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proper-goodnight · 5 months

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Into The Gray Chpt. 8 (House Call)

Fandom: The Gray Man (2022)

Pairings: Sierra Six x Reader, Courtland Gentry x Reader, Sierra Six x You, Courtland Gentry x You

Type: Multi-Chap

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You sat in the opposite chair, chin in hand, watching Claire Fitzroy push around the dinner that you’d made. You hadn’t thought that you’d done that bad a job, cooking had become something of a hobby for you after all, but you entertained that it was because there was too much complexity in flavor for a pre-teen to handle. She’d turned the herbs over and inspected them with a vaguely disturbed look, nose scrunched, only to repeat the action with the seasonings, picking through each one as though she’d discovered dirt. Her body was angled backwards, ready to leap from the chair in case the plate suddenly leapt off the table.

The kid lived off of Hawaiian pizza and ice-cream. Garlic and zest may not have been the best idea that you could have chosen.

Finally, the fork laid to rest against the plate with a soft clang. Tentative fingers nudged it away, a few inches and then halfway across the table. Her forearms folded on its’ edge; the wooden finish worn from years of sitting. She’d addressed you briefly when you first entered the safe house—a wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere—but this was the first time that she’d officially looked at you since you’d arrived. Her eyebrows raised, and yours instinctively copied the action.

“So,” Claire started, trailing off.

“So?” You echoed.

She leaned forward, and those raised eyebrows suddenly narrowed, as though she had started some kind of interrogation. Her expression mirrored suspicion, but you thought that she was just curious. It was kind of cute; you could admit that. “You and Six aren’t friends?”

There was a pause before you answered, but your gaze didn’t leave her. “We share secrets.”

“That’s kind of what friends do.” She pointed out.

You nodded, but you wouldn’t really know. You’d never had many friends, and no one came to mind that you would trust to keep a secret. You thought about Dani, and you thought about Lloyd, but every secret that you’d learned about them was without their knowledge. You doubted that it counted.

Social standards and attachments weren’t lost on you, the sociology and psychology of it, but the fact that you’d only thought about it in a scientific aspect, synapses firing in the brain and the chemistry, only proved to you that you wouldn’t be the ideal person to get advice from—you were too blunt; too literal.

“You tried to kill Six,” She accused, flat.

You didn’t. You told her that. “I didn’t.”

“You broke into our house,” her eyebrows flicked upwards, as though she’d caught you up in a lie. “I saw you. He had a gun, and then those people broke in. They took him.”

You didn’t know what to say to that; most of it had nothing to do with you.

“Why did you go after him? Do you know Six?”

You briefly contemplated the extent of how much you should confess with a pre-teen and also the niece of the one person that you’d been after at the very start–the original dividing cog in an already fragile machine. Should you explain? Apologize?

“I’m only concerned about him through proxy.”

“What does that even mean?” She grimaced, voice terse.

Your own remained even. “It means,” you trailed off, eyes flicking around the small space of the kitchen. “That when I get what I need from him, that’ll be it.”

“And what exactly do you need?”

When you didn’t answer right away, Claire leaned forward, turning your attention back to her, the suddenly intense stare in her gaze as she rested her chin on top of her fist, squinting as though determined to find some kind of secret that could have been hidden in your expression. You didn’t have anything to hide, so you found yourself staring back despite yourself, then finally decided to ask: “What are you doing?”

“Reading your mind.” She said as a matter of fact. “I can usually do it with Six; you both have this zone out thing that you do.” She exhaled, then gave up, the brunt of her shoulders colliding back against her seat. “He’s easier.”

“You know him.”

Claire exhaled through her nose. “You two aren’t that different,” she then clarified: “You both can be really frustrating to talk to.”

It wasn’t very often that someone could pull a smile from you, and you hadn’t expected Claire Fitzroy to be one. You could see how Sierra Six was attached to her, the contradiction to the rules–an innocence in a world that was quite the contrary.

She was a child. Children didn’t live in your world; children didn’t survive there.

The rest of your conversation with Claire had been minimal, and at some point, while the two of you had sat at the table, she gave up in her attempts at learning the specifics about you to retire for the night instead. She hadn’t asked about Six much after that, likely because where he was concerned, the two of you were on a similar page.

Very much in the dark about what was planned for him.

You hadn’t been to see him since your last conversation, only being sure that he was in your same line of sight when you went to the office only to be bombarded with bullshit busy work from Carmichael to hide the fact that he was compiling evidence against you–unsuccessfully. If Dani had any suspicions, she didn’t voice them, but there was something about the looks she gave you that told you that you needed to cover your tracks a little harder before every single eye in the agency was following you around.

Dani wasn’t as subtle. Her curiosities and willingness to go along with anything that could inconvenience Suzanne and Carmichael had kept you safe. You liked that about her.

You let the possibilities of Dani being considered a ‘friend’ follow you home.

When you dreamed, it was of ribs jutting out stark from underneath skin; it was shadows stretching along walls in rows that winded down every corridor, obscured faces that became blurrier over time until they disappeared entirely. There had been more once, but their names were filed down to a manila folder in a drawer, and when it was gone, you knew to forget.

Your place in the world was what anyone else wanted it to be, that was it, and while you regretted necessity, there was nothing that could be done. You’d had loyalty.

Along with loyalty came a point in your life when you knew that you were old enough. Pain had come with you growing taller, stronger, and it was when eyes that once praised your innocence changed to desire that you’d had to change tact. Everything in your life had been boiled down to calculation, statistics, and logic. It wasn’t only about survival. You served.

Pale silver light sifting through the curtains was less of a haze than your dreams had been, but mild or horrible, you never startled awake. Your eyes drifted open, a bare brush of eyelashes against your cheeks, the skyline outside your window less captivating than the subtle shudder of the wall on the far side of the room.

You’d left Claire alone listening to an old record before you’d gone home. A door had closed, but you were meant to be alone.

Over the years, many things had made you hesitate. One had been someone’s daughter, rushing to a dance lesson, outside of her mother’s sight but centered directly inside yours, another had been a scientist who thought himself a comedian but took entirely too long to explain what made his jokes funny, and another a reflected light off a skyline; you’d heard the bullet before you’d felt it.

You found yourself hesitating now, the cover having sunk toward your hips sometime during the night, your arm tucked underneath the one pillow that you owned. You waited, the silence feeling like a pressure against your eardrums, the sounds of the city much quieter in comparison to the anticipation. Your heartbeat was slow and rhythmic, keeping in time with every breath that you carefully expelled from your lungs.

You heard a footstep. One, and then two. Unfamiliar. More of a shuffle than a step. You paced it in your mind, but this intruder wandered with no particular destination. Regardless, they would find themselves back out if they didn’t end up under the ground first.

Careful, practiced movements had you slowly drawing the blanket down the rest of your frame, your arm sliding out from underneath your pillow with barely a sound of scraping fabric. With that same universal slowness, you turned, setting one leg over the side of the bed, and then the other until you were standing, a lithe figure in the darkness creeping over the carpet.

You paused with every paused shuffle, moved with every abrupt step, matching the intruder pace for pace. Muscles tightly coiled; you were prepared to leap at a moment’s notice. Your fingers curled around the doorknob. On the other side, you heard the shuffle stop.

You stopped, and then finally wrenched the door open.

“I need your help.”

Rather than immediately turn, you pivoted in a slower motion. Your face remained passive despite the confusion that gripped you. You had thought that you were beyond those little slips in humanity. Six was straining, pushing himself off of the door frame that served as an entryway to the kitchen, directly adjacent to the hall that had housed your room. He’d gotten close. Too close for comfort.

When you reached over and flicked on the lamp sitting on an end table, Six’s swaying form was revealed to you, blood matting his hair, and the way that his arm wrapped around his abdomen suggested a trauma to his ribs. You could hardly identify his features in the dark before, but it was him; you knew that much by his voice, and the way that he carried himself, a strong outline towering over you despite a stance that suggested he’d recently suffered an injury.

You didn’t know why his appearance hadn’t immediately alarmed you, but you decided against questioning it in the moment.

The fact that he’d gotten into a skirmish with who was likely Carmichael and the entirety of the FBI and decided to come here instead of Claire gave you pause. Truthfully, you didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended.

“You look like you got into a fight.” You noted.

“Your friends don’t make good company.”

“And I do?”

Six shrugged. “Better company.”

“And here I thought that Carmichael’s personality was just stellar.” You thought that you’d heard the beginnings of a laugh ushered from him, but he winced. You didn’t immediately move to help him, and with a look that was asking permission, he shuffled past you to collapse unceremoniously onto your couch. His blood spread into the upholstery, and you strongly assumed that you would be better off throwing out the whole thing.

“Did anyone follow you?” You asked.

“No.”

Regardless, you thought that this would be the first place that they would look. Carmichael was looking for anything to damn you, and a wanted fugitive hiding out at your place was as good a reason as any. Your absence did provide an alibi; nobody could claim that you’d helped him escape, but apparently, he didn’t need the help. You approached the couch.

“How did you know where I live?”

“Lucky guess.”

He was a terrible liar, but you would figure out the minute details later. There was a bullet wound in his shoulder, a knife wound in his side, among a variety of other injuries that you couldn’t clearly identify over simple lamplight alone. “How bad are the other guys?”

He shrugged. “Worse off.”

With a soft hum, you pulled yourself away from the couch, wandering to one of the side doors that led to the bathroom so that you could dig out your meager stash of first aid supplies. When you walked back, ushering him further onto the couch so that you could sit, he grimaced, but obliged, tucking one of the couch pillows behind his back.

As soon as you took out the antiseptic, his eyes wandered to the kitchen.

“Got anything to drink?”

“You’re gonna have to deal with this sober.” You said, still digging some of the essentials from your bag. You didn’t look up. “Take your clothes off.”

When you didn’t immediately see a shuffle of movement out of the corner of your vision, you glanced up. Six was looking at you, hesitating to oblige this particular request. You raised your eyebrows, and you thought that the Gray Man, who had broken out of a secure CIA building through agents with years of similar experience, looked awkward. You raised your eyebrows. He still didn’t move.

“I can’t help you through your clothes.” You pointed out.

Six exhaled through his nose, shifting with a soft grunt so that he could grab at the hem of his shirt and begin tucking it out of the cover of his jeans. His expression twisted at the extension of his movements, a strain on his wounds that had soaked through the fabric and left residue wherever his hands had grabbed. You shuffled closer to him.

“Let me help.” Six moving his hands out of your way was the only permission that you needed. You tugged his shirt free from the confines of his jeans, careful to avoid his wounds while you worked your way up over the defined muscles of his chest, skilled fingers gliding up his biceps and carefully working the sleeves through his arms before you could yank it free over his head. It was dropped to the floor.

Scars covered nearly every surface, old wounds from old places that you’d observed through the window at his house in Florida. There were new wounds over the old, some that would leave new scars, but it did little to hinder his rugged handsomeness. You weren’t a fool; you would give credit where it was due.

Your hands went for his belt next, but he grabbed them.

“I got it,” he said.

“Are you shy?” You teased.

Your little mockery gave rise to a very light smirk, refreshing the frustration that’d previously occupied his face, but your hands retreated so that he could take over himself, unbuckling his belt and carefully wiggling out of his jeans until he was down to his boxers. Those were dropped onto the floor along with his shirt. At least he had been conscientious enough to leave his shoes by the door, even if he still tread blood across your carpet.

“You have a knife wound by your ribs.” You told him, gently poking at the space next to the wound to further emphasize your point; you went for that wound first, taking the antiseptic and gauze into your hands. Your head was bent low, your eyes wandering over the rough outline and bruised edges with practiced focus.

“Yeah,” Six murmured in soft agreement. “He was aiming for my heart so,” he hissed a sharp intake of breath as you dabbed at it with the antiseptic. “It felt like a win.”

You glanced up, the edge of your mouth twitching. He was looking down at you, eyes wandering, and when your lashes fluttered and your eyebrows raised, he looked back up, to the space around your house, undeniably more decorated than his had been–still with its own style of simplicity, nonetheless.

You didn’t think that there was much to look at.

“Uh, thanks.” He went on. “For–for this.”

“I wouldn’t thank me yet. This is not going to be comfortable for you.”

Six nodded, leaving his appreciation in the air for another time. He leaned his head back over the arm of the couch, closing his eyes. He looked more peaceful like this, moonlight blanketing over him through a peek in the curtain, clouds lighting up in faint silver, the skyline going to sleep one office window and oversized billboard at a time. His hair fell away from his forehead, revealing another cut there; another eventual scar.

You elicited a low groan from him as you pressed the antiseptic into the wound and dabbed at it with the gauze. One of his eyes opened to look at you.

“Just making sure you’re still with me.” You said.

“Barely. I am beginning,” he hissed out, the words rising like bile in his throat, “to seriously question my life choices.”

Your head tilted. “The Sierra Program taught you how to take a beating, all things considered.”

“Stubbornness is a family trait.”

You exhaled through your nose, poking on what was presumably a bullet wound toward his left hip making him gasp; it’d only clipped him as far as you could tell, but the skin there would still be tender, but nothing that you had to immediately worry about. “You’re hilarious,” you murmured good-naturedly, the action and remark earning a gentle glare from him. “Here I thought that it was the blood loss making you so passive.”

“Just another Thursday,” he quipped.

“It’s Monday,” you corrected him, standing from the couch to flick on the living room light and close the curtains the remainder of the way. Six held up his hand to shield his eyes from the sudden intrusion of light, except that his arm couldn’t extend that far and it fell back down to his chest. “I’m going to work on your side first. I’m going to need you to hold still, okay?”

Other than a sharp intake of breath, and an occasional flinch, he hardly moved at all; one sharp jerk had you leaning your arm over his legs to hold him still, pushed close to his abdomen and practically laying over him. You’d nudged him closer to the couch cushions to make more room for yourself, your hip pressed against the side of his thigh.

Threading the needle with a closed eye, you glared at it in focus before your thumb and index finger guided the needle through his skin right beside the hole, drawing it over. As you worked, refined, you ignored the gentle sounds that you elicited from him. Soft sounds of pain were nothing new to you, and you did have to admit that they had made him rather resilient. You didn’t know what you had expected, but for some reason, you expected backlash.

You assumed that his and Lloyd’s pain tolerance were drastically different.

The iris scissors were lifted, and you tied off the thread before snipping it.

More antiseptic was soaked onto the wound before a bandage was applied. You shimmied up his body to inspect the wound by his shoulder. One of your thighs was forcefully planted to one side of him, trapped between his and the couch, and the other teetering on the edge, close to falling but secure at the same time. The supplies were placed on his chest for assurance. He’d lifted his head up when he felt you move; the two of you were nearly nose to nose, but your head was turned, focused on his shoulder.

He placed his hand beside your thigh, holding you in place should you somehow find yourself falling. Where one of your hands was planted against his chest to hold yourself up, you felt his heartbeat underneath your palm, pounding in a frantic rhythm. His skin was hot underneath your fingers.

Charming.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you’ve never had a woman like this,” you said softly, and low without looking at him, your hand moving away to grab more of your antiseptic.

His breath hitched when he was about to answer, but you interrupted him.

“I don’t want to know.” You mused.

“I have.”

You snickered. “I never said you didn’t.” You felt his muscles relax underneath your hands, but you associated it more with defeat than relaxation. Granted, you had that effect on people naturally. Considering how often you had knowingly or unknowingly infuriated and simultaneously puzzled Lloyd Hansen and Denny Carmichael, Sierra Six was hardly an added challenge.

Your slender fingers worked at disinfecting and closing the wound at his shoulder, gradually brushing up the length of his arm. Your skin was cold to the touch as always, and you thought that you felt him shiver under his fingers–there was an explorative nature to your demonstrations, touching every little line and mark as you worked your way up over scars old and new in search of other wounds.

Your eyes never strayed from the work, speaking in their own silent words. Your hand traveled up to drape across his shoulder and toy with stray hairs, twirling blonde strands in between with gentle tugs that were strangely casual. From there, one would consider a conversation starter, or a knife positioned directly where your other hand lingered at his side, doing the same demonstrations where your fingers splayed at the sensitive skin by his hip bone.

It wasn’t often that you were able to get this close to a man without any other intentions.

Six’s hands lay limp, arrested to the couch cushions, slowly curling into fists. When you nudged his arm to look at a wound at his other side, he obliged your wordless request. You felt him tense underneath your fingers, seconds teasing him, trickling past. He waited, and he watched. He didn’t risk another glance, another breath too deep.

Slowly, mechanically, through painstaking precision, he turned to face you completely opposite with a crinkle in his crescent eyes. You knew that look. You’d seen it before, only with much less speaking involved. Then he truly did subside toward you. He pushed the heel of his palm into the sofa’s back for support.

All at once, you found yourself pulling away, your hands retreating from his skin, two breaths escaping in unison once you finally made distance and pulled yourself up from the couch. His fingers lingered, brushing your wrist and curling around your knuckles.

“Are you done?” Six asked, voice sounding groggy, lulled into a kind of security that was never meant to be found with you.

“I think you’ll live another day,” you answered. You forced yourself to not submit, to subside against unwise impulses. Especially with as pale and cold as he was—oh, how he could still play the game. Later, you promised to no one in particular. “Get some rest. We’ll go see Claire when you can at least walk on your own.”

Six finally exhaled, unable to challenge that certainty in your gaze. He managed a pursed smile, then the smile faded, unreadably flat now. With great reluctance, he let go of you. Not once did his attention travel away from your face, clinging to it.

You marched off, unjustifiably tense for all the wrong reasons, and gently shut the door to your bedroom while his relentless tossing and turning sounded on the couch. Eventually, you fell back into conscious stillness, never asleep, never visibly awake.

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feral-fae-writes · 1 year

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Hearts and Diamonds || One-Shot

A/N: Another soft, mostly unedited piece that’s also a curious introduction to my OC Fiona, who you guys will meet very, very soon. This spot of dialogue was written as a catch-all for any character, but was born out of discussion between my enabler and me. Larger works will be posted when I have the spoons, but for now, have a red velvet cupcake of fluff. <3.

Fandom: The Gray Man Pairing: Sierra Six x OC!Reader, Courtland Gentry x OC!Reader Wordcount: 138 Type: One-Shot

Chapter Summary: Our reader off-handedly brings up marriage, or at least eloping, because hey, we’re on the run anyways. She thinks nothing of it, but next thing she knows (or doesn’t know), Six has got Dani and Claire roped into making plans. He never figured himself one to marry, but she’s different — and he wants to do things right, because of all the ways she makes his heart race.

Hearts and Diamonds

"I really love her, and I have no idea how this shit works. I know how to kill people, not care for them. How do I make her feel special?"

"You can borrow my vinyls as long as you promise not to chew gum down the aisle," Claire replies, rolling her eyes.

"What?"

"She wants to marry you, stupid."

"But we're not—"

"Look, just find a copse in the middle of nowhere, a nice spot with some trees during sunset, I'll be the flower girl, Dani can officiate it, you can probably find a cake, right?"

"Claire—"

"Six." Claire admonishes, giving him a don't-fuck-this-up look.

And he just sighs, frowning.

"She hates white."

"So don't get white anything. Wear your red suit and let her pick a dress she likes, and ask her to wear it day of."

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When Juliana Coerced Lloyd

Rogers Family Expansion Masterlist

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Juliana Fitzroy (OC)

Summary: Thinking he is going to finally avenge his sister, Lloyd signs up for more than he ever imagined.

Rating: Mature

With his family distracted with the wrap up of the Rumlow case and the wedding of Curtis and Chloe, Lloyd finally has the opportunity of avenging his sister's murder. He needed all his siblings distracted so they wouldn’t stop him, none would have agreed with his ‘eye for an eye’ philosophy. Danie’s death had hit them all differently, for Lloyd it brought for a motivation of violence and suffering he needed to take down the Fitzroy Family, starting with the precious daughter of Donald Fitzroy, Juliana Fitzroy. She was often left unguarded, the concern mostly being for the heart problem cousin, Claire Fitzroy. Juliana was the definition of a spoiled brat with a pretty routine schedule. Which is how he knew she’d be at the italian restaurant down on 5th this evening for her friend's birthday.

He waits until she goes to the restroom, observing her from the bar, indulging in the wide variety of liquor the restaurant had to offer. When he spots her heading to the restroom, he hops off his stool, tittering slightly but not worried about his buzz as he follows her with dastardly intentions. When he rounds the hall where the bathrooms are located he loses her, something he never does. He is about to double back when he feels a pistol tip pressed into his lower back and lips on his ear lobe.

“I was starting to think you were a voyeur,” the whispered voice belonged to his target. She chuckles and nibbles on his lobe before moving to stand in front of him, pocketing her pistol, and putting her wrists out to him.

“What?” he stumbles a bit in confusion, it's not the pleasant buzz he’d feeling that has him so disoriented so the crazy bitch in front of him. “You know I’m going to kill you right?”

“I do, I prepped the warehouse where you intend to leave my body for my father. The security system will go down in exactly 64 minutes so we should chop-chop, time is ticking." She leads him out of the restaurant to his own vehicle where she plops into the passenger seat.

Completely thrown off but not wanting to lose any more control than he already has, he hops into the driver seat and takes off down the road. “Are you one of those idiots who fetishize death?”

“Nope, I just know how determined you are. You’ve been following me for a few years now so my only hope is to go along with your plan and hope I can convince you my plan is far superior.”

“And what is your plan?”

“Marry me.”

Lloyd slams on his brakes, pissing off the other drivers on the road that he promptly ignores to stare at this psycho. How hadn’t he seen signs of her insanity during his reconnaissance, and how hadn’t he noticed he’d been made a long time ago? Did the bitch get off of being stalked? She offers him a sad smile as she tosses her cell phone out the window, further proving she will go along with whichever path Lloyd chooses.

“You aren’t the only one who wants to hurt my father.”

Lloyd resumes driving toward the Fitzroy warehouse he’d planned to carry out his nefarious revenge but he changes his mind and starts driving towards his own penthouse. “What, did daddy get you a cheap car?”

“My reasons are petty but that’s my business. Does that change your mind?”

“How will marrying you accomplish my goals?”

“Killing me, that will hurt my father for the necessary mourning period, maybe occasional moments of sorrow but continue business as usual. But his only daughter who he intends to take over the business marrying his largest rival? Knowing I’m alive feeding all the knowledge I have to the enemy? Wouldn’t that enrage you?”

“Keep talking, you’re winning me over with that sweet talk.” he smirks.

“And you’d cuck six.”

Llody parks his car in the private parking garage for his building but makes no move to get out of the car as he thinks of his last encounter with Sierra Six, the man who’d killed Diane. He’d been cocky enough to believe he could handle the man himself which resulted in Six nearly killing Lloyd. If Steve hadn’t caught wind of Lloyd’s plan and showed up in time to save his life, Six would have taken another sibling from the Rogers Family. That recovery had taken far too long with a few complications popping up along the way, Steve had ordered Lloyd to drop the matter entirely not wanting to lose any more family to the feud.

“My family intends for Six and I to get married and continue the family line. Apparently my fathers second-in-command who was supposed to be my protector fancied himself a rebel. Went and caught feelings for me that my father was only too happy to encourage.”

Hurt both Fitzroy and Six in one action, keep her dangling in front of them and if he decided that wasn’t enough she would be living here anyway. He could kill her at any time should her plan prove ineffective to his goals but lasting suffering sounded far better to temporary pain. He can easily overpower her, she’s petite, not very threatening. He shows her to his guest room and then heads out to his balcony to make a call.

He knows he can’t ask Steve to act as a witness, he’d only stop Lloyd, probably Andy too. His best bet would be Ari or Ransom since Curtis was away on his honeymoon. Ransom would just tease him a bit while Ari would break out twenty questions so he chooses to call Ransom. If all else fails he can get Ari there tomorrow morning. Ransom is unreliable and lazy but rarely passes up the opportunity to talk shit.

Ransom laughs at Lloyd when he explains he’s eloping in the morning, reminding Lloyd the two of them had promised to be perpetual bachelors enjoying a plethora of men and women. But his brother promises to be in attendance if only to mock Lloyd signing away his life. Lloyd smirks but doesn’t burst Ransom's bachelor bubble, he saw the contract Stark and Steve were discussing at Curtis’ wedding. Lloyd will get to mock his own brother soon enough when he’s forced to marry Victoria Stark.

When Lloyd heads back into the house the lights are out, he assumes Juliana has gone to bed. The blue eyed, redhead is turning to be more than he bargained for, in all that time he watched her he thought he’d learned everything but there was still more to her that he didn’t know. Entering his bedroom he starts removing his shirt and flips on the light, discarding the article of clothing he notices something on his bed. Juliana lays naked on top of his bed smirking at him.

“If we are going to get married then we should get used to sleeping in the same bed.” she smirks, rolling around so she lays on her stomach, elbows propped up to hold her face in her hands to look at him expectantly.

“Where are your clothes?”

“I like to sleep naked.” she rises up to stand on her knees. “But I do like to play before bed.” she looked down to his trousers, a faint outline starting to show. “Unless you aren’t attracted to me?” she pouts at him.

“I’m not having sex with you.” he ignored her pout and entered his closet continuing to remove his clothing, she followed waiting until he was completely undressed before pushing him against the wall and dropping to her knees in front of him. Eager to please.

“Fuck Princess!”

How the hell does Juliana constantly keep him on his toes? She gets under his skin in ways no one else has, his responses so far being uninvolved but he finds himself enjoying her in more ways than one. In one night of interacting with one another she manages to break down all his mental barriers and he allows himself to be vulnerable as the little spoon. He’d never told anyone or let anyone know that he was a big cuddler. Years learning about her and now its Jewls turn to learn about him, the first thing being that under all the guns and knives he is a teddy bear.

The next morning when the two of them make it to the courthouse to elope, Ransom is already waiting with a smirk on his smug fucking face. His pompous attitude is grating but proof enough that his little brother doesn’t recognize Juliana as a Fitzroy. Which means Ransom doesn’t stop them while they go through the motions. It's not until Ransom signs the document he sees Juliana’s maiden name that he realizes the severity of Lloyd’s actions.

“What the fuck have you done?”

“I got married, thought that was obvious.”

“Not the nicest wedding, but I think we could have done worse.” Jewels smirked from within Lloyd’s arms where she’d placed herself after they’d both signed the marriage license.

“Steve’s going to-”

“Maybe but at least I got one last, good fuck in frist.” Jewls quibs, pulling Lloyd’s hand as they start heading for the door.

“She’s a fucking psycho!” Ransom snaps.

“I know, isn’t it great?” The utter reverence in Lloyd’s voice is so sickening Ransom feels like he’ll vomit.

Lloyd looks like a kid in a candy shop as he willing follows his bride from the building leaving his little brother trying to decipher Lloyd’s angel on marrying a fucking Fitzroy and why he’d let their rival have a foothold into their family.

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findroleplay · 2 years

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30+ / She/Her. Looking for 18+ (preferably 21+) writing partners.

I'm only looking for fandom stuff at the moment. I'm mainly looking for canon x canon pairings but will consider canon x oc ones. I usually don't double because I don't want to overwhelm myself too much but, if doubling is your thing, we can discuss it. I prefer canon or canon divergent plots. No AUs that are way out there. MxM ships are my preference but I'm open to MxF and FxF too.

I'll be listing the characters I'm most interested in writing from each fandom, but I can write plenty of others. I'm pretty easy-going when it comes to ships so feel free to suggest any to me. I will list a few of my favorites, though, with the character I prefer writing in bold (if I have a preference). Smut is welcome but not necessary. I have no triggers but please share any you may have with me. Sometimes I forget to ask about them because I don't have any to worry about.

Game of Thrones:

My Characters: Alliser Thorne, Daenerys Targaryen, Jaime Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Petyr Baelish, Robb Stark, Roose Bolton, Sansa Stark, Stannis Baratheon, Thoros, Tywin Lannister

Favorite Ships: Dany x Margaery, Petyr x Sansa, Robb x Theon, Roose x Tywin, Roose x Sansa, Roose x Stannis, Stannis x Davos, Thoros x Beric, Tywin x Shae

Supernatural:

My Characters: Arthur Ketch, Chuck Shurley, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Lucifer

Favorite Ships: Ketch x Mick, Ketch x Dean, Chuck x Sam, Crowley x Bobby, Crowley x Dean, Lucifer x Sam, Lucifer x Dean

The Walking Dead:

My Characters: Beth Greene, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Paul Rovia, Shane Walsh, Simon

Favorite Ships: Beth x Daryl, Beth x Rick, Merle x Glenn, Merle x Milton, Jesus x Aaron, Jesus x Daryl, Shane x Rick, Shane x Lori, Simon x Negan

Grand Theft Auto IV:

My Characters: Dimitri Rascalov, Gerry McReary, Mikhail Faustin, Niko Bellic, Ray Boccino

Favorite Ships: Dimitri x Faustin, Dimitri x Niko, Gerry x Niko, Faustin x Niko, Niko x Packie, Ray x Niko, Ray x Jimmy

Grand Theft Auto V:

My Characters: Devin Weston, Michael De Santa, Steve Haines

Favorite Ships: Steve x Devin, Steve x Dave, Steve x Michael, Steve x Trevor, Devin x Franklin, Michael x Trevor, Michael x Dave

Tolkien Universe:

My Characters: Bard, Bofur, Curufin, Elrond, Fëanor, Thranduil

Favorite Ships: Bard x Thranduil, Bofur x Bilbo, Elrond x Lindir, Elrond x Glorfindel

House MD:

My Characters: James Wilson, Lawrence Kutner, Remy Hadley, Robert Chase

Favorite Ships: Wilson x House, Wilson x Chase, Chase x House

Horror Movies:

My Characters: Ash Williams, Dewey Riley, Herbert West, Leslie Vernon, Mark Hoffman, Michael Myers, Mickey Altieri, Paxton Rodriguez, Richie Kirsch, William Schenk

Favorite Ships: Dewey x Randy, Dewey x Gale, Herbert x Dan, Hoffman x Strahm, Mickey x Derek, Mickey x Randy, Paxton x Josh, Richie x Amber, Richie x Sam, Schenk x Zeke

The Clergy (Ghost Universe):

My Characters: Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus IV

Favorite Ships: Any Character x Male OC

Law & Order:

My Characters: Ben Stone, Cyrus Lupo, Jack McCoy, Mike Logan, Nolan Price

Favorite Ships: Ben x Paul, Lupo x Cutter, Jack x Cutter, Jack x Claire, Jack x Nolan, Mike x Lennie

My preferred place to write is Discord. I can also write through messages on here or try and work something else out with you.

If interested, add me on Discord (Lindsay#7046) or, if you want to write somewhere else than Discord or just want to talk on here first before moving over to Discord, like this post and I'll message you.

#game of thrones rp #supernatural RP #spn rp #the walking dead rp #twd rp #grand theft auto v rp #gta V rp #grand theft auto iv rp #gta iv rp #Tolkien rp #house md rp #horror rp #the clergy rp #law and order rp

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twistnet · 4 years

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fandom + character list

this is the current list of characters i write for. all of the characters, to include the poly-pairings are strictly for reader inserts — note ; if a character is not listed below, i do not write for them anymore

✰ — ARCANE

characters ; vi, jinx, viktor, jayce talis, caitlyn kiramman, ekko, vander, silco, sevika

poly-pairings ; vi x sevika, vi x caitlyn, vander x silco, silco x sevika, jayce x viktor

✰ — CSI MIAMI

characters ; tim speedle, eric delko, calleigh duquesne

✰ — CALL OF DUTY

characters ; john price, simon ‘ghost’ riley, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, könig, valeria garza

✰ — DAZED & CONFUSED

characters ; randall ‘pink’ floyd, jodi kramer, kevin pickford, benny o’donnell

✰ — MARVEL

daredevil // punisher

characters ; frank castle, billy russo, matt murdock

avengers

characters ; yelena belova, bucky barnes, sam wilson, scott lang, stephen strange, robbie reyes

spider-verse

characters ; miguel o’hara, hobie brown

miscellaneous

characters ; peter parker, druig, sersi, kingo

✰ — MAYANS MC

characters ; coco cruz, bishop losa, creeper vargas, nestor oceteva, luisa ‘adelita’ espina

✰ — NARCOS

characters ; javier peña, steve murphy, horacio carrillo

poly-pairings ; javier peña x steve murphy, javier peña x horacio carrillo

✰ — ONE CHICAGO

chicago fire

characters ; matt casey, kelly severide, leslie shay, sylvie brett, stella kidd, brian ‘otis’ zvonecek, joe cruz christoper herrmann, violet mikami, evan hawkins, greg grainger

poly-pairings ; kelly severide x stella kidd, matt casey x kelly severide, matt casey x sylvie brett, stella kidd x sylvie brett, brian zvonecek x joe cruz

chicago pd

characters ; adam ruzek, kim burgess, kevin atwater, antonio dawson, hailey upton, erin lindsay

poly-pairings ; adam ruzek x kim burgess, kim burgess x hailey upton

chicago med

characters ; will halstead, connor rhodes sarah reese, ava bekker, ethan choi

poly-pairings ; ava bekker x connor rhodes, sarah reese x connor rhodes

crossover

poly-pairings ; matt casey x antonio dawson, antonio dawson x sylvie brett, ava bekker x erin lindsay

✰ — PRODIGAL SON

characters ; malcolm bright, gil arroyo, dani powell

poly-pairings ; malcolm bright x dani powell

✰ — RESIDENT EVIL

characters ; jill valentine, clarie redfield, leon kennedy, carlos oliveira

poly-pairings ; leon kennedy x claire redfield, jill valentine x claire redfield, jill valentine x carlos oliveira

✰ — SONS OF ANARCHY

characters ; chibs telford, tig trager, jax teller, happy lowman

✰ — STAR WARS

jedi : fallen order

characters ; cal kestis, trilla sunduri, merrin

poly-pairings ; trilla sundari x cal kestis

bad batch // clone wars

characters ; anakin skywalker, obi wan kenobi, padme amidala, crosshair, wrecker, tech, echo, captain rex

andor // rogue one

characters ; cassian andor, jyn erso, bodhi rook, bix caleen

the mandalorian // book of boba fett

characters ; din djarin, boba fett, fennec shand, cobb vanth, luke skywalker, ahsoka tano

poly-pairings ; fennec shand x boba fett, din djarin x boba fett , cobb vanth x din djarin, luke skywalker x din djarin

✰ — STRANGER THINGS

characters ; robin buckley, steve harrington, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, alexei smirnoff, joyce byers, jim hopper, karen wheeler, eddie munson, dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov, chrissy cunningham, peter ballard, argyle

poly-pairings ; steve harrington x nancy wheeler, nancy wheeler x jonathan byers, nancy wheeler x robin buckley, steve harrington x eddie munson, eddie munson x chrissy cunningham, dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov x jim hopper

✰ — SWAT

characters ; dominique luca, chris alonso, hondo harrelson, deacon kay, victor tan, jim street, donovan rocker, erika rogers, nora fowler, jessica cortez, robert hicks

poly-pairings ; chris alonso x jim street, hondo harrelson x jessica cortez, jim street x victor tan

✰ — TOP GUN

characters ; natasha ‘phoenix’ trace, robert ‘bob’ floyd, reuben ‘payback’ fitch, mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia, jake ‘hangman’ seresin, bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, javy ‘coyote’ machado, beau ‘cyclone’ simpson, pete ‘maverick’ mitchell, tom ‘iceman’ kazansky, ron ‘slider’ kerner, nick ‘goose’ bradshaw, rick ‘hollywood’ neven, leonard ‘wolfman’ wolfe, charles ‘chipper’ piper

poly-pairings ; natasha trace x jake seresin, natasha trace x robert floyd, jake seresin x bradley bradshaw, pete mitchell x tom kazansky, tom kazansky x ron kerner, rick neven x leonard wolfe

✰ THE LAST OF US.

characters ; ellie williams, joel miller, tess servopoulos, tommy miller, abby anderson, dina

poly-pairings ; ellie williams x dina

✰ — UNCHARTED

characters ; nathan drake, sam drake, chloe frazer, nadine ross, elena fisher, rafe adler

poly-pairings ; sam drake x chloe frazer, nathan drake x elena fisher, sam drake x rafe adler, chloe fraze x nadine ross

✰ — 911

characters ; evan ‘buck’ buckley, eddie diaz, bobby nash, howard ‘chimney’ han, henrietta ‘hen’ wilson, ravi panikkar, lou ransone

poly-pairings ; evan buckley x eddie diaz

#🌿#twistnet :: character list

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hazelandglasz · 4 years

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Buns Buns Buns - Klaine AU

Inspired by this post

On AO3

At first, it felt like a good idea. After all, Blaine and Santana had met during their apprenticeships at Maison Kayser, and they had immediately felt a connection.

A connection based on good-hearted (most of the time) teasing, sure, but also on queer kinship and boundless support.

On the night after their graduation, the pair got completely hammered on Cranberry Vodka.

Blaine laid down on the couch while Santana sat on the floor by his head.

“I loved working--meep--working with you,” Blaine hiccuped, tipping the bottle toward her. “You com-complete me.”

“Same,” Santana bawled out. “You’re the only one I’ve been partnered with who didn’t try to sex me up and who understands what I need without me saying iiiiiiiit!”

Blaine tentatively patted her head before sitting up like a Jack-in-The-Box. “I got it!”

“Got what? Chlamydia? I told you that Roger wasn’t worth it.”

“Wha--No! Not Chlamydia. And nothing happened with Roger.”

“Not for lack of trying, Mini Twix.”

Blaine rolled his eyes at her. “Can you shush one second so I can tell you my amazing idea?”

Santana swigged the bottle to get another mouthful of vodka. “Go ahead.”

“We should open our own bakery.”

Santana almost choked on the vodka but she was a pro and swallowed without sputtering it everywhere. “Have you gone mad? Has the yeast turned your brain to mush? We cannot open a bakery!”

“Why not? We have an excellent resume, with our apprenticeship and Mr Kayser’s recommendation letter. We are young, sure, but motivated. The apprenticeship paid off our student loans, so we could potentially get a loan to rent a place.”

As he talked, Blaine got on his knees while Santana sat on the coffee table.

She scratched her hair and hummed.

Which, in Santanese, meant that she was at least considering it.

Which, in Blainese, meant that she was on board.

Which, a month later, lead to the opening of “Buns Buns Buns” in the heart of Brooklyn, serving brioches, empanadas, and mookies.

Which, really, felt like a good idea--except when Santana gets an idea.

Particularly when said-idea is to combine two of her favorite hobbies: make fun of Blaine and try to find him a date.

The thing is, Blaine doesn’t exactly mind the teasing. After all, he’s more than able to reply to any of them, and as previously stated, it’s one of the bases of their relationship. Anyone who knows Santana Lopez knows that teasing is her way of showing her love.

But the constant nagging about his singledom hits a little bit closer to home, is more painful too.

Blaine hasn’t chosen to be single, okay. He believes in love and romance, he knows that somewhere, there is someone for him, waiting for him, someone who will love him for everything Blaine has to offer.

He is young, though, and he knows he has time to find the proverbial Mr. Right.

And the subject would be a lot easier to set aside if Santana wasn’t constantly singing under her breath whenever they pass each other songs about being alone forever.

Her 21st cover of “Lonely” makes him explode in the kitchen and slam the door to walk his anger away.

(She managed to find some helium to sing it in the highest pitch ever heard by a human ear.)

When he came back, Santana had the decency to be apologetic, telling him that he should take a week off work to chill, have fun, just … be, for a little while.

“And what Buns Buns Buns?”

“Oh, I can manage. It’s a slow week anyway, a lot of people are leaving the city anyway. I’ll just experiment a bit.”

“No x-rated experiment, Santana.”

“I still think we should have Muff Muffins for a Ladies Night type of promotion--”

“No. And no ‘dick-clairs’ either.”

“I didn’t think about it, but that is an excellent name.”

“No.”

“But--”

“Santana, please, no. Promise me.”

Santana rolls her eyes but agrees to promise not to do anything that could shock the kids from the school next door.

“I can do some redecorating, though. We should remove the December decorations anyway.”

“Hm, okay. Nothing extravagant, okay, we need to get ready for Easter.”

“Yessir.”

Blaine smiles at her. “All right. I do need a break.”

“And when you come back, I will take a couple of days off,” she adds, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

That was so sweet.

Blaine should have seen it coming.

Because now, he’s back, a notebook full of ideas and concepts of baked goods they could add to their menu, a spring in his step, and he nearly faints at the sight of his beloved window.

Which has been defaced, somehow, in his absence.

Well, defaced. That may be an over-exaggeration. The drawing is good, he can admit that, and it looks like a sticker so it won’t be permanent or anything.

But still.

Not exactly the aesthetic he envisioned for their shop.

He’s going to kill Santana whenever she comes back from her couple of days off--no, you know what, he’s going to go to her place tonight and kill her then.

Except, she may be spending her days off with Brittany, or Dany, or both, and does he really want to inflict this on his sight? On his brain?

Nah, it can wait. But she’s going to suffer, oh, she’s going to suffer.

Now, quick side-note about Blaine: when left alone, he has a tendency to … fill the silence.

Most of the time, by singing or humming to himself, but right this instant in time, he is talking to himself.

Counting the ways he will have his vengeance while baking and preparing new batches for the menu while considering when there will be a lull in the clients’ visits to experiment on his Easter cakes.

He’s so deep in his thoughts while putting the last batch of cookies in the lower oven, he doesn’t even hear the bell over the door ringing.

“Oh, um. Hello?”

Blaine straightens up quickly, dusting his hands over his apron and already all smiles as he turns to face the new client.

Oh boy.

“Hi?”

The man standing in the store’s entrance (with Santana’s ridiculous drawing creating a shadow over his tan jacket) is, truth be told, without a doubt the most beautiful man Blaine has ever seen.

“I work at the school around the corner, and I just started,” the man says, clutching the strap of his messenger bag, “and I, um, I kinda wanted something sweet to end this day.”

“Sure,” Blaine replies, walking to the window case. “Cakes are the answer for pretty much any trouble, in my opinion.”

Cute Client Looking for Consolation Cake smiles at Blaine, cocking his head to the side. “I like that. What do you recommend?”

Blaine happily goes over the different options, until CCLCC settles on a box of Cheesecake cookies.

“I hope this will improve your day,” he tells him after ringing his order.

“Oh, your shop has already greatly improved it,” CCLCC replies, his eyes darting to the sign. “And for what it’s worth, I personally think it doesn’t do you any justice.”

Blaine frowns. Glances at the sign. Glances back at CCLCC. Puts two and two together.

And turns a bright shade of red.

“Oh.”

CCLCC’s face matches the strawberry and basilic pies.

“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry.”

“No, no it’s--”

“No, it was crass, and we don’t even--”

“I promise, I mean, I get easily embarrassed--”

“--know each other, oh my God, everything looks delicious but I’ll never be able to come--”

“--but I am flattered.”

That seems to put a cork on CCLCC’s embarrassment. “... Oh.”

They smile at each other like a pair of … well, like a pair of shy twenty-something years olds who have a crush and are embarrassed about being too obvious.

“Madre de Dios.”

Blaine nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden appearance of Santana’s voice in the shop.

“San’!” he exclaims, and even to his ears, it comes out far too loud. “What--what are you doing here?”

“I came to ask you what you thought of my artistry,” Santana says, expertly flicking her hair over her shoulders as she steps out of the shadows, “and here I am, in the most awkward episode of Gay Bachelors in Bushwick.”

“Santana.”

“I don’t think I know you, though. Santana Lopez, co-owner of this magical place. And you are?”

“Kurt Hummel,” CCLCC replies and Blaine feels better about having a proper name to call his customer. “Choir teacher at the block’s school.”

“How nice.”

“It is a school focusing on the arts, after all, and--”

“I said nice, not interesting. What do you think of our new décor?”

Kurt blushes again. “Well, like I told, um, the gentleman--”

“Blaine. It’s only fair you know his name, since you’ll be screaming--”

“Santana, no.”

“Spoilsport. Anyway, neighbor, you were saying?”

“Like I told Blaine, I think it is a bit unfair to him.”

“Oh?”

Kurt’s flush intensifies. “Oh.”

“You won’t say more than that?” Santana approaches the window. “I thought I captured the bubbliness of his hmph!”

Blaine grabs a discarded brioche from the basket and sliding under the counter, pushes it in Santana’s mouth. “If you shut up I won’t kill you for putting that monstrosity on our window,” he whispers angrily, before turning to Kurt, pushing Santana behind him. “I’m sorry about that, Kurt. I hope we will see you again. Have a nice day!”

Kurt looks at them, his mouth stretched into a disbelieving smile before nodding. “Thank you. You too … Blaine.”

The moment the door is closed, Blaine sighs in relief. Santana is happily nibbling on the brioche. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Blaine looks up at the ceiling, waiting for some deity to come to his help. “What on Earth for?”

“I know you, Anderson,” Santana points the remaining of the brioche in his face, “you’d have waited months and months before even attempting a proper conversation with Sweet Lips over there. Now, at least, you know he likes what you have to offer.”

Blaine drops his head to his chest. “I think I would have preferred to come back to sexual cakes.”

“Easily corrected.”

“Santana, no.”

“You’re not really angry, though.”

“Angry, grumph. Embarrassed and on the verge of ashamed? For sure.”

“Aw.” Santana wraps her arms around Blaine, her chest to his back. “I didn’t want you to be ashamed.”

“Embarrassed, though?”

“Oh, for sure.”

Blaine lets her hug him for a couple more minutes before stepping away, arms crossed over his chest. “This,” he says, pointing at his cartoony double, “has to go.”

“Oh, another couple of days!”

“Begone.”

“Pleaaaase?”

“No. You take it off.”

“But I’m on holiday!”

“Santana. Take. It. Off.”

Santana sighs. “You should be careful, Blainey,” she tells him as she walks out of the shop, “some people could misinterpret your words.”

“I really doubt that. Remove that obscenity from our window!”

“When I come baaa-aaack. Byyyeee!”

“Santan--oh, fuck it.”

Kurt expected a lot of things from his new job.

For it to be challenging, for the neighborhood to be surprising, for New York to be everything he hoped for and more.

So far, his expectations have been met: the students are challenging to say the least, the neighborhood of Bushwick is nothing he expected, and New York is a dream and a nightmare all rolled into one.

But of all the things he has to get used to, Blaine the Baker hasn’t left his mind for the past couple of days.

Sure, the window sticker made him laugh, at first, but when he saw Blaine’s butt as the baker was busy with the oven, his heart stopped before starting back at twice the speed.

And then he saw his face, and his heart made a valiant attempt to jump out of his chest to land on Blaine.

The fact that the cheesecake cookies were absolutely to die for doesn’t help in chasing the baker from his daydreams.

“Mr. Hummel.”

Why, yes, they could hyphenate their names, or Blaine could be Mr. Hummel.

“Mr. Hummel? Sir?”

Oh, Blaine would feed him pieces of brioche in bed before kissing him tenderly, that would be so romantic and delicious …

“Mr. Hummel!”

“Hm? Yes? Wha?”

His students snicker, and it’s 100% deserved. “What song do you want us to perform for the Open House Day?”

Oh the Open House Day. Perfect! The whole neighborhood is invited.

So, Blaine will come.

So, Kurt can be at his best and win him over.

“Open House. Right! I know just the song.”

Santana and Blaine arrive at the school carrying baskets of goodies, and Santana can’t help but tease her friend all the way from the bakery.

“Remember, Blaine, this is a school. No hanky panky with your hot teacher.”

“Santana, may I remind you that I’m not you.”

“Shame. Your life would be funnier.”

Blaine laughs at that. “That much is true.”

The headmistress welcomes them in, smiling at the mini chocolate buns. “All the parents are talking about your shop,” she tells them as she guides them to the seats. “I must confess, I am a big fan of your concoctions too,” she adds, smiling like a naughty schoolgirl.

When she walks away to welcome more visitors, Blaine and Santana smother their laughter.

“I feel like a rockstar,” Blaine whispers to Santana when they spot people pointing at them and murmuring.

“That’s because we are,” Santana replies, flipping her hair around her.

Everybody sits in the gymnasium and the headmistress taps on the microphone.

“And now, before we guide you in groups through the complex, please welcome our choir, guided by our very own Kurt Hummel.”

Blaine doesn’t even try to contain his smile at the sight of Kurt. He looks particularly handsome, dressed in black as he bows to the applause coming from the room.

The choir launches into a medley of Beatles and Rolling Stones songs, immediately winning over the crowd of parents and teachers.

The kids may be very good, but Blaine only has eyes for Kurt, who is playing the piano to accompany the songs, and often singing along with them. Kurt is passionate, he smiles at all his young students, even the ones awfully off-key.

He’s mesmerizing.

Blaine had a medium-sized crush on Kurt, but to see him like this, it’s …

Blaine has no words.

It’s like all of his life, all of his decisions, everything lead to this moment in order to make sense.

“Oh, wow.”

“Earth to Blaine?”

Santana looks down at him, standing up from her seat like everyone else--when did that happened?--and she is smiling like the cat that got the cream. “Ah, now, you’re back with all of us. Care to walk around the school now, or do you need to be left alone a moment?”

“No,” Blaine replies grumpily, following her.

“Oh, Blaine, look who our guide is,” Santana singsongs.

Of fucking course.

“Oh, hi, Blaine,” Kurt welcomes him. “Did you enjoy the songs?”

“Immensely. The kids were great, thanks to you.”

Kurt’s cheeks turn pink and he has a pleased smile on his face. “Thank you.”

Blaine doesn’t pay attention to a lot of things during the tour, besides Kurt and his voice and his everything.

(Okay, he may be a gentleman, but Blaine is honest enough to admit that he lets his eyes drag down Kurt’s back and focus on his ass. It’s a nice ass. Given the way they met, it’s only fair.

Shut up.)

Santana stays with a group of parents who are apparently asking about “Buns Buns Buns” capacity to prepare a birthday spread, which leaves Blaine to stand close to Kurt.

“Aren’t you going to help her?”

“Oh, no. She is very good at selling our stuff.”

Kurt shakes his head. “Your friendship is an odd one.”

Blaine smiles. “She’s a good cookie.”

“If you say so.”

“Oh, you’d know so too, if you could get to know her.”

“I’d rather get to know you.”

That sentence was said softly, barely above a whisper, just for the two of them.

Blaine looks back at Kurt and smiles. “I’d really, really love that.”

“Good.”

“You know where to find me.”

“That I do. I have tomorrow afternoon free …?”

“That’s a date.”

Kurt beams at him. “That’s a date.”

As he walks back to Santana, Blaine almost feels like he’s walking on a cloud or on a meringue.

Almost.

Because Santana is never going to let go of the fact that she managed to bring them together.

(She never lets go of it. Blaine and Kurt’s grandchildren hear the story of how her artistic talent brought them together. Kurt doesn’t tell them, but really, it was their grandfather’s buns who won him over.)

#sometimes i write #kline au #baker!blaine #baker!santana #teacher!kurt #fluff #slightly cracky i'm afraid #food porn too

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arklay · 1 year

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tagged by @phillipsgraves @risingsh0t @aartyom @leviiackrman @morvaris @reaperkiller & @calenhads to make some of my oc pairings in this picrew – thank you all so much, ily guys! ♡

🐍 diana afanasyeva x 🕶️ albert wesker 🚁 dani haines x 🕊️ claire redfield 👑 reina x 💸 dex jackson

tagging: anyone who hasn’t done this yet, because i’m really late to this and i think almost everyone has been tagged already! ♡

#tag games.#pair: ewskers #oc: diana #pair: dani x claire #oc: dani #pair: reina x dex #oc: reina #rebirth wesker because yes :] also cause there were like no black clothing options... and i wasn't a fan of the round sunnies but we all #know stars wesker is so special to me sooo also with his red eyes and covered in blood? chef's kiss!! couldn't make carlos as always rip i #though i'd be able to but then the beards were weird and also if there was a skin tone between reina's and dex's then it would've been good #but oh well. claire looks perfects so i'm super happy there!!! and also that i could make dex for once!! i never get to make him either so #that's fun!! thank you guys for still tagging me in things even though i have been slow to get to them i just haven't felt the best for the #past few months and it's been overwhelming for me but i still go :D when i get tagged in things so i just appreciate it a lot!! is nice to #feel included ☺️ if anyone hasn't done this yet pleaaase feel free to say i tagged you cause i'd love to see all your lil guys also!!

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proper-goodnight · 1 year

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Encounter (Into The Gray Chpt. 4)

Fandom: The Gray Man (2022)

Pairings: Sierra Six x Reader, Courtland Gentry x Reader, Sierra Six x You, Courtland Gentry x You

Type: Multi-Chap

A/N: I had a lot of lovely comments on this so far with people telling me how much they were loving the story, and I did not have the inspiration for the longest time to continue it. I had multiple chapters typed out, and I went back and forth between every chapter multiple times. I wanted to continue it, and I want to finish it, but the only thing that got me rolling again was to tweak the plot and shove it into a new direction. I had done it before with adding a few new things here and there, but there were several chapters that I completely redid, and others that I took concepts from other chapters, and added them into new or old ones. I split up chapters, rewrote chapters, etc. etc. etc. If you happened to read this before 5/19/2023, I encourage you to reread chapters 1-3, as there are probably new things or concepts that you may not recall. I appreciate every single comment that I have received and I hope that you guys who had read it before continue to enjoy it! (: I also did not include tags in these next few chapters to avoid accidentally spamming.

Encounter Chpt. 4

The Gray Man’s moniker stemmed from his ability to keep a low profile. The entire program was built with that conception in mind. Donald Fitzroy may have been the first, and he had slipped past your notice until his untimely death in pursuit of a drive filled with Carmichael’s baggage, but you had been right when you told Dani about cornering Sierra Six; Fitzroy and Lloyd had just been the one’s unfortunate enough to end up in Six’s corner, whether willingly or not. That was your own personal baggage that you pushed aside for later, your feelings about the two not consistent with each other at any given time.

Carmichael basked in the victory, and the skeletons in the CIA’s closet were far outside your area of concern, but you did find it rather humorous that all it had taken was a long list of resources that Sierra Six had single-handedly upended at every turn. Single-handed if not for Dani Miranda’s involvement, but that was another secret put into the ground along with a busted drive and the truth about Lloyd Hansen’s death.

You had never met Sierra Six personally, but when he’d been brought into the CIA’s custody–bloody and beaten, but still able to address the corporate assholes with witty remarks and sarcasm–you thought that you got a better understanding of his quirks and his mannerisms. He didn’t pretend to be anything, or anyone when it best suited him–a measure of himself that was as infuriating to everyone else as it was intriguing for you.

You could see why Fitzroy would employ him. Where you lied and manipulated to survive, he endured on skill alone. So when you’d learned that he’d broken free of his restraints and executed a number of their best operatives on his way out after the shitstorm with Carmichael’s drive, you weren’t surprised.

“You’re punishing yourself,” you’d said to Dani shortly before you’d left to pursue his contract alone, resorting to stark statements if you weren’t allowed to ask questions. She couldn’t handle your ‘answering a question with a question thing’ but you thought that she asked a lot more questions than you did, even when she wasn’t trying to pry.

“The Sierra agent,” she’d said by way of explanation,

“ Sierra Six,” you’d confirmed.

“He escaped the hospital,” she’d huffed, breathless, a fierce punch landing a definitive and resounding tap against the punching bag, echoing out across the abandoned silence of the gym and nudging you back on your feet where you held it steady for her. “ He’s on the run. Probably going to find Claire.”

“ This upsets you ?”

“But not you?” Another tap, then another. Part of you was glad that you hadn’t decided to practice one-on-one this time around if an escapee was enough to get her fired up.

“Should it?”

Dani slowed down, then stopped altogether. You’d let go of the bag, the resistance of holding it still the last few hours made your palms feel raw, a tingling sensation traveling from your palms to your fingertips. She turned around to grab a bottle of water, wrapping a towel around her shoulders.

“ You can never give a straight answer, can you?” Her words were lost on a long swig of water, shoulders rising and falling with the continued adrenaline rush, slowly filtering down until she only looked exhausted. “I was using Claire as leverage to keep him safe from Carmichael. Now he’s going to shoot up the countryside until he finds her.” She shook her head. “ That might seem okay to you, but it’s not.”

“It’s not okay,” you’d corrected. “To him, it’s probably necessary.”

Dani’s low-browed stare only further cemented the confusion behind your support or disapproval of the asset. You hadn’t needed to explain. Carmichael had grabbed the two of you for busywork immediately after that, and as soon as you’d had the chance, you’d slipped out.

There were many things that Six could run from, but time wasn’t one of them. It’d taken you a few weeks, but you’d found him. You’d thought that he would have a more sporadic schedule, or be constantly on the move, switching hideouts and being like other typical textbook deserters that you had pursued before. He proved to be the rare exception.

Having settle in a small neighborhood in the outskirts of Tallahassee, Florida with deceased senior CIA official, Donald Fitzroy’s daughter: Claire Fitzroy– Claire –you’d spent some time before advancing on the target to map out his schedule, only to come to one conclusion:

His schedule was very mundane, and you would even consider it domestic.

All of his time was spent keeping up with Claire, and that included things that you believed had been beyond the program’s realm of teaching. Aside from cooking, he did relatively well for himself, having adopted a new identity with a steady supply of odd jobs to keep him stable financially. Six, who was renowned for being characteristically stoic, stone-faced, and having a preference for dry-humor, looked the complete opposite now; an approximation of happiness that only someone like him could get. It was a perfect picture from an outside perspective, but that would never get rid of what he was. A weapon. You could use a spear as a walking stick all you wanted, but that would never change its nature.

You’d never been much of a poet, but you suspected Six traversed along that fragile line somewhere. He’d fallen victim to the easiest mistake someone like him could make: caring . The agency had said that Claire was the leash to bring the wolf to heel, but you weren’t morally unethical enough to consider kidnapping a kid, let alone using one for your own personal agenda. You remembered what you’d told Dani: His actions following his escape had been necessary. If you were in his position, were you more foolish, you strongly entertained the idea that you would have done the same.

For now, you considered a different approach, combatting natural instincts that begged you to satiate your natural curiosity, positioned at the peak of a hill with binoculars and taking note of his day-to-day. The safe way. Also the boring way. Regardless, you didn’t send in any of your notes. A location was enough to bring in a whole team–albeit as many as the agency had wouldn’t be sufficient, considering they were still recovering after his initial escape.

Until you could find an adequate approach to the Sierra agent, you were left reverting back to the stone-age of personal recon. Observation cameras, GPS trackers, public information, drones, social media–all would be naturally ineffective against someone as familiar with watching his back as you were.

You’d counted day fifteen when Carmichael finally caught on to your absence–the timing couldn’t have been better. You’d settled down on your stomach on the hill, binoculars having become a permanent fixture to your eyes, and draped in a poncho because of an inconvenient storm–knowing Florida weather, you knew it would be clear in a few minutes anyhow. A resounding buzz emanated from your pocket. Wiping your hands dry on your poncho, you grabbed your phone, knowing the caller without having to look.

“I’m working.” You said, flat.

“I’ve got another job for you,” came Carmichael’s calm baritone over the phone. If you didn’t know him and his less than endearing quirks, you could almost see him in an 1800 Regency Period romance drama. He had the voice and the looks for it if he didn’t talk so much. “How do you like the beach?”

“I don’t,” you answered absentmindedly, binoculars still held in one hand, hovering just over your eyes. “What’s the job?”

There was a moment of pause, as if he genuinely considered your likes and dislikes, or that you had told him that you disliked something in the first place before settling with pointing out the obvious. “I don’t remember you mentioning that you were pursuing another job. Aren’t those supposed to be approved through me?”

You looked through the windows where Sierra Six had disappeared into the bedroom, panning over to the adjacent window to watch him rifle through some drawers, yanking his shirt over his head in favor of another one. You noted his well-muscled frame, his shirt catching on the bulging muscle riddled with deep scars–his own private collection of imperfection. “I’m making progress.”

“I expect a full mission briefing, but I’m going to need to pull you out. We’ve located our target, Sierra Six.”

“Have you?” You managed to keep your voice level, but the amusement rumbled just underneath the surface. “I’m surprised. I thought it’d take you a little longer.”

“He is our highest priority until he’s brought in.” Carmichael went on. If he had any tips on your sudden change in demeanor, he didn’t mention it, but you knew that he was marking your exchange in a private file for later. “He’s been filtering between the border of Florida and Georgia, but there’s a middle point that we believe may be a safe bet to where he’s hiding. I’ll send you the location. Meet me there ASAP.”

“Understood,” you said and ended the call.

With no other choice, you rose to your feet. There would be enough suspicion against you already if you didn’t meet Carmichael, but approaching the target was your first priority. With less urgency than you likely should, you traversed down the slope, your feet slipping in the mud during your descent. Compared to your training the first few months, it was basic child’s play, a trail winding downward guiding you the safest route for the most part.

You picked the lock with relative ease, slipping through the front door with a silent grace that you’d been taught in your youth. Efficient study of the house and mapping out its interiors led you to be able to traverse through the dark with little difficulty, noting the minimal furniture, and the lack of pictures on the walls. Even after the last few months since his escape, Six wasn’t getting comfortable. He was ready to run at any time.

You’d turned as a light to your left flicked on. Six’s stark outline stood in the entryway to the hall, and the light that illuminated his face almost made him look soft if his neutral expression didn’t appear so deadly, lethal . His eyes were focused and searching but not showing any sign of the suspicion and sudden security that you were sure he felt. He’d glanced around, but there was no one.

Just you.

And him, with a gun aimed at your head.

#sierra six #the gray man fanfiction #courtland gentry #fanfiction #the gray man (2022)#the gray man #courtland gentry x reader #sierra six x you #sierra six x y/n #sierra six x reader

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femslashrevolution · 4 years

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Popular Pairing List Update

The following pairings now have 20 or more posts in their pairing tag, and are therefore too popular to be posted on Rarepair Thursdays.

For the full popular pairing list, please see our tag page.

Amaya Jiwe x Zari Tomaz (Legends of Tomorrow)

Angela x Sera (Marvel Comics)

Anne Shirley x Diana Barry (Anne of Green Gables; Anne With An E)

Arthie Premkumar x Yolanda Rivas (GLOW)

Aubrey Little x Dani (The Adventure Zone)

Aurora Alarcón Marco x Celia Silva Torrealba (Seis Hermanas)

Bridget Westfall x Franky Doyle (Wentworth)

Brienne of Tarth x Catelyn Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Claire Littleton x Kate Austen (Lost)

Clary Fray x Maia Roberts (The Mortal Instruments)

Dani Ramos x Grace (Terminator: Dark Fate)

Delphine Lasalle x Lorraine Broughton (Atomic Blonde)

Emily Dickinson x Sue Gilbert (Dickinson; Wild Nights With Emily)

Eva Kviig Mohn x Vilde Hellerud Lien (Skam)

Héloïse x Marianne (Portrait of a Lady on Fire)

Hope Mikaelson x Lizzie Saltzman (Legacies)

Idgie Threadgoode x Ruth Jamison (Fried Green Tomatoes)

Jaina Proudmoore x Sylvanas Windrunner (World of Warcraft)

Kitty Pryde x Rachel Grey (Marvel Comics)

Virginia Woolf x Vita Sackville West (RPF History; Vita and Virginia)

#Rarepair Thursdays #popular pairing list #femslash #wlw #femslashrevolution #mod post

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 6 years

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Girl Power Challenge Reminder

No panic. Still a month left y’all. If you need more time or to drop out let me know. If you wanna join you can. Check what prompts are left here: http://thing-you-do-with-that-thing.tumblr.com/post/169318368782/karis-girl-power-challenge

The challenge is due March 5th!

Song Prompts

1 Rachel Platten - Fight Song @internationalfandomgirl (Donna)

2 Colbie Caillat - Try @one-shots-supernatural (Jody - Alex)

3 Beyonce - If I were a Boy @blacktithe7 (Danneel - Jenneel)

5 Katy Perry - Roar @iwantthedean (Ruby)

12 Chaka Khan - I’m every woman @becs-bunker (Pairing undecided)

15 Lady Gaga - Born This Way @winchesterprincessbride (Deonna)

17 Sara Bareilles - Brave @tngrayson (Jody x sister!reader)

19 Imagine Dragons - Radioactive @didsomeonesaycastiel (Saileen)

20 Florence + The Machines - Shake it Out - @sorchawrites (Megstiel)

Word/Activity Prompts

21 Coming out @docharleythegeekqueen (Donna x Reader)

22 Fist fight @manawhaat (pairing undecided)

23 Standing up for others @katymacsupernatural (Gen x Reader x Dani)

25 Single mom @winchestersmolder (Ruby x Reader)

26 Raising teenagers @teamfreewill-imagine (Jenneel x daughter!reader)

27 Proposing @atc74 (Deonna)

28 Everyday life @evansrogerskitten (Jenneel)

29 Giving Birth @sillesworldofwriting (Jarevieve x Reader)

32 Putting him in his place @olympianbeagles (Claire)

33 Starting a company @saxxxology (gen x reader)

35 Graduating @emoryhemsworth (Pairing undecided)

36 Dressing up (in a sexy or non sexy way) @rowdyhooliganism (Rowena)

37 Getting through loss @roxyspearing (Jody x Reader)

38 Girls night out @ruined-by-destiel (wayward daughters x reader friendship)

39 Sexy Photoshoot @mysupernaturalfics (Danneel x Reader)

40 Adoption a child @jayankles (Danneel x Reader)

#girl power challenge reminder #challenge reminder

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carolrance · 7 years

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I saw this thing. I’m answering this thing... even though nobody asked.

So, I saw someone answering this and thought it was sorta cool but I don’t think people will respond anymore so I’m just doing it myself. Self love, ya know.

Talk about the first ship you ever had. Uhhh… I can’t remember which came first Mulder & Scully or Usagi/Mamoru. (The latter being really icky to me now that I’m older, lol.) I think it was Mulder/Scully… I was in primary school for both of these so it’s confusing cos that was a really long time ago.

Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life. Mulder/Scully (The X Files). I honestly don’t really feel like “talking” about them cos I don’t think it’s very interesting. Also, I have no idea where to begin. Naomi/Emily (Skins) – I fucking can’t stand them now, to be completely honest. I actually sorta hate Emily. By they (and Skins in general) did have a rather huge impact on my life. Now, I feel like I should put Dany/Doreah but really I think more importantly in terms of my life, it would be Marissa/Alex from The O.C. Does that sound stupid? Maybe. But that pairing (as shitty as they treated Alex and the whole relationship by the end) had a fairly huge influence on me. I think it was my first femslash ship that I was totally open about. (I totally shipped Jo/Rachel (and Jo/Rachel/Paul) from S Club 7 (DON’T EVEN!) but back then I didn’t even think it was serious…even though I had a whole website about it, lmao.)

What’s your current OTP? Oh my… Dany/Doreah forever & Marg/Sansa (ASOIAF/GoT). Michelle/Naomi (Skins). Carol/Helen (Episodes). Amanda Rollins/Olivia Benson (SVU). (With a bit of Rollins/Lindsay on the side. SVU/Chicago PD). Niska/Astrid (Humans). … So… Like… A lot? A lot of old OTPs are still OTPs now? Bo/Lauren (Lost Girl). Meg/Veronica (Veronica Mars). Katniss/Johanna (THG). Lou/Tess (Lip Service). Quinn/Rachel (Unreal). Jessica Jones/Trish Walker (Jessica Jones). Virginia Johnson/Lillian DePaul (Masters of Sex)………I think even my few het ships I’m still not totally over (Chase/Cameron, Mulder/Scully, Martin/Sam, etc) but I mean, I don’t really care either.

What’s your current NOTP? Any of the above characters paired with men. Simple. I have a lot of nOTPs tbh. Most canon ships are NOTPs lmao. Although… I guess Patsy/Delia is a current NOTP of mine. Don’t shoot! I just don’t care for them. They are boring to me.

Do you have any poly ships? I was sorta into Marissa/Alex/Ryan (The O.C.). I started a fic about them. And the aforementioned Jo/Paul/Rachel.

How do you feel about love triangles? Lazy. The thing is, they’re a real thing. I’ve been a bunch and they’re just uncomfortable. No matter what, somebody gets hurt. I just feel like in TV/films they’re SO LAZY. An easy way to create drama for drama’s sake. And one faction of fandom is always upset. And usually they’re really shoddily designed so it’s like one girl, 2 boring ass boys fighting for her WHO WILL SHE CHOOSE?! BLAH……. Boring. “The triangle’s not a friendly shape, okay? It’s pointy. It’s got edges. Triangles hurt people, man.”

How do you feel about RPF? Nope. I’m a bit of a hypocrite cos I spent a great deal of time in my childhood sorta straddling the very thin line here with the whole S Club 7 thing. And, I’ll admit, I did enjoy this April Pearson/Lily Loveless fic once.

Have you ever shipped yourself with a character? No. Usually my favs feel a little too relatable which is why I’m attached to them, not cos I wanna bone them. Also, way too much drama. I mean, fictional characters are almost always exaggerated people.

Do you have many ships that never got together at all? All? LMAO. Okay, let’s see… Sam/Martin did, briefly (Fuck Without A Trace tbh. What a horrid little show.) Chase/Cameron were together and that ended badly as well. Carol/Helen, also ended horribly (so far). Mulder/Scully… that’s difficult. They’re difficult. Marissa/Alex, ended horribly. Naomi/Emily, technically… hmmm. Well, as of S4 they were back together but I didn’t buy it and I pretty much loathed Emily by that point so fuck em. That ended badly too. It ended horribly if you count S7–which I don’t cos I never watched it. If I didn’t see it, it didn’t happen. Bo/Lauren. Okay, this may be the only bright light in all my ships, lmao. They were together and then not, then together, then not, then END GAME. So, I guess the ones that never got together??? Basically just look above at my OTPs and see all the ones I didn’t mention here ending horribly lol.

Do you ship any characters that have never met? ONLY THE BEST ONE: MICHELLE/NAOMI.

Talk about your favorite first kiss. Like in canon onscreen? Or in my head? Big diff. Chase & Cameron maybe. I loved that episode. Mulder & Scully’s first (onscreen) kiss was a bit weird. I don’t remember Sam/Martin tbh. Hmm… Marissa/Alex was hella stilted and awkward prolly cos it was on FOX and like Mischa Barton is a terrible actress. Bo/Lauren’s first kiss was pretty good. Yeah, I really liked that one. Mostly cos it didn’t fade to black immediately (ahem, Carol/Helen) and it wasn’t set to ‘I Kissed A Girl’ (Naomi/Emily)… Okay, in fairness that was only the American version. The one I saw had Lily Allen playing instead… But still. I loved that episode but it wasn’t the best first kiss I’ve ever seen.

Have you ever been disappointed when your ship finally got together? Yes, when they get together only to end even shittier. Which is basically all of them except Bo/Lauren.

Has a ship ever broken your heart? All of them. Canon and otherwise. My heart breaks on a regular basis.

How do you feel about will they/won’t they? Ugh. Useless. Generally, it’s queerbaiting when it’s my femslash OTPs. When it’s het, I’m just like, “As if these two lonely, outrageously attractive co-workers wouldn’t have banged already. Like, give me a break and just do it already. Who believes this shit?”

Have you ever “shipped at first sight”? Lemme think… Probably? I can’t actually recall any specifics however. Not Mulder/Scully, I know that. The first time I saw them, it was New Year’s Eve and I spent the entire show huddled on the sofa in my friend’s basement with her and her cousins, shaking and screaming, lmao. The X-Files really isn’t great TV for easily scared children with big imaginations, lbr.

Talk about a ship you initially disliked. One that I like now that I disliked previously? Erm. None. I don’t flipflop on ships, lbr. It goes like this: I am oblivious/indifferent to ship, depending. I see ship. I ship ship. I love ship. And it’s only then that this can diverge. Either I stay in love forever, or I end up positively hating the show/pairing and I stop shipping it, or it just kinda dies out over time. Normally it’s the first or second, rarely the third.

Talk about a pairing you’ve stopped shipping romantically. And now just ship them only as friends? Or stopped shipping them and dislike them now and don’t want to have anything to do with them? The latter is clearly Sam/Martin. I just hated how the characters were written and the show was fucking awful after S3. The former… Ah, the former. I think this really has to be Naomi/Emily. I am 1457% Naomi/Michelle, no alternatives accepted. Naomily is toxic imo. Like so incredibly nope. I am -100000% Naomily. I stopped shipping them mid-S4, probably during Katie’s episode. I was just like, “Nope, this is pretty gross and not healthy and what the fuck?!” I gave up completely at the finale when it was so fucking stupid. I think by then I’d already had my Michelle/Naomi dream… Anyway. Like, I literally cannot handle Naomi/Emily anymore. At most, I can deal with them as friends. But even then, sometimes I wonder if writing them that way in my fics is pandering in some sense. It’s not intentional pandering to Naomily stans… but, now I look back and wonder? They’re just so awful together romantically. I shudder.

Talk about a moment which made you question an entire ship. Hmmm…. Carol/Helen in Griffith Park in 4x09 when she makes Carol give back her bra. That whole episode was really nasty and really awful and not funny at all. I really dislike the writing there. It was just… Helen was just disgusting really and it made me really uncomfortable about shipping it. I have other examples but it only asked for one.

Have you ever shipped something despite yourself? She-Ra and He-Man. I had no idea they were brother and sister when I was little but I thought they were cute together. Oops. It wasn’t until a few years back when I mentioned them at a party and everyone was like, “Errr, you do know they were twins, yeah?” NO. I DID NOT.

Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping. Carol/Helen. I feel like the few people that shipped it with me on tumblr here were really turned off by their breakup. And also, it’s been on hiatus forever. Also, I suppose Claire Dearing/Zara Young from Jurassic World, lmao.

Is there a ship you just don’t get, but have nothing against? Most het ones? Like, just… why would you be with that puffy wonderbread boy when you could be with this other hot lady and have 10003x times more chemistry and interestingness? (Like I mean, I’m totally talking about Erin Lindsay and that gay dude she’s fucking, when it would be so much better if she was with Rollins, lmao. You go watch the crossovers episodes and tell me I’m imagining that.) Other het ships, I have definite things against the men.

Which of your ships have the best chemistry? OH GOD. Now, ermmmm…. this depends almost exclusively on my own headcanon/bias so obvs others aren’t likely to agree. Cos, well, Michelle/Naomi have hella chemistry LMAO. Like just look at this photo. Clearly. Okay, seriously… Bo/Lauren. Like hands down, undoubtedly.

Which of your ships deserve better writing? Every single one of them. Especially Dany/Doreah lmao.

Do you mostly ship canon pairings? Clearly not.

Have you ever shipped a pairing before you even started watching the show/movie simply because of gifs and graphics or similar? Skins. Lost Girl. Actually, hmm. I saw gifs of LG but I guess it wasn’t until I saw Zoie Palmer at a film premiere I went to that I was like, “WHO IS THAT?!” And then I realised I had to start watching that programme.

Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic you’re more drawn to? Blonde/Brunette. Like, it’s really obvious. But not 100%. Otherwise, I don’t really see any substantial patterns.

Is there a ship you’ve shipped for most of your life? Mulder/Scully.

Does shipping come easily to you? Neither here nor there. If it clicks, it clicks.

Do you need to ship something to really enjoy a movie/book/tv show/comic? Most of the time. But then sometimes shipping gets in the way of my enjoyment cos it becomes all about the pairing.

Name a couple of fandoms in which you have no ships. Fortitude? Honestly… I don’t even know. I watch a bunch of TV I have no particular interest in shipping anybody. Oh! Here’s one NASHVILLE. I honestly do not care who’s with whom. It’s irrelevant.

Talk about one of your favorite headcanons for a ship you love. Dany/Doreah – Doreah is alive. That’s it. That’s the headcanon. (And bonus, Dany takes Doreah to Lys and burns down the pleasure house Doreah was sold to as a child.) I have to add that most of my fav headcanons revolve around one half of my OTP still being alive. Which is both sad and really telling. (Like… Doreah, Margaery, Naomi, Meg, Marissa, Lillian… Ouch.)

Share five must-read fics. I’m trying really hard not to rec my own shit cos I just love my headcanons too much. Okay, here: They Will Crown You, They Will Take Your Legs by (Netgirl_y2k); tie your handlebars to the stars (and throw away the map) by (majesdane); my heart is gold and my hands are cold by (quinnking); If you’re gonna shoot me down, do it gently by (aphrodite_mine); I Can’t Get Out Of Love (a love i had a grip on; now it’s gripping me) by (doreah) hahahahahahahahaaaa i will do whatever i want when i want to force this pairing on everyone

Name your favorite fanartist(s). IDK??????????

Share your favorite fanmix for your OTP. Dany/Doreah: actually… oops. my fav fanmix for them is on my ipod and nowhere else lmao. it’s really good hahahah. anyway… um. so i’ll choose one that’s not mine: i’ll send a storm (most of mine are either doreah-specific or based on my fic which is a lot of headcanon and this one has excellent musical choices. that first track is killer.) Meg/Veronica: song of solomon (your poetry in motion) Chase/Cameron: i’m all second chances Michelle/Naomi: can’t get out of love Bo/Lauren: it’s killing me, it’s killing you, a page from the book of my fantasy

Recommend 1-5 shipper blogs. Pass. I don’t even know any…

Do you create fanmixes/gif sets/fanart/fic/fanvids and so on for you ships? Used to. Obvs.

Do you have a favorite trope and/or AU for your OTP? Half of it not being dead.

Do you like and use ship names? I generally stay away from them unless I to find stuff/want people to find my stuff on tumblr. I find them cloying.

Is there a fictional relationship you’d really want for yourself? Hell no. Real life is difficult enough.

If you could change one thing about your OTP, what would that be? They would all be alive. Sensing a pattern? Also, being canon would be nice.

#i did this and i don't know why #naomi x michelle #dany x doreah #marissa x alex #meg x veronica #bo x lauren #carol x helen #mulder x scully #michelle x Naomi

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