#nice legs shepard

[hanatsuki89]

In which the story (and the Citadel DLC) follows canon, but this is their first date - because the artist aka me ships Shoker.

#shoker #jeff joker moreau #briar shepard #hanatsuki89 #mass effect #citadel dlc #nice legs shepard

[babygirl-riley]

The Riley’s

You surprise a new Riley in the family.

“He’s a four legged tracking machine.”

simon x reader guide

simon x reader family edition

Warnings: swearing and fluff

You couldn’t resist, you were alone for two months now. Which is pretty normal for how Simon’s job is. So you went to a couple of shelters, animal shelters. Originally it was to check out what type of dogs were out there. Simon and you talked about it before, that if there was a dog present that it would not be some small yappy one.

Simon hated the small dogs, thought they were to tiny and he could squash them by accident when walking around. Which was fair, he was a large man in stature. So just looking for ideas wasn’t suppose to have the end goal you got.

It was a loud shelter many dogs barking and howling. It broke your heart to see them, some were cowering in the corner others up against the fence. You would look at the names Sparky, Jack, Velma, Cupcake. Really odd names. However there was one that made you stop in your tracks.

Riley. You looked into the cage to find a German Shepard, at first he was cautious on when you stopped. Glaring and still. “He used to be a military dog actually,” The woman said behind you. “We might have to put him down soon cause he is getting aggressive.”

You smiled and turned to her. “Can I walk him?”

She stared at you for a minute and shook her head. “I don’t know he isn’t for sale.”

You chuckled. “No worries just one walk and if he snaps then don’t worry about it.”

The lady shrugged and walked to grab a leash. You turned back to the dog who still hasn’t moved. Just staring, you kneeled down and looked at him. Tried to read his eyes. Curious was behind them yet cautious at the same time. “Hey bud,” You whispered. “It’s alright, I’m here to take you home.”

The dog stared unsure before sitting down waiting until the door opened. You watched as the lady cautiously took the dog and handed the leash to you. You grabbed it and he walked with you, he was next to you the whole time. When you looked at him he would look away but when you didn’t he sniffed you.

It reminded you of Simon, cautious and curious. When you both started to date Simon was standoffish yet caring at the same time. You knew nothing of him until damn near 2 years of the relationship. Didn’t know his family was killed until marriage. You could tell how similar the personality between Simon and Riley really was. You guess that’s what the military can do to you. Give you horrible things to twist your mind into think no one is trusted.

Not once for the hour you were with him he was aggressive. You pulled the lady aside and talked about taking him home. She explained that he doesn’t like children or other pets. Luckily for him neither of those were there, she explained that the personality would come out and she expected for him to be back.

You negotiated and bought him, he followed you to the car, hopping in normally. The drive home was nice, he sat and watched the world go by. “Ya know your new dad is military,” You spoke looking over for Riley to be laying down. “You two will get along just fine.”

Riley was to himself a lot of the time, you would feed him and taking him for walks. He wasn’t loving at first until 2 weeks later. He would play with you and cuddle up to you when it was time for bed. Would growl if he felt someone was too close to you when walking. Eventually you tested to see how trained he was. Learned he knew the basic things but also knew how to do protection tricks.

Simon didn’t expect when he pulled home to hear a deep growl at the door when putting his keys in. He wanted to surprise you if being home early, Simon even checked if it was the right house. The growl was deep, a warning. It was dark out, late very very late. So maybe he was hearing things, it wasn’t until he heard you tell something to sit.

“Simon!” You yelled swinging in for a hug. He hugged you back but all he could see is that dog. The dog that was glaring at him for a moment.

“What’s that?”

You turned smiling before biting down on his lower lip. “So I got lonely,” You stated walking over to Riley petting his head. “I wasn’t going to buy a dog but something ironic happened.”

Simon watched as the dog scooted closer to you. Still cautious of him, Simon was just a big man, he rarely wore his mask at home. Takes it off in his truck unless he was extremely tired. “What is it?” He said again.

“His name is Riley.”

Simon was shocked, you were joking, there is no way his name was that. That would be very strange and interesting. “Really?”

You nodded and grabbed his dog tag and his name was engraved. He was a beautiful dog. He walked up to the dog, at first the dog froze then sniffed his hand. Simon let it do whatever as he growled lowly before walking away. You sucked in your lips. “He will get used to you.”

Simon hoped it would be awful to have a pet that tolerated him. For the couple of weeks he was there, Riley slowly got closer to him. Riley followed him everywhere, bathroom, back hard when mowing, on the side of his bed. All of it. Hell Riley would watch football with Simon.

Riley and Simon started to do more training. Taught him how to search, would hide little things of yours, eventually you as Riley searched. Slowly Riley would leave with Simon to the base, slowly would not be at home.

You rolled your eyes humorously. “He hated you.”

Simon scoffed. “He was shy.”

You laughed placing the noodles on each plate. You frowned. “You promise you both come back safe? Intact?”

Simon frowned as well. He knew how you felt when you both talked about what would Riley do, stay at home. That was your only thing, he didn’t need to go out and fight anymore. He did it when he was younger. However Riley has been anxious been doing things that Simon noticed that the other canines would do. Especially when they retired.

Price watched Simon and Riley together on the base. Riley was a good tracking dog and really good at attacking as well. So Price pulled Simon aside and asked how he felt about Riley joining 141. Simon said he would love to but he would have to ask the Misses.

At first you walked away from him, angry of course. Simon knew not to follow you, that he got you that upset to retreat to the bedroom. So he waited. Until you came out and asked what Riley would do. He explained that he would only go on missions that needed the enemy to be found. Capture or kill.

You would listen sit and made tea for both of you as you both negotiated on what would happen. You sighed again. “It would only be for those missions. Some I will know ahead some I won’t. Just like normally.” Simon explained holding her hands. “Ya seen him. He walks around the house like he needs something. He just got into the planets last week.” Simon explained.

You looked outside remembering him bringing in a whole bush of flowers. Dirt and a fucked up backyard. Riley would start destroying things after one paw of his stepped into the base. He wanted more. Needed more. More energy. You frowned looking down at Riley. Riley wagged his tail looking up at you.

“Dogs don’t need to fight the wars Si.” You whispered petting Riley.

Simon nodded his head. “I agree lovie, unfortunately he has already been trained it wouldn’t be his firs’. He would be a good asset.”

You watched as Riley licked your hand. Like he was reassuring you, like he was telling you it was fine. “Alright, only for those missions. But I next time Simon I am getting a yippy and you can’t do shit.”

Simon shook his head chuckling lowly. “No I don’t think so sweethear’”

Simon thought you were kidding but three months later, you brought home a tiniest dog. Yorkie of all dogs. Simon now knows not to take the dogs with him to base. Well Riley fell in love with the little bugger. Eventually Simon did as well having both dogs near him.

You came home from grocery shopping and while walking in you saw the dogs and him sleeping. Riley laid at the end of his feet while Hallie laid on his chest. You scoffed, pulling out your phone, clicking the picture. You smiled as you sent it to Price stating you will have a drug locator too.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley #call of duty mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon ghost x reader #Spotify

[shadowhearts-ponytail]

meeting abby anderson!

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a/n: I saw a fic (university!abby anderson by @writerseclipse1 ) a couple of days ago, and it reminded me of the opening scene in 101 Dalmatians. so this is inspired by that!

warnings: all lowercase intended, fem!reader, modern au, soft blushy abby, alice being a menace. this is just sweet stuff for a sweet girl!

words: 1,029

abby lived alone in a small, dingy apartment. it definitely wasn't the best. but it had a nice view of the local park. she could see the leaves change colors in the fall, and then snow cover the ground in the winter. she liked it. it was cozy. perfect for her and her loyal canine companion alice.

alice always enjoyed looking out to window that over looked the park. seeing other dogs walking, occasionally barking at them. like today. alice saw a woman, you, walking your dog in the park below. barking and whining to get her owner's attention, alice then begged and begged abby for a walk.

abby gave in. like always. she knew she needed to get out of the apartment. some fresh air would do her some good. get to stretch her legs too.

so abby donned a jacket and a cap along with some shoes, latching a leash onto alice's collar before exiting her apartment. the pair taking the short walk down and across the street to the park.

orange and red leaves falling from the many trees that decorate the park. their leaves litter the ground. abby is too intranet by the beautiful scenery to notice where alice is tugging her.

alice meanwhile is on a mission, searching the park for a dog she saw earlier on the street.

your dog.

her head bows to the ground to sniff in hopes of finding the fellow pooch.

alice tugs abby along the old beaten brick paths that weave around the park, stopping here and there to look at some dogs. none of them the dog she saw earlier. so she continues. yanking on the leash to urge abby forward.

with the harsh yank on the leash, abby is pulled from her daydreaming to look at alice, "what's gotten into you? you don't usually pull like this, alice. take it easy."

abby rushes to keep up with her german shepard but bumps into the pup once she notices alice stopping to stare at another dog as, you, its owner, read on a bench that overlooks a small pond in the park's center.

abby doesn't pay much attention to you and your dog, instead taking a seat on the ground near the pond to look at the water ripple. but alice had other plans.

at first alice sits next to abby and watches the water, but after a few minutes she stands and uses her mouth to yank abby's cap off.

"alice!" abby shouts as she attempts to grab the cap from her pup.

but alice rushes out of abby's reach, shaking her head and flinging the cap from side to side. she runs over to the bench and drops the cap next to you on the bench before barking out at abby as if to taunt abby.

abby blushes as she realizes you saw alice steal the cap. a rush of embarrassment floods her. this gorgeous, gorgeous woman just saw her get bested by a dog.

abby looks away to stand up and brush dirt from her pants. once she looks back to the bench to speak to you, you and your dog are gone.

not thinking about too much she grabs her cap and then alice's leash and as soon as the leash is in her hands, alice is dragging her in the direction you walked off in.

"alice!"

soon alice has walked around the woman's legs and abby, the strangers dog doing the same. causing the two to be pushed together and wrapped up in the leashed of their pets.

"Oh my-!" you are caught off guard as you feel strong hands place themselves on your arms so you don't topple over.

abby's firm hands hold onto you in an attempt to steady the both of you. but it doesn't work well and you both fall over into the small pond.

the cold water immediately soaking into your clothes and drenching you completely.

alice quickly bites down on abby's jacket and tugs to help her up. abby is a bit shaken but she rushes to her feet and helps you up. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to.." but her words are cut off when she sees your face.

your mascara is running and your lipstick is smudged but she still thinks you're absolutely gorgeous. pretty eyes, full pouty lips, well kept hair. just outside perfect.

abby is too busy gawking at your beauty to hear you apologizing until you slip. she instinctively reaches out to wrap her arm around your waist and hold you up.

your face flushes as your hands grip onto her large and sturdy form. "Thank you.."

"abby!" she blurts out.

you make a face of confusion, "what?"

she mentally slaps herself for being so stupid. I'm fumbling this so hard, she thinks.

"that'd my name. my name's abby." as she speaks she helps you out of the pond and to the bench she first saw you sitting, both of your dogs following to sit at their respective owner's feet.

soon the two of you are laughing off the fall and about your now soaking wet clothes. abby attempts to wring the water out of her shirt.

"thanks for helping me out by the way." you mutter as you pick grass out of your hair.

"thanks for not being mad about it. most people would have been pissed." she chuckles a bit, then scoots closer to you to help pick out the grass.

suddenly abby feels a wave of confidence wash over her. she sits up straight and rubs her hands on her knees to wipe the sweat off of them.

"maybe I can make it up to you. here, I'll give you my number." she reaches for her pocket but realizes she dropped it on the ground before they fell into the pond.

she stands and retrieves it, then opens her contacts to add a new one. once you both finish getting the others' contact information, you part ways. both of you go home to clean up and get into some dry clothes.

maybe something good will come from falling into a pond with a stranger.

a/n: gonna be honest here. I was so sleepy when I wrote this. but I hope it wasn't too bad! feedback is always welcome!

#the last of us #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby and ellie #abby angst #abby tlou #ellie the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie tlou #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #mine

[blood-grove]

odd adjustments

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adoptive!soap and ghost + adopted!reader

× pairing: soapghost

× summary: the now retired couple decides that there house is feeling a bit empty besides there two cats and german shepard.

× tws: medication, mentions of ptsd, angst, minor injuries

The ride was long they lived ways out from the city which would be a change of pace and scenery.

Simon was quiet through the drive the silence wasn't uncomfortable it was nice you found yourself dozing off here and there along the trip jostled awake by the sudden bumpiness of the road glancing out of the window to see you were pulling up into a gravel drive way.

You grumbled quietly mainly out of tiredness you caught Simons eyes in the car mirror checking up on you as he parked.

"You can head inside out of the rain I'll grab the bags." Simon said as he promptly got out of the car with his own umbrella.

You quickly did the same heading over to the house where a cat waited behind the glass door seeing you it left.

Aw.

The door opened luckily it was unlocked as you stepped inside wiping your feet off on the mat setting your dripping umbrella into the umbrella holder nearby awkwardly shifting around as you stepped into the short hallway glancing around at the pictures on the walls as you made it to the living room the house was quiet aside from the movement upstairs which you could assume was possibly John.

You felt increasingly awkward as you glanced around flinching once the door opened once more Simon coming in holding both your bag and suitcase gently brushing past you as he sat them next to the stairs glancing back at you.

"You can sit anywhere you'd like" He hummed as he headed upstairs and so you did that sitting down on the couch as you slipped your phone from out of your pocket it was a bit cracked but it worked.

You eventually heard footsteps coming down John coming into the room with the grin you remembered.

You found the mohawk funny.

"It's nice ta' finally have you here!..I made some food so you can eat if you want or If your tired yer bedroom is upstairs first on the right its bare bones for now since we didn't know what ye'd like to decorate it with."

His accent was funny.

Oh you should answer.

"Uh um.." You just mumbled which got you a confused look with just made you tense which he noticed.

"Oh ah sorry forgot to mention- Cant hear very well out of my right ear n all supposed to be getting a new hearing aid soon So you may need to shout ever now and then—"

"I'm uh kind of hungry." You spoke up a bit more which John luckily heard this time

"Oh! Good Ah didnae waant the food tae git tae cauld even if its just sandwiches."

This wasn't as awkward as you thought it'd be.

You had eaten chatted up with John a bit more he was a nice guy a lot more talkative than Simon but you knew that from the interviews.

Simon had come down as well not without John badgering his to sit down something about his leg and medication you weren't too nosy.

He'd seemed to be getting the dog situated as he brought her down Riley was her name wasn't it?.

She was a German Shepard you thought as you stretched out your hand towards her with a glance at Simon she sniffed it before licking your hand you guess it smelt like the deli meats from the sandwich.

You scratched behind her ear as her tail wagged.

You'd put up with the awkwardness of adjusting to here for the dog.

Simon and John started talking about something as you pet Riley the rain hadn't really let up and began to pour down a bit harder thunder rumbling out as John mumbled something to Simon the man getting up with a grunt and headed back down the hall.

"He's just going to check if we have lanterns in case the power gives out." You flinched as John spoke you didn't even realize you were staring where Simon had left you just nodded.

"You can go up to your room y'know still early in the day plus so you can unpack and unwind n' all." John glanced at you as he spoke you just nodded again maybe too quickly getting up Riley leaving your side and heading down where Simon had went.

You felt nauseous laying in bed so many things running threw your head.

Also there was a cat on your bed.

You were pretty sure this was Old man, The gruff appearance and the near mustache and beard combo look in his fur fur and the greying hairs.

You held you hand out for him to smell and he just looked at you with near human unamusement.

You pulled your hand back and went back to thinking.

Right.

God what were you thinking about even?

These are good people.

This room is good.

This house is good.

The animals are better.

Why do you have to start spiraling now? Always sinking yourself into doom spiralling.

Hypothetical's that made no sense as the storm just picked up outside.

You grumbled as you got up and started to search through your suitcase Old man had hoped down to watch you as you swallowed trying to ignore the nauseous feeling your now sweaty hands find your medication.

You fumble with the cap always forgetting how to open it before you finally pop it off and dig out a couple of pills swallowing them dry even if you know you shouldn't.

You just tried to focus on not hurling on your new floor taking deep inhales as you shakily dug your fingers into the carpet below sniffling.

Fuck.

a/n: idk why i had to leave on a sad end ALSO I LIED ITS GETTING MORE PARTS

#cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap cod #ghost cod #soapghost #child reader #platonic relationships #platonic love #familial love #fanfic #reader #gn reader #no use of y/n #dad simon riley #dad john mactavish

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

 Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,699

You’re stuck on Berk. You get by. (Httyd1)

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse

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You groaned, stumbling back unsteadily as you got up onto your feet, staring at the strangely clothed people around you. Some of them, the ones that weren’t too busy marching to and fro down the path, stared back.

You rubbed your butt, sore form where you had been thrown suddenly, roughly and randomly onto some clearly well-traveled wooden planking. 

“Uh, Hello?” You muttered, half to yourself, as you ogled at horned helmets and worn fur boots. It was like you had landed in some odd ren faire full of odd-smelling bodybuilders. 

As people began to clear, you wandered further down the path. You found it difficult as you struggled to weave past the hurriedly rushing crowd, though eventually you settled on a woman who seemed generally well-mannered if not a bit intimidating in the way she towered over your nervous form, deciding to stop and try and ask for directions. 

“Excuse me,” You started anxiously, “Where am I? Do you know?”

As she responded, quite irritatedly and animatedly, you found that you didn’t understand her at all.

Your arrival and integration into the general populace was somewhat seamless. There were so many people on Berk that it wasn’t hard to blend in, not after the initial confusion, and after you’d lost your odd garb. 

And it was Berk, as you’d found out the first night, as the hearty seaside village had been suddenly and violently attacked by a loud entourage of angry, fire-breathing reptiles, and all of the puzzle pieces had fallen into place. 

Initially appreciative, you’d taken to your new, schoolless life with gusto. You had more pressing things to worry about, after all. Like not dying. But then came the pressing realization that there was no internet. It was awfully boring with no internet.

And if you’d ever gotten home, you dreaded all the time you would probably have to spend in school making up for the lost time. You were already part way through the school year. The thought of having to do it all over again gave you the hives.

You had only spent a little while panicking as the lines between fiction and reality blended together, rocking your world, though that was probably attributed more in large to the fact that you had a hard time panicking when your life was in mortal danger. 

Either way, you carried on well enough. After a short run in with homelessness, a couple living by the grazing fields had been nice enough to take you into their stables and home and feed you and clothe you and teach you their language, helping you just enough until you had your sea legs and could pay them back in kind. In effect, you were their live-in maid, but you were fine with that, as long as you were well fed and clothed and had a roof over your head.

Unfortunately, you weren’t very good at any of the jobs you picked, though you weren’t any less than mediocre, so it was manageable. You couldn’t fight, as you discovered after many days spent being smacked onto your ass via wooden sword, but you were a decent delivery girl and an alright shepard, shiphand and maid, though you usually stuck to delivery girl and salesperson on account of the fact that you just weren’t that strong.

It was all enough to keep your head barely above water.

It was a lot harder than you’d thought it would be, living on Berk. You did a lot for very little. But that’s just the way it was there, it seemed. 

And through all of your mis and fortune, you settled into the unwavering decision to mind your business and let the plot continue on as it should. After all, everything would turn out fine in the end, wouldn’t it?

You sighed, dropping your load, a set of newly repaired wooden oars, against one of the many house walls lining the wood pathway, you brushed the bottom hem of your tunic, clearing away invisible dust there. It was the kind that you knew wasn’t there but couldn’t help but to imagine after walking into a spiderweb earlier, the phantom strings having a strong impact on your nerves. 

You bemoaned your choice of outfit, thinking you’d have been less irritated if you’d just have worn a skirt today. The feeling would be gone if you could have just taken the offending article off.

Considering that most of the women on this island wore pants underneath and heavy layers of wrappings and furs throughout, you found the act to be more performative than anything. 

It was an idea that often had your generous hosts disgruntled. But, they weren’t your parents.

You stretched your arms up into the air, huffing as you feel your back crack, admiring the darkening sky and feeling a light chill run down your back. You blinked wearily up into the sky.

You tipped the oars over from where they were leaned against a wall, trying to leverage them back onto your shoulder, eyeing the deserted path forwards. It wouldn't do to linger, especially this late. 

“Hopefully there’s some stew left at home,” You whined to yourself in your native tongue, wobbling unsteadily forward as you tried to regain your balance. 

As you did, you spot someone quickly rushing towards you from around a bend. You stumbled, startled, causing you to slip as he attempted to brake, both of you falling messily onto the floor. 

Your two oars clattered across the ground and your knees stung as you attempted to get back onto your knees.

“Sorry, sorry,” The boy said as he clumsily gathered his effects, a worn old journal and a long charcoal stick. You just rub your head, squinting dazedly as you feel the scrapes on your palms.

“It’s, uh, It’s fine,” you stutter, waving your hands out in front of you, pushing back up onto your feet. 

You didn’t know it until later, but that was your first meeting with Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third.

“Here,” You said, “Found it sitting on one of the boulders… by the bridge. The, uh, the rock in front of the docks.” 

You peered up over the Forge counter from where you’d, again, slipped, feeling quite proud of your almost rhyme. Then hit your head on the counter. You pointedly ignored the bump in your head, staring up at Hiccup who is standing awkwardly at the window sans coat, plus apron.

After a moment of silence, during which you became exceedingly unsure of yourself, you asked;

“It is yours, right?” You hesitated. He just stared at you like a deer in headlights. 

“I saw some of the drawings in it,” A blueprint of something with a lot of knives, some chicken scratch, what looked like a cannon, “It was nice.”

He looked really embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to look,” You corrected hastily, “But it was open, and no one was around, and I thought I ought to return it.” 

You wondered why he wasn’t speaking. You knew you still had an accent. You felt a little self conscious about it.

“...Thanks.” He said awkwardly, after a while. He looked constipated. Maybe he was.

“Well, okay. Bye,” You said as you got up, brushing the dust off your knees. You wore a skirt today. 

You turned to leave, glancing back for just a second. You’re a little confused by the whole encounter. 

You couldn't help but to look at him oddly as you left, making a beeline across the clearing, hoping soon to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere and find cover in the crowds of Vikings lurking just beyond the next few houses.

You regretted picking it up, now. His journal probably would have been fine left well enough alone.

You’d never been the most observant. 

But Hiccup… He was kind of weird. 

You caught him staring a lot. Many times, many places. It was very convenient, to the point where you thought he might’ve been orchestrating it.

You brushed it off, however. You’d barely shared more than a few words, after all, so why would he?

Once you put your mind to it, it was easy to ignore.

You stood still at the base of a hill, a pail full of water and rags in both hands as you stared up at the Chief's house, standing large and proud, thankful that, finally, the dragon raids were over. 

Grass shifted gently around your feet as draconic wings beat above, sending gusts of wind down your way.

You stumbled across this moment by accident, watching as Vikings crowded around Hiccup enthusiastically, giving him their congratulations as he steadied himself on his new leg.

You remembered this moment from the end of the first movie. If you were remembering it correctly, Astrid was supposed to punch Hiccup in the shoulder and then they were supposed to kiss, weren’t they? 

You waited as she walked up to him. There it was. 

You grin as he reeled back, rubbing his arm. 

Astrid leaned forward. But, you found that instead of looking at her, you and Hiccup meet eyes. The other Vikings are too occupied with each other to notice, you thought.

You couldn’t help but to feel a little confused, a smile falling in favor of a bewildered look, as you considered him. Stiff shoulders under his fur coat and tunic. You were too far away to make out any hard details. 

The moment was broken a second later as Hiccup’s attention was drawn away by the Chief clapping him on the shoulder. He stumbled forwards.

You follow soon after, sighing and turning to look down over the rest of Berk, careful this time not to trip as you usually did along this slope. You should get going. You had some laundry to dump, after all.

 You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. It would have been cool to experience something from the movie. But it can’t be helped.

Whether he got a kiss or not isn’t that important, and in the end it had nothing to do with you. 

By the time he looked back down, you were gone.

#how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #reader insert #httyd #x reader #my writing #fem reader #female reader

[ilylovelyz]

haikyuu as dog/cat breeds (prt 2.)

prt 2 lets gooooo - i really like pondering 🤔 about their breeds (includes aobajohsai and shiratorizawa) - c prt 1.

aobajohsai

oikawa - he's such a ragdoll. pretty and nice coat, not too long/fluffy or thin/short. won many cat competitions. he's real sweet and friendly with your guests but once they leave he'll attack your leg for treats. he's manipulative? really smart too. a very loud cat and loves to play. can be a total brat and knock your shit over just to fuck with you. absolutely traumatizes your dogs if you have any, gets really pissed off if you smell like another cat and almost borderline bullying if you do get another cat.

iwaizumi - either a tosa or dutch shepard. he's really energetic and you thought he would calm down as he grows but nope! he's still dragging you out of bed for walks lol. somehow gentle and rough while playing with you. doesnt really bite you, only nibbles. not rlly protective of you but wary of strangers, not really hostile and open to guests. barks a lot, but will quiet down if you shush him cuz hes a good boy. def has a silver chain for a collar cuz hes cool like that 😈 really good with kids, never runs away because he's content with the life he has.

akira - a really lazy snowshoe cat. can be really mean but sweet afterwards cuz he feels bad. the type to run away if you start to cry. sleeps majority of the time and usually only eats when hes awake. really curious but doesnt like it when you have guests. likes to sleep in the middle of your bed and will fight back if you try to move him. doesn't like being picked up. at first he wasnt really cuddly but now he'll be all up in your business if you lay down.

kentaro - boerboel. he's super aggressive and protective of you, barks at everyone who isnt you. he's super rough when playing and has given you a few scars. really heavy but i can see him being kinda cuddly. he'll sit at your side, ears perked up and doing that half bark thing dogs do when something catches their eye. definitely has a chain and you have to use it a few times cuz he doesn't listen that well. fights with any dog, but does have this specific friend thats not even a dog, but a cat 😭 loves to play fetch. doesnt run away because his instincts to protect the house are too strong. not the best with kids 😬

mattsun - simple black cat that is really chill. not necessarily friendly but doesnt run away from strangers. super sleepy and his meows are really deep for some reason. not super vocal but will occasionally meow for your attention. not too cuddly but sweet. when he cleans himself it's super loud and almost obnoxious and always at night when ur trying to sleep. not very fond of dogs. doesn't necessarily get scared of anything unless he's being toyed with.

hanamaki - a simple labrador. not necessarily full of energy and lays around, not even sleeping, just watching you. kinda judgy of you for some reason and always side eyes you. not really cuddly either and just overall just exists. occasionally howls tho. sometimes he'll have the urge to play, but it's not really playing but rather straight bullying cuz he's a jerk 😒 was a really cute puppy and you miss those days a lot

shiratorizawa

ushijima - please i was so excited for this one, he's a saint bernard. a really big and heavy one too. was even big as a puppy. doesnt bark often but when he does it's loud, only really barking for your attention. he's really good with commands. likes walks and occasionally plays. he doesn't get along too well with other dogs, just because he just stands there and watches. gives the sweetest puppy eyes ever. again, really heavy, and growls when someone gets into his personal space. but he is really patient, but will run away from little kids. has teeth, but doesnt know how to use them 😕

tendo - a greyhound. a really silly one that is so cuddly, he's practically glued to you. hes so energetic and always slipping. real vocal but not too loud. gets really sad if someone doesnt wanna play with him ☹️ really great with kids and really protective of them. not necessarily protective of you. chases after cars 100%. HE HAS A FAVORITE TOY. has kinda severe separation anxiety 💔

semi - hes a beautiful grey tonkinese cat. his personality is really dependable whether he slept well. moderately playful and just really nice. hes really chill, but can get a little annoyed if someone is bothering him. not scared of fireworks or loud noises, moderately vocal. he can be a bit of an asshole tho 💔 but its okay cuz hes pretty 🫶🏼

shirabu - obviously the biggest asshole so hes a chausie. you got him cuz he was really beautiful and calm as a baby, but you woke up the same night you got him to him clawing at your toe that was poking out of your blanket. bites hard and makes you bleed. gives many battle scars 😒 surprisingly very vocal and has screaming matches with you. not necessarily very playful but he does chase you from time to time. bro he has such a mean face 😭 not fond of people or other animals. sometimes cuddles, sometimes.

goshiki - a jack russel terrier 😭 please he's all bark no bite 🤦🏽‍♀️ tries to act tough and menacing but the only thing thats menacing is the way hes a squeaker 🌚 real playful and kinda protective, but theres not much he can rlly do cuz hes a small dog. cant even fight off a cat (shirabu), and will cry out if something bigger than him goes after him. hes a real good boy tho, absolutely smitten for you and has separation anxiety if ur gone for a little too long.

#haikyuu!! smut #haikyū!! #haikyuu #haikyu smut #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu yandere #haikyuu pregnant #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu texts #haikyuu angst #haikyuu breeding #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #akira kunimi #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #shirabu kenjirō #semi eita #goshiki tsutomu #kyoutani kentarou

[ponyosmom35]

welcome home - Simon Ghost Riley x reader

pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability series chapter twenty four

Liability series:

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She was ecstatic to lead Simon inside, to show him around. Unsure where to begin. She turns to something out and notices him carrying the massive package into the house without the slightest hint of struggle. “Where do you want this love?”

“Oh my god just set it here, thank you” she points to the wall “you didn’t have to do that” she responds, rubbing her hands together nervously. 

“No problem” he shrugs, “what have you got that’s so big?”

“Oh uh thats my bookshelf, I’m turning my office into a library” she smiles 

“How were you planning on gettin that to the office?” he teases 

“I hadn’t gotten that far” 

“Noted” he smirks, placing a band on her lower back “I’d love a tour”

“Right!” she squeaks, her face blushing madly at the feeling of his hand.

She shows Simon the kitchen and all the organizing she’d done in her spare time. As she continues throughout the house explaining everything in what to most would be far too much detail, Simon’s heart swelled. He loved to listen to her talk, it was clear she put a lot of thought into making her space feel warm and welcome. Everything he saw, every decoration, wall print, even the paint color all made sense. It was so beautifully her. He’d never felt so instantly comfortable in an unfamiliar space before. 

She shows him her office where the bookshelf would be and explains her vision, clearly unhappy with the current state of the room. She shows him her bedroom and he takes note of her shift in body language and red cheeks. It was reassuring to him that he had such an effect on her. She leads him down to the steps once more and brings him through downstairs and out to the backdoor. She opens it and they step out onto her deck. 

“So this is the backyard, its a work in progress, my parents and I have been working on it. It looks weird now but trust me there’s a vision” she reassures 

“This is beautiful” he notes

The thoughtful placement of the flowers and the nearly completed stone path leading to the gorgeous willow tree. He could see freshly dug holes where her flowers would bloom in the coming weeks. 

“Thank you! I’m really happy with it, after the path my plan is to redo my entire deck, I want to have an area out here where I can sit out here and read” she says 

“That sounds nice” 

“I think so too” she nods before looking up at him “do you wanna go inside and sit, you must be exhausted” 

“Sure” he smiles 

“Can I get you anything? Water, tea, I don’t have beer but I can Instacart some” 

“Water would be nice” 

“Coming right up!” she grabs him a glass of water while he walks into the living room and sits on the couch, taking note of the TV, playing her music on shuffle. After a minute or so she returns with a bowl of oreos. 

“My favorite, thank you love” 

“I know” she muses as she sits on the other side of the couch, sitting with her legs crossed as she leans her head on her hands. 

“How are you?” she asks 

“I should be asking you that question”

“I’m doing good” she admits softly, rubbing her hands together. 

“I’m glad to hear that” his eyes searched hers for any sign that she might not be telling the full truth. 

“Yeah me too, it’s been hard. Nights are the worst but I’m okay, really” she breathes, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. He reaches over and grabs her hand, holding it gently in his own. She smiles softly and moves his hand to her cheek, leaning into his warm skin. 

“I missed you” she murmurs 

“You have no idea how hard it was to watch you leave, I wish I could’ve been here sooner” he says 

“I don’t blame you” 

“I should’ve been there, should’ve seen it comin’” he admits, referring to Las Almas.

“Don’t say that Simon, there’s absolutely no way you would’ve known Graves and Shepard were dirty” 

“It’s my job to protect you, and I - I didn’t”

“But you did! You saved my life, as soon as I heard your voice a part of me knew I was gonna be okay, that you weren’t going to let anything happen. I was so fucking scared but I still knew that I was gonna be okay. Nobody in this world makes me feel the way that you do” she replies, her words holding so much more meaning than just that day. Recalling back to every moment she spent with him. “Even now, it’s like all of the nightmares and memories, they’re nothing. Sitting here with you makes me feel protected, I feel more secure than I have in months”

“I feel the same” he admits “This place feels familiar to me, like I’ve been here before”

“That’s because it’s been waiting for you” she nearly whispers, looking at him with all the love in the world “I’ve been waiting for you, for so long” 

“I’m here now” he murmurs as he gently pulls her closer to him, moving the pillow that separated them to the ground. “Don’t plan on leaving anytime soon”

“Really?” she asks hopefully as he places a hand on her face, trialing his thumb from her lips to her jaw. “As long as you’ll have me” he responds 

Simon closes the distance between their lips and kisses her gently. Her hands move to his chest as he pulls her closer. She swings a leg around him and moves to place herself in his lap, with her hands guiding her. As she settles he smirks at the little gasp she lets out at the feeling of him beneath her. His hands fall to her waist, groaning as she involuntarily rocks her body against him. He pulls back and looks at her, smiling softly.

“What?” she asks breathlessly 

“Fucking gorgeous” he says kissing her once more. However this one was much shorter, as he didn’t want things to get too carried away. He pulls her into his chest and holds her there, wrapping his arms around her body as she curls into him. 

“Welcome home Si” she whispers in his ear

Both understood that this was their home. The beginning of their new life together. 

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#simon riley #smut #cod mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x you #angst #cod x reader #ghost simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #141 #task force 141 #cod 141 #tf 141 #141 x reader #mw2 141

[motorcycleboy9]

My take on The Outsiders Modern AU (I'll maybe draw something on that later)

Ponyboy Curtis

transmasculine agender, bisexual, he>they(she)

- ponyboy isn't his real name, but a nickname he picked in 2020, when first realized he's transmasc. kinda regrets it but everyone already got used to it.

- is short and insecure about it

- likes dressing nicely, but doesn't really have money for any good clothes. steals some old pieces from soda's closet.

- bisexual. though had a pre-trans phase when he thought that he only liked girls.

- listens to the smiths & arctic monkeys

- hadn't start on smoking yet, but thinks that with amount of stress in his life will start eventually. probably will do the vape ones, especially if they're chocolate flavored.

- mrs. curtis is alive in this setting, but mr. curtis died in car crash. so yeah, she's a single mom, though darry's trying to help her out.

- he and johnny share the same interest - manga. that's probably how they became friends. (they went to the same middle school)

Johnny Cade

gay guy, he/they

- grows his hair out, though doesn't really know how to manage it (it has wavy texture)

- has conservative parents who are aware he's gay. neglected him ever since, and even said stuff sort of a "you are not our son anymore", which made johnny hate his own household.

- in a world where not all of the se hinton's characters are white I would like to think that johnny's mom is filipino. (he's probably half or 1/4th)

- doesn't smoke cause the smell makes him start coughing badly. and also because his parents smoke a lot, and he doesn't want to be like them.

- broke his leg and back once. not because of saving kids in a burning church this time though. probably a much more stupid reason.

- actually liked being in the hospital cause then he didn't have to see his family & couldn't go to school.

- have been bullied in middle school. pony was the person who tried to help him out, but couldn't have done much.

Dallas Winston

cis guy, bisexual (in denial), he/him

- has christian parents and got a religious trauma.

- got pretty conservative views because of the church, but is trying to work it through.

- told johnny that only girls and gays wear long hair. the thing is johnny's actually gay. and Dallas is indeed wrong.

- had a breakdown when realized that he likes guys.

- started smoking to piss off his parents, but actually got into a habit. hates vaping, thinks that they're not 'real stuff'

- used to be a bully in middle school and earlier (he and johnny went to different middle schools, though. so no, he didn't bully Johnny)

- sometimes when he runs away from his parents at night, he goes to Johnny's place. and then they both go and hang out somewhere.

- brags about living in New York for a few years. everyone thinks it's tuff. but no one knows what he was actually doing there. (me neither)

thanks to everyone who read this to the end! I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes. also, I would really appreciate it if you would help me think of any headcanons for Shepards, Cherry, Steve or Two-bit. and stay tuned for the next part.

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders modern AU #dallas winston #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #se hinton #dally winston #i was so fucking scared to post this #nicktalks

[dispatchwithlove]

7 Snippets, 7 Mutuals

Thanks for the tag @misseffect @otemporanerys @dwarrowdams @diaphanouso

I'll tag @dulcidyne @westernlarch @sinelaborenihilsr2 @angry-jager @jtowwwn @serendipitys-teapot and @kalliesa

This is what I've been working on 😊 We've got some shakarian, some Halsin/Tav, and some Astarion/Tav

1) Singularity (shakarian)

Before Archangel opened his eyes his touch was tender.

Seconds after the words “you’re alive” left his mouth like a curse, he’s cupping her jaw as if he’s somehow found a tenuous hold on a ghost. He’s not hurting her, but it’s unsettling. If she could only take his hand again, beg the tenderness back by brushing her lips over his skin, kissing his knuckle.

His other hand is still anchored on her waist, holding her tight. His hips are tucked between her thighs. And he’s still inside her, though noticeably the pressure that had stretched her so deliciously is rapidly softening.  

The kindness in his ice-blue eyes is gone, too. They’re sharp and intimidating, scanning every inch of her face. Is he looking for proof? A sign? 

“You know me?” she asks, though she already has his answer, it’s written on him in quivering mandibles and stricken eyes.  

“Shepard,” he repeats her name, withdrawing his tight hand from her jaw, slips his hand from her waist. “What is this?” Guilt stains his expression as he tilts his hips back, pulls out of her like he’s violated her. Looking at the floor, he tugs his pants up around his hips and fastens them closed with agile flicks of his fingers; even horrified and spiraling, he’s steady.

So this is her kick.

2) Singularity (shakarian)

Jane looks down, and realizes her pants are still dangling from one knee, one boot discarded and cast to the floor. She pulls her pants leg up, jerks the waist back over her hips. ”Have we never…” she begins to ask, but the look in his eyes makes her embarrassed to say it. 

“Have we had sex before?” she finally manages. 

“No.” Archangel can’t get the words out quick enough, and it fills her with shame. “No,” he repeats. 

One no would’ve been sufficient. 

3) In Your Arms (shakarian)

Casually leaning against the bar in a black suit that cut against him in all the right places, Garrus looked like an absolute rake with a confident grin, a half-empty glass in hand, and eyes that drank her in. A little sigh snuck from the top of her tight throat.  

“Definitely worth the surprise,” he said. “Even better than I imagined.” 

Jane shrugged, even though it felt like her heart was melting straight down, gathering behind her sternum into a little pool and making it hard to breathe. 

4) In Your Arms (shakarian)

“I’d like to dance like turians this time, if that’s all right.”

“You’re in charge tonight,” Jane said with a little salute and a wink.

An amused rumble started in his chest. “I enjoy you saying that too much.”

“Then let’s get out of here.”

“Nice try, Jane, but you’re dancing with me.”

“Fine. Teach me how to dance like turians.” She smirked, holding her hands up ready for posing. “Use my body.”

5) Honey on Your Tongue (Halsin/Tav)

You tip your finger in, capture a dollop and because the honey begins to drip you quickly slip your finger into your mouth. Divine. Nectar of the gods. It warms your tongue, sweetens your palate. With your finger still between your lips you moan, nearly as loud as Halsin, though higher pitched, softer, more like a sigh.  

Embarrassed, your eyes dart to his, but the kindness in them settles your nerves. 

“Ah, a kindred spirit, you enjoy honey as much as I do.”

Those kind eyes blaze with heat when you pull your finger from your mouth, trying to catch the last bit of stick with your bottom lip.

6) You Wear the Sun Well, Darling (Astarion/Tav)

You open your mouth on his shoulder to let your teeth glide over his skin, his tight muscle. What goes through his mind when his teeth prick into your skin and your blood flavors his tongue? What goes through his heart? In your body is a bone-deep want, to know every bit of him, his body, his heart, his thoughts. At the curve of his neck you pause, 

He takes your chin with a curved knuckle and brings your face to his. Amusement sweetens his voice. “Are you going to bite me, my pet,” he traces his fingertip along the flat line of your incisors, presses against your minuscule canine, “with these little teeth.”

Excitement bubbles in your chest, you grin and nod.

After a short, dark hum, he clicks his tongue and his words drift out like glinting particles in a wash of light, “Naughty pet.”

7) You Wear the Sun Well, Darling (Astarion/Tav)

“Would you touch yourself for me?” he asks. 

Without a thought you move a hand to your thigh. It’s wild how instantly you want to do what he asks, always. Every word could be a command and you’d provide without hesitation, anything he wants, everything he wants. Your palm is hot against your skin, your fingers ready to feel, but you keep it planted in place to ask, “Would that make you happy?”

“It would make me something,” he says darkly, hungrily. “Call it whatever you’d like.”

You kiss him again, your lips kneading into his, plucking them like a bow string.  

“I will, for you,” you say. “But tell me what you want me to do, every step, tell me.” 

His eyes close, he presses his nose to your cheek, nuzzles into you with a vulnerable, kinetic affection that nearly makes your heart burst with both satisfaction and longing. 

“Slide your finger against your cunt, but don’t press it inside,” he says against your jaw.

“Only one?” you ask, hoping he tells you two is fine.

“Only one. I want to be the only thing that fills you completely.”

#shakarian #garrus vakarian #jane shepard #shakarian fic #shepard x garrus #garrus x shepard #halsin #halsin x tav #astarion #astarion x tav #the cases of shepard and vakarian

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Guess who’s back to spoiling her own story? It’s me! 

So, I was going to keep this a secret until I got to it naturally in Lucky Break and have been omitting it from all stories happening post Little Garden, but I have finally caved because reading about Ace adopting Kotatsu in Ace’s Story got me thinking “aww this would be such a good bonding point between him and Lucky” so let’s talk about Magnolia!

Magnolia (Maggie for short) is a sabertooth tiger cub that Lucky stumbles across in Little Garden and adopts after seeing that her mother is dead and she’s been left alone. This leads into Lucky finally getting an official title as the Straw Hat’s animal tamer. Magnolia is Lucky’s main means of defense (plus a weapon she gets in literally the next chapter). Granted, Magnolia doesn’t become a huge threat until after the timeskip when she’s much bigger, but even as a cub she’s the size of a medium sized dog so an attack from her still feels like being mauled by an angry german shepard with huge teeth.

Magnolia has a big scar on her left hind leg that happened when her mother was killed by a triceratops. She was launched during the attack and tore her leg open on a tree branch she flew into. After doing some research on what noises sabertooth tigers would have made, I have settled on her sounding similar to a clouded leopard since that’s their closest relative and there aren’t any conclusive studies on their vocalizations. She makes a lot of meowing sounds, screams instead of roars, and chuffs.

As much as I wanted to keep her a surprise until her official debut, I was starting to feel bad about leaving her out of everything.

Now that the explanation is over, here’s a short drabble of Little Lucky and Ace bonding over this. This takes place immediately before What’cha Got There

Ace crouched down and chuckled at the affectionate cub rubbing up against his legs. He extended his arm and scratched behind her ears, eliciting some contented chuffs. The heat that he was constantly giving off was always a big hit with cats, and that appeared to apply to sabertooth tigers as well.

“So this one is yours, huh? What’s her name?” Ace looked up from the feline to see your happy face.

“I named her Magnolia, but I usually just call her Maggie,” you explained proudly, patting Magnolia enthusiastically. 

“Oh yeah? That’s a nice name. She looks awfully happy, you must be taking good care of her.”

You nodded aggressively, “Yeah! I’ve always wanted a kitty and now I’m gonna be the best at keeping her!” Magnolia leaned into your pets happily, chuffing more as she pushed her face into yours, “Isn’t she the sweetest little kitty?”

“Little? She’s almost as big as you!” Ace pinched your cheek as he teased you.

“Yeah, but she’s gonna get way bigger! Maggie’s mama was huge!” Your grin dropped, “I found her next to her mama after she got attacked by something. That’s how she got this, too.” You pointed to the patch of bandages on Magnolia’s thigh. Your arms locked around the feline’s neck, and you brought her in for a hug, “I helped Maggie, but her mama was already dead, so I decided to take her with me.”

Ace smiled fondly as he remembered rescuing a cat himself back in his days as captain of the Spade Pirates. An idea came to mind all of a sudden, “You know, Lucky, I’ve got a cat that I rescued, too.”

Your head snapped in his direction instantly, eyes wide with surprise, “You do?! Where?!”

He chuckled at your enthusiasm, “Easy there, he’s not here right now.”

“Aww,” your shoulders sulked and your lips formed a pout, but it was short lived. Immediately after, you perked back up with a sparkle in your eyes, “Well where is he? Can I meet him? What’s his name? Is he also a sabertooth?”

The rapid fire questions only made him laugh more, “Whoa, whoa, give me a chance to answer! He’s a kind of lynx, I think, and his name is Kotatsu. He’s living it up on my Pop’s ship now, so you’ll have to come visit if you want to meet him.”

“Can Maggie come, too? They could be friends!”

“I don’t see why not. Do you wanna go right now?” A very small part of Ace felt bad for essentially baiting you into coming with him, but was it so bad to want to introduce his newfound niece to his brothers?

His grin widened upon seeing you nod, only for it to stop abruptly. You paused and looked at your feet, “That does sound fun, but I don’t think everyone would let me. They don’t like it when I’m not with them.”

“It’ll be fine, you’ll be with me!” Ace tried to convince you, but you still looked unsure. “How about this: what if I sneak you off the ship so you can visit?”

You weren’t fully on board yet, but you were looking at him inquisitively, “How?”

That was a good question. Ace scratched the back of his head in thought until he got an idea. He stood up and went over to his backpack and rifled through it before pulling out a bunched up piece of cloth. With a flourish, he threw on the cloak and held out his arms to you expectantly.

All you did was tilt your head at him, clearly not understanding what he was getting at.

“Come here! I can hide you in this and we’ll go!”

You stared back at him for a beat, before dissolving into giggles, “That won’t work! You’re being silly!” Magnolia flinched from the sudden outburst, leaping back onto her feet from the sitting position she was in and looking around the room wildly.

“Hey, give it a chance!” Ace clutched at his chest, deeply wounded from being mocked by a little kid.

“Where would Maggie go?”

That did pose a problem. There’s no way he can fit both you and Maggie in his cloak. “Uh. W-Well… she can just walk with us? The others are only worried about you leaving, right? They won’t care if it’s just Maggie,” he offers.

You only continued to mercilessly laugh in his face, “You’re not very good at coming up with plans, Uncle Ace!” 

“Okay, come here you,” Ace stormed forward and scooped you up. As soon as you were secured to his chest, he wrapped the cloak tight around you. 

You squirmed and thrashed in his grip, “Quit it, you’re too hot! I’m gonna get all sweaty!”

“All the more reason for us to hurry!” Ace slipped his backpack over his shoulder and looked down at Magnolia, who was now at his feet and pawing at his cloak, “Alright, let’s go Maggie, follow me.”

“This isn’t gonna work,” you chimed in, muffled from the cloth and having your face squished into his chest. 

Ace paid it no mind and hurried towards the door to the deck. He knew this was far from his best idea, but he was desperate to show you off to his family. All he could do was pray that no one else was on deck.

#lucky break #little lucky au #portgas d ace #fire fist ace #magnolia

[queermentaldisaster]

"There's A Revolution Coming" Chapter two

Tags: @forestshadow-wolf @axelaxolotl09 @im-here-and-im-confused @bringinsexybackk69 @rainerestored @8-rae-rae-8 (if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist please inform me!)

Tw: Children in captivity, mentioned child neglect, mentions of previous captivity. (Proceed with caution)

Chapter Two under the cut

The boy clung to the girl. His eyes were a reverse of hers, and his hair was darker than hers. His horns, the same shape as the girl’s, looked almost brown, they were such a dark gold color, and his skin was light and tannish as well. He had a scar across the bridge of his nose, and he watched Soap with the most distrusting and terrified look he'd ever seen, even on kids caught in the middle of the wars. Evelyn, the little blonde haired girl, fumbled with the ropes for a few minutes before finally untying them. She beamed and looked up at Soap, her tone completely serious. “You better not hurt my family, mister.”

Soap chuckled softly, and held out his hand, palm facing up. “Aye, ye have ma word. Nae harm will befall yer family, wee one.” Evelyn tilted her head. “What?” another little girl, only a hair taller than Evelyn poked out from under one of the beds. “Oh! Evie, that was in one of the books we stole from the adults!” She had ginger hair, done up in braids. Her right eye was blue, and her left eye was green. Her skin was a light brown color, lighter than it should've been. Lack of sun, evidently. The ginger haired girl ran up to Soap, taking his hand. “Scottish, right?”

Soap beamed, and nodded. “Aye, it is. Yer a clever lass.” the girl's face lit up. “Thank you! I'm Winnie.” Soap chuckled, gently holding Winnie's hand in his. “Winnie. A fittin’ name for ye,” he complimented, his eyes trailing back to Evelyn, and then back to the older girl and the boy. He stood up, letting go of Winnie's hand, and stepped closer to the ram-horned kids. The girl let out a hiss, and Soap held up his hands. “Easy there lass, ah ‘ave nae intentions to harm ye. Yer safe.” He knelt down, picking up a piece of paper. There was a drawing of all five of the kids in front of a house, holding each other. The name at the top read ‘Kelly’.

Soap smiled, and looked at the girl. “Did ye make this?” He questioned, and when she nodded, he spoke again. “This is a bonnie picture, wee one. Are ye Kelly?” She nodded again. “Awricht. Ah'm Soap. Ah’m assuming Graves is the one who's got ye all locked up in here like animals?”

“Ja.” came a voice with a German accent. Soap looked up and saw the fifth kid, sitting on a windowsill that didn't actually let any sunlight in. She had short blondish-brown hair in a bob, her eyes were brown, her skin was the same paler tannish color as most of the others, and she had medium sized red horns, and small black bat wings. “Graves is the blond one, the vampire, right?”

Soap nodded. “Aye, thas him.” He said. The girl nodded, hopping down and walking towards Soap. She extended her hand when she got close enough. “I’m Ellie. I'm the oldest.” Soap shook her hand, with a soft smile. “Nice te meet ya.” Ellie nodded, her cold demeanor seeming to melt a little more. Kelly spoke up. “And this is my twin, Kiram. He's very distrusting, so don't expect him to come up to you.” Soap nodded, smiling. “It’s nice tae meet ye all. Are any of you currently hurt?” They all shook their heads.

Soap looked around the room, clearly pissed at the state that the kids’ living conditions were in. “Dae they feed ye?” he asked, and Kiram spoke up. “That’s the one thing they've gotten right.” he murmured, his voice soft but raspy, as if it had barely been used. Soap sighed, rubbing his temples. “Ye all are wee bairns. Ah ken Graves and Shepard were monsters but ah didn't think they'd go this far…” he muttered, clearly pissed.

Evelyn ran up to Soap, wrapping her arms around his leg. Soap looked down and picked her up, holding her the same way he'd hold his little siblings. “Och, ah ken, ‘s scary, huh?” he asked, and Evelyn nodded. Soap's heart felt like it was breaking for these poor kids. “Well then, how about ah sing ye five a song?” He asked as he scooted the shitty cots close together. They all gathered on the now massive cot, Winnie and Evelyn in his lap, Kelly shielding Kiram, and Ellie slightly off to the side.

“Dandelion, into the wind ye go, won't ye let my darlin’ know that ah'm in a field of dandelions…” He sang softly, letting Winnie and Evelyn cling to him as he sang. He watched Kiram's head perk up, as he stared at Soap over his sister. Soap smiled, continuing to sing. “Wishing on every one that ya’d be mine, mine…and ah see forever in yer eyes, ah feel okay when ah see ye smile, smile…” he watched as Winnie and Evelyn drifted off to sleep, and when he looked up, he saw Kiram passed out. Kelly was on the verge of sleep, and Soap simply smiled, leaning his head back against the wall. Ellie spoke up. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

Soap hummed softly. “Aye, wha’s up, lass?” he asked, looking at her. Ellie readjusted slightly, before she looked back at Soap. “Is there anyone that song's about?” she asked, and Soap's smile grew. “Aye, there is. His name is Ghost.” Once he said that, Ellie's eyes widened and she shot up. “Ghost? As in Riley? Demon with a balaclava and skull mask?”

Soap's eyes widened in turn. “Aye, tha’s him. Ya ken him?” he asked, and Ellie nodded. “Yeah…we all do. He was the first one to manage to escape. Him and Hazel.” she murmured, before looking down at the cots. “Of course…Meister found them…and punished them.”

Soap winced. “Do ah even wanna ken?” he asked, and Ellie sighed. “Not really.” She murmured. Soap sighed and put his hand on her cheek, in a gentle gesture. “Ah really am sorry that ye wee ones were dragged intae this.” Ellie shook her head, patting Soap’s hand. “It’s okay, really. But…you’re a good man.” She whispered, laying her head down and closing her eyes.

Soap leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. ‘Ah hope Ghost is alright.’ He thought, before sleep overtook him.

#ghostsoap #ghoap #soap mw2 #soapghost #ghost mw2 #call of duty mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #call of duty #original characters #original character #demons #tw:mentions of child neglect #ao3 link #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #cod fic #cod fanfiction #cod fanfic #my fic #fanfiction #fanfic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty fic

[misseffect]

7 snippets, 7 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @otemporanerys!

Tagging a lot of people who have already been tagged: @diaphanouso @helila @dispatchwithlove @kalliesa @angry-jager @dwarrowdams @serendipitys-teapot

All of these are from my Mass Effect F1 AU: Flashpoints

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Singapore Shower

One moment Garrus is holding her by the arms, water rolling over his shoulders – there's a knotted look on his face; his mouth is moving but no sound is coming out, which is weird – and the next she's lying on her back on the shower room floor.

"Shepard? Hey – c'mon."

Garrus is kneeling beside her, pinching her arm gently, holding her legs in the air with his shoulder. She feels heavy, like her bones are full of syrup, and the thumping behind her eyes is keeping time with the fuzz crowding her vision.

"Shit."

"It's alright." He sounds further away than he should, and so does the water still beating down on his back. "You passed out for a second, that's all."

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Shepard Does An AMA

probinguranus6969 - Would you rather fight 20 duck-sized Jokers or 1 Joker-sized duck?

janeshepard54 - I know your reddit handle joker

probinguranus6969 - damn it

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FaceTime Antics

She fishes another biscuit out of the packet while Garrus props his phone up on the side and heaves his suitcase onto the bed. It’s a nice enough room from what little she can see: old-fashioned, like the rest of the place, but in a plush, cared-for sort of way.

“Oh, by the way–” Crunch. “–you don’t happen to know how the dark web works, do you?”

He unzips the case and flips the lid. “Not really. Why?”

“I got called up for drug testing at Paul Ricard and my sample went missing,” she says, chewing glumly. “Joker’s winding me up about it; thinks someone’s selling vials of my piss on the black market.”

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Normal Thoughts To Have About Your Bestie's Car

The second he starts to ask the car for more, everything changes. 

It feels familiar – in fundamentals, sure, in throttle and steering output – but there’s something else, too. It’s more pliable than the Hierarchy car, more predictable than anything Omega or Archangel could give him; it's unlike anything he’s even driven, but somehow he knows it. Like catching a familiar smell in a place you've never visited.

And then it hits him.

It's not the car. It's her.

He knows Shepard's driving style almost as well as his own – reactive and twitchy, nose-heavy, late-braking, all faith and guts – and this thing lives and breathes it. It takes everything he's got to give, the good and the bad, and amplifies it tenfold. It grins and says c’mon, I dare you.

It’s not just a car designed with her in mind. It’s like wearing her clothes.

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Not To Be Dramatic But I Would Die For Mr Blobby

Shepard rounds the corner into the kitchen to find Mr Blobby loitering by the back door like a pair of cow-coloured slippers.

“He’s in a time-out," Hannah calls through the open window, paintbrush in hand.

“Aww, Blob.”

Mr Blobby makes a mournful rrrr sound. There’s a dab of brown paint on the end of his tail.

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Shepard Has PTSD Probably

It's not a nightmare really. Sure, it wakes her up every few hours, sweaty and unrested, and when she closes her eyes again, it drops her right back where she left off, but it's not scary. She's not being hunted or chased. She's not standing at the front of class with no clothes on. Nobody's dying.

Shepard's driving a road car on suburban streets - shifting, nebulous streets; faintly European but also faintly not - and somewhere in the distance, there's a fire.

There's a fire and she has to reach it.

She can see a column of black smoke in the distance, catch the odd lick of orange between buildings, but every turn she takes feels wrong and by the time she doubles back, the smoke isn't where she thought it was. It's in her rearview mirror, or out to her left when it was on her right. Sometimes a fire engine blasts past her in the opposite direction, the wailing siren fading before she can follow.

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Everybody Hates Conrad

Mathematically Shepard could win the Championship as early as Japan, five races before the end of the season, and it shows. Media seems to come naturally to her in a way it never has to him, but still; he’s never seen her so relaxed this early in the year. Al’Jilani can’t draw her in with pointed questions about Anderson giving her an easy ride and she doesn’t even bother taking a bite out of Conrad Verner.

“Any comment on rekindling your relationship with Thane Krios?” he asks, his big square face expectant.

Shepard scratches under her chin. “Why am I always the last person to find out who I’m dating?”

There’s a ripple of laughter. Emily is checking her watch and people are starting to shuffle their belongings around.

“Are you going to answer the question?” Conrad calls, but by then there’s enough ambient noise for everyone to plausibly ignore him.

#my fic #flashpoints #realised the other week that Singapore Shower can't happen in Singapore bcs it's too late in the race calendar :') #so i'll have to give somewhere else a heatwave instead #mr blobby is my favourite npc

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

Agent Rushmore (CH 2)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1523

Warning: Mild language, violence, gore, guns, fluff, smut, angst, PTSD, graphic scenes…

Prompt: Special Agent Locklyn Rushmore, a highly trained Russian assassin who is skilled in all forms of hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, negotiating, and more. When her cover is blown, she is returning back to NCIS headquarters in D.C…

Locklyn Rushmore POV

I dress in a red tank-top, pulling on my black jeans and combat boots. I walk out of the mini hotel room and a SWAT agent hands me a vest. I put in on as I'm handed my weapon belt with my sidearm and throwing knives. I put my mini sidearm under my pant leg and an extra knife under my other pant leg. I was handed a sniper that I throw the sling over my neck.

I was surrounded by SWAT agents as we head down to the main floor and out to the bulletproof truck I'm put in. My anxiety spiked as we neared the Navy yard. I haven't been here in years.

The SWAT team I've been issued was out first before one helps me out. I was surrounded by agents as we walked into the building. I had my credentials and I was told they had added my card and facial/eye identification back onto the system.

We somehow squeezed into the elevator and once we were off, I ignored the looks from the other NCIS agents.

"I think I'm safe now." I say.

"We were given strict orders to guard you at all times. No matter what you say Special Agent Rushmore." Logan says and I sigh, nodding.

"At least allow me to lead the way to the Directors office." I mutter.

"Area is secure here so I can allow it." He says.

I break through their circle of protection, walking up the stairs that were all too familiar. They were right on my heels and I yelp as Logan tackles me, but a shot goes off.

"Sorry Special Agent Rushmore. Saw the red dot and didn't have time to forewarn. Team! Secure the area!" He shouts.

Everyone breaks off, calling in more teams and Logan shields me with his body as he guides me up the stairs and away from the windows. I get to the Directors office and she was waiting.

"Locklyn! Oh goodness, your okay." She says.

The door opens and my eyes take in the man who walked in. He was tall, I'd say about six foot. He had silver hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. He had a lean build and I tilt my head curiously at him.

"Locklyn, this is Special Agent Leroy Gibbs. You'll be placed on his team. Jethro, this is Special Agent Locklyn Rushmore." Director Shepard introduces.

I hold my hand out and he takes it, studying me.

"It's nice to meet you, sir. However, I wish it could be under different circumstances." I say.

"Call me Gibbs or boss. I'm not one for sir." He says.

"Of course, ma'am." I tease and he snorts, trying to hide his smile as he looks aways.

"Locklyn, you look..." Director Shepard says.

"I know, Jen. Looks worse than what it is. My cover was blown, but I'm sure you know that already. I know someone on the inside has to do with it. I don't know what department, but I heard them talking before they figured out I was undercover." I say.

"I will call for the list of people who know about it." She says.

"No. It'll raise flags. I memorized all those on my case. We need to analyze each person individually and determine who'd be capable of working both sides." I say.

"Okay." She says.

"Thank you." I say.

"We need bulletproof windows on this level. Fired a shot off at her on her way up here." Gibbs says.

"I'll work on that right now. Where can I...put you at for now, Locklyn?" She asks.

"I think it's safest for everyone if I return to my hotel. I have a very capable and experienced team who's detailing me. SWAT. As much as I hate it, Logan saved my ass twice already." I state.

"Go to autopsy. I'll bring the team for you to meet there. There isn't any windows. It's safest down there. We can work on the investigation there until the bulletproof windows are installed. And you really shouldn't be staying at a hotel." Gibbs says.

"Where do you suggest I stay then, Gibbs? They've bombed my house and my car. I have nothing besides this bag." I say.

"With me. Your apart of this team after all." He says.

"I can't do that, Gibbs. Respectfully, I mean that respectfully of course. Then men...this family is dangerous. They'll hurt anyone by any means to get to me. They don't care. I can't put you in danger." I say.

"You don't have a choice, Rushmore. Your staying with me." He says, leaving.

I turn to Director Shepard, confused, but she smiles and shrugs. I quirk a brow at her.

"You knew it'd turn out like that." I mutter.

"It shouldn't be a problem for you, Locklyn. He's your type. Your his type. He has a thing for red heads. You have a thing for older men and even men with silver hair." She says and my cheeks flush red as Logan coughs.

"Shut up, Jen. He's my boss now. Nothing will happen." I scold.

"Sure. You both have this mindset that you'll get what you want no matter what. Now, go. He wants you in autopsy. Surely you remember where that is." She murmurs.

"Indeed I do ma'am." I say.

I turn, going to open the door, but Logan stops me and steps out before me. I look at Director Shepard and she chuckles.

"Hey, I'm glad you have a good team keeping you safe. It'd be a shame if you died." She murmurs.

I roll my eyes, smiling as Logan opens the door, motioning me to follow. I sigh, following after Logan as another team surrounds me.

I pass Gibbs and his team, Gibbs saying they'll use the elevator after us. I was crammed in the middle of all of them and I sigh. The ride down was silent and I was forced to stay on the elevator with a few agents as they clear autopsy. I was relieved when I walked in.

"Ducky!" I exclaim and he grins, rushing towards me as he pulls me into a hug.

"Oh, how I've missed you dear. How are you? Any pain?" He asks, assessing my injuries.

The doors open and Gibbs walks in with his team. I turn back to Ducky and smile.

"I'm fine, Duck. It looks worse than it is. How are you? How's your mother?" I question.

"I'm fine and my mother is doing well. I heard you've got yourself in quite the trouble. I can't say I'm surprised. You Rushmore's really know how to get yourself deep into danger." He teases and I chuckle.

"It's apart of the job." I say.

"You by far are the most stubborn Rushmore I know. I've never met one like you who's so willing to run towards the gunfire or explosions. I never will quite understand you, Locklyn." He says.

The elevator opens and we all look. I see a girl push in a white board. She had black hair that was in pigtails. I smile. She reminded me so much of me before I began working for federal agencies.

"I'm Abby Sciuto." She says, holding her hand out with a grin.

"Locklyn Rushmore. It's nice to meet you, Abby. I love the choker." I say and her eyes sparkle.

"Really!? I wasn’t sure if it was really my style. You see I don't typically where anything, but black chokers with the occasional white. However, I saw this red one with the crazy spikes and I couldn't resist." She says and I smile.

"Red is definitely your color." I say.

"Aww, thanks. I don't know if your hugger, but I can't help it! I'm sorry!" She exclaims, launching herself at me.

Logan's hand twitches and I narrow my eyes at him as I hug Abby back, rubbing her back.

"I'm a hugger too, Abby. Don't worry." I tease and she pulls back with a grin.

"Alright. Abby, go stand with Ducky. Introduce yourselves, guys." Gibbs says.

"I'm Ziva David." She says, stepping forward with her hand out.

"It's nice to meet you. Locklyn Rushmore." I say.

"Anthony DiNozzo. But, I go by Tony." He says.

"DiNozzo. Jen warned me about you. Nice to meet you." I say, shaking his hand as I smirk at his flabbergasted look.

The rest of the team chuckles, finding amusement in his face. He clearly had questions, but I moved onto the last member to meet.

"Timothy McGee. But, I go by Tim." He says.

"Locklyn or Lock. Your the one who wrote books based off his team, right?" I asks and his ears tinge pink.

"Yes, he is." Ziva says with distaste.

"Interesting." I murmur.

"It wasn't really about them. It's works of fictions you see." He mumbles.

"Mhm. Right." I chuckle, stepping back.

Director Shepard walks in with a file and she hands it to me. I look at her.

"I printed off their pictures for you. Thought it would help a bit." She says and I smile.

"Thank you, Director." I say.

#leroy jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs imagine #jethro gibbs x reader #gibbs x reader #gibbs #gibbs imagine #gibbs smut #ncis gibbs #ncis fandom #ncis mcgee #ncis x reader #ncisedit #ncis fanfiction #ncis ziva #ncis tony #ncis team #ncis fic #ncis imagine #ncis reader insert #ncisverse #fluff #light angst

[omniblades-and-stars]

The Way

Part i. | Part ii. | Part iii.

iii.

It’s uncanny, really. How does she always manage to show up just when things are going to the worst kind of shit and everything seems like it’s going to burn to the ground?

She’s like that. A beacon of hope.

It’s in the way that she holds herself like a respectable, serious soldier when she’s dealing with his people. When he sees her, on the very same moon he’s fighting for his life on of all places, talking to General Corinthus, he couldn’t be more proud.

She’s stoic, reserved, her shoulders are squared back, not threatening, she’s just standing like soldiers are expected to. Her gaze never leaves Corinthus while she is speaking to him. “Just tell me where to find Victus, and I’ll do it,” she says matter-of-fact. Because she’s the kind of woman who just gets things done, even when it’s not even close to her job to do it.

She waits until they’re far out of earshot of any soldiers high enough in the chain-of-command to care before she drops the hardened soldier act. “Garrus, I was so worried I wouldn’t see you again. When they hit Earth … It was so much worse than I thought it would be.”

And he knows she’s under exaggerating, because she thought it was going to be bad, but the catch in her voice tells him everything he needs to know.

The situation on Earth is as bad, or worse, as Palaven.

And she almost didn’t make it out.

It's in the way that she missed him. The very second the Primarch is settled in and she's dealt with … whatever's going on with EDI, she strides into the gun battery and locks the door. She's already shrugging out of her dress blues before he can even turn around. One of her shoes goes flying somewhere past his head as she hops up and down, kicking her legs to get out of her pants. She looks ridiculous. 

"You'd think the Alliance could spring for fabric that isn't a nightmare for the dress uniforms, but it's like they actually paid extra to have the itchiness sewn right in."

"What are you doing, Shepard?" He asks while chuckling and reaching for the clasps on his armor. He knows, because it's not like she's being subtle.

She has a lot of strong suits, but subtlety isn't one of them.

She stops her hopping, the leg of her pants is stuck on her foot, and she smiles. "I've been stuck in a room for six months. If you think that I'm going to wait a second longer to touch you again, you've lost your damn mind. You're lucky I waited this long. Your human girlfriend was this close to causing an intergalactic incident by jumping you in the middle of a tactical meeting with high ranking officers." She manages to yank herself free of the pant leg, her sock going along with it.

He's pretty sure he'll never get used to her calling herself his girlfriend. 

"There are worse ways to cause a diplomatic nightmare," he says as the pieces of his armor fall to the ground. He's not generally so blasé about his gear, but … Well …

If you had the Commander Shepard stripping in your quarters, you wouldn't care about scratches or dents on your chest plate either, now would you?

She pushes him to the cot he's set up in the battery and climbs onto his lap. Her hands are all over him, and his are all over her. Her arms are bigger, he notices. In fact, it seems like she's bulked up a little all over. Not that she was ever a small-framed woman, but he can tell she’s been working on what she used to joke with Ash and Kaidan about as “glamor muscles”.

He likes it.

She must notice how he's touching her because she says, "Didn't have a lot to occupy myself with, so I spent a lot of time working out with James." Her explanation is broken up by the kisses she's planting all over his face and neck.

"Oh, so you spent a lot of time with Vega, huh? He seems … nice," Garrus teases. He knows he has nothing to worry about. Shepard isn't that kind of girl. "Attractive, for a human."

"Who, James? Sure, he's cute, in the way a lost puppy's cute." She presses her forehead to his and smiles against his mouth, "He's a beefcake, but lucky for you, Garrus Vakarian, I prefer my men … bony." She flicks one of his plates for emphasis.

"So you still think you're funny?" He chuckles into her neck.

"I know I'm funny," she answers smugly.  But then she grows quiet and still, and he looks up at her to see that her brows are knit together. She's chewing on her lip, and it looks like she's holding back tears. "Missed you, Big Guy," she says quietly. 

"Spirits, I missed you too." Understatement of a lifetime, he thinks. 

She presses herself against him, somehow getting closer despite how she was already against him, and she sighs. She's clinging to him with her whole body, and she's so warm and he's missed her so much he never wants to let go.

This time is slow and sweet. They just need to touch.

It’s in the way she stands on her principles, even in the face of a galaxy that is telling her, “No, that’s insane!” He's not there when she marches back into the conference room to give the Dalatrass a piece of her mind.

But he hears about it. Primarch Victus recounts it dryly, with very little detail. His version is probably closer to the truth, but Wrex's version is far more entertaining. 

"So she stomps back in there and lifts the Dalatrass by her robes and shouts, 'Don't you think your people have done enough to fuck up the galaxy? Now I'm going to fix your mistakes, bitch.' And then she headbutts her," Wrex retells the story with incredible, bombastic exaggeration (and several outright lies). "If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was a tiny krogan herself. She's got quad." He has to agree, she is ballsy.

Garrus is pretty sure Shepard did not headbutt the salarian Dalatrass.

Spirits, he hopes she didn't headbutt the salarian Dalatrass. 

It's in the way she mourns. She's red-faced, while gut wrenching sobs wrack her body as she stands with her forehead pressed against the memorial wall on the crew deck. She's holding a plaque bearing the name "Thane Krios" in her hands. She tried to slide it next to Mordin's but her hands are shaking so badly that she's given up.

"They should have had more time," she says barely above a whisper. "Mordin, Thane … fuck," her voice cracks and he turns her so she can bury her head against his chest. The plaque goes crashing to the ground and she clutches at whatever handholds she can find on his armor. "He should have had more time with Kolyat."

Thane's death hits her hard. Not only because they were friends, though they were close. Her parents died when she was a teenager. She mourns for the pain Kolyat feels as much as her own. It's a pain she knows all too well.

Garrus understands. There's never enough time with them.

He misses his mom.

It's in the way that her reckless disregard for her own life drives him insane. She jumps into an untested diving mech without a second thought and disappears beneath the surface before he can utter more than a sentence begging her not to.

The waiting makes him crazy. She's not responding on the hailing frequency. And they literally have no way to mount a rescue if something's gone wrong. He's so tense he might just start taking potshots at the crashed cruiser they've landed on. He's pacing, Ash is pacing, and Cortez is desperately trying, and unfortunately failing, to keep the two of them level headed about it.

At least there's occasional drops of Reaper troops to keep him somewhat occupied. He's seconds away from leaping into the water himself.

And then another pulse happens, and the waters around them start to wave. And as if he has not already seen enough once-in-a-lifetime crazy things for several lifetimes, he sees something to top them all. Rising from the water is an enormous creature that looks eerily similar to some of the Reaper ships.

And then another.

And then another.

He's not sure what Shepard is doing under there, but it has to be "batshit" insane, as she would call it. Because what's happening topside is damn near incomprehensible. On top of the sea monsters leaving the ocean and taking to space flight right before his very confused eyes, the remaining Reaper forces are turning on each other, suddenly oblivious to their presence.

Minutes later the mech bursts up from the depths and Shepard stumbles out, and immediately loses consciousness. She comes back to in the shuttle, there is blood all over the lower part of her mouth smeared from the intense nosebleed she must have had. 

"Shepard, are you alright?" he asks, grasping her shoulders. His grasp on his sanity is slipping and the longer she doesn't answer, the closer he comes actually flipping out. 

She coughs and then smiles, it looks a little delirious, too goofy to be appropriate for what's been happening. "Yeah … yeah. Just um … just partied too hard with the ultra-ancient progenitors of the Reapers. Worked out though."

He's so relieved, so charmed by her ability to laugh even in the face of the impossible, and so, so very upset with her. He pulls her into his arms, and she's all but dead weight still. "Never do that again," he says into her hair. He wishes he never had to let go. 

"You say that like I'm always doing insane deep sea dives."

"Shepard," he groans.

"You know I can't promise not to take risks like that, Garrus. But … I'll try to be smarter about it."

He knows it's really all he can ask. It still drives him crazy. 

It's in the way she does the impossible again and again. The quarians and the geth seem intent on killing each other and destroying themselves in the process. But then she's standing between Legion and Tali, and she does it. She convinces the quarian fleet to stop their offensive and just like that … a battle hundreds of years in the making is over.

Legion is gone, but the rest of the geth are offering to help with the fight against the Reapers and to help the quarians rebuild their homeworld.

And so quarians have their homeworld again. All in a day's work, apparently. 

Tali takes off her helmet. She breathes the unfiltered air of the home she never thought she would have. She feels the wind on her uncovered face.

She is home.

How can one woman be at the center of so much good in the galaxy? She puts everything she's got into making the universe a better place.

And more confounding of all, why does she want to be with him?

He doesn't understand it, but Spirits, he's glad she does.

It's in the way that she sleeps. She curls around his body and throws a leg over him, trapping him beneath her sleep-deadened weight. He doesn't mind it. In fact, he cherishes it.

She holds him tighter when she has the nightmares. And they come more and more often. Her hands twitch like she's trying to grab something, and she whispers, "I'm sorry," in a barely intelligible slur. Thessia hit her hard. 

There are nights, rare though they are, where she sleeps peacefully. He manages to pry himself free without waking her to get something to drink. When he returns from the bathroom, she's sprawled out, her hair fanned out over her pillow, and quite frankly, a tangled mess.

The soft blue light from the aquarium plays over her skin, and Spirits, she just looks so soft. Even in the midst of all of this terror, the heartbreak, the impossible odds, his heart is full.

He sends her a message:

It's late. Just got up for some water. You're still asleep. Wanted to say how beautiful I think you are. Love G

When he carefully crawls back into the bed, she immediately curls back around him, trapping him beneath her sleep-deadened weight. He doesn't mind it. 

Spirits, he cherishes this. 

It's in the way she looks in that dress. Hot damn. He finds her fighting for her life at a car lot of all places, and seriously … damn. Distracting does not even begin to cover it.

"My eyes are up here, Big Guy," she says with a wide grin as she points at her chest. It's clear from the flush igniting down past the low cut neck of the dress that she is thinking about all the things she wants him to do to her in it. He is too.

That confidence is still apparent when they come face to face with her clone (yet another thing to add to the list of impossible things he's seen in the recent days.) He's not sure he's ever going to be able to recover from that shock. 

"I’m Commander Shepard, I never hide," Fake Shepard says with a voice that does not belong to her. 

Real Shepard, his Shepard, looks up at the her standing the next floor up, and then down at her own armored chest before cracking a ridiculous, toothy grin. "Nah, my rack is way better. No one would ever fall for it." Like she is absolutely unphased by the revelation that she has a clone and that clone is trying to kill her and usurp her life. "Bet I'm a better dancer too."

Literally everybody groans.

She's not even phased by being trapped in a dense, metal vault with quickly evaporating oxygen. She's just mad that her clone quoted her.

"I don't sound like that," she says obstinately.

"Yes, you do, Shepard," Garrus and Wrex say simultaneously.

She crosses her arms, "No, I do not. I'm way cooler. I always say, "Talk to ya later," leave 'em wanting more because I don't. And cause they get a good look at my bangin’ ass as I walk away."

"You've literally never said that. And you do talk to them again."

"Shepard, as fun as this is, how are we going to get out of here? I'm not dying in this tube," Wrex cuts in.

"Oh, right. Glyph!"

She's still arguing about how she ends conversations as they race to save the Normandy from … her.

It's in the way finally, finally he renders her a stuttering, nervous wreck on the dance floor. She swears she'll get revenge. Absolutely worth it to see her blushing in that dress again.

They barely make it back to the apartment. The dress does not survive. 

It's in the way that her mercy has limits. It's too much, the pressure, the anger, the pain is boiling over, he can tell that it's about to come exploding out of her like the blast from a nuclear warhead as they move through Cronos Station.

Unfortunately, reality still exists outside of her apartment, and they have to get back into the fight again.

And then Kai Leng makes the very stupid mistake of trying to catch her with her guard down.

Shepard breaks his stupid, impractical sword, before she grabs him by the collar of his armor. She throws him to the ground and she burns with raging, electric blue fire. She's on top of him in a flash, screaming as she pulverizes him with her fists.

"Is there nothing human left in you? How could you see what happened on Thessia because of you and not know that you're the one who's wrong? I could have stopped all of this so much earlier!" She's shaking the man, who is barely holding onto the tethers of life. She punches him square against the temple, Garrus can hear something crack. "For Thessia."

Then she reaches for the broken remnants of the assassin's blade and drives it hard into his chest. "For Thane, you son of a bitch. Go to hell," she growls and then spits in his face as he dies. It’s shockingly disrespectful.

Garrus has never seen her so angry. She looks wild, her eyes are wide, frantic, her chest heaves, and tears fall as she catches her breath.

Maybe it says something unflattering about him, but he doesn't care, he's proud of her. The man deserved much worse than that.

It's in the way they say goodbye. He hopes it's not goodbye, he has faith in their chances.

He has faith in her.

"We're going to do this together, Vakarian. Like we were always meant to. So you'd better learn to duck," she says with a half smile. Her eyes are wet, and her voice is right on the verge of breaking.

"Sorry, turians don't know how. But I'll improvise. " She grips his hands tight. "Forgive the insubordination, but your boyfriend has an order for you: Come back alive. It'd be an awfully empty galaxy without you." They hold each other, and she presses a kiss to his mouth.  Tears spill over, and he can taste them. 

"If I don't make it out of this, just … you're never alone, alright? I'll be watching you from somewhere up there."

He says, “Never,” because it’s what she needs to hear. But he knows that a galaxy without her in it is not a galaxy he wants to live in.

During the push to get to the transport beam, his worst fears come hurtling into reality. An IFV explodes, practically right on top of him. Ducking probably would not have helped. Shepard’s calling in an evac before he regains his senses. She and Javik are helping to carry him to the Normandy’s waiting cargo bay.

“Go! You have to get out of here!” she shouts over the earth shattering sound of Reaper laser fire.

“And you’ve got to be kidding me!” he shouts back. His heart is pounding, cold fear clenches his gut.

She shakes her head, “Don’t argue, Garrus. I have to do this.”

“We’re in this until the end.” 

They’re supposed to do this together.

Her hand is caressing his face, and it takes everything he has not to just grab her by the arms and pull her onto the ship with him. “No matter what happens here, you know I love you. I always will.”

“Shepard, I … love you too.”

“Go!” she shouts as she sprints away to go do the most reckless, dangerous, suicidal, brave, selfless, heroic thing any person in the known universe has ever done.

And it breaks his heart.

It's in the way she’s victorious. His heart is broken and it hurts worse than the pain from his injury. But at the same time, his heart is full of pride.

She's done it.

For years they've fought this battle. And as that terrifying red beam chases the Normandy through the relay, he knows that she's done it. Maybe it cost her her life (they don't know yet), but she has defeated an enemy so powerful, so huge, that it was supposed to be impossible.

Shepard has done the impossible …

Again.

When the Normandy crash lands, it's not as bad as they all worried. EDI is gone, and that's heartbreaking too. But the crew is able to get the Normandy in the air again with a few days of hard work.

There's destruction everywhere. The mass relays are all damaged or destroyed.

But the Reapers are really gone. For good.

She did it. He always knew she would.

It's in the way he has hope. Garrus is a lot of things, a failed C-Sec detective and vigilante, and he knows now, a hero (her influence, of course). But no one has ever accused him of being an optimist.

But as he stands before the memorial wall on the Normandy, holding the plaque with her name, all he can think is, "No, she's not dead." He knows his girl, and his girl is a survivor.

They're going to make it back to Earth. They're going to be able to rebuild, repair, and flourish.

And he's going to be together with her again.

She makes it easy to hope.

It’s in the way she survives.

#mass effect #fanfic #garrus vakarian #femshep #shakarian #the way #part 3 #weep with me friends #daisy screaming into the void

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hero || Phillip Graves ||

A/n: I’ve decided to write this imagine out , I’ve come to love this bastard, so I’m changing the cover up incident with Phillip tying to get to the men only for his things being cut off so he had no clue what happened and he doesn’t know about the cover up.

Warnings: Blood, torture, death, angst with a happy ending.

Getting told to betrayed the 141 task force was something he never expected Shepard to say. He didn’t even know how to respond to that but then the man had to bring up you, he had to bring up his little girl. He had no choice but to agree and while he may have told Shepard he would, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t warn Ghost and the others.

“What do you mean he’s trying to burn us.”

Adverting his gaze, Graves frowned placing a folder on the table with all the information he manadged it dig up. “You we’re getting to close.” He sighed dropping his shoulders. “It’s what he told me to do alright, he threatened to have Y/n killed, threatened my kid….look I need you to get her. Bring them somewhere safe….I’ll try to keep him off you’re trail but I do know one thing. You can not trust my team.”

+•+

Soap frowned as he glanced at the home, it was a nice little house. Something that Simon was not expecting at all. “Laswell confirmed Graves suspicions.”

“Which means he’s going to kill Graves when he finds out that he’s gonna help us.” Soap stated grabbing the door handle.

“Well let’s hope it won’t come to that.” Ghost muttered as he nodded to Soap.

Slipping out of the car, Johnny rolled his neck knocking on the door. Once it opened the man was taken back by how attractive you were though he finally noticed a three year old clinging to your leg.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes?”

“Y/n Graves? I’m here on behalf of your husband.”

Your eyes went wide for a moment, you started to panic. “W-what’s wrong with Phillip.”

“Nothing! It’s nothing. I am just sent here to bring you too him.” Johnny explained rubbing the back of his neck.

“Okay…do I need to get a bag?”

“Nope! You two are just fine.” He smiled as you gave him a look as you lifted your son up.

“Okay…”

Watching as you walk towards the car, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

At least you were safe.

+•+

Graves sighed closing his eyes with relief, hearing you were safe, he couldn’t help but relax though seeing the computer blink the man quickly fixed his position answering the call. “Sir.”

“You disappoint me Graves…but I should have learned when you ran off to help those men. It’s a shame it has to come to this you were a damn good solider.”

“I do-.”

Getting cut off, Phillip felt a blinding pain in the base of his skull.Falling to the ground he could fell the blood tricking down the side of his head. Everything was spinning though he didn’t have a chance to get up due to the kick to his stomach.

“Such a fucking pussy Graves…Can’t even follow an order.”

Spitting some blood on the ground, Phillip let out a scoff. “So they sent the lap dog…hehe…hate to break it to you Cater but they know.Have fun trying to kill Ghost.”

The man Cater, knelt down infront of Graves’s his hand grabbing his hair. “You just don’t know when to shut the fuck up…I’m going to find them and then I’ll find your wife…I’ll have a lot of fun with her.”

“Don’t you fucking touch her, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Glancing at the gun in his hand the man let out a sigh. “You’re not in the best position to be making threats…night night Graves.”

Taking the but of his gun he knocked Phillip out, turning to his men he nodded to the unconscious body. “Get him out of my sight.”

+•+

Graves couldn’t count how many days he’s been here. The torture was starting to make him feel like he was going crazy. He could have been here two days, hell it could have been a week for all he knew, the only thing keeping him sane were thoughts of you and his little, knowing you were safe.

Hearing the door open, Phillip let let out a chuckle licking his lips, tasting the dry blood. “So what will it be today boys. You gonna break another finger, oh how about you put more cigarettes out on me but you know I gotta say the water boarding is my favorite.”

“You just don’t know when to shut your mouth do you Graves.”

Leaning back in the chair he let out a snort. “What can I say…it’s part of my charm.”

Clark gritted his teeth as he stepped forward pulling out a switchblade. “Tell me where the hideout is.”

“Go fuck yourself. Or better yet fuck Shepard.”

“You had your chance Graves”

Philip did his best to hold out but god he never expected for it to be this bad. A scream tore through his lips making his throat raw but deep down he knew he would take this and more, as long as you were okay, as long as his daughter was okay he could handle this.

+•+

Slumping forward in his chair, Phillip was surprised they even bandaged his eye. Hearing the door open, he closed his eyes hearing the clicking of the gun though glancing up he saw a shadow pass by and that’s when he started to laugh.

“Why the fuck are you laughing Graves? I’m about to put a bullet in your head.

“It’s nothing…I mean…I only saw a Ghost.”

The man did not get a chance to react, the room echoing with a gun shoot as he fell forward dead.

“Shit Graves.”

Looking up, Phillip gave them a bloodied smile. “Took you long enough.”

Phillip didn’t remember much after that, he didn’t remember getting tended too, nor did he remember hearing your screams, he was just tired and when you’re tired you sleep.

+•+

“You don’t have to fret over me Y/n.” Phillip was still trying to deal with the news of being blind in his eye now. He could deal with the burn wounds and scars on his body, but this, this was hard.

Sighing you sat next to his bedside, your hand holding his as your daughter fell asleep in his lap, clinging to him.

“I have every right to fret over you Phillip…you nearly.” Holding back tears you brought his hand to your lips giving it a kiss. “Seeing them bring you in, it killed me….I thought.” Tears now sliding down your cheeks you quickly slipped into his cot resting your head on his chest.

“I’m.”

“Don’t apologize, it wasn’t your-You’re a hero Phillip.”

Scoffing, he placed a kiss to your head. “It’s my job and if I had the choice I do it again.”

Glancing up at him you then gave him a weak smile. “Fine,your my hero…that good.”

Grinning, he tipped his head capturing you lips in for a kiss. “Now that I can take.”

#drabbles #drabble #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x you #Phillip graves #tw: blood

[stormikins]

7 snippets, 7 mutuals

I was tagged by @omniblades-and-stars you can find her post here

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sour apple baby me1: Feros, Ash POV - I enjoy this dialogue exchange very much

“You two go to the utility building,” Alenko orders her and Liara. “If we can get power turned back on, maybe we can come up with some defenses.” “Will the geth not simply hack those?” Liara asks. Garrus snorts. “Have you seen this colony? Whatever they got won’t be sophisticated enough to hack.” “Whether their defenses are good or not, doesn’t matter,” Alenko cuts in. “Power is what the people need.” “Amen to that.” Williams hefts her rifle and nods, trying not to laugh, “why we got democracy.” Alenko sighs at her, but she can see the crinkle of his eyes in a smile. “Go.” Liara starts for the door, and she walks backwards. “You know, LT, splitting up in a horror vid never goes well.” “It’s a good thing we’re not in a horror vid then.” “Coulda fooled me.” “Go,” he says while chuckling. She gives a two-finger salute and then swivels on her heel.

the rest is under the cut!

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sour apple baby interim between 1&2: Kaidan POV - this is rough just fyi

Noveria. Practically Illium but nestled in what’s now Alliance space. It makes sense that they would find Cerberus here. Noveria doesn’t look any different to Kaidan; mountain peaks in the distance, snow everywhere, winds that threaten to knock him on his ass. Their approach is like Peak-15’s: dodge turret fire and go through the front door. They crouch behind the fighter jet that’s on the landing pad, the turret firing on them. Coats cloaks though, moving right to survey while Riley starts her hack of the turrets. “Seems like they’re willing to let the turrets do the work,” Coats comments through the comm. “Or they don’t want to be in this cold. Fucking hell,” Fredricks grumbles next to him. He even adds in a shiver for emphasis. “Why’d we have to come in the middle of a blizzard?” “Riley?” Kaidan asks instead. It’s like the wind swirls up ghosts of snow. Garrus asked the same thing. “These things are old Alliance. Just another minute.” The turrets stop a minute later. “We wanna draw ‘em out or go in headfirst?” Kaidan asks. Fredricks hefts his rifle and Kaidan knows he’s smiling behind his helmet. “I say we kick down the front door.” “And walk into an ambush?” Riley retorts. “Let’s draw them out.” “The more we kill out here, the less we have to fight inside," Kaidan agrees. “But inside is warm,” Fredricks responds to him. “Do you always complain this much?” Riley asks. “Only when my balls are about to freeze off.”

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sour apple baby me2: Minuteman Station, Shep POV - tfw you wake up and your body literally looks like its been through hell

The scars continue across her body in the same way like on her arms and legs. Across her left collarbone, top of her left thigh, her right ribs and the back of her right shoulder. But there’s one stretching almost from left armpit to hip. It’s wider than the others, definitely longer. She’s got a Grand Canyon from hell carved into her body. The glow of it seems to pulsate with her heartbeat. 

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sour apple baby me3: down time Nihlus POV - some nice intimacy between

Kal places his hand under Nihlus’ chin, his throat, keeping him there as he moves the brush. Kal starts around his eyes, sweeping around them and then up in bold strokes. He’s never done this before— either of them. Kal marking a turian, and Nihlus letting anyone but family or an artist do it. He tightens his hands on Kal’s thighs. It doesn’t seem like Kal hasn’t, not with how sure Kal’s movements are. He’s humming as well, and Nihlus has to tap down his own responsive noise to that. He doesn’t want to distract the man after all. A lone finger under his chin as he drags the brush down it in the three stripes.

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The Kal Project take 2: Kal POV

During Kal’s break, he finds Shepard at the galaxy map. While he wasn’t intentionally seeking her out, it is nice to have run into her. The map is transformed to a hologram of a planet, most likely the one they’re orbiting, and her hands are outstretched, manipulating two circular holograms in front of her. There’s a graph to the side, fluctuating with its spikes. He leans against her desk on the left, crossing his arms as he watches her. She’s utterly focused on her work, with that familiar scowl pinching her brow. His eyes trace the scar on her cheek, and then the line of her jaw to follow down her neck. He can feel himself blush as he follows it all the way down her biceps and forearms to her hands once more. Ancestors, she’s beautiful. “Something interesting, Kal?” Her head is turned toward him now, when he snaps his head up to meet her eyes. He gives a little shake to his head. “Just you.” She scoffs, looking forward again, but she doesn’t quite smother her grin. After a moment of staring at the hologram, she looks to him once more and juts her head. “Well, come on.” He lets out a little “yay,” as he eagerly straightens and ascends the steps to stand next to her.

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Untitled Joker/James: Joker POV

Joker always thought Ashley was exaggerating about getting trapped in awkward elevator rides but here he is. Joker stands like a normal person in it, in the middle, simply watching the numbers tick down. James on the other hand, leans against the wall with his hands in his pockets. Staring at him. On principle, Joker doesn’t stare at the way his Henley stretches across his chest. It’s like every shirt the man owns is a size too small.

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Untitled mistletoe Garrus/Mshep: Garrus POV

Christmas tradition. Everything the past two weeks have been about Christmas traditions according to Joker. Burnt cookies stinking up the battery from how bad Jack made them. Multicolored lights everywhere Jacob could put them and, in some places, where he shouldn’t. Glitter… everywhere. Mistletoe. The little sprigs of plants seem to be everywhere on the ship, no doubt curtesy of Kasumi. Joker and Miranda got caught under one and after a simple kiss, both looked away with bashful eyes. Zaeed had managed to catch Samara and after him blustering for about a minute she had kissed his cheek. He stood there bright red while she continued with her day. Kasumi has yet to get Jacob under one. Shepard got caught. With Jack. And when the two realized, they stared at each other for a mere second before colliding together in a comically exaggerated kiss. They broke away laughing, Jack’s lipstick smeared over both of their mouths. After that, Garrus decided mistletoe wasn’t fun anymore.

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