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klausysworld · 4 months

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Hello gorgeous!

Sooo I had this idea of Klaus and reader being married (she wants a divorce) but currently separated. She starts seeing Damon. Klaus lets her have her way for a bit as nothing has crossed the line, but then he finds out reader slept with Damon and Klaus goes absolutely feral over it and tells his wife that’s enough of this and drags back reader home and slides her wedding ring back on her finger.

Not His, Not Yours.

Klaus and I had slowly but surely grown apart.

We had married for decades for now, just over a century actually and to begin with it was all but a dream.

He had hundreds of thousands of gifts and words to express his love. Paintings and poems to show how pure his feelings were.

He was gentle when I needed and only ever rough when I wanted when him to be.

There wasn’t a question of doubt between us both. I loved him with all of my heart and he loved me with all of his soul. So much so that he actually proposed to me. Elijah and Rebekah couldn’t believe it but were unbelievably supportive. I even turned into a vampire so that I could be with him forever.

And for a nearly eighty years, everything was okay.

Of course the gifts were less frequent but I didn’t care about that so much. Not if I still had him. Even if he forgot to tell me he loved me, I didn’t need him to, deep down I knew that he did.

One thing I didn’t like, was when he would get flirty with other women. Especially because of how he behaved when I, heaven forbid, smiled at a man.

But still, with reassurance from his siblings and Elijah’s promise to talk to Klaus about it, I dropped it and didn’t speak of it. So he flirted, it didn’t mean anything. What’s a kiss when I have his heart?

Surprisingly Klaus never slept with anyone else. I suppose it’s unfair to say surprisingly but to be honest I had feared and expected him to have from time to time.

Especially when he became more distant. When he would disappear or return in the early hours of the morning. I would beg to know where he was and after a series of repeated yelling, he would grab me and show me his memories of the night before. Often he just got drunk and would pass out somewhere random or wonder around for inspiration, sometimes he’d attack a village and slaughter hundreds in mere hours. When finished showing me, he would give me that same look and tell me that I shouldn’t look so surprised. He may love me, but he wouldn’t ever be better for me.

And I would just nod and told him I already knew that.

And I’d wait for the next time that would happen.

We went days between sex, then weeks, gradually months and eventually we just didn’t. We slept beside each other mostly out of habit but we wouldn’t touch.

I never stopped loving him, I don’t think I ever could but I wasn’t sure if I loved him the same way anymore. And I certainly didn’t think he loved me that way. But we weren’t exactly friends either. It were as though we were just strangers at this point, strangers who held each others hearts.

And I had accepted that perhaps that’s all we would be. We lived that way for a couple of years, I’d stay with him like a shadow but that’s all I would be.

Until Mystic Falls.

So much happened in not enough time. Klaus became his true self and for some reason part of me thought perhaps that would rekindle something but he showed no more nor less interest so I just went on.

Until one day, his eyes held a spark. But it wasn’t for me. It was for Caroline Forbes.

She was blonde, young and new to vampirism but still bold and confident in herself. I was like that once, before I grew quiet and obedient to Klaus’s will.

So I took another step back and let him chase her a little. I sort of wanted him to sleep with her so that maybe he would just divorce me and I would know that what we had was really over.

But he didn’t. He gave her a present, drawings and spoke poetry to her without her realising but he didn’t kiss her or even lean in.

He still would come back to bed and lay beside me like usual.

I didn’t want him to think I would hate him if he fell for someone else. I’d rather he be happy with another than miserable with me. I knew he craved more, so did I.

And so with a lot of courage, I asked for a divorce but he refused me. That I didn’t understand.

“Why?” I asked, my brows pulling together as he scowled

“Because you’re my wife” he answered as though that meant anything anymore “I have loved you for a century. I will not just be done with you”

“Loved, Klaus. Loved. It’s in the past.” I argued

“I love you now as much as I did then” he told me, his voice raising

“No Klaus…you don’t” I whispered, my eyes glancing to the floor as I let out a small sigh. This was probably one of the reasons he liked Caroline more. I showed weakness and submission too easily to him. The difference was that I knew he wouldn’t kill me if I fought back but I feared it would be worse.

“We’re not getting a divorce. Ever.” He stated calmly, though I could feel his anger.

“I can’t do this Klaus” I mumbled. “I can’t just be known and your wife and hide in the house all the time”

“Then go out” he grumbled

“You don’t let me” I answered, remembering the last time I went out without telling him and he yelled at me for being inconsiderate and stupid. Apparently it wasn’t safe for me without his protection due to being so intimately associated with him.

“Well…now you can” he replied matter of factly.

“You should ask Caroline out” I whispered “She likes you too, Rebekah heard her talking to Bonnie about you”

“I wouldn’t-“

“But maybe you should” I sighed, hesitantly looking him in the eye once again. “You should at least try…you might like to be with someone…” I paused and swallowed dryly “someone else”

“Are you seeing…someone else?” He asked quietly, his eyes flicking between mine.

“No…not yet” I whispered and he nodded

“But?”

“But I think I should” I murmured before falling back into silence.

We stood there for a while, uncomfortable and guilt ridden before his phone went and he reluctantly left.

He didn’t come to bed that night.

To me that seemed like his way of confirming that we wouldn’t be together anymore, or for a while at least.

When I saw he had made up a bed in one of the guest rooms, it was clear that was the case.

So I started to go out a little.

When I saw Klaus with Caroline at the grill, I realised I needed to leave. Leave town, his life so that I didn’t ruin his chances.

But as fate would have it, when I rushed out of the building, I walked straight into Damon Salvatore. He recognised me in an instant and was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“What’s Klaus’s wife doing out and about?” He snickered and I sighed

“I’m not” I mumbled and he raised a brow

“Not what? Not his wife or not out?”

“I’m going home” I whispered, walking outside but he followed.

“Oh come on, I didn’t mean to scare you off so quick” he chuckled and I rolled my eyes

“Please. You couldn’t scare me” I muttered “have you seen who I’m supposed to be married to?”

“Supposed to be eh? Things not turning out?” He pressed, walking backwards beside me as I made my way back to the mansion.

“My marriage falling apart won’t benefit your precious Elena. It’s been broken for years.” I grumbled, and he rolled his eyes

“Forgive me for being curious” he muttered, his annoyance shining making my heart sink. I didn’t like it when people were rude and now I was the one doing it.

“Sorry” I whispered “I didn’t mean to sound so snappy”

I could feel his eyes on me as we neared the manner and before I could get it the door, his hand reached for mine which however pathetic it may seem, made my smile. Nobody had touched my skin for months.

“You should come out more, I’d like to talk with you some more” he told me and I faltered

“I wouldn’t tell you anything- not about him”

“I didn’t think you would” he answered, before leaving.

After that I went out a little more.

Damon would tease me and make me laugh. He would draw out the little confidence I had left and have me use it. I’d taunt back at him and go so far as to flirt once I’d had a few drinks.

After a while he asked to take me out. I thought he was joking.

“Oh will Elena be joining us? Perhaps Stefan to?” I laughed but he didn’t even smile

“I’m serious” he stated, his hand squeezing mine “just us…anywhere you want”

I stared at him “I um…I don’t know” I whispered, nervous and confused.

“I can wait” he answered as he caressed my arm softly.

When I got home Klaus was already there, his eyes on me in an instant. Without a word he placed his wedding band on the table before him and walked out the room. I felt a lump form in my throat as I shakily slid both my wedding and engagement rings off and put them beside his.

I went upstairs and cried. And I felt stupid for it because I was the one who asked for this.

So after a moment I pulled myself together and grabbed my phone. I took a breath before sending Damon a message

I like the Italian the next town over?

He replied quickly

Friday, 7?

I’ll meet you there

I’ll see you soon

I swallowed thickly and closed my messages before searching for apartments near me to rent.

If Klaus and I were actually ending this then I wanted to do it right. That meant I needed to live without him fully, so I sent in some applications to a couple of places.

Before any of them could come back, my date with Damon came around.

It went surprisingly well. We ate, spoke, joked and laughed. He paid, insistent that I shouldn’t. He then drove me back to the mansion and kissed me goodbye.

I refused to look anywhere near Klaus when I went up the stairs. He never said anything either, we spoke only if we absolutely had to and on the occasion that Damon and I would see Klaus out, we would instead go to his house for a while.

I spent a lot of time with Damon, he made me feel more alive. He brought back the spark in me that I thought I had lost and built my confidence back up. He made me feel more things in a couple months than Klaus had in the past fifteen years.

I knew it was wrong to compare them, but when all I had ever known was Klaus…he was all I had to know how a relationship worked to be able to tell if what I had with Damon was really something.

It progressed quickly, it scared me somewhat. I worried that it was a trap to make me help him with everyone else. However when I heard him defending me to both Elena and Stefan, I double guessed myself.

Slowly I felt myself begin to trust Damon, I felt as though I was learning to love and desire once more.

It was because of that feeling that I didn’t stop him when he began to take my clothes off. Or when he trailed his lips down my skin and pressed his mouth between my legs. I cried out for him when his fingers curled inside me and I clung to him when he finally took me as his own.

I stayed beside him for the rest of the night, pressed to his chest with his arms around me. It was a warmth that I wasn’t used to anymore but that I needed and yearned for. I stayed at his house for days after, wearing his clothes and living in his arms. But unfortunately I knew that I couldn’t just move in there so soon, so I had to go back to the mansion.

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(3rd person)

Klaus found out that Y/n had slept with Damon the day after it happened. Stefan had told him so when in the heat of an argument.

To begin with he thought the Salvatore was just trying to piss him off but when Stefan’s face dropped and his heart sped up, Klaus realised it was true.

Immediately he went home and smashed every item in her room. Shredded her clothes and tore up every flower Damon had gifted her and the little photos she had printed of them. It was after he broke apart her bed and found the box of forgotten memories did he calm down. He found all the poems and pieces of artwork he had ever given her, love letters and other tokens of their love kept safe and close to her. It broke him.

Klaus never meant for their marriage to deteriorate so badly. He loved Y/n, truly. But throughout the years he got distracted. Whenever his family got to town, his focus was off her and whenever a threat showed up he made a point of being distanced from her to ensure they wouldn’t attack her. After the first few times he’d done that, she got upset and wouldn’t want to kiss him, not when he would go weeks of ignoring her and then expecting her affection.

So he began to drink some more, to forget her touch and her voice for just a moment. But it made everything worse. She began to worry he was cheating on her and to be honest he couldn’t blame her for thinking that but in the moment when she would accuse him, he would be outraged.

He couldn’t stop himself from yelling, being offended and snapping. But after, when he would hear her cries and see her curled up in their bed, he would push himself further away in hopes that he wouldn’t be able to hurt her as much from a distance.

It only got worse.

And now he was on the floor of a room that was once his aswell, crying for his marriage that would no longer last.

Eventually he dragged himself up from the floor and went back to his own room, or rather the spare room that he had been sleeping in. He dug through his drawers to find their rings that he took after they both removed them and put his wedding band back on, smiling sadly at the fond memories of the first time she had put it on him.

He held her rings in his hand tightly as he heard the front door open and closed quietly before soft footsteps sounded up the stairs.

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(1st person)

I moved as quickly but as quietly as I could up to my room. I was in jeans and one of Damons shirts so I really couldn’t let Klaus see me.

Hurriedly I opened my bedroom door only to come to a standstill. Quite literally everything was on the floor. If I didn’t know what Klaus was like, I’d have thought a hurricane had passed through the room. I stared blankly for a moment before I both heard and sensed his presence from beside me.

“What did you do?” I whisper, staring at all the little things that meant so much to me scattered and broken into pieces.

“I don’t want you seeing him” he told me, his voice firm. My head snapped to his and I felt both anger and sadness swirl inside me.

“You ruined everything I have” I uttered, my voice still barely above a whisper

“You slept with him” he stated his tone cold but his eyes showed hurt and I part of em felt guilt but the other side just wanted to smack him.

“And?” I asked, my volume increasing slightly

“And? And you’re mine. You do not get to sleep around-“

“For crying out loud Klaus! I am not yours!” I yell, pointing my finger at him “And I do not sleep around! I slept with one person”

“I should have stopped you seeing him ages ago, this shouldn’t have happened” he muttered

“You can’t control every aspect of my life Klaus. We are not together anymore. We agreed on this” i whispered, my tone tired.

“We have not agreed on anything! I never wanted this-“

“Klaus we haven’t agreed on something for a good twenty years! It’s why we’re here” I exasperated

“That does not give you the excuse to fuck someone else” he growled and I glared

“Why? Did you plan on fucking me? Because I highly doubt it Klaus. And even if you wanted to, I wouldn’t have your hands anywhere near me now” I retorted.

I knew immediately that he would speed at me and so moved out of the way, he continued to chase me round the house until eventually he had me against the wall. Both of us were panting heavily, my hands pushing at his chest but he kept me caged.

“Get off me!” I cried, kicking my feet at his legs but he only grunted and held me as still as he could. I shoved at his chest with as much strength as I could but it was obvious that I couldn’t overpower a hybrid. He faltered only slightly at the impact before his hands were grabbing my waist to lift me. Without thinking I brought my hand to his face, smacking him as hard as I could manage.

His head cracked to the side and my eyes went wide. Slowly, he turned back to me. His expression was one of surprise as he stared at me. I felt myself grow meek under his gaze and my bottom lip wobbled.

“I’m sorry” I whispered “I didn’t mean to do that- I didn’t…” I felt his hold on me weaken but I didn’t move this time. My hand tingled from where I’d hit him and so did the guilt that pooled in the pit of my stomach.

His arms slipped around me, hugging me to him and I just didn’t know how to react.

I love Klaus. I do, I always will. But I couldn’t just pretend that every bad thing hadn’t happened and fall back into his arms. I wondered if in Klaus’s mind, if he thought that just sleeping with me and telling me that he found me pretty would be enough to fix this marriage. I knew it wasn’t but I worried for what he thought.

Still, I hugged him back gently. By touch reluctant but there. His warmth enveloped me and I felt my eyes water at the once familiar sensation.

“I missed you so dearly” he mumbled, his face lowering to nuzzle the crook of my neck. He pulled away slowly and grabbed my left hand, I looked to him blankly as he slid both rings back onto my finger. “I’m gonna fix everything” he whispered

“Klaus-“ I sighed

“Just let me try” he murmured

“I-“

“Please” he whispered and I sighed softly. Only the lords know whether I was going to make the right decision or not.

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strniohoeee · 6 months

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chris and reader have a big fight and reader flinches when he raises his hand to touch his hair so then he immediately go soft and comforts her as she talks about her abusive ex boyfriend who gave her trauma

Mishandle

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris and Y/N are arguing because y/n went out without telling him, and wasn’t responding to his texts. Y/N’s trauma comes to the surface, and Chris is there to save her🫂

Warnings⚠️: Past abuse in a relationship

Song for the imagine: Reciprocate- Summer Walker

Arguing with Chris rarely ever happened, I would say it almost never happened, but when we did argue it was intense. I hated it because it brought me back to how my ex and I used to be. Although Chris has never done anything or said anything like my ex did, I still got terrible flashbacks.

I never wanted to argue with Chris, afraid that my past trauma will come out, and I’d have to tell him stuff I swore to never think about again.

But right now Chris and I were in the biggest argument we’ve ever had. I forgot to tell him I was going out, and I forgot to share my location. Doesn’t seem bad, but the issue was I had no service in the area I was at, and when the chat bubbles finally started going through I didn’t answer. I was out with my homegirls, and I didn’t even think to check my phone, or call Chris.

I originally was supposed to be home before Chris and his brothers, but we all got carried away and went to other clubs. Chris was so worried when I wasn’t answering he had Nick and Matt also contact me, but once again I wasn’t checking my phone.

I had finally checked my phone when I was ordering the Uber home, but Chris wasn’t answering me. Instead he was waiting in the kitchen fuming

That brings us to now.

“How could you go out downtown clubbing ALONE, and then you don’t even share your location, or answer me” he said angrily

“Baby I completely forgot, like it slipped my mind, and I was having so much fun I didn’t think of it” I said walking up to him and sitting down diagonal from him

“I was so fucking worried that something happened to you, like you don’t understand I was ready to start hunting for you” he said shaking his head

“I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking” I said looking at him

“That’s your problem. You never think in instances like this” he said scoffing at me

“What the fuck? Why would you even say something like that” I told him

“How do you plan a night out, and don’t even think to tell me. Like no matter what I do I always tell you where I’m at, where I’m going and who I’m with” he said looking at me

“And once again Christopher it completely slipped my mind” I told him with an attitude

“Don’t catch an attitude with me” he said shaking his head

“Don’t be an asshole, and I wouldn’t” I said

“I’m not being an asshole. I’m being a scared boyfriend” he said back

“And for the last time, I completely forgot” I spat at him

“DOESNT FUCKING MATTER” he said raising his voice

This made my heart thump faster because I was thinking back to my ex and I.

“IM FUCKING SORRY CHRIS LIKE WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT” I said yelling back

“This is fucking ridiculous” he scoffs

“Yeah it fucking is. You’re getting yourself upset and worked up, clearly I’m fine” I told him leaving in a little closer to him

He looked at me, and moved his hand to push his hair back, but I thought he was going to hit me, so I flinched and moved back

“Do you fucking think I’d hit you?” He said hurt

“I…I’m sorry” I said looking at him

“What the fuck was that” he said

“I’m….I just got a little bit of PTSD from my past relationship” I said looking down

“I’d never fucking hit you……did he hit you?” He asked as his gaze softened

“Not often, we mostly argued, but if I got him mad enough he’d hit me” I said to Chris

“How could he do that to you, I would never in a million years ever think of putting my hands on you” he said grabbing my hand and caressing it

“He just told me I had that face, a face that any man would want to hit” I said wiping a tear

“Baby…I’d never fucking do that to you, and you do not have a face like that…what a fucking dick” he said kissing my hand

“This scar on my chin…..he uh he did it” I said pointing to the deep scar I had on my chin

“What did he do” Chris asked looking at my face for answers

“He umm….well he slashed me with a broken glass cup” I told Chris

“Baby…why’d you never tell me” he said getting up and hugging me

“Honestly I wanted to forget, and I don’t remember most fights because I suffered from a lot of concussions” I said hugging him back

“Concussion?” He asked pulling away and looking into my eyes

“Yeah…he’d always shove my head into the wall” I said looking down

“I’d never do such a thing, and I hope he rots in hell. I love you so fucking much, and I’m so sorry for arguing with you. I just got so worried that something happened to my baby. I wouldn’t be able to live without you. I was ready to fucking kill for you when you didn’t answer me” he said rubbing my cheek

“I love you so much Chris, and I’m sorry. I will always tell you where I’m at and where I’m going” I said looking into his eyes

“I love you so much” he said before kissing me

The End

Hiiiii hope you guys liked this one! It’s a cute lil angsty one. I’m working on the rest of my requests now🫶🏽🖤

-J💅🏽

A/N: I love Matt so much….I wanna be his friend😔

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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Date Night (A Night In) Steve X You

A/N: I wrote this last night because my period is being aggressive and I just need sensitive Steve to come over and take care of me <3.

Warning: Period, Shower smut, lots of fluff

Word Count: 2022

Steve was surprised when he came home and your car was already in the driveway. As he opened the door, he was met with total chaos.

“Hey!”, he claps his hands immediately silencing the younger Harrington boys. “Why is everyone yelling?!”

“Junior is being mean and won’t let me play the game!”

“It’s not Andrew’s turn. Plus, he’s been playing it since he got home an hour ago!”

“Hey, what’s the rule? What’s the rule?!”, Steve repeats as the boy’s whine.

“If we can’t share, it becomes yours.”, they respond in unison.

“Good. Now, where is Bobby?”

“He’s lying in bed with mom. She was here when we got home and Grandma dropped him off earlier.”, Junior shrugged as he focused his eyes back to the TV.

“Ok, I’ll be right back. You guys are packed, right? Aunt Robin should be here soon.”

He waves his hand at them as they nod, climbing the stairs to find you. When he opens your bedroom door, he finds his youngest fast asleep on his side in front of you. You were asleep as well but you were gently groaning as your nose scrunched occasionally in pain.

When Steve lifted the covers to grab his son to let you rest, he noticed you had laid a towel under your hips. He softly caressed your face before lifting Bobby and carrying him down the stairs.

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You stirred a little while later to the sound of your name.

“What? Huh? Fuck, the boys…?”

“Baby, baby calm down. It’s ok. They’re with Robin. Here, I brought you some pain meds.”

You gladly took them, chugging down the glass of water Steve brought up with him. He sat on the bed, chuckling as you wrapped your body around his back like a snake. “Is it bad again this month?” He sighs when you nod. “Do you think you should—”

“No… no. It’s fine. Nothing too abnormal.”

Since high school Steve knew your periods killed you. They were bad then but as you got older it seemed to knock you on your ass less. After having Junior, though, it steadily got worse again. The months when it had you in bed, wincing, and crying scared him to death. He hated seeing you in pain.

“Honey, I know you’re scared to talk to the doctor but—”

“Steve! I don’t want to talk about this right now, okay!?”

He exhales again, watching as you try to get out of bed but fail. Steve comes around to your side, carefully lifting you in his arms, and carries you to the bathroom. As you use the toilet you can’t help but laugh at him as he leans against the sink.

“You don’t have to stand in here with me. I’m not broken.”

He smiles at your tone. “Yeah, but I find any mystery in a marriage to be overrated.”

You giggle at him before completing your needs and standing to scoot towards the sink. Steve places his hand on your lower back mostly to let you know you had support if you felt shaky.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. It’s just…hormones.”

You grin up at him as he delicately pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. “Y/N, I get it. I know… you’re worried about what she might say when it comes to more kids but… Honey, I just want you to be healthy and happy.”

“I know. One of the reasons I love you.” You lean back to look up at him and he bends slightly to kiss your lips.

“So, since we can’t go out for date night, I had an idea. I was thinking we could watch a movie and eat in bed.”

“Oh, Steve Harrington. You spoil me.”

He grinned coyly as he lifted you, carrying you back to the bed.

“What feels more comfortable? Lying on your back or side?”

“Honestly, the medication is kicking in and now that my lower half doesn’t feel like it’s trying to escape through my skin I’d like to sit up, please.”

Steve laughs as he gently places you down on the mattress. You watch with pure admiration as he moves around the room, organizing things on the dresser so the wall behind it was completely clear. He disappeared downstairs, coming back with a box of pizza and bag full of goodies.

“Will you marry me?”, you sigh happily as you reach into the bag and pull out the candy he knows you crave during this time.

“I already did! There was a whole ceremony and everything.”, he grins. “I’d gladly do it again though.” He grabs his phone as he climbs on to the bed, focusing his eyes on the screen before him. You smile as you watch his eyebrows furrow together as he concentrates; just like he did in high school when he was working on homework.

“Ok, I think I got it. You want to see something cool?” You nod at his question before he taps at the screen and suddenly The Goonies starts playing on the wall in front of you. Steve chuckles as he watches your eyes light up with amusement.

“I may or may not have bought a projector and hid it for an occasion such as this.”

You beam over at him as you curl up into his side. His arm wraps around you as his palm comes down to absently rub your back.

Throughout the movie, you find it hard to keep your eyes in front of you. Every time Steve’s fingers move along your skin, you feel electricity shoot through your body. He takes a drink from his glass and your eyes focus on his Adam’s apple as it bobs within his very kissable throat. Your own hand absent mindedly rubs against his chest, watching it rise and fall slowly as he breathes.

He had changed into comfortable clothes before waking you up and you could faintly see the outline of cock as the fabric of his shorts rested against him.

“Whoa, baby.”

You blinked back to the moment when his other hand reached over to grab your wrist. You hadn’t even realized the palm you had on his chest has gradually glided below his waist.

“We, uh, you’re going to get me going if you keep doing stuff like that.”, Steve smiled down at you as he placed your hand on his stomach.

“Can we?” You slid your fingers under his shirt, running them along his skin.

“Honey, I…you’re in pain—”

“Not as much right now and they say orgasms really help with cramps.” He exhaled a breathy laugh as he licked his lips trying to contain his pleasure at the thought. “I just… I need to feel you desperately for some reason. Well, hormones I imagine but…” You both chuckle as the hand behind your back comes up to run through your hair.

“Okay. I’ve never…we’ve never…”, Steve stuttered, completely unsure of how to proceed.

“I think we would both be more comfortable in the shower. Less mess to.”

His lips lean over to kiss your forehead. “You know I don’t mind it getting messy.” You giggle as he climbs out of bed and lifts you in his arms again, carrying you towards the bathroom.

Steve turns on the water, making sure its warm before keeping an eye on you as you disrobe and step in. Even the small actions of watching him stumble around to take off his own clothes was turning you on even more. You weren’t sure if he did it on purpose to make you laugh or he was just that graceful but it was part of what made Steve him and you loved it.

As soon as he climbed in with you, you immediately clasped your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to yours. You were quick to get him in the shower but as soon as his arms were wrapped around you, you felt like you could stay like this forever.

His lips chased yours as you kissed down his chest to his stomach, his fingers tangling in your hair behind your head.

“Baby, babe…”, he whispered as you began to lower your body below his waist. “You don’t have to… trust me. You kissing me like that…I’m fucking hard as a rock.” Steve tilted your head so he could place your lips back on his. “I want to feel you, honey. Can I pick you up?”

When you nod, he tenderly situates your arms back around his neck before reaching down to grip the back of your thighs and lift you, locking them around his waist. You feel him shift between your legs and you drop one of your hands to help guide him into your entrance.

“Fuck, Steve.”

“Jesus. Hold on to me, baby.”

After you do as he asks, he begins thrusting into you as his fingers cling to your body. You moaned into his ear as you felt the tip of his cock hit that sensitive spot inside of you repeatedly, setting your skin a blaze.

“That feels so good. Oh my god.”

Steve grunts into your neck as his mouth trace along the side. You lightly tug on his hair, placing his forehead on yours, your pussy fluttering around him as his pants hit your lips.

“Harder, Steve. Please.”

He holds you tightly as he drops one your legs from around him and pushes your back against the tile.

You whimper as he pumps into you vigorously, your eyes leaving his face to lustfully scan down his body as your palm slides down his hairy chest and back up to his neck. Steve’s eyes meet yours with a small smile.

“I love—mmm—when you touch me like that.”

“You’re so fucking handsome. I can’t help it.” He chuckles as he kisses your lips. “Make me cum, baby. Please. I need you to make cum.”, you whisper.

His head falls to your shoulder as he chases both your highs.

“F-fuck, yes, Steve. Just like that. Cum with me. Please…” You repeated your last word in his ear over and over until felt the coil in your belly snap as your arms held him tightly to you. His rhythm stuttered and he moaned loudly into your skin as he released his seed inside of you.

Both of you stayed like that for a while, you relishing in the closeness of the man that you fell in love with.

“Are you okay?”, he murmured as he lifted his head to look down at you.

“Better than.”

Your answer makes him smile as his grips your hips, slowly pulling out of you. “Let me take care of you, honey.”

You stand there patiently under the warm water allowing him to clean you as he periodically leaves gentle kisses along your skin.

After he turns off the shower, he holds your hand as he helps you out of the tub and quickly dries you off.

“Okay, babe, do your thing and get dressed. I’ll wait for you out here.”

You giggle at the sight before you as you step out of the bathroom. Steve had thrown on a pair of boxers and was laying haphazardly over the bed with his leg hanging over the side. He was smiling at his phone as he lazily brought a piece of pizza to his mouth.

“You’re such a dork.”

His grin grows as he gestures for you to come lay with him. As soon as you do, he shows you his phone displaying a picture Robin had sent to him of all three boys watching a movie with her girlfriend.

“What are they showing them?”

“Killer Clowns from Outer Space.” You both laugh as he wraps his arm around you, bringing your head to his bare chest. “After we finish this, we should watch that.”

“I’m down.” You lean up to kiss his cheek and jokingly turns his head just in time to capture your lips. “How did I get so lucky to have you?”

“Oh, sweetheart. I wouldn’t know. I ask myself that every day about you.”

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Date Night Series

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🤠🏉🥇🥊🐓Sports Fic Recs🐓🥊🥇🏉🤠

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Ao3 Authors: Abliafina, Barnes_Brain, Discosleaze, Ginnydear, Greenstuff, Hangmanbradshaw, Hypnagogicpunisher, Infinitejaust, KatofKanals, Marchrain, Midnight___phoenix, Ok_thanks, Vahosi, Teacupivy, Trinipedia.

Different Strokes by infinitejaust {E}

{Olympic swimming}

Jake looks over at Bradshaw, who’s got his arms crossed, biceps flexed. Outside the box, huh? Jake smiles. He has a wonderful awful idea.

and they were rivals (oh my god they were rivals) by ginnydear

{NFL}

unsportsmanlike conduct {M}

He didn’t expect there to be highlight reels of him and Jake Seresin arguing and jawing at each other after their first game against each other. His Uncle Mav’s recorded it, saying it’s the beginning of his long, successful career - to have a rival. Bradley thinks it’s a pain in the ass. or - the hangster nfl au

jersey swap {M}

“I think you’re right, and I’d dare to say that’s Bradley Bradshaw next to her. He and Robert Floyd have been friends since college, if you remember that from their draft.” The camera stays on the group for a second longer and then it switches to where Floyd is standing on the sideline, a large blue coat covering his body. He’s talking to Jake Seresin and the camera catches the moment they both look up towards the stands, Floyd waving excitedly. The screen splits in time to see Natasha waving back, as well as everyone around her. or - a hangster nfl au slice of life

skills test {E}

“I don’t have all day, Bradshaw,” Jake yells, dribbling the ball a few times. Bradley pauses and bends his knees, bouncing the ball between his hands. “Such impatience,” Bradley says, starting to move the other direction. Jake takes the ball in one hand and cocks his arm back, watching with glee as Bradley’s eyes widen a bit. “Take the shot then!” or - jake and bradley are selected to the pro bowl.

play-action fake {T}

“Come home with me.” Jake breathed against Bradley’s lips. His shallow breaths break up his words, but he gets them out all the same. Bradley chuckled and brushed his thumb across Jake’s bottom lip. “I’m always gonna come home with you.” He muttered, pulling his thumb down and leaving Jake's mouth agape. or: Jake asks Bradley to come home to Texas with him

top gun hockey au by ok_thanks

{Hockey}

invisible string {M}

Jake being traded to San Diego should definitely not cause Bradley to feel so unhinged. Not at all. He can be teammates, they've done that before, except that Jake is just as annoying and attractive to Bradley as he was when they were younger.

such great heights {E}

“Not sure if it’s clear by now, but I sort of had a huge thing for you.” No words come to mind — no, scratch that. Too many words flood Jake’s brain and sit at the tip of his tongue, but none of them seem fit for expressing the gooey feeling overtaking his heart.

Sliding Series by Barnes_Brain

{Baseball}

Parts 1-6 are the original Sliding Into Home Part 7 is an Alternate Universe Where Bradley is a reliever and Jake is his catcher

Sliding into Home {E}

{Baseball player!Bradley & Social Media/In-game host!Jake}

Bradley is the star shortstop for the St. Louis Cardinals. The announcers adore him, his teammates love him, and the fans, mostly female, relish that at 29 he’s still single. Right before the start of the season he meets Jake Seresin, the new in-game host and social media admin. Jake has a smile that lights up the sun, an ass that Bradley could stare at for hours, and abs that go for days. Most important? He does not seem to give a shit about the fact that Bradley’s one of the best shortstops in the game. Jake Seresin did not expect to end up in fucking Missouri of all places, but after 4 years in the Navy to pay for a Public Relations and Communications degree? He’s gonna fucking use it. So Imagine his surprise when a moustached hunk runs into him in the tunnels of Busch Stadium. Literally. Jake won’t lie he’d climb the man in front of him like a tree, and might actually if he lets him. The only problem? He doesn’t even know what a shortstop does? When Bradley finds out Jake doesn’t know the difference between a foul post and a goal post he makes it his mission to make Jake fall in love with the sport that changed his life. He never imagined he’d get Jake falling for him instead. He wasn’t going to complain.

Caught Looking {E}

{Pitcher!Bradley & Catcher!Jake}

After spending three seasons in the Japanese Major leagues, also known as the NPB, pitcher Bradley Bradshaw has finally made it back to The Show. Signed to the Seattle Mariners, not only does he have to get reacquainted with the league, he also needs to get adjusted to their new catcher, Jake Seresin. The only problem? No one knows that they fucked through the minors together. What if the accident never happened in Sliding into Home? What if Jake actually showed up to one of Javy’s games? This is how things would change.

You gave me time to find out what my heart was lookin' for by trinipedia {E}

{Boxer-Personal Trainer!Bradley}

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw is a personal trainer, among other things. He specializes in preparing young actors for their next action role, but when he's given the task of turning dancer/actor Jake "Hangman" Seresin into a believable boxer, he has his work cut out for him.

An Inside The Park Home Run by Midnight___phoenix {T}

{Baseball}

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw was a First round draft pick for the New York Yankees. He was highlighted while in the minors as the next best Third baseman of our generation. He likes to think the hype was true. He bats over .300 every year (well despite his rookie year where he batted .282 and ended up winning Rookie Of The Year, but he likes to think of that year as a fluke when it comes to his batting average.) and has won the Gold Glove award three times in 10 seasons in the big show. He is without a doubt one of the best current ball players. He just wishes he wouldn’t get compared to Jake “Hangman” Seresin so much.

Formula 1: Deceive to Achieve by greenstuff {E}

{F1}

When new teammates, Jake and Bradley, agree to pretend they’re in a committed relationship to land a sponsorship deal, they probably should have factored in the possibility they might fall for their own lies.

Two-Way(s) Forward by Barnes_Brain {M}

{Hockey player!Jake & Rink owner!Bradley}

Jake Seresin was the LA King’s best two-way forward, leading not only his line, but his team with the coveted C on his chest. But when an injury sends him to Bob Floyd, PT extraordinaire, in hopes of getting back on the ice, he finds a little more than a path back to his career.

Desire is the only motivation by trinipedia {M}

{Rugby}

After a life-altering accident, Bradley Bradshaw moves to Texas to change his perspective. Bradley has decided not to think about American football ever again, but the chance meeting with an arrogant Texan, Jake Seresin, might change it all, not only for him but for the aforementioned Texan, as well.

IWTBY Verse by hangmanbradshaw

{NFL QB!Jake}

I want to brainwash you into loving me forever {E}

“So…this is fucking weird and I have no clue what to say here.” Bradley smiled warmly and leaned his forearms against the table. “Don’t worry, Mav already filled me in, and I’ll do it.” Jake blinked. “You’ll do it?” “Yeah.” Bradley sat back with a nod. “You want to come out, right? If us appearing to be in a stable relationship will help, then I’m in.” Or, Jake Seresin has it all- fame, money, a NFL MVP trophy, a Super Bowl appearance, a lonely house, and a problem. He wants to come out on his own terms. Enter Bradley Bradshaw, the solution to said problem, or maybe, the beginning of a new problem. After all, you don't fall in love with your fake boyfriend.

Wanna Be Your Left Hand Man {E}

Europe calls. Jake & Bradley answer.

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings {E}

Nine months into their official relationship, Jake and Bradley navigate a new season of the NFL, life, and their relationship. Or Ice and Mav get married, the gang all celebrates, and Bradley and Jake find home in each other once again, in more ways than one.

love thorns all over this rose {_}

Bradley's friends watch him lose himself, find himself, and then find something even better. Or Bradley doesn’t really do dating, until he does. Aka Bradley pre-IWTBY, and a little during, according to Reuben, Callie, and Jonathan.

Watson Wildhearts by KatofKanals {E}

{HS Football}

16 year old Bradley Bradhsaw is new to Watson, Texas in the summer of 2000 and he is downright miserable—he hates the whole town and all the people in it. That includes Jake Seresin, the star quarterback and rich boy at the top of the social pyramid. Eventually, though, Bradley starts to wonder if maybe there’s more to Watson and Jake Seresin than he saw at first glance. Maybe there’s something special there after all.

get your head in the game by abliafina {T}

{Volleyball in Corporate setting}

Hangman thought he'd thrown in the towel when it came to his volleyball days, but when Rooster, the handsome team leader from another company, invites him to join the summer tournament he knows he's done for. There were worse fates than spending the day on the beach.

Love (Suite Love) by hangmanbradshaw {T}

{NFL QB!Jake}

Jake never thought he'd leave a pop concert with a public crush. Bradley was on vocal rest. Really, he was.

sparks fly (sereshaw's version) by marchrain {T}

{College Baseball & Football}

Bradley Bradshaw, the freshman starting pitcher for Pacific Harbor University, meets Jake Seresin, the new hot-shot quarterback. He hates Jake, there's not a single thing likeable about him. He hates the way his hair is held up by gel, the look in those stupid emerald eyes of his, the fact that he's a football player of all sports—Jake's insufferable. But then, why does he enjoy their banter? Why does he like the dumb toothpick that sits between Jake's teeth? Why does his stomach flip when Jake laughs? Why do his eyes keep flicking down to Jake's lips? - or, sereshaw sports uni slice of life au

when bradley falls in love (goose & carole's version) by discosleaze {T}

{NFL QB!Jake}

Snippets of i want to brainwash you into loving me-verse, from Goose & Carole's perspectives, aka watching their son fall in love.

I talk a big game that I'm scared of losin' by hangmanbradshaw {E}

{Boxer!Bradley}

Jake's a professor ready to jump back into the dating pool, Bradley's a little rough around the edges, and Nat swears they're perfect for each other. She might be right. Or Jake dumps his loser ex and moves to California to be near Nat and Javy. Nat knows a guy, and sometimes opposites attract.

cuz you know I love the players and you love the game by hangmanbradshaw {E}

{College Baseball & Football & Cheerleading}

Jake's the star quarterback, Bradley's the star baseball captain. They both like playing games, turns out they want the same prize. Or Bradley dresses as a cheerleader for the team and Jake hates him (except that he totally doesn't)

suburban legends ✈ by vahosi

{NFL QB!Bradley}

we were born to be suburban legends {G}

unmarked numbers in my peripheral vision (july) — chapters 1-12 flush with the currency of cool (august) — chapters 13-24 where the spirit meets the bones (september) — chapters 25-36

we were born to be the pawn in every lover's game {_}

you kiss me in a way that's going to screw me up forever (october) — chapters 1-12 dare to sit and watch what we'll become (november) — chapters 13-24 my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand (december) — chapters 25-36

and they were batterymates by teacupivy {E}

{Baseball}

They’ve been teammates for just a few months now, but plenty long enough to have the whole dick-measuring-in-the-locker-room, fist-fight-on-the-field, make-up-behind-the-scenes, suddenly-best-duo-in-the-MLB speedrun.

red river rivalry by hypnagogicpunisher {M}

{College Football}

He’s heard the buzz about the new 4-star on the Texas team. It piques his interest. Oklahoma had been dominating the last few years of the rivalry, but betting odds were hot against the Sooners going into the game week, partially because of this Seresin kid. A true freshman, with his kind of stats, was a rarity. Bradley wonders just a bit what his passing stats would look like with him, who seemingly has fucking magnets for hands and the ability to stretch for a pass like he’s made of rubber. -- He can feel the frustration snaking through his body, settling with a numbness in his fingertips. At 2nd and 10, his pass is tipped and ruled incomplete. He can hear a jeer from the sideline, and he fucking knows it’s Seresin.

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Fun st patty’s fic idea: the gang (Robin , Steve, Eddie, etc.) find out that reader is Irish so they joking throw her a ‘coming out as Irish’ party with super cringey decor and those mint st pattys drinks from McDonald’s

Yay, I’m excited to have this little celebration! Reader is described at being Irish, as well as other cultures that are not stated. Reader was also adopted by the Buckley’s as a child, so some Buckley!reader and Eddie for you this lovely St. Patrick’s Day 💚☘️

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Robin sometimes got a bad rap for being scatterbrained or for rambling on incessantly. Both things were absolutely true, but she’s never gotten enough credit for how thoughtful and kind she is. Being her sister since you were six and she was five, you’d grown up seeing how she cares for those around her. You’d been the beneficiary of many of her acts of kindness, but you think she outdid herself this past Christmas.

Ever since the Buckley’s adopted you, you’d wondered about where you came from. Not in the sense of wanting to know who your biological parents are, but of knowing your heritage. Growing up hearing people talk about traditions that had been passed down from ancestors who came to the melting pot that is America made you jealous. Sometimes you felt stupid for it, but you wanted to know what parts of the world you came from.

On Christmas morning when you opened up a DNA kit that would reveal your ancestry and heritage, you’d teared up. Robin was watching you carefully, not wanting to miss the expression on your face; she knew she’d hit it out of the park with this gift. The way you tackled her into an enormous hug confirmed that thought. She’d helped you by reading the instructions to you as you spit in the tube and taping up the box when you were ready to send it back to the company.

The long weeks between sending in your saliva and waiting for the results were tortuous. It was amusing, however, to listen to your friends make bets about what the results would be.

“You’re definitely mostly French,” Steve said.

“I’d put money on you being Greek,” Eddie said.

“Brazilian, for sure,” Nancy added.

When you’d finally received your results back, there was a mixture of heritages on the paper, but one that dominated all of them. Irish. It made you grin, seeing the country’s name on the paper. You were from quite a few places around the world, but most of your family’s roots were in Ireland. Robin had expected the tears, no matter what the results were. Just the fact that now you knew made you emotional.

Filled with an inner peace that you’d always longed for, you went on with your life, but your sister still had a surprise up her sleeve.

As the middle of March came along, Nancy asked if you’d like to get lunch and see a movie one Saturday. Eddie was your usual movie buddy—because of your similar tastes in films and the fact that you were secretly head over heels in love with him–but it was always nice to spend time with Nancy. Lunch is enjoyable, Nancy taking you to a place that has much too fancy names for sandwiches that have basic deli meats and cheeses on them. The movie isn’t your typical pick, but you definitely agree with Nancy that the love interest is one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. You expect Nancy to just drop you off at home, but she gets out of the car as well.

“Just gonna say hi to Robin,” she says.

Opening your front door, you’re greeted by a sea of green. It’s almost blinding, your usual living room turned into a mini Emerald Isle. Green streamers hang on the walls and from the ceiling, and a green tablecloth is thrown over a table that’s covered with food and what looks like pints of Guinness. Tiny gold coins litter the room, glinting in the fading sunlight, looking like a rainbow threw them up. Not to mention your friends all decked out in green.

“What is going on?” you ask with a laugh as you step inside.

“It’s your Irish coming out party!” Robin yells.

“You wouldn’t let me throw you an actual coming out party!” you call back to your sister.

“This isn’t about me,” Robin says, waving you off. “This is about celebrating your Irishness.”

“And getting drunk?” you ask, picking up one of the pints of Guinness.

“Eddie got those,” Steve says. Speaking of the metal head…

“Happy St. Patrick’s Day,” Eddie says as he walks up to you. He’s wearing a shirt that says, “Kiss Me, I’m Irish.” Seeing the message brings heat to your face and you shake your head.

“Eddie, you’re not Irish,” you laugh.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, pink tinting his cheeks. “I know.”

“He just wants a kiss,” Robin says. His head snaps in her direction, face going from pink to red.

“Is that so?” you ask, astounded by your own bravado as the words leave your lips.

“I think your sister’s had too much Guinness,” Eddie mumbles.

“Haven’t had any,” Robin says, coming over to the table to look over the food that lays there. There’s corned beef and cabbage, various forms of potatoes, some bread, and a type of cake. Your sister notices you looking and points to them in turn. “Irish soda bread and Irish apple cake. Steve was gonna make an Irish stew but then I said he should take you out today while we set up. Eddie threw a little pity party at that idea, though.”

Eddie rubs his hands over his face, letting out a sigh.

“Okay, maybe I had some Bailey’s already,” Robin says with a shrug.

“All right, Robin,” Steve says, coming over and patting a hand on her shoulder. “You’re about to give the guy a coronary, so why don’t we have some food, yeah?”

Making sure to try a little bit of every type of food, you load up a plate and make sure to sit next to Eddie as your friends gather around your dining room table.

“You guys didn’t have to do this,” you say, looking around at all the festive memorabilia.

“It meant so much to you to learn about your heritage,” Nancy says. “When you found out you’re Irish and we realized St. Patrick’s Day was coming up, there was no way we could just let it go by.”

“Thank you,” you say, trying your best not to get emotional.

Under the table, Eddie takes your hand, making your potato-filled stomach erupt into butterflies.

“Oh!” Robin says, perking up. She hops out of her seat and hurries into the kitchen. Steve chuckles, shaking his head in amusement at her. Robin returns, five green drinks held in her arms. “I don’t think we could’ve gotten more American Irish than having Shamrock Shakes from McDonald’s.”

“It’s perfect,” you say, accepting the frozen treat from her.

“Shit,” Steve curses after taking a large sip of his. “Brain freeze.”

Robin continues to drink more Bailey’s and Guinness than milkshake, and you’re glad that you’re already in your own house so you don’t have to worry about driving her home.

“Did you intend for Robin to inhale all the alcohol?” you whisper to Eddie.

“No,” he says with a laugh.

“Whatcha whispering about?” Robin asks, but doesn’t give either of you time to answer before she continues. “OH! Who’s gonna kiss Eddie?! His shirt says he’s gotta be kissed!”

Eddie blushes, moving to fidget with his rings. The gazes of both Steve and Nancy fall on you.

“I think the guest of honor should do it,” Nancy says.

“Yeah, the Irish belle of the ball,” Steve agrees.

“Y-You don’t have—.” Eddie is cut off by you leaning in and pressing your lips against his. He tastes of mint and Guinness, with something distinctly Eddie behind it. His hand comes up to cup your cheek and you’re distantly aware of your friends cheering.

“Finally!” your sister shouts.

“Henderson owes me twenty bucks,” Steve says.

When you part—only because you need air—you rest your forehead against his, unable to keep the smile from your lips.

“How was that?” Eddie whispers, a matching grin on his own face.

“Even better than being Irish.”

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I didn’t know you wrote for da! so I want messy meeting please!?

Oh yes Dragon age is the only other fandom I've shared a work in, but never posted it on ao3. I think it's tucked away somewhere maybe I'll dig it up sometime (that's off topic it's not the AU sorry)... so some world building for the AU before sharing a snippet of Messy meeting: This is an AU where the elven empire was torn down but the elven people did not fall the way canon sets up. They still control major chunks of Southern Thedas. Some are more reclusive while others exist as proud nations. The biggest elven "Gods" are killed but others are alive and simply living in seclusion, obscured and mostly forgotten.

One such nation is The Dales, which on the map looks like the whole southern chunk of what is Orlais in the game and the forest that extends beyond where we can go.

One of the main characters in this AU is an arcane warrior form the Dales: Ser Tavish Virfalenal. He is the oldest child and scion to the most powerful family in the Dales and also a good friend of Alistair. Mamie Holloway is a historian/research from the College of Ostwick. Also has experience as a Bard. This scene is set in Ozammar. They are there to get help with fighting off the coming Blight. okay under the cut to save everyone's dashboards are the snip(s)

Pt. 1 “I’m going to warn you now, they won’t listen to you.” Warden Commander Matildis said as she adjusted her sword belt. “They will tell you no decision can be made until a new King is named. And at this rate the Thaig will be overrun before that happens.”

“They have to honor the treaties,” Tavish sounded devoid of any emotion. He detested politics and negotiations. He did not want to be here but it was not safe for Velavera and so he was here instead.”

“We tried that,” Agustin said with a hoarse laugh, “the young one agrees emphatically and the old one yells about traditions and the other six nod and shake their heads in line with their chosen nug.”

“The situation is currently messier than The Game and more volatile than a barrel of Gatlok on fire,” Matildis sighed, “I left Val Royaux because of shit like this. I was assured I’d get away from it in the Deep Roads. No time for politics when you’re clearing mindless infected from the roads.”

“And it usually isn’t,” Zali said. She was leaning against her massive hammer, looking up at the humans and elves in her company,

“usually everything is as predictable as the day’s bell. But then someone went and offed Trian and broke the King’s heart. Literally.” “Yeah about that,” Mamie glanced over to Tavish before leaning in toward Zali, “we’ve been hearing a lot of wild stories about that. What’s going on?”

“Depends on who you ask,” Agustin answered before Zali could speak, “those siding with Lord Harrowmont say Bhelen killed Trian and framed his sister to get his competition out of the way and didn’t anticipate the heartbreak his father would suffer. Those siding with the Prince stand by his story that he found Sereda standing over Trian with a bloody dagger in hand and would have killed him as well had others not shown up.”

“What he said,” Zali nodded her chin up at the tan warden. Mamie’s shoulders slumped, “okay, and what do you believe? You’re from Orzammar, you know more about this situation than the wardens do.”

Zali smiled as she bit the corner of her lower lip, “That I do, I also left my home to get away from politics. What do I think? I think Bhelen’s a liar and also the best shot this place has at surviving this mess. Ol’ Endrin may have given lip service to House Theiren and and the Elven Great Houses of the Dales but they weren’t friends. He was using the surface nations while talking big about how the Great Thaig didn’t need the surface’s farms and hunters. How we could manage on our own. He listened to isolationists like Harrowmont and had begun withdrawing from surface politics. Don’t ask me why or where buffoons like Harrowmont got these ideas, I just know what I saw and heard. Trian and Sereda both looked to the Lord as a mentor and held onto his every word. Trian would speak openly about stricter enforcement of castes and Sereda called for the audits of the shaperate records to ‘fix’ errors. Meanwhile Bhelen would try in vain to get his father to see reason; The Thaig will starve without trade from the surface. What would we honestly do with all our ore and smithing? To not destroy generations of goodwill with our surface allies. I also think Bhelen has his eye on some lass in the commons and knows his family would disown him for it. and pt 2

“We cannot break such an agreement,” Bhelen argued, “to do so would be catastrophic. My father would never have turned his back on allies!”

“He wouldn’t have but you killed him!” the Dwarf shouted back. The room erupted into shouting and the clattering of chairs being knocked back. Harrowmont stood smug on his side of the chamber, watching as Bhelen looked on in growing panic.

The group watched the chaos. The wardens and Zali were resigned while Tavish and Mamie looked on in disbelief. Tavish opened his mouth on occasion to try and reclaim the room but each time decided against it and sighed. Once the shock wore off, Mamie set about digging in her side satchel. Tavish and Zali turned to watch as she dug around, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Then her expression flashed and she pulled a small wooden flute from her bag. She smiled impishly at Tavish and brought the flute to her lips. Zali slapped at the wardens and motioned to plug their ears just in time as Mamie unleashed a shrill, ear piercing note from her flute. The shouting turned to anguished cries and the dwarves in the chamber all plugged their ears. Satisfied, Mamie lowered the flute to her chin and said, “The Blight is a threat to us all right now. Warden Commander Bouthillier’s scouts have reported Emissary sightings on several routes and darkspawn numbers are growing exponentially. If These Emissaries were to link up with the Alpha Emissary leading the Blighted Host it would spell the end of not just Ferelden but Orzammar as well. We sympathize with your current strife but must ask for you to put aside your differences to protect your people. Many, many lives are at stake.”

“Do not lecture us on duty, girl!” one of the council members shouted. Another shouted across the room to chide them. Mamie simply raised her flute, “I’ll do it again. I’ll do it every time you interrupt needlessly or attempt to derail the discussion.” “I’ll send for a member of the Shaperate to bring the treaty documentation as well as representatives of the various Castes to begin negotiations.” Bhelen motioned for someone near the door to go.

Harrowmont shouted, “oh what authority boy?”

Mamie let out a short burst from her flute while staring at Harrowmont.

Tavish looked between Lord Harrowmont and the Prince, “I suppose I’m confused as to what exactly is the hang up here? My understanding is that this Great Thaig is ruled by House Aeducan. Which would mean the Prince, being the sole surviving member, would be King.”

“He was never named heir, which means it is up to the council to determine whether he or another is crowned,” Lord Harrowmont said with a calculated smile.

“And is there anyone else being considered?” Tavish asked.

“Lord Harrowmont was King Endrin’s second and close personal friend. He knew the King better than most and has experience in assisting with Thaig management and leadership.” One of Harrowmont’s council members said proudly. Bhelen sighed and frowned at Tavish, “we’ve held votes but each ends in a stalemate. After the last one there were…attempts on various councilmembers and we’ve called off future votes until that can be hashed out.”

“Andraste’s smallclothes,” Mamie exclaimed.

Tavish glanced at his companion before addressing Lord Harrowmont directly, “If a resolution cannot be found and treaty negotiations cannot be continued I will be forced to recall the Wardens from the Deep Roads, on Warden Commander Duncan’s behalf. Without Orzammar’s aid, those Warden’s will be needed on the surface to hold the Alpha Emissary from continuing North. I would also be forced to notify King Maric and The Keepers of the Dales of Orzammar’s inability to honor their word and treaties.”

A tense mumur rippled through the chamber. Lord Harrowmont’s smug expression dropped, “You can’t do that.”

“I can and I will,” Tavish said without emotion.

Mamie added, “Ferelden and the Dales have generously aided Orzmmar in lean times without hesitation. They have famously asked for nothing in return. All that is being asked now is for old treaties to be honored.”

“Negotiations cannot be held until a King is crowned.” The council member insisted.

Tavish shugged and looked to Matildis, “then I will recall the Wardens and we will depart in as soon as we are able.”

“Wait, there has to be something?” Bhelen pleaded.

“There is someone who could serve as the tie breaker, though she currently not in the Thaig.” Harrowmont conceded.

“You’d trust the vote to her? She’s batshit insane!” Zali shouted.

A flurry of ‘how dare you’ and ‘silence, deadwoman’ filled the chamber. Mamie took a breath but before she could blow the chamber went silent again.

“Paragon Branka could break the tie,” Harrowmont continued, “she took her House to a lost minor thaig said to contain ancient dwarven technology. She believes it could aid our continuous fight against the darkspawn.”

“And how do you propose we get her vote?” Agustin asked.

“Find her and you will get your aid. Refuse and leave and all is lost,” Harrowmont turned Mamie’s words against them, “Many, many lives are at stake.”

“Do you know where exactly she went?” Tavish asked, “I will not wander blindly into a blight infested cave.”

“There is information and maps in the Shaperate,” a scribe piped up from her desk, “I know Scribe Beomar worked with members of House Branka before they all left.”

“We could look into the Paragon’s whereabouts,” Matildis conceded, “but understand if the roads are overrun we will not push forward.”

“If we cannot locate the Paragon you will either need to come to an agreement or the Commander will march her Wardens to the surface.” Tavish said plainly.

“I have faith you will find her alive and well,” Harrowmont said, “before you leave I ask you pay my office a visit. We can discuss support for the expedition.”

“My doors are always open for you, Sir Virfalenal. I have not forgotten our families long standing alliance and will provide any aid you need.” Bhelen added.

Matildis looked to Tavish and mouthed the word ‘boom.’

#dragon age au #this is an older wip #I had an altered map at one point I don't know where it is

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yourlocalmerchgirl · 8 months

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Let Me Comfort PT 1

Paring: Javier Penña x Reader

Word count: 9k

Summary: When you take a sort term job in Colombia to clear your head and have a fresh start you form a unlikely bond with you're DEA Agent neighbor and your life is changed forever

Warnings: Slow Build, Pining ,Mutual Pining ,Fluff Tooth-Rotting Fluff Falling In Love, fluffy Javier, protective Javier, Javier falling for you angst, mentions of being followed and fighting.

A/N: I’m so nervous to start posting this story because I know the fandom for Pedro and Javier Pena are strong but I’m so proud of it and am currently working on Part 2. Some slight elements are the same from the show but is mostly AU

You hadn’t been in Colombia long, about a month at this point. The last couple years have been a painful whirlwind for you and you took this job to get away from it all, hitting a reset button on your life.

Not that this was the ideal situation either, working as a part of the cleaning crew at the United States Embassy at the height of the war on drugs against Pablo Escobar.

The Embassy thankfully set you up with an apartment as part of your contract. It was in a smallish apartment building with only 3 other units not far from where the embassy was located. You hadn’t met any of your neighbors yet, all thought you often heard your neighbor having sex. Sometimes leaving for work or coming home you’d cross paths with someone of the women coming and going from his apartment, almost never the same girl but always exchanging friendly smiles and “hellos”.

“Hey, (Y/N) some of us are going to grab a drink after work if you’d like to come along?”

“Oh um…sure I’d like that!” You replied smiling

“We’ll meet in the lobby and walk down to the bar in 30” Kate said walking off to finish her tasks and change.

Your coworkers seemed nice, you hadn’t talked much but it felt nice to be invited. You hasn’t really made any friends since arriving in Columbia and mostly just kept to yourself.

You met your coworkers in the lobby and you all walked down to the bar, where you all ordered your drinks and grabbed a empty table. You sat there and made small talk with everyone, smiling and laughing along, trying not to be anxious about being out with new people.

“Thank you for inviting me, I’m going head to the market and then head home” you said, finishing your second drink before heading out.

You walked around the corner and headed to the market picking up some food for the week and some other toiletries that you needed.

You had more bags than you intended, but the walk back to the apartment wasn’t to far. As you crossed the street to make you way back home this man about your age approached and started talking and walking with you. The feeling of panic washed over you, it was dark at this point and he was insisting he carry your bags. He forced the bags from your hands and caressed your arm with his free hand. Reluctantly you walked to your place trying to get the man to leave you alone, he wouldn’t let up and followed you into the building. As you approached your apartment you pretended you couldn’t find your keys in your bag to stall as much as possible. This made him angry, he dropped your bags and grabbed your arm just above your elbow and squeezed , yelling mostly in Spanish but saying in English “unlock the door bitch”

You screamed “no” trying to pull away from him but he squeezed tighter and pulled you back, causing you to knock into your neighbors door.

You hear the lock on the door click and it swings open, a man’s deep horse voice shouts “ what the fuck is happening out here” as he opens it hanging half way out his door way.

“Fuck, fuck fuck” you mumble. You hadn’t even met your neighbor yet and this was going to be his first impression of you. Youre face flushed with fear and tears.

He sees the man your with is a local and the two men start yelling at each other in Spanish.

“I’m sorry” you whisper turning to the man. He takes one look at you and realizes your completely terrified and that the man you’re with has ahold of your arm. His whole demeanor changes as he slams his door shut and comes fully into the hallway. You notice right away the badge on his belt and then your eyes scan to the gun stuck in the front of his pants. He whispers “trust me”as he grabs your wrist and pulls you away from the stranger. He draws his gun and shouts in one swift motion. The guy takes one look at him and takes off, running down the hallway and out of the building.

You just stood there in complete shock staring at the floor covered in your things from the market, tears streaming down your face.

“Are you ok?”

Your trance broken, you quickly wipe the tears from you face, picking up your things.

“Y-yeah”

“Let me help you with those”

You wordlessly take the bags from him and unlock your door.

“Goodnight”

You turn to him with a blank expression

“Goodnight”

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It had been a few days since the incident and you were feeling less shaken by it all. The one thing on your mind was how you never actually thanked your neighbor for saving you, and that guilt was driving you crazy. I know what I’ll do you thought to yourself, I’ll make a big meal and bring him over a plate and say thank you and introduce myself. You loved cooking and baking and you haven’t done much of it down here while you were settling into your new life. Being one of your favorite things was putting on the record player and getting lost in the kitchen. It made you feel relaxed but also helped numb the sadness in your life. You dug around in your fridge and cabinets and settled on making pasta with Parmesan cream sauce with chicken and sun dried tomatoes and some cookies.

You made a nice plate full and wrapped it in tin foil and put some of the cookies in a container. You walked out to the hall way double checking your door, making sure it wasn’t locked before closing it and walking the little ways down the hall to his door. You knocked on the door and just stood there quietly thinking of what to say. After a minute you gave the door one more knock before realizing no one was home. Thinking quickly you shuffled back to your apartment, setting the plate down and grabbing a small piece of paper to scribble a thank you on it and taping it to the tin foil. You walked back over to his door and set the plate down in front of it then headed back to your apartment.

You let out a big yawn and stretched standing from the couch, turning off the tv. You make yourself a drink, put on a record and return to the couch to lay down. You take a big sip of your whiskey and soda, let out a big sigh as the sounds of David Bowie comes through speakers, filling the room and making you smile. You sink completely into the couch stretching out and completely relaxing. You sit up thinking you heard a faint knock at the door, pausing for a minute. You didn’t hear it again so you laid back down,!only to hear it again louder this time. You got up and walked to the door unlocking it but leaving the chain lock intact for it to only to open a crack. You peak out to see your neighbor leaning against your door fame, “Hi” He says waving your empty plate up for you to see.

“Oh! Hi hold on” you say surprised. Closing the door and opening the chain lock to open the door fully.

“Did you make this stuff for me?” He asks holding up the plate and the container that held the cookies his voice had a smooth deepness to it.

You smiled reaching up to take them from him. “I did, I wanted to say thank you for helping me the other night and figured it was the least i could do”

“That wasn’t nessecary, but thank you it was good”

You offer him a warm smile while taking the dishes.

“Im Javier…Javier Peña”

“Nice you meet you, I’m (Y/N)” you reach out your hand to shake his, he returns the smile and shakes your hand.

“I was coming over to see if you’d to come over and have a drink?”

You’re surprised by his offer and conflicted as to how to respond. He picks up on your hesitation but doesn’t let on that he does.

“Sure, I’d like that actually”

You return your gaze to him with a smile. “Just let me grab my keys and turn off my record player. Come in if you’d like, it’ll only take a minute.” He nods and follows you into your apartment. Letting the door close behind you two. “Sorry it’s a little messy it’s been along week” you say as your walking away from him towards your bedroom, he stops at your living room as you keep walking, enjoying the music and looking around at pictures on your wall.

You return with your keys and a sweatshirt and put them on your counter. He turns to you when he hears you enter the room again. “You like Bowie?” He says motioning yo the record player. As soon as he says it he thinks to himself what a stupid fucking question Javier. taking the record off the turntable and returning it back to its jacket you smile and nod looking at him “I do, he’s one of my favorites”

“Mine too” he reply’s holding your gaze.

He was in complete awe of you. He couldn’t take his eyes away from you, the way the dim light shinned on your face highlighting your smile and soft hazel eyes sent his head spinning. He had butterfly’s in his stomach, something that he had never felt with anyone before, and this scared him to his core. He broke your gaze walking past in to the kitchen….”ready to go” he says quickly hoping you didn’t pick up on his mood change. Really hoping you didn’t realize in that moment that you completely turned his world upside down.

You grab your sweatshirt and keys following behind him. He sees the sweatshirt in your arms as you’re locking the door. Rubbing the back of his neck he nervously gestures to it and says “you know I meant having drinks at my place not out right?”

“Yea I know, I just get cold easily sometimes so I figured I’d come prepared” you say with a small chuckle in your voice.

He makes a mental not of this comment, wanting to remember every detail he can about you incase you decided you like spending time with him.

He opens the door to his place for you and you both step in, him locking the door behind you both. His apartment is layed out about the same as yours and roughly the same size.

“ Make yourself comfortable I gonna change and I’ll grab us drinks”

You make yourself comfortable on the couch scanning around at the stuff in his living room, he didn’t have much on the way of pictures or anything about his life around. He has stacks of folders with papers filling them and empty glasses and a half full ash tray on his coffee table. A Tv and a VCR on a stand In front of the couch but not much else. He returns a moment later with two drinks in his hand and sits on the other side of the couch.

“You’re American I’m guessing?”

“I am”

“What are you doing down here?

“Oh, I work on the cleaning crew at the Embassy”

“You do? How come I’ve never seen you there before?” His tone sounds like he’s interrogating you.

“I usually keep to myself, I mostly clean of offices and conference rooms stuff like that after people are done with them. I’m also in charge of the supply rooms and make sure our team have the supplies we need. I mostly like to go unnoticed…so I don’t do the group cleaning jobs that the others do” you say looking down at your drink.

Changing the subject quickly you ask “are you American as well? do you work there too?”

“Not really but sort of, my team comes there sometimes for conferences, meetings and to use the file rooms to get more files and return ones we’ve taken”

“And yeah I’m American, my parents are both from South America. But I was born and raised in Texas. You never did say where you were from” he says raising a eyebrow

You chuckle” you know you sound like you’re interrogating me”

He chuckles and shrugs “well you don’t seem to mind because you keep talking to me”

“I guess one could say that” you say smiling looking up from you glass to realize he was looking at you intensely with his soft brown eyes. He notices you blush and looks away quickly.

“Most recently I’m from Boston” you say answering his question.

“Most recently?”he say puzzled by your answer.

You don’t want to elaborate but you realize your answer sounds sketchy.

“ I’ve moved around a lot the last couple years, trying to find somewhere that felt….that felt comforting I guess.”

“I-I’ve been through a-a lot” your voice shakes a little and you start to panic that you’re getting into a conversation you don’t want to have. He doesn’t let on that he notices but he does.

“But I moved out there with my best friend a little over a year ago, we share a place.”

“So what is it you do down here, I don’t believe you mentioned that”

“Oh look who’s interrogating who now” he chuckles smiling at you.

“Well you don’t seem to mind since you haven’t asked me to leave yet” you reply sarcastically smiling.

“Nah I guess your company isn’t terrible”he said smirking at you.

“Refill on your drink?” he asks, motioning to your glass as he stands

“Sure” you smile warmly as you meet his gaze as he reaches for your glass.

“Oh do you work with that Tall skinny blonde guy that’s at the embassy sometimes?”

We returns from the kitchen with the drinks. Puzzled he reply’s “you know Steve?”

“No not really” motioning to his badge on the coffee table. “I just recognized that you guys have the same kind of badges. He talks to me sometimes at the embassy, he’s come into the file room while I’m cleaning it before, usually makes small talk telling me about his wife. He seems nice.”

“Yea Steve is a good guy and a good partner. Glad to hear he’s nice to you, we’re both DEA Agents investigating Escobar.”

You sit up stretching your back with your arms over your head when your sleeve moves slightly and he notices the bruises on you’re upper arm. He reaches over and softly caresses the bruises catching you off guard.

“Are these from the situation the other night?”

You pull your arms down covering the bruises with your hand looking down into your glass of whiskey.

“Yes… they are, but they’re not from you pulling me away from him, they are from him grabbing me when you come out of your apartment.”

Silence filled the room for a moment.

“Y-You know you didn’t hurt me that night, I’m very thankful that you stepped in and pretty much saved me.”

“So what happened that night, is that guy your boyfriend?”

“He was a complete stranger, he was following me around the market down the street and insisted on carrying my bags for me because I was walking. He forced the bags out of my hands. I was really anxious and terrified so I went along with it because it was getting dark. When we reached the building he forced himself in the entry way. So I started acting like I couldn’t find my apartment keys as we were walking down the hall and that’s when he got really angry and grabbed me. I tried to pull away from him and that’s when I knocked into your door.”

“I hope I didn’t scare you more when I drew my gun on him.” He says staring down into his whiskey. “That’s the last thing I wanted do”

You reach over putting you hand on his shoulder, when you do he pulls his gaze up meet your. You had to admit there was something soothing about looking into his deep brown kind eyes.

“You didn’t scare me, in that moment I knew I was safe… or atleast I felt safe. I wasn’t scared of you at all.” You said giving him comforting smile. He puts his hand over yours for a moments giving it a squeeze.

You notice the time, it’s just past 12 am. You realize you’ve been here for hours. You stand up to stretch and yawn.

“ I should go, it’s getting late and I wouldn’t want to over stay my welcome.”

He stands and follows you into the kitchen as you put your glass in the sink.

“You’re welcome to stay over if you’d like”

Your both surprised by the offer. You feel your face heating up, you can feel your cheeks turning red and turn your gaze to the floor. Your showing a shyness that you hadn’t shown yet.

“T-Thank you for the offer but…but I can’t” your desire to stay and your need to throw up emotional walls competing.

“I’m im sor…” he cuts you off before you can finish. He places his large hand on your arm.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me and I’m sorry if I freaked you out.”

He pauses for a moment lightly rubbing his thumb pack and forth on your arm.

“ I would stay on the couch and give you the bed.”

In the moment you understand that he’s not trying to push you into sleeping with him. You give him a warm smile letting him know you understand what he means.

He would never admit it but he really enjoyed your company. Your nature was similar to his, you made him want to let his guard down and have a real conversation and and connection with someone. This was something he’s never experienced with anyone and that scared him. He Invited you to stay because he wanted to spend every moment he could in your presence because he was preparing himself for the strong possibility that you wouldn’t want to hang out again.

“Could I atleast walk you to your door?”

“Sure” you said trying to hid your huge smile.

“Thank you for the drinks, I had a nice time and it was nice to actually meet you outside of the circumstances of the other night”

“It was my pleasure” he said with the warmest smile. His striking deep brown eye locked on yours.

“ I know your work is busy and I image you don’t have a ton of free time but if you ever find yourself wanting some company you know where to find me.” You say turning to unlock your door and open it. You can’t see it but he has a huge smile on his face.

You turn back as your walking through your door.

“You know you don’t have to be afraid to smoke in front of me, I know you’ve wanted one all night, what do I look like some kind of prude?” You say chuckling and smiling at your joke he smiles and laughs back.

#pedro pascal #javier pena x reader #javier pena narcos #javier peña

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vampsquerade · 2 years

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Can I get a Rook x reader where the reader has asthma but insists on going for a run/biking with him?

hi anon! of course you can, thank you so much for your request! ngl, seeing a request as specific as this makes me happy bc i have experience with this and can use it to my advantage! shoutout to all my homies w asthma, we struggling out here.

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Rook x Reader: Breathakingly Breathless

Trigger Warnings: fluff, asthma, asthma attacks, use of an inhaler, vertigo spells, piggyback rides,

Your wonderful boyfriend was finally back home with you after a rather stressful mission. You were patiently waiting for him to come downstairs to your living room, as the two of you planned a day where you would run together. Julien was worried, however, as you had suffered from fairly terrible asthma. It wasn’t bad, as you were able to live a mostly normal life. But when it comes to things like basic exercises such as running or biking, you would find yourself nearly collapsing from an asthma attack if you didn’t get your inhaler ready in time. You would normally keep it in a small bag on your person, but you figured it would be best to put it into the pocket of your shorts.

“Y/N, are you absolutely sure you’re gonna want to go on a run with me?” Julien asked once more, handing you a water bottle. You happily stood up and took the bottle from him, patting his back, “Yeah! I want to be able to do things with you, even if it’s something like this!” you exclaim excitedly. Julien gives you a worried smile, gently patting the top of your head, “Well, if you feel you’re gonna have an attack, please don’t push yourself further. And don’t feel pressured to keep up with my pace either, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” he said. “I won’t, I promise.” you say, giving him a wink before you both step out of the house to make your way to the park.

As you walked, Julien explained to you what he was allowed to do about his mission. He was ecstatic, as he usually was when it came to debriefing you on them once he came home. And you were more than happy to listen, as you loved watching the way his eyes lit up when he talked about all the “cool” things he did. You found it endearing and it made Julien so much more lovable in your eyes. “I honestly wish you could just…see me in action one day. I’d love to actually be able to show off how I do everything to you. You’d probably think it’s hot, too.” Julien jokes, which caused you to let out a sharp laugh. “I’ve never seen you in your body armor, so maybe I will think it’s hot.” you tease. Julien simply looked down at you, giving you a wink, before grabbing your hand and holding it.

Eventually, the two of you reached the park, and asked an elderly woman if she could keep an eye on your bottles of water. She was happy to agree, allowing you to place them next to her. You thank her before walking off to a position where the two of you would start, “We’ll just do one lap around the park because of how big it is, alright? If you can’t finish, just go ahead and rest to recuperate and I’ll come for you.” Julien said as he stretched his legs. “Alright! Thanks for not rejecting the idea of me coming, by the way. It’s honestly really sweet of you to let me come along and remind me it’s okay if I can’t keep up.” you say as you stretch your legs yourself. “Of course! I’m not gonna be some asshole who tells his partner that they can’t come along because they’ll hold him back or something. You genuinely just want to spend time with me like this, and I really appreciate that.” Julien said.

You give him a sweet smile, standing up straight at the same time Julien did. The two of you then wished each other luck, before you both started running. At first, you and Julien were running at the same pace, until you began to wane a bit as Julien passed you. “Don’t push yourself, remember that!” he yelled back to you. “O-Okay!” you yell back, continuing to run. Surprisingly enough, you were going pretty far without needing your inhaler, so you were happy about that. It was until you two were getting to the halfway point where you started to falter a bit. That tightening in your chest was making it harder and harder to breathe, so you slowed yourself down enough to where you were just standing still. You took your inhaler out of your pocket, as you had begun wheezing pretty hard now, and inhaled your medicine to soothe the inflammation of your lungs.

You sat down on a nearby flower bed, as you had also begun to feel extremely dizzy. You contemplated getting up and walking back so you could get your bottle of water, but you were already so far out you weren’t gonna make your way back. All you could do now is look at your surroundings and appreciate them a little more. The sun was setting, the birds were getting their final chirps out before they nestled for the night that was quickly casting its veil over you, and you were watching as people were beginning to head home. Others were coming out for a night on the town, and it just made everything peaceful. Being broken out of your thoughts by a small noise, you look down and see it came from your phone. There was a text from Julien, and you smiled as you unlocked your phone to read the message.

“Hey, are you still at the halfway point? If you are, I’ll be there soon! I’m getting our bottles from that elderly lady. I’m surprised she’s still here honestly.” read the message. “I’m still at the halfway point! I was considering going back, but I feel really off balance right now. I think my asthma attack triggered a vertigo spell on me.” you reply, keeping your eyes on your surroundings again considering you were all alone. “Sounds good! I’ll be there in like, 5 minutes or so.” Julien’s reply read. You couldn’t help but smile, turning your phone off as you waited for him to arrive. And arrived he would, as you could see he was running up to you exactly 5 minutes after he sent that text.

You try to stand, but immediately your head whirls and you nearly fall to your side. “Y/N! Why’d you stand up?!” Julien asked out of sheer concern, dropping your bottles so he could catch you. “Ack- I’m sorry, I thought I’d be okay enough to stand. Guess I’m not…” you apologize sheepishly. “Well, it’s alright. Sit back down, I’ll carry you back home.” Julien said. “O-Okay…” you say, flustering. He helped gently set you back down so he could pick up your water bottles, putting them right next to you. He then positioned himself in front of you, allowing for you to wrap your arms and legs around him. Julien hooked his arms under your knees before grabbing your bottles again, “Holding on tight?” he asked. You give him a hum of affirmation, and Julien began to walk towards your home with you in his back.

“Hey, you did really well earlier. You were able to keep up for longer than you usually did.” Julien praised. “I did, didn’t I?” you say, giggling softly. “And I’m glad you took my advice and stayed back when you knew if you didn’t, it would have harmed you more. Next time, I’ll stay with you and keep up with your pace.” He suggested. “That sounds good to me, I won’t be lonely having to wait around for my cute boyfriend to come and get me.” you say, lightly squeezing his shoulder. Julien laughed, shaking his head, “And I’ll get to keep my cute partner right next to me, and nothing will make me happier than that.” he said softly. You smile and kiss the nape of his neck, causing him to tense up a bit. “You’re way too cute, Julien. I love you so much.” you praise. “I love you more, Y/N.” he said to you.

Completely covered in a veil of darkness, with only the moon and streetlights to bless you on the path back home, you feel at peace knowing you have such a caring and lovely boyfriend.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s rook #julien nizan #rook x reader #fluff #fluff fanfic #fluff fic #asthmatic reader #x reader #x reader fluff #r6s GIGN

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teratalia · 7 months

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me, struggling to write a smut,

😭😭 I’m determined to do it tho. in the meantime, have a snippet of part two of this Funouhan Usobuki x reader fic, starring our fav hero of justice, Detective Tada! look at him, look at my boy

You and Detective Tada have been in contact for a while now. Mostly you just text him to let him know you’re still alive, and occasionally you meet for a face-to-face chat over coffee. Unfortunately Tadashi keeps you out of the loop when it comes to his work, so you can’t share any secrets or tips about where he’ll pop up next. Sometimes you think Tada is just relieved to have a normal person to talk to, not one who’s a killer or chasing killers.

This day feels different. Tada is full of nervous energy, tapping his coffee cup, the table, eyes darting back and forth. Then he says something that stuns you.

“How would you like to escape from Usobuki?” He blurts out unprompted. You freeze, hands squeezing your coffee mug. “I’d like to help you get out. I can set up a police guard to make sure he doesn’t get to you ever again.”

Speechless, it takes a while before you find your voice again. “If the guard falls prey to hypnotism, then it won’t work,” you point out.

Tada shakes his head. “I’m prepared to be your personal bodyguard. Look…” He leans in closely, putting one hand over yours. “You shouldn’t have to be with him if you don’t want to.”

You look down, not pulling away yet. As tempting as it sounds, you hesitate to give an actual answer.

When you open your mouth, it’s to yell, “Watch out!”

The server came by to refill your coffees, but nearly poured the boiling hot coffee right on Tada instead. You manage to pull him away enough that only a splash lands on his pants.

Tada lets out an undignified yelp and grabs handfuls of napkins as the server apologizes profusely.

“I’m so sorry sir, I completely spaced out! I thought I was refilling your cup, I’m terribly sorry. Tell you what, can I offer you a free dessert to make up for this?”

Tada shrugs, still dabbing at his pants. “I won’t say no to free dessert. Thanks.”

They nod and scurry away towards the kitchen. As you watch them go, you spot a flash of red peeking out of the shadows.

“Hey, Tada? Don’t eat that dessert.”

He looks confused, but you get up without an explanation.

“Wait—”

“I really have to go now. I’ll see you later.”

Once home, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

A week later, you get a text from Tada: Had the free cupcake tested. Spiked with rat poison. Thanks for the warning.

You can feel Tadashi’s eyes on you, and when you meet his gaze, you’re unsettled by those swirling red depths.

#funouhan #yandere funouhan #usobuki tadashi x reader #yandere boyfriend #my writing #snippets #love my boy. here's my boy #part two is becoming longer and longer #surprised pikachu face #uhh hope you like this preview

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sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff · 2 years

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Hey hey!! I saw this tab on your page, and I love the way you write, so I was wondering if you could do dabi x gn!reader, where he and the reader got into a big fight, and he makes reader cry a lot. After about a day or so, they make up, but the reader still won’t smile at him and seems sad, so he decides to help with that? I understand if you don’t want to write it, but I just had to ask! Have an amazing day/night! byee!!

Hi there I'm so so sorry it took me so long to make this! But anyway here you go!

Dabi x GN!quirkless!reader

Details:

you are 21 in this fic, are quirkless, and live (mostly) /work with the LOV

Now let's get staaaaarted~

One evening, with no terrible events, there was clashing and yelling in the 22nd-floor apartment building. Y/N, who just got back from another day at work, was able to hear the yelling and quite frankly was not having any of this.

Just as they were about to knock on the door, a model-like woman appeared.

“Well well well look who it is… the dirty little-”

“Save it I’m not up for this shit right now”

“Wow you don’t have to be so bitchy”

YOUR POV

For the love of god if that bottle blond bitch would shut up

“Well maybe if you didn’t act like such a fuckin dumbass who has no understanding of what personal space is maybe I’d be nicer”

Then I walked into my apartment and shut the door in her face

Then I made my way over to the couch and looked at my phone only to be greeted by 1.5 dozen texts from Dabi

Well. great now I gotta leave again

So I grab my keys and a bag with my stuff and headed out

LE TIME SKIIIIP~

I approach the dark oak wood bar door and knock

Of course Twice has to be an asshole and say: “wHAt’S tHe PaSswOrD?”

“For fucks sake don’t be so loud”

“Ah Y/N! Good to see you again!”

“Just let me in jackass”

The door unlocks and opens to reveal Shigaraki sitting at the bar with the others sitting on the ground.

But Dabi is nowhere to be seen…

“Hey crusty where’s Dabi”

“He’s out right now”

“Then why the fuck did he text me to be here?”

“Hell if I fucking know or care”

“Well that’s just fucking great”

Just then the door combusts into blue flames and falls off it’s hinges to reveal a pissed off Dabi

“What the fuck are you doing here”

“You fucking texted me you burnt ass chicken nugget”

“I didn’t fucking text you”

“Then who the fuck did”

“Not fucking me that’s for sure”

“Wow and I thought you loved me considering you’re MY BOYFRIEND”

My shitty day has already taken a horrific toll on me and now this is making it worse

I suddenly feel that familiar strain and headache coming on that I get when I’m about to cry

“Just fucking go you shouldn’t be here”

“FINE I’LL FUCKING LEAVE THEN!”

I left tears streaming down my face uncontrollably as I ran out of the bar back home

DABI’S POV

“Ok which of you jackasses took my phone and texted them to come here”

Toga was holding her hands behind her back

“Toga hand it over”

“No! I wanted to have them here again because I’m always alone! Besides you 2 are a cute couple and should be seeing each other more”

“You have no business coming between me and them”

“So? They’re MY FRIEND TOO YOU JERK! Besides, you need to apologize for what you said to them!”

“Fine only to get you to shut the fuck up”

YOUR POV

I walked back to the bar after crying my eyes out at home with my hood over my face to hide that so as to not to worry Toga

I open the door only to be glomped by Toga

“OMG Y/N I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!”

“H-hi Toga”

“N/N”

I look over at Dabi with a resting bitch face

“Hello Dabi” I said monotonically

He sighed and started talking again “come with me I want to talk to you” and of FUCKING COURSE HE MUMBLED THIS KNOWING I HATE MUMBLING

HEHEHEHEHEHE LE TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY MY 3 MONTH DEPRESSION INDUCED HIATUS UWU

I followed him into his room and he shut and locked the door

“Hey I uh-just wanted to uh- a-apologize f-for what I said” he was looking at the floor obviously embarrassed

“I-I accept y-y-your a-apology”

“Now come here you tiny dork”

I walked over to his open arms and into his embrace

“Why are you still sad?”

“I feel kinda neutral but fine, I just don’t care to keep an cheery persona right now”

“Well maybe I can make you feel happy again”

All of a sudden im being plopped on his bed and pinned my wrists above my head and started to remove his belt

“Don’t worry it’s not what you think it’s going to be you dirty minded silly goose”

As he had been talking he was tying my wrists to the bedposts and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t move my wrists out

“Wh-wha-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“See i told you I could make you happy again~”

He it turns out started tickling my sides

“Hmmmmm where to tickle you next~”

“WAIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP”

“Maybe your…tummy? Yeah sounds like a good place”

Then he was tickling me both hands now fluttering his fingers over my abs and all over my torso

“Awwwwwww look at my little giggle bug~ so cute while under me and laughing”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOREHEHEHEHE I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANT BREAHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHETHE”

“Mmmm yeah no i'm going to keep going cause I wanna keep hearing you laugh. Now I’m going to give you a choice~armpits or hips?”

“NEIEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHTHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHER”

“Well then I guess I’m gonna do both. I was going to let you go after that one spot buuuuut since you wouldn’t pick you get both~ besides I know you actually love this”

“BUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHULLSHIHIHIHIHHHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT”

“Ok now you’re just being vulgar which means extra punishment for you my little giggle bug~”

His hands then moved from my tummy and sides to my armpits and intermittently switching from raspberries on my tummy and neck and fluttering his fingers in my armpits

“Look how cute you are so helpless and ticklish~ tickle tickle tickle little one.”

“BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Be glad I’m not that bird bastard with those godforsaken feathers of his. Although I might just call him over to help me make you smile permanently again”

“YOUHUHUHUUHUHUHHUHUHUHU WOUHOHOHOHOHOHLDNT DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHARE”

“Now now let’s not get testy here I can have him here within 3 minutes as I KNOW for a fact he’s quite smitten over you”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHSE NOHOHOHHOHOHOHOOHOOOHHHOHOHOHOHO”

“Yeah that does it I’m calling him besides I’ve been trying to fluster you and failing sooooo… I’m gonna give you a quick break while I call him up”

DABI’S POV

I pulled out my phone and called Hawks

“Hey there what’s up? You never call me! Did you need something?”

“Ok bird brain I’m going to cut to the chase Y/N is not happy because of something I did and I’m trying to cheer them up.”

“Ahh I get ya. I’m actually in the area I can be there in less than a minute”

“Good I kind of need you here to make them be happy again”

HAWK’S POV

Right after I heard the click on the other end I sighed knowing he had said something to them that was really bad and they must have been in a bad mood and I know this because that kid’s got a thick skin

I landed at the entrance of the alley, walked over to the door and knocked

“WhAT’s tHe PaSswOrD”

“God twice no one can take you seriously when you do that. Besides before you ask Dabi called me here”

“Ok! He can’t be trusted!”

He let me in and I walked to Dabi’s room where I (rightfully) assumed where he was and I saw Y/N with their wrists tied to the bed board post still squirming and letting out those adorable residual giggles

YOUR POV

I was so grateful for Dabi to FINALLY be done only for Hawks to walk in behind Dabi

Goddamnit

“Hey kid- wow you’ve got a cute tummy and hips~”

He started walking over to me and discharging feathers from his wings

“Well well well I can see someone’s been laughing adorably. Man this is gonna be fun~”

“W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait c-c-c-c-c-can’t w-w-w-w-we t-t-t-t-talk a-a-about th-th-this?”

“Nope because you need to get it aaaaaaaaaall out”

Hawks climbed onto the bed while wiggling his fingers towards my tummy and once his fingers made contact it was all over

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Wow and I’ve barely gotten started how cute~ coochie coochie coo~”

His feathers started tickling my feet, ears, neck, belly button, and armpits and then he started squeezing and scribbling my hips and then gets off to let Dabi get back on to repeat that action of scribbling and squeezing my hips

And who gets put in charge of the teasing?

That's right

Hawks

“That must tickle a lot Y/N huh?”

“Aww look how cute you are when you squirm! But your smile is even cuter!

This of course continues on for 15 minutes

And then finally the tickle attack stops

“So babe how are you feeling?”

“I guess better just tired”

“I love you Y/N”

‘I love you too Dabi”

“Welp imma head out I gots stuff to do”

FIN

I hope this was satisfactory! Thank you for the request!

#Dabi x ticklish!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!hawks #ler!dabi

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mechahero · 2 years

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//uhhhh writing exercise i spent too much time on last night

July 13th

Taking the time to write this down since it's important. I just got settled into the house. Or rather, I just got done moving the house into town. Honestly, it kind of sticks out like a sore thumb compared to all of the other houses but it'll be fine? Probably? Anyways, I've never really been anywhere farther than Motor City so to move here is… weird. Not sure if it's the good kind of weird yet. Hopefully, I'll figure it out.

July 14th

Checked in on Motor City today. I can't help it! I'm so used to looking after everyone there! They're fine. Talked to Elevator Steve too. I told him I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing leaving everyone for a year to sort of pick up (or jump ahead I guess) where I left off education wise. He told me that this was just as important as running the city and that if I didn't take this chance, I'd regret it. And then he patted me on the head with one of his tentacles.

I guess he's right but I'm still unsure. Will be feeding more of my attention into city stabilization while I'm gone.

July 16th

The weather's just been awful today. Never could stand those summer days where it's just TOO bright. It always looks weird and it feels wrong. So I've just been staying inside, watching TV with all the curtains in the house drawn, avoiding people. People and the application form for the school I'm going to. There's a whole bunch of info things my parents are supposed to fill out but uh, they're not here..

I'll fill it out…. eventually. Once I actually figure out what some of these things mean and quit procrastinating, that is.

July 22nd

Am I making my entries too long? I worry about doing that so dang much. Anyways! I actually got off my butt and went outside today! Figured since I'd be living here for a while, I might as well get acquainted with the layout of this place so I don't end up wandering the streets trying to find my house like some dumb little idiot.

But anyways, I just kind of poked around. Lots of interesting stuff I wouldn't see back home! I shouldn't really be surprised because yeah, that's kind of expected when it comes to different dimensions but still! I just think it's cool, alright? Didn't go too far into the rest of town though. That'll have to be for another day.

July 26th

Spent the past few days dealing with a massive power outage. Wasn't sure what caused it at first and was going bonkers until I thought to check the inside of the walls. Found what looked to be lab rats chewing through the wiring. Went even more bonkers and chased them off and fixing wires, yelling and cussing up a storm. I'm pretty sure the neighbors could hear me… whoops.

August 12th

Been pretty busy lately. Checked on Motor City again only to be smacked in the face with a rolled up newspaper the second my head poked out of the portal. It seems someone's got Elevator Steve on guard duty. He apologized afterwards but told me he didn't want me to make such a fuss and enjoy myself. It's not like I can't NOT be a worrywart. It's in my nature.

It kind of hurt emotionally though? I didn't make much of a fuss though. I just went home and stayed there.

August 21st

Made the decision to go further into town. I was bored, needed something to do, and the idea was just too tempting. Honestly, not the worst idea because I found out this place has a mall! Can't even remember the last time I saw one of those. (Well, I mean, Motor City has one but uh, I kind of kept forgetting to go in there to be honest…) Anyways, I might've indulged, ha. I bought a whole bunch of stuff. Mostly clothes because yeah, I needed some and they looked nice. It was surprisingly easy to find clothing in the style I like! Honestly? Kind of happy about that. Grabbed a couple of magazines that caught my eye too.

Also went and poked around the tech stores in the mall because come on, if you're a different dimension, you HAVE to see the kind of tech they've got. Imagine my surprise when I saw that their tech is a lot like the tech back home, just more uh, spooky looking? I guess? Anyways, I have a coffin shaped phone now. It's kind of neat. Can't type worth crap though. Fricking claws.

August 22nd

Spent half of the day inside. (How many times have I said something like that now?) Still trying to get used to things. Silly, I know. But there's a lot of stuff going on with a lot of things and I need time to absorb it. Is it kind of stupid to say that I spent most of it with the TV on while I looked through websites? Not the most productive way to spend my time but I mean, I can do what I want so it doesn't really matter. Probably going to set up an account on one of the sites I saw. Lots of activity on there and looks fun enough?

I don't know yet though. Going to read one of those magazines I picked up yesterday, listen to some music and settle down a bit.

August 26th

I'm confused. I keep reading and re-reading a part of this one teen magazine I got. (Yeah, I got one, don't gripe about it. I wanted to live out a part of the quintessential teenage experience I missed out on, sue me.) But my magazine is talking about how to make a good impression on people for the new school year. And what I don't get it, what's with these tips? I keep reading them but they still feel suuuuuper off. I read them but they're just words to me. I can't parse what they actually mean past the surface. Or maybe they're supposed to be surface level? I don't know, it feels like this section is more for people that have an easier time talking to people? I don't know what this would do for me. Tempted to write a letter to the magazine and ask for them to elaborate but it seems like it'd be really embarrassing?

Okay, maybe I'm more frustrated than confused.

August 30th

I think I have way too much time on my hands? Honestly, it feels like that every summer but I really don't have anything to do here compared to being at home. It's weird. Ugh. Maybe I'm more homesick than I thought….

September 2nd

I've still been kind of feeling icky lately? So I went out again in some attempt to try and make myself feel better. Wasn't sure where to go so I went to the mall again. I had fun looking around the stores again at least! (Yeah, I already saw half of the stuff there last time but shut up.) I bought a belt. Also went and checked out the food court afterwards because my feet were KILLING me! (And I was hungry.) The food here is kind of weird too. I very much question the existence of a hamburger with a purple bun.

September 6th

Today is upgrade day. Or uh, maintenance day, I guess. My insides don't really need improvement but Elevator Steve said that it couldn't hurt to be in good shape for when school starts. So I've been allowed to come back to Motor City for the day! (Thankfully I haven't been whacked with a newspaper. Yet.) I'm kind of a nervous wreck, in all honesty. Usually, I'm freaking out when it comes to ANYONE poking around in my insides but instead I find myself worrying about making a good impression and what I'm going to wear tomorrow.

I just hope I don't screw things up completely… Ah shoot. That's my call for maintenance. I gotta go but I'll update as soon as I can.

#//wrote this like one of the doll diaries bc yeah it kind of IS one?#//this is just working more on that neat little crossover im working on/already have going with a couple of mutuals #//not sure how to make the text pink but it absolutely WOULD have been pink to emulate the glitter pen he writes with #//basically the little plot of this is lambda straight up hopping dimensions for school and keeping to himself like a little weirdo gfhfhsjk #//also bc he doesn’t want to bump into ppl that he just doesn’t want to know yet but yeah #//don’t have a writing tag whoops #backup log {ooc}

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hummingbird-of-light · 2 years

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Semper Meus

Part 37

Scotty

Leah finished to cook their dinner, then sat the plate down in front of him. Scotty just stared at the food. It looked… delicious. But he wasn’t very hungry.

Still, the engineer took a few bites. It was the least he could do. Leah was trying to take good care of him after all.

They ate. They washed the dishes.

All the while Leah was talking. She told him about the dress she was planning to get for the wedding, about the band she wanted to hire, about her being just so excited about it.

Scotty could hear her words but they didn’t reach his mind.

He was still trying to compute everything that had happened. He would have to call back Jim, to tell him he was okay. But he wasn’t ready for it yet.

“Are you… alright?”

Scotty looked over at Leah who was sitting in Leonard’s armchair. Her eyebrows were furrowed, face worried.

“I’m sorry. That’s… a stupid question to ask.”

But Scotty shook his head.

“No, no… it’s not. I… I should feel… glad, right?”

That was just it. He should be alright. He should be relieved. Then why did he feel like this?

Leah got up and sat down next to him. She grabbed his hand and leaned against his shoulder.

“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.”

Well… how could she? She hadn’t known Khan. She hadn’t been in a relationship with someone like him.

“May I… tell you something?”

Her voice sounded stern when she asked that question. It surprised Scotty that Leah could sound like that.

He nodded.

“Back in highschool… there was this girl. We were great friends since… god, I don’t know… kindergarten? But… she changed. She met the wrong people. She… turned into a bully.”

Scotty listened to her every word, not sure where it was leading yet.

“She died when she was 18. Some gang fight. It… was a horrible tragedy.”

Leah stared into thin air, obviously remembering all these things.

“I… was devastated. I mean… I had hated her in the end. She had hurt people. She had made their life so miserable. But… we had been close once. And I couldn’t help… but be sad. It… felt crazy to me back then. But now I know that… it’s not wrong to mourn the ones who were once special to you. Even if… they changed.”

Scotty swallowed. Once again there were tears on his face.

“Look, I know it’s not the same. I… I‘ve never been hurt personally by her… All I’m trying to say is… that it’s okay for you to have mixed feelings about it.”

Her head was resting on Scotty’s shoulder by now.

“But… you’ve gotta move on too. Don’t let him take even more of your life.”

Scotty nodded as he squeezed Leah’s hand gently.

“Thanks lassie.”

Part 38

McCoy

The evening shift had passed much faster than McCoy expected it to. An unfortunately busy ER had helped. The streets were mostly empty as he drove home. He wondered how the evening had gone for Scotty and Leah. They’d both be asleep and he’d have to wait until morning to ask.

He entered the house quietly. He looked up the hall as he dropped his bag on the desk and was surprised to see light under Leah’s door. Hesitating only a moment, he tapped lightly on the door.

“Come in,” Leah called.

“Hey,” he said as he stuck his head in.

Leah was sitting up in bed with her sketchbook and her pens around her.

“Didn’t expect anyone to be up still,” McCoy said.

“Wasn’t ready to sleep yet,” Leah shrugged. “Wanted to finish this.” She tapped the drawing in front of her.

McCoy nodded.

“I looked him up,” Leah said quietly.

McCoy moved into the room and sat on the corner of the bed. He frowned slightly in confusion.

“Khan. I looked up a picture after Scotty went to bed. I… I can see why you both thought I’d drawn him.”

“I’m sorry I yelled,” McCoy said. “I know you better than that. You wouldn’t do something intentional like that.”

“No, you guys were right. Jacob does surprisingly look like Khan, except he’s blond and has green eyes.” Leah lifted the drawing for her brother to see.

McCoy gave a shake of his head. “That’s still so unfair how well you draw.”

“Thanks.”

“How was the evening?”

“He’s doing alright Leo. I… I told him about Hannah.”

McCoy frowned slightly. “Your friend from school?”

“Yeah. I know it’s not the same as what Scotty’s been through, but as much as I disliked her in the end, it was still sad.”

“Leah…” McCoy paused. “I… I’m sorry I was giving you such a time about Jacob. I just… I’m sorry. I’m really glad you came early and I’m glad you were here tonight to be with Scotty.”

Leah set her sketchbook aside and leaned forward to wrap her brother in a hug. McCoy returned the embrace.

“I should get to bed,” he said as Leah sat back. He stood. “Night.”

“Night Lenny.”

McCoy rolled his eyes as he closed the door behind himself. He didn’t actually mind the name, but hell if he’d ever let Leah know that.

He moved quietly on to his own room. Scotty’s breathing was soft and even. He crossed to the bathroom and waited until the door was closed to turn on the light. He was quick, brushing his teeth and preparing for bed. He turned the light out before opening the door again and stood for a second to let his eyes adjust.

He pulled back the covers and climbed into bed as silently as he could. Scotty rolled over towards him and McCoy smiled.

“Hi love,” Scotty mumbled sleepily.

“Hi,” McCoy said softly. “Go back to sleep.”

He kissed Scotty’s forehead and stroked a hand down his face. He got himself settled and Scotty snuggled in closer. McCoy smiled again and closed his eyes.

#star trek #montgomery scott #dr leonard mccoy #scones #au #semper meus #leah mccoy #leah is a great sister-in-law

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Destiny

An AU where Virgie is Wes’ long-lost sister. When their father is injured and assumed to be dying, Alex shows up, proving to be alive, and tries to convince Wes that his destiny is to take over Mr. Collins’ company. Unfortunately, Alex doesn’t forsee the presence of Virgie, whose return home was entirely unforseen, and, according to Time Force, not supposed to happen at all.

Ever since their chance reunion due to a yearly round of DNA tests from gold-digging young women insisting they were Wes’ long-lost sister, Virgie had kept mostly to herself. She’d spent enough time with her father to learn about his company, though it was clear she wasn’t any more interested than her brother. Mr. Collins, for his part, actually listened to what Virgie could remember of what she’d been through and what she’d become, though it was apparent he found it repugnant. Still, for all his obsession with his company and profit, he didn’t blame his daughter for it, and tried to be kind in his own way.

Virgie had actually blamed the other rangers-minus her brother and Eric-for getting her father hurt in the first place. After all, wasn’t it their watch that Ransik had escaped under?

So when her brother’s doppleganger, one Alex Drake by name, appeared and started talking to her brother about ‘destiny’, Virgie, who was listening from behind them, flew into a rage. Had her brother seen her, he probably would have mouthed a ‘no’ and motioned with his hands for her to leave things be, but Wes didn’t see her at all-at least until she tackled Alex to the ground in her Psycho Red guise.

“What the-” Alex struggled to fight the raging, pint-sized psycho, whose hands were currently reaching for his neck. They rolled around on the ground for a while, neither one giving the other any ground. Virgie’s transformation was flickering back and forth.

“Virgie, no-” Wes tried to interrupt them. “Fighting him isn’t going to solve-”

“HE DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING!” Virgie yelled, kicking and punching Alex as hard as she could. The man was lucky her homicidal urges had (mostly) subsided. “WAS IT DESTINY FOR ME TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM MY FAMILY AND USED AS A TOOL?”

“Well, actually, it was your destiny to remain-” Alex had said the wrong thing and went flying against the wall.

“Virgie! Virgie stop!” Jen had arrived with the other time force rangers by then, but was cut off by a simple blast of lightning that sent them all flying.

“Virgie!” Wes urged. “Virgie stop!”

“They’re not hurt, just stunned,” Virgie said flatly before charging at Alex again. “LISTEN HERE YOU POMPOUS JACKASS, YOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDE ANYONE’S DESTINY! NOT MINE, NOT MY BROTHER’S, NOT ERIC’S, not anyone else’s!”

Eric, meanwhile, had followed the sound of the explosions, and wisely shifted into his Quantum Ranger guise when he heard Virgie yelling. He’d arrived just in time to hear her last remark, and actually appreciated it. It gave him pause to think about both siblings, but he hadn’t come for that. Instead, he strode over to the angry Virgie, leaned down, and whispered something in her ear.

“Really?” Virgie turned around. “So fast?”

Eric nodded. “Yeah. Worked like a charm. Course you know now the old man’s gonna want to market the cure-”

Alex took this opportunity to struggle to his feet, albeit dizzily. “What’s going on?”he mumbled.

“I’d like to know the same thing,” Wes admitted. It wasn’t often that his sister just shut down one of her rages at the drop of a hat-if ever.

“Dad’s going to be just fine.” It was the first time Virgie had referred to him as such in public.

“What?” Wes’ face turned to a mixture of confusion, disbelief, and finally joy. “What-how?”

“One of my many talents is teleportation,” Virgie replied. “Not just all over the city but planet to planet. I landed on Aquitar once and they were pretty nice. When this happened, I teleported over for some medicine to help Dad. They said it would be a little bit before they had the actual cure ready, but they sent me back with something that would help him till then. Eric was just telling me that someone arrived with the proper cure and now he’s fine.”

“That’s great! Now we can-” Wes was cut off by another explosion.

“That’s impossible, he was supposed to-” Alex said at the same time.

“Hey, destiny is whatever you make it,” Virgie replied. “Don’t worry Wes-I didn’t stun them too much. I’m sure they’ll be fine enough to take care of whatever that is.

Wes groaned, and moved to help his teammates.

Alex, meanwhile, shook his head. “I don’t understand any of this.”

“What, you think everything’s supposed to happen the way it says in a history book?” Eric asked. “C’mon Virgie, let’s go see the old man.”

#time force #wes collins #alex drake #eric myers

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Part Four: Runaways

‘Do I still have to go to school?’

I groaned, wiping the sleep from my eyes. It was a beautiful dawn. The sky was a soft pink, the road still dark and sleepy. I’d woken Jakob up early and dragged him to the car. Despite the coffee I was chugging, he seemed far more alert than I was.

‘School? Not right now, we’re in the car.’

‘Frank!’ he whined, squirming in his seat.

‘Yes, you have to go to school. You’re a child.’ He huffed and crossed his arms.

‘You’re a child.’

‘OK, kiddo.’

‘Why did you run away?’ I let out a shocked laugh.

‘Are you kidding me?’ Jakob put his feet up on the dashboard. I smacked them off without looking. ‘Don’t do that. Jakob began opening and closing the window. I ignored it.

‘I’m bored. You ran away when I was super little. And I always wanted to know why.’

‘You know I used to read to you,’ I said. Jakob wrinkled his forehead.

‘I don’t remember that. What did you read me?’

‘Forget it.’

‘So why did you run away?’

‘Didn’t you ever want to run away from that place?’ Jakob shook his head.

‘Where would I go? It’s not like I could call you.’ I winced.

‘OK, fair. But you know what it was like there.’

‘It was our home.’

‘Not the way it should have been. Did Mom and Dad ever talk about me?’ Jakob shrugged one shoulder, looking out the window.

‘Not often. Sometimes when they were fighting, they’d blame each other for you running off, but mostly that was it. They’d always be really drunk by then.’

There was a long silence.

‘Do you miss them?’

‘Jakob.’

‘What? Am I allowed to ask any questions?’

‘I’m upset too.’

‘You don’t seem upset.’

‘Jakob, stop it.’

‘It’s not like you cared enough to come visit, ever.’

‘That’s not fair! It was complicated.’

‘Just because you didn’t like Mom and Dad didn’t mean you had to leave the rest of us. Why did you even come back?’

‘Because they asked me to.’ Because my mother had told me about my father’s cancer, and the guilt had risen up in my throat like bile until I heard myself agreeing to make the drive. Family is complicated.

‘I want to go home.’ I groaned.

‘Please, Jakob. I’m begging you. Drop it. It’s not happening. The house is gone, anyway. It’s literally an empty lot.’ A firebombed lot, hopefully with the ground salted.

‘I don’t care!’

‘I do miss them, you know,’ I said quietly. ‘The boys.’ Jakob turned to look at me.

‘Then why didn’t you come back?’

‘You wouldn’t get it. Let it go.’

I was 16, and I was packing a bag. My eyes stung with tears, and my cheek still burned from where my father had struck me. I’d hit the floor hard, barely missing cracking my head on the table.

Maybe that’s why I was able to do it - the realization that I could have been killed if the angle was even slightly off. My dad had laughed once, loudly, and walked off without a backwards glance.

I jammed clothes into my bag with barely any thought - almost all hand-me-ups from my younger but larger brothers, the rest from the thrift store - and prayed I’d get out of the house before the boys got home.

I didn’t sneak out. I didn’t have to. I took my bag, walked down the stairs, and out the front door. My mother watched from the couch as I passed, an amused expression partly obscured by a beer bottle.

‘Goin’ somewhere?’

‘I’m leaving.’

‘Uh-huh. Well be good, we’ll see you for dinner.’ She took a long drag of her cigarette. Pushed her greasy hair out of her eyes.

I didn’t answer. As I walked down the front steps I heard her yell, ‘One less mouth to feed, anyway!’

Tripping over some trash in the front yard, I turned down the street, determined not to glance back.

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Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

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Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

—————

Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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