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just-horrible-things · 8 months

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'Verse: Resistance Story: Unlikely Salvation, co-author @whump-sprite Timeline: Arc 2

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It’s not new, running the opposite way to the panicked crowd, toward the sound of gunfire and screaming. It’s weird that it’s not new. It’s weird that she’s doing it now, after everything, weird to be doing it in civilian clothes, especially weird to be on the wrong side of the equation with Alex – a warlock for fuck’s sakes – as her only backup.

Every time her shoulders knock painfully against someone running the opposite way, she has to clamp down on the instinct to wheel on them, hit them, beat them into the ground.

Fucking cowards.

It’s all fun and games until the guns come out. They’re brave enough to smash up random strangers’ shit, they aren’t brave enough to stick around and try to help their fellow rioters as they bleed to death in the street.

She loathes them all and still she’s running to their aid.

A glimpse of black uniforms ahead and she stops in her tracks, grabbing the back of Alex’s sweater to haul him down behind the cover of a parked car. She expects him to protest, but he’s already stopping, only half a second behind her.

They crouch there together for hour-long minute after minute until Ari dares to stick her head up to check on the position of the threat.

It’s backward, it’s all backward and she can hardly breathe.

Alex makes the call to keep moving – eye contact and a nod forward and they take the plunge.

Into a side street, out of sight of the uniforms, and they’re running again.

As they get closer, the voices of the wounded separate from the background noise. Panic and grief and pain hang in the air.

They hit survivors before they hit the scene of the shooting. Anyone with any sense and the ability to do so has dragged themselves or their wounded friends away from the cops.

They’re milling in panic – crying or clinging uselessly to one another. Blood-drenched hands press over bleeding wounds. Ari sees it in a dozen disconnected flashes of detail. Panic is trying to claw its way up her throat and she bites down hard on the inside of her cheek to try and anchor herself to the moment.

Alex doesn’t slow down until he’s practically on top of the first group, until they’re turning and standing up to question him, then his sneakers practically skid on the tarmac.

“I’m a healer,” he forces out between breaths. And that’s enough for them to step aside and let him at the woman writhing on the ground.

His hands glow. He works his magic. The woman gasps as the pain clears from her face.

She’s just starting to thank him when he gets up and moves on.

By the time he’s started healing his second patient, people have noticed. They’re dragging their wounded towards him, clamoring for his attention. Alex casts an almost panicked look up at Ariadne, and she understands what she can do.

“Back off,” she tells them, “back the hell off. Wait your turn. Show me where you’re hit.”

Alex doesn’t pick anyone still well enough to be crowding round him. He goes to another casualty still on the floor. Ariadne shoves dressings into the hands of the walking wounded and tells them “you’re not dying, you don’t need healing. Back off, let him work.”

One’s dead by the time Alex gets to him. A bullet opened an artery. He’d have died in minutes. His clothes are dyed with blood.

A friend clings to the body, weeping. Blood no longer pulses between the fingers clamped uselessly over the bullet hole. The friend’s clothes are dyed with blood.

Alex stoops, touches the dead man’s skin. “Help him,” the friend begs, “save him.” “I’m sorry,” Alex says, already straightening. “I can’t bring back the dead, I’m sorry.”

The guy reaches out a red-stained hand to catch at Alex’s clothes. Ariadne slaps it away, hard enough to make him yelp.

“He’s gone,” she snaps. “Get over it.” “Ari,” Alex scolds her. The reproach only feeds the fury bubbling inside her, but she swallows it down.

Alex fixes half a dozen wounds. A cracked skull. An arm broken underfoot. Ari helps Alex pull it straight. A brief touch of magic while Ari ties off a splint. Another bullet hole, deep and gaping, closed miraculously beneath his touch.

Endless reaching hands, white-ringed frightened eyes, jabbering voices. Pleading, trying in far too many words to explain what Alex can tell in far more detail with just a touch.

“Back off,” Ari repeats, “back off. Show me.”

The work takes them ever closer to the intersection. Alex is rubbing his wrists and tugging his scarf tighter round his face and neck. He keeps pulling his beanie down right to his eyebrows, and it keeps riding up again as they move.

They approach the corner cautiously. Ari signals Alex to wait while she sticks her head out. Her heart is pounding so hard she can feel it in her teeth.

This is the place where the cops fired into the crowd, there’s no mistaking it.

The gunfire’s done its job in clearing the dense press of bodies and breaking their will to fight. There are still dozens of people in the street but a lot of them are on the ground now – either injured or crouched over the injured, huddling against the buildings, cowering against the floor.

There was a barricade here – a makeshift thing of vehicles and furniture – and the cops are swarming over it now, dismantling it. Guns are still aimed at the clusters of survivors, but they’re confident enough in their control not to need to actively harass them.

“We grab the injured and bring them back here,” Alex instructs. “Got it,” Ari affirms. Her voice comes out weaker than she expects.

They duck out of cover. Unexpected pain lances through Ari’s chest, too rough-edged and raw to be a stitch. She ignores it. She knows there’s nothing wrong. Her bullshit does not triage as important right now.

The cops aren’t shooting at the injured or the people trying to help the injured. They won’t shoot at two more idiots doing the same thing. They’re dressed just like everyone else. They look harmless.

They grab a semi-conscious woman left alone, and drag her back to the same side street they ducked out of. She’s not bleeding. Ari can’t tell where she’s hurt, until Alex puts his hands on her head to heal her.

Some of the people he healed before have already vanished. Others are grouping up to help each other with smaller injuries. One or two still gravitate to Ariadne and Alex.

“Hey, green hoodie.” She points, gestures him closer. “Stop gawking. Get out there, grab someone off the floor, and bring them back here.”

The fewer times Alex has to go out in front of the cops, the better. If they realise he’s a healer, they’ll round him up for the bonus.

Green hoodie doesn’t bring them anyone before Alex is done with the concussed woman. Ari and Alex sneak out again, grab a youngster who bleeds hot blood into Ari’s clothes as she hefts their body. Her skin crawls.

Alex closes the wound, coughs into his scarf, and meets Ari’s eyes. He’s afraid, and she has no answer. He’s right to be afraid.

Green hoodie brings them a patient. Alex does his thing. He’s shivering, so Ari shrugs out of her jacket and hands it over.

An engine starts up, then metal scrapes loudly on metal. The screech sets everyone jumping out of their skins. Ari’s gun jumps into her hand, but she catches herself before pulling it out of her clothes.

No one else is braving it, so she sticks her head out. The cops have gotten one of the vans from the barricade started, and are using it to shove the other vehicles out of the way.

Across the main street there’s another little group forming up, working together to drag the wounded away. Like Alex and Ari’s efforts, the cops are watching but they aren’t interfering. Not worth their time. They’re in a hurry to move on, find more targets who aren’t yet cowering and fleeing.

Another stranger is half-carrying half-dragging another casualty towards Ari. She casts a glance back at Alex, reluctant. But her feet carry her forwards, and with two people supporting the casualty they get to cover in half the time.

Alex is wide-eyed when she returns, hands wringing circles round his wrists. “Don’t – go off like that,” he says. “I’m sorry.” The words to explain are too much effort. It doesn’t matter.

Another patient. Another. Red flesh and exposed bone. Alex fixes just enough to save their lives. The glow around his hands is fainter now, and starts to flicker.

A staved-in rib. Mindless moaning gasps turn to real breaths under Alex’s hands. He stands up, and staggers, and Ari steps in instinctively to catch his arms.

“Okay,” he croaks, leaning against her. “M’done.” “Mm.” It’s not enough answer. She nods her head. “Okay.”

Let’s get out of here, she doesn’t plead. They’re going to. They’re going to get out of here.

Green hoodie has another casualty. Alex looks torn – almost scared.

“He can’t,” Ari says sharply. She shrugs the first aid kit off her shoulder – then stalls. It’s hard to let go of it. She forces herself to step forwards, push the bag into green hoodie’s arms.

“I – don’t know what to do with this,” he says. “Then find someone who does,” Ari snaps.

She doesn’t wait to see if he nods. It’s his problem now.

Hers is Alex.

He stumbles like he’s drunk, trailing half a step behind her. She slows, and offers him an arm, and he takes it. The pace he sets is too slow, but she swallows her frustration and doesn’t force him.

They just need to get home.

All she has to do is get them home.

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00qad-fandom · 2 years

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00QAD - Escort Danny AU Headcanons

Crowdsourced in our July 17, 2022 annual 00QAD Chat Night on our Discord server!

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Danny doesn't meet Alex because he's an escort. Alex helps Danny after Danny is locked out of his flat, maybe after Danny gets back from work - @kmk1701d

danny meets so many people as an escort that he thinks that maybe there's no other way of forming a connection with a person. maybe this is it. maybe he can't get away from all this - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

Or it could be that someone else hires Danny for Alex - @kmk1701d

frances be like "alex why can't u be a hoe like regular boys" - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

but all they end up doing is talking - @lapsang-and-earlgrey

and in fact it's danny - the professional - who is nervous AF cause he keeps waiting for the moment alex comes onto him but he never does - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

Or, Danny works for that agency. And he doesn't think too much on tricking scrupulous people who are likely playing their own games. But its different when someone is just ... uncomplicated... not duplicitous, they're just trying to trust, to find love, and he wants to help - @ignaciosanchez1701

danny ultimately confesses to alex that he needs to get out, but the escort agency is run by a mob. once you're in you owe them forever - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

but Alex might know a few people - @lapsang-and-earlgrey

JAMES?! - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

and maybe James is sent to see if Danny is on the level. or if he's trying to turn Alex. - @lapsang-and-earlgrey

To test if Danny is trustworthy, he takes him and locks him in a dark room, telling him if he survives the hour, he's good. Danny, panicked, pounds on the door, begging to be let out, when a soft thud sounds behind him. He spins round, staring wide eyed into the darkness, and can barely see movement in the shadows, slowly stalking closer. He sinks down as it nears, coming close enough for him to make out white fur, and the glint of a diamond collar. - @ignaciosanchez1701

james has to turn to Q. Q's not in contact with his twin brother who has fought substance abuse and was a child with ADHD whom no one gave guidance to - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

so while Q was a precocious nerd Danny was a precocious tart? - @lapsang-and-earlgrey

pam runs the escort agency it's cover for human trafficking, and she threatens danny with alex’s life. meanwhile in q-branch Q tells james there's only one person in the world who can make her pull back - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

but maybe Pam is trying to recruit Danny for her high class escort ring - @lapsang-and-earlgrey

The semi/dubiously legal kind. Once Danny's out of the agency, it's James who relates best to Danny's experience as an escort - @kmk1701d

Cue make over montage with Pam teaching him about manners and class and james teaching him about clothes - @lapsang-and-earlgrey

[with the track] "Non-stop" from Hamilton. Danny's also very good at reading people - @kmk1701d

whereas pam isn't because... she refuses to surround herself with peasants. alex sees danny all made up and made over and... - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

danny is crestfallen - @lapsang-and-earlgrey

Or it's Alex [looking like] 😳 - @kmk1701d

a little bit of both! but he knows this do-over is as fake as danny "pretending" to be an escort - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

will danny become a super spy or a super slut? - @lapsang-and-earlgrey

well there's always a thong under his dress pants - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

I think the agency Danny worked for catered to people who wanted a bit of discretion - @kmk1701d

but didn't wanna pay too much. danny doesn't know what it is but... he still isn't fulfilled. he's all pretty and made up and high end and getting paid so much more at a LEGAL and above board escort agency but it just doesn't feel right. besides, he needs therapy. always has, but never committed to going. one night he's taking a late walk by himself and it starts to drizzle, and he spots a smol kitty on the side of the street looking quite forlorn and wet - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

Alex who has never been given anything to love [looking like] 🥲 - @lapsang-and-earlgrey

[in Turing’s 00QAD bio it says] “Could officially apply to be a 00 as he has two kills but those were accidents” WHAT - @00furby

Turing [said] they were accidents, [he] was a kitten [he] didn’t know - @lapsang-and-earlgrey

he... accidentally... killed two people on the street, believed to be experiencing homelessness and substance abuse i think. he ain't proud - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

Turing [said he] just wanted them to be warm - @lapsang-and-earlgrey

HE LIT THEM ON FIRE?! - @00furby

He snuggled them too much - @kmk1701d

he suffocated them with cuddles until they suddenly went cold and limp and turing thought he just needed to warm them up so he lit a fire, burned their bodies, and nobody cares about ashes of homeless people, so - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

Maybe he needs a therapy bear - @melynen

What if Turing had a therapy mouse and Pam ate him - @00furby

🎵 paddington 🎵 paddington be-aaaaarrrr 🎵 paddington 🎵 paddington be-aaarrr 🎵 he came from peru 🎵 to help you overcome the murders you committed cause he's way more chaotic 🎵 - @a-forger-and-a-point-man

BONUS ART FOR THESE HEADCANONS created in real-time by the amazing @3nigm4art!

thank you all for making this years chat so much fun

#00qad #london spy #007 fest #danny x alex #00q #00qad headcanons #escort!danny

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ask-madam-ruby · 1 year

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What is like the stupidest thing Dictatious has done (yet) BESIDES…

…making u pregnant

…darklands (gumgum stuff in general)

…Stuff thats written in a fic i Need new stupidity

By the way I think you and you chaos beans army AWSOME although I often forget nika exists, mabye you can tell me something about her to make her memorable.

“Hey now getting pregnant is one of the good things in my life Dictatious and I have done.”

Ruby thinks for a minute. “Hm. Well there was that time when we first had sex. Dictatious was a virgin so he was quite loud. We thought we have the home to ourselves. But Blinky was still at home trying to sleep. He heard Dictatious moaning and groaning. When we woke up the next morning Blinky was tired and very annoyed with us. And Dictatious wouldn’t look at him in the eyes for weeks.” Ruby laughs to herself.

“Let’s ask Nika what she is like? Hey Nika! Come here for a minute!”

“Yes mother?”

“Tell us about yourself?”

“Well. I like plants and animals. I like to garden with mother. I have powers of plant growth and I have a special connection with nature. I’m a vegetarian which I get made fun of for. I like to play dress up with Dee. I like to explore with Alex. I love playing with my cousins!” Nika giggles a little. “Sometimes I help mother cook. My favorite thing to make is fruit pies! Father loves to eat those a lot! And uncle aaarrrgghh!”

“Those are really nice things honey, but what about your personality?”

“Well I am friendly! I like to be with others. I also enjoy learning. Father teaches me a lot of fun facts about plants! I also would like to be around nature. Someday I want to live in the forest and use my powers to protect all living creatures. Oh! And I love my mother and father so much!” Nika hugs Ruby.

“Awww my little flower, I love you too!” Ruby hugs her back.

#asks #nika #ruby speaks

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midsummereve1993 · 2 years

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can you do a Vince Neil his daughter says a cuss word and he is shocked to learn that she learned it from his wife.

@youlightmeupfinn @la-undercover-latina @appetite4savage @ali-r3n @valeriiecameron

A/n here you go, I hope you like it anonymous.

My daughter learned what

July 13 2006 7:00 am

Vince was in the kitchen cooking breakfast and heard his wife singing to daughter upstairs as she got her dressed for the day, his Alexandra Leigh Neil was the apple of Vince eye and the prettyist baby in the world in his opinion, she had her dad and a uncles wrapped around her finger with her blonde hair and grey eyes which made her stand out. “Look at what daddy is cooking is he cooking breakfast Hannah said walking into the kitchen holding there one year old daughter, “good morning my beautiful women Vince said giving his wife a kiss on the lips and his daughter a kiss on the cheek and went back to cooking breakfast.

“honey are you sure that you can take her to work with you, “I know you and the guys are working on the touring Hannah said looking to her husband. Her husband band moltey Crue had gotten back together and were planning a tour but Hannah hated that he has to bring there daughter with him because she couldn’t find a babysitter. “No worries the guys love her and they already said it’s fine so no worries, “you go and have a great day with your friends. After eating breakfast they cleaned up and both of them headed out, Hannah off to see her sisters and Vince off to the studio with Alexandra to work on the tour.

When Alexandra saw the studio she immediately got excited and looked at her dad and smiled real big, “dada unkes Alexandra said making Vince smile at the words. When his daughter was born he was afried his bandmates would not like having a baby around while they were trying to get things together but they surprised him. His bandmates took to his daughter like tea and he knows there wrapped around her finger and she had no ideal.

Heading into the studio Vince saw his daughter's eyes look Round at the sight and couldn't help but laugh, each time she come to the studio she aways seems to be amazed at the things around her which aways made Vince laugh. "Hi guys Vince said as he walked into the studio to see his bandmates working and heard his daughter scream at te slight of her uncles making all three turned to look at her.

"Hi ladybug nikki said taking the Young girl in his hands and lifting her high up in the air making her giggle. She was handed off to Tommy who flew her around like a airplane and then dropped gently into mick lap as she stared at the man with big wide eyes, it seem that mick aways had that affect on her where she would just stare at him like a predator stalk a prey which made mick laugh because he knew she was only trying to figure him out.

"So what’s done so far Vince said stepping over to the soud booth as Tommy lifted her off of mick lap and placed her down on the floor as he turned back toward the band to see his daughter looking around studying everything before turning back to look at the music sheet that was on the booth table.

Meanwhile little Alex was siting on the floor and didn't like the carpet so she decided to try and stand it only top drop her Pacifier causing to glare at it. "Shit she said which cause her father and uncles to turned around quickly and look at her with wide eyes. "Did she just Vince Said before hearing his daughter little voice again. "Shit shit shit making Vince groaned in frustration.

"Alright who be saying that world around her he said looking at his bandmates to see them shake there heads, "well she certainly didn't learn it from me Vince said before the door open and in stepped his wife. "Mama shit shit Alexandra said making her mother freeze in her tracks, "Baby honesty she didn't learn it from us just know that. "I know baby truth be told she learned from me Hannah said as she closed her eyes.

"Why were you cussing in front of her for because you aways tell us not to do it, "I know and yesterday I stubbed my toe and I accidentally let it out and she copy me but she hadn't said it since so I thought I forgot all about it Hannah said looking to her daughter, "haha haha she definitely didn't forget but let's just try and not cuss in front of her again lord knows she can't know every cuss word in the book Vince said walking over to kiss his wife before looking over to his daughter.

From that moment on they all vow not to cus or say anything that little Alexandra may copy, unfortunately by the time she started school she was suspended after she flat out told a boys about strippers but of course her dad is Vince neil so yeah needless to say she was not allow to sit in with her dad and uncles when they recorded or sing because of that.

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syn-odics · 2 years

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alex. can you. tell me about your dnd ocs. 5 paragraph minimum

WELL I SURE THINK I CAN HEEHEHEEEHE

ok so before i get into it, i do have a whole oc blog @glasyasbutch that i used to use a lot when we were all locked inside our houses and now i reblog like. one post a week. BUT it does have a page w all the characters so u can see like. art and stuff bc i wont be trying to add images to this post

OKAYOKAY OKAY . SO. I . okay. okay. I’m not gonna do all of them bc i have a lot of them but i’ll do . all the ones I’ve played recently + a few others I think are really fun.

1. Stitch: this is the PC from the game i was talking about in the server last night, its not actually d&d, it’s a noir detective-inspired super power system called City of Mist. Our campaign is set in a steampunk-ish tiered city with like 300 floors to it, the higher you go the richer it gets. Stitch is an early 20s girl who wears huge glasses and turtlenecks/scarves all the time. She’s a seamstress who makes dresses for the upper upper floors.

About four years ago one of her regular clients, Bela la Monte, was actually another rift (in universe name for people w powers) training Stitch in using her powers, which are. I guess easiest way to describe it is force powers?? She can like push/pull/crush/stretch things at a distance, with a lot of strength coming at the cost of no fine control (she can blow down a door, but couldn’t be delicate enough to just turn the handle).

She killed Bela’s husband in an accident with her powers, essentially crushing his throat and killing him, and she suffered a little bit of backlash which left her with marks on her own neck which she wears the high necks/scarves to hide. Bela took the heat of the criminal investigation, basically playing up the Black Widow trope and implying she was the one who killed him but would pay her way out of a conviction if she got one so it wouldn’t be worth it to charge her.

During the investigation, Bela and Stitch agreed to stop spending time around each other to try and keep them from prying too much into Stitch and potentially uncovering her guilt, and Stitch just hasn’t heard from Bela in 4 years. (Unbeknownst to her, Bela convinced herself that the accident was premeditated and Stitch had been planning to take them both out, and now has a huge vendetta she’s waiting for right moment to follow through on). Without Bela’s guidance, Stitch has been trying to find other Rifts who can help her learn about and control her powers, which means sticking her nose into all kinds of troublesome accidents and mysteries around the city but also having to stay unnoticed so her past doesn’t get dug up.

2. Craving: My one and only, I have genuinely written like 3000 word essays about Craving’s backstory and I will try to pare it down.

She’s a tiefling, wine red skin w very very very long very very very curly hair. One side of her head appears to have very close cropped hair but if you look closely, it’s actually very little barbs, which she actually has all over her body (she is a barbed tiefling). shes goth and wears exclusively like victorian style ballgowns that make her boobs look good. She started as a rogue and over the course of the campaign also started taking levels in warlock (i’ll talk more on that later).

she has like every tragic backstory you can think of all smashed into one. she grew up poor in a gentrified area, her parents dying while she was young due to poverty/medical malpractice (more there that i dont have space to get into or i’ll be here all day). she (named velis at the time), her brother sirris, and sirris’ boyfriend rolx ran their family’s antique store and were barely scraping by but it was a happy life, until one day the shop got ransacked and set on fire with them still inside in a deliberate hate crime. sirris died, and velis and rolx vowed revenge.

they took the names craving (because she would never be able to take back enough of what the world owed her) and manic (because he was only living to satisfy his rage) and basically went on a revenge quest, first killing the guys who set fire to their town and then just sticking with the outlaw “rich people don’t deserve shit, bleed em dry” mentality.

while doing that, she met a gnome named stella who had her own fire-based dead family trauma that caused her to turn to a life of crime and they got arrested and broke out of jail together. Over several months of meeting randomly, and then not-so-randomly, to spend the night and work jobs together they fell in love but craving refused to admit it bc she’d seen w her parents and then rolx and sirris that love only ends in tragedy.

and she was right - stella went missing without a trace one day (i have other backstory there again wont get into it or we’ll be here all day). alone again w just her and manic, they ended getting sucked into barovia aka inescapable vampire-infested hellscape. which is the actual campaign.

two other people in the party were a rogue/warlock named leoros and a cleric named judhas. craving was immediately very jealous of leoros bc, due to a combination of him having super crazy stat bonuses and me not being able to roll dice for shit, basically was just better at being a rogue than craving was. and she has a HUGE ego and a HUGE inferiority complex and would have done anything to not feel second best.

enter judhas, who as it turns out, was a cleric of asmodeus. the devil. and he was like uhhhhh you know. i can hook you up with someone. and he sent glasya, the demon in charge of manipulation and loopholes to offer craving a warlock pact to give her powers. in one of the coolest rp moments of all time, she showed up trying to strike a chord with the inferiority complex being like “oooh craving ... youre so weak and pathetic ... you have no morals and no skills ... its only a matter of time before they all realize it and leave you ... what a pity.” and then craving starts LAUGHING and she’s like “you almost had me, you really did, but the only thing I hate worse than being weak is being pitied.” and then GLASYA goes “well, before you leave, can i at least show you why I pity you?”

AND THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE PULLS UP A LOST SOUL FROM HELL AND IS LIKE “IF YOU TOOK MY DEAL, AND LET ME TEACH YOU, YOU MIGHT EVENTUALLY HAVE THE POWER TO SAVE HIM. BUT IF YOU DON’T, WELL ... AND TURNS TO LOOK AT THE SOUL AND SAYS ‘SAY GOODBYE TO CRAVING, SIRRIS. TELL ROLX HELLO FOR HIM’ AND VANISHES.

Now, that was not Actually craving’s brother sirris but just a random soul named sirris, but obviously craving doesn’t know that, and so while manic is being offered powers by this super duper good god who’s trying to give him (and craving by extension) a redemption arc, craving gets judhas to call glasya back up and signs a pact with glasya without even reading it because she’s just so desperate to be able to save her brother, even though this is definitely going to damn her to hell, she was probably going anyways so. what’s the loss.

and ughgghghgh it’s just SO much fun to rp as her and her story is so well crafted, much thanks to our DM and the player for manic, and its so tragic and so good and it makes me go crazy if i think about it too much and yeah.

Gent: Ok this one’s pure wish fulfillment, he’s a he/him lesbian named Gent as in Gentleman. He’s a blue tiefling, a pirate, a wizard with a sword, and the sexiest bitch alive.

He’s from a campaign set in the world of one of my fave ttrpg shows to watch (critical role) and basically he grew up in a port city and had some innate magical ability that got noticed by one of the captains of a ship that often docked in port there. She offered to train him and get him private tutelage from the big name wizard recluse who lived in a tower in the middle of the city IF he agreed to work as a deckhand on her crew, which he happily took up.

Her name was Captain Crystal and as it turned out, the trade ship was only a cover. She and her crew were all casters and they ran one of the most feared pirate ships, which physically transformed as they pulled out of sight of port. The sails would change color, the ship would become swathed in shadow, and the masthead of a dainty girl with a dagger held in folded hands against her sternum would lean forwards, bear its pointed teeth, and brandish the dagger as it grew into a cutlass.

Captain Crystal eventually has plans to use her caster crew to lead a coup and crown herself pirate queen, but as she’s been biding her time Gent’s been training up to a very high level abjuration wizard which without getting too much into d&d mechanics is basically like a defensive/protection wizard and trust me its very cool and sexy. He has a sword that he casts all of his spells out of which is also very cool and sexy.

Overall he’s very sociable, very friendly, but his biggest downfall is that he hates not knowing things. He will put himself in an unreasonable amount of danger just to figure things out because he hates not understanding how all the pieces are being put together. His character voice is me doing a bad russian accent.

Tov: Tov is my character from an abandoned campaign that I will never forgive the fact that it got abandoned because he’s literally my only guy ever and I love him so much.

He’s a silver dragonborn and his whole deal is like. Okay so in d&d lore gods are real and tangible and thousands of years ago they fought a bunch of wars against each other using the people on the material plane as their armies, and the dragon god bahamut created an entire race of dragonlings to fight in his name. Tov is from a clan of dragonborns that can actually trace their lineage all the way back to one of these armies created by a god and due to that, pretty much everyone in the clan has some innate magical ability.

keyword: pretty much. tov was one of the few people in recorded history born without any innate magic and he and his brother nagrax spent years and years trying to find ways to bring out the magic that was lying latent in him, or find him another way to gain powers so that he wouldn’t basically be the dud of the family. They ended up going to this site that had been mentioned as a place of great power and mystery, and it turned out to be a gate to the shadowfell (which is like. its overrun with shadow and decay and the plane itself feeds on your life force and corrupts your sense of humanity and turns you into a walking shell of yourself basically).

tov walked through the gate and got a little nugget of shadowfell implanted in him and it corrupted him and made him bent on nothing but destruction and he stepped back out of the gate and tried to kill his brother. rax eventually subdued him and was like “tov what the fuck” and tov was like “the ... the gate ... it showed me this horrible shadow version of you and i just felt the need to destroy it i didnt know it was really you at first” and rax was like. “at first? when did you realize it was me?” and tov just doesn’t answer because he realized pretty soon in that it was his real brother but he still couldn’t fight the urge to kill him

and rax was like, listen i dont know what walked back out of that gate but it’s not my brother anymore. my brother would never have tried to harm me once he realized. and as a testament to his memory, i am going to let you live. and i am going to back home. by myself. and tell everyone that tov died so at least his name isn’t tarnished by whatever the hell is wrong with you. and i never want to see you again. and leaves

and now tov is just alone, he gained magic but at the cost of his family and his humanity which is cosntantly fighting with this piece of the shadowfell inside him. he took up monsterhunting because he thought it might be a helpful way to channel his desire to destroy, and in the process met this woman savra who was basically brainwashed by a murder cult in her youth and now works this thing called the order of the gauntlet which is basically a protection guild that works to keep the city safe and the law just.

and she offers tov a job there and they’ve grown closer as friends and were just starting to date before the campaign cut off, but like they’re both people who are haunted by a past of horrid horrid destruction who are both learning how to be more than the blood on their hands, and that there are people in this world who can know the worst parts of them and love them anyways, and she was going to call him a good man and really mean it and he’d feel a weight fall off his shoulders and they were going to get married and tov was going to have a home and family for the first time in like 10 years but we never finished the campaign and it makes me scream and cry

ok those are like my top 3 + stitch and ive already written wayyyyy too much but i have. many many more and i could talk about them forever.

(ezra glimmer ebbie nissy are all ones ive actually played and have many many thoughts about; stella (from cravings backstory) hed’ja billie and unnamed klingon ripoff are ones i just have concepts for but havent had a chance to play in a campaign bc they’d require a Lot of homebrew worldbuilding to make their concepts work, but if you want to know more about any of THOSE guys feel free to ask but youve already had to read so much im not putting more on here)

#sorry for not answering earlier i was out running errands all day #but thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu for sending this in you indulge all my silly little ideas #<33333333 #asks

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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hii, can you write an imagine of alex hogh x reader where they have a twins? thankk you soo much^^

Double the Love

Alex Høgh x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: none

I am so very sorry I am just posting this now.

I hope you like it.

Main Masterlist ♡ Vikings Masterlist ♡ Alex Høgh Andersen Masterlist

Summary: Alex & f/Reader are the proud parents of twins.

Alex Høgh Andersen's POV:

I woke up to the sound of two very similar giggles coming from down the hall. I looked at the time and groaned silently to myself, 6:05 AM.

They couldn't have waited another hour to wake up, but they are toddlers. What else should I expect?

I looked over at my wife who was sound asleep and I couldn't just wake her to go and get them.

For one, she would kill me and two she is home with them all the time when I am off filming and I have only been home for two days after being gone for almost three months.

So I got up and quietly walked out of our bedroom and down the hall to their play room.

My little ones were playing with their chalkboard easle and they are more chalk on them the chalkboard did.

"Now what are you two up too?" I could of laughed at how they both stopped what they were doing and looked at one another, then at me.

But I kept a straight face. "Drawing pictures for Mommy and me?" I said as I knelt down to their level.

They both slowly nodded their heads yes.

"Let's make Mommy a finger painting for when she wakes up." I figured they will have to have a bath anyways, what harm is there at finger painting?

Well I was wrong. I should of just let them play more with the chalk. Clara is more paint than a little girl right now and Oscar decided to that my shirt needed to be painted with blue glitter paint.

I was just sitting on the small chair, when u saw me wife leaning against the door frame, with a small smile on her face as she watched the chaos that is our children.

YN is always telling me how chaotic they are and how they are always on the move but since I am not home all the time to see it, I thought she was over exaggerating.

"Mommy!" Oscar squealed as he ran over to his Mom, almost losing his balance a few times.

He crashed into her legs, wrapping his paint covered hands around her and she didn't even loosed fazed.

"I see you have bene finger painting?"

"Yes Mommy. Daddy said we can paint a picture for you." Clara said in her sweet little voice.

YN looked at our daughter and she slowly blinked a few times. "I see you painted yourself as well Clara."

Clara giggled as she nodded her head yes at her mother.

"We will let the photos dry while the two of you have a nice long bath."

They started to protest but YN just held up her hand. I watched in amazement as my children stop talking.

"Alex you got Oscar, I will take care of our little artist over there." Oscar let go of YN'S legs and ran to me.

YN held her hand out for Clara to take and YN took her to the kids bathroom and I took Oscar to our master bath.

Our twins were clean and we each took turns having a shower. I made us breakfast and got them dressed for the day.

We were going to do some Christmas shopping for our friends and family. YN kept putting it off as she wanted me to be home to do it.

So we packed up our kids and drove to Frederiksberg Centret. Like any outing with me, it took longer as fans came up and wanted autographs and photos with me.

YN just stood to the side and Clara and Oscar looked on. I know one day they will start to ask questions about why this happens, but hopefully not anytime soon.

We are trying to raise them as normal as possible but when this happens, it isn't normal and they will soon realise why I am gone for such long periods of time.

But either way, I did stop and take photos and sign whatever they wanted me to sign and the we were off.

First stop was Santa Clause and I couldn't help but smile at the photo of my kids. I am going to get a wallet size version so I can carry it with me always.

Next it was just regular shopping for gifts for our family and friends. We got gifts from YN and I, and the we allowed Clara and Oscar to each pick out a gift for people.

Our shopping trip took twice as long but I enjoyed every single second of it. We then drove back home and decided to order just pizza for dinner.

"Okay you two, you get to pick the movie." It was cute to watch as they leaned in to whisper to one another.

"Arthur Christmas." They both squealed. Without a word I found the movie on Netflix and turned it on.

After my belly was full of pizza and about forty minutes into the movie, I looked around at my family.

Clara was curled into my side, her focus was on the movie. Oscar was curled into YN's side.

YN must of realised that my focus was on her and not the movie.

I mouthed 'I love you' to her and she mouthed it right back. I kissed the top of Clara's head and just enjoyed the fact that I home.

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cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc · 3 years

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One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Our Song (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)

Request: alyssa naehex reader thats set during quarantine w/ “Shy” by Alexander Stewart. I just kind of think it’s cute since she’s an introvert and that it would be fitting

Author’s Note: Speical Thanks To @literaryhedgehog

Alyssa knew she should just say it, that admitting it out loud would finally put an end to this madness. She ran a soothing hand through your hair when you sniffled loudly into her chest.

God, she should just tell you how she felt. But, she also didn’t want to overstep. That would make being roommates really awkward. Especially since neither of you were supposed to leave the apartment right now except for essential purchases. And she didn’t want to lose her best friend. That would really suck.

But she wasn’t afraid to say what no one else would- you had a terrible taste when it came to partners. You chose people who didn’t value you, and you always ended up hurt.

This time was no different, well, it was slightly different considering you couldn’t leave your shared apartment to cope like you normally would. Alyssa didn’t know if that was better or worse, considering that you had adapted your breakup routine to just be endless cuddles with her and your favorite stuffed animal.

She had already spent the last hour making comforting noises. You had stopped shedding tears 15 minutes ago, so Alyssa decided it was time to go for some humor. “Hey, so now you and Taylor Swift have something in common!”

“Hmm” You hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes never leaving where Supergirl was playing on screen.

“Well, she was broken up with over text. You were broken up with over text. I think this is the perfect opportunity to listen to her re-recording of Fearless, and really channel those emotions!”

“No, Joe broke up with her in a 27-second phone call,” You lifted your head up off of her very comfortable chest to raise your eyebrow at the woman.

Alyssa was a great keeper, and amazing at crosswords, but she always needed your help when it came to Taylor trivia.

“Then Joe showed more consideration as an 18-year-old child than your 32 year old wanna be soccer star. It doesn’t change the fact that I think listening to Mr Perfectly Fine would be cathartic.”

“It’s kinda funny that she wrote Forever and Always, Mr. Perfectly fine, Better than Revenge and Holy Ground all about the same guy, they’re all so different from each other,” You mumbled, settling back down on her chest. At least she didn’t say that you had as many breakups as she did. That was a rude joke. (One Alyssa wouldn’t dare make. She was more cultured than the media asshats that chased your team around).

“Woman’s efficient,” Alyssa shrugged. “No reason why you can't recycle the same emotion into a different song genre.”

“At least she could make millions off her pain. All I seem to be able to do is kick the ball harder,” You grumbled. Your landlord complained about you practicing in the street because of how hard you sent the ball careening into his precious brick wall. It wasn’t your fault Alyssa was too slow to stop the PK.

“Darling, considering you’re one of the strongest kickers on the east coast, I’d say that pain is going to a worthwhile cause. But you do kind of have the worst taste in relationships.”

“Hey! Savannah wasn’t a bad choice, just bad timing,” You huffed indignantly.

“So that would be one out of…. How many bad relationships?”

“At least one for every Taylor Swift album,”

“Okay, here’s a fun idea, choose an ex for each album,” Alyssa said brightly. Thinking about music would definitely cheer you up. “Wannabe soccer star is obviously your Joe, so represents the Fearless album. Which relationship is your… Drew?”

“You already know the answer to that question,” you said, already picking up your phone to add Teardrops on my Guitar to the music queue. You then quickly added Forever and Always and started scrolling through Speak Now for the next song inspiration.

Alyssa nodded. It was a well-known fact that you had a massive crush on one Hope Solo growing up, and you had been absolutely enamored with her the second you set foot into camp. But Alyssa also knew that Hope was very faithful to a certain veteran.

The veteran keeper had tried to let you down easy, and Kelley was still one of your best friends, but it had hurt in the moment.

“Kristie was my Haunted,” you said, smiling slightly. Dating her felt like a whirlwind, one that took your breath until you never thought it would end. She made butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you were so desperate to say the right thing, to be the perfect partner, that you always felt like you were walking a tightrope. Floating on air, but desperate to keep your balance. “At least she had the decency to wait until we were in the same city to end it.”

“Aren’t the two of you friends now?” Alyssa looked down at you, watching as you scrolled through songs from your comfortable place on her chest.

You nodded with a small smile. “Hmm, we are much better off that way anyway.”

“I bet you I can guess who your We are Never Ever Getting Back Together person is,” Alyssa trilled, reaching down to take the phone.

You playfully snatched it away from her. “Who’s to say I wasn’t going to choose I knew you were trouble?” You raised your eyebrow at the woman, who simply smirked in response.

“I can tell you who that is too if you like,” Alyssa reached for her own phone and took over control of the speakers, adding both songs to the music queue.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Who?”

“You definitely knew Sam Kerr was trouble, and I think it took you 4 breakups with Leah to finally call it quits,”

“I was going to say Leah for 1989, it took me forever to realize how fucked up our relationship was after we finally broke up,”

“I’m sure the distance didn’t help.” With her in London and you in Chicago things just kind of fell apart.

“Maybe,” you hummed, noncommittally.

“Okay, so for Reputation. I’m thinking Don’t Blame Me,”

“You did go a bit crazy for Jane…” Alyssa said with a roll of her eyes. You had almost moved to Houston for that girl, thank god you didn’t. You sunburned like nobody's business.

“Oh come on. You just didn’t like the idea of me moving. And considering how long we had been dating at that point it did make sense!” You argued.

“It was 3 months Y/n,” She deadpanned.

“I was in a wlw relationship. That’s like practically three years, it’s not like I brought a u-haul to our first date.”

Alyssa quirked an eyebrow up at you. “Didn’t you have one of those the first time we met?”

“Yeah, because I wasn’t moving into my college apartment without any furniture!”

“Whatever you say, babe. Who's your Folklore?” She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly.

“I think you skipped an album,” you said. This was weird because Lover was one of Alyssa’s favorite albums. “But, since you asked. I think Kelley is The 1.”

“Ah, our favorite squirrel,” Alyssa’s lips ticked up. You and Kelley had dated in college (something that should have made her jealous), but Kelley was the one pushing her to admit her feelings now.

“We were just too young and dumb,” you said, smiling. “We had a great time together, and it would have been fun if it worked out. But at some point we just realized, we were friends, but there wasn’t anything romantic there.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” Alyssa said, like a liar.

“I’m not. Her and Emily are like made for each other,” You snorted with the shake of your head. “And at least she wasn’t afraid of the world knowing we were together,”

“Well, yeah,” Alyssa smiled. She had loved seeing the way being publicly out with Kelley had brought out the best of you. “ Okay moving on! Next, we need to narrow down your No body, No Crime.”

“I take offense. Alex is still alive, so that doesn’t count,” You huffed.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. I know you didn’t kill any of your significant others,” Alyssa said, laughing. “Though if you listened to the song you would know that’s my job… ”

“Alex was my Champagne Problems,” You mumbled sadly. That relationship had been the hardest for you, as had the breakup. She was terrified of the world even suspecting she wasn’t straight.

You had everything, except the freedom to be yourself, and In the end, you couldn’t take the hiding anymore.

“You did your best, love. But people come out at their own pace. And it was before Obergfell v. Hodges was decided. Being queer was still more likely to be presented as a scandal in the media then.”

“She cheated on me with Serv. She doesn’t get a pass,” You grumbled, crossing your arms.

“I’m pretty sure you were on a break dear,” Alyssa said, though she was inclined to agree with you. Being on a ‘break’ but not officially breaking up didn’t seem like a reason to start dating other people. Still getting over some of the semantics might theoretically help you move on. “BUT maybe we should move on. Who is your Lover?”

Your eyes squinted thoughtfully, a light pink shading your cheeks. “The only person who hasn’t ever left me is you. You let me leave the Christmas lights up until May and dance around the kitchen when you cook.”

Alyssa looked away, not able to meet your eyes. ”I mean, the lights can change color, so they can be thematic all year. And you’re the one who chooses the music to listen to while I cook. I can’t help it if they’re all great for dancing.”

“You can dance to anything. I’m pretty sure you turned a Hosier song into a salsa dance last week.” You giggled.

“The only person I dance with is you, Y/n,” Alyssa said, finally meeting your eyes. She could feel her body start shaking slightly, as the adrenaline kicked in. She was going to do it. She was going to tell you. “I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you.”

“I’d dance with you in a storm in my best dress,”

“I have tried so hard to be supportive about your last several relationships. But seeing you dancing to your favorite song with anyone else… I’ve loved you for three years now and I couldn’t bear it.”

The air was suddenly charged between you, and you realized your faces were just inches apart. It was hard to breathe. You never dreamed your best friend would return your feelings (maybe that’s why you had so many bad relationships).

“Kiss me,” you breathed, slowly moving around so your heads were at the same level.

“That’s not a Taylor swift Lyric,” Alyssa said. In her brain, there was a loading sign currently whirring in little circles, as she attempted to process what you just said. Did you mean what she thought you said?

“Baby just say yes,” You said, feeling so happy that tears were coming to your eyes. You leaned forward getting inches from her face, so close you could feel her breath hitch. “Please kiss me.”

“Yes,” was all Alyssa had time to say before she closed the distance and kissed you.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #alyssa naeher imagine #alyssa naeher x reader

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barzzal · 3 years

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fucking Sid in his range rover, feeling his calloused and big hands under your dress, gripping your ass, his lips between your breasts while your hand is on his soft curls, the pace is not super fast but he is so deep in you like you can clearly see and feel his passion and love, the air is so thick of it🍬

warnings: nsfw (18+) fluff, (kind of wholesome) smut, car / sort-of-public shenanigans, raw sex (wrap it up will u), breeding kink, established relationship, oh and a lot of kissing

you and sidney have always been so formal and well behaved in front of everyone you knew. pda wasn’t really a thing and that meant having to wait till you get home most of the time. however, tonight was one of those times where neither of you just couldn’t resist.

it was about half an hour when you locked eyes with sidney after having one of the usual dinner dates you, anna, and cath agreed to host alternately on weekends. it was cathy’s turn to host so everyone was rather thrilled because anna (mostly you) loved alex and victoria.

the letangs make it a point to send the kids to bed so everyone could have some adult time but you and anna just couldn’t resist their kids. how can you not fall for them anyway? they’re the best kids you know.

you didn’t really find the same connection you have with them outside of sidney’s closest friends. you’ve grown to love them dearly and alex is clearly fond of stealing his dad’s spotlight ever since the day he was born, but victoria— oh sweet girl, victoria.

sidney was just coming back from the garden to get some more beers when he sees you with kris’ youngest, obviously starting to fall asleep on your shoulder whilst you held her safely by your waist. the room was quiet with just you and the girls catching up with the usual work rants and the ‘husband mocking’ sessions you indulge yourselves with for when the boys hit the outside to even realize that the captain was in the same room as you were.

victoria, among all the other kids, was a lot more close to you and she has never failed to welcome you at the door every time you come visit. you loved her instantly and the way she calls you her only ‘fun’ aunt just makes your heart swoon and grow ten fold that it should be. the two of you have forged this entire new bond that neither of her parents could even understand so having her safely cuddled in your arms was no longer an issue. not that it ever was.

sidney couldn’t help but stare at you and admire you from afar. you see, the thought of having kids has always been present with you and sidney. you’ve talked about it a handful of times but the timing isn’t just right. it was either sid chasing more cups or you finally having the courage to leave your job and do the thing you actually love. your husband isn’t one to voice out his selfish thoughts but he’s always had this mental image of you with a child that’s utterly– and undeniably his.

he’s always pictured you bouncing his newborn baby lovingly in your arms, for afternoon naps perhaps— or early mornings where you just couldn’t resist holding her close to your heart. he’s already thought of it countless times and you have no idea how badly he wanted to have it with you; well, as i’ve said earlier, not until he locked eyes with you.

“are you sure about this?” sidney pants, the build up in his abdomen thickening by the second.

your sunday dress flowed just above your thighs while your husband’s calloused yet capable hands take resort to take a handful of your behind as you ride him at the back of his car.

“i am... sure.” you moan, letting his lips latch onto your neck pressing love bites as a response.

you were all over the place just as much as he was but neither of you gave a damn. it was past everyone’s bedtime in kris’ neighborhood but sidney couldn’t care less if the captain ever got caught filling his wife with his child in the range rover everyone in pittsburgh probably recognizes.

“y/n,” sidney mutters in between kisses, fighting the urge to explode inside you. not yet. not until you get to come before him.

“i know, baby.” you whimper near his ear, your hands running wild through his already messed up hair.

“i’m coming too.” you tell him.

your left hand dig on his chest as the other helplessy hold on his nape. the two of you chased your own highs in each other’s skin. sidney’s lips was nowhere else other than your all too perfect lips whilst his hips did most of the work for the two of you. you were fighting for air, he knows it. but he knew you didn’t want to let go of his lips either.

once you feel your arousal break loose, your hips jerk uncontrollably, searching for all that sid has to give you. even if this was just a spontaneous, aimless shot in the night for a kid you both longed for and wanted, the two of you didn’t care. you both knew nothing could ever happen unless you try — so, here it was. a shot at bearing sidney’s child.

“i fucking love you.” sidney fails to stop himself as he finally fills your cunt with his cum, balls in deep— thrusting hard to get it all in.

“i fucking love you.” you repeat, letting your head fall on the crook of his neck, not wanting to hop off of him nor take his length out of your void despite your already spent up state.

“you came baby?” sidney breaks when he recovers, removing some of your wild hair and tucking it at the back of your ear.

you honestly nod, “yeah, i did.” you assure him, cleaning up some lipstick stain on the side of his lips.

“good.” he says with an all too familiar smile. he lets his head fall back on the seat, catching his breath.

“that’s period one, right?” he kids, already thinking about finishing the last two at home. you chuckle despite being tired yourself.

“i know it’s late, but it’s still too early for bad jokes.” you retort, dodging another one of his awful hockey references.

“it’s bad? i thought ‘twas pretty funny.” he whines with a pout just like the child that he is.

but y/n, if only sidney knew, with all his terrible dad-jokes and sport references he has on his sleeves, he’s already there.

it’s wet weekends!

#wet weekends #sidney crosby #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby smut #nhl smut #the way that this is so soft and hot at the same time 🥵

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don’t know how u feel about this but alex x laura angry sex hc?? like way back when they were kinda friends

YES I LOVE THEM and I feel like they had a good vibe back in the day. I’m ignoring the Alex-outed-Laura storyline for these, but if you want something specific to that I can do it!

You know the drill folks, headcanons are under the cut because they’re long (and also nsfw)

- It starts at one of Laura’s dinner parties with liquor loosened lips and both of them just drunk enough to let a sexually charged comment slip out. Alex always stays until everyone else is gone — stays to help Laura clean up because she feels bad that no one else does — and they’re playfully arguing about something stupid when Laura straightens up, narrows her eyes, and tells Alex that she’s a brat basically begging to be bent over the kitchen table.

- Alex Levy does not back down from a challenge, even when drunk and slightly intimidated by Laura’s commanding stature, and she feels her heart hammering in her chest as she considers Laura’s statement. She could play it off like a joke and laugh but holy fuck, she’s wetter than she’s been in ages and yeah, she totally wants Laura to bend her over the table and fuck the brattiness out of her.

- Laura is shocked when Alex utters a confident little “yeah, I want that” and she’s just drunk enough to do it — just a little bit past the point where she would tell Alex to go home and get to bed and they’d talk in the morning — and she fucks her for the first time in the kitchen with Alex sitting on the table, dress rucked up around her waist with the bodice pulled down far enough for her tits to spill out the top. It’s frantic and sloppy and they’re both entirely too loud but it’s good — better than Alex can recall it being with men, actually — and when Alex is done, sated and covered in crescent moon shaped fingernail sized welts, she pushes Laura against the fridge and fucks her standing up.

- It becomes a sort of prearranged thing after that, in which Alex is bratty and sassy and throwing tantrums for days until Laura rolls her eyes and suggests a dinner party.

- It’s an elaborate ruse to get Alex into her bed after the night is through, usually brattier than ever because she knows she’s about to be fucked and spanked and called a good little whore just the way she likes — the way that only Laura can do — and Laura just shoots her a warning look over the dinner table that’s tinged with a hint of aroused mischief.

- The moment Laura’s last guest leaves — as the car is pulling out of the driveway, really — Alex is backed onto whatever surface is closest, her dress rucked up or thrown across the room. They fuck against the door, against walls, sprawled out on the floor, on the kitchen table, on the couch, but it’s always frenzied and rushed and Alex is so fucking impatient that it makes Laura roll her eyes and bite down on the inside of her thigh until she gasps, reminds her to just fucking wait.

- It slowly shifts from dinner parties to after work sex and casual weekend sex, but the dynamic of dominant Laura never leaves.

- After a while, Alex craves it like she’s never craved anything else before, feels her panties dampen at the thought of pissing Laura off until she’s pinned down on the cold hardwood floor. She thinks about it before she falls asleep sometimes, fucks herself to the thought of Laura’s tongue and fingers and sharp voice in her ear telling her to be good. Sometimes it scares her, the fact that Laura is in every fucking fantasy now, but mostly it feels too good for Alex to consider it wrong until she’s deep in the post-orgasmic clarity stage under the scalding spray of her shower.

- It makes her question her sexuality and that makes her even brattier, shows up to work with a pinched look on her face and so fucking angry at the world. Laura catches her on a thirty minute break, fingers clasped firmly around Alex’s wrist and tugging her into one of their dressing rooms, tells her not to make a fucking sound before pushing Alex down into a chair and sinking to her knees. She fucks Alex with a precision that only experienced lovers have — knows her body well enough by this point to know what’ll get Alex off quickly, served with a few sharp bites to the inside of her thighs — and it only makes tears well up in Alex’s eyes because what the fuck, why is this so much better with Laura?

- That time in the dressing room is one of the only times Laura can recall not immediately leaving (or having Alex leave) after sex — kisses her head gently and wipes the tears welling up in her eyes and asking her why she’s being a brat. Alex tells her the entire truth about questioning her sexuality because fuck, the post orgasmic haze has her spilling all of her life secrets, but it calms her down and she can return to the cameras with a more relaxed look on her face, her words just a little bit kinder because Alex isn’t a nice person by trade.

- It turns into more of an arrangement after that — dinners together at nice restaurants where Laura pretends that Alex isn’t practically begging for sex, pretends she’s ignoring her until Alex is pouty and desperate and whining for attention in the way that almost always leads to her getting fucked. Laura likes her like that — desperate and begging — and she likes the game of pretending to ignore her even more. Pretending because Laura could never ignore Alex, catalogues every gasp, every pout, every frustrated little bounce in her seat.

- Sometimes they fuck in the restaurant bathrooms, Laura’s hand firmly clapped over Alex’s mouth and lips brushing the shell of her ear, whispering every dirty little thing they both got off on. More frequently they go home in a cab, trying to not touch each other in the back seat but always with one of Laura’s hands gently resting on Alex’s thigh in a way that could be just as friendly as it is possessive and erotic.

- Sex is almost always better when they’re sober (or mostly sober, because when Alex is around they almost always drink a glass of wine or two). It’s not as rushed or frenzied, Laura taking her time while Alex lays back and lets her. It’s foreign and different because Alex never lets anyone take their time, prefers to be fucked hard and fast until she reaches an orgasm that’s only partly satisfying, but with Laura? Everything is different. She wants the slow teasing drawn out sex — wants it to be denied from her until she can’t stand it, squirming and begging and gasping for air — and she wants the explosive orgasm that always follows.

- She likes it when Laura is harsh and mean and relentless, pinning her hands above her head and nipping at her skin and leaving marks in places the camera wouldn’t see, and Alex is content in her place of bratty bottom — something she would never be for anyone else but there’s a level of trust and care from Laura that makes her feel safe and okay in that role, feels okay in running her mouth and being sassy and mean for the reward of a spanking and a good orgasm.

#asks? answered #alex x laura #the morning show #alex levy #laura peterson #headcanons

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dakarimainink · 3 years

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Happy New Year

WARNING: Fluff, friendly, little bit of alcohol, angst, a bit of bullying

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x You (Reader)

Wordcount: 1.6K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own.

This was a request by anon:

"heyy could u write a os about reader and pedro meeting each other at a mutual friend's party and they just hit it off??"

I'm so bad at fluffy writing because 'Im such a slut

I hope you like it.

I'm not gonna lie, I actually struggled writing this 😭

Extra note: Y/F/N = Your friend's name

DISCLAIMER: the number is fake! I got it off a fake number site!!

Masterlist

You knew your friend was popular with a lot of people, but when you were invited to their New Year’s Eve party, you had no idea there would be so many and you barely recognised any of them. You guessed some of the guests were your friend’s partner’s, but it didn’t really make a difference to you now that you were standing alone on the side-line with a drink in hand.

You contemplated to just leave and go back to your original plan to celebrate in front of your TV with pyjamas on, it wasn’t as if you hadn’t done it before, but it was nice to see your friends again, at least some of them.

While contemplating what to do next, you absentmindedly plucked one and one chip from the bowl next to you, your eyes glossing over the mingling people around. Your thoughts drifted over to how your next year would be like, what goals you would set for yourself. It had been a slow year and you were truly ready for a fresh start.

In the corner of your eye, you noticed a small group of people approaching you. You took a step to the side, getting out of the way of the snack table. You turned your head away and looked at the fairy lights slinging across the walls.

“Y/N?”

The voice made you snap your head to the source, meeting a pair of curious baby blue eyes. You gulped as ice prickled in your veins. Fuck…

“Oh my god, it is you.” She giggled and turned to glance at the three other people standing with her. “Haven’t seen you since high school.” Your eyes dragged along her beautiful features and her silver cocktail dress. “Do you remember us?”

“How could I ever forget?” You mumbled with your head hanging low, dread washing over you as old memories hit you left and right and all you wanted to do was crawl away to the safety of your bed.

“I’ll never forget that time you got your period in the middle of the class, your seat was gushing red.” The woman cackled and you cringed inward at the memory. You had to go home that day and didn’t return to school until a week later once your period was done. “Or that time you got gum stuck in your hair.”

You chewed on your lip as you looked up at her, a hint of anger lingering at the back of your throat. “That was because of you.” You pointed out; your fingers tightened the grip around your glass.

The woman took a step closer to you with a smirk playing on her lips. “Mmm, and it was hilarious. You truly rocked your new hairstyle after that.” She grasped at your hair. “You should have kept it short.” She chuckled, lightly tugging at your hair before taking a step back.

You wanted so badly to snap back at her for what she put you through. Years of humiliation you had fought to suppress resurfaced as you were facing her for the first time since those horrible years.

She folded her arms and leaned her weight to one side. “Let me take a guess, you’re here alone? I wouldn’t be surprised, someone like you are born to be lonely.”

You met her cocky gaze and furrowed your brows. That was the last straw for you and you inhaled sharply, ready to bark out at her.

“There you are.”

Everyone snapped their head to the warm and vibrant voice to your right.

“I’ve been looking all over for you.” You met the man’s gaze, warm dark eyes that radiated kindness. He stepped right up to you and pulled you in by the waist with a caring smile. “We need to get outside if we’re to catch the fireworks.”

You could feel the warmth radiate from him and the smell of dark spice and light citrus hit your senses and you inhaled deeply. You gaped at him, not sure as to what to say or do.

“If you’ll excuse us, ladies.” Shifting his hold to your hand, he led you away from them and towards the garden. You barely kept up with his long and confident strides through the crowds of people until you finally stood outside under the clear night sky.

The air was crisp and fresh, feeling grateful for getting out from the cramped and uncomfortable situation, you looked up at him with a grateful smile. “Thank you.” You breathed out.

“And I thought we were all grown-ups here.” He mumbled to himself as he gave you a once over. “You okay?”

You nodded.

“I’m sorry for just marching in there, but I couldn’t help but overhear how rudely they spoke to you.”

You cleared your throat, feeling the fuming heat cool off of you. “Actually, I’m grateful you did. I almost snapped at them, which would probably turn into a whole scene.” You rubbed the back of your neck uncomfortably.

He nodded understandably. “That would probably turn a few heads.” He chuckled and took a sip from his beer. He held out his hand to you. “Pedro.”

You took it with a smile on your lips. “No, that’s not my name.” You said with a serious tone.

“N-no I mean…” He noticed your smile had twisted into a playful smirk and he rolled his eyes teasingly.

“I’m Y/N.” You chuckled and let go of his hand, licking your lower lip in the process.

“So that’s how it is, huh?”

You nodded, proud of your little joke. “That’s how it is.” You took a sip from your glass. “You know what, I think you would look great in a hat.” You giggled, the thought had popped so randomly into your head, and usually you would have kept it to yourself, but the alcohol was already making you a bit smug.

His eyebrows shot up in amusement. “A hat? What kind of hat?”

“I dunno, just a hat.”

You both chuckled at the random thought. He nodded with a smirk playing on his plump lips. “A hat it is then.”

You cleared your throat, shaking off the thought of him reminding you of someone. “So, are you ready for the new year?”

“Yeah, ready for a new year with new adventures and new projects. And you?”

You shifted your weight to one side. God yes! “Pretty much, yeah. It’s been a long year, so ready to put it behind and get a new start. At least that’s what it feels like – a new start.” You smiled “I definitely won’t waste away in my pyjamas at all.” You added sarcastically.

He chuckled. “You know what, that sounds pretty nice. It also sounds like the plans I initially had for New Year this year.”

You snorted at his honesty. “Mine too.” You admitted with a chortle as you looked around at the other unfamiliar faces glancing at you.

“How do you know these people?” He asked, snapping your attention back at him. You couldn’t shake off the feeling of having seen this man before.

“Y/F/N and I have known each other since we were like three years old.” You replied. “And you?”

“Ah, Y/F/N is also a friend of mine. We met like - … - four years ago I think it is.” Your heart lightly fluttered at his furrowed brows as he thought about it. “Or is it three?” His eyes bounced to your gaze with a warm glow. “I can barely remember, time flies by so fast.”

“TEN. NINE. EIGHT.”

You both looked out on the growing crowd by your side, everyone facing away from you to look up at the clear night sky. You felt a smile grow on your lips as you realised it was soon to be a new year.

“FIVE. FOUR. THREE.”

They all chanted together as some fireworks flew up in the air and exploding, painting the black canvas with colours and sparks. You turned to look at Pedro beside you, who already had his gaze on you.

“ONE. HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone shouted out in unison.

He held out his beer bottle and you clinked your glass to it. “Happy new year.” He smiled sincerely, filling you with warmth.

“Happy new year.” You both took a sip from your own drinks and held each other’s gaze. You both took half a step closer and he bent down, wrapping his arms around you and hugged you tightly.

“To new beginnings.” He whispered.

Safety washed over you as you stood in his embrace. His scent overrode your senses as you wrapped your own arms around him. He pulled you a little closer as you heard him inhale deeply.

“Pedro.” An unknown voice called out in the distance.

He let go of you slowly, as if he was reluctant to part from you and looked behind you.

“Alex.” He chimed and took a step to the side to greet what you thought was his friend. “Happy new year.”

“Happy new year, man. The others are looking for you, they wanna wish you a happy new year as well, come on.” Alex grabbed Pedro’s wrist and pulled him with him.

You chuckled at the sight as Pedro looked over his shoulder at you with an apologetic look. You waved at him, hiding the feeling of dismal and emptiness as you watched him leave. Pedro… You echoed his name in your head, when suddenly realisation washed over you. Pedro…! You gaped at yourself in disbelief. Holy shit!

You woke up with a throbbing headache, rolled over and grasped for your phone. You had a few texts from different family members, but what caught your attention was a text from an unknown number.

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202-555-0021

You’re right, I do look great in a hat.

Omg, ahaha

You're definitely rocking that hat!

How did you get your hands on a hat so quickly?

Have coffee with me and I’ll tell you the thrilling story of how I got it

Hahah sure. When?

El Barrista in an hour? I will be wearing my hat

See you in an hour

(Wanna be added to my tag list for Pedro Pascal and his characters? Let me know and I will happily add you)

@cynic-spirit, @lililolli, @notabotiswear, @sara-alonso, @blankmooon, @xoxo-callie, @mamacitapascal, @thewaythisis, @greeneyedblondie44

#Pedro pascal #Pedro Pascal x you #Pedro Pascal x reader #Pedro Pascal x Y/N #fluff #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #real person fiction #rpf

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Riding On

CH26- In Sickness And In Health

Summary: A bug hits the Adler household, and it isn’t pretty.

Warnings: Bad language, talks of puke and vomit (grim!)

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Word Count- 5.1k ish

Riding On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 25

Fliss woke in the middle of the night to Thor gently scratching at the bedroom door, little whines seeping from his mouth. She sat still, her ears craning for what had gotten him so agitated and then she heard soft crying from across the hall. She knew from the fact it wasn’t coming over the baby monitor it wasn’t Alex, which left one other person.

“Frank...” she nudged him with her elbow gently in his ribs, where he lay in his preferred sleeping position, on his stomach, arms folded under his pillow. “Babe, Mary’s crying.”

He grumbled something before his nose screwed up and he gave a sleepy questioning hum as Fliss flicked on the lamp and rose from the bed, locating her sleep wear which had been discarded the night before as they’d gotten a little frisky. He groaned again, blinking against the light before his sleepy brain suddenly registered what was going on and he sat up, frowning.

The door to their room opened as Fliss headed across the landing and Frank jumped out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweats that were discarded over the back of the chair by the vanity and followed. As soon as Fliss opened the door to Mary’s room the smell of vomit hit his nostrils and he sighed, instantly realising what was going on.

“Hey, hey...” Fliss stood on the bottom rung of the steps which led up to Mary’s bed, reaching over to brush her hair which was spattered with puke off her face. “Sweetheart, it’s ok.”

“I couldn’t get to the bathroom in time...” Mary sobbed. “I just woke up and...”

“Stack, calm down.” Frank soothed as he moved behind Fliss. “Does your tummy hurt?”

“Yeah.” She nodded and then without warning she pushed Fliss away, retched, and spewed up once more all over her bedspread, her sobbing growing louder. Frank grimaced, and in front of him Fliss gave a little, sudden half retch of her own- he knew she hated dealing with puke but it was testament to her mom instincts as she swallowed and reached out, rubbing Mary’s back.

“Okay, honey. Let’s get you cleaned up. Can you stand in the shower or do you want me to run you a bath?”

“Bath.” Mary stammered, retching again and Fliss nodded, turning to Frank. “I’ll go sort it, can you help her down?”

“Sure.” Frank nodded as Fliss dodged round him, heading to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry.” Mary whispered.

“What for?” Frank frowned.

“For barfing in my bed.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Frank soothed her. “Have I ever been mad at you for being sick?”

“Only when I ate all those marshmallows.”

“That was different, I told you to stop stuffing them into your mouth and you didn’t.” Frank chuckled, the back of his hand pressing to Mary’s forehead. She felt clammy, her cheeks tinged with pink. “You can’t help it if you’re ill, sweetheart.”

“But the bedcover is new.”

“Mary, it doesn’t matter.” He repeated. “It’ll wash. I’m more worried about you. Now come on, let’s get you in the bath okay?”

With a little clever manoeuvring, Frank helped Mary down from her bunk and she made her way slowly into the bathroom where Fliss as busy drawing her a bath.

“Okay, you want me to stay with you or you wanna be on your own?” Fliss asked Mary as she slumped ok the close toilet seat.

“Can you stay?”

“Sure.” Fliss smiled.

“I’ll go strip the bed and toss it all in the machine.” Frank gently ran his hand over the back of Mary’s head as Fliss handed her a glass of water. “You can get in with us for the rest of the night.”

Mary drained the glass and nodded, wiping her eyes. Frank straightened up and Fliss gave him a little smile before he turned and headed out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Half an hour or so later Mary was in a fresh set of pyjamas, had taken a dose of medicine and was settled in their bed. After an initial bit of another flap about her not wanting to be in the middle in case she needed to get out, Frank had assured her that if she moved he would wake and she was now settled in between him and Fliss, curled on her side and snuggled into his chest, her head tucked under his chin. His large arms cuddled her close, his left hand gently rubbing at her back as he gave Fliss a tired smile as she flicked off the light and settled down beside them having checked on Alex to make sure the noise hadn’t disturbed him.

“I’ll stay home with her.” He whispered as Fliss leaned over and pressed a kiss to the back of Mary’s head before she moved and placed a soft one on Frank’s mouth. “It’s easier for me to rearrange stuff than you, I can work here.”

“I can rearrange some stuff if needs be but, well, she’s always a daddy’s girl when she’s sick.” Fliss yawned.

Frank chuckled a little as he too gave a soft yawn. “Yeah, and I’d be lying if I said I ever wanted that to change.”

****

Mary was off colour for just over two days. Just as Fliss had stated, she’d been clingy to Frank, laying on the sofa by his side or on his knee, her head resting on his lap whilst she slept. Thankfully, by the time the third day rolled around she was back almost to her usual self although Frank insisted she stay home from summer camp for the rest of the week. The bad news was, however, the bug was seemed to have caught him now. He felt funny on the Monday morning and as he drove into work he had to pull his truck over so he could puke out of the door. With a groan he grabbed the bottle of water out of the holder and with a shaky hand drained half in one go before he pulled a u-turn and headed home. Fliss saw his truck arrive back onto their driveway and came into the house to find him rushing into the bathroom, throwing up violently into the toilet. With a sigh she gently rubbed his back and sent him to bed, fetching him some water and kissing his head, telling him to rest up. “Where’s dad?” Mary asked as she walked into her kitchen later that evening, having been picked up by Bill following a call from Fliss earlier that afternoon. “In bed, he’s caught your bug.” Fliss sighed. “Poor bugger.” Bill grimaced. “Yeah, he’s not well.” Fliss wrinkled her nose. “Just a case of it working through his system.” She smiled at Alex as she took him from her dad. “They behaved?” “Good as gold.” Bill smiled as Alex gave his momma a huge grin as she kissed his cheek. “Do you want us to pick them up again tomorrow evening?” “Would you?” Fliss sighed. “Frank won’t be up to it and I’ve got lessons until six.” “Sure, Mary can stay if she likes. We’ve got the twins so...” “Oh please Mom, can I?” Mary grinned and Fliss shrugged. “Sure, if you want.” “Yesss.” Mary gave Bill a hi-five before she excused herself and headed into her den. Bill had a cup of tea before he headed back home and Fliss got Alex ready for bed. Just as she was carrying him out of the nursery for his night bottle, Frank emerged from their bedroom. He was pale, and looked absolutely drained. “Hey, how you feeling?” Fliss gave him a sympathetic smile and he shook his head, giving a little sigh. “Like I’ve been hit by a bus.” He grumbled as Alex gave a noise of excitement at seeing his dad. “Hey, buddy.” Frank gave him a smile and waggled his fingers, chuckling a little as the baby mimicked his actions. “Frankie, go back to bed.” Fliss coaxed and he sighed. “I can’t sleep, been awake for the last hour.” “You been sick again?” “Not yet. Although my stomach is killing me.” “Can you face anything to eat?” Frank shook his head. “Just need to get some water.” “I’ll get it, just go lie down and watch some TV or something.” “Is Mary okay?” He completely ignored her instructions and Fliss shot him a look. “Stop ignoring me. She’s fine. I’ll send her up to say hi, now go. Go on.” “Yes, Mom.” Frank grumbled before he turned and headed back into their room. As Fliss headed down the stairs she heard the vague sounds of him retching into the toilet in the en-suite. ***** The next morning, Fliss found herself with a sick fiancée and a sick eleven month old as Alex promptly woke her up at five am screaming, and proceeded to projectile vomit all over her as she lifted him out of his vomit spattered crib. With a sigh, she soothed him gently before she carried him into the main bathroom so as not to disturb Frank and stripped them both off, stepping into the shower with him in her arms to clean them both off. Being an expert at doing things one handed now thanks to usually having him on her hip, she managed to wash her hair and his before she stepped out, wrapped him in a little towel. She shrugged on her robe and carried him out of the room, dressing him in a clean romper before she wandered downstairs to make herself some breakfast. As soon as it was an acceptable hour, she called Joanne to have her cancel her lessons for the day before she then called her mum who assured her that her or Bill would collect Mary and drop her at summer camp so she didn’t have to. It was a little after ten when Frank headed downstairs to find Fliss gently rocking Alex to and fro as he griped in her arms, his little hands curled round the material of her t-shirt, his cheeks red as he rest one against her shoulder. “Oh he’s not got it as well?” Frank sighed and Fliss nodded. “Yup, I got a wonderful five am wake up call.” “Oh, Honey, I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault.” She looked at him, giving him a soft smile. “How you feeling today?” “A little better, not great but...” Frank shrugged as he ran a hand over Alex’s head. “Is he really bad?” Fliss wrinkled her nose. “He’s not been sick for an hour or so now but his diapers are grim.” She pulled a face. “I’m just worried about him not eating or drinking and getting dehydrated.” “Just offer him something plain to eat.” Frank looked at her, rubbing her arm. “Maybe some rye crackers or those little animal ones he likes and some diluted apple juice. If he’s like Mary then this will pass in a couple of days, don’t worry about it, it’s not like he’s a tiny baby now.” “Hmmm. Maybe I should ask Mum what I should do, I mean she’s done this before and...” At that Frank paused, his hand dropping to his side as he felt his temper flare. “Yeah, because it’s not like I have or anything is it, Fliss?” He knew he shouldn’t have said it, but he was tired, wasn’t feeling too great himself and her lack of faith in him had riled him to the point he’d blurted it out without thinking. And he immediately knew he’d pushed the wrong button when she stilled and turned to him, her eyes blazing. “You’re such a dick!” “I’m a dick?” He snapped back. “Jesus, you constantly second guess everything I suggest. I’ve done this before and Mary turned out just fine.” “I don’t second guess everything.” “You know what, just do what you want. I can’t have this argument now, I feel like crap. Maybe you should check with your mom what I should eat as well while you’re at it.” “Fuck off, Frank.” Fliss spat at him as she adjusted Alex in her arms and stormed out of the room, her feet heavy on the stairs as she made her way up them, Alex’s little cries growing quieter as she went before they died out completely as she shut the door to his nursery. With a groan Frank grabbed a bottle of water and followed her up the stairs where he headed back into the bedroom, climbed into bed and pulled the covers over his head. **** Thor alerted Fliss to someone’s presence and her head turned to see her mum enter through the back door holding a canvas shopping bag.

“Mum?”

“Hey love, you sounded a little stressed on the phone so I thought I’d swing by.” She smiled. “How is he?”

“Who, Alex or the asshole upstairs?” Fliss rolled her eyes and Verity arched her brow.

“You two had an argument? I thought Frank was ill?”

“He is. Suffering from asshole-itis.”

“Okay.” Verity sighed as she placed the bag on the counter in the kitchen. “Well, I made you a lasagne and some chicken soup for when Frank feels like eating. Probably better on his stomach than a heap of meat and cheese.”

“Thanks.” Fliss gave her mum a smile as she stood up and headed over to the kitchen area of the large family room, checking on Alex who was sleeping in the pack and play in the corner of the room.

“Did he eat his crackers?”

“A few.” Fliss shrugged. “But he drank most of his apple juice and keeping him hydrated is the most important thing, right?”

"He’s not a new-born now, Fliss.” Verity smiled. “And this isn’t the first time he’s been off colour.”

“No, but it’s the first time he’s been puking up every hour or so.”

“Yes, but as long as he keeps drinking then there’s no need to worry about it.” Verity looked at her. “If he’s still bad in another twenty-four hours and you’re worried, call the doctor. But Frank was right with what he said. Diluted apple juice will make sure he gets water and a bit of sugar, and if he munches on a few crackers then at least he’s eating something. You could always offer him a piece of banana too. Full of vitamins and the potassium will be good for him, too.” At that Fliss pulled a face and Verity chuckled. “You’ve never liked bananas.”

“Frank and Mary love them as well as him, but the texture makes me want to hurl.”

“You eat avocado.” Verity rolled her eyes and Fliss shrugged as she filled a kettle. There was a moment’s silence as Fliss placed the kettle on to boil and her mum reached for two mugs. “So, you going to tell me why Frank’s an asshole?”

“Oh, just before.” Fliss shrugged, tossing teabags into the teapot. “He accused me of second guessing him when I said I wanted to call you about Alex.”

“Right.” Verity nodded, leaning back against the counter. “And you weren’t?”

“No, of course not.” Fliss looked at her mum and Verity shrugged.

“Okay,” she held her hands up, “but, try and see it from his point of view, sweetheart. He is his dad…”

“I know that…”

“…and he’s done this before. In fact he’s done this before the same amount of times I have.”

At that Fliss paused and took a deep breath as her mum continued.

“You and Steve are both my children, but don’t forget, I didn’t meet Steve until he was five. So my sum total experience of babies was from looking after you, which makes Frank as equally qualified as me, certainly from the six month mark anyway.”

Fliss hesitated, in all honesty she hadn’t thought about it that way. She let out a sigh as her eyes filled with tears and her mum gave her a small smile and gently touched her arm. “Hey, don’t get upset, come here…”

Fliss willingly stepped into her mums arms for a hug, sniffing a little as Verity gently stroked the back of her head. “Being a parent is stressful, and being a first time one is the scariest thing in the world, but I wish I’d had the support from someone like you get from Frank.”

“I know, and he’s great, he’s more than great he’s fantastic, sometimes I just,” Fliss sniffed and shrugged lamely as she pulled back a little, “you’re my mum, that’s all.”

“Yeah I was last time I checked.” Verity smiled and Fliss let out a soft chuckle as she stepped back. “But Frank is your fiancée, and Alex’s dad. I can understand why he got a little frustrated.”

“He’s never snapped at me before when I’ve called you for advice.”

“Yeah, well, he’s not feeling great is he?” Verity reasoned. “He’s most likely tired and a bit cranky and you just got the brunt, unfortunately. Isn’t that the way it works? You’re a snappy bitch with him often enough.”

“I know.” Fliss turned to the kettle. “Least he doesn’t beat me black and blue for it, huh?”

“Don’t.” Verity said sternly and Fliss poured the hot water into the tea pot.

“True though.” She sighed, before she shook her head. “Anyway, enough. What are you doing with the kids tonight?”

“Your Dad's pumping the inflatables up for the pool.” Verity took her tea with a thanks. “Then we’ve stocked up on sausages, burgers and enough soda and sweets to keep them wired for a week.”

“Standard night and Nanna and Granddad’s then.” Fliss smiled and Verity chuckled as the two of them made their way outside to sit in the garden.

“The twins are staying until the weekend.” Verity smiled. “Steve’s taking Sian off for a last little break before your wedding and the baby arrives. If you want to gather some more stuff for Mary, she can stay longer. We were going to take them to the waterpark on Thursday.”

“She’d love that. I’ll check with Frank as we’ve paid for summer camp, but I don’t think he’ll have an issue.”

“Issue with what?”

Both women looked up to see Frank stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes slightly. At the sight of him looking so tired and sick, Fliss felt all her earlier anger ebbing away and she took a deep breath.

“Oh, Mum was just saying, the twins are staying with her and dad until Friday, she suggested Mary might like to as well.”

“You don’t need to check with me.” Frank shook his head, his voice soft. “You’re her mom. If she wants to then, whatever.” Frank shrugged. “Not like we’re going to be doing anything at the moment, is it?”

“How are you feeling?” Verity looked at Frank and he gave a shrug.

“Crap.” He snorted, “How’s Bean?”

“He ate a few crackers and had some apple juice, he just seems tired.” Fliss shrugged.

To his credit, Frank didn’t mention the fact that she’d done exactly what he advised. Instead he nodded. “Good.”

“Do you want anything to eat?” Fliss offered. “Mum brought some chicken soup.”

“No, no offence V but my stomach isn’t quite ready for that.” He grimaced as Verity waved his apology off. “I just came for some air and to grab a drink.”

“Do you want me to make you a honey and ginger tea?” Fliss looked at him. “Might help.”

Frank gave her a soft smile, “sure, thanks.”

She stood up and passed him in the doorway, her hand softly brushing over his arm as she went. Once she’d gone, Frank stepped outside, taking in a breath as he let the sun warm his face. “You sure you don’t mind Mary staying for a few days?”

“Of course not.” Verity shook her head. “I was just saying to Fliss, we’re thinking of taking them all to the water park on Thursday.”

“She’ll love that.” Frank smiled, taking a deep breath as a wave of nausea washed over him.

“As long as it’s not an issue, Fliss said you’d already paid for camp.”

Frank shook his head. “It’s not expensive, plus you have to pay for the full summer up front, regardless. Just easier to make sure she has a place. As long as we tell them she won’t be there for the rest of the week it doesn’t matter.” He took a seat in one of the outside comfy chairs, and ran his hands over his face. “God, this is disgusting.”

Verity chuckled. “Yeah, it seems a pretty nasty bug. Make sure you rest up.”

“I’m bored of lying in bed.” He groaned.

“You’re just like Bill.” Verity looked at him, sternly. “Don’t be a stubborn bastard and rush around until you’re ready.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gave her a salute and she narrowed her eyes playfully.

“And whilst we’re at it, I’ve spoken to Fliss about her being a snappy little madam.”

“What do you mean?”

“She told me you’d had an argument before, and yes, before you say anything I can see your point but I can also see hers.” She looked at him. “I gave her a gentle reminder that my experience with babies amounts to the same as yours so I’m by no means more qualified but I’m glad she feels she can call me. It’s a support network I didn’t have, nor did you for that matter. And I bet you wish you did.”

Frank took a deep breath. “I know, I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I was just, well, a little frustrated, that’s all.”

“No, I know, I get it.” Verity assured him. “And so does she. Just maybe try not to be such a cranky little shit.”

At that Frank snorted and their conversation was cut off when Fliss appeared, placing a mug on the table in front of him.

“Thanks.” He smiled as she ran her hand through his hair affectionately. Reaching up, he caught her hand and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist.

“I’m sorry I snapped before.” He looked at her and she smiled back.

“It’s okay.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I don’t trust you something.”

“I should have pointed it out to you in a better way than I did.” Frank conceded, before his eyes playfully darted to Verity before they flicked back to Fliss’. “I was a cranky little shit.”

Verity chuckled and shook her head as Fliss smiled and moved to take her seat. Frank reached over for his drink and took a small sip, leaning back in his chair, happy to be outside the confines of the bedroom for a few moments, until his stomach gave a violent lurch, reminding him exactly why he hadn’t strayed far from the bathroom.

With a groan, he jumped up, almost falling over Thor in his haste and knowing full well he wasn’t going to make it to the toilet, he turned and violently spewed into the kitchen sink.

“Well,” Fliss sighed, standing up to go and help him out, “at least he’ll be bringing up nothing but water.” She pulled a face. “Don’t fancy fishing chunks out of the plug hole.”

*****

Frank woke early the next morning, having slept so much over the last forty-eight hours and he was pleased to report he was feeling much better. It was still quite dark outside and he took care as he climbed out of bed not to make too much noises. He padded over to the spare room, Fliss having chosen to sleep in there along with Alex in the travel crib so as not to disturb him too much, and was happy to see the pair of them fast asleep when he poked his head through the door. Thor eyed him a little before he stood up, stretching and wandered over, yawning.

“Wanna go out, pal?” Frank reached out and scratched the large dog behind his ear as his tail wagged lazily, his mouth opening in a wide yawn. “Okay, come on.”

It was an hour or so later he heard Fliss shout down the stairs. It was a frantic, broken yell of his name and in a flash he sprinted up onto the landing in time to see her bursting into the bathroom where she emptied her stomach into the toilet.

“Oh, baby.” He sighed, walking towards her but she waved him away.

“Alex,” she spluttered, before she turned and puked again and Frank instantly understood. Heading into the spare room, he picked up the baby who had himself thrown up, but was surprisingly cheerful all things considered. There were no tears, no fuss, just a huge grin for his daddy as he sat peering up at him.

“Not quite sure what you find so amusing.” Frank arched his eyebrow and swept the baby up, turning him so that the front of his vomit spattered romper was facing outwards, one large arm supporting his butt. He made his way back onto the landing to see Fliss now emerging, her face flushed and her eyes heavy.

“Go back to bed.” Frank nodded to their room, before he dropped a kiss to her forehead. “I got this.”

Without so much as a word of protest she headed into their bedroom, Thor following, and she closed the door behind her. Twenty minutes later, Alex was cleaned up and sat in his high chair next to Frank who was perched on a stool at the island, both of them munching on a banana. Alex’s appetite was back with gusto, but Frank was wary of overloading the tot’s stomach (and his own for that matter) so soon following their illness, so he had cut Alex’s banana into smaller pieces than normal in an attempt it would fool him into thinking he had eaten more. No such luck. As he finished the last piece he examined his now empty bowl and then looked at Frank, making a questioning noise.

“No more buddy, not yet.” Frank shook his head, chuckling as Alex reached for the one Frank had in his hand. “This is mine.” At that, Alex frowned and let out a loud noise of protest. Frank merely looked back at him again. “Complain all you want, it won’t get you anywhere.”

Once their breakfast was done, he carried him over to the play mat, watching him carefully as he entertained himself, crawling across the rug to get to some of his brightly coloured blocks. Frank played with him for a little while before he called both work and Joanne explaining the situation and that neither he nor Fliss would be in work that day. Once that was sorted, he then decided to take Alex out for some air into the garden, selecting a spot in the shade by the pool. By the time lunch time rolled around, neither of them had thrown up again, but there was no sign of Fliss. Frank set Alex down for a nap in his room, and headed over to check on her. She peered up at him from where she was led in bed, something playing on the TV and she gave him a weak smile.

“Hey.” He dropped onto the bed by her side, his hand running through her hair. “You need anything?”

“No.” She shook her head. “Is Bean okay?”

“He’s fine. He’s had a banana and some crackers for breakfast and a little more for lunch. So far so good, it hasn’t come back up.”

“Course I would have to get it too.” She grumbled and Frank chuckled, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Well, were you really expecting anything else?” He smiled and she rolled her eyes.

“No, suppose not.” She shifted and stretched, grimacing a little. “Fuck, my back is starting to go funny.”

“Lying down too much?” He asked gently, knowing she struggled with that sometimes if she was on it for too long, a consequence of her accident all those years ago.

“Yeah, that and I think I pulled it puking.”

“Well, how about I draw you a bath and then you can come downstairs and rest on the couch?” He offered, his hand cupping her cheek. “I got plenty of cuddles and sympathy in me, especially now I know I’ve had it and therefore immune.”

“Okay.” She nodded.

It was little under half an hour later when Fliss made her way downstairs, dressed in a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt, her hair pulled back into a messy pony tail. Frank gave her a small smile and lifted his arm as she sat down next to him. He pressed a kiss to her temple as she cuddled up to him.

“You need anything?” Frank asked her softly and she shook her head, adjusting herself so she was comfy, snuggling into him a little further. Only it didn’t last long. Approximately five minutes later she gave a little whimper and shot up from the couch, running for the bathroom. Frank let out a sigh as he stood up and followed her, his large hand rubbing at her back as he knelt beside her whilst she puked into the downstairs toilet.

“Fuck this shit.” She groaned as she sat back, her face flushed, cheeks streaked with tears. “I don’t wanna be ill. I hate you.”

“Me?” Frank chuckled.

“Yes, you. You gave this to me.”

“Well, actually, I think I gave it to Alex. Who likely gave it to you.”

“Exactly, you infected him and he infected me.”

“If we’re playing the blame game, then Mary is totally ‘Patient Zero’.”

Fliss looked at him, swallowing, before she moved him out of the way and retched again, only this time nothing much came up on account of her stomach being empty.

“I need water.” She mumbled.

“Okay, you want me to fetch you some here or are you done?”

“I’m done, for the time being. I think.” She sighed and Frank stood, pulling her to her feet. He waited whilst she splashed cold water on her face and rinsed her mouth out before he gently scooped his arm round her as she slowly walked into the hallway, stumbling a little as she went. Not wanting her to fall and add a concussion to the mix, Frank easily swept her up into his arms, bridal style and she groaned.

“I’m not dying.”

“Well, you looked you were going to fall so, suck it up, Buttercup.” He shrugged, depositing her back on the couch before he made his way to the fridge. He came back with a bottle of water and unscrewed the lid before passing it to her. She took a large gulp, her face pale before she gave an exhausted sigh, the back of her forearm wiping at her forehead.

“Is it warm in here?” She frowned and Frank shook his head.

“The Air-Con is at normal temp. You’re running a slight fever, same as us.”

“Fantastic.” Fliss groaned, flopping down and stretching out beside him, laying her head in his lap.

“Well in my eyes you’ve always been hot.” Frank joked lamely, as his fingers gently ran down her neck and back, the same way she’d comforted him the previous day. She shook her head, scoffing at his lame joke.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Calling it how I see it, Lissy.” He chuckled, his hand gently brushing down the side of her face. “Try and get some rest, Sweetheart. You’ll feel better when you’ve slept, I promise.”

They sat in silence, eyes trained on the TV and when Alex woke a short while later, Frank glanced down to see Fliss had fallen asleep. Reaching for a pillow he gently moved her head, propping it up on the cushion, a soft sigh escaping him. She’d spent pretty much the entire last week taking care of them, it was certainly time to repay the favour.

“You gonna be quiet so you don’t disturb Momma?” He spoke in a hushed voice to Alex once he’d changed his diaper and carried him back downstairs. Alex made a little noise in response, a garble of sounds that sounded a little like 'Mama' when Frank thought about it. He had no doubt in his mind that the baby would be speaking sooner rather than later.

“Yeah, Mama.” Frank nodded as he opened the door to the family room. Fliss was still fast asleep and thankfully, Alex seemed content once he’d seen her to be distracted by Fred, who sauntered over towards him as he sat on the rug, his tail swishing in Alex’s face making him laugh as he went to grab it. Fred scooted off and Frank spoke, his voice low.

“Alex, no. We don’t pull tails.”

Alex looked at him before he gave a giggle and spun quickly onto all fours and shot after the animal as fast as he could crawl. With a roll of his eyes, Frank headed after him and grabbed the back of his t-shirt, lifting him up. Alex’s cackles rang around the room and despite himself, Frank chuckled as well as he spun the baby to face him, holding him at arm’s length.

“You’re a menace, you know that?” He arched his eyebrow as he brought him back down to press a kiss to his cheek, before he extended his arms again, once more bringing him back towards him, more giggles bursting from Alex’s mouth as he continued to repeat the playful motion. “Cute, but a total menace.”

When Frank held Alex above him for a fourth time, it wasn’t a giggle that burst from the tot’s mouth. It was a steady stream of banana and rye barf which hit Frank straight in the face.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.” Frank grimaced, wiping his face on his shoulder, before he turned to look at Alex who grinned at him. “Thanks a lot, pal.”

**** Chapter 27

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Halloween Prank Gone Wrong | Luke Patterson

Request: hi! firstly i love your series & imagines! they are so wonderful! <3 okay secondly can i request a luke patterson x reader where reader is friends with julie and it’s Halloween so Julie decides to prank reader with an ouija board and has the boys behind everything but reader can see them? sorry if this doesn’t make sense ):

Pairing: Luke Patterson x reader, JATP x reader, Julie x Flynn x Reader

Warnings: Use of OUIJA board

Words: 2,239

Songs used: Time Warp - Glee Cast Version

Y/N: Your name Y/L/N: Your last name Y/M/N: Your mother’s name

You and Julie have been friends since you were both in diapers, along with Carrie. The three of you used to be inseparable, and then even Flynn joined your Squad in Middle School. People used to call you the Los Feliz Four. Then came the worst year of your squad’s year. Julie lost her mom and with it, her love and connection to music, one of the many things that connected the Los Feliz Four. Carrie stopped hanging out with Julie after a humongous fight, and when Flynn picks Julie’s side, you’re stuck between the two fires. You love Julie with all your heart and help her wherever she needs it, but you also still hang out every now and then with Carrie. Though the drama in Dirty Candy sometimes gets a little much.

On the day of the spirit assembly, you’re on the sidelines, cheering on Dirty Candy and Julie herself when she takes her spot behind the keyboard, starting a song you don’t know. Her voice echoes through the gym, capturing every student’s attention. Even more so when a band flashes onto the stage, joining her into the song. You have to blink a couple of times, to make sure you’re really seeing things correctly. These are three of four boys from Sunset Curve. Your mother used to be the biggest fan of their music back in the 90’s and showed you all of their work. She even told you about Bobby, who now goes by the name of Trevor Wilson and how he used to be part of the band as well. You never told Carrie what you knew. But seeing the boys up there, knowing they died, only means one thing. These are ghosts. The ghosts of a 90’s band. You can’t help but jam along with them, though the song is completely unfamiliar to you. And, once the song is over, you can still see the boys on the side of the stage, talking amongst each other whilst Julie explains the hologram-thing. You witness the dark-haired boy run up the steps and shake his booty, checking if no one can see them. You’re somewhere at the back of the crowd, hidden behind the tallest guy in your class. He can’t see you, but you can see him. You have to ask Julie what’s going on. There needs to be an explanation to this. You don’t know how to tell her you know. It might be weird to just go up there and tell her ‘hey! I know about your ghost band!’. Besides, how fun would it be to know about her secret and catch her in each lie she comes up with as an excuse for their behavior? You hold it out until October. Halloween, to be exact. It’s been hard, trying to keep this from Julie, but it has been fun seeing the boys squirm whenever you looked straight into their eyes as if you could see them. The hardest part was trying not to laugh whenever they said something dumb or funny, but you just about managed. You managed enough for Julie to believe you didn’t know about her ghost band and to come up with a scheme to prank you this Halloween. You didn’t know, at first, since she just asked to hang out on Halloween, watch some horror films and just enjoy the holiday you both loved so much, along with Flynn. The three of you had decided to dress up for your little get together. Dressed as Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls, you make your way to Julie’s garage. To no surprise, finding the boys there too, along with Flynn -- dressed as Buttercup -- and Julie -- dressed as Blossom. “Hey,” you greet as your eyes land on the Ouija Board, surrounded by dozens of candles. “Playing a game, are we?” You already have a hunch what’s going to happen, but decide to play along anyway. “Yes! No better moment than Halloween to break this bad boy out, right?” Flynn exclaims as she sits down on the floor at the coffee table where Julie had set up the board. “Sure,” you agree with a shrug before taking a red cup from Julie. She’d gone all out with decorating the studio with cobwebs and pumpkins and skeletons. She really went to town, even on the beverages and snacks. All of them Halloween-themed. “Are we ready?” Julie asks ominously whilst sitting down next to Flynn and extending her arms, so they’re resting on the plaque in the middle of the board. You bite your bottom lip, trying your hardest not to start laughing at your best friends, and sit down with them. The three boys surround you, placing their hands onto the plaque at the same time you and Flynn do. “It’s really important you keep your hands on the plaque at all times,” Julie warns you and Flynn. It’s really hard to concentrate on the board and not on the extremely cute guy on the opposite side of the table, staring at you with a grin on his face. “Let’s do this,” you state, your eyes flicking from Julie to Flynn, stopping briefly at the lead singer of Sunset Curve. You catch a flicker of confusion in his eyes, but decide to ignore it and focus on Julie and Flynn for now. “O Fortuna, Velut luna, Statu variabilis, Semper crescis, Aut decrescis; Vita detestabilis.” You furrow your eyebrows at Julie’s sudden outburst in Latin. You don’t need much to recognize it though. That’s from O Fortuna by Carmina Burana. The most famous choral number in existence. You feel a little offended Julie thinks you wouldn’t know that. “Are you ghosts out there?” she asks in a menacing voice, trying to build up the tension. You can feel the boy next to you go through you with his shoulder as he pushes against the plaque to slide it over to the ‘yes’. You press your lips together to keep you from laughter, your eyes widening in fake shock. “Who are you?” you ask as you look into the lead singer's eyes, pretending to look ahead into the abyss. The boy now leans forward and starts moving the plaque to the L, then U-K-E. You glance at Julie and Flynn, who exchange glances too. “Were you in a band?” Luke’s eyes widen at this, frantically glancing at his best friends in need of help. The blond one, who’s sitting next to Flynn, cocks his head to the stereo before getting up from his spot and moving to the corner. He presses the play button, a song you recognize as Now or Never by their very own band. You nod your head, impressed by the lengths these boys are going to keep up this prank. “Hey, Luke,” you’re still looking at him instead of Julie or Flynn. “Are your bandmates here too?” “Bro, she knows,” Luke scoffs, which makes you burst out laughing. You can’t handle it anymore. The disappointment in Luke’s face is just too much. “I’m sorry guys, but I can literally see you…” you tell the three guys, leaving them and your two best friends in complete and utter shock, laced with a bit of disgruntlement over their prank failing. “My mother used to be a really big fan of yours. She showed me all of your music and told me about Bobby-slash-Trevor.” Julie’s head snaps up at this. “You knew?” she asks, eyes wide and bewildered at this new information. “Yeah, I never told you or Carrie because one, I didn’t think it mattered, and two, there must be a reason why Bobby hasn’t told his own daughter about his past band.” You shrug, letting your eyes dart over to the boys again. They’re all sat on the floor, frozen in shock. “How do you see us?” the darker-haired boy with the rosy cheeks asks. “I guess my mother being such a fan of Sunset Curve gives me a connection to all of you?” you offer them your best guess. Luke’s eyes widen, clearly realizing something as he gets up from the floor to start pacing the garage. “What’s her name?” he asks, remembering one girl he had a real connection with. “Y/M/N.” He visibly swallows a lump in his throat, and scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah… Let’s say I know her very well…” Your mind immediately jumps to a conclusion that leaves you a little weirded out. “Remember that one girl our age at the book club we played at?” He directs this question to the boys. “Right! She was the daughter of the hostess!” the brunette, who you’re guessing is Reggie by the way he expresses himself, remembers. “No, you didn’t!” His eyes widen at the sudden realization, he then turns to you. “You’re her daughter?!” You nod your head slowly, trying to comprehend what’s happening. “It doesn’t matter who Luke had a special connection with,” Julie interrupts, “Why didn’t you say anything? It killed me not telling you!” You shrug your shoulders. “I guess I thought it would’ve been weird to just come up to you and say ‘yo, Jules, I can see your ghost band!’ Besides, it was fun seeing these boys squirm whenever I looked at them a little too long.” Your lip turns upwards on one side. “I knew you saw me!” The blonde guy narrows his eyes at you. So, that must be Drama Queen Alex… “Can we just drop it and enjoy the rest of our night together?” you exclaim, raising your hands in defense for ever lying to your best friends. “I heard…” you start, glancing at all three of the boys, “You guys are very good at jamming whatever song is thrown at you.” “Yes! Please! Sing! So I’m not the only one not seeing you!” Flynn groans in frustration, walking through Luke, not realizing he’d gotten up from his seat earlier. “I just stepped through someone, didn’t I?” Julie and you simply nod your head, amused smiles stifled. Luke and Reggie grab their instruments whilst Alex makes his way behind his drum kit. “Y’all know Time Warp, from the Rocky Horror Picture Show?” you ask. As an answer, Alex counts all of you in before the band starts playing and Luke’s voice fills the studio. “It's astounding, time is fleeting Madness takes its toll But listen closely,” You, having received a microphone from Julie, walk over to the lead singer your mother had a fling with once -- apparently -- and chime into the song. “Not for very much longer” “I've got to keep control” He shoots you a wink before changing to his head voice to go into the chorus. “I remember doing the time warp Drinking those moments when The blackness would hit me And the void would be calling” Then, all of you join into the post-chorus together, singing at the top of your lungs. “Let's do the time warp again Let's do the time warp again” Reggie then takes the next part whilst all three girls do the choreography from the musical, and alternating lines with Reggie. “It's just a jump to the left” “And then a step to the right” “put your hands on your hips” “You bring your knees in tight But it's the pelvic thrust That really drives you insane Let's do the time warp again! Let's do the time warp again!” You dance your way to Reggie whilst taking the next verse, all while Julie’s behind the keyboard, getting some melodic notes into the jam. “It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me So you can't see me, no not at all In another dimension, with voyeuristic intentions Well-secluded, I see all” Reggie looks into your eyes as he uses his best seductive voice to sing the next line. “With a bit of a mind flip” And then you imitate that tone on your next line. “You're into the time slip” “And nothing can ever be the same” Flynn then takes the next line, dancing in front of Alex’s drum kit, facing him with a wide smile on her face. She’s glad she can see the boys now too. It makes her feel a little less left out. “You're spaced out on sensation” Alex then sings one line before the rest of you join in again for the chorus. “Like you're under sedation” “Let's do the time warp again! Let's do the time warp again!” “It's just a jump to the left” “And then a step to the right” “put your hands on your hips” “You bring your knees in tight But it's the pelvic thrust That really drives you insane Let's do the time warp again! Let's do the time warp again!” The boys play their last chords or hit their last cymbals while Julie plays her last note. All six of you giggling like crazy, oozing happiness and contentment. This is probably the craziest and most fun you’d ever had on Halloween. “Oh, man!” Flynn whines, a pout on her face. You don’t know why at first, but then remember she can’t see the boys like you and Julie can, which sends all of you into a fit of laughter. If your life is going to be this fun and crazy with these boys in your life, you’d never want to die. Or maybe you would, if that meant spending even more time with them.

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