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Broken Machinery

Pt. 6 (completed series)

Series masterlist

Connor RK800 x fem!reader

A/N: I’ve just got this weakness for one love interest calling the other baby while they’re injured. I can't help myself 

Content Warnings: Cussing (duh), shots fired, asshole government agents, me not knowing what android parts are called (everything’s getting called a bio component idc), nothing too bad honestly just one near death experience and existential crisis

Word Count: 3.3K

Series Summary: You and your grumpy partner Anderson gain a new addition to the team. He’s supposed to be CyberLife’s best, but there’s something not quite right with his programming, and the problems seem to revolve around you.

“You know, you really scared me up there.”

“How do you think I felt?” 

You might have gone a little crazy, back there, you nearly broke a few toes beating the shit out of Connor.

It was like you were so blinded by your rage you just went into a trance. There was thirium eveywhere, Hank and Chris both had to grab you to get you off him. One of the deputies had to take him to CyberLife for repairs. 

Serves him right. 

Hank had immediately driven you to the hospital afterwards. Despite your incoherent garbling that you were ‘in tip-top shape.’

He was sitting in your room with you and for the last forty minutes since the doctor left, he had been staring into the coffee he got at the vending machine. Not talking, not looking at you, you had almost begun to believe he had passed out. 

He was still staring at his coffee as he spoke. “I’m not talking about the roof. I knew I’d catch you.” There was an absolute certainty to his words, like there was no other possible outcome he would have accepted except your survival. 

You wanted to be happy, wanted to feel like you had a dad that loved you and would risk falling off a roof with you, rather than let you go. 

But you knew that he saved you out of a feeling of duty. He saved you because he couldn’t lose two kids. Not for any other reason. Sometimes you felt like he was more of an android than Connor. 

“Back there, what you did to Connor,” your shoulders stiffened in defense. You didn’t need to hear that you look like a rabid badger when you’d gone after him. You already knew that you went a little insane. Hank raised his hands in defense before you could go on another rant. “Hey, I’m not saying the fucker didn’t deserve it, I’m just saying I was…. I was scared, okay?”  

He finally looked at you now, and you almost wished he hadn’t. For years all you’ve seen was a vacant look or drunken rage. 

Now, there was something there. Something real, and it hurt. It physically hurt to see the pain in his eyes. The raw grief and loss. 

He seemed to lose track of what he was saying, caught up in one rare moment of actually allowing himself to feel instead of masking it with rage or drinking it away. “I feel like I lost you both.”

You didn’t know what to say. There were no words of comfort you could offer him. No white lies he would accept. 

And there were none you were willing to give, because he was right. 

He had lost you both in that car crash. 

Amanda was waiting for Connor in a boat. It was clear he was expected to row her, his resistance at the unspoken order was surprising. 

“I love this place, it’s all so calm and peaceful. Far from the noise of the world. Tell me, what have you discovered?”

Connor felt the need to keep the development in his relationship with you to himself. Amanda wouldn’t understand why he was living with you. She surely wouldn’t approve of his newly prioritized mission. 

PROTECT Y/N

“I found two deviants at the Eden Club, I had hoped to learn something but…” There had to be a way to phrase this that she wouldn’t know the truth behind his actions. “They managed to escape.”

“That’s too bad,” she saw right through him. “You seemed so close to stopping them.” Connor chose to row rather than speak. “You seem… lost Connor. Lost and perturbed.”

Connor debated being sincere with her. If anyone had advice or could tell him what to do about what he’s been going through, it would be Amanda. 

“I thought I knew what I had to do, but now I realize it’s not that simple.”

“You had your gun trained on those deviants at the Eden Club.” There was a forced replay of the footage at the club. It felt so invasive that they could reach through him and rip out what they wanted. 

“Why didn’t you shoot?” 

He chose to tell the truth, “I don’t know, I don’t know.”

He knew he made the wrong choice immediately after. At least he hasn’t told her about you.

But, his doubt was concerning. His main concern should be the mission, now, he’s not so sure. 

“If your investigation doesn’t make progress soon, I may have to replace you, Connor.”

He wasn’t sure how to feel about the idea of being replaced. If it was for the sake of the mission then he should be willing to do anything. Yet, the idea of being deactivated made him feel… wrong, almost angry. 

“I understand.”

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

“Something’s happening, something serious. Hurry, Connor. Time is running out.” The ominous warning left Connor with a feeling of pressure on his chest. 

Hank kept tapping his foot and staring at Connor as he flipped his coin. You smiled at his irritation. “How do you do that?” 

Connor stopped toying with the coin to give you his full attention. It was a bit intimidating when he stared at you full force. He’d seemed irritated this morning when you left the house to come to the news tower. 

The stormy look on his face was still present and now directed at you. It was an effort not to pick at your nails. 

You’d been trying to stop, everytime Connor would catch you he’d shoot you a warning glare before slapping your hands apart and taking them in his own. Although, sometimes you did it because he would interlace your fingers together. As pathetic as it was, the feeling of his skin against yours was soothing. 

He blinked a lot before the look on his face lightened and he tilted his head, “The coin trick?” Connor demonstrated again for you, flipping it between his fingers. You nodded and he flicked it back and forth between both hands before Hank finally snapped. 

He yanked it out of the air, “You’re starting to piss me off that coin, Connor.” 

“Sorry, Lieutenant,” he put the coin back in his pocket. “I’ll show you later,” he paused before finally adding, “at home.” Your cheeks felt warm as a smile slowly crept along your face. He’d never referred to your house like that, it brought you joy knowing that you could provide somewhere comforting for him. 

“The fuck did you just say?” Hank turned towards you, “Is he staying with you?”

You reached forward and clicked the button for the floor a couple times. How slow was this freaking elevator? 

“Were you not aware of that, Lieutenant?”

“No I wasn’t.” Hank shot you a disbelieving look, you slunked your way behind Connor, avoiding both of their gazes. 

“I found her passed out on her couch in a distressing condition. I’ve opted to stay with her and help her take care of herself while she heals.” 

Hank looked around Connor at you, “You didn’t tell me you needed help.”

“You didn’t ask.”

You were the first out of the elevator. “Hey, Y/N.”

You took in the multitude of SWAT and CSI agents. “Shit, what’s going on here? Was there a party and nobody told me?”

Chris scoffed, “That’s an understatement. It’s all over the news, so everybody’s been butting their nose in. Even the FBI wants a piece of the action.”

“Fuck me, that’s the last thing we need. Some FBI prick trying to take over.”

Hank walked up to the two of you, “Now we got the Feds on our back, I knew this was gonna be a shitty day. So what do we got?”

“A group of four androids. They knew the building, and they were all very well organized.”

You glanced back at Connor and gave him a narrowed eyed look. “Well if I know anything about androids,” you turned around again. “It’s that their real good at getting their hands on things they shouldn’t have. They probably managed to download the building schematics.”

“Building plans or not, I’m still trying to figure out how they got this far without being noticed.”

“Maybe they had some help,” Chris seemed a little surprised at your words. 

“What are you saying, they had someone on the inside?” You nodded absently at Hank's question as you took a look around the hallway where the deviants ambushed two guards. 

It’s definitely the least violent, hostile takeover you’ve ever seen. No casualties, only a few woozy guards and one technician in shock. 

Hank examined some bullet holes in the wall. “How many people were working here?”

“Just two employees and three androids.” You let Hank take over the rest of the briefing while you examined the evidence around the room. “The deviants took the humans hostage and broadcast their message live. They made their getaway from the roof.”

“The roof?”

“Yeah, they jumped with parachutes. We’re still trying to figure out where they landed,” do they know anything? “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.” 

You made your way over to the broadcasting room. Someone in a trench coat was standing in the middle of the room, blocking you from looking around. 

“Lieutenant, detective, this is Special Agent Perkins from the FBI. Lieutenant Anderson and Detective Y/L/N are in charge of investigating for Detroit Police.” Connor walked over the the group of you. 

SA Perkins nodded towards him, “What’s that?” You got immediate douchebag vibes from him. 

“My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.”

You wanted to face palm, did they not program him with any other greetings?

“Androids investigating androids, huh? You sure you want an android hanging around?” The irony wasn’t lost on you, but he didn’t have to be a dick and act like Connor wasn’t standing right in front of him. Hank scoffed, seemingly prepared to dismiss him, but SA Perkins wasn’t done yet. 

“After everything that happened…” The insinuation had your hands curling into fists. He didn’t even know the two of you, yet he thought he had the right to speak about something he knew jack shit about. You had taken a half a step forward before someone’s hand was on your wrist, stopping you. 

You looked down expecting to see Connor, instead Hank was gently holding your arm. He didn’t look at you, just kept staring at Perkins until the agent had made himself uncomfortable. You got a sickening amount of satisfaction at the way he crumpled under Hank's stare. 

“Whatever, soon the FBI will take over and you’ll be on another case.”

“Pleasure meeting you.” Hank was clearly done entertaining the rat faced asshole. 

“Have a nice day,” you gave him the fakest smile you could muster until he just scoffed

“Don’t fuck up my crime scene.” 

You watched him walk away, “I really wish you had let me just knock him down a peg.”

Hank gave you a long suffering look, “He would have had your badge faster than you could blink. God, what a fuckin’ prick.”

“I’d kill to see that asshole humbled.”

“Let’s have a look around,” Hank started towards the broadcasting desk. 

You made your way to the stairs, “I’ll check out the roof,” your foot was almost on the step, but then Connor appeared in front you out of nowhere. So close. 

“I think that’s unwise. You should stay somewhere both Hank and I can keep a watch over you, you’re still injured.” He made a pointed look towards your sling. You huffed out in frustration, his coddling was getting out of hand. 

“I’m a big girl, Connor, and you’re a detective bot. Not a caretaker, act like it.”

Connors head tilted and he squared his shoulders. Oh, this was about to be an argument. “You told me to prioritize my partners safety.”

Damn, that was really biting you in the ass. “Oh, well depriotize it.” Connor crossed his arms and stared you down, you really didn’t need him making a scene but shutting down on the stairwell to make a point. 

You threw your one good hand up in surrender, “Fine! Whatever,” you stood by the desk and sulked. He seemed way too smug as he walked off. 

“I’ve identified its model and serial number.”

Hank continued to stare at Connor, “Anything else I should know?”

“No. Nothing.” He didn’t know why he lied, but for some reason Connor didn’t want Hank or Y/N to know that the android leading the revolution was from the same line of androids he was. 

He was confused, he was RK800, a prototype and supposed to be the only one of his kind. Yet he was staring up at an RK200. He’s never thought about why he was 800, there was no reason to. But If he had, he would have assumed that his predecessors were just failed versions of himself  that couldn’t pass the Turing test. 

He would be wrong, because here in front of him was something completely different from himself.

What was CyberLife hiding? 

“You okay, Connor?” He was brought out of his stupor by the sound of your voice. He looked towards you, your arm was still in its sling, your hair still in the braids he had done for you and the jacket and jeans he had helped you dress in. Focusing on all these little things about you was helping him remember what he had to do. What he came to the tower for in the first place. 

He observed the slight tilt to your head and the suspicion on your face, “I’m fine. You?” 

Your eyes held the same untrusting gaze before you just nodded your head and moved to the other side of the room. Connor examined each piece of evidence, reconstructing the scene of the crime. SWAT came in through the hallway, shooting at the group of deviants and managing to hit one. They then made their escape towards the roof. 

He debated between the roof and investigating the androids in the break room. One of them was in charge of monitoring security, they would have seen the deviants making their way through the building and not have informed anyone. A deviant was somewhere in there. 

He knew that if he went up to the roof, inevitably you would follow, he didn’t want to run the risk of you getting further damaged. Connor made his way towards the break room. You lifted your head from the security footage you were examining to briefly glance at him as he passed by, before going back to reviewing the video. 

Three androids were lined up along the wall of the break room. One of them was deviant. 

LOOK FOR A REACTION TO SPOT THE DEVIANT

He turned towards the one on the far left, “What is your function?”

“I am a broadcast operator.” Connor’s eyes narrowed, its eyes were blinking continuously while answering. Connor didn’t recognize that behavior in any of the other androids standing before him. He continued questioning the one on the far left. 

“State your model.”

“Model JB300. Serial number 336 445 581.”

Connor turned to the android in the middle, still keeping one eye on the other one. “Were you present when the deviants broke in?”

“I do not remember.” The one on the left turned its head to face Connor before quickly looking away. 

He’d found the deviant.  

“Has anybody accessed your memory recently?”

“Not to my knowledge.” Deviants could lie, he wasn’t going to get any information out of it this way. He needed to switch to more aggressive tactics. 

“One of you saw the attack on the surveillance cameras and said nothing. Which means there is a deviant in this room… and I’m going to find out which one it is.” He hovered over the one on the left. 

“You’re going to be switched off. We’re gonna search your memory and tear you apart piece by piece for analysis. You’re going to be destroyed! Do you hear me? Destroyed!” It wouldn’t budge. 

Deviants could feel, perhaps if he used empathy against it, it would be more willing to provide information. 

“Why should all of you be destroyed, if only one is deviant? Turn yourself in, or two innocent androids will be shut down because of you. If you give yourself up, maybe I can convince my humans not to destroy you.” 

He switched tactics again, “The deviants have just been caught. They gave you up.” The one on the left’s LED was fully red now. “There’s no point in lying. We know everything.”

He was successful in revealing the deviant, but not in the way he wanted to. It lunged at him, taking him by the throat and slamming him into the counter. Connor struggled fighting off the androids hands and trying to shove him off. The android reach down and ripped Connors core component out, stabbing him in the hand with a knife and nailing him down to the counter. 

Connor had two minutes to shutdown, he kicked a chair nearby across the room, “Y/N, help! I need help…”

Connors optic units were failing, everything around him was going in and out of focus. He barely managed to tug the knife out of his hand before collapsing on the floor. 

He crawled as close as he could towards the component, instructing each arm to move one at a time, they gave out nearly a foot away from the device. 

Just as you came barreling into the room. “Connor!” You rushed over to him and dropped down to your knees, your hands were shaking as you rolled him over. “Connor, oh my god, oh god it’s okay. You’re okay.” Your hands were hovering over him, unsure where to touch before finally landing on his face. “It’s alright, you’re gonna be fine baby.”

Your eyes left his and you looked around for something. You let out a shuddering breath and moved away from him. His arm grabbed yours without prompting. 

He didn’t want….

Didn’t want what?

He couldn’t want or desire he was an android, yet deep inside he knew… 

He didn’t want to die. 

He didn’t want to die alone.

“Connor, I’ll be right back, it’s gonna be okay,” but it wouldn’t be. Shutdown was imminent and Connor knew that whatever progress he made would be erased. And whoever replaced him would prioritize the mission, they wouldn’t care if you were going to die. Your life would mean nothing to them. 

That was more terrifying than the thought of dying. 

You finally managed to rip your arm free and then you were shoving something in his hands. “Here!” When he made no move to look at what it was, you ripped it back out. “Fuck, Connor!” 

His body shot forward and you caught him by the shoulders before he could fall over. You had slammed the component back into his core. 

DIAGNOSTIC 

Memory…. 100%

Optics…. 100%

Auditory…. 100%

He dismissed the rest of the diagnostic check and rushed out of the room. He slipped and slammed into a wall on the way out, his body still calibrating. He ignored your shouts and continued after the deviant. 

It was nearly to the elevator by the time he caught up, “It’s a deviant stop it!” The android grabbed the rifle from the SWAT agent's hand. Connor processed the quickest possible options for him to take. 

BANG

The deviant was on the ground, deactivated by the gun Connor had swiped from the police officer next to him. 

“Nice shot, Connor,” Hank helped Chris back to his feet. He gave Connor an appreciative look just as you ran into the room. 

“I heard gunshots, are you okay?” You were looking at Connor, waiting for an answer, a frantic look about you. 

Was he okay?

He didn’t know anymore?  

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

“You saved human lives, you saved my life,” it was the warmest he’d ever seen Hank. 

Yet the only response he could give was, “I wanted it alive.”

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Detroit: Become Human, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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The links to the illustrations and dialogues' guides of each character: Illustrations, Objectives, Amanda, Devon, Roy, Thomas

The personalities associated to some answers are represented by emojis in this guide. ❤️ represents the sweet personality, 💛 the energetic personality, and 💚 the rebel one.

Colors are also used to show the positive and negative reactions the characters can have depending on our responses. Positive in this green, negative in this dark pink, and illustration in this yellow. Unknown results are depicted with a simple non-colored (?), and no indication means no consequences.

Keep in mind that this guide is still unsure, if you notice errors or have more infos you wish to share, please do not hesitate!

Other Characters

Zahra: Actually, what are your expectations for this fresh start, Y/N? 💛 I want to succeed in my new job! (+5 with Tasha) 💚 I want to get my revenge. ❤️ Frankly, I just hope that it will go better than at EMPC… (-5 with Tasha?)

Zahra: What a horrible experience, he could have cause Y/N to give up on love forever! ❤️ Don't worry about that, Mom. 💚 I'm going to ignore the advice of a sixteen-year-old. (Negative with Tasha) 💛 For sure, the next guy who tries to play me isn't going to get off easy. (Positive with Tasha)

Uncle Archibald: I didn’t know, however, that you’ve taken up residence here as well… 🦆️ Well, for now, I’m living with Mom. (Worky-Worky outfit for Taki) ❌ I didn’t really have the choice, to be honest. ❌ It’s very recent, I just got here…

Elenda and Brune: For us to ask you another three hundred questions? 💛 It’d be ideal if you could write them down, that way I can answer them at my own pace. (+5 with Brune) 💚 Everything’s fine, thanks, and I did find my desk. ❤️ That makes only three questions for now, I think I can handle that. (+5 with Elenda)

Elenda and Brune: I think we’re much better off here, in the end. ⤷ Let’s say that it was… a learning experience. But I wanted to move on to something else. ⤷ I think so too. The mood there was really horrible. (+5 with Elenda) ⤷ The company in itself was okay… But the people that worked there… (+5 with Brune)

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Episode 1 - After the Rain Comes the Sun

Brune: For us to ask you another three hundred questions?

Everything’s fine, and thanks, and I did find my desk. (/)

It’d be ideal if you write them all down, that way I can answer them at my own pace. (+)

That only makes three questions for now, I think I can handle that. (+Elenda)

Archibald: I didn’t know, however, that you’ve taken up residence here as well…

It’s very recent, I just got here…

I really didn’t have a choice, to be honest.

Well, for now, I’m living with Mom. (+)

Amanda: You must be the new girl. I’m Amanda de Lavienne.

Yes! I’m ___! Shall we hug? (-)

I take it you must be the old girl! I’m ___ (/)

(I shook her hand, smiling.) (+)

Amanda: Can I do something for you?

Maybe… I’m still getting my bearings… (+)

Uh…No. I thought the room would be empty…sorry.

Amanda: I come from a very privileged family, I’m not going to disown them after all!

There’s no shame there, but I don’t really like interrogations.

You’re right. I’m not ashamed of it, moreover, on the contrary.

No, of course not. It’s just that I don’t like to put my life on display. (+)

Amanda: …

(I hurried to help her pick everything up.) (+)

(Out of curiosity, I took advantage of the situation to try and read what was on the papers…)

(I didn’t move. Tough luck for the queen bee.)

Devon: Yes ___. You can come in.

(I walked inot the office, he motnioned for me to sit down.) (+)

No, that’s nice of you, but I don’t want to bother you.

Devon: Maybe you’d like for us to sign your contract? I have it here…

Sure! It’s crazy how fast things can go! (/)

Great! I was almost expecting to have an interview. (/)

Devon: Saying no wasn’t really an option.

Great…Yet again, it’s my mom who’s done everything. (+)

For sure, otherwise she could have purchased the entire company.

Really? IF that’s why, then I’d prefer to look elsewhere!

Devon: And when you’re done, you can sign…

Would it be a problem if I took it home to read?

It’s fine, I trust you.

(I took a moment to quickly read through the different pages.) (+)

Roy: I wonder how I didn’t notice you, actually…

No problem, It’s the same for me when I run. (+)

Is that really your best pick-up line? (-)

It’s not a big deal, it happens. (/)

Roy: …

Sorry this is too weird.

I’m going to go, before I can no longer look away from the abs, so…

Everyone here knows you do…what, exactly? (+)

Roy: Two sets of fifty. I don’t want to wear myself out either…

Okay, I didn’t mean to bother you…I’ll leave you alone.

Oh yeah, of course! After a run, a hundred push-ups…It’s the bare minimum!

In two sets> Lightweight! (+)

Thomas: And apparently, it can only be done at the crack of dawn…So here I am.

It won’t be dawn for much longer, we shouldn’t dawdle! (-)

And that’s why you’re late? (/)

You’re not a morning person? Me neither…(+)

Thomas: …

I’m sorry you have to do all this for me…(-)

It’s crazy, one might almost believe that you don’t like paperwork! (/)

I totally agree: paperwork sucks. (+)

Thomas: The quality is good, and you’re facing forward.

Well…Mayve you could have asked for my opinion before…(/)

Okay…But we’re going to redo the badge with the photo I brought .(-)

Actually, it’s rather funny…I think I’ll get used to it! (+)

Thomas: It’s a photo of you, you’re recognizable, and you’re beautiful…No?

Really, you think so? 

Are you trying to sweeten the pill with flattery?

In this case, not really, no.

Thomas: All together, it’s a pretty logical deduction.

It’s my mother who’se rich…not me. 

Yes, my mother is an architect and is quite well known in the industry.

I’ll like for you to keep the comments to yourself.

Thomas: …

Never mind. Can I take a little tour myself, to get situated? 

Maybe you could show me around…

I was hoping you’d introduce me to everyone! 

Thomas: …

Nothing, I’m good, thanks…

Well, what would you like?

Let me see what there is… (+)

Thomas: …

A coffee would be great. (+)

A hot cocoa, if it’s good. (+)

A tomato soup. It sounds comforting…

#my candy love new gen walkthrough #my candy love new gen #my candy love new gen help #my candy love new gen episode 1 #MCL: NG #After the Rain Comes the Sun

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This... Is BGNN

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Zack Snyder teases ‘ridiculous scale’ RPG set in the universe of his new Netflix film — He’s good at sequences and set pieces, but I’m not sure Zack has successfully delivered a whole film at this point in his career… so I’m not expecting much from his even grander ambitions.

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Ball games: did Prue Leith know she was wearing a suggestive necklace? — No, she didn’t. But it’s still priceless.

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Woman on speakerphone in Uber called in bomb threat to Walmart to prevent boyfriend's shoplifting arrest — I don’t relish one more person being tossed into the jaws of the Prison Beast, but on the other hand, some people are too moronic and self-centered to be running around loose.

Flexibility is important — 🍿

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#news #Youtube

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I feel like Sam’s arc has also been learning that it’s okay not to be able to please everyone. Because all the way back to S1, she struggles with trying to make her dad and Miguel happy without hurting or disappointing the other. Even when you get to the beginning of S4 she’s still trying to constantly make her dad proud/happy/live up to his expectations. I know Daniel loves her and isn’t consciously trying to do something negative in his parenting. But he’s too overbearing with wanting Sam to, as Amanda put it in S1, his “Mini-Me”. Which is ironic with his vastly different approach with Anthony. Sam feels this so much that in 4x01 the main reason she goes to try to get Robby to rejoin Miyagi-Do is because of overhearing Daniel talking about how much he wants Robby back a few scenes earlier. So, it’s almost cathartic when Johnny tells her to just do what she wants for a change in 4x03 (despite it not being in the best way). That’s kind of why I do love Sam in S4. She’s not doing things to make everyone else happy, she finally doing something for herself. I hope they continue this in S4, without having to do a “Dark Sam” arc. Sam coming to a healthy realization that she doesn’t have to please everyone, but still doing the right thing, would be a nice way of her finding balance

This is why I’m so opposed to the “dark” version of Sam being Cobra Kai. That’s not what would contribute best to her arc. What would contribute is meeting a version of herself that couldn’t live up to expectations, who couldn’t overcome her trauma (aka who never went to therapy for it, or never saw it through to the end). A version of herself with all her flaws on display.

What would contribute is Sam thinking she has to fight this version of herself, thinking this is a “dark” version…but realizing…no, this is just her. This is her without her support system, without the strength to go on…a part of herself, a reason to not give up. This is a version of herself that desperately needs a hug, needs validation, needs love. And in giving her other self this validation and love, Sam is also giving it to herself, accepting all parts of herself fully as she is.

It won’t magically cure her PTSD, iirc that type of thing can’t really be cured. But Sam desperately needs to learn the self-love, I-can-be-my-own-person, love-is-not-earned lesson. That will contribute to managing her PTSD and helping her on days when it gets especially hard.

(It’s why I wanted more Sam & Johnny content…and Daniel being shown to be more clearly jealous of that bond as he realizes how good Johnny is for Sam as a mentor. But we barely got enough of that, and Johnny was also written awfully this season anyway, and he’s not been a great mentor lately, so maybe it’s for the best)

#cobra kai #sam larusso #samantha larusso #like..i’ve said variations on this before #‘dark sam’ as an idea makes me wary #because i’m not sure the writers really understand what that needs to be for sam #anti johnny lawrence

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Eurovision Semifinal 1: 

As usual I avoided spoilers during the day and watched after work.

I wonder if people tried to anthropomorphize remote control cars after those became popular.

Oh we have a theme song of sorts. This segment reminds me a bit of the “Rainmaker” interval act from Copenhagen.

The LED (?) background behind the hosts looks very odd. I know there were issues with the stage so I am assuming (I hope?) this is probably not how it was intended to look.

Rooting for Lithuania, Iceland, and Armenia tonight.

Albania, Ronela Hajati, "Sekret" – Dancing seems a little tentative at the start.  She hits the low parts very well but chorus is weaker. So is the idea that she is unashamed of relationships with both men and women (i.e. she’s not keeping it a secret)?

Latvia, Citi Zēni, "Eat Your Salad" – Well, they have a lot of energy, but I really don't get it.

I'm not that into these postcards.  

Lithuania, Monika Liu, "Sentimentai" – Song is very good, but not a fan of the camera work.  It seems designed for a different type of song with dramatic crescendos and strings.

Switzerland, Marius Bear, "Boys Do Cry" – The shadow effect is cool, but it’s a little much with projections and effects. With these last two songs I'm wondering if it was really necessary to have so many camera cuts.  It's not really conveying the sort of intimacy the songs suggest.

Slovenia, LPS, "Disko" – Okay, this sweeping camera with its repetitive zooms is very strange.  It was a solid performance but was the camera supposed to move that fast and be focused so oddly?

Ukraine, Kalush Orchestra, "Stefania" – The floor effect is cool, good use visual. Overall a good show, quite a bit stronger than at the national final.  Ukraine as usual coming through with the staging.

Bulgaria, Intelligent Music Project, "Intention" – It does sound a little better than the recorded version.  They are certainly a band.

This waterfall stage seems cool as a concept but when I see it it makes me think the performers are trapped behind a moat and can't get to the audience.

The Netherlands, S10, "De Diepte" – Here the camera work actually seems to work with the music and is not gratuitously swooping. Quite good.

Moldova, Zdob şi Zdub & Fraţii Advahov, “Trenuleţul” – Hmm.  More rock and roll than I was expecting, kind of preferred the folky intro. Oh they used this satellite stage... and there are giant LED panels?  Slightly confused but good to see something else.

Portugal, MARO, "Saudade, Saudade" – Starting off in darkness. Oh Portugal uses the water as background very effectively, and we get to see the audience in the shots too. This music has a watery feel to it so it fits nicely. Really enjoyed that.

Croatia, Mia Dimsic, "Guilty Pleasure" – Not too bad. The Croatian part at the end gives it a bit of variety and the dancers tell most of the story.  Pretty straightforward and I think it works.

Denmark, Reddi, "The Show" – Lots of enthusiasm, but not that much different than the national final.

Austria, LUM¡X feat Pia Maria, "Halo" - They look like they're having a lot of fun. Singing could be stronger.

Iceland, Systur, "Með hækkandi sól" – Oh they got outfit upgrades. Glad to  hear the audience get into it. Not sure the song translated that well to an arena. Seems like some of the changes didn't quite come together tightly but the little changeup to the bridge was nice.

Greece, Amanda Georgiadi Tenfjord, "Die Together" – Playing up the creepiness with her dress and the chairs, she looks like a Victorian ghost trying to relive old memories in an abandoned house.  Much more memorable than the music video, well done.

Norway, Subwoolfer, "Give That Wolf a Banana" – The word graphics are very in-your-face. Was someone in the audience shouting at the end of the song?

Armenia, Rosa Linn, "Snap" – Audience is clapping immediately, nice. Really staging for the the TV audience. Could the live audience see anything before she tore down the curtain?

Portugal and Greece really moved up for me with their staging and I think Portugal may have been my favorite tonight because of that. Croatia and Ukraine improved quite a bit from their official videos. I already liked Iceland and Armenia (in fact just bought Armenia's song about a week ago), so no big changes there.  Lithuania and Albania were a bit underwhelming on stage.

Is that the audience singing “Fai Rumore”? Wow.

Who is this narrator? This seems right out of Melodifestivalen.

The Junior Eurovision winner's song sounds pretty catchy.

"You're good to go."  Well, maybe that catchphrase will grow on me in a few years.

Yes Armenia and Iceland! And Lithuania! And Portugal!

Wow, the results were far more to my taste than I expected.  I might have swapped in Croatia and Albania but overall I am pretty thrilled with the results.  Six of my top ten are already in the final (seven including France)!

#eurovision #eurovision 2022 #iceland!

[thegeminisage]

i don't know how i'm supposed to simply do a tng update when there was SPOCK but obviously last night (tonight as i type this, but it's late, so this post is going up while i'm at work) we watched unification part i & part ii

tng update:

🌈SPOCK🌈

okay, i'm normal again

part i: BITTERLY disappointed that all we got out of this episode spockwise was one blurry photo and him coming in right at the end. i had a feeling they'd do that. i guess now i have to talk about the nonimportant nonspock parts of this episode 🥱

ive decided i hate sarek's new wife. what business is it of hers if spock objects to sarek in public? if sarek didn't have a problem with it why make one? evil stepmother fr. why did sarek marry another human anyway does he have a fucking fetish or something...at least she was too old to get knocked up. i was reading about ages on the wiki today and amanda was only TWENTY YEARS OLD when she had spock. sarek would have been 65. i know vulcans age way different so it's not as creepy but STILL. girl, wait until you are old enough to drink

speaking of sarek...i went back and forth feeling terrible for him and wanting to attack him with my bare hands. under one hand he is on his deathbed and obviously very ill and miserable and suffering deep regrets over past mistakes and it's hard not to have sympathy...on the other, maybe if you wanted less deathbed regrets about your relationship with spock YOU SHOULD HAVE TREATED HIM BETTER! bitch.

also, whatever he and picard had going on was homoerotic. "we're part of each other" why do they talk about the mind meld that way in tng and not in tos. why did picard feel up sarek's hand on his deathbed the second his wife looked away. hes got a history of homewrecking since he (i know) had his affair baby wesley with beverly. so Whats Going On

picard forcefully obtaining the klingon ship. i LOVE when he gets to be a bitch

ROMULAN RACEFAKING??? a proud star trek tradition at this point i guess but it was truly awful to behold. DEEPLY disappointed sela did not later lick the paint off his ears as the klingons implied she would. smh

i like also how riker blew up that whole ship and nobody batted an eyelash. he really can just do whatever

part ii: SPOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the first time i cried was when spock himself came onscreen at the end of part i. then just as soon as i collected myself he mentioned jim kirk twice in the space of 30 seconds and i lost it again. we are literally bridging the gap between tos spock and spock prime from aos rn and i Dont like it.

Very Sad his dad kicked it before they could reconcile. but i saw his microexpressions when picard delivered the news. i missed them more than you can possibly imagine

i did love though that he started viewing picard as like a proxy sarek. imagine having daddy issues with a guy who is 75 years younger than you. lowkey they also had a little homoeroticism happening. "cowboy diplomacy" sure whatever

riker and the four-armed pianist 10/10 i hope they fucked. i'm so glad we wont he riker roulette and it wasn't creepy. also only riker could successfully flirt with a women after killing her husband in a spaceship battle <3

i'm a little iffy on spock's uhhh whole deal in this episode. he's lik yeah i chose the vulcan way of life these romulans are gonna have way better lives after their vulcan enlightenment but meanwhile he's criticizing sarek for his obsession with logic to the exclusion of all emotion (which is what he decided in tmp, that you need both) and also the vulcan way of life has done huge damage to his relationship with his father as well. so which is it?? idk, maybe he's not doing well because of sarek dying and all but he seemed like he was in a very "im not willing to acknowledge that i have emotions because rn theyre causing me pain" sort of mood. buddy :(

then again, it IS a tng script. we can only expect so much. it wasn't so inconsistent that it took me out of the episode but it did bother me a little because i just don't understand why he's willing to devote the rest of his life to this cause...he seemed to imply he had emotional reasons but what were they?? we will quite literally never know.

what's wack to me also is that in nineteen years romulus is gonna be GONE. like it's just going to be gone. eaten up by the sun or whatever. if someone had a baby right now on romulus that baby would not be old enough to drink before the sun swallowed them. so everything spock is doing is for nothing.

sela in this episode was really funny. "i hate vulcans." so true queen. i mean i don't care about her at all but that was hilarious

data doing the vulcan nerve pinch!!!!!!! that was so fun. i don't think it requires telepathy to do, just super strength, but i guess if you do then that makes no sense. it made me happy though.

the end when spock melded with picard to quasi-meld with his father and almost wept was me crying for the third time...i couldn't stand seeing him cry!!!!!! i can't believe sarek really just died without ever reconciling with him but i kind of like it better this way bc what sarek did was his own fault not spock's. so spock got closure and sarek. didn't. rip dude

okay. this concludes. the SPOCK UPDATE. tonight: a matter of time. and TOMORROW........the undiscovered country. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb #i really wanted gifs from this episode but i only found one gifset and it wasn't the moment i wanted. any of the moments i wanted. #i would like to try and make some myself but i hate making them and i'm bad at it and also i'm running cs4 #we'll see i guess :(

[importdnt-thoughts]

heyo

it's 2023. i just rediscovered this blog keke. i think my last post is about zoe. o_o

i'm learning how to be more positive about my life. i'm learning how i can shape my reality with my thoughts. generally i'm a pretty positive person. i am also easily influenced by others' emotions.

this year was great! i learned to love myself again. it's really a wonderful feeling. and turns out i had nothing to lose. i thought i'd start feeling bad about my past self but i don't. as in my 2021-2022 self. if anything i just feel impressed. i survived that. keke.

tomorrow i'm going to a rave with amanda and pauline.

the other day i hung out with lauren and hillary.

feels like my life is piecing together.

i have very few belongings now. or at least i'm slowly approaching that state.

i just played fortnite in my family's upstairs family room. i never really got to play console games growing up, that was more of my brother's thing. unless we were playing co-op games. then i learned to love console games right after i graduated playing with mitas and james. it felt like we were college roommates haha. good times.

then when i lived on my own + with lauren i fell in love with having my own ps4. playing black ops 4 and assassin's creed all day XP what a life. i'm a bit over those games now. i don't think i'll 100% assassin's creed. the game mechanics feel old to me now. i'll probably return to bo4 now and then. i really like the game mechanics. now i'm pretty into fortnite. it feels way more social. you can dance and buy skins and stuff to express yourself. you can also party up with friends in battle royale. my hope is to play with amanda one day, when the environment is right. idk if my family's shared space is right for that. maybe if/when i have a tv in my own space. but i keep thinking should i even have a tv in my own space? i associate that with unhealthy habits, like laying in bed for reasons other than sleeping. i almost just want a gaming room with pauline haha.

the past week i've been thinking a lot about where i want to live. i even considered living here full-time. but i change my mind. morning snuggles with p are a big part of my day xP

i wonder if it would've been better to just stay at my apartment. see? there i go again dwelling on past decisions and feeling terrible about myself. it's a really harmful habit that i wish to break. i think that should be my new years resolution: follow through with my decisions, fully and whole-heartedly. <3

in this case, i made the decision to return to my parents' to spend time with hillary and lauren, drop things off, and spend more time with family. i definitely achieved those goals.

now my next desire/expectation is to go to tomorrow's event and have fun! that's it. i will expect nothing else from the rest of the day. :P well, i have been enjoying my little routine though. i go downstairs and get coffee, then i come upstairs and do a bit of computer work, which currently is just lots of reflecting and planning. then i go on a neighborhood stroll, maybe stopping by ruskin for some playtime. then i have lunch with family. after lunch is kinda not routine yet. but that's okay. still figuring stuff out.

as i type this out i feel 14-15

i used to rant about my dad a lot on my tumblr.

recently i love my father. i see him as very human. i see him as very lovable. flawed, yes, but lovable all the same. he has a gentle heart and a strong mind. i think he has loved me as best as he could. i think there were moments where we had conflict. that's normal in any relationship...

teenage years also remind me of track. i was so happy then, actually. despite being under some form of emotional control by an SA/emotional manipulator, i loved my friends and they loved me. i felt strong and smart. i felt loved by my mom, and sometimes also my dad. i wrestled a lot with being queer. which i now theorize is just my autism actually.

oh yeah. that might be one of the biggest changes i'm facing. my identity. i think i'm autistic.

[electrochem-istryhard]

debuting: caelyn!

okay let me introduce one of my characters! they’re from my original work, the voice in the shadows. do drop me an ask to join my (currently empty as of writing) taglist, and follow my blog and the tag #the voice in the shadows for more!

disclaimer: my character’s personality might change over the course of my story. this may not be their final self.

BIO:

CAELYN THAM, they/them pronouns

caelyn keeps to themself a lot, but once you know them, you’d resolutely declare that all the rumours of their “coldness” and “callousness” are utter bullsh-t. they can crack a good joke (amanda: shh they’re dry). hold a conversation and explain “micro’ing” to a stranger while micro-ing a border in hoi4. produce a classical music playlist at the drop of a hat, with the songs tailored for passive aggression should said person requesting the playlist be doing so facetiously. they’re a little lonely, though; keeping their true self to themselves while surviving four years of utter nonsense at a boys’ secondary school has blunted their words, sharpened their skills (they can write an essay to rival the teacher’s) and made them a soul to be reckoned with. but for those whom they take a liking to, or those with a cause they feel is hopeful enough for a cynic (pessimistic realist, more like) to join, they do open themselves up. slowly, but surely, the person will gain a loyal friend and a powerful ally. 

MORNING ROUTINE:

a bullet point list. something like 1. wake up when the alarm rings. 2. put on my uniform? i guess? and attempt to ungenderify it. 3. then i brush teeth. nothing special. but be careful with the braces. bleurgh, i just got them tightened yesterday. braces do hurt, but you get used to them after a few months. 4. then i eat my breakfast, which is a single black coffee. triple shot to survive school. 5. then i follow my parents out of the house. my parents fetch me to school. takes about twenty minutes. not bad, all things considered. that's about it. honestly, it's quite standard. nothing special. there we go. morning routine, ELI5.

basically what i wanted to convey from this short excerpt was that they're kind of very efficient when it comes to their habits - briskly so. as their originator says, it's the "average [local] grindset [where i live]". they aren't really averse to stupid requests like "explain your morning routine". though their annoyance shows through at the inanity of the question, they're still willing to answer because it's quite a simple question, and the person who's asking probably needs the answer to this. 

oh and by the way, they have a specialty thermos for their coffee if they can't drink it in the morning.

OTHER DETAILS:

speech style: simple sentences, formal, to the point. will slip into reddit slang sometimes. can and will swear like a sailor if the situation calls for it. 

gender (and the related fashion sense): vaguely feminine-ish, more like agender. but very very lazy femme. cannot be bothered to dress up. really cannot be bothered. sometimes just wears their "boy clothes" and is okay with it, but also has a few discreet blouses. has a cute tank top or two. the only things they're fussy about are their name and pronouns and if you're their friend they will tell you their name and pronouns, but expect you to be discreet about them too. it's a huge sign of trust. so far the trust has only been broken by one person (given the fact that they've only told a small handful of people), but that person will never, ever be forgiven. 

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author’s note: with thanks to their originator, who’s easily my oldest friend, and the first follower of my writeblog. thank you, ångstrom. your friendship, ideas and support have influenced this piece heavily.

#the voice in the shadows #caelyn #writeblr #writers on tumblr

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Dear future self... Oct 5, 22

I’ve been sitting here for 20 minutes, scrolling on my phone avoiding writing. I’ve avoided writing for a few weeks, maybe avoiding isn’t the right word but I keep thinking about how I should write and then I dont. My mind just goes blank, yet leading up to it I think of the 100 things I want to say until I sit infront of my screen wondering what on earth to say. I still dont know. The last three weeks I’ve felt more emotional than I have in years, to a point where I’m starting to feel like I can’t control my emotions. So much so that last week I actually considering if I should be going back on anxiety medication to even myself out because I just don’t feel like I’m living in my own life. I’m not even on my period, dont get me wrong man I can be a hormonal mess when the time comes but I’m not and yet last friday I couldn’t keep myself from crying. Sunday I cried talking to my mom and tonight I’ve held back tears and my mind has been r-u-n-n-i-n-g. Maybe it’s just the season. I have so much trauma that goes so damn deep this time of year that maybe my anxiety just goes off the charts leading up to this holiday that I just can’t control myself. This is why I keep leaning towards believing I need to just spend this weekend alone. I just honestly can’t remember the last birthday that I was happy or that something didn’t fuck it up, it’s almost like it actually is cursed. Assuming my dad has probably cursed me 100 times on this day.  Last year started okay, I actually thought that maybe I would have an ok year up until I dropped Grayson flat on his face at 4 months old and they had to spend yet another night in the hospital to make sure he was okay. The year before that my marriage was on rocks and my sister joked about wanting to end her life, it was a lot of forcing happiness that day I remember. The year before I recall only a few of the girl friends last minute planning a breakfast to celebrate which I recall being so awkward because it felt so fake. Travis never made anytime stand out and every birthday before my relationship was absolute shit especially my 18th.  Maybe I really do just have way to high of expectations that people want to celebrate me. I mean yes my family, whatever the fuck is left of it wants to but god love my mom I think she knows how much I hate my birthday that she tries too hard and it just feels forced.  I miss my brother so damn much it’s not even funny. I dont expect a message, as I told my mom if anything Amanda will text me on their behalf sending a very lame, light hearted message about how she hopes I have a good day & maybe wishes we were on talking terms but that would be a surprise in itself if she even texts. Honestly I think all I genuinely want for my birthday is for Steven to talk to me, to reconcile our relationship. It absolutely breaks me. He’s been my best friend for my whole life, I recall more good memories of my birthday with him than anyone in my life. He always made a point to spend time with me and make it special somehow, always planned something that he knew would make me happy. That’s literally all I want. I dont want to spend it with anyone, it’s just a constant reminder of how broken my family is and how little I feel important in anyones life because 90% of people over the years aren’t in my life anymore and what for? It’s cute that my mom tells me how great of a friend I am and that anyone would be lucky to have me as a friend but how is it that I’ve been trying so hard to make friends for the last two years and I’m still here today with no girl friends.  Idk. If you ask me on the right day I’ll tell you im happy, because I am for the most part. I’ve come a really long way from a year, two, even four years ago and yah I’m proud of how far I’ve come and what I’ve gone through but I know it’s okay to feel sad and sometimes I just need to feel that. I think I’ve been such a positive thinker, not really allowing myself to dwell in anything negative for a majority of this year which is great but can be unrealistic. Although I can say I am in some cases the most happiest I’ve been in a very long time, there’s still things I wish I could change and that I’m not happy about. That’s life. Can’t always have it all. Because sometimes it really is better to expect the worst or not have any expectations, so you don’t get disappointed.  I guess this hasn’t really been much of an update rather than just an emotional jumble mess.  I guess to recap my life where things are at right now so I can look back on this one day.. -I’m living off 17th with my soon to be old boss’ two sons whom are good friends of mine. That actually going a lot better than I thought. I mean I didn’t think it would be bad, I was a bit nervous about living with Dillon and his peer pressure and not being clean but it’s been good so far. Saying that being only 2 months in so maybe ask me in another 5 months haha. -I’m still not divorced yet. That’s fun. That was a fun story to re-live again tonight. He, being Richardt, asked me if it bothers me to talk about it, which it doesnt but i think I realize the more I talk about it A the more I feel like it was in a different lifetime and B that I see so many mistakes and how I sometimes I wish I didn’t have that relationship or get married but I guess it taught me more things than I ever imagined. But it’s frustrating how long the process takes, I really do wish I could have just gotten the divorce done but damn rules and thinking people want to get back together within a year, certainly not the case. Still dealing with Vivint and the continual repercussions of Travis royally fucking me over and ruining my credit. It’s funny that Rich made a comment about telling me that I should sue him. If only I had the resources but it’s taken so much of my brain power that it’s just not worth it, even if it’s hurting me 15 months later.  -Yes I mentioned Richardt, I’m dating someone. Weird. Weird to be called a girlfriend again. I speak pretty highly of him but it’s also quite fresh and once again, trying really hard not to get my expectations too high or my excitement because who knows. He makes multiple comments that he wants to spend forever but there’s times I still struggle because he had been alone for so long that he’s so okay with it and I get that it takes a lot to get back into the swing of things and make room for someone else in your life that takes up so much space but man, tonight I realized how dumb I am. I mean I love our deep talks, we talked a lot about my relationship with Trav and he shared some of his fears about comfort and not getting too comfy in one place because things can change, but I also felt way too vulnerable tonight. Here I’ve been debating the last few weeks how much I should really share about my feelings and how I feel a little too deeply and now I regret saying what I did tonight. Idk, I mean maybe I had a very small expectation or hope that he would have said something back of the similar sort but idk, I guess I’ll just say I’d rather not re-live that moment over again.  -I’m changing careers again. I’ve been in construction and restoration my whole life, yes administration but I’ve been with Danny for nearly 5 years, less 10 months of course. For a long time I thought that I would be there for life or at least for a very very long time. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to work for Ed. Given that I for years and years always wanted to work for him, it’s crazy that the time is here. I remember hoping months back that he would have full time work for me and here I am quitting and starting something totally different, with a lot of responsibility and room for error. It’s terrifying. I’m really scared honestly. I have had so much anxiety lately, more than I’ve had in a couple years but I really am hoping and praying that this is going to change my life for the better and really take me in a completely different direction that I could have never imagined. I was feeling stagnant with Danny. I felt like I hit a ceiling of pay unless I would go to school for something or change positions completely, I felt like there wasn’t really more I could do, take on or achieve. Not to toot my horn but I do two job positions and I have given my heart but it just, it was time. Im excited but I’m scared shitless. I guess well see what my life update is in the future to how I’m doing but I think it’s cool that I can look back on this one day and remember the transition and feelings of how I have no idea what I’m doing but Ed believes in me so let’s giver. -Have I mentioned I’m still not talking to my brother? Yea. Been the longest time I’ve ever gone. I mean on the flip side, meliss and I keep getting closer than I ever imagined we could which is a real blessing. But I miss spending time with my mom. I used to see her 2-3 times a week and now I’m lucky if I even see her once a week. Life gets too busy I really hate it. As much as I’m complaining and sad in a majority of this update, I am very appreciative and blessed to have the people I do in my life. I wont take that for granted. Always remembering how far I’ve come. I can’t remember what it was but as we were walking out the door today and Richardt brought up a topic I laughed and said haha there’s a lot more of where that trauma came from and I think it just reminded me of really how much I’ve gone through at only 28 years old.  Oh my dad’s still not in jail yet so that’s a shame. Maybe one day. He really is a piece of shit.  Anyways, my brain hurts and I feel like I’ve gotten a lot of emotion out tonight even though I didn’t give as much of an update as I would have liked to.  Until next time.

#personal #life update #dear future self

[storiesofsvu]

Ghosts of Christmas Past

A piece of the Exile/Little Lexi Series. Warnings: language, fluff, minor angst? It’s not even really angst, just…some feels because christmas and lost loved ones.

A soft jazzy Christmas playlist echoed through the apartment, and there were smiles all around, knowing that Manhattan actually was going to have a white christmas this year, the fluffy snow beginning to fall just as the sun began to go down. The gas fireplace was a lit, warming the space even more, stockings hung with care on the mantle, and the tree lit up beautifully, with probably one too many presents underneath it than needed. Rita simply couldn’t help herself, she wanted Lexi to always have the best holiday season, and she was ever appreciative for the new found family that adopting the girl had brought her. Her usual Christmases were spent sleeping in, microwaving leftovers or a pre-packaged meal, and indulging in some wine as the day wrapped up with a couple of phone calls from long distanced family. But now? Her apartment on Christmas Day was host to Olivia and Noah, Amanda and the girls, Rafael and Lucia, and whomever else from their little lives that wanted to come.

Since it was finally Christmas Eve, Lexi and Rita had begun their day strolling through Manhattan to their favourite café for a late breakfast, extra marshmallows on the hot chocolate of course, before making a few last minute stops through the city to make sure they were all ready for the next couple of days. Lexi wrapped a couple of presents that were still waiting to be done for her friends, placing them under the tree neatly. Chinese was ordered for dinner and due to the special occasion they got to eat in the living room while watching The Grinch. It was after that was finished it was time for the last few batches of Christmas cookies to be made. Sugar cookies, gingerbread men, and mint chocolate chip were on the menu, the latter of the two were nearly done, the gingerbread on the cooling rack as Rita pulled the other trays out of the oven.

“Can I ice them yet?” Lexi asked, nearly pouting as she swiped at some of the icing and Rita laughed.

“Give them just a little bit longer.” She leant to press a gentle kiss to the girl’s head as she dolled out the other cookies onto the racks, “how about you choose which cookie cutters you want for the sugar cookies? Start cutting them?”

“Okay!” She excited hopped down from her stool, moving around the island to where the dough was ready to be rolled out and cut into holiday shapes. After a little humming and hawing she’d chosen her favourites, picking up the rolling pin to flatten the dough so she could start on her next little project.

There was small conversation, little laughs and the like as the two went about their jobs, truly happy together, and glad to have each other over the holidays. Rita had just lined the baking sheet with parchment paper, and had moved on to putting different coloured icings into piping tubes, separating candies into small bowls when there was a knock at the door. A mess of icing on her hands, she glanced to the clock, it wasn’t that late for a visitor,

“That’s probably your Uncle Rafa, why don’t you grab it?” She smiled across to Lexi who nodded eagerly, it wasn’t uncommon for him to stop by after an evening with Lucia this time of year.

Excited at the hopes of an early present tonight, Lexi pulled open the door eagerly, her head tilting at the unfamiliar women who stood there. In turn, as you faced the door, you felt your heart sink into your stomach, you’d clearly missed the opportunity.

“Oh…I’m so sorry.” You apologized to the young girl, “I must have the wrong address.” You certainly never would have expected to see a kid in this apartment, or the festive smells and sounds coming from within. “Sorry for the interruption, Merry Christmas.” You smiled at her, nodding softly, about to leave when she finally spoke.

“Wait…” you turned back, “you look like Momma Rita’s angel….”

“What?” Your breath caught in your throat, this time your eyes darted past the girl into the entry way of the apartment, and there was no mistaking the pair of Manolo’s on the mat.

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Back inside the kitchen, Rita frowned, hearing a voice that wasn’t Rafael’s speaking with Lexi. If it had been another one of the squad, there would no doubt be multiple kids running though the apartment already. It piqued her interest, so she quickly washed her hands, moving over the the entry way as she spoke to Lexi.

“Pumpkin what did I tell you about talking to strangers?” Her eyes were cast towards the girl, a warning in them that Lexi knew too well, Rita always wanted to keep her safe, and considering her line of work, that wasn’t always an easy task.

“So I’m a stranger now?” You asked, an all too familiar tease in your voice and Rita felt her heart leap into her throat as her eyes shot up to you.

“What the fuck?” Her eyes misted as they drank you in, your hair a different colour than the last time she saw you, you’d gained back all the healthy weight you’d very unhealthily lost while living in Chicago, “you can’t be real…”

“If she’s not real then we’re both crazy.” Lexi commented and Rita nearly jumped, having practically forgotten she was even there.

“You know that purple present you’ve been eyeing?” She asked and Lexi nodded with a grin, “take it into your room, you can open it now.”

“Yes M’am!” With a little laugh the girl shot off, crossing through the apartment before the sound of a door shutting broke everyone out of their trance. You found your footing first as Rita remained nearly frozen on the other side of the doorframe, your anxiety spiking over the entire thing, after all, it had been five years since both of your lives has been completely torn apart.

“Oh fuck…” you muttered, taking a small step back, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve called first, or…god I don’t even know. My flight landed late, the agent meeting me was even later, and the place they were supposed to be placing me was taken by someone else. I…didn’t know where else to go…”

“What agent? What are you talking about?” Rita was doing her best to hold back the anger she was feeling brewing within her, her brain was clouded by so many different emotions she wasn’t even sure which one to let take the reigns, but she knew letting you get your story out was probably the best option. “I thought you were dead?”

“You and everyone else.” You murmured, wrapping your arms around yourself, “even Voight and Liv weren’t told.” You let out a shaky breath, your eyes blurring as you glanced back up at her, “after you left for work, the feds showed up, my main doctor in tow to make sure the story was feasible. It was a nationwide mafia case, nothing about it was safe”—

“We shouldn’t be talking about this out here.” Rita’s arm reached out for you, “come in.”

“Are…you sure?”

“I’ve spent the last five years praying that you’d magically show up at my door, yes I’m sure.”

Her extended hand touched your arm, hesitantly wrapping around you, as if she was scared you were about to disappear at her touch. The door swung shut behind you and without even thinking you stepped into each other’s embrace, tightly winding into each other’s arms as you shook with soft cries.

“God I missed you so much.” Your voice muffled into Rita’s shoulder and you felt her arms tighten around you.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” She pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you felt it tingle all the way down to your toes, your heart beginning to race. “Where the hell were you?” She asked, pulling slightly out of the hug so she could see your face.

“Everywhere.” You shrugged, “they moved me every couple of months, finally I was shipped off to New Zealand where it was deemed I would be untraceable until they’d taken down the entire ring. Then I was moved back to Dallas for six months to make sure that all the loose ends were tied up before I was allowed to come out of protection. I wish I could have told you. I know it must have been literal hell. Feds wanted everything about my death as largely publicized as possibly to ward off any suspicions.”

“You are…back…for good now, right?” Rita asked, her hand reaching up to timidly cup your cheek, thumb rubbing away a few stray tears, “this wasn’t just a check in?”

“No…” you smiled softly, your eyes shining as she smiled back at you, “i’m here as long as you want me, but I understand if things have changed, I’ll get it if you’ve moved on or something, or want to take things one step at a time. A lot of time’s gone by”—

“And not one minute of it has passed where I didn’t love you.” She cut you off and you gave a watery laugh, “I’ll always love you darling, you remember that, alright?”

“I will. And I love you too. More than anything.” Your forehead came to rest against hers, your hands cupping each other’s cheeks tenderly as a moment went by.

Before her heart could actually burst into a million pieces, Rita had to do it, leaning in to kiss you, finally feeling your lips against hers, she let out a happy sigh. Neither of you caring about the tears mingling down your cheeks, you had each other again, the grief of the last five years melting away with each moment you were connected.

“You know…” you whispered, a small grin on your lips, “you’re taking this a hell of a lot better than I thought you would.”

“I guess there was always a part of me that knew it couldn’t be true? That there was no way life would put us through the hell it did just to have you die on me. What kind of cruel world would we live in for the love of my life to finally find her way back to me, for us to agree on the things that previously pushed a wedge between us earlier, to not have us be together? I’ve always known there was no one else for me but you.”

“Now you’ve being too soft.”

“Only for you my love.” She pressed a gentle kiss to your lips,

“There’s no one I’d rather be with than you.” You murmured softly against her skin, nuzzling into her again.

It felt like a dream, a Christmas miracle, there wasn’t a drop of regret, worry, or hesitancy floating through the room. Instead, it was simply love, winding it’s way around you, filling the air with warmth, with joy and admiration, the vibe nearly glowing, burning higher and higher with each second that passed having the two of you reunited and together once again.

A quiet beeping from another room finally pulled you apart, wiping at your own and each other’s tears as you couldn’t control the smiles on your faces, still finding it hard to believe this was actually happening. A door creaked open and Lexi called out,

“Can I come out now? Cause you’re gonna burn the cookies otherwise.”

“I’m sorry….you’re baking?” You teased with a grin and Rita scoffed, swatting at your arm.

“Don’t worry.” The blonde girl skipped down the hallway, “she’s mainly icing, I’m baking.”

“Good to know.” You laughed, your arm remaining around Rita’s waist as she was very hesitant to let you go more than an arms reach of her. “And who might you be?”

“Lexi!” The girl proudly extended her hand, “Momma Rita saved me from a very unlucky situation. And there’s no need to introduce yourself, I know all about you. Well…kinda…” her brow scrunched for a moment, “we thought you were an angel…we visit you every fall, you’re only a few rows away from my Mom in the graveyard. But..I guess there’s actually nothing under your stone…”

“I guess there’s not.” You replied, glancing between Lexi and Rita.

“Are you gonna help me here?” Lexi nearly teased and Rita let out a small laugh, moving towards the oven and grabbing the oven mitts to pull the last couple of trays of cookies out of it.

“Sorry pumpkin.” She dropped a kiss to her head, “how about you start decorating the gingerbread in the meantime.”

“Only if you and y/n are going to help.” She replied with a grin and you felt your heart nearly explode in your chest. Never in your life did you expect anything like this to happen. You thought yourself incredibly lucky to have even found the right apartment, much less be invited in on Christmas Eve.

“I think that can be arranged.” Rita smiled, her hand extending back to you, pulling you further into the kitchen, Lexi smiled as you buried yourselves into each other once again.

“Do your friends come back from the dead often?” The girl asked and you raised an eyebrow towards Rita who’s head tilted in curiosity at the child, “your friend Alex, didn’t the same thing happen with her?”

“I suppose it did.” Rita smiled, “but that was long before we met. It was simply a story I’d heard about.”

“Well,” Lexi smiled brightly, “I’m very glad it happened with y/n. I’ve never seen you as happy as you are right now.”

You felt the tears burst into your eyes, trying to control you emotions as the same state that Rita was, the two of you clinging onto each other even more with each moment that went past. Rita pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek that you simple sunk into, letting out a gentle sigh.

“And it’s okay if she makes you happiest,” Lexi continued, her eyes mainly focussed on the cookie she was decorating, “I know you loved her more than anything before you even met me.”

“Oh pumpkin!” Rita’s hand shot out, caressing the back of Lexi’s head gently, to which the girl nearly laughed at.

“I don’t meant it in a bad way!” She smiled up at her, “it’s in the way that my Mom is my Mom, and you’re my Momma Rita. The way you’ve always talked about y/n, I know she’s the person you’ve always loved the most in your entire life, and that’s okay.”

“When did you get to be so wise.” Rita smiled, her eyes blurring with tears.

“Since you chose to rescue me.” She smiled back before returning to her cookies.

“You really said those things?” You whispered, and Rita nodded.

“What did you expect?” She asked back, “I wanted nothing more than to forget all of our mistakes, not that I wanted to pretend it never happened, but I wanted both of us to remember everything we’d fought through to be together. That those fights were nothing, that you moving away was simply a vacation, that no matter what….we were meant to be…”

“God baby…” you did your best not to let the tears fall, your hand cupping at her cheek gently, “you always knew just the way to melt my fucking heart.” Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to her lips, “I wish I could have spent the last five years with you, it would have been my absolute dream.”

Rita smiled, brushing back your hair as she laid a kiss on your forehead, her lips lingering there as you both held each other, reminding yourselves that this was real, that it wasn’t some kind of weird fever dream. You were finally back in each other’s lives, you were exactly where you meant to be, exactly where you wanted to be.

“Done!” Lexi exclaimed suddenly, breaking the two of you out of your daze as you glanced toward her, “cookies are decorated. And you promised we could watch Elf! Is that still okay?” Her face nearly fell as she glanced between the two of you, realizing that there may be different plans now, instead, your face lit up.

“Elf?!” You laughed, “that’s my favourite Christmas movie!”

“Really?!” A giant smile broke out on her face as she let out a giggle and you nodded.

“Uh, yeah!”

“I knew you were cool!” She grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Rita as she led you to the living room, encouraging you to pull cushions from the couch and blankets from around the room, making a makeshift half fort to get cozy in.

You were so distracted with Lexi and her sudden conversation and interest in you and Christmas that you barely heard Rita putzing around in the kitchen until she handed you a mug of hot chocolate (boozy for the two of you, extra marshmallows for Lexi). The movie started and Lexi curled up in between you, laughing and pointing out all the funny and ridiculous moments. You couldn’t help but tear up, you and Rita glancing at each other over the girl’s head, knowing exactly what the other was saying. You’d both been dreaming of this since that dreadful day five years ago. Being a family, having kids, celebrating the holidays, getting to make your own traditions that would live on with each generation.

You’d never expected it, and you both knew there would be a world of conversations and discussions to come. But right now, in that moment, you were incredibly happy. You had each other, you had Lexi, you had a family, and it was Christmas Eve, you had everything you wanted, finally, together and in one place.

If there was one thing the three of you would never forget, it was this Christmas Miracle.

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[kyberphilosopher]

Cerise

Those are people who died, died Those are people who died, died They were all my friends and just died.

Word Count: 5736 Warnings: Crime, Weapons, Mentioned Murder of a R/pist, Crude humor.

Jason’s friend and roommate, another Gotham villain, is ordered to return to Task Force X.

ce·rise/səˈrēs,səˈrēz/ [noun] a bright or deep red color.

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Let’s open up our story on a colorful note: Fuck Amanda Waller. 

Nobody likes her. You don’t like her. Jason doesn’t like her. None of the characters in this story like her. Arguably, none of the characters in your present universe like her, either. There’s a reason why people call her “The Wall”. It’s because that’s what it’s like talking to her. And that’s what it would be like trying to deny the request she’d passed on to you in her letter. 

It weighed on your mind briefly as you walk up the stairs of your apartment building. By the third flight, the weight’s pretty much disappeared. Sure, there’s anger at Waller for violating your agreement, but it’s so useless being annoyed with her that it washes away fast. So by the fourth flight, the whole thing is settled in your head to completion. You’ll go back to your Suicide Squad- or a Suicide Squad, considering most people Waller selects are idiots. Then you’ll do the job, and walk away bing, bang, boom. 

You tip your head politely as if in salute to the older woman, Mallorca, who occupies the apartment across from you. She returns a warm smile that raises her prominent and wrinkled jowls, igniting the fire in her warm brown eyes. “You need me to do your laundry again?” 

Of course an angel such as Mallorca would make such an offer. It’s not a bad offer, either. Your dark, silver lined chest plate is splattered with blood all over the front. It’s nobodies blood that doesn’t deserve it, as per your agreement with Waller. Just some perverted little prick who thought with his dick instead of his brain with the wrong girl. She looked frightened, and you saved her, and since the prick had just hit 18 (a fact you learned after rummaging around his wallet after), you had permission to bash his brain in. Hence the blood splattered vigilante armor. 

The first time Mallorca had seen such a sight, she had no reaction whatsoever. You weren’t sure what else you were expecting from an old woman living in a back alley apartment building, but it certainly wasn’t that. She offered no shock to your red masked, blood stained roommate either. Mallorca is simply an otherworldly being. And is that cocaine you see on the collar of her shirt?

“I got it,” you throw in return, rounding the corner so she’s at your back, and nearing the climb up the next and last flight of stairs. “Hey, is Jason home?” But when you turn around fully, Mallorca shows no intention of responding and has disappeared down your previous staircase. You clasp your hands against the sides of your thighs, “Oh, okay.”

You make your way up the final steps and stick a hand in a secret back pocket to fish around for your keys. You wince when you begin the rigorous task of tugging the lanyard free from the depths, which unfortunately fell near to your back hole. Then you slip the key into the lock and twist. 

Inside your apartment is near emptiness. There’s a couch, a rug, some windows, a TV, and to your immediate right is a small kitchen beside a hallway that leads to a bathroom and two bedrooms. You see the large plant you’d stuck in the corner is wilted and tinged brown, and the TV is playing some movie with the sound muted. No sign of your roommate, however. 

You toss your helmet and keys onto the couch. Then you make your way to the kitchen to search the fridge for a snack (that you know is not there) or perhaps some water. You bend down to peek an eye in, only to stand back up and close the thing. Then you pass over to the counter, and reach up to now peek an eye in the overhead cabinet. 

“You’re home early.”

You let out a short-but cathartic- scream, jumping as you turn around. You relax quickly. It’s only Jason, and your face changes from shocked and panicked to simply annoyed. 

The man at the other side of the room pulls his infamous red helmet from atop his face. Underneath is a classically masculine, handsome face with eyes that blend between green and blue. Black hair falls free in messy strands, accented by the one white tuft that you’ve claimed reminds you of a skunk. You tilt your head lazily in defeat. “How many times have I told you not to do that?”

Jason shrugs in his red hoodie and jeans, walking across the room to set the helmet on the coffee table. “Four. Any particular reason you’re home so early?” he flops himself onto the couch and kicks his feet up, crossing them tastefully next to the Red Hood helmet. 

You turn back around to continue the task of grabbing a cup from the top cabinet. “It’s been five, and I apologize for assuming I could do what I wanted in my own home.”

“If you have to ask me to stop sneaking up on you five times, you’re probably a really bad vigilante.”

“Fuck,” you mutter as you fill the cup with tap water. “That’s true.”

You turn around to face Jason. His eyes are already on you, illuminated by the blue glow from the television. They linger purely on your form for a moment, then they dip down to narrow at your armor. “Were you the one who killed that guy on the back of main?”

You furrow your brows and look up with pursed lips in thought. “Are you talking about the main diner or the main records shop?”

“Main diner on main street.”

“No, that was Azrael. This was by the records shop.” You raise the glass to your lips.

Jason snaps his fingers. “Oh, that guy. The kid?”

You nod and take another sip of the water. “He just turned eighteen, so you know. Free game. So, what do you want for dinner? Pick something good. I’m going back to the squad so I won’t be here for a few weeks.”

Jason’s brows furrow for a split second, then he perks up attentively. “You’re going back to the task force?” he repeats, though it sounds defeated and disbelieving. Distraught- is that the word you’re looking for?

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I got the letter-” you set the cup of water down and reach a hand into your pocket. Then you pull the crumpled envelope free of its confines and toss it onto the counter, “-today.”

Jason’s eyebrows furrow again. This time the movement is quick and curved and almost offended. “So, that’s it then?”

“What’s wrong, Jason?” you smirk. “Did you finally fall in love with your roommate turned friend? I always knew this day would come.”

“Uh, no?”

“Suit yourself.”

You turn back around and begin rinsing the cup out. Jason watches your back, something in his chest sinking. You weren’t his best friend. Besides living together, you weren’t really all that close. You were living a life a lot like his, running around at night as some antihero vigilante. The only difference was that you’d crossed paths with Waller and had managed to make it out of her system alive. Most antihero vigilante’s weren’t so lucky. Most of them died. But now you’re telling Jason right to his face that you’re going back. That you think you’ll only be gone a few weeks when it could just be forever. Sprayed with dark blood all over... what if it was yours?

“Actually,” Jason leans forward. His legs drop from the table and spread open, elbows resting against his knees with a hunched back. “Why don’t you pick dinner tonight?”

The glass clinks against the metal of the sink as you set it inside. Jason almost always picks dinner. Most of the time he chooses burgers or Chinese. Your apartments stove isn’t working, so eating from home really just means a BLT sandwich for the both of you. 

“Are you offering because you’re hoping I’ll choose that new steakhouse?” you smile.

“I’ll get you anything you want,” the man replies. “It’s on me.”

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Jason meets you on the roof of the building about an hour and a half later. You wanted to go with him, since you’d say his behavior is different from usual, but he was very adamant about you staying in. Jason even encouraged you to go ahead and pick your favorite movie to watch while he’s gone. 

When you told him you’d decided on the steakhouse option, you meant it ironically. Between the two of you, money could be described as ‘tight’. Going to a new place like that would mean saving for a while. Furthermore, you hadn’t even given him your order before Red Hood was gone. 

To his credit, looking at him now, you wouldn’t change a thing. The first bite of the food is phenomenal. The second bite is just perfect. Jason must have mind reading powers to be so aware of your taste in food- you’d thought he never noticed. 

He gets a steak, as predicted. Jason loves steak. 

Gotham looks most like itself at night, a view shared between the two of you. Two sets of legs dangle over the side of your building, both of which are clad in heavy boots and armored knees. Jason had decided to go out as his alter ego- a fact he thought he could keep from you by putting his hoodie under his leather jacket. 

“I saw you put your helmet by the door,” you tell him. “I know what’s under that sweatshirt.”

“No you didn’t,” is all he says back. 

The wind tickles the back of your neck. It ripples through the air in lazy waves, making Jason’s hair ruffle. The white skunk streak disappears and reappears between the darker-than-midnight-sky strands. Behind Jason, the moon is full and lonely. Its only company is the two of you. 

“Oh my god,” you stuff your mouth. “This is so good.”

“Hm,” Jason hums in agreement, stabbing his steak once again with a fork in his black to-go box. It’s the next movement of his shoulder that catches your eye. 

“Jason, is that cocaine, or powder donut dust?” 

Jason glances over at you. 

Your eyes linger on the white splotch of something in the wrinkles of red fabric. “Because I asked you not to eat them since there’s only two left.”

Your face slowly falls to one of horror as Jason stays still. With a face of steel, he finally says, “It’s cocaine then.”

“Then?”

“Look what I got you.”

Jason sets his box to the ledge beside him and leans down. 

“Worst subject change ever.” You take an angry bite of your meal in an attempt to both silence yourself and to make you feel better. Unfortunately as you pull away from the bite, crumbs attach themselves to your chest plate and stick to your fingers. “Crap. Jason, your dumb food is getting shit all over my stuff!”

When you look over, Jason’s orbs are already on you. His eyes pierce yours, almost unintentionally daring them to look away. The skunk strands glow this close. He holds two things in his hands. The first is a small, brown pot you could balance in the palm of your hand, filled with miniature yellow and red flowers. Scarlet tulips, golden sunflowers, and blonde alstroemerias. In the other hand is a Blu-ray copy of your favorite film. 

“Oh,” is all you can muster out. 

When was the last time the two of you had actually exchanged gifts? You weren’t lovers, or best friends. You were just friends. It had to have been last Christmas, when you had gotten him a TV subscription for South Park and a pair of socks. Jason had gifted you a new bedframe that he later helped you put together. 

A big smile reaches your eyes and makes your cheeks sore. “I haven’t been able to find this anywhere,” you say, taking the movie from his fingers. Your voice comes out pure and genuine. “Thank you.” Your smile grows even larger when you cup the pot of flowers with both hands. 

“All of the flower shops were closed,” Jason explains. “Those are plastic. They won’t die anytime soon.”

At that moment, you swear you could’ve kissed him. He’s looking at you like this is all nothing, like he didn’t just drop big money on dinner and flowers for you. Jason knew what food you wanted before you did. He knew your favorite movie when you can’t even remember saying a thing about it. When had any other man or woman been so thoughtful? So romantic? So caring?

You glance down to the film in your lap. “I didn’t think you payed attention this well.”

Jason’s brow quirks upwards. Something flashes in his eyes as he adjusts his position, seven stories up from the ground. “What kind of roomie would I be if I didn’t?” he asks. Something tells you there’s a shyness blooming in that broad chest of his. Jason’s eyes flit downward to the blood on you, before his head dips back upwards to lock a stare with you once more. “You smell nice,” he states.

You look up at him simply. You know your eyes are filled with pure adoration, and that it’s showing all over your face, but you don’t care. Your red hooded, drug pedaling, bat wrangling, gun toting equal roommate is your favorite person in all of Gotham at this exact moment. 

Behind Jason, a small bird flits overhead with a flash of crimson. “Hey, look,” you pat Jason’s shoulder. His eyes follow yours until they land on the floor of the roof behind you. “I think it’s a robin.”

“I know that bird,” Jason scowls. “That’s the son of the bitch that keeps waking me up in the morning.”

“Hm?”

You watch as Jason swings his legs over the side and pushes himself from the ledge. One hand reaches into the back of his pants while the other searches his leather jacket pocket for something. After a few seconds, he produces both a clip of ammo and a gun, which connect with a click. 

“Ah!” you yelp, placing both the flowers and movie on the brick before copying your friends actions and standing on the roof. Jason hasn’t shot yet, but the gun in his hand is aimed right at the little birdie. He’s got a clean shot. His face remains neutral and unmoving as you take your place beside him. 

It’s a full minute, and the robin is still alive and intact. He nibbles on a little crumb of bread. “He looks happy,” you think out loud. The air of Gotham goes quiet up on that roof, despite the distant sirens, music, and people throughout the city. “Are you gonna shoot?”

Jason’s finger lingers over the trigger. Even the slightest of a squeeze would set the weapon off at this point. The balls of your feet move to and froe, anticipating the bang you’re so familiar with. But then Jason lowers the gun completely, and the robin flies away at the movement. “Nah. He’ll feel the pain I dish out in the morning.”

“Don’t be sad,” you nudge Jason. “He’ll be back at six AM tomorrow to wake you up.” You turn to return to your beckoning food on the ledge. “Thanks for all this, anyway.”

“You’re welcome,” you hear Jason respond. “Hey Y/N?”

Jason watches you spin until you’re completely facing him. He can see the blood again. How it’s completely standing out against the darkness of your outfit. You look powerful, yeah. And you look like the antihero you’re labeled as. But all Jason sees is a corpse of a... of a friend. “Yeah?”

“You’re sure about this Waller thing?”

“Yeah?” you reply, as if it were obvious. The stain on you is so haunting it’s easy to think otherwise. “It’s not like I have much of a choice. It’ll only be a few weeks. I’ll be back before you know it. Then I can show you this sick ass movie.”

Then you go back to walking towards the ledge to retake your seat. But Jason remains standing. He watches as you, the person he thinks of naked so often, get comfortable, your back facing him. And, despite your word, Jason has the sinking feeling that some Suicide Squad mission isn’t the only place Amanda Waller will send you to. 

This time, Amanda Waller will send you to your grave.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

This was supposed to be out on August 16th, for Jason’s birthday. But the concept came to me too late and I spent too long on it. Anyway, here’s some symbolism for ya.

Tulips symbolize unconditional love. Sunflowers symbolize adoration. Alstroemeria’s symbolize devotion. The reader describes the plant in their apartment as turning brown, suggesting it may share a similar fate as the reader as plants go brown when about to die. Robin’s symbolize optimism, a trait the reader displays towards the idea of returning to the Suicide Squad. Robin was also a former identity of Red Hood. Both of which could be why Jason decides to spare the bird. 

I’ll go back and proof read this in the morning.

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[detectivesvu]

Dark and Light

Sonny Carisi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language. Mentions of violence. Mentions of insanity. Mentions of rape. Mentions of murder.

A/N: This is based off of this week’s SVU episode. For future readers, it’s Season 22, Ep. 14.

Word Count: 1,037

“I have to say that it’s kind of growing on me...”

“Sonny,” You breathed out, horrified at the state of the side of his bloodied head, “Your head!”

Sonny only set his blazer over the back of the chair in your living room, a casual shrug emitting from his shoulders as he entered. He had expected this reaction after the initial shock of being attacked had worn off.

“It’s actually my ear,” He corrected, “And I’m perfectly fine, doll. He missed my eardrum.” 

You closed the newspaper in your hands with a light rustle, but your current demeanor was anything but light. 

“He missed your- wait, who missed your eardrum? And what was he trying to do?” You gawked, hesitating to touch the bandages around his ear.

Sonny grumbled. Not at you, of course, but at the entire situation. It had taken a massive toll on his day, and for now he just wanted to sit down in the comfort of his home at the very least.

“Can I at least get a kiss first? Since when did you stop greeting me with kisses, baby girl?” He questioned, a sly smirk popping up on his face.

“Since the day that my husband walked in with a hole in the side of his head.” You bantered back, but obliged to his request with a sweet kiss to his lips.

Sonny crashed onto the couch, slinking down and spreading his long legs out as far as they could go underneath the coffee table. Despite the fact that Sonny really wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, he knew that you’d worry yourself over it until he explained. He couldn’t say that he didn’t blame you.

“Does the name Henry Mesner mean anything to you?” Sonny queried, resting one of his hands on your legs once you got comfortable next to him.

“I can’t say that it does. It doesn’t ring a bell. Why?” You admitted, racking your brain of any reason that you should’ve known that name.

“Mesner was put into juvenile detention when he was 10. He turned 18 this year and the court released him,” Sonny explained, “He went on a killing spree and murdered his family, attacked the family that his sister was staying with.”

“Christ...” You cursed, “How did SVU get involved?”

“SVU picked up the case before I was a detective there. Mesner’s first attack after his release happened when he raped and tortured the daughter of one of his psychiatrists,” Sonny answered, “Mesner had been stalking the daughter and then approached Jesse in the park with Amanda...”

You could tell that Sonny was getting stressed out by just talking about it. The vein in his forehead was beginning to show and his cheeks were flushing red. You gently rubbed your hand up and down his arm to try to soothe him, not wanting him to get overly upset.

“How did he get put into detention in the first place?” You wondered.

“He abused his little sister, drowned his friend’s dog, and shot Amaro in a standoff,” Sonny rattled off, “Long story short, he never should’ve been released. He outsmarted all of the psychiatrists there. He’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” Sonny admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and prevent the incoming headache.

“And your ear...?” You pressed carefully, trying to see how Mesner came into the equation of your original concern.

“Oh, he stabbed me in court today. I guess he was trying to prove that he was unfit to stand trial...despite that he is fit to stand trial.” Sonny went on, loosening his tie around his neck.

“He stabbed you?” You asked, your jaw falling open.

“Well, yeah. How else did you think I got this?” Sonny prompted as if it had been the most obvious reasoning in the world.

“I don’t know, but my first thought certainly wasn’t that you were attacked by a teenage psychopath,” You remarked, eyeing over his injury once more, “I thought when you started working for the DA’s office, you’d be less likely to have stuff like this happen.”

“Life’s full of surprises. Isn’t it, lovebug?” Sonny grinned, lifting his arm to invite you to cuddle up next to him.

“I suppose it is,” You replied, “You’re okay though, right?”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah, baby. I’m okay,” He confessed, “But if I’m bein’ honest, a night in is really sounding good right about now.”

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his slender torso, the sound of your laughter bringing some of the weight off of Sonny’s chest.

“Sounds like a plan to me. I was kind of hoping you’d say that.” You admitted.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Sonny questioned, “Another Golden Girls marathon?”

“You know me so well,” You laughed again, not surprised that he was able to dish out your reasoning for wanting to stay home, “But I know it’s not your favorite so we can-”

“No, no, doll. I’m good with that. As long as you’re here then I’m good.” Sonny cut you off, pulling you even closer, “I have to say that it’s kind of growing on me...”

With that, you scrambled for your phone to order a pizza, followed by the remote, turning on the TV and flipping to the correct channel. You maintained conversation, but much happier topics. You caught him up with all the drama you were enduring at work (which amounted to just gossip between coworkers), told him about the new book you were reading, as well as any other menial things that he loved hearing about.

Sonny managed a chuckle to himself. Even after all these years, your innocence always made him smile. You didn’t always see the dark side of things like he did. Sonny had seen his fair share of horrific things during his time working as a detective...and even still as an ADA. He always considered himself to be the darkness and you to be the brightness in the relationship. Polar opposites that just fit so well. He found relief when he came home to you every day. You were his release, his comfort from everything he had seen.

And you’d be his relief from all the things that he had yet to see.

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[prince-septimus]

the mission

pairing : mention of captain boomerang x (former) FBI agent!reader

summary : everything comes to an end at some point, although this is not how you expected your ending to go.

word count : 1.2k

warnings : major the suicide squad spoilers

static hearts series 

It was supposed to be easy. That was what he had promised you.

“Just like any other mission,” he had whispered to you the night before, “it’s easy.”

You should’ve known, though, that everything you chose to do came with a price. It had been like that ever since you met Amanda Waller. Nothing was plain and simple and everything cost something. 

And with a nickname like the Suicide Squad, you should have thought about the implications a little more. 

Losing Digger felt like losing everything, and in a way, you had lost everything. 

After you had been found by Amanda Waller, this time forced to join her team as a criminal and not an ally, the only thing you had left was him. He had become everything for you because nothing else was promised, nothing else belonged to you. This wasn’t like your years as an FBI agent where you still had some semblance of a normal life. Things had changed the moment you joined Task Force X, and Amanda made well on her promises to strip you of everything except the skin on your body that held you together if you disobeyed. 

But she couldn’t take him.

Even in the crowded confines of Belle Reve, you had peace in knowing that at the end of each day, he was yours, and you didn’t need anything else. You didn’t have anything else and that was fine. 

Harley reaches for your hand and you jump. She pulls her hand back quickly, her eyes softening. “You still thinkin’ about him?”

You frown. You hadn’t cried yet, you realized. You didn’t know if you could. “Yes.”

The rest of what is left of the team sits quietly in the helicopter as it carries you back to the United States. You’re all grimy and smelly and so sleep deprived that you’re sure the moment your adrenaline fades away you’ll sleep for three days.

The mission is over - the actual mission, not the one that you had been aware of when you first dropped on the island. 

“He’d be happy you’re okay,” Harley tells you gently, cautiously reaching for your hand once more and squeezing when you take it. 

But were you okay? You’re covered in blood and gore, very aware of the fact that you need a shower. Your body aches, but your mind?

It’s eerily calm.

“I like to think Boomer and Flag are both looking down on us--” There’s the Harley you know, grinning like a maniac and looking at the roof of the helicopter to accentuate her point. “--they’d be proud. Proud of us. Proud of the fact we’re goin’ home.”

Home.

Your mind briefly runs through your catalog of messy memories you had gathered the past few days. You had followed Flag into the trees when everything broke out, but had lost him only moments later. Where he found the rebels, you found the other half of Task Force X. Faces you didn’t recognize, but somehow knew your name.

Amanda hadn’t seemed happy upon the realization you lived, but you trudged on with the team, finding Flag and then Harley and beginning to unravel what you had actually been thrown onto the island for.

The entire time, you thought about Digger - of his torn apart body and the boomerangs you now held strapped to your chest after you managed to snatch them up before running off.

(Flag had looked at them when you found him, a tinge of sadness in his voice as he apologized. You didn’t blame him.)

The rest of what happened was a blur - the city falling apart as you attempted to save it. You had been running on autopilot the entire time in order to keep yourself together. That’s why you barely blink an eye when you learn that Flag had died, subconsciously cataloguing those feelings away with the rest to deal with later.

And now it was all beginning to hit you. 

You had lost your home. 

A choked sob spills from your lips. All at once, the rush of emotions you had managed to contain the past few days rushes forward and you’re falling against Harley with a cry. The others startle at the sound, but at the sight of Harley cradling you in her arms and a well-placed side eyed glare, they all turn away.

You didn’t have a home anymore. Your home died on that beach moments after you touched ground. You had given him one last look, a wink that promised you would see him later, when the mission was over and you’d be heading back together with grins etched across your faces. That never happened. You had watched, a stunned silence keeping you from screaming out like Harley had. 

In just a few short seconds, everything you had left was gone. 

Harley holds you as you cry. Your mind is racing with everything you’ve held in - that Digger is gone, and that you now get to live the freedom promised to you without him by your side. 

You weren’t sure if it was really freedom or just an illusion of what you could never have.

“He didn’t deserve it,” you speak softly against Harley’s shoulder as you press yourself against her minutes later, after you’ve caught your breath and can breathe easily again. “None of them did,” you add on.

You didn’t know the others long enough to have any sort of friendship formed, but that didn’t change anything. They had all been people fighting for their freedom, and none of them made it. 

And Flag. In the end, he had reminded you so much of your old partner that the loss of him physically made you ache. You were angry over his death - a proper hero’s death that could have been prevented if only Amanda Waller was a better person.

You remember what Digger had told you, that it would be easy, and oh, how wrong he had been. Nothing about anything you had suffered through the past few days had been easy, and you have a feeling that nothing will ever be easy again.

Later, when the tears have dried in streaks down your cheeks and you’ve stopped clinging to Harley’s arm, you speak again, your voice clear and settled this time.

“Don’t die on me, Harley,” you tell her, your hand squeezing hers, the question of a promise in the gesture. “I’ve lost everything. I need you to not die on me. Okay?”

Harley knows the weight of your words - that the pain that has filled your heart might never go away. She knows that you’re asking her to not die because she’s all you know, all you have left. 

You lost your home when Digger died, and you lost your hope for humanity and a sense of friendship with the death of Flag. 

All of you have left is the little bit of sanity that Amanda Waller had managed to leave behind, and you’re trusting a woman who is known for her lack of sanity with it. 

Harley smiles at you, a promise. “I won’t.”

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[ilikefandoms]

Family Dinner - Robby Keene

Request - Hi, it's me again. You could write something in which the reader and Robby are in a secret relationship and Daniel notices that boy's passionate gaze and is curious to know who the mysterious young woman is who was leaving him like this, then asks him to invite her to a family dinner . It turns out that Daniel didn't even imagine that this girl was the golden student of Cobra Kai, almost as relentless as Tory and Samantha's number one rival. Throughout dinner, the reader does her best not to provoke a scene, even with Sam's indiscreet insinuations about her being a bad person and to make matters worse, a conversation about sexual orientation arises in a very prejudiced way from Louie and she is extremely offended after a prejudiced comment about bisexuality (she is bisexual, Robby knows and accepts this), Daniel ends up being faster and goes after her, the two talk very cute (almost father and daughter) and the two end up giving each other very well . Anyway, after all that mixture of emotions that was the night, Robby takes the reader home which leads to a lot of affection and kisses on her part (deep down, under that badass exterior she is just a big monster of affection ❤). Sorry if it took too long hahaha.

Pronouns used - She/Her

A/N -  Disclaimer: I do not agree with anything that Louie says in this, it is purely for the storyline. I also kinda made Sam look like a bad guy...sorry Sam.

Warnings - Louie being a biphobic asshole, language

Word Count - 1593

You and Robby had a somewhat 'secret relationship'. You had both decided not to tell anyone, considering the rivalry between your respective dojos. Anyway, you were enjoying spending time with Robby alone.

Daniel had begun to get suspicious though. He had noticed that Robby had been acting different than usual, smiling at his phone, and getting home later. Daniel had made the fair assumption that Robby was in fact, seeing someone.

He had not-so subtilty brought up the question in conversation, taking Robby aback. Robby had admitted it though, and Mr Larusso had asked to meet this ‘Mystery Girl’, and asked Robby to invite you to family dinner.

So, here you were standing outside the Larusso’s house, having just texted Robby that you were here. You didn’t want Sam answering the door. 

Robby opened the door, “Hey babe, why didn’t you knock?”

“I didn’t want Sam or someone opening it to see me,” you shrugged, “I’m just nervous I guess, what with mine and Sam’s rivalry, with Cobra Kai. Everything,”

Robby wrapped his arms around you, “It’s gonna be ok, alright. If it ends up being too awkward or whatever, we can leave,” he reassured.

“Thank you,” 

He kissed your cheek, “Anytime. Ready to go in?” you nodded. Robby placed his hand in yours, and you walked in.

The Larusso’s house was beautiful, it had off-white walls, a mixture of hardwood and patterned flooring, and large windows. It was probably one of the nicest houses you’d ever been in.

“Hey Robby,” Amanda Larusso approached you, “This must be your girlfriend. I’m Amanda,”

“Y/N,” you said.

“it’s so great to meet you, Robby’s told us so much about you!” She said - even if this wasn’t true.

“No he hasn’t,” you said, with a weak chuckle.

“Okay, well... that’s true, but I hope to get to know you more today. Okay, we are eating outside today as it is a lovely night. Everyone else is already out there, make yourselves at home, and dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” she said, smiling.

You both thanked her, before heading outside to where everyone was talking. “Hey everyone,” Robby made your presence known.

“Hey Robby!” Daniel greeted, before laying his eyes on you, when his smile faded. It was no secret that you were the Golden Student of Cobra Kai, you had even been known to take Miguel and Tory in fights, and of course...Sam.

“What is she doing here?” Sam exclaimed, gesturing towards you.

Your grip on Robby’s hand tightened. You had expected this, so you decided to stand your ground, “I was invited,” you asserted.

“Who would invite you here?” Sam asked with narrowed eyes.

“Sam,” Robby said, in an attempt to calm her down. 

It was at this point that her eye’s travelled down to where yours and Robby’s hands were enlaced. “Don’t tell me you’re actually dating this bitch,”

“Sam!” Daniel scolded, and just before an argument could come out, Mrs Larusso arrived, holding trays of food.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“No, mom. We’re fine,” Sam said, partially through gritted teeth.

**********

There had been evident silence since dinner had started, it was starting to get annoying, how Sam was giving you death glares from across the table. Anthony was doing the same, although he was just probably copying what Sam was doing.

Amanda then decided to break the silence, asking you a question “So, Y/N how did you and Robby meet?”

“We met at the skate park. Robby was tried to do a new trick, but it went wrong and his board ended up flying in my direction, he apologised, we started talking, and...here we are,” you replied, giving her a smile.

“Oh that’s sweet, and from what little Robby has said, you do karate?” she questioned.

“Yeah, I do,” you said, purposefully not saying your dojo’s name - even if Sam and Mr Larusso knew, you wanted to keep the dojo rivalry to a minimum.

“She’s top of her class as well,” Robby added, “She can easily beat me in a fight,” 

“Only because you fight dirty,” Sam uttered underneath her breath.

You ignored her, “I wouldn’t say easily,” you protested, “But, yeah I can totally kick your ass,” you said, letting out a small laugh. Sam rolled her eyes

“Wow, that’s really impressive. What dojo do you go to,” Mrs Larusso asked.

“Oh, um, Cobra Kai,” you said, somewhat trailing off towards the end.

“Oh. Okay, is this why this dinner is being so awkward?” she said, and no-one answered, “Obviously it is,” she mumbled.

“Aren’t they the dojo that dislocated Robby’s shoulder?” Louie asked.

“Technically that was just Hawk,” Robby defended.

“Still doesn’t excuse their shitty teaching methods,” Sam said quietly.

Your hand balled into a fist. Her snarky comments were starting to fuel your anger. Robby placed his hand over yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles - an action that he knew calmed you, and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Y/N, are you new to town? I can’t recall seeing you anywhere,” Amanda questioned, seemingly ignoring her daughters comments.

“Yeah, I only moved here 6 months ago. My mom got a new job,” you explained.

“Oh, what does you mom do?"

“She’s a real estate agent,” you replied.

“Oh, that’s cool,”

**********

Conversation slowly picked up from there, although that didn’t stop Sam from making remarks. It was like she was trying to get people to think you were a bad person, saying stuff like ‘Dad, I’m glad that you taught me and Robby the right way of karate’.

It was honestly taking a toll on you, you had to work hard to make a good impression, and not act out and make a scene.

“Mom, did I tell you that Moon has a girlfriend now?” Sam asked her mother.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” 

“Yeah, it’s this Piper. She’s nice,” she explained.

“Moon is the girl that was dating that Hawk guy?” Louie butted in.

“Yeah,”

“Was she just gay all along then?”

“No, she’s just bisexual,” Sam said, furrowing her eyebrows at Louie’s question.

“Sam, come on. Bisexuality isn’t real,” you fists balled as Louie continued, “People are either gay or straight, you can’t like both, that’s just... unnatural,”

“Fuck this!” You yelled. You rose from your seat, and stormed out of the back yard.

“Louie, what the fuck?” Sam, and Amanda said in unison. Robby sat there glaring at Louie for a few seconds, before standing up to go after you. Daniel put a hand on his shoulder, and muttered an “I’ll go,” and went after you. Meanwhile, Amanda was kicking Louie out of the house, using language she would never use in front of her kids in any other sort of situation.

Daniel ran after you. “Y/N! Wait,” 

“What do you want?” you said, wiping tears that had escaped. 

“Look, I’m sorry for what Louie said. If it’s any consolation, Amanda is shouting at him, and kicking him out,” he stated.

“You can’t control what he said. It’s not your fault,” 

“I know, but I’m still sorry, and I’m also sorry for what Sam has been saying. I know you two have your rivalry...thing, but it shouldn’t have come up,”

“Yeah, thanks,” you nodded.

“You did well for handling it as well as you did, had that of been me, I would’ve thrown hands,” he said, impressed.

“Oh, trust me I wanted to. It just doesn’t give off a good impression if you beat the shit out of the people your boyfriend’s living with,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, well I guess not,” he smiled.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well like, I’m a part of Cobra Kai. I’ve been in fights with your daughter, I’m not what people call the best ‘influence’ on people. Need I say more?” you said

“I see your point, but Robby trusts you. I’ve seen him improve since you two have been together, he seems happier, and if he trusts you, then I do too,” he explained.

“Thank you Mr Larusso,” you said, smiling at him.

“No problem kid,” he smiled back, “Now, if you want to stay for dessert, we have ice cream,” he offered.

“I think I’d just rather go home, if that’s okay,” you said.

“That’s totally fine, alright? I’ll go get Robby to take you home?” 

“Yes please,” you said, “Thank you,”

“Your welcome. I’ll see you soon,”

“Bye”

Robby came out a minute after Daniel had left, and immediately hugged you, “Are you okay?” he mumbled.

“I will be. I just want to go home,” you replied. 

“Okay, lets go, yeah?” he asked. You replied by nodding your head, yes.

**********

You and Robby had arrived at your house, and he walked you up to the front door. “Can you stay with me?” you asked.

“Yeah of course,”

You both made your way up the stairs and into your room. You grabbed some comfy clothes, and changed in the bathroom, before coming back to Robby.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

“A little. Can we cuddle?” 

He just laid down in your bed, and opened his arms for you to lay in. You positioned yourself in his arms so your head was on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heart beating.

Robby kissed the top of your head. You shifted your head to look up at him. He kissed your lips.

You knew that this boy would be the death of you.

@blackoutgirx

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