#ANOTHER proposal fic? say it ain't so!

[sunnysidevans]

Ain't In California Anymore - T.Owens

Synopsis: After deciding to uproot your life for a change of scenery from San Diego California you decide to take a trauma nurse position in Tornado Alley. You don't expect to survive your first tornado let alone meet the resident cowboy tornado wrangler.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Nurse!Reader

Warnings: 18+, mentions of extreme weather, lots of flirting - tyler owens is a warning in himself i mean c'mon.

The Request: Hiii :) I was wondering if I could request a Tyler Owen’s story. Where the reader is from California and had to relocate to Oklahoma because of her job in healthcare. But at an event or before going to work, there’s a tornado warning and she’s not sure what to do so Tyler protects her and makes sure she’s safe. But then the next day he visits her at work and asks her out?:)

authors note: to the sweet anon who requested this fic, please please I hope I have put words to your vision. & THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for this request as this is my first one! In the years I've been writing I did not ever expect this. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and please enjoy this fic!! <33

The rain poured as you stood in the middle of San Diego Airport. The waves crashing on top of one another. Your life packed at your side as the announcements continued.

“Flight 214 to Oklahoma has been delayed two additional hours, an F.4 tornado has just landed in tornado alley. More updates to come”.

You sigh and sit back down against the window as the rain continues beating on the glass. Pulling the headphones from your bag and pulling the laptop out, you make yourself comfortable. After an additional six hours the plane was in the sky.

3AM before you would land in what the flight attended referred to as Tornado Alley.

The city was lit with skylights, covered in destruction. The F.4 tornado that landed hours earlier wiped half of the cities apart. You could see cars miles and miles away from where they probably were hours before. The flight attendant smiles as the plane lands, waving as you exited the plane.

“Welcome to Oklahoma” she grins as you follow the crowd out of the terminal. Looking around the airport it looked like nothing happened, everyone continued on their day as the world was in shambles.

Making your way outside you couldn’t believe the amount of debris in the roads. The odds of getting a cab were slim. “New to the area?” a voice says beside you, looking over you smile at the man with a kind smile.

You nod with a sigh, “I am, first few minutes as a matter of fact” he chuckles making his way to you, hand held out. “Well, Welcome to Oklahoma, I’m Javi” you grin, reaching out to shake his hand, “(y/n)”.

He looks you over before speaking again, “my best tip is to just keep watching, I’m sure you’ve been waiting a while, or… I could give you a ride?” he proposes as you smile slightly. “Truly? I don’t want to wait any longer, I start my job in” looking down at your watch you sigh. “Two hours” you chuckle as he nods with a kind smile. 

“What brings you to Oklahoma?” he asks, your mind is elsewhere as you see all the destruction that lined the streets. “Hm?" You ask as he asks again, “oh, I needed a change” you say with a smile. He nods continuing down the road in silence. “Where are you from originally?” he asks again, letting curiosity get the best of him.

“San Diego” he nods with a smile, “wow this is gonna be a change for you’ he notes as you chuckle, “totally”. He pulls into the hotel you were staying in, still standing. “Well good news is the hotel is still here” you chuckle, climbing out of the truck.

“Thank you so much for this, this definitely would not have happened if I was in San Diego. Though, you could've kidnapped me or something so” he chucklespulling your luggage from the truck bed.

“It's our southern charm” he grins, handing the bags to you, pulling a card from his back pocket. “Here, if you need anything” you look down at the card.

“Storm Par?” you ask looking back at him as he grins. “We chase tornados, at least to put it in non scientific terms” he smiles as you nod, shoving the card into your wallet. “Is that a normal thing here in Oklahoma?” he grins with a shrug. “There’s a lot of us out here if that's what you mean” he makes his way to his side of the truck.

“Good luck on your first day!” he smiles. You make your way inside waving as he drives off. Maybe Oklahoma wasn’t going to be so bad.

Mercy Hospital Oklahoma City. The letters buzzed as the energy drink dripped condensation on your palms. Walking through the emergency room doors you look around. “You look lost” a voice says with a grin, looking over you smile at the brunette.

“I’m (y/n)” you smile as she gasps, “oh my gosh! The trauma nurse from california!” she grins, holding a hand out to you, “I’m Natasha!” she smiles as you shake her extended hand. “Nice to meet you” she smiles, pulling you along beside her.

“Welcome to the crew, did you get in okay?” you chuckle with a shrug. “Depends on your definition of okay” she gasps as she helps you onto the elevator.

“I’ve only been here” looking down at your watch “for 3 hours, I got maybe an hour of sleep” she gasps. “I’m so sorry! We could’ve pushed back your start time” you shake your head.

“I am used to this being a nurse and all but now I have to adjust to tornados” she waves her hand with a chuckle. “You will get used to that” she grins, knocking on the door. “Just want you to meet our head nurses” the voice on the other end encourages you in. “Maria, this is (y/n), from California” she pulls her glasses off her nose and stands.

“Ah yes, our new trauma nurse” she walks around the desk, holding her hand out to you. “Nice to meet you Ma’am” you grin, shaking her hand.

An Oklahoma ER was so much different than a San Diego one. “How’s it going Cali?!” Natasha grins from her place at the nurses station. Pulling the latex gloves off your hands and tossing them into the trash beside you, you chuckle.

“This is so much different than California” you note, sitting down at the available computer to begin typing in medications. “I’m sure you see so much more there huh?” she asks as you nod. “I worked at a Navy hospital too so I saw so much” she nods as you continue on with typing.

“Ah yeah thats gonna do it, the most you will see here is a farming accident and even then the accident will be weeks old and a farmers wife shoved him into the ED” you chuckle, turning to her.

“Is that so? How about after tornadoes?” you ask as she moves to sit in the chair beside you. “Yes and no. We get a lot of people in sure as the ambo’s bring em but a lot of field nurses too” you nod, handing the next chart to the provider passing by you.

Within hours, beds were clearing until they weren’t and sirens began to wail. “All hands on deck people we have a multi-casualty car accident, multiple patients en route!” Maria yells down the hall  as everyone follows after her, multiple ambulances lined the med bay.

This was definitely not California anymore.

The lights from the diner sign buzzed as you shut the engine off the rental car. The dashboard flashing 3am. What was supposed to be an easy first day turned into a busy one. You climb out and make your way inside.

The smell of coffee brought a smile to your lips as you picked a secluded booth and sat down. After ordering with the waitress, you sat back with the daily newspaper,sipping on your coffee.

“Well, I didn’t expect to find you here” you look up at the voice, Javi stands with his hands on his hips. “Well I didn’t expect to see you either” you set the mug of coffee down. “How ya doin?” he asks with hands on his hips, you chuckle.

“Just got my ass kicked on my first day. What are you doing out here at 3am?” you ask as he nods, motioning to sit across from you, nodding he sits down. “Some field work” he notes as you hum. “So, what exactly is it you do?” you ask as he chuckles, smiling at the waitress.

“I study tornadoes, I find ways we can eventually stop them before they cause so much destruction” you nod slowly looking at him "So I chase it, i try to get as close to one as I can" he grins. “I’m sorry what?!” you ask as he laughs.

“I chase em to study em” he notes as he sips his own coffee with a smirk. “Who in their right mind chases tornadoes?!” you exclaim, a truck driver at the bar looking over at you with a snarl. “Crazy folk” Javi replies with a smile.

The waitress smiles and sets the plate of pancakes down in front of you. You nod with furrowed brows, “are you insane?” he laughs with a nod. “I am indeed” you sigh with a shake of your head, eating a piece of the pancake. “So there’s multiple people who chase tornadoes?” The conversation kept falling back to the one thing that fascinated you the most, tornadoes.

“Yep, there’s me and my company and there’s so many more, you will probably come across some in your time here” he reaches over and points to the newspaper on the table.

“That’s tyler owens, he’s out of kansas but he’s been hanging around here a lot lately. He calls himself the tornado wrangler”.

+

2 weeks.

It was two weeks before you heard the first siren. The local farmers market was always crowded on nice days. You continued browsing through the local fruits and vegetables when the first siren goes off.

Looking up from the fruit you had in hand, you noticed the booth owner on edge. With wide eyes they looked around frantically, you did as well, looking around as the world began to move in slow motion.

The wind chimes on another booth begin to sway. The world stopped and you stood in the middle of the chaos. Around you everyone begins to pick things up quickly and rush into the surrounding buildings.

You stood there as the wind began to scream. You could hear yelling around you but it was nothing compared to the sound of the wind. The sky was almost something out of a movie, looking up the clouds were dark. Something was coming, something bad. “Hey!” you can hear the yelling of one of the vendors.

In slow motion, you look up to the clouds as they opened and the rain began to pour. Blinking, you are stuck there in the middle of the street.

You had no idea how long you were there till you felt hands on your shoulders. “Hey! Hey!” they are shaking you, blinking when you look over. You knew his face.

Tyler Owens.

“Hey, listen to me, we can't stay here” he’s got a hand on your elbow encouraging you towards one of the buildings. The siren is louder and closer. Tyler's eyes shift to behind you and your curious eyes follow.

The tornado and it was moving quickly. His eyes are frantic as he quickly pulls your body into an alley.

Tripping over your feet, your cardigan was heavy on your skin as he looked at you. “I need you to trust me right now okay?” his shirt was heavy to his skin, water dripping down his nose. 

The concrete wall was rough against your skin.

You don’t remember when you even made it up against the concrete wall or how the wall of a man was in front of you or how your knuckles were sore from the grip you had on his once plaid shirt.

Your eyes open, looking around frantically as you feel your pulse quicken. Panting you are pushing the hairs off your forehead.

You just survived your first tornado.

The city was quiet. You fall to your knees, continuing to try and catch your breath. “Hey, Hey” you hear his voice again as you begin to sob. How could you be crying right now?

“It’s okay hey” his hand is on your back, rubbing soothing circles on your spine.

“You’re okay” he encourages you to sit back against the wall. You can hear the screams of others, finding their lives uprooted. He sits down in front of you, legs crossed and hands on your own knees as your breathing slowly evens out. “There ya go” his thumb is running over your knee gently in comforting circles, looking over your face.

“Is this your first tornado? “He chuckles as you nod frantically. “Oh shit” the smirk is off his face quickly as he stands, helping you up.

You watch as all of the first responder vehicles are filing in. You noticed the white ram and other Storm Par trucks that follow.

“Tyler!” looking over at the voice, a man is standing at the end of the alley. “Oh thank god!” he yells, grabbing the walkie off his hip and rushing to the two of you.

“Boone!” Tyler meets him halfway, hugging him tightly. Tyler turns back to where you stood, you were gone.

Tyler looks around the alley frantically. He then looks down and finds your badge. 

Rushing out of the alley, you frantically look for the Storm Par truck. “Javi!” you yell, rushing to him over all the debris. “(y/n)?!” he meets you halfway, holding a hand out to help you over a pile of what was a vendor booth.

He can see the tears on your face as you pant, gripping his hand tightly. “How can I help?! Do you have first aid in that truck?” He admired your willingness to help but he could also see you were soaking wet and riddled with fear.

“What are you doing out here?” he asks as you shake your head, “there's no time for that, people need help!” you point behind you.

Pulling your soaked cardigan off you quickly push past him to the truck, rummaging through it. “Hey,hey” he is quick to grab your elbow.

You had an open cut on your forehead and a couple scrapes but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

“Let me help Javi” you whisper, fear in your eyes as he nods slowly. “Okay, okay” he holds his hands up in defense as you begin to move through the debris to find people that need help.

+

The hospital was overflowing with people. You continue to push through your bag as you smile at the security guard at the door, “mornin steve” he chuckles. “It’s 3pm young lady” you grin, looking over at him with a shrug, “morning for me”. He nods as he sits back in the chair, watching over the ER.

“Cali!” Natasha stands from her chair with a grin. “Oh my god!” she is quick to come around the counter to stop in front of you.

“What happened to you?” with her hands on your chin she is turning your head in multiple directions. “I uh-” you bit your lip, how do you explain this?.

“I got caught in a tornado?” she gasps, grabbing your elbow and pulling you into a room. “You did what?!” She is quick to grab gloves and pull them on. “I froze Nat” you whisper, looking up at her “it came so fast and I must’ve hit my head” you shrug.

She sighs, pulling the band-aid you had on your forehead off. “You don’t need stitches” she tsks, cleaning it gently with an alcohol pad as you wince. “Tyler Owens was there” you mumble as she stops, looking at you “that heart-throb out of kansas?”.

You can’t help the chuckle you let out, nodding. “He helped me, it was really nice of him” she nods. Putting the bandage on your forehead, she pulls the gloves off and tosses them into the trash.

“Unrelated to this” you mention as she crosses her arms with a raise of her brow. “I lost my badge I think” she shakes her head, “we can get you another no problem there”. She smiles, “now let's get you clocked in, we’ve got a busy day!”. 

The overhead speaker picked up with a squeak. “Paging (y/n) (y/l/n) to the front desk, paging (y/n)(y/l/n)” you furrow your brows, setting the pen down and looking over at Natasha and James. “What is that about?” you ask, standing from your chair as the two of them shrug.

Steve walks in with a grin, “(y/n)”. Looking over at him, your eyes can't help but to fall to the man beside him.

Pulling the white stetson from his head, Tyler Owens smiles shyly with flowers in his hand and your badge in the other.

“Oooooooo” you snap your head over to Natasha and James with wide eyes. “Sorry to drop in on you like this Ma’am” you choke, looking over at Tyler. His smile grows as you come around the counter. The green scrubs were cute but you were the most beautiful thing he had seen since he saw his first tornado.

“I think I have something that belongs to you” he holds the badge out on the dainty badge reel. You sigh with a smile, looking up at him going to take it from him but he pulls it back.

You scoff, looking up at him, “that belongs to me”. He smirks, shaking his head “nope, you have to ask nicely” he smirks as you groan, pulling him into an exam room and shutting the door.

As you do Natasha and James both sending you thumbs up from the nurses station.

"What gives you the right?” crossing your arms over your chest, he grins. “You have to ask nicely, that's what we do round here city gal” he smirks as your eyes widen. “City girl?” he nods, leaning back against the bed, crossing his leg over the other.

“You don’t know anything about me Owens” he raises a brow, “is that so?” he twirls the badge around his pointer finger. “I know you’re from California, San Diego to be exact” he raises his brow as you sigh. “Javi” you mumble under your breath as he nods. “Correct” he smirks looking at you through his lashes.

“Can I please have my badge back? I have to get back to work” he nods, hands held up in defense, pushing off the bed and walking back to stand in front of you. Looking up at him, you can’t help but to be intoxicated by the smell of his cologne.

He looks down at you, putting the stetson back on his head with a smirk. “Agree to a date, you can have the badge” you scoff. “Excuse me?” he nods, holding the badge between your bodies.

“A date for the badge” you sigh, nodding. “Fine, one” he grins, dropping the badge in your palm. Opening the door, you follow him out, he yells over his shoulder “see you soon California!” 

+

It became traditional for you to sit in the back booth of the diner down the road from the hospital. Every morning you’d sit with the local newspaper. Learning your new home.

It’s how Tyler Owens found you.

He’d been to the hospital every single day to officially ask you out on your date. Except he either missed you or your shift hadn’t started yet. The bell above the door rings as multiple people shuffle through the door.

Looking up from your cup of coffee you see the white stetson. Sinking down in the booth, you attempt to hide yourself with the newspaper.

“I’m telling you lil, you can get it in the air with just a few minor adjustments” you tried not to listen, “there’s nothing wrong with it boone” lily, you assumed replied.

Looking back down at the local events in the paper, the seat across from you shifts and you can hear the air deflate from the plastic cushion.

“California, I’ve been lookin for you” slamming the newspaper down on the table, Tyler can’t help the shit-eating grin that grows on his face. “Tyler” you sigh, sitting up in the seat. “I owe you, no- you owe me a date” he grins.

“First, you know my name is not California” you address as he sits back in the seat, reaching over to grab your unoccupied cup of coffee.

He hums as you continue with a scoff. “Second, you are the one who left me high and dry” he chuckles with a shake of his head, “no ma’am”. You sigh, pulling your mug out of his hand sitting back with it between your palms. “So, when?” you challenge with brows raised.

“Tomorrow, do you work then?” he asks as you shake your head. “I actually have tomorrow off” he grins, “perfect, meet me here at about 7?” he asks as you nod slowly. “7 it is, what should i wear?” he taps his chin gently then grins.

“Casual but whatever you are comfortable in” he smiles, standing from the booth and tipping his hat towards you. The group of his friends hoot and holler as he makes his way back to them.

“That boy seems really into you” Jo, the waitress grins as she pours your cup of coffee. “Is that so?” you ask as she nods, “my husband was the same way, billy absolutely did not give up” she smiles sadly.

“Am I crazy?” you ask her as she shakes her head, “nowhere close sweetheart” she pats the top of your head as she approaches their table. You watch as the group continues to talk among themselves, ordering with Jo and making her laugh.

You watched the clock all day long. Chewing your lip, you look at Jo, standing in the diner. “Is it too much?” you ask, nervously picking at the blouse you chose to wear. She chuckles, shaking her head with a soft smile. “You look beautiful honey” she reaches over to take your hand, “try and have fun okay? You never know” she squeezes your hand gently.

Nodding you smile at her, “thank you for everything” she grins. At almost 7 on the dot the red Dodge Ram pulled into the parking lot of the diner. You smile from the steps, standing in the outfit you chose.

He grins, climbing out of the truck. Tyler opted for a pale blue button up and a brown stetson opposed to the white. “No white hat today?” you tilt your head as he approaches you, small bouquet of flowers in hand. You look down at them first with a small smile. “Thought I’d spice it up for ya” he winks handing the bouquet over to you.

“For you California” you smile, taking them from his outstretched hand. “They’re beautiful,” he smiles, holding his arm out towards you. “So are you” he walks you to the truck, opening the door to help you inside.

Looking around the truck, you admire everything from the center console to the straps for seat belts. Tyler shuts the door after you, making his way around and climbing into the driver seat.

Sitting back in the seat you can’t help but let Jo’s words play in your mind. She stands in the window with a smile, watching as the truck pulls out the parking lot. 

The stars lit up the night sky of Oklahoma. Sitting on the top of tyler's truck, eyes glued to the sky. “What brought you to Oklahoma?” His voice is soft as he continues to eat the slice of pie he brought.

“A position opened for a trauma nurse and truthfully I was over the city life” you sigh, turning to face him with a shy smile. “Trauma nurse huh?” he asks, offering you a piece of the pie on the fork. Taking the fork, you eat the piece and nod. “I was a Trauma nurse at a Navy hospital in San Diego” handing the fork back over to him, he looked at you with a small smile.

“I see,” he nods, going back to the pie. “Why do you wrangle tornadoes?” you ask as he chuckles softly. “When I was about eight years old, I saw my first one,” he continued, picking at the pie crust, looking back up at you. “It was beautiful. Sounds crazy I’m sure but I wanted to know more” he admits, looking back out to the setting sun. “So, you went and learned more?” you ask as he nods with a chuckle.

“I started college, never finished, found the thrill much more fun than a textbook” he looks over at you with a smile. The setting sun made his green eyes almost greener.

“You may have to take me someday,” you admit, leaning against him gently. “This mean you’re sticking around Cali?” he grins, looking down at you.

You nod slowly, “yeah, yeah I think I might be around for a while” you look up at him with a smile.

+

Walking through the ED door, you smile, passing by Steve. He grins, “good mornin young lady” he tips his hat as you wave. It had been two months since you landed in Oklahoma. Natasha smirks from the nurses station, arms across her chest with. “Hello to you too” you reply walking past the nurses station towards the locker room.

After setting your things inside your locker, you make your way back to the nurses station. “Something came for you” James grumbles from his seat, sipping on what you could guess was his second red bull of the day.

“Oh?” Natasha smirks as she holds the vase of wildflowers out to you. You smile, taking them from her to gently set down to read the card:

“To Cali,

If you feel it, Chase it. We can chase it anytime. Glad you are staying for a while ;)

Tyler xo”

You can’t help but laugh. The two of your friends look over as you grin, laughing harder. “They’re from Tyler” Natasha smirks with raised brow.

“I think you’ve got yourself a boyfriend” you chuckle, shoving the card back into the flowers.

Maybe Oklahoma wasn’t going to be that bad.

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Ok but Buck getting jealous or riled up from a British Air Force trying to get at his gal 👀

EDIT: I've just realized I totally misread this and didn't notice it's about BRITISH Air Force sdfghjkl; I hope you forgive me 🤣 I'm an idiot, I swear to God. feel free to send it again so I'll write another one!!!

hi, babe 🧸 thank you for your request 💗 Buck and reader are in America while this short fic takes place. let's say he got a few weeks off to spend at home 🏡

i currently have 2 more requests in my inbox but i was busy watching the bear today and now i have a slight migraine so i'll deal with them tomorrow, sorry xx

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

"What are you thinking of, doll?" his deep voice made you look up and blink a few times like you couldn't believe that he was there; back in your arms, so close and so warm. You were slow dancing together with Buck for the past half an hour but you couldn't focus on the moment even though you knew you should. He wasn't back for good. Not yet.

"You've only a few missions left," you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled before leaning in to look deep into your eyes.

"Aw, don't think 'bout it, babe. I left it behind for a few weeks, yes?" he pecked your lips and you tried to smile. "Come on, why the long face?"

"I'm sorry," you sniffled back the tears forming in the corners of your eyes and shook your head.

"Makes me think you're not happy to see me back in town," he teased and spun you around gently before pressing you close to him again. "What? Won't be able to see a loverboy for a while?"

"Don't be stupid, Buck. There ain't no loverboy but you," you chuckled finally and pushed him softly.

"There better not be 'cause I'd have to fix his face right."

"Sure thing, big man," you gave him a wide smile and cupped his face to caress his cheeks. You loved seeing your hands on him. You especially loved seeing your engagment ring on your finger. "You look so handsome in that suit, Cleven."

"That's Major Cleven for you, big mouth," he winked at you and you pulled a face to make him laugh.

"Fetch me something to drink, will you, Major Cleven?" you leaned in to kiss his cheek and asked. "All that dancing made me thirsty."

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded and walked you back to the table that had been occupied by you two before. He grabbed his cap to put it back on his head and approached the bar.

In the meantime, you opened your purse and tried to find a compact mirror with the powder to fix your shining nose and forehead. You didn't notice that some man stood above you. When you were done with your looks, you closed the mirror with a loud pop sound and you almost jumped in your seat at the sound of a tall dark-haired guy that kept staring at you.

"Excuse me?" you asked and looked him up and down. He was wearing a suit like your Buck but he was no Major.

"Um, I'm sorry, I've just noticed a beautiful girl sitting here all by herself and… I thought that, well, uh, I'mma fix that, perhaps…?" he took his cap off and squeezed it nervously with one of his hands as his other one went behind his head to scratch it awkwardly.

"And you are…?" you tried not to laugh at him. He was kind of adorable in that.

"Um… Sergeant… Sergeant Tommy Smith, miss," he introduced himself.

"Sergeant?" you raised an eyebrow. "Have you been to Europe already?"

"No, miss, no, I… I am going soon… It's my last few weeks before I go," he explained and you could see sweat forming upon his forehead. "Can I… Can I perhaps sit down?" he proposed, probably not realizing how bold it was. But he looked like he was about to faint any given moment.

"Sure thing, honey," you moved a little to give him a spot next to you but you tried to find Buck amongst the crowd. You couldn't see him, though, which was no surprise because the place was full of people – airmen, soldiers and their sweethearts... or girls hoping to become sweethearts soon.

"You're so… So kind, miss," Tommy nodded his head at you as he sat next to you. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Who said I was alone?" you smiled at him and he blushed. "Oh, don't worry, he's not the beating up kind, my man."

Tommy seemed to sigh with relief but then his eyes widened at the sight of someone standing behind you.

"Is… Is that him?"

"Oh, honey, he's not scary at all, my man, he's…" you started with a chuckle but then you turned around and you saw the man that Tommy had been referring to.

It wasn't Buck. He was huge, enormous even. You've never seen an uniform so tight on the muscles like that. And he was tall as well. Wearing sunglasses inside at night type of guy. He was handsome, oh yes, he was. But he had this aura around him as if he had thought that the whole wolrd revolved around him. He was also an airman and he was chewing gum arrogantly.

"Is that kid bothering you, love?" he asked.

"Um… No," you shook your head and tried to find Buck desperately with your eyes but there was still no sight of him. "Not at all," you added.

"I'll g-go now…" Tommy stood up to leave quietly.

"No, don't leave me…" you tried to plead in a whisper but he put his cap back on and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

So, now you were left with the big guy.

"Finally. These new ones are like pests," he sighed and sat next to you without asking for permission.

"Excuse me…?" you squealed but he only laughed and took his sunglasses off to take a better look at you.

"Why so scared, gorgeous?" he grinned showing off a set of pearly white teeth.

"Care to at least give me your name?" you asked, trying to move as far away as possible while staying discreet.

"Let's say you're about to find out later that night when you're gonna scream it, sugar," he winked at you and you almost gagged.

"Oh, I do believe I already have a name to scream," you stated, deciding that perhaps being as vulgar as him would make him finally get the message. But that was not the case.

"That guy's?" he laughed. "That kid's?"

"No," you shook your head and looked around but Buck wasn't coming.

"Something tells me you're bluffing me, little one," he leaned in and you took a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself down.

"Why would I?" you raised your hand to show him your ring. He hummed and whistled at it.

"Nice piece, baby. But it can mean anything," he insisted. "I think you're just playing hard to get, am I right, sweetheart?"

"Please, I am not interested," you shook your head as he was trying to put his arm around you.

"Why not? You seemed to be interested in the other guy and he was a fucking nobody."

"He was kind… And he wasn't pushy," you tried to get away as he was moving closer and closer.

"What's your name, by the way, sugar?" the man asked.

"Her name is Mrs. Gale Cleven," Buck's familiar, deep and warm voice made you look up as you smiled through the tears of humiliation.

He was standing above you with a drink in his hand and he looked oh-so-pissed like you've never seen him before.

"Shit, man, you mean she's married to that Major Cleven?" the big man let go of you and stood up immediately, grabbing his sunglasses from the table. "Thanks for the heads up, dude. And you are…?"

"Major Gale Cleven, dude," Buck answered angrily and you watched how the creep's smile dropped instantly.

"Oh, there's… There's been some misunderstanding, Major, I… There was a young Sergeant bothering your wife and I…" he started to stutter.

Buck looked at you now and you knew that he wasn't angry at you but his intense bright eyes still caused a chill go down your spine.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"There was a young Sergeant talking to me, I invited him to sit with me. He was friendly," you nodded. "I did not require saving as far as I am concerned… You, on the other hand," you looked at the scared big guy, "you were far from polite and you didn't treat me like a lady at all."

Buck put the glass down loudly in front of you and stared at the guy with contempt as the muscles of his jaw twitched.

"Let's take it outside," he proposed as your eyes widened. Buck was never the type to start a bar fight or anything of that sort. And as much as you believed in your brave Major, you didn't want him to fight that huge man.

"Buck, honey," you stood up to put a hand on his chest, "let him go, he's just drunk. He's not worth getting in trouble."

"I'm sorry Major, I didn't mean to be rude to your wife, sir," the man saluted.

"You only apologize because you know she's my wife. Otherwise you'd keep bothering her," Buck squinted his eyes.

"No, sir."

"Yes, Lieutenant, now get the fuck out of here."

"Sir, yes, sir!" the man saluted for the last time before walking away as fast as possible.

"Buck!" you pushed him gently as your jaw dropped. "Where did you learn such language?"

He didn't answer, however. He sat down, took his cap off and ran his fingers through his hair. You could see his hands shaking from restraining himself. You decided to give him a moment so you just sat down as well and sipped on your drink.

"Thanks for the coke, baby," you whispered eventually.

"You're welcome. The queue was long, sorry 'bout that."

"Oh, no need to be sorry," you caressed his tense arm. "Buck, you're okay?"

"Yeah, um, no," he looked up to meet your gaze and you furrowed your brow. He took your left hand and caressed your knuckles. "We should get married for real."

"I know, baby," you smiled widely, "when you come back to me for good, yes?"

"No, now," he insited all of sudden in a serious tone. "What if I don't come back for good?"

"Oh, don't say that! You've only a few missions left and… And this is supposed to ensure that you come back! God won't let you die when he knows you've a marriage to look forward to!"

"I want you to be safe if I don't come back," he didn't listen to you. "You'll have more privileges as a widow."

"Why are you bringing this up?!" you could feel tears forming in your eyes. "You were the one to tell me to stop thinking about it."

"But that jerk made me realize a thing or two, alright? Shh… Shh…" he cupped your face and kissed you. "Don't you want to be Mrs. Gale Cleven for real, sweetheart?"

"I… I do," you chuckled and nodded.

"God," he sighed and pecked your lips one more time, "thinking of you wearing my surname makes me dizzy more than any turbulence I've ever had to deal with."

"Just you wait and see, Major," you laughed through the tears, "being married to me will be the worst turbulence you'll ever experience."

"I hope that's a promise, doll."

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

June 4th

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1. For the next Fic Finder, I read this long time ago and can't remember the title but it was a long fic (one shot) and I remember it was an AU (kinda futuristic from what I remember) where Wei Ying was a werewolf shifter and he was on the run when he got transported/summoned to another world by some mages Lan Zhan being among them when he first came to the new world. There's some magic academy mystery they needed his help with and in the end Wei Ying stays in the new world with Lan Zhan. I also remember towards the end, the reason Lan Zhan was involved and so intrigued by Wei Ying because his brother turned into a werewolf but with none of his humanity and he was trying to find a solution to save him. Wei Ying was helping with him when he went back with Lan Zhan to his home.

I would be so grateful if anyone knows this fic!! @cara-tanaka

FOUND? Ribbons and Heartsongs by jeyhawk (E, 36k, WangXian, Fantasy AU, Science Fiction AU, Dimension Travel, Case Fic, Loss of Virginity, Marriage Proposal, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Anal Sex, WWX is a werewolf, but it's not a typical werewolf au)

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2. Hi mojo! Just want to say ur blog is soooooo helpfull and i am on it everyday!!! I was looking for this fic where lwj and wwx get stuck in a coffin because there are some thiefs who break in to find something id remember and lwj gets dirty with wwx and *ahem*😏 f**gers (fingers) him and wwx starts screaming for help. That's all.Hope you can help me find it 🥺.Thank you, Bye Mojo 👋🏻

Found?🔒 Tomb raider by Aki_no_hikari (E, 6k, WangXian, Case Fic, Anal Fingering, Dry Humping, wangxian have sex in a coffin)

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3. Hello! I've read a couple years ago a WangXian fic in Modern AU, I believe it was.

I don't remember if it was pwp or not, but I wanna read it again! lwj might have been a university professor or TA, I don't remember. I know wwx came by earlier then his pears for the lecture / test, things happened and he got on to work. Blowjob lwj under the desk with the other students taking a test. Something like this.

Please help me find it! 😭😭

FOUND? but you brought me to my knees by orphan_account (E, 3k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Shameless Smut, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Choking Spanking, (just once), Cock Slut, Crossdressing, Teacher-Student Relationship, PWP)

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4. hello! I went through all of my bookmarks to find a fic I suddenly thought of but unfortunately, I couldn't find it. I only remembered a scene where alpha!wwx gave something to omega!lwj (not really sure if it was a suppressant, but if I remember it right, it's something he could use to conceal his scent) jiang cheng was with wwx when he gave it to lwj. wwx also had a conversation with jyl about why a certain omega's scent bothers him (not bother in a bad way). I don't know if it was a getting together fic but yeah, wwx had some realizations. that's all I have. I would appreciate the help! thank youuu!

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5. Hey there, love the work you do, giving me reading material for years. This time I come before you because I failed to track my fics like an amateur.

So this fic was had age reversal among the twin jades and there was something about lwj bonding with nmj as big bros. Pretty sure wangxian was involved, not sure though.

Ik it's all over the place but let me know if you find it.

FOUND? Strong enough to carry him- he ain't heavy, he's my brother. by Starlitverses (Not Rated , 5k, LXC & LWJ, WangXian, LWJ & NMJ, LXC & NHS & NMJ, WIP, Twin Jades of Lan Dynamics, Brotherly Love, LXC Deserves Happiness, Protective LWJ, Age Swap, First jade LWJ, Second Jade LXC, Sect Leader LWJ, LWJ being the protective older brother, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives,bFluff and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt LWJ, Hurt LXC , LXC & WWX Friendship, Protective Older Brothers, NMJ & LWJ bonding over their little brothers, WangXian learn actual communication, Meddling LXC, you thought older brother LXC was scary? LWJ is worse, Older LWJ, Older WWX, everyone loves and wants to protect LXC, LXC-centric, LWJ will destroy anyone that hurts his brother) haven't read it but the tags sound like what you were looking for!

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6. Fic Finder ask: Idr anything else, but I vividly remember this one paragraph where WWX and LWJ were in a relationship(I think it was young love but it might not have been, I just remember picturing them very young and wwx in his og body) and WWX was working hard on something(I think it was talisman related but that’s also a variable)and to take a break from it he’d turn to LWJ and jump him req-ing “rape” which was just shorthand for woo hoo with cannon kinks.(which was explained in the text)

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7. Hi!! I've looked for this fic on ao3 and my bookmarks list but I was unable to find it, maybe I've been filtering with wrong tags or keywords.

But from what I remember, it was an au where if you love someone enough, the first time you touch them you leave a colored mark on them. Wwx has left his signature red on most people, but has never had any marks left on him, not even from jyl. So he always covers himself up and wears gloves, accepting he'd never be loved, until of course Lwj leaves a blue hand print on him. It isn't a soulmate au though, I don't exactly remember if it was canon settings or modern settings.

Hope you can find it easily and many thanks for your hardwork :> @songtaegguk

That sounds like one of these -

FOUND? leading tone by silencemostofall (G, 32k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates, with a lil twist, Eventual Happy Ending, Music, Orchestra, [Podfic] Leading Tone by silencemostofall by Beria1021)

FOUND? pastel by antebunny (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Soulmates, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unrequited Love, but not actually, no courtesy names)

FOUND? Mark me with your devotion by orphan_account (M, 18k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, soulmate AU with a twist, The twist is not a curse though, I'm sorry but everyone is kind of toxic in this, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, A-Yuan is adorable, First Time, Canon-typical Sex, Cultivation Partners, Fluffy wangxian, Nothing else is all that fluffy, Night-hunting together, Their studies are different that's why they keep going on missions and not staying in Gusu much)

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8. Hi! There is a fic that i want to read again. The problem is, not only i don't remember much of the story, i don't know if this fic is from this fandom or detective conan. But i'm sure it's from this fandom. It's modern au where there are serial killer on the loose. WWX investigate it. He has an ability to see the corpse's past (i think he has an ability? Not sure about this part). But even with his ability, he can't solve it. There are connection between the victim. Their connection is the next victim is the one that found the previous victim (again i'm not sure if it only the one that found the body or other witnesses too). The state of their body is brutal. There are some evidence of torture. WWX investigate this until he become the target because he found the newest victim. I think he was kidnapped and when he wake up he is in a room. I don't know how to explain it but he tried to escape like the previous victims but the room or more like the place he was in is full of trap. If you ever watch danganronpa v3 side despair, the place is similar to when Nanami Chiaki died. Thats all i can remember. I trully hope its not my imagination. Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

unfortunately is not it! If i remember correctly, they all work in police force and WWX work as forensic i think?

Hi! Im from fic finder June 4th #8. I found the fic. Its Slaughter House by Duochanfan. The detail i gave was a bit off. WWX is not the victim (a shame really...) And there was no connection between the victim

NOT FOUND! I don’t know if this is it but th me description vaguely reminds me of Post Mortem by Cataclysmic_Calamity (E, 178k, WangXian, Psychological Horror, Modern, friends with benefits, they're both fucked up but they love each other so much, Slow Burn Mystery, Unnegotiated Kink, Dom/sub, Anal Sex, Consensual Non-Consent, Stalking, Drug Addiction, Serial Killers, in WWX's desire to critique the 'final girl' trope he accidentally becomes one, Angst with a Happy Ending, meta commentary on the horror and true crime genres) If nothing else it’s a good read!

FOUND! Slaughter House by Duochanfan (M, 24k, WangXian , NieLan, ChengSang, Angst, Drama, Crime Scenes, Crime Drama, Psychometric! WWX, Coroner WWX, detective LWJ, Detective JC, slight romance, Amnesia, Past Kidnapping, Murder Mystery, Reference to Autopsies, dead bodies, Single Parent!WWX, Modern AU)

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9. Hi, fic finder request pls: I've been searching for this one specific wangxian fic i read an year or so ago on ao3. AU: mordern world, a/b/o, heavy angsty plot with a happy ending, i cant recall the tags n no matter how much i browse it's like the fic never existed but i kind of remember the plot: ""wei ying got $Aed (sexually assaulted) by a stalker n lan zhan blaimed him for cheating?(i don't exactly remeber) so WY disappeared later found out that he was prego ..gave birth to his baby all alone (i remember crying 10 times) later our alphaLZ regrets everything and finds him and tries to help him anyway possible and to have a fresh start :') but one day wei ying goes into heat n the stalker finds him but lz comes through and saves wei ying and they bond and become mate... happy ever after"" I've been dying to read it again :") I'd really appreciate if you're able to find it.

Thank you!!!

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10. Hello!!! This is my first time asking, you guys truly do god’s work!!!!

I’m looking for a fic where jiang yanli was reincarnated as wei wuxian’s child? I think it might have been the second part to a series and it may have involved a time traveling wei wuxian, though i’m not completly sure. I think in the summary it refers to Jiang Cheng as a neibhour who’s also reincarnated.

Thanks so much in advance!!! @avocadokichi

FOUND? sounds like the third part of 结局难更改 (the ending is hard to change) Series by PorcupineGirl (G, 50k, WangXian, Modern with Magic AU, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Reincarnated LWJ & LXC, YL WWX, Reincarnation, Secret Identity, Identity reveal)

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11. So there's this timetravel fic where teen wangxian meets older wangxian and teenLWJ is upset futureLZ's husband is not WWX.

Teenji dont realise HGJ's husband is wy in mxy's body and is quite rude to both hgj & his husband for betraying his pure love.

Does this ring any bell? @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

Hanguangjun's husband is not the fic i was looking for.

There's only four characters in the fic, teenwylz and olderwylz. They meet in the jingshi and teenwylz are the ones who timetravelled

NOT FOUND! Hanguang-jun's Husband by lilacevergarden (alittlemorecreative) (T, 6k, WangXian, Time Travel, Jealous WWX)

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12. Hi, I'm hoping you can help me find this fic. It takes place during the Cloud Recess study arc. I remember the Jiang's arrive at Cloud Recess to discuss Wei Wuxian marrying Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian was confused as to why they thought he was in love with Lan Wangji, until Jiang Yanli and Madam Yu reminded him that he sent letters with bunnies with red and white ribbons in the margins kissing. The story had a happy ending. I'd appreciate any and all help in finding this story. @amalthia

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13. For fic finder please! I am looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian was blind or maybe just color blind. This is revealed in the Burial Mounds Settlement days when a-Yuan is learning colors and Wei Wuxian teaches him the wrong color for a radish (because he can’t see/doesn’t know colors either). Wen Qing was surprised to learn that Wei Wuxian had been blind the whole time she knew him..

FOUND? close your eyes, feel my heartbeat by ThatDesiGirl (T, 11k, WangXian, blind WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rewriting Canon, not a fix-it but a what-if, Canon-Typical Violence, Golden Core Transfer, Romance, Pining)

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14. I once read a fic about the four children showing the future to the past using an array or a talisman.

I want to know its name.

FOUND? Teen Project to Change the World by animeloverhomura (Not Rated, WIP, 841k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, Watching the Show, With a bit of the Manhua and Book thrown in, BAMF WWX, Fix-It, JGS is his own warning, Attractive WWX, Homophobia, disturbing imagery)

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15. Hi there! I'm starting to pull my hair out in fear it has been deleted from ao3 but shooting my shot. Looking for a very specific amnesia LWJ fic (I cannot recall if it was one shot or multi, but it was either a long one shot or at least a few chps long?) where I think LWJ got cursed, and no one specifically tells him who WWX is - he gets jealous of himself cause it was at least revealed that WWX is married to someone in the clan? Sorry if this is not quiet enough info.

FOUND? It's not an exact match (LWJ eventually overhears that WWX is married, but no clan affiliation is mentioned) but I think #15 could be Unavoidable by diamondbruise (T, 18k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Amnesia, Jealousy, LWJ just is like that idk what to tell you, Misunderstandings, Falling In Love, Again, Happy Ending, it's that thing where they're married but lwj can't remember wwx and they meet again)

FOUND? #15 an effect (without a cause) by astrobandit deleted from ao3 afaik, i have a copy

FOUND? tonight i can write the saddest lines by sarahyyy (G, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Amnesia, Falling In Love, Domestic Fluff) i haven't read this in a while, but "tonight i can write the saddest lines"might be similar?

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16. Hey

I am looking for a fic. In the fic there is a book that explains lwj and juniors find it and use it interpret his expression. @mayavsworld

FOUND? Important Distinctions by nagi_blue (T, 5k, gen, Fluff and Crack, [Podfic] Important Distinctions by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona) )

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17. Hello again, thank you for finding the book for me lastime. So this book is a time travel fix it where wei Ying and peacock go back into the past and run away together to try and find a way to stop the war but they don't know that their clans are watching them, poor lan wangji is so jealous that he wants to kill the peacock. I hope you can find it please! @blackrabbitusako24

FOUND? Wei Wuxian and Jin Zixuan are oblivious Besties ♥ series by Akak_ShadMe (G, 16k, JZX & WWX, JYL/JZX, WangXian, JC & NHS, NHS & WWX, JC/NHS, JC & JZX, LWJ & WN, JZX & WWX Friendship, Time Travel Fix-It, Platonic Relationships, Protective JZX, Confused JC, JZX Lives, Oblivious WWX, Awkward JZX, Angst and Humor, Platonic Cuddling, Fluff, Hurt WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Mental Breakdown, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Feels, Protective JYL, JZX Has Friends, Cuddling & Snuggling, Crack, Good Sibling JC, Crossdressing, JC is So Done, Cinnamon Roll WN, JZN Being an Asshole) i was curious about this so i looked in ao3 and this is what i found closest to the description

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18. Hello,

I'm looking for a wangxian fic, post canon,

where wei ying I'd traveling but can't fall asleep because he has nightmares. So he doesn't sleep at all until the juniors find him. He almost gets hurt and the juniors take him to lan zhan. Lan zhan helps wei ying to sleep.

I think it was only one chapter.

Thanks in advance @smarti1997

FOUND? hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 23k, wangxian, Canon Compliant, discussion of canon character death, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Getting Together, Yearning, Literal Sleeping Together, Really Excessive Amounts of Hurt/Comfort)

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19. Hi! looking for a fic with this description. it may have been deleted. I am not sure who is the creator. I do have an old link to it: lan wangji tries to be a hall monitor but this is not his house, now he's in detention too.

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20. searching for a fic...reincarnated wwx and immortal lwj?

fic search: WWX was reincarnated and LWJ was immortal. Set in modern times. LWJ had a lot of little bits where he hadn't fully caught up with technology. I believe he had adopted LSZ as well? And may have been a music teacher?

I also believe both LWJ and LXC were immortal.

In WWX's modern backstory, he was on the outs with the Jiangs after he had accidentally injured JYL on her wedding day and she bad been in the hospital ever since, so Jin Ling was being raised by Jiang Cheng.

Wen Ning may also have been working at a coffee shop and may have been dating Mo XaunYu

I read it several years ago, possibly around 2021, so it is not at all a recent fic. @kaijuerotica

FOUND? #20 is monotone. I don't remember the author's pen name, but they took it off of AO3 and uploaded it to Google docs

There's a link in this thread

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21. Hiiiii I am looking for a fic i read awhile back. Its a/b/o. I remember it was omega lwj and Alpha wwx. I just remember one scene from, where after they are mated they visit jzx and jyl. Jzx meets lwj privately to give him back his mothers hair pin. Apparently they were previously engaged but i think the lans fell from power so the jins canceled the engagement. Thaaank you 💕

FOUND? all the roads by silverclaw (E, 30k, WangXian, A/B/O, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Enemies to Lovers, Jealous WWX, Protective WWX, Angst, Happy Ending, The first chapter can be read as a complete story, the following tags are for the second chapter, Top WWX, Bottom LWJ, Belly Bulge, Mentions of mpreg but no actual mpreg, Pregnancy Kink)

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[aaronstveit]

20 questions for 20 writers!

tagged by the bestie @afaramir abby thank you so much for giving me an excuse to avoid writing tonight <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 45!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 492,078 and literally a solid quarter of that is from c&b oh i'm laughing.

3. What fandoms do you write for? right now only for les mis but most of my works are trc and in 2019/2020 i wrote a bit for soc and aftg.....

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? oh i'm laughing these aren't even GOOD.... 1. [redacted soc fic] 2. makes me feel a little bit closer to you - pynch clothes sharing fic 3. c&b (my most beloved this is the only valid entry on this list) 4. i ain't gotta tell him (i think he knows) - pynch ithk songfic 5. all the time, all the time (i think of you all the time) - pynch fic where ronan is tutoring adam in art

5. Do you respond to comments? mostly yes! for like a solid 2 years i didn't but now i do again <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ummm i think the only actually angsty ending i have is all too well adansey fic? i'm such a happy ending girlie that's the only one i can think of that doesn't end happily. for obvious reasons.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i like to think pretty much everything i write ends happily but c&b proposal fic is what comes to mind since i finally finished it THREE ENTIRE YEARS LATER very recently

8. Do you get hate on fics? no i have been very lucky so far actually!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? no because i am afraid

10. Do you write crossovers? i do not!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? nope not yet!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? only the theoretical AUs that coco and i like to talk about but never commit to writing <3 although really you could consider coco my cowriter on most of my fics (especially c&b) like so much of them comes from her fr. love you coco <3333

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? oh i can't pick. that's like asking a mother to pick her favorite child. right now those dead gay french revolutionaries have my heart but tomorrow, who knows?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? ugh i hate admitting defeat but. but. i am aware that beloved beloved pynch band fic will probably never be finished. which is a SHAME because i have soooooooo much of it planned out i mean like. i've got full albums designed. most of the beats are mapped out. i've got fake tweets written up, i've got chapter titles and scene drafts. like the entire concept is there and i'm so obsessed with it. but i just. after all these years it is extremely unlikely that i am going to actually, you know. write it.

16. What are your writing strengths? beginnings. i am so good at beginnings. that's why i have so many wips. also i like to think i'm good at dialogue. i try to write conversationally even when it's not actually a conversation and i think that translates well to actual dialogue it's fun.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? endings. i can't end anything to save my LIFE. also just plots in general escape me. and i always end up writing 10k more words than i meant to.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? um other people who can do it definitely should! i however cannot do that. i did however use my extremely limited knowledge of the french language for the section headings in my most recent fic and i like the effect it produced i think.

19. First fandom you wrote for? all evidence of their existence has been wiped from the face of the earth but my very first fics were one star wars fic and one agents of shield fic circa like. 2015.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? legally i'm obligated to say c&b but right now actually i'm still very very happy with how exr rooftop fic turned out. literally the entire time i was writing it i was just having a blast. i love writing angst and stuff it's like chewing on a polly pocket toy. now that i'm evil i never wanna write fluff again. i'm torturing those fictional guys fr.

tagging besties @television-bodies @gingerpeachtea and anyone else who wants to do it! ♡

[rayshippouuchiha]

Void Empress, I got myself into a very nice objectively, but fun trouble that is right now bringing me a headache instead of delight. (I will enjoy it later, I just gotta whine a bit)

I'm getting into a habit of writing a little bit every day: minimum of 500 words, or about so of an idea for a fanfic/headcanon/you get it.

And generally I write these 500-words exercises on a prompt/short outline that I collect (my autistic dragon hoard, I have about 5000 now 😅).

I read an amazing small fic in Naruto, where in Uchiha clan there was tradition of: if the eye with Sharingan was passed not to direct relative, it could be both a marriage proposal and a wedding vow if accepted.

Kakashi got accosted by Mikoto after Obito "died", and after a breakdown in which he spilled what happened, Mikoto told him he is now a widower and to come with her, to change family register.

Today's prompt was: I was wed and widowed in one day.

And I started an outline for a fanfic, in a notebook. I planned for it to include this headcanon about the eyes of Uchiha. Maybe 10k words at max, after I write it.

A page of this notebook fits 500 or so words in my little beady writing, so how. How. HOW did I end up with 5 page outline, that right now:

It is looking to be AT LEAST 50k in writing

Includes Kakashi taking in Sasuke after the Uchiha slaughter. Kakashi spit it to the elders' faces that since he conceded Naruto, gave up on interacting with him as his big brother in all but name, then no way these old bags are stopping him from taking Sasuke, because Kakashi refuses to let another orphan by the village's negligence to wander around the home full of blood of the dead.

Includes Family feels because ain't my baby sunshine staying in his run-down flat on ramenand stale bread, when there's a whole house and a kitchen with stocked pantry.

Includes now SasuNaru, who are first friends and only later on are becoming a couple (I'm on the fence about making it SasuShikaNaru)

Uchiha lore and Uzushio feels, because clans have LEGACY

Survivor guilt of the last member of a great legacy VS What it feels like to find yourself an heir to a legacy bigger than life

Some Chakra headcanons, because every clan has a more-less developed affinity for a type of it, and how they learned Chakra control and jutsus before villages (only like 100-150 years before, they have those manuals still, or I'll eat my shoes)

Kakashi and Kushina feels, because she was his mother in all but blood, and I'll die on this hill. That's why Kakashi knows sealing, that's why Kakashi has Uzumaki history burned into his brain's core, because this knowledge is what he has of her.

Kakashi and Mikoto feels, because she is this aunt/uncle who you really want to impress because their praise and affirmation are actually desired and treasured. Since Obito died, and while Kakashi is a widower, he is still a spouse of an Uchiha, someone needed to teach him the traditions, tell him the legends and teach him the ways and educate on the clan's history. That person was Mikoto: I headcanon that Fugaku belonged to the main line of the clan, and she did not, and it was her family fostering Obito since he was small (he doesn't know his parents in manga, as my wiki check says). By the time Kakashi gets the eye, her parents are too old and ill, and are in elderly care (my headcanon), so it falls on her to do this.

Somehow it went from being centered on Kakashi (who IS the one wed and widowed), to SasuNaru feels and intimacy on entrusting someone with the whole history, culture and Chakra related stuff of your clan (all three are considered the last survivors of their clan, Itachi non-withstanding for being a nukenin) because those two dumbasses dumped their entire clan's lore onto each other and clutched onto it like their lifeline, because this is trust and love and they both are dysfunctional enough to understand it and the meaning of it.

And then I got Shikamaru who noticed that something's going on fast, and while his initial fascination included Naruto only, now it's both of them because Sasuke isn't an onion, he's a damn cabbage with the amount of layers that I'm sad about because I want to write him, and being a cabbage he makes it difficult.

Hilariously, Sakura is dear of mine, and I wanted her to have a role here early on, and she is a friend of Shika's now and a fellow strategist, because she has brain, she just did not know how to fully appreciate its many uses up until Shippuden. And he would be thankful for someone who can be strategic, and thoughtful, and knows what common sense and normality are, because Team 7 is the same, and as such they will need a person like that. The fact that she starts training early on and has Tsunade visiting sometimes to oversee her progress during Academy is a spoil of mine to a character I would love to see treated better by many, starting with the author

Kakashi, much like in your AU about shrieking for help into the window, decided, fuck it, Imma bend the rules as much as I personally can, and then some, and Imma get everyone in on this, so Konoha 12 grow up in Academy and training fields and green yards and cozy tatami: together, squabbling and hissing, but still close, still a generation who connected early, who hold each other dearly.

Jounins and clan heads are SO getting some dirt (straight dirt, no figuratively speaking), because kids are running around mostly together, and train together, and tackle anyone ready to be of use to their progress together. When about 20 kids accost you, and drag into the field, sometimes even the best can't escape the dust.

Which leaves with an amazing concept.

But right now I have two jobs and uni, and finals are coming up, and summer is going to be so busy with work and family time, but I'm now in love with this.

So yeah. This is me whining. Sorry to take your time.

This sounds magnificent and I hope you'll link up all whenever you have something posted.

That being said don't worry about it. It's your idea, your fic, write on it when you can/want to. There's no guilt or shame in being busy and having responsibilities. So even if it's 500 words at a time all that matters is that you're having a good time

[gremlin-bot]

That ain't happening Thursday!

we are back baby!!

I was working on a lot of stuff for fandom events so I really couldn't share a lot. Now that most of that is done I can start on other things! Starting with the sfw part of a Nsfw Brain Dead ship Fic!! it is affectionally named "smut fic, yes the one with star wars" in my wips folder.

Danny had been friends with Tim for over half a year and he has been pining after him for just as long. He is so gone for this boy it's not even funny. Sam and Tucker had been dealing with his lovesick ass the whole time and he can tell they are at their limit.

"Danny, I swear to the Ancients if you don't ask him out or something soon, I'll start growing plants in your dishwasher." Sam lightly threatened after his half an hour long rant about the other boy.

"Sam, no!" Danny pleaded with her from his spot on the floor.

"I'm with Sam on this one, dude. If she doesn't go through with it then I'll keep giving you viruses. You'll be forced to talk to him to get rid of them because I'm sure as hell not doing that for you." Danny cringed at hearing Tucker. Yeah, maybe this was going on too long if Tucker was making threats.

"Fine, if I don't ask him out before the end of spring break you guys can go through with ya threats" The cheers this got from them was in his opinion a bit much.

So here Danny is, with two days left before classes start up again and still too much of a coward to say anything to Tim. He even is tired of his own bullshit at this point, but he is going to fix it today! 

Tim had asked him to come over to watch Star Wars later that night. He planed to ask the other out afterwards, let's just hope he doesn't chicken out. He really doesn't want to hand wash dishes and find a way to fix his computer without Tucker or Tim. 

---------—x—---------

Tim couldn't wait for later tonight. Danny and him were supposed to continue their rewatch and light roasting of Star Wars, with Attack of the Clones being next, it should be a great night. Danny's roasting and general presents always made the nightmare of getting someone to cover his patrols worth it.

His missed patrols did have the side effect of making him a bit restless. He ends up having to workout beforehand to settle himself. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, but this damn proposal meeting is taking forever. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to change out of his workout clothes. Well, guess he can use this as an opportunity to flirt with the other man. He’ll wear some booty shorts and a crop top then. If it doesn't drive Danny up the wall nothing else will. 

Tim really should just ask the other boy out at this point. His crush was getting ridiculous, and it was really a matter of time before he said fuck it and kissed that hot nerd. He almost did before he was interrupted by Danny getting a call. He was going to find the coworker that called Danny in to cover for them that day and steal their left shoes.

Tim internally sighed as another person talked about something that could have just been an email and was barely relevant. God, when will this suffering end.

---------—x—---------

When Tim opened his door, Danny knew he was going to die. 

He was going to die of blood loss because all of his blood is quickly heading to his dick, and it’s all Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne’s fault. Tim was in bright fucking red booty shorts with white trimming. His shirt did not help either! The black hand-cropped top with the cartoon ghost on it was bisected by its uneven cropping. Tim’s slim torso displayed the efforts of his clear workout. A bead of sweat dripped down his torso to his waist line. 

Ancients, he wants to follow it with his tongue. 

Danny snaps his gaze up to Tim’s face, hoping he didn’t get caught with wandering eyes. The other man smirks and steps out of the doorway to let him in. Danny was a fucking goner. A dead man (more than usual) all because of the man in front of him. 

Danny quickly slips his sneakers off and stumbles after Tim. So many questions running through his mind, none he can ask without giving his exact feelings away, if his dick didn’t give half of them away already. 

Fuck, he was pathetic.

He takes a deep breath. He can do this, survive the movie and ask that gorgeous genius out. He just hopes that Tim feels the same.

[renlyslittlerose]

I was tagged by @ragnarlothcat @palfriendpatine66 and @thegrimshapeofyoursmile ❤

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

108! I went over the 100 works mark during kinktober, but I was in such a fuge at that point that I didn't even realize. Woops! Anyways, that is over the course of twelve years, with some blank spots from 2019 to 2022.

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

1,308,673. That's.... that's a lot of words lol.

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Star Wars, but I used to write for Mass Effect and A Song of Ice and Fire. I also wrote Resident Evil and FFVII but we won't talk about that.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Downtown Eastside - By far my most popular fic of any fandom I've written for on AO3. Still can't believe how much traction this fic got, but endlessly pleased and grateful for it.

Cactus Flowers - An A Song of Ice and Fire Cowboy AU haha. I don't even remember writing this, but it still seems to engage readers now and again!

Three Aspects to Loras Tyrell - Another ASOIAF fic. It was just pure smut lol

Soldier's Heart - Another Mass Effect fanfic, exploring my Shepard's struggles upon his survival at the end of ME3. It was a series of therapy sessions between my Shepard and an OC I had created specifically for the story. Lots of themes explored like survivor's guilt and combat PTSD. Still really proud of this one.

Gold in the Air of Summer - And again, an ASOIAF fic from way back in the day. Modern AU, exploring Renly and Loras' relationship during university.

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Or, I try to! I think some get lost in the shuffle because I typically wait a few weeks before I respond. I like to collect a tidy sum and then go through and reply all afternoon 😊

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably one of the FFVII fics we won't be discussing, but I wrote it in response to losing my Canadian grandparents. They passed away one after the other over the course of a few weeks, so I started writing fanfic as a way to cope with the loss and sort through my feelings. But the ending has a major character death so. Not the happiest.

But also, Sacred to the Gods, which was my first Star Wars fanfic I wrote. Has a canon ending with Obi-Wan debating if it'd have been better for him to have killed Anakin and then himself before any of the agony could have happened. Big yikes lol

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A lot of them! Right now I'm thinking about the ending to my obikin fic Ain't No Mountain! Can't get much happier than an obikin proposal~

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Back when I posted on FFnet I did, but that was back in 2007-2011 when the fandom culture had a lot less unspoken rules and niceties. Whenever people say they wish fandom could be like it was in the ~old days, I'm like 'were you guys not on any major website?' Because the hate could get pretty extreme then, too.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yeah, a lot of it 😂 I write whatever sort of smut floats my boat, but I think I'm best known for writing emotional and plot-heavy smut? Like, I want the sex to say something, even if it's just a quick one-shot. Whether it's a character introspection, or looks into the dynamic between the two, or says something about the society they're in or the circumstances surrounding them.

I also like to get a little poetic even if it's just about Obi-Wan licking Anakin's asshole~

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I guess my current fic Of Good Men and Monsters is kiiiiind of a crossover, in that it's set in a Buffy-type universe, with Watchers and Slayers, etc. But it's not a proper crossover as there are no Buffy characters present, nor references to the universe beyond borrowing a few concepts.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep! But again, back in FFnet days.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few, yes! Some of my A Song of Ice and Fire fics were translated into Chinese 🥰

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I have not! But I soon will be... 👀

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Spuffy, but that doesn't count because I haven't written for it. I am tempted to say obikin only because I am currently obsessed with it, but the other ships I've written for will always hold a special place in my heart.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Deine Toten Werden Leben. Another ASOIAF AU. But I don't doubt I'll never finish it - I know I never will. Sorry for those who liked it, but it is the one and only fic thus far I have abandoned.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Evoking strong imagery, I think? Like, dragging the reader into the setting through descriptions of scents, sounds, textures, lighting, etc. I try and keep it to a minimum, though, as I don't want to bog the reader down.

I also think I'm pretty good at writing emotional scenes between characters

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes, for sure. Also, regarding what I am good at, I can also get bogged down in the details at times. Like we don't need multiple descriptions of how Obi-Wan's tummy doesn't feel good because he's anxious. One mention is good enough lol

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

My German grammar is not good enough lol

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

FFVII. I was a big Cloud/Zack fan back in 2006~

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Persimmons and Sandalwood. An obikin fic that just came together without a lot of angst or editing afterwards. I'm still pleased with it and don't mind re-reading it. Close second and third is Moonlight Serenade and Soldier's Heart

I tag whoever hasn't been tagged yet! ❤❤❤

[jubilantscribbler]

Waves back!! Hello my dearest!!

Can I PLEAse get

On my mermaid bullshit again!! VILLAIN AU ROD ORIGINS "My friends need to be punished"????!!!

HELLO!!! MY LOVE!!!

Here are a few snippets and explanations for your good good choices :)

On my mermaid bullshit again

A little fic centered around Rod and my friends' OCs starring Rod's bitey baby cousin who's basically his adopted daughter (Haila) and an unsuspecting love interest who cuts an intimidating silhouette with a tongue to match (Phobos). I think it was inspired by artwork that I'll have to find again but ;) it takes place in a fantasy setting and involves bootleg heist hijinks. This ficlet is a bit outdated tho, since some things changed about Phobos since the last time I worked on this. Ah well!

And of course the shady aquarium just happened to have a weird little girl lingering around the super rare exhibit with the fish seemingly following after her.  And of course this entire scene was setting off too many red flags that screamed, "Leave now or your life will change forever."

But did Phobos listen to the valid little voice in the back of his head?  No, no, of course not.  Of course the weird little girl would see him and make a beeline towards Phobos despite the intimidating figure he cut, mask and all.  Of course the little girl grabbed onto his cloak and tugged with such determination that he couldn't look away.

And of course Phobos looked down and acknowledged her with an annoyed puff of a sigh instead of ignoring her, like he should have done.

"Ex-scooooooooz me!"  She said, and he gave her a glare that she completely ignored.  "But you look like a really strong wizard!  And I need to save a princess!"

He really should have said, "Tough luck, kid", and walked away.  After all, she did say "princess", and he is tremendously gay.

...But at the same time, she said, princess, and princesses have lots of money, don't they?  His plan was to just help the kid, get the cash from the princess, and turn down any marriage proposals she may have had to offer.  So instead, he asked: "Where's your princess?"

And she lit up like he'd just given her the best present ever and maybe it warmed his heart just a bit .

Villain AU Rod Origins

A LONG fic where I elaborate on what happened to my boy Rod that turns him into a "villain" in this au. Greatly influenced by that song, "Hell's Coming with Me". Haila is also a major player here.

"Get out, clean your damn self up." His uncle points towards the hallway as the rest of the family parts. "And maybe once you remember your manners, we'll consider lettin' you have some supper."

Sure. Rod marches out the room and makes a beeline for Haila's room. He ignores how the voices quickly become lively again as they laugh at his expense and gently sets her down on her bed. Haila sniffles and wipes her eyes roughly. Another whines escapes her when her tears don't stop, so he shushes her gently and kneels down. "Hey now," he coos softly, "it's alright."

"Sorry," she says again, hands twisting up in the hem of her shirt, "they got mad because of me, and they- they-"

"Sweetheart, don't pay them no mind." He ruffles her hair, noting how she doesn't look at him. No doubt, he's a sight for sore eyes. Sighing, he takes his bandanna and dabs at his face. It does nothing to stop the bleeding, but at least his vision clears. "Haila," he says, looking around her room and finding her backpack, "can you be a dear and start packin'?"

She flinches and curls into herself. "Are you getting rid of me...?"

"No, sweetpea, don't even let that thought take root." He grabs her backpack and hands it to her. "We're leavin'. Both of us."

"...Just us?"

"Just us."

She finally looks up at him, before looking away with shame. "Sorry," she says again. He sighs through his nose and pulls her into a hug. Haila curls up in his arms and sniffles again.

"What'd I tell ya? It ain't your fault. None of this is. But I ain't standin' for you gettin' hurt. Especially not by them. So no apologies. They hurt you first. You did nothin' wrong. Okay?"

"...Okay."

"Thatta girl." He pulls away and offers her a smile, even though she doesn't look up to see it. "Now pack your things and wear your warmest clothes."

"What if I can't fit everything?"

"Then you take all your important things first. I'll probably have space in my bag, but grab your favorite things, then put in as many clothes as you can. Okay?"

"Okay..." She puts on her most determined face and hops off her bed. "I'll do it."

"Good girl." He pats her head. "I'll only be a sec. Need to grab my things too."

Haila rocks on her heels before looking back up at him. "Come back soon?"

"Faster than you can blink." He winks, and he can feel the way the cuts tug and stretch with the action. Still, Haila gives him a shy smile, and that's all he needs before he quickly steps out and heads to his room.

"My Friends Need to be Punished"

An OOOOOLD WIP that I made because one of friends said some CURSED SHIT with a couple of others that involved my boy, so I was like, "IM GONNA KILL HIM AS PUNISHMENT". It takes place in the Pokemon: Legends Arceus universe and involves Ingo, My Boy, the clan leaders, and Kamado. I got carried away and started writing A Lot about in-universe politics so I had to step back LMAO.

From what Rod had told him, Akari had been attacked by a school of Tentacool being lead by an alpha Tentacruel. The fisherman had been in the area when he saw her fall from Lord Basculegion's back and fail to resurface. He had been quick to rescue her, but the jellyfish pokemon refused to leave the fisherman unscathed. Rod had only just recently removed the bandages from his arms and legs, revealing the new additions to his collection of Tentacool sting scars. Ingo reaches out and gently grasps Rod's arm, feeling over the new healing scars as Rod answers without pause.

"She's doing better. She can tread water now at least. Getting less skittish even when she doesn't have Lord Basculegion around to hold onto."

"Mmmm." The newer scarring wraps around Rod's arm like a grip. He wishes he'd been there to help. Maybe the fisherman would have less scars if Ingo had been there. Maybe-

"Hey." A hand reaches forward to cup Ingo's cheek, his thumb gently brushing underneath his eye. "You're not gettin' all twisted up over these scars again, are you?"

Ingo meets Rod's gaze long enough to see the fondness that's settled in his brown eyes before looking away. "It... bothers me. How many scars you have."

"I hate to break it to ya this way, but the ocean is just as dangerous as those cliffs you like to clamber over so much."

"I would like to believe that I could have prevented some of these." His thumb runs over one of the more prominent scars, tissue running a dark pink line against sunkissed skin. If only he could kiss it away. "Perhaps it's a show of my ego, but I do like to believe that I can at least protect you from some of the dangers that lurk in Hisui's lands."

"Oh, sweetheart," Rod breathes out, "you do more than you realize, I hope you know."

"I feel as though I could be doing more."

"We're both alive, aren't we?" A soft chuckle draws from Rod as Ingo releases his arm. "We're both alive, and that's all that matters right now."

"Hmm." He clings to the hand cupping his cheek and leans into Rod's touch. It'll have to do, he supposes. But still. "Let me protect you, one of these days."

"Maybe, when I'm not the one protecting you," Rod teases lightly, earning an amused huff from Ingo. "Ah, there we go! One of your special li'l smiles." He lifts his gaze up to meet Rod's as the fisherman's familiar bright smile chases away the lingering dread in his chest. "It'll always be a good day if I get to see you smile."

"You're being ridiculous."

"Ridiculous is a strong word. I think I'm being a modest amount of silly, thank you kindly."

Ingo can't help the snort that escapes him as he presses a small kiss to Rod's palm. As the fisherman sputters, Ingo muffles a laugh against his palm despite blushing from his own action.

"Ah," a voice calls out from behind them, "the love of two young, old men!"

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

What are your DCLA oneshots?

Since I constantly update it, it's hard to write lists since it would be outdated quickly. But sure.

I won't include the collections where there's several oneshots, like the events or my sleepover oneshot collection, only the ones posted as one oneshot.

Bia oneshots:

What I'm trying to say is... Celeste comes out, basically

Fist fighting lesbians in a mall Well... self-explanatory lol

Soy Luna oneshots:

My boyfriend named Jim A rewrite of 1x73, where Jim has decided to have a different solution to her boy problem

What's that got to do with us? Monica thinks Nina and Luna are dating for some reason

Nuevo año, que divertido The gang celebrates New Years Eve. There's some crossovers going on

The Red Shorts So I have this really funny headcanon about Luna that... well...

You can talk first What if Luna spoke first in 3x10?

It's always been my best friend I had been joking so much about Lunina and I still very jokingly ship them, but I decided I probably needed to write something about it

I don't know where, but I don't think you know either Jim and Yam buy christmas presents for each other

Feliz Navidad, prospero año y felicidad Christmas celebrations!

The Lumbar skate "date" That scene in canon we never got

No one's really straight Well basically Ámbar learns no one is straight. It's a bit outdated because I have changed headcanons of some characters and I did rewrite it in my pride collection. But I'm still keeping this up.

Party is spooky (or whatever) Halloween at Jam and Roller!

A rodar mi amor My first SL fic ever. created it after just having seen S1 and noticing there was no Jim/Yam fics at the time. I was like "ok this needs fixing!" so I fixed it

Violetta oneshots:

If you don't make it, then try it again Ludmila and Naty are having a child, but Ludmila has some doubts about it. Meanwhile, Violetta has to choose between Leon and Francesca. Lots of stuff happen.

Prospero f-ing año New Years party! Includes some crossovers

All you here is the thunder crashing in the sky An alternate universe where Violetta never got taken away for 12 years, meaning she got a normal childhood and Angie was always around. So here's random scenes from how her life turned out because of that.

All that's left to do is just for me to pop the question Franletta proposal!!! <3

A day out with tía Violetta is 2 years old and gets babysat by Angie for the day

I ain't afraid of no rides Camila and Naty are at an amusement park together

That must be her hand Francesca and Violetta troll their fans

Navidad, Navidad, hoy es navidad The gang has a christmas party!

Spooky party (or something) Halloween fun

We can do this together (I bet you feel better when you're dancing) Francesca teaches Violetta to dance

Angie's babysitting adventures Another Angie babysitting oneshot, this time she has her friends with her and Violetta can't even walk

The kissing scene Camila and Naty's off screen practice in 3x77

Behind the rock Ok I had a dream about Violetta characters doing stuff, so I wrote it down to a fic

You said no boys? Germán forbids Violetta to date boys, so she dates girls

Show me how to fly I made one (1) Leonetta oneshot and it was this one

[secretaryunpaid]

@jerzwriter, I’m truly appreciative that you were able to read this 🥰!!!

I am still reading through TNA book 2, I got pissed off when they brought Addison back from the dead, so I stopped reading 🤣🤣🤣. Like a kid throwing a tantrum that affects nothing 🤣🤣🤣.

Sam lost custody during the divorce and death of his wife Alina. They are actually the biological children of King Liam (my TNA-TRR crossover introduction to writing TRR).

Sam neglected his wife’s clear warning while they were in Milan… and she ended up finding comfort in the arms of another. Liam was just the spare Prince at the time and had no idea that Alina was married. When the confession of her marriage occurred, it was already too late. Leo told Liam not realizing beforehand that his new love was the wife of an American billionaire, on the day he was about to propose marriage to her and introduce her to the then current King and Queen of Cordonia. Before he could propose, Leo abdicated and his entire world crumbled 🥺 (found in my Blue Grotto fics).

Liam came to New York to claim his boys, but Vivian Dalton mediated and an emergency called Liam back to Cordonia, giving Sam more time with the boys. Witnessing his wife’s behavior after killing Anton Edison (The Queen Returns) made Liam very hesitant to have her around children, so this delay provided another means to an end.

As for the unbelievable "soothing", Beyonce can get on her knees, but Sam Dalton can't ...

Although I am writing fiction, my intimacy is never based on nonfiction, and it always makes me pray that much harder for those who have yet to find a partner to connect with on these levels. (*Gives silent prayer... Amen*) You can tell those who have never ventured, and setting limitations for oneself is nothing that I disagree with... but when it comes to speaking against someone else's experience, one should not knock what they have not tried... Best way to miss out on things, for sure! Truly, how can they judge? Meh, easily and incorrectly... but, to each their own I say. I am just not of the group that chooses to limit themselves. (Filtered to the best of my abilities... I do not intend to offend. Proof lies with the person who questions.)

This Virgo ain't no Virgin, lol.

I will definitely tag you in the second part! Thank you again for reading, commenting, tagging, and sharing !!!!!

The Long Goodbye...

Rating: Mature

Warning: Intimacy, the feeling of loss

Word Count: 3500 approximately

The Long Goodbye…

It was time…

He wasn’t ready, although he thought he would be…

Boys, get your scarves, Dahlia and I are going to take you on a stroll through Central Park, and then we are taking a trip together to visit someone special to you that you haven’t met yet. Saying “special” cut like a heated knife through his heart, but it would not take away from the fact that he is someone special to them, as he was to their mother… another bitter fact that Sam had come to accept. It had taken him time, but he knew that brooding over the fact wouldn’t change a single ounce of the truth that had burned in his mind and heart for some time now.

He had given him time to adjust to his request for his sons, but would that time ever be enough? No way that it could ever be. Although they were not his biological sons, they had made him the man he was today. For if they had not been born, he would never have found it within himself to care more about his own life… It had been their births that grounded him. Watching the pain ripping through Alina as she so bravely pushed each one into the waiting hands of a very proud father, eventually cutting their cords after the desired time she’d ask them to wait… the last moments they would be totally dependent on her alone for their survival finally showed Sam exactly what he had been taking for granted.

Looking back on it made things bittersweet. How could the best memories of his life be stained with untruth? But he wouldn’t allow any deception to taint his relationship with his boys, until they could no longer reside with him he would give them his all. So, today would start their long goodbye… Mini trips to fun locations and a walk down memory lane, ending in the very place he’d discovered his wife in the arms of none other than their true father. 

Sighing, Dahlia takes his hand and pulls him into a tight hug. “We will get through this, Sam. It won’t be easy, but we will. This doesn’t truly have to be goodbye. I don’t see that you could be kept out of their lives after raising them to be such fine young boys. Their brilliance and love of life is all because of you. Yes, Alina had her share in giving them love early on, but after… Well, love, that was all you!” He bends and rests his chin atop her head, steadying his anxiety in her firm hold of him. She always did have a way of calming the worst storms brewing within him. “Let’s go, we have a lot of activities ahead of us, and our boys are anxious… “

Once at the park, the boys inquired about every scientific thing that they could think of, from the color change in the leaves, to the contrasting landscape, to why they seemed to react differently to the cool weather… Dahlia had on a wool trench, while Sam just had a knit sweater and scarf thrown over his neck and shoulders, but a thin turtleneck was the only protection against the chilling breeze. The boys both had on their fleece lined jackets with hats, scarves and gloves. 

It was fascinating to listen to Dahlia explain the body’s mechanisms for regulating body temperature, the boys eagerly giving their own examples, missing the heated looks between the two adults whose bodies were joined at the sides, arms wrapped around each other like anchors to keep them both from losing themselves in these moments… How would their days be without the energy and life the boys brought throughout their days?

Thoughts were broken as they came across a cart vendor selling the most alluring scented hot drinks and pastries. Answering before the boys’ excitement could settle enough to ask, they followed the boys at a much slower pace to the smiling older gentleman who was reciprocating the smiles plastered on the boys’ faces. As they animatedly discussed which sweets would be best and to see if they could get away with more than one, Dahlia held a quick conversation with Sam which ended in a sweet kiss caught by the boys just as it was ending. “Eewwww, more kissing!” 

“That’s what love looks like, young men, now… what can I get for you?” This man reminded them of Carter once they gave a closer look, but maybe it was just his gentle nature that made them think of him. “Well boys, since we grossed you out just now, I’m sure you won’t want anything but a hot drink, right?” Sam teased them, knowing that they’d plead for more and it would divert them from witnessing their mature actions. As they protested, Dahlia nudged Sam to give in just this once and let them have their pick of things to their delight. After drinks and goodies were purchased, their walk continued until they reached the pond and park benches.

“Your dad and I will sit here while you two explore this area in front of us, but stay in sight, okay.” The boys head straight for the carousel, and once on, chase each other around it until they find just the right spot. As the carousel turns, intermittently waving and calling out to the boys, Dahlia turns to Sam with puzzlement over his distant expression. “Do we get to discuss more about this? I still don’t know who this mysterious father could even be.”

He finally turns to look at her with tearful eyes. “I know it’s asking a lot, but I don’t think it’s something that I can discuss right now. I just want to fully enjoy the remainder of our days together as a complete family. I will explain more on the last leg of our vacation. I am, however, anxious to meet your sister! Is she anything like you?”

“Way to deflect from unwanted conversation, mister… but, not so much. Riley and I are two very different people. Although, she did marry my brother-in-law not truly knowing anything about him… That is similar to us, but I knew a lot about you… You just didn’t see that knowing everything about me would change things. But to add more, Riley carried a lot of the responsibility for me. Our parents traveled for work and were hardly ever present in my life. My Grandma Addie was my lifeline… but after she passed on, it was pretty much Riley. I went off to college at an early age, and Riley eventually went off to medical school but left to pursue “anything different” to quote her directly. She was pretty much a professional student, but our grandmother always told us that you can’t ever have too many degrees behind your name. Life played out a lot differently for me, but I do have my Master’s in Chemistry, Bachelors in Biochemistry and Psychology.”

Sam barely heard much of what Dahlia was saying, eyes flicking between her and the carousel, taking in how excited and carefree the twins were. This had never been his childhood, groomed from an early age to be in the public eye, from his grandfather’s prominent status to his father’s need to surpass the image of his father. He couldn’t help reliving the day of their birth, changing their diapers for the first time when handling them both on his own… a bet he’d made with confidence to his wife that he could handle the task alone and with precision, but two blowouts proved otherwise. He didn’t think something so small could hold so much, but they did, and it was like a competition brewing between them already, or their first ever prank. His memory of dropping them off for their first day of school brings a smile to his face, but is quickly interrupted by the boys’ screaming as they played tag after having gotten off the carousel and playfully raced back towards the two of them. 

Standing, he reaches for her hand with a sad smile which causes her to pause, but she offers him her hand. Pulling her into him for a tight hug, he kisses just behind her ear as he whispers, “I love you, you know that?” As she leans to try to guess his mood, he kisses her on the lips quickly before taking her hands and kissing them before interlacing their fingers together so that they could continue their evening of fun. Each feels Mickey and Mason slide up against their exposed sides, simultaneously ruffling their hair as the boys protest, “Where to next, Dahlia?” She looks at Sam and says, “You boys up to pillaging and plundering a castle?”

“There’s a real castle?” 

“Yes, in the center of Central Park. We have to fight off other pirates as we climb to the top. We’ll need to get to the lookout to search for the potential locations the treasure has been buried. Race you there!” 

“Ugh, dad! Dahlia’s too fast! Catch her!” He can’t help falling into the feeling of family and gives chase, hearing the boys yell, “faster, faster, she is getting away!” Gaining on her quickly with his long strides, he catches her at the waist and spins her around. As he begins to lower her to the ground, the boys join in hugging her waist and laughing, “You’re fast, but not faster than dad!”

“Yeah, duh!!! Do you see those long legs! That’s why I needed the headstart! But… since you don’t know the way, my little admirals, you’ll just have to stay close and follow me!” His heart pangs with knowing these are the final moments with his family in this way. He is so thankful that Dahlia is taking charge of this adventure in his stead because he is slowly crumbling inside and fighting hard not to fall weak in front of the boys.

How had he taken them for granted all of this time … allowing their grandparents the better part of their time? Arm draped around her shoulder, he quietly thanks her for all that she is doing today and he shows his gratitude later when they are alone, kissing the top of her head. She isn’t used to seeing Sam in such a vulnerable state and begins to worry about him. She won’t probe him further about it now, just keep the boys occupied to give him this bit of instant relief.

Finally making it to the top spiral of the castle’s tower, they make a dramatic scene of spotting creatures and pirate ships sailing towards them in the icy lake below. “We can’t let them get our treasure, Admiral Mason!” “No chance of that, Admiral Mickey! We have Dahlia and dad to fight them off for us!” Sam makes a display of suiting up in armor and weaponry as Dahlia fires shots from the imaginary cannons and yells back for Sam to man the bow chaser. Brandishing his cutlass, he screams out pirate jargon and then throws grenades as he runs to the cannon to finally sink the closest ships. Celebrating in triumph, they all perform a signature dance move and fall down in a fit of laughter.

Once hydrated, they move on throughout Central Park, making their way back towards Hyland Planetarium, the place where Dahlia had taken them on her first attempt at babysitting them for Sam. This would be another painful moment, unable to be hidden. “Dad, why are you so sad?”

Both boys rush to take a hand, somberly gazing up into his eyes awaiting some response. 

Every Breath You Take… Aaron Krause  link2

Sam pulls them into a tight side hug, reassuring them that he isn’t sad (a blatant understatement, but a little white lie told to not dampen their moods), but just remembering their happiest moments together (not a lie, but a mask for what he truly feels). As they make their way to their preferred row of seating, the lights begin to lower. After calling out as many of the ones they recognized in competition, the boys noticed a new set they had never seen before, a mirror image representing identical twins. Sam had arranged for the boys to have their own constellations named after them, so that no matter where they were in the world, as long as they were looking up at the starry night sky, there would always be a constant reminder of how much he loved them even though they may be apart. 

“Wow, dad! You really had them named after us?”

“I sure did! I even bought you an advanced telescope so that you can help to discover more… even if they can’t be documented, you boys can have the pleasure of writing your own worlds in the stars above.” Dahlia leaned in close as Sam lifted his arm for her to cuddle into him.The tears in her eyes were apparent, but the boys didn’t catch on due to their excitement of air tracing their very own constellations. Dahlia remembers the exact evening Sam discussed the idea with his mother when they visited her for dinner, and slowly the pieces begin to stitch together. This is what had motivated all of these unexpected yet sentimental acts from Sam. 

Vivian had discussed having their ceiling mimic this exact view with Liam, and he’d agreed to have the renovations completed by the time of their arrival. She made sure that he knew the things the boys were accustomed to and had already begun shipping things unable to be found in Cordonia out of her need to have some control in this unfortunate situation. Liam was beyond grateful for every bit of information he had been privy to because this was already going to be a major change… one, not even he could be sure that Riley or Cordonia would be openly receptive to.

One last car ride with Carter… this time, both sit up front, after a dare made by Mickey that Mason wouldn’t be able to convince Sam to allow this to ever happen, and if by some rare chance he did, he would stop teasing him about the bedwetting prank he’d pulled on him, never mentioning it again to anyone. He’d teased Mason long and hard over this, making sure to tell anyone that would listen to his comedic rantings, so there was no way that Mason wouldn’t give this a try. To Mickey’s disbelief, all Mason had to do was ask and Sam gave in with a gentle smile, rustling his curls saying, “Just this once!”

His strength had completely faltered, and there was no way that he would be able to thwart the onslaught of questions the boys would have given on the journey home. They wouldn’t continue to believe that he was the nostalgic father he’d previously explained their prior concerns away with. The moment the town car began its designated route to the airport, Sam sank down into Dahlia’s lap, his head heavy and eyes brimming with the unshed tears he had been willing away the entire day.

As she gently stroked his beard, she softly pleaded for him to talk to her. Knowing the details may allow her to comfort him better, but he delays the conversation by planting kisses on her inner thigh through her clothing, moving to place a kiss on her mound before easing his way up to kiss her with such a needy force that she abandons any and all conversation. Unfastening the button with a mere hook of his finger and quickly dragging the zipper down, he buries his face in her crotch, teasing her clit as his hands squeeze her thighs… slowly dragging her forward to allow him better access.

“Sam, I love the way you feel right now, but what about the partition?” Only stopping to lean backward to lock the window access to the back of the town car, he turns and eyes her with such adoration in his eyes that she feels her wetness increasing. 

It will take at least an hour to reach the private hanger, where Sam’s plane has been prepped for him to take his family up for the first leg of their air travel. He’s never taken the boys up but feels that this would be the perfect way to ease them into the much longer flight ahead of them. What better way to show his boys how cool their dad is? Their dad…

Desperately needing to get out of his head, he gave her only one instruction, “Don’t make a sound!” The roughness in his kiss suffocated any spurning her mind insisted upon knowing that the boys could potentially hear or see her intimate behavior, soft whispers and cries escaping her. When Sam desired comfort in this way, she knew that whatever was grating on his mind would unravel through the most intense touch he could offer her, and she could barely contain her anxiety to absorb every ounce of feeling that he would pour into her.

He thought that this was finally smothering the feeling of abandonment that haunted him, but her repetitive whisper, “Oh, baby!”, would remind him of the words that escaped Alina’s mouth as he held her, nestled in his lap with each new baby boy held secure in her arms as he firmly surrounded hers… “Oh baby, look how peaceful and beautiful they are!” The push and pull between reality and memory almost proved to be overwhelming, but he would soon remedy this. 

Taking her faster would cause her words to falter, only allowing room for her to attempt catching her breath while moaning her elation, but this would only set him back to square one, answering questions he wanted to avoid. Lapping the remnants remaining of her first orgasm, he unbuttons his shirt, hurriedly ripping it from his torso just before leaning back on his knees to unbuckle his belt.

Dahlia is already upright on her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants and freeing his pulsing erection, straddling it before he’s even removed the belt completely. A pointless idea now abandoned, he steadies her thighs in his grip as she grinds on him, kissing him with as much passionate energy as she felt coursing through her just moments ago. She feels so damned good taking him as he sits idle, enjoying the feel of her using him to bring a climax and hard release that has her trembling around him, embracing him as she pants so heavily that syncope is near.

Sam is still so conflicted in his heart that his release is stunted each time he is on the brink. Only taking complete control will allow him to escape everything consuming him. Dahlia has no recovery time. Sam lifts her and crawls forward pinning her sideways on the seat as he drives into her hard and fast at first, but slows to give him more time. Both watch as he slowly sheaths himself fully within her, withdrawing at the same pace but lifting upward to intensify the feel of him against her clenching walls.

Stretching her each time as his excitement floods into a near-painful hardness, he finally knows that the time has come to empty all thoughts as he forces himself into her not pulling away any longer but pushing with a deep grind that has her clawing and gripping his arms as he hovers close to her. The buildup to their release becomes so powerful there’s a tightness in his chest and he is almost unable to breathe. One arm holds her tightly against him just below her shoulder blades as his other hand cups her ass, lifting her into his deep strokes, whispering for her to get ready, he’s about to flood her.

She holds tightly around his neck as his grind forces her upward, burying her head until she feels she may scream. “Kiss me, Sam!” He can’t have her talking loudly or screaming. She audibly pouts at his withdrawal, her body now torturously aching to be filled. Unable to protest because Sam repositions and fills her mouth instead, “Take it!” He stretches over her and begins to kiss and suck her orgasm from her as she does him, both grinding wildly against each other’s faces.

Release !!!  Finally, a delicious release drowned in barely audible hissing and shivering moans… “Mmmmhm, Sam!!” It takes everything within him to remain silent, but he has to maintain this restraint… The boys can’t know why he so freely agreed to Mason’s request, although this wasn’t necessarily the primary reason. Lazily readjusting themselves and their clothing, “Talk later?” Yawning, her only reply, “Mmmm…” Reaching into the console to retrieve a light fragranced cologne bottle, he squirts a few sprays onto their clothing to mask their adult activities before relaxing back into the seat and holding Dahlia against him as they await arrival at the hanger.

Was this long goodbye truly the best idea? Sure, it gives him more time, but it would still come to an end with the same result… letting go… How the hell was he supposed to do this?

{To be continued...}

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LAW & ORDER: SVU / One Chicago MASTERLIST

Mostly Law & Order: SVU (Titles are links to the stories on AO3.) All stories contain language my mother would not approve of and I have yet to unlock the achievement of writing a story without a happy ending.

Mostly M/M Barisi and Stucky but also Dorisi. Also M/W with Peter Stone, Mike Dodds, and Chicago Fire Otis

I also have a Captain America / MCU Masterlist. (Or I will, and I'll link to it when it's done.)

LAW & ORDER: SVU:

Stories about Barisi, Dorisi, Peter Stone, and Mike Dodds. Also Chicago Fire Otis.

I Remember You

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, Sonny Carisi whump, Rafael Barba whump (about the Sonny Carisi whump)

Sonny and Rafael are blissfully happy together. In fact, they're two weeks out from their wedding. After Sonny is assaulted by a perp during a raid, however, he can't remember anything about the last ten years, including law school. Or Rafael.

It's Complicated

Rafael Barba / Original Female Character Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, enemies to lovers, Dorisi!

There's a new forensic psychiatrist working with SVU, and a rapist stalking NYC. Dr. Francisca Rojas and ADA Barba find that they're each the type the other detests, but they have to work together. Their frequent loud arguments in Spanish don't really hide the fact that they're also wildly attracted to one another. Then something happens that complicates everything, and Barba finds himself off the case. The squad is doing all they can, and Barba is helping, although his reasons infuriate Frankie. Two bonus "afterward" chapters because I liked this AU so much.

If I Ain't Got You

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, hilariously bad Photoshop

Sonny and Rafael are just minding their own business, enjoying a crush neither knows is mutual, until Sonny shaves off that ridiculous mustache and turns out to be brilliant. These adorable idiots find their way to one another and, when things get serious, they introduce each other to their families. The problem? Mama Carisi instantly and permanently HATES Rafael. Rafael wants to propose, but he won't make Sonny choose between him and his family. Which means Rafael has to choose, at the cost of everything he's ever wanted.

One Little Three-Letter Word

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Angst, pining, shifting POV between Rafael and Sonny, fluff

On cross-examination, the defense asks a Very. Dangerous. Question. Sonny answers yes, and changes Rafael's whole world. With no idea what to do about it, Rafael gets a little help from Carmen and Rita.

There For Each Other

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Angst, Rafael Barba whump, smut, fluff

Rafael Barba loses a trial that should've been a slam dunk, and comforts himself by looking through his wedding pictures. He gets to reminiscing about how he cared for Sonny when Sonny was hurt, pretending all the while to be annoyed and convincing no one. He remembers how caring led to love. Sonny interrupts Rafael's walk down memory lane by making Rafael leave work early with him. It's Sonny's turn to care for Rafael, but the kind of caring Rafael needs isn't so gentle...

Pathetic

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Angst, pining, POV shifts between Sonny and Rafael

Rafael Barba has been gone for two years following his trial. He left Sonny Carisi without even saying goodbye. And Sonny is pissed.

Rafael thought he was doing the right thing. Now he's back, and willing to do anything, because he can't go one more day without Sonny.

Afterlife

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Short one-shot, just a mood

They always expected that Rafael, being older, would go first. But he didn't. When he does, Sonny's there to meet him. No, really. That's it. That's the fic.

No One Else

Dominic "Sonny" Carisi / Original Female Character Story, smut, fluff, angst, pining, ADA Carisi

Detective Sonny Carisi falls helplessly in love with OC Kate Kinsella. But when his dreams begin to come true, they realize there is simply no way that either one of them can see to get married when he’s in Manhattan with his wagon hitched to a star and she’s in Brooklyn making a name for herself. They have no choice but to give up on the idea that they can be together. So they say goodbye before they end up destroying something that is sacred to both of them.

Years later, Assistant District Attorney Carisi tries a case in which Kate is a witness, and they realize it's not over. It's never been over, for either of them. But someone will do anything to keep Kate from having Sonny.

A Little Too Undercover

Dominic "Sonny" Carisi / Original Female Character Short, smutty one-shot

Sonny Carisi goes undercover with his female partner, and they get a little too into their roles.

El Amor Todo Lo Puede (L&O / Chicago PD / Chicago Med / Chicago Justice / Chicago Fire Crossover)

Peter Stone / Original Female Character; Rafael Barba / Original Female Character; Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz / Original Female Character Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, action. (This is the first fic I ever posted so be kind.) Peter Stone is forced to leave the love of his life, OC Laura Parker, because he can't watch her destroy her life with her alcoholism. She gets sober but loses her job at Chicago Med, and goes to work for Hank Voight at Chicago PD. She begins dating Mouse, and she and Peter rekindle their friendship, although there's no going back to love. When Mouse returns to Afghanistan and Peter's father dies, the two travel to New York for his funeral and decide to stay. That's when Laura meets Rafael Barba, and falls head over heels in love. The last thing Rafael wants is a relationship, but tell that to his heart.

Alternative endings: You can stop at Chapter 50 or keep reading for a different conclusion.

The Best Laid Plans

Peter Stone / Original Female Character Smuttiest smut I ever smutted. A/B/O universe. Peter Stone whump. Accidentally got a little plot on my porn.

When one of the SVU detectives goes into heat early, Peter gives her a ride home for safety reasons. Although Alpha Peter knows it's not a great idea professionally, that doesn't stop him from offering to stay. And that's when they realize just how compatible they really are.

Under the Influence

Peter Stone / Original Female Character A short, smutty one-shot

Peter meets a very successful female attorney when they take a case neither of them should be working on, and neither of them want to be. But they are both struck by lightning the minute they meet.

Becoming Mike

Mike Dodds / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Smut, angst, pining, coming out to parents, Father/Son relationship between Chief Dodds

Mike Dodds had no idea when he accepted the job as the new Sergeant for Manhattan SVU that he'd be blindsided by meeting Sonny Carisi. Sonny is the man of Mike's dreams, and absolutely off-limits. At least, as far as Mike is concerned. Sonny has other ideas. How Mike learned to stop living the life his father wants for him, and figured out what Mike wants.

Best That You Can Do

Mike Dodds / Original Female Character Smut, Enemies as lovers (and enemies to lovers), angst, pining, everybody whump, married Barisi!

When Chief Dodds sees his son, Mike, with his staff member, OC Kaitlyn Myers, he realizes she's perfect for him. The Chief really likes Kaitlyn, and he knows she's exactly Mike's type. He's right. Within hours of meeting in Chief Dodds' office, Mike and Kaitlyn have a wonderful, steamy night together. Things are looking great until the next morning, when Mike makes a HUGE mistake. But Chief Dodds doesn't know that. So he goes ahead with his little matchmaking scheme. Kaitlyn is determined to stay far away from Mike, but somehow they keep finding themselves having sex... After Mike is killed in the line of duty, Chief Dodds will never forgive her for rejecting him, and neither will she.

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Never Letting You Go Ch 7

Summary: Here is a very long fic for @writer-wednesday. This one took a mind of its own. This chapter in my never letting you go is a special one. A wedding. in other words. yall might need a tissue. 

Warning: mentions a trouble past. Benny And Santi being their normal selves

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Fall has arrived. Meant pumpkins on all of the porches inside,and outside of town. Fall also means festivals to honor the season before Halloween. The season is a good time to get a nice run before starting the day. Will,  Frankie, Benny, and Santi went off on their three mile run. Good reason to chit chat about stuff. The subject of the day was the wedding date for the trio. Has been a few months since the proposal.  Way they asked you was so unconventional, but a beautiful way to ease your mind. 

Sitting on Garcia/Miller's porch. Santi sits down," I'm telling all of you. We can't narrow down the date. Sunshine has her exams coming up. The fight clinics . Not to mention the holidays. We will tell the rest of the families. Promise. " 

Taking a big gulp of water from his bottle, " Y'all are stallin. Sam and I already set ours. If you want? Maybe I can help.." Benny rolls his eyes to that remark, " Ain't stallin. Like Pope said. Can't pinpoint the right time. If it were me? Would marry her during the upcoming festival. " Others look at him with a big smile, " that's not a bad idea! Little One's last final is in a few days.  What a beautiful way to celebrate. Think we could get things done in time?" 

After finishing up another final. One more to go before you can say you are a professional masseuse. Then you can focus on another thing.  The wedding.  Wish will finally come true. Marrying the loves of your life. Issue on the date was hard to narrow down.  Want that important time to be a memorable one. Everyone that knows you well enough knows what you want.  Simple with close family and friends.  Sitting at a coffee shop that Santi told you about.  Sipping a pumpkin spice latte.  Looking at your phone for some ideas. Suddenly a familiar voice filled the air.  Santi's sister Andie. The baby of the family.  Whom she met a week after moving into town. Sitting in front of her," one more final girlfriend! Then your new adventure begins! So spill . What's going on in that head of yours. Maybe I can help. Know i can . " Taking a breath, " wedding. I know we haven't officially set a date. Feel like the boys are.. you know anxiously awaiting. Hell! Could have one on Halloween.  Fat chance! Want a time that's not too hot or cold. " Taking your hand. Andie looks into your eyes, " I know sis. If I know the lug head of a brother.  He wouldn't pressure you. How about doing what my mom and dad did? Put a date on a piece of paper. Put it in a hat. Date three of you pull out is the date." Trying not to laugh, but that might not be a bad idea. 

After Andie left the shop. She received a text from Santi: 

Pope : hey short stuff. Come over to the house.  We have something planned for Sunshine.  If you can? Pass the info to mama. 

Andie: I will. Bout to head over to her house. Can you just give me a hint? 

Pope: just get to the house. All will be explained.  

Meanwhile,  back at the house. Will didn't have to text Sam. She was at home when he told her to come over. Sitting down on the couch, " care to share what is so important? I have things to do before work. If it's about yall going on those deadly missions? I'm gonna kill you!" Will tried to calm her down, " Look at me Sweetpea,it's not that. Just have to wait till Andie ,and mama G comes. So chill!" 

Andie and mama arrived. Santi kissed them both. Till she pinched her son's ear," why am I the last one to know about the engagement to Sunshine? Bad boy! Now we are here. What's going on?" 

Both men took a deep breath. Santi was the first one to speak, " the reason why we asked you all here is that. We are Planning a surprise wedding for Sunshine.  She has been through so much in her life. Thought  we do something special.  Since it's now Fall. Her favorite season. Thought we had a country theme.  That's where you ladies come in. Decorations,  flowers,  dresses. While us men figure out the venue." Benny's eyes lit up," I know just the place. The very spot. Here! In our backyard.  Nothin fancy. Perfect way to start over.  Yes, we have done this already.  " clearing his throat.  Frankie speaks up," not a bad idea young Miller.  We all have fall-like themes at our homes. Now.. we have an elephant in the room.  Someone spilled the beans. Benny?" 

You pulled up to the driveway to see a familiar car.  Thinking nothing about it. Opening the door to hear familiar voices coming from the far end of the living room.  Sounds of Benny's deep voice," I'm not gonna do such a thing. The wedding will be something Sunshine needs.. oh hi little one how long have you been standin there," putting down your bag and keys on the couch.  Tapping her foot, " wedding? What? Without consulting me?! " Santi comes close to you. Rubbing your shoulders," We want to do this for you.  As a reward for all of the hard work you have put on your education.  Now.. you know about it.  Let's hear what you have in mind." Hugging Santi close crying," love both of you so much for doing this.  First thing first.  Want something simple. No frilly wedding dress. Just want a simple dress. Based on an important point in our relationship. Love the fall-like country theme. No vail.`` 

After a few more issues were put to rest. Others left three of you alone to have a moment to cuddle together.  While Santi goes into the kitchen to start cooking for lunch.  You and Benny have a moment alone to chat. Laying on his lap. Calming down, " Sorry darlin for ruining your beautiful surprise . So sweet Benny bear. Funny,  I was thinking about the wedding. Sorry for not helping with the wedding date. '' Benny rubs your back in small circles, " Not your fault okay? Life put a kink in our plans. Can thank Will for the idea to pick this weekend. So excited to finally make it official. Pope is too.Ya need something special to always remember. Out number the shitty things that happened in your life. You deserve all the happiness.  God as my witness we will deliver." Didn't take long for you to straddle your Benny. Kiss him deeply. Breaking the kiss long enough to speak, " Tryin to tell me that ya need some lovin. Can you wait till we eat?" Nibbles on his neck. Laughing," Guess not.`` 

After a nice lunch. Three of you went upstairs to take a nap before going back to the gym.  While Benny is turned on his side. Fast asleep. You and Santi have a sweet moment.  Cuddling together.  Tracing patterns on his bare chest, " Wanna say that I love you so much.  We all have been through so much together. Sorry for acting weird before. You know how I get. Guess you are used to it by now." Santi sighs while rubbing your shoulder," you were acting like I would if I were walking in on you while planning my birthday.  As for what to wear? We want to be comfortable.  I know you want that too." Kissing his chest before closing your eyes, " love that. Jeans ,and a nice shirt. Me in a dress both of you love so much " 

Next morning you left before Benny and Santi due to an early morning final. Benny is in the closet looking for that dress you mentioned.  After looking high and low for it. Finally found it. Along with the sneakers. Santi laughs," really man? Sneakers? That is so elegant. " going past Santi as he placed the dress on the bed, " Sunshine never liked wearing heels. Ya see. When you were away. Took her out on a nice outing. She wore the wrong shoes . Heels and the boardwalk didn't mix. So I went to the nearest store. Purchased these sneakers. As ya can see these are worn. Luckily I managed to find a new pair. " Santi pat his shoulder, " That is sweet. Have something for her. Remember the necklace I wear round my neck all of the time? The ring belonged to mama. Told me to give it to the one. Think it's time to do that. " Looks like everything is coming together.  

Wedding day is here. The house is buzzing with activity. Sam and the other ladies took you out for a morning of pampering and to calm your nerves.  The men were finishing up the arbor in the backyard to look just right. Even the old truck of Santi's dad was made into the decor. Only fitting to make it a part of the wedding. Benny was upstairs going over the vows. Keep changing it. Knocking  on the door caused Benny's heart to jump into his throat," Glad to see ya pa. I'm in need of some advice.  Don't know what to say to her without soundin like an ass!" Jack Miller looks his youngest son in the eye," say what's in your heart. Remember she is nervous as well.  Job is to transfer strength to her. Like she will do to you and Santiago. Now get ready. People are arrivin." 

Sam arrived from your home to get your dress and other stuff. Pulling the dress out to see it made you cry. You knew it was Your Benny who picked it out. Even the necklace with new pendants. Three birthstones. Looking in the mirror to see how beautiful you look with your hair up in tendrils of curls. Yellow and orange flowers decorated your head. Taking a deep look at Will ," ready for me to take you to your husbands? Glad you asked me for this honor. " taking his hand not before kissing his cheek, " yes iam." Not before Diane Miller comes up to you. Giving you a tight hug," so happy you will officially be my daughter. Remember I told you that you and Benny were meant to be? A mother knows " gave her hand a squeeze, " so glad to call you mama for real." 

Moment has arrived for you to go down the aisle. Backyard so beautifully decorated that it made you tear up.  Looking ahead to see your boys . Looking so handsome. Tried not to cry when Santi said his vows," I fell in love with you from the first time I laid my eyes on you all those years ago. Here I am. Older than you. Some thought i was stupid for lusting over you.  Never listened to those naysayers. You brought me strength that I needed when I needed it. As I give you my mama's ring to you is the symbol of the love I have for you. " 

Benny takes your hand breathing deeply, " Oh my Sunshine.  We have been together since we were kids. Grew up together.  Helped each other, and even gettin into trouble. Never thought I would fall in love with my best friend.  Took a major breakup to realize that you were the one for me. Everyone we know knew that.  Make sure you are well protected and loved. You deserve all of the happiness in the world." Place the ring that belonged to his grandmother on your finger. Then kiss your palm. 

Taking both of their hands. Trying not to fall apart," both of you brought me out of the darkness I have been under for so long.  Benny,  you were there from the first time we met. Protected me from others that would tease me about being a county girl. Santi, you helped me see that I'm not an ordinary person.  Saw the beauty that was hidden.  Love you for bringing that out. Love both of you so much!" 

There wasn't a dry eye in the crowd. Soon the preacher says they are officially married.  Didn't take them long to kiss you.  Future is now looking bright. 

Party lasted through  the night till the guests left the three of you alone on the porch. Sitting on the swing. Looking at the beautiful moonlight shining on the lake water. Then looking at your sleeping form. Yes, this is your wedding night.  The event of the day wore you out. Benny carried you inside.  Santi locks up the door. Seeing that your phone had an unread message.  Clicked on the message saying, " you pass all of your final congratulations" santi smiles, " I'll tell her tomorrow.  Now it's time to be with my beautiful wife. Love that word." 

[thedoctor1002]

Idk, I never posted one of my fics here but guess I'll try ~

Also, English is not my first language so feel free to correct me QwQ

Fandom: Psycho-Pass -season 1- (is this still a thing?)

Characters: Kogami Shinya, Sasayama Mitsuru, OC

Prompt (it was in Italian, so I'll translate): write a story using three among these words: cloud, dusk, thunderstorm, storm, hull, bay, shelter, sail, night

Title: Log date: 2110/02/28 (Friday) 22:04

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The lights of the bay flicker dynamically before your eyes.

They dance hypnotically, of the same cyan colour of your office’s walls, but with a whole different beat. They drink the red and white trails from the traffic, they shatter and multiply in the tears of an inclement rain. I know how much you hate it, you just can’t stand going on recon with an umbrella. On the other hand, I love it.

Rain brings us close together under the waterproof cloth and I manage to observe details that neon lights often hide from me: the precise way you part your hair, the last few drops of the jasmine perfume on your jacket, your long lashes. Shion thinks they’re fake. We always fight over it, can you believe me?

After all, you’ve never been the kind of woman to wear such frills. 

A notification arrives, the acid light of your impalpable PC breaks through the sacred dark from where you pretend you don’t see me. It digs your silhouette and paints you like a ghost on the huge windows of the Public Safety Bureau.

Your jet-black hair lay on your back like varnish pouring over the white silk of your blouse.

“Pulling an all-nighter, Inspector Matou?” I ask casually, exposed. With you, after all, I always am: you’re the only one that can shush my shitty jokes.

But this time you laugh slightly: nothing more than a spike, a trembling breath that shakes your ribs and lips.

“The forecasts say that the storm won’t stop until tomorrow morning,” you tell me, sitting at your desk, “also, I’ve been delaying this paperwork through all week, it's about time I get it done. Might as well do some overtime and get rid of it, don’t you think?”

“You’re such a workaholic.” I label you, realizing how lucky I am being allowed to do it: Ginoza, that prude, would have never let it slide “You should leave some for the rest of the precinct: make 'em earn their wages.”

A tired smile crosses your face as you tap your fingers on the keyboard. It’s so clear you’re trying to avoid my glance.

You used to look for it.

You looked for my eyes at briefings, in that discrete way that eventually shocked everyone. You looked for them among alleys, as soon as you heard a gunshot or the chocked sound of a fight.

And when you found me, it felt like a 7 miles free fall.

“How are the legs going?” I dare to ask. I see the hollow structure of your new shins below the hem of your pencil skirt. They swing a bit underneath the glass of your desk. You didn’t lose your damn tic, your right heel shakes like the needle of a sewing machine even when you seem calm.

You shrug and drink the bottom of an already empty glass of water.

I shouldn’t have asked. It breaks my heart, to see you like this.

You don’t give me an answer and massage the back of your knee with a sigh. Lately, I feel like you’re avoiding me.

You’re turning back into the one you were before: uncompromising, cold and distant. I wonder if the bunch of ingrates downstairs have been calling you Dobermann again. I wonder if you’re still as relentless.

You worry me: your stress level is getting darker and darker. You don’t want old Kasei to take issues with you, not again.

I can imagine how you must have felt, the night when this mess happened.

You most likely got pissed, if I do know you.

I mean, did they really think I got away on my own? I bet you never doubted me: no one knows an Enforcer better than its Inspector.

“Runaway?! Have you lost your minds?” Sasayama?!”

Those were the first words you said when they rescued you. You spoke them way before cleansing your lungs from the rotten water of the river, way before asking Masaoka if you’d have ever got back to feeling your lower legs. They hurt like hell and you had to pull them around like sandbags.

“They got him” you panted, holding tight on your mentor’s coat “They took him away, I tell you!” The one that kidnapped him wasn’t a latent criminal. The Dominator didn’t activate, not even when they shot me. Please, believe me. Check on the log files, please.”

Crime coefficient: 0.

I know that bug still haunts you.

Cause, after all, it’s can’t be anything else: who on earth is that Makishima to fly under the Sibyl Sistem’s radar? Who can fool a network that knows your crimes before you do? And how is it possible that the silhouette that kneecapped you and threw you into a river could possibly be innocent?

You haven’t lost your mind, Inspector: the Dominator betrayed me, too.

Don’t think I don’t know how pitiful must have been, the next three days.

Makishima isn’t real. Forget it, it was just a delirium. You were in shock.

It was the trauma, dear. It was a breakdown. It was burnout syndrome.

You’d use some holiday, darling. Take a week. Take two. Go somewhere far, no, better: just stay at home. Go to therapy. Keep yourself busy, don’t think about it. Work. Also, don’t work: it wears you out!

They put you back on your feet in less than six hours, but nobody allowed you to join search parties. Heaven forbid your stress level getting any darker. Heaven forbid that yet another good Inspector gets demoted among those damn Enforcers. But, still, in the whole IT section, there wasn’t a single nerd that could get that night's logs. That's one funny thing, ain't it?

Woman, sometimes I wish your damn head wasn't that hard. I wish you didn't follow the Forensics to get a lift, so soon after the deed.

At least, you could have listened to Kogami. Shit, didn't you see how pale he was? You didn't even need the Dominator to read him, his stress level was mindblowing!

You should have believed him when he told you you didn't want to enter that alley. First off, it was already full of other detectives and analysts. I have no idea what kind of business you had to do in there. Second thing second, Kogami has an eye for certain matters. Do you think he didn't notice I’ve always been all over you? Not gonna lie, maybe I told him about you, once or twice.

But no, of course, you had to get in.

The software that taught you how to walk on those carbon stilts made you stand your ground and bark a "For fuck's sake, Shinya, move!" worthy of the Dobermann’s reputation. Even those who hadn't been called out made way.

But your new legs didn't hold you, when you saw what they had made of my corpse.

I'm sorry, Katsumi, I never wanted to upset you like that. 

You know how much I would have rather have a more heroic death. I don't know, like, in the middle of a shooting, saving the day. It would have been much classier, less tacky, less trash. I think I deserved it, that's all.

You stop typing and rub your temples. You shelter what’s left of your lipstick behind your hand. I wish I could kiss it off, instead of watching you consume it in a ruby red halo in the notch between your thumb and your index.

You lift your eyes only for Kogami, who’s passing by your office like a nurse in its night shift.

“So?” he asks in a whisper, putting more care in that question than I could have ever done. More than anybody could have ever done, because he’s the only one that gets you, right now. You two seem like the only ones who lost something.

You shake your head slowly, staring at the monitor and the dangerously high Crime Coefficient on the display.

“It's not working” you wail softly, misty-eyed. I can’t believe it, is it still you?

“They’re gonna kick me out anyway, if it doesn’t lower quickly” you continue, with that realism of yours. I used to call you a jinx for that but, at the end of the day, you always got our backs. “It’s for the best if I just resign. I’m gonna keep what's left of my dignity, at least.” 

The dark profile of my best friend looks through me, as he sits on the armchair next to mine. He would like to say something, a word of encouragement maybe, we all know it in this damn room, but numbers shut our mouths. 

“You could become an Enforcer” he proposes.

Goddammit, Shinya, did we work with the same person? Katsumi as an Enforcer?

And there you go, shaking your head. You hold your face in your hands and let your raven hair hide your visage. 

“Can you imagine me, following orders? I do know how to work, I can do it better than three-quarters of our colleagues and I’ve never had problems remarking it. They’d eat me alive if they had the chance. Dogs celebrate on the corpses of lions.”

“But lions remain lions and dogs stay dogs.” Kogami finishes, stealing my lines. 

I notice the slight trembling of your finger, as you tap your touchpad to send that last confirm.

In a few moments, the system will have your resignation registered. Your profile won’t unlock your Dominator anymore and in a few days time, just enough for you to collect your belongings, you won’t even manage to enter the office.

Who’s gonna explain to old Kasei that there's more of your stuff here than in your apartment?

I’d ask you what do you plan on doing with your life, but tonight’s decision seems definitely brave enough to call it a day.

I look at the tabs you open in your browser, they mirror in the windows behind you.

Air travel.

Argentina, Cuba, States, New Zealand, Germany, Kenya. You go around the world in 80 seconds flat, you multiply your chances and spread them all through the air in front of you, in a complex diagram that doesn’t lead anywhere.

I never wanted to take you away from your home, you don’t deserve this. 

You cover your eyes with a hand and use the other one to pick a random selection from your atlas.

Greece.

“Well, at least it’s on the sea.” you wrap up, condensing in a handful of words the only satisfaction you can find in starting a brand new life.

You two stare at the transparent screenshot of your flight, the countdown on the web page seems way too joyful.

“It’s so exciting, Katsumi Matou! Check-in your luggage. Your journey will begin in: 06 days: 17 hours: 34 minutes: 21 seconds”

20.

19.

18.

Seconds pass by, in complete silence.

“Do you think it would be a burden to him?” you ask Shinya, “Do you think he’d understand?”

Who would have guessed that a cynic one like yourself could believe in the afterlife? I wish I were here to ask you. I wish we could have spoken about life, death, sex, about things long gone and things yet to be.

His hand squeezes yours gently, as he looks at you in the eye, hoping to stop the train to Paranoidland from setting off.

“It’s not your fault” he reassures you as he can: the both of you wouldn’t make the average person’s empathy.

But he’s right, though, it really isn’t: I know you’ve done anything you could. It’s always been like that.

“Maybe I owe him” you draft “Even if they don’t believe in Makishima, maybe one day I could have proved he exists.”

The teal of your Psycho-Pass would suit you wonderfully, if it wasn’t a description of your mental health.

What could you possibly do in these conditions? You’d have ended up in a cubicle, filing loss and theft reports. You would have never made it to the dossiers, surely not to those of such a controversial case. Making you end up in a study room would have been my final bullshit. I’m happy with your choice, really. I would have loved visiting Europe someday.

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Kogami rebukes you, externalizing what I’ve been thinking all along: “I’m going to look out for your man: your team has already given way too much. I’m gonna find him, Matou, cold case or not.”

You nod, but it’s clear you don’t believe him. I can read through you, you’re a terrible liar.

I don’t think you don’t trust him, most likely you’ve done the math and figured that working on an independent case is far too difficult for an Inspector, let alone for an Enforcer.

And there it is, my fall. After an exhausting chase, you finally look into my eyes, even though -according to Shinya- you’re most likely staring at the void.

Despite being used to such races, believe me, I’ve missed you.

“I’m just so sorry.” you finally whisper, giving me a bitter smile. 

Try and stop me, Ginoza, tell me once again how inappropriate it is: I don’t mind anymore. I get up and I don’t hesitate while holding you and leaving a kiss on your hair, shamelessly.

“I’m going to grab some coffee” I announce, walking backwards to the door like a shrimp, just to look at my dearest friends a bit longer. “I’d get you one, but I’m short on coins. Maybe next time.”

“See you, Inspector.”, Kogami greets you, leaving alongside me.

“Be good.” you wave back, as we were all to meet again tomorrow.

Walking through the dark alley, I can hear an excerpt from our last conversation through the opaque glass of your office.

“You’re jerk, Sasayama!”

I can hear you laughing out loud, through the crackly recording. You laughed at my gall, with that warm, strong, sweet voice of yours, mocking me. Admit it: mine, after all, were the only compliments that could make you blush.

It’s incredible how we managed to joke even inside a car that was taking us on a crime scene. To an external eye, we might have looked disrespectful. Truth is I’ve always feared death so much I just had to laugh at the reaper.

“Oh, come on, what would it take? Come with me to the Precinct’s New Year’s dinner, the 17th is around the corner!” I kept annoying you, as you were too busy driving to mind my dumb flirt attempts. I still can’t get how we never had an accident. “Be good, Katsumi, give me a joy to live for!”

“You could always ask Shion, you know? You always give her more attention, after all.”

I hear the subtle sound of the wheels stopping, the parking brake cracking and it’s like Ogishima’s outskirts appear before my eyes, in that same January night. That place gave me goosebumps, but I would have hated if you understood it.

“Here we are” you announced, with still a bit of resentment in your voice. You unlocked the passenger’s door and I remember I left your Dominator in the car’s trunk: I didn’t want you to follow me. Not that time.

“You scare me when you pay so much attention” you commented, noticing how serious I got “will you tell me why are you insisting so much to keep on searching? Kogami got the guy. Tomorrow we go, we arrest him and it's thank you, next.”

My answer has been recorded as a distant and muffled noise, but I still can trace it: “He’s not the one, I tell you. I have another suspect, but I need a more solid base. And you’re staying, Inspector.”

“Staying?! You’ve gone crazy!” you laughed, locking the corporate sedan behind you “If something were to happen to you, or worse if you didn’t come back, Kasei would…”

“I said you’re staying: it’s dangerous.”

“Sasayama, our work is dangerous,” you replied, contemptuous, understanding that clearly among the gear I brought I didn’t count yours and going back to the car to get it “One more risk won’t make a difference: if I have to drop dead, it can either be here, at home or god knows where.”

“Will you join me for the precinct’s dinner, though?”

And here is a sequence that the voice recorder surely can’t have grasped, but that I could remember even in a thousand years. You cast an outraged glance over me from above the trunk’s door, panting through a half-smile. You shook your head, tucking your hair behind your ear. And finally, after refusing my invitations since 17th November, during lunch break, you smiled shrugging.

“Deal, come on, just make way” you sighed, as your heels echoed on the wet concrete “Still, you’re a jerk.”

“I recorded it: you have no excu-”

The audio file interrupts.

End of recording.

[lovemesomerafael]

LAW & ORDER: SVU / ONE CHICAGO MASTERLIST

Mostly Law & Order: SVU (Titles are links to the stories on AO3.) All stories contain language my mother would not approve of and I have yet to unlock the achievement of writing a story without a happy ending.

Mostly M/M Barisi and Stucky but also Dorisi. Also M/W with Peter Stone, Mike Dodds, and Chicago Fire Otis

I also have a Captain America / MCU Masterlist. (Or I will, and I'll link to it when it's done.)

LAW & ORDER: SVU:

Stories about Barisi, Dorisi, Peter Stone, and Mike Dodds. Also Chicago Fire Otis.

I Remember You

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, Sonny Carisi whump, Rafael Barba whump (about the Sonny Carisi whump)

Sonny and Rafael are blissfully happy together. In fact, they're two weeks out from their wedding. After Sonny is assaulted by a perp during a raid, however, he can't remember anything about the last ten years, including law school. Or Rafael.

It's Complicated

Rafael Barba / Original Female Character Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, enemies to lovers, Dorisi!

There's a new forensic psychiatrist working with SVU, and a rapist stalking NYC. Dr. Francisca Rojas and ADA Barba find that they're each the type the other detests, but they have to work together. Their frequent loud arguments in Spanish don't really hide the fact that they're also wildly attracted to one another. Then something happens that complicates everything, and Barba finds himself off the case. The squad is doing all they can, and Barba is helping, although his reasons infuriate Frankie. Two bonus "afterward" chapters because I liked this AU so much.

If I Ain't Got You

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, hilariously bad Photoshop

Sonny and Rafael are just minding their own business, enjoying a crush neither knows is mutual, until Sonny shaves off that ridiculous mustache and turns out to be brilliant. These adorable idiots find their way to one another and, when things get serious, they introduce each other to their families. The problem? Mama Carisi instantly and permanently HATES Rafael. Rafael wants to propose, but he won't make Sonny choose between him and his family. Which means Rafael has to choose, at the cost of everything he's ever wanted.

One Little Three-Letter Word

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Angst, pining, shifting POV between Rafael and Sonny, fluff

On cross-examination, the defense asks a Very. Dangerous. Question. Sonny answers yes, and changes Rafael's whole world. With no idea what to do about it, Rafael gets a little help from Carmen and Rita.

There For Each Other

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Angst, Rafael Barba whump, smut, fluff

Rafael Barba loses a trial that should've been a slam dunk, and comforts himself by looking through his wedding pictures. He gets to reminiscing about how he cared for Sonny when Sonny was hurt, pretending all the while to be annoyed and convincing no one. He remembers how caring led to love. Sonny interrupts Rafael's walk down memory lane by making Rafael leave work early with him. It's Sonny's turn to care for Rafael, but the kind of caring Rafael needs isn't so gentle...

Pathetic

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Angst, pining, POV shifts between Sonny and Rafael

Rafael Barba has been gone for two years following his trial. He left Sonny Carisi without even saying goodbye. And Sonny is pissed.

Rafael thought he was doing the right thing. Now he's back, and willing to do anything, because he can't go one more day without Sonny.

Afterlife

Rafael Barba / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Short one-shot, just a mood

They always expected that Rafael, being older, would go first. But he didn't. When he does, Sonny's there to meet him. No, really. That's it. That's the fic.

No One Else

Dominic "Sonny" Carisi / Original Female Character Story, smut, fluff, angst, pining, ADA Carisi

Detective Sonny Carisi falls helplessly in love with OC Kate Kinsella. But when his dreams begin to come true, they realize there is simply no way that either one of them can see to get married when he’s in Manhattan with his wagon hitched to a star and she’s in Brooklyn making a name for herself. They have no choice but to give up on the idea that they can be together. So they say goodbye before they end up destroying something that is sacred to both of them.

Years later, Assistant District Attorney Carisi tries a case in which Kate is a witness, and they realize it's not over. It's never been over, for either of them. But someone will do anything to keep Kate from having Sonny.

A Little Too Undercover

Dominic "Sonny" Carisi / Original Female Character Short, smutty one-shot

Sonny Carisi goes undercover with his female partner, and they get a little too into their roles.

El Amor Todo Lo Puede (L&O / Chicago PD / Chicago Med / Chicago Justice / Chicago Fire Crossover)

Peter Stone / Original Female Character; Rafael Barba / Original Female Character; Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz / Original Female Character Story, smut, angst, pining, fluff, action. (This is the first fic I ever posted so be kind.) Peter Stone is forced to leave the love of his life, OC Laura Parker, because he can't watch her destroy her life with her alcoholism. She gets sober but loses her job at Chicago Med, and goes to work for Hank Voight at Chicago PD. She begins dating Mouse, and she and Peter rekindle their friendship, although there's no going back to love. When Mouse returns to Afghanistan and Peter's father dies, the two travel to New York for his funeral and decide to stay. That's when Laura meets Rafael Barba, and falls head over heels in love. The last thing Rafael wants is a relationship, but tell that to his heart.

Alternative endings: You can stop at Chapter 50 or keep reading for a different conclusion.

The Best Laid Plans

Peter Stone / Original Female Character Smuttiest smut I ever smutted. A/B/O universe. Peter Stone whump. Accidentally got a little plot on my porn.

When one of the SVU detectives goes into heat early, Peter gives her a ride home for safety reasons. Although Alpha Peter knows it's not a great idea professionally, that doesn't stop him from offering to stay. And that's when they realize just how compatible they really are.

Under the Influence

Peter Stone / Original Female Character A short, smutty one-shot

Peter meets a very successful female attorney when they take a case neither of them should be working on, and neither of them want to be. But they are both struck by lightning the minute they meet.

Becoming Mike

Mike Dodds / Dominic "Sonny" Carisi Smut, angst, pining, coming out to parents, Father/Son relationship between Chief Dodds

Mike Dodds had no idea when he accepted the job as the new Sergeant for Manhattan SVU that he'd be blindsided by meeting Sonny Carisi. Sonny is the man of Mike's dreams, and absolutely off-limits. At least, as far as Mike is concerned. Sonny has other ideas. How Mike learned to stop living the life his father wants for him, and figured out what Mike wants.

Best That You Can Do

Mike Dodds / Original Female Character Smut, Enemies as lovers (and enemies to lovers), angst, pining, everybody whump, married Barisi!

When Chief Dodds sees his son, Mike, with his staff member, OC Kaitlyn Myers, he realizes she's perfect for him. The Chief really likes Kaitlyn, and he knows she's exactly Mike's type. He's right. Within hours of meeting in Chief Dodds' office, Mike and Kaitlyn have a wonderful, steamy night together. Things are looking great until the next morning, when Mike makes a HUGE mistake. But Chief Dodds doesn't know that. So he goes ahead with his little matchmaking scheme. Kaitlyn is determined to stay far away from Mike, but somehow they keep finding themselves having sex... After Mike is killed in the line of duty, Chief Dodds will never forgive her for rejecting him, and neither will she.