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fraks · 3 years

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LEVERAGE REDEMPTION 1x10 THE UNWELLNESS JOB

- i love when it's harry and sophie doing the client meetings. they work so well together—they both bring sympathy and knowledge to the table, though the latter from two different sides, and that's where they complement each other so well.

- EVIL LAWYER FJAKFJSIFHEKFJ WHY ARE YOU BEING SO FLIRTY, GUYS, IF WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE YOU'RE NOT ENDGAME??

- "maybe it's knife day." you guys are so ridiculous it's almost not even funny. almost.

- "this is about that evil lawyer crack earlier isn't it?" GUYS STOP (don't, don't ever stop).

- sophie throwing the knife. is just. 🥵 i need a minute or twelve. and harry, too, is equal parts impressed, scared, and turned on lbr.

- sophie doing an australian accent. 🔥🔥🔥

- these two bad guys are particularly nasty jfc.

- sophie backstory!!!! look how far our girl has come, just sharing so much of her life and herself with both the team in general and harry in particular. 😍 and harry is just... enthralled by her stories.

- "i've been keeping up with my evil lawyering reading." I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR. and so does sophie—just look at that smile!!! and harry+breanna fistbump! I LOVE THIS FAMILY.

- listen. three-piece suits are my weakness. HARRY in a three-piece suit? gotta lie down. harry in a three-piece suit TYING HIS TIE? I'LL BE IN MY BUNK.

- and another harry+breanna fistbump/handshake. harry is the silly parent lbr.

- JADE DILDO. I REPEAT: JADE DILDO.

- sophie cracking up when bronwyn doesn't know what to do—that's MY WIFE.

- HARRY FINALLY SAID SOPHIE'S NAME. not TO her, but HE FINALLY SAID IT—THREE TIMES. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE 1x01.

- "did you just kill a guy with an appetizer a jade dildo?" —nate, if he was still alive, probably.

- "why are you detained?" STOP FLIRTING YOU GUYS, YOU'RE IN MORTAL DANGER. and god that whole e.m.p. bit. SOPHIE DEVEREAUX. when did she get so smart? i mean, she's always been clever, but jfc this is waaay beyond what they let her do on the original leverage. she could EASILY have been the mastermind all along!! and she and harry play off each other so well, yet again. with some more training for harry, the two of them could grift their way across the world without any problem. MAKE IT SO.

- OTP SITTING TOGETHER, DRINKING, SHARING MORE SECRETS AND HAVING AN EMOTIONALLY MATURE CONVERSATION. I AM SO HERE FOR ALL OF THAT. "i think bronwyn does what she does because it's easy. and you do what you do, the way that you do it, because it's hard. and i find that distinction very attractive useful." (what? he definitely finds it attractive!)

- ugh harry talking about his daughter and his regrets. AND SOPHIE ABOUT HERS. "am i on that list?" JFC i am a WRECK. this ship is RUINING me. two people who clearly care about each other, who probably have similar interests and tastes but who, more importantly, don't shy away from having difficult conversations—who can both be incredibly open, emotionally speaking. NOW KIIIIIIIISS!!! nate/sophie is always gonna be my original otp, but sophie deserves someone who sees her for who she is and is delighted by her; who wants to see her happy; who has the emotional intelligence and maturity that harry does. (i still headcanon that he has an anxiety disorder and has had therapy which taught him how to express his feelings cause most people just aren't that good at doing that.)

- "WHEN YOU LEAVE" wait no. NO DON'T. DON'T DO THIS TO ME SHOW. HE CAN'T LEAVE. HE IS ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN TO LEAVE. but also, he promised her he'd do the hard thing. what if the hard thing is telling her how he feels about her? just a thought. and god his face when he makes that promise. thinking about all the other promises he wants to make to her.

- i've said this to @cminerva, but i want to have it here, too: okay now i need harry to call her sophie to her face. preferably while they're alone and having drinks and sharing more secrets (bonus points if they're naked, but i'm not holding my breath. yet.)

#leverage #leverage redemption #the unwellness job #harry wilson #sophie devereaux #tv: leverage #ship: harry x sophie #redemption spoilers #leverage redemption spoilers #leverage spoilers #spoilers #liveblogging

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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No More Takeaways - Part Two

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N okay so I am fully in love with how this turned out 😍

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“Babe come on it’s not even 7am yet” you groaned pulling the hoodie that definitely belonged to Clay around your body. “You just got back can’t we just go back home and go to bed”

“I promise I will go easy on you” Clay laughed draping his arm over your shoulder as you both flashed the guard your IDs “And you told me under no circumstances to let you order takeaway again because you wanted to get ready for Green Team”

“I know, I know” you sighed “I just have no will power, especially when you are on ops, I need my comfort food”

“I’m going to get some meals prepared in the freezer before I next get spun up” he laughed.

“Doesn’t mean I will cook them” you winked as you walked into the gym. “Come on then poster boy show me how a Seal trains, even though it’s probably going to kill me off and it will all be your fault” you giggled standing on your tip toes, kissing him lightly.

“Stop being dramatic and come warm up” Clay laughed, shaking his head “what’s your current time for a 3 mile run?”

“Between 20 and 22 minutes,” you said, dropping to the mat, stretching your leg out in front of you, your hand around your foot, pressing your chest against your thigh. “I just can’t seem to break the 20 minute barrier no matter how hard I try”

“Don’t worry, we will get there,” Clay smiled at you, helping you off the mat. “We’ve got plenty of time to get it down to under 18 minutes, I promise”

“What if I don’t Clay” you sighed as you both continued to stretch. “You know this is what I want to do and if it doesn’t happen then I have no clue what I want to do”

“Hey we shall have less of that talk babygirl” Clay said, placing his hand on the small of your back. “You will pass Green Team I know you will, and I know because you have me and the boys helping you, we have plenty of time before it all starts to get you where you need to be and before you know it you will be giving us a run for our money and will be running ops with us. Now come on let’s see what we can do the 3 mile in”

You had been running for the last two hours, your lungs felt like they were on fire and you were covered in sweat. Every time you worked out with Clay he always pushed you to your limits which you were grateful for as he knew how much you didn’t just want to pass Green Team but be one of the top candidates.

“Gimme a minute babe” you panted holding your hands behind your head trying to get as much air into your lungs as you could.

“Catch your breath and then we will see what your pull ups are like.” Clay smiled, you hated the fact that he wasn’t out of breath but you knew how much he lived in the gym so wasn’t surprised.

“Oh come on” you groaned, pulling your water bottle to your lips. “You are killing me here”

“Again with the dramatics” he winked slapping your bum as he walked by. “Now come on”

“We are going to get pancakes for breakfast after this” you groaned as you walked over to the pull up rack. “And you are buying”

“And when do I make you pay when I’m home” he smirked as you jumped grabbing onto the metal bar. “Now come on less talking more working”

“I prefer working out with Sonny” you huffed as you crossed your legs over and started doing pull ups.

“Just going to pretend I didn’t hear that baby girl” Clay laughed as he watched your form.

Another half an hour had passed and you were laid on the mat of the gym, hands over your face as your chest heaved.

“Would you look at this” Sonny roared as he walked into the gym standing over you, gently kicking you to make sure you were still alive. “blondielocks has killed her off”

“Clay, why would you do that?” Jase smirked as he walked over to you, crouching down moving your hands off your face. “You doing good kiddo?”

“Dying” you said between breaths.

“Yeah you may be dying but babygirl we broke the 20 minute mark for your 3 mile” Clay grinned “current speed 19 and and half minutes”

“Not good enough” you panted as Jase helped you to your feet.

“No negative talk or I will punch you” Sonny laughed pulling you into a hug before quickly pushing you away screwing his face up “eewww you are all sweaty”

“Blame blondie over there” you said before chugging your water “it’s not fair he hasn’t even broken a sweat”

“Let’s change that shall we” Jase smirked, grabbing the boxing pads. “Clay get your ass here, payback has arrived”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Clay’s face dropped as Jase never went easy on Clay, sitting on one of the benches, Ray came over to you placing both hands on your shoulder, squeezing them. Leaning back into him you smiled up at him.

“Shoulders holding out okay kid?” He asked. You never had any problems with your shoulders but knew he was talking from experience.

“Yeah they are, don't worry Ray” you nodded.

“Anyway we get back home from ops and you two are in the gym and looks like you have been for hours” Sonny said as he laid on the bench next to you.

“Yeah well someone got home, saw how many McDonald’s wrappers were in the bin and dragged my ass here” you laughed not taking your eyes off Clay and Jase box in the middle of the room. They hadn’t been going at it long but Jase was good and knew how to break Clay when training, his tight shirt pulling against his muscles with every punch, his chest rising and falling with every movement.

“That’s no cool young Jedi” Sonny shouted across the room “let your good lady eat what the fuck she wants whilst we are on ops”

“Thank you Sonny” you laughed fistbumping him. “I know it’s all good though he’s doing it so I can be the best and pass out of Green Team”

“Well then young cub” Sonny smirked sitting up, “ass up we going for round two”

“I fucking hate you all” you groaned.

“Yeah yeah tell us something we don’t know” Sonny laughed, tossing you another bottle of water. “We will have you rolling with us this time next year so we need to make sure you can keep up”

“I will beat your ass Sonny Quinn” you growled.

“Come on then Princess” he winked throwing you the boxing gloves “show me what you got”

“Just think of the pancakes, just think of the pancakes” you said to yourself over and over as you put the gloves on.

“Wait there’s pancakes after this?” Both Jase and Sonny said at the same time.

“Yeah and Clay is buying” you laughed.

“The fuck we still doing here then?” Jase said tossing the boxing pads on the floor. “Let’s roll”

You couldn’t help but laugh, Jase and Sonny loved pancakes as much as you did so they were first out of the gym.

“I know you push me to my limits and beyond but I’m grateful to have someone who will” you smiled at Clay, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him softly.

“I just want you to be the best baby” Clay whispered against your lips before deepening the kiss.

“Guys are we getting pancakes or what” Sonny shouted through the door. “Quit making out and let’s fucking go”

@chibsytelford @mrsmarvelous1995

@everyhowlmarksthedead @talicat713

#Clay Spenser #clay spenser x reader #clay spenser imagine #clay spenser oneshot #seal team #seal team fanfic #seal team oneshot #seal team imagine #seal team x reader

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watchtower-feed · 4 years

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Detective

Anon: after your last imagine I can't shake college Damian off my mind, can I request one about him and his s/o in college? I don't really have an specific idea but something like walking them to class, studying together, getting each other coffee and just overall taking care of each other. Notes: I didn’t get to cover everything in the request because there are too many scenes and I didn’t wanna turn this into a bullet point fic. Hope you like it though! Words: 2,774

“No.”

The girl that approached the table looked forlorn and her friends slowly helped her walk away.

“Ugh,” Will groans. He’s one of Damian Wayne’s friends and their varsity is currently doing charity work for Gotham Academy. Will took a brilliant idea from the internet where they set up a table offering people to walk them around campus if they feel bullied or generally unsafe.

“You can’t keep saying no to people, Wayne. That’s not how the charity works.”

Damian clicked his tongue. “I know exactly how this works, and those girls did not need assistance.”

“Yeah. In the bedroom, they did,” Mike laughs and tries to fistbump Will who just stares at him until he puts his hands down.

Damian’s attention is already taken by you. He kicks back his seat to leave.

“Where are you going now?” Will whines.

“Helping someone who actually needs it.”

You’re walking to your next class while looking over your shoulder every now and then. To Damian, they’re simple signals of someone who feels like they’re being followed. So he stands right in front of your path in the middle of the quad where there is a multitude of people around. You almost bump into him but he quickly takes a step back to give you your space.

You know him. Everybody on campus knows him. He’s the greatest player the football team has ever had. Too bad he left halfway through his first semester and joined the swim team instead.

Damian is staring down at you from being almost a foot taller. Then something catches his eye and he looks at someone behind you who quickly hides behind a statue.

You see a small snarl on the corners of his lips before he starts taking steps around you. You stop him immediately.

“You can’t--”

“Why not?” Damian quickly asks.

“If you-- if you get in a fight again, they’ll kick you off the team.”

Damian raises his eyebrows in thought, “That doesn’t sound like much of a loss to me.”

“Please don’t.” You grip his arm tighter.

He stares at you, “Why haven’t you reported him?”

“He-- he hasn’t done anything. He’s smart. He keeps his distance and no one has actually noticed him following me around.”

“I did.”

And you want to thank him for that. This whole semester has been a nightmare for you. It started with your survival instincts kicking in, always warning you that you’re in danger. Your gut has never failed you so you listened. But this stalker is so good that he’s hidden himself well from all of your friends. Friends you’ve lost because they deemed you too paranoid and anxious.

“Come on.” Damian’s voice saves you from your thoughts. “I’ll walk you to your class. Spanish, right?”

You’re stunned, “How-- how do you know that?”

He rolls his eyes and then points at your books. “It’s the one on top of your pile. Lucky guess.”

You suddenly feel assured and laugh a little. “You’re quite the detective.”

His eyes widen at the comment and he slowly turns back to you. “You have no idea.”

Damian walks you right up to the door of your classroom. As soon as you thank him, he leaves and heads for his own class. When it’s time for lunch, you’re surprised to find him standing against the wall outside of the room.

“You’re here.”

“Do you have another class?” he asks you while his eyes roam the hallways.

“No, I’m about to have lunch.”

“Okay. Let’s go.” Without giving you time to respond, he starts walking to the cafeteria and you try to keep up with his strides.

So far nobody has paid attention to the two of you. But when Damian carries both of your trays to your table, the staring and the whispers start. There are even some flashes from cameras that almost blind you.

“Sorry,” he mutters under his breath while concentrating on his food.

You shake your head as you watch the lines on his brows and the irritation on his face. “It must be hard being a Wayne,” you say.

He grins at the thought of what it’s like to be a real Wayne beyond what the gossip columns say. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s all this stupid attention that I hate.”

“That’s probably why you don’t date, huh?” Damian looks up and stares at you with a raised eyebrow. You quickly wave your hands, “It’s just that-- my friend-- well my old friend-- she asked you out once and you said you’re not interested. We teased her that maybe you’re just not interested in her but--”

A sudden flash hits the side of your cheeks and Damian is quickly leaving his seat and marching over to another table, the table where your stalker is sitting with a camera pointed at you. You wince at the sight of it.

Damian grabs the man’s camera still strapped around his neck. “What? Did you think you could hide your flash among these paparazzi wannabes?” Before he could say anything, Damian takes off the camera and starts flipping through the pictures.

“Hey, man! That’s mine!”

Damian scoffs. “Really? That’s good then. You can get it back from the cops.” Damian turns the camera around and shows the stalker a picture of you in the girl’s shower. His eyes widen and quickly tries to run but Damian grabs him by the collar and slams the side of his head against the table.

You watch all of this go down from your table. People’s murmurs are louder, trying to figure out what’s going on. When word reaches you that Damian is calling the cops, you feel a new kind of relief wash over you. Suddenly, your shoulders felt lighter and it’s easier to stand up straight.

Damian stays with you the whole time. Whenever the officers and the stalker’s voices got too loud, your voice would falter and Damian would speak for you, authoritatively holding everyone’s attention.

Once the stalker was detained and all evidence tagged, you and Damian walk back to campus.

“You seem… happy.”

You didn’t even notice you’re smiling until you touch the upturned corners of your lips. “I feel kind of free… like a bird.”

Damian snorts to himself, “Yeah.”

You mull something in your head and speak your thoughts out loud, “You planned that, didn’t you?” Damian stops walking and he’s looking at you when you turn around. “You knew he wasn’t just following me, and that he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity you created.”

Damian’s brows furrowed, “I apologize for using you as bait--”

“No!” you interrupt and hold his hands, “I was just thinking that it’s ingenious. Forget being a detective, you’re almost as good as Batman.”

Damian smirks. You suddenly see a whole new side of him probably no one on campus has ever seen. A playful one. “Just almost?”

When you reach the dorms, Damian walks you right up to your door. He takes a quick look inside to make sure you’re roommate is already there. Before you let him leave, thinking this will probably be the last time you’ll be together again, you gather up the courage to hold his arm, stand on your toes, and kiss him on the lips. “Thanks. For everything.”

Damian gives you a look before he nods and leaves. You watch a small shade of red reach the tips of his ears as you cover your own blush.

The next day, Damian Wayne is back at the table with his varsity friends. You walk by and only mean to wave at him before your next class. But as soon as he saw you, he shrugs off Mike’s arm from his shoulder and gets up to leave.

“Dude, no. You’re bailing again?” Will whines.

“You have more than enough people here. Just message me.”

Will slumps down in his seat and crosses his arms, “Yeah right. It’s not like any of us has your number.”

“They don’t look too happy about you leaving,” you tease as he approaches you.

He shrugs nonchalantly, “They’ll live.” He gives you a long look before he raises an eyebrow in curiosity, “You seem happier today.” You quickly blush and immediately think of the kiss from last night. “You’re thinking about the kiss, aren’t you?”

You stare at Damian with wide eyes. You wonder if he’s either a real detective or you’re just too obvious. You laugh, “You, too. I mean you’re actually teasing me. Where is the always-reserved Damian Wayne of Gotham Academy and what have you done to him?”

He smirks and points ahead to the direction of your next classroom, World History. You look down at the top book in your pile and roll your eyes. Definitely the detective. Definitely obvious.

After class, there’s no Damian standing outside waiting for you. You try not to feel the tiny pang in your chest and walk to your Figure Drawing class. As soon as you walk in, you come face to face with a very naked Damian Wayne.

When Damian returned to the varsity table, Will had given him punishment for bailing twice in a row and volunteered him to be the model for a class. Damian has absolutely no problems with appearing naked in front of anybody. To him, this was just a chore he had to do to live up to his civilian identity.

But as soon as he sees you walk in through the door and your eyes roam from his head all the way down to his toes, he grits his teeth. “I’ll kill him.”

“Y/N, please. You’re already late. Take your seat.”

Your lecturer’s voice jolts you back to your senses and you quickly take a seat on the far side of the room. It’s one of the most grueling classes you’ve been in since you got to the academy. Damian avoided your eyes the whole time.

“Y/N, wait for me.”

Damian calls out while he put on his clothes. You’re already standing by the door and a lot of people had stayed to continue to watch him. When they heard him call out to you, they instantly turn and glare.

As soon as he reaches you, he puts his arm around your shoulder and you walk out together. You can feel the heavy weight of his arm rest on top of you.

“Do you have another class?” he asks. You shake your head, still unable to speak to him because you keep seeing him naked inside your head. “Good. Let’s have lunch in the city.”

Damian takes you to a small diner hidden in a corner between the business district and the Narrows. The lunch rush is already over and you find yourselves in a corner booth.

“Wow,” you say. “I never expected you to eat at a place like this. You’re more down-to-Earth than I thought.”

“As opposed to what?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Being a rich kid? Everything handed to you on a silver platter?”

“Trust me, Y/N. Nothing was ever handed to me. Everything I have-- everything I am, I worked for.”

You prop your elbow on the table as you look at the once menacing Damian Wayne. The past two days, you’ve spent with him have completely changed your opinion about him and a little of the ancient Wayne family.

Speaking of.

“My family’s here,” Damian mutters as he scoots over until he’s sitting next to you, freeing up his side of the booth. A group of four walks into the diner and start heading for your booth. “Damian!”

“Good morning, Grayson. Cain.”

Two of the four, nod their heads at you. While the shortest boy, who is still taller than you, crosses his arms. “Rude. What about us?”

Damian doesn’t pay him any attention. You watch as they enter the booth in a single file.

“Late night?” Damian asks.

The one he called Grayson gives a long sigh as he sits next to Damian. “You have no idea. Would’ve been faster if Rob-- Ow!” The tallest of the three elbows him and nudges his head toward you. “Oh, hello there.”

“Are you on a date?” asks the girl he called Cain, smiling.

“Yes.”

“We are?” you ask right away. You tried to keep your voice low but from the way their eyes widen, you know they heard you.

They look at each other and smirk. “Looks like you forgot to inform your date,” teases the tallest one.

Damian smirks to himself before replying. “Y/N can’t think straight at the moment. Still a little flustered after seeing me naked.”

Damian pulls you closer to him to avoid the spray of water from one of his siblings. “We really shouldn’t be letting you loose into society without a harness, Drake.”

“It was for figure drawing class,” you chuckle to break the tension, and try to appease their wide eyes with your waving hands. “I’m Y/N by the way. I go to GA, too.”

“I’m Dick,” one of his siblings reaches around Damian to shake your hand. “These are Cass, Jason, and Tim. We’re Damian’s siblings--”

“Adopted.”

Jason looms over the table and grabs Damian’s head to harshly rub his knuckles into his hair. “You don’t have to say that every time, demon.”

“Todd-- Stop it--”

Dick tries to pry them apart but ultimately fails and accidentally gets punched by one of Damian’s flailing limbs, making Jason laugh. “You may have gotten bigger, but you’re still a runt!”

“Not-- as much-- as Drake--”

Tim, who’s sitting at the outer edge of the booth across from you, apologizes for his brothers with a sigh. “I wish I could tell you that we’re not always like this.”

You smile at the thought and finally realize why Damian is always so reserved on campus. He’s the youngest of such a big and lively family. Dick and Tim are familiar, too. You’ve seen their faces on the Legacy Wall of the academy. You’ve seen a few pictures of Jason and Cass, too but not as much.

This is what Damian meant when he said he’s worked hard for everything in his life. It must be hard living behind so many giant shadows.

When Cass finally intervenes and disentangles the boys, you place your hand over Damian’s as he sits back down. He turns to you and you give him a supportive smile.

He smirks and raises an eyebrow, “You keep getting into a better mood each time I look at you.”

You blush a little because who would ever expect someone to just say things like that. “Maybe your company just does that to me,” you tease back.

You hear a quick snicker from Dick and both of you turn to him. He’s visibly whispering to Cass but it’s audible enough for you to hear. “They’readorable.”

After that, Damian never took you back to the diner again, not wanting to let his siblings see the two of you together. But on campus, you are almost always together.

“Stop! Stop!” you laugh and try to protect yourself from the whirlwind of water Damian is sending your way as he shakes his head. He had just finished training and met up with you at the stands where you’ve been studying while waiting.

Damian leans down and kisses you on the lips. Your eyes widen before they slowly close as you let him lead. You hear catcalls from his teammates and you can already guess that Damian’s flipping them off.

“Okay. Come here.” You break the kiss and pull down the towel he had draped around his shoulders. You use it to properly rub his head and dry off his hair. “You must be tired. That ran longer than usual.”

Damian tries to look at you as you keep drying his hair, “Competition’s next week so we’re doing last-minute checks on everyone’s forms. Did you wait long?”

You nod your head like a child. “Been here since morning. It’s so hard to date a varsity,” you groan.

Damian takes the towel from you and rubs your face with it. “Think that’s hard? Try dating a vigilante.”

You giggle as you try to fight Damian for the towel, “I wouldn’t mind that. Batman seems to be getting hotter these days.”

You’re only teasing him and he knows it. But you don’t know that the mantle of Batman has been passed down to him. So he laughs out loud and it’s one of those rarest moments you want to treasure but you also can’t resist the urge to just kiss this happy and carefree version of Damian Wayne.

#requested #Damian Wayne #Batman #batfamily #College!Damian #Older!Damian #DC imagines #DC fanfiction #DC reader insert #Damian Wayne fanfiction #Damian Wayne imagine #Damian Wayne x reader #Robin #watchtower-feed #acropen #lexyartem

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tirsynni · 2 years

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OR: Capcom can't write and character cohesiveness is out of their depth. Because Leon in Damnation is this no bullshit taking operative who's ready to choke people to get his answers and then, two years later, the whole shit with Benford happens and somehow the same Leon is now a softened wuss who tolerates a lot of bullshit from both Helena and Ada who keep saying stuff like "it's complicated" and Leon doesn't feel compelled to shoot them on the spot.

Honestly, based on the incredibly negative feel of this ask, I'm tempted to just block on the spot. Moderate your own experience and all and the "softened wuss" and "shoot them on the spot" strike me as highly negative. I'm going to answer and offer the benefit of the doubt, but yeah. My dash doesn't need such weird negativity on it. I sincerely have no problems blocking and sticking with fandom stuff which makes me happy.

I'm guessing we watched two different things, because Leon has always been a pretty tough guy but has always, always been open to "bullshit," I guess you could say. Leon, ready to choke people to get his answers? No bullshit operative in Damnation? Yeah, he was definitely a guy on a mission, but that was the same movie where he saved the guy who tied him up and stole his gear, gave that same guy a fistbump later, and then stood between another guy who threatened to kill him and a fucking Tyrant with only a knife. He has also, in every game and movie where he has been with Ada, given Ada a lot of leeway, sometimes more than others courtesy of Ada being armed, but still.

Never, in any of the games or movies, has Leon elevated his level of force beyond what was necessary. Not once. Has he been aggressive? Absolutely! Has he been pissed? Yep! In Vendetta, we see him act pretty viciously with the guy who betrayed Leon's team to their death, but there has never been the possibility of him spitefully or unnecessarily killing/harming someone. Threatening? Yep! Actually harming or "shooting on the spot"? No.

Asks like these make me wonder if people see the characters and recognize the general character arcs or if they see an action hero and project their own aggressive desires onto them. If anything, Leon has the habit of giving other characters the benefit of the doubt when he shouldn't and giving them more leeway than he should, not being a "no bullshit operative."

#anonymous #meta #leon kennedy is a cinnamon roll

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shanie-the-toyaddict · 4 years

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A Birthday Dream

OK, so I didn’t want to post this, because I didn’t know what to do with it, but on Shane’s birthday, I had a micro-dream. In other words a single scene section of dream, that was me watching an episode of RAW before the upcoming Royal Rumble. And on the one hand, I want to write this out. But, it does NOT translate well into writing, I have already figured that out. On the other hand, I cannot draw to save my life, let alone give it the full artistic treatment I want to. So I’m just going to put a short synopsis of what I saw in the dream under a cut, and yall can enjoy a sketched out version of a single scene that closed my “Dream RAW” Sidenote: Yes @komaniac I did have a Zowens-featuring dream. It was just this one long scene, which, in the dream, went way faster than it takes to read this, but it happened.

The ref counts the three count, marking the end of the women’s match that’s taking place in the ring. The contenders are not important. Just say it’s Asuka and Becky and call it a day. The announcers let us, the viewers, know that nobody has come forth from the mystery limo that’s been sitting backstage all night. And the superstars are getting antsy. Cut to said black limo, just sitting there in the back. Rusev approaches. The announcers comment that, after the unpleasant surprise that happened last time, of course, he distrusts mystery limos! However, this time, he has Liv Morgan at his side. But as he approaches the limo, out of nowhere, Bobby Lashley and Lana appear and attack, with Lashley going after Rusev and Lana going after Liv. They start brawling and pushing each other away from the limo... ... only to run into ANOTHER fight! Seth, Buddy, and the AOP are in a long, drawn-out backstage brawl with Big Show, Samoa Joe, and Kevin Owens. Between the two brawls, if there was ever a wrestling image representing that old “Dustcloud fight” from the cartoons, it’s this. It’s a damn cluster. However, the odds are in the Messiah Mob’s favor (that’s what they’re called, fight me on this) and soon, even with Big Show opposing them, the numbers game gets too strong. AOP double team Show, taking him out, and then Samoa Joe gets knocked around as well. Finally, it’s just Kevin facing down the Mob, and he’s not looking too pleased about his odds. BUT THEN! From stage right, the Messiah Mob gets POUNCED by Shinsuke Nakamura and Cesaro, with Sami Zayn cheering excitedly in the background! The Mob is taken by surprise, and the ferocity of their opponents momentarily stuns them into brutal submission! Meanwhile, looking on, Sami and Kevin are having a moment. Kevin: Wow Sami. You really do have managerial skills. Sami: I TOLD you! Kevin: Hell of a team you got going on there. Sami: RIGHT?? Kevin: ... got room for one more? Sami: *Wide, emotional puppy eyes of happiness* Sami: ALWAYS. Kevin: *smiles* Kevin then turns and, regarding the brawl already in progress, which the Mob has regained control of, THROWS himself at them, taking the whole lot out, and getting fully into the mix. So the brawl continues, with the Messiah Mob fighting Sami’s crew. Sadly, it’s still a bit of a numbers game, with it being 4 on 3. And, also sadly, Sami isn’t joining in. This goes on for a bit. The commentators, watching from inside the arena, comment on how crazy everything is. AND WE STILL DON’T KNOW WHO IS IN THE LIMO Well, eventually, Big Show and Samoa Joe rejoin the fight and tip the scales back. The brawl heads back towards the arena, with Sami and Kevin staying behind. The two old friends look at each other warmly. There is a love in their eyes that goes beyond friendship, beyond brotherhood. It’s straight up in the realm of Soulmates and you can tell that there is so much that needs saying but will ultimately be left unsaid at that moment. Instead, Kevin rubs his nose and holds out a hand for Sami to shake. Sami considers the hand for a minute, before choosing instead to THROW his arms around Kevin, hugging him tightly. Kevin returns the hug, and they are once again together, as it should be. Jerry Lawler remarks that “They’re friends again? Is that what this means?” While Vic Joseph explains that “Some people never stop being friends. They go their separate ways for a bit, and sometimes even fight. But, in the end, they will always find their way back home” It’s all very moving. As the crowd reacts with cheers, however, the sound of a loud, slow clap can be heard off-screen, coming from the direction of the limo. Kevin and Sami, whose backs were turned to the limo, turn around to see who is slow clapping their reunion. The camera pans over to a pair of Jordans perched on the roof of the limo, and then slowly pans upward. Yup, It’s Shane. He’s Back. (AN: DID YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING DOUBT) Commentators: It was Shane! HE was in the limo! He must have climbed through the sunroof when nobody was looking! Shane: How touching. A real tearjerker, I must say. Kevin: >Hangs his head in defeat< Kevin: (softly) sonofabitch Sami: (slightly whiney) NO! No no no! You were GONE. You were fired! We were rid of you. For once in your life, can’t you just leave us alone?! Shane: Not a chance in hell. Shane: >Dives off the roof of the limo towards them< Kevin: >Very pointedly shoves Sami out of the way, taking the full blow himself< Shane: >Starts wailing on Kevin< Sami: >FINALLY gets physical, jumping Shane from behind< Shane: >Leaves Kevin alone and turns to Sami< Sami is looking absolutely feral and not remotely his usual sunshine self. He helps Kevin to his feet and the pair circle around Shane until Sami and Kevin’s backs are toward the limo once more.

Kevin, now recovered, smiles at the distinct advantage. Kevin: You know, for a moment there, I was pissed. I’ll admit. But, to be honest, right now, I’ve got friends, and you’ve just got your own sorry ass to go on. Putting you down will go much quicker this time. Shane: Who said I didn’t bring friends? A loud pair of sickening, simultaneous thuds echos through the backstage area as two chairs hit Sami and Kevin from behind, one each. The friends go down. Shane smiles. The camera pans over to the source of the chair shots, and, holy shit, it’s Rodney and Pete Gas. Naturally, like Shane, they are both older now (and Rodney is bald), but their cocky ass attitudes haven’t changed one bit, and those smug, bullshit looks they always wore way back when? Well, they haven’t changed either. Pete: Night Night. Rodney: Suckers! >cackles< Shane moves to stand beside them, and fistbumps both of them. Shane: Just like old times. Pete: The more things change? Rodney: The more they stay the same! Oh yeah! The commentators shout about “What does this mean for the Rumble? What does this mean for the WWE???” Camera focuses on Sami and Kevin, still laying on the ground, as RAW goes off the air. AN: I know this is written really REALLY shitty, but I cannot write action to save my life, and also, as I don’t have nearly the grasp on current kayfabe that I would like, the characterization is probably way off as well. Most of my fanfics, while having WWE personalities, are non-kayfabe or AU. Also, sorry Zowens fans for how this ended. But this is exactly how the dream ended when I had it, with the Posse standing tall. I absolutely adore Zowens. But I was a Shane fan first, and dammit, Posse4Life

#Shanie's Insane Dream Fic #My Dream Journal #Dream Fic #WWE #Zowens #Shane McMahon #Shitty Story #But #Based on a dream #Shanie's Dream Journal

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camachameleon · 6 years

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Cam’s Voltron Fic Rec 2/∞

VLD Fic Recs: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Here’s a Fic Masterlist for my other fandoms. ( ** = favorites )

**Beacon by glitteringconstellations (also on tumblr)

Word count: 43,288 (10/?)

Summary: An emergency mission to answer a distress call wasn’t unusual. The urgency in Allura’s voice wasn’t necessarily unusual, either—she was very much of the mind that Voltron was obligated to answer every single distress call brought to their attention. Being the defender of the known universe came with a certain number of responsibilities, after all.

But seeing the pinched, pale look on both Allura and Coran’s faces when they converged on the bridge was unusual. "The universe is vast even in terms of those planets still yet beyond the grips of the Galra. But…. the distress call came from the Terra Firma Quadrant.”

Earth.

Comments: Back to Earth AU. Reunion fic. This one occasionally flips pov to some characters on Earth so we get to see their reactions to the gang’s initial disappearance and then the realization that they are not alone in the universe. This fic is so different from the other Back To Earth ones I've read, all the little details make it feel so real. A song that I feel sets the mood for this fic is Home and It Goes On.

don't go (i can’t follow) by My_King_And_Your_Lionheart

Word count: 10,670 (5/5)

Summary: Keith’s shirt falls to the floor and Shiro gets so distracted by the ink on his skin that when he finally realizes Keith was trying to flip him, he’s already on his back. With the mismatched ‘Never tell me the odds’ pressed against his throat, Shiro thinks he could fall in love like this.

Comments: Part 1 of the series blame it on the stardust which is partway through its second installment just pretending to know. This is a Sheith fic featuring tattooed!Keith. Also, my favorite part is the OG GARRISON TRIO AKA Matt/Shiro/Keith bonding bc they are my favorite friendship group ugh. Also Keith’s adoptive parents are super awesome like seriously I love them so much. This one ends with the start of season one basically, and Part 2 kinda picks up from there.

i want your heaven and your oceans too by mothpoem

Word count: 11,622 (1/1)

Summary: “Not—not that you’d be my rebound! I mean, you’d be helping me take my mind off of this guy, but to be a rebound, I’d have to have dated him first, I think, and he doesn’t even know I like him, so. You wouldn’t be a rebound. At worst, we become badass partners-in-crime with a grudging respect for each other, at best, we’re soulmates for life and this is fate trying to help us find happiness. So. Um.” Lance swallows and looks up at the Blade of Marmora soldier through his lashes. “What say you?”

They look down at their hands for a moment, fingers twisting together in deep thought. Then they’re pulling their gloves off, revealing pale, half-bruised knuckles of the human variation, and their mask is dissolving, giving way to big blue-purple eyes and an achingly familiar jet-black cowlick. “Who,” says Keith Kogane, in that low-pitched rumble that makes Lance’s stomach roil in the good way—holy fuck—“is this guy you’re trying to get over?”

Comments: Lots of Lance whump. And obviously this is Klance endgame. I just love how far this goes before Lance finds out its not just some random bom guy. Lance is such a sassy guy when he’s in danger and it really comes out in this fic. Add in a heaping tablespoon of protective Keith and you’ve got yourself the perfect post-s4 voltron fanfic right here.

Burn Break Crash by NaryCanary

Word count: 97,758 (17/?)

Summary: When Katie "Pidge" Holt arranged a special road trip with her boyfriend that doesn't go according to plan, she somehow throws herself in an unexpected predicament and now must take responsibility for it. What is it she must do? Take Keith Kogane - an attractive, mysterious, arrogant guy from school - on the road with her across the country.

Growing up, Pidge was always taught to look both ways before crossing the street to avoid accidents. Nobody ever told her what to do if her life happens to go up in flames.

Comments: Slowburn Kidge roadtrip AU. Background Shallura. This is a college AU that feels very raw to me idk. Like its not just all fluff and comedy, its also angst and comfort and thrilling in all the ways. The way their conversations flow and relationship develops is so natural and un-forced. This fic really made me like Pidge a lot more after reading. Even if you don’t ship it romantically, it really makes you appreciate the fiery, explosive bond between them. Platonic Kidge is also something I started exploring because of how much I loved the interaction with these two.

**Entangled by Purpleneutrino (mackerelmademedoit)

Word count: 101,859 (12/12)

Summary: When Keith found himself mentally linked to Lance of all people, he never thought that it would end in anything but irritation and misery on both sides. He certainly never imagined that it would be a useful asset in team Voltron's fight against the Galra Empire. Now if he can just keep his feelings in check, they might actually have a chance at defeating Zarkon.

Needless to say, when he'd wished for a 'bonding moment' with Lance, this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind.

Comments: Klance with eventual mature content. Whump for both parties in this fic, and lots of angst. Also super-protective-over-Keith Shiro, which is my fav. A warning that this is very slow burn. I mean look at that word count. It’s amazing tho bc we get so much of this goodness. I love Stuck-Together and Forced Co-Dependency Tropes and this satisfies both. These two are forced to show so much vulnerability to each other and get so much closer as a result.

**Keith’s ‘Physical Contact’ Initiation Program by alisayamin (sh_04e)

Word count: 26,522 (6/6)

Summary: Keith didn’t move and neither did Pidge. It was a little awkward until Keith finally said, “Maybe we could officially officiate this..?”

“What do you mean?”

“Fist me.”

Pidge recoiled and sputtered, “Keith, what the f-” She was cut off by Shiro’s bellowing laughter from the observatory deck.

With his straight face unchanged, Keith lowered his left hand with the stopwatch and lifted his right hand, fisted.

Pidge actually sighed with so much relief, “OH. You mean fistbump! Right.” She slapped her forehead to remove the very very wrong image her imagination drew for her, “Holy shit, Keith, we need to work on that but yeah sure, I’d be honoured to officiate your physical contact program whatever.”

That one time Coran realized Keith was too distant and decided to make him undergo the 'Physical Contact' Initiation Program which then led to --> 5 times the paladins realized Keith was an actual cat.

Comments: I. LOVE. THIS. STORY. ugh. Keith bonding with everyone through hugs and cuddles, man. That is all that needs to be said. Oh and also Keith whump plus lots of comfort. Also Matt&Keith bros and Pidge&Keith bros is life. And super-protective-over-Keith Shiro. LITERALLY EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER WANT ALL IN ONE GLORIOUS FIC. But seriously in this one, Keith unashamedly knows he wants physical affection, he just struggles with how to ask for it.

**Antidote by salineshots

Word count: 92,440 (11/?)

Summary: Based very loosely off of @eyugho’s lovebug AU, which I love more than anything?? Thanks to them for starting this wonderful AU!

Keith's bitten by a lovebug, but this one doesn't make him all cuddly. Instead, every moment he spends away from Lance is physically painful for him, and every moment he spends touching him is really, really nice. That's frustrating enough already without Keith having to hide his massive crush.

Lance just wants to help, but he knows that Keith doesn't like to be touched. Also hiding a massive crush, because these two are horrible at communication.

Comments: Slowburn Klance with so much Keith whump and comforting and supportive Lance. I really like this version of the Lovebug AU, especially bc it basically doubles as one of those Stuck-Together Tropes, and also they become super co-dependent on each other which is also nice because we get to see all their vulnerabilities and insecurities forced into the spotlight.

Muzzled by Emls479

Word count: 5,181 (1/1)

Summary: The blade of Marmora aren't the only ones with time altering technology. Days on the outside can be months within. Keith finds this out a little too late.

Comments: This is more than a little dark and also I cried so watch out if you don't like hardcore whump on our boy keef who really needs more hugs.

Yes, Sir by mikkimouse

Word count: 8,302 (1/1)

Summary: “Are you all ready to get started?”

“Yes, sir!” twenty voices answered in unison.

Shiro’s stomach flipped at the words. Oh, no.

The soul mark on his right wrist burned, confirmation that his soulmate was one of the twenty people who’d just uttered the phrase.

Oh, shit.

Comments: All 3 Works in this series are so great. Not just bc its a Sheith Soulmate AU, but also bc its just the perfect mix of funny, angsty and fluffy.

VLD Fic Recs: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Here’s a Fic Masterlist for my other fandoms.

#Voltron Fic Rec List #Klance fic #Sheith fic #galra keith #kidge fic #whump #soulmate au #love bug au #langst #Cam's Voltron Fic Rec #VLD #fanfiction #slowburn #bonding #in your orbit #mine #vfr

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ajoraverse · 6 years

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It takes my work software some time to scan for what I need and I have a complicated thingy to do that requires a lot of database scanning, so here’s some more fic blatherings. I am so sorry. I’ve been doing a lot of overtime lately because of some serendipitous occurrence at my home base that requires my skills to do the thing because no one else knows where to start. At least I’ll have a little time this weekend to go back to art.

Zoo!Rose’s weapon is the katar, which is going to make writing any potential fight scenes with her interesting because the quartzes we’ve seen are brute force fighters and the katar is reliant on agility and acrobatics. (I won’t lie, though, I was seriously considering giving her a chakram. Well, maybe I’ll save that for some other OC). Also I need a better name for her.

Skinny/Twig’s kneejerk reaction to the PD reveal is “¯\_(ツ)_/¯” because hell, the Beta gems came out after the war in this AU, all this intergalactic stuff means nothing to them. She is very sorry for Amethyst and Steven, though, because she adores them to bits and none of this will be easy for Steven especially. Whether or not she decides to kidnap him just to give him a break away from all the drama is still up in the air.

Jasper’s reaction is a lot stronger, and also, ha, no wonder she could only rarely beat Rose in sparring sessions, the cards were stacked against her from the start. And also she’s offended for Pearl’s sake pretty much entirely because Pearl couldn’t speak of any of this, and eye-rolling “of course, why not”, and that does explain the nagging feeling of something being off about Rose that she was never able to pin down.

As an aside, Jasper and Pearl would be Team Insufferably Smug if they ever get around to teaming up beyond the sparring grounds. I just picture them smirking and fistbumping and it’s hilarious.

Also, I do still love Rose, despite herself. The PD thing just introduces an even more tragic angle because she tried to be better and failed, and everything went wrong as a result. I just want to see her try a little more, and god I just want her to have done better by Pearl than what we end up seeing towards the end of her life.

So when are the new episodes again?

#SU: Beta AU #ajora shut up

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thats-pucking-amazing · 7 years

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Beautiful (Beau Bennett)

I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Requests are OPEN!

Warnings: Nah

Up Next: ???

A bright light was shining onto the closed eyes of the player laying on your medical table. His eyes, gorgeous blue ones (not that you noticed), fluttered open and you watched his pupils react to the brightness attacking them.

“Hi, Hun. Can you tell me what your name is?” You asked softly, still moving the pen back and forth.

“Beau...and your name must be Beautiful.”

“Cute,” You snapped the light off. “My name’s Y/N. What’s today’s date?”

“The day I met my future wife.” You gave him a bland expression and he smirked in response.

“I’m sure she’s a lucky lady. Date, Mr. Bennett?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” You fought a smile but felt your lips quirk up in the corners. “HA! I got you to smile.”

You scoffed and quickly recalled your neutral expression. “Let’s try that again...what is today’s date?”

“Oh, why didn’t you just ask that the first time?It’s February 2nd.” You opened your mouth, but he cut you off before you could speak. “The year is 2017 and we are on the planet Earth.”

“Well I’d hate for you to think you were on Mars...glad you remembered the Earth part. Final question-”

He cut you off. “If it’s a proposal the answer is yes.”

You just looked at him. “What’s the last thing you remember doing?”

“Welllllll….I was flirting with the cute doctor lady…”

“Before you came back to consciousness.” You specified.

“I got flattened by somebody in a blue jersey.”

“Not too bad, Mr. Bennett. I’d say just a possible concussion. Are you familiar with in-game concussion procedure?”

He snorted. “You mean where I get locked in a dark room to contemplate my sins?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Once your timer is up I’ll come back and give you the final verdict.”

“Feel free to wear a sexy nurse outfit when you come back instead of the khakis. I won’t mind.” He called out.

“I’ll take it into consideration.” What a little punk, you thought as you turned off the lights and closed the door. Granted, he was a cute and really funny punk, but a punk nonetheless. You made your way over to the New Jersey bench and let his coach know what was happening.

You’d been the head team doctor for the St. Louis Blue’s for almost four years and with the organization since you’d won an internship through your college at age 18. So now, at the ripe old age of 24, you’d been with the team for six years. The team doctor you had trained under retired three months after you graduated, so the team offered you a position you hadn’t expected to earn until you were well into your 30s.

Opening the door after the 30 minutes had passed you heard his voice as soon as the light was flicked on.

“I’m disappointed. No sexy nurse outfit.” You rolled your eyes before turning to walk in his direction.

“I hope you contemplated your sin of lust during your timeout.”

“No such luck, Beautiful. I’m not lusting so much as planning for the future.” You gave another bland look and shined the light in his eyes. “Ow!” He protested. “Beautiful, your looks already blind me, no need to add the light.”

“Maybe one day your cliche lines will work for you.” Clicking the light off, you wrote down your results on the NHL medical report.

He was still sputtering. “Cliche?! Beautiful, those “lines” come from the bottom of my heart!”

“I’m sure.” You flashed a smile in his direction. “You check out though. No concussion. Just flat knocked out courtesy of Colton.”

“Parayko, hmm…..”He pondered for a minute. “Do you call all of your patients by their first name.” You blushed a little before defending yourself.

“Just the ones on my team.” You changed the subject. “If you hurry, you’ll be able to skate out with your team for the 3rd period. I’ll walk with you so I can tell Hynes that you’re cleared to play.”

“What’s the score?”

“2-1.”

“Is your team or mine winning?”

A bit of pride infused your tone. “Mine, of course.”

“Beautiful, what would you say about a wager?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’d say my name is Y/N...but continue.”

“If I score the GWG, you go on a date with me. And before you make excuses,” he said reaching over to close your mouth that had been open to protest. “We don’t fly out until Saturday morning. That gives us a full day to work with.”

“You do realize that your team needs to score two more goals?”

“Beautiful, I can do basic math. I know I just look like a pretty face…”

You flushed enough to match his jersey’s logo. “I didn’t...I meant that….FINE!!”

He smirked. “I’ll see you after the game so we can make plans then.” Another dazzling smile before he went into the locker room. You glared at the door before you stalked towards their bench to wait for their coach.

30 minutes later you stared in absolute disbelief as number eight in red streaked down the ice on a breakaway with less than a minute left in the game. The game had been tied less than a minute into the period and had remained that way. Until now, you thought, as the puck sailed into the back of the net, sealing their victory,

He shot you a blinding smile as he skated by your bench on the way to get fistbumps from his bench. Punk.

“Was that so bad?” Beau asked as he helped you into the passenger seat of his car. He had taken you to one of your favorite restaurants in the city before the two of you spent the evening walking around the zoo. It had been beyond cliche. But you had truly had a fantastic time.

“I had a fantastic time.” You told him honestly as he buckled himself in. “Don’t get a big head or anything...but it was the best date I’ve been on in a long time.”

A slight red tinge came to his cheeks at the praise. “I’m glad you had a good time.” You made small talk as he drove back to your apartment. The conversation wasn’t forced and when you lapsed into silence, it was comfortable, not awkward. You turned to tell him goodbye as he pulled in front of your building, but he got out, too. “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t see you to your front door?”

“A typical date?”

“Well, I’m not typical date.” When you reached your door he hesitated. “Would you consider going on another date? Seeing where this thing goes?” For the first time since you’d known him he looked nervous.

“Beau…” You bit your lip. “As much as I enjoyed this date...and I really, really did. And as much as I love talking with you...and again, I really, really do. I don’t want to pursue a long distance relationship.”

“I understand, Beautiful. I’m still allowed to snapchat and text you, right?”

You chuckled. “I’d be offended if you didn’t. If you’re feeling super risky...you can even call me.”

“Can I kiss you goodnight?”

You leaned close, your body flush to his. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

So he did.

A 149 day snap streak, countless texts and phone calls later, you could definitely say there had been no loss of contact. You grabbed your phone that was ringing and answered it without checking the caller ID.

“It’s Y/N.” You said stirring your soup. Chicken noodle was for lunch today.

“Beautiful,” A smile formed on your face at the greeting. “You really need to stop lying about your name to me. I’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation before.”

“Hi Beau…” A smile was stretched across your face and you leaned against the counter to better focus on the conversation.

“My name is no longer Beau to you. I demand a pet name like Peaches or Sweetie!” ….Peaches?

“Beau.” You emphasized his name. “You know how I feel about the long distance thing...even if it is you.”

You heard a snort. “Beautiful, don’t you know what the date is?”

“Yeah? It’s July 1st….”

“Wrong. It’s the day my future wife finally agrees to officially be my girlfriend.”

“Beau.” Your voice was firm, but he just talked over you.

“Personally, I think that the blue will complement my eyes a lot better. I’m not so sure about the music note, though…”

You processed his words and then almost dropped your phone. “You’re coming to St. Louis?!” You let out a choked cry. “If this is a joke it’s not funny!”

“The ink’s all dry, Beautiful. The media finds out at one. But...I wanted you to know first.”

“You’re really coming here?” Tears of pure happiness were clouding your vision and falling down your face.

“Yes, Beautiful. I really am.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “So can I finally call you mine?...I mean I have been for months...but I mean officially.”

You laughed loudly. “As soon as you ask in person.”

“I will.” He paused. “When you open the door.”

“Huh?” And then a loud knock sounded at your front door.

Beau laughed silently to himself as he heard a shriek and then a crash before a pounding of footsteps rushing towards the door. It swung open and he was wrapped in a hug, which he gladly returned. And as he breathed in your scent, bending down to kiss the top of your head, he felt home for the first time since he had joined the NHL.

Let me know what you think!!

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youcouldmakealife · 7 years

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Robbie/Georgie, Dineens; suck it

For the prompt: Georgie pov of a good moment in their relationship before he fucked up

I recently got a couple asks about the Dineens, so it felt like a good time to write them.

One day, Georgie’s going to beat Robbie at Madden, and when he does, he’s decided he’s going to be insufferable about it. Unfortunately, today Robbie wins, and is insufferable about it. Georgie has zero clue why he loves him, and even less clue why he’s smiling when Robbie yells,“Suck it,” throwing his controller on the floor and very narrowly avoiding putting his knee right into Georgie’s balls as he scrambles from his spot on the couch to fistbump Will. “Suck it loser Dineens, three straight.”

“I’m a Dineen,” Will says loyally.

“You’re not a loser Dineen,” Robbie says. “You’re a winner, little guy.”

“You’re calling someone else little guy?” Dickie asks. Dickie is not smiling at Robbie. Dickie’s kind of a sore loser, honestly.

Robbie cheerfully gives Dickie the finger then does a loop around the room with his shirt over his head like he just won the World Cup. He does that a lot.

Georgie’s kind of concerned about how seriously Robbie takes video games, and he mentions this.

Robbie makes a derisive sounds. “Says the loser,” he says, and then bumps Will’s outstretched fist.

“Your boyfriend’s a dick,” Dickie mutters. “Just so you know.”

“I’ll be on your team next time, Richard,” Robbie says.

Dicky scowls deeper. “Don’t call me Richard, Roberto.”

“So me and William over here again next time?” Robbie asks. “Your funeral.”

“I didn’t say that,” Dickie says.

“How come you’re never on my team?” Georgie asks.

“It’s not nice to team up on children,” Robbie says, and barely has time to brace himself before Dickie and Will carry out a coordinated assault.

“This isn’t fair,” Robbie says, muffled, from somewhere under Dickie. “You’re all bigger than me. Which I have to say is extra unfair, in your case, William, didn’t you just start puberty last week?”

Will looks up at Georgie.

“Go for it, dude,” Georgie says, and whatever no doubt dire threats Robbie has in response to his permission are inaudible under the pillow Will smothers him with.

“Hey,” mom calls down from the kitchen. “What have I told you boys about killing our guests?”

Will reflexively lets go of the pillow, which is a mistake, because that’s the moment Robbie chooses to spring on him.

“He’s not a guest, he’s a monster,” Dickie yells upstairs, before going to save Will from the headlock Robbie has him in. “Little help, Georgie?”

Georgie looks at Will’s red face, then at Robbie, who catches his eye with this look like ‘try it and you are so not convincing me to jerk you off in the laundry room later’.

Georgie sighs and then goes to save his little brothers from the tyranny of his boyfriend.

“No way,” Robbie whispers that night. “You turned on me.”

Georgie doesn’t even need to give him a pleading look. They haven’t seen each other in three weeks, and beyond a hug hello and a kiss interrupted way too soon by Dickie’s gagging noises, the closest thing they’ve had to contact was Robbie insistently elbowing him in the side to throw him off his game, and Robbie’s ankle tucked between his feet at the dinner table. Robbie’s cracking before he even finishes saying no.

“Fine,” Robbie says. “I’ll follow you down. But you’re blowing me.”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up and go stealth fuck already, we all know you’re doing it,” Dickie groans from his bed, and blindly throws his pillow right in Robbie’s face.

It’s too dark to see if Robbie’s gone scarlet, but Georgie’s pretty sure he has. “You heard the man,” Robbie says with fake bravado, but when he’s braced against the dryer five minutes later, his cheeks are still hot and flushed under Georgie’s hands.

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