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604to647 · 6 months

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Safest with You - Ch. 2 (The Bookstore)

1.7K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: You run into a familiar stranger at a bookshop after work.

Warnings: None! All fluff: our meet cute continues in a second location.

A/N: Thank you for the kind words and encouragement on Ch. 1 🥹 This takes place at the end of the day following the events of The Coffeeshop (Series Masterlist).There's a Paz mention (he took over from Din as head of security for the Fett family when Din retired), and a Peli mention too! 😊 I didn't set out to do dual POV, but it veered in that direction a little bit - if you have any tips on writing in this style, please do kindly share! Thank you!

You work late, as usual, and find yourself with just enough time to run across the street to your favourite independent bookstore downtown before heading out to dinner with some friends. It’s actually such a funny little store to be tucked away amidst all the concrete skyscrapers, but you’re grateful it exists – a friendly, cozy haven that you often find yourself visiting at the end of a long work day. Today, you’ve come expressly to pick up multiple copies of the latest release in a fantasy series that a few of your dinner friends are reading. After picking up four copies, you give in to the temptation to look around the shop for something to add to your ever growing TBR pile.

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Din spots you from his spot in the bookstore window before you even come in. He’s supposed to be keeping watch for the target in his assigned area, but the truth is he’s been distracted thinking about you all day. He had noticed you in the coffeeshop this morning even before the kerfuffle with that scrawny punk in the grey suit, but after having spent a little time with you, he hasn't been able to get your pretty smile and sweet voice out of his mind. He had been touched by the way you took care of an old lady you didn’t even know; but it was after your warmth had radiated to his hand when you had warned him of the sharp porcelain shards, that you truly became unforgettable. He admired the way you had diffused the situation this morning; not many had the talent to calm and soothe him with a single touch. It was especially striking since he had seen a fiery spark in your eyes when you had admonished that jerk in the grey suit. The way you could be so sweet, but then tap into such passion at a moment’s notice, had him grinning to himself positive he would not want to get on your bad side. What a woman.

Din watches you bounce into the store and make a beeline for the new releases table. With amusement, he sees you select multiple copies of the same book, but not before picking up and examining all the copies on the table, and choosing only the ones that pass your careful inspection. After you disappear between the stacks, Din makes the split second decision to leave his post (he and Paz had planned for multiple sightlines covering each location. It should be fine.). Going first to the till to discreetly pay for the books that he saw you pick up, Din then ducks into the back of the store where he saw you wander off to.

He finds you straightening up the piles of books on a table labelled “BookTok Faves” and wonders if you’re organizing a mess you had stumbled upon or one you had created by searching through the copies looking for the “crispiest” covers. He finds both possibilities to be equally charming.

“Hi.”

You look up, completely taken by surprise to see the handsome Quad Ice stranger from this morning looking at you with an adorable grin, and you can’t help but smile back, “Hi! It’s you.”

Din chuckles, “Yes, it’s me.”

Right away you think of the events of this morning, “Oh! Was everything okay with the old lady after I left?”

Din isn’t at all surprised that your first thought is to ask after someone else. He tells you everything: how he waited with Elizabeth for her cappuccino to be called, how he learned she’s in the city visiting her twin grandchildren (one girl, one boy), and how he saw her to and sat with her at a prime window seat in the coffee shop for a little bit, and that when he left, she was halfway through the delicious coffee cake, which she had insisted he take a bite of.

You delight in these details and you tell him so as you thank him for his thoughtfulness.

“What about you? How was the rest of your day?”

You note that it’s kind of him to ask and let him know that you had a perfectly lovely day, “…and to think, some spilled coffee on my clothes didn’t make a lick of difference to the people I work with. Imagine that!” You have a twinkle in your eye, and Din laughs along with you, not even trying to hide how mesmerized he is by the sound of your giggles.

He points at the stain on your skirt that he remembers seeing this morning and offers, “Well, if you need a good dry cleaner, my friend runs ‘Peli’s Drycleaning’ on 14th. If you say Din sent you, they might try extra hard not to lose your clothes.”

“Oh! Thank you! I have a great relationship with my dry cleaners… I spill a lot,” you joke, “but I appreciate the offer so much …Din.” You try out his name and find that you love the way it sounds rolling off your tongue; you introduce yourself and give him your hand when he holds out his. His huge hand completely dwarfs yours, and as he holds your hand for a moment longer than necessary, you feel how strong and rough his palm and thick fingers are and think you might like the feel of his hands even more than the feel of his name.

To snap yourself out of a daydream state that is barreling towards inappropriate thoughts such as where else you might like those hands and fingers, you take the opportunity to thank Din for everything he did this morning. “Thank you again for all your help this morning; I’m really glad you were there.”

“You look like you had it under control,” Din smiles, but his brow furrows remembering, “but I didn’t like the way that guy spoke to you and Elizabeth. He was really out of line. No one should be speaking to anyone else like that.”

“Oh, sadly I feel like that’s more common than it should be around here. There’s always some puffed up finance guy that thinks he can yell his way to the top,” you roll your eyes. Over your career you’ve definitely met your fair share of douche bag finance bros; luckily, you’ve also learned that arrogance and false bravado aren’t the only way to get ahead. You have a feeling that the man standing in front of you is a testament to the fact that strength and authority can come from calm and consideration. “You don’t work around here?” you ask Din.

Din shakes his head, “No, just have a work assignment that has me down here for the day. I don’t usually come downtown.” Din light heartedly jokes, “Which is lucky for our coffee-stained friend, you might not be around next time to calm me down if I were to see him again.”

You remember the electricity that had emanated from Din this morning when you had touched his clenched fists and remember the sense of safety you had felt then; you feel it now, just being in his presence. You give Din a glowing smile, “Well, I hope his meeting went well and that no one noticed his stains, so he was thoroughly ashamed of himself for the rest of the day for the way he acted.”

“You’re much nicer than me. I have been actively hoping all day that his meeting didn’t go well.”

“Well. I think you’re very nice,” you look up shyly.

Din smiles back. How are you so sweet? He is about to ask you if you’re free for dinner, when the phone in his hand buzzes. He looks down to see a text from Paz that the target has been spotted and the location that everyone needs to converge at now. “Oh. Shoot. I have to go. I’m sorry.”

You’re a little surprised by the abrupt end to the conversation, but Din genuinely looks sorry to be leaving, “Of course! Good luck with.. your thing! It was nice to see you again.”

“You too.” Din has already started to move towards the bookstore exit, but he tries to convey his regret at having to leave you with his forlorn expression. He’s not sure if he will ever see you again, and he swallows the lump in this throat at that thought, doing his best to memorize your pretty face and the sweet way you’re waving goodbye.

After Din leaves you let out a deep sigh. Would you ever see Din again? He didn’t work downtown, so your chances of running into him at the coffeeshop or this bookstore again were probably nil. And you didn’t know anything about him other than his first name and the fact that he was kind and funny, with puppy dog eyes you could lost in, and big strong hands that would feel so good around… stop it. You exhale another melancholy breath and wish you had had a little more time with Din, maybe you could have gotten his number or something. You resign yourself to having to forget your handsome Quad Ice.

To fill this new emotional void, you add a couple more books to your purchase pile and you make your way over to the cashier. After she scans your items, she pushes the stack back towards you and says, “It’s all taken care of!”

“I’m sorry, what do you mean?”

“The gentleman who was here earlier paid for your books already.”

Din? “The gentleman? The one with the dark fluffy hair with greys in it?” You describe what Din was wearing as well, still in disbelief.

“That’s the guy! He actually gave me a lot more than what’s needed to cover your books, so you can grab some more stuff if you want. He said to keep paying for people’s books until it ran out, so if there’s anything else you want to get, go ahead.”

“No, that’s ok…I’m sure the next person will appreciate the gesture,” you say, absentmindedly, other thoughts racing through your head, “Wait.. did he leave a number or anything, some way I can contact him to thank him?”

“I actually asked him if wanted to do that, but he said he wouldn’t want you to feel obligated because of the books to call him; he just wants you to enjoy the gift.” Your breath hitches a little; the cashier notices and says, “I know, right?” She gives you a dreamy look, which you mirror back.

Well so much for forgetting your handsome Quad Ice.

Thank you for reading! First two lines of Ch. 3 (The Drycleaner):

“He bought you books?!?”

“Well technically, he bought us all books.”

#din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fic #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x you #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #modern au #no y/n #meet cute #fluff

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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year

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Shiro owns a coffee shop called 'Black like my Lion' Lance and Pidge work there, Hunk hangs out with them at the shop. They all love Shiro, because he's Shiro.

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"Hey Lance! I'm on my break now, so hold down the fort for me, will you?"

Lance nods at Shiro.

He must admit, when Lance first met Shiro, he was a little (a lot) intimidated by the man's tall figure and burly build.

Now, he has to laugh at his previous anxieties. Shiro is only outdone in his niceness by Hunk. (But Shiro makes THE BEST coffee, which may or may not put him at the top of Lance's list.)

Anyway, the shop is pretty slow for the next hour, like it usually is around this time.

That is, until a man sporting a blazing red jacket and a mullet storms in. (Dang, is this guy having an existential crisis or something?)

Mullet Guy walks right up to the counter and then leans with his back against it like he owns the place.

"Ummm... Can I help you?" Lance says.

Ok, so maybe he's a little scared of Mr. Stuck In The 80s, but anyone with a working stranger-danger radar would be too, so shush. Mama McClain taught her son well.

All Lance gets in response to his awe-inspiring show of courage is an unamused grunt.

Ok then. This guy really fits the whole rough and rugged emo vibe, doesn't he? (And the worst part is that he actually pulls it off. Curse Lance's aggressively bisexual heart.)

After about an hour of Lance questioning if the throwback ruffian is plotting his murder and whispering theories with Pidge and Hunk, Shiro finally comes back.

Sir Tall Dark and Cappuccino absolutely explodes.

"SHIRO. You PRICK. WHAT is WRONG with you? I was an HOUR late to my shift, and I couldn't even CALL the damn place because you just HAD to go and actually THINK YOUR EVIL PLANS THROUGH FOR ONCE!"

The male Elizabeth Taylor takes a breath, his face settling into a pout that is both adorable and (somehow) terrifying at the same time.

Shiro doesn't even flinch.

"Oh, hey Keith. I'm assuming you found my little surprise?"

(Thank goodness, Lance was running out of weirdly long nicknames for 'Keith.')

Keith closes his eyes and takes in a sharp breath. It reminds Lance of his sister when he's being particularly annoying, and she's trying not to strangle him. (You know, that face you make when you're repeatedly reminding yourself that the negatives of killing your sibling outweighs the positives, even though they don't and you just don't want authority figures yelling at you?)

"Shiro. Every piece of clothing I own is inside-out, and you stole. My. Flipping. Phone."

"Well, you refused to take the night shift for tonight!"

"So you completely CRAP UP ALL OF MY PERFECTLY-FOLDED CLOTHING?"

"YES. EXACTLY."

Lance, Hunk, and Pidge are watching the exchange like it's a ping-pong game. Seeing that this will likely escalate further if no one interjects, Lance speaks up.

"So Shiro, care to tell us who this is?"

Shiro's face breaks out into a huge grin.

"This is my awesome baby brother! All you really need to know about him is that he's a whole lot cooler than me."

"Stop that, I'm still mad at you."

"No, he's not."

So, what has Lance learned from this?

Shiro has a REALLY hot younger brother (does it run in the family or something?)

NEVER piss off Shiro. He will find a very creative and way too elaborate way to get back at you.

#vld au #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #takashi shirogane #broganes #coffeeshop au #keith kogane #tawny post

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Coffee in the park with Liz, please and thanks

Ah!! bless you!!

Elizabeth Donnelly x reader some language, completely unedited, pure fluff. Lort i miss Liz. Also this is only a hour past midnight meaning it counts for Ms Judith Light's birthday, right? LOL ETA; Because im an idiot and forgot. covers the coffee shop sq for @adarafaelbarba bingo!

It was technically still winter and you knew you were due for another cold snap later on in the month, but today happened to be one of those miraculously balmy, warm and sunny days. The days that you could actually forgo the full winter parka, instead of seeing your breath, sunbeams shined through the air and there was an overall sense of joy and freedom through the city. Days like today you wanted to take full advantage of the sunlight, knowing that it might be back to grey skies and chilly temps within the next twelve hours.

You knew Liz wasn’t in court today, it was a paperwork day and that likely meant she hadn’t left her chambers since she got there that morning. You wandered your usual route through the courthouse halls, leaving a gentle knock on her door before pushing it open and sure enough she was behind her desk, empty Tupperware beside her. She glanced up, her face shifting into a warm smile when she noticed it was you approaching her desk.

“And to what do I owe this lovely surprise.” She asked, a hand caressing at your cheek as you leant down to kiss her hello.

“Figured I’d swing by.”

“It’s a little late for lunch.” She gestured to the empty container, “though I am eternally grateful for those leftovers.”

“You’re welcome.” You grinned, “and I know, I was thinking coffee.”

“Well I don’t see a tray in your hand.” She teased and you laughed, grabbing at her hand.

“Nope. Because we’re going out!”

“Sweetheart I’ve got to finish this.”

“Yeah? For when?” You eyed her suspiciously and her cheeks pinked.

“Next Thursday.”

“Exactly.” You pressed a tender kiss to her cheek, “so we’re gonna hit Blue Spoon because you never stop bragging that they make your cappuccino the best in the city, and I’ve been craving their homemade chocolate chip cookies and I want a batch for dessert.”

“And then?” She raised a brow and you chuckled, watching her slip her coat back on and pick up her purse.

“A walk through the park. It’s really nice out today and your office barely has a window, you need some sunshine.”

“Are you saying I’m dull?” She teased and you feigned offence.

“Never in my life.”

Smiling, you accepted her hand in yours, fingers interlacing easily as you made your way out of the courthouse in perfect sync. Elizabeth had to admit, even just seeing you in the middle of a long work day made her mood skyrocket, she was forever grateful that you worked mainly from home and made your own schedule, able to work around hers when needed and you never once lectured her from working the long hours required. You’d simply show up to surprise her, leave a little treat on her desk for her to find later, make sure she had a healthy lunch to eat, or even just shoot off a text accompanied by a photo of whatever you were doing that day, or ingredients for dinner that she had to look forward to that night.

But her favourites were always these little outings, where she got to slip out of the Judge role and into just being her, where she knew no one from work would bother her since you were at her side, ones where she got to hold you hand, listen to you talk about your day, what you were excited for that coming weekend.

You practically bounded into the café, greeting the barista with a warm smile and they started your usual drink order without even having to ask. Elizabeth had always been courteous and friendly with the staff, but you were always so enthusiastic when you chatted with them that she was pretty sure they liked you better nowadays. She secretly knew that was confirmed when there were an extra three cookies in the package you bought.

She let out a happy sigh when the two of you stepped into the park, linked arm in arm as you sipped at your beverages. You’d obviously picked the perfect time, late enough that the usual lunch crowd would have returned to their offices, and the kids were still in school, so that even despite the warmer day, the park wasn’t that crowded. The sun beamed through the air, warming both of you even more than the love and coffee surging through your veins, birds were chirping, swooping through the sky and there was a general overall feeling of happiness in the park. The younger kids that were playing giggling and playfully shrieking as they ran through the grass. It was as if the sense of coming change of seasons was making everyone just that much more positive.

You and Liz didn’t talk much during your walk, just there to enjoy each other’s company, coffee and the fresh air. There were a few comments here or there about where to have dinner that Friday, Liz wanted to take you out, treat you to a special night, even suggesting a nice shopping trip on Saturday. Blushing, you reminded her she didn’t need to do things like that, she was stuck with you at this point. She laughed in return, leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose,

“One of these days you’ll eventually remember that I simply like to spoil the people I love.”

“We both like to spoil in our own ways.” You grinned back and she chuckled.

“A cup of coffee or a home cooked meal means just as much if not more than anything luxurious, you know that, right?”

“You always say you already have everything you want, so yes, I remember.”

“I have you.” She smiled, stealing a kiss, “what more could I possibly want?”

“You’re going to make me either cry or throw up, I’m not sure which.” You laughed and she playfully rolled her eyes, though it turned into an actual eye roll when her phone pinged from her pocket. Picking it up she swiped through the notification, “duty calls?”

“Just Casey, whatever advice she wants she can wait until we’ve finished the loop.”

You felt yourself trying not to beam at the way Elizabeth repocketed her phone, it was work, there was always a chance it was urgent and she’d get a mini lecture from the prosecutor later on, but it didn’t matter. Right now she had you on her arm, a half full coffee and the sunshine was restoring her energy to get through the rest of the day. Though it wasn’t much longer before the two of you reached the end of the loop, emerging onto the street facing the courthouse and her phone pinged once again. You let out a little giggle, tossing your coffee cup into the trash.

“Little miss popular.” You teased, “Casey again?”

“Alex.” She rolled her eyes, “but on Casey’s behalf.”

“Well,” you nudged her, “go. And see what they’re doing this weekend, we should have them over for dinner again soon.”

“I’ll ask.” She cupped your cheek softly, leaning in to kiss you tenderly, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Thank you for the coffee, and the dose of sunshine.” She grinned, “though you give me enough of that without actually having to go outside.”

“Puke Liz. Puke.” You deadpanned before laughing, surging to kiss her again, “you’ll be home for dinner?”

“Of course.” She smiled, “what’s on the menu?”

“I fell down a Pinterest hole, picked up stuff for enchiladas.”

“Sounds delicious.” She was barely finished her sentence before her phone began ringing and she let out a low swear, kissing your cheek, “I’ll see you later.”

You squeezed her hand once more before you went your separate ways. Even with the interruption Elizabeth felt a million times better after seeing you, she always did, and she knew that no matter what, she always would. You were the only midday break she needed, the only sunshine required, the warmth in the middle of a cold winter, as long as she had you on her side, she was set for life.

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@svulife-rl @anya-casablanca @mickey-gomez @naturalxselection @yesterdaysgone @momlifebehard @alexusonfire @alexxavicry @rainbowelshrhian @daddy-heather-dunbar @evilregal2002 @alcabots @ladysc @dextur @disneyfan624 @kdaghay @swimmingstudentchaos891 @borg-queer @billiedeannovak

#elizabeth donnelly #elizabeth donnelly x reader #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #elizabeth donnelly drabble #elizabeth donnelly fluff #adarafaelbarbabdaybingo

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pacific-rimbaud · 1 year

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Love and Other Historical Accidents is one of the most romantic things I've ever read and I can bring myself to tears just thinking about it honestly. The last chapter confession from both Draco and Hermione just kills me. Thank you so much for sharing it with us ❤️ What are your inspirations for romance writing?

Honestly Jane Austen. I vividly remember watching Sense and Sensibility as a young teenager and wanting that feeling again and again. She's one of the greatest character writers in English, and she communicates something timeless about love and partnership. Who deserves our time? What does it look like to be seen? Cherished? There's a reason she's passionately read 200 years later. E.M. Forster, Edith Wharton, Elizabeth Gaskell, Thomas Hardy, and Tolstoy are also frequent rereads for me.

I don't really read within the romance genre outside of fanfiction. I love reading my friends' novels, and have liked a couple of contemporary and historical romances over the years, but broadly speaking, straight-up romance has never been my deal. I constantly lose my heart to fictional men and the women who love them, though: Howl and Sophie, Jack and Phryne, Kaz and Inej, Lockwood and Lucy, Palamedes and Camilla (brb sobbing into my cappuccino), Westley and Buttercup in both film and novel (though let's be honest, Westley and Inigo...mmf poly triad, maybe?)

I did a lot of imaginative play with Barbies as a kid, and for me, fanfiction feels like lying on the summer lawn of my imagination getting my blorbos and meow meows into Situations and making them kiss. Bonus serotonin for me if there's a tinge of Gabriel Oak or Captain Wentworth or Mr. Knightley. At its best it's shamelessly self-serving and private and absorbing, and it's always kind of wondrous when other people enjoy it.

Thank you for the ask!

#you asked I answered #love and other historical accidents #laoha #l&oha #writing #writblr

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worldofbakedbeanzs · 10 months

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Simon Riley x Elizabeth Van Halen (my OC)

I fell. Fell in love with someone I can’t have. It was Simon. Simon Riley. A man I knew since childhood back in Manchester, England. Someone I went through my bad and good days with. Someone that I admire as a person. I would always fall asleep thinking about him. Hugging my pillow wishing it was him. The day he left for military training, I believed he would come and visit me. But he never did. He just called once in a while. It made me think that he forgot about me. And I bet he did at times.

I made my customers’ coffee as I thought about my day so far. It was the usual slow day at my family’s small corner cafe. I sighed, wishing that my shift would be over soon.

“Here you go.” I presented the cappuccino in a cup. They thanked me and went back to reading. As I went back to the counter to prepare more coffee grounds, I didn’t notice a tall figure entering the cafe. My back towards the front, a man clearing their throat caught my attention and I spun around. Locking eyes with this person, my eyes become wide. But I quickly went back to normal asking what they wanted.

“Is there a Elizabeth here?” the man asked, that I recognized as Simon. He was holding a gift bag.

With a small giggle I replied, “This is her.”

He smiled softly, “Sorry I didn’t recognize you there. May we have a chat?”

I nodded, getting my younger sister to take over. We sat down at a back table. Silence enveloped us. It was awkward but relaxing. It was when he spoke that broke the awkwardness.

“It’s been a bit since we have seen each other, has it little bird?” He locked eyes with me.

To that nickname, I blushed as I looked away

“Y-yeah, it’s been a long time.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying. I always thought he forgot, as it has been forever since we saw each other last. I looked at his eyes. They were worried and confused. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion, “Are you alright, love?” I nodded, lying. He sighed and got up and slightly raised his arms out, inviting me for a hug. I got up and accepted it.

He whispered, “How has my girl been?”

“Been good.”

“I miss you. I’m sorry I didn’t visit. Been busy.”

“It’s alright Simon.”

I let go and smiled, tears falling down my cheeks. He wiped them away softly. We sat back down and started to chat about our lives so far. We laughed and exchanged jokes. It felt like we’re teens again. I caught him staring at my lips a few times. Something that I took note of. He handed me a bag and told me to open it. It was a scrapbook with stickers and photos of places he’s been. On the cover it read, “For the love of my life.”

I looked up at him. His blue eyes showed love and appreciation. I smiled once more and giggled, “I never knew you felt the same.”

“Never?” his eyebrows rose.

“Yeah, I think about you everyday. And went through all our interactions thousands of times to find a hint. I guess I’m blind.”

He put his hand over mine. Moving his thumb back and forth. I sighed, "Would u like a coffee or anything, its on the house."

He shook his head, "I just need to know how to get up stairs. I talked to your mom and she is letting me stay at your guy's house for a while. My parents moved to London and I wanted to visit you."

I smiled, "Of course."

We got up and he followed me to the back, up the stairs and to a tidy room.

"My mother said someone was coming over, so I made the room feel as cozy as it can be."

He patted me head, "I like it." I thanked him and was going to leave but he grabbed my arm, "Stay, your sister wouldn't mind, its always slow Saturday."

I hesitated. This was the only way I get money. But I bet my parents wouldn't mind, so I agreed to stay. He pulled me inside the room letting go as I entered. He closed the door. He sat on the bed, becking me to do the same.

I curiously questioned, "Is there something you need?"

He nodded leaned in to kiss me. It was a slow and gentle kiss. When we parted he cupped me cheek looking my in my eyes, "I never thought I would fall in love with such a beauty." Simon went and layed down becking me agian to follow suit. So instead of me laying next to him, I lay ontop if him, in which he enjoyed. We lay there for a while in silence. It was until a knock on the door alerted us to a presence. I climbed off of him and went to answer the door.

It was my mother.

"Hello sweet pea. I'm just wondering when you two would like to eat."

We told her a little later, then she left.

I inquired about a small walk. He agreed and I went to change out of my uniform. I put on a hoodie and a cute micro skirt on. We went down stairs and head out for our walk.

#fanfic #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost cod

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primroseprime2019 · 1 year

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OC Sexuality Tag

Aether- Asexual, Nonbinary

Ruby- Pansexual

Ellen- Xenosexual

Moon- Asexual

Holly- Bisexual

Thaddeus- Asexual

Bethany- Asexual

Orion- Aromantic

Franklin- Demisexual

Terrance- Heterosexual

Michael- Gay

Elizabeth- Heterosexual

Evan- Gay

Pamela- Lesbian

Tagging: @jinxneedssleep @kouki-kaneko @alexandra537264 @cappuccino-bear @axie-axolotl @askthewingedidiotsandfamilys @elenalaianeva1567 @wingsy-keeper-of-songs @overlookedfile @movieexpert1978 @randomfandomtrash28 @illiana-mystery

#oc sexuality tag #tag game #my ocs #transcendants #lgbtqia+

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cardboardacid · 2 years

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super dark times (2017) dir. kevin phillips

#super dark times #movie #film #kevin phillips #charlie tahan #owen campbell #elizabeth cappuccino #max talisman #sawyer barth #josh templeton #zach taylor #allison bannister #charlie barth #daryl harper

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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Episode 4: A Place To Stay

Sergeant Hank Voight x Abigail Barlowe (asian ofc)

Summary: Sergeant Voight discovers Abigail is sleeping at the precinct, so he offers her a place to stay.

Warnings: a drug bust, mention of murder.

Wordcount: 4.1k

Masterlist // fearless masterlist // season 1 masterlist

‘Question,’ I say, when I’m sitting in front of Johnston at the cafe. It’s our day off and we’ve decided that spending a day partially together would be good for our relationship. We’ve been partners for years and now we’re apart a lot. It felt wrong not to see each other on a daily basis like we were so used to.

Besides, his wife Elizabeth needed a break from him, so I took over Johnston baby sit duty like I had done so many times in the past.

‘I know you were involved with Elizabeth when you started working at the police force, but if you weren’t, would you ever have considered dating someone within the force?’

Johnston looks up from his coffee, cocking an eyebrow in the process. ‘You were eyeballing me, Barlowe?’

I kick his shin underneath the table, causing him to wince. ‘A partner, you dummy. Not me. A.’ I shoot him a dangerous glare. ‘Just answer the damn question.’

He leans back, his fingers toying with the handle of the cup. ‘I don’t know. It’s of course how you meet people and they understand you and the job well, but it also means you take your job home with you.’ He smirks. ‘What’s up, Abigail? You got a boy you like in your unit.’

‘No,’ I say. ‘I was just wondering.’ I take a sip of my cappuccino, already hating myself for bringing up the conversation.

‘Ah, little Abigail Barlowe has a crush. Tell me who it is.’

‘I do not have a crush,’ I say, though that is a lie.

Johnston obviously pokes right through it. ‘It’s Antonio, am I right? He’s a pretty boy.’

I now sorta wish it was Antonio now, because that would’ve been less weird than the truth. I could say yes, but then he’ll taunt me for a crush that is fake and will try to play matchmaker, especially because he and Antonio hang out at Molly’s a lot and Antonio is recently divorced.

I decide to just continue on with my ‘I don’t have a crush’-lie.

‘I’m not interested in anyone of my unit or the entirety of the CPD for that matter. Besides, even if I had a crush, I wouldn’t tell you.’

Johnston tilts his head, narrowing his dark brown eyes. ‘Wait a damn minute, I think I know.’

I scoff. ‘Yeah sure.’

‘You’re crushing on your sergeant.’

How the fuck did he draw that conclusion. I hate how he’s right, but I’m not going down that easy. ‘What? No, Johnston, that’s ridiculous!’ I say.

After I broke up with my ex-boyfriend Nelson, I hadn’t even considered falling for someone again, let alone dating. But now, a month after the Felice Geralds case and its aftermath, it has been impossible for me to forget about Sergeant Hank Voight.

After I bared my soul to him, told him about Jolie, he has been tender and kind to me. Not in a patronizing way, more like in a supportive way.

Everything he does, is only adding more fire to the infatuation I am currently experiencing. It’s been so long since I felt like this. I always thought that having crush again would be me betraying on Jolie, but I realize that I can be happy. I can fall in love again without feeling guilty.

But I can’t fall in love with the sergeant. It’s wrong.

It’s just so hard when he is him. Every time I’m determined to not fall for him, he does something that swoops me off my feet.

Getting a beer for me too, double checking with me before we do something at work and giving me nods and tiny smiles of amusement. The other day he wanted me as a back up when he met someone who could give us a lead.

It was great to be around him so much, to learn from him.

To have more reasons to fall for him.

‘That I live long enough to witness you have a crush on someone and then you pick someone,’ Johnston laughs.

He is having way too much fun with this. ‘Shut up,’ I say. ‘It’s just a silly crush. It’ll die down eventually.’

Even if it’ll die down if you have to believe me, he is curious. ‘When did it start?’ Johnston asks.

‘A month ago or so,’ I say, realizing that shutting up about it, isn’t going to work with Tyrell Johnston. He will get his information, so I decide to just put all my cards on the table. ‘After the Felice Geralds case. I… I told him everything about Jolie.’

‘You did?’ he asks, visibly confused. He knows how hard it can be for me to share it. It took him a whole year before I told him about it.

I nod. ‘I felt so safe sharing it with him and now… I feel horrible and giddy about having a crush again.’

‘Giddy I understand, but how is it horrible?’

‘I am not on top of my game. I stuttered the other day and weirded everyone out. The only thing that saved my ass, was claiming I just had a low blood sugar and felt dizzy. But I’m not sure if I can continue to milk that lie out.’

Johnston laughs. ‘I would’ve paid good money to see you stutter and stammer like that.’

‘It’s hard, okay,’ I say, trying to be mad, but I can’t stop my chuckle. ‘It’s not helping at all I’m non stop dreaming about him.’

His expression falters. ‘I don’t need to know that.’

‘Oh shut up, it’s PG friendly,’ I tell him. ‘Besides, I’m not going to do anything about it, because it’s weird. Dating your co-worker is probably a terrible idea already, but dating your sergeant? That is batshit crazy.’

He snickers. ‘Stuttering is too.’

I grab my unopened bag of sugar and throw it in his face. ‘No wonder your wife didn’t wanna have you around. You’re annoying as shit.’

He grabs the bag of sugar and says: ‘Abigail, I think it’s absolutely darling to see you have a little crush.’

‘Shut up.’

He laughs. ‘You turn quite adorable.’

‘I told you to shut up.’

I take a sip of my coffee after I stole his cookie, because I think I deserve it.

‘Okay, don’t freak out,’ Johnston says, ‘but your sergeant just walked in.’

‘Very funny,’ I grumble.

‘No, I’m serious.’

And judging from his expression, he is serious. I look over my shoulder, only to see my sergeant indeed walk in. He must notice I’m gawking at him, because when his eyes land on me, he holds up his hand, offering me a friendly tightlipped smile.

I hold up my hand. ‘Maybe joining Intelligence was a mistake,’ I say, when I turn around again. ‘Then you and I would still be patrolling together and I wouldn’t have a crush on him, meaning I wouldn’t hopelessly embarrass myself.’

‘Okay, miss valedictorian of the University of over exaggerating,’ he hisses. ‘Just get your act together and be cool, okay? He’s coming over.’

Here I am: already in thirty years of age and yet I am a nervous wreck because I have a little crush. I work with this man for fuck’s sake. I managed to have it semi under control usually, however since Johnston knows about my little secret, there is a chance he’ll expose me in a heartbeat.

‘Morning sarge,’ Johnston says.

‘Morning sir,’ I say, when I look up.

He’s wearing his infamous green leather jacket and has a coffee to go in hand. ‘Morning officers,’ he says. ‘You’re up early.’

‘I’m on Tyrell Johnston babysit duty,’ I say and I applaud myself for sounding normal.

‘She and my wife are conspiring against me,’ Johnston chuckles. ‘Can’t you arrest them? It’s basically harassment.’

Voight smirks. ‘Nah, bet you did something to deserve it.’

‘Ouch,’ Johnston notes.

‘Well, rest up well,’ Voight tells me, as he places his hand on my shoulder.

Abigail, whatever you do, do not faint. Please, for your own dignity, keep it together. ‘Will do, sarge.’

‘And be tough, but righteous as a Johnston baby-sitter, ‘kay?’

‘Copy that,’ I chuckle, slightly nervously.

He squeeze my shoulder, before he takes off.

I only take a breath once he’s out of the cafe. I look at Johnston, who has his eyebrows raised. ‘I’ve got the crush under control,’ I tell him.

‘Sure,’ he says, however it’s clear he does not believe me. ‘May I—a complete outsider—speak freely?’

‘You may not.’

‘But I will,’ he continues imperturbably. ‘If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he liked you back.’

‘Shut up,’ I say. ‘Or I’ll skip the righteous part and just be tough on you.’

He holds up his hands. ‘I’ll shut up,’ he chuckles. ‘Just wanted to share my two pieces, that’s all.’

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I’d like to think I have my crush under control, but then Voight would compliment me, squeeze my shoulder or push me behind him when we were going inside a house. It were the little things that made my heart go in overdrive. It were those things that made it impossible for me to forget about my crush.

Thankfully, now I can focus on my first undercover job as an officer.

‘Remember,’ Antonio says to me, ‘look innocent.’

‘I am innocent,’ I retort.

He chuckles. ‘Okay,’ he says, before exchanging a certain look with Ruzek, who starts to laugh as well.

I smack Antonio’s shoulder. ‘I am innocent.’

‘A little less attitude, a little more doe eyes, ‘kay?’

As Antonio checks with Ruzek if the audio and camera work on my necklace, I say: ‘This better, mister Dawson?’ I bat my eyelashes and smile in a pure and almost gullible way.

‘Lovely,’ Antonio jokes, squeezing my cheek. ‘You know the drill: say ‘crazy’ or switch your purse from your right to left shoulder.’

‘You told me that five times, already. You think I’m dumb?’

‘Doe eyes, princess,’ he reminds me and I once again slap his shoulder.

The thing with this undercover deal, is that I have to appear like a college girl, who—for the first time in her life—is going to buy some drugs. I cannot believe I have to pretend like I’m so naive.

I also can’t believe I actually managed to pull of looking like I’m ten years younger than I originally am, but I think I’ve got to thank my father’s DNA, for barely standing at 5’2.

I walk around the corner and make my way over to the guy standing near it, as he leans against the wall. Only thing I need to do, is get that deal. That is all.

While it sounds easy… It’s just that I’m wearing loafers, paired with socks with a laced hem and a plaid dress. The outfit per se isn’t terrible, but I have two braids in my long curly hair.

I look like everyone’s farmer girl fantasy.

‘LT?’ I ask, causing the man to shush me.

‘Quiet,’ he hisses.

‘Sorry,’ I whisper, before cleaning my throat. ‘You got it?’

The man with orbs as dark as night, stares at me, before a smirk appears on his face. ‘I’ve got it,’ he says, his tone a little friendlier now. ‘First time buying?’

I nervously move my legs. ‘That obvious?’ I whisper, adding a nervous chuckle to it. ‘I…’ I search in my purse and pull out two fifty bills. ‘A hundred right?’

The man still smirks, but it appears he is actually pitying me. It means I’m doing my job well. ‘Yeah, but. because you’re a newbie, I’ll give you a little extra. How about that?’

‘Really?’ I ask with a smile. We exchange the money for the bag of coke. ‘Is it too much for me to hug you now?’

‘Easy there, sugar,’ LT says. ‘I’m a married man.’

Yeah, I know. ‘Right,’ I say, pushing the evidence in my bag. ‘You want to hear something crazy?’

And it’s at that moment, my colleagues come barging in from all different places. ‘Chicago PD!’ I hear, together with some other comments.

As LT is pressed against the wall, he looks at me and screams: ‘You bitch!’

I flash him a smile, a lot less gullible, a lot more vicious. ‘Oh LT, bless your heart.’

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Something not even Johnston knows, is that I’ve been sleeping at the precinct for three days now. It’s terrible, but everything is better than staying at home. The place I so loved is now empty. Everything I own is now stored in a storage unit and I go there from time to time to exchange some clothes and what not.

I don’t want to tell anyone, because I don’t want them to worry. I can’t have Johnston worry about me, my team worry about me.

‘Why aren’t you going home?’ Voight asks, as I’m still in the bullpen.

‘I’m good,’ I answer, shutting down my computer.

‘That wasn’t the question.’

Fuck, I forget sometimes evading questions in a place like this, is really never ever going to work.

‘I can’t go home,’ I tell him in all honesty. ‘I sold my place.’

He appears visibly confused as to why on earth I would do that. ‘Why?’

‘My ex… Nelson… He’s on parole.’

‘What?’ he asks, his voice a little more annoyed and sharper. He rubs his face and places his hands on my desk, leaning over a bit. ‘But why have you sold your home?’

‘I’m afraid he’ll come after me,’ I admit. ‘I know I shouldn’t be scared… It’s just… I don’t know, terrible memories I guess.’

He nods. ‘That’s your stuff?’ he asks, nodding over to the bag next to my desk.

‘The stuff I have on me, yes. The rest is all in a storage unit.’

Voight takes in all the information I’ve provided him in the span of the last thirty seconds. He stands up straight and says: ‘Come on.’

‘Come on what?’

‘Get your stuff. You’re coming with me.’

This is totally not helping with my crush. ‘Seriously?’

‘You can’t think I’m leaving you here,’ he says and it would’ve been weird if I even thought that for a second. ‘I’ve got plenty of rooms. Come on.’

It took me around two whole seconds before I could respond. I don’t want to sound brainless by asking ‘Really?’, so I nod and stand up, grabbing my bag after I close off.

The car drive to his place go by in silence. Sure, I want to talk, but I barely trust my own voice enough to say something out loud, let alone to form a coherent sentence. But I look to the side from time to time, to see him staring at the road, the dim lighting of the street lights highlighting his fatigue.

His place looks like a home. It has pictures on the wall, of his late wife and son, his grandson even and a few pictures of his closest friends, which aren’t many. With my bag in his hand, he leads me to the guest room and places it on the floor.

‘We can get your other stuff tomorrow,’ he tells me.

‘Oh no, I’m fine.’

‘You’re not going to live like that,’ Voight says and the tone leaves no room for discussion. ‘I can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner.’

‘I was a little bit better at hiding it.’ I look around the empty room and say: ‘Thank you for allowing me to stay here. I promise I won’t be an inconvenience, sarge.’

‘When we’re outside the precinct and we’re here, it’s Hank,’ he says. ‘And that’s an order.’

‘Yes Hank,’ I say, which feels so much more intimate. ‘I really appreciate it.’ The confession is soft, almost like I’m afraid he’ll hear it.

But he heard. ‘Of course. Come on, I’ll show you the rest.’

The rest entails the bathroom I can use, the kitchen and the living room. I walk over to the wall of pictures and now am able to get a better look at it.

My eyes land on a picture of him and his late wife Camille. He mentioned her a few times, but I never saw a picture of her. She smiles widely on the picture and I see Vo— I mean Hank looking happy as well.

It’s dreadful to see the people he lost in his life.

I lean over to see a picture of him, Justin and his wife Olive, together with their son Daniel. It wouldn’t surprise me if this was the last time he was truly happy.

‘Want something to drink?’ Hank asks from the kitchen.

‘Yeah,’ I say, as I make my way back to the kitchen.

‘Scotch?’

‘Sure, why not.’ I take the class from his hands. ‘Guess we’re roommates now.’

He smiles. ‘I guess so.’

As the two of us lean against the counter with our hips, we drink in silence.

‘Have you ever taken the pictures of Camille and Justin down?’ I carefully ask. ‘After they passed?’

He shakes his head. ‘No, it’s good to have them around. What about Jolie’s pictures? You ever took them down?’

Hearing him say her name, it makes me feel like I’m still a mother, instead of a woman who lost her child a long time ago. ‘I’ve taken them down,’ I admit. ‘It took me four years to put them back up.’

He nods. ‘I understand. If you want, you can put them up. It’s your place too now.’

I can’t help but laugh. ‘You’re taking us being roommates very seriously. I’ve been here for what? Ten minutes or so?’

‘Just know it’s your place too, okay? Make yourself comfortable and make it yours.’

I smile. ‘Okay,’ I say. ‘I’ll do that.’ But my smile fades from my lips as fast as it was painted on.

‘Why are you afraid of Nelson?’ he then asks.

‘I’m afraid he might hurt me too,’ I quietly admit. ‘I’m afraid that one day, he’ll make his way into my house and I won’t hear him and he’ll kill me.’ I look up. ‘It’s just very hard to believe he is… On parole.’

Hank nods, placing a comforting hand on my upper arm. ‘Nothing will happen to you,’ he says. ‘Not on my watch.’

‘I know,’ I say. ‘I’m just glad I’m not alone now.’ I place the empty glass on the counter and run my fingers through my hair. ‘I think I’m going to head off to bed,’ I tell him. ‘It’s been a very long day.’

‘Yeah of course.’

Before I can peel myself away from the kitchen and actually head upstairs, I wrap my arms around his shoulders. At first he’s a bit unsure why I’m hugging him, but then he snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his protective frame. I close my eyes as I allow myself being engulfed in this tight embrace.

I pull back and whisper: ‘Sorry.’

‘Don’t be.’

Our eyes meet and I bite my bottom lip as I take in his face. I try to memorize every bit of him. Apparently I’m attempting to rip off some dry skin of my lip, but he places his hand on my cheek, his thumb gently tugging at my bottom lip. ‘Don’t do that,’ he whispers, his tone even hoarser and raspier than other times.

His hand is calloused and I sharply take a breath. ‘Sorry,’ I whisper again, his thumb still grazing over my lips.

We don’t say anything to each other, but who needs words anyway when it’s so obvious what is happening between us? We could let go of one another, but we both don’t do it. His eyes meet mine and all I can think about is how beautiful his light brown orbs are.

And I don’t think. I just do. I bridge the distance between us, allowing my lips to fall on his. It doesn’t last long, probably around a second, if not two. But then I realize what I am doing.

So much for ignoring the crush.

I’m kissing my sergeant. My fucking boss. This is terrible.

‘I’m so sorry,’ I stammer. ‘I’m terribly sorry. I don’t know why I did that.’

I want to pull back, but he doesn’t allow it. He shakes his head, before answering the previous kiss with one that fits his style more and in all honesty, mine too. It’s not a short peck. It’s rough, but with a tender streak to it. I melt against his frame, as we open our mouths to deepen the kiss, allowing me to taste the scotch we just had.

I wish this could last an eternity, because I realize the second I let go, the second I’m back in reality, I have to face the consequences of what we just did.

And I am not ready for it.

I pull back, our lips parting and they’re still buzzing. I can see a very faint pink blush on his cheeks.

‘I’m going to bed,’ I say.

Hank nods.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ I then say. I make my way upstairs, my heart pounding in my throat.

What the fuck just happened?

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The next morning I try to avoid Hank as much as possible. I’m succeeding, because we have separate bathrooms and our respective bedrooms are apart from one another. But now I am totally ready for today, clothed in a pair of straight jeans, white sneakers and a long sleeved t-shirt. My hair up in a loose ponytail, a few curls slipped out of the hairband and framing my face.

I walk downstairs and see Hank is preparing breakfast.

So much for pretending nothing happened, when someone literally is preparing breakfast. That is next level domestic couple behavior, right?

I see toast, boiled eggs and coffee and a whole lot of bread spreads. Gosh, he really is going for it.

‘Good morning,’ I say to announce myself.

‘Morning.’

Hank Voight had a hot voice in general, but to hear the last remains of his morning voice is even better. Imagine when he just wakes up and he tells you goodmo—

Okay, stop. Do not continue that thought!

‘Take a seat,’ he tells me.

‘You didn’t have to prepare breakfast,’ I say. ‘I’m a very easy guest.’

The fact he’s ignoring me, is a clear indication he is going to prepare breakfast from now on and me being an easy guest will not change that. He pours in two cups of coffee and places them in between us. ‘Here you go,’ he says.

‘Thank you.’

It stays silent between the two of us and I don’t want to break it, but neither do I want to keep quiet about it. ‘About last night,’ I finally manage to choke out. ‘I’m sorry if I crossed the line.’

‘You didn’t,’ he tells me. ‘Don’t you worry about it.’

That’s it? ‘Okay?’

He sighs. ‘It takes two,’ he says.

‘Yeah, I don’t know what to do with that,’ I say.

And then he does it: reaching over the table to place his hand on mine. ‘Was it really that bad?’

‘The kiss was great, but the circumstances aren’t.’

‘And if the circumstances weren’t here.’

I let out a smile. ‘Then I would’ve kissed you again.’

He takes a sip of his coffee. ‘Good to know.’

Really, that’s all he’s gonna give me? Okay, I’ve got this. If I’m correct—and I suspect that I am—he isn’t opposed to us kissing, which is a good sign.

We eat in silence and he says: ‘I’ve got to make one call and then we’ll go, okay?’

‘Sure,’ I say with a smile. ‘I’ll go clean up.’ He wants to fight me on this one, but I hold up my finger. ‘I can do it.’

He nods with a smirk. ‘Alright.’ He walks around the table and gives me a kiss on my lips. ‘Be right back.’

When he walks out of the room, I place my hands over my mouth so the loud and high pitched squeal won’t escape. I nearly jump up, when my phone beeps.

Disgusting Johnston: How’s the crush going?

Yeah, about that… Gosh, this is terrible. I’m out here, kissing my sergeant, knowing damn well I can’t say this to anyone.

Ever.

Abigail: Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know 🎶

Disgusting Johnston: Good, because I thought about it

Abigail: Meaning you discussed it with Elizabeth

Disgusting Johnston: And dating within the department is a bad idea

Disgusting Johnston: Especially if there’s a sergeant involved

I hate how he is right, but I decide to not say anything about this. At least, not yet.

Abigail: I know that

Abigail: I’ve got this, honey bear

Disgusting Johnston: I know you do 😘

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