#didn't planed to update so quickly but things happen

[eimids]

Mastermind part 3

Sorry I've been gone for a while but I'm back!! Don't know if I'll update and write as often as I did before but I'll try my best

Warnings: angst at the start but the fluffff and happy ending finally

Ingrid and Mapi had taken you to their apartment. They treated you sweetly and cuddled you to sleep.

Meanwhile Lucy was freaking out. She didn’t know why she had done any of what she did to you. Her actions were horrible and she hated herself for them. She couldn’t even make sure that you got to your hotel safely because she didn’t have your number. She couldn’t just call and apologize.

She was afraid of committing to a person. It was hard for her to love someone and show that so she did what she thought was the best thing to do. She just kicked you out.

She called Mapi soon to check with her if she knew where you were, luckily she got answer that you were safe at their house. Lucy was relieved that at lest you were safe. She still hated herself for what she did. She should have never done what she did and she made it her mission to apologize to you profusely. She was actually interested in you since the day she saw you and she didn't want you to be a one night stand. She wanted to take you on a date and treat like you deserved to be treated.

Ingrid and Mapi were furious. They were angry at their friend and fellow teammate for doing that to you. When Lucy tried to call then so she could talk to you, they refused.

"Please I just want to apologize to her, I never should have done it" Lucy pleaded to Ingrid.

"And yet you still did it. You threw her out in the middle of the night in the streets of Barca. You know that that is not safe and something really bad could have happened" Ingrid answered angrily. She didn't want for you to get hurt.

This went on for a while until you hopped back on a plane and to Norway back to your family and friends. You wanted to forget about Lucy and to never talk to her again but it was hard. You actually had a nice time with her during the engagement party and conversations with her felt easy. The fact that quickly after you got back to Norway Lucy followed you on Instagram. She wanted to talk to you in some way.

One day you got a DM.

Lucybronze:

Hi y/n, I just want to say that I apologize for everything I did. It was so wrong for me to just throw you out in the middle of the night and I want to do anything I can to make up for that. If you let me try again that would be amazing but I understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I'm so sorry..

You saw the message almost immediately but took your time to answer to her because you didn't know how to answer. You didn't want to talk to her ever again but you truly wanted to believe that she could be better. You wanted to feel like she appreciated you as a person. Not just a body that she could fuck and dump out.

After three days you finally answered. Lucy had lost hope at that point. She just assumed that you would contact her back.

Yourinstagram:

Hi Luce. I've taken some time to think about all this and I'm definitely not accepting what you did but you are in y mind constantly. I'm not shutting you down but if we continue talking it's going to be with my terms. Things are gonna go slowly. Here's my number so you can contact me easier: 123 4567890

Lucy's heart jumped when she saw notification from you. She had fully lost her hopes but they were back up after reading your text. She even got your number. She was like a teenager jumping with joy. She couldn't handle her excitement. She knew she had to do this right to win you back. She wanted to make a full 180 from how she treated you before.

You and Lucy started talking through texts. Soon it became calls and then Facetimes. It took a while for you to trust her but conversations with her felt right. She never asked you anything you weren't comfortable with and never suggested anything towards wanting anything else than just to talk to you.

Lucy would send you good night messages and make sure you were okay during the day. You were happy with how things were going.

It took you half a year before you asked to see her in person. During that time Lucy never pushed. She would send you flowers all the way from Barca. You were basically a couple but without anyone knowing.

After you finally asked to see her, Lucy hopped on the first flight she found and was on her way to see you. She was nervous. She wanted to do it right this time, wanted to make you feel loved and cared for.

When she arrived at your apartment she had flowers in her hands. She knew that this was her only chance to do this right.

"Hi Luce" You said with a shy smile. It was weird seeing her in person. The last time had been a nightmare.

"Hi beautiful" She gave you a shy smile back.

You welcomed her to inside and sat her down. It was a bit awkward at first but soon you fell into a nice conversation. You wanted to avoid the conversation hat you knew needed to happen. You had talked about it before but it was different face to face.

"Y/n I know that you have forgiven me but I haven't forgiven myself. I will do anything and everything to make it up to you I promise" Lucy started.

You sat next to her and hugged her. You needed to be close to her.

"Just never do it again" You whispered in her neck while burying your head there.

"If it's okay I want to do something I never got to do that day back in Barca" Lucy started

"Mhmm?" You asked.

"I never gave you any aftercare and I know it's way too late but I just want to show you how much I care" She said to you.

You could have started crying at her words. You truly felt like Lucy cared and you loved it. That night she made you feel like a princess. Cuddling you to sleep and making you food. Watching movies with you and just appreciating you.

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So this is kinda short but what ever

#woso community #woso fanfics #wlw post #woso x reader #lucy bronze #angst #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine

[monikashinswife]

Hiiiiiiiii! So i love all your monika fanfics!!! Pls tell me there are still more to come!!!

But I would like to make a request for a fanfic of Hyowon 😭 pls im so deprived of her! Like the fem reader is an actress in hollywood but staying with Hyowon in korea and she goes on an instagram live and everyone is surprised. It also shows how sweet, caring, thoughtful and overprotective lip j is towards the reader.

Thank you so muuuuuch!!!

"The Korean"

(Lip J x Hollywood Actress! Reader)

・❥・time for our Sooni! been dropping few updates cause I think I'm gonna be inactive because school's starting again. Anygays, enjoy darlings!<3 Request inbox is open anytime<33 ⋆ ★

Flashes of the cameras and the overwhelming voices of the paparazzis triggers me, but like always. I have nothing to do. They are doing their job. But why is their job this horrible?

I understand that when you are a well known name. Paparazzis will follow, but doesn't make it less comfortable. They are still invading someone's personal space.

Fortunately, I got along with some of them. But it doesn't mean that this doesn't bother me. Just then, one of the paparazzi asked while I am walking towards the entrance of the airport.

"Where are you going? Are you gonna film another project?" He asked quickly. And I answered them robotically but still politely as I try to squeeze myself through many paparazzis.

I thank the guards for helping me. As much as I love being an actress. It's still very overwhelming especially now that I just finished another film that had me mentally challenged.

Going to South Korea would be my rest and escape. That country became my second home when Hyo Won took me there few years ago.

It became my home because it was hers. And because she is there.

I quickly became overwhelmed and noticed myself tearing up because of what just happened. I didn't know how I got to the plane but I'm glad I did. I sigh in relief as I look at the mesmerizing sight.

In order to distract myself I decided to read my book for a while. I was so immersed with the story that I forgot to message Sooni before we boarded. I figured that I'll do it when the plane landed.

I took some photos and continued reading the book that Hyo Won gave to me. I can already feel the stress leaving, I got so invested to the story that the flight felt like a few minutes.

Before I knew it, I'm already in Korea. I smiled as I walk to the airport with my suitcases and phone in hand. I decided to post some pics for my fans.

I continued walking after I posted, trying to find somewhere to eat before I messaged her that I'm already at the airport. But Sooni knows what time my arrival so she'd be here soon.

"Honey!" My head almost snapped because of how quickly I turned around when I heard her voice. "Sooni!" I giggled when I saw her running towards me. I immediately open my arms to be hugged by her.

"I missed you so much." I mumbled against her neck. She rubbed my back while kissing my hair. "I know, but you're here now." She comforted me softly. I nodded against her before parting our bodies.

"Let's go?" She urge softly when she noticed people recognizing us. I nodded and she helped me with my luggage. She drove us to her apartment, during the car ride, I was quite worried because of the silence.

It was comfortable yes, but my mind's making me think things. "Hey... you alright?" She must've noticed my internal battle. She put her free hand on my thigh, caressing it to bring comfort.

"Hmm?" I snap out of my thoughts to look at her concerned eyes for a moment. I hold her hand and bring it to my lips to assure her that I'm fine.

We reached her house. And she helped me get settled. She toured me around first, "where's the guest room honey?" I asked, I noticed her change of emotion.

"Here." She lead me to the room, opening the door for me. "Here's the guest room." I carefully watch her, noting how her voice suddenly sounded so distraught.

I chuckled before wrapping my arms around her neck. She tried to avoid my eyes by looking everywhere, "What's wrong?" she reluctantly turned to look at my doe eyes.

"It's just that-" she stopped herself, but I urge her by bringing my hand to cup her cheek. "I don't want you to sleep here." She hides her face in embarrassment.

"Just say you miss me." She tried to get away from me when I teased her. But before she could go anywhere, I hug her from the back.

"Stop~" annoyance can be heard in her voice, "Aigoo~ you baby" I make her turn around while my arms are still around hers. I missed this so much.

"I asked because I wanna know where I'll put my things." I explained and that made her loosen up before smiling widely.

"Ok!" She avoided me once again by taking care of my things. I laugh as I watch her set my things quickly and dragged me out of the guest room.

The entire day was spent really nicely, we cuddled on her couch and catch up on things and made plans for tomorrow.

I am laying on our shared bed, casually browsing through my phone. I knew that it was probably not a good idea to scroll through comments. But I did, I scroll to the comments on my latest post.

Luckily, it was all good. Fans are saying that they missed me already and and I thought it would be a good idea to go live for a quick update.

"Oh hi everyone." I wave my hand as I was trying to find a comfortable and nice position so I could record myself properly.

"How's everyone?" I read the comments, and they did not disappoint like always. They are so dear to me.

"Flight's good, some problems with going to the airport though." I updated them enthusiastically. I interacted with them. Joking and asking them things and vice versa.

"How's the korean?" I read out loud without thinking, I laughed as I realized the question. "It's been great." I answered carefully. I didn't even noticed Sooni entering the room. Not until she laid on top of me, her lower body on the bed and her arms wrapped around me.

She rested her chin on my chest while looking at me lovingly. Thinking that I'm talking to my friend. In instinct I played with her hair while reading the comments.

She adjusted and buried her face on my neck for a moment. I put the phone down when she reach for my lips. I cup her face our lips dance against each other passionately.

We made out, missing moments like this because it's really been a while. "Are you live?" She asked when we parted. I nodded and reached for my phone. The comments going wild because of our interaction.

"I'm screen recording"

"Did anyone heard the sounds? Or it's just me👀"

" the Korean is doing really great~"

We read the comments and look at each other with straight faces before bursting out of laughter. "That's gonna be my new nickname" Sooni said, shaking her head in fake sadness before burying her face on my neck again.

"My poor Sooni." I purred, teasing her. I constantly teased her during the live. We're both answering questions while Hyo Won is feeding me.

She casually fed me while I answered the questions that is directed to me enthusiastically. Hyo Won expresses her love through actions.

We took turns feeding each other, we talked with the fans. Even taking turn holding the camera, but when she noticed how it's hard to find a stable angle.

"Let me, love" she ask for the phone, then she took a tripod so it's less hassle. I am watching her endearingly as she sets up the phone.

Once it's done, she went back to her place. She's behind me. Her chin on my shoulder while her hands are wrap around me.

We continue the live like that. The fans took note of everything. For sure this would go big and some of them approving and accepting our relationship.

They were shocked because of the different sides of us are revealed. And they were the ones to witness it raw. They realize how both of us are being ourselves with each other and are happy that we are happy.

𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪

(not proofread and sorry for the ending. I am sleepy already)

#street woman fighter 2 #prowdmon #street woman fighter x reader #swf x reader #swf imagine #street woman fighter 1 #mannequeen #swf2 x reader #lip j #hyo won #wacking #lip j x reader #sooni x reader #jo hyo won x reader #lgbtq #sooni #jo hyo won

[wildissylupus]

here was my theory on the timeline

In Eichenwalde, Reinhardt didn't listen. He kept rushing in. He lost an eye and everyone died. He left that battlefield believing it was because none of them were strong enough.

Adhabu Ngumi, seeing the Overwatch group lacked anyone big and strong, decided to join them once he took care of the Omnic Crisis in Africa.

Torbjörn died on that mission in Istanbul. Angela took this personally, and Brigitte grew up despising Overwatch for failing to save him

The Hashimoto clan hired Reinhardt to help kill the Shimada clan. They kept Hanzo and cast Genji adrift, putting him in a ship to Australia. They also trained Kiriko.

Satya was on a plane that crashed over Australia. She used what hardlight tech she had left and became a high ranking Junker, as did her new armored ninja friend.

Overwatch was unable to help in Canada, leaving Sojourn embittered and vengeful.

Adhabu found the young Akande Ogundimu, and trained the boy to be his successor, having saved him from his potential attacked Akinjide Adeyemi. Akande quickly became a powerful force of good for Overwatch.

Cassidy never ended up with Deadlock. Instead, in Mexico, Overwatch found a young Sombra, and took her in.

Angela and Tracer both joined Blackwatch, tired of the Overwatch's incompetence. Unfortunately, Gabriel was a harsh boss, no one ever being enough to help him, Tracer too weak and Angela too merciful.

Talon captured Ana instead of Amelie, gaining a deadly sniper. In turn, Amelie stepped up after Ana killed Gèrard and took her eye.

Zenyatta went with Ramattra that day. His face was damaged, leading him to use a new face with a singular eye.

Without a hacker to cover his tracks, Mauga quickly brought Baptiste back to Talon, where they brainwashed him into the elite assassin Scorpion.

When Overwatch fell, Angela made sure Gabriel didn't make it without issue, leaving him hospitalized in a coma. She and Tracer joined Talon, who had also employed Reinhardt, Brigitte, and Sojourn, as well as a reprogrammed and upgraded Bastion unit. Angela quickly took over Talon, showing no mercy, now leading the terrorist organization fueled by Vengeance.

Ok this, is amazaing, it makes sense and I'm honestly already invested in a story like this. It's a really good concept for a general Reverse or "What if" universe.

The shitty thing is the only character in that timeline that actually fits the concept of a mirror universe is Reinhardt. I'm gonna be honest and also say the Doomfist one is also highly likely cause sometimes in a mirror universe some minor characters do stay the same so the story makes sense.

I'm probably going to make my own timeline for this universe at some point but I'm going to wait for the game mode for this event to come out cause I know damn well that there is going to be interactions for that.

But for now I'll share what we can guess and what is confirmed about this universe.

Ana most likely shot out Amelie's eye in this universe, either it was an assassination attempt pre Amelie joining OW or it was after Amelie joined. However there is another explanation for Amelie's eye.

Amelie's eye could also be a stand in for Moira's experimentation in this universe, as Amelie's other eye is still yellow when they are originally a black/brown, and the scare on her chibi spray is more similar to either a slashing scar or a surgical scar.

Tracer killed Ramattra in this universe, meaning the Alive cinematic still happened. It also means that, most likely, Mondatta and Zenyatta run Null Sector.

Echo's Stealth/Camo skin seems to be her MW skin as new voice lines have been added. That and the addition of a Talon Athena implies that Mina Liao joined Talon.

That's all I can say for now cause I don't have the skins (yet) and no one posts anything apparently, but I'll post updates as soon as I can.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #mirrorwatch #analysis

[kitkatt0430]

For the AU headcanon game, AU in which Savitar is someone other than Barry? 👀

So I do remember various theories about Savitar's identity and one of them was Eddie. Which... I did not like that theory, so I'm not gonna go that way.

If it was someone the team knew already, then Eobard is the obvious candidate. In the comics, he's made himself look like Barry a few different ways and so there could be a convoluted plot going on that way, but... they've had enough Eobard Thawne as the bad guy on the show, I wanna speculate on someone new.

So the comics Savitar - New Earth version - was a Cold War pilot whose real identity was never discovered. While at top speed in his fighter plane, he was struck by lightning and survived the crash in hostile territory. This could be updated to him being an air force test pilot for an experimental craft using Dominator tech - foreshadowing the Dominator attack xover event later that season - that gets struck by lightning mid test. The test is classed a failure and the craft is unrecoverable - the man who becomes Savitar is assumed dead but of course he isn't.

Savitar therefor isn't obsessed with killing Iris - his existence doesn't depend on her. Instead perhaps Iris' investigation into Savitar's origins puts her in danger as he doesn't want anyone to know who he used to be - maybe he doesn't even remember and having his identity revealed would detract from the story he's selling the cult he's been creating.

Perhaps Alchemy as a stage one/first half of season boss with Savitar being hinted at until he's revealed at the mid season finale. Savitar could still be the man behind Alchemy, with Julian being unaware that he's been brainwashed to take on the persona of Alchemy under specific triggers. To de brainwash Julian, they bring in Hartley who - in this timeline - used a hypnotic flute in addition to his gloves. Julian thus has to come to terms both with what he did under the brainwashing and with the fact that he is a meta... that it was his rejection and self-hatred over being a meta that gave Savitar the in he needed to control Julian in the first place.

Part of the season's focus is on Barry having to accept that he has no idea how much the changes to the timeline are his fault and how much is stuff that was already gonna happen and he just... didn't know things were leading that way behind the scenes.

Revealing Frost's real origins in this season. Caitlin, panicking, goes to her mom for help and things with Carla eventually unravel to the reveal of Icicle. Frost has to choose between teaming up with Icicle or siding with Caitlin's friends... and chooses Icicle. Only to quickly realize she's in over her head and she turns to Caitlin for advice. The two of them form a truce to defeat Icicle and rejoin Team Flash by surprise!!! during the final Savitar vs Flash fight at the end of the season, which would also include Jesse and Wally as well as Savitar's cult.

Savitar would definitely try to recruit Icicle and Frost into his cult, but I don't see them having any of it. Icicle has his own god complex of a sort going on and Killer Frost just doesn't like him or trust him after Caitlin's experiences with Zoom and the Reverse Flash. If you've met one evil Speedster, you've met them all.

One of the things I did like about show!Savitar was that he was a fallen hero - I'm a Tales game series fan, i love fallen heroes as villains, that's basically the main villain of every Tales game and I eat it up every time. So I think part of the investigation into Savitar would be the reveal that he was a highly decorated hero and he saved a lot of lives. That's why he was tapped for the project. But after being essentially left for dead and his amnesia, Savitar grew to feel he was owed the accolades and devotion and it all warped into the god complex he has now. Forcing him to face his past isn't exactly a tomato in the mirror moment but he's torn between horror over who he's become and his desire for security and safety through the power he's accumulated.

#thanks for asking :D #kitkatt0430 answers #the flash #au headcanon game #fic ideas #season 3 au #savitar au

[lovejosephquinn]

Worlds Change When Eyes Meet - Joseph Quinn x Reader, Part 3

Ok so it’s safe to admit I had half of this part written last night on my laptop, so I threw the rest together tonight. I know I keep saying it, but I’m so overwhelmed by the love. Thank you ALL so much! Here’s part 3!

Tag Requests: @sadbitchfangirl

Summary: It’s time for the London & Film Comic Con, you’re surprising your niece for her birthday by taking her to meet & greet with Joseph Quinn. It doesn’t turn out to be just a meet. Is this love at first sight for you both? Or is it all just some stupid crush.

Warnings: some angst, mild smut and the worst fluff you can possibly imagine, sorry our boys just too sickeningly cute

Word Count: 4.6k

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

You sit up suddenly in the middle of the night, your chest heaving violently. A nightmare, one that makes everything feel so god damn real. You wipe the sweat off of your forehead, clenching your face into your quilt. The nightmare was of course, him. How could he be involved in such a horrible thing? It will of definitely had something to do with the day before, the craziness that happened so quickly. You turn to tap your phone at the side of you, revealing '4:17am'. No notifications, just an update required for your phone. No. Dozens of thoughts running across your brain. What time is it in America? Has Joe landed there yet? Has he gotten there safely? Does he really want you after all of that? Of course he does, right? You settle back down, staring at the dark, empty ceiling. You don't want to return back to your sleepless state just in case he calls, just in case he messages. Counting sheep is the worst idea, so you just ponder your thoughts. Dangerous, yes. What if he's really done with you before it even started?

You must have fallen asleep at some point, you wake to the sound of chirping birds and sunlight beaming down through your window, poking you in the eye ever so slightly. Turning over, again tapping your phone. Nothing. Nothing at all. It's now 9:00am. Your heart drops, your stomach once filled with butterflies is purely empty. He's gone and it hits you. You sob like a baby. Crying into your pillow, staining them with your tears. "I miss you." you whisper lightly to your phone, staring silently at the picture of you and Joe on the screen.

A couple of days have passed, all you have done is mope around the house in your own filth. You've still not heard a thing from Joe. In what world is this okay? You've now become angry. The feeling of upset is still there but there's more a broken and gut wrenching sensation going on in your body. How could he have never called or even messaged you to at least tell you he's okay? All of these stupid questions which lead to stupid thoughts and pointless answers roam your mind. All of a sudden, your phone buzzes. Oh. It's your sister, you decide to answer anyway. "Y/N? Are you alright? Haven't heard from you in days... what's going on?" you sigh which also appears to be a silent scream. "Yeah, I-I think so. I have some stuff I need to talk to you about." She sounds curious and determined to find out yet worried in the same breath. "Okay... I'm ready when you are." she waits. You spill everything, right from the beginning to your first meeting with him at Comic Con, to your photographs, to your niece and him teasing you on the brick wall outside. To you giving him your number. To the texts, sparing no detail of what was said. To the private date or whatever you could call it at your place, to going out for dinner and dancing with Joe on the balcony of his apartment. To the sweet endless nothings and kisses you were given. To the fans you saw going mad about you right to the very finish of him disappearing to America and you walking out on him.

She was speechless, it was safe to say. "Well, uh, bloody hell Y/N, I never expected that, so you haven't heard from him since?" You shake your head, not like she can see you. "No... He didn't reply to my voicemail, which I sent whilst he was on the plane. What do I do? It's not as if I can go and find him right? He mentioned the state he's going to but it's a big place sis, not like the UK." she let out a giggle. Now's not the time for laughter, you're pouring your heart out to your sister and all she can do is laugh at your misfortune, bitch. "Go and find him, you idiot. Surely you can get in touch with someone he knows? Has he mentioned anyone... at all?" You sigh again, you're doing a lot of that lately. "No. I'll wait till he's back, I'll show up at his place and I'll get an answer then. I've waited all my life to find a man like him, I can wait a few weeks, surely..." the call ends abruptly when your sister's husband shouts her down for dinner. "Gotta go, keep yourself busy and things will work themselves out."

You do as you said, you wait. You get yourself back into a routine. Back to your 9-5 job, the one you love to hate. You visit your sister and your niece every now and then. Go out with your friends. Do all of the stuff you did before you met Joe. You start to forget the heartbreak after 3 weeks, he's made no attempt to contact you in anyway. You've seen photos and videos of him all over TikTok which you ultimately hate to see. Knowing he's okay and safe is the only positive thing that runs through your mind when you see them. The other thought is sticking your middle finger at your phone but then feeling guilty after because he is pretty fucking adorable.

A month has passed. It's a wild Friday night, you're exhausted from the week at work and you lay on your sofa with a bowl of popcorn, ready for the weekend. Your phone buzzes. You ignore it whilst you aimlessly scroll through Netflix. You find a rom-com you've seen multiple handfuls of times. Your phone buzzes again. "Oh what do you want now, sis." You fully expected it to be her, she's done a lot of worrying about you this last few weeks. You yell an unintelligible sound out loud as you lean to your phone. You freeze as you read the name 'Joe'. He's calling you. You answer and stay as silent as possible, dragging the phone to your ear.

"Hello?" You say nothing.

"Y/N, are you there?"

You sigh yet another heavy sigh.

"I-I'm back home. I got your voicemail when I landed. I messaged you a million times, why haven't you been answering? I thought you wanted to talk..." his voice was so low and so grew with concern.

You furrow your brow. "You got my voicemail Joe; you never messaged me once. Don't sound too disheartened."

"Are you at home?" You nod. Why are you such a moron, these people can't see your movement through the phone. "Yeah."

He hangs up unexpectedly. What. The. Fuck? You try calling him back, no answer. You call him again, no answer. You throw your phone in anger to the other side of the room which knocks to your wall and falls on the floor. You throw your cushion onto your face and squeal into it. You decide to go for a shower, the movie can play, you're not in the mood to watch people fall in love anyway. Stepping out of the shower and drying yourself off. You hear banging at the door. Not just a knock, a loud bang. You slowly step out into the living room and open slowly, the chain attached to the door so it won't open fully. There he stands, wet through from the vile weather outside. It's really him, it's Joe. "Let me in please, love. Can we please talk?" you clutch to your towel wrapped around you. "There's nothing to talk about, Joe. You never messaged me, you didn't even care to call, you just fucking hung up on me. I had to endure seeing you through a fucking social media app with your precious fans." He looks to the floor, not taking his eyes off of it, not raising his voice but staying calm, cool and collected as he always seems to be. "5 minutes of your time, please. Then if you want me to, I will leave, I promise."

You unlatch the chain and step to the side, gesturing him to come through. He sits down immediately on your sofa, taking in every inch of you stood there in your towel with your sodden hair, similar to his from the rain. "I did message you, several times Y/N." He begins. "My phone wouldn't connect to any of the UK numbers in my phone. I couldn't do a thing about it, I was panicking the whole time because I couldn't reach you. I am so sorry. The hanging up was a sudden move, I decided I needed to come here to show you... Here, please look if you don't believe me." He offers you his phone already opened to your messages and there they are. A months worth of messages, unsent, undelivered and unread. A single tear drops down from you and your lips tremble. He really did try his best. "I missed you so much and there was nothing I could do about it. I hate the way we left it, I regret leaving the day I did, I wish I'd told my agent to stuff it when he called that day. The way I saw it break your heart - that was never my intention..." He stands and moves closer to you, at least 6 inches to your face when you push your phone back to his chest. He takes it and throws it back to the sofa, not taking his eyes off of you in the process. Your now swollen eyes stare into his longing dark brown doe eyes, searching into his soul for where this is going next. You say nothing but your eyes tell the whole story. You want him, you need him, who are you even trying to fool? You whole heartedly believe him and what he's shown you. Joe swallows hard, obviously fighting back the tears himself. "Meeting you was the best thing to happen to me in a while, princess. I-I don't want to lose what we've started, I want to give you everything and only make you happy. Your smile is so precious to me. I love every part of you, even your stubbornness... I..." You gesture a finger at him and run into your bedroom, throwing on whatever clothing you could find. Settling for a long-oversized jumper. You dart back out to the same position you were stood in before. "You..." you move your hand at him to continue. "I... don't want to know a world without you anymore, love. That's all."

You squeal like an excited child in your head. What is this hold he has on you? He only so much has to look at you and you're on your knees. You throw your arms around him, lifting up onto your tip toes. You kiss him and you mean it, you return every word he's just said and more into this one, long kiss. He cradles your back as you try to move away and he just pushes his lips down harder onto yours. You're a sucker for this man. "I... I... I didn't... expect... this..." He speaks through your kiss, it just forces you to smile and kiss deeper. He lifts you up as you straddle your legs around his waist, not breaking any contact with each other. He walks to the sofa with you in his arms, laying you down and slowly laying himself half down on top of you, still refusing to break his lips from yours. The kiss gets more heated and more passionate by the second, his hands gripping your jaw, stroking one of your cheeks as your hands run through his wet curls. He moves down to your jawline where his hand was, kissing slowly, moving down to your neck, sucking but kissing ever so lightly and sweetly until a moan hitches from your lips. He's found the sweet spot on your neck. He continues to kiss and roll his tongue over it, he knows it's driving you insane. Your fingers grip his hair and he lets out a slight groan of his own, the vibrations of the sound rolling down your skin, making goose bumps appear. He returns back to your lips, kissing them slower this time, more soft. Your thigh can feel the hardening bulge growing down below from his jeans and your brain is running 10 million times an hour more than normal. The butterflies have made a reappearance, as if none of this had ever happened.

He tugs at your jumper. "Get this off, I want to see you. All of you." He flutters his best puppy eyes at you. You do not say a word, but you grant his wish. You sit up and lift it over your head and lay back down, feeling his eyes burning all over you, slight embarrassment slips your cheeks as they blush but the grin on his face tells another story. "I knew you were a pretty face, but you are so god damn beautiful, princess, look at you." He removes his slowly drying shirt and moves back down onto you, kissing down your neck again and moving to your chest, kissing lightly around your collar bone and leaving feather touch kisses from his lips around your boobs. Your whole body is alive now. He kisses down your stomach and you squirm as it starts to tickle. "I love how worked up you're getting, and I haven't even done anything." He smirks right at you, this time not his normal happy little face. He's showing a whole different emotion right now, one you've never seen before. He kisses down your waist to your thighs, not wasting a cell of your skin before reaching himself back up to you, taking off his jeans and boxers in a flash and lowers himself down and into you slowly with no word of warning. You need no help; you're already wet through. Your back arches, the rest is a blur. You make love. Not sex. You make full, passionate steaming hot love. The ending is bittersweet but mind blowing.

Before you know it, you're both laying there side by side staring right into each other's eyes. He holds your hand to his chest with one hand, whilst playing with your hair with the other. "Please, let's never repeat the last few weeks again." he loses his smile for a slight second. He releases your hand and sticks out his pinkie finger. "Pinkie promise me princess, I know there'll be disagreements and let's say... heated discussions but, never that again you hear me? I'm not willing to almost lose you again" You giggle as you wrap your pinkie finger around his. "Never again Mr. Quinn, pinkie promise." He looks down at the fingers hugging each other tightly, you see him biting his bottom lip, he fucking loves it when you call him by his last name. You let go and resume your position. "It's you and me, love. I'm not waiting any longer, I'm not taking anymore chances in waiting. Be mine - for real Y/N. Please say yes." You can't even breathe at this point, your heart is exploding. "Well..." he waits for your answer for a few seconds but feels like an eternity as he imitates a cog turning in your head. "Yes. A million times yes." You are not letting this man go for anything or anyone this time, nothing can stop you now. Rough patches are bound to happen, but you know if you can get through waiting a whole month for this man whilst anger and heartbreak has fell through you, you can get through anything. The feelings have flooded back and just like that, you're his. You're his girl, for real.

The morning light seeps through your curtains and hits you square in the eyes. Slowly opening them to the strong beams of sun, a whole different scene to the violent rain bashing on the windows the night before. It was like a change in mood - the irony of it fitting yours in a way. You turn your head to gaze on the beautiful man by your side, a light sigh leaving your mouth as you realise how real this was again all of a sudden. You retrace your thoughts to last nights antics, the pain had quickly turned into long needing lust, and you had done the deed at least 3 times to which after you both passed out from utter heights of excitement and exhaustion. The endgame was that you were his and he was yours, there was no going back now. You stroked your hand along Joe's cheek down to his jawline, tracing your finger down, a widespread grin on your face. Joe kept his eyes closed but his face leaned into your touch as you saw a mirrored grin appear on his. "Good morning handsome." you whisper. He shakes his head and mumbles a distorted sound. "It's not morning if I don't open my eyes, therefore I can stay here in this moment longer." You chuckle lightly and with that, he pulls you to him, your face smothered in his chest. Oh that smell, his smell, it's phenomenal. You can hear his heart beating, you can feel his hands as they wrap into your hair whilst his fingers play with it. "I guess this means you're not going anywhere, love." he lets out a hearty giggle as your head reels, you could be content with this being your life forever. You lift yourself to his face and his eyes are still closed but his smile is beaming as though. You plant a firm peck onto his lips and Joe instantly welcomes it. "Mmm, do that again." he murmurs against you - his eyes open slowly making a beeline straight to look into yours. You obey, kissing him and lingering against him as your teeth go to bite his bottom lip. "Didn't you get enough of me last night Y/N?" he knows what he's doing, fishing for those god damn compliments. "Never Mr Quinn, I could never get enough of you." He flashes his Oscar worthy winning smile at you and can't help but crash his lips back onto yours, a slow, sleepy kiss turns into a hot, passionate one. Your tongues collide with each other, groans escape both of you, the feeling of your bodies close made the temperature of the cool room sore. The god damn effect this man had on you was insane, you were ready for him and him for you, there was no place you'd rather be.

Showering quickly and leaving Joe to his own devices, you walk out into the living space and into the kitchen to find him working his way round it. The smell of bacon hits your nostrils and the sight of the man cooking and humming a song to himself from the radio so contently. You stand there for a couple of minutes admiring the extremely pleasant view, even if it was just the back of him. "You sure know your way round here." He turns around startled and shrugs his shoulders. "It's only small, love. The stuff wasn't hard to find." A wink returns your way as he turns around to continue. You make small paces until you reach the back of him, wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning your head onto his back. "Hello." he chuckles. "Hi." you reply.

You sit down to eat with a comfortable silence to eat when all of a sudden Joe's phone doesn't stop vibrating from the table. Three missed calls and a text message pop up one after another until he gives up and opens it. "I'll be back in a second." he mutters as he excuses himself to your bedroom. You didn't want to pry but you also felt hesitant in knowing who it was and what it could be about, after all the last time his phone blew up he left and you didn't hear from him for days on end. As much as you had forgiven him and accepted it was through no fault of his own, you couldn't go through the heartbreak of him being ripped from again, at least not straight away.

Shy of 15 minutes later he saunters back towards you with a slightly lopsided smile. "Everything ok?" you offer a reassuring smile back to him. "Yeah, just got to get going soon, got a last minute shoot at the other side of London. Must admit as much as I love my agent, he doesn't half get on my nerves with these spur of the moment ideas." Your eyes shoot down to scan both of your half eaten plates of food. "It's okay, I'll find something to occupy my time until I can see you again. Duty calls Joseph Quinn." He frowns at the full name. "It's Joe to you." You give him a sassy look and he finally loosens up and laughs. "Fine, Jo.....seph." He rolls his eyes and sits back on the chair, leaning back and patting his lap for you to sit, you happily oblige.

"I'll be back to you this evening ok?" he plants a kiss onto your forehead. "Okay love." He shakes his head. "Okay love." He imitates your voice mockingly.

You decide to fill your day with your sister and niece. Taking a shopping trip in central London. No conversation was made about Joe for the time being, but your sister could see your change in mood and that was enough to understand that things were better. When you sit down for a spot of lunch at a quaint little café you decide to check your phone. Joe had sent you a photo of himself sat on the floor in a seemingly plain building making a silly and utterly quite bored face. Underneath a text that read 'Hope you're having the best day, princess. Joseph has been really busy but Joe cannot wait to come back to see you again later.' Your cheeks redden at the play on his names, Joseph is the hardworking, amazing actor people have fallen in love with, the one you met at Comic Con, but Joe - Joe is your person. Your niece glances at your phone and her eyes widen excitedly. "Eddie, oh my god, Eddie and you text!" Your sister's brow furrows. "Who's Eddie, hon?" your niece rolls her eyes. "Eddie Munson mummy, the one Y/N and me met and they flirted with each other there lots of times." Your sister glanced up to you and her mouth changed into an O shape. "Oh, that Eddie." You nod as you lean against the table putting your hand over your mouth. "Everything ok with him?" she muttered quietly. You nodded again as you felt your cheeks flushing. "More than ok." You return your sisters grin. She knew you were happy, that's all she needed. "When will I see Eddie again now that you two are basically married Y/N?" you and your sister barked a laugh at your nieces question. "I'll bring him to see you soon." Her whole face scrunched into the biggest and frightening smile you'd ever seen. "So does that mean you're on good terms since you want him to meet the family?" your sister was intrigued now. You could only nod, you solidified a promise that your niece would indefinitely see Joe again and your sister would get to meet him. Your phone rings as you're about to leave the café.

"Hello."

"Hello, love, I'm just finishing up, turns out they didn't need many - I'm just that good. What are you up too?"

Your sisters gaze falls on you and she can see the blush in your cheeks turning crimson red at a fast-paced speed from his smug yet innocent voice.

"Just out with my sister and niece, we've just had lunch at this cute little place."

"The same niece I met at Comic Con?"

"One in the same." You look down at her smiling.

"I'll not keep you then, I'll see you later beautiful, be at yours round 6pm. Find out blankets, pillows and I'll bring the snacks and wine."

"Can't wait, love."

Your sister and niece pull the exact same expression. "Since when do you call people, love?" your sister chortles at your embarrassed yet accomplished face. "Since Joe."

You spent the rest of your day laughing and spending. Getting home and dropping your purchases into your bedroom, you light candles and dim the lights whilst you place a few pillows and blankets onto your sofa, a make shift bed. You change into your comfy clothes, leaving your hair in a messy bun, nothing to the imagination - but nevertheless Joe could make you feel beautiful wearing only a potato sack. As if on queue, 6pm has arrived and no later than 6:01pm does a knock come from your front door. You skip happily like a child, unlatch the door and open to find him on the other side. One hand holding a bag filled with a bottle of wine and pastries and a bunch of 10 blooming red roses clutched in the other. You swoon your side, your head is going ten to the dozen as your eyes gleam at Joe. "Good evening Miss, I brought you the goods." he mimicked a overly posh accent as he lifted the bag in the air. "Oh Sir, you're too kind." You take the bag from him and go over to the kitchen and place it on the counter top. "And those?" you point at the flowers. "An apology for missing you for days on end whilst I was overseas and a thank you for forgiving me." You tut loudly at him, shaking your head though the beaming grin has not left your face. "Are you just going to buy me flowers every time you mess up?" He nodded. "Pretty much." You both chuckled at one another as you took the roses to put them into some water. "Now come here, I missed you and you look so god damn inviting." Your eyes grew wide as he pointed and ran to the sofa, flopping onto the blankets that were once neat. "Charming one you, Mr Quinn." He patted the space next to him. "You look good too Y/N." he smirked.

You happily complied to his gesture and leaped onto him instead of falling next to him. "Jokes aside, I definitely missed you, princess." Your faces were close as for a few seconds you stared so intently at each other, lips inches apart, bodies closed in on one another, legs intertwined in and round the blankets. "I missed you too, Joe, way more than I probably should have." You settle down, blowing the candles out but leaving the lights dimmed after a few hefty make out sessions, a bottle of wine, empty plates but sincerely full hearts. Laid to the side of Joe with his arms wrapped around you as your leg cocks over his. You feel hands rubbing down your back, Joe's face also matching your tired state, you knew in a short moment that this, right here was all you could ever want.

You were just about to drop off to sleep, not hearing anything from Joe for at least half an hour when you heard him mumble your name. "Y/N." You snuggled deeper into him, not saying a word. You didn't respond, he was just clearly in a trance, and you were in no less of a ready state for the sleep to take you away after feeling heavily fulfilled with your day. If it was something, you'd wait to find out - that was at least until he managed to say as clear as day; "I love you, I really do.”

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[spookypete-94]

Beastie. Chapter 1. GhostXFem!reader

word count 2,127

This has been in my head for a while now! First Fandom I have wrote in a long time.

Name will be marked as Y/N. This will be an OC story, however, that follows the storyline of MWII, eventually turning off to my own storyline until MWIII is revealed. It will also flip point of views periodically between Character and Ghost.

Age-29

Looks- however you would like her to, the only thing she is short and small compared to the OG's of 141. I have her marked at 5'3, her size will be brought up within the story line at some point. Multiple times more than likely.

Character works for Laswell directly. How Shepherd has Grave's and his shadows contracted out, that is essentially how this character is for Laswell. She is skilled in weaponry and hand to hand combat. She joined the MARINES young, right out of highschool, where she quickly worked her way up the ranks, getting the attention of Laswell. Laswell offered her a position within the CIA that came with higher qualifications and capabilities than serving in the MARINES. More of her story will be revealed as the story goes on.

Callsign- Beastie. Character starts off not having a callsign directly but quickly changes as she proves her skills and gaining respect early.

***warning for Canon COD violence and swearing***

I do not own COD or its characters. I just enjoy it 😁

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Y/N received a phone call from Laswell. She was briefed that she was being sent to the US/Mexico border in an attempt to search for a terrorist named Hasan.

It was early when Laswell called to dispatch her out, but it was late now, nearly dark. The twilight from the sunset was out her window of the small plane she was on. In all reality, she is Laswell's peace offering to Colonel Alejandro. An apology for something so urgent and desperate being sent his way. She was already dressed in her gear since she didn't know what to expect fully when she arrived.

The plane finally landed, leaving her to descend off it quickly. She noticed a tall, slender hispanic male approaching her, so she started walking to him.

"Colonel Alejandro?" She asked, shaking his hand.

"Alejandro is fine. Laswell called you her, Beastie?"

This made a small smile tug at her lips, "She does, not what I go by, though. But you can call me Y/N."

"Y/N it is. Let's head out," his steps are large and leading.

She matched his stride used to have to take large fast steps to keep up.

Rudy was introduced to her as he drove a truck pulling a boat, heading towards the river that was the border. There, she learned it was only the 3 of them looking for Hassan, the FBI still about an hour out. This made her nerves run high due to the fact that this was so important to Laswell.

Y/N helped get out to unload the boat, leading Rudy back with her hands where she quickly unhooked it and pushed it in, waiting for them to get in with her. Rudy yet again took over, driving and steering the boat, leaving her to run the search light while Alejandro called Laswell with an update simultaneously, seeing if she had another as well.

Y/N could see glimmers across the water, making her lift the search light towards it. It was the eyes of a group of migrants she was catching.

"A distraction," she said to Rudy while Alejandro and Laswell discussed what was happening. She took a step closer to them, a hand on her pistol that was holstered on her thigh uneasiness, setting in deeper.

"Laswell thinks the migrants were a diversion, Hassan's got to be here."

Rudy turned, nodding to Y/N, "You called it."

Finally, the searchlight caught up to another boat sitting on the bank.

"It's their boat. Stop here." Alejandro said as they docked their own boat.

She pulled out her gun, switching on the light at the end of it. "Stay safe," she told them in Spanish, making both of them look at her stunned but nodded nonetheless.

Rudy and Alejandro bantered with each other about what was happening. Al Qatala is working with the cartel... how strange and new this seemed to be when finally Hassan's escorts could be heard, making them all duck off into the timber near the wall. She lined one up in her scope of her rifle, quickly picking him off Rudy working next to her.

"Watcher, they've crossed the border!" Alejandro radioed to Laswell.

Y/N finally used her's for the first time tonight, "Engaging, going to pursue!"

"Beastie, that's not advised! There's no assets in the area."

"Keep pushing the FBI and local PD." Alejandro said to Laswell. They all climbed the fence, pushing to catch Hasan's trail.

It was this game for a while, a game of cat and mouse. They were all so close, but not close enough. The chase led through residential areas and houses. Civilians are curious and, in the way, some terrified. Y/N stayed calm and composed, proving to Alejandro and Rudy that she was a good send from Laswell. Her aim was brave and quick, assisting them push through people. Her voice was loud and compelling, yelling orders to civilians even despite her small stature.

The next roadblock was the local PD stopping them from pushing further. Alejandro spoke with them, but they were all thrown back from some sort of explosion, leaving Y/N disoriented. What brought her back was the sound of rapid gun fire. She leaned against one of the burning squad cars, standing up when one of the gunmen passed her, taking her knife and stabbing his throat. Her pistol came up and shot him behind the head.

He dropped, and she looked over at Rudy, who took out the other gunman. Alejandro is standing up from the blast.

She huffed, reaching around the guy she had dropped and took his gun.

"Mother fuckers," she said in-between pants ready to keep going.

"More coming," Alejandro said, sliding up against the car. She did the same, using the car for coverage and support with a gun she took off the man that was trying to kill them.

Quickly, they dropped all that approached them, starting to push once more, heading for the house the gunmen came from.

"Rudy, take inside from the back, Beastie make entry from the front. Watch your cross fire. I'll lockdown the exterior." Y/N smiled at Alejandro using her nickname given from Laswell, finding small humor in it as she quietly moved to the front of the house. She could hear Rudy already making contact with subjects in the house, making her move faster.

She had to go in the front door, sweeping and clearing the house as she could smell smoke.

Alejandro was yelling for Rudy, trying to force a door open. She assisted, worried about his welfare as well.

There he lay on the floor, face bloody from where it looked like someone hit him. But he was breathing and cognitive.

She helped Alejandro lift him, carrying him outside of the burning house.

As they made it outside, they turned to look at the burning house as it quickly went up in flames. Thankfully, the FBI and local PD, along with medical personnel, were on scene. Y/N called Laswell briefing her with what happened.

"He got away from us. Rudy said something about him crossing over the Atlantic."

"Anyone hurt? Are you ok?" Laswell asked.

That was the one thing Y/N always appreciated about Laswell. She always cared for the people who worked for her.

"Rudy was assaulted," Y/N said, looking over at him as someone tended to his bleeding head, "but I think we're gonna be alright. I'm sorry, Laswell..." she said, feeling bad. This mission went so awry.

"Don't be... I think I'm going to have to call in more help, though," she said, sighing.

"I'm here, wherever you need me to go."

"Stay with the Colonel and his men at his base. I will send people to you."

Y/N could tell Laswell was coming up with a plan already.

"Direct."

"Stay safe, Beastie," she said with concern.

"Yes, Ma'am," Y/N said, smiling, disconnecting the phone call. She approached Alejandro and Rudy.

"Supposed to stay with you and your team for now until Laswell calls with further orders. Believe she is calling in reinforcements and trying to find where Hassan is headed as well."

"We got plenty of room," Alejandro said to her, "the least we can do since you helped us."

"Thank you," Rudy said, craning his neck to look at her, wrapping and gauze around his forehead.

"Don't, I know you both would do the same." Y/N said, trying to be humble.

"Beastie's a good name. Never seen a woman your size do the things you just did." Alejandro said, clapping her shoulder.

This made her chuckle from hearing this comment often.

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A couple of days have passed. Contact was brief with Laswell, but you were with Alejandro and Rudy in Las Almas at their base.

Laswell had spoken with General Shepherd. His plans consisted of sending in the members of an elite group called the 141 and The Shadow Company to assist with looking for Hassan.

Y/N rode with Alejandro and Rudy to go pick up 2 memembers from the 141 as they were being flown in. She stood next to the truck, arms crossed on the driver's side window of the truck talking to Rudy.

"So you know Spanish?" Trying to make small talk.

"I know enough, there's some I don't know."

"How do you know what you do?"

"My step dad is Hispanic. He taught me some."

"Oh," he said eyebrows lifted interested. "He from Mexico?"

"Texas. Him and my mom own a ranch there." Y/N broke contact when she the aircraft landing. Turning approaching towards Alejandro, she didn't want to leave him having to greet them on his own. She flipped her sunglasses down to keep the dirt out of her eyes. The lenses dark leaving anyone who looked unable to see her eyes.

The door opened on the aircraft as she stood next to Alejandro, 2 very large men exiting it. One with a mowhawk, the other a large man in a skull mask.

Jesus.. she thought to herself, seeing them walk down the ramp.

She listened to the men exchange their greetings.

"Alejandro."

"Sergeant Mactavish."

"Call me soap."

Alejandro placed his hands behind his back and better faced the man in the skull mask.

"Lieutenant... Laswell says you go by Ghost."

"Actually I think he prefers to go by-"

And the larger man that apparently went by Ghost interrupted the man that went by Soap

"THAT'LL DO." His British accent made it more comical.

Causing Y/N to snort, stifling a laughter as her eyebrows shot up. This then turned the attention to her.

"Who might you be?" The Mohawk man smiling at you, seeming to appreciate your sense of humor.

"Y/N." She said, sticking her hand out to him to shake.

"Beastie," Alejandro said in a manner like he was correcting you.

"Beastie?" Soap asked facing Alejandro shaking your hand.

"She's one of Laswell's. Assisted Rudy and I the other night."

"You're a solider?" Soap asked.

"Was a Marine. More of a contractor now." She answered honestly.

She stuck her hand out to Ghost who briefly looked at it before he shook it.

"Mean, it's not bring your midget to work day?" He asked snarkily. She couldn't tell if he was trying to be funny or if he was trying to get under her skin.

She immediately let go of his hand and stepped back, eyebrows raised again.

"I wouldn't give her too much hell," Alejandro said, trying to soothe the awkwardness. "She can handle her own out there."

She took that as a sign that it was time to go, heading back towards the vehicles.

Alejandro opened the passenger door of the vehicle they were getting in, watching her head to the empty vehicle behind them. "Looks like you got a full load from Mohawk and the dude that plays the Mountain from Game of Thrones in yours. I'll follow you, besides. I need to call Laswell with an update anyway."

This caused Soap to go slack jaw as she made her own joke about Ghost, which followed with a grin. Alejandro stood there, shaking his head. But her only interest was the coffee colored eyes that followed her and stared into the dark lenses of her sunglasses. Her shit eating grin plastered on her face as she looked at him out the windshield.

He wants to play, she'll play.

next.

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[sweet-star-cookie]

heyooo tell me about the chamaeleon three!

Gladly! Luckily I've updated their designs already too ^_^

The Chamaeleon Three are a group of “teenage hoodlum” types to challenge Cassie’s quest to restore order between Earth and the Astral Plane. As the story progresses, the imbalance of the spirit world gets stronger as Cassie’s powers do, so the spirits that appear on Earth become more tangible, meaning that more people other than Cassie can see and interact with them over time. The trade-off is they then pose a larger threat to regular people, and that’s where these three come in!

It occurred to me that some of the more troublesome spirits would relish the opportunity to mess with the living world, even withstanding corruption by Void magic, especially after hearing that the Starglass is Cassie, not some kind of iron-clad warrior or another type of powerful figure like they expected. They quickly start wreaking havoc on the town and frame her for it whenever they can. Circumstances aren't exactly great on the Astral Plane as it is, so many also see it as a manner of escape from it, no matter how temporary.

Though they didn't initially choose to be corrupted by Void magic (it happened accidentally for them), they quickly made the most of their situation with anarchy and mischief once they did arrive on Earth. These three learn pretty quickly not to underestimate our little star hero, but still pose a threat that Cassie can’t face on her own, at least not initially.

So in order to catch these three and return them home, Cassie and her friends/family have to get creative to outsmart them or otherwise confront them in different ways, and I think this’ll be a good way to showcase the Earth squad’s differences in personality and resourcefulness, as well as spice up the spirit encounters in general. Here are descriptions for each of them :)

Lynx The tough guy of the three, with an equally brash personality to match. Despite the group's name, he thinks of himself as the leader and is imposing like one. He is never the one actually calling the shots though, as he lacks the brains for strategy. He greatly prefers brute forcing a problem or charging head-first into anything that's in his way.

Lynx is frequently a bully to Lepus for a predator-prey sort of dynamic, though he is easily shut down by Chamaeleon whenever he goes too far or loses focus. He’s usually the one to get caught the most when plans go awry, as he lacks Lepus’s agility and Chamaeleon's camouflage when escaping, but he’s the most capable fighter of the three simply by virtue of being a massive wild cat. You don’t want to mess with those teeth and claws!

He’s a cocky spitfire, known for constantly picking fights and riling things up, often to an extreme degree and at the detriment of himself and/or his group members. He's the type who would mock you for refusing to fight, and then call you a hypocrite for getting angry at him for mocking you. But, his overconfidence speaks to an underlying insecurity, which makes him prone to emotional vulnerability. He will aggressively defend himself should he ever be questioned, which usually leads him to picking fights that he can't win, and he switches between his confident and cowardly sides quite frequently.

While he’s already got a pretty stocky build and his stature isn't just for show, his cape and jacket are meant to make him look even bigger and more important, so you know he’s compensating for something, even if he’d never admit it. Being the (almost) leader of the group gives him a sense of power over others, whether it is warranted or not.

Lepus Probably best described as the cowardly lackey of the group, though not by his own choice. He hates being viewed with a bunny’s inherent cuteness, seeing it as a sign of weakness instead. This can sometimes give him an impulsive need to prove himself, and it typically ends poorly. He has, however, adapted to use it to his advantage.

He’s the type of character who will play to your sympathy and beg you to help him when he’s cornered, only to turn on you as soon as he’s in the clear. That said, he'd be the least likely of the three to become a villain under normal circumstances, if he felt he had a choice in the matter. But alas, history has taught him that he has to be this way to survive at all. He sees this group as all he has, believing that no one would befriend him otherwise, even if they don’t really act much like friends outside of their shared love for mischief and chaos. Though it angers and upsets him, he's used to staying quiet about things that truly bother him to keep the peace or avoid getting yelled at.

As you might expect from a rabbit, he’s got big jumps and swift kicks, and makes up for his lack of physical strength with agility. He’s based on a black-tailed jackrabbit specifically for the long, spindly legs and large ear-to-head ratio. His big ears make him the recon/lookout of the group most of the time, and is the quickest to flee when a plan goes pear-shaped, making it difficult to catch all three of them at once.

If given the choice, Lepus would much rather be an explorer or spelunker, using his quick feet and keen hearing for something more productive. His love of chaos is actually more of a love for adventure and spontaneity, but he found the wrong outlet for it.

Chamaeleon The true leader of the group, hence the name. She goes by Mae for short, but only to those she allows to call her that. Despite her aloof and quiet nature overall, Chamaeleon is the sharpest of the three, and can shut down Lynx’s boisterous attitude or Lepus's shaking cowardice with only a stern look or a blunt word. She’s the brains of the operation, keeps a cool head, and is difficult to outsmart.

She’s even harder to catch with her camouflage, though you’ll know where she’s been with her tags. Being a graffiti artist, she has her spray gun and cans to quickly paint anything she desires, or spray someone else if she's really desperate. Similar to the paint itself, I'd imagine her markings could glow in the dark when she’s not hiding, though she can negate this glow to hide completely when necessary.

Though she’d never show it, Chamaeleon is actually the one who relies on the group dynamic the most. She doesn’t like being apart from them, even if she bullies them when they’re together, and usually favours plans that don’t involve splitting up. In better circumstances she’d probably be the “older sister” type to the other two, looking out for them and making sure they don’t get hurt, but her short fuse and lack of patience doesn't currently lend itself to that kind of dynamic. She is actively mean to them most of the time, though that is often eclipsed by Lynx's louder and more outward type of aggression.

------ So you may be wondering, why did I choose these three to form a group when their constellations normally have nothing to do with each other? Well, that's sort of the point! As you may have noticed, these three don't really get along with each other very well and are dysfunctional as a group, and this is what ultimately leads to their downfall. Their dynamic is meant to be an opposite to the one Cassie has with Demitri, Ellie, and Leena, who are able to work together well despite their individual differences.

After the Chamaeleon Three are returned to the Astral Plane, I plan to explore what happens to them afterwards in a side story that shows the core problems with their group and what they each do about it, but the first part of their arc will be shown in the main story at least.

#thanks for the ask! #asks #tabsters #my art #my OCs #Starglass Zodiac #SGZ

[hebuiltfive]

The Alaskan Train Crash: Alaska.

It's just another average day at International Rescue.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Additional Tags: Artist!Virgil, Post season three, slight AU, Mentions of hospitals, Mentions of Blood, description of train crash, Light Angst Series: Part 1 of The Long Game Summary: It's just another average day at International Rescue.

Notes: We're getting into the thick of the action (for this part anyway)! Not a lot really happens,. Sorry it's a shorter chapter than the last, but I had to begrudgingly make it a separate chapter so the next one didn't seem so chunky. We'll call it a filler chapter.

Read it below or on AO3 here.

By the time Virgil and Jeff arrived, Scott and Brains had already taken seats in the sunken round area of the lounge. Alan and Gordon had long since put their game away and they too were now sitting. Worried faces filled the room. Hovering over the central table was a blue hologrammatic scheme of what looked to be a freight train. Beside it, hovered the image of John from Thunderbird Five. All eyes were fixed on them.

Jeff took his seat at his desk whilst Virgil joined Scott on one of the couches. “What’s going on, John?” Their father asked, voice full of authority. Some days it had felt like he’d never left.

“Derailment in the Northern Alaska region.” John replied. “A freight train crashed around an hour ago. Initial research showed it belonged to the GDF. I can’t get a reading of anything on board.”

“Crew?” Scott asked.

“Three, apparently. Initial scans I made after I received the call showed none, but the woman confirmed two unconscious alongside herself. She was…” John uncharacteristically trailed off.

“John?”

“Let’s just say that ‘distressed’ is a mild term for how she sounded. Whatever you guys do, I suggest you be as gentle as possible.”

“You can update us as we fly.” Scott said as stood from his seat. “Gordon, you go with Virgil. Alan, stay here with Brains. Try and see if you can find something in the schematics that could have warranted a crash. I’m sure the GDF will want to know where the fault lies.”

“I’ll try and get in contact with Casey. If she doesn’t already know about this, I have a feeling she’ll want to.” Jeff added.

“FAB.” Scott nodded toward his father as he pressed his back up against the wall, hands rising to hold the light fixtures. Jeff watched from behind his desk as the three boys launched into action.

Debris littered for miles. The devastation was worse in person than what the scans had shown. Scott had flown Thunderbird One at top speed to arrive as quickly as he could. Once he arrived, he performed a quick fly-by. Only then did the realisation of the extent of the crash sink in. With the whole thing buckled and broken, he was surprised that anyone had even survived the wreck. It looked a mess. Having plowed into solid mounds of snow that had been gathered on the sides of the tracks, he figured the train must have been going at some speed when it had derailed.

“Brains, what speed was this thing travelling at?” Scott asked when he’d opened up a comms link between himself, base and Thunderbird Two.

“It’s impossible to tell without d-data.” International Rescue’s engineer, one of the best in the world, replied hesitantly. Scott could practically hear the cogs of Brains’s brain working, trying to find a suitable answer with the data that had been presented. “This isn’t a vehicle I’m f-fam-familiar with.”

“The GDF rarely use freight trains to haul their stuff around.” Virgil added from his ship that was still flying to the danger zone. “Planes are much more convenient and efficient, not to mention safer.”

“So that begs the question as to what was so special about this stuff that warranted them going the old-fashioned route?” Scott mused, mostly to himself.

“That still doesn’t answer how the crash happened.” Gordon chimed in from the co-pilot’s seat of Two. “The GDF are sticklers when it comes to safety.”

“Maybe it was sabotage?” Alan suggested.

The word sabotage never sat well with Scott. Too often was that word linked with their arch-nemesis. One would have thought that after the stunt the Hood had pulled in their mission to retrieve their father from space, and his subsequent arrest, Scott shouldn’t have been so worried about him being a possible factor. However, the news Captain Wayne Rigby had broken to Kayo about The Hood’s breakout from prison a few months back meant that it was again possible for the The Hood to have been the cause. No-one knew how he’d managed to get out of such a high-security holding cell, and Rigby had taken the blow personally. It had taken Kayo weeks to convince him not to quit over it. Since then, the GDF had pulled out all the stops in trying to relocate the criminal, with no success. Despite Casey’s constant reassurance that they’d soon catch him again, the mere fact that The Hood was out there left Scott feeling weighed down. Thoughts over the possibility of him being involved were now swirling around his mind. It was instinct. He couldn’t help it.

No, that was no good. He had to adopt Brains’s logic; no evidence, no proof, no conclusion. Scott couldn’t allow himself to get distracted by possibilities. Right now, there was only one thing he knew for certain; there were people down there who needed his help. “I’m gonna to jetpack down, see if I can find our caller and take it from there when Virgil and Gordon arrive.”

“Be careful, Scott.” Jeff’s voice, Scott noticed, was laced with concern more than command. Perhaps Scott wasn’t the only one who was worrying over possible causes.

It took them almost an extra half an hour to reach the danger zone, but eventually the roar of Thunderbird Two’s engines echoed through the snowy gorge as it came into view over the wreckage. It hovered over the site, Virgil performing his own fly-by to assess the damage, before the ship came in to land next to her sister. The powerful VTOL engines were enough to make the ice on the mountains shake.

Scott’s voice came through the comms in a shaky laugh of his own. “Careful, Virgil. We don’t want to cause an avalanche too.”

“An avalanche?” The unfamiliar voice came from behind Scott on the comms. The woman, panicked and afraid, began to hyperventilate. “Please. Please! God, I don’t want to die here. Please, help me! Please!”

Gordon’s brows creased with worry as the woman’s pleas echoed through the cockpit of Two. “I take it you found our caller.”

The brothers in the green behemoth exchanged worried glances. John hadn’t been wrong about her being distressed.

“Remember what we said, Barbara.” Scott was clearly talking to the trapped woman now, his hologram that hovered over the instruments in Two showing him turned to his side. “Breathe in and breathe out. Try to stay calm.” Scott emulated the breathing with her for a few minutes, and only when he was convinced she was calm again, did he turn back to his brothers. “We need to get them out of her ASAP. Virgil, I need you and your heavy-lifting talents down here now.”

“I’m on my way.” Virgil unbuckled himself from the pilot’s seat. He turned to his co-pilot as he began his descent into the depths of his ship. “Gordon, stand by. We may need you if the snow does decide it wants to come down and join the party.”

“FAB.” Gordon replied, already assessing the virtual scans of the scene that John had sent down from Thunderbird Five. They were all in for a long night.

#thunderbirds are go fanfic #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #thunderfam #thunderbirds are go #chapter two is finally up! #this one is shorter than the last but hopefully it will set up the next chapter nicely #fic: the long game

[tachvintlogic]

Some Author's Commentary on A Fishing Rod in Hand is Worth 2 in System Memory

This was in my drafts for two years when I finally posted chapter 6 of A Fishing Rod in Hand is Worth 2 in System Memory, and since it ain't gettin' any younger, might as well post it.

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I have thoughts about chapter 6 of my System Memory fic and figured to just put them in a post.

I'm so happy I got to the part where I traumatize Twilight. The best part about basing the Links not just on their games, but on a specific speedrun is that I get to write angst unique to that particular run. The story is supposed to be a mix of humor and angst, and I got the humor down if the feedback is any indication, so it was nice to turn up the angst.

This section was really helped by the fact I had access to an actual copy of Twilight Princess to explore the world and find things, like that the postman hangs out in the goat barn in Ordon. (Which sucks because that's not going to be the case for most of the other eras.)

I've played at least a little of one game for each Link except Four, and I think he suffers because of it. I have basic mechanics knowledge from first hand experience for everyone but him. All the glitches come from research and I have to research games I've never played or finished, but for him everything has to be researched.

I remember seeing a post that complained that Hyrule was rarely being given opportunities in fics to be badass or something along those line. So I thought, "okay, I'll give Hyrule an ability so overpowered that most of the other Links can't handle it."

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It's been a while since chapter 6 was posted, hasn't it?

I'm very satisfied with finally completing the second arc of System Memory, where I tortured Wind after torturing Twilight (emotionally). The arcs followed a similar progression, though I only noticed it in the middle of writing. Both went hometown → Zelda → Gerudo settlement → dungeon → portal. Both also had a battle where Hyrule was a total badass using an overpowered quirk of his games' controls. The 3rd era will probably not follow this progression (but Hyrule will still be a badass).

At first, the hardest part of that arc was the conversation between Grandma and Wind. I literally wrote the entire chapter with the Savage Labyrinth because I was avoiding that conversation just as much as Wind was.

But once it was done, the hardest part was definitely the naval battle. Which isn't good from a writing perspective because the navel battle was 1.5 chapters long.

From writing those chapters, I've found that the thing that really gets me in a writing mood is being a passenger on a plane or a long car ride with no internet and only my laptop with an open fic document for company. After 2 five hour car rides, the arc was "done" and I started updating it again.

Another thing that helps is having research notes from the actual game. They were very helpful for getting a sense for the Forsaken Fortress and Wind Temple layout, the sunrise scene, and visualizing where the pirate ship was supposed to do in relation to the islands.

(For the 3rd arc/era, I fortunately own a game set in that era for easy reference.)

...But having a first draft with all the necessary scenes present doesn't mean it's done, now does it? So, the battles in particular had lots of revisions because the story beats were happening too quickly and it was just too barebones.

I never meant for the time between chapter 6 and 7 to be as long as it did. I was kind of in denial about hiatus for a while, thinking "I'm only a month at most away from posting chapter 7!" for a lot of 2021 and 2022.

What basically happened was that I didn't want to post a chapter before the next chapter is fully written with all the necessary scenes. This is because I figured I wouldn't have anymore major edits to make to a chapter once the one after it is complete. But then chapter 8 was split into 8 and 9, and posting 7 without finishing 9 would be cheating, and then 10, 11, and 12 still needed to be written...

And that simple rule ballooned into a requirement that chapter 7 can only be posted once the entire arc has a complete draft.

(Arc 3 will probably follow the same rule, so there's aren't long waits between chapters in the same arc. Chapters between arcs is another story.)

I don't think this arc would've turned out the way it did if I hadn't taken that hiatus. For one, back when I finished chapter 6 I hadn't started reading Moby Dick, which definitely influenced Wind's narration. (I searched up crossovers between Moby Dick and Wind Waker and found nothing. Kinda disappointing.)

The chapters of the second arc are shorter than the first. I had felt the chapters were getting too long and wanted to cut them up (chapter 8 and 9 used to be the same chapter), but they all ballooned to be longer than I had initially expected. I guess that's just how it is.

All the comments on each chapter are very appreciated, even if I don't reply to them. They do a lot to boost my motivation to overcome writer's block. For those who commented, thank you.

#linked universe #system memory fic #tach's commentary #(also if you find typos in system memory just send me an ask so it doesn't have to remain there)

[highflyingtales]

Our rather interesting flight EP#1

This is by far one of my most memorable teaching moments in my flying career. Me and my father departed from centennial airport (APA) for Kansas city downtown (MKC) in the SF50 vision jet. My father needed to do a plane swap for a new demonstration aircraft so he allowed me to come along. The flight out there was rather uneventful, it was a beautiful July evening and not a thunderstorm in sight.

Arriving into MKC

We arrived out in Kansas city and went and grabbed dinner in the downtown area with my dads coworker, thank god we did because the next few hours were about to become chaotic.

SF50 side by side

Within the next hour and a half there were two MASSIVE thunderstorms that popped up, one being south of our route of flight and one being north. These thunderstorms were rapidly growing, and slowly closing in on each other which would close our gap along our route of flight. With this being a normal thing in the summer we didn't think much about it so we quickly departed MKC for APA and had a nice gap between the two thunderstorms.

In a normal climb out we were just north of the southern thunderstorm by about 20-30 miles. The lightning storm was absolutely beautiful as you watch it all from a distance. Climbing through 14,000 feet we had no weather on our NEXRAD weather, keep in mind here that the NEXRAD is updated every 5-10 minutes. With this rapidly growing thunderstorm, what we were seeing on the radar wasn't what was actually happening outside.

In that climb through 14,000 feet the lightning started to grow dark which was really unusual. We look up and see this massive black tower in front of us and BAM we smack this thunderstorm (which was not on the radar). We immediately hit a crazy updraft so our climb rate went from 2,000 FPM to 8,000 FPM! We were just covered in ice in a matter of seconds. We quickly made a turn back around to the right because we knew the thunderstorm was off our left so we would now fly away from it and allow us to get out of this rapidly growing "cell". Without air traffic controls approval, which in this situation was ok, we made the turn back around and got the aircraft stable enough and outside of the thunderstorm. With that we were now at 19,000 feet and all of this happened in a span of maybe 2 minutes max.

We were now mentally shaken up over what just happened. With that we got a re route over to Omaha Nebraska where we could land and re asses how we wanted to get home. We arrived in Omaha probably around 11pm and got more jet fuel and said that we were just go the really long way. Our new route of flight has us going north of the northern thunderstorm all the way up to the southern part of North Dakota then we would traverse west and pop down over Wyoming.

We did make it back home that night at around 2am in the morning. We were both exhausted but man this was such a good learning moment.

Looking back at this experience there were a few things we could have done better. I wouldn't say our situation was get there idous as we had a clear path between the two thunderstorms so I think we were ok in that context. When it came to us flying into the cell we should have had the onboard weather radar running, this would have gave us accurate weather readings allowing us to know that we were about to fly into a rapidly growing cell. Even with us flying that close to two rapidly growing thunderstorms it should have been instinct to have the onboard radar running giving us information as it scans back and forth getting radar returns.

Example of the weather radar on the left and the NEXRAD on the map on the right

With this experience it has taught me to always have backup instruments running so you have more data to make poise decisions.

If there is one thing I can preach to new pilots, it's that there will be moments in your flying career where you will be put up to the task of making poised decisions. My best advice towards this is learn from your mistakes. In our case, we should have ran the weather radar to make sure our decisions were smart. If it weren't for this memorable experience it would not have made me a better pilot. Learn from your mistakes and use it to grow and fly safe!

#cirrus aircraft #student pilot

[apaise]

❛ it’s a bad idea, right? ❜ ash @ maddy

with the girl scouts' international festival happening in just two weeks, maddy had been even busier than usual, coordinating with various troops across the county in hopes of making this the best carnival yet. but she would've been swallowed by the mountains of binders and papier-mâché by week one if it wasn't for ash helping her every step of the way.

ash's creative eye was absolutely essential in organizing the festival brochure in a colorful yet streamlined way ( not maddy's strongpoint ). maddy made certain to include ash's name in bold font on the front so everyone could see, while also making sure to update ash's resume accordingly, not wanting any of her incredible accomplishments to be forgotten.

but even if her girlfriend was just sequestered in the corner sketching or reading comics while maddy drafted the event map or vendor list, ash had truly become a crucial part of maddy's every day life. she had a special way of re-centering maddy amidst the chaos, ushering her away from the spirals of self-criticism. ash could spot the beginnings of a maddy fisher breakdown from a mile away, and she'd take the troop leader out for a soft pretzel in the park for some much needed sunshine, or suggest they bake cookies for the youth center. all of maddy's favorite things, not ash's, but maddy treasured the support much more than she could fit on a measly hallmark card.

she didn't know how she functioned without ash before, but she was determined to thank her girlfriend properly. luckily, with all ash's help, maddy had realized they were ahead of schedule, and she could just about manage four nights off before the big palooza. for those precious days before the festival, maddy had planned a getaway at the maplewood camping grounds. no binders, no phone calls, no posterboards; they could even bring benny. admittedly, it wouldn't be easy for maddy to relax like that, but she owed ash, and she wanted to try. she was excited for it, to make new memories somewhere beautiful where ash could burn and fish and draw to her heart's content.

but as they wind down for the night and maddy readies to finally tell ash about her big surprise, ash has something to share first.

maddy hears the word tour and for a second, there's just a ringing sound in her ears, pulsating through her head and flooding out all other thought. then pieces of her voice start filtering through one by one, words like "stadium" and "san francisco" and "plane" and "months," striking, echoing. oh no no no no no. no, maddy hadn't even been able to tell her about their trip; no, was this punishment for forcing ash to stick beside her all these weeks? panic and regret slog over whatever sentences are forming in maddy's mind, mushing them into silence.

but then maddy focuses her gaze on ash and she notices how small and hesitant and anxious she looks, and her hands go for ash's without another thought.

❝ bad idea? ❞ she repeats, squeezing her hands selfishly not merely for comfort, but to keep herself rooted too; she feels ash is about to float away before her. ❝ ash, it sounds amazing. you can't pass this up! ❞ maddy shakes her hands lightly, bit by bit feeling her strength return. this isn't about her, or even them; it's about ash and how she lights up in front of her drums. ❝ the world needs to hear your music! hillford can't keep you all to itself, ❞ she grins, and it's surprising how easy it is to reassure her. but these are all things maddy has always believed ( she just never expected the cost ).

❝ you're going to have so much fun, ash, ❞ her smile softens; she quickly teases herself before the tears can start. ❝ take lots of pictures for me, okay? we have to make a tour scrapbook when you get back. ❞ @feveredblurs

#( me writing this being like tee hee gotta throw in one of those lil dramatic moments where someone was planning smth secretly ) #( but i honestly did not expect maddy to be so sad like :| usually she'd just be super pumped for ash LKJASDF ) #( BUT SHE REALLY DOES LOVE HER AND HAS GROWN USED TO HAVING HER ) #( DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH SHE RELIES ON HER ) #( SHE'S HAPPY FOR HER THO ) #feveredblurs #( c: maddy ) #( answered . )

[piacemia]

proud of me // letting go for me

wow. that trip did not go as expected. things we learned?

travel does in fact put a strain on people, as does sickness, as does financial and time based decisions. AS DOES HEAT. aka we were in a pressure cooker situation and yes there was one blow up but we made it out!

london is still beautiful and magical and flying around on buses is so so fun, even in the deathly heat

buckingham palace: LAME WE DON'T SUPPORT

a basement is not ideal, and maybe we are done with airbnbs? more space but also more human annoyance components.

football games are magical! wow! nice people, incredible atmosphere, i want to go every week!

hyde park: anger inducing with how nice it is

paris: stunning from second 1

and many more takeaways that i should probably note and go into detail over, but maybe that is for future me. now onto the REAL grit of what happened.

friday - 24 hour travel day with a 1.5 hour train ride to CDG, 8 hr plane to JFK, 5 hr layover, 1.5 hr delay, 5.5 hr flight to SAN, 15 min uber to HOME.

saturday - getting smoothies for k and dropped one, drove to get another and car locked up / died out in the middle of the road. towed, called dealership, made plans to buy a new one and parents decided to come down. (also amie and cristina made me hot dogs <3 ), and ordered a pizza

sunday - up early to test drive the car, BOUGHT THE CAR (the very kind salesman had a teacher wife and didn't believe i would qualify to get the car cause it was my first, and then i said i had a mortgage and 800+ credit haha). wrote a check and did financing for the car, and came home to pass out for a minute.

monday - dealing with the $4000 + repairs my old car had, sourcing trade-in info, sourcing donation info, coordinating donation info and service info, writing yelp reviews, updating parents, getting insurance, securing financing through SRI, and trying to schedule this stupid field trip. AND GETTING GROCERIES / SHOWERING / PREPPING FOR WORK!!!

i have so much GRIT. I DO NOT QUIT. i am so proud of how hard i worked, of all the problems i solved quickly, thoughtfully, and with grace and courage. i am so strong and even though i am very tired, i can get through the next week and i will rest my mind and body fully with love and a focus on ME ONLY. not others, even though it is in my blood to serve others. I WILL FOCUS ON WHAT MY BODY NEEDS FOR ITSELF ONLY.

"we are proud of you, we are proud of you"

[binouchetruc]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Jedi Council, Anakin Skywalker & Jedi Council, Jedi Characters & Jedi Council (Star Wars), Jedi Council & Yoda (Star Wars), Jedi Council & Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Dooku | Darth Tyranus & Yoda Characters: Jedi Council (Star Wars), Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Yoda (Star Wars), Vokara Che Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fluff, Humor, slight crack, i think, Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Padawan Anakin Skywalker, Parental Plo Koon, Yoda's Disaster Lineage (Star Wars), Grandparent Yoda (Star Wars), Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, Young Anakin Skywalker, Padawan Shenanigans (Star Wars), Non-Linear Narrative, Timeline What Timeline, we're just jumping here and there in time to see chaos unfold is all, Pre-War, No Plot/Plotless, Cute Kids, Canon Compliant, Ficlet Collection, No Jedi Council Bashing (Star Wars), i recognize their flaws but, mostly avoid the subject for fluff purposes, and focus on the good side, like plo, and plo, and again plo, ok i'm joking, well mostly joking, Padawan Dooku, Good Dooku (Star Wars), Dooku (Star Wars) Is So Done, Young Dooku, Troll Yoda (Star Wars), Yoda in a Backpack, Vokara Che is Scary, in a good way, Yoda's Gimer Stick, Pre-Canon, Annoyed Dooku Summary:

Obi-Wan and Anakin saw the mission outcome very differently.

or

One of the many mission reports involving a Padawan. Indeed, Jedi or not, they're kids. And nat-born kids, unlike clones, imply chaotic reports. Not neat, perfect ones. This is a story where we share the suffering and delight of the Jedi Council through various reports of various Padawans through the years.

#fanfic #star wars #my fanfic #yan dooku #yoda #fanfic update #didn't planed to update so quickly but things happen

[middleearthpixie]

Damaged Goods ~ Chapter Forty-One

Author's Note: Just a reminder that this story takes place following the events of the miniseries Stay Close and will contain spoilers.

Updates to this story will be slower than usual because I've been dealing with the death of a close relative and haven't been able to write much. But there is still some story left and it will get written/posted - I'm just not entirely certain when. Thank you so much for understanding. 💜

Title: Damaged Goods

Fandom: Stay Close

Pairings: Ray Levine x OC female Theodora (Theo) Bailey

Summary: Following the events of Stay Close, Ray Levine has come to the US to begin a new life and is staying with Theo Bailey, the friend of a friend, who is quickly becoming his best friend and Ray is starting to wonder if there isn’t something more there between them.

Like Ray, Theo has her own demons and although she wonders the same thing about Ray, fear of repeating past mistakes keep her from moving forward. Or do they? Somehow, these two damaged people will come together and discover that maybe—just maybe—second chances are worth the risk.

Theo’s first night in England is anything but restful… and not in the good way.

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,727

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After Fester left, Theo signed as she sank into the soft leather sofa and leaned her head back. It was barely eight o’clock, but she felt as if she’d been awake for at least a week straight. From her vantage point, she watched Ray at the sink, washing up what few dishes they’d used. His back was to her, and she sighed at the sight. He looked amazing in Levi’s, his dark red tee shirt stretched tight across his shoulders. It made trying to stay awake a little less of a fight.

He seemed far more comfortable since they’d landed on English soil, more relaxed. At least here, he could let what happened with Scott fade into his past, just as the bruise on his jaw finally faded after nearly a month.

“You still awake out there?” he called without looking over his shoulder.

“Barely, but yes.”

The taps squeaked as he shut the water off and he turned, drying his hands on a dishtowel. “Why don’t we go up and try to get some sleep?”

“It’s like, ten after eight.”

He came into the living room and caught her by the hands to pull her to her feet. “And we’ve been up since yesterday morning. That’s what? Thirty-six hours? And I know you didn't sleep on the plane, so, you’ve got to be just about done in.”

“I am and done in doesn’t even begin to describe it.” She let him drag her up, then sagged against him. “I’m beyond beat.”

“Come on. A warm, comfortable bed awaits you, along with a warm, comfortable man.”

“Oh, I like how that sounds.”

“I thought you might.” He pressed a kiss into the top of her head, then stepped back to catch her hand. “Come along, love.”

He led her up the narrow staircase (were all English staircases this narrow?) and down the short hallway to the master bedroom, which was larger than the one she’d slept in back in New Jersey. Like below, two walls—behind and alongside the large, comfortable-looking bed—were a bold color, in the case a deep blue, while the other two walls and trim were white. A dark blue duvet covered the bed, the shams and pillowcases were also dark blue, and the air held a hint of staleness, as if no one had been in there in a long time. “I assume Fester slept below?”

“I think so. It’s usually where I ended up crashing most nights as well,” he said, closing the door by behind him. “It was easier than navigating the stairs when I was fucking pissed.”

She smiled. “You don’t mean that the way Americans mean it, do you?”

“You’re catching on,” he said with a wink. “This might surprise you, but the staircases in this flat are not meant for a drunk to navigate.”

“I’m not sure they’re meant for someone sober to navigate, either.”

“That’s because you, my love, are an American and you are used to everything being very large.” As he spoke, he closed the space between them and slid his arms about her waist. “You’ll adapt.”

“Or I’ll fall down the stairs until I do.”

“You’ll be fine. Just don’t try navigating them drunk.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She draped her arms about his neck, letting her fingers slip through the hair curling over his collar. He needed a haircut, bu she wasn’t about to point it out. She rather liked him scruffy. As she looked up at him, she asked, “Are you glad to be back here?”

“I am, yes.” His fingers swept lightly along her back, which really only added to the drowsiness swirling through her. “And I know it’s a shock to your system, but I’m hoping in time you’ll be comfortable here.”

“I’ll adapt.”

He bent to kiss her, but before their lips met, she yawned, then clapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, Ray… I’m beat.”

“Yeah, me, too, and let’s face it, I really don’t want to disappoint you, so maybe we have our wedding night tomorrow night?”

She nodded. “I think that is a perfect solution.”

****

Despite her exhaustion, Theo didn't sleep well at all. The sounds were different. The bed was different. The pillows were different. The room was different. The only familiar thing was Ray’s arm warm about her. She lay there in the dark, her back warm from being pressed flush against his chest, as the city came to life slowly below them. It was noisier there than in Point Pleasant, with the city sounds of blasting car horns, public buses, and just general people noise that Point Pleasant in the winter did not have.

The shadows on the walls unnerved her, stretching and moving as the traffic on Lescart Street ebbed and flowed. Ray snored softly behind her, which didn't do much to aid her in sleeping, either.

She missed her drafty apartment with its rattling pipes and the Montforts upstairs. Ray had neither upstairs nor downstairs neighbors and his apartment was far quieter, despite the traffic noise. Her eyes stung as homesickness washed over her. It was so stupid—she was where she wanted to be, with the man she wished to be with—her husband. And yet, there she was, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes to soak into the pillowcase.

Her breath hitched despite her effort to prevent it and it was just enough to disturb Ray, who lifted his head and murmured, “Theo? What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” she whispered, hurriedly swiping at her eyes. “Go back to sleep.”

His arm tightened about her. “Bad dream, love?”

“S-something like that.”

His head sank back onto the pillow. “Tell me about what you dreamed.”

“I—I don’t remember it.”

“If you have another nightmare, wake me,” he murmured.

“I will.”

His fingertips brushed lightly against her stomach, then that arm tightened about her to pull her flush against him. His breath came warm and soft against the back of her head. Within minutes, he’d fallen back to sleep, and she waited a bit longer, then carefully eased out from beneath his arm and slid to the edge of the bed. She waited a moment, to see if he’d stir again, and when he didn’t, she rose and grabbed the first thing she could reach—a dark blue hoodie lying in the chair closest to his bed—and drew it on, then stood.

As quietly as she could, Theo crept from his bedroom, down that godawful narrow staircase, and padded into the kitchen. The refrigerator was smaller than the one she was used to, but Fester made sure the staples were there and she wondered if Ray had told him to make sure there was cocoa powder on the counter next to his stove because in the weeks leading up to their move, she’d had trouble sleeping and night after night, he came out to find her at the breakfast bar with a cup of hot chocolate.

It took her a few minutes to find a saucepan (Ray kept them—two pots—and his frying pan—singular—in the oven. She had the feeling she would melt them all one day when she turned on the oven without remembering to take them out first) but once she did, it was only a few minutes before she was back in the living room, mug in hand, perusing the books on the top shelf (mostly World War II related), the CDs below it, the albums on the bottom shelf (classic rock, no surprise there) and with a sigh, she ventured down into his workspace. That was where she’d find his true self, among the photographs and memorabilia he’d collected in his travels around the world.

She wasn’t disappointed. Down there, it was like being surrounded by him. From his photographs (she tried to squint the Cassie ones into oblivion, but that led to the beginning of a massive headache, so with a sigh, she stopped) to the books on war journalists and war photojournalists, she realized that he really hid very little from her. And as she sank into the well-appointed leather chair at his desk, she swiveled it around and stared up at collage that took up almost the entire wall behind his desk.

She sipped her hot chocolate as she studied the life he’d broadcasted on that wall—from childhood, to probably right before he left Blackpool last fall. From the looks of it, he been bitten by the photography bug as a child, and as he matured, so did his art.

Cassie had finally stopped calling him, but Theo wondered if that would start up again now that he was back on her side of the ocean? She looked down at the amethyst ring, with the platinum wedding ring snug against it and smiled. It didn't matter any longer and Theo didn’t care. Cassie should regret her actions for the rest of her days, she should stew in them, because Theo would never forgive her for the hell she’d put Ray through. She didn't care what Cassie’s excuse was, she deserved to spend the rest of her days kicking herself for blowing it with him. Regret was too good for her and Theo didn’t care how petty that made her. Besides, no one else would know she thought that, so she was allowed to be petty.

A soft creak on the stairs startled her and she spun about to see Ray, dressed in only a pair of gray sweatpants, frozen, a sheepish, if sleepy, smile on his lips as he said, “Sorry about that. I heard you get up, but then you didn't come back to bed. What are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep. New bed. New apartment. New country.”

“You should’ve woken me.”

“Nah. You’re home. You earned a good night’s sleep. Besides, I got to snoop through all of your stuff, so…”

He stepped off the bottom riser, scratching his chest as he came up along side her chair and crouched. “Are you all right?”

“I will be. I’m just a fish out of water right now, but I’ll be okay.” She gestured toward the collage with her mug. “These are all amazing, you know. Is that your parents?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought as much. You look like your mother.”

“I do, I know.” Sadness flashed through his eyes. “She died four years ago.”

“Oh, Ray… I’m sorry.”

“I wish she could see this. She nagged me for years to get married, but hated the idea of my marrying Cassie. She thought Cassie was nowhere near good enough for her son, or so she liked to tell me.”

Theo brought the mug up to her lips, saying, “I’d have to agree with your mother. She wasn’t,” before taking a sip.

“Yeah, well, telling me that didn’t make me go out and break things off with her, you know. But,” his eyes softened as his hand came to rest on her thigh, “I think she wouldn’t have found you lacking, love. In fact, she’d probably have thought it great fun that I married an American woman. And you’d have won her over in a heartbeat. She liked strong women. She was strong women. She and my dad split up when I was twelve and she raised me on her own.”

“Sounds familiar. And I wish I could have met her. I’d like to thank her for you.”

“I like to think she knows.”

“You think there’s something else out there,” Theo wiggled her fingers at him, “out there, beyond the veil?”

“Some days I do and some, I don’t. Like, she knows I’ve found you, and I’m happy with you.” As he spoke, he trailed his fingers higher up along her thigh. “But, she doesn’t know the things that go through my head when I see you dressed like this, or the things I want to do to you when I see you dressed like this, no matter how tired I am.”

Her entire body went warm at the invitation in his deep voice, at the gentle swish of his fingertips along her inner thigh. “It’s probably best if she doesn’t know those things,” she concurred, fighting to keep the sigh from her voice. “I think she’d like me less if she thought I’d led her little boy astray.”

“Probably.”

“So, let’s not go into any details until we’re sure she’s not around.”

“Sneak around like teenagers?” He winked. “I can do that.”

“You’re nuts, you know that?”

He chuckled, then rose and leaned in to brush her lips with his, then crouched once more. “There’s so much I want to show you, love.” He slowly eased the chair about so she faced him. “Starting with our boardwalk.”

“Why do I think it will not compare to my boardwalk?”

“Oh, I think it will.”

“Really?”

“You think America has the market cornered on crazy?” He shook his head. “You’ll see.”

“Who said anything about crazy? My boardwalk has character.”

“Theo.”

“It does. But, I’m sure yours has all the crazy.”

He smiled. “Why don’t you come back up to bed?”

“I’m awake now. There’s no point.” She sipped her hot chocolate and added, “How long do you think it’ll take before I sound like all of you?”

“Truth? I hope you don’t ever sound like us. I happen to like the way you sound now, you know.” He winked. “Your accent is really very sexy.”

“Oh, now I know you’re lying.”

“I’m not. I love it. You sound as if you could kick anyone’s ass here if they aren’t careful. Badass, I believe is the American word for it?”

She just stared at him. “Are you fucking with me? Because I think you’re fucking with me.”

“I swear to you, love, I am not fucking with you. That’s how you sound to me.” His hand came to rest on her bare thigh. “If you were cold enough to steal my hoodie, why didn’t you put on sweats as well?”

“I wasn’t really cold,” she confessed softly. “I just wanted to wear this. You’re the only thing familiar to me right now, Ray.”

“You feel that lost?”

She nodded slowly. “I do, yeah.”

His eyes softened as he gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. “You’ve only been here a few hours. And I know it’s a huge shock. Believe me, I know. And I know patience isn’t exactly your strong suit, but you have to be patient, Theo.”

“Oh, I know, and I don’t want you to think I don’t want to be here, either. I’m just a baby.”

“You aren’t, either and I don’t think that.” His knees made a strange crackling sound as he stood and drew her up from the chair. “So, come back to bed and I’ll try to think of some way to tire you out.”

She smiled as she slid her arms about his waist and let her head come to rest on his warm chest. “One of those ways that would get me into trouble with your mother?”

With her ear pressed to his chest, his laughter was a low rumble. “Something like that.”

“You know what I’d like?” She craned her neck to peer up at him.

“What’s that, love?”

“To just go up and snuggle. It’s all I really have energy for right now.”

“You sure? I could probably perk you up a little.”

“I’m sure, Ray. It’s been such a long day.”

“You win, love. But, you’ll owe me.”

“Ray!”

“What?”

“Ray.”

“What?”

“Owe you?”

“Well, yeah. Married almost two days and we still haven’t consummated it? That’s got to be against some law somewhere.”

“Ray!”

He smiled and brushed her lips with his once more. “I suppose one more night won’t kill me.”

“That’s mighty big of you, Mr. Levine.” She gazed up at him. “I love you, Ray.”

He smiled. “I know. And I love you back, Theo. Come on, let’s go back to bed so we can… cuddle.”

“It’s not that bad, you know.”

“Can we at least be naked?” he asked with a hint of hopefulness. “Because that means there might be a chance Ray gets some tonight.”

“Ray!”

He grinned as he caught her by the hand and tugged on her arm. “It was worth a shot.”

#richard armitage #stay close #stay close fanfic #fanfic #ray levine #ray levine x oc #romance #friends to lovers #damaged people #healing #love story #some smut

[bludemons]

We're not gonna leave you (Ralvez x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Spencer and Luke are about to miss another birthday of yours because they're called on a case. But what happens when they come home in time?

Warnings: talk about unsub, swear words, depressing thoughts, crying, angst, anxiety, fluff towards the end, Luke and Spencer being idiots

Words: 2.3k

Tagged: @subbyspence @yours-truly-r @mgg-theprettiestboy

(gif credit to @zhuzhubii)

It's your birthday and of course you're alone, again, cause the boys were called away on a case 2 days prior and your mood wasn't the best to say the least... It was the 4th birthday you wanted to celebrate while being in the relationship with the boys but also the third one you were alone cause they were called away to catch some crazy killer. You already had a feeling that you would be alone again and it slowly led you to thinking if Luke and Spencer actually wanted to spend your birthday with you and not in another state. Well it was your home state, again. Every year around your birthday they had a case in your home state.

You had woken up to texts from your family, friends, coworkers and your boyfriends coworkers, from everyone but Luke and Spencer. It made you feel even worse, strengthening the thought you already had: they didn't want to be with you on your birthday. Maybe they didn't want to be with you in general anymore. Deep in your heart you knew that it wasn't the truth but right now you couldn't focus on that. It was your birthday and neither of your boyfriends had texted or called like they usually would. It was the first time in your entire life that Luke forgot your birthday. He always made sure to at least leave you a text, telling you how much he loves you and wishing you the best, already planning on what you'd do to celebrate your birthday when he was away. It was like a punch in your face, no, it was worse than that.

But what you didn't know was that your two boyfriends were on their way home to you, knowing how sad you were when they told you that they had another case or better, the same case as the two years before. It was the same unsub all the years and they took her down a day prior. She started to kill around your birthday but never getting her true target, you. Once Luke and Spencer had looked at the pictures of the victims again, it took them only one look at each other before they ran off to their unit chief. Emily was currently talking to a police officer when she saw the two men running towards her. "Woah boys, slow down. What's going on?", she asked while looking at them trying to figure out what was on their mind. "It's Y/N. The unsubs main target is Y/N", Spencer said, a bit out of breath. "What are you talking about?", Emily asked again. Luke only grabbed her hand, walking towards the conference room where the pictures were. "Look at the pictures Emily. Look at them and tell me that they don't look almost exactly like Y/N", Luke said while looking at his unit chief. And in that moment it hit Emily. The men were right, all the victims looked like you, only slight differences in appearance and they were not only in your home state but most of the murders were in your hometown too, leaving no questions that it had something to do with you. She called the rest of the team into the conference room, telling them what was going on. After that new information, Garcia dug a bit in your life to find anyone who would fit the profile. It only took her about an hour of digging through your past until she was able to find someone who could be the unsub. It was your ex best friend. She was always jealous of you. About the friendship you had with Luke, cause surprise she had a huge crush on him, thinking you were taking him away from her. How everyone liked you. Your healthy and happy family. About the fact that you were able to come out as bisexual and everyone excepting you for who you are. But she didn't only have a crush on Luke, she was in love with you too.

Wanting you to be all hers. She wanted your attention and she hoped she would get them from the murders. Garcia soon found her address, immediately calling her colleagues, telling them what she found. As the team began to get ready, Emily stepped in front of Luke and Spencer. "You're not coming with us", she said sternly. "What?! why?! Of course we are going, it's about Y/N!", Luke exclaimed. "Exactly, it's about your girlfriend. Your girlfriend who's again going to be alone on her birthday so yes, you both do get your asses up but only to fly back home to your lover girl with the next flight. We've got this and we're gonna update you as soon as we have news. Got it?", she looked at the men with a raised brow. Luke and Spencer both nodded, taking off their vests, grabbing their stuff, quickly saying goodbye to the rest of the team and driving to the airport, hopping on the next plane, on their way back home to you.

"Do you think she's going to be mad at us?", Spencer asked his boyfriend as they finally found their seats and sat down. Luke shrugged, he really didn't know. "I don't know Spence... I don't know if she's going to be mad at us but I know that she's sad. We definitely need to make it up to her with every little thing we can give", Luke had turned towards the man beside him. Spencer sighed, knowing that Luke was right. They both fucked up, again. It was already hard to make up for last year's birthday but knowing that you thought that they would miss another one, broke both their hearts. It wasn't a long flight ,at least not for them and after 4 hours they were back in Quantico, quickly making their way back to your apartment.

Yeah, maybe the case was a hard one but the other team members found time to text you, even rossi did so and he had never, never texted you before. Ignoring every text and call you got, especially Penelope's, leaving most people on read, you put down all the blinds in your apartment, shutting down any form of light, you just wanted to drown in the dark, letting the bad thoughts take over. So you went into the bathroom and curled up in the bathtub. Yes, the bathtub and not the bed. You felt like any kind of comfort wasn't what you needed right now. So you laid there, slowly opening the drain until the lukewarm water started to drench your clothes. You didn't even notice that you started to cry until you felt a warm tear falling onto your hand. Knowing the tears wouldn't stop any time soon, you just let them run down your cheeks, your body starting to shake as you began to sob. The thoughts finally really set in. Your two boyfriends, the loves of your life, forgot your birthday and probably didn't want to be in a relationship with you anymore.

You were slowly starting to fall asleep in the already cold water, tired from the tears that still streamed down your face and the sobs that wrecked your entire body. But before you were able to completely close your eyes, you heard keys jiggle in the hole of the front door. You couldn't care less, you didn't move one muscle, just accepting the fact that if it was a robber or murderer that this was your time. You didn't have the strength to fight or even open your eyes when you heard footsteps coming your way. "Luke?", Spencer quietly asked the man who stood beside him. Luke hummed in response. "We really fucked up bad this time", Spencer's eyes were starting to get glossy as he heard your sobs. Luke sighed, looking at his boyfriend and then at the open bathroom door. "I know baby, I know", he took Spencer's hand in his, softly rubbing his thumb across the back of his boyfriend's hand, "but we're gonna make it up to her, okay? We're gonna take some days off, going on a vacation, making sure to show her how much we love her and how much she means to us", Luke said quietly as he looked at spencer. The other man nodded, exactly knowing what he meant with the last part, and looked towards the bathroom again. Luke took this chance and slowly walked towards the door, taking Spencer with him.

"Y/N sweetheart?", Luke quietly asked into the dark of the bathroom. You had tried to stop sobbing as soon as you heard the hushed voices of your boyfriends, but they heard them anyway. "Can we come in?", you heard Spencer ask you. You only sniffled, not able to form words in your current state. Luke wordlessly told Spencer to put on the lights in the living room, not overwhelming you with the brightness of the bathroom lights. As soon as Luke was able to lay his eyes on you, his heart broke into a million pieces, the same as Spencer's when he came back to stand beside him. They both took in the sight in front of them. You were laying in the bathtub, wearing one of Luke's shirts and one of Spencer's boxers. Tears brimming in both of their eyes as Luke was the first one to approach you, carefully and slowly kneeling down beside the tub.

Before he turned himself to you, he looked at Spencer once again. "Baby can you go and grab some clean and dry clothes and make us a tea?", he asked him. Spencer nodded slightly before turning on his heels, determined to get you the comfiest clothes he could find before bringing them back to the bathroom and heading towards the kitchen. Once he made his way there he started to boil the water, putting in a tea bag of your favorite teas in your three matching mugs. While Spencer was making you all a cup of tea and preparing some snacks, Luke slowly took one of your hands in his, making you look up at him, a small genuine smile on his face.

He knew that you weren't able to form a word right now so he decided to just ask you "yes or no" questions, making it as easy as possible for you. "Why don't we get you out of the tub, huh sweetheart? Do you think I can drain the water?", his voice as soft as it could be. You nodded, slightly tugging on his hand. You wanted to feel him closer. Knowing what you wanted, Luke pulled out the plug to let the water out of the tub, moving a bit closer, putting both of his big hands on the sides of your face. "We're so sorry bub, we really are. We're gonna explain everything, I promise but now let's get you all dry and in comfy clothes again. Does that sound good?", he asked again. Earning another nod from you as your eyes glanced up at Spencer who was standing in the door, looking at Luke and you with all the love in his eyes.

Luke stood up slowly which caused you to whimper, gripping his hand even more, not wanting to lose his contact. "Shh bub, I'm not going anywhere, I was just standing up so I can help you out okay?" Luke was pulling you up with him so you were standing on your shaking legs, barely able to hold your weight yourself, but luckily Luke was there to hold you. He carefully lifted you out, still holding you when he placed your feet to the floor, nodding his head towards spencer. He walked into the bathroom, carefully removing the cold, wet and heavy clothes from your still shaking figure. As soon as Spencer had you stripped out of your clothes he wrapped a towel around you, carefully drying you up. Both of your boyfriends were whispering small encouragements. Luke always told you what a good girl you are, how much he loves you, how he could never even think about leaving you, telling you that you were the love of his life (of course Spencer too). When it came to Spencer he always rambled about how it wasn't physically possible to love someone as much as he loves the both of you, always rambling small facts about love and your favorite interests.

As soon as you were back in one of Luke's hoodies and one of Spencer's checkered pyjama pants and some fuzzy socks (mismatching as it has to be), the two men led you over to the couch. Spencer had lit up every single candle he found in the apartment, making the living room feel all cozy and not too bright. Once all of you were sitting down, you snuggled up with Luke. "We're really sorry that we weren't here on your last birthday but we can explain it, we really can. It may sound crazy but it's the truth. and of course we didn't forget your birthday sweetheart, as soon as we knew who the unsub was, we took the next flight and came home. We love you with all of our heart and we promise you and we're never going to miss another birthday of yours. We planned on taking some days off, going on vacation, just the three of us. how does that sound bub?", it was Spencer who was speaking this time and instead of a nod, they actually got a real answer. "I-I'd really like that", your voice was just a whisper, still a bit sore from all the crying. Spencer and Luke both smiled as they each kissed one of your cheeks.

This was the moment a small smile was finally creeping its way on your lips. the fact that both your men were home, on your birthday, taking care of you, planning on going on a vacation, was all it took to overshadow the dark thoughts in your mind.

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[dragon-kazansky]

Til death do us part | Helmut Zemo

Bodyguard AU! 🕶

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 7

It had been a week since Zemo had visited you in hospital. You had been out of action for, what felt like, forever now. It wasn't until you weren't on duty any more that he really began to notice your absence.

It dawned on him that he was missing you. He couldn't work out why. Zemo was aware he was rude to you when you first arrived. He didn't think you had it in you to do your job, but you quickly proved him wrong.

He was glad about that.

As he sat in the hotel room, Clint standing by the door, his mind could only think of you. The TV he had turned on was long forgotten.

Any day now you should be released from the hospital and back on duty. Perhaps he could request to have you stationed with him more often. He could make it out to be that he wants to make it up to you.

But then you would be at risk again. He didn't want that.

It hadn't left his mind. Sometimes when he lay down at night he could still hear the gunshot. He would open his eyes and see you slumped over in the middle of the road again, cradling your shoulder as it bled.

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

Everytime he thought about it his heart would plummet and his stomach would churn. It made him feel so sick.

Yes, you had done your job, but he hated it. He hated how you got hurt protecting him. Yes, he had hired you for that purpose, but he hated it.

Helmut was aware something had changed in him. Maybe it was the bravery you showed that day. Maybe it was the way you had yelled at him, perhaps shaking some sense into him. Maybe it was the way that those bullets had been intended for him and you took the shots instead.

They wanted him dead and you had paid the price for it.

He sighs as he gazes at the clock. Every second felt like it had been stretched out. An hour felt like a day at this point.

Helmut was desperate to hear news of you.

He wanted to see you.

He missed you.

Your friends missed you. He could see it on their faces as they switched out with each other. They were all thinking of you.

He was thinking of you.

Actually, why was he spending so much time thinking about you? He couldn't understand why he was missing you so much.

He checked the clock again and continued to mentally scold himself.

When would they discharge you?

Would you need picking up?

It was safe for him to go out now, even if he did still have to be wary. Maybe he could pick you up?

Would you want him to?

He wanted to.

He was doing it again. He groaned, annoyed at himself for letting you stay on his mind so much. He should know better.

Clint stared at the Baron with furrowed brows. He spent the last half hour watching the man look at the clock, run a hand through his hair, groan in annoyance, sigh, and get angry over practically nothing.

He couldn't work the Baron out.

Steve knocked on the door. Clint turned his gaze away from the other man and opened the door, letting Steve in.

Helmut turned his head the moment he heard the knocking. For just a second he was filled with hope that it was you returning to work.

The empty feeling he felt when his eyes landed on Steve didn't go away.

"You can go, Clint, I'll take over for a bit."

Clint nods and leaves, probably to his room to take a break.

Zemo looks at Steve expectantly.

Steve takes up the position Clint had been in before by the door. He looks at the Baron and puts on a polite business smile.

"You'll be flown out back to Sokovia tonight. We will see to it you get home safely. Your plane is being prepared as we speak. You should gather your things so we may leave quickly."

Those weren't the words he had wanted to hear, but a part of him was glad he was going home after what happened.

He had been here longer than intended.

"Very well. Will your friend be meeting us at the airport, or are we fetching them along the way?"

He would at least see you on the plane.

"Well, neither, sir. You mean Y/N, yes? They are currently awaiting their flight to New York."

"Pardon?" He narrowed his gaze on Steve.

"Y/N was discharged this morning. A flight back to New York had been organised and they were clear to go. Y/N is returning to our headquarters."

"Whatever for?" He asks.

"They were removed from the assignment to allow time to heal at home. Our boss, Mr. Stark wishes to help them get back into the job with less dangerous assignments for a while," Steve explained, though not sure why he was doing so.

"And they agreed to this?"

"Yes."

Helmut's gaze falls to the floor. He was confused. He was... sad.

Was this because of the way he had treated you? Yes, that would make sense. Of course you wouldn't want to be around him.

He looks away from Steve.

In the blink of an eye, his previous cold and confident persona returns. He holds his head up and stands. He adjusts the cuffs of his shirt and turns back to Steve. He now looked more like the Baron he was that first day they met him in Sokovia.

"I'll get my things," his voice was cold.

Steve just nods and watches with his eyes as the Baron slips into his bedroom and gets his things.

Steve was confused. He updated the others on the Baron packing his things, and then he waited.

Behind the closed bedroom door, Zemo stood there for a moment.

Why did it hurt him to know you weren't coming back?

He glares at the wall ahead of him and takes a deep breath. It really shouldn't matter to him. He shouldn't care so much.

He marches over to his bed, grabs his suitcase and packs everything. He just wanted to go home at this point.

You would be off his mind in a few days, he was sure.

Meanwhile, you had just boarded your plane. You had a window seat. Your eyes cast out. The plane hadn't taken off yet. Somewhere in that city was the Baron. You felt proud of yourself for what you had done, but you had hoped for another chance to prove yourself. Though you think you may have done that successfully. He did visit you after all.

You sigh softly.

You weren't about to argue with your boss. Stark would be waiting to greet you back at headquarters. You would train up and take another, smaller, job. Even if leaving this one worried you.

The fact is that someone out there was leading a group of people who wanted the Baron dead. You had no idea why, or if they would stop. They had seen an opportunity and took it.

Not that you could do anything now.

The pilot made the announcement they were preparing for take off. The crew did all their final checks.

You gazed out of the window.

It was time to put the Baron out of your mind and move onto the next job.

If only it would be so easy.

Two hours later Helmut Zemo was boarding his plane. He had packed, checked out, and been driven to the airport. He had heard Steve confirm to the others you were airborne.

You were on your way back to New York.

He didn't care to acknowledge the others as he was escorted out of the hotel. His cold and rude persona returned, perhaps worse than before.

His mood was sour and he could only put it down to your absence. Even when you weren't here physically, you were irritating him. This only made him feel all the more bad because of how he treated you.

He looked out of the window at the cloud filled sky.

What he didn't know at this moment of time was that when he arrived in Sokovia, an idea would strike him. One that may allow him the chance to make it up to you, assuming you accept.

He just had to get home first.

Two planes currently in the air, going different directions to different destinations, but both containing people who were missing each other, though they didn't realise just how much yet.

They were going to be long trips.

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