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This is perfect! So wonderfully written! And I know what I'm counting to sleep today 😁🥒

Pretty Phone in Pink

This little piece was born from @elusivewildflower "What if you had that Barbie phone as a burner phone", and my silly edition of "What if Court gave you a burner phone but it is a Barbie phone." The phone in question. This turned out more feels-y than silly, but oh well.

Summary: It's customary for Court to dissapear for weeks on end, only to re-appear the least you expect it. Sometimes you wished he would be more transparent on his wereabouts, if not to cease your worrying but to hear his voice when you miss him most. This time Court comes home with a solution to that.

Court Gentry x gender neutral reader

Warnings: implied injured!Court

Word count: 626

Court looked a bit sheepish when he handed you the box. As if he regretted not bundling it in some obnoxious wrapping paper, glitter and a bow on top. An image of a battered Court Gentry folding the creases of some papery design around the gift while laying low in some shithole or another made you stifle a chuckle. And a little tickle in your stomach.

The box was carton, no labels, very much very nondescript. Like a giddy child on Christmas morning you tore the tape off. Another box inside, gleaming plastic. A pink box.

“What-” you started, then paused. It was a phone. A pink phone. A Barbie phone. “You got me a phone.”

“Yes,” Court answered, pushing himself off the kitchen counter. Every movement a bit halted, as if every shift of his muscles was carefully considered, which they probably were.

Court was a master in pretending and you had no idea what kind of injury he was hiding underneath that hoodie. You asked, of course, when he dragged himself into your apartment through the fire escape looking every bit like a wet cat who got the cream upon your reaction to his sudden appearance.

You knew where he had been, or well, not exactly where but you knew he had been gone for the past week doing whatever Court did when he disappeared in a puff of smoke and the dregs of burnt coffee in your favourite mug. A Barbie mug with a chip in the ear and the print of Skipper faded from the many journeys through the dishwasher.

His mug now, but that was one of the things that had been left unspoken.

As much as Court kept his activities guarded from your scrutiny - though he would atone for those sins later when you dragged him into the bathroom to examine, as there was more to WikiHow than ‘how to be a mermaid’ - now his face was like an open book.

Court could speak so much without uttering one word. Sometimes you wanted to punch him for it. His honest affection and the maelstrom of feelings that lit a blush on your cheeks. The implication of the gift was clear.

“I thought you said,” you paused, cleared your throat. Too loud in the kitchen. “That it would be safer for me not to contact you when you…” Are busy trying not to get shot at.

Court winced.

“You can use it as a burner phone,” he said, holding your gaze. “I know the last few months have been hard on you. On us. And- I didn’t want you to be in danger, not anymore.”

From the front pouch of his hoodie, he pulled out a sturdy flip phone. Unlike the screaming pink, it was a slate grey. It reminded you of the Nokia’s of your youth. Inconspicuous and seemingly indestructible. Like him.

“Next time I’m gone,” he held up the phone, “You can call me, and I’ll try to answer.” Then he smirked. “Unless you aren’t interested in a bed time story.”

You rolled your eyes. “If it involves another rant on pickles, please do spare me.” “Hm, what’s wrong with counting pickles instead of sheep?”

You set the box down on the dinner table and took a step forward, crowding his space. “Thank you. I know this must be difficult for you.”

“I imagine not as difficult as having to worry if I’d ever come back to you at all,” he said, voice low in a whisper.

“But you’re here now.”

“Yes.”

You carded your fingers through his fringe, still wet from the rain outside. Tracing your thumb down his temple, over his cheek, resting just underneath his lower lip. The stubble scratching your skin.

“Tell me another story.”

Is the Barbie movie canon in The Gray Man movie-verse? Perhaps.

Thank you for reading

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@demon-dai and their stunning art! Lars in autumn is love 💕

Autumn Lars 🍁🎃🍂 commission for @ken-dom !

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Henryyyy 😭

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Fluffy Colt is what we all need, thank you Ivy! (Why do I picture Colt in his look from the restaurant job?)

Ivyyyyy I'm making myself laugh, but I love the idea of Colt Seavers + bodyguard AU + "YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!" I AM WHEEZING. 😂 I hope this sparks something for you!

Becca. I love this so much. You earned yourself a 350 word drabble.

Pairing: Colt Seavers x Actress!Reader Word Count: 367 Warnings: None, this is pure fluff with some kissing.

Colt paces in front of you, shaking his head and muttering to himself. Occasionally, he glances your way, his ears flushing pink. It would be endearing if his frantic pacing weren’t making your small trailer sway slightly.

“Can you please calm down?” You request, exasperated. 

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?” Colt asks, his voice rising comically high.

“It’s really not that big of a deal.”

"YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!" He yells before throwing his hands up in the air. 

“Not on purpose!” You defend. "I was trying to send you a photo of my schedule.”

“My boss saw them,” Colt continues, as if you haven’t spoken. “My boss who is definitely going to think we’re….we’re…” he trails off, gesturing between the two of you. “He’s going to assign you a new bodyguard.”

“Would that be so bad?” You ask, rising from the couch. 

Colt stops in his tracks, his brows furrowing. You have to bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from grinning. It was so fun to make him all flustered.  

“I thought you said you liked me, that I was doing a good job.” His voice carries a hint of hurt, and you rush forward, placing your hands gently on his chest.

“I did say I liked you,” you tell him and meet his gaze with both brows raised, hoping he’ll catch on.

“Yeah?” He questions.

How someone so good at their job could be so dense about other things was a mystery to you. “I like you like you, Colt.”

“Oh,” he whispers, his eyes widening. “I like you too.”

Smiling, you wrap two fingers around his tie and gently pull him down to your level. “So maybe it’s not the end of the world if the agency sends someone else. Then I can take you out for spicy margaritas.”

“I do like spicy margaritas,” he agrees, wetting his lips distractingly. “So do I have to wait until it’s official to kiss you or…”

This time, you can’t help but roll your eyes as you yank on his tie, pulling him down until his lips crash against yours.

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Six...the soft light, the pose... It's divine!!

heavily distressed and sleep deprived

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Waking up, making coffee and breakfast, studying and then going out feels like...

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Ahh the most amazing grace in a way you wrote Henry ❤️ it's so easy to close eyes and see him on a bench, sketching ✨

“ballet sketches„

Your back slightly arched, your pointed toes lifting you off the slick wooden flooring. The curve of your arms encircled above your head was silently replicated in the notepad held within Henry’s hands.

The twirl of your body quickly slipped into a graceful pirouette. Henry used the sight as a chance to watch the angle of your flexed calves. His eyes moved back to the page in front of him, sketching out the elegant shape of your legs. Lost in the translation between real life and the art in front of him.

But. They were both art, weren’t they?

Something about it was addicting. The curve of your hips, the stretch of your legs, the point of your toes. He could’ve drawn them for hours. He had drawn them for hours. Late nights, Henry was always there, the bench outside of the ballet room, watching through the glass windows. The ones that covered the length of the wall.

Henry wasn’t quite sure when or how he started this routine; watching you dance. He just knew that on Wednesday and Friday nights, he was there. On the bench. Watching. Drawing.

Though his slight obsession with tracing you on paper was odd, he made sure it ended there, not daring to step any farther past the already broken line. He was very aware of his own presence with you. He understood how it would appear.

A creepy looking man was watching you every Wednesday and Friday night as you innocently danced. Innocently practiced your skill. He knew it could be…off putting to say the least. So he tried making it as comfortable for you as possible, he took the opposite exit and left about ten minutes before you did. Like clockwork.

Henry continued his in depth sketch. You. Gorgeous, precious, talented. Like a swan, like a peacock spreading its shimmering wings. Blinding everyone around it with its unadulterated beauty.

I was thinking of Natalie Portman’s “Black Swan” while writing this! I was writing this a few months ago and I sort of want to make this into a series possibly. So sorry I’ve been honest as of late, school started and I’m lacking inspiration. I take ALL requests so feel free to “Hey Girl” me with anything.

+ this one is especially for my fav Henry stans @calibr3 + @lilyletham love you, darlings. 💋

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Lars! My sweet sweet boy ♥️♥️♥️

@demon-dai you're just incredible!

summertime Lars 🏖 commission for @ken-dom!

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Wait I’m sorry did someone tell you your stories weren’t good enough fuck who ever said that !!!!! You deserve to create what ever you want and feel good about it because you created it sending you so much love 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Thank you for your very kind words ❤️ the truth is, it's on me. My English is poor because I'm not native speaker and I know my stories are written poorly and too simple, reading so many other, beautifully written ones.

There's also a case of strong believe that if I'm so bad, anything I do is even worse... But don't worry, I won't go into details.

I haven't written for myself, or just for all the ideas I have in my head, in months, because of the above...

And if anyone found my fics entertaining, I guess it was also an apology that I won't write more...

I'm sorry for writing too much.

Take care love ✨🤗

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I'm sorry my stories weren't better... I thought I'm quite good but I guess it was my another delusion. I wish you all inspiring stories to stumble upon, finding in dark corners and written when muse hit

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa, more Six, I need this as a fic! ❤️❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨✨

https://www.tumblr.com/hederasgarden/691872924243820544/do-you-think-six-would-start-a-new-career-after

I would love to hear what your thoughts are on Six falling for the reader b/c I envision it being a grumpy x sunshine kind of thing and he warms up to her a lot 🥹

It would absolutely be a very tropey sunshine x grumpy fic.

Six would spend most of the day scowling and looking intimidating with his prison tattoos and goatee, while the reader is all smiles, chatting away with the customers. She’s always shoving some new pastry she’s baked into his hands to try (and once, directly into his mouth because he was extra grumpy).

They’d be a study in opposites standing side by side behind the counter. He’s dressed in all black, while she wears brightly colored, cutesy aprons (and possibly some crazy cupcake earrings). Even though he’s a bit gruff, he’s always respectful and listens to her. He also proves to be extra useful when dealing with suppliers who look at her and think they can overcharge her or be difficult. That’s when she smiles sweetly and calls Six over to handle them.

Also, because I am a dramatic bitch, there would definitely be an attempted robbery at the store, which Six handles effortlessly. Of course, after there would be angst and comfort, followed eventually by sex when the reader invites Six over to her apartment to cook him a ‘thank you for saving my life’ dinner.

Ask me anything! Come talk to me!

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Ahhh, perfection

Colt Seavers commission for @thehumantrap ! 💫

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Always down for Six, love this 👌✨

not a request at all, i just think it would be fun to discuss Six shacking up with Claire’s nurse

I think it would fun because they would keep it professional (for the most part) at day when Claire’s around with maybe a few slips with him making small touches and then let their real relationship shine through at night

Not sure which would be funnier

1) Claire thinks he just has a crush on you (I think she would voice this rather loudly as a way to fuck with him) or 2) if she doesn’t know and sees them kiss or something and immediately wants answers

I am always down to talk about Six. He remains one of my favorite characters of all time.

In my Safe With Me story Six and Claire's nurse are on the way to ending up together.

I feel like both options are really fun to explore, especially considering how Claire might react. In the first scenario she’d probably enjoy teasing Six mercilessly. I can see her talking to her nurse about this single dad at her school who's super rich and handsome in order to provoke Six.

"He totally asked about you the other day," Claire says, casually munching on a crouton. "I told him you were single." "Oh," you say, clearly unsure exactly how to respond. Your eyes dart to Six who seems to find his soup suddenly fascinating. Claire nearly rolls her eyes, how oblivious did they think she was? “What do you think about that, Six?” Claire presses. “From a safety perspective, maybe you should look into this guy.” Six sighs, sounding so put upon that Claire's smile grows bigger. He looks up at her, spoon halfway to his mouth. Then his gaze narrows and he tilts his head to the side. "How long have you known?" He asks. Whoops, she was busted. "A few days," Claire admits. Six responds with a hmm and then looks at you with a surprisingly sweet expression that makes Claire want to gag. Adults were so gross.

In scenario two when she finds them kissing it would be full-on interrogation that would bring the CIA to shame. She’d demand to know every detail: How did it happen? How long has it been going on? I also love the idea of her privately threatening each of them not to mess things up with the other.

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Love it with all my heart! We need more PHM love

I know they can’t hug but they deserve it

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Love it! You instantly know who he is without even a caption ✨

here’s my first shot at digital art. I made it a few months ago, but got embarrassed to post it. But…here it is.

it’s just Seb. :)

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Hey! Kiss Marry Kill!

Officer K, Six, Colt (Srry)

Ooff, my first thought was - it's hard. But now I think...

Kiss Officer K, because he deserve affection and to feel like he's real ❤️

Marry Colt... He just seem as best choice. Caring, lovable, loyal, wildly supportive... There could be whole paper on that one.

Kill Six, because, let's be honest here, he would definitely come out alive from the wickedness attempt on his life... (and then I could care for him and give him all the love he needs, giving him home he deserves)

Thank you very much for the ask! No one ever asked me anything before 🥹🥹

Xoxoxo

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Bittersweet, I love it 👌the emotional charge and all the tension

Cherry Gum | a Secret Sierra one shot

Summary: You're getting ready for a mission, but Six has to have a little taste of you before you hit the field. And you? ...you steal his gum

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, making out in a semi public space, shitty edited, no beta

Word Count: 1324

A/N: Recently I've been asked about this in a WIP ask game and I decided to just write it out

Divider by @firefly-graphics

The dimly lit room buzzed with the tension of imminent deployment. The air was thick with the scent of gun oil and adrenaline as you adjusted your tactical vest. Each click and snap of gear echoed in the confined space, a prelude to the coming storm. You could feel the weight of the mission pressing down on you, but in that moment, something far more immediate demanded your attention.

“Shadow.” You turned to Six, your eyebrows slightly moving up in question of what he needed from you. The initial thought seemed immediately forgotten when his eyes turned dark with a mix of urgency and desire. 

He stood there, clad in his own combat gear, the rugged lines of his uniform unable to hide the strength and resolve that had haunted your thoughts for weeks. You had been through countless missions together. An unspoken bond had always been there, but that one night a bit more than a year ago added a new layer to the connection. Every glance, every touch carried the weight of what you couldn’t say aloud. You didn’t allow yourself to delve deeper into this emotion.

Your connection had always been there, simmering beneath the surface. In the quiet moments between missions, when the chaos subsides and it’s just the two of you, that bond flared to life. It’s in those moments that you felt truly alive, the life of a nameless agent vanishing for a couple of hours.

Without another word, he crossed the room in two strides, his hands found your waist as if they were made for it. Your bodies collided with a desperate intensity, armor clinking as you pressed against each other. The kiss was fierce, an explosion of pent-up need and unspoken emotion. His lips were soft yet demanding, his breath hot and intoxicating. You responded immediately, your hands moving up to grasp the back of his neck, pulling him even closer.

His hands roamed your back, feeling the hard lines of your body armor, wishing it was your skin beneath his fingers. Instinctively you pressed yourself harder against him, your body molding to his in a perfect fit.

The kisses deepened, growing more urgent with each passing second. You felt his tongue flick against your lips, and you opened your mouth, letting him in. The taste of gum mingles with the raw, metallic smell of the room, creating a heady mix that makes you dizzy. You moaned softly into his mouth, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine.

His hands moved to your shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of your uniform as if he could anchor himself in you. One of your hands moved up to cup his face, the other slipped into the short hair at the back of his head. Your breaths mingled, hot and heavy, as you pressed against each other, armor and all. The world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, in this moment, killing time before the inevitable call to duty.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to let your gaze lock onto his, a teasing smile forming on your lips. You could see the emotions flickering in him, a mirror of your own. With a mischievous glint, you leaned in again, your tongue flicking into his mouth, deftly retrieving the gum he had been chewing. You pulled  back, your lips red and swollen, popping the gum into your mouth with a playful smile.

"Cherry?" you teased, your voice husky.

"Figured I'd make it sweet for you," he replied, his own voice roughened by the intensity of the kiss.

A distant alarm buzzed, signaling the final countdown. You both knew what it meant. With a final, lingering kiss, you stepped back, adjusting your gear, the professional masks slipping back into place.

"Be safe," you said, your eyes locking onto his.

"You too," he replied with a wink.

As you moved out of the gear-up room, Zack met you outside, his face wearing his signature smirk. "All set?" he asked, his tone light despite the seriousness of the mission.

"Ready," you replied, your gaze meeting Six’s one last time before you boarded the chopper.

"Let's go save the world," Zack quipped, the smirk never leaving his face.

The mission brief replayed in your mind. Fitzroy's voice crackled over your earpiece. "Remember, your primary objective is to secure the bioweapon. Romantic will provide support from the command center. Stay sharp, and watch each other's backs."

"Copy that," you responded, the taste of cherry gum lingering.

The bio weapon was secured, the enemy neutralized, but Six had to leave immediately for another assignment. As the helicopter took off, you watched him disappear into the horizon.

Now, back at the base, the task of tidying up and filing the mission report fell to you and Zack. The room was quiet except for the occasional rustle of papers and the hum of the overhead lights. Zack sat across from you, his eyes focused on the debrief forms. You forced yourself to concentrate, pushing aside the swirling thoughts of Six.

"That was close," Zack said, breaking the silence. "But we pulled it off. As usual."

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak without revealing the tumultuous emotions churning inside you. Zack had always been perceptive, and the last thing you needed was him picking up on your hidden feelings.

"Yeah, we did," you managed, your voice steady.

A comfortable silence settled over you both as you continued to work. The rhythm of sorting documents and organizing gear was almost soothing, a way to ground yourself after the intensity of the mission.

Zack stretched, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "You know," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice, "I was reading this article the other day about how some people get obsessed with planning their futures down to the smallest detail. They think if they can just control everything, nothing will go wrong."

You forced a smile, though the mention of control sent a pang through your heart. "Sounds like a lot of pressure," you said lightly.

"Yeah," Zack continued, oblivious to the effect his words were having on you. "They end up missing out on living in the moment because they're so focused on what could go wrong. It’s kind of funny how people get so wrapped up in that stuff."

His comment was innocent, but it struck a chord deep within you. The idea of something so delicate, so crucial, hinging on seemingly small details resonated with your own fears and your past trauma. You thought of Six, of the stolen moments, the unspoken promises. What if those moments were all you had? What if something went wrong, and it was all taken away?

Your chest tightened, anxiety bubbling up. You forced yourself to breathe, to push the thoughts down. Zack didn't know. He couldn't know. Nobody could know.

"People just want everything to be perfect," you said, keeping your voice casual. "Especially when it comes to something important."

Zack glanced at you, his expression curious. "You okay?" he asked, noticing the slight shift in your mood.

You smiled, a practiced, easy smile. "Yeah, just tired. It was a long mission."

He nodded, accepting your explanation without question. "Tell me about it. At least we get a bit of downtime now, right?"

"Right," you agreed, though your mind was already wandering, thinking of Six and wondering when you'd see him again.

The rest of the cleanup went smoothly, the conversation shifting to more mundane topics. Zack didn't press further, and you were grateful. The weight of your secret felt lighter, though it was always there, just beneath the surface.

As you filed the last of the reports, you allowed yourself a moment to think of Six. The taste of cherry gum lingered in your memory, a small, sweet reminder that there was more than living and fighting in the gray.