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televinita · 1 year

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On YA

I will say, the one thing that bookshelf tours (at least recently) allllllways disappoint me about is that basically no one has contemporary YA anymore, except maybe a handful of the very boring and over-hyped bestsellers from the 2010s, and then there’s me out here with my 150+.

Which I’ve decided to share since I made the effort of typing it up (per yesterday’s post), so if you’ve always had the burning question “which 21st century YA novels does Televinita, a 30-something, own exactly,” today is your lucky day.

(DISCLAIMER LIST: noted ‘historical’ on a few while seeing if I had enough for their own area (no). These aren’t all necessarily ones I want to keep forever, just the one that are currently here. Also this doesn’t include any books I bought between about 2014 and 2020 that I haven’t read, which I’m sure comprise a not-insignificant amount. and my handful of Tamora Pierce & Ransom Riggs titles have been separated out because I’d put them w/ my HP and other series books.)

OK, that’s enough disclaimers, enjoy your skim maybe someday I’ll get ambitious and add authors, or at least letter separations.

[edit: done! last names added, anyway]

Just Visiting - Adler

Heartwood Box - Aguirre

Even When You Lie to Me - Alcott

The Foreseeable Future - Adrian

Law of Loving Others - Axelrod

Alone - Balog

Rules of the Road - Bauer

Best Foot Forward - Bauer

Backwater - Bauer

Bend in the Road - Biren

Cold Day in the Sun - Biren

Bittersweet Goodbye

Dangerous Angels: The Weetzie Bat Books - Block

The Hanged Man - Block

Echo - Block

Rose and the Beast: Fairy Tales Retold - Block

Violet & Claire - Block

My Lost and Found Life - Bowser

Hot Lunch - Brady

Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants - Brashares

Sisterhood 2 - Brashares

Sisterhood 3 - Brashares

Sisterhood 4 - Brashares

Geography of You & Me - Brody

Reality Gold - Brooks

The Many Lives of John Stone – Buckley

Honey, Baby, Sweetheart – Caletti

Nature of Jade – Caletti

Fortunes of Indigo Sky – Caletti

Wolves, Boys and Other Things That Might Kill Me – Chandler

Thief of Happiness - Chandler

Confessions of a High School Disaster - Chastain

For Real - Cherry

Very LeFreak - Cohn

You Know Where to Find Me - Cohn

Young Widows Club - Coutts

Bass Ackwards & Bellyup - Craft

Footfree & Fancyloose - Craft

Before Goodbye - Cross

Possibility of Now - Culbertson

Songs for a Teenage Nomad - Culbertson

Cherry Money Baby - Cusick

Lost - Davies

Everything I Was

That Summer – Dessen

Dreamland – Dessen

Lock & Key – Dessen

Keeping the Moon – Dessen

Start Here - Doller

A Northern Light – Donnelly, historical

Here So Far Away - Dyer

Better Off Friends - Eulberg

We Walked the Sky - Fiedler

Eden Summer - Flanagan

Tallulah Falls - Fletcher

Girls of July - Flinn

I Was Here - Forman

Just One Day - Forman

After the Moment - Freymann-Weyr

Stay With Me - Freymann-Weyr

My Heartbeat - Freymann-Weyr

Year of the Rat - Furniss

Kindness for Weakness - Goodman

Truth About You and Me - Grace

Holding Up the Earth – Gray

Unfinished Life of Addison Stone - Griffin

Hit - Grover

A Little Something Different - Hall

Ivy- Julie Hearn - historical

Breathing - Herbsman

Anything but Ordinary - Hobbs

Wanderlove - Hubbard

A Song for Summer – Ibbotson, historical

The Next Together - James

Wired Man & Other Freaks of Nature - Kaufman

The Other Side of Lost - Kirby

From What I Remember - Kramer

Love Me, Love Me Not - Koz

Anywhere But Here - Kyi

Hold Still - LaCour

Blood Secret – Lasky, historical by half

Museum of Heartbreak - Leder

Everything Beautiful in the World - Levchuck

Dramarama – Lockhart

How To Be Bad – Lockhart et. all

Open Road Summer - Lord

Catch Rider - Lyne

Fingerprints of You - Madonia

Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour - Matson

Since You've Been Gone - Matson

Unexpected Everything - Matson

Year of Luminous Love - McDaniel

Year of Chasing Dreams - McDaniel

Losing Gabriel - McDaniel

Somebody’s Baby - McDaniel

Girls in the Moon - McNally

Lovely, Dark and Deep - McNamara

Being Sloane Jacobs - Morrill

Taking Off - Moss

If You Find Me - Murdoch

Sexy - Oates

All Out of Pretty - Palmer

Falling Between Us - Parsons

Summer I Found You - Perry

Rob&Sara.com - Peterman

Blind Beauty - Peyton

Girl You Thought I Was - Phillips

Vinyl Princess - Prinz

Witch Child – Rees, historical

Sorceress – Rees, historical

Pirates! - Rees, historical

Blue Voyage - Renn

Appaloosa Summer - Robins

Fangirl - Rowell

Eleanor & Park - Rowell

The Caged Graves – Salerni, historical

Summer Hawk – Savage

The Opposite of Love - Scheerger

Summer of Sloane - Schneider

And We’re Off - Schwartz

Bridge From Me to You – Schroeder

What If It's Us? (in the absence of any future Albertalli books + the fact that I want 1 other Silvera, I’m shelving it under his name)

Comeback Season - Smith

You Are Here - Smith

If Birds Fly Back - Sorosiak

Your Destination is On The Left - Spieller

She's The Worst - Spieller

Holly Jolly Summer - Stewart

Girl Online - Sugg

Girl Online On Tour - Sugg

Girl Online Going Solo - Sugg

Somebody Everybody Listens To - Supplee

Catch the Light - Sweeney

Are You Going to Kiss Me Now? - Tanen

The Little Woods - Templeman

Psych Major Syndrome - Thompson

99 Lies - Vincent

100 Hours - Vincent

The Road to You - Whitaker

Ordinary Beauty - Weiss

When You Were Here - Whitney

Time of Our Lives - Wibberly

Someone I Wanted to Be - Wills

Palace Beautiful - Williams

Blind Faith - Wittlinger

Zigzag - Wittlinger

Gem & Dixie - Zarr

Alpha Dog - Ziegler

A Walk in the Sun - Zink

An Off Year - Zulkey

#since I will probably never clean my shelves or the area in front of my shelves enough to take a shelfie #sure most of them are in boxes but A SIZABLE NUMBER OF THEM are NOT #also not all of these books are perma-keepers but I included any that are actually in my possession #even if i fully intend to get rid of them once read #that said probably 90% of these will be staying for a while #my stuff #my YA novels #tagging so i can find it later #quality data

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lesbian-lilo · 3 years

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Mission Mishaps - Wanda x fem!reader

This is my first ever commission for @g-cordelia! Thank you so much for your support and I hope you enjoy!

You awoke to the harsh shrill of your alarm clock, groaning before rolling out of the warm embrace of your wife to turn it off. Your hopes that it wouldn’t wake her ruined as she mumbled a soft “good morning”, pulling you back into her arms. You turned to face her, heart skipping a beat as you gazed at your wife. After being married for 3 years and together for 5 some people would expect waking up next to her wouldn’t be the same. But every time you woke up with her next to you, you were blown away. Wanda had an ethereal glow cast by the morning sun shining through the crack in the curtains. She was lying on her side, her growing baby bump pressing into your own stomach. Her hair was slightly covering her face, eyes half lidded as she stared at you with nothing but love in her eyes. Wanda was always soft in the mornings, something she reserved for you and your child.

You press a soft kiss to her lips whispering a “good morning my angel” before sliding down the bed to be eye level with Wanda’s belly. “And good morning to you too little one” you say, before leaving a kiss on her stomach. “How are you so perfect?” You glance up at these words, Wanda beaming at you before beckoning you up so she can kiss you again.

An abrupt knock sounds at the door and Natasha’s voice can be heard on the other side. “Wanda, y/n, open up!”. You share a glance at Wanda before you climb out of bed and open the door, inviting Nat in before closing the door behind her. Nat moves to stand beside your bed and exchanges greetings with Wanda as you sit back down next to your wife. Natasha looks between you both with a sigh before focusing her attention on you. “Y/n I know you’ve stepped back from missions since Wanda’s been pregnant, but Fury just told me we are needed on an urgent mission. I’m not sure what it is, he says we will be briefed on the Quinjet. I tried to get him to assign someone else but apparently there is no one else for the job”. Nat gives you a sad look as she finishes speaking. She knows how difficult it was for both yourself and Wanda when you decided to stop going on missions. But you both agreed you couldn’t compromise your wellbeing or the life you were creating. Wanda reached for your hand, slowly running her thumb up and down your palm. “When do we have to go?”. “In about 30 minutes. I’ll go suit up so you both can talk. Y/n see you at the Quinjet”. After saying goodbye to Natasha, you turned to face Wanda, who had a solemn expression on her face. “Promise me you’ll be safe”. “I promise” you whispered before capturing her lips in a kiss. Placing a hand on Wanda’s stomach, you leant down. “That’s a promise to you too little one”. After many kisses and promises you’d return safe, you left to shut up and meet Nat at the Quinjet.

Walking onto the Quinjet, you moved to sit next to Nat in the co-pilot seat, as Fury began briefing you both on the mission. Although you had mostly given up missions for the foreseeable future, a decision you were more than happy with, you couldn’t deny the rush of adrenaline and excitement that came with starting one. After Fury left, so did you, sparing one last glance at the Avengers compound before flying off to your destination.

The mission was relatively simple. You and Nat were to infiltrate a Hydra base and get information needed for the other Avengers who were on a separate mission. They couldn’t complete their mission until you had found the information needed.

After landing the Quinjet in a clearing close to the base, you and Natasha began the short walk to the edge of the forest that surrounded the Hydra base. This was your first mission since Wanda became pregnant, something you were extremely aware of. You couldn’t help but to play with your wedding ring attached to the chain around your neck. Normally you would wear it on your finger, but you didn’t want to risk losing it.

“Okay. There’s a ladder off to the left-hand side. I’m going to use that to climb to the roof and then enter through one of the vents. You circle around to the back, there should be a door that’s relatively unguarded. I’ll take out the guards on the roof so you don’t need to worry about that”. You nodded along with Nat’s plan while you mentally psyched yourself up for this mission, reminding yourself that the sooner it’s completed the sooner you can get home to Wanda.

You and Natasha both went your separate ways, you circle around to the back of the base while Nat began to climb the ladder. You stayed near the edge of the forest, waiting for the signal that would tell you the guards had been taken care of and you could enter through the door. After about 10 minutes of waiting, you see Natasha give you the signal before disappearing into a vent. You quickly but quietly make your way to the door, using a key card Nat had thrown down from one of the guards you scan yourself into the building before pocketing it. With guns drawn you sneak down the hallway, making sure to check every corner and doorway. The base was eerily quiet, almost too quiet. You shrugged it off however, not wanting to distract yourself from the mission.

You made your way to the surveillance room, taking out any Hydra agents you happened to come across. After scanning yourself into the room and taking care of the agents present, you began to look through the computers for the necessary information. “Hey Nat, where are you?” After you heard no reply on the comms and due to you jamming the surveillance cameras before you entered, you didn’t have a clue where she was. However, you knew Natasha was an incredible spy and could hold her own. You needed to get the information. You decided you would search the base after sending off the information to Shield if you hadn’t gotten in contact with her via the comms.

After gathering the necessary intel and sending it through to Shield, you began your search of the Hydra base. After turning a few corners, you began to hear the faint sound of fighting, alerting you to Natasha’s location. After running down multiple hallways you finally rounded the corner Natasha was in. There were about 10 Hydra agents all circling Natasha, who was managing to hold the off. You ran up to her and began to help, taking out Hydra agents left and right until you were the only ones standing. “Did you get the intel?” “I did” you replied. “Let’s get you home to Wanda”. You began to make your way back down the hallway, this time with Natasha by your side. As you were stepping over one of the Hydra agents, you failed to realise they were still slightly conscious. All of a sudden you felt a burning sensation on your lower stomach, followed by the sound of a single gunshot echoing through the hallway. You looked down to see a knife lodged into your lower abdomen, and a Hydra agent with a fresh bullet wound in his head courtesy of Natasha, you had moved to your side in an instant. Black dots began to appear on your vision as Natasha helped you back into the Quinjet, immediately laying you down on the stretcher before grabbing the first aid kit from underneath. “Nat” you managed to choke out, blood dribbling from your mouth. “You’re gonna be ok y/n”. “No Nat listen”, you tried again. You could feel yourself beginning to lose consciousness, but you had to tell her something before you did. “Please don’t tell Wanda. Not until I get better”. With that, your vision went blank, and you passed out.

You regained consciousness two days lying in a hospital bed with your wife asleep on a cot next to you. You looked around the room to see Natasha sitting in a chair on the other side of your bed reading a bit. You went to speak but immediately started coughing, alerting Natasha that you had woken up. She immediately got you a cup of water, helping you drink it before sitting back down. “How long has she been here?” You asked, motioning to your wife who still asleep. Natasha sighed, “When we got back, and you were rushed to the hospital ward. I couldn’t keep it from her y/n, especially when you’ve been out for two days”. Wanda began to stir then, your eyes immediately going to her. Nat quietly left the room, wanting to give you both some time together.

When Wanda woke up, she immediately burst into tears. With the stiches in your stomach, you couldn’t move as fast as you would like, however you eventually sat beside her, Wanda immediately throwing her arms around you and burying her face into her neck. It was only then that the reality of what could’ve been set in for you. There was a chance you wouldn’t be the one holding Wanda right now, it instead being Natasha while the mourned your passing. You began to tear up at the thought and held onto Wanda tighter as you whispered you were sorry. After sitting in each other’s embrace for a while, you both eventually parted. Wanda looked deep into your eyes, “My love, why did you ask Nat not to tell me you were hurt?” Straight away you felt guilty. It’s not that you wanted to keep it from her, you never keep anything from her. You just didn’t want her to worry, or to stress either her or the baby out. Wanda immediately realised this; she can read minds after all. Instead of responding however, she brought you into a passionate kiss, one filled with love and hope and desperation. It was in that moment you decided that it didn’t matter if the entire world was ending, you were not leaving Wanda’s side.

Four weeks later….

You woke up soft kisses along your spine and the soft giggles of your wife as you groaned and rolled over. You were still sore but had thankfully gotten your stitches taken out and were healing well. You kissed Wanda good morning before moving down to do the same to her baby bump, whispering a good morning to your child as well. Wanda giggled before sliding down the bed and placing a gentle kiss on the scar that had formed on your stomach. Ever since you had gotten your stitches out, Wanda had kissed your scar almost as much as you kissed her baby bump. It started as a joke however it soon evolved into a loving gesture from the most beautiful woman to grace the Earth. You pulled Wanda to lay on top of you, her head resting in the crook of your neck as you turned on the TV to some random cooking channel. You sighed in content, your hand caressing her baby bump. You truly were the luckiest woman in the world.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wandavision #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff imagine #marvel #marvel imagine

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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House Call

Neron “Creeper” Vargas x Reader

Request by my #1 @est1887: Ok here goes for creeper can you make it fluffy lol I love a good love story clearly lol: “Anything, just call me okay” “Call me now it urgent” “Actually I just miss you”

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injuries, hospitals

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Soo this is my first time writing for Creeper and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out! I may have gotten a little carried away...hence the 4.9k but this was a really fun one to write haha. Hope you guys enjoy! xo

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He winced, letting out an exaggerated groan as you stitched up the cut. You knew it probably hurt, but you also knew him well enough to know that he had been through much worse and wasn’t so dramatic about it. You smiled as you continued his stitches, “Pretending it hurts more than it actually does isn’t going to make me give you stronger painkillers, you know.”

He instantly dropped the act as a smile crossed his face, still looking up at the ceiling for a moment before looking at you, “What if I’m really convincing?”

Your eyes met his for a moment as you arched on eyebrow, “You’re not that good of an actor, Neron.”

He chuckled, and a genuine pang of pain shot through him as he did so he tried to still himself again. You hated how often he seemed to get banged up, but he was at least a good patient. You weren’t positive that he always took the full amount of recovery time, but all of his injuries seemed to heal with minimal issues so you couldn’t complain. His stitches always stayed clean, and he swore that he always did the full run of whatever types of meds you had him on when necessary. For someone who seemed so accident-prone, he took good care of himself.

There was a comfortable familiarity between the two of you. Friends may have been too strong of a word, but whenever he had to come and see you, or the rare occasions that you had to stop by the clubhouse to patch someone up, you always enjoyed talking to him. Even if it was while you were swabbing out and stitching up stab wounds or bullet holes.

You were putting a light bandage over the stitching so it wouldn’t get dirty. The slice went down the inside of his bicep and it wasn’t exactly the shallowest cut. It would take a bit of time to heal but you had no doubts that he would be back to normal sooner rather than later.

“I think,” you lightly traced your finger along his arm, inspecting your work, “you’re good to go.”

“Sending me away already, Doc?”

You smiled, “You’ll have to come back soon anyway so I can keep an eye on your stitches. You’ll be seeing me again in no time.”

“You always take such good care of us,” he was looking down at his bandage.

“That why you keep getting busted up?”

“It is a bonus.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Right. Well, I’m gonna send your prescription out. It’s a low-dose pain killer. Nothing crazy. Only take it if you need it. You know the drill.”

He chuckled, “Something like that.”

You looked at his arm and let out a small sigh, “Alright. Just because I know how you boys are, and that cut isn’t exactly in an optimal location, I’m gonna give you my number so you can get in touch with me if something starts to feel off or the stitches rip,” you scribbled your number down on a piece of scrap paper before handing it to him, “Anything happens, just call me, okay?”

He nodded, carefully folding and tucking the paper into the pocket of his kutte, “Thank you.”

You nodded, saying goodbye to him before walking out of the room to send his prescription to the pharmacy. The other doctors didn’t understand why you always jumped at the chance to treat the guys from the MC, but you did genuinely enjoy their company. They were all good to you, and you weren’t put off by the ink and kuttes like some of your coworkers.

He walked out of the room while you were sending out his prescription. You only noticed because you could hear all of his friends in the waiting room, instantly starting to crack jokes at his expense when he walked over to them. You smiled, shaking your head slightly—you couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying but you were sure that it was amusing.

Once it was all sent out, you made your way over to Creeper and the few guys from the club who had been there waiting for him to get patched up. They were all smiles when you walked over, and it was impossible to not return the gesture.

“You guys are in charge of making sure that he doesn’t get any new injuries while this one is healing, alright?” you gave them all pointed looks, “And no bikes for him until further notice.”

“They aren’t my parents,” Creeper said with a chuckle and a shake of his head, “I can take care of myself.”

You glanced at the bandage on his arm, “Mhm. I see this,” you laughed as your eyes met his, “Give me a call if anything happens, okay?”

He nodded, “Sure thing, Doc.”

As you walked away, you could hear Angel’s voice, “Give her a call? Alright, ‘mano. Good for you.”

You chuckled quietly as you walked off to see your next patient. There were, but one of your favorite things was the fact that you really got to meet and help so many different kinds of people. Stumbling into the circle of the MC had been completely out of your control, but you were glad that it happened. You just so happened to get assigned the right case in the free clinic a couple years ago and since then, you were essentially on Bishop’s speed dial whenever anything went down. He knew you were good at what you did, and could be discreet about it.

Days came and went, and you hadn’t heard anything from Creeper, or anyone for that matter. You supposed no news was good news, but you were curious to know how your patient was doing. You didn’t have his number, though, he only had yours. So you waited. You waited for a call from him, or a notification from the hospital that he had scheduled his follow-up appointment. Either one would be fine by you.

You were just getting off your shift, walking out to your car when your phone started to ring. You didn’t recognize the number, but you picked up anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Doc,” you recognized his voice immediately.

“Neron,” your tone was cautious as you fished your keys out of your purse, “Why do I get the feeling that this isn’t a good call?”

“Because…it’s not,” he chuckled, “It’s not terrible. I just…did something stupid.”

“Oh did you?” you shook your head as you sat down behind the wheel and threw your purse over into the passenger seat.

“Think I could come in and have you fix me up?”

You sighed, “I’m leaving for the day. Text me your address and I’ll just come to you—you shouldn’t be driving anyway.”

“O-okay,” he fumbled over his words for a moment, “I, I can do that.”

“I’ll see you soon,” you laughed, “Don’t do anything else until I get there.”

You were surprised by how close he lived to the hospital. And, by extension, how close he lived to you. Your house was only about a ten-minute drive away from his, if that. You knew it was a small world, but you didn’t think it was quite that small.

You walked up and knocked on the door, medical bag slung over your shoulder. You’d taken to keeping a decent amount of supplies on-hand once you became the on-call doctor for the club. A few moments later he opened the door, a nervous smile on his face.

“You called?” you offered up with a laugh.

You noticed some of the tension disappear from his body as he nodded, stepping out of the way to let you in. You didn’t know what you had been expecting the inside of his home to look like, but what you were seeing didn’t surprise you. Everything was clean and orderly, but it was sparse. He didn’t strike you as the kind of man who was super into interior design anyway.

You took off your shoes, nudging them off to the side as you followed him to the living room. You noticed that he was keeping his arm pinned to his side, trying to hide whatever damage he’d done. It was amusing to you solely because he was going to have to show you what happened if he wanted you to fix it.

He sat down on the couch and you pulled a chair over from his table so that you could sit in front of him facing him. You looked back and forth between his face and his arm, waiting for him to start offering up some sort of explanation.

“Before you get mad,” he gestured with his good arm, “let me explain.”

“Please do,” you smiled as you started taking things out of your bag.

“I was being good,” he was almost pleading, “I was staying home—no rides, no club shit. Figured that since I’m stuck in the house I might as well get a few things around here taken care of.”

You looked at him, eyebrows raised, “Did any of the things that needed to be taken care of involve any kind of heavy lifting?”

“I didn’t think it was heavy! Not until,” he finally showed you his arm.

A few of his stitches had definitely ripped. It would be a quick and easy fix, but you could tell by the look on his face that he felt like he was about to get in trouble in the principal’s office. You smiled as you carefully undid the bandage and started wiping the dried blood away.

“It could be worse,” you said with a chuckle.

You could see the relief in his body language when he realized that you weren’t frustrated or upset with him. His injury wasn’t at the top of his list of concerns—he knew that you’d be able to fix it. He just didn’t want you to be pissed off at him during or after the process of doing so.

You re-wrapped his arm and reiterated your previous instructions as you did, “No rides, no heavy lifting. You are a one-armed man for the foreseeable future,” you reached into your bag and pulled out a sling, “And just in case you forget I’m gonna strap you down with this,” you laughed as you fitted it onto him.

He shook his head, but smiled, “This isn’t necessary, Doc.”

“Clearly it is,” you laughed as you leaned back in the chair.

A few beats of silence passed before he looked you in the eyes and let a small smirk pass over his face, “Thank you, by the way. I owe you.”

You shook your head as you packed everything back into your bag, “You don’t owe me. I’m happy to help.”

You were putting the chair back in its rightful place when he asked, “I was gonna order pizza if you want to stick around. I know I just made your long day even longer,” he chuckled nervously, “It’s the least I could do.”

You smiled, nodding, “Pizza sounds good.”

The evening was much more comfortable than you thought it might be. It was the longest that you’d spent with any of the guys from the club, especially in a one-on-one setting. Creeper was easy to be around though, and he kept your laughing. You really didn’t even notice the time going by as the two of you lounged on the sofa, television on just for background noise.

“I would love to stay,” you stood up and stretched, “But I don’t get to stay home on bedrest tomorrow,” you laughed.

“Can doctors call in sick?” he asked with a smile.

You nodded, “We can. I try to save my sick hours for hangovers, though.”

He walked you out to your car, and you couldn’t believe how dark it’d gotten. You tossed your bag into your trunk and shut the door with a quiet sigh. Despite how long your day had been, you couldn’t deny that the ending to it all had been worth it. You hadn’t expected to have so much fun, to so badly want to stay a little longer.

“Thanks again for this, Y/N. I owe you.”

You smiled and shook your head, “The only thing you owe me is updates. That way I know your arm is still attached and healing.”

He laughed and nodded, “I can do that.”

You hugged him gently, careful not to press against his injured arm, “Take care of yourself, Neron.”

His smile was soft, “Get home safe.”

Telling him to keep you updated was all it took for him to keep in touch with you. Over the next few days, seeing text messages from him were welcome distractions in the midst of a lot of chaos at work. At some point in the morning, he would always send an update saying that he still had both arms, and that he was still wearing the sling. He would usually include whatever joke the other guys had made at his expense that day, just to reassure you that he was still taking it easy. You’d usually text him back on your lunch break, if you got one, or just when you had a spare moment to breathe for a couple minutes.

Soon it was more than just the once or twice a day check-ins. Slowly but surely the conversations started lasting all throughout the day. You obviously weren’t always able to respond to things right away, but nonetheless the two of you kept the conversation going regardless of what it was about. It was the first time in a long time that you had someone that you could talk to all day and not get bored. It was nice.

You were texting him as you were leaving work late one night, drained and pissed off at a call your supervisor had made. You were glad that you had a couple days off before you had to be back so you could cool off a bit and not say something that you’d regret.

“Free tonight?” you figured the worst that could happen was that he would say that he was busy.

You got his reply as you sat down in the driver’s seat of your car, “Yea. You ok?”

You sighed but smiled as you typed out your response, “Shitty day”

His reply was immediate, “Come over whenever. Not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon lol”

You chuckled, shaking your head. You let him know that you were going to go home to shower and change and then you’d be over. You hadn’t been back to see him in person since you fixed his stitches. And, despite the fact that the two of you had been texting every day, you found yourself missing him a little bit. Even though it had been a rough day, you were glad that you would be able to stop in and see him.

You knocked on his front door, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Showing up for something that wasn’t medical felt a little strange. You had no idea why there was a hint of nerves coursing through your body, but there was.

He opened the door, a smile spreading across his face, “Hey, come on in,” he stepped aside so you could come inside.

You slipped out of your sneakers and turned around to see Creeper staring at you. There was a smirk tugging at his lips and you felt your face get hot. You tugged at the hem of your tank top, letting out a nervous chuckle, “What?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. Just never seen you outta your scrubs, Doc,” he smiled, “Beer?”

You nodded, “Please.”

You collapsed down onto his couch and he appeared a few moments later with two open beer bottles, handing one to you. You took it happily, taking a long drink from it as he sat down on the couch next to you. He looked over at you, concern flashing across his features for a moment. Before he could ask you anything, you beat him to the punch.

“I know I’m not in my scrubs,” you looked at his arm, “But I’m still your doctor. What happened to the sling?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “I’ve been on my best behavior. No mishaps. I can’t go one night without it?”

You smiled, “Fine. One night,” you paused, can I look at the stitches though?”

He shook his head, “No. You had a long day. You’re not here to be my doctor. Just relax for a bit, will you?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, “Fine,” you sipped on your beer, “No big club plans on a Saturday?”

“Just following the doctor’s orders.”

You laughed, “Man, she must be a real buzzkill.”

He chuckled, “Yea, but she means well.” You gave him a light shove as you let out a laugh. He smiled, “You this mean to all your patients?”

“Just the ones who make fun of me.”

He finally got you to start venting about what had been going on at work over the past few days, but that day in particular. He didn’t say much, just nodding and encouraging you along. He could see that you just needed to talk about it, to be able to be bitter and complain about it so that you wouldn’t combust from keeping anything inside. Throughout the course of the conversation he’d gotten you each a couple more beers. You took them gladly, just happy that you were able to unwind and have some good company.

As it started to get later, you found yourself not really wanting to leave. It was comfortable at his house, with him. You didn’t quite know what it was about it, but you really had no desire to go home.

He’d put a movie on, and somewhere along the way you found yourself leaning against his good side. You settled against him, soaking up the heat that was emanating from him. He cautiously draped his arm around you, his hand resting lightly on your side. You let out a quiet hum of approval and felt the tension disappear from his body.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you woke up to the sound of Creeper snoring. You forced your eyes open, trying to get your bearings a little bit. Your head was rested in his lap, blanket draped over you and his hand still resting on your side. He was leaning back against the couch, head tilted slightly upwards as he slept. You sat up slowly, running your hands over your face.

He felt you stir and started to wake up. You smiled over at him as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, “Sorry I ended up crashing here.”

He chuckled, tiredness still weighing on his voice as he struggled to wake himself up, “No worries. Glad you got some rest.”

You got up and got ready to head home, already feeling like you definitely overstayed your welcome. He wasn’t rushing you out, but he wasn’t going to try to force you to stay, either, assuming that you had other things you had to take care of. He still walked you out to your car despite the fact that it was daylight now. He hug he gave you lingered for just a little bit longer, and you didn’t mind.

“Thank you. Sorry again about the impromptu slumber party,” you laughed.

He smiled, “You don’t gotta apologize.”

You fished your keys out of your purse, “Don’t forget to make an appointment for your stitches soon, alright?”

“Was hoping you’d be willing to make a house call for that.”

You smiled, cheeks getting hot for a moment, “I might be able to swing that. I’ll stop by sometime next week.”

The following week, you were making your way out to your car after your shift. Things were a little calmer at work, and your frustration had decreased drastically. You were digging around for your keys when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out, brows furrowing in concern when Bishop’s name flashed across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey…everything alright?”

He didn’t sound overly worried, “Yea. Just wanted to ask a favor of you if I could.”

“What’s up?”

“You think you could take Creeper’s stitches out early? Need him on deck for some club stuff. He’s gotta be able to ride.”

You sighed. You know that realistically he’d probably be fine, but you couldn’t pretend that you wouldn’t be worried about whatever it was that was going on. You weren’t going to say no, though. “Yea, I could do that. Was planning on taking them out this weekend anyway.”

“Great. Think you can stop by his place tonight?”

“When do you need him by?”

There was a pause—he didn’t want to answer the question, “Tomorrow.”

“Fuck, Bish. Seriously?”

“I know. I’ll owe you.”

You chuckled, “You sure will. I’ll stop by his place tonight.”

“You’re an angel.”

“Yea, remember that,” you laughed as you hung up the phone. With a sigh, you texted Creeper to let him know that you were on your way to his house as per Bishop’s orders. He probably knew already, but you still felt weird popping by without saying anything first.

He opened the door for you when you got there, a smirk on his face, “Wow. I bet Bishop that you weren’t going to cave on taking them out early.”

“If your arm didn’t seem to be healing so well, I wouldn’t be,” you shook your head slightly as you got ready to take his stitches out, “You’re lucky you’re such a good patient.”

The two of you were quiet as you went to work on his arm. It really wasn’t the worst thing in the world that the stitches were coming out a little ahead of schedule. He’d been careful with his arm, and you really didn’t have any pressing concerns about it. Your worries branched far outside the scope of his latest injury.

“Do I get to ask what’s so important that Bishop needs you to speed up your recovery time?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, “You really wanna know?”

You sighed, shaking your head, “No. It’s probably better for my sanity if I don’t.”

“You worried?”

You flicked your eyes up to him for a moment, “Usually urgent club business ends with at least one of you guys needing to come and see me to get patched up. Odds aren’t really in your favor.”

He laughed, “I guess you’re right.”

Neither of you said anything more about it. As much as you wanted to stay, and maybe pry a little more into what was going on, you fought the urge. You knew that he probably had last-minute shit to take care of, and it wasn’t your place to get in his way. You slung your bag over your shoulder as you headed back towards the front door of his house. The knot in your stomach wasn’t going to go away until they were all back and safe from handling whatever it was that they were getting into.

After tossing your bag into your car, you turned around and wrapped him in a tight hug. For the first time since he got injured, he was able to properly hug you back. He kept you snug against him for a few moments, and you really didn’t want him to let go.

You finally stepped back, “Please stay safe, alright?”

“Doctor’s orders?” there was a small smile on his face.

You laughed and nodded, “Yes. Doctor’s orders,” you paused, gnawing at the inside of your bottom lip, “Let me know when you’re back?”

He nodded, “I will.”

“Good. Okay,” you stepped in and hugged him again, pressing a light, quick kiss to his cheek before getting in your car, “Stay out of trouble, Neron.”

He smiled, “I’ll do what I can.”

A few days ticked by and you hadn’t heard anything from anyone. Which was perfectly on-brand for the MC, but this time it made you worried. You had debated texting creeper, but you stopped yourself. They were busy, probably wrapped up in dangerous shit. The last thing that he needed was you bothering him. Still, though, you wished that you knew what was going on.

You were pulling something together for a very late dinner at the end of the week. Your shift had gone way longer than it was supposed to. You were too tired to cook, but it was also too late to get anything delivered. So you were pulling random things out of your cabinets in the hopes of putting together something that resembled a meal.

Your phone buzzed once on the counter. You glanced over and saw that you had a notification from Creeper. Instantly you opened the message, “Call me now. It’s urgent”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you called him. Your hand trembled as you held it up to your ear, waiting to hear the worst when he picked up on the other end of the line.

“Hello?”

“Neron?” you couldn’t hide the worry in your voice, “Are you okay? Where are you guys? Are you all safe?”

“One question at a time,” there was a touch of humor to his voice, and you couldn’t tell if you found it reassuring or frustrating.

“What’s wrong? You said it was urgent,” your heart was pounding inside your chest.

“It is,” he paused, “Kind of. I mean,” you heard him take a deep breath, “Actually, honestly, I just miss you. Been thinkin’ about you all week.”

You let out a laugh, some of the tension disappearing from your body, “I miss you too. So…you’re still in one piece?”

He chuckled, “Yea. Me and everyone else.”

“Where are you?”

“About to head home.”

“Can I come over?” you blurted out.

You could tell he was biting back a laugh as he responded, “Yea. Of course.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “Alright. I’ll see you soon.”

When you pulled in, you saw his bike in the driveway and knew he was already home. You didn’t bother knocking this time, electing to just let yourself in. He was standing in the kitchen, looking in the fridge when you walked in. He turned around, smiling when he saw you. Without giving it a second thought, you all but ran over to him and wrapped him in a tight hug. He laughed, arms snaking around you and squeezing you tight. You shut your eyes, taking a moment to just breathe him in as one of his hands came to rest on the back of your head.

“I really did miss you, you know,” his voice was softer than you were used to. It was the first thing either of you said to each other since you got there.

You smiled against his chest, “I missed you too.”

He pulled away from you a little so he could get a good look at your face. You could see the exhaustion in his features, but you could see the happiness too. His hands stayed rested on your hips as he spoke, “I know I’m technically not your patient anymore,” he cracked a smile, “But if you wanted to keep stopping in to make house calls, I wouldn’t mind.”

You laughed, hands resting on the sides of his neck, fingers lightly tracing over the ink there, “You wouldn’t, huh?”

“I like you,” you could tell by the look on his face that he was choosing his words carefully, “And I like it when you’re here. Feels more like home. Not being able to talk to you for a week…really fucking sucked.”

You smiled, liking his simple honesty, “I agree. And…I like you too.”

He pulled you closer, fingers drumming lightly on your sides, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened, not expecting that to be the next thing that he said. Despite the shock, you smiled and nodded. The grin that broke out across his face was contagious, but you didn’t have time to really take it in as he cupped your face and pulled you in so your lips crashed against his. You practically melted into him, hands sliding to rest on his chest. His thumb traced along your cheekbone as his lips moved against yours.

You pulled back to catch your breath, and you could feel his chest vibrating with laughter beneath your hands. Your face was hot and you found yourself smiling when he pulled you close and rested his forehead against yours.

“I guess you were right,” you said with a quiet laugh.

“About?”

You chuckled, “About this being urgent,” you smiled and closed your eyes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

You rested your head against his chest and sighed, leaning into him. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand sliding gently up and down your back. His arms felt strong, and they made you feel safe. You didn’t know for sure what was in store for the two of you next, but you were ready for whatever the next adventure was.

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #neron vargas #creeper vargas #creeper vargas x reader #creeper vargas x you #creeper vargas fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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klbwriting · 3 years

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Unexpected Allies - Epilogue

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: Kaz/female!Reader

Summary: just a little wrap up that maybe opens the door for more fun with these two

Note: there is like the most casual mention of smut in this, I hope you don’t mind!

Taglist: @mcntsee @amwitherspoon @cxlpxrnia @fcvcritecrime @aysegust @sagewrites111 @spawn0fsatan @itsemy01 @thedelusionreaderbitch

I literally just wanted an excuse to use this GIF

Kaz groaned softly as he lay back on the bed, sweat dripping, Y/N falling forward, lying next to him, both of them fully satisfied. She let an arm fall across his naked chest and traced some of his scars. He couldn’t lie, the Little Palace bed was perfect for a tumble, and ever since their first day there they had been taking advantage of the room. Y/N still hadn’t given an answer to being queen and Kaz had a feeling she would be waiting until the last possibly moment.

“You know, I think that is my favorite part about meeting you,” Y/N said, kissing his shoulder. “Totally worth the wait.” He smirked a little. Their first night Y/N had slept soundly for the first time in weeks and Kaz hadn’t left her side. The next day seemed like even more work, meetings, greeting the other armies officially, and so many people wanted to meet Y/N that Kaz had barely had any time with her. So after dinner when she found him in the hallway he had whisked her away, wasting no time after getting back in their room. Kaz hadn’t thought much about tumbling with anyone before Y/N, his interest in most women fading quickly once money wasn’t involved. But after a night with Y/N, he didn’t think he wanted to do anything for the foreseeable future.

“We need to get up, you promised to give an answer about leading Ravka today,” he said, not moving in the slightest. Y/N sighed and pushed off the bed, moving to dress. Kaz watched her, admiring her once again. She looked and caught him staring and raised her eyebrow. “What? Not everyday I’m in bed with a naked queen.”

“Actually, that’s been your entire life for the past month and a half,” she laughed. She finished dressing and looked at him. “You coming Rietveld?” He rolled his eyes and stood, but he no longer hated when she called him that. He was sliding on his shirt when he knocked his jacket off the dresser, a small box falling from the pocket. He froze when Y/N picked it up and opened it. “Kaz…”

“I wanted you to make your decision first…without me being involved,” he tried to explain. She looked at him, eyes soft.

“Kaz, we both know that I’m not cut out for this life and neither are you, we both need to be out there, causing trouble for everyone else, so if you want to ask me something, I would ask it,” she said, tossing him the box. He pulled out a black ring with a ruby stone. He had stolen it from the old royal jewels that were stored in the Little Palace, knowing that in Ravka it was traditional to have a ring when proposing.

“You know I’m not going to get on a knee or anything,” he said. She laughed. “But, Y/N, I can’t stay here, and neither can you so how about we get married quick and then run away? Get on a boat to Kerch and never look back?” She smiled and nodded.

“Let’s do all that and cause some chaos in the process,” she said, holding out her hand. Kaz slid on the ring and wrapped his arms around her.

“We should tell Inej and Mal first, considering they’re mostly in charge,” he said. Y/N nodded.

“Also, they’re sharing a room now so easier to find,” she said casually. Kaz snapped his head to look at her. This was new, he hadn’t realized anything was going on between them but apparently the Wraith was keeping her secrets close. “What? I saw them leaving his room this morning and well, they had the same look we probably are wearing right now.”

Kaz had barely had time to recover from this new information when Y/N was dragging him out of the room. They found Mal’s room and knocked. Mal opened the door a little, shirtless and Kaz could see he was pretending to have been sleeping.

“Ok, come on we know Inej is in there,” Y/N said. Mal just pretended to be confused. “Ok fine, I don’t care, tomorrow me and Kaz are getting married, be there.”

“Tomorrow?” Mal asked. Kaz looked at Y/N with a smile.

“Yes, we are getting married and also we are going to recommend that you and Inej run Ravka with the leaders council,” she said. “I don’t want to be queen, I’m not a queen.” Mal sighed.

“Ok, well congratulations anyway, making a huge mistake with this guy but have fun,” Mal said with a smile. Y/N punched his shoulder softly.

“By Inej!” Kaz called into the room.

“Congratulations…” she called back, still out of sight. Y/N and Kaz laughed, his arm going around her as they went to find the other Dregs at breakfast.

Nina, Jesper, and Wylan were excited to see the ring, Jesper bragging about how he made it before Kaz told the truth about stealing it. Matthias glowered.

“A demon and a witch…this is going to be a disaster,” he grumbled. Nina nudged him and he smiled at little.

“Also, we’re leaving tomorrow night, 12 bells, if you’re coming meet at the old palace, we’re going back to Ketterdam to see how they’re rebuilding,” Kaz said. “Get in on the ground floor and run the Barrel again.” Nina shook her head.

“I think Matthias and I are going to stay here,” she said. “Settle down now.” Y/N hugged her friend tightly. “I’ll miss you guys though. Is Inej going?”

“We didn’t tell her. She’s loyal and I know she would go with me if I asked but she’s happier here where she can make a good difference in the world,” Kaz said. “Jesper, Wylan, you coming?”

“Hell yes we are, I have to be honest, I need to get out of here,” Jesper said.

“Only because you owe so many people money,” Wylan muttered, earning him a nudge from his boyfriend.

The joining was small, only the Dregs and Mal, and as soon as it was over Kaz and Y/N packed to leave. Y/N glanced at Kaz’s bag, noticing it was already full and he was trying to shove in a vase from the Darkling’s office.

“Here, I stole some smaller items,” Y/N said, opening her almost empty bag. Kaz glanced inside and saw the entirety of the crown jewels sitting at the bottom. “Their mistake for giving me unlimited access.” Kaz smirked and put the vase in the bag before kissing her deeply. They heard 12 bells strike and headed to the old palace. Jesper, Wylan, and Inej were there waiting. Inej looked to Kaz a little annoyed.

“Did you think you could sneak away without even a goodbye to me?” she asked. Kaz looked a little guilty.

“I didn’t want to make you choose…”

“I wasn’t going to choose you Kaz, not anymore,” she said. “But I hope you’ll come and visit sometime now that the Fold is out of the way.” Kaz shrugged and then felt the little Suli woman hug him tight. He was surprised but wrapped his arms around her also. “I will miss you Kaz Brekker. Don’t screw up with Y/N, remember she can kill you.” Inej turned to Y/N and hugged her also. “Keep him safe or remember that I can kill you.”

“You are amazing Inej, I will miss you so much,” Y/N said, hugging her. “Come on, we should go, there’s a sand skiff leaving for the True Sea this afternoon and we want to be on it.” The four Dregs headed to the stables, stealing themselves some horses before riding off to find home.

#six of crows #kaz brekker x reader #kaz x reader #kazbrekker #kaz brekker #kaz #unexpected allies series

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rk1kheadcanons · 3 years

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Angst? Human AU? Connor temporarily flat lines

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

The words would not stop circling in Markus’ head - ringing melancholic, incredulous, resigned with each repetition - as his eyes, burning with lack of sleep, stayed fixed on the man laying in the hospital bed. On the unsteady rise and fall of his chest, on the too still face as pale as the bed sheets covering him.

Markus was the one with the dangerous job - the loud and “cocky” (as the media so lovingly put it) politician, who openly sneered at Mega Corporation’s desperate attempts at bribery, who denounced his fiercest political opponents and the kowtowers to the status quo of his own party alike. He received death threats for breakfast every morning. His team had thwarted two assasination attempts these last few months alone, and he had every expectation that more would come in the near future.

So why then, Markus thought heavily, taking the man’s limp hand gently into his own. Why was his husband laying there in the hospital bed? Why was Connor the one suffering, struggling to stay alive?

Connor’s closed eyelids started to twitch. Markus braced himself. He’d awakened several times in the last couple of hours, disoriented and highly distressed until Markus broke past whatever demons he was reliving and was able to sooth him. This all usually only lasted for a few moments at most, and then he’d drop back off to sleep.

When Connor opened his eyes fully this time, there was that confusion, yes, but a clarity shining in the deep brown depths that made Markus sit up straighter and clasp his hand a little tighter. He stayed quiet though - as much as he wanted to ask a thousand questions about how he was feeling and if he needed anything in a single breath - and let Connor slowly look around as he oriented himself. The doctor had been stern about not startling him. She had gone at length about the “why’s” using a great deal of medical jargon that Markus would have a hard time understanding even if he wasn’t high strung and sleep deprived, but he understood the gist of it. Some old heart problems had been exacerbated by the injury, and it was imperative that Connor remained in a calm environment until he was more stable.

Several moments passed, with only the whirring of medical machines and the steady beep of the heart monitor as background noise, until Connor’s gaze finally found him. Something taught and painful, that Markus hadn’t even realized was inside him, let loose when recognition lit up in his eyes.

He parted his lips, but when only a pathetic croak came out (and a disgruntled brow furrow that Markus had to hold back a laugh at) Markus was quick to bring a small paper cup filled with ice chips to his mouth and gently guiding him into swallowing a few.

“Hi,” Connor murmured, after some amusing moments of him trying to hurry the ice chips into melting before giving up.

But as annoyed as he looked at all of these hindrances, all Markus could feel was a wave of relief so strong it was almost euphoric. Connor was awake, he was talking, he was coherent. Those were good signs, he was sure. It meant Connor had gotten past the worst of the injury. That recovery was over the hill and not across the ocean.

“Hey yourself,” Markus said, the words caught in his sigh as if all of his worries had been let out in that breath.

“Wha’ happened?”

Markus felt panic surge through him like lightning, fearing a sudden case of amnesia or some other issues with the brain (and goddamn all of his knowledge about surgeries stemming from media and hearsay!), but Connor weakly gesturing at himself immediately settled his nerves.

“You were...shot,” Markus said carefully. Connor showed no signs of being disturbed by the news, as Markus expected - what with him being ex-Military and all - but he would err on the side of caution until Connor was completely healed and not a second later. He made a noise for him to go on - he wanted the “how” he got shot. Markus grimaced. The entire incident had been insane, borderline ridiculous in it’s circumstantial, impossible nature. He was still trying to wrap his head around the situation, how something that started out so benign could end so catastrophically.

Connor had been making a follow up housecall for one of his clients at his veterinarian practice, Markus explained. It was just a simple check up on young Emma Phillips’ rabbit, Snowball, who had recently gotten some stitches on his hindleg. Everything was proceeding smoothly. Connor reassured Emma that Snowball would be a-ok, gave Mrs. Phillips’ the instructions on the ins and outs of post- surgery aftercare, and fed Snowball some treats for being a good bunny in general.

He was shaking Mrs. Phillips’ hand and giving Snowball a goodbye pet when all hell literally and figuratively exploded.

There was screaming, the sound of a gunshot, and then Mr. Phillips was stumbling out of the master bedroom - clutching his chest with blood pouring all over his front - where he collapsed face first onto the livingroom floor.

Emma was screaming and running towards Mr. Phillips before either Connor or Mrs. Phillips could move to stop her. Not long after Emma fell to her knees next to her dad’s body, another man came rushing out of the bedroom - Daniel, the Phillips’ long time babysitter - wild eyed and holding a gun.

From there the police report, news stations, and Mrs. Phillips’ own words all varied in detail, but from what Markus could gather out of all of that information (and he had hunted as much information as possible in those few hours when he’d seen his news and social media feed flooded with his husband’s face and received that awful call from the hospital. It was all he could do in those moments where he didn’t know if Connor was dead or not), Daniel had snatched up the little girl and, with the gun pressed to her head, headed out to the edge of their fenceless patio and threatened to hurl the both of them off of the roof.

Connor, miraculously, had managed to keep Daniel from making good on that threat by talking to him, while Mrs. Philips called the police. At some point during their back and forth Connor convinced him to let Emma go, but had gotten shot in the process.

Connor remained quiet at the end of his explanation, but he had his brow furrowed and was biting his lip in that way Markus knew he was over analyzing all of his previous actions, and finding himself wanting.

“God what a mess,” Connor finally said, voice soft from worry and exhaustion alike. “Do you...think I did the right thing?”

The police had arrived 30 minutes after the 911 call and, from what Mrs. Phillips had told him (voice thick, clutching her daughter close and unable to look him in the eye), Daniel had no intention of waiting for them.

“Yes,” Markus said easily, brushing back some stray curls that had fallen into Connor’s face. “I hate that it had to be you, but I know you did everything that you could.”

“But Mr. Phillips...I didn’t - ”

“There was nothing you could have done for him, Connor. You were there to see a client and nothing else - are you going to tell me that you had even an inkling that all of that...insanity was going to happen?”

“No b-but,” Connor’s voice broke, and there were shadows and an old pain in his eyes that Markus hadn’t seen in years. “I’m trained for this Markus…”

‘No! That isn’t your job anymore! You’re not just a human meat shield for everybody else!’ Markus wanted to snap, but the heart monitor beeping out of sync, as if in warning, the slight hitching of Connor’s breath, and the tears leaking unchecked from his eyes stayed his tongue. He swallowed back his rising anger, the target of which wasn’t even truly aimed at his ailing husband, but those horrible Child Soldier programs that Connor had been subjected to, and that the government liked to pretend didn’t exist.

(Every nightmare, every flashback, every incident where Connor questioned his worth as a human being that he suffered fueled Markus’ resolve to shut every one of them down.

And the more often it happened, the more Markus wondered if he should bother to do it legally.)

“You were operating on what information you had at the time,” Markus said, voice measured. Cold and factual. He didn’t particularly like speaking this way, like one of Connor’s old handlers, but this was the best method to reach him when he was in one of his guilt spirals.

Connor’s eyes were bright and attentive, almost fervent in his need to know how he could be better, which...God Markus hated that (he didn’t need to be better. He was so kind and just wanted to help and those monsters at the academy had done everything in their power to crush his spirit), but at least he was paying attention. He cupped his hand on his cheek and wiped another stray tear away with his thumb.

“You were not sent there to investigate the Phillips’. The only contractual obligation you had to them was taking care of their pet, which you did. There was nothing within those parameters that would allow you to foresee what happened. You did everything that you could,” Markus repeated. “And I’m so proud of you.”

Connor gave him a tremulous smile. His breathing finally evened out, and he looked a great deal calmer, if not like the last of his strength had been drained out of him. It seemed Markus had gotten through to him, for now at least.

Banging and clattering sounded outside the room. Both of them startled badly. Markus shot to his feet, instantly alert and moving between Connor’s bed and the door before he realized what he was doing. Connor sucked in air painfully between his teeth as he - Markus saw from his peripherals - tried to scramble into a sitting position. He was about to yell at Connor to lie back down, but the door slammed open.

In the doorway stood a man, a patient, judging by the hospital gown that exposed bandages - newly stained with blood - wrapped around his torso. The man’s chest was heaving and his teeth were bared. His hand was clutching the doorframe in a white knuckled grip, to keep him from falling over or lunging into the room was hard to say.

Markus recognized this man. It was impossible not to, with video clips from his standoff with Connor had dominated every newsfeed for the past 24 hours.

Daniel Park; in home nanny to the Phillips for six years, John Phillips’ murderer, the cause of some likely long term trauma to young Emma Phillips, and the one who had almost killed Markus’ husband.

“You bastard,” Daniel snarled. His eyes burned with fury, cutting past Markus to Connor like a homing device. “You said everything would be okay! You promised! You said - John isn’t - ” He choked back a sob. His face twisted - a mess of grief and desperation and rage, the feelings warring for dominance. It steadied on rage, as Daniel scowled fiercely and took a step forward.

Markus took his own step forward, getting in front of him so that the slightly shorter man would have to make an effort to see past him. He didn’t know what he was doing, squaring up against a known murderer like this. But it seemed that all of the pent up fear and horror and frustration had finally found an outlet, and it wasn’t about to start listening to reason.

“You need to leave, now.”

Daniel visibly flinched. Markus didn’t know that his voice could get that low and emit such a barely restrained promise of violence, but it did, and it put Daniel’s full attention on him now, which was what he wanted.

Daniel opened his mouth - Markus had no care of what he was about to say, because he was mentally giving him about ten seconds to comply with his demand before he lunged at the fucker - when two security guards and several orderlies finally arrived and grabbed him.

“LET ME GO!” Daniel screeched as they, and it did take every one of them to keep hold of the flailing man, dragged him away. “He has to pay! IT’S ALL HIS FAULT!! You lied to me Connor! YOU LIED TO ME YOU MONSTER...”

Markus intended to keep his eyes on the now empty doorway in case Daniel got free again (and he would be speaking to the Hospital or the DPD or whoever the fuck was responsible for letting an actual killer get within several miles of his husband so easily), but the pained gasping had him rushing back to Connor’s bed side.

Connor’s eyes were wide and glued to the spot where Daniel once was. Markus guided him back down into a laying position but no amount of soothing gestures could get him to calm down and ease his breathing. The heart monitor was beeping louder and faster as the seconds and minutes went on. Markus frantically pressed the emergency button over and over as his panic rose and the other machines started blaring with alarms and flashing red lights. He yelled for a nurse or a doctor, shifting in his seat as he felt torn between staying with Connor and searching for help.

He felt a hand grasp onto his weakly and looked back down at his husband, irrationally hoping that he would have some answers on what Markus should do. Instead, Connor’s breathing was slowing down, but in a horrible way, as if each gasp were a struggle, and all the machinery was still blaring as if nothing had changed, and was staring up at Markus with deep brown eyes that were slightly glazed.

And with a knowing resignation that terrified Markus to his core.

“I love you...so much,” he said, quietly, past hitching breaths.

“I love you too,” Markus said back quickly, as if he could run past his fear, the mounting dread of what was happening, if he spoke fast enough. “I love you. You’re fine. Someone’s coming right now, okay? Don’t worry.”

Connor just stared back him (like he was trying to memorize what he looked like no no no this wasn’t happening), no matter how many times he repeated that the doctor was coming and that he would be fine, it was going to be fine, it was going to be fine -

And then a little breath escaped Connor’s lips, and everything just stopped.

He stopped breathing. The machines stopped ringing. Markus stopped his mantra. The only sound left was the tone of the heart monitor. No longer beeping, just a long, monotonous drone, like someone was holding down one key on a piano. Going on and on and on…

There were people in the room now, doctors and nurses talking. They might have been shouting, but it sounded muffled over the loud one note drone of the heart monitor to Markus’ ears. He was shuffled out of his seat, or maybe he moved himself. He didn’t know. He felt heavy and coiled tight with tension at the same time. He caught a glimpse of a doctor using a defibrillator, and the green line on the monitor spiking a few times before straightening out again, and then he was suddenly sitting somewhere else. The waiting room, judging by the seats speckled with people, visiting loved ones, making appointments themselves.

Markus didn’t know how he got there. Or how much time had passed. He could have been in that seat, head in his hands and staring at the cracked linoleum floor - as it blurred and focused and blurred - for hours, days. The only thing he could hear, the only thing he could think about was that long drone, that one piano key. Nothing else. He couldn’t think of anything else. He couldn’t.

“...’cuse me? Excuse me, are you Markus Manfred?”

Somehow, the words penetrated through the drone. Somehow, Markus lifted his head up through the heavy gravity holding him down. A nurse stood before him, clipboard in hand and a neutral expression on her face. He cleared his throat, wincing at how raw it felt (had he been screaming?), but suddenly found that he had no energy to speak, so he nodded at her instead.

“It’s about your husband, Connor.”

#Detroit Become Human #RK1K #Markus x Connor #angst #I woke up today and chose violence #anonymous #Connor flat lines #Thank you anon this was hard to write #not my usual genre #a lovely challenge #emiliaf25🌻

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theycallmebecca · 4 years

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Drabble: Quarantining

I teased this drabble last night, but I’m finally getting around to posting it. It’s not a prompt based drabble, but I’m including it in my Stay Home, Read Drabbles collection anyway.

Shout out to @nomadicpixel who helped me brain storm for this last night.

Title: Quarantining

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Because of how tumblr can be silly about links, I will reblog this post with links to the masterlist and the prompt list.

With stay at home in full effect in Massachusetts, you had been prepared to spend the foreseeable future alone in your apartment. Then Chris, your boyfriend of six months, invited you to come stay at his house so you wouldn't be alone and you had agreed.

That had been almost four weeks ago. Almost 30 days of spending every day with Chris, his brother, and Dodger. You had enjoyed it, but at the same time, you missed the peace and quiet that was your apartment. Not to mention all the stuff you had left behind.

Your feelings for Chris were strong; you weren't quite ready to tell him that you loved him, but that's where things were headed. But you weren't sure where Chris visioned your relationship going, though, because he was being pretty quiet on the subject.

There had been a point just before the world had shut down that you thought something might happen, but then everything had gone upside down and his brother had come home on the heels of a breakup. You had to believe that whatever Chris had been planning was on the back burner for the sake of his brother and the uncertainty of the future only, especially since he'd invited you to stay with them through it all.

A very loud sneeze that sent dog saliva everywhere reminded you of your cuddle companion and you looked down at Dodger, who laid curled up at your side on Chris's bed. Normally, the dog never let Chris out of his sight, but this morning, you'd been his chosen human.

"Bless you," you told the dog as you used the bedsheet to wipe off the aftermath of his sneeze from your face. Dodger lifted his head and nuzzled your chin before licking you. Laughing, you rubbed his head. "Yes, I forgive you."

"There you two are," a warm voice said from the doorway.

Dodger let out a happy bark and you felt his tail thumping against your leg at the sound of Chris's voice, but he didn't leave your side as Chris made his way over to the bed. The dog looked at you and waited for you to nod your head before he crawled over to Chris, rolling onto his back almost immediately for tummy rubs.

"You ok?" Chris asked you, concern etched into his handsome face as he petted Dodger. "You've been quiet today."

"Just need a break from everything," you replied, gesturing to the main part of the house.

Chris nodded in understanding. "I admit going from an empty house to a full-ish house has been an adjustment," he agreed. "But I'm certain Dodger thinks it's the best thing ever."

You couldn't help but smile as the dog let out a happy bark, as if confirming that statement.

"You're happy here, right?" Chris asked, after several minutes of silence. "With me. Us."

"I am," you assured him. "It's just, I'm used to having my own space, my own things. And right now, I'm living out of my suitcases." Looking up, you saw worry start to work itself across his face and knew you had to ease his mind. "I'm much happier here with you guys than I would have been all by myself, but sometimes I need the quiet and the space."

"I understand," he replied and you could tell he did, but you could still see that hint of worry lingering in his eyes. "Do you want me to sleep -"

"No!" you said, quickly. "No, I don't want you or me to sleep somewhere else."

"Good, but if that changes, let me know," he said, reaching over and squeezing your hand. "Scott mentioned wanting to go over to Ma's for a bit. So maybe we'll go do that and let you stay here, have some peace and quiet."

"The kids would love that," you said with a smile, remembering the last time the three of you had gone over to his mom's house to play with his niece and nephews. "And maybe I'll take a nap or something."

"Well now I'm jealous." Chris chuckled as he leaned over Dodger to give you a quick kiss, only to end up with a face full of fur when Dodger interfered with that plan.

Laughing, you sat up while Chris sputtered.

"Not funny," Chris muttered, but there was a grin spreading across his face regardless. Looking down at his dog, he asked, "Are you going to let me kiss her goodbye?"

Dodger let out a sigh and dropped his snout onto your thigh, making you and Chris both chortle. Tilting your head towards Chris, you accepted his quick kiss before you laid back against the pillows.

Getting off the bed, Chris stretched and then looked at Dodger, who was now laying curled up against you again. "Guess you're staying here to nap, too, then?" he asked. The dog let out a small huff. "Alright, I'll see you two later."

You watched Chris leave the bedroom, blowing him a kiss when he paused in the doorway. Then you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep.

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Coming out of the bedroom, Chris passed one of the two guestrooms in his house and then circled back to it. The room housed a spare trundle bed from his mom's house on one wall and some storage stuff in the closet, but other than that was a blank slate. He'd meant to let the kids use it as a room when they stayed the night, but that hadn't happened yet.

Leaving the room, he sought out his brother, finding him in the kitchen making a sandwich.

"Did you find them?" Scott asked, looking up.

"Yeah, they're in the bedroom," Chris replied as he started to make himself a sandwich. He wasn't exactly hungry, but he needed to do something with his hands while he worked everything out in his head. "They're going to take a nap."

"Is she ok?" Scott asked him. "She's seemed kind of down the last couple of days."

"I think she is feeling the pressure of being cooped up with us for the last four weeks," Chris replied with a sigh. "You and I are used to a semi-nomadic lifestyle and she isn't. She misses having a space to call her own."

"If only you had thought to ask her to move in with you, oh, I don't know, six weeks ago," Scott said in a sarcastic tone. "Oh wait, you did. But you chickened out."

"I didn't chicken out," Chris replied, glaring at his brother. "You showed up on my doorstep fresh off a breakup. I wasn't going to rub my relationship in your face."

"That's bullshit," Scott stated, pointing his finger at his brother. "Especially since you then invited your lovely girlfriend to come stay with us anyway."

Chris sighed, knowing his brother was right. He'd meant to ask her to move in with him in late February and then everything had gone to hell in a handbasket. He'd had a whole thing planned, he was going to tell her that he loved her and ask her to move in with him. Then chaos had hit and he hadn't wanted her to think he was only making such declarations because of what was happening.

Scott let out an 'mmmhmm' noise that was similar to the one their mom made when her point had been proven.

It was time to step up, Chris decided.

"Did you already text mom and tell her we were coming over?" Chris asked his brother.

"No, I was going to wait until after lunch," Scott replied. "Why?"

"Because I have an idea and I need your help," Chris told him.

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The house was quiet when you and Dodger exited the bedroom an hour or so later. You followed him outside for a few minutes while he did his business and then the two of you came back into the house. You made lunch and he kept you company while you ate, his tail thumping on the ground as he waited to see if you might drop anything. You didn't, but rewarded his good behavior with a treat.

By the time you finished cleaning up your lunch mess, you were starting to miss Chris and Scott. The brothers were alike in so many ways, but different at the same time. They didn't necessarily fight, but they enjoyed pushing each other's buttons from time to time. Or jumping out to scare each other, which often led to you being scared by accident.

Taking your phone out of your pocket, you sent Chris a text:

Having fun?

With this motley crew? Always.

You smiled. His relationship with his family was one of the things you loved most about him.

Are you guys staying for dinner or should I start something?

Takeout? Be home soon.

Takeout works for me. See you soon.

He and Scott got home about an hour later, just as you and Dodger were getting ready to go on a walk to burn off some energy. You invited them to join, but Scott begged off, saying he had to do a few things before dinner.

Taking Dodger's leash in one hand and yours in the other, Chris led you down the long driveway of his property and out to the main road. The three of you walked for half of a mile or so before dark clouds began to roll in.

"Guess I should have looked at a weather app before I decided to do this," you said with a laugh as the rain started to fall.

With no sidewalks, the edge of the road was mostly dirt, gravel or grass, which meant that by the time the three of you made it back to the house, you were all wet and muddy. Instead of using the front door, Chris led Dodger into the mudroom off the garage while you went in through the patio door off the master bedroom.

Teeth chattering, you hurried into the bathroom and stripped off your wet, muddy clothes before getting into the shower. You half expected Chris to join you at some point, but he didn't. Instead, you showered alone and wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel before venturing into the bedroom.

You made your way to the corner of the room where your suitcases had been living, but froze when you realized that they were missing. Turning to look around the room for them, you saw that the small set of wicker drawers from your apartment was next to Chris's dresser, which had a couple drawers partially open, revealing some of your stuff.

Still confused, you dressed quickly and then left the bedroom, looking for Chris. You walked right past the guestroom closest to his room and only stopped when you heard him call your name.

You turned to find him in the doorway of the room, blocking your view.

"I have a surprise for you," he said as he stepped out of the way and motioned you into the room.

Confused, you stepped into the room, but as soon as you saw that ugly lamp from your living room sitting on a table from his living room, you felt tears start to pool in your eyes. Then you noticed that the daybed with the trundle under it had your throw pillows and your favorite soft blanket on it. Looking around the room, you saw a bunch of little things that reminded you of home and it made you feel at peace.

With blurry eyes, you went to Chris and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Thank you," you said, your words shaky from emotion.

"It's all I can do right now," he said, brushing away your tears with his thumbs.

"It's perfect," you assured him with a smile.

"There's something else," he said, holding onto your hands. "Something I meant to do six weeks ago."

You felt your heart thumping in your chest and you knew right then and there that you loved him. There was no doubt about it.

"I love you."

You said it.

He said it.

At the same time.

And then you both laughed and he kissed you again.

"I'm glad we're on the same page," he said with a smile. "Because there was one other thing I was going to do six weeks ago and as Scott pointed out to me earlier, it would have made this quarantine thing a lot easier on you." He gestured to the bedroom and your stuff. "I would love it if you would move in with me. Permanently."

A bark from your feet made you both look down. Dodger bumped his head against Chris's knee.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dodger and I would love it," Chris amended. He glanced down at the dog, who let out a cheerful bark.

"I'd love to move in with you two," you told him.

"Please don't kiss again," Scott said from the doorway.

You chuckled while Chris glared at his brother.

"What? I just came to tell you that dinner is here," Scott replied. "But if you two want to starve, that's on you." He winked at you before he disappeared down the hall.

"Maybe we should quarantine at your place," Chris muttered in your ear.

"And miss out on all this fun? Never," you replied. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and then left the room with Dodger following.

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joaquinwhorres · 4 years

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So everything I’ve been writing for Ben and Klaus sucks recently, but this? I might be onto something.

“You’re overreacting,” you said, punctuating the statement with a roll of your eyes. Anything that would show your best friend how Fine you were. You were definitely Not Shaken.

“And you’re not taking this seriously enough,” she said, jabbing a finger towards the picture pinned to the front door. With a knife. Both of your eyes had been blacked out and there was a creepy little poem written on it.

Death is knocking at your door You can’t outrun him anymore There’s little time to say goodbye Just 7 days until you die

“I don’t need a detail. I've gotten plenty of death threats over the years, and I'm still here,” you said, holding your arms wide to take up as much space as you could.

“You absolutely need a detail. He took this picture of you yesterday. He wrote a poem. This isn’t just angry ramblings or vague threats,” she countered, placing her hands on her hips.

“Well if we're going by the poem, it says I’ve got seven days to figure this out. Assign me someone day six.”

“Y/N.”

“Eudora.”

"Look, it's either you have a few of our guys assigned to make sure everything's ok--guys you know and love, or you're getting a bodyguard who follows you around everywhere. Either way, the DA's not going to let you go about life as normal."

"I'll take the bodyguard then. If you can find one who'll put up with the fact that I don't plan on slowing down at all."

It wasn't a difficult decision. One was easier to slip away from than two. And you couldn't have the cops following you around as you worked on this case.

Eudora sighed, "I figured. That's why I called him," she said, gesturing over her shoulder with her head. Your eyes followed the direction until it landed on the tanned man dressed almost entirely in black. You hadn't even noticed him chatting with the other cops as if he was one of them. He must have felt your eyes on him because in the next second he looked up, giving you a half smile and raised eyebrows.

Diego Hargreeves, the absolute last person you wanted to be up your ass for the foreseeable future, sauntered over.

"No, absolutely not. You're fired."

"Good to see you too, Y/N."

You whirled on your now ex-best friend who already had her hands held up in defense. "Y/N, before you start--"

"What--and I cannot stress this enough-- the fuck-- is he doing here?"

"I know you two have your issues, but he's the best at what he does. And if you're not going to let me put a cop on you--"

"No. Nonononono. No way. No. I'm not doing this." You spun on Diego. "You can go straight back to hell, we don't need you up here."

"Told you she wasn't gonna like it," Diego said, crossing his arms. The half smile and shifted into a shit-eating smirk that you had half a mind to slap off his face.

"She doesn't have to like it. She doesn't get to like it. Y/N, this is your official executive protection agent, Diego. Diego, this is your client, Y/N."

#anna writes #bodyguard!diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #tua #anna writes tua #teaser #i'm sorry but this is the only thing I've been able to come up with while sick #i promise I'm still writing for ben + klaus #series: self preservation #ship: friego

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yuvon-writes-letters · 3 years

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Sweetlings my ass how fucking dare they

Yu, Jake, Liska, and Jessy,

Im so so so sorry if I hadn’t suggested using the ritual this wouldn’t have happened I’m such an idiot I

Of course, when you’re gone for four days, you come back and everything has gone to shit. It’s like that meme template where the guy goes to get pizza, and when he comes back the apartment is on fire.

First and foremost, hello, Jessy. I’m sorry I’m not around all the time yes, I’m Rai.

I’m sorry about what happened in your world, I really am. If I know anything about parallel universes, I am probably like your Matt, but not exactly like him. Our roles are the same, we are pseudo-detectives who dedicated ourselves to a case that really wasn’t our business, but nonetheless participated in anyways. What happened the Matt was undeserved and tragic, and the Jake you know, maybe was a bad guy, maybe he wasn’t, but honestly at this point me and you are probably confused as is, so I’ll leave the debate be.

I can assure you, however, that my Jake is not like the one you know. He’s helped me countless times in the past, and we both want the same exact thing, well, maybe not the same same exact thing, but we’re both working toward a common goal, and he’s been nothing but helpful so far.

Secondly

Jake, read this to Yu if you can, or if she can manage, hand this part to her so that she can read it herself. Now that we know that the entity has malicious intentions we definitely shouldn’t fuck with the ritual as of now, or really anything that might piss off the entity. Your entity is now not only directly interfering with you guys, but also writing us letters as well, it’s getting hands-on now, that has to mean something.

Also, to the both of you. Fucking rest, I don’t give a shit if you’re too tired or too mentally scarred to respond to this letter, hell, I’d say I’d prefer it if you don’t respond to this letter until your in a semi-ok state. Rest, take a nap, enjoy the glade you mentioned, literally anything else besides working yourself raggid.

And finally, Liska.

I am, very desperately trying to read the letters, to understand, but honestly I’m starting to realize what Yu’s been talking about when she said to sleep. From what I can tell, something happened, your distraught, and I’m confused. I’ll continue to read the letters to try and understand the situation, but honestly I think I need more Red-Bull before I do. Stay safe, be careful out there, alright?

As for me, I’m working on saving money so that I can actually buy my own apartment, I’m currently rooming with Skie and I really want to get out of her hair (no matter how much she insists she doesn’t mind a roommate), also, hiding the letters from her has been close to impossible, and if it weren’t for the fact that she doesn’t go into my room often, she might’ve already found out about the letters.

But I digress from my issues, stay safe y’all.

Rai.

P.S Jesus Christ this letter is long.

P.P.S. If Yu’s entity is reading this, you’re a bitch, I hope you die, give me twenty dollars.

Rai,

It is good to hear from you, despite the current circumstances. Do not blame yourself; again, this is the fault of no one but that thing. That thing is the one who did this. It is the one that will pay.

When you are living a cosmic horror story, four days is quite a long time, it seems.

In hopes that she might be at least somewhat conscious, I did read out that part of the letter as requested, but I suspect that she is too deeply comatose to actually comprehend my words at the moment. Still, you never know.

We will need to exercise more caution in future, yes. However, that thing mentioned it was asking Lis what Yuvon's plan was. I am not sure why it assumed that Lis could know, but that seemed to indicate that it was (whited out)

While resting would be preferable, there is only so much of that I can do. I need to continue to monitor Yuvon’s vitals, to ensure that thing does not decide to betray our expectations and harm Yuvon further. Yuvon, on the other hand, will be doing little else for the foreseeable future.

I hope you get your apartment soon. We all need at least some good news right now.

Please also be very cautious. We do not know the limits of the power of that thing, and while Lis’s entity has assured us that Lis will be safe, they could not answer whether you would be in danger or not.

Ah. Lovely. Cleo is now attempting to interrogate Yuvon. I’ll end this letter here.

Goodbye for now,

Jake

(The letter tucks itself in the paper clip with the others. A twenty dollar bill in American currency falls out of the envelope as this happens. When you touch it, it dissolves into sparkles, which quickly fade into nothingness.)

#duskwood letter game #yuvon writes letters #duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #rai #the entity

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xxsovereignsarayaxx · 4 years

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Fifty Shades of Mikaelson

Shade 1: Chapter 3

Authors Note: We are now delving into R-rated terms so its time to hang out the banners to say that this is now 18+ fic so kiddos turn away now please. Word Count: 2390 Warnings: (18+) The odd swear word. Mentions of sexual content. Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader (Reader Insert)

Fifty Shades Tag List: @xxwritemeastoryxx @tomarisela @akshi8278

You can catch up on the previous chapters here. Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Arriving back at my apartment I slung my handbag on the sofa and made a beeline for my bedroom. In a mad online shopping binge I had purchased a simple yet elegant and very sexy pale apricot little number. Just covering my knees it showed the right amount of leg, cleavage and defined all of my curves thanks to the bodycon style of the dress. I would just need to pick out the perfect set of shoes to accompany the dress from my ever-growing shoe collection at the bottom of my closet.

Opening said closet I moved the large rack of clothes to one side and carefully pulled out my dress for tonight's proceedings. With the dress still on its hanger I slotted it on the door for it to hang as I bent down and opened up the first box of heels.

Looking up and down at the shoes then the dress I shook my head and closed the lid setting it to the side and picked out another set. Doing this motion a few more times and I ended up settling for a pair of strappy black heels which would give me the extra height boost that I was known for and loved. Finishing my outfit designing session I walked over to where I kept my jewelry, opening the small velvet box I inherited from my grandmother I picked out some crystal earrings, a white watch and diamante choker style necklace.

Checking my hair and makeup by using the large mirror that was situated in the living room about an hour and forty five minutes later, my makeup looked like it was done by the gods and I was dressed to the nines fluffing my hair just giving that extra bit of volume I heard the doorbell to my apartment go off. Grabbing my jacket and handbag I headed to the door opening it slowly.

“Always enjoy making me wait don’t you love?” Klaus teases.

“And yet you love the chase.” I teased back.

“I must say you look ravishing.” He says in that tone of voice I just love whilst offering me his arm..

“You don’t scrub up badly yourself either.” I reply and take his arm and with that we left.

We arrived at the restaurant and were led to our table. Klaus pulls out a chair for me to sit down.

“I have another proposal for you, love.” Klaus smirks at me, as he takes his seat..

Resting my head in my hand I flirtishly flutter my long eyelashes at him. “Oh do tell.” I whisper seductively.

“I know you enjoy playing this game of risk we have going on and I wanted to ask if you wanted to take it to the next step?”

“And what did you have in mind?” I purred.

“Dominant and Submissive.” Klaus says as he pulls a folded document from the pocket inside his suit jacket and slides it on the table.

Unfolding the document I gave it a glance. “Is this what I think it is?” I teased playfully.

“If you mean a Dominant/Submissive contract then yes.” He replies with a smirk.

“Give it a read when you get home.” He adds.

A waiter comes and puts down a champagne bucket filled with ice and places champagne flutes in front of each of us, lifts the bottle from the ice pops the cork and fills each glass up around three-quarters full.

“A toast, here’s to my new business negotiator.” Klaus says raising his glass in the air.

“Cheers.” We say in unison and clink glasses together.

Shortly after our toast another waiter appeared and took our orders, Klaus ordered a medium rare steak while I ordered a mushroom risotto. Whilst we were waiting for our food we discussed a little business.

“I will get in touch with the Salvatore office tomorrow to see if we can get a meeting to renegotiate the business deal we had with them previously before your little mishap. And what have we learned about taking representatives out for dinner?” I told him, sipping my drink.

“Not to do such a thing, especially if the boss fancies them.” Klaus replied with a chuckle.

“Exactly. It’s a disaster waiting to happen.”

The rest of the evening was lovely. Our meals were simply divine and Klaus ended the evening with a walk through the local park nearby from my apartment complex. The fresh air and the cooling temperature was the perfect pairing to this night. As we walked through the park, Klaus draped his overcoat over my shoulders.

“Seems you can be a gentleman when the time arises.” I teased.

“Y/N love, you bring out the best in me.”

“Don’t get sappy on my now Klaus.” I replied and planted a kiss to his cheek, the stubble on his face tickled my lips.

As the night came to a close Klaus walked me back to my apartment, said our goodbyes, planted the contract firmly in my hands and parted ways. Draping my jacket over the back of the couch I slipped off my shoes and padded to my bedroom.

Laying on the bed I glanced at the contracts first page.

Contract Made this day _____ of 2020 (‘The Commencement Date’) Between Mr Niklaus Mikaelson of 259 Wellington Road, Richmond Virginia (‘The Dominant’) And Miss Y/N L/N of 173 of Lambeth Avenue, Richmond Virginia (‘The Submissive’) BOTH THE PARTIES AGREE AS FOLLOWS 1. The following are the terms of a binding contract between the Dominant and the Submissive. FUNDAMENTAL TERMS 2. The fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow both the Dominant and the Submissive to explore his/hers sensuality and her limits safely, with due respect for his/her needs, limits and well-being. 3. Both the Dominant and the Submissive agree and acknowledge that all that occurs under the terms of this agreement will be confidential and subject to the agreed terms and safety measures set out in the contract. (Any additional requirements may be agreed in writing with prior notice.)

I took a breather from reading. It seems that Klaus was serious about this but from looking at it, it seemed to be a general contract agreeing terms and limits. Nothing too difficult. I glanced at the clock seeing the time was close to midnight and settled back continuing to read what I was going to get myself into.

I went into the office as normal the next morning and arrived before Klaus which was no shocker there, as I made my way to my desk I switched on my computer and headed off to the break room to make myself my usual cup of coffee. Returning with coffee in hand I sat in my chair and loaded up Klaus’ schedule for the day, seeing that he had a reasonable free afternoon I slotted in a meeting appointment at half three. Writing the added change to his day on a postit note I walked into his office and stuck it to his computer monitor and left. After reading through the contract last night it got me thinking about some of the much needed changes and a ‘business meeting’ would be the perfect place to do so.

About thirty minutes later Klaus walked into the office and stood at my desk whilst I was on the phone to Stefan’s assistant Katherine, but she currently put me on hold and I was getting bored and starting to twiddle the phone cord around my finger.

“Who are you on the phone to?” He asked in a low tone.

“No, hello Y/N you look nice this morning or thank you for last night I had a lovely time?” I said sarcastically, giving him an eye roll.

“Hello Y/N, you look lovely this morning and thank you for last night.” Klaus deadpanned.

I gave him a smirk. “I’m trying to get a meeting with Stefan and or Damon, but their secretary is currently giving me the run around. She is getting on my last nerve.”

“Oh hello. Yes this is Y/N, still calling from Mikaelson Enterprises.” I replied into the phone trying to hold back the sarcasm.

“I’m afraid that Stefan can’t make any further meetings for the foreseeable future.”

And with that the line went dead.

“Son of a bitch!” I yelled, slamming the phone back into the receiver. Huffing and then leaning back in my chair crossing my arms.

“What did she say?” Klaus asked as he motioned for me to come into his office.

Getting up from my chair I followed him. “Said that Stefan can’t make any future meetings. Katherine Pierce is one fickle bitch, I have no idea how her and Elena are actually related.”

“Pardon?” Klaus says with an uneasy look on his face.

“Don’t tell me you’ve slept with her too?” I laughed.

“Go on about how her and Elena Gilbert are related.”

“Ok so Katherine and Elena are twins but their biological mother gave them up as babies. They were both adopted by two different families. But somehow managed to both work for Damon and Stefan. Katherine is Stefan’s assistant whilst Elena is Damon’s.” I explained.

“You know the ins and outs don’t you?”

“We secretaries have our own world and we all get along...usually. Anyway you have your scheduled meeting with Elijah in an hour and then I presume you and Kol will be off to the distillery before your appointment at half-past three. So don’t drink too much, you’ll need to be sober to think.”

“I don’t have any meetings this afterno…” Klaus started but I motioned for him to look at his monitor with my finger.

“I have a meeting this afternoon.” He stated.

“Oh he reads, you make me so proud.” I said sarcastically.

The morning had gone without a hitch and Klaus and Kol had indeed left for the distillery and I carried on doing my jobs for the day. And both brothers came back to the office around five minutes before our meeting.

Klaus swung by my work space. “Can you show the client to the meeting room and I will be along shortly. Just need to go to the little boy's-room love.”

I nodded. “It’s already set up, enjoy your meeting.” I replied with a sly smile as he already turned his back and headed to the toilets.

Seeing my opportunity I got up and picked up a folder and headed to the meeting room and took a seat at the head of the table, setting out my contract with the notes I had made along with a pen.

Klaus walked into the office two minutes later and well the look on his face was a picture worth keeping. “Not the kind of meeting I had in mind love.”

“What a better way to test drive my new position in the company.” I stated, straightening my posture.

Clearing his throat Klaus took a seat at the other end of the table, spotting a clean copy of the contract in front of him along with a pen. “So Y/N love, this is your meeting. Proceed when you're ready.”

“Alright, so page 1. There is a typo mistake in my last name. Please change it.” I said glancing from my notes to Klaus.

Hearing the pen make a note on the page. “An oversight love, I promise.”

“Next is page 3. The Submissive shall submit to any sexual activity demanded by the Dominant and shall do so without hesitation or argument. Demanded?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes demanded.” He deadpans.

“Ok, so page 5. Appendix 3. Soft limits.”

“Following you love.” He says.

“See anal fisting?” I asked plainly.

“Yes?” Klaus replied, looking up smirking.

“Strike it out.” I said coldly.

He let out a huff. “As you wish.”

“You can cross out vaginal fisting whilst you’re at it.” I told him, eyeing him up and down.

“You positive love?” He asked, playfully.

“Crystal.”

“And whilst we are on that page. Is the use of sex toys acceptable to the Submissive? Vibrators? Ok. Dildo’s? Fine, but I do prefer the real thing. If you know what I mean. Genital Clamps? Absolutely not, whilst I am all for spicing up my sex life clamps of any sort are not wanted nor appreciated.”

“Consider it done Y/N love.” Klaus said in a seductive gravely tone.

Klaus takes a moment and gets up from his seat, he heads to the cupboard in the room and pulls out a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. He pours two glasses and places one in front of me and then returns to his seat.

“Getting me intoxicated won’t help your case Mr Mikaelson.” I said playfully.

He takes a sip from the glass. “No harm in one drink Miss L/N.” I said back.

“I’m impressed how dedicated you are to this meeting.”

“I handle your business meetings for a living now Klaus you don’t expect me to half arse it do you?”

“And that is why I have something else for you, you’re free to request it in the new version of the contract or it can be a verbal agreement between us. But how about I’ll pay you double for the three Saturdays you work?” He asked.

“I would say not to mix business and pleasure but it’s a little late for that don’t you? I’ll accept the double pay but let's not put that in writing, don’t want to give your brother or his lawyers the wrong idea.” I replied with a smirk.

“I assure you neither my brother nor his firm will lay a hand on this contract love.”

“Back to business then. Bondage? I’m ok with rope, leather cuffs and handcuffs are a fan favourite. Lose the tape and definitely the cable ties.” I stated.

“Not in a d.i.y mood then Y/N?” He teased.

I rolled my eyes at his comment.

“Does the Submissive content to accept the following forms of punishment/discipline? Biting? No, what are you an animal?”

He smirked.

“Genital clamps? We discussed this already. Hotwax? No. Ice? Sounds interesting wouldn’t see it as a punishment though. Whipping? Debatable.” I stated, following my finger as it glided down the page and stopped.

“Spanking? Well as long as I can call you Daddy.”

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let-me-write-shit · 4 years

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Like We Used To: 11

A/N: Don’t hate me yet!!!

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Elizabeth shot her head towards Harry to see if he was joking. His face was straight and serious. She laughed, scrubbing another dish, “What? I can’t come with you.”

“Why not?” He asked, “You said it yourself, you can work from home. Why not take it on the road with me?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Please?” Harry smiled, hands clasped like he was begging, “It’ll be fun! Come on, I just got to see you again. I don’t want you to leave now.”

Elizabeth stared into his eyes, searching for words. This whole week felt like it had come straight from a cheesy romantic comedy. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to go. Not only to spend more time with Harry, but also to see what his whole world was like now. But she couldn’t avoid her real life forever. She’s been living in this fairy-tale life for long enough.

“Harry,” Elizabeth sighed, “I can’t. I’m sorry.” When she saw the disappointment on his face she tried to explain herself, “It’s not that I don’t want to go, because I do. And I appreciate the offer, but I can’t just drop my whole life on a whim for you. I’m still not entirely sure what’s even going on between us and I don’t think you know, either. We needed this weekend to reconnect, but I also think that it was easy for us to get caught up in the moment when we’re forced to see each other twenty-four hours a day for almost three days. We need the time apart to figure out what we really want out of this.”

Harry listened intently. Taking in every word Elizabeth said. She was right, and he knew it. His body language relaxed and he finally said, jokingly, “Okay, but you’re not just saying this because I was bad in bed, right?”

Elizabeth laughed, chucking the wet sponge she was using to wash the dishes at him, “No, you jackass. It’s not because you were bad in bed.”

“Right, because that would be absurd. I’m obviously great in bed.”

“The best,” Elizabeth rolled her eyes sarcastically.

The two of them finished the dishes, grabbed a pack of oreos, and headed up to Elizabeth’s room to talk more. They had shared a whole sleeve of oreos before they noticed that it was nearly 2AM.

“Ok, take these cookies away from me before I eat the rest of the pack,” Elizabeth shoved the box to Harry.

“I probably would have eaten the entire sleeve by myself if you weren’t here to stop me,” He admitted.

Elizabeth chuckled, “Alright, you. Get out now. I need to go to bed.”

“What? No sleepover again? But it’s our last night,” Harry pouted, standing up from the bed.

Elizabeth walked him to the door and opened it, “Absolutely not.”

“Not even a goodnight kiss?”

She shook her head, “I don’t see any candles or rose petals.”

“Fine,” he stood, leaning in the doorway and smirking at her, “but you’re still wearing my shirt and I’d like it back.”

“Fine,” she conceded, mimicking his smirk, slowly untying the ends of the shirt and slipping it off, exposing her breasts.

She let Harry ogle her chest for a moment before shoving the shirt in his arms and closing the door in his face. Pleased with herself and his reaction, Elizabeth smiled and made her way back to her bag to grab another sleeping top. There was a thud on the door and Harry’s soft voice on the other side groaned, “Tease!”

It was pretty hard for Elizabeth to fall asleep that night, knowing it was her last night seeing Harry for the foreseeable future. Harry kept reassuring her that he was going to be back in her life for good, but she honestly didn’t know how well that promise would hold up when he got back to his normal routine. He had told her how busy he could get at times, especially when preparing for a new album.

Elizabeth was only able to get maybe about 3 hours of sleep before her alarm started blaring. It was 7 AM and everyone had to be out of the house by 10. She stumbled to the bathroom, took a quick shower, let her hair air dry while she threw on a minimal amount of makeup and got dressed into high-waisted light grey sweats, a black cropped top, and layered it with an oversized flannel.[x] It was an hour and a half car ride back home, so she wanted to make sure she was comfortable.

After throwing the rest of her belongings into her duffel bag, Elizabeth headed down to the kitchen when Kate was, pouring herself a coffee. She walked over to her best friend, engulfing her into a warm hug. Wordlessly, Kate reciprocated and they started lightly swaying, letting the memories of this weekend soak in. Her best friends had gotten married after twelve years together, and she saw their entire journey. Elizabeth felt incredibly grateful for that. Once they pulled apart, Elizabeth grabbed herself a mug to pour herself some coffee, noticing everyone else, aside from Daisy, on the patio eating breakfast. Harry and Matt were sitting next to each other, laughing. They had gotten along really well ever since the incident at the club last night. They somehow bonded over each other’s heroism and protection of Elizabeth.

“Are you excited for your honeymoon?” Elizabeth asked Kate.

“Beyond! We’ve got a whole itinerary planned. A week of sun, snorkeling, and site seeing, and relaxation.”

Elizabeth smiled sweetly at her friend, “I’m excited for you. You both definitely deserve this getaway.”

The two continued their conversation with the rest of their friends on the patio. Daisy eventually joined them and before they finished, cleaned up, and went to grab their belongings as it was time to go. Elizabeth was doing a last minute sweep of her room to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything when there was a light knocking sound. She turned to see Harry standing in the door frame, his black duffel bag hanging from his one shoulder, and her lacy blue bra dangling from his finger, a smirk plastered on his face.

He walked in, handing it over to Elizabeth who was blushing. “Found it under the bed,” Harry said.

“Thanks! Would have been upset if I lost that. It’s my favorite bra.”

“Mine, too,” he winked as she shoved it in her bag.

“Shut up,” she laughed, standing up straight. “Ready?”

He nodded and they both headed out front, joining the rest of their friends who were packing the cars. Lewis and Kate were headed straight to the airport from here so they were in a car by themselves. Celeste, Daisy, and Edward all lived fairly close to each other, so they rode in Edward’s car, and Matt would be taking Elizabeth home. Everyone was crowding around, saying their final goodbyes, Harry nodded for her to talk privately. Elizabeth walked towards Matt’s car and they both leaned against the side.

Harry smiled, sadly, “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I feel like you’re breaking up with me or something,” Elizabeth joked, laughing.

He grinned, raising an eyebrow, “You know you could still come with me.”

“I know. But I gotta get home.”

Harry nodded, frowning, “Ok. Well, just so you know, this was probably the best weekend I’ve had in a long time because of you.”

Elizabeth smiled up at him, feeling a pull on her heart strings, “Yeah, we had a lot of fun.”

“Ready to go?” Matt called out to Elizabeth, nodding a farewell to Harry before getting in his car and starting up the engine.

Elizabeth turned back to Harry and gave him a sad smile, “Well, thanks for everything, Lost Boy,” and wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist.

Harry put his arms around her shoulders and squeezed her tighter, kissing the top of her head and staying like that for a minute before pulling apart. “Bye, Lizzy.”

She grinned at him one more time before getting in the passenger seat and watching his figure get smaller and smaller as they drove away, until she could no longer see him.

Matt did his best to make the car ride home more enjoyable, and to be honest, there were moments where she would forget about her sadness to be leaving. But when she finally got to her house and was left alone, Elizabeth found herself drowning in all of the memories from the past three days. It had been the most eventful weekend of her whole entire life. She wanted to rewind time and keep reliving it.

Trying to stay productive and keep her mind off of things, Elizabeth decided to unpack her bag. She went through and put all of her hair supplies and makeup away, organized her jewelry, and draped her bridesmaid's dress on a chair, telling herself she would get it dry cleaned at some point this week. When she was going through her dirty clothes, she found the black hoodie that Harry had let her borrow the night of her dare. She clutched it, smiling at the memory before slipping it back on. It still had that slightly spicy scent of his cologne on it.

Every time Elizabeth’s phone lit up, her heart raced, hoping it would be Harry. But as the sun began to set and she still hadn’t gotten a text or a call from him, she began to doubt herself. Maybe he was still on the road. Maybe he was busy. Or maybe he had time to think on the drive back that she wasn’t what he wanted, after all. The clock turned to 11 PM, and Elizabeth laid down in her bed, defeated. Her heart sank.

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HPHM OTP Playlist

(Inspired by @drinkyoursoupbitch & @carewyncromwell )

Alice Beaumont x Charlie Weasley

It’s a long one... Sorry 😅(Been writing down songs that reminded me of Charlie and Alice’s relationship and its evolution for some time now...)

The order, while not perfect, is important. We start with Charlie realizing his feelings for Alice, followed by Alice’s own (very) slow realization, them dating through highs and lows, them breaking up, after the break up, until they finally find their ways toward each other again.

You came into my life

And I thought hey

You know this could be something

Two Is Better Than One (Boys Like Girls, Taylor Swift)

Oh I feel overjoyed

When you listen to my words

I see them sinking in

Overjoyed (Bastille)

Hey Juliet

I think you're fine.

You really blow my mind

Maybe some day you and me can run away.

I just want you to know.

I wanna be your Romeo.

Juliet (LMNT)

I remember the day we first met

The shy smiles and the spilling sunlight

I knew, just by looking into your eyes

Neverending story (Stray Kids)

She watches the sunset slip out of sight

She points to the lilacs in bloom

Her eyes filled with wonder

And my eyes they do the same

Just looking at her face

Looking at Her Face (Tyrone Wells)

What could a guy like me

Ever really offer?

She's perfect as she can be

Why should I even bother?

She’s so High (Tal Bachman)

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

Enchanted (Owl City)

I think you're pretty

Without any makeup on

I think you're funny

When you tell the punchline wrong

Teenage Dream (The Rescues)

New and a bit alarming

Who'd have ever thought that this could be

True, that he's no Prince Charming

But there's something in him that I simply didn't see

Something There (Beauty and the Beast)

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow

A Thousand Years (Christina Perri)

You might need time to think it over

But I'm just fine moving forward

I'll ease your mind if you give me the chance

I will never make you cry, c'mon let's try

Beautiful Soul (Jesse McCartney)

So this is the miracle

That I've been dreaming of

Mmm, mmm

So this is love

So This Is Love (Cinderella)

'Cause lovers dance when they're feelin' in love

Spotlight's shinin' it's all about us

It's all about us

And every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt but

It's all about us

All About Us (He Is We)

Remember those walls I built

Well, baby, they're tumbling down

And they didn't even put up a fight

They didn't even make a sound

Halo (Beyonce)

You've got me seeing stars brighter than ever

Shining just like diamonds do

I know that in time it could be all ours, brighter than ever

Your love is such a dream come true

Seeing Stars (Børns)

You’re already in my radius

My eyes are already a pair of binoculars

Other guys are outside my vision

Only you are growing bigger

Adrenaline (Girls’ Generation -TaeTiSeo)

As I looked up into those eyes, his vision borrows mine

And I know he's no stranger

For I feel I've held him for all of time

Ordinary Day (Vanessa Carlton)

It's a new world it's a new start

It's alive with the beating of young hearts

It's a new day it's a new plan

I've been waiting for you

Here I am

Here I Am (Bryan Adams)

I've got somewhere I belong

I got somebody to love

This is what dreams are made of

What Dreams Are Made Of (Hilary Duff)

You're the fire and the flood

And I'll always feel you in my blood

Everything is fine

When your hand is resting next to mine

Fire and the Flood (Vance Joy)

Do you feel the lightning inside of you

Will you follow through if I fall for you?

Don't look down

Up this high, we'll never hit the ground

Don’t Look Down (Martin Garrix)

And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way

To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say

You're OK with the way this is going to be

Must Have Done Something Right (Reliant K)

I can show you the world

Shining, shimmering, splendid

Tell me, princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?

A Whole New World (Aladdin)

When you're near, I hide my blushing face

And trip on my shoelaces

Grace just isn't my forté

I Do Adore (Mindy Gledhill)

She calls me sweetheart

I love it when she wakes me when it's still dark

And she watches the sun

But she's the only one I have my eyes on

I Must Be Dreaming (The Maine)

And Edison would spin in his grave

To ever see the light that you gave

Don't wanna take it nice and slow here

Don't wanna waste a minute more dear

Warmer Climate (Snow Patrol)

There's something about you I can't describe

If only you could see yourself through my eyes

There is nothing I won't do to show you why

You cannot hide, you're simply one of a kind

Something About You (Lucius)

Never knew I could feel like this

Like I've never seen the sky before

Want to vanish inside your kiss

Everyday I love you more and more

Come What May (Moulin Rouge)

My wildest dreamings

Could not foresee

Lying beside you

With you wanting me

As Long As You’re Mine (Wicked)

Make your fingers soft and light Let your body be the velvet of the night Touch my soul, you know how Andante, andante Go slowly with me now

Andante, Andante (Mamma Mia 2)

You be the Beast and I'll be the Beauty, beauty

Who needs true love as long as you love me truly.

I want it all, but I want you more

Wonderlands (Natalia Kills)

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol)

You're the reason that I feel so strong

The reason that I'm hanging on

Mess is Mine (Vance Joy)

There comes a time you need to let me know

We'll fight your demons

When they start to show

Circles (As Tall As Lions)

And when you're needing your space

To do some navigating

I'll be here patiently waiting

To see what you find

I Won't Give Up (Jason Mraz)

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light

'Cause oh that gave me such a fright

But I will hold as long as you like

Just promise me we'll be alright

Ghosts That We Knew (Mumford & Sons)

I don't want to talk right now

I just want your arms wrapped around

Me and this moment before it runs out

Eavesdrop (The Civil Wars)

You're a wreck and you know

You've got me wrapped around your finger

Like a boy tangled in vines

But I've figured you out

Daisy (The Maine)

You tell me all the things you do

Tell me that it's up to you

Crying in the peaceful night

Telling all the things you hide

But out there in the future

Maybe you're the rainbow

A Song About Love (Jake Bugg)

All I want is to keep you safe from the cold

To give you all that your heart needs the most

May I (Trading Yesterday)

Tell me that you'll stay

Even when I'm far away

My voice will carry through

Until the end it's me & you

We can make it if we try

Silhouette (Active Child)

Pain or tears, let's change them into stars.

Light a light that will shine on our tomorrow.

Though we may waver now and then, let's do this together;

We'll find that forever, glittering brightly with stardust.

Let it out (Miho Fukuhara)

And when you cry a piece of my heart dies

Knowing that I may have been the cause

If you were to leave and fulfill someone else's dreams

I think I might totally be lost

The Girl (City and Colour)

I don't know where you're going

And I don't know why,

But listen to your heart

Before you tell him goodbye

Listen to Your Heart (DHT)

Can I embrace you one last time?

Can I bid farewell for the last time?

Just please don't forget those loving, happy memories

Driving Me Crazy (Master’s Sun)

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

Little Lion Man (Mumford & Sons)

If I was a burden to you

If I was a baggage

I should’ve left you earlier, I’m sorry

Happy (2NE1)

It's been seven hours and fifteen days

Since you took your love away

I go out every night and sleep all day

Since you took your love away

Nothing Compares to You (Stereophonics)

Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing

Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'

And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's

All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses

Littlest Things (Lily Allen)

You said this was all for me

Like a lie, you coldly turned around

Why? Why? You’re gone away

Come Back Home (Unplugged Ver.) (2NE1)

The time when anything made us happy

Looking at each other

You were my strength

When you trusted me

LUV (Apink)

I will miss you the more I erase you

I will shed more tears than today

Like fate, I won’t ever have anyone like you

Good bye my love (Ailee)

I'm sorry that I hurt you

It's something I must live with everyday

And all the pain I put you through

I wish that I could take it all away

And be the one who catches all your tears

The Reason (Hoobastank)

Well, you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Let Her Go (Passenger)

I tossed and turned in the end

With no one to talk to

I searched again and again

But I never found you

Up All Night (Owl City)

You didn’t say anything, and it was over

I didn’t say anything too, that was our end

The past was still clear

MILK (f(x))

But now the sun shines cold

And all the sky is grey

The stars are dimmed by clouds and tears

And all I wish

Is gone away

To Wish Impossible Things (The Cure)

Et au sud de mes peines j'ai volé loin de toi

Pour couvrir mon cœur d'une cire plus noire

Que tous les regards lancés à mon égard

J'ai tenté de voler loin de toi

C'était salement romantique (Coeur de pirate) (Decided not to put the translation ‘cause the one I found was bad.)

Don’t look back and leave

Don’t find me again and just live on

Because I have no regrets from loving you,

so only take the good memories

Haru Haru (Big Bang)

Even if you easily turn away,

easily get farther apart

I know I won’t easily forget you

If you see me, still the same, still like this

You will call me a fool

And One (Taeyeon)

The one person who appears even when I close my eyes

The person who is next to me even in my dreams

Do you even remember me?

Do you even think of me?

I miss you, please

The One Person, You (Jessica)

It's always times like these

When I think of you

And wonder if you ever think of me

Cause everything's so wrong and I don't belong

Living in your precious memory

A Thousand Miles (Vanessa Carlton)

Come up to meet you

Tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you

Tell you I need you

The Scientist (Coldplay)

I just wanna love you again

Please come back to me girl

We just broke up but we need each other

Come back to me, you feel the same way

Wanna Love You Again (2PM)

Tired of being tangled in this mess and I

I'm ready to wish you the best tonight

Let me let you go

Let Me Let You Go (Namie Amuro)

Whoever I'll be gazing at, whoever I'll be spending time with,

a day when I can forget you won't come

I'll keep loving you in my heart,

but we can't be together anymore

Cause life's no love story

Love Story (Namie Amuro)

Think of all the things

We've shared and seen

Don't think about the way

Things might have been

Think of Me (Phantom of the Opera)

Now she's here shining in the starlight

Now she's here suddenly I know

If she's here it's crystal clear

I'm where I'm meant to go

I See the Light (Tangled)

Why are you looking down all the wrong roads

When mine is the heart and the soul of the song

There may be lovers who hold out their hands but

He'll never love you like I can

Like I Can (Sam Smith)

And I will swallow my pride

You're the one that I love

And I'm saying goodbye

Say Something (A Great Big World)

If I would have known that you wanted me

The way I wanted you

Then maybe we wouldn't be two worlds apart

But right here in each others arms

Almost Is Never Enough (Ariana Grande)

Why kiss another frog

You're the only one I want

It's obvious, Why can't you see?

Wontcha Take me to the place we used to meet

A Place Called You (Emma Stevens)

Can we start it all over again, this morning?

I lost all my defenses, this morning

Won't you show me the way it used to be?

Morning (Beck)

I will love you unconditionally

There is no fear now

Let go and just be free

I will love you unconditionally

Unconditionally (Katy Perry)

If you’ve gotten this far, congrats! And thank you! While this playlist has many songs, it’s only the tip of the iceberg.

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years

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Poor Little Anxious Crybaby (Pt.5)

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Virgil mostly talked with Brennan on the phone, he lived back in Virgil's other neighborhood, so they wouldnt be seeing each other until he got back from Jan's house.

Virgil didnt mind of course, he'd ways been more patient than his older brother, though some said it was because at that point he was used to never getting things, so he just never expected anything to happen as it was.

"You've been talking to this Brennan boy quite a lot havent you?" Janus said, a smirk on his face.

"Well friends talk to friends a lot dont they?" Virgil replied, hiding his face in his jacket slightly. Logan and Janus exchanged looks.

"Well they do!" Virgil said, pouting slightly.

"I'm just teasing Virgil!" Janus said in return, Logan laughed slightly.

"We do have good news though, Janus continued, Virgil lifted his head up slightly.

"Dad wants you to come home tomorrow," Janus continued. Virgil leapt out of his chair excitedly, rushing upstairs to pack his things as Janus and Logan watched him.

"Do you think our kids will be that excited about seeing us?" Logan said.

"I should hope they wont have to wait three weeks to see us after a visit with siblings," Janus replied, resting his head on Logan's chest.

Virgil awoke early the next morning for Janus to drive him back home, watching the woods pass by his eyes as they moved. Patton was sitting on the porch swing, waiting for them.

"Papa!" Virgil practically threw himself out of the car as soon as Janus had parked it and raced up the pathway to Patton.

"Aaawww, kiddo! Did you miss me or somethin?" Patton said, wrapping his arms around Virgil.

"Mhm," Virgil said, burying his head in Patton's shoulder. He helped Janus put his things back in his room before watching him drive away again.

"So what did you do while you were at Janus' place hm?" Patton said, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

"We played games and I helped him with his business and we went to the fair and I met a boy and he lives in this neighborhood so we can finally talk in person again!" Virgil said, Patton's smile widened.

"So tell me about this boy," Patton said.

"His name's Brennan, hes really nice and smart and funny and smart and pretty and smart," Patton let out a small chuckle.

"So you like a man with brains huh? Gee this family really does have a type," Patton said, his face fell slightly as he registered the sentence, his eyes flickering towards a wedding photo of himself and Mr. Black.

"Can I go meet him?" Virgil asked.

"Of course kiddo, but be home in time for dinner ok?" Patton said. Virgil nodded and rushed out of the door, scanning the slip of paper he'd received so long ago with the address on it.

Brennan's house was a dullish gray color, with white framed windows and a white roof, like it was meant to be in perpetual winter. The door to the house was black, with an ornate knocker on the front. Virgil knocked it three times and stood there, waiting.

A few moments later a woman answered the door, she was thin and blonde and had red eyes.

"Who are you?" She said, her voice was raspy, yet sweet.

"V-Virgil Black-" Virgil said, shifting his feet a little.

"Brennan! Your boyfriend's here!" Said the girl, Virgil blushed slightly at the idea. The girl moved out of the way as Brennan came running down the stairs.

"Excellent, now come on Virgil- I have something I want to talk to you about," Brennan said, grabbing Virgil by the hand. Virgil merely nodded and followed him to what he assumed was Brennan's room. Brennan sat him down on a chair in front of a whiteboard.

"What? Are you gonna tutor me or something?" Virgil said with a laugh. He snapped his mouth shut when he realized Brennan wasnt laughing.

"Now, as we have established, you are more boyfriend, and will be for the foreseeable future, so we have to lay some ground rules," Brennan said. Virgil's face heat up even more, he gripped the chair slightly, hanging on Brennan's every word.

"What are the rules?" He said, tilting his head.

"Simple, no mentioning family drama, no mentioning your uh- crying- thing, I'll be able to handle that one but my family doesnt handle emotional people very well," Virgil's face fell slightly as he watched Brennan write Dont Be A Crybaby on the board.

"Rule number three, I'm in charge, as the one with superior emotional and mental capacity, I will be better adept to making plans, you'll be better at all the mushy cuddly stuff," Brennan finished. He placed a sheet of paper down on Virgil's lap, the words were written in bright colored ink. Virgil folded and pocketed the paper, and Brennan sat next to him on the chair.

"So for our first date, you and I will be watching a movie," Virgil was about to ask what movie when Brennan turned the tv on.

Virgil hadnt realized movies could be so boring, he spent most of it with his body pressed against Brennan's, and Brennan's arm around his waist. He let out a yell of triumph in his chest when it was finally over.

"So what do we do now?" Virgil asked as Brennan moved to get up.

"I have practice in a few minutes so we'll have to wait till tomorrow," Brennan said.

"Why cant I watch you practice?" Virgil replied, fumbling with the strings of his hoodie.

"The sports I play wouldnt really suit your tastes, that's why we watched what we did, I didnt want to frighten you and cause you to start crying again like at the fair," Brennan said. Virgil smiled a little, this all seemed to make much more sense now. Virgil gave Brennan a goodbye kiss on the cheek before running off to tell Patton about his date, he couldnt seem to get the image of himself and Brennan in the future,much happier than he'd ever been, past or present.

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Congratulations, we guess?

Thursday’s A Million Little Things ended with a huge surprise for both Maggie and the audience. When a doctor requested to speak with the breast-cancer survivor during a scheduled check-up, Maggie feared that he was going to tell her that her disease had returned.

Instead, he informed her that she is pregnant.

The revelation came at the end of an hour that saw Maggie’s return to the United States, as well as her first real interaction with Gary and Darcy as a couple. Real quick, let’s cover the basics:

* The episode took place as Europe and the United States were just beginning to become aware of the coronavirus as a very bad illness. So when Maggie’s six-month checkup in England was cancelled — as was Eddie’s “non-essential” pain treatment later in the episode — she said a temporary goodbye to Jamie then flew back to Boston to have the appointment take place there.

* Maggie arrived at Delilah’s and realized that Gary and Darcy were living there while Delilah was in France. Things were a little awkward among the three of them until Maggie slipped and said something that led Darcy to realize that Gary had been consulting with Maggie about Darcy’s post-traumatic stress disorder. Darcy was mad but didn’t ask him to change his relationship with his ex. “I’m just asking you to realize how much that affects me,” she said.

* Another COVID-19 casualty? Rome’s movie. The production lost financing and was shut down before it even got underway — they didn’t even get to have the table read! — and Rome was in a bad place about it until Regina rallied their friends to participate in a table read at Delilah’s house that evening.

* In an attempt to remove temptation from his home, Eddie flushed all of his doctor-prescribed narcotics down the toilet. But then the appointment for him to get a pain-relieving cortisone shot was cancelled, and he wasn’t sure he’d be in any shape to attend Theo’s school production of Oklahoma! that evening. And then he couldn’t get a refill on the prescription, because he’d flushed through two weeks’ worth of the meds, and it’s a controlled substance. So when he and Gary were at Rome’s apartment, Eddie spied some Vicodin there and pocketed it. Then he popped one just before Theo’s show.

* Unbeknownst to Delilah, who now is stuck in Europe for the foreseeable future after her father fell and broke his hip, she and Regina nearly lost the Someday building because of a clerical error made by Katherine’s assistant, Carter. But it turned out that the opposing lawyer, Alan, knew Jon and was the person on the other end of his final phone call, and Jon’s death really affected him. So Alan generously cut Katherine & Co. a break, and they can keep the property.

Phew! Now, back to Maggie’s pregnancy. We hopped on the phone with Allison Miller to talk about her show’s return, that Gary-Maggie-Darcy situation and why Maggie-as-mom isn’t as done a deal as it might seem.

TVLINE | Let’s go back. It’s been a while since fear of a cancer resurgence was a focal point of Maggie’s storyline, but it’s always there, right? I imagine it’s always in the back of her mind. Yes. It’s always there, and then the reminder of having to get a checkup every six months is always going to be looming, too. So, she’s still very much living in the trauma of going through cancer treatment. The last thing on her mind is pregnancy. It’s just off the table for her, until it’s very much on the table.

TVLINE | We talked a bit last season about when Maggie was defending Delilah from the lactation consultant and how that speech was the first indicator that Maggie was entertaining the idea of being a mom herself at some point in the future. Where do you think she is, mentally, on that front before she gets the news? I think that Maggie very much wants to be a mother in the future, and the timing of this is impossible. In my interpretation of where Maggie is with her health, she is still doing hormonal treatment, and it would be really dangerous for her and for the baby. So, it’s putting her in such a difficult position. Because I think in another scenario, where she hadn’t just finished chemo, then she’s having to think, “OK, do I want to have a child with this man I barely know?” And that’s the leading factor in any decisions. But she has so much else going on. It’s a very, very tough spot, and I think there’s going to be some real grieving that happens if this doesn’t continue. The choices are going to be very heavy.

TVLINE | I had not even considered the fact that she was still in a form of treatment. That’s so gutting. Yeah, and it makes the conversation around abortion that we’re going to be having even more complex.

TVLINE | Before all of this kind of blows up our episode, it’s already not a super-fun one for her. Talk to me a little bit about coming back and seeing Gary and Darcy playing house at Delilah’s. I think her main prerogative with Gary and Darcy is to not mess things up for them. She already feels like a burden on their relationship and, regardless of any feelings that she may have for Gary romantically, she views him as a person she cares a lot about and so, she wants him to be happy. And Darcy seems very cool.

So, I think Maggie entering a room with both of them just automatically puts her in, like, overdrive trying to accommodate and make things cool, which inevitably backfires because that’s how Maggie operates. [Laughs]

TVLINE | That friend group is all up in each other’s business, so I would imagine that Maggie might be worried that someone would immediately notice that — for instance — she wasn’t drinking wine at the table read at the end of the episode, and what that might mean. Oh, I think she’s on high alert. She’s looking around that table trying to see who’s seeing her, and then, of course, Gary is looking at her in a way where she knows she’s busted. It’s because every single character is conveniently observant at certain times and conveniently naïve at others. [Laughs]

TVLINE | What can you tell us about Jamie and Maggie and how they may or may not be in contact now that she cannot physically return to England, at least for a while? Well, at first, they are just talking on the phone and FaceTiming, so there will be a very serious conversation that happens between the two of them, as is required.

#3-05 #allison miller #a million little things #interview

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idiot-extraordinaire · 4 years

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We Could Happen

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AU. The last thing Santana Lopez expects when her best friend asks her to cat-sit is to find something with the blonde in apartment 1812.

Title after the AJ Rafael song.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13667414/1/We-Could-Happen https://archiveofourown.org/works/25812445

Santana Lopez is not what you would call a "pet person".

Her experience with pets involved a goldfish when she was five, who didn't last till the end of the month, a pregnant hamster that gave birth, ate it's young and promptly died a few days later when she was eight and the neighbour's pitbull, who had a habit of standing with it's head over the fence and barking loudly as it jumped up and down, terrifying her every time she walked home from the bus stop.

There was also her cousin's cat, who managed to scratch up her furniture the weekend she agreed to cat-sit and the parrot her ex-girlfriend had that flew out of its cage and pooped on her favorite leather jacket, so yeah.

Santana didn't hate animals, but she did prefer that she not be in close proximity with them for extended periods of time. She much preferred the pictures of puppies and kittens that circulated on Instagram than actually having to be near one. It was perfect, all cute and no responsibility.

Which is why she almost strangled Quinn when her best friend informed her she was going to be leaving her cat in Santana's care for the foreseeable future.

"What do you mean your cat is going to be staying with me?"

"I'm being seconded to our London office," Quinn informs her. "They said six months, but it could be up to a year. I can't take Charlie with me."

"Why can't you leave him with someone else?"

"Sam and Kurt's buildings don't allow pets."

"What about Mercedes?"

"Mercedes is going on tour in a few weeks, she can't bring him."

"Yes, she can. It'll be like part of her act."

"Santana…"

"Leave him with your mom, then!"

"Santana, I'm not flying to Lima to drop him off at my mom's, when you're perfectly capable of taking care of Charlie."

"Look Q," Santana retorted. "If I wanted to take care of a cat, I would buy a cat. But I don't want one, so Charlie will just have to find somewhere else to stay."

"Come on."

"What happens if I bring a girl over? I can't just have this cat getting all up in my business while I'm trying to get my mack on!"

"He's a cat, not a child!"

"I don't have the space."

"You live in a two bedroom apartment! You have a room for your shoes!"

"Okay, first of all, it's one and a half bedrooms!" That was true, the real-estate agent had advertised it that way, which was perfect for Santana since a "half bedroom" provided a perfect excuse to never have houseguests. "And second, it's full, so there's nowhere for him to stay."

"He doesn't need his own room," Quinn rolled her eyes. "Your place is more than big enough."

"What about someone from your office? How about Ken doll? Or what's-her-face with the ugly shoes? It won't matter if he pees in them," Santana rattles off names.

"Santana, please don't make this difficult," Quinn sighed as Santana crossed her arms over her chest, indignantly. "Don't make me call it in," she says, almost warningly.

Santana narrows her eyes. "You wouldn't."

What Quinn was referring to was the favor that Santana agreed to let her call in, one time only, no questions asked.

Over the years, Santana had gotten pretty good at letting one-night-stands know that that was exactly what it was , a one night stand. It saved a lot of confusion and hurt and awkward conversations in the morning, but once in a while, even the best could slip up.

It was a few months ago when the morning after, it became obvious that Santana's latest one-night-stand intended for their relationship to become...well, a relationship, and Santana informing her that it wasn't going to become one didn't work either.

It became painfully clear to Santana that she'd taken home a crazy person and she called Quinn, who was on her way to a big meeting. Santana had pleaded with her that it would only take five minutes and that she'd owe her huge so her friend complied.

Fifteen minutes later, Quinn showed up at Santana's apartment to play the scorned girlfriend. She went on, screaming and crying about how Santana could do this to her after they were together for five years, how awful she was for cheating (on their anniversary no less) and even threw in an "I should have listened to my mother about you!" for good measure.

She really sold it. Santana was convinced Quinn was going to slap her across the face, when she heard the front door click shut behind her and Quinn turn off the waterworks.

"There, she's gone. Now move, I need to touch up my makeup before I go to my meeting," Quinn replied nonchalantly, strolling past Santana and into the bathroom.

Quinn was only five minutes late to her meeting, but Santana had to keep her promise and officially owed Quinn one favour that she was allowed to call in at any time.

Apparently, this was it.

"You're calling in the favour over your cat?"

"Apparently, I have to," Quinn rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, before the corners of her mouth turned up in a smirk. "Which means that you really can't say no."

Santana really wanted to slap that stupid smirk off her best friend's face. But alas, a deal was a deal and she'd sealed her fate on that morning many months ago when she took home that crazy (though admittedly hot) girl who really took that U-haul stereotype to heart.

Live and learn, she figured.

And that was how Santana Lopez ended up as guardian to the calico, Charlie.

"I expect him to be in the same condition when I come back," Quinn warned her, on the day he was dropped off before his human departed for London.

"No promises, Q," Santana rolled her eyes.

"I'll call to check in."

"I'm an adult, I'll be fine without you."

"I meant on him."

"When did you turn into a crazy cat lady?" Santana cracked.

Quinn's little goodbye with her cat stretched out to twenty minutes, not including the two- hour-long orientation she gave Santana about vet appointments, shots, food, litter boxes, his pet carrier and everything in between.

When the front food shut, signalling Quinn's exit, Santana looked down at Charlie, who in turn just stared up at her and meowed.

"Ok listen, we need to get one thing clear, now that your crazy mom isn't here to save you," Santana dropped down so she was closer to eye-level with the cat. "I'll do all the vet appointments and the cat food and even emptying out your nasty-ass litter-box, but if you ever pee in one of my shoes, you are done here," she said in a low growl.

Charlie meowed again and licked his paw. Santana decided to take that as an understanding.

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Charlie is actually not bad. Santana won't go as far as to say she enjoys having him around, but she doesn't hate it.

He walked around the apartment like he owned the place and climbed up on the furniture, but all things considered he was pretty good. He went in his litter box and knew his feeding routine.

During the first week, Santana came home from work to find the legs of her coffee table totally scratched up. She brought out the eyesore that was his bright blue scratching post on full display in her living room so that he could use it instead, but Quinn informed her that Charlie was probably just getting antsy from being alone in the apartment all week.

Santana installed a kitty door so that he'd be free to roam about the apartment complex during the day and come home when he needed and leave her damn stuff alone. Since then, he seemed calmer when he was indoors and would take to lying on the couch next to her when she was watching TV.

So yeah. Santana figured having Charlie around wasn't the worst thing in the world.

She could, however, do without Quinn's constant need for updates on her cat. Based on her social media posts, Quinn was having the time of her life in London, meeting new people and going to new places.

However, based on her messages to Santana - it seemed less like she was a socially active woman in her twenties living it up, and more like she was a fifty year old cat-mom missing her cat-child, with nothing else to do.

[Quinn]: Did you feed him today?

[Quinn]: He likes the chicken flavour.

[Quinn]: Is he getting enough exercise?

[Quinn]: Can you send me pics of him?

[Quinn]: You're giving him baths regularly, right Satan?

[Quinn]: If anything seems wrong TAKE HIM TO THE VET

[Quinn]: How is he today?

Santana got so tired of the messages that eventually she started trolling Quinn so that the blonde would leave her alone.

[Santana]: Congrats, grandma! Charlie knocked up the neighbour's cat. You have nine of them to come home to!

[Santana]: Cats can drink scotch right? Cause I accidentally poured the wrong thing into his bowl.

[Santana]: Charlie's a persian right? Cause that's who's sitting on my couch rn.

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Santana had settled into routine with her new roommate. It wasn't like she had to walk the cat or anything, so she made sure that there was food in his bowl before she left for work and he was usually home by the time she got back anyway.

In between she guessed that he was wandering the neighbourhood looking for mice or whatever it is that cats do. Whatever, he didn't touch her shoes and her furniture and frankly that was the best she could hope for.

Work on the other hand, left much to be desired.

Santana was the youngest person in management at one of the most promising new marketing and PR agencies in Los Angeles. She'd been there since interning in her senior year of college and knew the ins and outs of the business better than almost anyone. She was sharp, effective and knew how to get things done. It also meant that she spent too much time at the office.

You know what they say, if you need something done, give it to the busiest person at the office.

"Miss Lopez," her assistant, Marley, stepped into the door of her office. "The Mucusin people are here."

Mucusin was a new over-the-counter cold medicine soon to be released in stores. Santana had advised them to change the name, but they were pretty adamant about keeping it so it seemed like she was going to have her work cut out for her.

"Send them in."

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So it turned out the Mucusin people were not only married to the name, but to the idea of keeping the packaging green.

Santana had to fight an eyeroll when she gave that directive to the design team to come up with a few samples incorporating that particular shade of green.

When she finally got home, she spotted Charlie, sitting on the arm of the couch, waiting for her and meowing expectantly.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll get your food," she grumbled, putting her things down, opening a can of Cat Chow and emptying it into his bowl.

Once she'd fulfilled her obligation, she ordered some food for herself on her phone and headed into the shower, wishing to wash all the stress of the day off before her dinner arrived.

She eats in front of the TV, when she notices that Charlie barely touches his food. Santana squints at him. He looked... different, something was off.

She gets distracted when Real Housewives comes on.

It's probably nothing.

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Santana makes a hundred cat-lady jokes at Quinn's expense before complying when Quinn asks Santana to help her face-time Charlie.

"Oh my God, Santana!"

"What?"

"Why's he so fat? What have you been feeding him?"

"I just feed him the stuff you told me to buy, it's not cheap by the way, Q," she flips the camera back around so that Quinn's facing her and not the cat. "I don't even know what the big deal is, he looks-"

Santana's about to say fine when she gets a good look at the cat for the first time in weeks. That stupid Mucusin campaign's been taking up all her attention, that she didn't even notice. Charlie's gotten fat.

"I told you, you better return him in the same condition you got him!" Quinn chastises.

"Well, I'm not returning him yet," Santana huffs. "And I didn't take you for a fat-shamer, Lucy Caboosey."

Quinn scowls at that remark. "Seriously, calicos are supposed to weigh like 7 or 8 pounds. How much does he weigh?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? He was supposed to have a vet appointment last week!"

"Yeah but I didn't finish that Mucusin campaign until yesterday. I thought it would be fine to delay it by a week."

"Satan, I swear to God-"

"I'll take him!" Santana sighs exaggeratedly. "God, the way you fuss over your cat, wouldn't it be easier to just have a child?"

"Santana-"

"It'll be fine," she eyes the cat from his place by the coffee table. "He hasn't gotten that fat has he?"

"Yes!"

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Santana takes Charlie to the vet and in six weeks in her care he's managed to put on five pounds. It's not a good look.

The vet recommends some diet cat food and that Charlie get some exercise. Since he's already out the whole day, Santana buys the way too expensive diet cat food and hopes that it will fix the situation.

She's not thrilled with the idea of having to spend her weekends taking the cat for a walk.

After another week, she manages to wrestle him onto the bathroom scale for long enough to see that he's not losing weight.

The mystery of the cat's weight gain finally gains traction while she's at work and her boss, Shelby pulls her into her office.

"Cheating scandal broke today," she places a file down in front of Santana.

"What are we dealing with?"

"Throat Explosion's lead singer came down with a case of mono, gave it to his girlfriend."

"So?"

"So, the day after, the bassist comes down with a case of mono too. The girlfriend's an actress, she's getting a pretty big following and the singer's taking a lot of heat. She kicked him out."

"He slept with the bassist?"

Shelby nods. "There were rumors before, but no one ever bothered to address it, they thought it would go away."

"Well it's not going to now. What do they want us to do?"

"What do you think?" Shelby raised a brow. "PR. They need damage control."

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#Monogate gave Santana the breakthrough she needed. There was a third party involved. If she wasn't making changes to his diet and he was roaming about all day, there must be an external reason as to why he was gaining weight.

It's a Saturday when Santana finally decides that today will be the day she figures out who's been fattening up the cat.

She's bought him a tracking collar which synced with her phone. She checked the record previously to see that Charlie was only really exploring the apartment complex, never straying too far away from it. So she deduces it's someone else who lives in one of the apartments.

Santana knows that she has to move fast. Despite his weight gain, Charlie could still climb high and squeeze into spaces she couldn't.

When the sneaky little bastard slipped out from his kitty door, Santana quickly followed him out, tracking his steps on the app on her phone. It led her past the courtyard and into the garden patch of the complex, just by the fountain.

She waded through various potted plants, through the small pavement path in a mostly-grass covered area. A few of the plants had grown a little too tall and wound up smacking her in the face with their leaves. Santana kept glancing at her phone to make sure she was on the right track and was validated when she heard the sound of something being set down on the concrete and a pleased meow.

She scrambled through the rest of the plants and through the clearing, finding a woman, sitting on the bench and Charlie eating from a little orange cat bowl.

"Aha!" Santana exclaimed, leaping out from the garden and accusingly pointing at the cat, who didn't seem the least bit perturbed. She did however, come face to face with an amused looking woman.

Santana had expected some sad old guy who didn't have any friends and had taken to stealing the attention of the neighbour's cat but this woman was...well, gorgeous.

"Hi," the woman greeted her, seemingly unshaken by Santana's abrupt entrance.

"Hi," Santana managed to get out. "You're...you're the one who's been feeding my cat?"

"Oh is he yours?" she asks, reaching down to pet Charlie. "He likes to stop by here."

"Yeah, I mean...sort of," Santana frowns trying to explain the situation. "He's not mine, but he's in my care."

"Are you sure? Are you sure you're not a catnapper?"

Santana is partially amused but also a little offended. "Of course not! How can you accuse me of being a catnapper when you're the one feeding other people's pets?"

The woman frowns. "Feeding isn't the same as catnapping."

"So it's you? You're the one who's been fattening him up?"

"That's mean," the woman creases her forehead and pouts a little, rubbing Charlie's furry head. "I think he looks fine just as he is."

"What's he eating anyway?"

"Tuna casserole."

Santana's feelings of offense evaporate at this point and she's just confused.

"What?"

"My roommate is trying to learn to cook for her boyfriend," the woman explains. "I don't think it's very good but Cheeto seems to like it."

"Cheeto?"

She looks a little embarrassed. Santana thinks it's kind of cute. "That's not his name?"

"No, uh, his name is Charlie."

"Oh, I've been calling him Cheeto. The orange spots on his fur are kinda cheeto shaped. He doesn't seem to mind," she adds.

"No, I'm sure he doesn't."

Now sensing that Santana was out of accusation mode, the woman extended her hand.

"I'm Brittany, by the way. 1812," she gestures to the apartment behind her.

Santana shook it. "Santana. 1820"

"I like your name."

"Thanks. My mom picked it out."

Santana was horrified at the words that just left her mouth. What the hell was that? She knows how to talk to beautiful women, ok? She's just having an off day. Apparently her game had just decided to up and leave and go on vacation without telling her first.

Brittany giggles at that and scoots over a little on the bench, inviting Santana, mouth still slightly agape from her words, to take a seat next to her. She obliges and just stares down at Charlie tucking into his tuna casserole. She mostly stares down at the cat because Brittany's eyes are so very blue.

"So how long has this been going on exactly?"

"Maybe a month," Brittany shrugs. "He just kind of started coming around and one time he looked kinda hungry so I fed him the leftover's my roommate cooked. After that he kinda started coming around a lot."

"Leftovers huh? I guess the Cat Chow I've been feeding him doesn't really compare."

"Depends on the brand you buy, but usually cats prefer people-food even if it's not always the best for them. I try to only feed him stuff that cats would normally eat, like chicken and fish. Only stuff that they'd be able to catch in the wild."

"Huh. I had no idea about any of that."

"Ok, one time I fed him steak," Brittany says, looking a little guilty.

"Wow."

"My roommate bought this 14-pack of steak from Costco and I messed up with the freezing and the defrosting and we ended up just having to cook all of them. I thought maybe he should eat some before it went bad…" she trails off. "He seemed to really like it."

Santana chuckles a little. "Lucky Charlie, I bet he's the most well-fed cat in LA."

"Even more than all those pets to the stars?"

"Oh, totally, especially since he's apparently been getting double meals."

Brittany laughs and for reasons she doesn't quite understand, Santana can hear her heart beating louder in her chest.

"Sorry, if I've been stealing him away from you," she apologizes. "I just miss having a cat around."

"You had a cat before?"

"He lives back home with my parents. My roommate's allergic so I couldn't get another one even if I wanted to. I miss him sometimes. Even if he was leaking pages of my diary on the internet."

"Oh," Santana says, obviously confused. "Sounds like kind of a jerk."

"Yeah, but he has a good heart under all his addictions and gang affiliations."

"Right."

"So is Charlie your first?" Brittany asks.

"Is it that obvious I don't know what I'm doing?" Santana laughs. "I guess so. I mean, technically he's my friend's cat but she got sent to London for a couple months for work so she asked me to take care of him."

"I think you're actually doing pretty well considering he's your first cat. They're not as easy to take care of as everyone thinks," she comments as Charlie finishes his tuna casserole and jumps up onto the bench, where Brittany can pet him.

"Thanks."

"I also think you're a good friend."

Santana feels herself starting to blush and looks down at the ground to avoid eye contact. "You just met me. There's no way you could know that."

"Yeah but you're looking after your friend's cat while she's away, even though you don't really have any experience in it and you even tracked down to see where he was going when you thought something was up. Sounds like a pretty good friend to me."

"Yeah, well…" she mumbles, not sure of how to respond. "Listen, I think um, I think I'd be cool if you wanted to still hang out with Charlie and stuff. He seems to like you and I doubt I could stop him even if I wanted to."

Brittany's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah. Maybe just go easy on the steak, though. My friend is a total helicopter cat-mom and she's not super happy with all the weight gain."

"I know an Atkins diet that might help."

"I mean, yeah, if you think-"

"Oh, thank you Santana!" with a big grin on her face, Brittany leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Santana in a big hug. The brunette was taken aback by it, clearly not expecting it, but was pleasantly surprised.

"Sorry," Brittany pulled away, looking a little embarrassed.

"No, don't be," she managed to get out. "Listen, Brittany, would it be cool if I got your number?" Santana realizes instantly what it sounds like and quickly tries to explain herself. "Since I obviously have no idea what I'm doing with this cat thing. Just, so I could like, text you if I have questions about cat food brands or going to the vet or something. You know, for Charlie's sake and everything," she added quickly.

"Totally," Brittany grinned. "I'll be like your cat whisperer."

Authors Notes:

If anyone here ever watched the show Chuck, the apartment complex in that show is kind of what I imagine the apartment complex here looks like.

I actually came up with this idea many years ago, but I didn't put pen to paper till recently. It was inspired by the fact that at a certain point my friend (and her parents) ended up feeding their neighbours cat on a regular basis and it started to get fat. This is also the first multi-chap I've written in years and the first Brittana multi-chap I've written at all.

#brittana #brittana fanfic #santana lopez #brittany pierce #pet-sitting!verse

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