#mason shaw fic

[wildrangers]

The Bear Dilemma // Mason Shaw

Word Count: 3K

Summary: After receiving a job offer you couldn't refuse, you join your brother Connor Dewar in St. Paul, only to meet your shared roommate, Mason Shaw, who complicates matters.

Warnings: Cursing, resolved angst (shocking), fade to black implied smut

 “Look, I know you’re anxious but don’t worry—I made sure everyone knows you prefer to go by Baby Bear” Connor smirked, taking in your nervously tapping legs in his passenger seat.

“Con, you’re the worst but I know you didn’t do that” you replied, glaring up at him.

“How?”

“Because if any of the guys call me by that nickname, you’re going to be in a jealous snit.”

“Would not” he retorted, frowning at you. “But I achieved my goal anyway.”

“What goal?” you huffed in annoyance.

“You stopped fidgeting so damn much.”

You didn’t have anything to respond with other than to lightly squeeze his shoulder in thanks. You were anxious but definitely not about his hockey pals—you couldn’t care less about them. This was your first time living outside of The Pas and you were worried about how you’d adjust to living in a city. Connor’s house, really his teammate’s who he was renting from, was closer to the suburbs but would still be much busier than you were used to.

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding about having the cavalry over” you mumbled, taking in the nearly half dozen guys waiting on the front lawn of the house Connor parked in front of.

You got out of the car and Connor quickly made introductions: Matt, Brandon, Marco, and Brock were kindly helping you out.

“Thank you guys so much, the truck should be here in…” you trailed off, pulling out your phone to check the time “10 minutes max.”

Everyone quickly brushed off your thanks, returning to talking amongst themselves as you rolled your suitcase into the house. Connor mentioned you’d have a bedroom on the second floor, so you strolled down the long hallway off the staircase, poking your head into each room you passed to get a lay of the land and find the spare room.

There were two more doors left, directly across from each other, so you decided to try the one on the right, pushing the door open only to be greeted by surprise-widened blue eyes.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn’t think anyone else was here” you exclaimed, embarrassment flooding your body as you went to close the door again.

“No, no it’s okay, you just surprised me that’s all” the boy replied, a crooked smile on his face. “I’m Mason, you must be Y/N.”

“I am, I totally spaced about you being here over the summer too. Con mentioned it but it’s been such a hectic few days” you explained. 

“No worries, seriously” he insisted, standing up to greet you at his door. “I’m guessing you’re looking for your room? You weren’t too far off.”

You followed the direction of his head tilt towards the door across the hall. “I was so close to not having done that” you joked and he chuckled.

“Here, let me grab your suitcase. I can’t help with the boxes but I can at least take that off your hands” he insisted, his hand lightly brushing yours as he took the handle from your grasp. You did your best to ignore how the faint touch made your toes curl in your sneakers—what had happened to not caring about his hockey friends?

“Thanks, I appreciate it” you replied, following him into what would be your room for at least the next few months. “Connor mentioned you were rehabbing some kind of injury?”

“Yeah, ACL” he replied, and you noted the frustration that crossed his face. “Fourth time.”

“No shit” you answered, genuinely shocked. “Same knee?”

He briefly went over his injury history and your heart broke for him—Connor had shared how one of his teammates was having a rough time with a repeat injury but you hadn’t realized it was Mason.

“I’m so sorry, Mason, that’s awful” you replied, squeezing his arm gently. You froze there realizing what you’d done. You were a very touchy person just not usually with total strangers—but something about him reminded you of home.

“Trucks here, sis!” Connor’s voice called from downstairs and you quickly removed your hand from Mason’s arm.

“Let me know if I can help with any of your lighter stuff” Mason offered, squeezing your shoulders before returning to his own room.

***

Mason was standing in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make for dinner when he heard your key turning in the front door. He poked his head out into the hallway, “How was your first day?”

Your eyes rose to meet his and you beamed, making his stomach swoop in a way he’d been slowly adjusting to over the month or so you’d been here. “Really good actually. The commute’s not bad and everyone was so nice.”

“Awesome, I’m glad to hear it” he replied, watching as you slipped your shoes off and tucked them onto the rack you’d added to the doorway. “Want to order something in to celebrate? My treat.”

“Really? That’s so sweet, thank you” you smiled making your way to him and wrapping him in a too quick embrace. “Where’s Connor?”

“He’s over at Jenna’s tonight, so it’s just us” he replied before quickly adding, “If that’s okay?”

You chuckled, bumping your shoulder into his, “Of course it’s okay, silly. Let me go change and then we can figure out where to get food.”

A few hours later, dinner had been eaten and your legs were thrown across his lap as you watched a movie. You’d insisted on something scary, which he didn’t love, but it was your night so he was braving it.

“Mase, you hate this” you pointed out and he shrugged.

“I don’t like it but you want to watch it.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d be this stressed” you laughed lightly, reaching over to rub the tension he didn’t realize he was holding from his shoulders. “Let’s find something else.”

Mason glanced at his phone, hoping to hide some of the redness he felt flooding his face. “It’s a little after 9, don’t you have to head to bed soon?”

You sighed in response shifting so you could sit up fully and tuck your feet beneath you. “Well, aren’t you observant” you teased lightly and he gave up hiding his blush.

“Not much else to do when I’m home so much” he mumbled sadly.

“Hey, your rehab is going so well” you responded, your nimble fingers moving to the back of his neck.

“I know but it’s such a slow process and if I’m not there, I’m basically just here.”

“You do stuff with the guys.”

“I guess” he sighed before jumping when he felt you pinch his ear lobe. “Ouch, what was that for?!”

“For being a mope, Mr. Shaw.”

He opened his mouth to respond but you quickly continued, “I get it, at least as much as I can. It’s a shitty injury to come back from and you’ve already had to do this a bunch of times. But you’re making progress, the guys are there if you want them, and I am too. So, keep your head up, okay?”

Mason stared at you in wonder—how did you know exactly what to say? Without allowing himself to overthink it, he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your mouth. He pulled away to make sure he hadn’t overstepped but you quickly roped your hands through his hair, pulling him back in. He tenderly cupped your face, brushing his thumbs over the soft skin of your cheekbones. Your tongue shyly brushed against his mouth just as you both heard the front door creak open, making you jump apart.

Connor rounded the corner, “Hey bear, how’d your first day go?”

“Pretty good! It was busy though; I was just about to make my way into bed to unwind. Mason was nice enough to treat for dinner since you weren’t here.”

“It was no trouble” Mason replied, desperately hoping he appeared as calm as you somehow did as you made your way to the staircase.

“Thanks man, you’re the best. Sleep well, sis!” he called after you.

***

Your heart rate slowly returned to normal as you finished your skincare routine. You’d heard Mason pad down the hall to his room and you were gathering the courage to knock on his door. Just as you raised your fist, his door swung open, causing you both to jump.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me” he breathed out as you clutched your chest.

“Fuck, sorry I was just about to knock.”

“I was going to see if you were still awake” he admitted, his cheeks reddening in that way that made your heart soar. He opened his door wider in invitation and you sat on the edge of his bed. A somewhat awkward silence fell as you debated what to say.

“I’m sorry” he offered and your head whipped up.

“For what?”

“If I made you uncomfortable—”

You quickly pulled him down onto the bed with you, cupping his face in your hands. “If I was uncomfortable, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“I mean, I guess but I—”

You rolled your eyes before kissing him softly. You were relieved when his hands settled on your hips, gently urging you closer to him. Safely behind his closed door, you were able to deepen the kiss how you’d wanted to in the living room. Because you weren’t uncomfortable, you were thrilled that he felt how you did.  You broke apart for air and his blue eyes met your own.

“You’re right, I should definitely talk less” he joked and you giggled, briefly ducking into the crook of his neck. “What do we do about Connor?”

“I don’t think we say anything for now, right? I mean, we don’t even know what this is” you reasoned and he nodded as your eyes met again.

“But I know what I want it to be” he whispered and traced the shape of your lips with a gentle thumb.

“Oh yeah?” you replied lightly, desperately hoping your voice was steady despite your racing pulse.

“Yeah” he smiled gently, not breaking eye contact. “I want anything and everything you’ll give me, bear.”

And that was all you needed to hear to pull him to you again.   

***

The season was in full swing and Mason attended most home games to watch from the press box while staying back to focus on rehabbing when they travelled. This schedule had left Mason and you alone for nearly a week as the team was on a roadie. Mason loved these times with you—he didn’t have to worry about keeping things out of Connor’s sight. Part of him felt guilty for hiding such a big event from his friend but he wanted to respect your wishes.  

At the moment, though, Connor was the farthest thing from his mind. It was a late Friday night and you were curled into his side on the couch, buried beneath blankets and surrounded by your favorite tealight candles following an at home dinner date.

“Do we think it’s ice cream time?” you asked, making him grin—that was your way of requesting he get up and grab some.

He jokingly pulled out his phone as if to check the time and you giggled, lightly pushing his shoulder. "Yeah, it's close enough,” he answered turning your giggle into a belly laugh that made his heart burst; he couldn’t get over how making you happy brought him such joy.

He untangled himself from your blanket cocoon, leaning down to place a kiss to your forehead before padding to the kitchen. He contemplated the freezer’s contents. “Hey bear! Do you want chocolate or cookie dough?” he called, only to be met with silence.

He waited a minute before closing the freezer and making his way back to the living room with a furrowed brow. “Bear, did you—” he began but cut himself off as he saw Connor standing next to you on the couch, confusion and hurt on his face.

“What was that you were saying, sis? That you two were just casually hanging out and I was reading into things?” Connor questioned, turning his attention to your wide eyes.

“Con, just let me—”

“No, you just lied to my face!” he argued, voice rising.

“Hey man, don’t talk to her that way” Mason stepped in, hoping to calm things down but only causing the opposite as Connor’s reddened face turned to glare at him.

“And you! I thought we were friends and this whole time you’ve been sneaking behind my back!”

“Connor, we’re adults, we’re allowed to date each other” you replied, your anger rising to meet your brother’s.

“Obviously! But to lie and hide it from me? That’s intentional and a shitty thing to do.”

“We don’t owe you an explanation!” you retorted standing up to better meet Connor’s glare.

“Would both of you take a step back? This isn’t helping anything” Mason tried, only for both of you to yell, “Stay out of it!”

“Hey!” Mason called and his raised voice seemed to shock you both into temporary silence. “I’m not staying out of it, the two of you are acting like children and I’m literally dating Y/N—this conversation involves all of us.”

“I can’t even look at you guys right now” Connor responded, storming away to his room. He returned moments later with a freshly packed bag. “I’m going to Jenna’s for tonight.”

And with that, it was just Mason and you again. A long silence filled the space between you.

“Mase, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that” you offered, your hand reaching for his. He gave it a squeeze before placing a kiss to your palm.

“I know, you two were just in bickering siblings mode. But did you want chocolate or cookie dough? I think ice cream will help us figure this out.”

***

Your leg was tapping a mile a minute as you waited for Connor to get home. You’d texted him the next morning and he’d replied rather quickly. Mason was with his trainers but you wanted to talk to your brother alone first—as much as Mason was involved, you wanted to sort things out between yourselves first to preserve the guy’s friendship. It had been your call to hide this from Connor, after all.  

The door opened and a sheepish-looking Connor soon entered the living room.

“Hi” you greeted weakly and he nodded at you before sitting beside you on the couch.

The silence dragged on until Connor finally offered, “You were right.”

“I know I am, but what about?” you replied without thinking, earning a glare.

“I was jealous that he calls you bear” he said quietly and you quickly wrapped him in a hug.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, I’m sorry” you said, genuinely meaning it. “I’m not sorry that we kept it to ourselves while we figured it out but I am sorry for lying, especially last night. That was shitty of me, I just panicked.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you” he replied and a more comfortable silence settled for a moment. “Honestly, if you’re going to end up with one of my teammates, Mason is the guy I’d pick.”

“Yeah?” you smiled and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, he’s a solid dude. When did this all start?”  

As you caught him up, time moved quickly and soon enough Mason was unlocking the front door. “Mase, we’re in here!” you called and his head nervously poked around the corner.

“Hey Dew” he greeted and you stood to give them their time. Before heading up to your room, you gave Mason a quick kiss on the cheek, whispering, “It’s okay, promise.”

***

“Are you sure this isn’t a terrible idea?” Mason asked again, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m positive” you responded, wrapping your arms around his middle and burying your face in chest. “Mini golf seems like the perfect way for you two to get competitive over nothing and erase whatever awkwardness is left.”

His laugh rumbled through his chest and you grinned. “You’re right, you’re right.”

“Duh” you replied and he lightly pushed you away. “Come on, let’s head out. Con is picking Jenna up right from practice before meeting us there.”

Several hours later, the four of you were wrapping up dinner with Connor and Mason still bickering about who played a better mini golf game. You and Jenna were basically ignoring them at this point, making plans for you to join her for a home game soon. As Jenna excused herself to use the restroom, you turned your attention to the bickering boys across the table.

Both guys’ cheeks were flushed, a dead giveaway that even though their tone was light they both cared way too much about a children’s game.

“Boys, I have an idea” you interrupted. “How about whoever brings up mini golf next has to pay for the meal? Will that get you two to talk about literally anything else?”

“Hey, this was your idea” Connor pointed out and Mason quickly jumped in. “Yeah, you literally told me a few hours ago this is what you wanted to happen.”

As Connor went to add to his friend’s point, you sighed but also felt your stomach settle. You could certainly handle them ganging up on you if it meant things were back to normal.

“Right, bear?” Connor asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“I stopped listening again and I’d say sorry but I’m not” you smirked and both guys scoffed.

“Well, we decided since mini golf was your plan to begin with, tonight’s your treat” Connor explained.

Before you could argue, Mason chimed in, “Thanks, bear!” which truly sealed your fate, tonight and beyond.

A/N: Special shout to my Shawzy anon who requsted this forever ago and was patient with me ☺️ It's different than my initial idea but I hope y'all enjoy it anyway! I'm always happy to hear any feedback 🫶🏻

(Also I fully stole the bear idea from The Bear, which you should watch okay bye)

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[afstory1988]

What is it about these two when I see them together? i just i duno, haha

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[notsoattractivearenti]

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Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

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Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

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What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith

What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper

Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)

Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

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[yudgefudge]

sorting footballers into hogwarts houses (yanited edition)

I got the idea from my friend @childishfirmino's fic wingardium guardiola that you need to go read immediately.

Gryffindor

Bruno Fernandes

Lisandro Martinez

Raphael Varane

Mason Mount

Andre Onana

Anthony Martial

Hufflepuff

Marcus Rashford

Victor Lindelof

Tyrell Malacia

Casemiro

Harry Maguire

Fred

Rasmus Hojlund

Slytherin

Jadon Sancho

Alejandro Garnacho (although I could see him in Gryffindor as well)

Diogo Dalot

Marcel Sabitzer

Facundo Pellistri

Ravenclaw

Erik Ten Hag

Luke Shaw

Aaron Wan-Bissaka

David De Gea

Sofyan Amrabat

Donny Van de Beek

Jonny Evans

I'd love to do more clubs if anyone wants to see that + explanations maybe. if you ask.

#jk rowling can get bent btw #like pls dont hit me up abt that. I will ignore you. #anyways #harry potter #hogwarts sorting #manchester united #mufc #man utd #yanited #man united

[morganwrites12672]

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Throne of Glass

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Rowan Whitehorn

The Rookie

Tim Bradford

Lucy Chen

911

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy hargrove

Jonathan Byers

Mike Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Max Mayfield

Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

Scythe

Rowan Damisch

The Inheritance Games Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Grayson Hawthorne

Jameson Hawthorne

Nash Hawthorne

MCU

Peter parker (Tom Holland)

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Peter Quill

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Matt Murdock

Lance Hunter

Bobbi Morse

Grant Ward

Leo Fitz

Lincoln Campbell

Deke Shaw

Daniel Sousa

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

The Naturals - Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Dean Redding

Michael Townsend

Divergent

Tobias/Four Eaton

Peter Hayes

Eric coulter

NCIS

Tony Dinozzo

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Non Specific

Nonspecific Female

Nonspecific Male

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People I'll write for

Some will be platonic, but sometimes I can make them not platonic. You can make couples, then I will maybe write a poly fic, or one where the couple are the parents of the reader.

WOSO

Alex Morgan

Christen Press

Ashlyn Harris

Ali Krieger

Tobin Heath

Lindsey Horan

Emily Sonnett

Kelley O'Hara

Hope Solo

Leah Williamson

Jill Roord

Jackie Groenen

Vivianne Miedema

Alexia Putellas

Jenni Hermoso

And more...

STRANGER THINGS

Max Mayfield

Eleven

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Susy

Erica Sinclair

Chrissy

Kali

Platonic

Will Byers

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Parents

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Bob Newby

Murray

MARVEL

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

Daisy Johnson

Jemma Simmons

Melinda May

Kate Bishop

Elena Rodriguez

Bobbi Morse

Sprite

Darcy Lewis

And more...

Platonic

Leo Fitz

Deke Shaw

Mack

Peter Parker

Pietro Maximoff

And more...

GLEE

Santana Lopez

Quinn Fabray

Marley Rose

Mercedes Jones

Platonic

Kurt Hummel

Noah Puckerman

Blaine Anderson

DC

Sara Lance

Zari Tarazi

Zari Tomaz

Spooner

Astra Logue

Gideon

Amaya Jiwe

Charlie

Ava Sharpe

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Maggie Sawyer

Lena Luthor

Laurel Lance

Thea Queen

Mia Queen

Dinah Drake

Felicity Smoak

Killer Frost

Caitlin Snow

Nora West-Allen

Allegra Garcia

Jesse Quick

Lois Lane

Sarah Dawes

Nyssa al Ghul

Platonic

Most of the boys in the arrowverse

CRIMINAL MINDS

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Alex Blake

Kate Cahallan

Elle Greenaway

Penelope Garcia

Platonic

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

Parent

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Jason Gideon

PITCH PERFECT

Becca Mitchell

Chloe Beale

Aubrey Posen

Emily Junk

Fat Amy

QUANTICO

Alex Parrish

Shelby Wyatt

Nimah and her Sister

DISNEY

DESCENDANTS

Mal

Evie

Uma

Audrey

TVD

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Lizzie Saltzman

Hope Mikealson

Josie Saltzman

Penelope Park

Rebekah Mikealson

Hayley Marshall

Davina Claire

Freya Mikealson

ARCANE

Jinx

Powder

Vi

Lost In Space

Penny Robinson

Judy Robinson

Platonic

Will Robinson

HUNGER GAMES

Katniss Everdeen

Foxface

Primrose Everdeen

Johanna Mason

And mkre from the 74th hunger games women

TWILIGHT

Alice Cullen

Leah Clearwater

Reneesmee Cullen

Rosalie Hale

HARRY POTTER

Ginny Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Tonks

Daphne Greengrass

Lily Evans

Platonic

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Parents

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

James Potter

Remus x Sirius

James x Lily

ZERO CHILL

Kayla

Ava Hammerstrom

Sky

GAME OF THRONES

Arya Stark

Sansa Stark

Ygritte

Brienne

Margaery Tyrell

Daenerys Targaryen

REIGN

Mary Stuart

Lola

Kenna

Greer

THE 100

Clarke Griffin

Octavia Blake

Harper

Raven Reyes

Lexa

Anya

Madi Griffin

Cobra Kai

Sam LaRusso

Top Gun

Penny Benjamin

Amelia Benjamin

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Platonic

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

'Hangman'

Parents

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell

'Iceman'

'Goose'

More To Come!

[mountsmason]

Mason Mount | England v Hungary | Qatar 2022 World Cup Qualifiers | October 12, 2021

#mason mount #england nt #why does the camera man hate mason #we got literal crumbs #can hear angry mase in the 3rd gif down #'how's that a foul' #also that gif is very hot #thinking fic ideas rn #paris my requester's block may be over #eng v hun #qatar 2022 wc qual #ft... #harry kane #john stones #jack grealish #luke shaw #tyrone mings #mountsmasongifs

[football-rambles]

Song Prompts #2

Please send me prompt and Player - Will strike off when it is taken!

Update: I will only accept mason mount request if you request a different song listed as just to give a fair chance to other players. Hope you understand. <3

Heartbreak Anthem - Little Mix and Glantis - Mason Mount

‘Hello, it's me, your ex I called to say not sorry, but I wish you the best and I don't hold no grudges, promise this ain't a test we okay?, we okay?’

I Don’t Care - Delta Goodrem - Mason Mount

‘I don't care what they say, I don't care what they do, they can lock me up forever, try to stop me loving you.’

Dancing with A broken Heart - Delta Goodrem

‘Fight fire with fire the truth to a liar I'm going higher dancing with a broken heart’

Why - Shawn Mendes - John Stones

‘Why do we put each other through hell? Why can't we just get over ourselves?’

We Don’t Talk Anymore - Charlie Puth & Selena Gomez - Mason Mount

‘We don't talk anymore like we used to do’

Nice to Meet You - Niall Horan - Kalvin Phillips

‘Nice to meet ya, what's your name? Let me treat ya to a drink’

Cross your Mind - Niall Horan John Stones

‘Love the way you hurt me and it doesn't even cross your mind’

You Got it All - Union J - Jadon Sancho

‘So don't you change a thing cause I like everything about you’

Crutch - Set It Off - Declan Rice

‘Baby you use me I'm just your crutch, I don't know how long I can hold you up.’

Hurt People - Jack and Jack - Luke Shaw

‘Guess we're used to the pain everybody heart breaking hungover, love wasted it's too much we can't take it’

Lucky - Britney Spears  Mason Mount

‘She is so lucky, but why does she cry?’

Lose you to love me - Selena Gomez - Mason Mount

‘And now the chapter is closed and done, and now it's goodbye, it's goodbye for us.’

Dancing with a Stranger - Sam Smith and Normani Leon Goretzka

‘Look what you made me do, I'm with somebody new’

Extra Requests:

Champagne Problems - Jack Grealish

Favourite crime - Mason Mount

Mercy - Declan Rice

Personal - Mason Mount

Fade - Mason Mount

Players I write For can be found here

However would love to write some England NT Players but doesn't have too

Bonus points if someone requests Declan Rice or Calum chambers, or even Luke Shaw but I'm a hoe for Dec.. at any point and this is not me begging...

Also any other songs you want? These are just ones I wanna write about but open to suggestions.

And Finally...

Another Poll! For a series, to start writing in August. please vote here.

Also don’t be afraid to request. Please remember I do not write smut.

#football one shots #england football #Football Fanfiction #football imagines #football imagine #football oneshots #football one shot #football fanfiction #luke shaw #england nt #football fic #declan rice #jack grealish #kalvin phillips #dcl #mason mount #ben chilwell

[wildrangers]

Who I Write For & Masterlist // NHL

Players (organized by teams)

Anaheim Ducks

Jamie Drysdale

Trevor Zegras

Buffalo Sabres

Erik Johnson*

{Setting the Scene}

Tyson Jost

Devon Levi

JJ Peterka

Mattias Samuelsson

Jeff Skinner

Carolina Hurricanes

Pyotr Kochetkov

Andrei Svechnikov

Colorado Avalanche

Alexander Georgiev

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Minnesota Wild

Matt Boldy*

{Summer Lovin'}

Jonas Brodin

Joel Eriksson Ek

Mason Shaw*

{The Bear Dilemma}

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

Arber Xhekaj

New Jersey Devils

Jack Hughes*

{Can This Be a Real Thing, Can It?}

Nico Hischier*

{If It's Meant to Be}

Timo Meier*

{Sweet Like Cinnamon} (Summer Fic Exchange 2k23)

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal

New York Rangers

Will Cuylle*

{Millenium Falcon}

Alexis Lafrenière

Ryan Lindgren*

{If You're a Bird, I'm a Bird}

{Say Don't Go}

{Warrior}

K’Andre Miller

Jimmy Vesey

Ottowa Senators

Josh Norris

Tim Stutzle

Seattle Kraken

Vince Dunn

Toronto Maple Leafs

Auston Matthews

William Nylander

{The Planets and the Fates and All the Stars Aligned} (Winter Fic Exchange 2k24)

{"Slut!"}

Joseph Woll

Vancouver Canucks

Anthony Beauvillier

Elias Pettersson*

{Home} (Winter Fic Exchange 2k23)

Quinn Hughes*

{Oh Captain, My Captain}

Notes: Feel free to request someone that's not listed, I just may not be super familiar with them. Also, I don't write for anyone under 21 or who is married.

23-24 Update: If a player is crossed out, I've previously published for them but will not be doing so moving forward.

#nhl blurb #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfic #minnesota wild imagine #minnesota wild blurb #new jersey devils blurb #new jersey devils imagine #new york rangers blurb #new york rangers imagine #vancouver canucks imagine #vancouver canucks blurb #toronto maple leafs blurb #toronto maple leafs imagine #buffalo sabres imagine #buffalo sabres blurb #seattle kraken imagine #seattle kraken blurb

[blondie20000]

Blondie’s Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist. 😁

Some of the fics are categorised into collections. Click on the collection and it will reveal a list of fics.

Football

Jack Grealish x Reader Collection

Mason Mount x Reader Collection

It Takes Three to Tango - Jack Grealish x Reader x Mason Mount (No Slash, smut)

Morning Swim - Ben Chilwell x Reader (Smut)

The Vampire Diaries

Wait No More - Damon Salvatore x Bonnie Bennett (Smut)

Fast and Furious 

Can you Dance - Luke Hobbs x Hattie Shaw (Slight smut)

DC

Birthday Boy - Billy Batson x Diana Prince (Smut)

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Collection

The Last of Us

Strictly Business - Joel Miller x Reader (Smut)

Jumper

Everywhere - David Rice x Reader (Smut)

One Chicago

Best Course of Treatment- Crockett Marcel x Reader (Smut)

Work and Play - Kelly Severide x Reader (Smut)

Marvel

Steggy Collection - Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Sylki Collection - Loki x Sylvie

Bucklena Collection - Bucky Barnes x Yelena Belova

Loki TV Show Collection - Gen Fics

Green Goddess - Bucky Barnes x Jennifer Walters (Smut)

Moon Rider - Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly x Steven Grant (Smut)

Actions Speak Louder than Words - Loki x Wanda Maximoff (Smut)

Love Never Dies - Stephen Strange x Wanda Maximoff (Smut)

Lucifer

The Devil’s Twin - Lucifer Morningstar x Chloe Decker (Angst, slight smut)

Supernatural

Chestervelle Collection - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Deonna Collection - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Michaen Collection - Dean Winchester x Michael

SamJess Collection - Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore

Saileen Collection - Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy

Gabrena Collection- Rowena MacLeod x Gabriel

Ketchwena Collection- Arthur Ketch x Rowena MacLeod

AU Michael x Reader Collection

SPN Gen One Shot Collection

The Walking Dead

A New Beginning - Daryl Dixon, Negan, Judith Grimes, Lydia, Carol Peletier (Friendship, family) 

Crossovers:

Chasing Ghosts: Supernatural & Criminal Minds - Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner (Action, Gen)

Cell Mate: Supernatural & Prison Break - Michael Scofield, Dean Winchester (Friendship, Gen)

When Nathan met Bela: Supernatural & Uncharted (Video game version) - Nathan Drake x Bela Talbot (Smut)

The Devil and The Goddess of Mischief: Loki & Lucifer - Sylvie, Lucifer Morningstar (Family, friendship)

Every Queen needs Their King: Marvel & Supernatural - Loki x Abaddon (Some smut, angst, dark fic)

The Unusual Suspect: Barbie & Lucifer - Ken, Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker, Ella Lopez (Humour)

Multichapter/Series

Supernatural

Series multichapter

Cutie Pie Universe

Who is a Wee Cutie Pie? (Complete)

I Put a Spell on You (A bonus chapter. Complete)

Special Delivery (Sequel one shot. Complete)

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Sequel, one shot. Complete)

Dean says yes to our Michael

One Time Deal (Book 1 complete)

Nothing Else Matters (Book 2 complete)

Family First (Book 3 currently in progress)

The Bad Place Series (Crossover The Walking Dead)

The Bad Place (Complete)

All Out War (Sequel currently in progress)

ScoobyNatural (Crossover Scooby Doo)

Sam and Dean Where are you? (Complete)

Scooby Doo in the Real World (Sequel complete)

HalloNatural series (Crossover Halloween)

HalloNatural (Complete)

HalloNatural 2: The Revenge of Michael Myers (Sequel complete)

The French Mistake Series

The French Mistake 2: An Archangel Nightmare (Complete)

The Heavenly Mistake (Sequel complete)

Sizeshifter Dean

A Change in a Man (Complete)

An Officer and a Brit (A bonus one shot. Complete)

The Winchester Clause Universe (Crossover The Santa Clause)

The Winchester Clause (Complete)

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Bonus one shot. Complete)

Mutilchapter

Your Wish is my Command (Crossover Aladdin. Complete)

My Dear Sam (Complete)

Red Rose (Complete)

Black (Complete)

The Savior (Currently in progress)

The Price you Pay (Currently in progress)

Witch Hunter (Crossover Charmed reboot. Currently in progress)

#fanfiction #Football Fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #prison break fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #last of us fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #uncharted fanfiction #fast and furious fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #aladdin fanfiction #charmed 2018 fanfiction #chicago med fanfiction #chicago fire fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. A window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

EEEEEEK here's part two!!! Part two sees more of Amelia's beautiful brain, the love she has for her team, and her brother, & her friendship with Kyle Walker. Hope you guys love it as much as i do - please let me know what you think - i'd love to hear from you all!

Love always,

Steph xx

UPDATE as of 31/07: I've made some additional editing changes due to some feedback about the confusion between ben white (her brother) and ben chilwell (not her brother LOL). Nothing has been added to the story, just the addition of either surname has been added where i think it could be more straightforward - for future readers!

Part 2. | seconda parte

warnings; none - just a whole lot of feels.

word count; 1469

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Wednesday 28/07 5pm AEST. Updates are twice weekly (Sunday & Wednesday)!

Tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex

link to fic masterlist here

11 July 2021 | The Final Match.

The players for both national teams lined up side by side down the tunnel. Chiellini & Kane, both confident in their teams ability, captaining with great authority and mentorship for the ten men stood behind them. Amelia stood at the back of the tunnel, watching the scene ahead of her. Her dad, walking up the centre aisle between the two teams, shaking the hands of his players, confident in his preparation. A gentle hand to her brother's shoulder, saying everything it needs to say. It was the same hand that rubbed the back of her neck as he walked past, communicating the same thing. Go your hardest, you’re ready for this.

It was her turn, she started at the back of the line, and in true Italian style, a kiss was placed to both cheeks of every player up the line. When she reached Jorginho, a player she came to appreciate for his technical mindset and intellectual approach to the game, she kissed his cheek and turned to the player opposite him - her brother, who was trying his hardest to face forward and pay his little sister no mind. She knew what he was doing, but she wasn’t as heartless as the rest of the England squad probably perceived her to be. Reaching out, she rubbed her hand along the back of his neck, just as her father did to her, leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before continuing down the line of her players to the front. Shaking hands with Gareth Southgate, who no doubt had come to realise who the girl was in relation to his team, and a kiss to both cheeks of Mr Mancini, she walked out and took her place on the bench, ready for the game of her life.

120 minutes of football later.

Life is both beautiful and cruel. Whilst she hadn’t anticipated the early goal from Shaw, Amelia had predicted every play by the english and made sure her team was there waiting for them to turn and run. They knew to never let Harry Kane have the space to move the ball, to make sure Mason Mount was marked at all times and to pay attention to the silky smooth skills of Raheem Sterling. They knew that every player on the english side had the talent and skill to shoot and score, no matter if they're a striker or full back. In the end, the endless taunts from the british crowd and constant reminder of “it’s coming home” only fuelled the Italians further and pushed them harder, to their limits. Eventually both sides met with equal force and completed extra time at a draw, leading to penalties. All of Amelia’s preparation with Gianluigi Donnarumma would present itself now. She went over the preferred sides of the penalty takers she presumed would be stepping up for their country, and reminded him of all he has achieved & what there is still left to be done. After all, they are the masters of their own fate.

Donnarumma’s block of Bukayo Saka’s penalty rattled her bones and sent a chill down her spine. They had done it. The boys had finally brought football back to Rome for the first time since 1968, and while she can’t take all of the credit, she knows she single handedly played a part in this victory. As soon as happiness filled her body, guilt and sadness flooded her heart. She had been part of the problem that caused her brother so much pain. Her dad knew how to handle rejection, this wasn't his first rodeo, and could see with an open mind just how they had managed to achieve greatness. But her brother had truly believed they had it, that football was coming home to England.

After being surrounded by her boys, cheering and hugging her, screaming in relief that they had done it, Amelia took a step back and took a deep breath in. Looking over to the players in white consoling each other with looks of understanding and pats on the back, hugging those with the unfortunate fate of missing their penalties, she found her brother.

_____________________________________________________________

Squatting down with his elbows resting on his knees and hands covering part of his face, his eyes showing disbelief that the moment had escaped them. Jordan Henderson, the figurative big brother to my big brother, leaning down whispering what one can only assume is words of encouragement and strength to him. A voice to my right startles me, not because I wasn't used to the noise, but because it was a voice I haven't heard directed at me with anything other than venom in a very long time.

“He wants you to be there for him, don’t ever think for a second that he doesn’t want you around.” Kyle Walker speaks into the open, whilst looking around at the fans still in the stadium. The fans behind us right now would be watching with speculation, wondering why the english player is talking to an italian so soon after defeat.

“I don’t think he doesn’t want me around, i just don’t think he wants me around right now” I spoke back, trying to reason with myself and Kyle as to why i haven't gone up and offered my condolences to my brother.

“I think the only thing that can pull him out of this is you. He was beating himself up last night after your argument, and while he turned it into motivation for today, it's still weighing on his conscience. He’s happy for you, we aren't that mean so as to deny him the pleasure of being proud of his little sister...even if she is working for the enemy”

“You’ve always been one to be the voice of reason, whilst still being the clown I grew up to know and love”

“Does this mean we’re friends again? I’m sorry about last night” Kyle admitted.

“Last night wasn’t what ended our friendship...we stopped being friends the day you left Spurs.” I joked back to Kyle. I turned to look at his over-expressed shocked face and walked backwards a few steps while giggling, before turning and sauntering over to my brother who was now surrounded by some more teammates. Upon seeing me and noticing my solemn expression, finding comfort in the fact that I wasn't there to rub my win in their faces, the boys left my brother to himself.

I stood there, staring into the eyes of my brother, who after a few minutes reached out and pulled me into him as though I was a life raft and he was stranded in the ocean. We stood there, hugging, saying everything we needed to say through the way we were gripping to the backs of each other's team colours.

“I am so proud of you, you put up one hell of a fight Ben. Certainly made my job harder” I spoke into his shirt. He was the taller of the two, but I wasn't that short. Almost immediately after, I felt him push more weight onto me and sink a bit lower so he was in my neck, shedding a few tears he didn't want seen by those around us. Not even 5 seconds later, he stood up straight, wiping his eyes and offering me a smile.

“God, I wish you weren’t better at your job than I am at mine” he joked back to me. I smiled up at him, shaking my head.

“I would say you’re wrong but the medal that's about to be around my neck would say otherwise” i joke back with him. I was not about to dull my sparkle for someone else's sun to shine, whether he is my brother or not.

“We have to talk about everything that went down last night but i’ll let you enjoy your night with your team” Ben says as we turn and begin to walk toward the stage being set up for the ceremony.

“Thanks Ben, family dinner on Sunday? Tell your friends to come, you and i both know mum will have enough food to feed everyone without even trying”

“Of course, I'll put it in the lads chat & see who’s still around. Kyle will see it in our family chat - who even put him in there anyway!?”

“Honestly...I think it was mum. You know she loves her son, Kyle.”

As I walk back to my team, and into the arms of Fede and Jorginho who wrap me up in an Italian flag and start jumping around, I can't help but smile and laugh at my amazing life. Who knows what the future has to hold, but for tonight, the azzurri are the champions of europe and the trophy is coming home, to Rome.

Part 3. | parte terza

#football imagine #football fic #jadon sancho #ben chilwell #mason mount #declan rice #kalvin phillips #ben white #jack grealish #tyron mings #connor coady #kyle walker #jordan henderson #dele allí #eric dier #ben chilwell imagine #jack grealish imagine #mason mount imagine #football one shot #tyrone mings imagine #x reader #a family affair fic #steph writes #stephspurs #italian national team #jorginho #federico bernardeshci #federico chiesa #jorginho imagine

[elz08]

hi , iread your 1st fic it was good , do u write for cristian pulisic

Hi. Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. It means a lot. I wasn't expecting everyone to like it mainly because not that many people like Ben Chilwell in that way but I know some people would be interested in it.

Players I write about. (⚠️these are the ones when I have no requests. Ask for any player in requests⚠️) :

° Jack Grealish

° James Maddison

° Luke Shaw

° Declan Rice

° Mason Mount

° Ben Chilwell

° Kai Havertz

° Harry Kane

° Jordan Pickford

° Kyle Walker

° John Stones

° Emile Smith Rowe

° Kalvin Phillips

° Phil Foden

People I don't write about :

° Anyone over the age of 40

° Any football managers. This includes them talking in it

° Any players that haven't played in the Premier league

Remember you can ask for other football players from the Premier league in the requests and I will answer it. Also please ask what fic you would like me to write about. E.g: Smut, anything like that.

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Character Roster & Guidelines

AO3 Link

Kofi Link

For my Character Masterlist, Click Here!

Character Roster:

Ash Williams

Beetlejuice

Billy Lenz

Blind Mag

The Blissfield Butcher/Quentin Shermer

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Carrie White

Charles Lee Ray

Chatterer

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans

The Collector/Asa Emory

The Djinn/Nathanial Demerest

Doom Head

The Driller Killer/Johnny

Freddy Krueger

Ghostface (Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Danny Johnson)

The Grabber/Albert Shaw

Grave Robber

Hannibal Lecter

Harry Warden

Jason Voorhees

Leslie Vernon

The Lost Boys (poly or just one boy)

Luigi Largo

Mary Mason

Michael Myers

Nancy Downs

Otis Driftwood

Pavi Largo

Philip K. Decker

Pinhead 

Pyramid Head

Sam Wescott (You Might be the Killer)

Thomas Hewitt

Tiffany Valentine

Victor Frankenstein (Peter Cushing)

Vincent Sinclair

More characters will eventually be added to the list and you’re always welcome to request a horror movie for me to watch/character you would like to see added and I will check them out <3 I will also make sure to reblog this list when I add new characters <3

Guidelines for Requests:

I’m mostly going to be focused on headcanons and scenarios for these characters. I focus on character x reader scenarios and I am not interested in writing ship pairings. I won’t be asking for requests for longer fics though if I decide I want to turn a scenario into a fic I’ll post it on my main blog and then reblog it here. Though please don’t ask for certain scenarios to become fics, it really depends on my motivation and how busy I am with stuff.

There isn’t much I won’t write, and if you are wondering if I will write for a certain prompt/kink you are always more than welcome to ask. Some things that I won’t write are incest, pedophilia, DD/lg (I will write daddy kink just not DD/lg), strong non-con themes (I write dub-con but I won’t write really graphic non-con scenarios), or any sort of piss/scat.

I will write fluff, angst, and smutty scenarios, SFW and NSF/W. I will also try my best to write scenarios as gender neutral unless specifically asked for something else. I will also warn properly for specific kinks or for some dub-con/rough sex content so you can avoid that content if you wish. Again, I’m pretty much open to any scenario and I’m a pretty kinky person so I’m down to hear the weird kinks you want to indulge in. If there’s something that I’m not comfortable with I will let you know but other than my specific don’t list I’m down for anything.

While I do write angst, I’m not comfortable writing anything that involves people dying or being mortally in danger, I’m fine with more mild requests like “reader got hurt” but the best thing I can suggest is to ask if that’s okay and if I give you the okay then it’s fine. Sorry I can’t be more specific but it’s kind of hard to know what will make me uncomfortable unless I encounter it.

#slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #horror slashers #character roster

[amydancepants-peralta]

sweater weather

Surprise, Kasia @kamekamelea!  I am your writer for @b99fandomevents Fall Fic Exchange ... and I’ve rolled with your prompt of adapting the lyrics of Sweater Weather, by The Neighbourhood.   I really, really hope you enjoy!  

sweater weather (also on AO3)

Jake’s hands tap impatiently along the edge of his car’s steering wheel as he makes his way downtown, his eyes turning to the clock on the dashboard at regular intervals.  The roads are relatively quiet, and staring at the numbers one more time, his foot presses a little harder on the accelerator.

He was running a little late, because he always was, but this time Jake had the legitimacy of a work-related issue up his sleeve.  The perp that he and Boyle had been building up a case on had, in a moment of what the criminal Kaminski called weakness, but Jake and Charles called stupidity, decided to rob the bodega around the corner from their precinct, in the middle of the day.  There had been so many credible eye-witnesses, most of whom worked within the nine-nine, that compiling statements had taken much longer than either of them had anticipated.  So much so, that time completely ran away from Jake, and if he hadn’t glanced at his watch half an hour ago, his tardiness could have been a lot worse.

This afternoon was another Santiago family gathering - this time to celebrate Amy’s niece Mariela, who was turning seven.  Thanksgiving was only a few weeks away, and he and Amy were hosting the family meal this year - their first time hosting together as husband and wife.  There were notes and binders and recipes on every surface of their apartment, all in aid of Amy’s carefully scheduled preparation of the meal, and he would move hell and high water to make sure nothing about this year’s gathering would end in disaster.  

A smile begins to appear on Jake’s face as he thinks about his wife - about the woman that not so long ago would have appeared way out of his league.  There was a time when Thanksgiving - hell, all of the holidays, really - represented nothing but just another reminder of everything he didn’t have.  But now, with Amy, he had a family.  And what’s more, he had hope.

The sun catches his wedding ring when he swivels the car into park and he fiddles with the band, ring twisting as he checks his appearance quickly in the rearview mirror.  Even after all these years, he still wanted to look his best for his in-laws - and being late and unkempt would only set him back from the recovery he’d made since the evening of ‘and another thing’.  Adjusting the collar of the sweater he’d thrown on back at the precinct, Jake gives his reflection a quick shrug, locking up and heading towards the party.

There was a slight downwards slope in the park the Santiagos had chosen for their festivities, giving Jake a vantage point as he approached.  The sound of fallen leaves crunching underneath his sneakers was soon drowned out by the contagious squeals of children playing, familiar voices calling out ‘Tag, you’re it!’ as they race around the playground attached to the picnic area.  He spots Amy quickly, her smile standing out amongst the other adults as she pushes one of her nephews on a swing, and Jake feels tiny butterflies begin to hatch in his stomach at the sight.  One day, someday soon, that might be Amy with a child of their own.  

Seventeen weeks and one day ago, he and Amy had been at Shaw’s, enjoying some post-work drinks - which in itself was nothing particularly momentous.  And to this day he can’t explain it, but one minute he was at the bar ordering drinks for himself and his wife, and the next minute he was turning around, watching her laugh with friends, and he knew.  

That it was time.  For them to start trying - to actively attempt to start a family of their own.  It was as non-sensical as a crossword puzzle leaning him towards marriage, but this epiphany was as strong as the last.  He’d pulled her from the bar less than an hour later, waiting until they were in the comfort of the four walls of their home before telling her how he felt.  Her smile could have lit up the night sky, and by the same time the next day, there was a carefully laid out binder taking pride of place on the desk in their bedroom.

And sure - there was definitely an added bonus to Mega Organised Sexy Times, if only for it’s guaranteed increase in regularity (not that there was ever any problem in that department).  But there was more to it than that.  There had always been love between them - even in their most passionate moments, it was still about making love.  Now, there was this added sense of anticipation - that maybe this time would be the right time, and that soon their family of two would become three.   He’d be lying if he said that his fears had gone away completely - but he knew, more than anything, that this was his chance to fight away his doubts.  Break the cycle, and prove to himself - and anybody that cared to listen - that he was not his father.

As he nears closer Amy looks up from her nephew, face lighting up in a bright smile when she notices his arrival.  She’s wearing the same dress she wore to the moonlight cinema last month (the selfie of them at sunset still holding prime position as his lock screen), covered in a denim jacket he’s seen a hundred times before, but she still manages to surprise him with her beauty.  And he hopes that his heart never fails to skip a beat like it has right now, as she relegates Swing Pushing duty to somebody else before heading in Jake’s direction. 

It occurs to him as he slows down his pace, meeting her halfway, that he had always loved the idea of holding the world within the palm of his hand, but nobody could ever have told him that the world would one day come in the shape of just one person.  

Amy leans in for a kiss when she’s finally in front of him, wrinkling her nose when she pulls away, and he knows its because of the Pumpkin Spice latte he had earlier at work.  Jake loved the drink, and she decidedly did not, and the first time he’d had it after they had started dating, it had led to her instigating a Total Kiss Ban.  It had lasted a total of three hours.  The compromise, as so declared that day, was a compulsory follow-up mint, and he pats the empty pocket of his jacket in way of apology.  

The wrinkled nose smooths and she gives him an affectionate eye roll, one hand moving from his neck to his shoulder.  “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“No place I’d rather be, babe.  I’m sorry time ran away from me, though.”

Her hair swings with the breeze as she shakes her head.  “I heard about Kaminski from one of my officers.  Hard to believe he could have been so brazen.”

“Idiotic is the word I prefer to use.”

She giggles, and no matter how many times he hears it, he still feels a flush of pride run through him.  “Same, same.” she responds with a smile. 

He’s about to ask her how everything was going when nine-year-old Mason comes running up to them, the dirt smeared across his face doing nothing to conceal his smile.  “Tio Jake, Tio Jake!  You gotta come see this fort me and Josh made!”

“A fort?  Heck yeah, I gotta see this!”  Jake feels Amy’s hand slide down his arm with a quick squeeze as he follows Mason towards the pre-built picnic table area, where an obvious extension fortified by spare chairs and blankets had been created.  There’s a sense of fulfilment that runs through him whenever he gets called Tio Jake - for the longest time, he had been certain that he would never been anybody’s Tio.  And honestly, he’s never been happier to be proven wrong.

His hand lifts one of the layers of the fort (only a Santiago gathering in at outside space could result in such an abundance of blankets), eyes widening at the contents inside - action figures! there are SO many action figures in here! - and he turns to Mason with a grin.  “This is awesome!”

“Yah-huh!” He nods in agreement, grabbing Jake by the hand and pulling him into the fort with little regard for the height difference between Jake and the roof’s structure.  Quickly, Jake ducks to his knees, desperate to avoid anything that could compromise the integrity of such great craftsmanship.  

It’s another half hour before Mason and three other Santiago children Jake had been playing with are called away from the fort, tiny legs racing towards the central table at the promise of pumpkin pie.  Retreating from the fort, Jake talks to David briefly, trying his best not to notice the perfectly grown moustache Amy’s brother had begun to grow in support of Movember, simultaneously squashing any secret plans he had to try and grow his own.  Despite Amy’s not-so-secret love for them, there’s no way he could cultivate such a look (besides, the undercover department of the NYPD actually had some perfectly acceptable fakes that were readily at his disposal).

Amy rescues him shortly after, deftly brushing off conversation of David’s upcoming Captain exam by telling him that their mother needed him for a specific duty.  He departs in a haste, and she winks at Jake as he leaves, whispering that no such job exists, but she could tell that he’d had his fill of David for the day.  She drops a chaste kiss to his lips, and Jake knew that she loved that he wasn’t the biggest fan of David’s, purely because she wasn’t.

A cool breeze cuts through the surrounding trees, their limbs bending to submission while the once swept-up leaves begin to break free of their piles, and Amy shivers slightly.  Instinctively Jake wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer and smiling as she eagerly snuggles her head into his chest.  Her face burrows into the fabric of his sweater, chest expanding as she breathes him in, and Jake’s smile grows bigger at the sight.  He can still remember their first night together, how amazing she looked with her head against his pillow, the tiniest of smiles on her face as she mumbled that it smelled of him.  He knew he was a goner then, and he still is now.  

Amy lifts her head, blushing when she realises she’s been caught out, and Jake throws her a wink, tightening his grip around her shoulders.  This was his favourite time of the year, the cooler air inviting snuggles at all hours of the day.  Lazy sleep-ins wrapped up together encouraged - if not demanded - by his drowsy wife.  Hot chocolates on the regular, extra marshmallows floating along the top of his mug without prompting.  

The idea that someone like him could have moments like those for the rest of his life, still seemed crazy.  But Amy was the only person Jake could imagine building a life with.  

There had been a lot of opportunities, over the past few years, to worry about what was to come.  Speed-bumps that had been thrown at them by the universe:  tests that came in multiple forms, all with the same purpose of pointing out what they already knew - that no matter what happened, Jake and Amy would always have each other.

He’d spent countless hours with his toes digging into the sand of the beaches of Florida, back turned from the world he refused to an active part of.  Kept his eyes trained on the coastline, forever wishing that a way to walk on water would present itself on command.  If there was ever a chance to walk away and start all over again, it was in that overheated state with it’s ridiculously cold pizza.  But whenever Jake felt at his lowest, his mind would turn to Amy, and how he knew she would be working on solving their case right at that very moment, and the memory of her smile - the one reserved for solving the most frustrating of puzzles - became his calm in the storm.  

And so he waited, for six long months.  And she never left his mind for a minute.

The brick walls of the prison cell that made up his home for eight weeks had been cool to the touch, the bricks just porous enough for Jake to be able to feel the anguish cries of previous residents whenever his hands rested against them.  This time, he had two photos of Amy to keep him centred, positioned by his side just as she would have been at home, and by the time his freedom had been restored he had committed to memory every single pixel.  And then, by the grace of all that is good, the real thing was standing in front of him in Shaw’s, offering to buy a free man a drink, and he knew that their forever needed to start as soon as possible.

And now, they were on the cusp of starting life’s biggest adventure together.  There was so much left unknown about what their future could bring - one child, or many (although Amy drew the line at replicating her and her seven brothers).  Perhaps they would raise a family of crime-fighting geniuses - the perfect combination of his determination and her brilliant mind forging an unstoppable team of protectors of justice.  Or maybe they would be creators - dancers, chefs, singers and writers … all or none of the above, there was one thing that Jake knew that they would be.  And that was happy.

Moving behind Amy, Jake takes advantage of their height difference by wrapping his arms around her, pulling her back closer to his chest as they stand together, watching the Santiago cousins retreat from their parents and return to playtime.  Amy’s hands are quick to rest against his, and even quicker to retreat under the cuffs of his sweater, soft fingers brushing against his skin, seeking warmth.  He lets out a soft chuckle, burying his nose into her hair as she squeezes her hands around each forearm, and his grip tightens ever so slightly.  

Perhaps if he had known while in that strange Floridian universe where ATVs were standard modes of transportation and his hair represented a porcupine; that afternoons like this were waiting for him in the not too distant future, he would have tried a little harder to play the role of Larry Sherbert.  Or maybe he would have jumped onto the next flight to New York, Figgis be damned, denying the universe any chance to keep them apart when together was so much better.

There are just some things he’ll never really know for sure.  His future with Amy was not one of them.  

Her thumb begins tracing patterns along the edge of Jake’s arm, and Amy’s touch brings Jake’s head back out from the clouds, focusing on the present as he hums in contentment.  

“It’s a pretty great view, isn’t it?” Amy asks, the smile on her face growing as she watches her niece Amelia tackle an unsuspecting Mason from behind.

Jake cranes his neck, watching his wife watch the children play, and her smile makes his.  “The best,” he replies, and the tone in his voice makes her turn slightly until their eyes meet.  Her face turns red as she blushes, one hand sneaking out from underneath his sleeves, pulling on the zipped edge of his jacket until they join in the middle for a gentle kiss.  

She sighs softly as they part, hand quickly returning to it’s original position as Jake rests his head against Amy’s.  They’re silent for a long moment, before his wife breaks the silence.

“You want to go back down to the fort, don’t you?”

His lips twist into a grin.  “I really do.”

She laughs, the sound of her giggles vibrating through to Jake’s chest as she pulls away from their cuddle.  “Go on, then!”

“You’re the best Ames,  iloveyousomuchokaybyeee!”  His hands squeeze hers quickly as they part, throwing her his happiest smile as he runs back towards Fort Santiago.

* * * *

Amy watches with a contented smile as her husband chases her nieces and nephews around the park, their excited screams bubbling into laughter as they near the now impressively large fort.  There were a lot of things for her to be thankful for this coming Thanksgiving, but having Jake in her life was always going to be the top of her list.

She flicks the inside of her wrist slightly, eyeing off the time displayed on her watch’s face, and begins to plan their polite exit within the hour.  This afternoon had been great, and time with her family was always important, but her period was five days late and there were nine different brands of pregnancy tests burning a hole in her purse.  She wanted to go home, sit with her husband on the floor of their bathroom, and find out together if all the things they had been dreaming for were finally about to come true.

She’d never been one for big adventures, until Jake had stumbled into her life, and now she can’t think of anything greater.  Because with him by her side, she could take on anything.

The two of them were about to become three - she could feel it in her heart of hearts - and Amy couldn’t wait for their adventure to begin.  

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(do you take fic prompts? can i garcy prompt you five times lucy tried to climb flynn like a tree and the one time she succeeded)

Nonny I want you to know sincerely from the bottom of my heart this is the best fic prompt ever and I love you so very much.

NSFW so below the cut!

1.

Their first kiss was not where Lucy would have wanted it to be.

When she pictured it in her head, she pictured them in a lot of places, but most importantly, she pictured them alone.

But she’d thought Flynn was dead, truly gone, and after all they’d lost, she couldn’t--she just--she was crumbling beneath the weight of it all, the world and her very bones cracking and shattering, and so when Flynn had emerged from the Lifeboat, looking dazed and bloody but very much alive...

She’d just launched herself at him.

Flynn caught her automatically, stumbling, wincing in pain but keeping her gathered close to him, responding to the insistent push and pull of her mouth as she kissed him.

Oh, God, she was--she wanted him, needed him, this wasn’t how she’d planned to tell him but she loved him and she was dragging him into the bedroom right this goddamn second--it had been building between them, a silent mutual understanding but neither of them had been willing to cross that line, Flynn out of respect and her out of fear, and now--

Flynn made a noise of pain and yanked his mouth away, his breathing harsh and heavy. “Lucy--”

“He cracked three ribs,” Rufus said, emerging from the Lifeboat. “Let the man breathe, and someone get him to the med room, I think the making out can wait.”

“Oh, it can?” Jiya said innocently.

Rufus got the distinct look on his face of a man who knows he has just played himself and can’t do anything about it.

Lucy wanted to say hang it all and kiss Flynn again, and then wrap her legs around his waist and grind against him until they both came and that was just to start, but... logic must prevail. She was in love, not stupid.

She slid back down (when had her feet left the floor?) but got a death grip on Flynn’s hand, helping him get to the med room so Wyatt and Denise could patch him up.

2.

They agreed to take things slow.

Which was a good thing. Lucy had jumped so quickly into sex with Wyatt for a number of reasons, all of which had seemed valid at the time but ultimately boiled down to I nearly committed suicide two weeks ago and my mother’s evil and you’re all I have left and, well. That wasn’t healthy of her.

She wanted to do better with Flynn. And she wasn’t complaining about the cuddling, the falling asleep on his chest, the tight hugs, the dancing together when Mason put on his records, or the long, slow, heated kissing sessions that stoked a steady burn up her spine.

It was just that Flynn was also six foot four of sex and she wanted to save a horse, dammit.

So this time--well. It had been a month, that was slow enough, right?

Right.

They were supposedly watching a movie, but in reality Lucy had climbed onto Flynn’s lap ten minutes ago and was now sitting back to the television, her legs spread, rolling her hips slowly as he kissed down her neck and mmm, God, yes, this was--

“Oh, hey, are there any of those cookies left becaaaaaaeeeyyyy, guys,” Rufus said, course-correcting his sentence with a tone of mingled embarrassment and horror.

Flynn pulled his mouth away from Lucy’s pulse point and turned to glare absolute daggers at Rufus, who held up his hands in sheepish apology.

Lucy was about ready to kill him too. Then--

“Oh, hey, I love this one,” Mason said, following Rufus and spotting the film. “Robert Shaw. A true legend.”

Lucy asked God for patience as Mason sat down because if God gave her strength, she’d punch him. “Nice of you to join us.”

Flynn sighed heavily and Lucy turned around, snuggling into his side instead, his arm draped around her shoulders.

Dammit.

3.

When she’d suggested that Flynn join her in the shower the next morning, she had been gratified when the response was, “Lucy if I ever say no to that I want you to shoot me with my least-favorite revolver.”

Which was how she ended up dragging her nails down his bare chest as Flynn slid his tongue into her mouth, one hand tugging playfully at her hair. Fuck yes. She was going to get fucked against the shower wall and there was nothing--

“Hey!” There was banging on the door. “It’s been twenty minutes, stop using all the hot water!” Wyatt yelled.

“I will dump your ass in fucking Constantinople during the Crusades and leave you there!” Lucy yelled back.

Flynn, however, pulled away. “We do have to conserve the water.”

Lucy narrowed her eyes at him. “Et tu, Brutus?”

4.

Flynn was baking, which tended to happen when he was stressed.

Lucy was sitting on the counter, stealing cake batter when his back was turned.

“Oops,” she noted, ‘accidentally’ getting some on her chest. “Spilled some.”

Flynn wordlessly passed her a paper towel, not looking up from the recipe book.

Lucy cleared her throat. “Don’t you want to help me clean it up?”

“Why?” Flynn asked, in that manner that she used to think was purposefully abrasive but she now knew was actually his genuine confusion born out of a complete inability to know when someone was flirting with him.

Lucy sighed as Jiya came around the corner, eyes wide, chirping, “cake!?”

“Never mind,” she said, taking the paper towel from Flynn.

Dammit.

5.

It had been two months and she had yet to fuck her boyfriend.

But now, now, ha ha ha, they were stuck sharing a tiny one-bedroom hotel room in 1952 and she was pent up from a long day and was mentally freaking out about Rittenhouse’s plans and she knew just the solution to fix both of those things.

Flynn started taking off his shoes and jacket as Lucy slipped into the bathroom. “I’ll be right out,” she promised him.

Right out of her clothes, that is.

But when she emerged...

Flynn was passed out on the bed, still in his clothes, completely asleep.

Lucy sighed, leaning against the doorframe, her gaze tracing the lines of his face. He was running himself ragged. They all were, but Flynn was constantly worried about protecting everyone, watching out for them, always on alert.

She wrestled more of his clothes off and managed, through sheer willpower, to get him under the covers, where she curled up on his chest.

Even in his sleep he reached for her, his arms holding her tightly.

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Lucy was so used to near-death situations at this point that once again being held at gunpoint while some historical figure who refused to listen to her perfectly reasonable explanation as she tried to help them mouthed off at her was just... boring.

So, so boring.

“Could we skip the monologue, please?” she asked.

The men standing around all blinked in surprise--and that was when the door was kicked in by Flynn, who was understandably a little pissed that his girlfriend and their team leader was once again having her life threatened.

Lucy was not, as a rule, a fan of violence. Not at all. It wasn’t that. But.

Flynn was just so good at what he did. He took down those men with his bare hands like it was nothing, with a casual skill and a determination that had Lucy’s pulse pounding. She might not have a thing for violence but she had a thing for watching her boyfriend’s body in fluid, practiced motion, she definitely had a competency kink, and she most definitely had a thing for Flynn literally knocking a man out cold in one punch.

Two months and three days. That was how long it had been since she’d kissed Flynn and they’d started their romantic relationship.

Flynn looked around, breathing hard, making sure everyone was unconscious. “Lucy are you--”

Lucy strode across the room (at least it wasn’t a warehouse this time) and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing the life out of him.

Flynn grabbed her to keep her from falling, the rest of his sentence muffled against her tongue as she held his face in her hands.

“You,” she ordered, clawing at his clothes, “are fucking me, right now.”

“Right--here? Now?”

“Did I stutter?” Lucy demanded. She felt a bit like a rabid squirrel. “I want you--” She kissed him. “So fucking badly all the fucking time, Garcia, please I am going to lose my goddamn mind--”

Flynn muttered something in Croatian that she was pretty sure was Jesus Christ or some equivalent, and Lucy moved her hand down between them to mercilessly grab his cock through his pants, rolling her palm, massaging it.

“Fuck,” Flynn growled, and then he was turning her around and pressing her against the wall, still holding her upright. “This is the worst place--the worst timing--”

“I don’t care I just know that I’m tired of being interrupted and I want--I need--it doesn’t have to be fancy we can take our time later we can take all the time in the world I want to spend all day in bed fucking you but please please please just to start please can we just--can we--please--” She yanked uselessly at his pants, her breathing frantic, her blood magma.

Flynn must have seen how desperate she was, or maybe it was just his inability to refuse her anything, because he batted her hands away and got his pants undone for her. His hand slid down between them and he choked as he felt how wet she already was. “You--you’re--”

Lucy shoved herself onto his fingers, twisting her hips. “Yessss...” God yes that felt good, so good, she wanted more--

Flynn stroked her, his thumb occasionally swiping over her clit, until he was satisfied and could pull away to line himself up. Lucy helped as best she could, and nearly shuddered apart when she felt him first sliding into her.

God yes.

She shoved Flynn’s face into her chest, her fingers combing through his hair as he bucked up into her, making her whimper. His mouth was never idle, biting, sucking, licking, at her breasts, up her neck, her jaw, back down again, dodging the deep kisses she craved, teasing her. Again, again, again, again, harder, again, yes, and it took her far too long to realize she was saying those things out loud, chanting, urging him on.

Flynn shuddered to a halt inside of her and bit down hard at her shoulder, and Lucy reveled in it. She was close, so close, if she slid her hand down...

Flynn moved her hand away and then, in one fluid motion, got down on his knees, shifting her legs from around his waist to over his broad shoulders. He licked into her, focusing on her clit without pause, a man on a mission, and Lucy cried out in surprise--both at the action and at the orgasm that ripped through her like a hurricane.

She was shaking afterwards, the edge taken off but nowhere near done with him. Flynn got to his feet and helped her to set back down on the ground, adjusting their clothes.

“Think that’ll help you last until we get home?” he asked, his eyes gleaming.

Lucy poked him in the chest. “You better wipe that smarmy look off your face. We’re not leaving that bed for three days.”

A look of desperate hunger entered Flynn’s face, and Lucy belatedly realized that this whole time, he’d probably been just as starving for it as she had. “Whatever you say, Lucy,” he whispered, kissing her.

Oh yeah. She was climbing this tree so hard tonight the bark was gonna fall off.

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