#so my breakfast routine got compressed

[konigsluvr]

Omg thanks so much for getting back on my request so fast! The NSFW bit was a nice bonus 😏 tsk got me simping more on this man

Yes 6 months ago way peak Avatar, there was an endless supply of fics to binge but the past 2 months it's dwindled down a lot huh

Can i request more König HC if that's okay, but about his domestic preferences. Like his morning routine, his fave food, how he likes his coffee, his fashion sense etc

Thanks, and no rush! Take care x

I'm so glad you guys liked my recent headcanons, I was nervous it wasn't gonna get any attention but the amount of reposts and likes warmed my heart smmmmm<33 and I miss avatar so much, I've been deep in the cod stuff that I haven't read anything about avatar in agessss. Anyways here is könig headcanons, domestic version (sorry I took so long xx). Reblogs are highly appreciate <33

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König Headcanons pt2

Includes: König being a cutie at home.

☆ his bed is probably in his top 3 favourite things in life. Like they would be 1: You, 2: you again, 3: his bed. Like there's nothing better than coming home from a long and stressful mission and finding you sleeping in his queensized bed. You make sure to wash the bed for when he comes home so he has the best nights sleep. You'd hear him let out a relieved sigh when he gets in bed and cuddles with you. Nothing better.

☆ I picture him as a morning person. It's just way more peaceful, calm, and bright. Plus, whenever he sleeps in, he feels a tad bit guilty due to "wasting" seeing a beautiful morning.

☆ the type of man that shuts his blinds in the evening, makes his home cosier and he feels a lot safer and private.

☆ he wears those compression shirts at the gym or when he's training at base... omg I'm just imagining how beefy he looks.

☆ black coffee, he probably likes the bitter taste but will probably switch to a more milky coffee once you convince him that its just way better. Probably won't take any sugars because he will be scared it will ruin his godly physique.

☆ for breakfast, he eats cereal because most of the time he can't be bothered cooking as soon as he wakes up. Sometimes he'll forget but you'll always be there to make sure he eats <33

☆ I'm sorry, I gotta include this. Apple juice>orange juice. You two have definetly had a heated debate on which one is better but he won, of course.

☆ könig probably won't leave the house much, if he does it's just for a small walk around his neighbourhood or in the park, and going grocery shopping.

☆ he would like to be comfy so wearing a hoodie or a jumper suits him and on a good day he'll wear his jeans, but mostly just joggers. (Grey Joggers *wink wink*)

☆ if you two are going out to a fancy dinner, he'll try to dress up for you but you tell him its fine as you don't want him to feel too causcious or vulnerable in public.

☆ fave food... I actually have no idea. He enjoys a good steak, especially if it's cooked by you :))

☆ he's a good cook, he can chef up a really good meal if he's in the mood. If you can cook better than him, he wouldn't even be mad. He would find it really attractive and would just watch you from the kitchen counter or stand right behind you looking over your shoulder, watching you cook. And if you burn something by mistake he'll either prevent it from happening before you even notice or he was too distracted by you and would laugh and tell you it's okay, and convince you he likes it a little crispy to make you feel better.

☆ his home probably didn't have much things lying around, such as decorations and random objects, but as soon as you moved in, you made it more homely with your random makeup there or your dropped clothing here. He's a tidy person but wouldn't be mad if you forget to put something away, he would most likely just leave it there in case you need it again later on or remind you kindly that it's there.

☆ movie nightssssss!! Imagine cuddling up with König on a Friday night when you two can't be bothered going out for a drink at the bar. You both choose a movie line up for the night, go out and buy some of your favourite snacks, get your most cosy blankets and share them together. Goals. Literal goals.

Sorry this pretty short. Have a lovely day and take care of yourself xxx

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[domiforpresident]

Love to hate you, hate to love you ♡

|| Part 2

Paring: fem!blackreaderxRiriwillams

Summary: You and Riri have to work on an assessment together after school. Riri constantly tried to put up walls when around you, but you were willing to break them down. Though, Eventually she let them down for you.

Word count: 3.4k+

Warnings: slightly mean!riri, cursing, a little Riri angst (broke my heart to write fr)

This is briefly proof read so bare with me if there's any errors

Divider creds: @firefly-graphics

Dialog color coding: Riri, y/n, Maya, Riri’s Girlfriend

Tag list: @oceean @kya-rose @shahanaazsoumah @ririnator (if you wanna be tagged just lmk)

It had been a few weeks since you first encountered Riri. You couldn’t do your daily routine without thinking about her. You thought about her while in the shower and she even haunted you in your sleep. The only two places you thought you could escape the chokehold she had you in, she easily invaded. You barely even knew the girl but she was the only thing on your mind 24/7. Your notion to get back on Riri’s good side was still a priority of yours. You just didn’t know how to put it into motion. Riri had been skipping classes for the past few weeks. When you did see Riri The most interaction you had with her was when she would give you quick glance’s that came to an end as soon as she realized you were looking back. Today you hoped Riri would actually show up to class. You doubted she would though. Regardless, you got ready for the day like you usually do. You did your hair in twists, then did your edges. Next you put on a grey graphic sweater with light brown embroidered words on it, tan cargo pants, and your Jordan 1 dark mocha’s. You grabbed your tote bag and headed out the door, you would’ve eaten breakfast but you were too eager to see if Riri was going to show up to class today.

You were now walking down the halls headed to your class. You saw Riri’s girlfriend while turning a corner. This wasn’t anything new though you saw her quite often. But this time something was different, she looked worried, and she was coming your way. For god knows what you thought, maybe she had somehow found out you were plotting on her Girlfriend. Maybe she wanted to compliment your outfit, whatever it was you were anxiously anticipating what she was about to say to you.

“Hey y/n i was just wondering have you seen Riri” she muttered out fighting tears.

You thought to yourself how does she know my name if I’ve never spoken to her. In that moment though, the only thing you genuinely cared about was Riri’s well being.

“No, I haven't seen her yet, is she ok?” you asked.

“Yes she’s fine it’s just- never mind. If you do see her, let her know I just wanna talk to her.” Riri’s Girlfriend said while choking on her words a little as she walked away.

You remained standing there for a few seconds trying to brainstorm on what could’ve possibly happened as to where, Riri's Girlfriend would be fighting tears and asking where Riri was at. As well as why out of all people did she decide to ask you. At the end of the day It wasn’t your relationship issues, and even though she did tell you to let her know if you saw Riri you didn’t plan on doing so. You wanted a few moments with Riri to yourself. She would probably see Riri later on in the day anyway so you wouldn’t be hurting anyone by withholding that information you thought. you still needed to get to class so you headed down the halls once more.

Finally you had reached your destination, Now you were about to find out if Riri had skipped class again or if she was sitting in her designated seat right behind you. To your surprise there she was sitting down with air pods in. Riri had gotten her hair done in cornrows going straight back. She had on a black and white flannel, a white crop top that compressed to her body and revealed her abs, along with some baggy blue jeans that sat right on her waistline and a pair of black and white Jordan 4’s. You immediately perked up now knowing that she came to class today. You thought to yourself maybe today would be the day you could finally put your plan into motion.

You walked through the door with a big smile on your face and slid into your seat. The class was kind of chatty because your professor had stepped out for a second. You saw that as an opportunity to speak Riri and you took it.

“Hey Riri” you said with a small smile.

Riri ignored you. You thought it was because she couldn’t hear you over whatever she was listening to so you knocked on her desk. Lightly enough not to startle her but aggressive enough to get her attention.

"Huh?” Riri said as she took one of her air pods out her ear.

“Hey Riri” you said again with the same small smile in a sweet tone.

“What do you want that’s so important, that you had to interpret my music” Riri bluntly questioned.

“Well we do sit next to each other Riri, and you fr wanna go the whole year being rude to the person you’re sitting right behind??” you sighed out.

“So you didn’t have shit important to tell me. Made me cut off my music for nothing” Riri spat out at you.

“You should at least try to hold a normal conversation with me Riri, I’m gonna be here for the rest of the year. It wouldn’t hurt you to make a friend.” You said, trying your best to convince Riri to talk to you.

“and you should try to get off my-“

Before Riri could finish her sentence your professor walked in. She was still looking at you though. Instead of a look of irritation, She was looking into your eyes With that treacherous smirk on her face. At this point you couldn’t tell if Riri loved or hated you. She was so evil to you every time you and her talked and acted as if she hated you. But that smirk, her god awful Smirk said otherwise.

Your stomach was doing backflips and you felt yourself starting to blush. If you held eye contact with Riri any longer you knew you would say something to embarrass yourself so you turned around in your seat before you could. Riri let out a low chuckle. You were probably the only person who heard it. You thought her smirk was bad. But her laugh was worse, it made you feel like you were about to melt. It was so light and airy but so attractive at the same time.

“Ok guys we’re gonna be working on a project for the next few days, and you will be pairing up with your neighbors.”

Your professor then went on to further explain the assessment to the class. You were attentively listening, hoping to distract yourself from the way Riri made you feel. You knew that you liked Riri a lot, but nobody had ever made you flustered. It’s as if she knew ever button of yours to push. Riri got on your nerves, all while making you get butterflies in the same instance.

It was the end of class now and you needed to know where you and Riri were going to study. You turned around to face Riri again.

“So Riri…do you wanna study in my dorm or yours??” you asked her.

“My dorm. I don’t know what you got going on at yours.” Riri muttered the last part a little as if what she said had some underlying meaning.

“Well you’re gonna have to give me your number Riri, so i know what time to come over.” You explained.

“I don’t have to do anything. Maybe you should just read my mind and figure out when I’ll be ready to study ma.” She said mockingly as she threw that nick name at you again.

You found it corny coming from anyone else, but when Riri’s Chicago accent laced it, it sounded so smooth. However You were a soldier and you weren’t going to let Riri watch you fold that easily. Not yet.

“Riri I’m being serious” You picked up your phone. “put your number in my phone so i can text you when I’m on the way, and you can give me instructions to your dorm.” You spoke sternly trying to get your point across, and stand your ground.

“Hand me the phone y/n” Riri said as she rolled her eyes.

You handed her the phone and she put her number in it, then handed it back to you.

“Don’t try to come over after 10 though, My girlfriend is supposed to be coming over.” Riri said in a timid and exhausted tone.

You wanted to ask if she was ok, but you didn’t want to pry at her relationship problems, and risk the friendship with her that was slowly forming.

“Ok Riri that works for me, all i know is you better open the door when i get there.” You joked with Riri because you knew how rude she could be sometimes.

“I should keep yo ass locked out just for saying that” she joked back. In that low giggle that drove you insane.

“I’ll see you later Riri.” You laughed while walking out the door. Now walking in the hall’s, all you could picture was Riri’s low giggle, and how it danced off her tongue so smoothly.

You just made it back to your dorm. It was the end of the day now, all your classes were over. To your pleasant surprise, your best friend was there sitting on one of the beanbag chairs y’all had in the corner of your dorm. It’s been a while since you got a moment to talk to your bestie after she started spending the night over her boyfriend's apartment regularly. You needed a moment to catch up with her. So you dropped your tote bag on your bed and plopped down in the beanbag chair right next to her.

“Hey y/n, girl i was just about to text you and let you know i was here. I feel like we haven’t talked in forever.” Maya said while reminiscing on the conversation’s that you and her used to have.

“Maya so much has happened the past couple of weeks.” You began to explain. “You didn’t lie Riri’s lil butt is mean. I think that's one of the reasons why I like her.”

“You think you like Riri?? Need i remind you she has a gf." Maya tried warning you once again.

“I don’t think I know I like her. She’s literally all I think about, even if I wanted to stop thinking about her, I couldn't.” You tried to clarify.

“Well are you gonna shoot your shot or what? If you like her as much as you say you do, act on it girl.”your best friend tried to encourage you.

“Well it’s not that easy maya, I’m trying to build somewhat of a friendship with Riri. especially when thinking about the fact that the first time she spoke to me, she was yelling at me for scuffing her shoes.” You covered you face with your hand and blushed while saying the last part.

“You scuffed her shoes??” Maya couldn’t help but laugh.

“It wasn’t on purpose.” You blushed while laughing.

“Aww you really do like Riri huh??” Maya asked.

“I really do maya, and tonight I’m going to Riri’s dorm to work on an assessment with her.” You stated while smiling.

Your mind had now gone to the idea of being closer to Riri than what you usually were. You and her would possibly be inches apart, maybe even less than that. Riri was Making you nervous and she wasn’t even present.

Maya then got up from her bean bag chair. “Well good luck y/n I’ll talk to you later, and you better tell me how it goes with Riri.” Maya demanded in a playful manner.

Maya was now gone, probably at her boyfriends apartment. You were getting ready to go study at Riri’s dorm. You freshened up and took your hair out of the twist you put them in earlier today, and let your long thick 4-c hair fall to the middle of your back in a twist out. You now had on a white tank top, black sweatpants and your black converse. You texted Riri and let her know you were on the way to her dorm. When she texted you the directions, to your shock Riri lived right down the hall from you. So why hadn’t you seen her even if she wasn’t going to class? You had to save your thoughts for later though because now you were at Riri’s door. you knocked and she opened it.

“Hey Riri” you said while smiling. You were excited to see her and overjoyed that she opened the door the first time you knocked.

She had changed out of the clothes she had on in class and changed into a black wife beater, and black sweat shorts.

There was a moment of silence. She hit you with her extreme, and intoxicating eye contact again.

“So yo ass just gon stand outside all night, or you gon come in?” Riri grinned while giving you space to walk through the door.

You walked in her dorm. You would be lying to yourself if you said you thought Riri was going to properly invite you in. she welcomed you into her dorm without something extremely snarky to say. In your eyes that was progress.

“You can sit on the bed, I already started working, if you need help on anything I can explain it to you.” Riri told you.

For the first time Riri didn’t have something snarky to say to you. She genuinely wanted to get her work done. It’s not like she was in a rush though. When you sat down on her bed you saw she was practically done with the assessment. So why did she still invite you over, you thought to yourself.

Riri walked over to her bed and sat down right across from you, you and her notes were the only thing separating y’all. As you and Riri got to work you realized that you both work very well together, when she’s not trying to be rude to you.

An hour had passed, you and Riri were finishing your assessment, along the way you and her cracked a few joke's. As you and her were laughing a knock came from the outside of Riri’s door.

“Hold on y/n let me see who it is” Riri said as she looked at the door confused.

“Alright, don’t take too long though I’m starting to get sleepy, and we need to finish up.” You said as you smiled at Riri as she walked to the door.

You couldn’t help but be nosy and try to see who was knocking on Riri’s door at this time of night. It was a man. Specifically a white man. What the hell was a white man doing outside of Riri’s dorm room, especially at night!? You thought to yourself.

“I thought I told you not to come to my door anymore. If you want something done you gotta go to the website.” Riri said in an irritated voice.

Before the white boy could say anything else she slammed the door on his face. You couldn’t help yourself at this point you had to ask Riri what that was about.

“Who was that, your friend or something??” You asked.

“Nah just a customer” she put air quotations around the word customer, so now you were even more confused.

“Customer for what??” You asked once more.

“You came here to study, not be all up in my business” She argued.

“Oh come on Riri, we been playing and laughing this whole time. Now you wanna be rude again??” You rebutted.

You saw Riri break a little in that moment, she semi let down her walls for you.

“So basically…” Riri began. “I do people’s assignments and assessments, for a price of course. I make pretty good money off of it too.” She explained. “I figured, the work is mad easy for me so while I’m here i might as well get something out of it.” She added.

“No I get that, especially when thinking about the fact that you’re a black queer woman operating in a mainly white space, it wouldn’t hurt to have some extra money on the side.” you agreed.

“Exactly, these white people lucky to have me, not the other way around.” Riri proclaimed.

“Don’t say that too loud, they might hear you and come to get you, because god forbid a black woman have confidence in her intelligence.” You joked.

Riri was starting to blush. You were validating her experiences which no one had ever done for her before. It was definitely a sight you could, and planned to get used to.

“I’m glad you invited me over Riri, it was nice studying with you.” You said as you packed up your things.

“I guess it wasn’t unbearable to study with you either y/n.” She said with a subtle smile on her face.

Riri wasn’t smirking at you, she was actually smiling at you?? you managed to make Riri smile.

“Good night Riri” you smiled back while rolling your eyes and walking out her door.

You had made real progress with Riri today, you actually made her smile. Not only was she smiling but she was smiling at you. The sight melted your heart.

You were back at your dorm now, you Changed out of your sweatpants, and into some pajama shorts. As You were laying down in your bed drifting off to sleep, you got an unexpected text from Riri.

"Can I come over? I know it's late but I really need someone to talk to."

"Yeah of course Riri" you texted her back. If anyone else asked your immediate answer would've been no, but with Riri it was different.

You didn’t know what to expect when Riri got to your dorm. It was late as hell. What could Riri possibly want to talk about?

It had been 5 minutes since Riri texted you and you heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, to your shock Riri’s eyes were puffy and red. She had tears falling down her cheeks. You instinctively pulled Riri into a hug.

"Oh my God Riri what the hell happened." You asked in a concerned tone as you walked Riri over to your bed.

"Um- my…my girlfriend came over and we started arguing really bad, it got mad heated." Riri whispered as she barely got her words out.

"Riri calm down, take your time." You soothed her while rubbing her back.

"Whenever we're arguing she takes the lowest blows at me, and I don't know what I did or do to-"

You immediately cut Riri off.

"Riri, she's supposed to be your significant other, the person that's your peace. If she's going out of her way to make you feel bad about yourself then that's not your fault. Don't ever think it is." You said wholeheartedly.

All Riri could do was slightly smile at you. The real reason she chose to come to your dorm is because she knew that you would validate her feelings about the situation. With the short time shes known you she took note that you valued how she felt, and You genuinely cared about her.

"I really do appreciate that y/n." Riri said as she embraced you in a hug.

"It's the truth Riri, you should be with someone who respects you and doesn't make you feel this way." You told Riri.

"Y/n do you mind if I stay here for the night, I don't want to deal with her ass anymore for now." Riri asked.

You took Riris cheek into your hand and rubbed it gently.

"Of course you can my love" You lightly giggled as you answered.

Riri had eventually calmed down after talking for a little bit longer. When you and her laid down She nuzzled her head under your chin and sat it on your chest. You didn't position Riri to do it, she just did it. You could've sat there forever just soaking in the moment, you were on cloud 9. You couldn't understand why Riri decided to texted you and only you in her time of need but she did. She found security in you.

The next morning Riri was gone. She sent you a text before she left that read,

"I genuinely appreciate what you did for me last night y/n."

As you read it You were still high off the fact that Riri was nuzzled up under you. It was the next day but your heart was still racing a little. Riri made you feel a way no one else could. Whenever you thought about her you cheesed so hard your face started to hurt. Today's challenge was figuring out what last night Meant for you and Riri’s relationship. She had a girlfriend but it was extremely obvious that their relationship wasn't healthy. You also weren't too fond of the idea of being a rebound. You cared for Riri too much for your own good and You needed her like oxygen.

It broke my heart having to hurt Riri a little, but I hope yall enjoyed 😭💙, also this is gonna be a mini series so probably like 4 or 5 parts it really depends.

#mcu riri williams #riri x black!reader #riri black panther #riri is my wife #riri x y/n #shuriri #riri williams #mcu fanfiction #lgbtq #black sapphic #leabian #fanfic #i love mean women #i can most definitely handle all that #Riri is secretly a big ole softie

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Day two of @serennedyweek : T4T!!

This isn’t nsfw but I hope it still counts!!!!! It’s just pure tooth-rotting fluff chendhendhsndj

Fic under cut!!

Luis flipped the pancakes slowly cooking on the hot pan with a flick of his wrist, shimmying them around the edges until they lay flat again. The morning sun creeping through the windowsill basked the eggs and cooked pancakes at his side in a picturesque glow, looking far too domestic for Luis’ liking.

He hummed along to the tune in his head, tapping his heels every so often as he slipped the third pancake onto the plate next to him. Luis could almost get completely lost in his mind, with the pattern of flipping pancakes becoming routine. But his thoughts were broken when he suddenly heard a loud, thud thud thud coming from the staircase.

“¡Buenos días mí amor!”

Luis turned the stove off to turn around and face Leon, who was making his way down the stairs with a tired, bleary look on his face. Luis smiled, watching Leon rub the sleep out of his eyes, blinking like a newborn deer.

It’d been three or so days since Leon had finally gotten Top Surgery, and similar to when Luis was rescued from Spain; he was basically keeping a constant eye on his lover. The first couple days were especially noteworthy, as even though Luis had told Leon about every single small thing to expect when coming out of Top Surgery, he could tell Leon was still not used to his movements being so restricted. And being constantly sore and achey.

“ Mornin’,” Leon groaned, his voice gravelly and low. Luis took mental note of his partners Compression Binder, which Leon was absentmindedly scratching at.

“Your voice sounds so sexy when you first wake up, cariño”

“ Ssshuddup” Leon grumbled at his partners teasing, struggle to hold back a smile while Luis giggled at his own bad joke. Luis didn't even notice at first when Leon wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his face in the back of his long hair. Luis leaned back a little, smiling

“How’re you feeling?”

“ Bad” was all Leon could say while muffled under his hair. Luis chuckled,

“I’m assuming you mean physically?”

“Yeah. Of coarse. Like obviously I’m excited to see my chest when this is all off, but…”

“You’re sore?”

Leon just signed, and Luis could feel his nose pressed up against his neck.

“I’m sore and I’m constantly aching and I feel like I’ve been smacked against a wall fifteen times”

“Haven’t you actually been smacked against a wall fifteen times before?”

Luis heard Leon grunt from behind him, clearly trying not to laugh at his poor attempt at a joke.

“lo siento, lo siento. It’s just too easy to tease you,” he leaned his head back to rest it on top of Leons, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Nothing else hurts though, no? No sharp pains?”

He could feel Leon shake his head in confirmation. “No. I just really wanna get this binder off. I got the damn surgery so I’d never have to wear one again ”

Luis let out what could only be described as a huff of air through his nose, leaning his arm back semi-awkwardly to scratch at his partners head.

“Do you need anything else, though?”

He could feel Leon hugging him tighter. Confirming his answer wordlessly.

“ Oh, Mi corazón, you just want a hug, huh?” Leon nodded. Luis felt bad for having to pry him off of his waist, with the blonde still clinging to him like a koala. He made a small noise of complaint, giving Luis the biggest most saddest kicked-puppy-dog eyes he’d ever seen in his entire life. He knew he’d have to bargain for his forgiveness.

“How about this,” Luis started, turning around to face Leon

“I serve you up breakfast, and then I can massage your poor-sore back for as long as you want. Deal?”

At the mention of ‘breakfast’, Leon’s eyes widened, adjacent to that of a dog hearing it’s favorite word.

“You cooked me breakfast?”

“Who did you think this was all for?” Luis waved his spatula over the countertop to highlight the food being served up. There was easily enough for two people, but Luis knew Leon ate like a teenage boy before and after his T-Shots.

Leon furrowed his eyebrows, “ Luis, seriously hun, you didint have to do all that for me..”

“Shush, Leon, I wanted to” Luis gave him a peck on the nose. “It’s not often I get to treat you like this”

Before Leon can object, a plate full of fresh eggs, bacon and a side of pancakes were shoved into his chest. “Now go eat this before it gets cold, ve, ve,” he shooed him to the table, following suit not long after tidying the countertop.

Luis was being honest; it wasn’t often he got to fully treat Leon like this. In-between missions and other ridiculous government requests, they’d often talked about domesticality and what their future together might look like. Luis, at least, liked to picture himself pampering Leon more often than he did now. Díos mío, he really was becoming a Househusband, wasn't he?

For a little bit, the two of them ate in silence. But that was mostly just because Leon took to shoveling his breakfast in his mouth like it was his last meal. Luis found it oddly charming. Resting his chin against his hand, he looked at his partner with a teasing, dreamy look. “ Oh mí muñeco, what on earth did you eat before you met me?”

Leon actually stopped chewing to consider his answer for a moment, before swallowing and responding, “Uh, I dunno, maybe like.. two minute noodles? Toast? Whatever was in the cupboard. Nothing like what you make me”

The Spaniard couldn’t help but bark a laugh, covering his mouth. “ Díos mío how did you not die?!”

“Well! In my defense! I’d usually go over to Chris or Claire’s after a mission!! They always had food in the fridge for me” Leon shoveled another fork-full of eggs into his mouth before he could dig his own grave any further. Luis just dramatically sighed like a disappointed parent

“Poor Chris”

“How long did I sleep in for?” Leon finally changed the subject after swallowing a mouthful of eggs, wiping the edges of his mouth with a spare tissue.

“It’s 10:50 now, so… about four-ish hours, no?”

“ It’s ten-to?!” Luis cringed as he watched Leon almost choke on his food. His expression was that of horror, like Luis had just told him that somebody died. Americans and their punctuality, he supposed.

“¡Más despacio! You needed the rest, querido!”

Luis remembered vividly just how damn much he slept after he initially got Top Surgery however many years ago. And back then he didn't even have a job to be tired about. But before Leon could open his mouth to argue, Luis interrupted him

“You’re recovering from a massive surgery, you need the sleep. Plus, the government basically gave us a whole months vacation. I say, ‘why not waste it and sleep the whole time?’”

Leon just smirked and glared at Luis, scrunching his nose a little. “ You just wanted an excuse to get a free month off, huh?”

Luis threw his head back and laughed, not meaning to be so loud- but Leon’s little pout was far too priceless.

“¡cómo te atreves!! I offer to take care of you for an entire month and this is the thanks I get?”

Luis knew that Leon knew he was joking. He was grateful for that, that they could poke jabs at each other without either getting defensive. But Luis was, again, being completely honest. And Leon wasn’t entirely wrong, either. Having a month off from the constant chain of life-threatening events was a welcome break in routine.

“Back on topic. Did anything happen while I was sleeping in?”

“ Such a worrier, mi príncipe - nothing happened. Oh actually, that’s a lie, Chris called you”

“ Really?” Leon seemed surprised at that. “What about?”

“He wanted to come over with Claire later, told me he had a surprise for you. He also told me not to tell you what it was, though”

Luis felt his chest grow warm at the sight of Leon’s genuine smile. It was nice, seeing him think so fondly of his friends. Luis was grateful for it.

“If you’re ok with it, I can ring them and tell them to pop round later, maybe?”

“I certainly don’t mind,” Luis nodded, collecting the empty plates.

“They’re lovely people” despite Luis’… uh, controversial past, Chris and Claire extended their gratitude for taking such good care of Leon. They were always nice to him, and Luis tried his best to make a good impression in return.

Luis glanced over at the clock, which now read 11:10. Which reminded him,

“Ah, speaking of time, your next T-Shot is due today, right? One day behind mine”

“Oh, yeah, almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me, love”

“No problem,” Luis took the empty dishes to the sink before Leon had a chance to get up. He cringed inwards sympathetically as he watched his partner wince a little while trying to push himself off the chair. “Do you need help?”

“With what? The shot, or standing up?”

“Ah, both”

Leon laughed, balancing himself upright and stretching a little, much to Luis’ relief.

“I can stand perfectly fine on my own, love,” he dramatically waved Luis away. “But if you’re offering, I certainly wouldn’t mind the help with my shots”

“trato,” Luis took his partners hand, regardless of how fine Leon seemed standing upright on his own. It was more reassurance for himself than anything else, really

“If you just wait on the couch, I’ll do grab everything else. Then I can give you that massage I promised”

Leon’s T-Shots took no time at all. The way their apartment windows were positioned had the sun beaming directly onto the couch, giving Luis more of an incentive to stare at his lover dreamily. His ashy-blonde hair framed his face like a halo, and the sun seemed to hit all the right spots to give Leon’s best features a glow. The bridge of his nose, his eyelashes, his cheekbones… Luis could easily sit there for hours and contemplate how he got so lucky.

“Eres muy hermoso, mi amor,” Luis’ gaze flickered between the needle in his hand and Leon’s face. Of which his cheeks were becoming a slight shade of pink as he turned to break the eye contact in embarrassment.

“Speak for yourself” was all he could grumble, his lower face buried in his palm as Luis smiled. He lifted the now-filled needle up to the sun, flicking the tube a couple times to disperse the air bubbles.

After having done this for well over a decade, both men were very well-acquainted with getting their T-Shots done. It was like second nature, they just talked through it like nothing was happening. Surprisingly, that happened a lot during especially difficult missions, too. Luis noted how interesting it was that they’d built such small but meaningful patterns with one-another over time. Giving the side of his stomach a small wipe-down with alcoholic pads (and a kiss for good luck), Luis finally sat up straight on the couch to make do with his offer. Putting a pillow on the floor for support, Leon sat in-between his legs on the floor- leaning forward as slightly as he could as Luis began to rub as gently as humanly possible against Leon’s Compression Binder.

Hearing a long sigh of relief, Luis knew he was doing a good job and kept up the pace. Although it was quite a few years ago now, the Spaniard still remembered what it was like getting Top Surgery for himself. All the stereotypical feelings; pure and utter Euphoria, this sense of freedom he’d never felt in his life, unadulterated joy, etc etc etc- but he also remembered the first few days just being so delicate and sore. As any surgery recovery was bound to be. So giving Leon any sense of relief was the least he could do.

For a little while, they talked about what plans Leon had after he fully recovered. Beaches he’d always wanted to swim at, shirts he’d never worn up until now, etc etc… Luis joked that he was just happy Leon wasn’t fighting zombies in a Binder anymore. That got a painful laugh out of Leon.

After at least a couple minutes of silence (of which Luis was half-convinced Leon had fallen asleep), He heard his lover finally speak;

“…Thank you, for this..”

Luis waited patiently for him to finish his sentence, slowing down the little circles he was making with his hands.

“I mean it, really… I’m really, really glad I have you here”

Luis had to keep himself from going full-toothed smile as he leaned down to kiss the top of Leons’ head.

“Of coarse, mi amor. I know what recovering feels like all too well”

“N-no, I don’t mean that… well, kinda,” Leon began stuttering over his sentence.

“I’m glad you’re helping me with the whole recovery, obviously, but also with just… Everything. The missions, the late nights, all those goddamn zombies… you’ve like, stuck by my side through it all. I never ever thought I’d get a partner, or even somebody to love outside od work but..”

Leon reached his arm over to grasp onto Luis’ hand.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, I love you a lot”

It took every single damn fiber in his being to Leo Luis from crying.

And even then, he failed. Tears welling up, he could feel his heart being squeezed; he gave up on trying to be conservative and let himself smile from ear-to-ear. Luis leaned down to bury his face in Leon’s hair, sniffling to himself in Spanish; “ Oh mi querido, ¿Qué hice para merecerte? ¿Qué hice para merecerte, huh?”

“Oh shit you’re crying- I’m so, so sorry I didn't-“

“ Cállate, Cállate,” Luis playfully teased, giving Leon a weak whack on the shoulder.

“Y-you, Sancho, are far too kind to me”

Leon turned himself around, laughing at the pure wholesomeness of it all. Luis could feel his calloused hand against his cheek, wiping away tears he didn't even notice were there.

“Sancho? Haven’t heard that in a while”

It was Luis’ turn to laugh now, reaching his hand up to cup the one already on his cheek.

“You’re right. It’s been too long”

Like clockwork, Luis leaned down to lay a kiss on Leon’s lips, cupping the sides of his face with his own hands. The sun through the window must’ve made his skin warm, because his own skin felt uncharacteristically cold. Not that Leon seemed to mind at all, turning his head to the left slightly to get a better position. Luis leaned down as far as he could for him, but when Leon tried to twist his body any further- he broke away from the kiss with a sharp gasp

“ Ow ow ow, ow that hurt-“

“mierda!! Are you alright?-“ Luis was up-and-arms, already tensed and ready to run and grab the ice packs from the freezer, but his shoulders fell in relief when he heard a (slightly pained) laugh from Leon.

“Sorry, sorry!! That just hurt a little”

Luis signed, giving Leon an exaggerated pout.

“Cariño, if you scare me like that again, so help me I’ll.. I dunno yet, but something will happen, I promise you”

That got the blonde to successfully laugh again, which was all he needed to hear. Luis could listen to that man’s laughter like it was background noise all day if it was possible.

“ L-Luis- s-stop making me laugh, please!!”

Leon clutched his side, semi-dramatically

“It hurts!!”

“Weeeeellll, y’know, if you need a doncella to help you massage you….”

“ Stop it!!!”

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[yourfifitherealone]

Psst

(Art by Simontheswiper on insta)

Tomara was up EXTREMELY late last night playing video games and eating junk food. He feel asleep in his own mess that you (shamefully) cleaned up for him. You murmured to yourself, annoyed whispering about never cleaning up his mess again and next time making him sleep in the couch. When you were done cleaning you fell asleep. It was now morning, well afternoon and your boyfriend was still sleeping on the edge of the bed only reason still being on the bed and not on the floor was the structure of the bed keeping him from falling off. The rest of the League were on the couch watching early tv of old sitcoms or making breakfast. They had asked about him and you just told him maybe he'd had taken to much of his sleep medication for his insomnia.

You felt bad for lying but Tomura gets embarrassed when their leader is found being a geek playing videogames all night, which you personally found really cute and nice that he had a hobbie besides murder. So you stuck with the guilt for your boyfriend. You went to the edge of the bed and tapped his face lightly; he usually has nightmares or wakes up in a panicked state. He used to get woken up abruptly as a kid and it definitely has taken a toll on him. He just itched his face and went back to sleep. You mentally face-palmed and shook his body just a little bit, he was a stiff as a board. Then you lifted up his head and rested his head on you lap, Morse specifically your thighs.

He loved when you did that and he really did have a thing for thighs/legs so he felt like he was in heaven when you let him rest there. "Shiggy wake up. Please the league is asking about you." You pleaded but no movement.

*Shigarki's Pov*

"Hey babe wake up" I slightly opened my eyes and saw her standing over me looking down at me. My eyeslids felt heavy, I was a little (a lot) too tired to wake up so I fell back asleep. (she won't mind just a few more minutes)

*back to your Pov*

You sighed then you had heard a polite knock on your door. "Yes, come in!" You whisper-yelled. "Mr C made pancakes for us, want any?" Toga said a lot more gentle and quieter than she usually was. "Uh yeah thanks Toga" "Dont mention it, I owed you for the time you did by nails" she says showings off pink, blue and red painted nails. You giggle as she slot backs out of the room closing the door so quietly just to start yelling when she leaves the room.

She comes back with a tiny stack of pancakes for you "Thank you Toga I really appreciate it" "No problem you're family now. If you betray us in any means I'll get Jin to deal with you." She said staring into my soul "Of course. I would never do that, pinky promise?" You said with your pinky out. "Pinky promise." She said wrapping her pinky around mine.

When she left you felt the weight on your thighs being lifted. "Is that pancakes?" The blue haired man below you ask sitting up. "Yep Mr Compress just made them" you said with a big smile you are happy to see he was finally up (ignoring that you had to lure him with food his favorite food besides chips that is). Your boyfriend have you a quick kiss and ate a piece of your pancake. You jokingly gasp "How dare you?" He let out a raspy chuckle then went into the bathroom doing his usual wake up routine. (it wasn't much but it was something). After you guys both got ready you sat with the rest of the "family" It felt like home, it WAS home.

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[lavenoon]

I enjoy reading all these sleep facts, please info dump some more when you have time! (or when comic is finished/you need a drawing break!)

Enablers, all of you! Sketch is done, so another quick ramble as I eat the breakfast I forgot:

Accommodations are plentiful! If sleep doesn't work for you as is, despite melatonin/ routine/ whatever, maybe there's something else missing/ not right!

Like I'm talking about compression blankets or weighted blankets, both offering some pressure that will help you wind down, or bed tents and canopies if you feel too exposed just with the ceiling above you! Most of these may be marketed towards neurodivergent folks (neurodivergent kids more often than not, unfortunately), if you feel like it may enhance your sleeping experience, use it!

Gonna ramble a bit about my sleep, putting it under a cut - doesn't feel too personal for me, I'm not embarrassed, but I'm prone to oversharing so making that opt-in lmao

I'm autistic and have ADHD, sleep is a whole ass challenge for me - and I only started really being kind to myself over it this year! (especially because I only really looked into autism/ got diagnosed this year, too lmao)

I use:

Melatonin half an hour before my bedtime

two weighted blankets, for the summer I have a compression blanket to not die of heat stroke

all in all I currently sleep under 8 blankets. Yes. Princess on the Pea kinda bs here

A bed tent! A cheap one from Ikea that only covers the top of the mattress, the big ones are a bit too much of a hassle even though I love them in theory

My bed has a raised frame, too, and is a child's single bed - I feel enclosed when I sleep and that's ideal

My sensory issues means my legs CANNOT touch at night or I die, so I have a pillow to put between my legs!

Love holding on to either my blankets or a plushie, too, to have something in my arms. Makes me feel safe

Earplugs! Gods, I am SO noise sensitive, I don't know how I ever slept without. I use the foam kind, and they're a godsent, the wax kind I hate so so much lmao

A sleep mask! Specifically one that also covers the ears, originally one of those with integrated headphones, but I took those out and just use it as is #livingintheyear3022

A few specific comfort items/ routines (texture blanket, specific plushie, blankets in specific order, some other stuff)

My sister once said before I got my autism diagnosis: "Look at your bed. Of course you're autistic." and I cannot blame her lmao

And granted, even with all that, I still struggle to sleep a lot of the times! I naturally would get tired around 1AM to 2AM, but that's not feasible for work, so I have to manually shift my body's sleep schedule, and that's rough. I've adapted somewhat, and wake up around 6AM usually (almost 8 today, I slept in! Because I woke up and couldn't fall asleep for two hours tonight!)

Bottom line is, unfortunately ideal sleep is, as all ideals, most likely impossible to reach. But you can still experiment with different accommodations - there's definitely more than I mentioned here, and different things work for different people (like how I absolutely cannot stand sound based asmr, and have friends who really prefer some background noise for sleep), so don't be scared to try out a couple things!

Wishing all of you good sleep luck <3

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[darkkakyuu]

I was fast asleep before you even finished your sentence, snoring softly and drooling on your chest all night, it was the best sleep I had in a while so I wasn’t embarrassed.

At about 6:30, your alarm went off and I groaned and rolled over, letting you move and turn it off before I put the pink silk pillow of yours over my head and fell right back asleep. I was sure you’d wake me up when you were about to leave. I was gonna be there like I promised but I definitely wasn’t going to be there at the start of your 8am tryout.

I roll out of bed, still a but groggy with sleep as I got to take a shower and clean up some more before I made a sandwich for myself for breakfast. Going back into my room, I moved the pillow from over his head. "I'm gone, Eren. I'll have Sasha record incase you missed my routine." I decided not to wear my compression shorts underneath my shirk leaving my many hickyes air out. I kiss his forehead before leaving to walk to the gym where cheer tryouts was being held

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[mementomoriifics]

Marry You - Dabi x Reader

Tags: Marriage proposal, branding, innuendo, fluff and angst

Wordcount: 1447

AO3 link

Author’s note: I was going through my AO3 and noticed I hadn’t posted this one here yet. So have this while I work in other stuff

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“I wanna marry you.”

The statement was so blunt it knocked the damn wind out of you. With eyes the size of saucers and a white knuckle grip on your cup of coffee, you turned to your boyfriend who was still nonchalantly poking around the eggs on his plate.

“You want to-”

“Marry you.” He interrupted you, blue eyes meeting yours. He looked so nonplussed, it almost seemed like he just made a comment on the weather.

Your sense seemed to return to you as you put the coffee cup down on the counter, facing the arsonist who lazily chewed on his breakfast. What a scene it must be, you in nothing but his shirt and panties and him in nothing but his underwear, the question still hanging heavily in the air.

Far from the dreams you had when you were younger of elaborate proposals with grand gestures of romance.

“Dabi, are you hearing yourself right now?” You asked, a little incredulously. The villain shrugged, finishing his mouthful of food.

“Yeah?” He said, poking around his food again and suddenly seeming skittish about keeping eye contact. “You can just say no if-”

“No that’s not-” you cut yourself off, mulling over the words that were failing you. You eventually settled on: “It’s not a no.”

“But it’s also not a yes.” Dabi added, and you could pick up on the edge of hurt lacing his words. Looking at him, you saw his shoulders droop the slightest bit and he seemed intensely focused on his eggs.

And just like that your heart shattered into a million little pieces.

“Dabi, just-” You paused again, biting your lip for a moment before continuing. “I don’t think we can get married. You’re-”

“A villain, I know.” he said, still refusing to meet your eyes again. “Not the best husband material.”

"I'd… it certainly wouldn't be easy." You admitted. "You just… caught me off guard. It's a pretty loaded question."

Dabi's jaw tightened as he stabbed at a piece of scrambled egg maybe a little too hard.

"Yeah."

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. With unsteady hands, you reached for your coffee. Just to give yourself something to anchor yourself to.

"Where would we do it?" You said without thinking. You quickly brought the cup to your mouth.

The look of surprise on his face was almost adorable and was sadly gone as soon as it appeared.

"Was thinking, the hideout. Compress is ordained," of course he was. "So he could like…"

Dabi vaguely gestured with his fork, his eyes finally meeting yours again. You held his gaze for a moment, breaking it to look down at your cup.

"Lemme guess, Twice is gonna be your best man." You asked, finding yourself smiling at the mental image of Jin barely holding it together at Dabi's side.

"Sure as fuck not gonna ask handface mcgee." Dabi added with a huff. "Toga can be your bridesmaid."

You chuckled, a warm feeling of fondness bubbling up in your chest as you pictured everything.

Dabi in a suit he'd borrowed from Kurogiri, Twice at his side already a blubbering mess. You'd probably wear some simple, white dress, Toga likely insisting on doing your hair and makeup. The rest of the league sitting nearby, watching.

"What about rings, thought?" You asked, looking back at Dabi. He seemed pensive for a moment.

"I have an idea but I need to know if it's gonna be a yes or a no, doll."

You felt nervous as you put your coffee cup down again, thinking.

"Ask me again. Properly."

Dabi huffed out a laugh and got up, walking until he was in front of you. One bony knee hit the cold kitchen tiles. His hands found yours and he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss against the back of your left hand.

You felt nervous, butterflies doing an entire choreographed routine in your stomach as Dabi seemed to gather his words.

"You know I'm not great with words." He hesitated for a moment. "But I do want you to know I love you. A lot. So… Will you marry me?"

There was an honesty to his face that made your heart skip a beat. He looked so vulnerable and borderline scared of rejection. You'd never seen him like this before.

You found yourself smiling, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Yes."

Dabi rose to his feet again, wrapping his arms around you in a crushing hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back, burying your face in his shoulder.

You were pretty sure you'd never felt this in love with someone before.

You both stood there in silence for a moment, holding onto each other before Dabi broke the silence.

"I don't have a ring for you, but I can- I can do something else. But it's gonna hurt."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the statement but then Dabi, with his flair for the dramatic, snapped his fingers. A little blue flame sprung forth and you connected the dots.

"You can always say n-"

"Do it."

Your forwardness took the both of you off guard, Dabi looking pensive for a moment.

"You are absolutely sure, right?" He asked, self doubt leaking into his words. You nodded, grabbing his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm gonna marry you aren't I?"

A smile Dabi could barely suppress spread on his face, his hand squeezing yours this time.

"Okay we're gonna have to put it under water when I'm done. And it's…" he frowned a bit. "It's not gonna feel good."

You worried your bottom lip with your teeth.

"Just… do it already." You urged, nervous. Dabi looked you in the eye for a moment as if he was looking for any trace of regret. You held his gaze as best you could to reassure him wordlessly.

He let out a tuneless little hum when he seemed satisfied, bringing your left hand up to his mouth. He pressed another kiss on the back of it, so gentle it seemed like he was terrified of breaking you.

"Take a deep breath for me." He softly spoke, the tip of his index finger settling at the base of your ring finger. "Breathe out slowly when i-"

You nodded, drawing in a deep breath.

The pain was almost unbearable. The smell was arguably worse.

Tears pooled in your eyes as Dabi drew a circle around your finger. The breath you'd drawn in seemed stuck in your throat, mouth open in a soundless scream as you fought the urge to pull your hand back.

Dabi muttered soft encouragement that barely registered with you, his hand turning yours.

Then the burn stopped, Dabi's hand grabbing the back of your neck gently, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"You did great. Worst part is over now."

You were breathing heavily, cradling your wounded hand against your chest. Adrenaline was rushing through your veins as you saw the parody of an engagement ring on your finger.

"Let's run that under some cold water." Dabi said, voice soft as he carefully urged you to the sink.

He fiddled with the taps, holding your hand in his under the cool water. The burn eased a little and you let out a sigh of relief.

You were so in your own head you almost missed Dabi letting go, followed by a string of hissed curses. You looked over, heart leaping in your throat as you saw him burn his own finger.

"Dabi what are you-"

"Now we match." He breathed out, giving you a strained smile.

His hand joined yours under the tap and you let out a breathless little laugh. He chuckled, turning to press a kiss against your temple.

"Didn't expect my morning to end in consensual branding." You joked, Dabi snorting.

"We just got engaged and that's what you focus on." He teased. You nudged him with your elbow.

"Don't bully your future spouse."

The reality of everything seemed to sink in, the two of you staring at each other. You leaned in, Dabi quick to press a borderline feverish kiss against your mouth.

More kisses followed, leaving you absolutely breathless. His free arm snaked around your waist, pressing you close to him. You withdrew your hand from the water, your arm finding purchase around his neck, keeping him close.

"Let's get this cleaned up," the arsonist mumbled against your neck. "I feel like celebrating."

"Then we're gonna break the news to-"

"It's cute that you think I'll be done with you so quickly."

"Is that a threat or a promise."

"A promise. Till death do us part, baby."

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[mehphoobia]

could you do ceo!tom x wife!fem!reader

They cuddle each other in bed on the middle on morning. They’re getting dressed professionally and get back to work separately on their jobs. Few hours later, Reader went home early and start cooking for dinner, waiting for Tom to get home. In the few moments later, Tom came home and see Reader fall asleep as Tom smiled as he carry her to bed. Hope they had good day tomorrow

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LOOKING FORWARD TO TONIGHT

Pairing- ceo!tom x wife!fem!reader

Warnings- same old domestic fluff

The warm blankets protected you from the cool morning breeze. The sunlight choosing to settle on your skin awoke you. You slowly opened your eyes to a new day. Breathed in the fresh morning air which was even more fragrant because of the fresh herbs on your window. You tossed and turned to have Tom sleep by your side. The sunlight which was on your skin had managed to escape to his face, as if it had done its job waking you up and it was Tom’s turn. But no you wouldn’t let the sunlight steal your job.

“Love?” you whispered as you ran your fingers on his smooth yet firm skin. It was a routine getting up early in the morning allowing Tom to be reactive to your touch. He stirred on the bed waking up the blankets too. Tom reached out for your waist and pulled you closer to his chest and mumbled, “Five more minutes please?” His endearing face made it difficult for you to resist his touch. You finally gave in and rested your face between his neck and shoulder.

The mischievous sunlight managed to wake up the birds too. You slowly slid away from Tom and made your way to the washroom. A splash of water on your face was enough to wash away the residual sleep and lethargy. “Do you need help?” Tom asked still half asleep as you changed into your robe and prepped your bath.

“No, thanks” you said and he chuckled teasingly. He finally got up stretched a bit and immediately made his way to the kitchen to boil the water for his tea. He got chia seeds and your fruits without taking his glance off the water as if he had rehearsed everything the day prior. Well the two years of his married life was enough practice. He returned back to your shared bedroom, yawning and walking in baby steps. He took the towel from your hand as you stepped outside your bath. You closed your eyes as he started patting your hair dry.

“Thank you my love” you kissed his cheeks as you got up from your seat. There it was the pouty face and puppy eyes; you knew exactly what it meant.

“No No babe not today. You can’t bunk work today. Now go brush your teeth.” Your words trailed off as you made your out of the shared bedroom. You turned midway and looked at him make his way into the bathroom. “Maybe you will have something to look forward to tonight” you teasingly said. That puffed walk was replaced by Tom sprinting into the bathroom. You laughed softly.

After donning your outfit for your work, you went to the kitchen to cut your fruits and preparing Tom’s tea and sandwich. After tem minutes or so you heard the bathroom door click open and you asked, “Babe where did you keep the new bunch of tissues?” “Second drawer on your left” he answered back fetching his shirt out of the outfit you already had prepared for him and lay on the bed.

Both of you finished your breakfast and picked up your respective bags and stepped outside the house. Tom was near his car when you pulled up and said, “Do you need a ride, mister?” “No thanks” he mimicked you at what you said earlier. You gasped and both of you had a heart laugh. He came over to your side and planted a kiss on your forehead and said, “Love you” you smiled and said, “Love you more.” He stepped back as you drove past him. He admired the lady you were independent yet supportive someone he could lean on and trust, something that was lost in his line of work and life. He drove swiftly to his work, hoping for a good day.

Luckily your boss had a personal event to attend, so all the employees were given an early off. What more could you have asked for? You drove back home and parked your car in the garage. You changed into your comfy clothes and went straight to the kitchen to cook dinner. After thirty minutes or so dinner was cooked and you looked for pepper as you had to sprinkle some on your salad. You looked around the kitchen and found a yellow post it.

“Pepper’s on the third shelf” it said in Tom’s handwriting. You smiled as you found the pepper on sprinkled on the salad. You packed everything up and put it in the fridge to have it reheated later when its dinner time.

You decided to watch your favorite show on Netflix. But your comfy clothes were too comfortable. Too comfortable to sit and watch Netflix so you decided for a quick nap on the couch.

Tom’s set of keys made a click sound as he dropped them while entering the house. He had already found your car in the garage so he expected you to be home. He was about to yell that he was home but he saw you sleeping on the couch. In his attempt to compress his yell he choked on air and coughed.

He hunched down to your sleeping figure and smiled, “this I was definitely looking forward to.” He carried you, trying not to disturb your sleep as he slowly put you on the bed. He changed into his pajamas and lay right beside you. He caressed your hair as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Both of you fit together like a puzzle, made for each other. There are days when things get hard because of your professional lives but it was turns out okay. As long as Tom is with you, nothing could go wrong.

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A/N- Guys I don’t have a boyfriend and you all are raising my standards af. Another amazing Fic requested by laurentrvn.tumblr.com. I loved writing this one too. Thank you so much for requesting this one and I hope I have satisfied your plot. Let me know what you think about this fic down in the comments.

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[villainsandvictimsalliance]

do you have any hcs for my bestie Magne bc she deserves good things

I have a bunch, actually. In already working on an ask of hcs about how would be the League if she was still alive and another one about Magne and how she could be a wonderful role model for Class B, post redemption of course.

So it's time to focus on the details 😌

MAGNE'S DAY TO DAY ROUTINE AFTER GETTING REDEEMED AND MORE:

5AM: She wakes up and goes for a relaxing jogging for an hour. He likes to exercise in the morning because she loves to see the world waking up.

6AM: Back at the League's big house (they got used to living together and so they all wanted a big house for everyone), she starts her beauty routine of showering, washing her hair and applying some beauty products to take care of her body.

7AM: Then comes breakfasts. If Kurogiri and Mr. Compress haven't done the breakfast, it means it's her turn to make it.

She's the type to decorate the food with hearts and write messages for everyone.

8AM: After saying good morning to the majority of the League (Shigaraki wakes up around 10am mostly, so it's rare when she's around to tell him good morning), she heads out to her little bussines at

5PM: When her shift is over, she goes to the mall. If she needs to buy clothes, go to the grocery store, hang out with some friends, she does it at those hours.

7-8PM: She heads home, where dinner is probably ready or in the process. She takes another beauty shower and then she goes to the living room, with the rest of the League.

8PM: The League eats dinner together while watching a movie, or they juts sit around the sofa, or they go outside. Normally they have visitors around two or three times a day, to check if they're behaving. Since they all are doing their own thing most of the day, they can share what they've been doing at those hours and talk freely.

9PM: The next hour before going to sleep, she reads some books, watches TV, talks with the rest of the League or sorts around things she needs to do for work.

Her hobbies include practicing her makeup skills with Toga, checking if the transgender people in town are being treated properly, swinging or surfing whenever she can, hanging out with the League some more, etc.

She likes to go on dates and she's on a dating app.

She also likes to write articles about her life as a villain and the many things she saw while living on the streets.

She loves to change the color of her hair a lot and loves playing around with clothes and accessories.

The kids of class B like her a lot, so she's always supporting them whenever she can.

She's friends with Vlad King and Mr. Joke. The first one because she worries about class B and the second one because they share the same sense of humor.

She encourages a lot of new heroes to explore their identities and preferences safely. She fought hard for the UA to include a class about sexual health and protect their kids more, including their genres and sexualities.

She wants to adopt two children, but she's waiting for the right time to do it.

#Shan's asks #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #Magne #Mha headcanons #Bnha headcanons #LoV headcanons #League of villains headcanons #Magne headcanons #Shan's mha headcanons #Shan's bnha headcanons #Shan's lov headcanons

[hoodharlow]

Let’s Get Physical

AN: So la pinche Ana aka @rebelwith0utacause thought it was okay to repost this picture(see below) of Calum working out. So blame her for this lol. Thank you to @d-oaks​ for beta reading <3

Requested?: No.

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1.7k words

Calum found Claudia fast asleep on his bed in his room,naked on her stomach. After last night’s activities she didn’t even bother to put on her panties. Her body was spread out like a starfish, and the bed sheet was doing the bare minimum, covering only her ass. He rolled his eyes remembering she had promised to wake up early to work out with him. He pulled off the bed sheet and gently smacked her ass. 

“Get up.” He told her. 

She turned on her back and stretched, whining. 

“No.” Claudia mumbled. She raised her head and gave him a devilish smile. “Why don’t you give me a work out?” She sat back against the pillows with her legs open for Calum to do whatever he pleased with her. 

He returned the smirk. Removing his t-shirt, he hovered above her. His hand wandered down to her aching core. His fingers delicately traced her entrance. She thrusted her hips to get more of his fingers, but Calum kept her in place. He bent down and kissed her jaw. 

Claudia sighed as she leaned back on the pillows. Her hand tangled in his hair, pulling him to her mouth. She lost all train of thought, only focused on his fingers deftly teasing her as they kissed. She pulled away, moaning once his fingers finally slid inside her. 

Calum gave her a quick kiss before he kissed his way down, kissing every crevice, tattoo, and love bite from the night before. He kissed her ‘wildflower’ tattoo before spreading open her legs. He licked his lips and wasted no time. He hummed as his mouth kissed and licked her. 

She squirmed at the feeling of his lips, and out an inaudible gasp of pleasure when Calum’s tongue played with her clit. She tried closing her legs, but Calum's grip on them tightened.Claudia felt something build up in her. She squeezed her eyes, pleasantly overwhelmed with Calum's fingers and tongue. 

Calum felt it too. He sped up his fingers and circled his thumb on her clit roughly. She was so close. His name was at the tip of her tongue when she felt nothing. 

She opened her eyes. Calum was slipping on his shirt as if he wasn’t going to make her come. 

“Get dressed.” He said. There was something about his tone of voice that made Claudia unsure if she should get on her knees or actually get dressed. She chose the latter.

Five minutes later she met Calum at their kitchen. He was scrolling through his phone. Knowing him, he was probably making a playlist since he always complained about the one his trainer played. Claudia bent over the freezer,  taking her time to rummage through the frozen fruits for her smoothie.

“Don’t think because you’re in those ungodly shorts, you’re getting out of working out.” Calum said. 

Claudia looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him. She grabbed some frozen nopales, mango and pineapple to place on the counter before getting orange juice and spinach. After blending everything, she cleaned the counter. 

She smacked Calum's hand away when he reached for her smoothie. “This is mine, make your own.” She said cradling her drink.

“Just a sip.” He pleaded.

“Just a sip.” she repeated. She knew him. A sip for him was at least half of her drink which is why she hated sharing with him. 

She slid her cup to him. He reached for it and took a generous sip, leaving her half. She stood there with her mouth open in shock, as if she didn’t he was going to drink half of her smoothie.

“Thanks, love.” He said, kissing her temple when he set the glass next to her. He got up and went to the garage to get the work out equipment while Claudia grabbed a spoon and ate her smoothie like an ice cream sundae. 

Duke came into the kitchen dragging a jump rope with Calum trailing behind him. He picked up the pace when he felt Calum at his tail. 

“Fucks sake, Duke, bring that back.” Calum told him. 

She heard an excited yip from Duke when Calum reached him. Calum held Duke on one arm and the jump rope with the other. He motioned Claudia to follow him out to the back. She huffed and crossed her arms, following him out of the house.

Calum has been putting Duke in his playpen because he still tried to bite Calum’s trainer. If Calum left him inside, all Duke would do is bark and scratch at the door to be let out. 

He glanced at Claudia. She was on the grass stretching. It took everything in him not to cancel with his trainer in favor of taking Claudia upstairs to continue where he left off. He knew she was getting him back by wearing the shortest shorts she owned and only wearing a sports bra. Part of him was grateful she wasn’t wearing leggings. She tended to not wear anything under them when she worked out. 

His eyes were glued on her as she stood up and bent backwards. She tossed her legs in the air so she was doing a handstand. Their eyes met. Claudia smiled, flipping him off. All while holding her body up with one hand. 

Calum reached over and gently nudged her, making her lose her balance.

“No one likes a show off.” He said.

“You’re just jealous because Ash has a better yoga partner now.” She said. 

“Don’t bring Ash into this.”

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“Alright, Claudia give me one more set of fifteen.” Calum’s trainer told her. 

Claudia groaned and laid back down. She put the soles of her feet together, and bent her knees out like a butterfly. Then she sat back up like a regular sit up. She continued to do the fourteen reps before rolling onto her stomach and watching Calum. He was jumping over Duke’s kennel while Duke ran back and forth to meet him. 

‘Hasta tiene a Duke haciendo ejercicio.’ Claudia thought to herself. 

Calum was dying. His arms ached from the tire flips he did when he started his workout. Now he was doing high jumps. He felt the back of his thighs tighten with every jump. He should’ve cancelled his appointment when he had the chance.

After his set, he laid next to Claudia, resting his head on her stomach.

“Guáucala!” She grimaced. “You’re sweating through your hat.” She pushed him off her. 

“Alright, to finish off your workout we’re going to do some cardio.” Calum’s trainer said. 

Calum and Claudia sat up.

“We’re?  He’s like my old PE teachers where they make us all do the work while they watched us in their all white Adidas sweatsuits.” Claudia mumbled to Calum, making him laugh.

Calum felt Claudia lean into his shoulder as they listened to the trainer explain their final exercise. He watched her hand toy with a stray string at the end of his white compression shorts. He shot her a warning look when her hand went higher up his thigh. She smiled sweetly before squeezing him.

“Do I need to separate you two?” His trainer asked them, startling them both.

***. 

Twenty minutes later Claudia and Calum finished their workout. Calum showed his trainer out and booked his next session. 

Claudia went straight to the bathroom and showered. She felt Calum gently squeeze her hips when he joined her in the shower. He wet himself before reaching for Claudia’s shampoo. He poured some on his hand and lathered Claudia’s hair. He tried to be as gentle as she was when she washed his hair. Minutes later he reached for the showerhead and used it to remove all the soap and body wash off of them. Calum reached for  the towels just outside of the shower door.

“I got you.” Claudia said softly, taking the towel from his hand. 

She ran the towel over his body. She got down on her knees and paid special attention to his legs. Calum quietly whined while she ran the towel over his cock, patting him dry. He gripped the shower’s handle when she patted him again. 

“May I?” She looked up at him, inching to have him in her mouth.

“Please.” He panted.

She leaned forward and kissed down his stomach while one of her hands slowly stroked him. She looked up at him and grinned, he was nearly ruined. As much as she loved Calum always being in charge of her, she enjoyed having the upperhand… literally. 

She finally slipped him in her mouth. He let out an incoherent sound until she reached the back of her throat. She did it a few more times, egging him on.

“Love your mouth, pretty girl,” he groaned. 

One of his hands gripped her hair, keeping her in place as he thrusted into her mouth. Claudia let out soft moans. One of her hands was already playing with herself. Her other hand gripped one of his legs, nails digging into his ass, keeping her up. Minutes later he spilled in her mouth. She had pushed his hands off of her as she continued to take him as he came, taking all of him. When they were done, Calum helped her up. He ran his thumb over her lower lip. She opened her mouth showing him her empty mouth. 

“I love you.” He said shyly.

“Only because I sucked your dick.” She giggled. 

“I mean it.”

“If you did, you wouldn’t have made me work out early in the morning.”

“You promised me you were going to work out with me.”

“That doesn’t sound like me.”  

“Claudia.”

“Calum.”

He rolled his eyes and walked out of the bathroom. She did her skincare routine then she went to get dressed in a silk romper. She went straight to the kitchen and grabbed a pint of strawberry cheesecake ice cream. She sat on the couch and played ‘Birds of Prey.’ Megan and Normani’s song for the movie was stuck in her head while she worked out. 

“Okay so breakfast will be here in about forty-five, so that gives me enough time to make you—Are you eating ice cream?” Calum asked her.

“I gave my blood, sweat and tears to that workout. I deserve this.” She said before taking another spoonful. 

“You got your finger pricked by a rosebush. You stopped bleeding five minutes after you fake cried.” He deadpanned. 

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[kneamet]

Angel of cards (6/16)

Trigger Warning: yandere, obsession, obsessive thoughts, kidnapping.

Summary: Joker, Mr. J, anarchist psychopath, Tom Hiddleston. He had many nicknames. Joker was Gotham’s most dangerous and insightful man, with sharp makeup and horribly memorable scars on his face in the form of a smile. He was absolutely crazy and deadly. No one knows his real identity and everyone is afraid of his cruel jokes. But what happens when he becomes obsessed with an ordinary girl?

She belongs to him. No one can take her away from him. Even The Batman.

Chapter six: unpleasant actions

The Joker didn't particularly like the fact that his angel didn't even participate in his actions and their pleasures. Didn't she enjoy their first reunion? Wasn't she as happy about it as he was?

He was just giving her pleasure. And the Joker was pretty sure she was happy about it, too. As if she wasn't flattered by the idea of becoming one with him.

He knew that his angel was a virgin, and so was he. He was sure that she had deliberately kept her virginity for him, just as he had kept it for her. That would be a perfectly logical and understandable explanation.

The Joker had always wanted to enjoy those moments of their first touch. He had always felt that this was why they had such a strong bond.

The man, his fingers clenched on the sink until they were red, slowly, leaning on trembling hands, climbed to the square mirror against the wall. He pressed his lips into a thin line and looked closer at his image. He didn't particularly like the way he looked without makeup. It was as if his bad self was being removed by removing his makeup.

His hair, still green, no longer curled. He was not used to looking at himself in the mirror without makeup. He felt like a freak. Thin compressed lips, very stylishly bitten from teeth with stripped red skin. Those terrible scars marring his face. The only things Joker liked about his appearance were the purple suits he wore day after day and the blue ones with grayish and green hues.

But even though he didn't accept himself, he was sure that his angel loved him and would even be able to accept his appearance so much that she would like his bitten lips and scars, which sometimes still showed blood from their constant scratching. He kept touching them.

His angel. Oh, how he wanted them to make love again. The Joker didn't think it was rape. On the contrary, it seemed to him that this was how they expressed love. And what's the big deal about her resisting a little?

However, Tom didn't particularly like what the Joker was doing to Blake. Yes, the Joker was his personality, getting along with it, but what to consider a real rape-

The Joker shook his head quickly. What the fuck is this cute romantic waking up in his mind again. He chased him away, literally locked him in a dungeon.

Tom will not be able to break through and harm (release! shouted Tom in the back of his mind) to his angel. They can't get along. She is now only his and the Joker will not let anyone take his angel.

He sighed and stood up straight, reaching for the powder and paint with quick movements and shaking hands. White powder and white paint combined perfectly and it became very easy to wash them off.

The Joker began to act sloppily with paint, not even worrying about well-being. He didn't have to worry about anything that day, since he needed to visit his angel right now, and he was sure that she would stay with him for the whole day and no one would be able to stop them.

After finishing his makeup, the Joker put everything in the pockets of his coat. In the building in which he, with some of his assistants, began to live, it was quite cold. Although for his angel, he definitely gave the warmest place.

The Joker quickly left the bathroom and made his way to the kitchen with quick, basic movements. The kitchen was small. The man hadn't been here yet, but he immediately noticed the interior of the room, which had a colorful tile floor. On the walls are pasted wallpaper, painted even in some places.

The kitchen was not very well furnished. By the window is a small dining table, where one of his very close subordinates was sitting. Not that he was attached to him, but he was definitely smart. The Joker had a bad memory for names, but he knew the man's name very well. Robert Hill. He was not a particularly handsome man: dark-haired, with black eyes and a very thin build. However, the Joker only encouraged intelligence, strength, and courage. He noticed that Bob was smoking a Stutton. The man grimaced slightly. He just hated those cigarettes.

The Joker wasn't particularly interested in Robert right now. He was more concerned about his angel, who was probably hungry and begging for food.

To the left of the countertop is a kitchen stove with four gas burners and an oven hidden behind a glass door made of dark striped glass. On the right is a large bright white two-chamber refrigerator, on the doors of which a whole collection of magnets with landscapes is pasted.

Joker wanted to make them sandwiches. It was the lightest meal, and given that it was early, it was possible to take a light breakfast. Quickly slicing the bread and sending it to the toaster, which he did not know how to use, he continued to cut the food.

After a few seconds, the bread jumped out of the toaster and the Joker carefully put all the ingredients in it. I had to do two such operations.

Joker ate and slept very rarely, but for the sake of his angel, it was fashionable to sacrifice the usual daily routine and eat.

Quickly, like a hyena, he picked up the tray with a trembling hand, on which he had already placed plates and mugs of water, and ran lightly, like a tribute, to the door of his angel. It's their first dinner. It will be so wonderful! Their first meal together!

Joker quickly opened the door, holding the tray with one hand and closing it with the other. His angel had to be protected. And letting it out would be a rash decision.

The man put the tray on a small table that stood near her closet, opposite the door, quickly distracted from it. He turned back, looking for his angel.

He licked his lips when he saw her curled up in a ball. He saw her flanks move quickly and he heard a soft whimper. His eyes opened quickly and he ran to her with quick movements, hugging her.

"W-what?" his angel whispered softly, and he saw her look up at him with her lovely brown eyes. He could feel the bewilderment in them at first, but then it turned into fright and she tried to pull away again, which the Joker didn't allow, only tightening his arms and leading her to the table where the tray was. "What is it?"

The man saw the bewilderment in his angel's eyes, but he just put everything in its place, and he sat down at the table on an uncomfortable chair that was smaller than him.

Joker could see that the girl looked confused and afraid. He reached out to her with his hand and stroked her hand that didn't even resist his. With his gloved hands, he slowly rubbed the delicate hand of his angel. Ah, the Joker stifled a groan, she's amazing.

"Is he poisoned?" pulling his hand out of the Joker's grip, his angel asked, lowering his hand to his knees, continuing to hold the Joker's heavy and intense gaze.

He didn't particularly like the way she was dismissive of him. He didn't like it, but he wanted to calm her down. To say that everything is fine and he would not poison the food.

"Don't worry, my angel, death by poison is very boring, and I have no desire to kill you. I swear I love you with all my heart, " the Joker said, letting out a small chuckle.

He watched as his angel nodded, picked up the sandwich, and took a small bite. He licked his lips as he watched her eat. He eats slowly, gracefully, biting off small pieces, lowering his eyes down and striking with his submissiveness.

The Joker himself didn't eat anything. He wasn't interested in food, especially now that he had such a rare and lovely diamond in front of him. So beautiful.

He could see her wiping food crumbs from her mouth with the sleeve of her sweater and then shaking out her sleeves. His angel looked up at him with her beautiful brown eyes and said softly:

"What time is it now?" she looked down, apparently unable to look at the Joker, which he didn't particularly like. She must look at him! And give your precious attention only to him! His angel should be interested in nothing but him.

"11:11," Joker muttered automatically, watching intently as his angel got up from his chair and shook out his pants. Without even tasting his breakfast, he stood behind her, towering over his helpless angel in a way that wouldn't hurt a fly.

"Thank you for breakfast, Mr. Joker," his angel muttered, not really bothered by the Joker. After all, her beautiful and melodious voice was simply amazing, however, like herself. Her lovely lips continued to say something else, but he did not betray it.

Tom leaned into Blake and pulled her into a gentle and attentive kiss. He didn't bite her lips. Tom's kiss was soft and simple.

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[sassycherryblossomdetective]

Evidence holds us together

Hello! I hope your well ! 

I’m a massive fan of silent witness and a massive fan of Jack Hodgson. I mean come one how can you not love him XD Like many people, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands so I got bored and just started writing :) 

I present to you a Jack Hodson x OC fanfic. 

This is all a little fun, so if you read enjoy ~ 

Chapter 1

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Snipers Nest   

Part 1

Late nights and wine were both a blessing and a curse.

Especially when work calls you in early.  

From yesterdays conversation with Thomas, Amelia had noticed that he was becoming rather agitated with the idea that she had not finished compiling the evidence for the independent enquiry the Lyell was helping with. 

Of course she had nearly finished it. The key word, nearly. She would get it done. She had about three days to get it done … 

Why sacrifice an episode of Netflix and a glass of wine in the process?  

For some unknown reason her one hour Netflix binge ended up being four and her glass of wine mysteriously became two. Luckily, the idea of letting her team down had pushed her to go to bed. She had decided to be extra vigilant and work a lot harder today, in the end they were depending on her. 

The brunette pushed herself from the table she was leaning against and removed her gaze from the half full bottle of wine, she could do this! Time to get to work! 

She knew that getting up earlier would have solved her problem yet quite frankly at this point she was in no mood to admit it. The idea of going to bed seemed so much more appealing. 

After a little bit of breakfast, which in reality was a couple of biscuits.  Amelia jumped in her car and headed to the Lyell. The drive from her house would take about half an hour or so. She dreaded the idea of getting stuck in traffic as she had promised herself she would grab a coffee on the way. 

While pulling out of a junction, her phone rang. She sighed.  Clicking the Bluetooth button on her wheel she answered. 

“Hello Amelia Rowell speaking” She gave her normal professional greeting as she hadn’t been able to look at the caller I.D. 

“Well good morning sunshine, had your morning coffee yet?” A cheeky voice spoke from the other end of the line. 

Amelia rolled her eyes and suppressed a laugh.

“Jack, its a little early to receive a phone call from you? Don’t tell me you got bored looking at yourself in the mirror?” She bit her lip as she turned a corner. Hopefully that didn’t come across too harsh. Jack let out a scoff.  

“Oh Amy you wound me, she definitely hasn’t had her coffee” Jack snickered to someone, presumably Nikki.

“Don’t laugh Jack, coffee if a basic human right, I’m in no way responsible for my actions without one” Amelia grinned, her grin then dipped “ Why do I feel your going to tell me I’m not going to be able to get one?” 

Amelia slowly approached a red light and came to a halt. Jack hadn’t answered her question. He was silent for a second. 

“Suspected sniper” Jack said seriously. 

“I’m sorry?” Amelia gasp. Almost on impulse she glanced around her area “What do you mean suspected sniper, where? Is there any Other information?” 

“That's all they said, a suspected sniper” 

‘Wow well thats helpful’ Amelia thought to herself.  “Did they mention if the sniper has been caught?” she asked in a rush. 

 “Funny” Jack said in a sarcastic tone “ I said the exact same thing. No, there is no other information. I’ll send you the address, me and Nikki are on route. Thomas said to meet us there”

Amelia nodded to herself and licked her lip. She felt a wave of anxiety wash over her. 

“No problem, see you guys soon” 

Jack hung up. With the light still red she took a breath. 

She may need more than three days to finish working on those files. 

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Amelia pulled up at the service station. As she did she noticed her surroundings. Wide open spaces, almost no cover for the team. The thought of the sniper being out there made her feel uneasy.

“Can I see some I.D please?” 

She flinched, looking to her right an officer had approached her. She had been to0 focused on what wasn’t around to notice. 

Pulling herself together, Amelia nodded politely. She lent down and quickly pulled her I.D from her bag and flashed it to the man. 

 “Amelia Rowell, I’m part of the forensics team from the Lyell” 

The police officer gave her a small smile and stepped away, radioing in  that she had arrived. Noticing Nikki's car, Amelia parked up near by. 

She swiftly got out of her car, noticing the team straight away she made her way towards them. 

“Morning guys” Amelia smiled. Jack and Nikki spun round upon hearing the voice of their friend. Nikki gave her a big smile and a little wave as she approached. Jack rose an eyebrow at her a small smile plastered on his face. “What time do you call this?” 

She narrowed her eyes at him and decided to Ignore his comment, she then smiled at the Detective Inspectors “Hello, I’m Amelia Rowell, apologies I’m a little behind we came from different directions” 

A woman in a back suit, hair tired back into a pony tail, nodded towards her. 

“Hello I’m DCI Jane De Freitas's ” She then referred to the man next to her, looked very tired “This is DS Jim Cloud”

“What have we got?” The forensic scientist asked.

“As I was just mentioning to your team, this man over here is Steven Lakhani” She pointed to a body laying near a silver car a couple of yards ahead of them. The her hand dropped to two females. “ the lady on top in Andrea Lakhani. Both Identified from driving licence and bank cards.” 

The group stated to head towards the bodies, while passing the two women Nikki knelt down inspecting the angles in which they lay. Amelia knelled down next to her. She glanced at the bodies. The women on top was dressed casually, the woman underneath her wore a uniform. She then lifted her head and glanced around the service station. 

‘What a way to go’ she thought, she compressed her lips together as she narrowed her eyes at the open hills just ahead of the station. In all her years working in forensics, even when she worked for the metropolitan police the human race always found a way to disappoint her. 

Nikki looked towards her, almost reading her mind. She looked back at the woman standing. 

“Any idea where they were shot from?” Nikki asked the DCI. 

“Hoping you could help us out there” the DCI replied looking away with a frown “We’ve done a sweep of the area but have found nothing so far” 

‘Well that was comforting’ Amelia thought pushing herself up off the floor. 

Amelia scanned the DCI, she looked as nervous as she felt. Her hands were in her pockets and she swayed from side to side while glancing around. Amelia knew that they were afraid the sniper was still watching them. 

“Lucky all this petrol didn’t go up” Jack said from over where Steve Lakhani’s body was. 

Nikki stood up and walked towards Jack. Amelia stayed behind the her and the DCI as they made their way to the third body. Steven Lakhani lay sprawled out in the ground, gunshot wound to the head. A puddle of petrol was leaked around the area of the body.   

“Witness said his hand stayed clenched to the pump handle after her was shot.” DCI De Freitas said as they came to a standstill. 

“Cadaveric spasm.” Amelia stated. They all looked towards her. “When people die in extreme stress, a muscle group remains contracted giving evidence of their last act of life” 

Nikki knelt down over the body and started to examine it, Jack did the same. Amelia turned back to the body of Andrea Lakhani and the Jane Doe. She made her way to inspect them. Passing the two detectives she heard DS Cloud. 

“Lets get in the warm and let the squints do their work eh?”

“Squints?” Amelia muttered to herself as she shook her head slightly while crouching down. 

God if she had to deal with arseholes like him all day she deserved a medal and a bloody strong coffee.

Amelia began to inspect the uniform of the Jane Doe. She noticed the company name straight away. Poor woman worked at the service station. 

“We’ve got a crime scene to process, Jim” DCI De Freitas kept her tone level. 

“We’re not going to get anything from them except bullets” Cloud replied. 

Amelia rolled her eyes as she lifted a strand of Andrea Lakhani’s hair, she pulled out a pair of tweezers from her work case and used it to place a strand into an evidence bag. 

She would like to see him try and solve this case without them.

“It’s our daily routines that govern the ecology of victimisation-”  DCI De Freitas's continued.  

“Here we go” DS Cloud muttered, crossing his arms and looking away from the woman. 

 The female detective made her way round to stand nearer to Steve Lakhani's body. 

“How did these people elevate their victim status?”

“Well, CCTV, witnesses and daylight make this situationally low-risk for the victim, but high-risk for the killer” Jack said as he stood up, pointing to the CCTV cameras. He walked towards the bodies of the two women. 

“Compulsion over caution usually spells personal”  De Freitas stated while following him.  

“But petrol station isn’t a predictable fixture in someone’s day like a train platform” Jack continued. He came to a stop by Amelia. She looked up at him and the detective. 

“Unless the fixture is your day, because you’re an employee.” She pointed at the Jane Does badge. 

They all leaned down to look at the bodies. 

“Phone?” DCI De Freitas asked. 

“I’ll check inside for personals” Jack said. 

Suddenly there was a loud bang.  Wide eyed, Amelia shot to her feet in fright, almost loosing her balancing in the process. Jack lightly grabbed her shoulder to steady her.  Amelia glanced at him slightly, eyes still wide and mouth slightly agape. She pulled her lips together and gave him a nod. Jack gave her a small smile and looked towards the source of the noise. His hand lingered on her shoulder for a second longer before he pulled it away. 

“For God’s sake!” Cloud shouted.

“CCTV of the shooting should help us find the sniper’s nest” Nikki said while looking down at the two women. She then crouched down to inspect further. 

De Freitas nodded “We are pulling it now”

Jack tapped Nikki on the shoulder and motioned Amelia to follow him as he headed back towards Steve Lakhani’s body. Amelia followed behind them attempting to keep her heartbeat at bay. “The victim with the head wound should help with bullet trajectory” Jack placed his right hand in the air, tracing the direction the bullet would have travelled. 

“The bullet missed the pump and the car which gives us limitations of angles” 

Nikki came to a stop. She kneeled down and pointed to Steve Lakhani’s skull. “Exit would is in the rear of the skull. High velocity splatter here”

“Pitted tarmac where the bullet impacted” Jack responded. 

“Also, skull and brain fragments travelling from the exit wound in the same direction as the bullet. “ Nikki pointed out. 

“So …” Jack summarized 

“How tall is Mr Lakhani ?” Amelia asked, looking over towards Jack “ because I’d say about six foot?”

“Yep!” Jack replied and moved towards the silver car “ He’s standing here. Left hand.” Jack then looked from the body towards the open space in front of him. “Assuming he’s standing at his full height at the moment of impact. The shooters got to be ..” He pointed towards the hill just ahead of the service station,

 “Up there” 

A short time after, Jack headed into the service station to examine the Jane Does belongings. Nikki, along with De Freitas headed to find the snipers nest. 

After collecting as much evidence as she could from around the three bodies, Amelia started to examine the Lakhani’s car. Firstly, she examined the outside. It was clean, a good make. Taking a picture of the number plate she then made her way round to the drivers side and opened the door. Inside was the opposite. Discarded food rappers, a newspaper lay on the floor of the passenger side. A coffee cup in the cup holder. 

Amelia frowned.  The Lakhani’s obviously were in some sort of rush. The litter in the car revealed that. It was clear by the make of the car and the way they dressed that they cared about appearance yet it seemed their focus had shifted. She wondered what sort of situation they would have been in. Shifting her body she looked at the drivers side. It was very much the same. 

Jack slipped into the backseat of the car. 

“What ya found?” He asked. Without looking at him Amelia replied.

“Not much at the moment. So far its very obvious that the Lakhani’s were heading out of town. Food wrappers everywhere, abandoned coffee cup with some coffee still inside and-”

“You looked to see how much coffee was left?” 

Amelia looked up at Jack, he wore a cheeky smile. Amelia’s cheeks grew hot, she was not going to let Jack tease her. 

“It has nothing to so with my coffee addiction, I’m just doing my job.” 

“Just checking its not a cry for help” He winked. 

Amelia rolled her eyes. Attempting to stay professional she asked  “What about you what did you find?” 

Jack crossed his arms over his chest. 

“She had a hand bag in the staff room. From her ID her name was Bertha” He stopped for a moment and looked out towards the service station,  “she had kids and it was her first day here” 

Amelia turned back around and sat for a moment. “That's terrible” Her lips formed a fine line. There was always so much damage. Now these kids wouldn’t have a mum and that was something she knew all too well. “I hope we catch this bastard.” 

Jack looked back to the front of the car. His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward.

He picked up a couple of recipes from the gear box. 

“What do they say?” Amelia asked. 

“There are recipes from this service station, apparently they have been coming here all week” 

He then turned one round to face her. “And it seems you were right, definitely heading out of town” 

Amelia took the receipt from his hand and inspected it in the light.  It was a receipt from a Heathrow parking lot. 

“Interesting” She mused. She turned back to face jack,  “I think we should inform Nikki”

Amelia was still inspecting the car when Jack returned with the team.

“How do you know?” she DCI  De Freitas ask as the team walked round the back of the car. 

“Amy and I found receipts for petrol, snacks, flowers and coffee” 

As they came to a halt, Amelia stepped back out of the car. “Yesterday they came here twice. - at 11:34 and 17:53” 

DCI De Freitas came to stand behind Amelia, she reluctantly moved out the way to let her have a look inside the vehicle. She took a step back and walked to the front of the car. Jack began to explain to everyone what they had found. 

She rolled her neck. Man she was tired. Hungry as well, quiet frankly she really didn’t want there to be a bloody sniper on the loosing. The brunette still was wary, the open space was making her anxious. Not that she would display her anxiety though as that would be very unprofessional. 

“Dr Alexander ?” 

Amelia turned back to face the group. In her hands, Nikki held a paper crane.

“That err.. That chimes with my first examination of the bodies. Steven Lakhani, unshaven, untrimmed nails, greasy hair and some body odour.  Andrea Lakhani looks under weight, no make up, traces of a manicure but its not recent and the same with her hair”

“I think something went wrong for the couple before they were killed” Jack stated while leaning against the top of the car. 

“Oh yeah?” Cloud challenged. 

 “Yeah” Amelia interrupted in a serious tone, she approached DS Cloud slowly sizing him up. The man looked bored. Very interested in leaving. He seemed to have no respect for the gathering of ideas and evidence. 

“They had a house five miles away, but they chose to stay in a hotel by the airport”   

DS Cloud broke eye contact and looked away from her. 

She really did not like this man. 

“You’ve got to ask, why couldn’t they go home?” she inquired. Cloud continued to look disinterested in her hypothesis. She felt her two colleagues watching her intently. It was rare for her to become so riled up so quickly. 

A woman, short hair, pale skin approached the group. “Mam, the Chief commissioner wants an update” 

As the DCI walked off to talk to, who Amelia could only assume was the chief commissioner, she turned and walked towards the woman standing near her. She took a breath. 

“Hello, my names Amelia Rowell” she smiled at the woman who seemed surprised by her interaction. 

“Gabby” she said, “Nice to meet you Amelia” She gave Amelia a small smile and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“This is going to be a hassle for the higher ups right?” Amelia attempted to lighten the mood. 

“You have no idea” Gabby replied shaking her head slightly. “Talking of higher ups” 

A man approached them and began talking Gabby.  Amelia saw this as her time to leave. 

She looked at her watch. 9:35am. Time to pack up some evidence! 

She walked over to the car, joining Nikki and Jack. 

“Bag this all up and process it more at the Lyell” Nikki said She stopped as Amelia approached. Turning to her she joked “Cloud pressing your buttons much?” 

Amelia gave her an awkward smile. “Obvious much?” 

“Its not like you to be so fiery” Jack said raising his eyebrow at her. 

“Yeah” Nikki agreed “Are you feeling aright?” 

Amelia thought for a second, looking away. “Just a little peachy today.” She looked back at them and smiled “You know me, I’m fine”

Jack watched her for a second, obviously not expecting that type of answer. Nikki gave her a small smile and a nodded. Before she could respond, her phone rang. 

“Thomas?” Nikki smiled, it faltered for a second and her tone became more serious. “Okay, I’ll let them know” 

“What's wrong?” Amy asked. She crossed her arms and watched Nikki put  the phone down from her ears hesitantly. She had her suspicions and really did not what to be right. Nikki looked at her with a grim expression. 

“There may have been another shooting”

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The day ticked on from there. Nikki, Thomas and Jack went to investigate the second shooting. Amelia headed back to the Lyell. She had a lot of logging to do. Not just for this new sniper case but for her independent work as well. She strolled in. 

“Morning Clarissa, how's my favourite lady?” 

“Good morning Amelia” Clarissa sung back. “I’m just preparing the space for the bodies, is it true? Sniper on the loose?” 

Amelia stopped at her desk “ We don’t really know much. Three people dead, suspected forth” 

“Confirmed forth”

“What seriously!” Amelia gaped. 

“Nikki confirmed it, you guys have to be careful” 

“We’ve got to get him Clarissa” Amelia mumbled. 

“We will Amelia, we will”   

 File after file, Amelia made her way categorising every piece of evidence she had. She has received an email from Thomas, it contained all the pictures new crime scene. A women probably around the same age as her had been shot in the side of the head.

 A large coffee cup was placed directly in front of her. For a second she just stared at the coffee. Then looked up at Jack with a blank expression. Amelia hadn’t even noticed the team coming in. She narrowed her eyes slightly and cautiously took the coffee from his hands. She brought the cup to her lips and took a sip. ‘Oh my word’ 

Her face lit up. “Caramel!” 

Jack smiled. “Of course, what else” 

This day had definitely got ten times better. 

“Thanks Jack you are actually a life saver!” 

As he walked away to his desk he laughed and said “I know Amy, I know. What would you do without me?” 

Amelia smiled to herself.  She really didn’t know. 

Later Clarissa had the results on the ballistics. Everyone huddled around her desk. 

“Bullet from the tree is a 308 ball round, the snipers ammo of choice. Easy to shoot. Superior terminal ballistics. Predictable trajectory, even in high winds”

“Any trace?” Gabby asked.

“Negative for prints” Clarissa shook her head, “I’ve swabbed for DNA, but I doubt it’d survive with the heat of the firing and impact”

“What kind of range are we talking?” 

“If you know what your doing, you can score reliable hits, from up to eight hundred metres in all but the most extreme weather conditions” Clarissa continued. 

“And if you just want to hit anything?” Gabby frowned. 

“There have been documented fatalities at well over one thousand metres with this bullet” 

Wonderful... 

After six hours of typing she was done. Done! She had finished. Everything was were everything needed to be. Amelia glanced at everyone in the office. Clarissa was hard at work typing away, Thomas was in his office on the phone, Jack looked very focused looking up whatever he was looking up. 

They were getting somewhere. This sniper would be found. Yet, she was sure the sniper wasn’t finished. 

She watched Thomas stand up from his chair, that uneasy feeling greeted her again. 

“There's been another shooting” 

Immediately everyone started moving, Jack ran to get Nikki. Clarissa began making phone calls. Amelia grabbed her coat from her chair and caught Thomas’s eye. 

“No” 

Amelia looked at Thomas sharply. “What?” 

“I need you to look into something for me” 

“But surely this is more important Thomas?”

Amelia crossed her arms over her chest. 

 “Fine” she said sharply. She sat back down at her desk. It seemed the independent inquiry was more pressing then she first assumed. 

“Is everything okay?” Nikki asked suddenly. 

“Yes everything is fine” Thomas said while “Amelia, I’ve emailed you the extra information” 

And with that they were gone.

#silent witness #jack hodgson #oc #fanfic

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Any hawks domestic headcanons? Morning routine? Movies? Pizza toppings? Early morning or late afternoon de-stress flight? Night owl or morning chicken? Does he has a driving license? Road rage? How does he get in cars or elevators with huge ass wings? Does he like to play music while flying around? How is his wing-care routine? Does he have one??? Does he tweet???????? So many questions

Technically...

My requests are closed permanently and have been for a while. However, I've been up and down all week and contemplating that good soft, squishy domestic fluff feels so nice right now.

Morning Routine:

He's an early riser thanks to pure conditioning. He gets up, changes into workout clothes, has a light breakfast, and then a light morning workout. Return for a quick shower, change for work, and grab coffee on the way. I wouldn’t be surprised if he ate some sort of extra microwaved breakfast item while going over briefs before patrol.

Movies:

I got asked this a while ago, but I’m not 100% sure what kinds of movies he’d be into - probably at least a few of the typical “guy”/action movies and such, but not much more than that that I could justify. He seems to admire traditionally masculine figures, so he might enjoy some of the media aimed at the stereotypical “guy.”

Pizza Toppings:

Besides chicken? I imagine some of the less greasy options like most vegetables. With the right flavor profile of the whole pizza (like a hawaiin pizza) he might not be opposed to pineapple, but it’s not at the top of his list. 

Driving:

He does not have a driver’s license and likely never will. While getting into an elevator isn’t a big deal (wings are mostly feathers which are mostly air) as they can be compressed in a bit without much discomfort, getting into a car is far more of a cramped situation than he'd like unless it’s a limo - and even then it’s more constricting. In an elevator he’s standing up straight and his wings have room to hang down. In a car, he has to sit, and those wings have to go somewhere. Without room to the sides of his seat, behind the backrest, or an option to lean to one side the longer feathers have to bend out in odd ways and only have so much give to them before they either have to start bending where they connect or bend in the shaft which ruins those feathers completely.

If he’s feeling daring someday, he might get a motorcycle license, though.

Wing Care:

Preening is a must, and spa days with Hawks looks a little different with the added care he normally needs. Wings and feathers are such complicated pieces of biological machinery that they have to have regular maintenance - ideally every day with how hard he pushes them, but certainly no less than a few times a week or every other day. While elements like dust and normal wear and tear are typical considerations he also has to bear in mind the possibilities like parasites and larger particulates and odd substances that get caught between them as he sends out and recalls feathers throughout the day.

He certainly has a kit with feather care items like specialized brushes/combs and product as he is far from the only one in the world that possesses feathers at all; and there are many kinds of feathers and natural oils depending on type of feather and lifestyle but also less “conventional” products like medicated dust baths to kill parasites, absorbing excess oil, aiding in molting, and avoiding overexposure to moisture. While birds have natural glands to add preening oil to their own feathers, not every human with feathers possesses the ability to produce this oil and every kit comes with a jar of synthetic stuff just in case and alternate products and conditioners exist on the market for those that need/want them. Whether Hawks uses these products is unknown, but oil is essential for alignment, performance, waterproofing, and flight - not to mention just simply looking his best. Thankfully, he only possesses a few major types of feathers on one part of his body, and those feathers can aid him in preening, so it doesn’t take long to get it done like it does some others.

A super pampering session will end on a large sunlamp or private sunning room to relax and soak in some rays on the larger surface areas of his wings, maybe even take a nap and try not to get a sunburn..

#hawks #bnha hawks #hawks bnha #mha hawks #hawks mha #let's talk hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami #she speaks

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For @the-ghost-of-william-herondale, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Taking Charge Of Your Destiny.

The interesting thing about soulmates, Magnus figures out early on, is that even if their name doesn’t show up until your teens you still feel when they are hurt, physically at least. Magnus can remember times throughout his childhood and adolescence where he would feel intense bouts of pain but would not know where from. At 11 years old he felt a shooting pain in his collarbone, but was just sitting at the table reading. His shoulder aches for weeks afterward and he still has times where it is stiff to this day. When he was 14, in the middle of a dance routine his hand felt like the knuckles had cracked, it had felt like he had punched someone but he was just practicing his pirouettes.

As he got older, it happened less and less often. And then one day when he was 16 he woke up to find the name ‘Alexander’ scrawled on his hip. He knew from a young age that he was bisexual, not afraid to let the world know that he would love whom ever he chooses.

Now, more than a decade later, working as one of the youngest charge nurses in one of the busiest emergency departments in New York, Magnus didn’t really have time for soulmates.

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It’s a brisk November evening, the temperature hovering around 20 degrees when Magnus walks into the hospital, venti Starbucks coffee in hand. The temperature hovering around freezing put him a little on edge, people always forgot how to drive when the snow started to fall. And it would melt just enough to freeze into a sheet of black ice. He stops just outside the doors to take a breath of fresh air before walking through the doors to the clinical air of the hospital. He makes his way to the change rooms and changes out of the clothes he had worn for just the evening and into his scrubs. His hospital provides all of the charge nurses with the same deep, navy scrubs and he wears them with pride. He beat out a lot of people for this position and he works incredibly hard for his staff and his department. He glances at the clock, 2300, okay 30 minutes until the mayhem starts. There’s a certain aura of the night shift that Magnus loves. While the rest of the world has gone to sleep and shut down, his ER is buzzing with activity.

Magnus sits down with the charge from evenings and gets the rundown of the department, what staffing for nights looks like (he is fully staffed and thankfully no one has to be mandated), and what the patient counts look like for the various parts of the ER. Overall their census is lower than normal for this time of year, but Magnus isn’t holding his breath, nor is he going to say anything out loud. Once he’s finished getting report, he watches his night staff coming through the door, this particular rotation is filled with stellar staff and Magnus finds himself looking forward to the night ahead of him.

The night starts out much like any other, Magnus goes around the various sections of the ER, making sure all of his staff have what they need to do their jobs properly. He is somehow able to make it back to the high acuity section where his desk is without any big problems coming up. He is getting caught up on paperwork, paperwork he has needed to do for days, when one of the spritely new residents comes walking up to the charge desk.

Magnus looks up from the papers he is signing, “Hello Simeon, to what do I owe the honour tonight?”

“Okay, so it’s Simon.. Lewis,” the resident says shows Magnus his badge, Magnus huffs a laugh, of course he knows his name, Magnus just likes to see the new ones flustered. “But honestly I had an energy drink before I started and now I am buzzing. But it’s so quie--” Magnus puts his index finger up to Simon’s lips trying to stop him from continuing. “-t.”

Magnus rolls his eyes before making eye contact with him. “You did not just say that word, there is one rule when working in a hospital that you need to know. You never say the q word, I don’t care if there are no people in ANY of these beds that word does not pass your lips.” Dr. Catarina Loss is walking up as Magnus finishes chewing into the frightened looking resident.

“Good evening Magnus, what did you say to scare my poor resident so badly.”

“Well you see Dr. Loss, your poor resident here decided to tempt fate by saying the q-word. I was just explaining that when, not even if we get a huge rush, he owes my whole group of nurses breakfast.” Catarina looks at Simon and smirks.

“Sorry Simon, but you are on your own here. It is like the unspoken rule that you never say that word. Good luck tonight, I will be in my call room getting a little shut eye while I still can.”

As soon as she finishes talking Magnus has the wind knocked out of him, he feels like something is crushing his chest and he has to grab the desk in front of him to stabilize him. “Magnus!” Catarina comes rushing around the desk so that she is directly in front of him “Magnus, answer me, are you okay?” The crushing pain only lasts for about 30 seconds before it turns to a dull ache. He looks up at Caterina and she has her stethoscope in her ears and diaphragm against his chest.

“Yeah,” He breathes out, “It felt like something was crushing me and then now it just feels like a dull ache.” Catarina is counting his respirations and finishing up his work up before she answers.

“Well, physically you check out. But please take it easy, and if anything I mean anything happens, come and get me.”

“Yes, mom,” he says, rolling his eyes once again, rubbing his chest as he does so. Catarina starts to turn around when his phone rings, he brings it up to his ear and puts his hand up to stop Catarina from leaving.

As soon as he is off the phone he gathers his team around him. “Okay everyone get ready, we have a 4 car MVC coming in, they are transporting the hardest hit vics. Helen,” He looks at the unit clerk, “call a respiratory 25 arriving in 5 minutes, they have one patient in respiratory distress in the ambulance right now. Lydia, Dot you two get the resus room set up, Lydia you will be the primary nurse for that patient, Dot you will assist her. Let me know as soon as they are stable. There are also 6 other vics who are being brought here, they are all stable as of right now and will go through triage. Buckle up everyone we are in for a long night ahead of us.” The ER turns into a flurry of movement around him, his team works seamlessly together, getting ready for an incoming resus, as well as an influx of patients.

Moments later 2 paramedics come rushing through the doors of the ambulance bay, talking a mile a minute to Lydia as brings them toward the resus room. “Alexander Lightwood, 25 year old, Male, MVC, extracted with the jaws, lost consciousness on the way here, we started bagging him,” the paramedic looks at his watch “6 minutes ago.” Lydia signs the papers the paramedics hand her once she is done getting report.

“Lydia, you look like you have it handled here, do you two need anything else?” Magnus asks, Lydia looks up taking the stethoscope off from around her neck and puts it in her ears and presses it to the patient’s chest while Dot is busy hooking him up to their monitors.

“No we’re okay here,” She pauses for a second before adding, “But if you could see where the fuck RT is that would be helpful.” A moment later, Ragnor Fell, the respiratory therapist, runs into the room and gets to work. Magnus knows his staff have this handled so he leaves it to them while he goes to triage and helps where he can.

Patients just do not stop coming in as the night trudges on. Magnus is pulled every which way, still managing to let his nurses go for breaks though, he even manages to sneak off for a 30 minute break himself during a small lull in the action.

When he gets back to his desk Lydia comes up to him with an update on their patient from the ambulance. “Okay so our patient in resus, Alexander is stable, he is currently on 8 litres of O2 but he is stable enough to be transferred to a different bed.” Magnus looks over his bed assignments and thinks of where he should go.

“Bring him to bed 17 in high acuity.” She nods her head and walks back to her patient. Magnus runs his hand over his face, it’s been so crazy that he hasn’t even had a chance to focus on the aching in his chest. It’s still there he notices, but definitely just an ache, and an overall soreness, although that can be contributed to the fact that he has been on his feet for a solid 3 hours, running around his ER.

He falls back into the chair at his desk, cautiously optimistic that he can squeeze a tiny bit more paperwork in, asking Helen if there have been any staffing changes for the morning he should be aware of. Thankfully he is able to squeeze out some preparation for the day shift before a monitor beeps loudly. Magnus looks up at the central monitoring system on the monitor above his desk, and sees that bed 17 has gone into v-tach. He feels the heaviness in his chest again, but pushes through it. He jumps out of his chair and grabs runs toward the bed in question.

“Helen, call a code blue to high acuity, Lyds, get over here,” by this point Magnus is at the bedside. Shouting orders before the doctors get there. They have ripped the blankets off of the patient’s body, and are moving the head of the bed down. “Dot the backboard.” She passes him the board and he goes to put it under him. “Okay, let’s roll him on 3. 1, 2, 3.” As they roll him Magnus sees it, in the brief second his back is on display he sees it clear as day. The name Magnus in a flowing script along the back of his ribs. Magnus shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. Dot starts bagging him, while Lydia starts compressions. Just in time, the code blue team comes and takes over. Magnus takes a step back and moment to think through what just happened. His mind is racing, he thinks to himself Magnus must be a common name, he couldn’t possibly be his soul mate.

He walks back to the desk and runs his hand over the nape of his neck. He turns to the clerk beside him, “Helen, what is the patient’s name in bed 17?” He knows he could just as easily look it up, but his mind is everywhere right now. She gives him a slightly curious look, obviously thinking the same thing, but she turns to her computer and looks it up for him.

“Lightwood,” She says, pausing before saying the first name. “Alexander.” Magnus lets out the breath he was holding.

He takes this information and lets it ruminate in his brain for a little while he tries desperately to regain hold of his ER. He makes a quick round and glances up at the clock on the wall, 0639. He takes a breath, so maybe he didn’t get his second break, but most of his staff did, so that’s a win in and of itself. He has 50 minutes until day shift starts, he needs to figure out what the fuck is going on. He sits back at the desk and Catarina fills him in on bed 17.

“He is once again stable, we think we have figured out the right meds to keep him that way. But Magnus,” She looks him in the eye. Over the last few years he has been working in the ER they have gotten close, close enough apparently to broach topics that aren’t completely professional. “When I was doing his assessment I saw it.” Magnus sucks in a breath, she couldn’t have noticed it too, and put two and two together. “That can’t be a coincidence.” She whispers her next words. “Your name on his back, you pretty much collapsing just minutes before his MVC is called in. And don’t think I haven’t seen your soul mark when you are reaching up, you aren’t trying very hard to hide the name on your hip.”

Magnus looks up at her pleading, “My mind is a mess right now, what do I do? I can’t just walk up to him and be like hey, this is completely unprofessional but I think I may be your soulmate.”

She looks back at him and says, “Look, I can’t tell you what to do, but what I can say is his emergency contact is coming in from another state, he will probably be waking up within the next couple hours and your shift ends in,” she glances up at the clock, “40 minutes.”

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Magnus skirts through the rest of the shift, he is extremely glad that his staff is so strong because they hold him up when his focus isn’t 100%. He heads to bed 17 on his way out, he’s not sure if he should, but his legs lead him there before his mind can catch up. He sits in the chair next to the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees and rubbing his face with his hands. What am I doing here? He thinks to himself. Just as he is about to get out, he hears movement in the bed and a groan coming from the man. He immediately jumps back into nurse mode.

“No, don't try and talk. Let me get your doctor for you.” Magnus gets out of the chair and goes up to the desk. “Aline can you please page Dr. Loss back here please.” She gives him a look, as if to ask if he’s sure. “Yes I know she hands over 20 minutes, but please get her.”

Cat gets back to the ER quickly and they are able to extubate him once she and Raphael Santiago, the oncoming respiratory therapist are happy with his O2 levels. Once everyone leaves, Magnus walks back toward him. “Are you my nurse?” Alexander asks, his voice still scruffy from the intubation. Magnus huffs out a laugh.

“No, that would be Clary on days I believe.” He pauses to think of whether or not he should tell him. “Uhhhh, I am the charge nurse from nights actually. You gave us quite the scare last night, Alexander.” He tries to sit up in his bed, gritting through his teeth.

“It’s Alec.” Magnus gets up, and helps adjust the head of the bed. Alec takes a sharp breath in.

“Are you okay, do you need me to get your nurse so she can get you some pain meds?”

“Magnus?” Alec whispers, so softly Magnus almost doesn’t hear. Magnus looks down and notices that his badge is right in his eyesight. “It can’t be.”

Magnus sits back down in the chair beside him, wondering what he should say. He puts his head back in his hands, and says softly back at him, “I think it is.”

“So, you know?”

“I saw my name after you coded last night, we were turning you, and it was there, clear as day. And I felt it, the moment your car crashed. I almost collapsed in the middle of my own ER.” He looked back up at Alec, who’s eyes were glossy.

“I never thought I’d find you.” He chokes out. “And it takes me almost dying for you to come to me, what kind of sick karma is that?” Alec tries to laugh, but groans as soon as he starts.

“Don’t try and laugh. You have multiple broken ribs and you are pretty banged up from the accident.” Magnus takes a chance and reaches for Alec’s hand. “You know I tried finding you many times. But Alexander is such a common name, it was no use, I gave up too. I’m sorry for giving up.” Alec looks back at him like he's hung the sun, squeezing his hand as tight as he can manage. They sit there in silence, just holding each other's hands for a few minutes. Magnus can feel his eyes start to droop, the exhaustion from the night before finally starting to catch up with him.

“Magnus, why don’t you go home. If you know where my phone is you can put your number in it.” Alec says with a smirk. Magnus has to say, he’s impressed, even laid up in a hospital bed this man has game. Magnus grabs a piece of scrap paper from his pocket and a pen and jots his name and number down.

He’s handing it to Alec when Clary walks in. She clears her throat, “What are you doing with my patient Magnus?” Magnus' face immediately turns beet red.

“Uhhhh just catching up with an--- old friend?” Magnus answers, although he can tell she’s not convinced.

“Well your old friend here needs to be assessed, besides you should be going home to sleep!” She tells him.

“Yeah yeah, I was just leaving.” As he walks away he hears Alec ask for his phone, and Magnus smirks, hoping he will put that number to good use.

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Magnus wakes up to a text from Alec, it’s nothing much, just telling him that he’s been moved up to the ICU. Magnus furrows his brow, he figured he would have been admitted to the hospital, but was hoping he would be able to avoid the ICU. He goes about his evening routine, working out, prepping his lunch for the upcoming shift. He just cuts out his lounging time so he can head into the hospital early. He walks in and throws all his belongings besides his badge, phone and wallet in his lockers, walking to the elevators still in his civilian clothing, a pair of jeans, deep purple v neck t-shirt and his favourite leather jacket. He walks into the ICU and up to the desk which just so happens to be staffed with one of his favourite float clerks, he says he’s there to see Lightwood in room 4017, he is secretly pleased that he is bed 17 on this unit too. She smirks at him knowingly but sends him to the right room.

He walks into the room to see Alec with a small but beautiful young woman with jet black hair, she is sitting on his bed facing Alec, her head thrown back in laughter. “Iz, please don’t make me laugh, it hurts too much.” Magnus takes a good look at Alec, he still looks super banged up, his left leg is elevated and in a cast and he has a nasal cannula giving him oxygen and a quadrupel baxter pump that makes Magnus wince when he thinks about trying not to tangle the lines. He doesn’t realize he’s just been standing there staring into space until a new voice brings him out of his daze.

“You must be Magnus.” The woman says, “I’m Izzy, Alec’s favourite sibling.” She extends her hand which Magnus takes immediately.

“Uhhh yeah, I’m Magnus. I’m not sure what Alexander’s told you about me.”

“Oh honey, I grew up knowing your name. Alec tried desperately to hide his mark from everyone else, but there was no hiding it from me. Although my dear brother didn’t mention how handsome you were.” Magnus smiles shyly, looking toward the ground avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room.

“Iz, stop please, we just met this morning, let us at least get to know each other a bit before you embarrass us.”

Izzy looks at her phone, “Fine, but only because it’s a quarter to 9 and I have to check into my hotel.” She brushes the hair off of Alec’s forehead and places a kiss. “Bye big brother.” She starts to walk out the door and stops right beside Magnus who is still at the door of the room. “Take care of him please.”

“Always,” he breathes out, his voice betraying him before he can think of what he is saying.

Magnus takes the seat beside Alec and takes his hand in his own. He takes a good look at Alec, his breathing is still laboured and his skin is cold. He knows immediately that the ICU is definitely the right unit for him. It pains him to see Alec like this, he knows they just met, but actually feeling the pain that brought him here adds another layer of hurt. They sit there talking, well mostly Magnus talking, for what feels like hours before his IV pump starts to beep. His nurse is in there moments later with another IV bag of fluids and meds, obviously anticipating the completion of the bag.

“You know Magnus, it’s past visiting hours and I should be kicking you out.” Alec’s nurse, Anna says. He recognizes her as one of the float nurses he occasionally gets on his night shifts.

“You know Anna, you could just look the other way.” He flutters his eyelashes, “And I will make sure you get a good assignment the next time you are in my ER.” He adds a wink for good measure.

“You better,” she smiles at him, “But you should really pay attention to the time, it’s already 2240. You aren’t even changed yet.” Magnus looks back to Alec, he knows he needs to leave soon but can’t bring himself to get up from the chair. Alec’s grip on Magnus’ hand starts to loosen and his eyes start to droop close, the pain medication Anna gave him finally taking effect. When his breathing starts to even out, Magnus gets out of his chair, stopping to place a soft kiss on his forehead before he leaves the unit. His shift goes swimmingly, just steady enough that it goes by fast, but not enough that it is out of control. It’s a good thing because his mind and heart is elsewhere.

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On the third day of his stay, Alec continues to desat and the doctors end up doing a pleurocentesis, removing the fluid around the lungs and Alec starts to get better after that, better enough that he is moved to the step down unit on day 4. He starts to improve rapidly after that, blowing the doctors and nurses away. On day 8 he gets discharged, with strict orders to have someone watch over him, that’s how they end up here at the entrance to the hospital, Alec’s bag thrown over his shoulder, Alec on crutches holding gripping his prescription in his left hand.

Alec looks over to Magnus and says, “You didn’t have to take time off just to take care of me.”

Magnus smiles back at him as he pulls up to the car he had parked conveniently by the front door. “Of course I did silly, your sister had to leave yesterday and they wouldn’t let you get discharged without someone. Besides I only technically took 1 week off, you just caught me on my week off.” He helps Alec into the car. “Anyway I have some pretty great eye candy to keep me company.” Magnus winks at him, before kissing him gently. Alec brings his hand up under Magnus’ shirt, grazing his fingers along his hip. Magnus feels a spark when Alec goes over his mark, and then it is like everything falls into place. This part of him that was missing for so long, the hole in his heart that he didn’t even know was there was now filled. Sometimes accidents tear people apart, but sometimes they can pull people who were broken back together.

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[jemelle]

these are ties that bind (6/8)

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fandom: criminal minds

rating: t

(chapter) word count: 2,259

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summary: emily and hotch must pretend to be in a long-term relationship in order to foster carrie. shenanigans and serious conversations alike ensue.

a/n: content warnings in this chapter for a brief description of bruising

six.

Emily left the house and began running, thinking of nothing other than the feeling of her feet on the pavement. She ran in wide circles around their neighborhood, ignoring the people who waved at her from their yards, and, slowly but surely, she felt some of the tension seep away. When she finally stopped for a breath, Emily realized her phone was ringing. It was Hotch. Her finger hovered over the ‘decline’ button before she sighed and pressed ‘accept.’ Even after all that had occurred between them, she trusted Hotch to not interrupt her solitude unless it was absolutely necessary. “Emily?” It was Carrie on the other end of the line. She sounded frantic, and Emily felt her stomach drop. Shit. What now?

“What’s the matter?” She turned back in the direction of the house, setting a brisk pace. There was a short pause, and Emily could hear Carrie’s breath coming in gasps. “It’s… it’s Hotch. He came back from getting Jack and he fell and he’s not getting back up. I think he’s breathing but I’m not sure.” Emily began to run, still holding her phone to her ear. “Is Jack okay?” “Yeah, he’s with me. You’ll be here soon?” Her voice wobbled and she sounded every inch herself, a girl who had been hurt so much more than she’d admit. Emily wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone and hug her. “Of course,” she said instead, breaking into a sprint. “I love you.” Later, after the adrenaline had passed, Emily would consider why it had felt so perfectly natural, the obvious way to end the call. Later, Carrie would say “I love you too” and Emily would get to pull her into a deep hug. Later, it would become second nature, a routine call and response. Now, though, Emily simply ran. It was no longer the peaceful activity it had been before. Each footstep conjured awful images: Hotch hurt and bleeding, Emily too late to save him. It was the dream all over again, only this time it was Hotch she had failed. Shaking hands made fitting the key in the lock difficult, but Emily steadied herself long enough to open the door. Carrie was waiting for her in the entryway, worrying her lip hard enough that Emily could see a drop of blood forming. “He’s in the bathroom. I tried to move him, but…” Emily put her hands on Carrie’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes, trying to tamp down on her panic for Carrie’s sake. “You did what you could, okay? Go take care of Jack.” Hotch will be fine, she wanted to say. No lying, a very Hotch-like voice admonished her, and Emily almost cracked a smile at how familiar the exchange was. Carrie looked at her, eyes shining with tears, and Emily forced herself to let go, though not before giving Carrie’s shoulders a last, light squeeze. I am still here. Hotch was lying face-up on the tile floor, dressed only in a t-shirt and shorts. His skin was pale and his eyes were closed, but he didn’t look peaceful. Instead, his expression was one of weariness, crinkled lines folding around his eyes and mouth set in a frown. Emily crouched down to feel his pulse, pressing two fingers against his neck and sending a prayer to long-abandoned gods. And thank whatever deity might be out there, he had a pulse. It was faint but insistent, and Emily thought she had never felt more relief in her life. Even in Italy, knowing it was over, hadn’t felt quite like this. Emily threaded her arms under Hotch’s, using her whole body to pull him up into a sitting position and moving him carefully until he was leaning against the bathtub. He still hadn’t uttered a sound. Next, she got a washcloth from the pile next to the sink, wetting it under the tap. The only sound in the room was the steady flow of water, and Emily began to talk just to fill up the rest of the silence. “Don’t ever do that again, Hotch.” She was crying now, letting out the tears she had been loath to let Carrie see fall. “What was I supposed to do without you?” As she knelt to press the washcloth against his face, Hotch stirred, opening his eyes a fraction and then grimacing. Emily pressed the cool compress against his forehead, closing her eyes in a futile attempt to stem the flow of tears.

“Can you stand up?” Hotch gave a valiant effort, lifting himself a fraction off the floor before collapsing back down on it. His pained groan told Emily he was definitely hurt, but hopefully it was nothing more than a couple bruises. 

“Okay, where does it hurt?” Hotch gestured to his back, wincing at the movement.

“Here?” Emily reached out to touch his torso, but his hand flew out to stop her.

“There’s something you need to know,” he said, voice little more than a whisper.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, retracting her hand, Hotch following suit a moment later. What could he possibly need to say that couldn’t wait? If he was seriously hurt, every second that passed was a second he wasn’t getting help. 

“Obviously, these aren’t ideal circumstances, but I wouldn’t be telling you this if I didn’t trust you,” he said, then smiled wanly. “Plus, I suppose there won’t ever really be a perfect time.”

“Hotch– Aaron, whatever it is, I’m here for you.” She wouldn’t have made that statement even a month ago, but so much had changed since then. He was still her boss, but Aaron was also her partner, even if neither of the traditional senses really applied. 

Hotch seemed to struggle with the words for a moment, opening and closing his mouth before speaking.

“I’m transgender.” he said, then continued without pause, as if stopping would rend him of all the courage he had just gathered. “It’s just... I’m wearing a binder.”

Emily clamped down on her initial reaction of surprise, knowing how much she hated it when others reacted that way. Instead, she stayed focused on figuring out his condition, assessing the situation with this new information.

“Okay,” she said, infusing the word with as much love and care as possible. “Can I help you get it off?” 

He nodded and turned his back towards her, shoulders relaxing minutely. Gently, Emily grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled first shirt and then binder over his head. Aaron hissed as the binder peeled off of his body, revealing skin underneath that was just beginning to mottle. In a few hours, the bruises would all be blue and purple.

“Jesus, Aaron.” It was an unpleasant sight, though Emily was glad that it seemed to be the only damage.

“It feels better now,” he assured her. “The pressure was the worst part.”

Nonetheless, Emily monitored him carefully as she helped him up and into their bedroom. After Aaron had settled himself in bed, dressed in the same GW Law sweatshirt he had been wearing that first night, Emily finally let her questions spill out.

“How did this happen?” She kept her tone as free of concern as possible, though she couldn’t entirely erase the traces of worry. As far as she knew, Aaron wasn’t prone to fainting, so something was clearly up.

“This morning I woke up and I couldn’t bring myself to eat anything, not when we still hadn’t solved the case,” he explained. Emily mentally kicked herself for not noticing that Hotch hadn’t joined them at breakfast. 

“And then we found her and I thought the feeling would fade. But I couldn’t stop thinking about how much she looked like Carrie.”

“You should have told me.” Emily knew it was hypocritical to ask that Hotch open up to her when she was terrible at communication herself, but she hated knowing that Aaron thought he had no one to lean on. 

He continued on as if she hadn’t interjected. “I’m no doctor, but I would guess that the combination of anxiety and not eating led to the fainting.”

Emily nodded, ready to accept the explanation, but Hotch wasn’t finished.

“Plus, I may have been wearing my binder for longer than is strictly advisable,” he admitted in a rush, not meeting her eyes.

And with that, he brought the conversation around to the topic the two of them had been studiously avoiding. It wasn’t that Emily didn’t want to talk about it, but rather that she didn’t know how. She had never planned on this moment. But then again, she had never expected to find the family that was the BAU.

Still, the Bureau wasn’t exactly a good place to be gay, let alone transgender. JJ was the only person she had come out to, and even then Emily had known that it could spell the end of her time at the BAU. Aaron had put his faith in her, and Emily could picture all too well the terror that must have accompanied the decision.

She wanted to return that confidence, she realized. Even as they had grown closer, Emily had been guarding herself, unsure of how he would react. But she was finally ready to be vulnerable.

“Aaron, I have something to tell you as well.” He looked at her quizzically, and Emily forced herself to meet his eyes. “I’m a lesbian.”

“What?” Emily felt a flash of hurt that he hadn’t hidden his surprise, but that feeling was quickly replaced by doubt.

“Weren’t we sharing secrets?” She tried to keep her tone lighthearted, but her bravado had faded, replaced by a quaver in her voice.

“Oh-- yes. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

Emily’s first instinct was to press, to ask why he had been so surprised. Her determination was what had gotten her this far in life, her belief in never giving up. But she also felt, now more than ever, that they had time ahead of them. Her questions could wait for another day.

“I’m going to go check on Carrie and Jack,” she told him instead, leaning down and pressing an impulsive kiss to his forehead.

As Emily descended the stairs, she heard soft voices coming from the living room. When she entered, Jack was playing with the stuffed jaguar that Emily had seen Carrie pack not so many weeks ago, zooming it through the air and chattering softly to himself. Carrie was sitting on the floor with him, smiling weakly, but her facade shattered the moment she saw Emily.

She began sobbing, hiccuping as she stood up and held out her arms. Emily strode forward and wrapped Carrie in a tight hug. She could feel Carrie shaking as she sniffled against Emily’s shoulder.

“He’s going to be alright?” Carrie asked, then hid her face in Emily’s hair as if she couldn’t bear to know the answer. 

“Yes,” Emily whispered, rocking them back and forth. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I was so scared. I saw him on the ground and he looked like… he looked like…” Her sobs overtook her, and Emily pulled her closer, taking deep lungfuls of air until she heard Carrie’s breathing begin to match hers. 

Jack toddled over to where they were standing, tugging at Emily’s shorts until she broke away from Carrie. He motioned upward and she obliged, scooping him into her arms. 

“Why are you sad?” he asked, looking at Emily and Carrie in turn. Emily hesitated. In the grand scheme of things, what had happened to Aaron wasn’t significant at all, but Jack’s world was still so small.

“We were just a little scared, buddy,” Emily said, bouncing him lightly. With a watery smile, Carrie leaned over and touched his nose, provoking a giggle.

“Where’s my dad?” 

“He’s upstairs,” Carrie said, only sniffling a little. “I’m going to go see him. Do you want to come with me?”

Left on her own, Emily’s mind wandered to thoughts of Carrie. In so many ways, she reminded Emily of herself. She was smart and stubborn, had seen too much and knew it. But Emily was determined that Carrie would have the support Emily had craved, the kind she had gotten from Matthew and John but never from her own mother. 

Eventually, Carrie returned without Jack, coming to stand in silence next to Emily. She was toying idly with the jaguar, eyes fixed on it instead of looking up.

“Danny was so still,” she said after a while, and Emily nodded, though it wasn’t really a statement that required affirmation.

“You know, sometimes I wonder why I got a second chance and he didn’t,” Carrie continued, voice rising and words beginning to pick up speed. “ I wasn’t the good child. The last real conversation I had with my parents was an argument. When I walked into that bathroom, I thought maybe God had realized his mistake and was going to take this away from me as well.”

“No,” Emily said firmly. “I don’t believe in fate, but I do believe that you’re not a bad person for being the one who lived. You might always believe that Danny should’ve survived, but the best thing you can do now is live for him.”

Carrie nodded slowly. “I can do that, I think.”

Emily smiled. Once again, she felt acutely that there was no need to rush. There would be time for questions and revelations. There would be time to make mistakes and get things right. There would be time enough for them to heal.

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[cauliflowercounty]

You’re Not Alone Pt. II

Warnings:  None!  Some Fluff/A Little Angst.  Enjoy!

Clyde’s been home for a while, but doesn’t have a job yet.  The reader sees a listing on a bulletin board and makes a move. 

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Adjusting to life without his hand was frustrating for Clyde. In the first few days he was awake and still in the hospital, his arm was still very swollen and hurt, but you were with him as much as you could be.  He appreciated that a lot and loved finally having you near him again after months of wishing, infrequent letters and day dreaming.  You only left for your work and to get a change of clothes while he was in recovery.  You were there when the doctors said he could be released from the hospital because there hadn’t been any complications with the operation and no blood clots, thank goodness. The doctors told him he couldn’t be in better health, but whenever the doctors told him that, Clyde always thought “besides the arm” to himself.  After being released from the hospital in the car hime, Clyde was excited to go home for the first time in a long while, but the thought also made him sad because of how different things would be.

The moment he stepped back into the trailer, he almost started to cry.  Nothing had changed.  The furniture was still the same.  The decor was a tiny bit different.  There was a new framed photo of you and him on the shelf, the TV was newer, and there was a vase of fresh flowers with a welcome home card in the coffee table.  Even with these slight differences, it was almost as if he’d never left, but he knew that wasn’t true because he had a missing hand to show for it.

“Welcome home,” you’d said to him, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek with a warm smile.  “What are you thinking about, Clyde?” you asked, knowing he’s got something heavy in his mind.”

“Darlin’ I don’ know if I can do this...,” he replied.  “I feel so weak...  I don’t think I can ever take care of myself...  Nobody’s gonna want a one-armed employee.”

“You aren’t weak, Clyde.  I know you and you are one of the strongest people I know.  I know it feels strange and a bit hopeless now, but it’ll be a process.  We’ll work this out together. I’m sure of this.  One step at a time, Clyde,” you reassured him, saddened that he was hurting.  You’d led him back to the bedroom where you snuggled all through the night for the first time in forever.  Clyde felt like he never wanted to let go.

After that day, you both rolled into a routine.  You’d both get up.  Clyde would take his meds and take a shower, taking extra care on cleaning his stump.  He’d put on his compression garment and change clothes.  All of this was an adjustment and it took a while to get used to doing with only one hand.come out to the kitchen and help you prepare breakfast, smiling each time you’d make the bacon extra crispy like he likes it.  After eating together, you’d go off to work and kiss him goodbye.  You’d come home after work and tell him about your work stories, which he always listened to intently, laughing at your jokes.  Of course, you’d always as him how his day was, too, and he shared as much as he could.  Sometimes, he’d go to the store or try a new hobby, all of which almost never worked out. Sometimes, Mellie or Jimmy would come by to check on him, but he days were long for Clyde.  You’d noticed he was getting twitchy and bored, and you begun to think of ways to change that.

“Have a great day, y/n!” your boss says as you leave work after your shift.  You wave at her as you head for the door, but a poster on the bulletin board catches your eye.

“Hey, Mariana?” you call as you step closer to get a better look.  “Can I take this poster?  I think Clyde might wanna look at it.”

“Go for it,” she replies, walking away.  You say your thanks as you remove the paper from the board, folding it neatly.  As you drive home, you’re smiling to yourself, trying to think of a way to tell Clyde your idea. Soon enough, you pull into the driveway and park your car.  You rush inside to see Clyde watching the TV, beer in hand.  

“Darlin’!” he smiles as you come over, giving him a proper kiss on the mouth. He pulls you down to sit next to him on the couch, and you wrap your arms around him “How was your day?”

“Work was normal, but I have something to tell you,” you say.  “Can I turn down the TV a bit?”

“Must be serious,” Clyde jokes as you reach for the remote.

“So. I was leaving work and I saw... this on the notice board.  Take a look,” you say, producing the poster from your pocket.  Clyde puts down his beer on the table and takes it from you and unfolds the paper, reading carefully. “The bar off the highways’s owner is retiring and he’s selling the space.  I was thinking we could go and check it out tomorrow for our Saturday outing.”

“Why?” Clyde asks, a bit puzzled.

“I thought you might be interested in buying it.  Getting back to work.  I’ve noticed you seem sad lately.  As much of a quiet stoic man you are, I know you like to see people. And I know that you’ve always wanted to learn to make a good drink,” you say, trying to convince him.

“I don’t know, Darlin’...  My hand and all...  I’m afraid no one ‘d come to a bar owned by someone like me, especially if I’m the bartender ‘n’ all,” he mumbles, looking down at his prothesis and raising it to you.  You sigh.

“Clyde...  I know it’s hard, but you’ve adapted to doing things so well so quickly.  You’re a quick learner and I’d think this would be really fun.  I don’t want to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but at least consider it?  I don’t like seeing you all mopey,” you smile, wrapping your arms back around him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck.

“Alright...”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll come and take a look at the space tomorrow. You’re right.  I should be gettin’ out more and this is just a first step,” Clyde agrees.

“Yes!” You exclaim, kissing him again.  

“I think this’ll be really good for me,” Clyde smiles.  “Thanks for suggestin’ it.”

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After you both get up, you head out in the car towards the bar.  As he pulls up to the bar, you can see Clyde’s getting more excited.  Stepping out of the car, you both walk up the stairs outside and go up to the door where Clyde knocks on it. You smile at him and encouraging look and he takes your hand in his. An old man opens the door wearing a worn down grey shirt with a couple holes in it and a pair of army green cargo shorts.

“Hey, are you John?” Clyde asks.

“Yep,” the man says, taking a drag from his cigarette.  “

“We saw your flyer about sellin’ your space. Is it still available?” Clyde asks as John eyes him a bit, which makes Clyde worry.  Had he already sold the bar? Were they too late?

“You look familiar,” John says.

“I do?” Clyde asks, almost squeaking.  

“You’re one of them Logans, ain’t ya?” John exclaims, pointing a finger at Clyde, and Clyde nods his head, thinking he already blew it.

“I remember... A while ago your brother Jimmy came in and told me all about his brother in the military...  Seems you’re that brother,” John explains, a slight smile on his face as he recalls his encounter. 

“Right you are and this is my girlfriend, y/n” Clyde responds, relieved that that that interaction didn’t turn south.

“Come on in, you both.  Don’t be shy,” John says, leading the way.  Inside you immediately see the bar that sticks out from the wall near the entrance, but the space opens up to reveal a large space with the occasional wood column that includes some sitting areas and a couple of pool tables.  The walls are wood and have beer posters on them. Some of the surfaces look a bit dusty.  

“Nice bar you got, John,” Clyde comments.  

“Yeah, She got some good bones.  The location’s good, too.  There’s people who come in as regulars and then the passer by from the highway.  It’s got AC an’ everythin’” John explains, pointing around the place to show it off.  “What do you think?”

“I think it’s great,” Clyde smiles.  “What’s your impression, Darlin’?”

“I can see you being really happy here Clyde... but it’s your decision, really,” you smile.  “How do you feel?”

“I feel good.  Hey John, can I see the back?” Clyde asks, pointing to a door marked with the sign “employees only.”  John nods and beckons Clyde behind the bar.  You wave him on to tell him to go without you. He disappears with John through the door, leaving you to walk around the main space.

As you look around, you can really start to see how Clyde can make the space his own.  He could put some neon signs up and add some nice lighting to the back, so it’s not so dark.  You look to the side and see a dusty old jukebox that hasn’t been used in 10 years, but you can imagine Clyde fixing it up and filling it with Bob Seger, classic rock, and old country music. The chairs are a bit run down, but you know someone who can reupholster them at a discount.

You look back to see John and Clyde emerging from the back with smiles on their face.  They’re laughing and John sticks his hand out for Clyde to shake, and Clyde takes it eagerly.  

“I’ll be hearin’ from you Mr. Logan,” John says.  “Travel safe.”

Clyde rushes back to you and takes your hand excitedly, taking you back out to the car.  As you climb in, you can feel the happiness radiating from Clyde.  

“What happened?” you ask, knowing what happened already, but wanting to hear it from him.  You smile, looking at the lovable goofy smile Clyde has plastered on his face.

“I just bought a bar,” Clyde says.

“Oh my god!  Clyde!  That’s so great!” you exclaim.

“... and I have you to thank for it.  Thanks for encouraging me to do it.  I got his phone number in my pocket and we’ll talk paperwork in the next few days.”

“That was fast!  I didn’t expect you to make a decision today!  Clyde I’m so happy for you,” you gasp, pulling him towards you for a hug.  He wraps his arms around you and kisses you gently on the cheek.  You giggle as you feel his beard tickle you as it brushes against your skin. 

“I think this was a good decision,” Clyde smiles.  “This means I’ll be workin’ again... and maybe you could come work with me too?”

“Really?  You’re serious?” you say, a bit surprised.  “You want me tow work with you?”

“Of course.  I love you and I’ve already spent too much time away from you and people who work at bard have crazy late hours ‘n’ all...” he reasons.

Clyde!  Of course I’ll come wrk at the bar with you!” you say to him, grabbing the sides of his head, kissing him on the lips this time.  You break away, both of you smiling like idiots.  “So, Mr Business owner.  What’s next?”

“I was thinkin’ a name for it,” Clyde replies.

“Oh?  Did you have any ideas?” 

“Duck Tape,” Clyde says after a few moments of silence and the name makes you both grin, knowing this’ll be the best thing you’ll have done together yet.

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