#anyways hopefully the writing bug will bite me again soon!
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2023 Writing Round Up!
Writing Round-Up: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones your most excited about.
i honestly didn't think i wrote/published a lot of fic this year, but that actually turned out to be a lie when i went back and checked out my stats this year so i'm pleastantly surprised and impressed with myself! so here's my writing round up!
January
Drabble Life 2023 - Jan 2nd, 2023 - (Schitt's Creek, 1.9k)
new year, new drabbles!
drabbles based on weekly prompts from schittscreekdrabbleblog on tumblr
A Lesson in Flirting - Jan 3rd, 2023 (Schitt's Creek, Teen, 1.9k)
a 5+1 fic where patrick is oblivious when women flirt with him and 1 time where he knows when a man flirts with him
Public Relations - finished Jan 31st, 2023 (Schitt's Creek, E, 38k)
Patrick Brewer and Rachel Davis are everyone's favorite rom-com actors, and since this is the sixth time they're playing a couple and with the public demanding when they're going to start dating, their PR manager, Alexis Rose has them perform a PR relationship for two years to help promote their latest movie. Patrick, however has recently been casted in the new book to series adaption of The Thief and the Prince alongside David Rose, making his fake relationship with Rachel go into jeopardy
February
Month of Love - all month long (Schitt's Creek, 11.8k)
My attempt at doing 28 drabbles in 28 days!
Patrick vs. The Sexy Vets - Feb 7th, 2023 (Schitt's Creek, Teen, 461 words)
"Smiling quizzically at Dr. Miguel, Patrick was about to ask what he meant but his question died on his tongue when Miguel set the kennels down so he could take off his shirt."
Or, a little drabble of what if Patrick was there when Miguel shot that photo for that add of his?
April
Keep My Hands Tied - April 4th, 2023 (Schitt's Creek, E, 2.4k)
Right now David was on his knees in his and Patrick’s bedroom, taking steadying breaths as Patrick loped the blue rope around David’s body slowly around him. It wasn’t often David asked Patrick to dominate him. When they first got together, David found out his inclination of Patrick to be slightly wrong. But the way Patrick said, “Oh, I’m gonna get the money,” or, “You’re going to sit here and think about what you’ve done,” that time when they got back together… That tone never failed to leave David’s vivid imagination or fantasies.
June
What We Don't See At The 118 - June 20th, 2023 (911, 381 words)
Prompts I've received on tumblr*
*lol this only has one entry so far, this fic was supposed to be for little drabbles but some prompts i've recieved have grown to one-shots in my wip folder whoops
It's Photoshop - June 30th, 2023 (911:Lonestar, Teen, 567 words)
TK meets a friend who also likes bearded dragons. And Carlos' secret comes out.
July
cause i believe that we were supposed to find this- July 10th, 2023 (911: Lonestar, Teen, 3.2k)
As soon as they are at the scene a cop is already there waiting for him. He’s younger than TK expected. He greets his dad before letting him take the lead of the scene. TK doesn’t get a good look at him, doesn’t bother interacting with him - too busy to do his job of getting Allison out of her car. In fact, he even forgets about the timer on his wrist.
If he did, he would’ve noticed that the countdown is less than a minute.
When the 126 find out that Allison has another baby - one not still inside her - it doesn’t take long for Paul to figure out the baby miraculously landed in a tree. And isn’t that a news story. The cop comes up to TK and asks, “How the hell-” when two distinct buzzing sounds go off.
Both men look down at their wrists.
Or, you're born with a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate.
Castles Crumbling Down- July 14th, 2023 (911, Teen, 1.5k)
Eddie sits down on the bench, laying his head back against the cold stone wall. With his eyes closed and arms crossed, he hopes it fools the guards into thinking Eddie is more calm than he really is. That they can’t tell how much his heart is pounding or how his skin itches to start punching things. Again. Just like how they found him when his hood fell off and people let out cries that the Princess Assassin is here amongst them.
OR: i had a tumblr prompt in my ask box and when i watched nimona things finally clicked.
You Can Take the Man Out of the Midwest... - July 29th, 2023 (911, G, 1k)
At first, Bobby gets trolled for all things midwest, it isn't until later he can use his teammates non midwest knowledge to his advantage...
September
yes i know that he's my ex but can't two people reconnect? - Sept 25, 2023 (911:Lonestar, E, 2.8k)
seeing him tonight - it's a bad idea, right?
(fuck it, it's fine)
tagged by @wikiangela and @hippolotamus
tagging @malewifediaz @911-on-abc @eddiebabygirldiaz @monsterrae1 @daffi-990 @rmd-writes @spotsandsocks @liminalmemories21 @aroeddiediaz @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @giddyupbuck @bonheur-cafe @wandering-night19 @alrightbuckaroo @tyfinn @lizzie-bennetdarcy @your-catfish-friend @pirrusstuff @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @eowon @apothecarose @mammameesh @heartshapedvows @fortheloveofbuddie @cultofsappho
#can you tell when college got the better of me? lol#anyways hopefully the writing bug will bite me again soon!
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Oh Baby Chapter 7
Shoutout to the lovely @gibbsandpridegirl for brainstorming and co writing this with me
Series Masterlist Masterlist
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Gibbs walked up to the officers who were trying to get the man, claiming to be Amelia’s grandfather, under control.
"Sir, do you live here?" one of the officer's asked as he approached.
“NO, but the little girl this man is yelling about is my daughter." Gibbs said, trying to take his anger but still glaring at the man.
"SHE IS NOT! "the man yelled.
The officers tried to pull the man back as he lunged at Gibbs. He swung, and if his target weren’t Gibbs he would have done some damage, but the marine and agent dodged in time and caught the man’s arm, twisting it around his back and handing him over to one of the many officers that were now there.
"I'll get her back. don't get in my way agent. you and that bitch of a wife of yours." "what the hell did you say?" Gibbs asked, hating how much he knew about his family. "She's awful pretty... that wife of yours especially when she goes on her little runs in those pink shorts." He sneered as the officer yanked him further away.
Gibbs was fuming as her turned to another officer.
"He's stalking m family.”
"we'll take him in, book him'.'
"after I see my daughter im coming down to talk to him!" Gibbs grunted.
"Sir!” The officer warned, and Gibbs realized he hadn’t IDed himself as an agent yet.
"agent" he says flashing his badge.
The cop nodded in understanding and joined his partner to discuss the situation as the other car took the man who was stalking the Gibbs family away.
"Gibbs, thank god. I'm so sorry we had to call you" Josh said shaking his hand.
"glad you did, you okay?" Gibbs said, looking around for any sign of Amelia. josh nodded and appeased him.
"Ami's upstairs with my girls. I'll get them." "Thanks for keeping them safe Josh." he said patting his arm.
"Poppa!"
Amelia yelled as Andi carried her back downstairs followed by Rylie in Josh’s arms.
"hey baby girl. I'm here. I'm here." He cooed as he scooped her out of her arms.
"I scared."
"I know princess but youre safe." He said.
"momma?" the little girl asked.
“She's on her way home. lets call her okay?" Amelia nodded quickly. The phone rang once before Y/N picked up.
"J, tell me she's okay."
"She' a just fine right meali?" "MOMMA
"Amelia squealed
" Hi baby" I Can't wait to see you. can you go thank aunt Andi-pants for me?" she asked
"Otay luv you momma." "I love you baby; she sniffed.
"J"
"he's in custody. They've been stalking us"
"well his wife is now on the run. The lawyer said she called to drop the charges minutes ago & said they’d ‘solve the problem on their own." "Shit" "we can't let this happen J!"
"i’m not letting anything happen to our family Y/N. Go straight to NCIS don’t stop for anything. I’ll get them set up with protection here and meet you there with Amelia.”
“Okay” she sniffed
“Sweetheart I’m not going to let anything happen to either of you, you know that.”
“I know, I just- god I need to be in your arms with Amelia right now.”
“Soon baby”
Gibbs caught up with one of the officers and had him stage at the house until he could get an agent there. He wrapped his daughter up his arms and kissed her head before tucking her In Her car seat.
“We’re gonna go see momma!”
“MOMMMMMA!” Amelia squealed and even in the panic in his chest, he couldn’t help but smile.
When he got to NCIS he was relieved to see Y/N already sitting in his chair, nervously biting her nails.
“Hey” he said trying not to startle her.
“Oh that god!” She huffed as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around him and Amelia.
“God I missed you” he said breathing in her scent.
“I missed you too! And you” she cooed at Amelia.
“Meals how about you go play with Abbs?” Gibbs said before Y/N stopped him.
“I really don’t-“
“In our secure conference room with a guard on the door.” He whispered to her
She nodded and let him pass her to Abby.
“I lm scared” she whimpered against his chest as he pulled her in.
“I know, I’m not letting anything happen to you.”
“Or yourself?” She sniffed.
Gibbs looked down at her.
“Promise?” she pushed
“Promise.” He said kissing her. “Always”
That, Gibbs had noticed, always calmed her, when he promised her always and he noticed it calmed him as well.
“Boss we’ve got a problem” McGee said as the team came in.
“What” Gibbs answered and y/n felt all of his fear and worry turn into a wall of anger to block everyone out.
“Mr Cobb, the man claiming to be Amelia’s grandfather just escaped.”
“WHAT?” Gibbs yelled and felt y/n flinch against him he took her hand gently as a silent apology.
“We aren’t sure what happened yet but he’s gone...”
Y/N went up to the conference room with Amelia while Gibbs and the team worked on the case. It was getting harder and harder for Gibbs to keep his cool however. And more and more difficult for y/n not to try to help in the case. When Abby came back up to play with Amelia, y/n took a moment to go check in. As she rounded the corner she heard the tell tale grunt of anger from her husband and a loud crash.
DiNozzo had just informed Gibbs that a threat had been called in against him, y/n, and Amelia and that it would be best for them to go into protective custody until the case was solved. He couldn’t hold in his emotions anymore and they all came out in the form of a growl and his stapler flying across the room to Tony’s empty desk.
Y/N ran up to him, knowing she was the only option to calm him when he was like this, her or Amelia, but he didn’t like Amelia seeing him so angry.
“Hey, hey” she whispered as she took his hand and guided him to the elevator.
She felt him relax a bit but knew he would argue “y/n I gotta-“
“You just murdered a staple Jethro... you need a minute.” He huffed and let her pull him into the elevator, flipping the switch to stop it himself and pulling her in to a tight hug. She hugged him back and heard a small sniffle, that she knew meant he was tearing up.
“Baby what’s going on?”
“There was a threat... you need to go into protective custody, you and Amelia.” He said, letting his tears go free for a moment.
“Are you coming with us? She sniffed as she wiped his tears.
He frowned. “Y/n you know I can’t with these people out there, I need to get them.” She nodded and held his face as he tried to stop more tears . “B-but I don’t think I can let you go alone. I made that mistake on-“
“Hey” she cut him off. “This is not that. That was not your fault and neither is any of this. I know you’d be our detail of you could... but it’d be silly to have one of the people being threatened doing the guarding, so how about the next best thing?” She asked and smiled at his confused look.
“Have Ziva be our detail. This isn’t your case anyway, Vance is letting you work it because he knows you won’t take no for an answer and family is first, but you know you’re going to have extra cops and agents, so have Ziva be our detail... and set us up somewhere that isn’t through normal Channels. I you know we’ll be okay!”
He nodded and pulled her into a kiss. “Maybe you should head this investigation.” He smiled
“Oh no your Poppa bear anger is going to be needed on this one!” She smiled.
“I won’t be able to call, I’ll check in with Ziva but we probably may not be able to
She nodded sadly “I hate this” she said
“Me too, god I’m gonna cry saying goodbye to meals and she’ll know somethings wrong.”
“So we tell her the truth, not everything but that we have to go away for a bit to stay safe, it’s not a bad thing to show our daughter that you have emotions. I’ll be blubbering like a baby when we leave. But it isn’t goodbye! We’ll be together soon” she sniffled and he pulled her into another hug.
“Me no leave Poppa!” Amelia cried when her parents explained that they had to go stay at uncle Tony’s with aunt Ziva for a while. First she said “my Ziva!” And the. She frowned and asked if her poppa was coming with them.
She pouted at the answer and cling to him. Y/n saw the tears form in her husband’s eyes as he hugged his daughter. She mouthed “we’ll be okay” to him and scooped her family in a hug.
“I know we’ll miss Poppa baby, but he is keeping us and other people safe. And we get to have a little sleep over. And we’ll be back with daddy in No time.”
“Why daddy no come wife us?”
“I have to catch the bad guys princess, but I love you so much. You be good for momma okay?”
She nodded sadly and grabbed her dad’s face.
“I luh you poppa! ou our hero! Momma and me see ou soon!”
“I’ll see you both soon baby girl.” He whispered through tears and kissed her head and then Y/N’s.
“We love you J! Be safe please?”
“You too. Please” his voice broke and he leaned their foreheads together.
“Always. We WILL be together soon!”
It had been a few days since the girls when into protective custody and Y/N was woken up again by a screaming Amelia.
“Meali what’s going on?” She cooed scooping her up from the pack and play they were using as a crib and taking her back to the bed.
“Me want poppa! Me want poppa!”
Y/n sighed and whispered ‘me too baby, me too. He’s keeping us safe and he loves you!”
“We talk to him?”
“He’s busy bug, well hopefully he’s sleeping right now” she sighed knowing he wasn’t.
“Stay?” She asked
“Ofcourse we can snuggle here.”
“Poppa blankie!” She shrieked.
“Oops can’t forget that!” She chuckled and scooped her out of bed to get the shirt of gibb’s that she snuggles to sleep. Like mother like daughter y/n thought as she snuggled into her husband’s tee shirt and sweatshirt she wore to sleep.
The next morning y/n woke to a snoozing Amelia next to her, all curled up with Gibbs shirt and a little smirk on her face that reminded her of her husband’s.
She smiled and took out her camera. She couldn’t have her phone with her so she’d been using her old digital camera that she’d stashed in a junk drawer and grabbed while packing. She had been taking photos of her and Amelia so Gibbs didn’t have to miss anything, even if it was (hopefully) not much longer.
She had sent Ziva for scrapbook stuff and her and Amelia were working on a ‘poppa project’ to keep them busy.
Amelia woke up slowly and cooed quietly. “Momma” she said snuggling into her.
“Me miss poppa”
“Me too love”
“Poppa luh us lots”
“He sure does”
“We work on poppa project?” Amelia perked up making Y/N smile.
“After breakfast!” She smiled
A few hours late, they were sitting on the floor working on the scrap book when Amelia suddenly broke into tears. “Poppa blankie!!!!!”
“Okay baby I’ll get it”
“It no here!” She squealed.
“Okay I’m looking!!!”
Amelia was right it was no where to be found. After hours of searching and distracting her from tears, y/n finally got her to settle by putting Gibbs sweat shirt on her and wrapping her up like a little burrito. She giggled and sniffed the sweatshirt and snuggled into her momma.
“Momma snuggle?”
“Sure baby, let’s snuggle and watch a movie?”
She nodded and they both say “Moana” at the same time.
Y/n was released when Amelia was finally snoozing against her when she heard the door open. She heard Ziva’a cue that it was her and she didn’t have to worry and whispered “shh finally got the chipmunk to sleep.”
“Rough day?” She whispered
“Mhm” y/n groaned “can’t find ‘Poppa blankie’ it’s been an afternoon that’s for sure.’
“That might be our fault” she said and signaled near the door and Abby stepped out from begins the wall with an adorable rebbe bear, clearly made from Gibbs tshirt.
Y/N felt tears spring to her eyes.
“You! You made this?” She said and took the bear with the hand that wasn’t on Amelia.
“Yeah it was ziva’s idea and I did the sewing.”
“Thank you!” Her voice cracked and she settled the bear next to Amelia, smiling as she noticed how much it smelled like Gibbs.
As soon as she put the bear near Amelia her little arm shot out and she snuggled it close to her. Her eyes crack open when she smelled the bear. “Poppa blankie?” She asks, y/n smiled at the way she resembles Gibbs when she’s confused.
“Ziva and abbs made Poppa blankie into a Poppa bear!” She smiled as Amelia snuggled the bear and looked up at her ‘aunts’ “sank ou!” She squealed and blew them kisses as she snuggled the bear!
“Can I take a picture? I won’t send it to anyone I just want to show Gibbs.”
“Yeah that’s fine, they don’t know about you or I just the Gibbs’.”
“Can you print us a copy for our Poppa project?” Y/N smiled and hugged Amelia as Abby agreed and took the picture.
Y/N set Amelia and her Poppa bear down and walked Abby out. “Thank you both so much” she said through tears.
“We brought you something too” Ziva said and looked and Abby and nodded.
“Abbs?”
Abby smiled and pulled out a letter and one of gibb’s hoodies from her bag.
“He wrote you this, and told me to have you swap sweatshirts so this one smells like him, but since lil Gibbs is all wrapped up in that one I’m sure he won’t mind you having both for now.” She smiled and held the sweatshirt to her nose.
“Thank you”
“He sent this too”
It was a little wooden heart. She could tell the it was hand carved and smiled as she turned it over. All 3 of thier initials were carved in the back with the word ‘always’ she teared up and smiled as she put held the heard close to her chest and went to get the note she had written him.
“Please tell him I love it. And that we love him? I know that’s a weird thing to make you do but.”
“Not weird at all! I’ll tell him!”
“Thank you!” She whispered as she hugged her.
“And you!” She said turning to Ziva after Abby had left. “You back on duty?”
Ziva shook her head. “Nah but i figured you wouldn’t mind me camping out here? I’ll feel better.” Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, she had been dreading the first night that Ziva wouldn’t be the one watching over them.
“We will too, come on” she said pulling Ziva to finish the movie with Amelia.
Gibbs was sulking over a file at his desk when Abby walked in.
“Um... Gibbs?”
“Yeah abbs”
“Sorry to interrupt but um I saw y/n and Amelia today”
His face softened and he got a bit of a sad look in his eye.
“I took this picture for you” she said handing him the framed picture of his girls with ‘poppa bear’
He smiled and gave a soft laugh.
“Thank you for this” he said with teary eyes.
“She like the bear?”
“Loved it, wouldn’t let go of it and y/n loved the heart and says they love you. “
He nodded, eyes not leaving the picture.
“Y/n sent this”
She said giving him the envelope and noticing it felt heavier than a letter.
He opened the envelope to find the necklace Amelia and he had given her for thier first Mother’s Day.
He picked up the note and smiled through tears as he held onto the chain.
‘My sweet Jethro, you know I never take this off. But right now all I can do is hang on to the things I know mean a lot to you while we’re away. . Like your hoodie, your notes, pictures, and your Amelia. Sweet Amelia with your glare and smile and sass. Her and I love you more than you could ever know and that’s why I’m lending you this necklace. The first gift I got as a mom. Whenever I hold onto it I think about how much love and luck lives in our little family. I hope it brings that to you too. Please know that we love you and we can not wait to be back in your arms. You’re daughter is as cranky without you as you are with out coffee. I love you Jethro, and so does our daughter. Stay safe and promise you’ll see me soon and love me always.
Love always,
Your Y/N
Gibbs was holding back tears as he clasped the chain around his neck and tucked it under his shirt.
Over the next few days both Gibbs, and Amelia (and even Y/N) grew crankier and crankier. Everytime he started to get upset, he’d place his hand over y/N’s necklace that was tucked under his shirt and just think about his girls.
He was currently drinking his coffee and looking at a picture of his girls when his phone rang and showed ziva’s name. He panicked knowing she was on y/n and Amelia duty.
“Ziva, what’s wrong? Everything okay?”
“Everything is fine gunny” he heard Y/N’s voice and his breath caught
“Y/N” he whispered
“Ziva said there was no threat of them tracing calls from her phone to yours so I begged”
“I’m glad you did, I miss you”
“God Jay I miss you so much.” She said through tears.
“Baby don’t cry.”
“I can’t help it, I miss my man” she whispered.
“God I can’t wait to hold you”
“Me either.” She sighed “someone is impatiently waiting for me in the bedroom, would you like to say hi”
“God, yes. I’m glad everyone went home because if I wasn’t crying now as soon as she-”
“POPPA!?” Amelia’s squeal interrupted him and he couldn’t fight back his tears anymore .
“Hi princess! I miss you so much!”
“Me miss ou poppa! Me luh ou! Me hug poppa bear and -nuggle momma cause she no seep wifout ou!” She babbled.
“I’m so glad you’re these to take care of momma for me” he rasped out.
“She get sad and me too but den we -nuggle and work on poppa project and we okay!”
Gibbs winced at the idea of y/n being so upset but smiled at the strength of his girls.
“You are both so strong, you and momma are being so brave for me”
“We see you soon?”
“Yup as soon as I get the bad guys!”
“Me miss poppa sing”
“How about I sing you to sleep?” He smiles as he hears her cheer and clap. “You and momma all tucked in?”
“We sure are” y/n says as he hears Amelia’s little yawn.
The girls curl up together and listen to Gibbs sing until Amelia falls asleep. Gibbs and y/n talk for a while longer until gibbs phone rings with a call from McGee.
As much as Gibbs hated ending the call, it was worth it when McGee told him there was finally a breakthrough they needed. By morning, of things went right, Gibbs would have both his girls back in his arms.
Y/N woke to a knock on the bedroom door. It was the Ziva knock so, she knew she didn’t have to open it prepared for an agent she didn’t know. But when she opened the door it wasn’t Ziva in front of her, it was her husband. Tears ran down her face and she launched into his arms. He curled his arms around her and whispered how much he loved her in her ear.
She pulled away just enough to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. Needy in the sense that it was their first kiss in over 2 weeks but loving and PG enough that they remembered where they were.
They pulled away and held each other again and y/n whispered, “I never want to let go of you but we have a little girl who hasn’t been woken up by her favorite person in far too long.”
He smiled and nodded with tears in his eyes as he kissed her forehead and then carefully walked over to the bed. He kneeled down in front of her as y/n sat on the other side.
He stroked her cheek and whispered “good morning meali moo” as he leaned over to kiss her.
She woke with a gasp and yelled POPPA! As her eyes filled with tears to match her parents and she threw herself at her father, clinging on to him.
“I missed you baby”
“Me luh you poppa!”
“I love you too! And your momma!” He said as he sat on the bed and curled his free arm around his beaming wife. Thankful to finally be safely back with his family.
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Looking Through A Window (2)
macriley married undercover au
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Oh man. My dudes. I received so much love and support and excited feedback on the first chapter that I thought my heart was going to explode. Y’all are so wonderful. Keep it up. <3
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Luckily, Matty lets them take the Phoenix jet to Houston. Flying commercial would make today even more tortuous than it already promises to be, albeit for a different reason.
No matter how hard he tries to distract himself, Mac cannot stop staring at the diamond ring on Riley’s finger. The princess cut gem is stunning and ridiculously large, but it suits her cover as a lucrative arms dealer. A white gold wedding band sits below it. Riley left her usual assortment of rings at home, and Mac can’t help but think her long, delicate fingers look bare without them.
He tears his eyes away from the rings again and again, both on the plane and while driving to the safe house. Riley drives with just her left hand, her right elbow resting on the center console. Mac likes driving, but there’s something relaxing about riding shotgun while Riley drives instead. He’s never been able to put a finger on it, but the sense of ease washes over him all the same. Admiring the way sunlight illuminates her engagement ring is simply a bonus.
He doesn’t let himself imagine what he might give her, in an alternate future where she reciprocates his feelings and one day wants to marry him.
Harley obediently lays in the backseat, staring out the windshield. She's been on her best behavior the entire twenty four hours Mac's known her, ever the professional.
Which puts her completely at odds with Mac and Riley's shenanigans—cracking jokes, dancing on the plane and in the car, doing purposefully bad impersonations of Russ. These are the best parts of going on ops alone with Riley. They can let loose in a way they just couldn’t when anyone else other than Bozer was around. Everyone else is professional all the time; Mac and Riley are only professional when they have to be.
Riley taps the steering wheel in time to the classic rock song on the radio. “What do you want for dinner?”
“Dinner? We haven’t even had lunch yet!”
“True.” Riley chuckles. “Can you tell I’m hungry?”
Mac gives her a sly look. “Not at all.”
They settle on Texas barbecue for lunch on their way to the safe house, because that’s what Jack would choose if he was here. If only the old man could see them now, all grown up and getting sent to take down terrorists unsupervised.
Seated in a booth in the far corner of the restaurant, Mac raises his brisket sandwich in a toast to Jack, in whatever afterlife he found himself in. Hopefully it’s the one with an endless supply of good barbecue.
“Oh man, Jack would’ve loved this,” Riley says through a mouthful of food. She sneaks Harley a piece of brisket.
Mac smiles. “Yeah, he would’ve.”
It’s easier, now, to talk about him. At first, Mac hadn’t been sure he could ever get to a point where talking about Jack didn’t make him want to hit something or just curl up and sob.
But here he is, on the other side. Him and Riley both.
Their safe house is another twenty minutes away from the restaurant, in a nice neighborhood full of trees and children playing on the sidewalks. It’s so much greener than a California neighborhood could ever dream of being. There’s even a park across the street from their apartment complex. It’s exactly the sort of place a young, affluent couple would want to live.
Riley parks in their designated space, and the pair ascend the stairs to apartment number 202. Outside of the car, they don’t dare use each other’s real names until they’re sure the apartment is free of bugs. The place was furnished earlier that week by other Phoenix agents, but Mac and Riley do a thorough sweep of every room just in case.
It’s a nice apartment. Wood flooring, granite countertops, matching cabinets throughout. There are pictures on the walls, but Mac doesn’t bother to stop and check what they are.
Riley clears the space from back to front, so Mac does the opposite. He clears the kitchen first, frowning at the absence of any sort of food, before moving on to the living room.
Mac stops dead in his tracks when he enters the bedroom. The singular bedroom. With a singular, queen-sized bed.
Oh no. This is not happening.
Mac shakes his head and rubs his eyes, hoping his mind is just playing tricks on him and that there’s actually two beds. Or a whole other room he missed before.
The one and only bed seems to mock him.
He walks back out, finding Riley already sitting at the kitchen table, turning on her laptop. “Uhh, Riles? There’s only—”
“One bed,” she finishes, not bothering to look up. “I know.”
Oh god. He can’t do this. He can’t. Not with his dignity still intact. Mac stammers, “I’ll, uhh, sleep on the couch. You can have it.”
That gets Riley’s attention. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re going to be here for weeks. You’ll hurt your back sleeping on the couch that long. Just sleep with me.” Riley’s eyes widen as she realizes what she just said. “In the bed,” she quickly adds.
Mac ducks his head to hide his blush.
“What are you working on?” he asks in a feeble attempt to distract himself from their sleeping situation. Because it will definitely be a situation if Mac’s not careful.
“Connecting to the Wi-Fi,” Riley says in a slow, “What else would I be doing?” sort of way.
“Right.” Mac silently curses himself. Of course that’s what she’s doing. “Anyway, I’m assuming you already know this, since you probably opened the fridge too, but we have no food.”
“I saw.” She’s multitasking again, manicured fingers flying faster across her keyboard than Mac can keep track of. “Why don’t you unload our bags while I finish this, and then we can go.”
Unable to help feeling like he’s been dismissed, Mac complies without protest.
Soon they’re back in the car, headed to the grocery store, and the whole thing feels ridiculously domestic. Mac’s never been a fan of grocery shopping, but Riley makes it almost...fun. For starters, she’s not methodical about it the way Bozer and Desi are. But more than that, getting to spend time with her doing mundane, non-work stuff is a nice reminder that their relationship is more than just the job. They’re friends too.
Mac wishes there is a way to tell her all that without it sounding weird.
They come home, unload the groceries, and take Harley for a long walk, and that feels easy too. It feels normal, even though literally nothing about this situation is normal, and Mac already knows he’ll miss this when the op is over.
But normalcy ends when Riley beckons Mac to sit beside her at the kitchen table, and together they write an advertisement for their arms dealing business. Once they’re satisfied with it, Riley sends it off into the dark web, and there’s nothing to do but wait, like a spider after spinning her web.
The waiting is the worst part.
Mac is contemplating taking Harley for a second walk when Riley asks, “Want to help me make dinner?” He takes one look at her hands on her hips and the “you don’t actually have a choice” look on her face and knows he’ll be left to fend for himself if he doesn’t help now. Mac learned that the hard way back when he and Riley lived together.
“Sure.”
They work in comfortable silence. Mac chops vegetables and grates cheese for their quesadillas while Riley does the actual cooking part. Even though they are doing separate tasks, Mac is acutely aware of every move Riley makes, no matter how insignificant. Flexing her long, thin fingers around a knife. Itching the back of her calf with her foot. Dancing in place, spatula in hand, while she waits to flip the quesadillas sizzling in the pan.
Mac smiles softly. Her random little dances are cute. He’s noticed them more and more since realizing he has feelings for her, but if Mac is being honest, he’s always thought the dances are cute.
Riley hisses as she peeks under the tortilla, checking to see if it’s browned yet.
“You good?” Mac asks, frowning.
“Yeah, I touched the pan by accident.” Riley runs her thumb under cold water.
Her laptop dings while they eat. Wide-eyed, Mac glances at Riley. That was fast. She grimaces before sliding the laptop closer and checking the notification.
“Is it them?” he asks tentatively. That’s the hard part about this; in order for their business to look more legit, they had to just put an ad out and hope for a response, rather than target the terrorist organization directly.
Riley exhales. “No, it’s not them. It’s someone else.”
Swallowing another bite of quesadilla, Mac says, “I don’t know whether I’m relieved or if that’s worse.”
“Same.”
There are no more responses that night.
*****
Mac wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in—on his side, facing outward, with as much space between him and Riley as possible. When they crawled into bed the night before, Riley did the same.
Harley spent the night on the couch.
She’s a very guarded dog, Mac is slowly realizing. Tolerating, but not trusting. Mac supposes he would be like that too if he was a dog and he got stuck with a bunch of strangers after his human suddenly disappeared one day.
He makes coffee, feeds Harley breakfast, and takes a shower, all before Riley loses her battle with the snooze button and finally gets out of bed. While she showers, Mac takes Harley for a walk in hopes that the cool, spring air will ease the anxiety that took root the moment Riley released their ad into the void.
It doesn’t.
Dark, puffy clouds loom on the horizon, and the few birds Mac hears shriek at each other in warning. It looks like a storm is coming.
When Mac returns, he’s met with a grim expression, one he understands without Riley uttering a single word. “They answered,” she confirms.
“What did they say?” Unclipping Harley’s leash, Mac moves to stand behind Riley, resting his hands on the back of her chair. The scent of her shampoo tickles his nose, and he forces himself to ignore it and focus on what Riley’s saying.
“They want to meet. Today.”
“Time or place?”
Riley points at a small box on her screen. “Just an address.”
“What’s there?”
“A warehouse,” Riley says. “Owned by the same shell corporation other Phoenix techs already tied to the organization.”
“Not very clandestine, are they?”
“No, they’re not.” Riley looks up at him, her head bumping his sternum, and butterflies ricochet inside Mac’s rib cage. There’s something soft in Riley’s expression that makes Mac want to kiss her. “Are you ready for this?”
Mac sighs. “As ready as I ever am. Are you?”
“Yeah,” she says, but her confidence falters. Without thinking, Mac squeezes her shoulders in reassurance before walking away to change.
*****
The warehouse is located on the edge of the city, in an industrial area that has certainly seen better days. Even from a distance, Mac can see cobwebs decorating the warehouse windows and rust creeping up the roller doors. Aside from Riley, there’s not another soul in sight.
As per the directions the organization sent after Riley confirmed the meeting, Mac parks on the south side of the building, near the only functional-looking door. He doesn’t look at Riley as they get out of the car, instead desperately trying not to cringe at the cold, heavy weight of the gun holstered at his side, hidden beneath his jacket.
High-end arms dealers couldn’t walk around unarmed, unfortunately.
Although her hands are occupied with holding Harley’s leash, there’s a gun hidden beneath Riley’s suit jacket as well. Mac’s stomach churns. The second Riley emerged from their bedroom earlier wearing that jet black suit, she was a different person. She was wholly Genevieve Turner, and no matter how hard Mac tried, he couldn’t find even a single trace of his best friend beneath the icy exterior.
Locking their SUV, Mac smooths the lapels of his own black suit and slips into character as well.
The dark clouds Mac noticed earlier are directly overhead now. Mac has never believed in omens the way Jack did, but he can’t help hearing Jack’s voice in his head, warning him that black clouds are a sign of certain doom. Or something like that.
There’s no one inside the warehouse, at least as far as Mac can see. “Hello?” he calls, the word echoing slightly in the open space. Aside from a few random wooden crates, the room is empty.
A door slams, and then an older man comes into view. He’s probably in his late fifties, with graying hair and a beer belly his shirt doesn’t quite cover. The man swaggers like he owns the place, although Mac doubts the leader of a terrorist cell would deign to play tour guide.
No doubt there’s a quip on the edge of Riley’s tongue about entitled white men, but she doesn’t share it.
The man extends a hand to Mac in introduction. “Conrad.” His sneer doesn’t reach his eyes.
Mac frowns, keeping his hands at his sides. “Last name?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
What he’s about to say might screw everything up before it even starts, but Mac says it anyway. In his gut, he knows it’s the right call. “If it doesn’t matter, then we’re done here. My wife and I have no interest in entering a business relationship with someone too inexperienced to understand that trust is integral to any transaction.” Mac spins on his heel and strides toward the door, Riley falling into step beside him.
“Wait!” the man calls. They pause, turning around slowly. “Deacon. Conrad Deacon.” The man seems to know he’s already lost. Good. “Welcome to the cause.” He gestures for Mac and Riley to follow him.
Mac stands his ground. In his peripheral, Riley stands utterly still, the perfect mask of cool, collected neutrality. Almost bored, even. It’s scary how easily she becomes her cover.
“Come on now,” Conrad says, taking a single step forward. “We have much to discuss.”
That’s enough of the power play, Mac thinks, but just as he’s about to give in and follow Conrad, Riley utters a single, sharp command that rings through the room. “Sit.”
Harley obeys.
Riley’s lips curve in a cruel, taunting smile. “Then enlighten us.” Mac suppresses a shiver; he’s seen this side of Riley plenty of times before, watched her hone it over the years, but it’s still unnerving. Admittedly, it’s also kind of hot.
Conrad ignores her entirely. He croons, “Why don’t we start with your names?” It’s phrased like a question. It sounds like a question, but Mac sees the demand for what it really is.
Mac gestures to Riley. “This is my wife, Genevieve Turner. And my name is James.” His father’s name tastes like ash on Mac’s tongue.
“And the dog?”
“Killer,” Riley sneers. Mac isn’t sure if she’s kidding or not.
Again, Conrad doesn’t acknowledge her. “James, why don’t I give you the tour and explain what we do here.”
“We’ll go on the tour, but we are not here to join your cause.” It takes every ounce of Mac’s willpower to maintain his neutral tone. “All we care about is what you’d like us to provide and how much you’ll pay for it.”
Conrad doesn’t hide his displeasure. “Fine. Follow me.”
Mac and Riley are led through the open warehouse. The layout is straightforward and nearly impossible to get lost in. But after Conrad shows them a room full of rifles—countless hung on the walls, floor to ceiling, the rest in half-open crates—Mac finds himself counting the number of wooden shipping crates scattered around the building.
He doesn’t like his final number.
Arming terrorists doesn’t sit well with Mac, even if it serves a purpose. It makes him sick, knowing he will likely be indirectly responsible for their next attack.
Especially because those crates are no doubt full of the kind of rifles designed to kill people most effectively. The ones hanging on the wall are military grade, probably cutting-edge. Desi would know exactly what they are and how they work.
Trusting Riley is paying close attention, Mac only half listens to Conrad babble about the cause. But then the older man says something that stops Mac in his tracks. “Our country is being run into the ground by whiny do-nothings,” Conrad asserts, “who waste our money and spew garbage that some people matter more than others. Well, you know what? Hardworking, everyday Americans matter. But no,” he scoffs, “those damn liberals don’t like it when we remind them of the truth. Once we’re rid of them and the insufferables who elected them, this country will be better off.”
The ground sways under Mac’s feet. He knows these people believe this, read it in Matty’s extensive briefing notes. But it’s another thing entirely to hear someone say it to his face.
He can only imagine what Riley must be thinking.
Clearing his throat, Mac tries to redirect the conversation. “Like I said, we don’t care about your cause. Just tell us what you’re looking for, and we’ll be on our way.”
Conrad eyes him suspiciously, but complies. “We’re looking for something a little more than what you can get at the store, you know?”
Mac doesn’t, not exactly. He’ll have to ask Desi later. “I do,” he lies.
“Good. Here’s what we’re willing to pay for it.” He hands Mac a folded piece of paper, and Mac does a double take when he reads the number. There are a lot of zeroes. “And as a show of good faith, we’d like it delivered tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Riley splutters. Mac feels it then, the broiling rage slipping through a crack in her persona. He needs to get her out of there. Now. Not just to preserve the op, but for Riley’s wellbeing. Some audacity Matty has making Riley play nice with men like this.
Mac slides his hands into his pockets, using the movement as a cover to brush his knuckles against Riley’s fist. I know. I’m here. I’m sorry.
For the first time, Conrad addresses Riley directly. “Yes. Tomorrow. Unless that’s something you can’t do?”
“We can do that,” she replies calmly, and the difference between her reactions is like night and day. As quickly as that crack appeared, it was gone.
“Excellent.” Conrad takes another step toward Riley, offering to shake hands, but Harley’s low, menacing growl keeps him at bay. Rewarding the dog with a quick scratch on the head, Riley closes the gap and shakes Conrad’s still-outstretched hand.
“It’s a deal,” she says. Following suit, Mac shakes Conrad’s hand as well and follows Riley out the door, neither of them uttering another word.
Mac drives. One look at Riley’s trembling fist decides for him.
By the time the warehouse disappears from the rearview mirror, he can’t take the silence anymore. “Hey,” Mac starts, but Riley cuts him off with a hand.
“Not until we’re inside.”
They hit every single red light between the warehouse and the apartment, and Mac anxiously taps the steering wheel. Raindrops land on the windshield. They’re small at first, but soon the drops are large and numerous enough to refract the streetlights, and Mac struggles to see where he’s going. He adjusts the windshield wipers over and over, never landing on the right speed.
Too slow. Too fast. Too slow. Too fast.
Mac settles on a setting that’s slightly too fast, and the squeak of rubber on glass nearly matches his heart thudding in his chest.
Riley stares straight ahead, unmoving, unblinking. Mac wants to reach out, to let a gentle touch say what he verbally can’t, but the road is slick enough to make him keep two hands on the wheel. We’re almost there, he reassures himself.
By the time he parks, it’s pouring hard enough that the ten second walk from the car to the door soaks them to the bone. Riley’s hands shake as she unlocks the apartment door.
Once they’re inside and Mac unclips Harley’s leash, Riley turns to him with pained, pleading eyes. His heart breaking all over again, Mac draws her in for a long, tight hug. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to.
Mac just cradles the back of her head and sways gently, wishing he could fix the world for her.
Neither pulls away, even when Riley suddenly says, “If Conrad was smart, he would’ve had someone bug our car while he paraded us around the warehouse. I don’t think he’s actually smart enough to do that, but we should check first, just in case.”
Mac curses himself for not thinking of that. “Good call.” He rubs Riley’s back, hoping the gesture is soothing. “I hate the way he treated you,” he snarls. “Like you weren’t even worth acknowledging.”
“Welcome to being a woman.”
It was more than that. They both know it. But neither say it.
*****
“You need what?” Matty shrieks over the phone.
Mac winces. “Sorry.” He’d called Desi first, to ask what kind of guns Conrad meant with his innuendo, and received a verbal lashing for not asking any follow-up questions. But she made her best guess anyway. Now on the phone with Matty, it doesn’t take even a single brain cell to know that her reaction will be much, much worse.
“He wants us to prove ourselves,” Riley adds. “As a show of good faith.” The words come out dripping in venom, but their boss doesn’t comment. Mac takes a second to study her; Riley changed into leggings and an oversized flannel shirt, and there are still remnants of dark makeup smudges under her eyes. Now, she’s sitting on the kitchen counter with her knees tucked into her chest. It’s weird to see her take up so little space.
Matty sighs, deeply and loudly in a way conveys her annoyance more than words ever could. “Fine. A few weeks ago, Border Control confiscated a huge shipment of smuggled guns near El Paso, so I’ll see if we can borrow those. But next time, Blondie, don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He doesn’t correct Matty in that it was Riley who made the deal. That would only add fuel to the fire.
“Thank you,” he says, and Matty hangs up. Mac runs a hand through his damp hair. “That went well.” Riley’s lips twitch, but it’s not the amused reaction he hopes for. He’s at a complete loss regarding what to say to her, so Mac gently asks, “What can I do?”
Riley slides off the counter, and Mac reaches for her automatically, although he doesn’t actually touch her; his hand hovers just beside Riley’s elbow. She doesn’t shrink away, but she makes no move to touch him either.
“Help me put him and everyone like him in a deep, dark hole where they can’t hurt anybody. And then just…” she trails off, taking a deep breath. “Keep being you.”
With that, she walks away, leaving Mac alone in the kitchen, racking his brain to figure out what that last part means.
*****
Later that night, Mac tosses and turns, replaying Conrad’s words. Once we’re rid of them and the insufferables who elected them, this country will be better off. They seem off-kilter, like what the man said and what he really meant are misaligned. Mac sighs, rubbing his face.
Another bolt of lightning illuminates the bedroom, and Mac automatically counts the seconds until he hears thunder rumbling in the distance. The storm is moving closer.
Beside him, Riley lies on her back with her eyes closed, although her breathing is too light for her to be asleep. Mac wonders if her mind is just as loud and chaotic as his.
For Riley’s sake, he hopes it’s not.
*****
Sleep never finds Mac.
The storm rages all through the night, but by the time dawn arrives, the thunder and wind dissipate, leaving just the steady downpour. The clouds are dark enough that Mac can hardly tell the sun even bothered to rise this morning.
When Riley’s alarm goes off, it’s like the shrill tone is mocking Mac for being awake. Riley groans as she shuts it off.
“Morning,” he mumbles. His throat hurts. He needs water. “Did you sleep well?”
Another groan. “No.”
“At least you slept,” Mac mutters.
Riley rolls onto her side, drawing one of the extra pillows into her chest. “Do you always toss and turn that much?”
It was his fault, he realizes, that she didn’t sleep. Mac suddenly feels guilty. “Sorry. And no.”
He expects Riley to be upset at being kept awake, but she isn’t. With a look that just might be understanding, she softly asks, “What were you thinking about?”
Mac can’t say that his thoughts whip around his mind like raindrops in last night’s storm. Not without sounding crazy, at least. So instead he says, “I don’t even know. I just have a bad feeling about this.”
“Me too,” Riley admits. “It feels off.” Her eyes are heavy, and Mac’s had enough early mornings with Riley to know it’s not just the lack of sleep weighing her down.
“Go back to sleep. I can handle the delivery.”
Riley rolls her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not letting you do that by yourself.”
He doesn’t argue. “Okay.”
A moment passes between them. It’s been happening more and more lately—holding eye contact a little too long, sharing smirks when no one else is looking, stealing moments where it’s just the two of them and nothing else matters. Each one gives him hope that there’s not a wall between them, but instead, a door. Someone just has to be brave enough to open it.
Sitting up, Riley quipps, “Just don’t make me regret letting you sleep in the bed with me.” Mac snorts.
“No promises.”
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Good Morning with Ateez
Summary: the title pretty much explains it all lmao
A/N: Sorry that I haven’t been writing! School has been crazy with everything going on, and I have to work as well. Hopefully, I will be able to write more in the coming weeks.
*Members after Joong are below the cut*
Hongjoong:
ok, waking up in the morning with joongie is wild
If he wakes up first, he’s all giggly
bugging you
kissy kissy all over your face
he’s practically on top of you
it’s not that he wants to get up or anything, he just prefers when you are awake at the same time
“Let me sleep, Joongie”
“but iM LONELY”
If you’re really tired though he’s gonna be cute with you and let you sleep all you want
he will just lay with you and stroke your hair and kiss your hands and ugh im soft
BUT
if you wake up first
he expects the same
so, if you wake him up with anything other than smooches he’s gonna whine and complain so much
“GIMME KISS”
“no, you have morning breath”
“so what you're saying is you hate me”
SO dramatic
if you manage to slip out of bed before he can trap you
he will jump out of bed and latch onto you
LEECH
tries to steal your energy through his hugs
but overall a cute bb who likes a calm, sweet wakeup with his love
Seonghwa:
(THIS GIF I CANT BREATHE)
So, our precious baby Seonghwa
ALWAYS awake before you
like how does he do it???
why does he do it???
whenever he wakes up, he’ll kinda check on you a little bit
make sure you’re in a comfortable position, give you a kiss and all that
but then he’ll slip out before you wake up??
rude.
And then you wake up and you're kinda grumpy bc why would he leave you cold and alone when you could be cuddling rn
when you find him, he’s halfway through making you breakfast
and that makes up for it
he always tries to do things for you to make your mornings easier
It’s his way of making up for all the things he can’t do for you while he’s working
When he notices that you're awake omigod the biggest smile
Will deadass abandon his cooking to come give you a squeeze
your eyebrows are all furrowed and you’re pouting and you're hair is just the worst but he’s so in love with you, you big dork
Gives you a kiss and then makes you sit down
serves you breakfast, all proud
if it’s something he doesn't normally make, he will watch you take the first bite and cross his fingers that you like it
which you always do
Mornings with him will pretty much always be domestic and sweet
Yunho:
McSquishy
When he wakes up, his cheeks go poof
anyway you usually wake up before him on your days off
but he will wake up soon after you
it’s like he senses that you're awake and wants to join in on the party
so when he wakes up, he feels you stretching and wiggling around
Will make fun of you if you make any of those awkward stretching noises
“UGHHHHH AHHH”
like hush leave me alone
isn’t hard to wake up but he will 100% drag you out of bed as soon as he can
mostly because he wants food
if you don’t get up right away he’ll just make you
like the recent video where he just picks up San and moves him? Yeah exactly
will also do that weird shimmy dance he did in that video too just to show you how excited he is
like a golden retriever no lie
so excited to be with you all the time
“Baby, let’s go” “baby, let’s eat” *smoochies*
and you just kinda let him drag you all over the place because he’s cute
isn’t one for morning cuddles in bed, but will still make you sit on his lap during breakfast and stuff just to have you close
cute squish who just wants to be loved aw
Yeosang:
clingy baby right here
Will probably wake up before you
but he’s not totally there yet, you know?
like his eyes are open but he’s dead
kinda flounders for a second trying to find you in the bed
when he does, he’s sticking to you and not letting go
probably falls asleep again because he’s so comfy and warm
so, it’s up to you to wake up before both of you sleep through the day
he’s usually pretty happy when he wakes up
lots of sleepy smiles
nuzzling into you like crazy
even though he’s groggier than you, he will be the first to get up
probably to pee or something idk he just needs to move
eager to start the day
If you’re still in bed 5 minutes after he gets up he’s gonna judge you
“How dare you let me start our day together by MYSELF”
when you do get up, all is forgiven
the kind of person who likes to go out for breakfast rather than cook it at home
it’s not that he can’t, he just doesn’t want to lmao
always excited to dress up a little bit with you for breakfast dates
the perfect beginning to your day together imo
San:
SO WHINY
obviously you’re gonna have to be the one to wake him up
waking up is San’s least favorite part of the day
will trap you in bed for the entire day if you let him
“San, I know you’re tired but we slept ‘til noon”
“Let’s make it 2:00″
literally goes through the 7 stages of grief when he wakes up
Denial: “not morning yet, bye”
Guilt: “I’m so lazy”
Bargaining: “BABY, two more hours, it’ll be great”
Depression: “they started the day without me and I’m lonely”
Upward Turn: “maybe I feel a little more awake now”
Working Through: “ok I can do this, just one more stretch”
Acceptance: “Im up”
Like finally
definitely likes morning cuddles though so if you didn't give him at least that, then he’s gonna hate you for the day
loves starting his day with you and if you don't help him wake up the way he wants
Grumpy baby all day
just snuggle him dammit
Mingi:
ok so he’s not waking up I don't care
when Mingi sleeps, he’s comatose okay
until he has a genuine reason to get up, he is parked
likes to cuddle, but not gonna sacrifice sleep for it
so, if you get up and start your day, whatever he’ll stay
like he’ll ask you to stay and cuddle but he isn’t gonna have enough energy to argue with you over it lmao
you deadass need jumper cables to get him started
if he has to get up to pee or something minor, he will try to do it without you noticing so he can go back to sleep
“SONG MINGI, I SEE YOU”
“NO” and then he sprints back to bed
cue wrestling in bed because once he is fully awake he can’t sit still
like you’re trying to get him up and, while he’s awake now, he just wants to make your life a little harder
pulling you under the covers and everything while you're begging him to come eat with you
he will eventually give in because food
but with him, you kind of just have to let him wake up on his own
if you want to get him started that’s fine, but it prolly won’t help lmao
let him sleep, he’ll figure it out
Wooyoung:
Wooyoungie babyyyyy
When I wake up in the morning...it’s not as sexy as you think
contrary to popular belief, Woo does not wake up sexily
he wakes up friggin adorable
when you wake up first, he just makes you cuddle him until he’w ready to get up, no arguments
but if he wakes up first, he’s wiggling all over the place
another one who just cant sit still
will stretch and bounce and just be a nuisance until you get up too
he will definitely smack you in the face when he’s stretching and then just laugh when you glare at him
when really he should fear for his life like you did not just wake me up by SMACKING ME
but will definitely be kissing you everywhere because he always says he wants to start his day by seeing you smile
cheeseball fr
also he’s loud
in case you didn't know
“JAGIYA WAKE UPPPPPP”
“SHHHHHHHHHH WOOYOUNGAH”
but his volume is contagious and then you're both yelling and its insane
but then you're both giggling and kissing and hugging and its a good morning because
no time spent with Wooyoung is wasted
Jongho:
(How could I not use this gif I mean really)
Jongho is so hard to wake up
like at least Mingi will wake up to shoo you away
but Jongho physically cannot
You could squeeze an air horn by his face and he wouldn't even flinch
basically he’s a heavy sleeper
But as you have more sleepovers, you’ll figure out a way to wake him up more effectively
whatever your method may be, he will be smiling as soon as he opens his eyes
always excited to see you
bc he’s a sweet baby
will make you hug him for a little bit and he’ll kiss your head
after a little bit he’ll sigh and be like “okay”
that’s when you know you can both get up
will follow you around and do pieces of his routine as you do yours
you're almost totally in sync its kinda creepy
but then he will offer to help you make breakfast and always lets you pick what you want to make
just soft for you in general and he’d give you the world
hell, he’s definitely strong enough
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George Weasley Imagine; Overprotective Georgie.
This is actually the very first Harry Potter imagine I’ve ever done! I’m always reading them so it’s kinda weird to be on the other side of the screen making them, but it’s so exciting! Remember, english is not my first language, so if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know! I appreaciate corrections :) I hope you all enjoy it and thanks for the requests and support! x
Pairing; George Weasley x Reader.
Warnings; Fluff
Request; Would you do a fluff George Weasley request where his significant other is the Golden Trios age and friend and her family is apart of the Order of the Phoenix so the summer before her 6th year Death Eaters attack her family and George is worried/overprotective of the idea of her going back to Hogwarts?
It was afternoon, when Y/n walked on her backyard, admiring the roses and different kinds of flowers that were growing there. The sun hitting on the surface of each one, highlighting their vibrant colors.
Summer was definitely her favorite season, even though she missed her friends quite a lot during it, she so much loved and preferred the warmth of the sun against her skin, instead of the biting coldness that winter brings.
Harry must’ve having the time of her life, along with Hermione and Ron, she thought. They have decided to spend their summer before sixth year together, she on the other hand, could not.
Her parents, who worked with the Order of the Phoenix, took a well-deserved little summer break; so instead of planning attacks in the Order headquarters, against You-Know-Who and his followers, or traveling to different places to find allies to join the cause, they were spending it with their only daughter. They’ve come to the raw realization that family-time nowadays were scarce, lots of members have lost their family members while fighting for the Order, so this summer they wanted to spend it with their daughter before she returned to Hogwarts.
“Sweetie, how about I make your favorite meal for supper?” Her mother softly asked, leaning against the door of the backyard as she stared at her daughter, who was now walking towards the inside of her house after a few minutes of taking in the sun.
“Sure, mum. That sounds good by me, where’s dad?” She asked, closing the door behind her as she looked back at her mom.
“He’s in the study, dear. He’s now having a little talk with Remus and some of the members of the Order. We better not interrupt him.” Her mother replied.
She nodded, watching as her mother smiled once last time to her as she disappeared to the kitchen. Y/n sighed as she walked up the stairs towards her room, her dad would always be busy with the order, and she understood that. They were very protective over Harry and even more so after the death of his godfather, Sirius Black, last year.
As she opened the door of her room, she heard a little slow tap coming from her window, she quickly walked towards it and found an grey owl sitting on the edge of it, a letter on its beak as it breathed heavily, noticeable tired of the journey it had just traveled.
“Oh, Errol. The Weasley’s really need to lay off with you for a bit, you seem old enough to retire, buddy.” She chuckled as she opened her window, the owl stepping inside of her room rather quickly as it opened its beak, letting the letter fall to the small night table under the window before the owl itself passing out and falling to the floor.
Y/n just shook her head, smiling at the tired and old owl before grabbing it softly and placing it at the end of her bed. She then sat down as well and opened up the letter resting in her hands, wondering who was it from.
Dear Sweetheart,
I’m writing you to check up on you, how has your summer been so far? I’ve missed your face and of course, pulling pranks on you.. maybe I missed the latter a little bit more… No, never mind, I really miss your beautiful face, the picture I keep on my nightstand of you, really doesn’t make justice.
Mum’s been bugging me to tell you she also misses you quite dearly, and wishes for you to visit us for Christmas, she says something about having a present for you already; you know her.
Fred’s been sending more and more letters to Angelina, and he finally admitted to me their relationship is official, good for him. That way we won’t have to drag him around and he won’t have to complain about being a bad third.
Anyways, it’s been fun here in The Burrow with Harry and Hermione, we’ve been playing Quidditch and coming up with new pranks for the upcoming semester at Hogwarts. Ginny is still acting weird towards Harry and Hermione still blushes every time Ron is around, nothing much has changed.
I really hope you’re taking care of yourself and enjoying your time with your parents, I know you desired having them more time with you, so I’m happy you finally got the chance to do so.
I miss you more and more each day, so expect more letters from me as I expect more from you, your handwriting is adorable if I must say so.
Well, I’m running out of ink so I must bid you an adieu.
I’m really looking forward to seeing you when school starts. I love you so much, sweetheart. Always remember that.
Yours,
The best-looking Weasley twin, George.
Pd: Please, allow Errol to take a nap before sending him back, if not he’ll probably pass out mid-air. I know, I know, he’s too old but he still does his job correctly, or so I hope. Thanks baby.
The letter sure made her heart ache for him even more, he had missed him dearly all summer long. Missing the way his red hair gleamed under the sunlight and the way his warm eyes would stare at her whenever she would tell him about Snape being hard on her in Potions class. She missed the way he would always wink at her standing on the bleachers before any Quidditch match, and how they would cuddle in their common room whenever winter nights were too cold.
She looked at the old owl with a smile on her face before standing up to look for her parchment and quill to write her reply letter.
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A few hours later, she finished her supper and was currently laying on her bed, reading a new book her mother had bought for her for some light summer reading, in the background little snores came from Errol, she didn’t even know owls could snore but at least that was a sign that the owl bird was still alive, she wondered how old the bird was.
She looked at the clock, it was already 11:30 pm as she sat down and placed her book on her desk, Errol finally stirring awake from his long nap as he looked at her.
“Good to know you’re awake buddy, hope you had a good nap.” She said, softly stroking his grey feathers as he just hooted.
She stood up from the bed and walked towards her desk, grabbing the letter from it before giving it to the owl. Errol then with its little foot grabbed on her fingers as she opened the window, helping the owl take impulse before flying off to the dark sky.
She sighed, closing the window before sitting down on her bed. She was counting the days until the day she would see George again.
Hopefully soon.. she thought.
It must’ve been some hours past midnight, probably around 3 am when she heard some weird noises in her backyard, she shrugged it off thinking it must be the neighbor’s cat who always jumped to their backyard from time to time, but then she heard another rustling sound and a cold breeze hit her body, not usual for a summer’s night.
She quickly woke up, grabbing her wand from her desk where she usually kept it in case of emergency, and she sure knew this was an emergency.
She quickly ran towards her parent’s bedroom, both of them still asleep as she woke them up in a haste. “Mum, Dad, quickly! Wake up!” She half-yelled, not wanting to make the unwanted guest know they were aware of their surprise visit.
Her parents, who were opening their eyes in confusing. “Wh-what? What’s going on, sweetheart?” Her dad asked, he noticed the wand in her hand as she looked back and forth around the room.
“Death Eaters! I-i think they are here!” She breathlessly said as both of their parents were quick to grab their wands and stand up from the bed, the mom wrapped her arms around the daughter’s shoulders as she tried to calm her, her father quickly going out of the room and checking through Y/n’s window that was the only one facing the backyard.
Death Eaters, indeed. He was surprised that they had found out their location; it was a matter of time, he supposed. He watched as they just stood there for a bit before another Death Eater apparated there, probably the leader of the rest. With some quick words and nods, he saw as they muttered a quick Incendio spell from their wands, as fire erupted from them, the flames embracing the flowers his wife had planted and quickly spreading to the house, he saw as they walked inside and it was a matter of time before they ran into each other.
He ran back towards his room, looking at both his wife and daughter. “Do we fight them, dad?” Y/n asked, always brave and ready for the action whenever it was needed, a true Gryffindor like himself. “No sweetie, we are not fighting them. They outnumber us and I’m not ready to take any chances with you two here. We have to leave at once!” He quickly grabbed some bags he had hiding behind a desk. “I have already made a emergency plan if this was ever to happen, now everybody grab my hand.” Her dad was quick to say as he could her things breaking downstairs, Y/n was shocked to see her dad not putting up a fight. “But dad! We cannot let them destroy our house!” She exclaimed as she faced her father.
“Sweetie, your and your mother lives are more important to me than the house. Property can be replaced, lives cannot.” He maintained a fixed composure, he knew that he had to be brave in front of his family.
They took a moment to nod before they heard footsteps on the stairs, they quickly grabbed on his hand as they apparated out of the room just in time for the Death Eater to bust into the room, throwing the deadly curse at the wind.
Harry was right, was the first thing she thought.
Apparition really did feel like being forced through a very tight rubber tube, her stomach felt uneasy, after all it was her first time using this method of travel. It was quicker than floo powder, for sure, but not her favorite at all.
She looked up to find herself in very familiar surroundings, her dad took no time in walking towards the big house that was in front of them, she looked around and her mother softly caressed her hair “Are we..?” Her mother nodded. “The Burrow, darling. We all agreed to come here in any type of emergency, now let’s go and say hi to the Weasley’s.”
They both quickly walked towards the big four-story home, she looked down at her outfit, kind of glad she didn’t decide to wear her more childish but comfortable pajamas, she looked up just in time to see the patriarch of the family, Arthur Weasley, come out of the door with Molly by his side, both of them carrying worried faces as the rest of the home started to lit up completely, waking up everybody.
“Hello, Molly.” Y/n mom softly said, with a sad tone to her voice as the redhaired woman approached them. “I’m thankful all of you are alright, it would’ve devastating if they have invaded both of our homes.”
“Oh, dear! I’m just thankful that you three made it out without a scratch! Now, come on! Let’s get you all settled down, a pot of tea is already waiting for us.” Molly said with a tender smile as she embraced both of the women, walking inside as her dad and Arthur wandered off to contact the rest of the Order to let them know of the attack.
Once they got inside the house, their worries seemed to disappear by the second, her head was still wild thinking about her home being burned to the ground.
“Mum, what’s going on—” the sentence was quick to fly from George’s lips as he walked down stairs to find his girlfriend and his girlfriend’s mum in his kitchen, when she heard the voice of George she was swift on her feet to run towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he quickly embraced her, burying his face on her neck, breathing in her sweet fragrance. “Merlin’s beard!” He cussed out, “Babe, what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” George quickly asked, wanting to put an end to his doubts, don’t get him wrong, he was happy to have her in his arms but confused as to why they apparated at 3 am in his house.
“They attacked our house! Death Eaters, George! They came out of nowhere and burned our home!” She cried out, her eyes filling up with tears as she hugged him tighter, wanting to feel the warmth and protection of his body embracing her. “I wish I could’ve done something, fought them! they just burned it down. I just feel so hopeless.”
“Don’t you dare say that! You are one of the bravest Gryffindors I know. It was better to avoid fighting them now, we have to prepare for battle and it wouldn’t be nice training with a wounded girlfriend.” He joked a bit, trying to brighten her mood up a bit as she chuckled between sobs before cleaning away her tears. “I guess you’re right..”
“When am I not right, babe?” He winked at her as he kissed her lips softly.
“Okay, now you’re just getting cocky.” She replied shaking her head.
Seconds laters, the whole pack came down, Fred and Ginny along with The Golden Trio who were quick to check up on her and ask questions, Harry getting furious at the Death Eaters once again, tired of them coming after their friends.
“It’s not your fault, Harry, dear. We knew what we were getting ourselves into when we agreed to be part of The Order and we wouldn’t want it any other way.” Y/n’s mom said as she caressed Harry’s cheek, Y/n nodded at the statement.
“Okay, kids. It’s time for you to go back to sleep, we can discuss this tomorrow when things have calmed down.” Molly said as she hushed the teens up to their rooms. “I know you’re a bit shaken up, sweetie. So, with your mum’s approval, I’m gonna make the exception for you to sleep in Georgie’s room, but no funny business! The walls are too thin, remember!”
That night, with her mom and Molly’s approval, Y/n slept with George’s arms embracing her, feeling more protected and comforted, when she said she hoped to see him soon, she didn’t mean like this, but she was glad to be back in his arms. Even if Fred’s snores were too loud.
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Days and weeks have gone by, Y/n and her parents have found safe sanctuary and a place to stay at The Order’s headquarters at 12 Grimmauld Place, known as The Black’s family home. It had every security measure known to wizardkind, as Sirius once said, so they felt safe staying there for the time being.
They’ve gone back to their home, everything was pretty much destroyed except some knick knacks here and there and some family pictures that they’ve brought back to the headquarters. As her dad said, property can be replaced and they were on the process of finding a new place.
The Death Eaters have become more and more aggressive, finding more places to burn to the ground and more allies to torture.
The Weasley’s and The Golden Trio have visited quite a lot, practicing spells and dueling as they prepared for the upcoming battle, that meant more time with George and she couldn’t complain, of course having her friends around was pretty amazing too.
There were few days left of summer, as she packed the remains of her belongings and her robes in suitcases, preparing for going back to Hogwarts. She was a bit excited to go back to school, cause this year had interesting courses she was dying to be part of. Yes, she was very alike Hermione when it came to school, one of the reasons the two got along so well, but she also liked to have fun from time to time, another reason she and The Golden Trio kicked it off good.
“What are you doing?” George’s voice asked as he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms as she stared at her while she finished packing.
“Packing for Hogwarts, of course.” She replied in an obvious tone to him as she finished zipping up her baggage.
“I don’t think going back to Hogwarts might be safe for you, considering everything that happened with the Death Eaters and lots of the Slytherin kids are their offspring..”
“C’mon, Georgie.” She used Molly’s pet name for him. “You can’t be serious. It’s Hogwarts we are talking about! Probably one of the most safe places I could think of!” She was kind of exaggerating with that last part, Hogwarts has been anything but safe these last few years, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to finish her education, even if that meant one or two accidents here and there.
“I am serious, Y/n! I don’t want you running into any danger at Hogwarts, and we both know you’re quite good at that..” He raised his brow at her before walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Oh, really? You’re the one telling me that, Mr. Troublemaker?” She giggled as she placed her arms around her neck, bringing him down a bit to then place a soft kiss against his lips. “Besides, we both know that if I’m ever in deep trouble, you’ll always be there for me, right?” She asked.
“Always.”
“Then, let’s just think about how cool will it be to be back at school. We could go to Hogsmeade, maybe make-out in our free periods..” She slowly explained.
“There’s no way I’m convincing you otherwise, is there?”
“Sometimes, you truly are brilliant, Georgie.” She giggled as she pecked his lips once again. “Now, come on. Let me show you some new pranks I’ve been thinking of.”
They really were made for each other.
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Dream Time with Abs
On this episode: First Dream with a young modern rebel Din Djarin
Context: I recently added the Session series by @mandocrasis on my TBR list and my brain said “Alright, bet.” and ran with the idea of it. So, I guess this dream is inspired by the series???? I don’t know. I haven’t read it yet. But, this dream was too good not to share.
Also 18+ warning - some sexual themes are mentioned in this dream but never actually put into motion.
The Story:
No idea why my dreams have been involving schools with varying age ranges lately but HERE WE GO.
It all started out with me in a gym class. I was talking to a group of chatty girls, and they started gossiping about the rebel Din Djarin. One girl, we’ll call her Stacy, mentioned how she wanted to quote “get in his pants.” I rolled my eyes at Stacy, and she got really defensive over it. To appease the Stacy, the girls decided that they would pass a note onto Din about which girl, me or Stacy, he would rather hook up with. (It’s so teenage lunchroom-esque. I love it)
I wasn’t too worried about it since I’m practically a nobody, but it still bothered me that they would send such a crude letter to him. But also, my brain really wanted to see this plot through, so I allowed it. The girls came back by the end of the day with huge grins on their faces. As it turns out, Din was more interested in me than Stacy. In fact, he had his eye set out for me anyways.
Now, I start panicking internally. Like, what? All I’ve heard are whispers about the guy and how popular he was (or unpopular, it’s never really discussed why he was the talk of the school). Why would he agree to hook up with a nerd like me? (Spoiler alert: that isn’t explained in this dream either, sorry)
Regardless, the girls were really excited for me and decided to help a girl out. They scouted the perfect classroom for me to stakeout in. It was currently being held by a class full of children (what kind of a school is this???), but, eventually, it would be empty, giving me the best opportunity to get my freak on. They even tried giving me pointers (in shushed voices of course) on how to, for lack of better terms, stick it in there in a classroom setting. Then, they just leave me there.
So there I was, sitting in this classroom full of children, waiting for Din to come do whatever with me. I was so incredibly nervous, constantly shifting in my seat. What was I even doing? But in my mind, to keep the dream going, I was like…
After waiting for a few minutes, Mr. Din Djarin finally walked into the classroom.
And when I tell you that this boy was so fine, that this boy was so scrum-dilly-icous… Let me paint you a picture of him. Din was much younger than he is typically. He was not like the man he is rn, he was a boy (still my age of course, but not aged like the fine wine he is in Mandalorian).
The best way to describe him is Pedro Pascal as he looked in Hermanas, but with a white t-shirt and leather jacket over it.
Wooooooo. Okay. Well, now I was trying to play it off cool to match his sick rebel vibes while simultaneously going into meltdown mode on the inside. He pulled up a seat next to me, placed his bag on the floor, and sat down.
“Hey,” he said all nonchalantly.
“Hey,” I said not so collected back at him.
“Looks like we’re going to be here a while.”
“Yeah… Got any homework you need to do?” 🤦🏻Nice one, nerd. God.
Din laughed, but not condescendingly so. It’s almost like he was actually relieved I was more concerned about his grades than having sex with him.
“Yeah, actually. I’ve got a quiz coming up.”
“Well, good then.”
So he got out his binder and started studying for some unknown quiz.
Now…this was the part I remembered the most because it felt so real. While we were sitting there as he was studying (and I nosily looking over his shoulder to see what he was studying), I got brave enough and held his hand. I physically felt his hand. I will not be able to forget his touch for a while. And all of you writers out there like to write Din and Pedro characters alike with large calloused hands (and respectfully so, most of his characters are hard workers). His hand was soft. It easily enveloped mine still, but they were gentle. I think he smiled out of the corner of his mouth, but I didn’t look at him as hard out of nervousness.
So we sat and sat, and sat some more with our hands locked like this. All the kids left, but the teacher still hung around. By that point, I was frustrated and really wanted the teacher to get lost. But, knowing Ms. Goody Two-Shoes me, I wouldn’t do that. I was more concerned about my parents not knowing where the hell I was.
I got to thinking. I whispered to Din. “You know, we don’t have to do this here. Maybe we can go somewhere away from here, away from student hangouts?”
“Well, I’ve got a truck. You wanna head out?” (Btw, I imagined rebel Din’s truck as Bella Swan’s old red Chevy truck…if that’s any interest to you…)
“Sure. Lemme just…” I got out my phone and texted one of my parents.
Hey! Going to get a bite with a buddy. Be home soon.
We headed out, hands still interlocked, with Din leading the way.
Now, this is the part we’re things get interesting. On our way out, I stopped dead in my tracks in front of one classroom door and made Din flip around due to the suddenness of it.
He looked confused at me. “What?”
“I’m sorry. It’s just… I heard there was a baby in art room class.”
Din raised his hands up like he was saying, “And?”
“Well, this is the art room.” I shuffled my feet. “And, I kinda want to see it.” I flashed a smile at him. But I didn’t even wait for his response, I just went in the classroom.
Din stood at the doorway confused for a moment. He straightened his jacket and acted like this was all a part of his plan. “I know my way around this place.” He didn’t.
When we both were in the room, we looked around to find the baby with a small cluster of students ogling at and playing with. And, to no surprise, it was Grogu. Grogu did not change his appearance in the dream AT ALL. We just all accepted the green skinned, bug eyed, pointy eared baby.
After Din and I spent a few moments cooing and making wiggly fingers at the baby, we went to go talk to the teacher about how cute the kid is and how proud he must be.
But the teacher was like, “Oh no. That’s not my baby. I’m just babysitting for a few days. That baby is on it’s way to back to be reunited with his cult.”
Din and I looked at the man like he was crazy. We then looked at each other a bit uneasy over it. This didn’t sit well with the two of us.
So instead of heading out to his truck, we went to go research more about this mysterious cult (I’m guessing at the library??? idk) As it turns out, this cult is notorious for stealing family’s’ babies, and adopts them into their own weird cult stuff.
Din and I looked up from the book we were reading in and stared at each other. We didn’t speak a single word to one another, but I knew we had one goal in common -
We were going to steal back a baby that night.
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And that’s it! That’s the dream! I hoped you enjoyed it. Uh, I wouldn’t expect an update dream as my dreams are very unpredictable and highly unstable. Hopefully I’ll get to see rebel Din again, and we go steal babies to bring back to their families. Maybe hold hands again, maybe have sex? Who knows! Cause I don’t 😀
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alpha - drew m / roman r. [m]
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Okay, so I’ve seen a few of these floating around now and then and I know that as a reader, I personally enjoyed the experience. And that little showdown between Roman and Drew really... Got to me and lives in my head rent free. My original idea for this was so much different than what this is going to shape up to be, but honestly, I feel like it works better this way. As much as I dislike even thinking Randy Orton’s name. Adding that particular variable into the mix made this a lot smoother than my original idea.
I’m actually really excited about this. It’s a choose your own smutty ending. I think the first person I saw trying this was @glowrioustrash and it was last year, for Halloween, I think? I enjoyed reading that, so I kinda wanted to try my own hand at it then. I just never got around to it. I even asked them if it was okay if I did it, back then, I think? Anyway... Last night’s Smackdown just gave me ample inspo to FINALLY get off my ass and try it, and make it a part of my year-long smut one shot series. Bet ya’ll thought I completely forgot about those, huh? Well I didn’t. So... here we are.
This part is the beginning to both of the smutty parts I’m going to write for this, so it’ll be linked on either post and either post will be linked here, once I have them all done and posted on the blog.
LIFE EDIT: Eventually, loves... I’ll get around to posting the smutty conclusions to both men. When I do, those will be linked to this post.
Enjoy this teaser, hopefully?
HUGE SHOUTOUTS TO : @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure and @schizoauthoress (your suggestions and that helpful input at the end, ahhh.. i owe you my life) as well as @wardl0w because I have probably bugged the living hell out of all three of them as I attempted this and they were seriously huge helps to me with this.
Characters / Pairings:
Drew McIntyre / Female!omega reader - version 1, coming soon
Roman Reigns / Female!omega reader - version 2, coming soon
Warnings:
This is an attempt at me, writing alpha/omega again. So there will be knotting, mate bite marks, etc. In addition to that, there will be smut in the second part of these, whichever man you guys choose. There’s also hints of unwanted confrontation between Orton and Reader to start this off with and it gets... handsy, ewwww. But I had to have a way to work in both guys and make it work, so.. here we are. There’s also gonna be swearing. If I need to issue any other warnings those will be on the follow up posts.
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@chasingeverybreakingwave
@waywardwrestlewritingwaif
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[ Roman ] or [ Drew ]
The scent was absolutely intoxicating. So understandably, when it filled my nose for the fourth time that night, I found myself standing. Making my way out into the hallway. Shoving people out of my way. Now, I wasn’t running or anything, because my grandma always told me it’s better to be chased than do the chasing but… I was power-walking.
And, as per usual, not paying a lick of attention to where I was going or my surroundings. I was solely focused on this mysterious scent because deep down inside, I knew exactly where it was going to lead me and damn it, I might put up one hell of a show about being independent, but heat cycles are hell and yeah, maybe I get lonely as of late. Maybe I’ve been longing to find my Alpha. Maybe I want the comfort of knowing that I’m not doomed to be forever alone and I do have a mate out there, somewhere...
It hit me then, around the same time that my thighs absolutely flooded with slick and I started to feel all woozy. I hadn’t taken suppressants. In fact, I had somehow managed to completely forget about my heat cycle’s speedy approach.
I mean, between moving and getting called up to the main roster, life has been a whirlwind for me lately. And tonight I hadn’t taken them before I came to the arena because I was excited. Tonight was my first night on the main roster. And in the excitement of that, I’d forgotten my suppressants… again.
To be fair, I haven’t ever really adhered to taking them steadily to begin with, so there you go...I never really had anyone constantly riding me to do so growing up. I was mostly left to my own devices, free to do what I wanted and make my own choices. So, yeah, this isn’t my first rodeo with a surprise heat cycle.
I shoved all the thoughts out of my noisy mind, pausing my walk to attempt focusing. Centering myself so that I could really fix on the scent and the direction it came from. And in my distraction, that gave Orton the perfect opportunity to slither up and corner me before I even had a chance to properly respond.
“Doll.”
“I have a name, you prick.” I rolled my eyes as I shrank away, nose wrinkling at the oversaturation of his scent as it invaded my nose and momentarily drowned out that heavenly aroma I’d been attempting to follow before I got distracted like a dumb bitch.
He chuckled, putting himself closer to me. Leaning down a little. And the audacity of this fucking man, he even had the nerve to reach up and move my hair away from my neck, his nose burying there as a lewd growl rose up from the depths of his chest.
I shoved at him and cleared my throat. “I was kind of in a hurry, do you mind knocking it the fuck off, jackass? Go sniff someone else, ew.”
“C’mon now, hon… You know what’s happening to you. You know you need me.”
“Like I need a bullet wound to the head, Orton. Fuck off.” I tried to duck beneath his arm but his other hand caught on my hip, keeping me pinned between him and the wall. By now, the scent of him was so overpowering and gross that my stomach was lurching. My consolation thought as I began to panic a little and tried to think of a quick way out of this confrontation was that maybe if I just threw up on the asshole, he’d get away.
Somehow, I didn’t see that happening. Orton doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who picks up on cues, verbal or non-verbal. Likes to assert that dominance he fancies himself to have.
He chuckled again.
Then suddenly, the scent was back and it was overpowering his stench. ,, Thank God.” I thought to myself, daring to mutter the words under my breath. I found myself peering over Randy’s shoulder, waiting on whoever the intoxicating scent I’d been following originally to show themselves.
And when he stepped out behind Randy and into view… If I thought I was wet before, whew… I was absolutely flooded beyond all hope now. I swallowed hard, biting my lip, locking eyes with him. Randy seemed to realize that my attention was wandering and this of course, only made him up his game.
His hips brushed boldly against mine and I cringed, pretending to gag when I felt the way Orton strained at his trunks. At the moment, Randy was completely and blissfully unaware as to what fate awaited him if he were stupid enough to turn around and honestly?
I’m enough of a bitch that I was hell bent on not alerting Randy to it, either. Instead, I took a few shaky breaths and stared up at him defiantly. “Why do I need you, Orton? They make vibrators bigger than that fun sized Tootsie Roll I’ve heard you’re packing every day of the week. I don’t need you. Or anyone.”
I knew that part was a lie because as all this was going on, my body was in a literal frenzy at the sight of my Alpha. My skin was tight, I could barely breathe. I was doing good to think straight and form words, honestly. I was a split second away from being overwhelmed. Because thanks to my Alpha showing themselves, my heat cycle went from a mild annoyance to almost intolerable within a split second.
I needed to get away from Randy. I needed to get somewhere and calm down. But I wanted to stay exactly where I was, curious to see if my Alpha was here for the reason I’d ventured out of hair and makeup in the first place.
So far, all he was doing was standing there. Watching my little confrontation with Randy. The tension in his body quickly gave away his feelings on the matter, however. And that’s what kept me quiet. Allowed me to let Randy keep digging his own damn grave.
Because it amused me.
And I needed to know that my Alpha was actually a good Alpha. I needed to know he’d protect me, no matter what. I also needed to know that he knew when to fuck off and allow me to handle things on my own.
I wanted to test his boundaries too, if I’m being perfectly honest.
Randy bit his lip, staring down at me as if I were food and he was a starving man. He raised a hand and rubbed his chin in thought, eyes not leaving mine for a second. “Why do you need me? Well, it’s like this, doll. I want you. And you’re not in the mindset right now to turn down any Alpha who offers himself up, just goin off of that sweet little scent you’ve got yourself right now. Just drop the act, princess. You and I both know that if you don’t find an Alpha, things are going to get real messy back here. Real fast. And I don’t think you want that now, do you hon?”
,, what I want is for you to back the fuck away. Find a tube of toothpaste or some cologne or a shower, something… anything to rid yourself of the stench you’ve got yourself.” the thought came but I was treading carefully, so I kept it internal, choosing only to give a soft laugh and roll my eyes at Randy instead.
“You know exactly zilch about me and my ‘delicate state’, first of all. Secondly? I wouldn’t choose you for my Alpha if you were the last one on earth.” I managed to get the words out. I managed to keep my eyes off of my actual Alpha, who still stood by watching intently, fists clenched tight now.
When he gave a quiet growl and started to approach, the flood in my panties only got so much worse.
And naturally, Randy thought this meant that something he’d said was getting through and that I was just playing hard to get… He pressed me against him, a hand going to my cheek as he gave a smug grin and let his gaze settle on me thoughtfully. “I knew it.”
“Like I said, Randy, you really don’t have a single fucking clue.” I tried to squirm free from his grasp but the fever raging in my body and the overwhelming scent of my true Alpha as he grew angrier and angrier combined with the slightest panic I was feeling at being fucking cornered like an animal by Orton, those were all working against me and I couldn’t extract myself.
His answer was to smirk and chuckle again. “You realize I can scent you and I know exactly what’s on your mind right now, right?”
“Good, then you know I want to stab you in the eyeball with my stiletto. Or reach down, grab that little shrimp dick of yours and twist til it comes off in my hands?” I quipped, a sweet smirk on my face as I boldly met his gaze. When I picked up on him, slowly inching his face closer to mine, I swallowed hard. It felt as if my throat were closing up and it was quickly becoming clear to me that if I thought I had this under control, I really didn’t. Randy wasn’t going to stop or go away. And he wasn’t going to let me get away either.
Desperately, I found my gaze shifting over Randy’s shoulder. I locked eyes with my Alpha and mouthed, “Any day now?…” almost impatiently. I wanted Randy the entire fuck away from me. And I was really starting to realize that I couldn’t achieve that on my own. I was fully in over my head.
Typical of me, I’m afraid.
I have to admit, the fact that my Alpha had yet to actually do anything had me in an internal uproar. It had me thinking that maybe I’d gotten the wrong read on him when I watched an earlier promo in the night.
Before I had a chance to consider it fully, that my Alpha might not be a good guy either, two things happened. One, Randy’s hand left my cheek and his mouth closed in even more, rough lips almost about to brush mine and disgusting stench for a moment blocking out the scent of my Alpha. His hand settled on my hip and he was pulling me against him.
I planted a hand firmly against his chest, palm down. “What the--?” I didn’t even get to finish my sentence because from behind Randy, my Alpha’s throat cleared.
Randy grumbled to himself, picking up on the presence of my Alpha. But it was too late.
My Alpha locked eyes with me and nodded, indicating that I needed to move now, while Randy was distracted, and trust me, I wasted absolutely no time doing that. I extracted myself from between Randy and the wall I’d had my back pressed against and not even a split second later, my Alpha’s fist went smashing into Randy’s face and he had him pinned against the wall, a forearm across his throat.
And I didn’t think, I just ran.
I ran until I was out in the parking garage and then I stopped, catching my breath. It passed through my mind that maybe I should go back inside and at least attempt to be there when the brawl taking place in the hallway was over, but honestly?
I needed to get myself together. To get calm. To process and catch my breath and try to puzzle everything out.
And yeah, maybe parts of me were curious. Wondering if my Alpha would seek me out, or whether the incident in the hallway was just him stepping in because I asked…
The door to the garage flew open a few feet away and I rose up slightly, eyes darting around. The scent of my Alpha filled my senses and I bit my lip, taking a few shaky breaths right as he started to call my name. I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came. His footsteps were getting closer and closer.
My heart was racing and his scent hung heavily in the air around us, making me dizzy as the heat took over in my body. He touched me, and almost the instant I felt his hand on my shoulder, I could feel my body cooling down. This wave of relief washed over me and all I could think was that if this is what his touch felt like, I’d absolutely love more of it.
I inhaled deep, preparing myself to turn around…
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Helping Hand - Chapter 1
Jaskier x (female)Reader
Rating: E
Warnings: None, just a lot of smut and hopefully some fluff and angst to come
Word Count: a bit over 3k
Prompt: “Hey hey! I basically just read every piece of Jaskier stuff on your page and I'm in looooove. Could you write one where the reader (female) has been cursed with a love spell? Kinda? Like every touch is ultry heightened but she cant "take care of business" unless it's from the person she loves? So she has to embarrassingly ask/confess to Jaskier (and maybe Geralt if you want) for a helping hand?” (thanks for not only the prompt but the title idea lol)
Taglist: @100percentamess @mytinybaguette
Of course, you assumed the old hag was just senile, at first. When someone pisses someone else off, it’s somewhat normal to curse them, it’s just that it’s not really literal. So why would you take it seriously when some woman claiming to be a bog witch says that she’ll put a curse on you for trespassing on her swamp?
You didn’t even really pay attention to what she’d said- something about your true affections coming to light? And she had rhymed light with plight? But you forgot what the plight even was, because it didn’t matter.
Your first sign that something was wrong was when you rejoined Geralt and Jaskier at the edge of the bog. They’d asked how your search went, all was normal, but then Jaskier touched you. It was casual, something you never would’ve even thought about previously, but this time it felt oddly strong. Like he was gripping you with so much force, like he had punched you in the shoulder. Except it wasn’t painful? Just powerful. You still yelped in surprise.
“Damn, it was just a bug on your shoulder, no need to have a fit,” Jaskier mumbled.
“Why did you touch me so… hard?”
“I barely touched you…? Are you injured?” he asked. He started to reach out to examine you but you ducked away.
"I'm fine," you grumbled.
You weren't fine, and it became clear to you very quickly. As soon as you'd all begun to travel back into town, the heat started. It was cold out, and yet you felt like you were burning up. You didn't say anything because you didn't want to cause alarm over hot flashes. But then you felt that undeniable need, usually not the sort of thing to strike you in the afternoon as you walked alongside Roach, burning through you. You looked over to Jaskier and though he looked the same as always, you felt like you were seeing him with new eyes. As you gaze scanned each part of him, an urge to reach out and touch whatever you could reach began to knock against your brain. It’s not like you’d never noticed he was attractive before, but now it was like you couldn’t see anything else; you forced yourself to look away before you couldn’t stop yourself from pouncing on him.
The second you were back in town, you were in the pub and drinking like it was the end of the world. This was the sort of strange feeling that you felt like only alcohol could wash down. Of course, it turns out you were entirely wrong- being drunk just made it impossible to resist the ridiculous whims running through your mind.
“Say, would you pass me that-” Jaskier began. He hadn’t even finished when you jumped up and reached for the nearby mug of ale, handing it to him eagerly. “Erm, thanks,” he nodded. Even as you felt embarrassed upon realizing that your reaction was rather strange, you felt relief wash over you for some reason. To know that you had done what he wanted, perhaps to have even made him happy in some small way, was deeply satisfying.
“Are you feeling alright?” Geralt asked with a mildly concerned expression. Knowing that this was only going to get worse, you decided to take the opportunity to leave while you still could.
“This ale hits harder than I’d anticipated. I’ll turn in early, I think,” you decided as you stood up, giving a quick bow before you dashed upstairs to your room.
You fell onto your bed, and though your mind was requesting for some time to think about whatever the hell was going on, your body was alight with a very clear and unified need. You were barely laying down before you were shimmying your trousers down and touching yourself. It was good, but instantly you were longing for something more, and though you didn’t mean to think of him, Jaskier (of course) popped into your mind. Thinking of Jaskier brought you so much closer but never close enough. You were desperate enough to rub yourself raw seeking release, but you knew that it would never work. You certainly tried several times anyways, but soon you were looking to the door, then you looked away, then you looked back to the door, and repeated this until your desperation overcame your guilt and you found yourself stumbling down the hall to Jaskier’s room.
"Jask…?" you prompted as you pushed open the door. You found him laying back on his bed, setting a book aside to greet you.
"What is it?" he asked cheerily. You closed the door behind you.
"Do you remember a few months ago… we were at that pub in Cintra-" you began.
"I remember," he interrupted, almost sounding stern about it.
Talking about it made your stomach feel all floaty and twisty. You'd agreed it was a mistake, fueled by drunkenness and loneliness- him just having been dumped by the Countess again and you having developed affections for a man you'd encountered on the journey only to discover he had failed to mention he was married. (For you, marriage was actually a deal-breaker, much to Jaskier's surprise.) We both really wanted someone else, you'd told him, and settled on each other. He'd thought that was a good summary, you shook hands on it and thankfully were able to move on as friends. And that's what you'd wanted, wasn't it?
"I'm sorry to bring it up," you nervously apologized.
"It's not like I'd forgotten about it," he chuckled.
"I'm sort of- I have a… situation," you began.
"The same sort of situation that had you falling into my bed?" he presumed. You felt your face get hot from hearing that. He seemed a little agitated, which made you very concerned that this was going to backfire on you. But, you were in too deep to stop now.
"I suppose," you answered.
"There's plenty of fish in the sea," he shrugged.
"I want you, specifically," you clarified. "I need you. It has to be you."
“So, I’ve ruined you for all other men?” he smirked.
“I can’t… by myself,” you gestured, hoping he would get what you meant.
"I’ve ruined you even for yourself?”
"I think I was cursed!" you finally blurted out.
"Falling in love with me can feel like a curse, I know, but don't blame yourself," he soothed sarcastically, resting his hands behind his head.
"That day I went into the bog, you touched me- and ever since, everything's been wrong, and you're the only person who can… I can't even think about anyone else," you continued. He seemed to actually start paying attention. "I have this strange urge to do what you tell me to, it feels so, erm, good. It feels good to do what you ask of me."
He straightened up a bit, his smile dropping. "Okay, that doesn't sound anything like you. You've definitely been cursed."
"And I have this… desire. It's overwhelming. I can't even think straight."
“You- you should have Geralt take care of you. He’s got a lot of stamina, and no pesky feelings to get in the way,” he dismissed, looking away from you as he got up off the bed.
If you weren’t so high on desperation, you would’ve noticed the implications of his phrasing, but of course you were, so you didn’t.
“I want you,” you begged, “please.”
“You wouldn’t be saying that if you weren’t cursed,” he scoffed. You stepped closer and in such a small room he was already so close and your body felt like a tuning fork, vibrating and humming for him.
“Of course not. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t true,” you countered, your breathing suddenly heavy.
He looked at you and he almost looked pained… sad, guilty maybe. Since when did a woman begging for him inspire anything but unadulterated joy in any man, let alone a man like Jaskier?
“Please,” you whimpered one more time. He stepped forward and reached out, tentatively at first, and brushed his fingers against your chest. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan.
“Wow, you’re really worked up, huh?” he asked, somewhere between genuine concern and teasing. You nodded feverishly.
“How can I help you?” he asked softly.
“Make love to me,” you pleaded.
He made a peculiar noise when you said that, like a gasp and a sigh at once, even though they’re technically opposites.
He leaned in and you nearly sobbed at just the idea of him kissing you. Instead he pressed his lips against your neck, even the slightest touch causing your hips to buck towards him. He reached around and started to undo the lacing on the back of your bodice- even through the layers of your blouse you felt the warmth of his fingertips, and the delicate movements of his hands sent shivering tingles up and down your back. He’d only been touching you for maybe twenty seconds and you felt like you were two-thirds to orgasm- everything was more sensitive, more powerful. You weren’t sure how you would keep your composure.
“This ale hit you really hard, hm?”
“It’s not the ale,” you panted.
“That’s not what you’ll say tomorrow morning,” he theorized.
“What will I say- ah- tomorrow morning?” you asked, trying to stop every moan and whimper from arising. He’d gotten your top off just enough to expose your shoulders and was kissing along the left one like it was actually worth kissing even though it was just a damn shoulder. An hour ago you’d have killed for him to kiss you like this anywhere, but now that you were here, suddenly you had much more specific ideas.
“I won’t be able to tell what you’re saying because you’ll be smashing my lute over my head,” he chuckled.
You’d sort of forgotten what question you were asking.
“You really think I dislike you that much?” you asked quietly. He didn’t answer, pulling your blouse up over your head and letting it fall to the floor. You expected it to be cold but you suddenly felt warmer than ever, like you were wrapped in warm blankets. Even better than warm blankets, though, you were wrapped in Jaskier’s arms, which felt so much stronger than you remembered as he pulled you close and guided you to his bed.
You expected him to lay with you but instead he laid you down and stepped back. You felt very aware of your toplessness, and that he was fully dressed and staring at you.
“Aren’t you going to undress?” you asked nervously.
“Or I could just stare at you all night,” he offered, crossing his arms.
“No, please, touch me,” you whined, your back arching.
“I was just kidding, don’t stress yourself out,” he laughed, slipping off his doublet and chemise and climbing on top of you. His body pressed against yours was everything you’d dreamed, everything you’d wanted, and finally he kissed you. You recognized it a bit from the back of the pub rendezvous but this one was different, a little slower, a little deeper. You decided that you needed to kiss him again when you were sober because this kiss was too good to be wasted on a version of yourself that couldn’t remember it perfectly, which sadly applied to both instances so far. Suddenly he rolled his hips, ever so slightly, and you felt that he was hard and it rubbed against you in just the right place and instantly you came, even with your trousers still on. You did your best to hide it, your moans lost in his lips, and either he didn’t notice or didn’t mind because all he did was pull you closer. Your face felt hot, in fact all of you felt hot, and even as relief had just washed over you, you were not spared from your desire. If anything, the edge had been taken off, and yet you felt like you needed him more than ever.
“Please, inside me, please,” you managed to mumble between kisses. He didn’t respond, but he did reach down to start pulling your trousers lower. You lifted your hips so he could do it more easily and you sort of hoped he would just get them down to your knees and get on with it, but instead he took the time to take them all the way off, sitting back on his legs to peel each leg off your feet. You sat up with him, starting to work on his trousers and having to fight yourself to do it slowly rather than ripping them off. Once you could pull them down enough to get his cock out, though, you were nixing the entire trousers concept and wrapping your hand around it. You sighed with relief, just to feel it so warm and heavy in your grip. Compelled for more, you found yourself leaning forward and taking it into your mouth. You heard him gasp and it was the most wonderful noise, the sound of it giving you that wonderful feeling like you’d done something good, something so right. You bobbed up and down and it seemed to come naturally to you, his gasps getting faster and turning to moans.
“I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you,” he panted. You just moaned around him, doing your best to take him as deep as you could. His fingers wove into your hair, and just the way they grazed your scalp made your skin tingle and shiver all over. He didn’t let you go on much longer until he grabbed your shoulders and (lightly) pushed you back onto the bed, balancing on his forearms to hover above you. You thought he might say something, and he was looking at you like he wanted to say something, but he just kissed you again. How could just a kiss have so much of an effect on you?
But then he was running his hands along your legs, and gently spreading them open, and that had even more of an effect on you. In fact, you had to put in so much effort just to suppress your reaction, and yet your head still fell back against the pillow and your lips still leaked out a little moan.
“Is this the curse? Or the ale?” he asked quietly, his lips brushing against your jaw.
“It’s just you,” you mumbled.
“Bull. It’s the curse,” he smiled, “but I’ll pretend it’s me anyways.”
“Please, don’t tease me any longer,” you pleaded quietly, your back arching off the bed.
“This isn’t teasing, it’s seducing,” he frowned.
“I don’t care for it.”
“You seem to be having a good time,” he smirked, kisses running down to your collarbones, chest, and finally delicately wrapping around a hardened nipple. You whined, suddenly unable to form any words with which to respond. His right hand trailed around your thigh, reaching closer to where you needed him most until he ever-so-casually plunged two fingers into you. You had to dig your nails into his shoulder to resist crying out, afraid that if you were as loud as you wanted to be, you’d get a noise complaint from the neighboring rooms. He barely even had to move them to hit spots inside you that you hadn’t realized you had, making your hips buck and your legs shake.
“Please,” you stuttered, “I need you.”
“You have me,” he said as if it were some simple, obvious thing to say and not the sort of thing that would make you want for him so desperately that you feared fainting.
And all at once he removed his fingers, reaching to wrap his hands around your waist and since when were his hands so big?
And all at once he was pushing his hips closer to yours and your gaze met his and since when were his eyes so blue?
And all at once he was inside you and you didn’t really care about noise complaints anymore.
~
“Jaskier? Are you awake?” you whispered.
“I am now,” he responded quietly, turning to face you in the bed. There was only moonlight streaming in through the window but it cast the most beautiful shadows and you found yourself running your fingers along his muscled chest.
"I long for you," you admitted, "I need you."
"Again?"
Gods, did he have to make it seem like such a chore?
“Don’t you understand? I have no other way to get off!”
“Well, how often were you getting off before?”
“I don’t know, maybe… once, twice a night?”
His eyes went wider than you’d maybe ever seen them. “Holy- you can’t be serious.”
“What?” you shrugged.
“You’re insatiable! I mean, with a libido like that, how and why are you the most chaste of the three of us?”
“Because I’m getting off on my own three times a night.”
“You said once or twice,” he frowned.
“Yeah, but I wasn’t sure how you’d react if I told you I go four times in a row,” you smirked.
“I’m afraid to keep talking to you in case the number just keeps going up,” he sighed, his head falling into his hands. “I can’t keep up with that!”
“You can!” you encouraged. “You have,” you mumbled.
“I have?” he repeated, perking up all of a sudden.
“Yeah, well, before…” you trailed off.
“You’re just trying to flatter me until I agree to make love to you four times a day,” he dismissed.
“No, that’s what I’m saying. You don’t need to, er, do that four times to get four… just once is apparently enough.” How was it so hard to say the words when you’d already done the deeds?
“Apparently? I think we need to test that theory,” he smiled, and though it was dark and you could barely see anything, you still saw a little glimmer shining in his eye.
~
“Jaskier, we need to get up,” you reminded as you shook him awake.
“Are we leaving town, or do you just want me to make love to you again?”
“You weren’t complaining when I woke you up the last two times,” you remembered with a quirked eyebrow.
“Well, I wasn’t as underslept then. Gods, I feel like I could sleep for a week.” He turned to you, and moved a lock of hair behind your ear. “Aren’t you exhausted?”
But he was giving you this... look, and you weren’t sure if it was the look, but apparently it was enough to get you inspired. You pulled him into a kiss, climbing on top of him and straddling his legs with yours.
“Suddenly I’m feeling very energized, actually,” you smiled.
(next chapter)
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im putting all the things ive been meaning to write posts about into one single item because i am feeling Very Observed lately and i figure with it being as early as it is that hopefully this wont show up on some peoples dashes by the time they get around to pulling up tumblr today.
first of all heres a photo dump and some captions
from when i texted charlie my images of the sisko card, which i was really hoping he’d like
a smiley face on my coffee
i was gonna make a gender joke here bc the longer i looked at these before n after pinning back my hair pictures the more i was like ‘oh we just flipped gender presentation like a lightswitch huh’ but that was not funny and i am not funny and I wish i were but im not and its kind of a >:( fact thats been bugging me lately.
from mom, yesterday, who dropped off one for me, one for nick, one for mia, and one for abe. i was expecting this to be the only thing i got/heads up/message on valentines day but i woke up this morning to find that aub had sent me a playlist that i looked at but havent listened to yet (because im trying to order my responses to things in increasing complexity and time--i responded to the tik toks elanor sent me first, them had a look at the star trek document that joe sent me and commented on the questions he asked without giving away spoilers, and am now making this post, which ive been meaning to make, and will then maybe try to listen to the playlist and then respond to michelle’s email)
these are joes thoughts from some ds9 episodes. initially, i’d sent him a list of ‘best’ episodes (my favorites AND the eps i thought were most emblematic of ds9′s issues--bajor’s relationship with cardassia, trill relationships, etc) hoping that he’d be able to see the merit of the show, but he insisted on re-watching the first episode before he started working on the list because he’d only seen it once a long time ago, and then, after watching ep 1 and captive pursuit (with tosk) decided that he’d try to watch the full first season, especially after i expressed my dismay at realizing he wouldn’t get the chronological introduction to garak bc ep 3 wasnt on my list of best episodes. anyway. he showed me this list of written reactions after watching ep 1 and captive pursuit and it made me so happy he decided he’d keep doing it, which i insisted wasn’t necessary because it seems to me like a lot of work (and which i still feel guilty about) but he was like told me that he’d only seldom seen me as happy as i was upon reading that and it was something little he could do to foster that joy which.. makes my heart crack in two).
anyway. the real reason i started this post was because ive been up in arms for the past few days about mia and covid.
speaking of which.
baby ‘passed’ first covid test. that arrow on the side is the minimized player where im watching nemesis. hah.
anyway.
to make a longer story short, my (pregnant!!!) sister decided, stupidly, to go with her boyfriend abe, a sound engineer, to a broadcast stage he was setting up in california, because she has a liver condition that appeared during her pregnancy which makes giving birth difficult (which is emotionally challenging for her because she had always wanted to do an at-home birth without drugs) and in fact, is a condition which typically leads to the birth having to be induced early, which means, at this point in development, that she could potentially need to have the child at any time. she went with him because she didn’t want to be without him if the baby needed to come. she was there for a week, with the both of them feeling sick all the while, and then came home early without abe because she felt bad and wasnt having fun, eventually getting a ride from my mother (who lives with my grandmother and great aunt, 93 and 86 respectively) back home from the airport (she took a PLANE!?). anyway. at our insistence, she was tested the same day she got home. she was reluctant to do it because she ‘didn’t think she had it’ and figured that it was ‘just the flu, honestly’ as if she had any way of knowing that???? in the day she was waiting for her test results, she came out of her room multiple times without a mask on, walking around the kitchen or playing with the dogs, even though we told her to stay in her room (and had brought her food/hot tea/whatever else she needed). she had no reason to come out when she was 1. sick and 2. not quite sure if she had covid or not
anyway. her test came back positive so she was trying to ‘stay in her room’, which lasted for.. not even a day. nick and i, who hadn’t seen either of them in a week, but had been around each other, got tests. we (as pictured) both got negative results, so mia must have gotten it in california rather than from someone we’d all seen (like nick and mia’s dad or stepmother earlier in the month)
abe came home soon after and had taken two rapid tests when he landed, but then, when coming home, immediately was sitting in the same room as my sister, without a mask on. he slept outside in our ‘arizona room’--a screened in patio with a futon in it for the first night. when his results came back (as negative), he decided that he was fine to be in the house, so wouldn’t wear a mask in the kitchen or in the living room, (something nick and i both did) AND would also be in the same room as my sister for long periods of time. i’d like to think he was wearing a mask in there, but i can’t be sure. he was playing video games in their shared room where mia was watching tv, as long as he (AND I QUOTE) ‘stayed in his corner’. it’s a ten by ten room at most. there’s no way that staying in there, even with a mask on, for as long as he did was a smart option. so... to reiterate. abe was in a room with my sister, who has covid, for a long period of time, and then wouldn’t wear a mask when in the common areas that everyone uses. which is... great right
and the thing thats been annoying me for these last couple of days in particular, ASIDE from all the dumb shit they’ve done up to this point, is that mia says abe needs to bring her food (valid) and YET mia is always in the kitchen (which doesn’t make sense). i was in the kitchen preparing a meal the other day and she came out to refill her water. which, if abe was functioning SOLELY to bring her things, as she was insisting, would not have warranted her coming out of her room. it was the middle of the day. she could have said she needed water and left her cup by the door and i could have refilled it and brought it back.... but she didn’t. i was wearing two masks (a cloth one over a medial grade one) but was still wary about her being there--because I was making food. i told her to get out of the kitchen because she’d finished getting her water, but she said ‘just a minute!!’ and continued, not three feet away from me, trying to pick up one of the dogs and playing with her. i kept telling her to go back to her room but she was acting as though i was being rude and being completely unreasonable??? she takes every request we make for her to stay away from us as a personal attack, like we don’t want to see her or be around her, instead of us trying to protect ourselves from covid??
THEN the fun part is after all this, abe sets up an inflatable mattress in the office (which is :) right :) next :) to my room) because he decides he doesn’t want to sleep in the same room as mia (reasonable) despite having been occupying the same room as mia for hours (STUPID). so now abe is using the hall bathroom, which nick and i use/shower in/brush our teeth in. before, abe had been using mia’s bathroom off the bedroom, and, again, had been sleeping in there. so now, if abe DID catch it from mia, which is likely, at this point, he’d going to give it to nick and i.
nick and i were upset about this, and told mia last night that she needed to stay in her room. that was how people quarantined. that is how you quarantine. you do not leave your room for ANY reason, especially if you have 1. MULTIPLE PEOPLE CAPABLE AND WILLING TO BRING YOU FOOD AT ANY TIME OF DAY and 2. A BATHROOM THAT CONNECTS TO YOUR ROOM. she came out and started yelling at us about abe, though neither of us wanted to fight with her (and there was no reason to fight about something we were CLEARLY right about). she said ‘YOU CANT HAVE IT BOTH WAYS’ which meant that abe can’t not use the livingroom and the hall bathroom (which we were saying he shouldnt do) and that he can’t be in quarantine with mia (stay with her in her room) but the thing is.... BECAUSE he has spent so much time with her, and because they weren't wearing masks when they were outside and BECAUSE he spent hours playing video games in the room that my sister has been quarantined in for a whopping two days--he now shouldnt ALSO be using our bathroom, because now we can get sick. (and probably fucking will!!!!) she is having him now stay in the office and use our bathroom (GREAT) instead of just biting the bullet and staying with her because he ALREADY HAD BEEN staying with her
and now they are both in the kitchen :)! i can hear them from my room. great.
anyway here r some sketches that i never uploaded before cause theyre hideous but im putting here because i hope to fuck no one actually reads this/scrolls down this far
#captain's log#it does not compute to me#that you can just be this fucking stupid#i hate her#i am SO fucking mad at her about this i dont want to live here :)
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Daminette December Day 4: “Gaming”
Hello again! This is a short one because I'll be busy studying this week. I hope you enjoy anyway! Thanks to @maribat-shenanigans for giving me the idea for today, and to everyone else who took the time to send me prompts!
Ao3 - Masterlist
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You could have heard a pin drop in the living room of the Wayne Manor. Four pairs of calculating eyes were stealing glances at each other. No one dared breathe.
Slowly but surely, Marinette reached to throw the dice. She rolled a 7.
“Lucky number Bug, but even that can’t save you now. Your reign of terror will fall at last.” Jason couldn’t help but smirk. The time had finally come for the newest addition to their family to lose after an impressive winning streak of 36 Monopoly matches. Tim and Dick had similar expressions to his. They had all fought tooth and nail, forming alliances to bring down the evil that was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
They didn’t care who won the game, as long as it wasn’t her.
“Let’s hope you don’t have to eat your words, Todd.” Damian had a smirk on his face as he snaked an arm around his girlfriend’s waist. “You know my Angel doesn’t lose.” He had been getting such a kick out of seeing her beat his brothers’ asses again and again at their biweekly game night, it felt like his birthday was twice a week.
“Don’t distract me Dami, I’m trying to think here.” Her words had no bite to them, and she gave him a peck before going back to hard staring at the board. A second later her face lit up and she squealed gleefully. “Look!” She leaned against his side to whisper her strategy in his ear.
Damian then looked at his brothers with a deadpan expression. “I feel incredibly sorry for you.”
And rightfully so.
Half an hour later, after a long tirade of lucky shots, clever moves, and encouraging kisses from her boyfriend, the game was concluded. Of every little plastic building, either orange, blue, or green, that had been standing on the board, none were left. The three adults in the room were left gaping as Marinette had managed to weasel out of the corner where they had backed her up against, and proceeded to drive them to bankruptcy, forcing them to sell everything they had to pay their loans to her, eventually obliterating them for the 37th time in a row. Tim seemed to be muttering stuff about her being better at his job than him, but they couldn’t really be sure. Jason was a hair's width away from flipping the table. Dick was simply pouting in defeat.
With a cheer of victory, she got up from the sofa and held out his hand to Damian. “Shall we go, mon petit oiseau? I don’t think they’re going to recover from that any time soon.” She giggled as he held her hand only after taking a picture of his older brothers looking in disbelief at the Monopoly board. “I think you broke them, love.”
“Hm, well. They had it coming to them. No one ever beats Marinette Dupain-Cheng at Monopoly.”
“That’s why I stopped trying after the 5th time, Angel. It’s much better seeing it unfold when you’re not the one being crushed.” Damian kissed her knuckles with an amused smile. “Do you think they’ll try again? One would think they’d want to stop volunteering to be humiliated.”
Mari shrugged while he led them back to his room. “Hopefully not, it’s honestly getting a bit boring." A mischievous smile made its way onto her face. "Now, I believe you said something earlier about trying to beat me at UMS III again?”
He froze in his tracks and looked at her in fear.
“Nope. No idea what you’re talking about. I just want to go to bed and cuddle you.” The young man slipped into his room quickly, leaving her to snicker to herself before following him.
“Shame. Maybe the 264th time would have been the charm.”
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Hope you liked this tiny one! I'll try to keep uploading every day to the best of my abilities, but I have nothing pre-written and I have an exam on Monday so yeah :/ I’ll do my best to keep up the rhythm and write in whatever free hours I have left, and at least upload 200 words every day. Oh and to my peeps out there who are waiting for the jasonette fic, I promise I haven't forgotten about you, I just have to survive this week :D
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#daminette#damian x marinette#daminette december#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupain-cheng#marinette dupain cheng#damian wayne#ml x dc#liswrites
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starving artist | shota aizawa x reader
a/n: hello! this is chapter five of “starving artist” and i really hope you guys are enjoying it so far (i really enjoy writing it!).
playlist
chapter three | chapter two | chapter one | prologue
Shota had never seen you so stressed before. You were pacing from one end of the backyard to the other, frantically decorating the yard for Midnight's surprise party. It was being held at Hizashi's house because he wants to put his pool to good use, and DJ for the party of course. You were attaching streamers with haste, trying to make everything look perfect.
"Y/n, you don't have to hurry so much," Shota said walking towards you.
You shook your head and continued your quick pace.
"Shota I'm not even dressed yet and the party is in two hours. Plus I have to pick up the cake and-"
He cut you off, gently taking the streamers from your hand.
"You look fine, and two hours is plenty of time to finish."
You looked down at your hoodie and shorts. Your hair was tied up messily and your dark circles were bright from late nights of painting.
"Shota, I look like death."
Frankly, he couldn't care less. It was refreshing for him to see you out of your work clothes. While he adored seeing you in your classic flowy skirt, blouse, and smock, his eyes practically bugged out of his head when he saw you wearing skinny jeans and a crop top the day before. Something about how calm and unbothered you looked was so incredibly attractive to him.
He gave you a soft smile.
"You brought your stuff to get ready right?"
You nodded, gesturing to the bag sitting inside Hizashi's home.
"Go get ready, I'll pick up the cake and finish up here. We're almost done anyway, and besides, we're almost done."
You sighed, pulling him into a tight hug.
"You're actually the best. You know that right?" You looked up at him, your chin resting on his chest. He let go of you, quickly trying to hide his blush.
"It's nothing, now go get ready," He gave you another small smile as you skipped inside to go get ready.
He sighed, continuing to put up the streamers, this time with a bit more speed. The house was empty except for the two of you. Hizashi had to finish his shift at the radio station before he could pick up Midnight and bring her to the party. So, for now, it was just the two of you until the other party attendees showed up.
Once Shota had finished setting up the yard, he pulled out his phone to check the time.
"Shit!" He hurried inside to grab his keys, only an hour left before people would start showing up. The bakery shop was 25 minutes away, so he needed to hurry. He was running through the house when he came to a halt. You were singing. He could hear it above the sound of the shower you were taking.
Slowly, he leaned his head against the wall, smiling to himself hearing your melodic voice. He heard the shower shut off and pulled away quickly. He began to walk off when you peeped your head out.
"Shota!!!"
He cleared his throat and walked back over, "You okay?"
Your face was beet red, and he tried his best not to look at your wet body from behind the door.
"I-I forgot a towel," you whispered embarrassedly.
"I'll get you one," Shota answered, hurrying to the laundry room to get you a fresh one. You bit your lip impatiently. He came back and handed the towel to you, looking away bashfully as you wrapped it around yourself.
"Thank you, Shota, I don't know what I'd do without you." You stood on your tiptoes, gently placing a thankful peck on his cheek.
He cleared his throat once again, his face turning just as red as yours.
"N-no problem, I'm going to go get the cake now."
"Oh good, okay!"
You closed the door and leaned against it and heaved out a heavy sigh. Your crush on Shota was getting harder to hide by the day. You dried yourself off, anxious thoughts filling your head.
What if he only considers me as an acquaintance..
Maybe kissing him was too much, I probably made him so uncomfortable...
God, he probably thinks I'm so annoying and clingy....
You proceeded to blow dry your hair Even if it was going to get messed up and wet in the pool, it was a party for the Midnight. A ton of pro-heroes would be there, and you had to look presentable. After finishing your blowout, you applied some light makeup, making sure it was waterproof. You have a feeling Hizashi is going to try his best to push you in the pool when you're not looking.
You shimmied on your swimsuit and slipped a maxi dress with a high thigh slit on. You slipped on your platform sandals, ruffled your hair, and walked out. You went back out to the yard to organize the cooler full of alcoholic beverages and filled the bowls with chips and fruit. You got back to setting the cheese platter when Shota walked in holding the cake.
"Oh, perfect you're back!" You beamed, taking the cake from his hands and setting it in the kitchen. Once the cake was removed from his view, Shota got a good look at you. And man, did you look good. He raked his eyes up and down your body while you continued laying out the different kinds of fancy cheesed you had bought. You hummed happily.
"Do you think a lot of pro-heroes are going to come?" You asked him while walking outside to set the cheese platter on the table with the rest of the snacks. He followed behind you with the cake and set it down.
"Probably, Midnight is a pretty popular hero."
"I know...I just don't want to embarrass myself, I guess. I mean, I'm just an art teacher at UA."
Shota turned to you to see you biting your thumb nervously.
"Hey," he said, gently taking your hand away from your mouth. "They'll love you. Who wouldn't?"
You blushed and looked up at him. He was in his swim trunks and a t-shirt, his hair tied in a messy bun. If you weren't so nervous about exposing your feelings, you probably would've jumped him right then and there.
Just then the doorbell rang, Shota leaving you to go get the door. Your eyes widened, several pro-heroes walking inside. You recognized the group as All Might, Hawks, Fat Gum, Mt. Lady, and Best Jeanist. Your chest tightened at the sight of them. Shoto greeted them with polite hugs and walked them over to you.
"This is y/n, she did the bulk of the work getting this party set up."
You blushed and shook your head, "No no, you and Hizashi helped me plenty."
"Y/N!" All Might boomed. "Long time no see! How are you liking UA?"
"Oh I love it, some students are a bit wild but I really do love teaching them."
The heroes nodded and smiled. Some of them scattered around the house. Mt. Lady turned to you and pinched your cheeks.
"Aren't you just the cutest thing!"
You gently swatted her hands away, "Heh, thanks?"
Hawks rolled his eyes, "C'mon Yu, don't bother her." He gave you a wink and pulled her away and outside.
Soon enough more heroes came. Endeavor, Mirko, Kamui Woods, Ryuko, and even Principle Nezu. The house was soon filled with laughter and chatter.
Your phone chimed, HIzashi texting that he was pulling into the neighborhood.
"They're here!" You yelled, the heroes beginning to scatter and hide. You snuck behind the counter, Shota sneaking beside you. You smiled at him, as he scooted closer to not be seen. He looked at the drawers and cabinets in front of him, whisperings quietly.
"You look really pretty by the way."
You bit your lip and smiled, blushing profusely.
"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself," you snickered quietly. He rolled his eyes, the sound of the front door opening causing you to grip Shota's arm. He gulped at your touch, but you were too focused on counting down in your head to notice.
One.
Two.
Three.
"SURPRISE!!" The heroes jumped up and cheered. You looked to see Midnight, whose wide eyes were filled with shock and joy.
"Oh my goodness!! Is this for me?!" The group nodded, causing Midnight to squeal and jump in excitement.
You giggled and turned to Shota, whispering.
"Good job."
"Me? You're the one who made it perfect," He grinned.
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"CANON BAAAALLLL!!!"
Fat Gum bellowed as he splashed into the pool. He joined Mt. Lady, Midnight, Ryuko, Kamui Woods, and Principle Nezu. They all cheered at the massive splash he created. You giggled, slipping off your platform sandals and slipping off your maxi dress, revealing your tight swimsuit.
Hizashi whistled lowly, watching as you stepped into the pool.
"Don't whistle at her like she's a dog," Shota grumbled, taking a sip of his beer.
"Oh, but can you blame him?" Hawks responded before biting his fist. "Her body is crazy."
Shota downed his beer, hoping a buzz would help him relax. From his fellow heroes' crude words to how insanely good you looked, he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. He swiftly left and grabbed another beer, coming back to the conversation.
"So...is she single?" Hawks questioned, pushing his sunglasses upon his head to get a better view of you.
"Yeah, I hope. I'm planning on asking her out. Grab some drinks, bring her home, fuck hopefully," Hizashi snickered. Hawks clinked his beer glass with Hizashi's, a sly smile on his face.
Shota felt disgusted, angry, and ashamed. Disgusted that his best friend would talk about you that way. That you were just a screw to please himself and move on. Angry that now both Hawks and Hizashi were drooling over you. And ashamed that he too had several thoughts of what having sex with you would be like.
"Well if you don't ask her out soon, I will," Hawks said, his wings opening with power.
"Hey, chill out country fried chicken," Hizashi said, swatting Hawk's wings away. "Watch me."
Shota watched in horror as Hizashi jumped into the pool and made his way towards you.
You tossed the beach ball to Fat Gum, jumping when Hizashi places his hand on your lower back.
"Oh! Oh, hey Hizashi!" You turned and gave him a closed-eyed smile.
"Y/n, you did amazing. This party is actually perfect!" Hizashi beamed.
"Thank you, but you helped me so much! I mean, your house is the best venue."
He laughed, slipping his arm around your shoulder. You look up at him, your ears getting hot.
"Seriously though, you did amazing. Can I repay you by taking you to dinner?"
You blinked. Were you so clueless and infatuated with Shota to notice that Hizashi was into you?
"O-oh um, sure!" You smiled, reaching up to cover your cheeks to hide your blush. You felt embarrassed. Had you never realized the countless times Hizashi was flirting? Or did he consider your kind personality flirting too?
He gave you a toothy grin, swiftly cupping your face in his large hands, and pecked your lips.
You stared at him with wide eyes while Shota stared in horror. You turned around, your face a bright shade of red, and slipped further into the deep end of the pool. You made your way to Midnight, whispering the sudden events in her ear, her eyes widening with every word.
Hizashi turned in Hawks and Shota's direction, making a thrusting motion with his hips and arms.
Fuck. I think I'm going to be sick.
With that thought, Shota turned and made his way into Hizashi's kitchen, ignoring the beer and going directly to the whiskey.
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bitch, i’m a monster
a/n: this is the start of the vampire AU that’s been bugging me for the last few weeks. it takes place in a mostly canon universe, but ignores max’s death & michael’s relationship with maria. michael & alex still aren’t together, though the reasons are different this time around, & their feelings for each other are still very real.
it’s a little ridiculous, a lot melodramatic, & a whole lot of fun to write. i probably would have given up on it a long time ago if it weren’t for @soberqueerinthewild‘s insistence i do something with it, & her beta-ing, so, as always, she’s the best! i’m hoping to post the follow-up for the last day of Roswell NM Week, & then hopefully that will be the end of it because i absolutely do not want another never-ending ‘verse haha.
also, this is not the real title!! i just grew attached to the title on my google doc & can’t find a good one yet -- soooo it’s temporary haha. hopefully it makes you laugh as much as me.
The sharp, stabbing pain in his residual limb is the first sign. It’s a human pain, one easily avoided if Alex is careful and drains one of the packets in his specialized, hidden cooler on a consistent schedule. But that cooler is in his cabin, safely stashed in the sub-basement that Jim Valenti had kindly left him, and Alex is stranded in the middle of the goddamn desert without access to anything that would help the pain disappear.
It takes several minutes for the severity of the situation to process, though, since Alex is busy blinking the remnants of unconsciousness from his eyes and trying to figure out how he’d gone from reclining on his couch to what seemed to be the middle of the New Mexican desert. He groans and pushes himself up from coarse, brownish grass and gritty red dirt. There’s nothing ahead of him for miles but desert landscape and waves of heat rising from the ground; it’s got to be close to midday, as the sun is still high in the sky and beating down on him. It makes his skin feel too-tight and sore, like he’s got a low-level sunburn, and Alex has spent enough time in deserts to know that it will only get worse the longer he’s outside.
The sun might not reduce him to ash like it does in horror films, but sunlight is still not kind to vampires. The damage it causes will burn through whatever blood is left in his system at twice the normal speed, and leave him starving even faster than he wants to consider. It’s not worth thinking about, not yet -- it’ll only make him panic, and he needs to be focused on getting back to his cabin before he loses himself to baser instincts.
“Fuck,” he mutters passionately, giving himself approximately thirty seconds to acknowledge how miserable he is before forcing his tactical mind and survival training to take over -- but he doesn’t have the chance. A short, wry chuckle from behind him makes Alex jump, and he twists around abruptly to find the source, his body habitually trying to find a defensive stance, even from his seated position in the dirt.
“Yeah. Fuck pretty much sums it up,” Michael Guerin drawls, his achingly familiar features drawn into a pinched scowl as he surveys their surroundings, and Alex’s heart sinks. Stranded alone in the desert is bad enough, but Michael’s presence makes it worse, despite the traitorous feeling of security and pleasure that sparks in Alex’s chest when he sees him. It’s a vestigial reaction from the days when Alex was allowed to think of Guerin as his only port in a storm, and he hates that he can’t shake it even now, with years of one night stands, abandonment, and heartbreak between them. “Whoever knocked us out and dropped us here got our phones and dosed me with pollen. Again.” He shakes his head, hard, and a cloud of yellow dust surrounds him briefly to illustrate his point.
It takes a moment for Alex to remember the significance of the dust. It’s been over a year since Noah’s death and the discovery of the strange powder that nullified the aliens’ powers, and he’s had too much on his mind to spare it much thought in the intervening time. Jesse Manes’ escape from Kyle’s hospital and the subsequent skirmishes with him had taken up all of Alex’s time and energy -- but he knows intimately how much Michael loathes feeling powerless, and that frustration is obvious in the tight pull of his shoulders and the set of his jaw. For a moment, Alex wants to get up and smooth the lines in his face with his fingertips, to kiss away the fury at feeling helpless that burns in his own chest as much as Michael’s, but as always, he holds himself back. Getting close enough to touch Guerin at this point is too dangerous, anyway; every time Alex has allowed himself such luxury since his transition to vampire, the fight to keep his appearance and instincts within human bounds had been nearly impossible to win. He’d been an inch away from burying his fangs in Michael’s neck the last time they’d been naked together -- which is going to stay the last time they were together. Alex isn’t going to allow his love for Michael to put him in any more danger than his alien heritage already does. Especially not danger from Alex.
“You gonna sit there until you dehydrate?” It takes a moment to process the question as Alex looks up at Michael. His jeans are covered in the reddish-brown dirt of the desert rather than the streaks of oil Alex is used to seeing. There’s a sprawling purple bruise across his sternum, revealed only because there are several buttons undone at his collar, and his curls are in utter disarray, matted with dried blood at one temple. Alex does his best to keep the latter as a clinical observation, but he swallows convulsively at the realization, forcing himself to focus on Michael’s scowl instead of the blood. His stomach cramps at the sight anyway, reminding him that it’s well past time for his bagged lunch, and he drags his gaze away.
Michael waves a hand in front of Alex’s face in silent offer to help him up, and he takes it without thinking. As always, the contrast between his extreme body heat and Alex’s undead cold is shocking, but Michael doesn’t seem to notice. Everyone feels considerably cooler to him, Alex imagines, so the difference must not be as noticeable as it would be to others. Still, he’s careful to release Michael as soon as he’s found his balance on both feet, and to mask the wince that threatens to contort his face as he does so. He’s never really had to deal with aches or pains in his residual limb, even immediately after the amputation, because he’d healed with miraculous speed after he began to feed on a consistent schedule.
It wasn’t actually that simple, of course. Alex had woken alone in a military hospital with limited memories of the explosion that put him there. The blast itself was still a blank spot in his mind, but if he tries, he can picture the tall, broad-shouldered Sebastian Erickson leaning over him, his ABUs torn and bloodied though there were no visible wounds on his body. Alex remembers trying to look at him, to focus and tell him to go get the others to safety, but Sebastian had only smiled sadly and rested a cold hand on his forehead. “This is going to hurt, I am afraid,” he’d said, in the same old-time accent that Alex remembered from nights at the bar with his squadron and countless training simulations. “But it is the only way you will live.”
Alex remembers the words, but no accompanying panic. He hadn’t even felt pain at that point, just a vague sense of disconnect from the world around him and the sudden, overwhelming certainty that he was about to die. He’d always imagined he would fear death, would fight it with everything in him, but it had seemed a relief, then. No more war. No more guilt. No more anything. But the moment he relaxed into it, allowed himself to accept his fate, Sebastian’s familiar visage was in his line of sight, twisted into something … other. Something monstrous. And while the thought of death wasn’t enough to make Alex panic, blood-red eyes and fangs, it seemed, were.
The flash of fang, the burning pain that started in his neck at the site of the bite and spread through his entire body with alarming alacrity, are crystal clear in his shoddy memory. Alex remembers screaming for help, clutching at Sebastian’s hand until it was just gone, along with Sebastian himself, as if he’d never been there in the first place.
The next foggy memory Alex has is from days later, after his amputation. He was high on pain medication and barely lucid, but there’s no forgetting Sebastian’s sudden presence in the tiny, sterile room. After the initial burst of fear, an instinctive panic that comes from two predators in a room together while one is weak and vulnerable, Sebastian had begun to explain. It was the first time Alex had heard the word vampire outside bad pop culture references, and even high on painkillers, he’d believed it too fantastical to be true -- until Sebastian had snarled, fangs flashing in his mouth beneath fluorescent lights, and bit into his forearm. Blood streamed crimson over his pale skin, and from feet away, Alex could smell it. His mouth watered, his gums throbbed, and when he blinked, his vision was suddenly too good, taking in every detail of the hospital room before he even looked in that direction.
Then, the bloody wound was shoved beneath his nose, and Alex loses the thread. He remembers sensations, feelings -- the way his entire body thrilled at the first drop against his lips, the first impression of his tongue against elongated teeth, the pure euphoria his first swallow. He’s been high on weed and drunk off his ass, but nothing else compares to that initial rush of fresh blood in his mouth. And at that point, there was really no denying the truth of it any longer. Alex was a vampire, and it did no good to pretend otherwise.
When it was done, Sebastian disappeared, sliding through the tiny window with inhuman grace and without a backward glance. He left a phone number for his contact at a blood bank in Sacramento, California, behind, and tucked a tiny cooler full of blood packets beneath the bed, where the doctors would have no reason to look -- and Alex never saw him again. He’d been forced to learn most of what he knows of vampirism on his own by trial and error, and he’s lived in constant fear of what he’s capable of ever since.
“Alex? Alex! Did you end up with a concussion or something? Hello?”
The increasingly anxious voice pulls Alex back to the present, and he blinks, shaking his head and taking a step back, far enough away that the temptation to touch Michael eases. “No, I’m fine,” he says with a tight smile. In all honesty, he may have had a concussion, but it’s long healed by now. “I don’t remember anything about how we got here, though. You?”
It doesn’t matter, really; the course of action is still the same. Get the hell out of the desert, find a way back to town, and hopefully manage to do it all before he ends up revealing his less-than-human side to Michael. But Alex isn’t the sort of person to be hit over the head and dragged out into the middle of the desert without wanting to know who’d done it -- if they didn’t get what they were after the first time, there’s too high a chance that they’d try again. Plus, whoever had done this has to know about Michael and his siblings’ secret to have used the pollen. That alone is enough of a reason to find and stop them; there are too many ways that information could be used against them, and Alex won’t let it happen.
It turns out, Alex needn’t have worried.
“C’mon, Manes, think about it. Who are the only people who know about this shit that aren’t on our side?” He brushes another waterfall of the yellow powder to the desert floor, scowling at it furiously. “Plus, you and me? Not Max or Isobel? Not Valenti, or Liz, or the half of the damn town who knows what we are? It’s gotta be personal. Who’s the only guy you know who’d want to take you and me out first?”
Alex sucks in a sharp breath, ignoring the scent of Michael’s blood that it drags into his lungs. It’s impossible to deny that he’s right -- even though Alex very much wishes he could, because the insinuations are terrifying.
“My dad,” he says tersely, rubbing at his temples in a futile attempt to stop the ache building behind his eyes. Of course it was his father. Jesse Manes is the only addition to this fiasco that could possibly make it worse, and that’s the way Alex’s luck has been running, lately. “Remind me to call Kyle as soon as we get back to town. He’ll need the heads-up to make sure no one shows up behind him with a gun again.”
Michael stares flatly back at him, incredulity glowing in his eyes. “That’s what you’re worried about right now? Seriously? Look around, Alex!” He spreads his arms wide, encompassing the expanse of desert surrounding them, touching the horizon on all sides. There’s no sign of the way they’d come, no way of knowing for sure in which direction home was, and they’d been left with no supplies or methods of communication. Just the two of them, with Michael’s powers muted and Alex’s useless without a steady source of blood.
In short, they’re screwed.
Alex presses his lips together tightly, then nods curtly, conceding the point. “Yeah, okay. Valenti’s on his own for now,” he agrees, and tries to organize his thoughts, filtering out the voices in the back of his head that are screaming that he’s going to either starve in the middle of this wasteland or end up fang-deep in Michael’s neck before he can stop himself.
“As long as this isn’t all a diversion, I think everyone else will be fine until we get back and show we ruined the grand plan … whatever the hell that is,” Michael muses thoughtfully, and Alex’s shoulders slump in relief when he keeps talking. Not because his thoughts bring good news, but because it gives him something else to focus on, anything else, besides the steadily growing panic in his chest and the hunger that’s beginning to gnaw ruthlessly at his insides. “Any ideas? Kidnapping us and leaving before we’re dead isn’t exactly Jesse’s style. He’s usually into more hands-on stuff: torture, gunshots to the head, fiery explosions, all the classics. So why’d he dump us out here when there’s a good chance we’ll be able to find our way back and come after him?”
Alex calls on years of military discipline to keep from squirming at the questions. He knows the answer, of course. His father has been his nemesis, his war, since he was eight years old, and Alex believes in knowing thy enemy. Jesse Manes is a sadist. He gets off on watching others hurt and always has -- especially when it comes to Alex, who has managed to disappoint him in every way a son can. He’s gay. He’s unalterably in love with an alien. And three years ago, when he should have died in an IED explosion, adding to the family legacy, Alex became something inhuman instead. It’s the perfect trifecta of sins, in his father’s eyes, and being dumped in a sun-scorched desert at midday with nothing and no one around besides a powerless -- and therefore defenseless -- Michael Guerin is his idea of a fitting punishment.
Even after discovering all of Jesse Manes’ secrets, Alex still has no idea how he found out about his condition, but that doesn’t matter. He knows, and at least thinks he knows how to kill a vampire. And Alex has to admit that this is a good way to do it. Eventually, instinct will take over and he’ll end up attacking Michael to stay alive. And afterward, in time, Alex will begin to dessicate from lack of blood. At least, he assumes so -- no one has ever actually told him what happens when a vampire goes too long without blood, but movies and literature all seem to agree that the consequences are unpleasant.
Not that it particularly matters. Alex isn’t naive enough to think he’d care about what came next if he lost control of himself and murdered the love of his life. He’s a vampire, and maybe a bit monstrous, in the right light, but his heart still beats faster when Michael looks at him, and he doubts he’ll ever be able to shake the warmth that infuses his body when their eyes meet. Together or not, Alex loves Michael, and while he may have managed to forgive himself for a long list of sins, killing him isn’t one that Alex could ever recover from. And a world without Michael isn’t one that he wants to exist in, even if the guilt wasn’t enough to kill him instantaneously.
None of that is information he plans on sharing with Guerin, at least not yet, not until he’s absolutely sure they can’t make it back to Roswell before the situation becomes critical. They don’t even know how far out they are -- maybe they can hike back in a few hours with no worse repercussions than dehydration and a sun burn. They both tend toward the pessimistic, both looking for the worst-case scenario as a direct result of the ways they were raised, but Alex doesn’t have any choice but to hope for the best, this time. Hope for the best … and prepare for the worst.
“I don’t know,” Alex lies, leaning down to hide his face under the guise of adjusting his compression sock. Even with all of the unpleasantness and recent distance between them, Michael knows Alex too well, and the last thing Alex wants is for him to read the falsehood in his expression. “But it doesn’t really matter now. We have to get back to town as soon as possible.”
Michael rolls his eyes. “No, really? I thought we’d stay and take a nice vacation,” he snarks, head cocked to one side as he rakes agitated fingers through his curls. Yellow powder again coalesces into a cloud around his head before falling to the sand, and Michael’s lips tighten angrily. “This stuff is literally choking me. I can’t reach Iz or Max until it’s gone, so we’re on our own, unless Daddy Dearest was nice enough to leave you a phone?”
Alex sighs heavily, eyeing the horizon with displeasure. It’s going to be a long fucking day. “We’d better get a move on, then,” he tells Michael, and points them north, toward what he hopes is civilization.
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Makeup | Shawn Mendes
@loveablejonah requested (a long time ago, sorry): Hey sorry I hope i’m not annoying you....but could you write me another Shawn imagine? Something just full of fluff...i’m so SO soft right now for Shawn...help😭❤️☺️🥰
So since you didn’t specify on what you wanted, I thought of this concept a while ago so I’m just gonna give it a go.
Warnings: some language
Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio
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You sipped at your tea as you adjusted your ring light and your camera to make sure it was recording and that it was in focus before you moved around your equipment to sit on the couch.
“Baby! Shawn are you almost ready?” You yelled as you put your mug down and unlocked your phone to scroll through social media.
“Comin’ sweetie.” You hear his feet tap against the wood floor of your apartment. “Okay I’m ready.” He came in through the door, a water bottle in his hands, his brown curls floppy and so curly in front of his face. He comes to sit next to you and you get up once again to check your camera before sitting back with Shawn. “Wait, so what exactly are we doing?”
You smile cheekily at him. “I’m doing your makeup. Okay now shh and move behind the camera, I’m gonna introduce you.” You hover your finger over his lips and he goes to bite it, but you shreak and pull away. He gives you a kiss on the cheek before moving to stand behind the camera.“Okay seriously,” you pull all of your hair to one side of your head before you smile and wave into the camera. “hi guys! I’m (y/n) and welcome back to my channel. If you’re new here, hello welcome and I hope you stay and watch.” You hear Shawn chuckle and you turn to glare at him. He just smiles at you and blows you a kiss, making you blush.
“Uh, if you haven’t read the title, yes I have a boyfriend, surprisingly.” You look from the camera to Shawn and see him shaking his head. “Anyway, and finally, finally he let me do his makeup so...introducing the wonderful, Shawn Mendes!” He comes around the camera and sits next to you when your making soft screams and shreaks. “Woo, Shawn Mendes! Was I as loud as your usual crowd?”
He chuckles as he settles his hand on your thigh. “Oh, for sure.”
You giggle before turning your attention back to the camera. “Well, if you have been living under a rock, yes, this is the Shawn Mendes and yes, he is my boyfriend,” you chuckle. “there are so many girls probably sobbing right now.”
He laughs, you smile at him. His soft pink cheeks shine in the light of you ring light. His hair is so soft and bouncy you want to keep your fingers in it all day everyday. “You’re so cute. Anyway, after like months of trying to convince him, he finally let me do him makeup, even though he has someone everyday to do it, hi Anna! Okay are you ready baby?” He nods and rubs your thigh. “Where’s your headband?”
“I was supposed to bring it?” He asked as he took a sip of your tea.
“Yes! That way your hair wouldn’t get in the way.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and shake your head. “I think I have one in the bathroom, go check.” He gets up and goes into the bathroom, flicking the light on. “If you would’ve brought your headband this video would be going smoothly.”
“Sorry baby, you’re just too distracting.” He said from the bathroom. “Okay found one.” He came back out with the headband on his head, his curls pushed back. He comes to sit next to you.
“Okay, so I’m gonna do this makeup look on him, hopefully it ends well.” You unlock your phone to a picture you had saved with the look and you show it to the camera.
Shawn’s eyes bug out when he sees the picture. “Um, I’m gonna look ridiculous.”
“That’s the point babe. Okay concealer!” You pick up the small tube and open it. “You should know what it does, you do photoshoots and stuff.”
He gives you a look and shakes his head. “It covers blemishes,” you go to dot his skin. “which you don’t have.” You turn to give the camera a look. You dot his face anyway. You pick up your beauty blender and pat his face. “Now foundation, even though this is not your skin color.” You dan some spots on his face with the makeup and you pat his face, blending out the color, your tounge sticking out in concentration, eyebrows furrowed.
“You’re so cute when you’re concentrated.” He mumbled as his gaze moved around your face. His lips curl into a smile when he sees your cheeks darken. He kisses your nose quickly. “And when you blush.”
“Stop.” You look away from him and grab your contouring palette. “Now the usual contouring. Baby can you make a duck face for me.” You grab a brush and dig it into the darker shades and wait for him to contort his face. You blend in the darker and lighter shades into his skin. “Damn honey, look at you!”
You grabbed a eyeshadow palette and looked through it, looking for a color closest to the picture. Shawn looked over your shoulder. “That’s close. Right?” Shawn asked, pointing at a dark shade magenta. You picked up a small brush and dabbed at the pigment.
“Close your eyes babe.” You dabbed the color on his eyes. “Want fake lashes?”
“No! I’ve seen you put those things on, I won’t be able to see. Why do girls even put on makeup, they’re beautiful without it. You’re beautiful without makeup.” He was looking at you like you were the most amazing thing on this planet, to him you were.
You blushed as you opened the tube of mascara. “Okay, I need you to keep your eyes wide.” You slowly start to put on the mascara over his lashes. Every other second he has to pull away because his eyes get dry.
You finish up with the look, giving his some highlight and a dark red lip.
“My face feels so heavy. I’m so tired.” Shawn leaned back on the couch, his eyes closed.
You giggle at him before turning back to the camera. “Hope you enjoyed watching me put makeup on Shawn. If you did please like this video and subscribe for more videos like this. If this video gets over 50 thousand views I’ll let him do my makeup. Bye!” You got up and turned off the camera before jumping onto Shawn’s lap. “You look so beautiful.” You leaned down to kiss his neck.
He hums and rubs his hands on the skin of your torso under his hoodie he had given you throughout the video.
He soon falls asleep and you reach over for your phone to take a picture of him, posting it on your Instagram.
I don’t really like this like at all but idk.
I’m gonna be surprised if you enjoyed and reblog
#i hate this so much#worst thing ive written#shawn mendes#shawn mendes blurb#shawn mendes fluff#shawn mendes fanfiction#shawn mendes imagines#shawn mendes oneshots#shawn mendes request#shawn mendes concepts#shawn mendes x y/n#shawn mendes x reader#my writing#curlsofshawnmasterlist
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Life in Rockland 2
[Life in Rockland is a creative writing project utilizing a specific OC in place of the MC for the “Rumors of Rockland” series. I do not own any part of the Rockland universe, only my OC. Fair warning, creative writing is not my forte. This is a means of practice and a fun way to enjoy the content further].
Sasha’s in a much better mood than a few hours ago. As she settles in for the night though, she’s faced with a small predicament that grows into a much deeper pondering about the day’s events.
Setting: After game events
Play: Rumors of Rockland- Article 2
[Spoilers below for RoR Article 2]
Sasha’s Choices:
[Get Help]
[I get the impression people can get away with a lot around here]
“Speaking”
Thinking
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The sound of tapping filled the room.
Sasha wasn’t typing, just lightly tapping on the top of her laptop while sitting at her desk.
I would have called or texted him by now. Well I mean it’s late, won’t hurt if it’s not today. God I wanted to talk about everything though, but…
She sighed and pushed her laptop to the side. She shifted her chair over to the other side of the desk and reached over to pull a small pot close to her.
“Hello Hydra~ You’re always a good listener. Mind hearing me out? I got a little problem. It’s supposed to be good to talk to your plants anyway,” she chuckled.
It was a small venus flytrap. Nothing extravagant, but she loved the bright green stalks and red mouths. All wide open with the exception of one.
“Oh look at that. Looks like you already found yourself some dinner. You’re the best bug repellent a girl could ask for.”
She gently petted the closed mouth.
“So see, this town is definitely small. Pierce wasn’t kidding about running into people again. I just didn’t expect THIS kind of situation to happen so soon.”
“So let’s run over the details again. I told Pierce there was a raging alcoholic last time I went to this place. He said dude was probably being emotional and just blowing smoke, but I should probably keep my distance from wild cards like him anyway. Yet I ended up having a pretty good time with Avery and Callum tonight. So I’d like to say bad first impression that led to a misunderstanding and all’s good now. At least…that’s what I’d LIKE to say.”
Sasha sighed.
Fuck I feel awful even having these thoughts after Avery and Callum were nice enough to get me more familiar with people.
“It’s the middle part that’s killing me a bit here. I guess I just kind of pushed it to the back of my brain while settling down in the bar.”
“Okay first of all, I don’t regret my actions. I would hate myself if I hadn’t done SOMETHING. Callum’s such a sweet guy, and I really feel like he was about to get beaten up. No offense to him, but he doesn’t exactly look like a fighter. It was also 2-on-1 anyway. God, what if they would have killed him out of prejudice?! Am I overreacting? Maybe, but I don’t know.”
“But hey, it’s not like I would have made the odds any better if I had joined in myself. I don’t really have any fighting skills, and something tells me two grown men aren’t going to be that intimidated by 5’4” woman. Not to mention, I don’t sound intimidating at all. If I had at least SOMEONE else with me, maybe…did that once with Pierce.”
Sasha started reminiscing.
“There actually was one time where Pierce and I came across someone being hassled near a bar. But Pierce and I approached pretending to be the dude’s friends. We just made our voices VERY loud about how were happy to see the guy and then said something along the lines of ‘Dude come on, you’re so late. Everyone’s been waiting, stop holding things up.’ Think we were pretending to be in a hurry. Pierce literally just cut by the jerks, grabbed the guy’s arm and we just all walked together to the bar while continuing our conversation about our very made up plans. I was dead afraid those guys were going to jump us from behind, but it never happened. The dude we pulled out of there was definitely grateful. I thought it was cool, but Pierce told me later that method won’t always work for everyone. We just got lucky that the guys we came across were the type that didn’t like attention being drawn to their shitty attitudes. Pierce said some people won’t give a damn though about who sees their nasty side. So with that in mind and the fact I can’t really act as smoothly as Pierce can anyway…yeah no way I could have jumped in to help Callum without backup.”
That’s a VERY different approach than the one Avery took too…
“Look I don’t know why I didn’t think to just call the police. I either wasn’t thinking, or I just thought they’d blow me off for it just being drunken bar nonsense that wasn’t even happening in the establishment.”
Now it doesn’t sound like people call the cops much anyway in Rockland.
“I didn’t know Whesker wasn’t there. I just saw Avery and well…things turned out okay. But how was I supposed to know he was going to nearly beat the two drunks to death tonight. It’s not like I care for garbage like that, I just think personally playing executioner to some folks without attempting to even dissolve the situation peacefully first is just…” Sasha groaned.
“Okay, calm down Sasha. Maybe you’re just overexaggerating the situation. Just because you heard…bones cracking, doesn’t necessarily mean he would have gone all the way, right? People can sometimes just be fragile.”
He said he wanted to snap someone’s neck last week. He’s not all bark and no bite.
“Fuck, stop Sasha!” She muttered to herself and placed her head in her hands.
“Avery was protecting his friend. The drunks were homophobic and might have hurt Callum. Maybe they would have even killed him! Not like they didn’t earn at least a punch in the face. Callum’s safe now, and both Avery and Callum treated me so well tonight. Why the hell am I being so judgmental?”
Because I almost watched two men get murdered in front of me?
“Ridiculous.”
Sounded like stuff like this happens under the radar a lot.
Sasha got up from her desk and heading towards the bathroom. She turned the sink on and started splashing water on her face. She took a few deep breaths and looked in the mirror.
“Hey, you’re new. Feeling a little jittery is all. You’ve never really known much anywhere other than your own home for most of your life. It’s a lot of new experiences at once. …Why the hell am I talking in second person?”
Sasha left the bathroom and sat back in front of Hydra again.
“I’m the new person here. Everyone else has been here for a long time. I’m more like a guest or intruder at this point. Sounds like things will only go south for me if I get too nosy or mess with the wrong people. When have EITHER of those ever been a problem for me? Hell, I never even drank underage. Pierce calls me too boring at times too,” She chuckled.
“Worst crime I feel like I’ve ever done is jaywalking. And yeah, I know if there’s ever trouble, I’m the type to go to the proper authorities for help. Whether it was work, school or town life. But I’m an adult, and if this place is more of a ‘you take care of your own business’ type of deal, I need to respect that and take responsibility for myself. MOST of the people I’ve come across have been nothing but friendly towards me. Maybe I need to stop jumping to conclusions. There’s no way that I’m going to be scared off back home by stuff like this.”
I won’t lie, it’ll hurt my pride a little if I move back home just because I didn’t try to fit in.
“Well I’m not sure if I’m being open minded here or too lenient out of naivety. I AM sure that Pierce would raise an eyebrow though. There’s no way I could explain away how I knew to call out to Avery in the bar. I didn’t say his name last week, but he’ll remember the alcoholic I mentioned. Now if this was in our town, Pierce would probably make some kind of weird joke about this. But I think…he wouldn’t admit it but I think he’s been a little anxious lately that he’s not here with me to watch my back.”
She pet one of Hydra’s heads.
“When we’re together, he likes to poke fun at me and take me to my places that sometimes aren’t in my comfort zone. But that’s only if he’s confident enough himself that he can get us out of a tight bind we might get into. He never took to me to anyplace extremely dangerous or introduced me to people he didn’t trust. He doesn’t know anyone in Rockland. I’m sure telling him how the possible alcoholic can possibly beat people to death would put him on edge. Especially since I’ve run into Avery twice now. Pierce would be nervous about that proximity.”
So I’m fighting between relying on my hometown friend’s judgement and giving new people a chance. Not to mention putting my own judgement skills to the test here.
Sasha leaned back and hummed to herself.
“So here’s the story. Callum was getting hassled in the alleyway. I called out to his friend from last week who was having a bad time. Out of necessity of course. He came and knocked the drunks away and then Callum, Avery and I had a good time going over the different citizens in town. There we go. Short and simple. Not even a lie. Why was I even overthinking all this? If Pierce presses, I’ll just say Avery can look scary. Dude IS pretty tall too, probably can stare off a lot of people with just a glare.”
Definitely believe he’s not to be messed with.
“I missed the VERY beginning when Avery entered the alleyway anyway. Callum may have sounded chipper, but who’s to say Avery hadn’t spotted one of the dudes trying to pull a knife or something. If you’re gonna beat a knife and two guys with just fists, you BETTER act fast.”
Sasha nodded to herself.
“Everything’s fine. Even the drunks at the end of the day will recover. Hopefully learned a lesson and become better people, but that’s up to them.”
She looked at the clock. It really WAS late. Sasha stretched her arms and headed over to the closet, looking for some nightwear to change into.
“…but seriously, who the hell is Kinley?”
#Rockland#Rockland Games#Rumors of Rockland#runawayoutlaw#rottenbonethief#my OC#Sasha Holmes#Life in Rockland#RoR
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Where Were You In the Morning? (s.m.)
Summary: Mornings in the Mendes family.
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader
WARNINGS: bad writing
this is just a lil fic i’ve been writing on the side! please continue to vote on my other post! i’m finishing that one up in the next few hours, but that’ll (hopefully) be a fic series that’ll keep me occupied in the coming weeks.
UNEDITED
enjoy if you want :)
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“Good morning, my precious girl.” Shawn cooed to his daughter at eight a.m., the usual time for them to begin their daily shenanigans when he’s home. “How are you today?”
“Mm.” She muttered into his shoulder as he carried her to the changing station in her room, taking off last night’s dirty pamper, using a wipe to wipe her clean, put baby powder on her, and put her in a clean one. “Good.”
He picked her back up again, carrying her to his and his wife’s room, laying her down on their bed in his spot and putting a few pillows around her frame so that she can go back to sleep if she wanted. Then he went into his office, where he calls his “writing room”. Which, ironically, is the room where he writes his music, but he also writes “thank you” letters to venues and event promoters, and plays chess with Cez when he’s absolutely tired of working.
Back in the bedroom, Angel sat herself up and crawled over the pillow mountain her Daddy made, laying her fluff of chocolatey curls on her Mama’s pillow. “Hi, Mama.” She giggled through her endless wall of hair.
(Y/N) gently pushed Angel’s hair back with a sleepy smile. “Hello, my love.”
“Mama, we play today?”
“Yes, we can play today. Do you want to go to the park?”
Angel’s little hazel eyes widened in excitement. “Park?”
“Yep. Park. We can do swings, the slide, the monkey bars, anything.”
“Daddy come too?” She asked. “Daddy come and push me?”
“Well, how about we ask Daddy after we eat and we’ll see. Okay?”
“Kay. Want “faffles”, Mama.”
“You want waffles for breakfast?” (Y/N) asked the little girl, already certain that waffles with bacon and eggs was what she wanted to eat. That’s what she wants to eat everyday, and sugary oatmeal with strawberries on the rarest of occasions. She picked Angel up and carried her to the kitchen, sitting her in her highchair and giving her some apple juice to keep her (relatively) quiet while (Y/N) cooked for the three of them. She started to fry the bacon in the pan, humming a random tune while her fiancé padded quietly into the kitchen. She squealed when she felt him hug her from behind and kiss her shoulder. “Hi.”
He took a swift inhale of her hair and drowned in the scent of strawberries and honey. “Hey.” He mumbled, pinching the revealed skin on her hip right by the “S” tattoo in tiny lettering. “Plans for today?”
“Angel wants to go to the park.” She replied, flipping the bacon out of the pan and moving it to the back burner to cool while she started making waffles. “And she very specifically said she wanted her Daddy to come, too.”
“Of course!” His body was still laced in hers and he smiled to himself, kissing her twice--once behind her ear and again on her brown cheek. He really loved this woman with everything he had. Since their third date, he knew that this was the woman he was going to marry; and he liked to think that she knew that as well. They both fell hard and fast, so they dated for four months, said their “I love you”s before his Illuminate tour, and then when he got back, they moved in together. They weren’t married yet and neither of them minded that. He was just grateful she said yes to his proposal in the first place.
“Why are you all smiley?” She looked over her shoulder and chuckled.
“I just love you. I’m so lucky to have such an amazing woman by my side.” He squeezed her in his arms a bit longer, then let go before going over to Angel and picking her up out of her highchair. “And I’m so grateful that you gave me my little princess.”
“Daddy,” Angel said, her caramel fingers tangled in his necklace. “Daddy, want fruit.”
“You want some fruit?” (Y/N) asked. “I thought you wanted waffles?”
“Want both.”
“A, you can’t have both.” Shawn replied, getting thr fruit out of the refrigerator anyway. “You have to pick.”
“Both, Daddy.” She whined, kicking her feet lightly. “I put syrup on my fruit.”
He scrunched his face as he put her breakfast on a koala ZooPals plate that (Y/N) kept from her childhood. He put cut up bits of half of a waffle on the big part of the plate, with scrambled eggs in one small part, and strawberries and pineapple pieces in the other. He set the plate in front of her, pouring warm maple syrup over her waffles.. and her fruit.
She really is (Y/N)’s weird ass kid, he thought to himself.
“Tank you!” She exclaimed, not bothering to use a fork and sticking her hands in her plate, as most two-year-olds do.
“You’re welcome, beans.” He kissed her forehead, going back to the stove and making he and (Y/N)’s plates and carrying them to the breakfast bar next to Angel. “Baby, what are you looking for?”
“The Rosé,” She mumbled, fumbling around in the refrigerator. “I want to drink.”
“Here,” He reached past her and grabbed the Dom Perignon and orange juice. “let’s make mimosas instead.”
“Mama!” Angel shouted because she wanted attention, and, like both of her parents, she hated when no one was talking to her for longer than five minutes.
“Yes?” Replied (Y/N) as she poured the champagne nearly to the top of a red Solo cup, splashing the tiniest bit of juice after.
“Want juice, pease. Daddy, juice?”
He took out the orange juice and one of her sippy cups, filling it most of the way with juice and the rest of the way with water so it wasn’t super sweet. “Here, beans.”
“Tanks, Daddy. Lub you.” She hummed right before taking a big sip of her juice, licking her pink lips clean of the residue.
“Love you, too.” He pulled the chair out for his fiancée to sit, sitting down, and picking up a piece of bacon from his plate and crunching it in his mouth. “You excited to play at the park today, Angel?”
“Yeah!” She nodded happily. “Daddy, we go on the “swide”?”
“Yeah, babes, we’ll go down the slide all you want, okay? Me, you, and Mama.”
“And den we go get cookies!”
“Cookies?” (Y/N) perked up from slurping her half-assed mimosa. “Beans, you didn’t say anything about cookies.”
“Mama, want cookies after. Daddy get one too.”
“Well, thanks for your generosity.” Shawn snorted to himself. “Glad I’m allowed to participate.”
“Mm. We’ll have to think about that, beans, because we have ice cream here, remember? Daddy bought some when he went to the store last week.”
“Chocolate?” She stared at Shawn’s bacon. “Daddy.....bite?”
He groaned. “Do you want your own piece?”
She shook her head. “No, Daddy, just some yours.”
He got up from his seat, breaking a piece of the bacon (reluctantly), and dropping it in her mouth after her doing that “aaaaahhhh” thing that toddlers do. “There. Happy?”
“Yesh. Nummy, Daddy. I have one?” She asked right as he sat back down.
“Yeah, honey.” He got back up (reluctantly) and got her half of a strip of bacon, breaking it into four pieces for her to munch on. “There you go, bunny.”
“Tank you, Daddy. Lub you lots.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“Lub you, Mama.” She said with a strawberry bit in her mouth. “Lub you so much.”
“Love you too, bugs.”
After breakfast, they’d cleaned up the kitchen. Then (Y/N) took Angel to get washed up and dressed while Shawn did the dishes, setting the toddler on she and Shawn’s bed while she herself got dressed. It was hot today; so she figured she could wear a sundress.
Shawn came upstairs, going into the bathroom and turning on the shower. While it was heating up, he went to their shared dresser to pick out jeans and a t-shirt to wear, and a pair of boxer briefs to go underneath. He put the ensemble on the bed in front of Angel, who was quickly getting sleepy from being full. “Bunny?” He asked her. “You okay?”
“I tired, Daddy.” She rubbed her eye. “Park still?”
“You don’t wanna lay down for a little bit before we go, beans? So that way you won’t be sleepy at the park.” (Y/N) suggested as she brushed her hair into a puff.
“Wanna go now, Mama.” She whined with heavy eyes.
“Alright.” Shawn sighed. “But if we go and you’re asleep in the car, we’re coming home and it’ll be nap time for you.”
She whined again, turning her head away from him because she heard something she didn’t want to hear from her Daddy, the king of giving her what she wants because she said so. “Daddy, park.”
“Okay, bugs, okay. But I mean it! When we get there and you’re sleepies in the car, Daddy’s turning the car around—“
“But Daddy, I sleepies now.” She emphasized, as if her being sleepy now would prevent her from being sleepy in the car.
“You sure you don’t wanna lay down for a bit?” (Y/N) sat next to Angel on the bed, rubbing her back soothingly. “It’s okay if you want to.”
“Mm mm, Mama.” She shook her head lazily. “Wanna go now.”
“Okay, bugs. Daddy’s getting in the shower now, okay? Be right back.” Shawn mumbled, tossing a towel over his shoulder, going into the bathroom, and closing the door with a ‘click!’ of the lock because Angel’s a master of opening doors and wreaking havoc on whatever was taking place on the other side of the door without a care.
(Y/N) got comfortable on the bed next to Angel, the little girl crawling up into her Mama’s lap and laying down on her chest. “Mama?” said Angel quietly, breaking the silence.
“Yes?” Replied (Y/N), looking down at the toddler who was fiddling the hem of her Mama’s sundress.
“Lub you.” She kissed the skin on her Mama’s collarbone, above the breast. “Mwah.”
“I love you too, baby.” She peppered kisses all over the little girl’s face and neck, making the child giggle sleepily.
Moments passed and Shawn soon emerged from the bathroom, body wrapped at the hips with a white cotton towel, then looked over at his two favorite girls snuggled on the bed together, asleep. “Of course.” He chuckled woth a shake of his head, putting on a pair of sweatpants and laying down next to them. He kissed their foreheads, and Angel’s eyes squinted open, ger gead sitting up.
“Daddy, park later?”
He nodded, gently setting her head back down, shushing her quietly so she wouldn’t wake her Mama. “Yes, baby. Park later.”
“Kay.”
#shawn mendes x poc#shawn mendes#shawn mendes x black woman#dad!shawn mendes#dad! fic#please read#dont let this flop
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Valerie and Lucille introducing little patsy to their 2nd newborn?
This has taken far too long to write, but I hope you like it!
Valerie and Lucille had been adoring motherhood, taking it on with every stride. Little Patsy was now just about to turn Two. Valerie and Lucille had been trying for a second baby since Patsy was One and it was a struggle and it had taken a strain. Lucille had told Valerie that maybe they couldn’t have another because God was happy with them having just one child, and that they should just accept it. This only made Valerie more frustrated and angry.
“Are you out of your mind?! Lucille! It’s been a year… there’s something wrong with me!”
Lucille did see where she went wrong with her words “Valerie, maybe we should talk to Shelagh and Dr. Turner.”
“Why Shelagh as well?”
“Well I thought with everything she went through, maybe she could give you some personal advice?”
Valerie just nodded and immediately picked up the telephone to call the Turner Residence. Valerie felt something was off, it had been a year since they began trying for another baby, she had no letters or phone calls from the clinic to say anything was wrong.
Dr. Turner invited Valerie to the Surgery right away, hopefully he could do some tests and have a look through the paperwork he had from the clinic, and Shelagh went with him too.
“I’ll see you in a bit, love.” Valerie smiled over at Lucille, then gave Patsy a kiss on the top of her beautiful dark brown hair.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you?” Lucille asked as she came over and picked Patsy up off the couch, holding her on her hip.
“I think it’s something I need to do alone.” Valerie smiled quietly, kissing Lucille quick, as she grabbed her hat and coat and left the house.
Valerie met Dr. Turner and Shelagh and the surgery, seeing Shelagh there really did help her.
“Sit down Valerie.” Dr. Turner insisted, as he himself sat on the other side of his desk whilst Mrs. Turner stood next to him.
“Now Valerie, explain to me what’s been happening?”
“Well, it’s been over a year since Lucille and I have begun trying for our second baby and yes I know it won’t happen right away but with Patsy it didn’t take this long-”
“Let me stop you there.” Dr. Turner interrupted, looking down at the paper in front of him “Have you had no information from the clinic itself?”
“No, nothing, no letters and no phone calls.”
“Well I have the results here from the last pregnancy test you did at the clinic, I am unsure as to why they didn’t call you.”
Valerie nodded in agreement “So, am I pregnant or not Doctor?”
“Valerie, Congratulations, You are now about 16 weeks pregnant.”
“4 Months? How can I be 4 months gone and not have known?”
“No Nausea like last time?”
“Well yeah, but I had that bug didn’t I. So I’ve just put it down to that.” Valerie frowned.
“Let me take some bloods while you’re here and make sure everything is as it should be, and if I get you to do a urine sample too, then will send those off and check everything’s in order.”
Valerie nodded, and Shelagh took her blood and then sent her off to do her urine sample,which Valerie had no issue doing.
Valerie left the surgery, walking down the cobbled streets, thinking to herself how was she going to tell Lucille, that not only was she pregnant but she was 4 months along.
“Luc? Are you still here?” Valerie walked in calling out, almost in tears from the shock.
“Kitchen babe!” Lucille called out.
Valerie walked in smiling at the sight in front of her, Lucille helping their daughter place the cookie mix onto the tray.
“So? How’d it go?” Lucille asked, as she placed the cookies in the oven.
Valerie grabbed Lucille’s hand, and placed it on her stomach “Four Months.”
“What?!” Lucille practically screeched, pulling up Valerie’s top and kissing her stomach “4 Months? We’re both Midwives how did we not know?!”
“That awful bug I’ve had, covered up my morning sickness. Dr. Turner is running some tests to be sure everything is as it should be.”
Patsy came hopping over and pointing at Valerie’s bare stomach “Mummy’s tum tum!”
“That’s right Sweetie and Mummy is going to be having a baby.”
“My baby?” Patys frowned.
“Well, your baby brother or sister.”
“Sister!” Patsy exclaimed happily, wrapping her arms around her mother’s legs.
4 and a half months later
“Luc!” Valerie grabbed hold of Lucille as they walked over to the clinic, walking along the cobbled streets of Polar.
They slowly opened the doors, being greeted by Patsy Mount herself.
“Valerie, you look as if you’re about to burst.” Patsy teased, Valerie being the only one she could get away with saying that to.
“I feel like I’m going to burst.” Valerie huffed as she held onto Patsy’s arm and Lucille went to work. She was working in the clinic today anyway, and Sister Julienne allowed her to arrive when Valerie had her appointments, it was easier for them and it meant Lucille was able to take her girlfriend to clinic each week and not have to worry about her not having anyone to take her.
“Right, let’s take you through.” Patsy smiled.
Even though people were becoming more accepting of their relationship, not all where. They still lived in a rather prejudice society, which was a struggle.
“Homo!” One women shouted out “You’re type has no place here, you’re disgusting!”
“Small mindedness has no place here!” Patsy snapped back gritting her teeth, all of them Patsy, Delia,Valerie, and Lucille have had to deal with the most horrendous homophobia, they all usually say that they’re used to it, but it’s never something you get used to.
“Patsy I don’t think I can do this again.”
“What do you mean?” Patsy frowned helping Valerie up onto the bed.
“I can’t have this baby, I can’t do it again. I can’t.”
“Okay take a breath…” Patsy frowned rubbing her friends back “What’s bought this on eh?”
“You were there last time! Why did I think I could do this again?”
“Is this why you’ve been avoiding clinic appointments.”
Valerie just nodded as she went to lay down, but just at that point her waters broke.
“Valerie? You alright?” Patsy asked seeing as Valerie had frozen to the spot.
“Yeah...I mean no, that was my waters no! I can’t, I’m not having this baby. I can’t!” Valerie said quickly as she got off the bed.
“Valerie-”
“No! Patsy I’m serious!” Valerie sobbed, holding onto the bed “I-”
“Wait here.” Patsy smiled, before quickly walking out from behind the curtain, she wasn’t gone long before coming back with Sister Julienne in towe.
“Valerie, what’s this I hear about you not having a baby?”
“I can’t Sister! I can’t- I will cross my legs and-”
“Valerie look at me, your baby is going to be born and I know you’re scared but you did it once,which means you’re strong enough to deliver another baby.”
Valerie groaned, holding her breath and nodding at Sister Julienne “I’m so scared Sister.”
“I know you are but, Patsy will deliver your baby, you chose her for a reason. Trust your friend and midwife and Nurse Anderson will be there too, you have a whole family of Midwives and Nurses, that includes us Nuns.” Sister Julienne chuckled.
“I miss her.”
“I know, your Grandmother is a big part of who you are Valerie, never forget the good she has done for you.”
Valerie at this point simple nodded.
“Now shall we get you home? I am assuming you’ve been having labour pains for a while considering how much you’ve insisted on you not having this baby? Hmm?” Sister Julienne asked.
Valerie was biting her lip so hard, she was almost going to make it bleed “OH...god!” Valerie cried out holding onto Sister Julienne “Three hours Sister.”
“I thought as much.” Sister Julienne smiled before turning to look at Patsy “Nurse Mount, your shift at the clinic is over. You are now on personal midwifery duty for Valerie and her baby.”
“Of course Sister. Valerie lets get you home.” Patsy insisted, taking over from Sister Julienne and wrapping one arm around Valerie’s waist and the other holding onto Valerie’s hand.
“What about Lucille?” Valerie panicked.
“Sister Julienne I am sure is quite capable to tell her what’s happening and we can keep her updated by telephone when we arrive back to your home and then she can come and join us when things are getting a move on, okay?”
Valerie simply nodded, luckily she didn’t live far away. It was probably the furthest she would be allowed to walk. As soon as they arrived at Valerie and Lucille’s Patsy realised quite soon that she might not be able to get Valerie up to the bedroom.
“Patsy please. I need to have this baby in my bed,where I feel safest. Please.”
“Right, if we’re doing it, we’re doing it now. Come on, gather some strength.” Patsy smiled, hauling a labouring Valerie up the stairs and into the bedroom. Patsy had managed to carry up her bag, while helping Valerie up. So she quickly stepped to it, sorting out the bed and the sheets, and getting everything ready for when baby would make an entrance.
“Patsyyy! Oh god, oh god!” Valerie cried, stretching her hands out stiffly against the wall.
“Let’s get you settled on the bed, then we shall see how far away you are from delivering and then I will telephone Lucille. How does that sound?”
“Yeah, yeah whatever just get this baby out!” Valerie replied, as Patsy helped her settle on the bed, and Patsy was all ready with her apron, hat and gloves on.
“Right slacks and knickers are coming off.” Patsy smiled, pulling off her friends clothing, and elbowing her knees apart and checking how far along she was. “Well not long now-”
“Valerie!!” Lucille called from the stairs, she’d managed to finish early and she rushed home as soon as she could.
“Luc! Luc!” Valerie sobbed holding out her hand.
“It’s okay pettle, I’m here.” Lucille came to her girlfriends side at once “How’s she doing Patsy?”
“Well, I’d say not too far off, but still a bit to go.”
“I told you I ain’t doing it!” Valerie snapped, her anxiety fully backup “Patsy please!”
“What’s this about?” Lucille frowned
“Luc, I’m sorry, I just I ca- aaaaaa fuck!!”
The hours went by, and with each contraction Valerie was closer to giving birth and becoming more determined not to do what her body would need to.
“Valerie, Valerie look at me, hey, hey I’m right here!” Lucille grabbed Valerie gently, holding her on either side of her face. “You can do this. I am here and Patsy is here, and Sister Julienne is at Nonnatus at the end of the telephone if we need her.”
Valerie closed her eyes, shaking her head “After last time?”
“Lucille, I’m going to check and see if we’re ready to deliver.” Patsy smiled sympathetically, as she felt and looked, seeing how dilated Valerie was and it was now time for this baby to arrive into this world.
Patsy nodded at Lucille to let her know it was time “Val, it’s time for you to start pushing, hold onto Luc and push!”
“No, no!”
“Valerie Dyer. I need you to push now! Now push your beautiful baby out of this strong body that has survived so much already and will do this. Push!”
Valerie heard her, and she pushed, she pushed and pushed and screamed and cried. The miracle of child-birth. It was hard and it was a lot of work but by the end of it most mothers would say it wasn’t hard work, because you have a beautiful baby at the end of it all. That is what it’s all about.
“That’s it Valerie one more push and we will have your baby.”
“I can’t, I’m too tired…” Valerie said wearily.
“Come on pettle, just one more, you’re a fighter, you can do this.” Lucille smiled as she kissed Valerie on the forehead. “I love you.”
And with those words being whispered, Valerie mustered all the strength she could find, squeezing tight to Lucille, her toes curling up and she pushed, and screamed with all the courage she had, and then she heard it, or rather didn’t hear it.
Valerie collapsed into Lucille’s arms sobbing “Patsy?”
“Come on little one…” Patsy rubbed the newborn vigorously, trying to get her to cry, and suddenly there was joy in the room as the baby’s lungs began to work and her cries were heard throughout the house. Patsy wrapped the baby in a towel handing her to Valerie “Congratulations, you have another girl.”
“A girl? Hello you sweet girl.” Both Valerie and Lucille sobbed as they looked down at her.
Patsy soon delivered the after birth, with all of it coming away which was a relief after last time.
Lucille went and telephoned for Sister Julienne to bring their two year old daughter over, so she could meet her little sister. Soon enough they were walking up the stairs to the bedroom.
“Mumma!” little Patsy ran straight to Lucille
“Patsy, baby, this is your Sister, Monica.”
“Baby!”
“That’s right, you have to be gentle okay?”
Little Patsy simply nodded her head and with Valerie help stroked the side of her baby sisters head before saying “Love baby.”
The whole room filled up with tears watching the interaction from Patsy and Monica-Julienne.
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