#also how quickly Ashley was with that line

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Luis Sera Headcanon [Collab] SFW/NSFW

Author note: hi everyone. I know it has been Ages but im back with a little gift for all of you and i collab with @sattiene my beloved <3 thank you so much for her input and help because it really helped me out get back in the mix of things. i really missed writing HC for characters soooooo ! My ask are now open! YEY!

anyways i'll let you enjoy this Hc!:

SFW HC: 

Meeting you for the first time in the events of the Las Plagas incident, the first thing he says to you is:

"I just have one important question. Do you have a smoke?"

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Manipulation through his puppy eyes. 

“Oye, Senorita. Mind a smoke?” *insta puppy eyes*

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Probably ‘almost’ fluent in French and would brag about it to you only (hmmm wonder why)

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Grows every so fond of you when you laugh off his flirting towards you.

But what made him fall in love even more was when you suddenly started to flirt back. 

He stutters, is flustered but quickly come back with another flirt (it's a war now)

One time, he was playing around with his lighter while walking, to which you added a remark:

“Hm.. Does this skill also apply in the bedroom?” You smirked. 

The man was shooken (idk this isn't a word) and closed his lighter shut.

He shook his head and chuckled,

“There is only one way to find out, ay?” He said looking back at you.

Oh boy…

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He tries to lighten up the mood as Leon isn’t much of a jokester. 

And when you laugh at his jokes and Leon doesn't, he points it out:

“Ay, see Y/N likes my jokes.” 

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If you are imprisoned, you bet your ass Luis is gonna be your knight in shining armor.

You’ll scream to whoever, to get you out when it’s Luis that peaks his head and saves you his only comment will be:

“Oh so that's what you sound like, hm?” 

Alternatively : You are captured and tied up unconscious. He is at your rescue once more and sees you tied up. He would whistle and look away for a minute, putting his fist close to his mouth before snapping out of it and helping you out.

When you wake you bet your ass he will hit you with the oldest pick up line to this day like:

"Oh chica. I've been told I look heavenly, but you're not in heaven yet."

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Is it raining? No problem Luis is to the rescue:

“Where are my manners?” He says as he takes off his jacket and hovers it on top of your head.

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Oh shit! A flight hatchet coming your way! But don't worry, again, Luis is at the  rescue,

Hugging you as he pushes both of you away and falls down.

Well now it's an awkward situation as you are now on top of him. You lift yourself to meet with Luis’ face closer than expected.

Of course he shots a flirtatious grin accompanied with his eyebrows raising up.

What he would do to get your attention or to be close to you i swear…

He is down bad for you that's for sure. 

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It's impressive when you see Leon in action, a break at the shooting range is always a great pause for everyone, which helps make Luis and you grow closer.

But the music made your feet tap to the beat and that, Luis noticed. 

He gently grabbed your hand, waiting a few seconds to know if he was denied and when you didn’t reject his advance, dragged you to dance.

You giggled, you weren’t much of a dancer but the beat was so good and the moment was so right, it made you become one. 

That was when you were charmed by him.

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When you get separated, Luis will call you on the radio any chance he gets.

“Hola. Aaah I'm glad you picked up princesa. I’m at the ballroom, come over. We can continue our little dance. Don’t be late to the party!”

When you are a bit more separate from Leon and Ashley, you call Luis and you guys chat

“How's your search? Are you okay so far?” you asked. “Always so worried for me, lindura~” “I miss you too don’t worry” He adds. 

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He would scare you by hugging you from behind

Which ultimately ends in you pointing your gun at him

"Whoa whoa, cariño. chill. it's just me, your loverboy."

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Would take pictures of you on his flip phone but the pictures are some of the worst moments of you looking surprised, zoning out, or sweaty with dirt on your face cause you were almost killed by a villager. 

You ask him to delete it but nah this man puts it as his wallpaper and keeps it forever.

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If you are infected with las Plagas, he becomes serious

Will still be flirtatious to calm his own anxiety

At the operation table, will hold your hand while killing the plaga

Would turn his head away as it is agony for him to hear you scream in pain

"I know, I know bebe. I'm here. shhh, shh,"

Let a tear fall and wipes it after the operation finish

Man, he thought he lost you!

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But enough heart breaks!

The man is clingy! He loves you so much he always want you close

For example; you want to make breakfast for the both of you in the morning but no no no you are not escaping with his arms wrapped around your waist

"Nooooo, mi amor, stay," He whines in his morning voice.

Will be hugging you from behind while you cook breakfast. 

You can feel his stubble tickling your neck

Everything is perfect.

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The embodiment of chivalry

Opens doors for you, pushes your seat for you allllll the time.

NSFW HC

He is loud and not scared to be

Moan, groans, whimpers, yeah you are getting the whole service.

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Service top/ dom

Mutters some Spanish when he is really really into it.

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His foreplay is insane the man is a teaser;

Hand on your thigh just slowly but surely making his way through your core as he kisses your neck and tells you sweet nothing. (how could it not melt to that!)

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You are always his top priority

Can go on for hour for your pleasure only (pls don’t make him pass out i beg you)

Cracks jokes if you are anxious, just to see you smile and relax, that’s already a win for him.

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Mf does the petal of roses on the bed thingy on the special occasion (with scented candles ofc!)

Nice dinners and dancing before a night of love.

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Sex isn't a shameful topic to him and will tease about it.

If you tease him back about his  performance he will backfire at you, its constant banter!

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Weakness for lace in lingerie: He would fall weak if he slowly discovered you are wearing a set of lingerie while he takes off your clothes

“You wore this for me cariño.” and also will have his puppy eyes activated.

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Would brag about you all the time and show that you are his girl as he marks you

He loves when you mark him, telling him you are his and that he is yours.

Covered with your lipstick is so hot to him, shows how much you love him.

Takes pictures of all the above

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His biggest turn on? When you ride him. 

Holy fuck does he love it so much, just digging his hands on your thighs and trusting at the same beat as your riding makes him melt.

You taste heavenly to him and he loves to eat you out

Face riding? Yes please!

Makes him so horny you bet that shit makes him precum.

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Type of guy to continue slowly thrusting in when done cause God Damn you feel good, he doesn’t want it to end!

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Not into the harcord stuff like BDSM and such but would be willing to try for you

“So you’re into that stuff ay..” 

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His favorite positions are any where he can see your beautiful face

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He will never call you names like ‘slut’ and stuff “that's not a gentlemen’s ways”

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You tried your best to please him first but Luis can’t hear any of that: “Ladies first” kinda treatment 

“Why don’t we switch it up tonight, let me start with you~” you said as you pressed your fingertips on his pecks, going ever so slowly down.

He shook his head as he chuckled. “You know my policy mi amor” He takes your hand to wrap in around his neck as he positions you on your back while kissing you

I mean, you can’t resist him. 

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First time he makes you squirt, the man will be so proud of himself

Will use that fact against you in arguments: “didn’t you gush all over me last night?? yeah that’s what i thought.” 

With a smug ofc 

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Tell you how beautiful you are especially while making you cum

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Best aftercare, hugs, kisses, shower, and caresses.

The man Orders you to stay put when he cleans up, its “his mess not yours”

#luis sera #luis serra #luis sera x reader #luis serra x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #luis sera x you #resident evil x you #re4 #re4r #headcanon #luis sera headcanon

[jinuaei]

Rest

Yan! Leon Kennedy x Merchant! Reader

The soft crackling noise of the fire burns through Leon's thoughts, melting the stress lines of his forehead as he registers the purple hue behind his eyelids. In front of him is the merchant, though face is covered, the eyes peeking through the hood shows what can only be described as concern, but soon leveled to indifference once the man covered in gunk and goo shows signs of life.

"You okay there stranger?", they start rummaging through their jacket to find something to wipe Leon's face with, "You've been standing there for a while now!"

The merchant's thick accent permeates through the air and passes through Leon's body, involuntarily relaxing him.

"Uh...yeah, just spacing out for a bit."

"...You know if you need to take a rest you can lay down by the shooting range for a bit."

Leon was surprised by the offer, him not expecting any concern coming from them. But it would be a lie to say that it didn't make his body flush with delight with the attention they gave him. Do they also pay close attention to him as he does? Do they think of him every time they part ways? Does the merchant also obsessively seek out his presence every chance they get?

Before Leon can spiral deeper into his thoughts, the almost forgotten girl lightly pushes him to the side, waltzing up in front of the table where his merchant set up shop. The two of them seemed to be in a friendly conversation, Ashley's enthusiasm peeking behind her nervous deposition, the hooded figure nonchalantly answering her questions. One thing that Leon noticed that boils his blood is how soft his merchant is speaking to her. His fingers clench down on his palms, glaring at the blonde in front of him, if he weren't wearing his gloves his nails would have punctured his palms, leaving streaks of blood.

"Leon! You didn't tell me your friend over here would be this funny!" Ashley giggles and faced Leon, immediately catching his terrifying stare. "Leon...?"

"You good there stranger?"

His attention immediately snaps to the merchant, his face going slack and with almost a doe eyed look as he makes eye contact with them.

"Yeah! Yeah... Why don't you go rest Ashley? I'm sure you're tired from running around too much."

"O-oh, okay...!" She hesitatingly jogs towards the elevator, glancing back towards the two before pressing the button.

"You know, I was giving you the offer to take a rest. I wouldn't mind keeping the little lady company."

Leon quickly responds, "You don't need to babysit her." He pulls up a chair close to the merchant, "Instead why don't you keep me company?"

#yandere leon kennedy #leon kennedy #leon x reader #yandere leon kennedy x reader #re4 leon #It's nice having writing as a way to let out creative energy when art just doesn't work for a while

[d-targaryenshoe]

Carpets And Premieres - Luke Thompson

Word count: 827

Summary: Arriving at the premiere of the third season of a show you've been working on for two years, is rather exciting, no?

As the paparazzi flashbulbs went off like a thousand tiny suns, you and Luke, made your way down the red carpet as his hand was placed on your lower back.

You were wearing a pastel blue dress with a fitted top, a plunging neckline, and a flowing skirt that added a touch of refinement.

The intricate beading and embroidery details on the dress not only improve its visual appeal but also make it a statement piece for all who see it. 

 The fitted top ensured a flattering fit, while the flowing skirt added a touch of drama and elegance. 

The air was electric with anticipation and the sweet, intoxicating scent of popcorn wafted past, carried on the warm, humid breeze. 

Fans lined up along the barricades, some holding signs that read

 "We love you!" and "Season 3, we are ready for the feels!" while others eagerly snapped photos with their smartphones.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach as you spotted the familiar faces of the cast members, who felt more like family than co-stars. 

They were all dressed to the nines, looking like they'd just stepped out of the pages of a romantic novel.

 As you and Luke approached the interviewer, you noticed the microphone in his hand and the earnest expression on his face.

 He was excited to speak with you about the upcoming season.

"So, Luke, how does it feel to be here at the premiere of Bridgerton season three?" he asked, his voice steady and professional. 

You could see the flash of Luke's dimple as he smiled and replied

"It's absurd. We've all been working so hard on this season, and to finally share it with our fans like this is just incredible." He paused for a moment, looking into the interviewer's eyes before turning to you. 

"And, of course, having her by my side makes it even more special." You felt your cheeks redden at his words.

"And what about you, y/n?" the interviewer asked, turning his attention to you. 

You cleared your throat, trying to find the right words to express how much being a part of the Bridgerton world meant to you.

 "It's been such an extraordinary journey," you began,

 "I never could have imagined being here, standing next to this amazing man, watching our characters come to life on a screen. It's a dream come true." You glanced over at Luke, feeling his hand squeeze yours gently in support.

The interviewer seemed to sense the sincerity in your words, and nodded before asking, 

"So, what can we expect from the new season? Any special details you can share with us?" 

You and Luke exchanged knowing looks.

 "Well," you began, "I can tell you that the love story between y/c/n and Benedict, this season is going to be breathtaking. There's a lot of passion, a lot of drama, and course, a few jaw-droppers along the way." 

Luke chimed in, "And the chemistry between y/c/n and Benedict? It's off the charts. I think the fans are going to love what they see."

You smiled at him, feeling your heart flutter. Even after all this time, being around Luke still made you feel giddy. 

"And what about the other characters?" the interviewer prodded. "Any favorite moments or storylines you can share?"

 Luke thought for a moment before answering, 

"There's so much to choose from, but I think my favorite part is seeing how the Bridgerton siblings find love one by one. They're an amazing family, both on and off screen." 

You nodded in agreement.

 "And," you added with a grin, "I think we can all look forward to seeing how even a wallflower can bloom."

As the interviewer thanked you and Luke, you both excused yourselves from the media frenzy and made your way over to where your co-stars, Jonathan Bailey, Nicola Coughlan, Claudia Jessie, and Simone Ashley were standing. 

They were deep in conversation when you approached, but quickly broke away with hugs and well-wishes for the premiere. 

"How are you both holding up?" Jonathan asked with a warm smile. "This whole thing is such a whirlwind, isn't it?"

"It certainly is," you agreed, returning his grin. "But it's so exciting to be here with all of you. You've all been such a huge support system over the years." 

You glanced over at Luke, who nodded in agreement. "It does feel like a family," he said, squeezing your hand.

"Well," Nicola cut in with a laugh, "let's not forget that we also have some amazing material to work with. Lady Whistledown would be proud." 

They all shared a laugh before falling silent, gazing out at the sea of adoring fans.

 "This is going to be one heck of a ride," Claudia said with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. 

"But I think we're all up for it." You couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie and pride as you stood there with your fellow Bridgerton colleagues.

#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict x reader #benedict x you #benedict x y/n #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton fandom #eloise bridgerton #luke thompson #luke thompson x reader #collin bridgerton #colin bridgerton #violet bridgerton #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton fluff #benedict bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton fluff #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton oneshot #benedict bridgerton oneshot #benedict bridgerton fic #bridgerton fic #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x you #bridgerton reader insert #bridgerton brothers

[coconutcordiale]

misconceptions

pairing- jake 'hangman' seresin x female!reader x bradley 'rooster' bradshaw (no use of y/n)

synopsis-

“You know, on account of your whole aggressively heterosexual, toxically masculine, 'I'm God’s gift to women' thing.”

Only Hangman is shameless enough to be offended at something so obvious. “I’m not aggressively heterosexual.”

warnings- 18+ minors DNI, (& glen don't read this shit please i'm embarrassed), allusions to previous threesome (m/f/f), voyeurism, implied threesome (f/m/m), public teasing, you prob shouldn't fuck in cars while they're moving bc seat belts/safety but this is self indulgent so let me live, fingering, edging, crying, praise kink, oral (f receiving), soft dom bradley, not so soft (but not really mean) jake, light dumbification/ degradation/ something along those lines, brat tamer boys, established rooster x reader relationship

length- 3.7k idk why my pwp is like this god help me when i finish something that's more than banter & smut again it'll be a billion words

an- I WAS working on something that didn't have smut but then miles posted that fucking picture- blame him. so here we go again...I don't...know what this is and i actually kind of hate it but i need it out of my brain. I'm sure rooster x hangman x reader has been done to death but I made an allusion to it in up to no good and well. yeah. so technically this is a sequel to that but you don't need to read that first because any illusion of plot in this is just a means for smut. *hides and blushes like a slut*

I want to say the entire premise of this is crack but my guy friends have convos like this at the bar all the time so who knows. I mean it's still ridiculous but...idk also the working title of this was bob fucks even though he's not even it and I thought that was amusing

“Knockout, five o’clock,” Payback mutters, looking behind you and Jake. “Looks like she’s got her sights set on you, Seresin.”

Jake manages a quick look over his shoulder, smirking when he turns back around because she is, in fact, gorgeous and beelining straight for his side of the table.

He rolls his shoulders back and winks at the group. You make a fake gagging noise purely out of reflex and nothing else, you swear, contemplating going up to the bar for another drink just so you don’t have to bear witness to this. You’re about to get up when you catch a very feminine hand out of the corner of your eye, going to tap you lightly on the shoulder.

“Hey,” the girl says, sidling up to you and immediately turning her back to Jake. “Where’s Bradley?”

Oh.

“Still on base,” you reply, quickly smiling in recognition. “It’s good to see you, Ash, you look good.”

“I’ll say,” Ashley answers, eyeing you up and down. She raises an eyebrow when her gaze gets to the hem of your sundress that’s resting a little high on your thigh. “I’m in town for a few days, come find me later if he makes it up here tonight.”

You duck your head, fighting the blush rising up your neck. “Maybe, I’ll let you know.”

“Please do.” Ashley winks, running her hand down your arm to the inside of your wrist, just this side of too familiar. She gives you a quick squeeze with delicate fingers and you hope no one notices the goosebumps raising on your arms before she turns on her heel to disappear back into the crowd.

You stare decidedly at your beer after Ashley saunters away, feeling everyone’s eyes on you and wanting to avoid this conversation as long as possible.

When you finally look up Phoenix is clearly fighting back a giggle, but her eyes are directed to the right of you, at Hangman.

“What the fuck was that?” He finally croaks after a few beats of awkward silence, mouth dry.

Phoenix reaches over to smack him upside the head. “You can’t really be this stupid.”

Jake is pretty sure he isn’t but he’s also kind of thinks he might be having a stroke.

“Always thought you guys were so boring,” he says dumbly, mouth agape.

Phoenix sighs, like she can’t comprehend how she ended up surrounded by so little intelligence, leaning over again to close Jake’s jaw. “Don’t mind him, up until two minutes ago he thought you and Rooster only banged in missionary.”

You blink.

You can’t believe that just came out of her mouth so casually.

You’re going to kill Rooster for not being here to endure this with you.

“Why…have you been speculating about how Rooster and I fuck?” You ask finally, slowly, pretty sure you don’t want to know the answer. Lack of self-preservation makes you ask anyways.

“Well, there had to be some sort of explanation for why it’s so easy for you to rile him up,” Jake declares, voice going a little high.

Huh.

Terrible logic but you suppose that could’ve been worse.

Still. This is a discussion you have negative interest in having. In public. With all your friends right here. With Hangman, of all people.

“Can we talk about something else? Like, literally anything else?” You don't want to beg, but this entire conversation is making your leg twitch.

“Nope,” Payback answers immediately. “We need more information.”

“We have questions,” Fanboy concurs.

You want to crawl under the table.

“I have questions too,” you shoot back instead, figuring you'll try going on the offensive. “Why do you guys want to know about our sex life? Because I’ve heard way too much from your girlfriends and I now have to live with that horrifying knowledge for the rest of my life. Why would you want those details voluntarily?”

Phoenix hums in agreement and you’re overwhelmed with the urge to hug her.

“Is that right, sweets?” Jake grins, clearly having recovered somewhat.

“Not you, Jake," you shoot back. "Thank God you haven’t dated anyone long enough for me to become friends with her.”

You studiously do not mention that he’s probably the only one you might welcome salacious details about.

“Because the rest of us aren’t having threesomes,” Payback adds, ignoring the blonde. “We’re jealous.”

You cough, averting eye contact. “Well, some of you are.”

They’re all staring at you again and you shrug. “Look, Bob fucks, not my fault the rest of you don’t.”

Jake has hit Ctrl-Alt-Delete on his temporary recovery, chunked the laptop that operates his brain out the window, and is now definitely having a stroke.

“You…and Bob?”

You scrub your hand across your face, not sure how much more of this high-pitched Hangman you can handle tonight. It’s making you edgy. “Not with me. Keep it together, pretty boy.”

Normally, you’d rejoice in the slight pink tinge gracing Jake’s cheekbones when you call him pretty boy, in one upping Hangman for a second, even if you’re the only one that notices. Tonight, it only scatters anxiety through your bloodstream.

At this point you decide to just get up and leave the table. It’s probably for the best.

“Are you gonna make it?” Phoenix asks Jake after you’ve made your way to the bar.

“No,” he answers petulantly.

•••

Hangman looks decidedly more like his usual self lounging across from you and Rooster in the booth you've taken to hiding in and you're silently thanking the whiskey he's switched to for it.

He's a pain in the ass, sure, but when he's not bantering with you, you're not even sure what to do with him. Shrill is not a word you thought you'd ever have to use to describe him, you're practically trembling at the memory of it.

All that means you're smiling, a little wicked, while you lean into the warmth of Rooster’s body. “Don’t worry, Hang, no one expects you to have a threesome unless it’s with two other girls.”

His eyes nearly bulge out of his head and you bite back a snicker. Direct hit. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

When you’re pretty sure you’re not going to laugh directly in his face, you wave your hand dismissively, hoping the wild hand gesture captures Jake’s whole air. “You know, on account of your whole aggressively heterosexual, toxically masculine, ‘I’m God’s gift to women’ thing.”

Only Hangman is shameless enough to be offended at something so obvious. “I’m not aggressively heterosexual.”

“Twenty bucks your tongue is down some poor girls throat by the end of the night.”

“That’s called having game,” he retorts. “I’ll have you know I’m a very enlightened man. Good to know you pay so much attention to my conquests though, sweets.”

He winks and you immediately wonder why you were grateful for his mood shift.

“Conquests, seriously?” You fight back a gag. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Jake.”

You hope the use of his real name emphasizes your disappointment in him.

Rooster’s gaze is flitting back and forth between you two like he’s watching a tennis match, expression calculating. “I don’t know that I feel like calling Ashley tonight.”

Both of your mouths snap shut when you register what he just said.

Where did that come from?

“Well, that figures, little bird. I’m surprised you knew what to do with both of them the first time around.” Hangman grins around his glass before taking another sip of whiskey.

Rooster rolls his eyes, but otherwise waves off the dig. “I just think there’s something else princess might enjoy a little more.”

You immediately feel heat rising to your cheeks. That explains his abrupt timing.

“Rooster,” you manage to grit out, warning in your tone as you tighten your fingers on his thigh.

He ignores you, because he knows you. Knows what you secretly want, what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud, too proud to admit. If you weren't so busy being uncomfortable you'd have warmth spreading through your chest at the knowledge that he just wants to take care of you, give you what you need.

Rooster runs his hand up your bare thigh, playing with the hem of your dress, and it sends a jolt of electricity through you before immediately blowing a fuse in your willpower.

“Come on, baby," he murmurs. "Don’t you want to tell him what we talked about the other day? After the beach?”

Crimson is painting itself across your cheekbones, you’re sure of it.

Recognition crosses Hangman’s face and he clears his throat, which is suddenly dry.

“Talk about me a lot while you’re fucking your girl, Bradshaw?” He taunts, but there’s something thick in his voice, something rapidly glazing over his bright eyes.

“Rooster,” you say again, but this time it comes out a little whinier, a little more abashed.

“Baby, it’s okay,” Rooster soothes you, gentle and doting, because he always knows how to make you melt like butter. “I see how he looks at you.”

Hangman fiddles with the rim of his rocks glass, but he doesn’t deny it.

If you were more present in this moment, if you weren’t so distracted by the need suddenly, insistently thrumming through your body, by Rooster’s hand burning on your thigh; you might be amused at this role reversal, Rooster calm, collected and bordering on cocky, while Hangman shifts across from you, curiosity making him jumpy in his seat.

Rooster’s mustache tickles your cheek as he runs his mouth across you, mouth moving to latch onto the sensitive spot below your ear. Your lips part of their own accord as you feel him move his hand under the skirt of your dress, brushing his knuckles against where you’re already soaking through your panties.

Meeting the green eyes across from you feels hot like burning and you tuck your face into Rooster’s neck to hide from it, biting your lip to keep from letting out the truly obscene noise that’s bubbling in your chest. “Can we please go home, babe?”

He chuckles, hooking a finger under your chin so you’re forced to meet his gaze, tilting his head in the direction of the man across from you. “That depends. Are you gonna be a good girl for him, baby?”

Well, Rooster certainly isn't waiting patiently on his perch tonight then, is he?

Your breath hitches, everything in your body going still for a moment when you hear him, before words come tumbling out of your mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes, I promise, Bradley, please,” you whine softly, fingers gripping the edge of his open shirt, looking for something, anything to keep you grounded.

“Jesus,” you hear faintly from the other side of the table. When you look up you catch Jake’s eyes, pupils blown so wide they’re practically black.

Your boyfriend’s lips twitch upwards, but he’s not looking at you. Instead, he’s turned towards the blonde, while his fingers continue running up and down your clothed slit. “Gorgeous like this, isn’t she?”

“Christ, Bradshaw. Understatement of the year. What a nice surprise this is.”

“Only gets better the more you tease her,” he promises.

“I’m right here,” you protest, narrowing your eyes at the two men. You’re aiming for annoyed but you’re pretty sure the words come out petulant instead. If you were standing you might even stomp your foot.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Are you feeling a little ignored?” Bradley coos with a quick peck to your cheek, hint of condescension in his tone.

Jake shoots you a wicked grin, mischief lighting up his face. “Should’ve known you’d be a fuckin’ brat.”

“Bratty girls don’t deserve to get what they want, do they?” Bradley asks Jake, but his eyes are on you.

You pout, looking up at him and trying to look as cute as possible, hoping an innocent expression might get you out of this little predicament.

It usually works on Bradley, but Jake just snickers from his side of the booth.

“No, they don’t. Not sure they deserve to wear panties either.”

“The man makes a good point,” Bradley agrees, tearing his attention from your imploring eyes.

Distantly, you’re glad he’s angled his body to block you from the rest of the bar, because Bradley is working baby blue lace down your hips, lifting you slightly in the process, before settling you back down with your feet in Jake’s lap under the table.

Jake sends a cheeky wink your direction as his hand runs up the inside of your leg, squeezing your calf, then thigh in a way that could really only be described as affectionate, which sends shivers down your body right to your core. He pulls your panties the rest of the way down, letting you catch a glimpse of his fingers running over them before he puts them in his pocket.

“Drenched those, didn’t you darlin’?” He drawls, as he stares you dead in the eyes and licks your slick from his fingers.

Your mouth drops open of its own accord and before you even have a chance to recover you feel fingers pressing against your bundle of nerves. Thankfully, Bradley kisses you a moment later, swallowing the moan that leaves your lips. “Shh, we don’t want everyone to hear, do we?”

“Fuck, she’d probably like that, wouldn't she?”

You blink slowly, eyes struggling to focus as they move between the two men.

Bradley smirks. “Poor baby, lost your words already?”

Your brain has been wiped clean so you can only mewl quietly in response.

“Think she might be obedient enough to go, now,” Jake offers.

You’re pretty sure you look drunk as you stumble outside, Bradley supporting you with an arm around your waist, nearly carrying you out.

When you reach the car, he turns to deposit you into the other man's arms. “Just don’t let her come till we get home, yeah?”

Jake grins. “Sure thing, Bradshaw.”

The moment you’re in the back of the Bronco Jake is all over you, pulling you in for a rough kiss.

He manhandles you onto his lap, pulling your back against his front as his hand slides up to your jaw, forcing your attention to Bradley in the driver’s seat.

You meet Bradley’s stare in the rearview mirror, and he grins, clearly enjoying how debauched you look in Jake’s lap, as much as he can while driving, anyways. Your mouth parts as Jake trails his down the side of your neck, across your shoulder, leaving red bite marks as he goes.

You’re thinking about how powerful Jake looks behind you, completely unbothered by your boyfriend’s eyes constantly darting from the road to the mirror to watch you both, when his hand slides underneath your dress, bunching it up and out of his way, leaving you bare against his pants.

“Fuck,” Jake groans, fingers flicking expertly at your entrance. “You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”

You can’t help but blush, head ducking down as you focus on the wispy material of your dress falling haphazardly off your chest, breaking your gaze from the front of the car.

“Jake,” you whimper, grinding back onto his lap.

He clucks a noise of disapproval and your stomach rolls unpleasantly at the idea that you’ve disappointed him already. “Let him watch your pretty mouth moan my name, sugar.”

You snap your head back up at his words, rushing to comply, rushing to be good, only to meet cheeky, dark eyes in the mirror. Your mouth drops open as Jake eases a finger into you, gaze fixed on Bradley as heat washes over you.

Jake adds another finger, and then twists, while his thumb rubs insistent figure eights along your aching clit. If you had any sense, you might be bashful at how your legs are already shaking where they’re bracketed around his.

You vaguely remember Bradley’s instructions before getting in the car, but you can’t help the pleading falling from your lips anyways.

“Wanna come, Jake, please, please, need it,” you whine, squirming in his lap, on his fingers, against the bruising hold his other hand has on your hip. You can’t get comfortable, can’t stop moving, it’s not enough, you need more.

He chuckles, the sound mocking, bordering on mean, and you can’t help but shudder at the way it shoots heat right through you.

“I could let you come all over my fingers,” he muses languidly, pressing slow circles on your clit, like you have all the time in the world in the back of Bradley’s bronco. The yes, please, is on the tip of your tongue when he continues, words hot in your ear. “Or I could edge you with my mouth until you cry.”

You and Bradley suck in simultaneous sharp breaths at Jake’s words and you can practically feel the amusement radiating from him.

“Sweetheart, you gonna tell me what you want?”

You’re biting your lip to keep the obscene noises threatening to tear from you muffled, teeth so tight on your swollen lip you’re surprised you haven’t drawn blood.

His fingers still after a few torturous seconds of you attempting to remember how to make decisions. You could do that, at one point in your life, you think.

“Asked you a question.”

Frustrated, your eyebrows knit together as you try to form words. “Jake.”

He grazes his teeth across your neck, and you can feel that infamous smirk against your skin. “As pretty as you sound saying it, my name is not the answer.”

“I…fuck, Jake, I don’t—” you mewl brokenly, hands going to his arms, pushing, gripping, hoping you can get him to move again, give you what you need.

“Seem to remember you promising you’d be good for me.” Jake continues, as if you haven’t spoken at all and there’s a steely edge in his tone that sends another wave of heat straight to your core.

“Sorry, sorry, Jake please, sorry, can be, I swear,” you babble. Your voice sounds foreign to you, high and whiny like it might crack and break if you don’t get his approval.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want, then.”

You’re flushing with embarrassment at this, you know what you want, but it doesn’t make your cheeks flame any less to have to admit it. “Your mouth, please, Jake need your mouth on me…”

“Good choice, darlin’,” he murmurs, lifting you up and laying you down on your back as he bends to put your legs over his shoulders, kneeling impossibly in the backseat. “Knew a slutty little thing like you wouldn’t be satisfied until you were wrecked.”

He must be really flexible, you think helplessly, before his tongue licks a stripe up your slit and drives every other remaining thought from your body.

He works those thick fingers into you again, curling them at the same time he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

Your back arches involuntarily, stars suddenly dancing across your vision. Worked up as you are he brings you to the edge quickly, and you stupidly think he might actually let you go over.

Just as your whines are hitting their crescendo, just when you’re so close you can practically taste it—he pulls back, mouth suddenly moving down your hip, away from where you want him, fingers retreating to leave you clenching around nothing. The noise you make in response is obscenely close to a wail, bringing tears to your eyes.

You blink them back hard, determined not to let Jake win so quickly.

He nips the inside of your thigh, making you spasm in surprise. As soon as you’ve come down from the sheer disappointment and not a second later, he’s back on you, lips and fingers working determinedly to wind you up again.

Jake continues his little routine, one, two, three more times until you’re sobbing, unable to hold the tears back as they leak from the corners of your eyes. Your hands are tight in his hair, trying to keep his mouth on you, terrified of him stopping and leaving you frustrated and aching again.

Hazily, you’re aware that the car isn’t moving anymore, that if you turn your head a little to the left you can see Bradley biting his lips and white knuckling the steering wheel, eyes fixed on you in the mirror still. That there’s nonsense pouring from your mouth in between the cries, as you writhe against Jake’s face, I need, Jake please, please, I can’t, Jakejakejake, I—

“You can let go for him, baby.” You hear Bradley’s deep voice cutting through the fog in your mind.

His words tingle across your skin, at the tip of every nerve ending, as your muscles start contracting, giving in to what you’ve been begging for since you got in the car. It crashes into you, an avalanche rumbling through your body, back arching in a moment of pure perfection. And all that’s left is a glowing, fuzzy feeling, warmth spreading through your chest like you just finished a shot of whiskey.

“Jesus,” Jake whispers as you come down, mouth trailing softly up your stomach, your chest and across your jaw, to brush your lips. “Fuck, sweetheart, such a good girl for me.” His words are muffled as you taste the tang of yourself on his mouth and wrecked as you are you still preen at his praise.

The driver’s side door opens and shuts with a definitive thud, pulling you and Jake out of your stupor. He gives you one last peck before dragging your dress back down, although you suffer from no misconceptions that it’ll help you look any less debauched.

You let yourself be tugged out of the car and into Jake’s arms, limbs leaden and slow on your way to your front door as your brain catches up with your body. You list against him, eyes fluttering closed as Bradley digs around for his keys. Once he opens the door he turns to you, smirking at the dazed expression washed over your features, the lazy blinks as you try to focus your eyes.

“Aw, baby, you can’t be tired already,” Bradley coos, reaching up to hold your face and affectionately running his thumbs over your cheekbones, wiping away any errant tears. “We’re just getting started.”

#my favorite thing in this whole wide world is hangman banter can you tell or #yes I said Jake CHUNKED it because I've lived in Texas for 10 years now and don't understand why texans say that still it's so weird to me #hangman x you #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin #hangman smut #hangman top gun #jake seresin smut #jake seresin #jake seresin fanfiction #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster x hangman x reader #Bradley Bradshaw x Jake seresin x reader #Bradley Bradshaw x you #Bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster smut #rooster x you #rooster x reader x hangman #hangman x reader x rooster

[adasknife]

another ada x reader and leon x reader that i will probably write if i'm not lazy. but anyways, ada and reader had been working as mercenaries for the longest time. reader is tired and wants to leave while ada sees as an... obligation. reader is completely honest with their thoughts of this line of work while ada isn't. so, during raccoon city- the job was simple enough but not to survive. ada needed a double pair of hands.

so, that's when leon sees two people claiming to be fbi. reader is sympathizing towards leon because them can push him away like that. while ada is a bit more colder. so, when leon takes the gun wound for ada, they both help him and ada tells them that they need to finish the mission. but reader shakes their head. leon is innocent in this.

the couple's first argument comes in but ends as ada goes to get annette. reader stays with leon. when leon wakes up, reader immediately goes to get their girlfriend. that's when leon and reader begin to work together. when they find ada down there, reader quickly panicked- they didn't have the hacking machine like ada so... more working with leon. during this time, reader explains to him how to deal with the creatures of the sewers.

when they save ada, reader now checks on their girl and helps ada. when they go to the labs, reader is determined to now finish this mission. they have a plan to run away with ada but ada doesn't want reader to get hurt so she tells leon to go. they are temporarily alone and reader kisses ada, "he can handle himself." ada whispered, "he can't." reader whispered back. "he is stupid. he believed we were fbi agents."

ada sighed softly, "go help him then." reader kissed ada again, "love you."

and there goes reader helping leon again.

then, that's when shit goes bad. annette tells leon that ada and reader are mercenary. reader sighed, it was going to hard to explain this.

blah, blah, ada comes in demanding the virus and expected reader to help her. but reader shook their head. "ada, we can stop." but no ada says no. ada is dangling now and reader is crying not wanting to lose their girlfriend. once she fell, reader is alone. then, all they has is a stranger she just met. they attempt to escape and they made it. reader rested their head on leon's shoulder.

reader didn't expect to get caught by the government so quickly. "if you want to live, join us."

and they did. reader trained with leon and explained their backstory and now leon and reader slowly turned into friends. those six years pass and they turned into best friends who know how to fight together. they have their first mission together in spain, when they find ashley reader says that will clean up the mess so it'll be safer for ashley. that's when reader could tell someone was looking at them. ada isn't jealous of leon but she does hate him.

if leon wasn't there, ada and reader would've been still together. and leon is not making easy as he kept lowkey flirting with reader.

ada is trying to get their partner back by helping leon. but things are different now. reader is angry, "why didn't you tell me you are alive?" ada rolled her eyes. during spain, ada is disliking more and more the way leon and reader are with each other.

"we could've have a good life together, [ada's real name]. why didn't you want it?"

when the helicopter comes, ada looked at reader, "reader?"

reader shakes their head. now, it's their obligation to stay with the government or who knows what will happen. they would've betrayed both the mercenary life and the government life- ada looks down. reader was unaware that ada was also forced to be a mercenary and reader was... reader was all ada had.

during the years, ada and leon are petty towards each other if they have mission when they have to talk together. ada still hates leon. she hates him so much. and she hates how reader now holds his hand when they are nervous. ada can't do nothing as they slowly fall in love with each other. why?

maybe it's the guilt- reader gave them an option twelve years ago and ada didn't accept it. ada could've been an agent with them... they could have been safe.

#resident evil #ada wong #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #ada wong x reader #i was just bored #bored enough to write this but not the story #:p

[suekeyyyy]

- It's a party - pt 1.2

Serious: Somewhat single moms. - the boys x reader -

-Homelander- John x black! Fem! reader

Summary: Firestrom and Queen maeve have a little girl time and hit it off, and Homelander sees the two together and stocks then in Homelander fashion.

Warning: short, bad words, drinking, girl talk, Homelander being a creep.

Y/N walks into her room, Homelander's eyes are locked on her. His lust was beginning to grow. Homelander began to think of all the things he could do with Y/N if she allowed him to he walks over to her wall and looks though it Y/N puts her stuff away and begins to get ready for a bath Homelander's eyes are still on Y/N.

He is watching her get ready, taking off her bra and panties. His eyes were so close to seeing into the fabric that her clothes and his eyes were only a second away.

After the every childish argument between the two number ones, Y/n sits in a heart-shaped bath that Steve said he had to pull string for her to have.

She heard a small knock at the bathroom door. Only one person had the second key cared to her room. " Adelante!"

She said, looking at the door with disinterest. " Gracias." The white American Steve Jayson he representative walked in." What do you want, Steve?" Oh, that's how you treat me, Firestorm?" " Sí." She answered just a little too quickly.

He only sighs. " There is a party tonight." She looks at him. "Where?" " Here a-" He was cut off " Bussuines party filled with old men and women with nothing to do but tell me about their medals and how I should be grateful that I was kept safe for so long or How they served in Bolivia."

She didn't care for those kinds of parties. " Firestorm, come on just once it helps you, Vought, and Patina." She only stared at him. " You look like a child." She smirks." Fine, I'll go, but tomorrow I get to wear whatever I want to A-tain and Shockwave's race."

" Anything to make you go." Steve walked out,"Gracias!" He yelled, making her dryly chuckle.

━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━

Y/n walked into the 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 with her work daughter Ice-breaker she was a red head with ice powers and she loved her in a motherly way and showed the girl a black dress with was appropriate for her age.

- Ice-breaker - Trixie Robertson power: I.C.E 16 years old

Homelander sees Firestorm walk in and looks at the unknown girl with her. Homelander didn't recognize the girl, and instantly, his eyes grew wide with curiosity.

Firestorm always took the new heroes under her wing, so Homelander knew for certain that the girl was a supe. He looked over to Ashley, who was standing in his line of sight.

"Ashley, who is that girl with Firestorm?" He asked, his eyes still locked on the girl with the red hair. She caught a glimpse of Homelander and Ashley's eyes on her and looked back at them.

She looked at the two. " I umm that's Ice-breaker She's one of the new.heroes in Patina also Firestorms favorite. " she says, making air quotes. " Good." The man pits her back and walks away to the two women.

" Why, hello, Ladeis." He gives them the Homelander smile."HI." Ice-breaker looks him up and down uncomfortable with his smile. " Hello Homelander1, nice to see you again." " Please see you to Firestorm." She smiled and rolled her eyes.

" Voy a ir. " ice-breaker says to y/n. " ve a la cabeza cariño." Y/n say, and ice-breaker walks away.

Homelander looked at Ice-breaker as she walked away, wondering what Y/N and her talked about. He didn't need to translate Ice-breaker's words.

That was an easy language to understand. But when Y/N spoke in Spanish, he didn't understand anything she was saying. But Homelander wanted to be the only one talking to Y/N. "What did she say?"

Homelander asked in a demanding tone."And you speak Spanish?" He asked her with a smug smile on his face.

What a fucking prick. " I'm from bolivia. I'm South america's number one hero." "Bolivia huh? Never knew their superhero's were any good." He said, looking her up and down."Where is Bolivia again?" He says with a chuckle. He felt superior to Y/N and wanted to display that fact to her.

" I have helped South America in ways you could never." "Well good for you." He says, rolling his eyes at her."Don't get too big of an ego on yourself, though. It wouldn't look good on a young lady such as yourself."

He says in a sarcastic tone as he looks Y/N up and down. She looks beautiful with her short red curly hair, her light red dress, and her perfect face. Homelander knew he wanted her. The only thing he didn't like was the fact that she spoke in different languages. It made it harder for him to talk to her.

" cara de puta doesn't look good on you ether."

Homelander was surprised at what Y/N said. It sounded like she was insulting him, but he didn't understand fully what she said. So he pretended to know what it meant. "I know what that means." He says with a grin on his face

"I'm sure what you said, but it sounded very erotic." He said to her with hunger eyes. His eyes were trying to suck her in, his eyes wanting her badly.

Firestorm was a little shocked, but she burst out into hard laughter. Covering up her face

Homelander laughed with her. This was a weird feeling for Homelander. To actually be laughing with someone. His laugh grew more and more genuine as he found himself wanting to be around Y/N.

His eyes were still glued on her green eyes as he sat only inches away from her. He couldn't help it. He knew Y/N felt the tension, too. There was something about her that he couldn't get enough of. He just wanted to be with her, to be alone with her.

She did feel it. She felt like Homelander with any other white guy in a suit.

≻───── ⋆🔥⋆ ─────≺

Y/n sit at the bar waiting for her drink when she sees Queen maeve drinking wine and looking around as soon as y/n ho her she walked over there.

" Hello, you must be Queen maeve. I'm firestorm nice to meet you." " Same for you." Queen maeve smiled she really needed to talk to another female. All the men around her were making her sick. " Anyway, what are you doing at this party?" Maeve asked, looking at the woman.

" Same boring stuff as you." Firestorm says, making Maeve chuckle mostly, not expecting her to say that. The two women Continue to talk.

Homelander, watching the two look at my girls go. He thought he was being a disgusting pervert where his eyes were.

( A/n: the end hoes hope you liked it 💖💖 I know it short.)

#Spotify #x black fem reader #x black reader #x reader #homelander #homelander imagine #homelander x reader #homelander x y/n #the boys #the boys imagine #homelander x oc #homelander x black reader

[outsideratheart]

A Future With You (Ashley Sanchez x reader)

A/N: Where did this fic come from you ask? I have no idea and I’m not a huge fan of it but i like to think of it as a spring clean fic. I had to write this so that I can clear my head and make room for another one. Also,this GIF is adorable.

The Washington Spirit had just played their final game of the NWSL season and it didn’t end the way the team wanted. 

You had missed 6 weeks of the season due to international duties which you didn’t mind because in that time you and the Lionesses had been crowned Champions of Europe. A title which you achieved in front of a sold out Wembley stadium. 

Now just over 2 months later the Lionesses are making their return against none other than the World Champions, the United States of America. The fact that an International friendly will be played in front of 70,000 fans is amazing and something you didn’t think possible before the summer tournament. 

“It’s 5 days Ash” you tell your girlfriend as the two of you stand in the departures at Ronald Reagan airport.

Ashley is currently stood with her head buried in the crook of your neck and her arms wrapped tightly around your torso.  

She refuses to move so her reply is inaudible. 

“I feel like I have just got you back. Why do you have to leave?” Ashley pouts as she looks up at you.

You can tell that she is upset that you are leaving. This time, when she drops you off at the airport you would be reunited in just under a week but still the feeling is bitter sweet. You wanted nothing more than to stay with her but you also loved playing for England.

“I have to leave because I’m British remember?” You tease her.

“Oh yes, the accent, how could I forget” 

A small chuckle escapes your lips at her answer. According to Ashley she heard you before she saw you, your accent drew her in all those years ago at UCLA and she has been yours ever since.

You stay entangled in each other arms until the last minute.

“I really do have to go now”  you say whilst checking your watch.

“You know when I next see you, you will be my enemy” she pokes your chest and gives you her best mean face.

“Adorable” you gently kiss her nose.

“Hey! I’m trying to be intimidating” her determination is admirable.

“I know, I’m shaking in my boots, I really am” 

Once again you check the time knowing that you will risk missing your flight if you don’t leave soon.

“I love you Ash, see you at Wembley” 

“I love you too Y/N” 

She watches you walk away, already counting down the days until she sees you again and little did she know you are doing the same thing.

************

Thankfully, days pass by quickly and before you know it, game day arrives.

Although there was nothing at stake in this game nothing about it seemed friendly. Wembley was full with both US and England fans, although the latter seemed to take up more of the stadium. Everyone knew that the winner of this game would have bragging rights going into the World Cup next summer.

As always you are at the back of the line up, eyes forward and focused on keeping your unbeaten streak alive. Since Ellen retired you had taken up the #10 mantle and you were now the number 1 choice for starting centre forward. You feel a little nervous but after the impact you had in the Euros you knew that Sarina made the correct choice and you would reassure her of that tonight.

Ashley grabs your hand as she passes, giving it a gently squeeze before letting go. The action is so fluid nobody picked up on it.

The United States line up and much to your surprise you see Trinity lined up opposite you. 

“Take it in Trin, you will remember this moment for the rest of your life” you tell your Spirit team mate.

You see her close her eyes as she relishes in the moment, the calm before storm if you will.

“Good luck Y/N” 

“You too” 

You quickly hug her before getting back into game mode.

The game is tough but you expected nothing less. England lead 2-1 with ten minutes remaining.

In the 83rd minute you see the subs board but more importantly you see Ashley standing next to it. 

You make eye contact with her as she runs into position. 

“Welcome to Wembley” you hold you arms out as if you own the place but then again if you ask the fans they dubbed the stadium Y/N’s house after you scored the winning goal in the final. 

She shakes her head at your antics before focusing on the game. 

Luckily for you the final whistle is blown and the crowd erupts. England had retained their unbeaten record whilst simultaneously ending the United States’. 

Both teams go into a quick huddle before dispersing with the majority of them staying out to met the fans. You however get dragged off to do media as you had won Player of the match.

You are given a pair of headphones and a few seconds later you can hear Alex Scott’s voice. 

“Here with us now is tonight’s player of the match Y/N Y/L/N” 

Someone off camera gives you the award.

“Thank you. Not a bad way to spend your Friday night right?” You joke.

“No at all. How was it down there?”

You give her a quick recap of the game along with your opinion of your team’s performance but you lose your trail of thought when you see Ashley standing behind the camera.

“Y/N, can you hear us?” 

Still your focus remains on your girlfriend, a smile tugging at your lips. It is only when the camera assistant waves at you do you remember you are on live TV.

“Sorry Alex, I saw a beautiful fan and I got distracted” 

Alex rolls her eyes at your charm whilst Ashley blushes behind the camera.

“I’ll bet. Well I know how much you love your fans so we’ll let you go”

You quickly give your headphones to the technician before walking behind the camera to Ashley.

“You think I’m beautiful” even after the years you have been together you find it adorable how she still gets flustered.

“Just a smidge” you measure the margin with you fingers which earns you a shove.

You grab Ashley’s hand as you pull her over to where some of your family are sitting. You point to a few rows up to where your dad, brother and nephew are sitting.

“I can’t see them” Ashley says whilst scanning the crowd.

You wrap you arms around her waist pulling her close as you try your best to point directly in her eye line.

“I see them” 

You watch as she waves enthusiastically, your nephew reciprocating her energy. 

When Ashley turns back to you she realises just how close you are. She leans forward puckering her lips but you back away causing her brows to furrow in disappointment.

“Too many people?” She asks. 

Everyone knew about your relationship and it wouldn’t be the first time you kissed on the pitch. You often would when the spirit had won but it was different this team as your were opponents.

“No. I can’t kiss you when your wearing this” you tug her her US shirt.  

Your childishness and clear alterer motive make Ashley laugh. 

“Want to swap?” Ashley asks and you nod eagerly. 

Both of you now stand there wearing the opposing teams jersey. You hold your hand and Ashley twirls around. 

“What do you think?” The question seems simple but the way it has your mind thinking is anything but. 

“Y/L/N suits you Ash” Trinity says. 

Turning you see the forward with Hatch and Andi. 

“You ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”

“Just a glimpse into the future” you reply.

Andi eyes you wearily, she is about to ask you more when a member of the England media team comes over asks for a photo of the Spirit team. 

Around an hour later you find yourself standing outside the US changing room waiting for Ashley, Trin and Andi. Your patience runs out so you knock before hearing a ‘come in’. 

It seems they are waiting on Ashley as you see her packing up the last of her things. 

“The offside call was bullshit” Pinoe says and whilst you know she is trying to get a rise out you, you are tired, sore and ready to take your girl home so you weren’t in the mood.

“It’s only a friendly P, imagine if something like this were to happen at, let’s say the World Cup, oh wait a minute it did but it was in your favour”

Your reply catches the pink haired veteran and the rest of the Locker room off guard. 

“You ready Ladies?” You ask not missing a beat.

“Where are you taking them? You do know we fly to Spain tomorrow?” Becky asks you.

“It is family night at the Y/L/N household and don’t worry I have talked to Vlatko, I will drop them back at the hotel tomorrow morning”

Just over an hour later you pull up to your family home in Richmond. Your life may have changed drastically but this is one thing that remains the same.

“Auntie Y/N” 

You are barely through the door when your nephew comes running over to you.

“Harry, did you have fun?” You say as you throw him over your shoulder.

“Mm-hmm. Did you bring your friends with you?” He asks referring to your team mates.

As if on que your friends walk in.

“I did. I brought Andi, Trin and—“

“Auntie Ash” the 3 years old practically jumps out of your arms and into your girlfriends.

You and Andi greet your parents as Harry is in deep conversation with Ashley and Trinity,

or as deep of a conversation a three year old can have.

Your mum and sister in law are finishing up tea whilst you’re sat in the garden with your dad, brother and Andi as you watch your other team mates entertain your nephew by chasing him around the garden and playing hide and seek.

This is now the second time that day that you are shown a glimpse of your future with Ashley. You let your mind wonder as you think about how Ashley would be as a mum, you begin picturing her with you children running around. It won’t happen for a while but she would make a good mum, that you are certain of.

“Y/N” your dad pull you out of your head.

“Huh—yeah—sorry—what—“ you want to reply to whatever he must have said but you didn’t have a clue.

“Where’d you go?” You brother asks.

“Let me guess, the future?”

The spirit captain knew you well.

“Can I ask you a question?” You look towards your dad and his face changes when he hears the seriousness in your tone.

“Of course” 

“How did you know mum was the one?”

You can tell by the look of their faces that you have caught the three of them off guard.

Your dad has his thinking face on so you leave him to it.

Ashley had been in your live for 7 years and you had been dating for just as long. Is it so wrong for you to think of what your future held, especially with the blonde?

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while haven’t you?” Andi whispers.

You nod your head “How did you know?”

“Something changed over Christmas. When we met up for new years something was different, I couldn’t put my finger on it, you just looked at her differently”

This was true. Over Christmas you and Ashley had a rom com day which turned into a wedding movie day and naturally your future nuptials got brought up and it scared you but in a good way. What followed was dream after dream about Ashley, the two of you getting married, you having children, buying a big house in DC and getting a dog. The latter actually happened when you got home after the Euros. 

“I can talk about you mother until the cows come home but our story doesn’t matter” your dad tells you. 

“It does matter” 

“No Y/N it doesn’t” he voice is stern “That is our story. You cannot compare that to the love that you and Ashley have” 

“I wasn’t—“

“I know how your brain works kid. Let me tell you this, if you are thinking about it then you already have your answer” 

“So if you have learnt anything here tonight Andi, it is that if you look up the word vague in the dictionary you will see a photo of our father” your brother’s smart mouth comment earns him a slap around the back of the head. 

“Great advice dad, I feel so much now” he knows you are being sarcastic but he say your welcome anyways. 

Needing a distraction from adult life you begin watching Ash but you see she is already making her way towards you. 

“What’s wrong?” Ash plants herself on your lap despite there being several seats available. 

“Just thinking” you see your dad and brother staring at you with knowing looks in their and it is only then that you realise you sound exactly like your dad. 

“About?” Ashley tucks a stray hair behind your ear whilst keeping her eyes locked onto yours. 

“You. Us”

It wasn’t the answer she was expecting, her face lets you know that much. 

Before you can reassure Ashley that everything is ok, your mum calls everyone in for tea. 

Despite your hardest efforts you cannot get out of your own head. Ashley absentmindedly plays with the ring on your index finger whilst you give her hand a light squeeze every so often when you catch her staring at you. After one of those times you see her glance at Trin who shrugs her shoulders, both of them then look at Andi who looks at you and you shake your head which doesn’t go unnoticed by your girlfriend.

“Are you sure you’re ok? Something is—off” by now Ashley knew you like the back of her hand so you try your best to distract her, one one thing comes to mind.

You kiss her, really kiss her. For a few seconds your surroundings are forgotten. It is only when you hear your mum clear her throat as she stands behind you ready to clear the table do you pull away.

Straight away Ashley buries her face in your neck with embarrassment.

“I have been thinking about doing that all night. You know how I get, sometimes I just need you” 

Thankfully Ashley accepts your lie and returns to her conversation with your sister in law.

Time at home with your family always passes quicker than you would like and soon enough you are laid in the living room on one of the blow up mattresses whilst Andi and Trin are on the other.

Ashley is on the verge of slummer and you can see her visibly fighting sleep, unlike your other team mates who crashed as as soon as they hit the mattress.

“Thank you for tonight” Ashley mumbles “I love it here, you are happier when you are home” 

Although it was true, your parents would agree that you are much happier when Ashley comes with you.

“You’re my home Ash” your reply is simple but it speaks volumes.

“I know”

You kiss Ashley’s temple before telling her to go to sleep, which she does in a matter on seconds. You on the other lay there like you have had multiple espressos. When you realise that sleep isn’t on the cards you do what you mum always told you to do when something is on your mind, have a cup of tea. The English know that there is nothing a good brew can’t fix.

Waiting for the kettle to boil you raid the fridge for a sweet treat, you had just beaten the World Champions, scoring in the process, surely you deserved it.

“Jackpot” you whisper shout when you see leftovers of the cheesecake your mum made.

You rest against the kitchen counter, going back and forth between cake and cuppa.

“You know it’s almost 3am?” The voice makes you jump but you soon relax when you see a barely awake Ashley walking towards you. Immediately she grabs your arms, putting them around her neck so she can cuddle into you.

“I couldn’t sleep. Cake?” You hold the fork up to Ash who nods before opening her mouth.

“Now it’s just us, will you tell me what���s wrong, please?” Ashley’s voice is soft but you can still hear a little sadness.

“Today has been weird. First I saw you with my jersey on, then you played with Harry and you fit into my crazy family with ease” 

“These are bad things?”

“God no, they are— would you marry me?” The words come out before you can stop yourself.

Ashley could have given 100 guesses of what would come out of your mouth and that was not one of them.

“Are you asking me to marry you?” A small smile forms on her face.

You have to think for a minute. Is this what you are doing? It had been on your mind for the past couple of months, today more than ever.

“I don’t think I am” you stare into the garden. You are confused and overwhelmed.

“Baby look at me” Ashley turns your head with her index finger “Talk to me”

“After the game, you had my shirt on”

“You have already said that”

“Hear me out, please” it was a beg more so than a question “you had my last name on your back earlier then when I saw you with Harry I started picturing how you would be with our children. I cannot stop thinking about our future”

“I think about it all the time. Want to know what I see?” 

You nod your head eagerly.

“I see us, our yet to be named dog” this makes you laugh “Then in a few years I see you with our children, teaching them how to play football and telling them off for not saying water right”

“It is spelt water” you say, your English accent stronger than normal “there is no D in it” 

“I see those things and I get excited, don’t you?” Ashley ignores you comment in favour of staying on topic.

“I do but it’s scary, what if you get sick of me?” 

“Y/N, we have been dating for 7 years. We went from teenage college students to professional adult soccer players. We are going change over the years but I will always love you, that won’t change”

Even half asleep Ashley knew how to calm you down. 

“Mmm, I guess you’re right. I will love you until my last day Ashley, I promise”

Ashley mumbles good.

“Now come back to bed” you quickly put your empty plate and cup in the sink before following her back into the living room.

Feeling a little more like yourself, you decide to have a little fun with your girlfriend.

When Ashley feels you stop she turns to see you down on one knee.

“Ashley Nicole Sanchez, will you marry me?” Her eyes widen “Not now, in the not so distant future”

“Yes Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, I will, at some point in my life, marry you. Now lets go to sleep” Ashley rolls her eyes at your playfullness then she leans down giving you a sweet kiss before pulling you to bed.

#woso x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt one shot #uswnt imagine #Ashley Sanchez x reader #Ashley Sanchez one shot #Ashley Sanchez imagine

[centralperkchenford]

Chenford + Lucy confesses her feelings whilst she *thinks* Tim is asleep (5×05)

I hope you like this! It just kind of came to me today!

Do something, babe, say something (say something Lose something, babe, risk something

Chenford + Lucy confesses her feelings whilst she *thinks* Tim is asleep (5×05)

Chenford + Lucy has feelings for you

Lucy sat with Tim in the hospital room, they didn’t talk much. There were a few conversations about how Lucy handled things at the station after Smitty almost let everyone go home. But really it was silent and Lucy was fine with that. They never needed to say much around each other, the silence spoke for them. They understood each other so well that no words were needed usually.

After awhile Tim drifted off to sleep and while that should have been Lucy’s cue to leave she didn’t. She had a lot of questions about Ashley not being here and Tim telling everyone to keep her in the dark. She guessed it was so she would focus on the job and not be worried about him. Which she still was no matter what. Lucy stared at Tim as he slept, his chest moving up and down. He looked so peaceful and relaxed. She couldn’t imagine the pain and the fear of being paralyzed.

There was a knock at the door and Lucy turned to see Angela. “He’s asleep.” She said quietly. Angela shrugged her shoulders and came in anyway.

“How’s he doing? Where’s Ashley?” She asked Lucy sitting the chair on the other side of the bed. Lucy sighed and sat back against her chair.

“He’s fine. I guess and he sent Ashley home.” Lucy replied and she leaned forward to smooth out the blanket on Tim. He didn’t even flinch, she ducked her head when she noticed Angela staring at her.

“His girlfriend went home and what you came?” She asked narrowing her eyes. Lucy shrugged and resisted the urge to smooth out the frown lines on Tim’s face. He must have been dreaming.

“Why are you here Lucy?” Angela asked seriously her eyes flicker to her best friend’s face before turning them on Lucy.

“I wanted to keep him company.” Lucy replied honestly. “That’s the truth Angela.”

“Okay fine. But he’s asleep why are you still here?” She asked again in a serious tone. Lucy sighed because she didn’t know the answer to that. She just wanted to be near Tim, she always did want to be near him. Even when he sent her away to UC school, and told her it was time to move on. It felt like a break up. It felt like she was losing everything, she felt like she was losing him even if he wasn’t hers to lose. Not really anyway. He still was Tim. The man who was a pain in her ass and quite frankly still was but he also was the man who wormed his way into her heart, mind and soul and she couldn’t get rid of him.

“Lucy?” Angela said bringing her out of her thoughts. “Why are you still here?”

“I have feelings for him.” She said and then she covered her mouth quickly. She didn’t mean to say it and yet… Angela didn’t look surprised.

“When did you realize you had feelings for him?” Angela asked curiously and Lucy glances at Tim to make sure he was still asleep and then back to Angela’s face.

“I-I don’t know? It was little moments for me. When he hugged me after.. Jackson at his house and I—” She paused and looks down and wipes imaginary lint of her jeans. “Maybe after that? When he said I deserved to be recognized or when fake proposed to Ashley and it felt like my heart was breaking into pieces or—”

Angela held her hands up. “Okay I get it.” She said. “A million little moments made you realize you have feeling for him.”

“I screwed up though. I said it was just pretend. An-and I told him it was nothing the kiss meant nothing. I felt like I lost him and he wasn’t even mine to lose.” She’s horrified to feel tears trickling down her cheeks. “I can’t lose him.”

Angela nodded sympathetically. “You won’t lose him Lucy. Not if you tell him how you feel.”

“How can I? He’s with Ashley and I’m with Chris. It’s not fair to either of them.”

“It’s not fair to either of you either.” Angela pointed out and Lucy had to admit she had a point. “You have feelings for him that I assume are big feelings based on your ramblings.”

Lucy nodded. Yes she had big feelings for Tim. Like she wanted to be wherever he was and just in his orbit and space.

“Tell him Lucy. Because I know Tim. He’s going to be respectful of you but he has feelings for you too. He says he doesn’t but he does.”

“He has Ashley. Why would he want me?” She asked staring at her eyes. “He said he can see himself married to her.”

Angela sighed and got up from the chair and stood in front of Lucy blocking her view of Tim.

“Lucy, you are everything Tim wants. Beautiful. Loving. Emphatic. You challenge him and you push him to be better. He is who he is because of you.”

“He improved on his own.” She protested. Because he had and she was so proud of him.

Angela shrugged. “I agree he did but don’t discredit yourself Lucy. You helped him a lot.”

Lucy couldn’t do anything but nod and hope that was true. She cared about Tim, and even if was only as a friend she would live to be okay with that.

Lucy’s phone buzzed in her lap and she glanced at it and frowned. It was Chris, asking if they could have dinner tonight. She sighed loudly because she wasn’t in the mood for Chris or his boring conversations or the fact that they always ordered in. She didn’t want Chris, she glanced at the beautiful, wonderful man on the hospital bed. She wanted Tim, but she couldn’t do anything about that.

“I have to go.” She told Angela reluctantly. “Um. Can you be here in case he wakes up again? I don’t want him to be alone.” And why did she sound so much like a worried girlfriend?

Angela nodded. “Of course.”

Lucy left the room and gave Tim one last look. Being his friend was fine for now. As long as he was in her life she was okay with that.

***

Tim woke up to his best friend staring at him and while he was glad Angela was here and sitting by his bedside. He wanted another woman there, one with chestnut hair, and brown eyes that sparkles when ever she looked at him.

“Stop staring.” He grumbled at Angela. “It’s weird.”

Angela grinned at him and then settled back in her chair. “Where’s Ashley?”

Tim was silent and he started frowning again remembering how Ashley had broken up with him right after surgery. His heart broke a little, but then it healed when Lucy came in and sat with him. He knew it wasn’t going anywhere with Ashley, so while the breakup was less than ideal and he would have preferred her to do it when he didn’t look so pathetic he wasn’t heartbroken.

“She uh went home.” He lied and winced when Angela glared at him.

“That may work on Lucy but it doesn’t work on me Tim. Now where is Ashley?” She asked again.

Lucy that single name sent a shiver down his spine. But it wasn’t a bad shiver. Not even a little bit.

“She broke up with me.” He admitted. “Today after surgery.”

“Why didn’t you tell Lucy that?” Angela asked. And the truth is Tim isn’t sure why. He just didn’t want to have Lucy worry about him even more.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want her to worry even more. I didn’t want her to get mad at Ashley on my behalf.” He trailed off and Angela nodded but Tim didn’t think it was from understanding. It was more of finally you are telling the truth.

Speaking of truth..

“I- uh heard your conversation with Lucy.” He said. Angela froze and looked up at him her eyes wide.

“How much of it?” She asked warily. And Tim shrugged. At first he had been asleep and then he heard Angela come in the room and start talking to Lucy and because he loved Lucy’s voice he listened.

His heart broke a little. How small and quiet she sounded nothing like the bright, sunshine Lucy he was used to.

And then

She admitted she had feelings for him and he wanted to open his eyes and tell her how he felt but he didn’t. He listened to her name the possible moments she might have fallen for him. He put those at the top of his mind. He was going to figure out when he fell for Lucy, when he realized she wasn’t just a friend or his aide but when he realized he liked her more than that.

They kept talking, Lucy’s voice breaking a little when she said he was with Ashley and she was with Chris. His heart broke when she asked why would he want to be with her.

Because you are beautiful, loving, compassionate, you care and just want to make this world a better place. Because you never gave up on me. Because you shine brighter than the sun sometimes. You made me a better man.

Angela basically said all of that and he didn’t see Lucy’s face to see if she believed her but he hoped she did.

“Tim?” Angela questioned him pulling him from his thoughts. “How much of our conversation did you hear?”

“Everything.” He admitted. “Every single thing.”

Angela sighed and came closer placing her hands on the bed and looking at him intently.

“Tim. Do you have feelings for Lucy?” She asked and unlike last time he didn’t deny it.

“Yes.” He said. “I do.”

“Tell her.” Angela said. “Tell her before you lose her. I don’t know why but she is with Chris and he seems to really like her. Tell her how you feel because you know she feels the same way.”

Tim sighed and he knew Angela was right. He needed to talk to Lucy before she fell for Chris. The thing was he just wanted to see Lucy happy.

“I just want her to be happy. She deserves it more than anyone.”

Angela squeezed his hand. “I’ll be here for you no matter what Tim. But as much as you want Lucy to be happy.. you deserve happiness too and I know she would make you happier than you been in awhile.”

Tim just stayed silent and Angela squeezed his hand again.

“Talk to her Tim. Do it tomorrow or the next but talk to her. You never know what might come of it.”

She glanced at her phone and stood up. “I have to go but.. just think about it Tim. You deserve happiness too.”

She left the room without another glance at him, leaving Tim alone with his thoughts not knowing that several miles away in her apartment Lucy was struggling with the same thoughts.

***

“Tell him how you feel.” Angela’s voice rang in her ears. Lucy sighed and turned on her side. She met up with Chris for dinner, but refused his attempts to get her to come home with him. She insisted she want to be alone. It wasn’t a lie, she really did want to be alone even if that meant being alone with her thoughts.

She thought of Tim alone in the hospital now and wanted to jump in her car and camp out by his bed.

She didn’t though. She just laid in her bed not knowing that the man she was possibly in love with was also in love with her.

Not knowing in a few months she would be exactly where she was suppose to be. In his arms, safe and happy.

***

Both Lucy and Tim fell into dreamless sleeps hoping that one day their heartache would be resolved.

Neither of them realizing that the best was yet to come.

#chenford #the rookie #chenford fanfic #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #anon answered #chenford fic

[love2write2626]

Our Love in a Rogue Nation 8 (Final Chapter)

Chapter 8

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Those are the words on repeat in my mind. I should have known better, Ethan is probably so disappointed in me, not only am I risking the outcome of this mission, I’m also putting many more people at risk.

I looked over at Ilsa, of course not only am I sitting in the middle of a restaurant with a bomb strapped to me, but she was sent to keep watch.

“You know, you put your own self in this position, I would never be stupid enough to do what you did” she said in a condescending tone. I decided it was best to just ignore her, I am sitting on a pressure trigger and just a small amount of weight change will set it off. I let out a deep breath, and that’s when I felt his presence. Ethan, was here. I felt him put his hand on my shoulder and Ilsa quickly said “Careful” he ignored her and looked deep into my eyes

“I’m here baby” he said I went to smile but shuddered when Lane’s voice spoke through my ear piece

“This is the end Mr. Hunt” I repeated, Ethan started looking me up and down, he saw the ear piece, and the contact in my eye. He reached over to move my jacket, to see what he already knew was there and Ilsa said

“Careful”

“Two pounds of Semtex, five hundred .30 caliber ball bearings. Your girlfriend is sitting on a highly sensitive pressure trigger… so no sudden moves” I repeated everything that Lane said to me. Ethan looked around the restaurant and then back at Ilsa and she showed him her gun.

“Your final test” he said to her

“When Lane has what he wants I kill you and Ashley, if not… everyone dies” I saw the worry in his eyes I wanted to jump up and pull him into my arms, but then I heard Lane’s voice again

“No time to think Ethan, have a seat please” Ethan moved to sit in the chair across from me “Human nature, my weapon of choice. From the moment I killed the woman in the record shop I knew you would stop at nothing to find me. I also knew Ilsa wouldn’t have a choice. Whether she broke you that night you met or she let you go. Whether you let her go in Morocco, whether she went to Atlee or not…” Lane was cut short by Ethan finishing his sentence.

“You were certain we’d end up where we are right now” he looked up and added “Then, again. So was I” he moved closer and gently grabbed my hand before continying his speech to Lane “I know you, somewhere along the line you had a crisis of faith. Human life didn’t matter anymore. Or maybe it never did, you killed too many innocent people, without ever asking who was giving the orders or why. You blame the system for what you are. Not, not yourself. You wanted revenge. But Rome wasn’t destroyed in a day. You needed help, you needed money, a lot of it. And you will stop at nothing to get it… that’s how I know I’m going to put you in a box” I heard Lane take a deep breath and I could tell he is becoming annoyed

“Where’s the disk?” Lane asked

“You like to play games, I have a game for you. How about 50 million to let Ashley go?” he held up a napkin that had a routing number on it. It was silent for a few moments and then I heard

“Where is the disk?”

“You’re looking at it, I am the disk, I memorized all 2.4 billion in numbered accounts. If that vest goes off you get nothing. Without me, you’re nothing” I heard lane let out a little chuckle “Right now you’re thinking it’s a bluff, I’d never let anything happen to her. I couldn’t possibly memorize the entire disk… there’s only one way to be sure let Ashley go.” My heart started to race, I knew based on the beeping that it was getting closer to zero. I started to breath hard, and I felt tears running down my face. At almost zero the countdown stopped, and I let out a deep breath. Lane’s men who had been lurking in the shadows, started moving closer “If they come any closer shoot me” he said to Ilsa.

“Ethan No!” I said, he gave me a angry warning look and I put my head down, he’s probably so upset with me for doing something this stupid

“The only way this ends Lane, is you and me face, to face. Except this time I won’t be in a glass box. If you want your money the bone doctor is going to have to beat it out of me! NOW LET HER GO” he said in a low, deep voice. There was another moment of silence before he started telling me the code to get the vest off. Once it was off, I stood up and Ethan handed me a phone. “Go”

“Ethan…”

“Go, your brother, Brandt, and Luther are waiting” I nodded I reached for his hand and gave it one last squeeze before walking away. I dialed Benji’s number, and he picked up immediately

“Did you get her?”

“Yes, he got me big brother” he let out a sigh of relief “Now where am I going?”

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Benji gave me directions and made my way to where they were busy building the next part of the plan.

“I’m so glad you’re ok” Benji said as soon as he saw me, he pulled me into a huge hug.

“So I’m assuming the end game is getting Lane in this glass box?” I asked

“Yes, we’re hoping Ethan is going to be able to get him here… Ethan was worried sick about you” I looked at the ground. I knew Benji meant he was angry, and only worried because this was interfering with the plan

“I’m sorry” I mumbled

“All that matters now is you are ok”  I felt tears running down my face

“Is there a bathroom?” I asked

“Yeah, I think there is one around the corner” I nodded and headed that way, but as soon as I turned the corner, I couldn’t hold myself together anymore, I leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down to the ground and cried.

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Ethan’s P.O.V

After getting Lane into the box and helping them put it in he truck, I looked around for Ashley. Words cannot describe how happy I am that she is ok.

“Benji, where is Ashley?” I asked

“Oh, I think she went to the bathroom, its around the corner” I patted him on the shoulder

“Thanks” I said. As soon as I turned the corner, I saw Ashley on the ground against the wall crying “Ashley!” I exclaimed running over to her, I kneeled in front of her “Baby… are you hurt?” I asked her looking for any sign of harm to her body. She gave me a weird look, and pulled away from me “baby what’s wrong?” I asked

“Why are you talking to me?”

“What?” I asked confused

“Don’t you hate me?” she asked

“Hate you? Baby, what on earth are you talking about? Why would you think I hate you?”

“Because, I was stupid and put the whole mission at risk”

“Baby, you made a mistake. That’s it, and all the years you have known me have I made mistakes on missions?” she nodded “I love you so much, words cannot describe how lost I felt knowing that he had you, knowing that at any moment he could hurt you I…” she cut me off by throwing herself into my arms

“I love you too” I helped her stand up, and then I pushed her against the wall, and brought my lips to Her’s kissing her with every ounce of love I have for her. When we broke apart I said

“Do we have to have another lesson, to help with your self-esteem?” she blushed because she knew exactly what I was referring to. I pushed my knee between her legs, she gasped. “Ashley…” we were cut short by Brandt

“C’mon guys we have to go” we both sighed

“We’ll have that lesson whenever we get another chance to be alone” she giggled we started to walk but I stopped her “I need you to know, no matter what happens, what you do or don’t do, even if I am upset with you… There is nothing you could EVER do to make me not love you anymore” she gave me a sad smile and pushed her lips lightly on mine

“C’mon you two” Brandt said again, we walked hand in hand to where everyone else is. I saw Ashley looking around, I knew who she was looking for. “You don’t have to worry about Ilsa anymore… she left, and I doubt we will ever see her again” We climbed into the car, and followed behind the truck that was holding Lane.

“I’m so glad all of this is over” Ashley said

“I know. Things will most likely cool down that we have Lane” I looked over at Ashley “We finally take some time and focus on us. Get married, go on our honeymoon” I kissed her hand. “I love you” I said

“I love you more Ethan Hunt”

 The next story in the series is ‘The Fallout of Our Love’

Thanks for reading please comment and let me know what you think!!

#ethan hunt #ethan hunt x reader #ethan hunt x original female character #original character #original female character #ethan #tom cruise #tom cruise movies #tom cruise running #tom cruise fanfic #mission impossible #mission impossible rogue nation #mission impossible fallout #mission impossible dead Reckoning

[slimthicksonnett]

59 with Ashley Sanchez

“H-How long have you been standing there?” // Ashley Sanchez (740 words)

“I don’t get it! She could have picked anyone.” You whined into the phone, flopping down onto the stiff hotel bed. 

“You don’t get it? Or you don’t want to get it?” Tara answered back. Even a couple of thousand miles away back in Washington, you could hear the smugness in your best friend's voice. 

“She doesn’t like me like that, Tar.” You reprimanded; voice muffled from where you were face down in the duvet.

“But you like her like that.” It wasn’t a question, and you didn’t have to answer it. 

“I mean, maybe? We’re also just best friends.” It was a last ditch effort to defend your pride but a simple snort from Tara crushed any last bit that was remaining.

“Just best friends? So everyone turns down a trade to go back to play in their hometown at a top expansion team just because they don’t want to leave their best friend?” Tara countered, earning a long groan from you.

“I love the Spirit, I’d never want to leave any of you.” Your argument was weak and Tara just hummed in response.

“Right. You love the Spirit so much that you sold the house you’d bought just because Ash asked if you could maybe be apartmentmates?” The question made you blush, thinking about the beautiful two-story home outside of D.C that you’d spent all preseason gushing over to anyone that would listen.

“It made more sense financially and logistically to stay in the city.” You huffed.

“With her, you forgot to add stay in the city with her.” Tara giggled, clearly amused by your frustration.

“Okay fine, yes. Maybe I like her like that!” You conceded, a loud cheer coming from over the phone. 

“There you go! The first step to healing is admitting.” Your teammate sounded less smug now, more soft. But your interpretation of her emotions was interrupted by the sound of something hitting the ground behind you.

Immediately, you jolted upright in the bed. 

Turning around, you were greeted by the sight of a wide eyed Ashley Sanchez.

“H-How long have you been standing there?” You questioned, voice shaky and face flushed a deep crimson in embarrassment.

“You turned down San Diego for me?” Ashley asked, staring at you in some mixture of awe and disbelief.

A brief "oop-" could be heard from the phone before the line went dead from Tara assumedly making the decision to hang up.

“Oh, so that long…” You muttered, staring at the floor as you watched the younger girl cross the room towards where you sat at the edge of the bed. 

“Was Tara telling the truth?” She questioned you again, you didn’t even have to look up to know she was staring down at you with those commanding eyes.

“About which part.” Your voice was distant as you traced patterns on the hotel carpet with your feet.

You were pulled away from your musings though when a delicate hand was placed under your chin, fingers curling strongly to tip your head up so that your eyes were locked on hers.

“San Diego wanted you.” It was a statement, you could only manage a tiny nod as you gulped nervously in response.

“San Diego wanted you, but you stayed at the Spirit. You could’ve gone home!” Ashleys voice was louder now, the disbelief in her tone almost tinged with anger at you for turning down the offer.

“I am home.” Was all you managed in response, watching the way Ashley softened at the sound of your words.

“You are home?” She whispered, tilting her head to the side just slightly in question.

“I’m home with you.” Your voice was gentle. You weren’t sure how you managed to make the statement without breaking eye contact with Ashley but you were glad you didn’t. Because watching her closely revealed the moment that her eyes slipped from yours and down to your lips, lingering there for a moment.

“Y/N…”  Ashley sighed, her thumb brushing feather light against your jaw.

“I’m sorry that was-”

Ashley cut off your ramblings with her lips, soft and full, against yours. Thankfully you recovered quickly from the shock, pressing up into her kiss. It was good as far as first kisses go. And that’s to say that it was a mess. Too much pressure, a clashing of teeth, an odd angle.

But everything about it was so distinctly Ashley that that too felt like home.

Pulling back, breathless, Ashley let her eyes lock with yours again as a smile spread across her face.

“Thank god I picked you to room with.”

#ashley sanchez imagine #uswnt imagine #woso imagines #slimthickficlets

[ragingstillness]

How I think the various members of the BAU would fare were they given Spencer’s prison plot line

Note: this is based off of how prisons are depicted in the show and in fiction in general and these are my personal hcs

Emily:

I think Emily is about the only one who could survive in prison personality unchanged. Maybe slightly more unhinged, but she’d make her strength known quickly and probably become the leader of a girl gang

JJ:

JJ would play up the Halo Effect Killer aspect, using unsubs she’d seen as a model for behaving like you used your beauty to escape consequences for your crimes. She’d master a dead-eyed stare and not speak often

Penelope:

Penelope would be perceived as weak at first and might face some bullying, but if she tapped into her hacker persona and used her actual crimes she’d gain prison cred. She wouldn’t be a member or leader of a gang but she’d have a few hanger ons and people wouldn’t mess with her

Tara:

Tara’s height and natural physicality would serve her well in prison. She’s also got a very good intimidating stare. People would be afraid to start with her. She’d also immediately begin working out in the yard, showing how very bad an idea it would be to mess with her

Kate:

Kate wouldn’t have a good time in prison. Her heart is too big. She’s definitely end up in a big sister position for some of the younger inmates and would likely often get into conflicts with the guards for being too rough

Ashley:

Ashley would walk into prison with cred. She would be unbothered but her volatile temper would only get worse

Elle:

Elle would not have to fight to get respect. She exudes this do-not-fuck-with-me energy that promises that she can be scary if pushed. She also wouldn’t be afraid of anything and calm under pressure. If someone did mess with her, her vengeance would be swift and untraceable

Jordan:

Jordan would get into a lot of fights in prison. She would win, but she’d get into a lot of fights and she’d fight dirty. Eventually she’d become a lieutenant in a girl gang

Alex:

Alex couldn’t be messed with because she’s too unbothered. She wouldn’t get involved in any arguments or rise to provocation, just dismiss it all with a cutting word. Her age would grant her respect as well.

Derek:

Derek would survive prison but he’d be quite traumatized by his experiences. He’d be stoic on the outside and horrified on the inside. He’d try his hardest to not join a gang, probably inventing some sort of reason why he couldn’t. Like Kate he’d get thrown in solitary for fighting with the guards over abuse of power and that’s when he’d silently cry over everything he’s seen

Stephen:

Stephen would be very chill about the whole thing. He has such kind vibes that as long as he stayed in his lane he wouldn’t be messed with, the type to form genuine friendships on the inside.

Luke:

Like Stephen, Luke would get along with people easily. He’d only become angry if directly provoked. Lots of posturing, not a ton of real physical follow through although Luke certainly could if he wanted to

Hotch:

Hotch has the strongest case of don’t-fuck-with-me face that I’ve ever seen. So he’d be fine, so long as he didn’t let anyone find out he was an fbi agent or a father. I think the former would be harder to hide and also more dangerous to reveal.

Dave:

Dave would have a leg up because of the stereotype surrounding older Italian men in prison. He’s just gotta be part of the mafia right? As a storyteller and a profiler, Dave would be able to weave just enough truth into his stories to make himself seem very intimidating and impressive. As long as the ruse holds up, and it would hold up to most scrutiny, he’d be just fine, if a bit lonely

Matt:

Matt would kick ass in prison but he wouldn’t have to very often. His arms alone would deter most attackers unless they were a group. Even then, they might make it out alive but not unscathed

Spencer:

Frankly the way they portrayed Spencer felt pretty in character to me, but that could just be confirmation bias talking. I am amazed that Spencer never came up with the idea of escape, I feel like he’d turn to that before other crimes like drug running. I also expected him to make up an entirely different identity for himself rather than slowly just become a bit darker

Would love to hear people’s thoughts, but not looking to start an argument

#cm #criminal minds #criminal minds meta #criminal minds hcs

[wandering-words]

8 - Sweater weather for Avanine :3

(I'm still answering asks, but I've been a bit slow in fulfilling them. Sorry!)

For this one, I imagine it being canon divergent from Festival, as in, Festival didn't happen lol.

Hope you enjoy! And thanks again @serendipitouscontaminant for the ask :)

~~~

Janine really needs to make a better habit of looking at the weather app. 

The leaves on the trees were barely trembling and the scrapes of the branches against the glass were light, as if beckoning Janine to go outside in her plaid pajama pants and oversized shirt from Tariq that she refused to get rid of. 

Janine decided to wear one of her characteristic sweaters, this one beige with little red flowers decorating the neckline, and brought another jacket layer just in case it got colder. 

She forgot that this jacket was so well loved that it barely had any of the lining in it anymore, making it not as effective as a top layer. 

Of course this was the morning the wind whipped against her face while she had car duty. 

Janine felt her teeth chattering as she wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the cold seeping into her skin through the layers of her sweater and jacket as the wind threw itself against the exposed skin of her face, every particle making Janine wince and her teeth chatter. It was hard to grate out a smile for each family at drop off when she felt as though her fingers and toes were going to freeze off. 

She’d grown up in Philadelphia, she didn’t understand how she wasn’t used to the cold after 25 years, but she was pretty sure that the wind had never been as cold as it was now. 

(Janine knew she should be cutting herself some slack: she’d been so stressed out with the prospect of Abbott turning charter that the last thing she thought about was weather. 

But she wanted to be strong. Needed to be strong.)

Later, the sun was shining weakly through the mass of gray clouds, and although Janine knew it was also her turn to watch the kids at recess, she didn’t think she was going to make it. 

No. 

Janine was stronger than that. 

The staff were practically falling apart from the stress of the prospect of Abbott turning charter, this was a way Janine could attribute. Maybe she was a little bit cold (she ignored the feeling of her fingers continuing to thaw from the cold of the morning’s strong wind), but she couldn’t shrug her load onto Barbara and Melissa again. 

She could see how Barbara’s shoulders seemed permanently tense, and usually a sly touch of Melissa’s hand over hers could help dispel some of that. But Melissa was quieter than usual, picking at her salad and forking it into her mouth aggressively, quickly, as if she was running out of time with every lunch period. 

If Barbara and Melissa were talking, it wasn’t in the staff room. 

Then Ava burst in, and Janine felt something flip in her stomach. The day really couldn’t get worse if she tried.

Ava frowned when she saw that Janine wasn’t outside with the kids. 

“Janine, what the hell are you doing in here?” 

Truth is, Janine had practically begged Ashley to watch the kids. 

Ashley had frowned as she looked Janine up and down. “Isn’t that your job today?” 

Then she noticed Janine’s fingers moving slower than usual and her teeth chattering. The wind had been so cold that it made the inside of the elementary school a bit chillier, since the heater had decided to die right before winter started, and Janine was cold again. Ashley sighed, as if it were the most inconvenient prospect ever, but then she took the lunch shift. 

“It’s cold.” That’s all Janine could get out before she felt her teeth chattering again. 

Ava’s frown grew deeper. 

“Come with me.”

Janine followed her quickly, her eyes wide, worried Ava would try to get her in trouble for switching with Ashley. Teachers were allowed to switch shifts for lunch duty, so Janine wasn’t sure why that couldn’t also apply to Ashley. Then again, Ava loved to target her, so Janine was sure that Ava could make up some excuse just so that it would go on her record. 

As they walked into Ava’s office, Janine was already rattling off apologies. “Listen, I’m sorry, I’ll take the shift back from Ashley…” 

Ava looked at her with a raised brow. “Girl, you’re shaking so much I thought you were having a seizure. That is not why you’re here.” She looked around, making sure that the camera crew was out of sight, and when she saw an empty hallway, her posture relaxed. 

She seemed to be digging around for something in one of her cabinets, and with each shuffle, Janine found herself bouncing on the balls of her feet and twisting her fingers together, growing more and more anxious. 

Then Ava held out a dark turtleneck. Janine almost didn’t comprehend it, even when Ava was looking at her and then back at the sweater and then back at her. 

Wait. 

Ava was giving her a sweater?

Janine couldn't prevent her eyes from widening as she took the sweater from the taller woman quickly, as if Ava would revoke the garment the moment Janine latched onto it. 

It was soft, it was warm, and it smelled vaguely floral and musky. Like Ava. 

“Thank you,” Janine breathed, taking off her outer jacket and sliding the turtleneck over her beige sweater, sighing as she felt its warmth wrap around her. 

“Don’t mention it. I’m serious, or I’ll take it away and let you get hypothermia.” 

Ava was dead serious, her tone leaving no room for argument, but her eyes were soft. As if watching Janine’s small body drown in her sweater somehow made Ava fond of her. 

When Janine re-entered the staff room, beaming, Barbara and Melissa exchanged knowing looks while Jacob looked confusedly at Janine’s new sweater. 

“Wait, isn’t that Ava’s?” He asked, pointing towards Janine, and then his eyes got wide. 

“Pay up, Mr. C,” Melissa said with a smirk, holding her hand out smugly. Jacob huffed as he handed Melissa a $10 bill. 

“What… what did you bet on?” Janine asked confusedly, and Melissa sent her a cocky smirk. 

“I knew Ava liked ya, hon. And I knew the moment you came in shivering that she’d do something about it. Looks like I was right.” 

Jacob threw his hands up, defensive. “I didn’t think she liked any of us.” 

Mr. Johnson shook his head at Jacob’s loss, clicking his tongue disappointedly, while Gregory looked at Janine with his characteristic wide-eyed expression, a smile just forming on his lips. 

Janine used to feel something for that smile. She still did, a little. 

But when Ava walked in, the entire room going silent, Janine felt her stomach do the flip again. It was more powerful, made her feel more anxious and nauseous at the same time. When Ava looked at her with a nearly blank expression, her eyes still soft, Janine knew what she wanted.

#abbott elementary #ava coleman #janine teagues #avanine #ava x janine #a lil bit of ensemble #because I adore them

[elvisabutler]

welp i’m back. becuase apparently we have no self restraint and need some fluff

how about we switch up the vibes…

let’s consider

“pinky promise?” with austin. 🥹🥹

consider that i blame you for the birthday angst (seriously did oh that's a new one re: the line) and the second part clearly your fluff prompt means you get blamed for the whole thing including the end. also! put the reader in a suit to keep myself in line with general gender neutral thing i had going on. also because personally i kind of wish i went for a suit instead of my poofy white dress. tw: anxiety, tooth aching fluff.

two in love can make it pt. 3

you and austin had made an agreement that your wedding would be a small affair. truth be told you had told him that you were quite content to just get married at a courthouse with no fuss and no mess just have it over and done with so that you could call him your husband as quickly as you could. he knew you'd regret doing that though when the rush of everything had faded and you weren't able to have a sea of pictures taken by everyone including him.

it take a lot of planning, working around your job and his filming schedule and- all of both of your friends' schedules but the two of you make it work with only a few panic attacks here and there- mostly coming from him in the middle of the night halfway across the world from you with phone calls and soft words murmured by him in your ears. "you're a godsend, babe, you're gonna have this all planned out and it's gonna be wonderful. text me the number for the venue, i know you said they were booked but maybe i can do something. pull a string for us."

the string he pulls is an hour long conversation with the owner, florence pugh and zendaya. sometimes it pays to be an actor even if he sometimes detests the amount of fame and lack of privacy that it comes with. but if it gets you to smile as much as you do when he tells you over facetime about the problem being fixed? oh, he'll be an actor until he drops dead.

the big day finally arrives and you're fiddling with your suit. it looks fine, your hair looks fine and everything is perfect. you've triple checked everything yourself. the one thing you haven't check on is austin but you might be using ashley as your covert operative- as if she wasn't austin's best woman and considered it her job to make sure her best friend became your husband. he's anxious to the point where ashley has informed you that if she didn't know him- she'd think he was going to bolt. you both do actually know him and know he won't but knowing that he's that anxious has your own anxiety going through the roof.

however, you are a stickler for tradition and won't go see your future husband, which is why it startles you when you hear the door to the room you're in open to reveal austin.

"aus! what are you doing here?" you whisper harshly, as if you speaking any louder will invite all the bad luck in the world to fall on you right in that second. a silly notion, yes, but one that your anxiety latches onto almost immediately.

"i-" he pauses, his eyes looking you up and down before gulping and letting out a small sigh. "y/n, i had to see you. you look- phenomenal." he starts to move toward you. "seriously that suit cuts in all the right-"

you start to back away because it is bad enough that austin has seen you in your outfit before the wedding but now he's looking like he wants to touch you and you will not stand for that. "oh no you don't austin- you- you are already breaking a rule just being here, you are just bringing bad luck looking at me like you are right now."

that makes him stop far too quickly and you raise an eyebrow. you were being serious, yes, but it's austin, you know very well that he'd still be trying to move closer to you regardless. his face- you can see how he's biting his lower lip like its his only lifeline, like it's stopping him from blurting out something he shouldn't or maybe it's just keeping him centered and in the moment. you don't know for sure. your eyes drift over the rest of his frame, taking him in, seeing his tightened shoulders and the way that despite him playing with every single ring on his fingers his hands are still shaking like leaves about to fall off their branch.

oh. he's- really that nervous and you just told him that he's bringing bad luck to the ceremony. that couldn't have been good for the problem. austin finally speaks right about the time you come to this realization and stops fiddling with his hands as he does. "you- i'm nervous. i know you said yes and we've spent this money and everything. i know we've talked about spending the rest of our lives together but i'm- ashley has had to sit me down multiple times with just a glass of water. i'm- i should probably take a xanax or something but i- don't want to. because i'll probably be fine once this- once we say i do."

you listen and you know austin isn't properly paying attention to you because he doesn't notice how you've moved closer to him as he talked and you don't really announce that you're coming any closer until you're right there in front of him and grabbing at his hands and trying your best to envelop them with your own.

"are you scared i'm going to run?" you ask quietly as you bring his hands up to your lips to give them a soft kiss as he nods slowly. "austin, i wouldn't dream of it. you're- remember what you said, you're my solid ground. we're the foundation of everything for each other. leaving you would be like leaving half of myself behind."

if austin shudders a little when you kiss his hands, you both don't comment on it. you know how he can get when he's feeling anxious. he takes a deep breath and sniffles just a tad before he speaks again, shaking his head as he does. "pinky promise."

your eyebrow shoots up momentarily before you recover still a little flummoxed and it shows in your response. "i beg your pardon?"

he holds out his pinky finger as if it is the most normal thing on the planet and like he's not 31 years old. "pinky promise that you're gonna stay with me. that you actually want to be stuck by my side through all the- everything that life is going to throw at us. that you want to grow old together and see my hair turn grey. and that you'll still find me this pretty attractive man when i'm old and you're old. i don't want to be without you. i don't even want to be without you for the time until the ceremony right now."

you can't help the laugh that bubbles up as yuo shake your head, marveling at how much of a sap you find austin to be and how adorable you find that entire spiel he just gave you. it's not you saying no in the slightest, but you need a minute to control your laughter. once you're a little calmer you wrap your pinky finger around his. "pinky promise, babe. i will find you attractive until you're dead and gone. i want to be stuck with you forever because who else would put up with the things i do. i want to cook with you, i want to have you cook grilled peaches for dessert. i want- i want everything with you. always."

his lips upturn into a grin before he pulls his hands away from your and uses them to pull your face to his for a kiss. it's chaste, a simple peck while also having every bit of love poured into it he can muster. when he pulls away his eyes are shining with what you think are unshed happy tears. you're pretty sure yours are the same way. "i'm staying in here until the ceremony, you know that right?"

"you already broke the rule. what's the worst it's going to do?" you respond, nuzzling at his nose and giving him another kiss.

"probably nothing." he shrugs before pulling out his phone. "i'll text ashley and my sister. so they know where to find us."

you nod and for the next hour you two just sit on the couch, breathing in and out together in the most calming way you both can manage. when it comes time for you to walk down the aisle austin acts like it's the first time he's ever seen you and you're struck by how much you adore him. that feeling is what you'll forever blame for your actions at the altar when you step close to him and hold out your pinky finger before anything else his said.

he sighs sounding so blissful it makes you want to cry and then he wraps his own finger around yours without a second thought.

#austin butler fluff #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #see ma i can write fluff. #i am probably gonna repost this series or something all properly put together i don't know. #we'll see. #but yes birthday fic and everything. all angelina's fault so say we all. #ally's 500 follower gala #ally writes

[maya-matlin]

Can you believe I'm sending you a Degrassi ask? I mean, I only send you like 12 a day, so try to contain your shock ;) 1. Choose 3-5 ships that weren't endgame but which you'd make endgame if you could (does Sellie make the cut?!) 2. Choose 3-5 ships that WERE endgame or at least implied endgame that you like the least 3. Pick three characters who you genuinely multiship, ie love two or more of their ships more or less equally (so, for example, I'd probably choose Maya as one of mine because the more I rewatch scenes the more I love zaya and camaya almost equally, just in different ways!) 4. Rank these female protags from your favorite to least favorite: Caitlin, Emma, Clare, Maya and Frankie (poor Frankie--I always forget about her!) 5. Pick just one favorite and LEAST favorite ship for each of these characters: Ashley, Paige, Emma (what is wrong with me that I ended up not liking any of her canon romances much?!), Jimmy, Spinner, Craig and Manny. Enjoy!

LMAO I love you

5 ships that I wanted to be endgame:

1.) Joey/Caitlin (I'm in the minority of fans who actually enjoyed the adult story lines during the early years. Even before I watched the original series. But it's so irritating that the two of them were needlessly broken up for Kevin Smith)

2.) Sean/Ellie (We've talked about this. Their relationship was so sweet and healthy and good for both of them. They deserved a happy ending)

3.) JT/Liberty (Again, they deserved a happy ending. The pregnancy ruined everything. Both JT and Liberty mishandled things and weren't getting proper guidance at the time. But they never fell out of love, and I 100% believe they would have ended up together had JT not died)

4.) Zoe/Grace (This just makes me angry. I'll always be bitter than the writers wouldn't just let them date. I never felt their eventual endgames were ever as genuine as what they shared with each other. I also struggle to buy that Grace liked men, but it is what it is)

5.) Craig/Ashley (Call it wishful thinking because Craig was such a mess, but I think he was always at his best with Ashley and that she was the only love interest he truly loved. I like to imagine that once Ashley finds her own independence and individual success and Craig gets copious amounts of therapy, they'll find each other again. If they haven't already TBH)

5 endgame couples (implied or otherwise) that I don't like:

1.) Eli/Clare (I won't subject you to another rant about them, so I'll just say I disagreed completely with giving those two a happy ending)

2.) Jake/Katie (I'm going to be completely honest. I didn't care about Katie's happiness, and I really liked Jake. It was that simple)

3.) Jonah/Grace (It felt forced to me, and I didn't like how Frankie was painted as being irrational and insecure for no reason only for Jonah to eventually admit he DID emotionally cheat on Frankie with Grace)

4.) Winston/Goldi (They were just kind of there. I don't have any feelings about them one way or another. It just felt tacked on. I feel like Winston needed the relationship more than Goldi did because the Next Class writers gave him so little to do)

5.) Jimmy/Trina (Again, they were just kind of there. We barely got to know her character, and it's odd that they randomly got engaged so quickly)

Three characters that I multiship almost equally:

1.) Drew Torres - Drew/Bianca & Drew/Clare (I wouldn't say exactly equally because I think Bianca complemented Drew better than anyone, but I also loved what Clare brought out in him. I'll always be sad they weren't given the chance to have something more)

2.) Spinner Mason - Spinner/Paige & Spinner/Darcy (I prefer Spinner with Paige, but I'm always torn every time I watch High Fidelity. Both dynamics are good for different reasons. Even though I ultimately think Spinner loved Paige more considering he was on the verge of picking her over Darcy, Darcy also accepted and loved him when he needed it most. She inspired better in him than Paige did. So basically, I'm torn over these two ships that were nowhere close to endgame)

3.) Sean Cameron - Sean/Ellie & Sean/Emma (Again, I have a preference. Sellie or bust. But if we're talking about seasons 1-4, it's closer. Had that triangle had the chance to play out with Sean never moving away, Semma could have been written better and it would have been a closer match for me)

Rank female protagonists in order:

1.) Maya Matlin (Obviously)

2.) Emma Nelson (It's actually super close and based on how I'm feeling today. It could be Clare tomorrow. Or even Caitlin. I just feel like even though I didn't love a lot of Emma's questionable writing in the middle years, she had so much variety in story lines. It's also the early TNG bias. I can't help it)

3.) Clare Edwards (Clare may have been a divisive character, but it's hard to deny she carried seasons 10-14. She was literally around for the entire era of 40+ episodes. She wasn't my personal favorite, but I still really liked her and what she brought to the show. She'd probably be higher if her love life didn't hold her back from experiencing more growth)

4.) Caitlin Ryan (Again, still close. She was great, and had a decent variety of story lines. But some of the TNG years stuff could be hit or miss. Kevin Smith? Jesse? The writers had it out for her for some reason)

5.) Frankie Hollingsworth (Her character was all over the place and mostly overshadowed by more interesting characters. To be honest, I think Frankie was pushed as the main girl because she was white. Not because she suited the role best or was the most interesting. The Hollingsworths got old towards the end)

Fave/least fave romances:

Ashley:

Favorite: Craig/Ashley

Least favorite: Can I choose Ashley/Alistair? If not, Jimmy/Ashley. They were never compatible, and their season 5 reunion wasn't believable or needed.

Paige:

Favorite: Spinner/Paige

Least favorite: Matt/Paige, because fuck her grooming, predatory teacher

Emma:

Favorite: Sean/Emma

Least favorite: Peter/Emma

Jimmy:

Favorite: Jimmy/Hazel, but I also liked his potential with Ellie

Least favorite: Jimmy/Ashley

Spinner:

Favorite: Spinner/Paige

Least favorite: Spinner/Manny

Craig:

Favorite: Craig/Ashley

Least favorite: Craig/Ellie. I don't care if they weren't technically canon. They were the worst.

Manny:

Favorite: Jay/Manny

Least favorite: Mick/Manny, honestly. But other than the two guys no one actually remembers, Spinner/Manny.

#mayamatlinscello #Long post

[messydiabolical]

The Cerberus shield fort in the Normandy hangar bay, aka Fort Mail Slot

I was chatting about fave enemies in Mass Effect in a discord chat, and mentioned that I love the cerberus shield guys, as a sniper they are fun to aim at. And I got the biggest freaking brainworm, which started with:

Keahi Shep would collect them all up (the shields) afterwards and build a victory fort in the shuttle bay. Thane: has anyone seen siha Garrus: he's in the shield fort down in the bay Thane: the what Garrus: they're making a throne. It has turrets too.

And it became A THING. @stormikins and I then went into such a spiral elabroating the lore of Fort Mail Slot, at 7am on Monday morning, on no sleep and much coffee. Highlights! (quotations are @stormikins ideas, thank you so much for joining me on this madness stormikins!) ⦁ Everyone gets to add a shield they have 'won' (aka taken out a cerberus shield guy in battle) to the front rampart and can decorate it as they choose. ("Grunt would paint dinos and sharks. Eating little Cerberus guys"). ⦁ At first its seen as a Shep quirk, but as people add their own touches to it, they quickly become fully invested in the fort. Tali engineers a lighting and sound system. Liara establishes extranet connections. A bar appears. Vega's gym gets absorbed into the structure and becomes the fort gym. ⦁ Sophie gets her own tower right by the front gate and is the guard dog of honour. "She’s like Cerberus guarding the gate. Must give bribe treat to get in" ⦁ The fort quickly becomes legendary throughout the galaxy. It's in the shuttle bay, so anyone who comes aboard immediately see's the giant freaking shield fort as like the first thing they see aboard the Normandy, which is hilarious, UNLESS they come aboard from the upper dock, then they hear whispers of the secret fort in the basement. ⦁ "Shepard, picking up Jack and the kids at Grissom: hey, collect your shields! We’re trying to make another wing! Jack: what " (but also) Jack: sees the kids not picking up shieds Jack: you heard the man you little Fu- fricks.

⦁” Kaidan/Ashley come aboard and are like: damn nothing really has changed huh” They'd look, shake their head, and immediately hop on in. "Shake of the head, hands on hips, and then “how many do I need?” ⦁ Politicans that DON'T fuck Shep over get embassy status ⦁ Rumour has it Primarch Victus got absolutely sauced in the bar wing late one night after a trying day of playing politics ⦁ The dalatrass is of course denied entry. "Wrex takes pleasure in rubbing in her face that he's invited and she isn't" ⦁ the fort becomes so normalised on the Normandy, so much a part of the life that people kinda forget it’s a bit odd, and when the asari refuse to help Shep actually tries the 'but you won't be included in the fort' line asari: what Shep: what~ ⦁ Liara gets her own mini bank of screens in the fort to try and lure her out of her room, Shep puts up black blankets around the area with a huge sign saying 'super secret shadow broker business shhhhh' over it. Shep also puts up a neon notice board with 'totally not super secret shadow broker messages under here nope' and underneath is an extremely crudely drawn penis, with realy tiny writing underneath, like so tiny you have to get really close or take a picture and zoom, and the writing says 'made you look Liara. Twice.' and next to it is another tiny dick. ⦁ Another shadow broker prank sign: “To learn this SB secret please answer the following: dog or not?" ⦁ Joker gets 'I got fucked in the cerberus shield fort and all I got was this lousy shirt' teeshirts printed ⦁ Shep creates a little moat out front for javik. He of course deems it primitive, but can be found using it. He also compiles a report on more effective fort defence protocols. "Sophia loves him, and he's annoyed by it, but secretly loves it" ⦁ In time people commend Shepard for coming up with such an unconventional but genius way of creating a bonding exercise for the crew during the stresses of war. Shep is mysetfied, they genuinely just wanted to build a fort. ⦁ Just picture it: a bunch of cerberus troops spreading out in front of Shep, feeling confident ('so many of us vs 3 people, and us with these shiny shields!') and shep just whooping and shouting 'yes! we can extend the cinema room lads!' and the troops being very, very confused ⦁ the mail slots on the front gate are for pizza delivery we tried coming up with good names, but in the end decided that it being simply the shield fort was funnier, as people might assume the 'shield fort in the hangar bay' is like an actual, functional ship thing, like a shield fortification station for the normandy or something, and then its like 'oh, no, it's an actual shield fort'. It does gain the nickname of Fort Mail Slot among the crew. please help us expand Fort Mail Slot lore! What would other squad members decorate their shields with? What upgrades would people add, what wings? Please share cerberus sheild fort shennanigans i’d love to hear them x

#mass effect #mass effect headcanons #mass effect lore #Fort Mail Slot #the cerberus shield fort #commander shepard #my headcanons

[love2write2626]

Our Love in a Rogue Nation

Story Description: 

Ethan Hunt, the best agent IMF has to offer. Ashley Dunn, sister of Benji Dunn is the best field agent consultant IMF has to offer. Ethan Hunt and Ashley Dunn have been together for a while and are very much in love. How will the events of Rogue Nation impact their relationship?

Yes, I chose the character name Ashley... I feel like that name doesn’t get used enough in fanfiction. If you don’t like it you can imagine another name.

Part 2 Part 3

Ashley’s P.O.V

Working for IMF is a lot of fucking work. I am not a field agent, so I don’t put my life on the line everyday but being in the control room puts a lot of stress on the body… it also doesn’t help that my boyfriend is The Best field Agent that IMF has, always putting his life on the line to do what needs to be done. Is it heroic? Yes. Some of the stuff he does, comes close to giving me heart attacks every fucking time.

I’m staring at the monitors watching the current mission that Ethan’s team is on, and it looks like we might have a serious problem. I am listening as William tries to stay calm while he speaks with my brother Benji.

“Benji, Where is Ethan?” William asked my brother, that’s a very good question I haven’t heard from him all day.

“Brandt, I’m kind of in the middle of something”

“Benji, you know the package is still on the plane, right?”

“Yes, I am well aware of that Brandt. We are working on Plan B…actually Plan C”

“Benji, where is Ethan?”

“I don’t know, we are on radio silent at the moment” I looked down at my phone, looked back at William to make sure he was busy, and decided to text Ethan… technically I’m not supposed to have my phone in the control room.

Ethan, babe. Don’t mean to nag… but we could really use your assistance right now. I quickly shoved my phone back into my pocket

“Benji, the plane cannot leave with the package on board”

“We’re working on it” I heard Luther’s voice through the speaker

“Luther? What the hell are you doing there? You’re supposed to be on assignment in Malaysia” William said

“I am in Malaysia… Benji needed my help”

“I don’t need help, I need assistance its totally different” Benji responded

“It’s the same thing Benji” I finally spoke, everyone in the control room looked at me, including William

“Is that Ashley? Tell my nosy sister to do her own job and don’t worry about me” I rolled my eyes, then my phone pinged

I’m close

That was all the message said. I looked up to tell William but decided against it. Clearly there was a reason he was still radio silent.

“Guys, the package is still on the plane” William said

“Yes, we know! We are trying to cripple it remotely”

“You can do that?”

“Yes, if the pilot has left the satellite uplink switched on” Luther said

“Which he has”

“Great! How do you do that?”

“It involves hacking a Russian satellite”

“Guys, I cant authorize that”

“That’s why we didn’t ask” Luther responded again. I looked at the monitor in front of me and sighed

“William? There is a heat signatures showing up here” he walked over and looked at what I was seeing

“Shit, the engines are starting”

“Yes, I can see that, but I can’t do anything till Luther has me connected to the satellite”

“Ok, Benji you are connected”

“Great” I listened to them as they argued on different ways to stop the plane from taking off. All of them not coming up with anything that would work.

“Fuck!” William said angrily “Benji…”

“YES WE KNOW THE PACKAGE IS ON THE BLOODY PLANE!” he yelled completely stressed and annoyed.

“Benji, can you open the door?” I sighed in relief when I heard Ethan’s voice

“Ethan?” William asked “Where are you?”

“I’m by the plane, Benji can you open the door?”

“Maybe?” he said hesitantly “Why?” he asked confused

“I’m going to try to get in” he said “Can you open the door?”

“I think so”

“Benji, you better be sure before Ethan risks his life again” I said suddenly, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. IMF has a zero tolerance for romance in the office… so needless to say we have to be very careful.

“Yes, I know… yes it seems possible for me to open the door”

“Ok, Benji open that door as soon as I tell you” I’m extremely nervous because I am 99.9% sure I know what Ethan is about to do… but I’m really hoping I am wrong because this is extremely stupid. “I’M ON THE PLANE” Ethan yelled

“How did you get in the plane?” Benji asked confused

“I’M NOT IN THE PLANE… I’M ON THE PLANE” he yelled because of the sound of the aircraft. “OPEN THE DOOR” Through Benji’s camara we could see what he was seeing, and I gasped when I saw that Ethan certainly wasn’t lying he is ON the plane, clinging on for dear life

“Ok, I’m working on it” Benji said

“BENJI, OPEN THE DOOR” Ethan yelled again, I am currently holding my breath, hands locked together, I have never been so scared in my life, and Ethan has managed to scare me a few times.

“Benji Open the door right now!” William said

“Benji open the door!” Luther piped in

“I’m trying! C’mon, C’mon” he said “Yes I got it!” we could see on the monitor he had opened the back door I groaned

“BENJI YOU OPENED THE WRONG DOOR, YOU FUCKING IDIOT” I said, I looked back at William, and sighed

“I’m sorry sir, it’s just you know how I get in tense situations” William may be my friend but in the office is till have to call him sir. He just nodded his head and went back to looking at the monitor

“Ok, I got it! I’m opening the side door! How’s that?” he asked, we didn’t hear anything. Assuming he opened the correct door, because we hadn’t heard anything else from Ethan again we were in radio silence.

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We sat in the control room, so silent you could hear a pin drop everyone anxiously waiting… hoping that The mission was a success. Except me I was hoping that the love of my life was ok… so I could be the one to kill him for being so stupid.

After continuously staring at the monitor hoping to get some secure message, or hoping the phone will ring… anything from Ethan I finally decided enough was enough, I needed to get out of there. I need to get some air, I stood up quickly and pushed past William and went outside, to sit by the river. I pulled out my phone and started looking at some photos of Ethan and I together. It makes me happy, I never knew I could love someone so much… and they would return the same feelings.

“Are you ok?” I jumped when I heard William’s voice

“Yeah, sorry just a little bit stressed” I said with a smile

“It’s ok to be worried, he is your boyfriend”

“Yeah I mean… wait what?” I asked

“Benji told me” I sighed

“Of course my big mouth brother would tell you”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to report the relationship. I’ve known you guys have had feelings for each other for a long time”

“He makes me so happy” I said with a smile

“If it’s any comfort, I’m sure he is ok”

“I know he’s ok… he’s Ethan” I said laughing a little, we sat in silence for a moment when William’s phone rang.

“Brandt” he said when he answered it “Ok, sir thank you very much”

“Who was that?” I asked

“The mission was successful, Ethan is ok. He is on the phone waiting to be debriefed” he stood up “Would you like to be in the office when I talk to him?”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to listen to that” he smiled

“I just won’t put the speaker on”

“Then what’s the point of me being in there if I can’t hear anything?” I asked confused

“Because maybe during the phone call… I just might have to use the bathroom. So I won’t know if you were to I don’t know talk to him while I’m gone” I smiled

“Lets go” I said excited

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William didn’t tell Ethan I was in the room, I listened as William asked all the usually debriefing questions. Then after about 10 minutes he said

“Ethan can you excuse me for one moment?” he hit the hold button, and walked out of the room. Once the door was closed, I ran over to his chair and took the phone off of hold

“Brandt?” he asked

“It’s me baby” I said

“Ashley?” he asked, and I could hear a sigh of relief “Are you doing the rest of my debriefing?” he asked in a joking voice

“No, William is letting me talk to you for a few minutes… he knows about us by the way” I said

“How?” he asked confused

“I’ll give you one guess” he sighed

“Benji” he replied

“He promised he won’t say anything”

“I know William won’t” Ethan said  

“I was so worried about you today” I said quickly

“Baby…”

“Ethan, I was so scared something would happen… I was so scared that, we would get a call and you were… and I…” I felt tears in my eyes

“Sweetheart? I’m ok. I promise”

“I know that NOW! I didn’t know that an hour ago when I was sitting at my desk hoping I would see you again”

“I love you angel” he said quietly

“I love you too”

“I promise I will ALWAYS come back to you” he said

“You can’t make that promise”

“I will ALWAYS come back to you” He replied a little more firmly

“When will you be back from London?” I asked

“Hard to say… after this I’m supposed to be going to get my next mission I don’t know when I’ll be back” I frowned

“I miss you so much” I said

“I miss you too baby” he responded so quickly

“Promise me you will be safe… and you will call me whenever you can”

“I promise” he said firmly I looked up when the door opened

“Looks like our times up” I said into the phone “I love you”

“I love you too baby, I’ll see you soon” I stood up and handed the phone to William

“Thanks” I said to him before walking out

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