that evening and there wasn’t much more of a plan than that but Hailey imagined their clothes wouldn’t stay on for very long. She couldn’t help it, if she spent longer than 10 minutes in the same room as Jay, she was longing to feel his skin against hers. She was insatiable, like a teenager who’d been hit by the hormone train and discovered the wonders of the opposite sex.

‘So how frowned upon is it to date another cop?’ Kim asked abruptly, pulling Hailey out of her Jay filled daydreams.

‘I mean technically it’s allowed,’ Hailey said, treading carefully as she wasn’t sure where Kim’s question had appeared from. ‘There’s issues involved if there’s a difference in ranks or it affects your ability to handle yourself on a case.’ Hailey glanced over at her partner and noticed that Kim was chewing on her bottom lip nervously. ‘What makes you ask?’

‘Well, I think Adam likes me,’ Kim admitted, blushing slightly but Hailey could see the bashful smile peeping through. ‘And I just didn’t know whether to do anything about it.’

‘Do you like him back?’ Hailey asked, suddenly feeling like she had been thrown back into middle school. It was adorable though, she had clocked Adam’s crush on Kim from the moment they had started working together.

‘Yeah,’ Kim said, looking over at Hailey with a smile before turning her attention back to the house they were watching.

‘Then if you want to go for it, go for it,’ Hailey said. ‘But just remember, you’ll have it harder than he will,’ she added honestly.

‘Man’s world,’ Kim huffed and Hailey nodded in agreement.

‘Unfortunately, we get branded differently for doing the exact same thing. But if you think he’s worth it, then sometimes you have to deal with the repercussions,’ Hailey said, but a small part of her wondered if she was talking about Kim’s situation, or her own.

‘Voight’s not a fan of in-house relationships,’ Kim said, her previously happy demeanour vanishing and her shoulders sagging.

‘From what I’ve heard, he’s not a fan of relationships that impact the team or the work we do. If you can prove that yours and Adam’s relationship isn’t detrimental to the unit, he doesn’t have a leg to stand on if he wants to argue about it.’ Now Hailey was certain she wasn’t just talking about Kim.

‘I guess you’re right,’ Kim said. ‘I think he is worth it, he’s so sweet.’ Kim continued to ramble on about Adam and all of his positive attributes for the final 30 minutes of their stake out. It was cute to hear really, Kim was clearly infatuated by the young officer Hailey had brought over from Narcotics. And from what Hailey had seen, Adam felt the same. She would need to have a word with him though. For only having known Kim a short while, she felt unusually protective and she wouldn’t have Adam messing her around. Somehow she didn’t think he would though, kid was like a giant teddy bear.

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‘How was your day?’ Jay asked when she finally appeared at his apartment that evening, a bag full of chocolate bars from the store on the corner tightly clutched in her hand. They had barely seen each other all day, when she and Kim had returned from their stakeout, he had taken Kevin down to the gym at the academy to teach him some hand to hand combat. He had thought Kevin could benefit from it and Atwater had jumped at the chance for some one on one instruction, especially from a decorated detective like Jay.

‘It was good,’ Hailey said as she kicked off her shoes and dropped down onto the couch with a soft thud. ‘Kim and I had a good chat in the car, turns out she’s got a crush on Adam.’

‘Oh really,’ Jay said, intrigued.

‘Yep, asked me about dating another cop. I couldn’t exactly stand on my soapbox mind you, when you and I almost got caught feeling each other up in the break room,’ she chuckled as she accepted the beer that Jay passed her. Clearly he had been waiting to open them until she got home, she appreciated the small gesture.

‘Well, you looked so good in your jeans. I couldn’t resist,’ he said with a smirk.

‘I wear my jeans everyday Jay,’ Hailey shook her head, still grinning.

‘And I can’t resist everyday,’ Jay said, reaching over to tug her legs into his lap so she was facing him on the couch. She smiled as he ran his hands up and down her calves slowly, his eyes sparkling with desire.

‘But seriously Jay,’ Hailey said, tilting her head slightly to indicate the change in tone in conversation. ‘She said Voight hates in-house relationships. How much shit are we going to be in when he finds out?’

Jay sighed, pulling her legs just a little closer to him. ‘Not enough for him to do anything apart from grumble about it and maybe throw his toys out the stroller.’

‘Really?’ Hailey asked, Jay knew Voight better than she did after all.

‘Really,’ Jay said seriously. ‘Just got to show him how our relationship doesn’t have an impact on our ability to do out job and how valuable you are to the team.’ Jay winked and Hailey felt a small amount of the dread that had been sitting on her chest since her talk with Kim lift slightly.

‘How valuable I am, what about you?’

‘I can hold my own against Hank, I’m not worried,’ Jay squeezed her leg. ‘And we still have one ace up our sleeve.’

‘And what’s that?’ Hailey asked curiosuly.

‘It’s a pre-existing relationship Hailey,’ Jay said, with added dramatic flair and Hailey had to laugh. Somehow even when she started to spiral, Jay knew exactly what to say to bring her out of it.

‘For all of 24 hours,’ she poked him in the side but the smile didn’t shift from her cheeks.

‘And what a wonderful 24 hours they were, do you need me to remind you?’ His eyes darkened and Hailey clenched her legs together subconsciously.

‘I could do with a refresher I guess,’ she flirted back, sliding herself into his lap, threading her hands through his hair and pulling his mouth to hers in a fierce kiss.

#upstead #hailey upton #jay halstead #chicago pd #upstead fic #one chicago #chicago pd fanfiction #upstead fanfiction #hailey x jay #chicago pd fanfic #chicago pd fic #upstead fanfic

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