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Safe Harbor

f!reader x tess servopoulos

Requested here!

genre: fluff, post outbreak!

word count: 603

summary: you come home from a long day out in the QZ and Tess knows just what will help you relax.

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The Boston QZ was never quiet. Even in the dead of night, there was always some noise—distant shouts, the hum of generators, the murmur of those who never seemed to sleep. But tonight, as you trudged through the narrow streets back to the apartment you shared with Tess, the noise was little more than background static to your exhausted mind.

It had been a long day—longer than most. The smuggling run had gone sideways when a FEDRA patrol stumbled onto your path, forcing you and Tess to hide out for hours until the coast was clear. By the time you made it back, every muscle in your body ached, and your nerves were stretched thin.

As you reached the apartment door, Tess turned to you, her sharp eyes softening as they met yours. "You okay?" she asked, her voice low, laced with concern.

You managed a tired smile, nodding. "Just tired."

Tess nodded, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Inside, the small apartment was dimly lit by a single lamp on the table. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and the faintest hint of smoke from the fire you'd lit earlier that day.

Tess walked in first, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it over a chair. You followed suit, feeling the weight of the day slide off your shoulders as you did. The room was as much of a sanctuary as one could have in the QZ—a place where, for a few hours, you could forget about the world outside.

Tess turned to you, her gaze lingering on your face, taking in the dark circles under your eyes and the tension in your shoulders. "Come here," she said softly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You let her guide you to the bed, where she sat you down on the edge. Her hands were warm and steady as they found your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tight knots of muscle with just the right amount of pressure.

A sigh slipped past your lips as you let your head drop forward, the tension beginning to melt away under Tess's touch. "You did good today," she murmured, her voice a soothing rumble in your ear. "You're always so damn good at what you do."

You closed your eyes, letting the praise wash over you. Tess had a way of making you feel like you could handle anything, even on days when everything felt like it was falling apart. "Couldn't have done it without you," you mumbled, your voice muffled by exhaustion.

Tess chuckled softly, her breath warm against the back of your neck. "Maybe, but you still carried your weight. You always do."

Her hands moved lower, working at the knots in your back, and you couldn't help but groan as she found a particularly tight spot. "You don't give yourself enough credit," she continued, her tone tender but firm. "You're strong, capable… more than anyone I've ever met."

The words wrapped around you like a blanket, warm and comforting. Tess wasn't one for flowery speeches, but when she spoke like this, it felt like the most honest thing in the world. You leaned back into her, feeling the solid warmth of her chest against your back, and let yourself relax completely for the first time all day.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Tess whispered, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Don't ever forget it."

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you reached up to cover one of her hands with your own. "I won't," you promised, feeling the weight of her words settle deep in your heart.

The world outside might be falling apart, but here, in this small, quiet room, you had Tess. And that was more than enough.

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a/n: my first fic on here! i hope you all enjoyed

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reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

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a/n: STOP WHOLE 15 ACTUAL HUMAN BEINGS LIKED MY POST AND 1 EVEN REBLOGGED IT GDHSG THANK YOUU!?? umm alsoo I meant to post this yesterday but I debated on it cuz it's so small😭 I do have my requests open, I write for anyone as long as I have watched the show so just send in the requests and I’ll tell you if I write for them! (gonna have to do this before I have the time to write down every single character that I write for 😭)

pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x reader

Summary: you have to meet up with Five and Diego but Klaus won’t let you go without a kiss (or a few).

genre: fluff

Warnings: explicit language, idk its fluff man

Word Count: 553 (ik ik its small)

You and the Umbrellas just got your ass handed to you by the sparrows, so you were in some random park rethinking your life choices. Your head rested on Klaus’s shoulder while Five walked back and forth, lost in thought.

“I can’t believe Dad replaced us in this timeline,” Luther said, slumping on the bench.“is it that hard to believe it, Luther?” Five shot back with his usual sarcastic tone. “What are we going to do now?” you asked softly, tracing your finger along Klaus’s hand.

Allison let out a sigh, crossing her arms “Well we definitely can’t sit in the middle of this park, bleeding out”

“I don’t know, but we’d better gear up fast before they come for round two,” Diego began, but you interrupted before he could spiral into his usual rant. “Calm down, Batman. We need to find a place to stay first.”

“Let’s think of someplace off the radar,” Five suggested, stepping forward. “Yeah? What kind of weird place are we not going to draw attention to?” Diego challenged.

“Well,” Klaus suddenly sprang up, startling you. “Actually, I might know a place.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Five sighed and then turned to you as Klaus plopped back down. “You, Diego, and I are going to go gear up while Klaus takes the rest of them to this ‘place.’ Sound good?” The group agreed without much debate, exhaustion rendering them too tired to argue.

***

As Five and Diego went off to grab some food—courtesy of Diego’s relentless nagging—Allison headed out to find a phone to call Claire, with Viktor. That left you, Klaus, and Luther behind in the park.

You stood up from the bench. “Five will murder me if I don’t catch up with them. I’m off,” you groaned.

You leaned in and gave Klaus a quick kiss. Just as you were about to pull away, he gently tugged you back. “One more?” he asked, his face sporting a smug grin. You giggled and leaned in for another kiss, expecting to break away, but Klaus kept you close. “Again?” he said, still with that mischievous smile.

You rolled your eyes but found yourself unable to resist his charm. He began planting a series of quick, playful kisses on you. “I” kiss “have” kiss “to” kiss “go” kiss.

Finally, Klaus pulled back, and Luther made a dramatic gagging noise, turning away. “I think I’m going to puke,” he said, clearly unimpressed. “One more and I’ll leave you alone,” Klaus insisted, his eyes now large and pleading.

“Seriously, Klaus—” you started, but he cut you off “Just one more,” he begged, giving you his best puppy eyes.

You sighed, feeling a mix of exasperation and affection. “Fine, but make it quick. I don’t want to hear Five's nonsense anymore than I have to.” As you gave in, Klaus kissed you again, but this time it was longer and deeper, a more heartfelt connection that lingered far beyond the playful exchanges before.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, the intensity of the kiss leaving you slightly disoriented. Klaus looked at you with a satisfied grin, and Luther cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable.

“Alright, enough of this,” he protested, “any more and i will actually throw up on you both”

Klaus reluctantly lets you go, and you hurry off.

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☆Unexpected Thoughts-Klaus Hargreeves☆

Klaus x Gn!Reader You read Klaus' thoughts and discover something... Warnings: None Words: 497 A/N: Back on the Klaus grid as he's constantly in my head. Posts may be less often as I go back to college tomorrow :( As always, enjoy :)

Being a telepath wasn't for the faint-hearted. Hearing everyone's thoughts was a bit much at times, even when they were thinking nicely of you.

'Their shirt is nice' 'Why are they walking like that?' 'I wonder what to have for lunch.'

You let out a little chuckle at the last one, not realising you missed your destination. Five blinked in front of you, annoyance upon his face. 'Y/N, what are you doing? Get in here' He grasped your arm and jumped you to the academy.

Working at the commission together brought forward a bond. Five trusted you, that's why you were important for his new plan. See, he was the only one who knew about your power- your marigold. The commission abused your talents until Five helped you.

You had gotten fairly acquainted with his family; although they assumed you were Five's beloved partner at first. You regularly dined out with Allison, trained with Diego and- admired Klaus (It was no surprise you fell for the handsome man)

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned your attention back to Five, who was blabbering on about the new enemy after him. You spoke up 'Okay, so why do you need me?'

'So you can read their minds and tell me their plan.' his voice boomed in your mind. To avoid suspicion he responded aloud, 'You're good at combat, that's useful.'

You sent him a nod, affirming that you understood your true task. Five continued, explaining everyone's role. You leaned your head against the wall, closing your eyes. Klaus noticed your tired frame and whisper shouted at you, beckoning you to sit next to him.

You eagerly, casually sat beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder. You could feel Klaus' warm gaze lingering on you, his thoughts becoming louder as he turned back to Five.

'I wonder what makes you think I'm not in love with you.'

Your eyes widen as you lift your head to look at him. As if Klaus could feel your stare he turned and sent you a flirtatious wink; an action he often did, only this time it erupted a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. Channeling your power, you managed to get into Klaus' head. Your sweet voice echoed in his mind,

'I wonder when you'll realise I love you the same way'

Klaus' eyes widened in surprise, 'Heavens to Betsy! How did you do that!' he shouted.

'I'm a telepath you idiot.' you giggled.

'You never told us?'

'Only Five knew, I didn't want to make you guys uncomfortable knowing I could go into your minds.'

'No, that's awesome,' Klaus spoke, 'I like that.'

'Wanna get waffles?' his thoughts asked.

You chuckled once more, nodding your head. Klaus grabbed your hand and helped you up, 'We'll be right back!' he shouted down the hall, not caring what Five had to say. He threw his arm around your shoulders, wanting to be closer to you.

'So, my little mind-reader, are you paying?'

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“Man, what a prick,” Dean growled, shaking his head. You’d just finished recounting what your ex had done to you—the cheating, the lying, the betrayal, his rage and manipulation…

“Yeah, it was—not great,” you followed up with a dry laugh, spinning your beer bottle in your hands. The two of you were leaning on the Impala out in the hotel room parking lot. Sam was probably asleep inside already. “But it was a while ago, you know?” You shrugged.

“What happened to him?” Dean asked. You gave him a questioning look. “Well, guy like that, something bad should happen to him,” he said matter-of-factly, flashing you a boyish half-smile.

You let out a surprised laugh. “I have no idea,” you admitted.

“Well…” Dean picked at the label on his beer. “I could be something bad. I could happen to him… if you want,” he joked. “I mean it, guy treating you that way deserves to take a hit to the jaw.”

You looked at him like he was nuts. You could tell he was joking, but maybe not completely. “No,” you laughed. “It’s fine. Like I said, it was a long time ago.”

“Well, I’m just saying—murder is an option, you know…” he took a swig from his beer and you let out another laugh.

“Seems like a bit much,” you said, smiling. “For you? It’s really not. We’re hunters. We could track him no problem!”

“Dean,” you said. “Stop.”

“Alright, alright,” he laughed. “I just wanted you to know…”

Prompt: “Murder is an option, you know.”

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Aegon finally taking high valyrian classes on duolingo.

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House of the Dragon Incorrect Quotes

Aemond: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, y/n! *Neither of you die* You: … Aemond: … You: So do you wanna talk about somethi- Aemond: No thank you.

Aegon: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gonna unmake it to sleep in it anyways? Alicent: Why should I feed you if you're just gonna die anyways? Aegon: Aegon: I'll go make my bed-

You: Aegon won’t wake up, what do I do? Aemond: Did you try kicking him? You: Yes. Aemond: I’m out of ideas.

You: Your Honor, I hereby submit the following to the court: You: Aegon, what the actual FUCK?

Aemond: Y/n, I am nothing if not a man of principle. Aemond: Now let’s break into this apartment.

Daemon: I'm a reverse necromancer. You: Isn't that just killing people? Daemon: Ah, technicality.

Aegon: I was arrested for being too cool. Aemond: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

You: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Aemond: I wake up at 4:30 AM You: You: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Aegon: Change is inedible. Aemond: Don't you mean inevitable? Aegon, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Aemond: What the fuck is wrong with you?! Aegon: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'. Aemond: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

You: We’re getting married, bitches! Daemon: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

Aegon, struggling to keep upright in his 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Rhaenyra, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

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Laenor loca come here! I want to tell you something! You should have seen who they tried to set me up! Fuc*ing white boy!!! But I tricked them AND it was HILARIOUS!!

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Hotd characters at thanksgiving

Daemon:isn’t that your third glass of wine?

Aegon: isn’t that your third wife?

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do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.

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I want to apologize for not posting anything this year and barely anything from the last couple years. I've had very awful health issues and it's been incredibly difficult. I have dealt with a lot growing up but what I'm going through is worse than ever. However, I'm praying I can get something out. I have quite a bit of followers and I'm sorry for disappointing y'all. I do have a couple ideas I love that I should have out very soon. Thank you for understanding ❤

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Just have an urge to point out:

Since the moment of the trailers' release, I've already met people who are arguing and humiliating others who don't like the characters they do, or who aren't at the side of the team they like. I understand that you may tend to be more at the side of team black or green, but let's not forget that this is a show, and the characters are fictional. Any person can have fav characters, whoever they like and that's incredible, that's what the show is created for. So, please, you may cheer and support anyone, but don't forget to be respectful and mind others' business. Eventually, I don't think we should be divided, we are all the fans of the same show, we are all united here by one story. So, let's enjoy this adventure together.

Thank you for your attention

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44 and Steve because you KNOW Steve would be the mom to kiss his girl in front of the gang because he knows they hate it

You’re so right bestie

44. public kisses

Warnings: F!reader

The summer of 1986 was shaping up to be a good one. Hawkins was in the middle of a heatwave that had everyone flocking to the outdoors to enjoy the sunshine, and Steve was no exception. He had his favourite sunglasses perched in his hair, the cut-off denim shorts that you had helped him make when his favourite jeans got ripped on his legs, and the new Queen album playing quietly through the car stereo.

And a car full of sugar-rushed teenagers.

“-listen to something else now? This song sucks,” Mike was complaining.

Steve glared at him in the rear view mirror and opened his mouth to reply, but Max beat him to it.

“Shut the fuck up, Wheeler. You’ve got no taste.”

“Says the one who listens to Kate Bush on repeat.”

“Anyone slanders Kate Bush and they’re walking to the lake,” Steve warned without taking his eyes off of the road as he turned into your street.

A chorus of mocking “oooh”s came from the kids, and he barely resisted rolling his eyes. He still wasn’t quite sure how his life had turned out this way, spending his summer chauffeuring for a bunch of nerds, but the sight of you coming out of your front door was the perfect distraction.

Your face lit up at the sight of him and he felt his stomach flip pleasantly at the delighted wave you sent him as you came down the path. Your eyes were obscured by your sunglasses, an oversized T-shirt almost slipping off of your shoulder under your dungarees and giving him a tantalising glimpse of the strap of your bikini.

He wasn’t sure how he had gotten lucky enough to spend his summer as your boyfriend either, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

His smile only widened as you ducked your head bashfully as you came down the path, feeling the warmth of his adoring eyes on you. It never ceased to amaze him how surprised you always seemed by how much he loved you, how beautiful you were to him, how-

Dustin’s face appearing from his periphery and blocking his view of you pulled him harshly from his reverie.

“You disgust me,” the boy announced.

“Like you don’t stare at Suzy,” Steve shot back.

“I don’t actually, because my love is too far away for my eyes to reach,” Dustin replied loftily.

“Cry me a fucking river, Shakespeare.”

You had reached the car by that point and, spotting Dustin in the passenger seat, went to open the back door. Steve’s eyes widened.

“Nope, absolutely not. Henderson, move.”

Dustin stared at him incredulously.

“What the hell, Steve? I was first to get picked up, ergo I get to ride shotgun.”

“But now we’re picking up my girlfriend, ergo you need to move.”

“Do you even know what ergo means?”

“I know you can ergo sit in the back or you can ergo home, dipshit.”

You were watching in amusement from outside the car. You wouldn’t have minded sitting in the back but your boyfriend’s antics were so cute.

As Dustin got out of the passenger seat and slipped under your arm to get to the back door, grumbling, you gave him an apologetic look before climbing into the front seat.

“Hi, baby,” Steve greeted you sweetly as you fastened your seatbelt.

As soon as you were secure, he leaned over to give you a soft kiss that warmed you from the inside out. The moment was only slightly ruined by the kids’ disgusted groans from the backseat.

“Gross, you guys.”

“There are kids here!”

“In public? Seriously?”

Steve broke the kiss with an annoyed sigh and you bit your lip to stop yourself giggling at him.

“The next person who tells me what to do in my own car is getting kicked out. Clear?”

He was met with polite silence, and he grinned at you.

“That’s what I thought.”

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Dean watched the worry on your face as you looked at Sam asleep in the hospital bed. The bruises on his handsome face were glaring. "He's gonna be okay," he finally said.

You nodded, but your eyes didn't leave Sam. "I know. I just—I wish he hadn't—he never should've—"

Dean let out a low laugh and rubbed a hand over his face. "Yeah, well... that's the thing about Sam. He will claw his way out of Hell, but he'd throw himself back in to save someone he cares about. This time, it just happened to be you."

You looked over at Dean and he saw that your eyes were a little wide and glassy.

"Don't feel guilty. There's nothing you could have said or done that would've stopped him."

You chewed on your bottom lip thoughtfully and then reached for Sam's hand, pressing it between yours.

Prompt: "That's the thing about [Sam]. He will claw his way out of Hell, but he'd throw himself back in to save someone he cares about."