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rafael-silva · 4 years ago

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steady me with your touch: a tarlos fic

A call brings the 126 crew, APD and the Texas Rangers together. When Carlos gets hurt on said scene, Gabriel bears witness to TK working through his worry as he takes care of Carlos, the love and deep connection between them evident as clear as the sun shines. In the aftermath, TK is there for his boyfriend, in more ways than one.

for bad things happen bingo: tarlos + arm in a sling

hurt carlos reyes, worried tk strand, paramedic tk, hurt/comfort, emotional/hurt comfort, kisses, whump, comfort, angst with a happy ending, soft boyfriends

5.7k | rated T | on ao3

*****

Walking into the precinct that morning, the air heavy with tension and stress, Carlos had an inkling about the day that lied ahead. And in retrospect, Carlos’s gut was proven right.

*****

Switching off the siren and hopping out of the patrol car, Carlos and Mitchell quickly stride towards their captain, who is wearing a grim look as he speaks to a couple of other officers. Carlos looks around, noticing a perimeter already being set by his colleagues as bystanders start to gather across the street.

Captain Kendricks turns in their direction as they approach him.

“Reyes, Mitchell, good that you got here so quick,” he says.

“Captain,” Carlos nods as he slips on his vest. “We were a few blocks over when the call came in.”

Before the captain can reply, the echo of more sirens grab their attentions. Turning in the direction of the incoming sounds, Carlos immediately finds the bold 126 numbers painted on the side of the firetruck, followed by the ambulance.

His eyes remain fixed on the vehicles as the firefighters disembark, watching as Owen searches the crowd for the person in command of the scene before even his boots hit the ground.

The fire captain’s eyes quickly find Carlos and Captain Kendricks and he says something to Judd before hurrying over to the police officers.

“Captain Kendricks,” Owen greets, extending his hand.

“Captain Strand,” Kendricks replies, shaking Owen’s extended hand.

“Officer Reyes, Officer Mitchell.”

“Captain Strand,” Carlos responds next.

“What’s the situation?”

“I was just about to brief Officers Reyes and Mitchell. We have a hostage situation, it was called in about ten minutes ago. The daughter made the call, she and her parents had come home and according to her, she had gone to her bedroom straight away, and a few moments later she heard arguing and strange voices coming from the living room. She discovered three men in black ski masks, armed, and yelling at her parents. She ran back to her room and called 911. And it appears to have started out as a robbery.”

Owen nods. “So, at least three robbers.”

Captain Kendricks nods. “We’re still trying to establish communication with the intruders, and in the meantime, the daughter is still on the line with 911,” the captain continues. “Where is she hiding?”

“Her bedroom, north-east side of the building.”

“Any updates, Captain Kendricks?” Another voice pops up, approaching the group.

At hearing the familiar voice, Carlos turns to see his father making his way towards them and gets a nod from Gabriel when their eyes meet.

“No new updates yet, Major.”

“Sir,” Carlos greets his father.

“Captain Strand,” Gabriel extends his hand.

“Major Reyes,” Owen reciprocates, shaking the offered palm.

“Captain Strand, I’ll need you and your crew close and on stand by,” Kendricks states, then turning to Carlos and Mitchell, “Reyes, Mitchell, I want you to cover the back door, along with Banks and Carter. Keep your eyes open and watch each other’s backs, report any movement.”

“Yes, sir,” Carlos responds.

Looking back in the direction of the firetruck, Carlos sees the 126 crew standing near, talking together and looking at the building. He quickly finds TK, and unlike everyone else, the paramedic is looking straight at him, also having sought out his boyfriend amid the crowd.

They start a wordless conversation, declarations spoken through brown and green gates as they connect on a deeper level, the world around them momentarily fading away. A wave of understanding sways between them, an invisible string extending and bridging them together; they both know what the other is expressing, speaking through their hearts, the words echoing in their eyes, seeing into each other’s souls. Carlos gives TK a nod, which the paramedic replies to with a small smile.

Turning back, Carlos shares a look with his father.

Gabriel’s hand moves to Carlos’s face, gently patting his cheek then his shoulder.

“Be careful, son,” Gabriel pleads.

“Will do, sir,” Carlos replies, giving his dad a smile.

Gabriel watches as his son glances over his shoulder one more time before walking into the opposite direction and towards the back of the building, his partner on his heels.

Gabriel turns to glimpse in the direction Carlos had just looked in and easily finds TK, the younger man’s eyes trailed on Carlos. The Ranger’s movement then catches TK’s eyes and they share a look. Gabriel gives him a smile and nod, which TK swiftly return.

*****

They found the daughter, TK had overheard Captain Kendricks telling Owen and Gabriel.

The atmosphere is tense and the air thick as PD and the Rangers work to establish communication with the assailants, which still hasn’t proven manageable. And now without the daughter on the line with dispatch anymore, they are blind to what is happening inside the apartment.

A couple of other officers were assigned to the back of the building along with Carlos and the others, but it’s also been radio silence on their end.

TK is pacing back and forth in front of the truck and ambulance, his shoulders squared and face tight, rubbing his hands together, busying himself.

He can hear his father, Gabriel and Captain Kendricks nearby, discussing what the best course of action would be if it remains radio silence for another few minutes.

He stops moving when the radio comes to life with Carlos’s voice.

“This is 363-H-20,” Carlos’s voice is low and hushed. “Possible movement in the back.”

TK holds his breath, waiting, and then his heart promptly plummets into his stomach at the next transmission, his eyes going wide with fear at the words.

“Shots fired, I repeat, shots fired,” Carlos yells, his voice loud now. “Requesting back up!”

TK swallows against his dry throat when his ears catch the harsh sound of bullets hitting steel and brick in the background of Carlos’s message.

The sun watching over them and the heat engulfing them is suddenly too much for TK, his entire body sizzling from the inside out as his heart beats fiercely against his rib cage.

“Four suspects fleeing north, in pursuit on foot,” Carlos continues a few moments later.

“Hey, hang on, brother,” a close voice pierces TK’s ears. He turns to find Judd’s hand on his shoulder. “They’ll radio if they need EMS. He’s okay.”

He’s okay? TK wants to scoff. He just got rained on by a shower of bullets, he thinks.

TK then looks down and realizes he’d taken a few steps forward, unconsciously trying to get to Carlos. All possibilities of what could go wrong start to rush through his mind; what if Carlos got hit but the adrenaline is masking the pain? What if he collapses while he’s chasing the criminals?

And as if Judd had spoken it into the universe, the radio chirps to life, an unfamiliar voice to TK calling for medical assistance.

The foreign voice alone gets TK’s heart racing some more, his mind immediately jumping to the conclusion that Carlos is the one hurt now that he’s not on the radio. It’s not a given, of course, TK knows, but his mind can’t be convinced otherwise in the moment, his fear of losing Carlos bigger than logic.

TK lifts his head towards the group of officers just in time to see a bunch of them joined by a few Rangers, including Gabriel, rush to their vehicles.

A few other officers make their way towards the paramedics, and lead them to where they’re needed, towards the fallen officer. TK’s legs move on their own accord, he needs to know.

TK feels the sweat roll down his neck and back as they get closer to the officers, he tightens his hold on the medkit, repeating please be okay, Carlos, please be okay, over and over in his head.

He gets a proper view of the officer on the ground and his shoulders sag a little, a sigh escaping him when he sees it’s not Carlos. He drops the medkid and kneels next to the cop, his partner speaking on his behalf.

“He took a round to his vest, it didn’t go through but he said it hurts to breathe a little.”

The paramedics work in unison to get the officer assessed and stable. TK had seen both of the cops at Carlos’s precinct a couple of times but he hasn’t spoken to them before.

A question over the radio grabs his attention then.

“What’s your location, Reyes?” Kendricks speaks into his radio.

“Just passed Brazos and East 4th,” comes Carlos’s quick reply around his pants.

“Copy, back up is in en route.”

TK takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, gathering his nerves. Carlos is going to be okay.

A few blocks away, Carlos watches as the four suspects break into two group, each going in opposite directions.

“They’ve split up,” Carlos relays. “Banks and Carter, go East, Mitchell and I will stay on them heading north.”

Sirens fill the air around Carlos as he pushes his muscles and wills his legs to keep running, the suspects just ahead of him as he sees them turn a corner.

“Suspects have turned a corner, heading West on 5th,” Carlos speaks into his radio, slowing to a jog and eventually stopping.

“Reyes?” Mitchell questions as she slows next to her partner.

“We can cut them off before they reach West Avenue,” Carlos tells Mitchell, gathering his breath. “There’s a shortcut to West 5th,” he explains, pointing to a nearby alley. “Through there.”

Mitchell nods and follows Carlos into the alley. They quickly make their way between the buildings, eventually reaching the main street. They slow down when they’re almost at West 5th street, staying close against the wall to conceal their movements. Carlos carefully peaks his head out, his heart hammering in his chest as he searches for any signs of the suspects.

“Anything?” Mitchell whispers.

“Yeah,” Carlos replies. “They’re heading this way, almost half a block behind.”

Thankfully, the street isn’t busy and there are no bystanders in close vicinity of the robbers. When Carlos gives the signal, he and Mitchell jump out from the alley and into the path of the men, their guns drawn.

The two men freeze, their own guns in their grip and Carlos can instantly read them like an open book.

“Don’t move and don’t even think about it. Lower your weapons and the duffel bags, slowly,” Carlos orders.

“Do it,” Mitchell adds with a stern tone.

The two men don’t move for a few moments before they follow the orders, lowering their guns to the asphalt along with the bags. With her gun still drawn, Mitchell carefully moves forward and kicks the guns away. Then she and Carlos return their own guns to their holsters and move to cuff the suspects.

In a quick move, the man Carlos is holding flicks his head back, and Carlos would have ended up with a broken nose if it weren’t for his quick reflexes, jerking his head backwards and out of the way of the oncoming assault. Carlos’s grip, however, loosens on the man, giving him just enough leverage to slip a little from his hold.

Carlos recovers quickly, locking the man’s wrists to keep him in place as he reaches for his cuffs, but the man continues at his attempt to break free from the officer’s hold.

Carlos is also aware that Mitchell is having her own go with the other suspect, trying to secure him in the same way, too.

The man in Carlos’s grasp sharply and suddenly leans forward, his arms still behind him as he wiggles some more, swaying his body to the side and tipping Carlos’s balance. The man, in another strong tug forward, manages to escape Carlos’s hold when the officer tries to regain his balance. He only reaches the end of the block before Carlos is tackling him to the ground, but not without injury, though. Carlos hears a sickening crack coming from his shoulder when he thuds harshly on his side, his arm and shoulder colliding with the asphalt, his other going around the man to keep him in place.

White, hot pain surges through his nerves and body, and he wants to scream out in agony. He manages to keep the man in place just long enough for Mitchell to run over, having cuffed the other guy and handed him to the back up that arrived moments ago, and takes over using Carlos’s cuffs on the man on the ground.

Carlos breathes out a throaty groan, his good arm free now to cradle his injured shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to regulate his breathing.

“Reyes?” He hears Mitchell call out but he doesn’t reply, the pain clouding his head and preventing him from doing anything except breathe through the continuous throbbing.

He’s vague aware of the sirens around them now, blaring and ear-piercing and he can see the red and blue lights dancing across beyond his closed eyelids.

Carlos’s focus leaves his surroundings and travel to the aching pain and shocks running up and down his arm. But soon, another voice filters through, getting closer. At first, the voice seems so far away, as if Carlos were underwater and the voice above. That voice is one he replies to.

“Carlos?”

“Dad…” Carlos mumbles through clenched teeth.

“What happened?” He hears Gabriel ask.

“Carlos tackled him to the ground, but I didn’t see it happen. I looked up after cuffing the other guy and Carlos was on the ground with him,” Mitchell explains.

“Can you open your eyes for me, son?”

Carlos takes a deep breath through his nose and wills his eyes to open. He finds his father’s concerned face through the momentary blur, and he shakes his head to clear his vision. It seems that wasn’t the best of choices because the action sends a sharp sting running through his head but it fades after a few moments.

“There you are,” Gabriel visibly relaxes a little at seeing Carlos awake. “What hurts?”

“Shoulder,” Carlos pants. “Fell on it.”

Gabriel’s eyes go to Carlos’s shoulder and he grimaces at the unnatural angle the joint is in.

“It’s dislocated,” Gabriel sighs.

Carlos groans again, moving his body to the side, as if he wanted to curl into himself and will the discomfort away. However, all he ends up doing is hissing in pain.

“Stay still, Carlos,” Gabriel warns and then turns to Mitchell. “Radio for EMS.”

She nods, getting to her feet and hauls the cuffed man away, pressing down on her radio to request medical and reports their location.

Gabriel then kneels next to his son and gently settles a hand behind his uninjured shoulder.

“Here, let me help you sit up,” Gabriel says, and receives a nod from Carlos.

Carlos lifts his good arm and wraps his fingers around his father’s wrist for leverage, and mostly using Gabriel’s strength and with the Ranger’s support on his back, they manage to get Carlos up and sitting in a swift but careful motion, but even the slight jostling sends sharp stabbing like pains through Carlos’s arm and shoulder that have him groaning again.

“You okay?” Gabriel asks, his voice coated with worry, hating to see his son in pain.

“Yeah,” Carlos replies a few moments after collecting his breath, his voice shakier than he intended.

His good arm goes back to holding his other, and Gabriel keeps his hand on Carlos’s back, supporting Carlos both literally and figuratively. A part of Gabriel knows that Carlos can very well tumble backwards if it weren’t for his support and it’s also to remind for Carlos that he isn’t alone.

Gabriel looks up when he senses quick movement approaching and sees the paramedics jogging towards them.

“Major Reyes,” TK is the first to speak, his grip on the medkit strap tightening.

Gabriel can pin point the moment TK realizes it’s Carlos who is injured, by the way the young paramedic’s breath hitches and eyes go wide. But he also quickly observes how TK is doing his best to keep himself composed, focused and professional, and to not let his emotions cloud him or cause him to freeze.

“He tackled the suspect and hit his shoulder and arm on the ground,” Gabriel tells them, his eyes moving back to Carlos.

“Hi babe,” TK meets Carlos’s eyes as he kneels next to him, his green irises radiating worry.

The officer gives him the best smile he could muster in hopes of easing the panic he can see drawn on TK’s face.

“How are you doing?”

Carlos swallows. “Okay.”

“How’s your pain?” Tommy asks next, her voice calm and motherly.

Gabriel notices how TK’s eyes keep moving from unpacking the equipment they need to Carlos, emitting fear and worry. He can see how TK takes some comfort from the fact that Carlos is sitting up, awake and alert, but Gabriel can also tell it’s still not quite enough to completely relieve the young man’s anxiety at seeing Carlos injured, judging by the strain in his shoulders as he works.

“Uh…the pain is maybe a seven? Eight?”

TK’s eyes roam over Carlos’s face, studying him and finds sweat collecting on Carlos’s forehead. His eyes then move down to his middle, where Carlos is holding himself a little unnaturally and taking shallow breaths, TK creasing his eyebrows at the realization.

“Carlos, does anything else hurt?” TK asks, worry evident in his voice.

“My back and down my side,” Carlos winces around a breath. “Breathing hurts a little. It’s like…every breath echoes into my back and it’s like a stabbing pain.”

TK nods and with the help of Gabriel, they gently remove Carlos’s kevlar vest and then TK moves to lift Carlos’s uniform shirt.

He knew to expect a bruise there, Carlos’s momentum when he hit the ground enough to cause that, but he still can’t help the sharp breath he draws in when his eyes land on the dark red bruise already formed down his boyfriend’s back and side.

TK sees Gabriel have the same reaction from the corner of his eye. He gently starts examining the bruise, lightly pressing down on the skin around it and Carlos lets out a low groan.

“I’m sorry, babe.”

Carlos nods, it’s okay.

As he lowers the shirt, TK shares a look with the Ranger and sees the same concern surging through his own body mirrored back at him.

“Cap, back and side are heavily bruised.”

Tommy nods in acknowledgment and then turns to Nancy when she speaks.

“Vitals are holding, Cap, a little low, but they’re stable,” Nancy reports.

Tommy nods again. “Lets see what we can do about that pain now, yeah, Carlos?”

Tommy tells Nancy to administer pain medication through the IV line she just inserted and secured. Carlos lets out a steady breath a few moments later.

“Better?” TK asks.

Carlos nods.

“That’s good,” TK gives him a smile.

“Okay, Carlos, we have to slip your shoulder back into the joint. It won’t be pleasant, the pain will only last for a few seconds though and the meds we gave you will help,” Tommy says.

Carlos nods. “Had a dislocated shoulder before.”

“Alright, then, you know the drill.”

TK moves to Carlos’s uninjured side as Gabriel gets up and steps back, giving them space to work. Tommy now opposite TK, together they get ready, positioning Carlos and TK takes Carlos’s uninjured hand into his own, giving it a squeeze.

After a moment or two, Tommy starts counting and in between the second and third count, she expertly reduces the dislocation and Carlos’s shoulder pops back into the socket.

Carlos’s knuckles go white as his grip on TK’s hand tightens, the seconds of pain causing him to squeeze TK’s hand with everything he’s got. He feels TK run his thumb over his skin as the wave of pain begins to wash away.

“All done,” Tommy smiles at Carlos. “It’s going to be tender and sore for a few days, so take it easy,” she gives him a pointed look.

“Reminds me of an exact same conversation we had a few years ago, that time he sprained his ankle and wanted to walk around the ranch to fix some holes in the fence,” Gabriel says, his tone playful and a little teasing. “We told him to take it easy and yet I found him limping down the stairs less than ten minutes later.”

“I just…like to be helpful and I hate it when an injury gets in the way of that.”

“I hear you, Carlos. But don’t push yourself or you might end up doing more damage. And in this case, it means complete minimal movement of your shoulder, and it’s best if you don’t use it at all for a few days,” Tommy says.

Carlos drops his head. “Yes, ma’am.”

“And don’t forget, I know your boy really well,” Tommy turns to look at TK. “I’ve learned how to deal with a certain version of the phrase taking it easy.”

Gabriel chuckles again at Tommy’s comment, getting the sense that the two young men have more in common than he initially thought.

TK doesn’t argue, instead he reaches for the arm sling and Gabriel watches as he carefully helps Carlos put it on, securing his arm against his chest and tightening the strap so his arm is properly supported.

“There,” TK says. “And take it easy,” he winks at Carlos.

Carlos chuckles and nods.

Gabriel himself relaxes a little more after watching the exchange, seeing how both Carlos and TK were a little more at ease now that the officer was a little better. He can still see concern at the edges of TK’s eyes and on his face, but he supposes it will be a few days until the remnants of worry are completely gone.

“Can you walk to the ambulance?” Tommy asks.

Carlos frowns, eyes going to his father and then TK. “I thought we were done.”

TK shakes his head. “We still need to take you to the hospital, get some x rays to make sure everything is okay and to check on your muscles and ligaments, too. It’s precautionary, just to make sure everything is where it’s supposed to be and nothing on the inside has been injured in the fall.”

Carlos sighs and nods.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital,” Gabriel says once they get Carlos inside to rig and TK hops in after him.

“Dad, it’s okay,” Carlos starts from where he’s lying upright on the gurney.

Gabriel’s shake of his head stops the officer. “I’ll meet you at the hospital,” he repeats.

“Okay, sir,” Carlos gives him a grateful smile.

Carlos is pretty exhausted and sleeps during the ride to the hospital, TK keeping a steady hold on his hand the whole way, grounding him and giving him comfort.

Carlos is taken to an exam room upon arrival, the nurses allow TK to stay with him while Tommy and Nancy are told to stay in the waiting area, which is where Gabriel finds them ten minutes after their arrival.

“Major Reyes,” Tommy says once she spots him. “Carlos is being examined right now, TK is with him and he’ll come with updates.”

Gabriel nods and takes a seat in one of plastic chairs, fishing his phone from his pocket to call his wife.

After reassuring Andrea that Carlos is okay and he’s being checked over and promising Carlos will call her as soon as he can, he hangs up in time to see TK walk over to them.

“The doctor’s initial exam shows that everything is fine, but they’re taking him to get an x ray to make certain,” TK explains.

“That’s good to hear,” Gabriel smiles, patting TK on the shoulder.

TK nods, returning the smile.

Carlos is back in the exam room shortly after, TK and Gabriel with him. Carlos is speaking to his father after finishing his call with Andrea when TK’s radio comes to life.

“It’s okay,” Carlos says before TK can apologize. “I’m fine, and the x ray is going to show just that.”

“I’ll take him home,” Gabriel nods.

“Oh,” Carlos frowns a little at a realization. “My car is at the precinct.”

“I can have dad take me there after shift and I’ll get it home,” TK says.

“Okay,” Carlos nods. “The keys are in my locker.”

TK nods, moving closer to Carlos. “I’ll see you at home,” he takes Carlos’s hand and gives it a squeeze.

“I’ll see you at home, babe,” Carlos squeezes back. “Go save lives.”

“Bye, Mr. Reyes,” TK waves as he walks towards the door.

“Bye, TK. Stay safe,” Gabriel replies.

TK nods again and with one last look at Carlos, who is still smiling and gives him a nod himself, TK turns on his heels and walks through the hospital, meeting his team outside.

*****

“Babe, I’m home,” TK calls out as he walks through the door, dropping the keys into the bowl sitting on the table next to the door.

He immediately spots Carlos in the kitchen by the fridge, who smiles widely upon seeing TK.

“Hey, babe,” Carlos replies, closing the fridge door. “How was the rest of shift?”

“You should be resting,” TK raises his eyebrows as he walks over to Carlos. “It was fine, a little slow towards the end.”

“I am, resting that is, I was just getting some orange juice,” Carlos replies. “Welcome home,” he whispers before returning the soft kiss TK leans in for.

TK sighs into the kiss, a hand going to cup Carlos’s cheek. He pulls back slightly to plant another kiss to Carlos’s lips, both of them pouring their everything into it, feeling each other, reassuring each other.

“Hi,” TK whispers when they pull apart, resting his forehead against Carlos’s.

“Hi yourself,” Carlos whispers back, a small smile spreading on his face.

“How are you feeling?” TK asks, a thumb caressing Carlos’s cheek.

“Okay,” Carlos replies. “Me and dad ordered pizza. You know, one of the easier things to eat with…” he trails off, gesturing to his sling.

TK nods.

“Definitely easier than changing out of your uniform with a sore shoulder,” Carlos shakes his head. “And showering.”

TK frowns, eyes turning sad at the thought of Carlos in pain, but Carlos quickly goes to reassure TK.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle though,” Carlos says. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“I know, I just…I hate that you got hurt,” TK sighs, face falling and eyes going to Carlos’s injured arm.

It’s Carlos’s turn to gently cup TK’s face and guide him to look into his eyes.

“Hey,” Carlos soft calls. “I’ll be good as new in no time. A couple of weeks and I go for a check up and we take it from there.”

TK nods, eyes not leave Carlos’s, almost afraid that Carlos would somehow disappear if he looks away.

“Okay,” Carlos says as he closes the gap between them with another kiss.

Before either of them say anything else, TK’s stomach rumbles and reminds him that he’s very hungry. Carlos lifts an eyebrow, making TK chuckle.

“I ordered a pizza for you too, I put it in the oven to keep it warm,” Carlos adds.

“My savior,” TK brushes a kiss to Carlos’s cheek.

“Hm, if I recall correctly, you saved me today,” Carlos responds.

“Well, call it even,” TK smiles. “I’ll go take a quick shower then I can eat and we can carefully cuddle and watch a movie.”

“Exactly what I need.”

TK, however, doesn’t move and keeps watching Carlos.

“TK?” Carlos questions, his face turning into one of confusion.

“I’m not going until I’m sure you’re sitting safely on the couch,” TK shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Taking it easy, remember? I don’t want you hurting your shoulder again, and your parents hearing about it…I do not want to receive that phone call.”

Carlos playfully rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Okay, I’m going.”

He grabs the full glass of orange juice off the counter and walks over the couch, setting the cup down on the table and then lowering himself down on the fluffy cushion.

“Safe and sound. Now go shower,” Carlos gestures towards the bathroom. “I miss you and your cuddles.”

“Give me ten minutes,” TK smiles as he walks over to Carlos, dropping a kiss to the top of his head and then to his injured shoulder.

As promised, they’re cuddling thirty minutes later. TK had finished eating and went to grab a couple of water bottles before gently sitting on Carlos’s unhurt side. He lifts his arm for Carlos to come closer and TK carefully places his hand over Carlos’s injured shoulder, mindful not to add any pressure there.

Carlos snuggles against his boyfriend, pressing a light kiss to TK’s neck and then resting his head there. He closes his eyes as he breaths TK in, his mint scented body wash fresh and captivating. That’s what home smells like to Carlos now.

Carlos hums happily when TK starts carding his fingers through his loose soft curls, and TK smiles, knowing very well how that gesture calms the officer and relaxes him.

“How’s your back, baby? I know the doctor said the bruising isn’t as bad as we thought but are you in pain?”

“It’s okay, as long as I don’t move too much, I’m not in a lot of pain. And the doctor prescribed a gel that should make it better.”

TK sighs.

“Baby, it’s just cause it’s only been a few hours since…and sleep is going to help. I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll ice it for you and apply the gel before we sleep. Is there anything you need right now?”

Carlos looks up at TK from his position. “I’ve got everything I need right here. You’re all I need, Ty, anytime, anywhere.”

“You’ve got me, ‘Los, always.”

TK plants a kiss to Carlos’s forehead, his lips lingering there for a few extra moments. He needs to know that Carlos is really, truly okay, he needs to feel Carlos, and Carlos understands. So he tries to move even closer to TK without pain flaring up across his body.

“My dad was impressed by you, you know,” Carlos says after a few minutes of them watching the movie in silence.

“Me?”

Carlos nods. “With how you handled everything and stayed calm.”

“Oh, no, I was freaking out,” TK replies.

“I mean, he told me he could see how you were shaken up when you realized it was me, but you didn’t let that cloud you or get in the way. You stayed calm through the panic, stayed professional and held your ground even though you were freaking out on the inside. You controlled it, and he told me he’s rarely seen people be able to do that,” Carlos explains.

“Well, I had to make sure you come out of it okay.”

“And he’s also very grateful for that. My mom, too. I could hear it in her voice, she felt better when I told her you took care of me,” Carlos continues.

TK feels his heart warm at the knowledge of Gabriel and Andrea’s support and appreciation. It uplifts him and makes him incredibly happy, and he’s even happier knowing how much their approval of him means to Carlos.

“I was honestly just too focused on the pain so I wasn’t paying much attention to anything around, I hate that you had to see me hurt, but I’m also glad it was you at the scene. Because once I knew it was you next to me, I felt safe. I knew I was safe,” Carlos expresses.

“I’ll be here, always,” TK vows. “Through it all, I’ll always be right by your side.”

“And I will always be right by yours,” Carlos vows back.

“Just, let me take care of you, please. You’ve always taken great care of me, and of everyone really, it’s who you are and I know how important it is to you. But remember, baby, it’s okay to rely on others too, to get help when you need it,” TK says.

Carlos stays silent for a few moments, brushing his fingers over the material of his sweats. “It’s not…the easiest thing for me, doing that,” he eventually replies.

“I know and that’s okay, babe,” TK reassures him. “It starts with small steps. Besides, I always want to pamper my wonderful boyfriend.”

That makes Carlos smile and he nods. “Okay, I’ll work on it.”

They seal their promises with a passionate kiss, each of them giving as well as they’re receiving, immersed in each other in every possible way.

“That also wasn’t the first time I freaked out on that call,” TK admits when they separate.

Carlos sits up, facing TK and frowns a little.

“They called for medical after you reported shots were fired and it was another officer who requested EMS and…I freaked out. I was heard the call and I terrified you were hurt,” TK sighs.

“Oh, babe,” Carlos says softly. “That’s completely understandable. It all happened so quickly, the shots, Ryan getting hit in the vest…next thing I knew, I could hear Robert call for medical and I was already after the suspects. But hey, if I were hurt then, you would have taken great care of me, like you always do,” he strokes over TK’s hand with his thumb. “Like you did.”

TK nods, but his eyes glisten with unshed tears, making the green of his irises even brighter than normal.

“It just scares me,” TK sniffs.

“I know, and I’m scared for you, too. I can’t promise I won’t get hurt again, but what I can promise, is that I will always fight to come home to you,” Carlos replies.

“I promise the same,” TK reciprocates. “Always.”

Carlos leans in, touching his forehead to TK’s and closes his eyes, taking comfort in the way TK gravitates towards him and his touch. “I’m okay, you’re okay…we’re okay, baby.”

TK closes his eyes as well, and they breathe together, anchoring each other, hearts beating as one.

“So,” TK starts when they separate, intertwining his fingers with Carlos’s. “What’s that story about you trying to walk around to fix the ranch fence with a sprained ankle?”

Carlos chuckles and settles back against TK’s chest, resting his head against his shoulder.

“Well, I was eighteen and I had taken a bad tackle during a football game the day before…”

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hortensemitchell · 3 years ago

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Love Science: Chapter 5

Logan believed that he could solve anything through the power of science, even something as complicated as love. James is set on teaching him that love can’t be summed up in experiments and charts.

The two of them might just learn that there is more to love than they realize.

Rating: T

Pairing: Logan Mitchell/James Diamond

Word Count: 2305

“It’s really not that bad Carlos.” Kendall said, leaning against the bathroom stalls. “No one will even notice.” He paused for a moment, looking him over again. “Probably.”

Logan kept his head down as he ran some paper towels under the cool water, attempting some medical aid with the limited supplies in the school bathroom. Under the bright fluorescent lights he was finally able to get a good look at Carlos’ face, and well, Kendall wasn’t being entirely truthful.

His eye was swollen shut, a dark bruise already starting to set in. And his lip seemed to be split open across the top. Carlos would wince in pain every time he spoke, but that hardly stopped the smaller boy.

He isn’t even sure what had happened in the time he had separated from the two. He couldn’t always be with the other boys because of the advanced classes he took. That didn’t keep him from being roped into their shenanigans though.

One minute he was listening intently to his teacher's lecture on the symbolism in ‘Animal Farm’ and the next Kendall was at the door claiming Logan was needed in the principal's office. He knew Kendall though, and wasn’t all that surprised when he grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him the opposite direction of the office.

Carlos was sitting on the counter of the bathroom, hand held over his eye and Logan had instantly gotten to work. It was second nature to him, fixing their injuries. He didn’t even bother asking how they happened anymore before coming to their aid.

“Give it to me straight Doc, am I gonna live?”

Logan rolled his eyes at the other boy’s melodramatics, though he couldn’t fight the smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. “You’ll live at least, but you’ll have a pretty nasty black eye for a couple days. How’d you get this anyways?”

Carlos sat up taller where he was perched on the edge of the counter, chest puffed out in pride. “Well you’ll be proud to know that I happened to get a date for the dance. James isn’t the only ladies man after all.”

Logan heard Kendall snort from over his shoulder, “Yeah and how many of James’ ‘ladies’ leave him with a black eye?”

“She was excited, you can’t blame her for that. Besides, you're just jealous that I have a totally awesome date and you don’t.” Carlos looked over at Kendall sticking his tongue out, and Logan shook his head. Sometimes it was hard to believe he was the same age as them.

Logan clasped his hand on Carlos’ shoulder and gave it a congratulatory squeeze momentarily distracting him from Kendall’s teasing. “Just try and wear your helmet around her okay? I can’t keep missing class to patch you up.”

He heard the bathroom door swing open, and all three of them looked over to see James rushing into the room. “I got your text, sorry it took me so long, Mrs.Bigler was not in a friendly mood today. Can you believe that she told me that- Wait. Dude, what happened to your eye?”

“Kendall! You told me that no one would notice!”

Kendall raised his hands in mock surrender, “ I did say probably.”

James came closer to the pair at the sink, examining the damage. “How can anyone not notice, can you even see?” Logan elbowed James in the ribs sharply to get him to stop talking.

“It’s not that bad,” Logan gave James a pointed glare, “And it should at least fade a little in time for the dance.”

The mention of the dance seemed to have Carlos perk up again, springing himself off the counter, injury completely forgotten. “Speaking of the dance, Jenny said yes to going with me. So you wanna help me get some clothes for the dance after school? And probably one of those flower things that girls like?”

Logan felt James tense up beside him. James was supposed to be helping Logan after school, and he felt himself deflate a little. Tutoring him would be a chore, and he doubted James would pass up the opportunity to go to the mall for him. He tried to shake off the feeling though, it’s not like he wanted to go to the stupid dance anyways.

“How about tomorrow night? I have to go to Logan’s to work on algebra homework.”

Kendall raised an eyebrow, examining the taller boy. “Since when do you pass up the opportunity to go shopping for tutoring of all things?”

When Logan glanced over he swore he could see James cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but as quick as the expression crossed his face, it left. It was kind of scary how quickly James could put on a show, and it got Logan wondering if he ever did that around him too.

James shifted the weight of his backpack on his shoulder, eyes meeting Kendall’s analyzing look. “You know my mother, if I don’t pass my test with at least a C, there’s no way she’ll let me go to the dance.”

The answer seemed to please Kendall for a moment, as he nodded. Logan felt momentarily grateful for James’ quick thinking because it would be mortifying for the other two to know what they were really doing.

They wouldn’t really care, he knew that much. Minus some teasing, he doubts the other two would think much about it. But still, his lessons in love were something he would like to keep to just the two of them.

The shrill bell pierced the air reminding the group of boys that they still had half a day’s worth of classes to get through. Carlos and Kendall shuffled out of the door quickly, realizing they had left their bags in their last period, and Logan moved to follow behind them. He only made it a couple of steps before he felt a harsh tug on his bag almost pulling him off balance.

He stumbled backwards a couple steps before coming in contact with something solid. He turned around in place to find himself inches away from James. The other boy had a huge grin plastered across his face, and Logan could see an almost evil glint in his eye. It was the same look he would see on Kendall’s face as he concocted yet another scheme, and Logan instantly felt dread build in the pit of his stomach.

There was no use fighting it though, he’d learned from years of being their friend. He sighed in resignation, “Alright, what’s the plan?”

“I’m glad you asked, I figured now was the perfect time to start step one of your training.” James set his bag on the counter beside him and began ruffling through it. When he pulled a tube of hair gel and his lucky comb from the bag, Logan finally understood what step one was. He made a move to exit the bathroom, but was stopped by James hand gripping his bag strap, holding him in place.

“What do you think is the first step to getting someone’s attention?” James looked at him expectantly and Logan racked his brain for an answer.

That question had brought him back to the very same struggles he had yesterday at Kendall’s house. Whatever it is that James did to make the girls fall at his feet, he just didn’t know. At least with Kendall, he could say that girls liked his easy going, down to Earth charm. And any girl that met Carlos, knew they’d be in for a crazy time. There just wasn’t a good answer for James though, and Logan hated not having an answer.

James had stepped out of Logan’s space, and watched him as he thought over his answer. Under his watchful eye, Logan began to feel uncomfortable and turned to the bathroom mirror to avoid his gaze. “I don’t know James, a good opener?”

He could see in the reflection James shake his head slightly, “Step one is getting them to look at you. Why do you think I spend so much time fixing my hair and deciding what to wear everyday? It takes effort to look this good, but it’s well worth it.” He stepped behind Logan, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “And today I’m gonna use that effort on you.”

Logan couldn’t help the snort that escaped him at James’ words. All the Cuda Man Spray and hair gel in the world couldn’t make up for the fact that he was a nerd. And when he stood next to James? Well it was almost unfair.

James was breathtaking, Logan wasn’t afraid to admit what was true. He had a natural glow about him, and he managed a healthy tan all year round despite the cold Minnesota winters. And when he smiled, his whole face lit up in a way the genius couldn’t really describe. When he stared at them, side by side, it wasn’t hard to compare himself to everything he was not.

“Let’s face it James, no one's gonna look at me when you’re in the room.”

James' face fell, and an unreadable expression crossed his features. His voice was barely above a whisper now, and Logan had to strain to hear it over the sounds of people walking to class in the hallways. He’d almost completely forgotten the school bell had rang.

“You don’t have to be me for someone to like you Logan.”

“Yeah, sure I don’t. That’s why there's a mile long line of girls just hoping I’ll give them the time of day. I’m a scrawny, pale, nerd who can barely string together a sentence in front of a pretty girl.” He shifted his head to the side, no longer interested in looking at his reflection. “ I appreciate that you want to help, but-”

He felt James’ hands on his shoulders, gently turning him around. Again he was only inches away from the other boy, a fact that made him nervous.Though James wasn’t making eye contact with him which made the situation a little more bearable as he stayed still under James grip, waiting for him to break the silence.

When he finally met Logan’s eyes though, there was a deep sadness in them that had him wanting to backtrack on all of the things he had said. He could play dress up for James, pretend that all his effort wasn’t in vain. Anything to keep him from looking at Logan the way he was now.

“Do you-” He took a quick breath in an attempt to steady his shaking voice. “Do you really think that low of yourself Logan?”

Now would be the time to pull back, pretend that it wasn’t a big deal to him. He didn’t really trust his words right now, afraid he’d keep spilling his guts if he opened his mouth. Instead he gave a small nod, hoping that the other boy would drop the conversation right there.

He wasn’t expecting the harsh tug pulling him tightly into the other boys’ arms. James had crouched down slightly, burying his face in Logan’s neck, his body tense like he would sprint away at a moment's notice.

Logan knew exactly how he felt, overwhelmed with the close contact. Still he didn’t try to break free from the hold, instead tangling his fingers in the fabric of James t-shirt, holding him close. He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, seconds, minutes, maybe an hour before James finally spoke again.

“I know it might not mean much coming from me. But I promise you I’m not just saying this as your best friend. You aren’t some pathetic nerd Logan. I wasn’t kidding about all the things I said yesterday, you are more than you give yourself credit for. And if some girls don’t realize it, that’s their loss.”

Logan felt grateful that James still had his face buried in his neck. That meant he couldn’t see the flush across his cheeks and how teary eyed he had gotten from the kind words. He couldn’t really find the words to speak and instead wrapped his arms around James hugging him tightly.

Behind him, Logan heard the bathroom door slam open and wasn’t surprised when he felt James launch back from their embrace. The student didn’t even look twice at the pair before turning on his heel and heading back out. The heavy mood in the room though had left with him, and Logan didn’t really know what to do now.

James preoccupied himself with gathering the hair supplies that had been long forgotten on the counter before zipping up his bag and turning his attention back on Logan. “So, I’ll be over at four?”

He was giving Logan an out, if he didn’t want to do this anymore all he had to say was no. But Logan found himself nodding. Even if he felt the plan was pointless, it obviously meant something to James and he never wanted to see that look of sadness on his face again.

James smiled at his agreement, knocking him on the shoulder as he made his exit from the bathroom and just like that Logan was alone.

Being left with his thoughts seemed to be a very bad idea, as he could clearly still remember the feel of James’ arms wrapped tightly around him. They were all affectionate with each other, sure, but something felt different about that hug, and he didn’t want to think about it.

Instead he rushed out of the bathroom, heading off to make it to the very tail end of his third period class. Hoping a little calculus would distract him from thinking about what happened in the bathroom and the tutoring session later.

Across the school, James headed to his chemistry class, hoping for the same exact thing.

#my writing #Big Time Rush #James Diamond #Logan Mitchell #Carlos Garcia #Kendall Knight #Jogan

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fuck-you-i-am-spiderman · 4 years ago

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Also I would be v. interested to hear any and all smut headcanons you'd like to share..... about OT4 or any sub-dynamic therein. I'm here for it. Please feed us content. ;)

I knew this was coming and since both you and @bunny-lou wanted me to be horny on main, I've decided to indulge in the smut. These are mixture of some scenarios, some I will be attempting to write. I've put it under the cut so people can just scroll past of it isn't their thing. But, if it is your thing then buckle up my friends 😉

1. *Planning to write*(Inspired by Carlos’s whole energy in ‘ways to be wicked’, specifically the shoulder thing because the action makes me fucking weak.)

↳ Mal and Carlos against the lockers. The hallway is abandoned, and maybe they’re supposed to be in class but Mal has too much energy and Carlos is oozing confidence. Carlos pins Mal to the lockers, his arms on either side of her locking her in place as they share very heated kisses. Carlos is taking control and Mal is trying and failing to keep quiet as Carlos sinks to his knees and fucks Mal with his tongue. Mal has her hands in Carlos’s hair and Carlos looks up and meets Mal’s gaze as she cums. When they eventually make it to class, both a little flushed Jay and Evie just know and share smirks and looks that scream “you’re telling/showing us exactly what happened in vivid detail later”

2. *planning to write* (it was during the SpideySparrow D1 rewatch when we were discussing our hatred for D*** and this idea came out of spite mostly)

↳ Evie is at her desk trying to do some work and Mal is teasing her under the desk. Mal gets impatient because she wants Evie’s attention and proceeds to crawl under the desk and be the perfect distraction. Doug comes into the room to talk to Evie and Mal doesn’t stop her relentless teasing, he tries to ask Evie out and Mal gets a little possessive, and it basically spurs Mal on to get him to back the fuck off of her girl; and she proceeds to make Evie cum and cry out Mal's name infront of him.

3. #ot4rights because I love Carvie being nerds and trying to study whilst Jal are being little shits and not wanting to/not being able to focus on the work.

↳ Carlos and Evie are trying to help Mal and Jay with their homework. Mal and Jay have fluctuated between doodling one one another’s work, wrestling and making out. So, Carlos and Evie decide to play a game of strip study to help Mal and Jay to pay attention. Every time they get an answer right or complete a question they get a ‘prize’, it starts off with little kisses but then Evie is removing her shirt and it becomes a matter of who’s going to break first. Homework is completely off the table when Carlos and Evie start touching themselves and they spend the rest of the evening in a haze of lust and orgasms.

4. I just really like the idea of them teasing one another and I think they would be quite into testing the boundaries in public and also none of them can resist when Evie is in a dress so flawless, it would be a crime not to do something 😉

↳ They’re at an event and Evie is trying to pay attention and act like she isn’t as bored as the other three. Carlos’s fingers crawl up her inner thigh as Evie is trying to keep her composure. Jay keeps giving her these smoldering looks and Mal is whispering dirty talk in Evie’s ear and telling her all the things they want to do to her. Evie ends up dragging Mal to the bathroom for some release and sending a picture of Mal on her knees to tease the boys. They leave early and Evie gets her revenge by making them beg for release as she teases (all three), spanks (Jay and Mal) and then rides Carlos’s face.

Other less specific ideas I have:

Mal and Jay battling for dominance, Mal likes to rake her fingernails down Jay's back and Jay bites her - not hard enough to pierce the skin but enough to leave a mark and a slight sting. Mal is constantly telling Jay to shut up and to quit being a fucking tease and Jay is always retorting with a "make me" as Mal flips them over, straddles him and rides him rough.

Sharing showers to “conserve water”. Jay sinking to his knees and Carlos brushing Jay’s hair from his face and trying to keep Jay from being attacked by the shower head.

Evie does a lot of research on aftercare and loves to make sure that her partners are both physically and mentally okay after particularly steamy or intense times. Carlos and Evie like to have warm baths and massage one another’s shoulders, lots of cuddling and soft kissing. They all learn that Mal needs verbal reassurance, both that she’s not gone too far (and that is is very much consensual) and that she’s not weak if she’s in a more submissive role. Jay likes to hold them afterwards, massage their shoulders, run his fingers through their hair or down their arms.

Carlos gets rushes of confidence where he gets really into dirty talk. He's really good at oral sex and loves it when his partner/partners run their hands through his hair. He loves bringing Jay to the edge and getting him to beg. Evie is so encouraging, she's always telling him how good he feels and how amazing he makes her feel. Mal is quieter she makes little moans but bites her lip and chases his movements. When she's really close she'll start speaking in what they thought was gibberish but it's actually dragon language and her eyes change shades during sex.

Mal uses her magic to make her fingers vibrate as she curls them, hitting the perfect spot. She can make her fingers or her tongue cold or warmer to intensify the feeling and uses some of her dragon powers to curl her tongue just right.

Jay absolutely loving masturbating infront of them, even more so when he gets to watch someone else doing it. He really loves putting on a show for his partners and trying to stop himself from finishing them off himself.

Evie using a strap-on with Jay and having him on all fours. She starts off slow, easing him into the feeling and getting used to herself in that position, but she quickly finds her footing. Jay is meeting Evie’s thrusts and he’s fisting the bed-sheets. Evie feels incredibly powerful when she has Jay reduced to a groaning mess.

Evie and Jay being one another’s dates to a fancy Auradon thing whilst Mal and Carlos are off causing some much needed mischief. They’re dancing together and it’s a build-up all night, lingering touches on the small of Evie’s back, a teasing kiss to Jay’s jaw. Jay tugging them to the nearest bathroom and lifting Evie up, with her legs around his waist as he fucks her against the wall.

Mal and Carlos using pranking together as foreplay and getting momentarily distracted as Mal gives Carlos a hand-job as he’s trying to explain the plan.

Mal has a praise kink. That’s all, no expanding on that one.

Everyone fucking losing it when Evie wears a leather jacket and no one being able to keep their hands off of her.

Carlos and Jay in particular like to experiment with food-play, lots of chocolate drizzled and licked off of one another. Mal can be persuaded to try something if strawberries are involved. She got particularly inventive with some chocolate covered strawberries and using them to tease Evie’s clit.

#descendants #jaylos #malvie #carvie #marlos #jayvie #jal #rotten four #smutty smut 👀#you're welcome 😉#Spideysparrow 💜

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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 4 years ago

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tagged by my favourite irish witch @sarcasmisalifechoice i love you 🥰

Rules: post the first twenty songs in a playlist on shuffle & then highlight all that apply to you below

I'm shuffling all of the songs I have saved in Spotify so I'm sorry in advance lol

¡Viva Almería! - Manolo Escobar

La Vi Bailar Flamenco - Andrés Suárez

Belle - from Beauty and the Beast (2017)

Boom! - Simple Plan

Ready to Go (Get Me Out of My Mind) - Panic! At the Disco

Imbongi - Ladysmith Black Mambazo

Blue Skies - Ella Fitzgerald

Falsettoland / About Time - Falsettos

Les Amants De Minuit - Michèle Arnaud

No Way - SIX

You Can't Always Get What You Want - Glee

Not A Common Man - Matt Smith

Jinny Bingham's Ghost - Frank Turner

Uma Flor de Verde Pinho - Carlos do Carmo

Wrong Side of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch

Complicated - Neverkept

Oxitocina - Chica Sobresalto

Demolition Lovers - My Chemical Romance

Cai - Niña Pastori

Where You Are (Demo) - Lin-Manuel Miranda (from Moana)

APPEARANCE

I’m an I-need-to-pull-the-driver-seat-all-the-way-in kind of a person // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how I look // I prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backward

HOBBIES & TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS

i am in a relationship // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETIC

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISC

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least one dog // i have a cat

I tag @kindaemotionalkindaemotionless @skamesp @lesbeanfatou @claimedbytheearth @nometoquesel @comebacksoonboys

#tag #this was so fun #also sorry for the songs jsfsfs #although manolo escobar does slap

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pumpkin-spice-whump-latte · 5 years ago

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Whumptober #7: Isolation

Hey guess who can’t write something without it turning into a goddamn novel? IT’S ME! I got a little carried away with this one, but it’s a concept that I’m actually super interested in.

contents: Sensory deprivation, hallucinations, unreality mention, drugging

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“Test number 13: Keller injection administered. Subject–”

“What the FUCK did you just stick me with you sick BASTARD?”

Dr. Tillman paused during the outburst, looking down at the man strapped to the table indifferently, then continued.

“…Subject restrained. Begin phase two.”

Ben could feel a cold finger of fear start tapping it’s way up his spine as soon as he’d felt the needle pierce his skin, and it was only made worse by the fact that he wasn’t even being told what was in it. He had no idea what drug had just been forced into his system and wouldn’t know until something started hurting or growing or peeling off… Oh god. It was the vast unknown of it all that was the worst thing.

“At least… Goddammit, at least tell me what this is supposed to be testing for, huh Doc?” There was a tiny bit of pleading his voice that he hadn’t meant to let slip, and it made his cheeks burn in shame. Might as well have said “pretty please, oh Mr. Mad Scientist sir, with ice cream on top?”

The man above him simply checked to see the straps around Ben’s wrists and ankles were tight enough, scribbled something down on his clipboard, then turned to leave the room.

“Hey!” Ben yelled after him. “I’m asking you a question! Hey!” It did no good. The scientist didn’t even pause a step to look back before the door slammed shut behind him. Ben would have kept on screaming out demands and threats, turning all of his fear into anger, if his vision hadn’t started to suddenly fade away.

The room started going dark gray and fuzzy at the edges, and he quieted down a little in nervous confusion. Was he passing out? No… No he was still awake. It was the room that was going away. It was his eyes that were rapidly failing him.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” He whispered this to himself, since he’d long since given up on the possibility of anything else out there hearing him, but then that too started to fade. His mouth opened and closed and he could feel breath being pushed out over his tongue and teeth, but he could hear nothing.

At that point his vision had blacked out completely as well.

He was strapped to a goddamn table, alone, and unable to hear or see anything around him. He knew it was useless but screamed anyway, forcing out a great rush of air in the way his body remembered, compressing his chest and opening his mouth wide as he could. There was no one around to hear it.

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“Bennnnn..” It started softly. His name called from somewhere far off, in a voice that sounded vaguely familiar. “BEN!” There it was again, only this time sharp like the crack of a whip. He tried to call out an answer but, when he couldn’t hear his own voice, he knew it had to have been auditory hallucinations. That happened a lot with sensory deprivation. The brain had gotten used to hearing or seeing so when it was suddenly taken away, the brain compensated by flinging out random images and sounds. Memories.

Ghosts.

Even so, Ben figured he could handle this. The scientist’s experiment had become clear; total isolation and it’s effects on everyone’s favorite kidnap victim.

Great.

He tried taking a few deep breaths, focusing on the sensation of air moving in and out of his lungs. Feeling the way his chest expanded and contracted to remind himself of his connection to the waking world. It was okay. Whatever this was would be temporary. The drug in his system would wear off.

…Wouldn’t it?

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After only six hours Ben wasn’t so sure it would. Of course he had no way to tell it had been six hours; his entire world consisted of darkness and nothingness and trying to count the seconds had gotten tedious after ten minutes.

But now he had a lot more to deal with than just boredom. Like the fact that he was still hearing things, and could no longer tell if they were real.

“Of course I’m real, man.” Carlos’ voice. The other captive he’d met not too long ago. The one who’d been a doctor too and had gentle hands. Ben was hearing his voice like he was sitting right next to him.

“Ben. Ben. Ben. Ben.” The voice kept repeating his name over and over until he pushed out more air in another frustrated shout.

Then came the sensation of fingers on his arm. He twitched and tried to flinch away, but he was still strapped down to the table. He couldn’t move an inch and

something was touching his arm.

He tried calling out Carlos’ name, tried demanding he do something to let him know this wasn’t a hallucination.

“Tap my arm three times if you’re real.”

The ghostly fingers only moved down to tap at his leg instead. What did that mean? Real, but not real? Here, yet not here?

Was he going insane????

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After fifteen hours he began to forget things. Strange, random things like what pizza tasted like. Big, important things like what an hour of time even felt like, let alone meant. He had started to feel vaguely detached from the idea of having a body and being alive at all, and now it had grown into a full blown existential crisis. What if…

What if he had actually died?

What if this was Hell? This was his punishment for snitching on his boss back when he was a free, unhurt man. Jerry had never gotten over it but you weren’t supposed to be stealing opioids and managing a hospital at the same time.

Maybe this was limbo. Maybe he’d stay like this for the rest of eternity, unable to move or see or hear anything….

Except he could hear things, couldn’t he? Sometimes it was a woman’s voice humming directly next to his ear. Sometimes it was his father, saying some garbled nonsense he couldn’t understand. But most of the time it was Carlos.

His brain had apparently latched onto to the man out of a sense of desperate camaraderie. The only other person he’d seen in ages that was alive and didn’t cause him pain and terror. Carlos was beside him a lot during that time, and it was getting harder and harder to convince himself it was just a hallucination.

“Tell… Tell me a story. Tell me how the scientist found you.” It was getting harder to tell if his voice was making it out of his throat. Or if it mattered.

The shadow of Carlos didn’t answer, but Ben was able to feel the soft pressure of someone laying their head on his shoulder. Tears slipped out hot and rolling from the sides of his eyes, and he sobbed out noises he couldn't hear or even properly regulate.

“Tell me how we’re gonna…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence. There was no point in it anyway. Tell me how we’re going to get out of here? Ha. Funny.

A great feeling of heavy sadness washed over him then, cresting so far above his head that it felt monstrous, and his brain decided that was enough. The hallucinations, the tortuous uncertainty, the maddening need to scratch his nose and not being able to, he could deal with all that.

But the feeling of utter loneliness–the sense that he really was the only person in this universe, and Carlos and Dr. Tillman and his boyfriend back home that he didn’t let himself think about, they had all actually been hallucinations–that’s what ended up breaking him.

It was at hour thirty that the drug finally started to wear off and allow his senses to function properly again, but by that point he no longer cared. By that point he responded to anything Dr. Tillman said or did with mindless screaming, prompting the scientist to drag him unwillingly back into a holding cell and toss him onto the ground.

Ben was ninety-nine percent sure he was still hallucinating (or hadn’t been, maybe this was a dream, maybe he was asleep) but couldn’t help himself as the scientist was walking away again. Whether this was real or not his entire body screamed in unison for the company of another living soul. For the reminder that he was a person and shared this earth with other people.

“Wait! Please! Don’t!” He might have been able to see again (if his eyes could even be believed) and he might have been able to hear again (if his ears could be trusted either), but it meant nothing in that moment if he was to be left alone again. As much as he hated that damn scientist’s face, it was the only one he’d fully seen in thirty hours.

He broke down into helpless sobbing as the door was slammed in his face.

“Please… Please don’t, I can’t deal with this I can’t…” That wave of sadness stole over him again as he pushed his face into the cold metal floor. Looking around to see if Carlos or his father or his old boss Jerry had stuck around now that he’d regained his senses…

But it seemed like they hadn’t.

Now more than ever, Ben felt completely alone.

#whumptober2019 #no.7 #isolation #sensory deprivation #hallucinations #drugs #oc: ben #this is so long if anyone actually reads this you deserve an entire cookie

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Making little breathy moaning sounds as he clenches around you with each wave if his own orgasm. Nearly comes a second time on the spot just from you saying you might get both a tattoo and a piercing. Squeaking and babbling your name as you slam into his prostate and cum so hard inside him. Oh fuck oh fuck babe I can't mmm mmm gonna cum again if you keep doing that he whnes but shakes his head when you try and stop completely. I'm close again now don't stop please he begs. He cums again hard.

Yes.... fuck.... yes he moans into TKs neck as he comes in him. Fuck baby he moans as he slows until TK begs him to keep going. He picks the pace right back up. Moving TK hard until he comes again making Carlos moan his name so sinfully when TK milks him dry with each wave. He holds TK to him as they both ride the high oh jesus baby he groans rubbing his hands up and down TKs back. Fuck you're amazing he pants as they work on catching their breaths don't wanna move yet he whispers knowing he needs to clean them up but not wanting too. He just wants to hold TK and let the highs wear off slowly

#anon #tarlos rp

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 6 years ago

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Deacon St. John || Phantom in the Night [1/5]

A/n: This'll be a short series. There are spoilers, so I'll put a spoiler warning before you read.

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

I hope you all enjoy! Love you all!!! ••••••••••••••••••••

***HAS NOT BEEN PROOFREAD! PLEASE NOTIFY ME OF ANY ERRORS!!!***

***** Prompt: A mysterious woman with a mask has been traveling around the regions taking out whatever evil she comes across. When Deacon meets the woman behind the mask, his entire world changes. *****

~3rd Person POV~

The moment Deacon set foot in Copeland's Camp, he saw the entire encampment gathered in between the kitchen and the bounty stall. Mark stood in the middle as he addressed his fellow men and women. "I understand your concern, but we've no need to worry. Phantom means us no harm."

"What if she does target our camp?" A woman asked nervously.

"I assure you she will not. Now get back to work!" Mark shouted. Everyone headed back to their posts, a suffocating air lingering throughout the camp.

Deacon was perplexed as to why the entire camp was acting strange. He wake sober to many, greeting the mechanic. "Hey, Manny. What's going on here?"

"You haven't heard?" Manny inquired.

"Why the hell do you think I'm asking?" the drifter scoffed.

"Recently, there's been this girl spotted out in the shit. She wears this creepy mask and black clothing. No one knows who she is under the mask. People around the camp are afraid she'll attack us next," Manny explained.

"I didn't come here to listen to the camp's problems. You got anything new for me?" Deacon asked.

"Sorry, Deek. Nothing today."

"Alright, thanks."

Manny watched as the drifter mounted his bike. "You're leaving so soon?"

"Like hell I'm sticking around." Deacon started his bike and took off.

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As Deacon was riding through Belknap after accepting a job from Tucker, he was ambushed by marauders. A bullet pierced his right shoulder, knocking him off his bike. The motorcycle scraped against the asphalt as Deacon landed on his back with a painful grunt. "Fucking marauders..."

Four marauders charged at him, their weapons raised. The sniper tried to shoot him again, but the man in the tree suddenly was shot and screamed as he plummeted towards the road.

Deacon grabbed the bat hanging on his bat, ready to defend himself. Before he could even swing it, all the marauders were killed. The gunshots rang through the air, but the drifter was unable to locate his savior.

Suddenly, a figure climbed down a tree by the highway and landed a few feet away from Deacon. By the stature, he knew it was a woman. She turned around, revealing the mask concealing her face.

The sniper in her hands alerted the drifter, but she lowered and slung it across her back. Deacon was still on high alert as she walked towards him. Standing directly in front of him, she pulled down the hood and took the mask off her face. (H/c) hair tumbled out of the hood as she pulled at the strands to straighten them out. "I can help with your shoulder if you'll let me."

"Uh..." Deacon wasn't sure what to think at her offer. He was still puzzled at her sudden appearance and how she saved him. Now, he wasn't sure what to think of her offer, but he decided to accept her help. "Okay."

"Follow me." The woman guided him to a nearby bush where she fetched a backpack. She rummaged through it and pulled out what she needed. "I know we just met and all, but I'm gonna need you to remove your shirt."

Deacon glanced at the woman with a stoic expression. "You're serious?"

"No, I'm gonna patch you up magically through your shirt," she sighed. "Yes, I'm serious. It's my fault you were shot, anyway."

"How is it your fault?" The drifter questioned as he removed his cut, jacket, and shirt to allow the woman access to the bullet hole in his shoulder.

"I watched the bastards set up the ambush. I should've taken them out the moment I saw them." The woman began examining the wound before cleaning it thoroughly. "Good. The bullet passed straight through. Name's (Y/n), by the way."

"Deacon," the man gave her his name. "Phantom, huh? What are you—some masked vigilante? Never thought I see one of those in the middle of the apocalypse," Deacon commented after he let out a faint grunt of pain.

"Is that what people are calling me? And no, I'm not a masked vigilante. I go around taking out Freaks, Marauders, and Rippers. A few Squatters here and there, but mostly Swarmers and Newts."

"Why the mask?"

"Easiest way to take down a bunch assholes is to infiltrate their own ranks. The mask is so they don't recognize me and report who truly is behind the mask to other marauders. Even with most of the world's population being Freaks, rumors spread like wildfire out here in the shit." (Y/n) bandaged up his shoulder before placing the supplies back into her backpack. "There. It should heal in a week or two since it didn't hit anything major."

"Yeah, uh, thanks." Deacon put his clothes back on while (Y/n) slung her backpack over her shoulder.

She nodded and smiled. "You're welcome." Swiveling on her heels, she began making her way down the highway.

Something inside Deacon nagged him to tell her to stay. He cleared his throat and called out to the woman. "Need a ride somewhere?"

"Actually," (Y/n) spun back around to face him. "I do. You know where Black Crater is?"

Deacon nodded. "Yeah." He went over to his bike and hauled it off its side. "I'm heading there, too."

"Oh," she smirked. "You after the Rippers camped out there, too?"

"Guessing that's why you need a ride there," Deacon said. "And yeah. Those bastards keep ambushing supply runs for the Hot Springs."

"And Tucker asked you to do the dirty work for her," (Y/n) stated matter-of-factly. "Not surprised. Hope you're willing to have a partner on this endeavor."

"For once, yeah. Hop on."

(Y/n) secures her backpack against her back and mounted the bike. She placed her arms around Deacon's waist with a smile. "Let's go kill some Rippers."

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Eight months later, Deacon and (Y/n) found themselves at the Lost Lake Camp. They were forced to bring Boozer to the encampment due to blood poisoning from where a few Rippers had torched his arm. He was currently unconscious in the infirmary while Deacon had been dragged off by Skizzo.

(Y/n) sat at a picnic table, fiddling with a single bullet. She had used nest residue to create a single berserker bullet and was dying to test it out on anyone. While her gaze was focused on the bullet, she didn't notice Rikki sit down across from her. "It's (Y/n), right?"

"And you're Rikki. Nice to finally put a face to the name," the woman responded.

"You've traveled through Belknap and Cascade. Heard any interesting stories about this so called "Phantom?" I heard she wears this weird mask and goes around killing people."

"I've heard about her a few times during my trips. Not sure about the mask, but I heard she's been focusing on hordes recently."

Suddenly, the two women heard someone clear their throat and they turned their heads. At the end of the table stood Deacon, who was glancing between (Y/n) and Rikki. "Sorry, Rikki, but I need her right now."

"Y'know, Deek, I always took you as the loner type. I never expected to see another woman by your side with... you know..." Rikki's voice trailed off.

"Jesus, Rikki," Deacon exhaled. "We're not doing this shit again."

"I know, I know. I was just... surprised, is all."

The drifter grabbed (Y/n)'s upper arm and tugged her out of her seat and away from the picnic table. The woman already knew about Sarah and how Deacon had finally managed to get over her death a couple of months after their first meeting on the highway with her help.

The drifter released (Y/n) as they stood beside his bike. "Hop on. We're going to pay the Rippers a visit."

"What did Skizzo say to you?" The woman asked as she mounted the bike behind him.

"A plane carrying supplies for the Red Cross crashed in Iron Butte. If Boozer's wants a chance to survive, we have to get that medical supplies."

"We're heading straight into Ripper territory. Are you sure you want to risk the peace treaty Iron Mike has with Carlos?"

"That fucking treaty is already falling to pieces. We're getting that supplies one way or another." Deacon revved the engine and took off out the gate.

It was a thirty minute ride to their destination, which was a bridge connecting Lost Lake and Iron Butte. (Y/n) glanced up at the watchtower built beside the bridge. I don't see anyone on duty." Deacon contacted Skizzo, learning the post was unmanned on purpose. With no one on watch, it made it easy to infiltrate Ripper territory.

"Shit..." (Y/n) groaned as she spotted a car blocking their path. They quickly hopped off the motorcycle as Rippers shot at them. Taking cover behind a truck, the duo gladly responded with their own frenzy of bullets.

"Join us and we will—!"

(Y/n) emerged from their cover, shooting the woman in the head before she could finish her sentence. "I'd rather die than join a cult. I also kinda like having hair."

Deacon killed the last Ripper and they focused their attention on the car wedged in the opening between the makeshift walls. "Help me with this."

The woman placed her hands on the grill of the car beside Deacon's and they pushed the car to make room for the motorcycle. Once the vehicle was no longer an obstacle, the two returned to the bike and took off deeper into Ripper territory.

"Snipers!" (Y/n) shouted as she saw two Rippers and scanning the area with their weapons. Even though they had been spotted, the enemies' aiming was terrible and off the mark every time. Not wasting any more time, they drove past the assailants and to the crashed plane.

Dismounting the motorcycle, Deacon and (Y/n) climbed up a ledge and found the plane. From the wreckage, a Swarmer was tossed as if it were light as a feather. A thunderous roar caused both of them to hide behind a boulder.

"Great..." (Y/n) huffed under her breath.

Deacon watched in horror as a large creature emerged from the crashed plane and tore the Swarmer limb to limb. "The hell is that thing?"

"Never seen a Breaker before?" She whispered.

"Wouldn't be asking if I did," the drifter retorts, eyes plastered to the large Freaker as it stomped around the crash sight.

"Set the brute ablaze and let loose whatever ammo you have left. He'll be tough, but we can take him."

(Y/n) went to sneak up behind the brute, but Deacon grabbed her arm and forced her to remain behind the boulder beside him. "You're staying here."

"You're talking to a girl who's taken down plenty of these things by herself and who hunts down hordes in her spare time. I can just add another Breaker to the list of things I've killed. It's more of a tally than a list at this point."

"No," Deacon hissed.

"At least let me get the supplies while you fight the big guy," she whispered back, a hint of anger in her tone.

Deacon glanced between the Breaker and the plane before agreeing to her suggestion. "Alright. I'll distract it while you get the supplies."

"Just remember what I said, Deek. Fire makes it vulnerable." With those final words, (Y/n) broke off and headed around the other side of the boulder. She waited for the drifter to grab the Breaker's attention, which he did with a molotov. She sprinted to the plane in search of the medical cache and couldn't help but hear Deacon struggling against the large Freaker.

Once (Y/n) locates the supplies, she was disappointed to only find one remaining. Although, she was grateful there would be enough supplies to heal Boozer. She had only met the man a month after knowing Deacon. Now, it had been seven months since then and the two were practically friends. Of course, she and Deacon have spent almost every day the past eight months together taking jobs from Tucker and Copeland after learning how well they work together when they took down the Ripper ambush camp in Black Crater together.

A loud, painful groan tore (Y/n) from her thoughts. She ran out of what was once the cabin of the plane and saw the Breaker stomping towards a cornered Deacon. Grabbing the knife attached to her belt, she held the hilt tightly as she charged towards the shirtless brute. She leapt on its back, startling the large monster. Raising the blade, she plunged it into the side of its skull as it tried to grab her with its large hands. A simple blade to the brain was all that was needed to kill the Breaker.

(Y/n) unlatched her body off the Freak's back before its heavy body collapsed to the ground with a loud 'thud.' She wipes the blood off her knife before sheathing it.

Deacon got to his feet, running a hand across his neck as he coughed. "How the hell did that work?"

"Breakers have relatively tough skin and the muscle underneath makes it difficult even for bullets to pierce. Even with headshots, they're still not easy easy to kill. With fire, the skin burns and becomes brittle. In all honesty, the victory goes to you."

"Nice to know," Deacon sighs. "You find the medical supplies?"

"There's only one cache left, but it'll be enough," (Y/n) responds.

"Grab it and let's get the hell outta here."

Once the medical supplies was strapped to the back of the bike tightly, (Y/n) hopped on and they headed back to Lost Lake. When they crossed the bridge, they had an encounter with Skizzo and Rikki soon arrived on the scene. Surprisingly, she didn't scold either one of them for entering Ripper territory to retrieve medical supplies.

On the ride back, Rikki has taken them on a detour to the sawmill not far from the encampment. On top of a roof, they overlooked a horde wandering around the old sawmill. (Y/n)'s eyes narrowed as this horde was much larger than the ones she has faced before. She hadn't realized Rikki had left until Deacon called out to her. "Don't even think about it."

(Y/n) turned her head, showing the smirk on her face. "You know me so well."

"Yeah, well, Boozer and I are the only ones who know you're really this "Phantom" everybody's scared shitless of who goes around taking out hordes without a care in the world."

"Hey, I've taken out plenty of ambush camps, too. Not once have I attacked an encampment."

"You're unpredictable to them. That's why they're scared," Deacon said.

"Then I better give them a reason to trust me. And to do that, I'm starting with the sawmill."

"Hell no. You're not taking out a giant fucking horde by yourself."

"You're not gonna stop me, Deek. You should know that by now. Anyway, you should head back to Lost Lake. I'll be there shortly."

The drifter was confused as to what she was planning. "How do you plan on getting back?"

"Walking. It's not far from here. I can manage."

Deacon shook his head in disbelief, but he knew he couldn't force her along. "Fine. Radio me if anything happens."

(Y/n) offered him a gentle smile. "I will."

Deacon hopped off the roof and headed back to the camp.

The woman leapt down from the roof and grabbed her backpack. She pulled out her mask and change of black clothes she usually wore to accompany it. Changing her attire, she shoved her original outfit into the bag and departed to Lost Lake Camp.

The moment the guards saw (Y/n), they shouted for Iron Mike. The men and women kept their weapons aimed at the woman as she waited patiently for the gates to be opened. She could hear people in the camp scurrying around and could see a few gathering in front of the gate through the chain link fence.

The gate finally opened and Iron Mike cautiously stepped outside the camp with a stern expression. He stopped a few feet away from (Y/n), staring through the dark eyeholes in the creepy mask. "What brings a woman like you to Lost Lake?"

"Simple." The mask muffled her voice slightly, but it was enough to disguise it so no one could recognize who was under the mask. "To help."

"With what, stranger?" Mike responded cautiously.

"Hordes, ambush camps, infestations... you name it, I'll do it."

Rikki was intrigued by her offer and stepped outside of the camp to stand beside Iron Mike. "You wanna help? Start with that damn horde at the sawmill."

"Let her in," Iron Mike declares, shocking everyone in the camp besides Deacon and Boozer.

"You really think we can trust her?" One of the guards expressed his doubt.

The leader of the encampment spun around and faced the man. "If she was a danger to us, she wouldn't be making the roads safer to travel." He and Rikki walked back into the camp with the masked woman close behind. They sealed the gate and everyone stared at (Y/n) as she passed them.

Deacon suddenly appeared, blocking her path and glaring daggers at her. "Can I talk to you in private?"

"I know you're mad, but—hey!" She whisper-yelled when the drifter grabbed her arm and dragged her to the cabin he and Boozer were assigned.

Inside, Deacon slammed the door shut and pushed her against the wall by grabbing her upper arms. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Can't I help the camp out?" She retorts vehemently.

"You can help without that fucking mask."

"I'm trying to build a good reputation so I don't end up getting shot in the shit by someone from one of these encampments."

Deacon squeezed her arms tighter, causing her to wince. "What happens when people start wondering where (Y/n) goes when Phantom's around, huh?"

"Cover for me. Tell them I went on a supply run or to check in with another camp," (Y/n) replied.

"You are just—never mind." Deacon released the woman, allowing her to adjust her mask. "If you're taking on the horde at the sawmill, you're not doing it alone."

"Sorry, Deek, but I need to do this alone. I better get going before it becomes night." (Y/n) saw the concern written all over the drifter's face and sighed. "I'll be fine. If anything happens, I'll radio you."

Deacon nodded. "Just come back in one piece, alright?"

(Y/n) smiled gently. "I promise."

#days gone #days gone x reader #deacon st john x reader #deacon x reader #female reader

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aliypop · 5 years ago

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The Mafia Meet Up

Word Count : 2,279

A/N : Trying out a fic with Lucifer and my Character Yonah

Warning: Smut

Yonah sat at her desk taking calls and enjoying her usual Saturday at the GCPD when suddenly the sound of files dropped onto her desk, behind the stack was Jim Gordon holding a ticket to L.A.

"What's this for?" Yonah asked, watching the way Jim was acting.

"It's an undercover mission, you'll know the rest when you get there," Jim said,

"Sunny side LA here I come..." Yonah said, getting off the plane she could already tell this was going to be a bumpy ride of a weekend, the sun was bright and beating hot almost like hell itself, as she made her way to the LAPD she couldn't help wonder what this case was all about.

"Detective Wayne you're here, I'm Detective Espinoza," he said, taking his hand out for her to shake it, in which Yonah did, he was handsome, but she still was lost on the case.

"So about this case?" she asked,

"Well, we're gonna pair you up with hopefully.."

"Another beautiful day isn't it," Yonah paused as she heard a familiar voice coming from down the hall, it was sweet smooth and seductive the sound of a pure handsome devil, "I'm Luci-" he paused looking down at the shorter woman. It had been a while since she had even seen him, "Lucifer.." Yonah smirked, "You're a detective now?" she asked, as Dan looked at the two confused, but getting an idea for the case.

"It's settled.."

The case was for the two to sell that they were a couple, not just any couple, but one of L.A.'s toughest crime lords, ever since the mobs of Gotham started to arrive, L.A. has been more of a mess than usual, and it was up to Lucifer and Yonah now to fix it. Sitting in the middle of Lux was Yonah who was reading over the case,

"Do you think we can pull it off?" she asked, looking up at Lucifer.

"Depends if you want me to, love." He smirked watching her blush, he always enjoyed teasing Yonah whenever she was around him, It was almost as if he made it his goal in a sense, "So who's gonna be the don in the relationship?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Both of us.." she grinned, "Now Luci?" scooting closer laying her hand on his thigh giving it a little squeeze, " If they ask, you were the son of an opposing mob don of mine, " she began leaning in closer towards him, "by the way Luci.," she whispered in his ear.

"What is it you desire.." she asked, her eyes glowing a violet color as she noticed Lucifer staring into them.

"Well I..,"

"I'm just kidding I'm heading to bed, you're welcome to join me?" she hinted at him.

"Tired already, Ms. Wayne," he asked watching her walk up the steps,

" I never said I was tired, I only said I was heading to bed, Mr. Morningstar." she purred waiting for his reaction, Lucifer began to run up the steps after her as he caught her in his arms. Yonah looked up at him as she kissed him under the Jaw her free hand already in his devilish black hair, Yonah only gave him a little smirk as she kissed down his neck pinning up him up against the wall,

"We'll finish this tomorrow, perhaps?" Yonah said walking away from him, as he left speechless, there was something about her that made him want to beg for her to tame him which was odd since that was usually his effect on women, later the next night Yonah was busy setting up for their plan, she knew it was up to her to set up the whole mafia meet up, but it had to be done with the right appearance. Yonah walked down the steps wearing a tight-fitting mermaid gown that was trimmed in gold with red on the bottom of it.

Lucifer couldn't keep his mouth closed when he saw her, he wanted to tremble in her presence and let her have his way with him. "Well, you look at you.." he smirked, "Don't you look good enough to eat?"

"Later babe, the guest will be here any minute," she smirked, fixing his tie as she pulled him by it to face her height, "And behave please,"

"What if I don't want to?" he whispered, Yonah looked at him pure lust in her eyes. "Then I'll make you." she giggled hearing a knock on the door as her eyes were wide,

"They're here, we're doing this.." she began to panic.

Lucifer opened the door while Yonah went back upstairs to redo her make up for an interesting entrance.

"Carlo Falcone, sorry my wife couldn't c-" he paused watching from the steps of the club, a beautiful woman who looked like a goddess, straight from a movie, "That's your girl?" he nodded over to her.

"Luci aren't cha gonna introduce ya fiance to ya new fri-" Yonah said looking at Carlo, his blue piercing eyes staring her down almost like a piece of steak,

"Yonnie?" Carlo said taking a seat as Lucifer began to get jealous,

"Carlo.," Yonah growled at him, The last time she saw him he wasn't exactly on good terms with him, "Ya went from working a club, to owning one huh," he smiled sitting down at the bar. Lucifer grabbed Yonah by the waist her eyes wide, knowing that was a turn-on of hers. "So how long have you two been together?"

"Years.." Lucifer said kissing her forehead, "My sweet little Yonah came to me one night shot 60 of my men down and I was hooked ever since," he laughed as Yonah gave him a giggle,

"60 men, Yonah you never told me you were such a gunslinger,"

"They don't call me Pink Enchantress for nuthin, isn't that right Lucikins," she placed her hand on his chest as she kissed his ear. "I call her my little Star," he said blushing hard at her,

"She's my princess.." he laughed.

"But I'm also your queen," sitting on his lap as she kissed him sweetly, "So what about you Carlo, how's your pussycat of a wife,"

"Myra.. she's doing good keeps me up at night, when she's not in Arkham you talk to her lately.." Yonah's palms began to get sweaty as Lucifer held her hand, he knew that topic was a sensitive one, but he didn't think it would hurt her this bad.

"Haven't talked to her since she married you," Yonah laughed sheepishly, she then looked up at Carlo, "Probably couldn't do ya like I did however.." she mumbled under her breath, "What was that?" Carlo asked watching the couple who he could feel were truly in love, as the night progressed Carlo was drunk and spilling every little fact needed, while Lucifer kept teasing.

"Not now sweetie, he's confessing," she smirked as Carlo kept talking while Lucifer kept whining like a spoiled brat, "We're just here to raise hell to start a few new rings here and there maybe aside from that drug dens the usual," Carlo said,

"If you don't cut it out, Luci... I will punish you," she whispered to him.

"But sweetheart I’m impatient, " he groaned,

"It's almost over," she grumbled, a few hours passed Carlo was gone, and Yonah was upstairs taking the evidence that she had and closing it up safely. sitting in front of the fireplace she took her robe off now covered in pink from her lace corset to her garters, "Lucikins, where are ya," she asked, "I got a surprise for ya.,"

Lucifer walked in breathless at the fact of what he saw, Yonah sitting there almost like a present, he didn't exactly know what to do, until she saw him, "Well if it isn't my Lucikins," unbuttoning his shirt she couldn't believe that this was happening, Lucifer melting in her hands like putty, he wanted her badly to the point he could almost taste it,

"Doesn't it get tiring asking what others desire," Yonah asked walking behind him, her hands on his waist, "What are your needs, what do you desire truly.." she whispered pulling him down to the bed.

"You.." he mumbled,

"What was that?" she smirked, twirling a pair of handcuffs in her hand, "My sweet baby, that's too vague.." she began to laugh making him shiver, " What is it you truly desire,"

"I want you to make me yours love, tear me apart till I'm a bloody mess!" he grinned leaning closer towards her his eyes filled with a lustful desire, Yonah laughed seeing how he was acting, reaching out for to kiss him, "Aw is my little devil begging? " she pushed him down on his back pinning him down as she latched the cuffs on his wrist,

"Oh my.. Lucikins don't you look adorable, " pressing kisses down his chest hearing a sharp breath from him, "Well.. we've gotta get rid of these," she began to say as she removed his pants for him, Lucifer was already a blubbering melting mess that Yonah already knew how to control. She knew had bad he wanted her on top of him. As her hands began to roam further down, she couldn't help but torture him just to remind him how big of a brat he was.

Reaching over the side of the bed she grabbed her riding crop, brushing it up against his skin, "You know what I do with boys like you," she asked tilting his chin to look directly at her as he shook his head,

"Take a guess.." she said as she straddled him, her finger making small circles on the little skin of his wrist. Lucifer whimpered before responding, "You pleasure them?" Yonah laughed at his response, "If they're well behaved.." she said, striking him with the riding crop, "But you Lucikins have been very naughty." she said kissing him with a fiery passion as she bit his bottom lip sliding her tongue inside his mouth, creating more heat between the two. He loved the way she was denying him what he wanted she was brutal like that, and he didn't mind it one bit, pulling away from him she could tell how aroused he was, but she'd be damned if she stopped with the teasing.

"If you behave then you can touch.." she smirked striking him again, watching him nod in agreeance only made her happy as she unlocked the cuffs from his wrist he couldn't keep his hands off her, untangling the silk bow of her corset he sat there in pleasure watching it fall enchanted by the way she looked like an Angel ready to indulge in the sin that was him.

"Shall we?" he smirked watching her sink onto him like a queen sitting on her throne, waiting as she adjusted to his size Yonah knew that this was where she belonged being praised as if she ruled hell itself and right now she did, holding onto her shoulder as she threw her head back while she began to ride him, starting off a slow, a few moans and paints began to fill the room, Lucifer had his hands on her hips as he began to guide her to go faster.

"I think we need some music.," Yonah said panting a bit, as Lucifer nodded, "I couldn't agree more,"

I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot

Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot

I can be your cherry, apple, pecan, or your key lime

Baby, I got everything and so much more than she's got

"Harder!" Yonah moaned pulling at those dark locks of his as he penetrated her harder, Yonah knew that when they were both done neither one of them would be walking for a few days,

"Lucifer!" she moaned louder, collapsing on top of him as Lucifer kissed her hard as he then kissed down her neck his arm around her waist as he was now on top of her.

"You didn't think I would let you have all the fun did you, love, "he asked as he began leaving hickeys down her neck stopping at her breast and eventually to her thighs, "Oh darling you're nearly dripping for me," he laughed watching how red she turned as he licked his fingers,

"Cut it out.." she said blushing hard,

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, you taste delicious... " he said, hearing her moaning his name left him on a high he never wanted to come down from, watching her eyes roll back from every nibble and the swirl of his tongue sent her on another tower of pleasure.

"Oh, Lucifer!" she growled, arching her back, "More!"

"I haven't even started the real show yet," he smirked.

Rounds became hours and those hours became a new day, Yonah and Lucifer were snuggled up cuddling next to each other laughing and catching their breaths, "How are ya holding up Mr, Morningstar?" she asked watching Lucifer react to the way her fingers were in his hair.

"Well, we're eating ice cream and watching cartoons, pretty good, though I must say you.. clearly are a devil tamer." he joked as she kissed his cheek.

"Even the devil himself can be a brat," she smirked before noticing all the bite marks and bruises she left on him before she sat on his lap leaning back into him giving him a certain look, "It's 5 pm somewhere.." she shrugged taking the ice cream placing it on his neck as she licked off hearing him take another deep breath.

#fanfiction #Lucifer Morningstar #yonah shanel wayne #new stuff

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descendantofthesparrow · 6 years ago

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The daughter of the honorable thief- Harry Hook x Reader- part 1

Harry Hook x Daughter of Robin Hood!Reader

warning: offensive slurs

key

h/c- hair color

e/c- eye color

h/l- hair length

s/c- skin color

y/n- your name

clothing reference:

harrys auradon look for this part

your gear for this part(when Harry can see you properly)

your hair (length and color doesn't matter its just a reference)

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-Harry Hook POV-

It’s been 2 weeks since I've left the Isle to come to boradon, and it's …so so, most people here don’t think my friends and I belong a *cough* Audrey and Chad *cough* so they kept trying to get us in trouble. Like trying to get us to fight them, as it’s a threat that if we get into a fight we’ll get sent back. Weirdly enough, Peter Pan’s son, David, and the next gen Darling kids seemed to not care who was my dad, HELL! Even Wendy herself had decided to ignore my last name and basically adopt me. I’m not kidding! She sends me fucking cookies and shit!!! She invited me for brunch!!!

(and now we return to our regularly scheduled program)

Grabbing my math book and stuffing it in my bag, I sighed to myself and closed my locker, heading out to class.

‘never thought I’d be going to math class, hell on the isle I couldn’t count! I-‘

My thoughts were interrupted as I was slammed into the lockers beside me, turning I glared at the banes of my existence.

The descendants of the lost boys, five of the group of 10 grinning at me with malicious intent

“hey Hook!”

Glaring at them I tried to walk away, breathing deeply as to keep my temper in check.

“come on! we wanna play a game!” Calvin, the son of slightly, grabbed my flannel and threw me to the floor, my head smacking on the floor and black started to edge in my vision, my hearing also beginning to fade out.

‘godamit I can't fight back’

But they didn’t care, they simply just started to beat down on me, hitting my ribs and one kicking my face, pain exploded everywhere.

‘someone, make it stop, please!’

“HA HA! Come on get up Hook! I thought you were tougher than your dad! HAHA!”

“HEY, GET AWAY FROM HIM”

“SHIT ITS-“

The only thing I heard was skin hitting skin, and the yelps of the lost boys. Soon five sets of footsteps ran off and I felt a hand press to my cheek, I softly hissed in pain, and the new person yelled for somebody to get another person. I felt someone pick me up, then I passed out.

---

I could see a light behind my eyelids, moaning in pain as I felt the bruising on my face and ribs, soon I heard someone shuffling over to me

“Mr. Hook? Are you awake?” groaning and nodding my head I slowly opened my eyes, a woman with auburn hair in a bun, wearing a school nurse uniform, stood by the bed, staring at him with worry in her eyes.

“Mr. Hook? Are you feeling alright?” nodding my head I sat up and rubbed my head, feeling a bump at the back of my head.

“what happened?”

“you were apparently assaulted by some of the lost boys and Ms. Loxley brought you here after fending them off.”

I furrowed my brows and asked her who Ms. Loxley was “Ms. Loxley is (y/n) Loxley, daughter of Robin Hood”

I nodded and asked if I could leave the nurses office.

“in a minute, I just need to give you an examination and some medication and then your free to go, oh also your excused from classes for the rest of the week.”

I placed my feet on the ground and stood as she shuffled around the medical room grabbing medication and other stuff

“okay this is for your head and this is for everything else, take both once a day”

“aye, by the way, were is Loxley? I want to…um”

The nurse smiled and informed me that she was at the archery range “do you know where that is Mr. Hook?”

“uh no”

“okay one second”

She walked to the door and looked out and gestured for someone to come

“Mr. De’vil? Can you lead Mr. Hook to the archery range? He would like to see Ms. Loxley”

Carlos looked at me for a second a glint of fear in his eyes before it disappeared after seeing my bruises.

“uh yeah sure come on Harry”

I grabbed my bag that was resting on a nearby chair and followed Carlos (and dude) out the medical room and walked silently behind him, keeping my gaze in front of me, seeing Carlos glancing at me in concern.

He bit his lip before gaining the courage to talk to me, “so what happened? Why were you in the medical room?”

I raised an eyebrow at him before answering “Calvin and his cronies decided I was an easy target cuz of that stupid “vks cant fight” rule” Carlos Hummed in agreement “yeah Jay hates that rule too, he says it deprives him of the honor of kicking the dudes who insult the VKS asses”

That’s when dude decided to speak “yeah mal hates it too, she has almost snapped many times, but Ben holds her back” I blinked in surprise, I honestly forgot the dog could talk.

“I forgot yer dog could talk.” Carlos snickered, “yeah that surprises people still, it’s really funny when dude does it randomly”

I hummed and saw the archery range, I sped up a little, Carlos keeping up. “ya know, ever since you got to Auradon, you have gotten a lot less scary” I rolled my eyes, I know why.

“Maybe it’s because I can't do anything, I used to be able to do on the isle hmm~?” I pointed out, slightly glaring at the son of Cruella.

“yeah I guess” he mumbled, curling back slightly under my glare. I rolled my eyes (I seem to be doing that a lot) and turned my sight back to the archery range where I saw a female figure walking across the field, carefully aiming at each target, and hitting them with absolute precision.

“whoa” the three of us breathed, never seen anything like that before. She took notice of us staring and made her way towards us, doing her hood to reveal her face, smooth (s/c),(plump/thin) cherry lips, athletic body, (h/l) (h/c) hair messy and framing her face perfectly, those piercing (e/c) eyes staring at me once again, that’s when I realized, this was the girl I saw the day I came!

‘dang she’s actually really pretty’

“hello,” she grinned “what brings you three down here?” I don’t waste any time, “are ye the one who thrashed the lost boys?” a proud glint came to her eyes and she confirmed that yes, she was the one who saved me.

“oh well.. um... I…” dammit why was it so hard to say thanks! She giggled and waved me off “you’re welcome Harry! Are you alright by the way?”

“uh yeah, the nurse gave me painkillers and stuff”

“that’s good”

Carlos stood awkwardly before picking up dude, announcing that he was going to head to his dorm.

“see ya Carlos!”

“see ya (y/n)”

Harry only waved and turned back to you.

As Carlos left the two of you talked and Harry walked with you as you retrieved your arrows, soon you both heard the dreaded sound of other people, Chad and his ‘‘friends” walked around the edge of the range, laughing obnoxiously to themselves.

Chad looked around, saw you and Harry and turned to his “friends” and gestured to the two of you, the boys grinned maliciously and headed towards you.

“hey look” both you and Harry groaned, turning to look at the son of Cinderella, “it’s the dyke and the fag!”

Harry gritted his teeth, and your glare became deadly. You facepalmed at the use of the slurs, Chad was so narrow-minded.

“go away Chad!” he smirked “no I don’t think I will~”

Harry mumbled to you “why’d he call ye a dyke?”

“I've dated a few girls in my life so he decided I was lesbian cuz I haven’t dated a boy”

“ah” “Why'd he call you a fag?”

“im a pirate, it's kinda the stereotype that goes with it”

“got ya”

“you two fags done talking?”

Harry was really close to punching Chad, but he couldn’t cuz of that stupid rule. You glanced at Harry knowing he couldn’t do anything, but you could, drawing three arrows you lined them up and glanced at chad, he froze like deer in headlights, knowing your skill, his “friends” started giggling

“come on girly!”

“yeah we all know archery is a man's sport”

“Yeah, I bet you can't even draw the string!”

Keeping your breath calm you spoke in a deadly voice, shocking Harry.

“you all have three seconds to leave and stop bothering us before I do something you'll regret”

“hahaha is she serious!”

“one”

“id love to see this!”

“two”

“shoot shoot!”

“three”

Drawing the string back you aimed at Chad, releasing the arrows pierced Chad's shirt and pants and pinned him to a nearby tree, Causing his “friends” to shut up, never having seen something like that before.

Harry jaw dropped open ‘holy crap shes good!’ you smirked and drew another arrow, the group reeling back in fear

“I warned you~” you sang,”now leave! And take charming there with you” the idiots nodded, unpinned Chad and bolted for the school.

You and Harry stood there for a moments before bursting out laughing

“that” Harry gasped “was amazing!”

You giggled and retrieved your arrows “thanks!! That was really fun!”

*briiidng*

Hearing the bell ring, you packed up and started to make your way to your dorm “hey! Were ye going?”

“my dorm, the bell rung, my free periods over so I gotta get to class, you should get going as well”

“Oh okay” waving to harry you exited the range before Harry called after you “(y/n)!” turning to harry you saw his face flush, “um,…thank you”

You grinned at him “you’re welcome Harry”

The two of you went your own way, Harry to his dorm to rest, you to your dorm to put your gear away.

Only one thought rested in your minds

‘why is she so kind to someone like me?’

‘who knew the son of Hook could be so handsome’

--end of part 1-- if part 2 is wanted, please comment or message me.

@lunarwitch6 @holythingdragonpaper sorry this took so long

#Descendents #descendants #disney descendants #harryhook #harry hook #harry hook descendants #harry hook imagine #harry hook x reader #x reader #disney #daughter of robin hood

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machine-gunn-eddie · 7 years ago

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Rude Awakening

The High Rollers Universe (WWE Mob!AU Series): [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [current] [7]

Parings: Dean Ambrose/Renee Young

Rating: M, for blood and injury

The Authority decide to send a message, by taking out a pawn. Little do they know that pawn is the King to the Rollers’ Queen. (If they did, they wouldn’t have tossed his ass into a dumpster, probably. Dean needs a rescue ASAP.)

It wasn’t the first time, not by a long shot, but waking up in a dumpster really wasn’t Dean’s favorite way to start the day.

“Jesus, fuck,” he gritted, quickly freeing his arm from the body bag he was halfway out of, and pressing it against the open wound in his chest. They couldn’t even be bothered to dump him all the way out of the body bag? Dicks.

Dean struggled to unzip the rest of the bag one-handed, crawling out of it like a caterpillar on a bender. He stopped to breathe once he escaped, laying back against the trash bags. Dizzy and disoriented, with a hole in his chest; this was not one of Dean’s finer mornings.

Going unconscious had probably saved him back there, convincing the Authority fucks that he was gonna bleed out, but Christ, he really was gonna bleed out at this rate.

“Focus,” Dean muttered, trying to keep it together. “Gotta…gotta get Roman.”

Trying to keep pressure on the wound was hard enough, trying to keep from yelling out in pain even harder, but trying to check his pockets while his body was in shock? A fucking nightmare.

“Ha,” Dean laughed, painfully, finding his phone still tucked away in his jacket. “Amateurs.”

He nearly dropped the thing while coaxing it from his pocket and just barely had a grip on it.

“Fuck,” he whispered, as his thumb smeared blood across the screen when he tried to unlock it. He held down the stupid voice command button instead, thanking God he’d been too incompetent to disable it.

“Call…call Roman,” he coughed, his hands shaking. Dean slumped into the trash bags when he heard the dial tone, thanking his lucky stars.

“Ambrose, where the hell are you? Baby girl’s worried, says you didn’t come home last night—”

“I’m down Rome,” Dean croaked out. Whatever adrenaline or miracle that had kept him going was quickly running out, and he could feel his body trying to go numb. Shit.

“Dean,” Roman said, with obvious concern in his voice. Dean heard the creak of a door, assuming Roman had snuck out to continue their conversation in private. “Where are you?”

“Dumpster,” Dean answered, not bothering to gloss it when it came to Roman. “Dunno where. Authority picked me up sometime before dawn and I got a chest shot for a party favor.”

Dean heard Roman’s sharp inhale over the line. Rome was the master of keeping that cool exterior going, but nothing upset him more that having his friends and family hurt.

“Any clue at all where you are? Think Dean, I’ll have Seth try to find your cell’s location but it’ll take a while…”

Dean took a moment to observe the dumpster that was his intended grave. They’d left part of the side door cracked, and Dean reached out to try to nudge it further, jostling the garbage around him. One of the bags tore slightly, revealing a crumpled up paper placemat featuring a cartoon leprechaun wearing a sombrero covered in shamrocks.

“I think…I think I’m at Carlos O’Connor’s,” Dean said, squinting at the logo. He paused to listen to the surrounding noises he could hear through the side door. “Yeah…I can hear their shitty cover band practicing. God I hate Irish-Mex pubs—”

“Later, Ambrose,” Roman cut in, “I’m leaving now. Seth’s gonna track your phone anyway in case you’re not at O’Connors, so don’t hang up.”

“Mmkay,” Dean replied, curling up in the dumpster as best he could, trying to keep pressure on the bullet hole while fighting away the blackness he felt creeping into his head. “Don’t…don’t tell ‘Nee, Rome. She don’t need to know yet.”

“I am absolutely telling Renee, Dean,” Roman growled, earning a whine from Dean. “I’m getting you patched up and then I’m telling her. We can’t let the Authority get away with hurting family.”

“She don’t need to go outta her way because her hitman fuckin’ sucks,” Dean choked out. The combination of having a hole through his flesh and thinking about how he’d fucked up had him all teary. Goddamn it. He laid the phone on the bag next to his head, and wiped at his eyes with his now free hand. Don’t pass out don’t pass out—

“You’re her fuckin’ husband, Dean. If Renee wants to wage war I say she has every fuckin’ right,” Roman declared, in a voice that left no room for argument. “What happened?” he continued, changing the subject. “You’re reckless, not sloppy. How’d they get the drop on you?”

“There were three guys waiting when I went to set up shop. Armed and waiting. The motherfucker himself showed up to give me a speech on “making an example” or whatever. Held me steady while Trips gave me a lead piercing. Bagged and tagged me before sunrise, I think. Was out for a lot of it.”

“Fucking Hunter,” Roman bit. “I’ll kill him myself.”

“Pick me up first, please,” Dean tried to joke, focusing on anything but the blood soaking his shirt through. “I think m’gonna black out again Rome.”

“No hey, stay with me, my ETA is five minutes, tops. Gonna get you outta there, get you to the doc.”

“Don’t tell ‘Nee, please,” Dean pleaded again, barely staying awake.

“No, Dean, I have to—”

“M’not worth it,” Dean mumbled. “Please.”

“Yeah, if you were worth it they woulda dumped your ass out behind Caesar’s Palace,” Roman joked, getting Dean to laugh weakly.

“Thanks Rome,” Dean said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “God I’m so tired. More blood outta me than in at this point.”

“Keep awake,” Roman reminded, “Almost there.”

“If you get pulled over for speeding right now I’m gonna be pissed.”

“I’ll take that risk.”

Dean didn’t bother to respond, his entire concentration being spent on staying conscious. So much so that he didn’t hear the car pull up or the footsteps approaching.

“Jesus Christ Uce,” Roman sighed, finding Dean among the trash in the filthy dumpster behind Carlos O’Connor’s.

“Dressed pretty nice for a garbageman,” was all Dean said, eyeing Roman’s tailored suit.

“Wasn’t planning on a rescue. Now you’re gonna get blood all over it.”

“Bill me for the dry cleaning,” Dean countered, before promptly passing out.

After dumpster diving to save Dean’s ass, Roman sent him the bill without hesitation.

#High Rollers Universe #dean ambrose/renee young #dean ambrose #roman reigns #wwe #wwe fanfic #my writing #ambreigns #ambrollins #rollreigns #?#I'm real bad at this tagging thing

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gayinthespacebetween · 7 years ago

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Won't let your history get to the best of me

I'm on phone and I'm too excited to wait until I get home to upload this so here you go! Audrey/Evie fic (Audvie?? Eh) with Audrey being a bit of a bitch at the start but y'know, who doesnt love a little bitchines?

...

The first time you see Evie Grimhilde, it's barely the start of second year and your hair is let loose, like you always wear it. Hers is made up into a fancy v-braid, and you can't stop staring at it because well, this is Auradon, and girls don't have bright colored hair like that (maybe they should, if they would look half as beautiful as she does). She's talking with a friend and doesn't say anything to you as she opens her locker, three lockers way from yours.

Right then and there, even before you know her name or her reputation, you know Evie Grimhilde with her leather skirt and red blood lipstick is not the kind of girl you should be associated with. The girl at her side looks like she came straight out of a Halloween store with how much leather she's wearing. You don't like her. You don't like either of them, you decide, so you stick up your nose and close the locker with more force than you need to, and you walk away.

Besides, Evie is not the kind of friend you would want, anyway. She looks like she would fail all of her classes if she didn't use her body to get at least a passing score.

...

(You're right. She fails the first month in all but one subject, chemistry.

By next month, all of her grades are straight A's, and you can't help but think the worst of how she got them like that.)

...

When you get to first period (Advanced Upper Class Manners, of course) you sit down and your mind can't help but go back to her. To that girl. You decide she looks like a Vanessa, that she's all smiles and toothy grins that make people's knees weak. You start thinking about her makeup- except you're not so much thinking about her eye shadow as you're thinking about her deep brown eyes, you're not thinking as much about her lipstick as you are about her lips. You imagine her talk- can't decide what she's saying but she calls you princess and you love it- and she's holding your hand as she smiles at you. And then you shake your head, remind yourself that smiles and toothy grins in a girl like her usually mean shallow thoughts and irresponsibility, and reprimand yourself for not paying attention to your teacher.

The smallest part of your mind worries if maybe that's kinda gay, but you think Ben is cute and have been harboring a crush in him ever since seventh grade(on the day of your betrothal) so it can't be. All you were doing was wondering what it would be like to be friends with her anyways. That's perfectly normal- you've done it tons of times before.

...

Ignoring Evie Grimhilde starts becoming harder and harder. The girl had dropped in the school like a storm, changing everything in her part and leaving marks on it without any shame. By the week, you already know her story: she and that little gang of hers had been part of Queen Belle's orphanage program, but since they were close to out growing it, they had been moved to Abigail Godmother's home to spend the last two years with her and get a feeling on how "real life" works. You guess it's kinda sad, that they've lived all theirs lives without their parents, but you can't feel much sympathy with them when Mal goes around wearing piercings, Jay has a visible tattoo in his arm that you don't know how he got, Carlos dresses in fur and bleaches his hair and Evie charms her way into everyone's hearts. It's disconcerting, really, how she arrives and suddenly becomes the center of attention, stealing the spotlight you've had for years in mere months.

You decided you hate her, then. Because she's not your friend and she decided to make herself competition. Which, alright. Great, now you'll have to ruin her life socially. You can do that. It's necessary, she needs to know her place.

...

(It takes a mere text for the whole school to know how Evie slept with three guys of the football team already, everyone adding their own theories and bets on who she will fuck next.

You don't know what you hate more. Evie, who apparently is completely unaffected by the rumors, or the feeling on your stomach that you did something bad.

You doesn't know which one you hate more, so you ignore both. Or at least try to.)

...

It starts with a Chemistry project. (You've long since stopped finding such irony humorous).

The teacher is a new one, and he doesn't take suggestions lightly. He tries too hard to be strict when it's clear he still doesn't know how to pull it off, and while you played your part and obeyed everything he said, you still found it pretty hilarious. It stopped being hilarious, of course, when he decided to pair you up with Evie.

The girl doesn't look half as horrified as you feel. She just glances up at you and smiles. It makes your stomach churn uncomfortably and your cheeks to flare up. She has never smiled at you. Not that you've given her a reason to. You raise your hand to get the teacher's attention.

"May I get a new partner, if you please?" You're being overly flattering, but for some reason knowing Evie was to be your partner for this project is making you nervous. Not in bad way, she has indeed shown herself to be a remarkable student, which means you should work great together, but still. You don't like her, and by now, you're sure she doesn't like you either. You don't blame her. You haven't been very nice to her.

"No, Audrey. If you are allowed to change partners, then everyone will want to do so as well, and I believe it is best if you all learn to step out of your comfort zone and make friends with each other." He crossed his arms and leaned back against his desk. "Make new experiences."

"Oh, it will be an experience, alright." You mutter under your breath, dropping your hand in frustration. Girls like you and Evie shouldn't mix.

Evie doesn't even look fazed at your attempt to get rid of her, instead choosing to simply switch seats with Chad as she was supposed to do. Chad mutters a "good luck" with a mocking tone as he slips away that makes you want to slap him. But slapping is not ladylike, you remind yourself, so you don't. You never do.

"Hey, partner." Another smile, another uncomfortable churn. It's so much worse, now that she's closer to you than ever before. Her eyes are looking at you with interest and her red lips are pulled up in a smile, and you can't help but feel especial about the fact that she's smiling at you. And you can smell her perfume and it reminds you of the forest and is that a hint of cinnamon right there?

You probably looked dumb right now, tensed and with your guard up because a girl offered you a smile. Seriously, if your grandma were to see you now. Even if she's not your favorite person, your manners should still be present.

Thinking this, you nod and smile back, albeit it's a little more forced than hers. But everything she does she puts in a natural flow not unlike one of a royal, and you've never been that good at diplomacy anyways.

Evie sees right through you, and it's the first time of many that she does this.

"I know you don't like me. You've said things about me." She states calmly, as if it doesn't even upset her. It makes you angry, that she can turn your world upside down with just her presence and yet as hard as you try she remains unfazed. It's like you have no effect in her life at all. Which is weird because, well, you've always been The Audrey, daughter of Aurora, most popular girl of Auradon Prep and future Queen of the whole kingdom (if Ben finally decides to step up and ask her to marry him, which he will. She's sure).

You realize you've sorta stop listening to her, which is just plain rude, so you focus back on her smooth voice.

"...and maybe that way we could get this done."

Uhhh...

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

Evie's smile never falters. "I'm asking you if you want to start again. We can meet at Tiana's this Friday to get some coffee and work on this." She gestures to your homework. And really, your feelings are too settled for her to actually be able to start all over, so a "no, we'll just get this done separatedly" is what your answer should be.

"Yes. I'd like that. 4pm?"

...But maybe you just need to reevaluate your image of Evie.

...

(The study date goes very well, and so do all the others that follow. Evie is always there first, and by the third date she already knows you will ask for a vanilla latte, so she always orders one when she gets there so that when you arrive you don't even have to wait. No one but Ben has bothered to remember that it's your favorite way of drinking coffee. And she always gets up to help you sit down, even if she's a girl too and she has no one to help her sit. And she always picks a table far enough that you're not on the spotlight but not far away enough that you feel caged.

She's good with the small details, maybe too good. And well, if it makes your heart feel a little warmer no one but you has to know, right?)

...

Something changes. You start to actually get excited to meet Evie. She always has something fascinating to talk about. She's passionate about topics she's interested in and doesn't expect you to stay quiet and look pretty, but to actually participate and discuss as well.

A newfound respect swirls inside of you, and the both of you start talking at school, though you doesn't remember when that started. It just seemed like the natural progression of things. You still avoid her table, because her friends are always there and you aren't sure you like them enough just yet, but you accompany Evie whenever you have classes together, and those little moments light up your day immensely.

"You look happy."

You look up from your book. It's Lonnie. The girl isn't exactly what you would call a friend, but she's nice. And she's also your roommate, ever since Jane started to room alone, so even though you have different social circles you've managed to keep your small (yet still relevant) relationship afloat and well.

Closing your book, you turn towards her. You find it unrespectful to talk with someone with your attention elsewhere, and hate deeply whenever Ben just can't seem to put his book down even he knows when you're talking to him.

"I guess I am? What do you mean?"

Lonnie shrugs. "I dunno. You just look... Brighter. Ever since a few weeks ago." Something seems to click on her head, and she raises and eyebrow knowingly. "Ever since you've started to hang out with Evie."

You faintly remember that the girls know each other, ever since Mal fixed that ugly bob cut and turned it into beautiful brown locks. If you spoke to her (which, let's be honest, is still a very small probability), you certainly would thank her for that. "Yes. She's a nice friend."

"And just that?"

It's your turn to raise an eyebrow. "What are you implying, exactly?"

"Oh, nothing." Lonnie's grin rats her out, because she's definitely thinking and implying something. "So, you had a change of heart about her. Who would have thought?"

"Well, she's proven herself to be... Not what I was expecting."

"She's much better than you thought her to be for sure." Lonnie says, taking a seat beside her on the bed. "What do you think changed your mind?"

For some reason, you get really happy about the idea of talking about her, and you're suddenly very interested in continuing this conversation. "Well, she's not only drop dead gorgeous, you know? I always admired her fashion sense, but she's also really smart. And she likes reading and sewing... Very good at cooking."

"Oh? How'd you find that one out?"

You looks down with a smile on your face. "We went on a picnic last week. She prepared the food and all. It was really nice."

Lonnie smiles back at you as you practically gush about the blue haired girl. And well, there's a lot of changes in your behavior that you haven't paid much mind to, but you definitely notices this. You don't gush. That's... Improper, and for girls in love, and the only person you've ever loved is Ben, so this isn't making sense at all.

What exactly is happening to you? What is she doing to you?

Your brain starts making connections. Things that you've noticed but chose to ignore. The butterflies, the blushing, the constant need to be beside her all the time... All the signs are there. But you push them back to the darkest corner of your mind, because that's just silly. You have a boyfriend. You can't be- you aren't. Especially not with a girl.

Especially not with Evie.

Maybe Lonnie senses that you're panicking just a little bit, and so, goodness bless her, she changes topics. "So, how's it been going with Ben lately?

Oh. That topic. "It's been going great! Ben is such a gentleman, as always." You say, and you don't know why, somehow the smile that always blooms in your face when you talk about Ben is harder to conjure up. But you don't think much about it. The truth is, things with Ben have been harder and harder since the start of the year. But that's alright. It's just a rough patch. Nothing to worry about.

...

(A week later, Ben breaks up with you. In public, in front of everyone, and declares his love for Mal. And you aren't heartbroken. You aren't sad and wailing and trying to piece together what went wrong. You're just... Mad. And scared. Because if you don't have Ben holding you back, what will stop you from getting too close to Evie?

You decide you suddenly always liked Chad and kiss him right in front of everyone. You know he won't mind: the boy has been after you ever since you started dating Ben. But you know he and Evie had started a sort-of-dating-not-exactly thing, and while it's nothing official, you're probably hurting her.

It's the only thing you regret about the whole situation).

...

"I'm sorry." Is the first thing out of your mouth when you finally take hold of her wrist. It comes out breathy, because you had to chase after her to make sure she wouldn't sneak off with Jay or Carlos or Mal, though you're sure Mal and Ben are off doing something together, or just plain making out. It doesn't even matter- you just need to make sure Evie hears this. "I- I'm sorry. It was out of place and with Ben doing that I just-"

"Audrey! Breathe. It's fine." She quickly reassures you.

"I- but it's not! You and Chad were dating and I shouldn't have done that."

Evie frowns with confusion, and them realization hits her. "Me and Ch-? Oh! That? We broke it up ages ago."

Wait, what?

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah! I didn't tell you?" Evie waves her hand as if to brush the matter off. "It wasn't that important anyway. I always suspected he only hooked up with me to try and get me to do his homework." Evie grimaced. "I know he's your friend, but he's a total jerk."

"Yes, he is." You mutter unconsciously while trying to piece everything together. "So you guys aren't seeing each other anymore because of that?"

"Well, yes," she blushes a little. It always stands up nicely against her skin when that happens. "And also because I- I realized I like someone else."

The relief you hadn't yet registered you felt left you all at once, leaving you to feel sad about Evie's confession. There's a swirl of something else inside of you that's very akin to envy, but not exactly, but you're already too confused about the whole situation to delve even deeper.

"Oh." Your voice sounds strange. Chocked up, trying to hold your feelings in. But it's so hard to do that with Evie when she had made it so easy to let your guard down. "Who is it?"

"A beautiful person." Evie smiles dreamily, and that feeling flares up again. And this time you decide to stop lying to yourself, because the feeling is there, and it's real.

You're jealous.

"He'll be lucky to have you, that's for sure." Maybe it's the fact that you're finally acknowledging it, but wow- your tone sounds really lonely and desperate.

Evie, apparently, wasn't paying that much attention to you, because she snaps back into focus. Maybe she was daydreaming about her crush or something. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." She bites her lip in amusement as she looks over at you. Oh goodness, you're being obvious, aren't you?

Trying to brush it off, you start walking again emanating all that confidence that you're not feeling right now. "Come on. Let's grab a bite and you can tell me all about him."

In all honesty, you'd rather be curse with a hundred years' sleep, but just because you're hurting doesn't mean you have to hurt her. You've already done enough of that. All you need to do right now is be a supportive friend and be there for her.

And bury those damned newfound feelings in the deepest part of your heart, of course.

...

It's been a week since that, and you're positive you're going crazy.

First off, her crush. You know so much about him you may as well have been him. Except you aren't, because he has the girl he wants wrapped around his finger while you're left to hear the girl of your dreams talk about someone else. It's exhausting, but you've held up. You've listened, and acted excitement along with her, and given input to help her on conquering his heart. Which yes, it's as awkward as it sounds.

Second of all, but following on that same train of thought, there's the new wardrobe changes. Now, Evie definitely looks stunning in absolutely everything she wears, but she's actually trying now. And its too much for you. Who knew Evie would be able to give you a heart attack just by wearing an leather suit? You certainly didn't.

And so the problem is that you're spending more time with a more hot than usual Evie. It's all her fault, of course. But she doesn't know what she's doing to you, so who can really blame her? That crush of hers better appreciate all of her efforts, because the one suffering (or perhaps enjoying too badly) is you.

But you've made it through a week. Barely, but you did it. Maybe you can last long enough for Evie to make the boy her boyfriend so that at least she'll stop trying so hard. Or better yet, last long enough that she gives up the chase.

At this point you're just hoping you hold on long enough before doing something drastic. Which is why right now you're trying to have some alone time away from her at your dorm, trying to cool off after Evie decided wearing a skin tight dress for your afternoon together was an OK thing to do (and it wasn't. At all). And as always, you're failing miserably. Because as always, your mind is filled to the brim with thoughts of her.

A soft knock on the door, and you sigh happily. Maybe it'll be Chad or Jane or heck, even Ben would be a better choice than staying alone any longer. "Come in!"

But of course, since the universe has collectively decided it hates you, Evie is the one who opens the door. She's still wearing the dress. You groan, because really, You won't be able to hold it together much longer. You might end up doing something risky- like... Kissing her, or something.

She looks rather frustrated, and places a hand on her hip to reflect how done she is. "I'm tired of waiting around."

You blink. Now you're confused. "Waiting for what?"

"For you!" She gestures wildly, breaking the last remains of her composed façade. "For your move or your whatever. You know how early I've been waking up these days to get all dolled up and yet you do nothing!"

"I-what?" Your mind is drawing blanks. This is comic out of the blue. Just what in the heavens is she talking about? "What DL you mean? My move?"

"To kiss me! Or ask me out! Anything!" She finally declares, dropping down on your bed next to you. And well, she really shouldn't be so close that your thighs are touching right after she admits she has been waiting for you to kiss her. You can already feel yourself blushing.

"I- I still don't understand. I thought you liked someone?"

Evie snorts. "That's you, you silly." At your shocked expression (you probably look like a gaping fish right now. How classy) she actually swallows down her words in surprise. "Wait, you mean- you didn't know I liked you?"

"I thought you liked a boy" You screech, as you finally start putting two and two together.

"Why made you think that?" Evie scrunches her nose. "I never said I liked a boy."

"Yes you did." You state, and get ready to reference any conversation in which she mentions her crush. But the more you try to remember any references, the more you come up with Evie using non-gendered descriptions, and "they" as a pronoun, and using words like "that person" and "my crush".

You look down. "Oh, I guess you didn't. I guess I just assumed." You spare her a glance that you hope conveys your embarrassment.

Silence fills the room, until finally Evie talks again, albeit very softly. "So I was wrong? You don't like me?"

"Yes! Of course I do." You quickly reassure her, and then laugh at yourself for how silly you sound. "Yes, I do like you. And I'm guessing that your crush was me-"

"Now that's just obvious." Evie huffs in amusement, making you smile.

"So what do we do now?"

"Now?" She says, rubbing her chin with her index and thumb to jokingly convey that she's thinking about it. "Now I finally get that kiss I work so hard for. I deserve it. Making you realize your feelings was certainly not the easiest thing to do." She grins, hoping closer to you. You can feel her breath on your lips, and she's so close you're sure he can hear your rapid heartbeat. She's waiting for you to close the gap. Such a gentlewoman, as always.

You grin right back. "You were evil, teasing me like that." You chuckle. "But I do believe a kiss is well enough payment for both parties, don't you agree?"

You don't even wait for what you know will be a witty reply before you finally close the distance and press your lips against hers. They're soft and plum and make your heart flutter harder than ever before.

And you know for sure. Everything that happen was leading right to this moment, with her between your arms and caressing your cheek with her thumb as she cups your face and you treading your fingers through her beautiful locks that happen to be done up in a v-braid today.

Just how you like it.

#audrey descendants #evie grimhilde #my fics #Odie fics #disney descendants #audrey x evie #evie x audrey

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Biography

ｘｔｈｅｆａｃｔｓｘ "ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴍy ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴀᴠᴀɴᴀ"

Name: Alejandra Carlyn Lopez Nickname: Ali, Cubanita Date of Birth: 1st June Zodiac: Gemini Place of Birth: Habana del Este, Havana, Cuba Current Place: Brooklyn, NYC, New York, USA Nationality: Cuban Spoken languages: Spanish (native language), English & Portuguese Height: 5′2 ft / 1,52 m Weight: 110 lbs / 50 kg Blood Type: B- Religion: Christian Job: Aurologist trainee at the MACUSA Religion: Christian

ｘａｌｌａｂｏｕｔｔｈｅｍａｇｉｃｘ "ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ"

first visible signs of magic: at the age of six. A mirror exploded when she got angry was told she is a witch: when she was four Wand: Fir wood with a phoenix feather core, 9 ¾" and reasonably supple flexibility Patronus: Adder Animagus: A bunny (registered) animal companion: a black tabby cat named midnight

ｘｆａｍｉｌｙｘ "ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛꜱᴛᴇᴩꜱ, ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ꜱᴀɪᴅ"

Father: José Lopez, Captain of the Aurors at the Cubanian Minsitry of Magic Mother: Charo Lopez, interior decorator Brother: Pedro Lopez, Quidditch Correspondent noteable ancestors: Carlos Lopez, one of the original twelve Aurors of the MACUSA

ｘｅｄｕｃａｔｉｏｎｘ "ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀy"

former School: Ilvermorny former house: Thunderbird graduated: yes E.A.G.L.E. grade point average: Mastery, Exceptional H.A.R.E. grade point average: Good favorite subjects: Divination, No-Maj Studies, Research of Enchanted Species least favorite subjects: Native American Magical Culture (NAMC), Potions, Herbology former exchange student at: Hogwarts former house sorted to: Gryffindor Year of exchange: 6th

ｘａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅｘ "ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴩᴇ ᴏꜰ yᴏᴜ"

Ethnicy: Latina Eye color: dark brown Hair color: dark brown Hair structure: a little wavy Dyed: no Length: long Face shape: oval Lips: full Nose: small and defined

Style: Alejandra has a rather girly style. She likes dresses but for work she mostly wears a pair of jeans and a shirt because it appears to be more useful. She mostly wears small studs, but changes them if she is going out with friends Tattoos: none Piercings: none Glasses/Contacts: yes, both

Left/right handed: left handed

ｘｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｉｓｔｉｃｓｘ "ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴛʀy ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ"

Personal Motto: “Life is short; but it barely takes a second to smile.“ (Cuban saying) Theme Song: Camila Cabello - She loves control Alternate Theme songs: Camila Cabello - Real Friends Dua Lipa - Rules

Keywords: self-confident, feminist, feisty, honest, dreamer Biggest fear: small spaces Hobbys: exploring the city, shopping, traveling, heading to clubs with friends, playing with her cat positive traits:

adventurous

kind

compassionate

tolerant

enthusiastic

observant

brave

witty

passionate

conscientious

reliable

determined

negative traits:

bashful (at first)

absent-minded

cold-hearted (but has a soft core)

unorganized

feisty

lazy

moody

reckless

tactless

ｘｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅｓｘ "ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ"

Color: teal & coral Food: Cuban Food, ice cream and fast food Non-alcoholic drink: iced-tea Alcoholic drink: Mojito Music: RnB, Pop, Latin Artists: Beyonce, Maluma, Jóse Balvin, Luis Fonsi, Rihanna Season: Spring time of the day: evening/night Flowers: Tulips Enchanted animal: Niffler non-enchanted animal: Cat

ｘｓｔｏｒｙｘ "ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ yᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ?"

Alejandra was born in Cuba and lived there all of her life until she moved to New York at the age of 18. She was born to a wizard father and a no-maj mother. Her parents never had a easy time being together. Her ancestor, Carlos Lopez, was one of the original twelve Aurors and ever since then her family had quite a high reputation in the wizwarding world and they could look back on generations of Aurors, following in the steps of Carlos Lopez. Although the wizarding community was for sure more accepting concerning no-majs, they were still proud on their heritage. Her father however fell in love with a cuban no-maj woman during a vacation and when she appeared just a few months later in New York, being pregnant with Alejandra's older brother Pedro, he immediately told her he would support her in any way he could. His conservative father was however not content with his son's decision and kicked him out of the house. He then moved with Alejandra's mother together back to Cuba, where Pedro, and three years later Alejandra, were born. Alejandra's parents José and Charo eventually married and Jose told his wife about him being a wizard even before Pedro showed any magical signs. While Pedro attended Castelobruxo, Alejandra begged her parents to go to Ilvermorny. She wanted to know more about the country she actually came from.

Alejandra was sorted to Thunderbird, which became her home for the next seven, well six years as she attended Hogwarts as a exchange student during her sixth year. Alejandra even stayed in Ilvermorny during some vacations and explored the mountains near the castle with her friends. Once she graduated, she applied at the MACUSA and went through several selection tests to find the best fitting job for her. Alejandra ended up in the Aurologist training. Found just fiveteen years ago, because the wizarding community kept expanding, new spots for them had to be found, and magical crimes had to be solved and hiring experts from foreign countries was too expensive after a while, the Aurology Department was the smallest in the MACUSA. Alejandra was only one of two trainees in the department and close to finishing her training. It was not an easy job and beside a lot of talent wizards and witches mostly needed a lot of perseverance and devotion to pass the exhausting training. She loved her Job and the large amount of traveling she could do during it.

ｘｌｏｖｅ，ｌｏｖｅ，ｌｏｖｅｘ "ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ʟᴏɴᴇʟy ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ"

Sexual orientation: straight First boyfriend: a fellow Thunderbird student at the age of 14 Number of ex-boyfriends: 3 Number of sexual partners: 9 Current relationship status: Single

ｘｏｏｃｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎｘ "ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ"

Faceclaim: Camila Cabello Writer: ʙᴀᴢɪɴɢᴀ Experience: +12 years Style: 3rd person simple present perfect f.e. “She has worked a lot “ Length: Anything between 1-15 tweets (usually)

Rules:

please try to write more than just a few words. It is depressing if you put a lot of effort in tweets and all you get is a 5 word reply. (this doesn't go for banter)

If ever there should be a problem: DM me, not anyone else. I am sick of hearing from others "Hey a friend of mine is really annoyed by what you did/wrote". If you don't come to me, don't ask others to do it. No TL drama!

I will not accept racism, homophobia and discrimination (unless it is only in RP and is planned between two RPers)

And the most important: HAVE FUN! This is (at least for me) an escape from real life and fun is my no. 1 priority.

ｘｓｏｕｒｃｅｓｘ "ɪ'ʟʟ ᴩᴀɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴩɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ"

Ilvermorny Subjects

a big thanks to Σмεяαld, whose super detailed bio inspired me to write this one. Follow her!

This List of Character Traits by Eddie is a real help

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