#and antonio talks about him with heart eyes. he gets asked about him during things that have nothing to do with tennis.

[sinnettini]

oh man. people don't know the sinner giovinazzi lore. [haunted look] half of italy is in love with him and a good number of italian athletes across sports have been in love with him but people don't even know

[ranger-ribbons]

Power Rangers Ninja Storm Headcanons

Content warning: canon typical violence, canonical character death, mentioned child death, show spoilers

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Kanoi Watanabe promised his wife that Cam wouldn't be a ninja, but still trained his son with a ninja's fighting style. He also found someone to train his son in the ways of a samurai after she died to honor his late wife

Cam is homeschooled, which is partly why he's so awkward around people who aren't his family or his friends (his team)

Dustin's comic book collection is vast and extensive. He has a massive amount of Power Rangers, DC, and Marvel, but also small-time comics. He also watches anime and reads manga

Shane got into skateboarding because his parents were always busy and never had time to run him anywhere, so he started skateboarding so he could take himself

Shane, Dustin, and Tori are childhood friends, they met when they were in grade school and have remained besties ever since

Cam's issue with the Wind Ninja Rangers wasn't that they're late or underperforming, it's that he knows Rangering is a dangerous business and he didn't want to get attached to Shane, Tori, and Dustin, and then lose someone else he cares about

Cam's birthday is a sensitive subject for him, he never feels like celebrating, because his mother died on the day he turned six

Cam keeps the amulet to honor his mother, but also because he's grown accustomed to wearing something around his neck. Before he, Blake, and Hunter went to retrieve their Ranger powers, Cam actually bought a jade pendant to wear around his neck just to alleviate the strange feeling of not having his mother's amulet with him

Blake and Hunter knew deep inside their hearts that Lothor was lying to them from the start, but they were blinded by grief and anger and couldn't listen to their instincts

Dustin is an "airhead" and this leads to him forgetting things more than once, which is why if it's something common or forgotten often, Tori and Shane care spares with them everywhere

Dustin has ADHD

Shane, Dustin, and Tori would kill for Cam if asked or given half a chance, Cam is their favorite person (besides each other and their s/os) and they're highly protective of him, even after he becomes a Ranger

The Ninja Rangers keep a special eye on the other Ninja teams and also the Samurai team, not because they're jealous or anything but because they're ready to jump in and help if necessary

Cam trained both Antonio Garcia and Levi Weston, he's protective of them and is always happy to take their calls. He can and has dismissed classes early when they call during those classes

The reason Cam didn't get sucked up with the rest of the school is because the Power had already chosen him. The Power protects its chosen Rangers, so Cam wasn't taken with the school when it was sucked up into the air

It took Blake and Hunter forty-five minutes to capture Cam when they went to get Kanoi. Cam doesn't hold it over their heads, but he will on occasion mention it when they're particularly cocky or arrogant (ie.: "It took you forty-five minutes to capture a regular, everyday ninja while in your morphed forms, I don't think you should talk about being 'the greatest ninja ever.'")

Cam is the youngest of the team, being a year younger than the other Rangers. Hunter is the oldest at 19, then Tori, Shane, Blake, and Dustin at 18, then Cam at 17

Hunter already graduated high school and Cam has graduated college (genius that he is), but Shane, Dustin, Tori, and Blake all graduated between Scent of a Ranger and I Love Lothor

Shane, Tori, and Dustin are Soulmates, platonic or not. Other Soulmates include: Shane and Dustin, Tori and Blake, and Hunter and Cam

Shane, Tori, Dustin, and Cam have a trauma bond, they're also quite literally ride or die, fuck with them at your own risk

Cam can and has made surveillance footage around Ninja Ops disappear when asked bribed

Blake and Hunter were adopted at the same time and have known each other since they were infants

Blake and Hunter are also wary around water, as their element is electricity

Cam both does and doesn't have a ninja element. The Wind Ninja Academy teaches the way of the Air, Earth, and Water Ninja while the Thunder Academy has a Lightning Ninja specialty, but there's no way to teach the element of Energy

Tori was Shane's original second-in-command, but once Hunter and Blake joined the team, Tori stepped back and let Hunter take his place as the second-in-command

The Wind and Thunder Morphers would be disguised as bracelets, but the Rangers never asked how to disguise them, and Cam thinks it's funny to watch them walk around with big bulky equipment on their wrists.

[Warning: child death] Cam, Kapri, and Marah are related in blood. Lothor and Kanoi had an older sister who left the family the second she turned 18 and hasn't been heard from since. The only way they knew she was still alive was Kapri and Marah's existence. Kara Watanabe, unfortunately, died in childbirth trying to deliver Kapri and Marah's baby brother, neither she nor the baby survived

Shane, Dustin, and Tori all moved to California, which is why Shane and Tori didn't think Power Rangers were real outside of comics

Dustin has a cat, Junebug. She's a grey-and-white tabby with bright green eyes. Dustin found her on the side of the road as a kid and he brought her with him to California

Cam would love to own a snake, but Kanoi has never liked snakes and Cam doesn't have time to care for one. That being said, the other Rangers get him one for his birthday and promise to help him care for the little thing. It's a beautiful yellow boa and Cam adores him. His name is Banana (courtesy of his former owner) and Cam can often be found wearing the snake around his neck or on his arm when he's not teaching a class

Cam earned a nickname only the Rangers are allowed to use for him: Camera. This is due to his exceptional work with recording devices and picture-taking. Others can try to use this nickname and Cam will either not respond, or flip said person depending on his mood

[authormahimistry]

Charming Handsome Sheikh

4

Elena

The room was in chaos. And not the people running around and everything falling apart in disarray. One of my guards was lying on the floor, clutching his side, the doctor and two nurses cowering in the corner. 

I kept my gun pointed at the nurse who entered during my phone call. She was standing beside Antonio’s bed, the heart machine beeping and going towards flatline. Smells of medicine and blood lingered in the air. 

“Close all the gates in building A,” I spoke to my ear piece, keeping my aim steady. “Call backup and stay on the guard. We have—”

“Now, now,” the woman spoke, her voice soft yet firm, flashing her hazel brown eyes at me. Her hair and face was covered, but I could notice the intense emotions swirling in her eyes. “There’s no need for backup, Agent Elena. I am not here to hurt anyone.”

“How old are you?” I asked her instead, flickering my eyes at the slit on Antonio’s throat, his eyes half open. He was dead. So it must be a personal matter that she came here to kill the man. “What did he do?”

She chuckled, moving to keep the knife in her white lab coat that was still covered in blood. “I don’t answer to polizia. He deserved il bacio della morte.”

“Kiss of death,” I whispered, and pulled off the safety of my gun. My arm and stomach strained. I still hadn’t looked at my bruises. Kiss of death was the sign given by a mafioso boss or caporegime that signified that a member of the crime family had been marked for death. Mostly because of a betrayal. That meant the woman or the girl in front of me belonged to one of the Italian mafia, maybe an assassin working for them.

“Keep your hands in the air and I won’t shoot your arm,” I ordered, taking a step closer and motioning the doctors and nurses to get out of the room. 

She sighed and looked over at me, her eyes narrowing. “Your ribs hurt, you are exhausted and sleep deprived, Elena. You won’t win against me, and I don’t want to fight you.”

Her observations were on point. But I didn’t care. I had risked my partner to get Antonio under the custody of the FBI, and even if he was dead, I could catch the assassin and ask her about her ties with him. With the Italian mafia. 

“Show me your hands and tell me why you are here? What did he do to you?”

“I only have one thing to say,” she raised her hands, standing still and looking at me. I heard the footsteps of other officers rushing in the hallway. “He was a bad man. You will find enough evidence against him on the rooftop of this building.”

I frowned at her words and before I could react, a small stab of injection pierced into my arm. My eyes widened when the transparent liquid was pushed in my veins. 

“I am sorry, officer.”

My hand still grabbed at her, punching and kicking her in the stomach, trying to hold her still, cuff her to something, but my vision blurred and movements got dizzy. She easily slipped out of my hold and walked to the window. I stumbled to the floor, tightening my grip on the gun. 

“It’s curare in a very diluted form and contains tubocurarine. The doctors should offer you artificial respiration until it subsides. It will take you out for a few hours, but drinking water will help a lot once you get conscious.”

“Poisons and knives…” I chuckled and took a wild shot at her, but she still ducked in time. Who is she? “Who are you?”

She never replied. She disappeared and fell off the window at the same time my vision faded and I fell into the darkness, my gun clattering beside me. 

***

“On the latest report, Sultan Zain of Azmia and Sultan Sadiq of Maahnoor are seen talking to the council of defenses and sending all the armed forces to the site of explosion…”

A deep sigh escaped my nose as I leaned back on the comfortable seat of my private plane. We were still in the clouds and it would take three hours to land in Azmia. My finger brushed across my arm, the tiny point where I still felt the stab of a small injection, the one that I was ashamed of. 

How quickly she had poisoned me and disappeared. 

Officers had found me unconscious a week ago, marking Antonio Fazio, the most famous drug and ring leader dead by a kiss of death. The assassin was right. The doctors had found me struggling to breathe and strapped an oxygen ventilator to my mouth. Not only that, but Antonio Fazio was also poisoned by her before she threatened the doctor and nurses to get away from him and then she slit his throat, while Antonio couldn’t do anything but watch her murder him. 

She was cruel and sharp, that was for sure. I will find her as soon as they allow me back to Manhattan. 

My Chief had given me a mini vacation to relax because I had done a lot. Not only Daniel was shot with five injured officers, including the ones that fought with the assassin, but Antonio was dead too. We had planned to catch him for the last six months and it failed. 

“Sayyida, would you like to have lunch?” The pretty hostess asked, but I shook my head and asked for a glass of orange juice. 

I didn’t like that I had failed my mission. That meant I needed to get stronger and as fast as that assassin—maybe faster. Strength wouldn’t cut it. 

“Did you receive any more information from the Prince or the Sultan?” I asked the air hostess when she returned with the juice. 

“No, Sayyida, but Sheikh Zayed,” she paused and cleared her throat when her cheeks flushed, “Sheikh Zayed asked me to deliver a message to you.”

Of course, he did. He wouldn’t miss a chance to annoy me. 

“What message?”

“He said and I quote, ‘Leave the stick in your arse in States and be on your guard, the explosion could be the beginning. Tootles xoxo.’ Yes, he said ex-oh-ex-oh in the end.” Her face was completely red when she finished, while I tried to hide my smile and thanked her. 

He is an absolute idiot. 

The idiot you love. I loved. 

My hand tightened on the glass as I took a sip of the cold sweet juice. He was my first love, first everything, until he showed me his real face and walked away with my heart, never looking back. 

The first time that I saw him, I was nine, wearing a green gown with a tiara pinned on my hair. He was taller than Khalid, standing beside him in dark blue clothes. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the mop of his dark hair, all wild with curled ringlets falling over his brows and mischievous eyes. 

He couldn’t stand still, whispering something in Khalid’s ear, making him chuckle until uncle Salman silenced them. Even then, he was not scared of the Sultan of Azmia and rolled his eyes on his back. He ate every sweet my parents offered them and went to look at the bookshelves in the study. He read every title of the book as if he was an old historian and laughed loudly when Khalid playfully pushed him. 

And I loathed it. I was supposed to be Khalid’s friend, and that new guy had stolen my friend. 

“Who is he?” I asked bluntly in a childish voice, directing the question to Khalid’s father. 

He raised his slashing brow, his face dark and stern with a scar on the side of his jaw that made him look evil, but I wasn’t scared of him. “That’s Zayed, dear. He is going to be Sheikh of Azmia.”

“Why?” I asked him. “Are his parents noble?”

Growing up with parents who ruled their country on its own had some benefits. I was well versed in politics of our land. Father always taught me to never stop learning and training. Both my mind and my body. 

“No. His parents are dead. He is an orphan.”

That word had made me look down on my hands in my lap with the sweet, boyish laugh of Zayed ringing in the background. Dead. I was nine and the only death I had seen was of plants and flowers as seasons changed. Not of any people. The thought of living and laughing at such a young age without my parents made me freeze up. 

He didn’t have a father with whom he could talk about books, horse ridings and show him how much he had improved his writing. Nor a mother who would cuddle him at night, reading stories about a magical carpet, train sword fighting with or cook sweets with her. 

I turned towards him when another man entered the study, asking to talk to my mother. Zayed and Khalid conspired with each other and announced that they were going to play in the gardens and ran out of the room with guards trailing behind them. 

I was curious, so I bowed and excused myself, going after them.

After years of that memory, I wished I hadn’t followed them. I wished I had stayed seated with my mother and father. 

At least there, no one would have dared to touch me. 

At least then Zayed wouldn’t have had to kill someone to save me.

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Little things I love in Encanto (Careful spoilers)

The member of the family that is talked about in The Family Madrigal being more saturated than the rest in the wall painting

The embroidery on Mirabel's clothing

Every gift somehow being represented in the family's clothing: Herbs and hearts in Julieta's apron, suns in Pepa's dress and little lightning bolts on her headband, hourglasses on Bruno's ruana, flowers on Isabela's dress, soundwaves all over Dolores' blouse and skirt, dumbbells on Luisa's skirt, chameleons on Camilo's ruana, butterflies and a lot of other things on Mirabel's clothing, (not so sure about Antonio-)

The butterfly symbolism all over the movie always in connection to Mirabel

Agustín's little flower

Félix never being mad at Pepa with her clouds and being a supportive husband: (To Antonio): "Look at you all grown up!" - "Pepi, amor, you're gonna get him all wet!"/ (To Alma): "I'm doing my best!" - "Yes!" - "You're lucky it's not a hurricane!"

Dolores' little squeaks

Dolores covering her ears whenever it gets loud

Dolores hinting multiple times that Bruno is still in the house

Félix giving Antonio a thumbs up for telling his animal friends to warm up Abuela's seat

The metaphorics in Surface Pressure

Luisa being a softie

Luisa fixing Mirabel's glasses

Pepa covering the stuffed animals' ears when saying "when I heard the name we don't speak of"

The way Félix lights up when talking about their wedding day

The umbrellas the characters in the background have being in the colors of the Colombian flag

Isabela indicating that the apparent perfect life she has now is not the one she actually wants/not the life of her dreams in WDTAB: "He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised and one day be mine."

"He told me that my powers would grow like the grapes that thrive on the vine" - Foreshadowing

The hand movement during Isabela's part of the background characters and Camilo being the only one to look at his hand either for more dramatic effect or in a "what the heck am I doing" kind of thing- can't exactly tell both is perfect for him

THE CHOREOGRAPHY WHEN THEY ALL SING TOGETHER

Agustín just stuffing Bruno's vision in his pockets

Bruno knocking on wood, throwing salt over his shoulder and avoiding the cracks on the floor as Mirabel is talking about his vision to prevent bad luck that he thinks he and his visions bring :(

Antonio giving Bruno his stuffed jaguar he got from Mirabel, proceeding to lean on an actual jaguar with the sentence "for the nerves" - what a chad

Agustín saying he was trying to protect Mirabel when confronted by Alma with the vision

Julieta's development of standing up for Mirabel to Alma. From her gently asking Alma to be more gentle to Mirabel before Antonio's gift ceremony to saying "You were always too harsh on Mirabel"

Isabela's melody in WDTAB being reprised in What Else Can I Do by Mirabel

Isabela being ashamed when Alma sees her - in a "ruined dress" and messier hair - with Mirabel after What Else Can I Do

The metaphoric with Alma's "The cracks started with you" to Mirabel because the family did start to crack (more) when Mirabel didn't get a gift.

Camilo and Isabela trying to get the candle but loosing their powers mid air and being caught by Casita

Julieta and Agustín fighting Casita to get to Mirabel as Casita is crumbling and trying to get the family out

Julieta yelling "Mirabel leave it!" as Mirabel is still trying to get the candle

The entire encanto breaking along with Casita as it is part of the miracle too

Pepa's "Antonio don't cry, don't cry" afterwards

Camilo's incredibly easy to overhear line: "My powers they're gone I don't- what about Antonio? What's he gonna do?"

Dolores trying to use her enhanced hearing to find Mirabel only to realize she no longer has it

The difference of Alma and Pedro's story in the beginning and towards the end

The constant reoccurring of "open your eyes" between Alma and Mirabel. Abuela Alma opens the movie with saying it to five year old Mirabel, Mirabel sings it to Alma in Waiting On A Miracle in a desperate, frustrated tone, in the flashback scene at the river Alma says "I lost sight of who our miracle was for", shortly after Mirabel says "I finally see" after recognizing the butterfly from Bruno's vision, Alma singing "Open your eyes - Abre tus ojos" to Mirabel in All of You

Pepa being the first of the sisters to hug Bruno

Not reduced to Encanto, happens in musicals all the time but the melodies of Isabela's part in WDTAB and Surface Pressure and The Family Madrigal reprising in All of You

Camilo trying to spin the shovel Mirabel gave him, dropping it and checking if Mirabel saw it

The doorknob

The M on the doorknob can stand for both "Mirabel" and "Madrigal"

Mirabel standing in the middle in the front door as she is the one holding the family together

Isabela and Mirabel being Dolores' wingwomen

A deep blue being the main color on Isabela's colorful dress making her fit in more with her parents and siblings

Pepa's and Julieta's love for their children

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[teabreakpancakes]

Unrequited Eli x GN Reader

Genre: Angst, Some Comfort

It was foolish to ever think about ever having a relationship with Eli, but how could you not?

It all started when he rescued you during your first match, guiding you towards the exit gate, when your heartbeats quickened he decided to carry you instead.

He brought you to the infirmary after escaping, treating your wounds as Brooke nuzzled against your thigh, attempting to comfort you.

Eli reassured you with kind words while wrapping your knee and arms in white bandages, covering the bruises and cuts that formed during the match due to your inexperience in playing the game.

"You can ask Emily to treat them later when she comes back from her match” Eli said in a soft voice, standing up and dusting off his cloak.

“Let’s get you something to eat—“ Brooke let out a hoot, cutting off Eli in the process as she landed on his shoulder, nudging him as if to inform him of her hunger too.

A soft chuckle left the taller man’s lips, “Alright, we’ll get you food too”. Turning his head to (Name), he gestured for them to follow him to the kitchen.

The butterflies in their stomach and the racing of their heart was a very very bad sign, they were falling in love with a man that had someone in his heart.

But they only found out when the topic of having people to come back to came up.

You should’ve seen how much Eli’s eyes lit up—they thought they knew him well but as it turns out, there were a lot of things they still did not know about the seer.

Eli had love in his eyes as he talked about his fiancée, Gertrude.

(Name) could only fake a smile, staying for a while before finally reaching their limit and excusing themselves.

They sped walk to their room, wanting to be out of sight for the mean time.

They had fallen so hard for him, they were so so foolish to even think they a chance.

Eli sacrificed his sight for her, he made a promise to her—they were ashamed—ashamed that they loved him so deeply despite knowing that they’ll never have him.

And yet here they are, rescuing him from a rocket chair as the Violinist was hot on their tail, taking a hit for him and pushing him into the exit gate and accepting their fate as Antonio hits them before they can go in.

They get back to the manor, silent as Eli rushed to them, asking them if they were alright.

They smiled in a halfhearted manner, nodding before turning on their heel to head to the garden—ignoring the stinging sensations on their body.

They knew he was nice to almost everyone and yet they thought that they were “special”

It was embarrassing to think that Eli could ever see them as more than a friend—well, that sure hurt more than it should’ve.

friend

friend

a friend

right, that’s all we’ll ever be, they thought to themself, and they’re totally alright with that.

They ignored the small wish in their heart that Gertrude was already dead by the time the game ended.

They walked around in the garden, stopping in front of a crying statue. Stuck in a daze, they decide to inspect it.

Tears flowed down it’s face as it clutched a broken heart to it’s chest. It’s head downcast as if they had given up.

Hah, it seems that they were both in a such a state.

“We’re not so different mr. Statue” they whispered, placing one of their hands on the statue's shoulder before turning to walk deeper into the large maze of a garden the manor had.

A hand grabs their shoulder, turning them to face whoever grabbed them. To their surprise, they see Eli, a bit breathless as he takes deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.

“You need to go to the infirmary” He tells them in a stern yet concerned voice after he catches his breath.

Unreadable eyes stare up at Eli’s blindfold, their lips parting and closing repeatedly, considering if they should still ask whatever came up in their head.

“Hey Eli” They call out to him, hesitance lacing their voice as the blindfolded man lets out a hum, indicating that he was listening.

“Do you love Gertrude very much?” they went silent after the question left their mouth, their head going into a state of turmoil, thinking of whether or not it was a mistake to ask.

Their eyes went downcast, staring into the ground as they waited for his response.

Eli on the other hand was confused, curious about why the question came up. He hummed, smiling slightly at the thought of Gertrude.

“I do, I was willing to give up a lot for her—“ (Name) cut him off with a curt “I see” before rushing off into the manor.

Eli was dumbstruck, did he say something wrong?. He tried to go after them but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

Brooke looked back, showing Eli that the person that stopped him was Joseph, the tall man had a soft expression on his face as he looked at them rush into the manor.

“Let them be for now—“ he paused, wondering about what he could and could not say. His blue eyes staring into Brooke’s.

“You’ve done a lot more than you realise” Joseph said in an unreadable tone, an indecipherable look in his blue eyes.

Eli wondered about what exactly he did for a while after that.

You rushed into your room, pursing your lips as to not let out any of your sobs while you were still outside of the confines of your quarters.

Pitiful sobs left your mouth as rivers of tears streamed down your face, this is the most pathetic you’ve felt in your entire life.

And all because of what?

Love

That sickeningly sweet yet despairing feeling of being so high on the feeling of warmth provided by the thought of someone.

Forget the stinging of your wounds, the pain you felt from this thing called love was way more unbearable. In fact, you wished you were hit by a train instead.

“I’m so stupid” they muttered under their breath as they closed their eyes tightly, hiding their face in their knees.

They wanted nothing more than to get rid of this thing people call “Love”, if it’s this painful then they’d rather not fall in love ever again.

After what felt like half an hour, they felt hollow and dried up. They bathed and dressed themselves in fresh clothing before heading to the infirmary and getting treated by Ms. Dyers once more.

Emily noticed their odd mood and puffy eyes, handing them a note along with a pat on the back as she gave them a small smile to comfort them.

They bit their bottom lip, bowing slightly to the doctor to thank her after reading the note that read

‘I’m free to talk if you’d like, I can bring some treats to your room later and I can accompany you since you seem rather glum’

They wiped away the tears in the corners of their eyes, deciding that they’d try their best to feel better, they couldn’t always be like this.

It may take a while, but they know they can do it.

…hopefully

I’ll probably make a part 2

and now that i think about it, i was very.. hmm.. emotionally dead while writing this

y’know, friend can be spelled as fiend if you remove the r

i had the urge to include that but i ignored the thought, since i couldn’t think of a way to - lawless

[sharknadoslutt]

A writing prompt: how about Bruno having a good night's sleep for the first time in 10 years?😭😭😭 HE NEEDS TO REST

Oh, ho ho... Oh 😭💚🐀

Send me a headcanon and I will write a short ficlet inspired by it!

Bruno had a difficult time falling asleep for as long as he could remember. Though the reason as to why had always varied through the years.

As an adolescent, rest eluded him due to the weight of the future, that is, the vast horrors he could possibly prevent or, at least, prepare for.

This was a weight he was still learning to carry to this day.

After all, he was the son of Pedro Madrigal, a beloved man who had given his life to keep his family safe, his community safe. Now Bruno had to ensure that nothing would surprise them and take away their fathers gift, their home, their safety, their Encanto. He had a responsibility to seek out the bad before it happened and, despite being just a boy, he was be entrusted with the future of an entire community.

As a young man, sleep never came easy because his mind was incapable of rest, too pre-occupied pondering the many futures that would come to him.

What these prophecies meant, what could stem from these events, how they even came to be... How the people affected by these futures would inevitably react when he confronted them and gave them their prophecy..

There was a flicker of peace when the girls were young, his beloved nieces.

He had purposefully stayed home more during those years, electing to spend his days with his sisters husbands, helping them navigate fatherhood in his own goofy-uncle way. He knew nothing about being a father, no, but being a tio came easily. Loving those girls was without effort.

Those were the days..

The years to follow his short-lived domestic bliss were especially rough.

Sleepless nights was the norm for this man for years as all his visions seemed impossibly negative. Between the backlash and torment that came with this knowledge, Bruno was tired.. But sleep never seemed obtainable. The thoughts prevented it..

And then, of course, was that eternally lonely decade in the walls..

It was hard to tell when it was time to sleep, of course. And then, there was always a voice nagging him, telling him that the best time to sleep was during the day, so the family was less likely to hear him. But, lord knows, his family was loud and made that impossible..

But then night would come and the thoughts would settle. The second guessing, the guilt, the anxiety...

No. The walls were a sleepless time for Bruno.

But those days were over and the curly-haired man had been reunited with his family. At first it was difficult, he was so overwhelmed with being surronded by people, when he was finally alone.. The idea of actually sleeping was horrifying.

But now.. Things were better.

"Tio Bruno, guess what!" Antonio giggled. He was wearing his pajamas and peaking at him from around the corner as Bruno was headed upstairs to retire for the night.

"Antonio, aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Bruno asked with a small smile, enjoying the gleeful look of defiance in his nephews eyes.

"Yes." The six year old chuckled and came forward. It was then that Bruno realized he was hiding something behind his back. "But mami doesn't know. So keep it a secret, okay?"

Bruno chuckled, finding the child's antics cute.

"What ya doing up then?" Bruno asked, and was pleased when Antonio presented him with two cookies.

"I had a sweet tooth." Antonio admitted, holding up one cookie so that his uncle would take it. "So I snuck downstairs to get one. The rats told me the coast was clear."

"Did they, now?" Bruno's smile only grew as he accepted the cookie.

"Yeah. They tell me lots of stuff."

"What else do they tell you?" Bruno mused, taking a bite of the cookie as Antonio rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"They talk about you a lot. They just love you." Antonio took a bite of his cookie and smiled. "I do to. I love you a lot, Tio."

Bruno felt his heart soar at this.

"I love you too, buddy."

Antonio grinned up and then turned around, heading back to his room without another word. For a moment Bruno simply stood there, staring in the direction of Antonio's door before making his way to his own room.

Before long Bruno sat in his bed, staring at the ceiling, still caught up in how precious that simple interaction was.

The man closed his eyes and relaxed, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long while. He was loved. He was safe. He was wanted. And that was enough.

[emiwasabi]

It's Complicated: Chapter 4

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The last couple months were grueling. Between working at the restaurant, hanging out with Cesar, much to Antonio’s dismay, and trying to prepare for my first year of teaching, I was physically and mentally drained. Geny kept dropping subtle hints about the dark bags under my eyes every morning at breakfast. Hell, even Al took time to look pointedly at them, pushing for me to sleep in Paco’s now cleaned out room instead of the lumpy couch. He said it would give me a better nights’ sleep. The current arrangement was killing my neck and back. But I declined the offer, choosing to sleep on that couch was better than staring at the bedroom ceiling and wishing that Paco would sneak through the door for a nightly smoke session. 

“Cesar!” I yelled, while strolling through his front door juggling three full grocery bags. Cesar dropped the game controller and took two of the bags off my hands, throwing me a furtive glance.

He placed them on the chipped formica counter and started taking stuff out, commenting about the chips and cereal in appreciation. “You didn’t have to do this,” He said. “I could’ve gotten Sad Eyes to get groceries.”

I rolled my eyes and huffed, “Please, the only thing he would buy is beer, bread and peanut butter. Come to think of it, I’m not even sure the guy eats anything. I’ve only ever seen him drink and smoke,” I said while taking the milk out of the bag and putting it in the fridge. Cesar seemed on edge, rubbing the back of his neck and switching his weight from one side to the other. 

Just as I turned around to empty the rest of the bag, it was dragged away towards the end of the counter. I just stared with my head tilted at the sudden odd behavior. “Don’t worry about unloading things, I can do it.” He moved closer and tried to usher me through the kitchen doorway while talking quickly. “I’m sure you’re super busy with getting ready for school and helping with the restaurant. Plus with the whole moving thing, you probably have a lot of packing to do and I wouldn’t want to stand in your way.” He urged with a forced smile. I dug my heels into the ground just at the end of the hallway and whipped around to face him. 

“What the hell has gotten into you?” I demanded with crossed arms. “I’m not even that busy!” I lied. “And school doesn’t start for another three weeks!” Cesar groaned and leaned against the hallway wall, keeping an eye on the front door. 

“Oscar got out today.” It felt like my heart dropped to my stomach. How did it happen so soon? I asked myself while trying to work it out in my head. Has it really been two months already? “I knew there was a possibility of it happening,” he said, staring hard at my shocked expression. “I just didn’t think he would actually get good behavior.” 

I stood there, mouth still hanging open, frozen with disbelief. I wasn’t ready to see him, it was all happening too soon. It’s not like I haven’t thought about this in the last two months. Every scenario that I came up with in my head ended badly. It was like watching an accident happen in slow motion over and over again. “I should go.” I whispered hoarsely. 

Before Cesar could agree and I could get my purse, the front door opened. Heavy footsteps started coming from the living room. “Mano!” Oscar’s voice rang out. I swallowed at the low and gruff tone and moved further into the kitchen, motioning for Cesar to go say hi. Cesar looked as nervous as I felt but he nodded jerkily and put on a smile before running out to the living room. The conversation was muffled but I could hear the excited lift in Oscar’s tone when he commented on his little brother's height, talking about how grown up he had gotten. It broke my heart a little bit to think that he was out of his little brother's life for so long, especially during these pivotal years. That was always the worst case scenario, not being there to take care of his family. 

The voices got clearer, footsteps came closer as they walked down the hallway to the kitchen. Cesar was rambling on about his friends and everything they did that summer while Oscar gave out occasional grunts and interjected with questions. I didn’t have time to prepare to see him for the first time in five years. So when they rounded the corner, I put on a half smile and waited for the reaction. I wasn’t expecting complete elation from the man but I sure as fuck was surprised when he glared at me with such contempt. 

Oscar looked between Cesar and I, eyes zeroed in on the remaining grocery bags scattered across the counter. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He had changed, at least physically. He was tall and lean before prison but now he was buff, with impressive muscles on his arms and shoulders. The head was shaved, typical, but the teardrop on the right corner of his eye was new. A neatly trimmed goatee sat above his lips. And there was something about his demeanor, it was cold and dangerous. His eyes, those beautiful hazel orbs that I loved so much, focused on my rigid posture and rapidly beating heart. It’s like he could hear it from across the kitchen and a small smirk formed on his still plump lips. God, I missed those lips and that smile.

Cesar, clearly picking up on the tension, jumped in between him and I. He gestured towards the grocery bags, “Laney was just dropping some groceries off.” Eyes looked pointedly at me. “I’m sure she needs to go, though.” 

It wasn’t a subtle hint, and there was a part of me that longed to get out of the tense atmosphere. I wanted to run away and pretend I never saw Oscar again. Pretend that he was still the boy that I left five years ago, even though that was impossible. Yet I stayed, frozen against the counter, gripping it for dear life. At least he still had his old habits, jaw tensed up and his left eyebrow raised high above the other. It was a sign that he was agitated, whether that was at me or Cesar, I couldn’t tell. “Go to your room, Cesar,” It was a command and he wanted to follow it, feet started moving in that direction but he stood tall and moved towards his brother. 

“No, you can’t tell me what to do.” I appreciated his attempt but all it took was a long silent glare from the older Diaz and the boy was out the doorway in a flash. Didn’t even turn around to say goodbye. 

Oscar chuckled a bit at the show, like having his brother terrified of him was a good thing. It reminded me of how his father, Cuchillos, raised them. With fear and consequence. It made my stomach twist uncomfortably to think about those times. We both stared at each other for a while in silence, neither of us really knowing what to say. What could we say? It had been five years of zero contact and here I was in his kitchen, feeding his little brother. Oscar sniffed and walked towards the fridge, instantly reaching for a beer. He turned back around and leaned casually against the opposite counter with those hazel eyes locked onto mine. “I heard about the teaching thing. Thought you hated history?” 

There was a slight tilt to the corner of his mouth, like he was remembering our project from so long ago. I shrugged and took a deep breath to calm the nerves. “I liked history, I just hated the teacher.” 

He nodded downing the rest of his beer and running his hand over his mouth. “Mmmhmm, I’m pretty sure he hated you too.” I smiled and pushed my hair behind my hair. Oscar squinted at the grocery bags. “You don’t need to be here, buying shit for him.” Guess we were done going down memory lane. “I got the Santos to cover him.” There was absolute pride in his voice when he spoke about them. That tight feeling in my stomach didn’t let up. 

I rolled my eyes and pushed off from the counter, bypassing him and tearing open the fridge. It was still pretty empty even after the grocery trip. “The only thing that was restocked in here was beer,” Oscar glared at me, daring me to continue. “This thing was practically empty when I moved back here.” I started pulling open cabinet doors now, pointing out the lack of canned goods and pasta. Stuff that’s convenient to have for someone who doesn’t know how to cook. “I’m pretty sure he was relying on takeout but yeah, you’re boys definitely took care of him.” I stated and leaned back in my original position, across the kitchen from him. It was a low blow to rip on the fact that Oscar wasn’t here to take care of Cesar and I regretted the dig as soon as I saw the flash of hurt in his eyes, before it was replaced with anger. Oscar slammed the bottle on the counter and stalked over to me, putting his body flush against mine and putting his hands over mine on the counter so I couldn’t get away. We’ve been in this position before but back then Oscar was looking at me with love in his eyes and a mischievous smirk. My heart jumped at the contact, his tall and strong body pressing against mine. 

“You don’t have a right to come in here and talk about how I raise my brother.” His hot breath fanned over my face, lips inches from mine. My eyes stayed trained on his cross necklace, sitting perfectly against his chest. I breathed in the familiar comforting smell of cologne and cigarette smoke. “He’s not your family.” That one hurt and I breathed in sharply, eyes meeting his and eyebrows scrunched up. “And you aren’t gonna hang around him anymore.”   

“That’s not fair.” I argued. “I was here for him the last couple of months while you weren’t. You can’t just come in here, fresh out of prison and tell me what I am and am not going to do. I don’t give a shit how badass you think you are.” I managed to wiggle my hands out from under his and pushed on his buff chest, wanting to get his body away from me. It was bringing back memories, good memories that were threatening to crumble Oscar’s new personality. He backed off a little, clearly surprised at the aggression and sneered, showing off a brief flash of pearly white teeth. 

“I run shit around here, not you. If I say you’re not buying my family groceries, then you’re not.” He was getting closer again and my heart was beating hard. Oscar would never do anything super drastic and definitely would never hit me but the air in the kitchen felt electrified. It’s like the last five years have turned him into a tyrant, just like his father. “And if I say you’re not gonna be hanging around him, giving false ideas,” Oscar motioned towards his head with wide eyes before pressing his body up against me again. “You sure as hell are not.” My breath hitched at the statement, or was it a threat? 

A timid throat cleared from the doorway where Cesar stood, looking on uncomfortably. “You guys okay?” 

Oscar backed off me after a bit and nodded towards his brother while glancing down at his vibrating phone. He didn’t even look at me, just headed towards his younger brother and clapped him on the shoulder on the way out. He mumbled something about the Santos, causing Cesar to tense up. “Yeah,” He said before turning to me. “Thanks again for all of the stuff you did.” It sounded like a goodbye and rage at his stupid brother filled up my heart. “I’ll see you around.” They both walked out and I looked around momentarily at the empty kitchen. 

I waited until the roar of the Impala faded down the street before rushing to my car. It wasn’t until driving away from the stucco house that I broke down. The tears came fast and hard, like I finally realized that there was truth to what Antonio was saying. This wasn’t the same Oscar that I fell in love with. Maybe he was there, somewhere deep inside. Question was, did I even want to find him? Or was I just gonna let it stay buried? I contemplated these questions while rubbing the running makeup from my face with handy makeup wipes after parking by the Ramirez residence. Knowing Geny, she would be on me instantly if she saw the remnants of my meltdown. 

I was finishing my night hygiene routine in the only bathroom in the house. There was always so much commotion and activity that I had to pick a time that was as late as possible so that I wouldn’t get interrupted. Halfway through brushing my teeth and the off colored white door crept open. Lana peeked through the small slit and whispered. “Can I come in?” 

A huff of exaggeration threatened to leave my mouth, unchecked. The last thing I wanted to do was to sit down and talk out my feelings but the nagging voice in my head said that this is what she needed to talk about. After spitting out the remaining toothpaste and gargling, I mumbled a “yeah”.

She shuffled in wringing her hands nervously and sat on the edge of the tub. “So, what’s up?” It seemed like given the chance, Lana would have immediately spit out the question. The nail biting and pensive look was new. 

“When you were here...before....” She paused again, almost like she was at a loss for words. “Were you dating Spooky?” 

The question was so surprising that the lotion bottle clattered to the ground. “Oh god, sorry.” I whispered, hoping that the noise didn’t wake anyone in the house. “Um, I was. Why would you ask?” I said with knitted eyebrows. 

Lana’s face turned from nervous to angry. She watched me while I rubbed the moisturizer into my face. “I don’t want you to get back together with him, he’s a murderer.” She took a deep breath before admitting the next part. “He’s the one that killed Paco.” 

With that, I turned around harshly and gripped the side of the sink to keep my balance. “Woah woah woah. Lana, that’s a serious accusation.” She nodded solemnly. “Plus, he was in jail when Paco passed away.” 

“I know that. Just because I’m young doesn’t mean I don’t know things…” Her voice was filled with exasperation. 

“Okay,” I mouthed to myself before crouching down on the light blue rug and putting a comforting hand on her back. “You’re right. You’re old enough to know these things. So, when you say that Oscar was the one that killed Paco, what do you mean exactly?” 

She looked down and stared at her fingers. “Well, Paco didn’t really get involved with the Santos until you showed up and started dating Spooky. And I heard him talking to someone...before the fight with papa...about doing something in Prophet territory. Paco was talking to Spooky...and Spooky gave the order. Even though he was shot by a Prophet, he was there because of the Santos. My brother is dead because of that order.” 

It took a lot to keep my composure during her speech. The objection to her statement was on the tip of my tongue. It killed me that the story made sense. I gave Lana a reassuring shoulder squeeze and tipped my head. “I get what you’re saying. I really do. And I promise you that I’ll tell you everything I know when I have the full story.” 

She sniffled quietly and threw her arms around me. “Okay.” came the voice muffled against my shoulder. 

“Good. Can you make me a promise?” Assuming her silence means yes, I continued on. “Can you not tell anyone about Spooky, at least for now? I want to get the full story.” 

A couple more minutes of sniffling and the small arms pulled away from me. “Just be careful with him.” She mumbled before making her way out the bathroom door. 

I stared at the mirror with exhaustion. Moving here was supposed to be a new start, a chance to truly set myself up for success. Even with all the extra baggage that comes with living in a town like Freeridge. Trying to keep my nose out of the Santos business was my goal but it looks like I’m gonna need to make an exception for Paco.

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Journey through time - Part 5

Summary: Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

Warnings: fluff and only fluff.

A/N1: Last part to this mini photo series. Thanks to @agniavateira who has provided me with so much inspiration. Also thank you to everyone who read and liked and commented. You guys make me so happy. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

A/N2: I'll be taking a small hiatus from posting fics for now. But I'll be back soon. ❤️

As much as Sy adored his daughter, secretly he had always wanted a son. Two years after Adeline was born, when he was back from his oversees tour for three weeks, Sy took it upon himself to get you round and plump with his kids again. He was overjoyed when you told him over a call that you were pregnant. Although it saddened you both that this time, Sy wasn't going to be around when you gave birth to your child. When you told him he was going to be a father to twin boys, Sy had hollered with glee, making a couple of his men come knocking at his door to see if he way okay. That was a very awkward call, where you were waving at his men while they congratulated you. You sent him a copy of your sonogram, along with a picture of you with Adeline in a care package. "Mini me's," He would say while looking at the picture, "And my princess with my queen." Your heart would flutter like the very first time he had kissed you; upsetting you at the distance and yet also filling you with love. Sy asked his parents to come live with you, help you with Adeline, as you got big and started experiencing difficulty in moving around. When you went into labour, his mother tried to get him on call, just like he had requested. But they were unable to connect to his phone, wondering if he was safe and sound or just away doing things that were expected of him to do as a captain. Your emotions were unbounded when you gave birth to your sons, worrying about Sy and going through the long process without him. The next day, Sy saw his sons for the first time over the video call, happy tears springing in his eyes as you cradled the two boys in your arms. "They have your eyes, Sy. Have you thought of names yet?" You had asked, having decided long time ago that since you had named your daughter, Sy would name his sons. "James and Noah." He had sniffed out, smiling at you lovingly.

Captain Syverson retired as Major Syverson after serving 20 years of active duty. Sy joined as a coach for Little League Baseball team, becoming a favorite amongst his players and their moms. Every morning you would kiss Sy goodbye as he walked out the front door, holding little Adeline's tiny hand in his to drive her to her school on his way to work. Your days were filled with less worrying about Sy's safety and more on providing a loving family for your kids. It helped that at the end of the day, your dining table was occupied with your children and your loving husband, sharing their day's events. Weekends were spent in parks with the whole Syverson clan out for picnics, you watching your husband running around with James and Noah, Adeline who was a spitting image of her father, perched on his strong shoulders. Somedays you couldn't believe your life turned out the way it did, mostly when you would walk inside the living room to find Sy sprawled on the sofa with Adeline curled on his side, James and Noah snoozing on his chest. You would wake him up, carefully peeling your daughter away from her father and take her to bed, while Sy got both boys in his arms with little to no effort and took them to their own room. At the end of the day, when parenthood and responsibilities left you both weary, you and Sy found solace in each other's arms while drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

It was the most devastating day in Sy's life when his teenage daughter told him she wanted to pursue modelling. Adeline was stubborn and opinionated, graced with Sy's beautiful features. He had stared at his daughter with wide eyes, cup of coffee stopping midway to his mouth. "You want me to be okay with grown men gawking at you?" He had gruffly replied, anger evident with his eyebrows knitting together and his lips forming a frown. You had learned over the years to not interfere with Sy's ways of parenting. James and Noah had awkwardly slid off their chairs, both of them avoiding what was to come next. The discussion had ended with father and daughter, arguing with each other, eventually Sy sending a crying Adeline away to her room. Neither of them had spoken to each other the rest of the day, Adeline refusing to eat dinner and Sy drinking too many glasses of whiskey. "I cannot believe she thinks modelling is a career choice." He had scowled later in the night, you both staring at the ceiling while lying in bed. "Didn't you once tell me you had hated your father for sending you off to military school? Do you want your daughter to hate you?" Sy had sighed, turning on his side to face you. "That's different. Adeline's our little girl, it's my duty to protect her." Understanding completely what Sy was feeling as a parent, you had too turned on your side and placed your hand on his scruffy cheek. "You taught her to be strong, independent. She will always be our little girl. Don't you trust her to take decisions for her life? And even if she fails to do what she desires, don't you want to be there for her when she would need her dad?"

The next day you had watched from your kitchen window as Sy and Adeline talked while sitting on the swings in the backyard, ending with long hugs and lots of tears.

While Adeline roamed around the country for fashion shows, Sy groomed his sons to join the army someday. It was not an acceptable behavior, but both of you had your favorites when it came to the twins. Noah, the stronger of the two was decidedly his father's favorite, adding to his delight when by the end of high school, he wanted to go to a military academy. James, the apple of your eye, on the other hand, wanted to become a doctor, much to Sy's dismay. But lessons were learned from the time with Adeline and for that reason only, Sy did not oppose. Noah was sent off to Virginia to a military academy, going on to join the air force as it was affiliated with his school; while James buried himself in studies, moving to Connecticut to attend medical school. Weekends that were spent with picnics in the park, now consisted of video conference calls with your three kids spread out over the country. "It's just going to be you and me in the end." Sy would say, shutting the computer off and looking at you pensively. Wounding your arms around the love of your life, you would rest your head on his shoulder and agree, "Till death do us part."

On your 30th wedding anniversary, Sy gave you an unexpected surprise. He had been missing from the house since morning, only to send a vague text with "Pack your bags and come out in ten minutes." When you walked outside on the front porch, you were left stunned to find Sy dressed in riding gear on a super bike. "I think we need to relive our days from the time we were dating. Come on, I've planned a road trip for us." And with that, Sy had driven all the way to San Antonio for the weekend. With a hotel room on the river, Sy pampered you with all his love and the best Tex-Mex food he could find for you. You spent the day shopping and exploring, while in the night he made love to you with unbridled passion. "My better half," he had called you, kissing your hands while cradling you to his chest. When you both came back home from your trip, you had another surprise waiting for you: Your three children all under the same roof again, holding up a sign board with "Happy anniversary, mom and dad."

Noah had successfully climbed the ranks in the airforce to become Lieutenant at an age younger than when Sy was one. But it was when James, inspired by his twin, decided to join the armed forces as a field doctor, you saw Sy's chest puff in pride. "Syverson men always join the military." He had told his friends over dinner one night, soaking up the praises for his children. Adeline joined a major modelling agency that speared her career forward. She roamed around the globe, sending her old folks trinkets from the new city she was in, and one day added a picture of her and her boyfriend in the mail. Sy turned into a protective father quickly, inviting her and her man to have dinner. "I like him." Your old man had chuckled, when he had scared Adeline's boyfriend, making him blabber incoherently with nervousness. You could only watch in a haze as one day Adeline's boyfriend showed up to your house unannounced, to ask Sy for his daughter's hand in marriage. "Listen boy, Adeline is precious and if you hurt her, you know there wouldn't be anything worse than us. You don't want to be on the bad side of the Syverson men, is that clear?" You had heard Sy warn, a shiver running down your spine listening to his commanding tone, even if the threat wasn't meant for you. A few weeks later, when Adeline was in Paris, she had called home only minutes after the proposal, screaming on the phone that she said "yes." The rest of the night, Sy had you looking at Adeline's baby pictures from old photo albums. "This little bundle would be getting married soon. Can you believe that?" He had laughed, wiping the tear at the corner of his eye and throwing his arm around your shoulders when you couldn't hold onto your own tears.

The day after Adeline, Sy's little girl, was married, he threw a brunch for the newly weds and their families. James and Noah, back from their deployment in time for their sister's wedding, had introduced their own girlfriends to both of you before the ceremony. You knew Sy would never admit it, macho behavior of his never fading, but you could see his eyes glisten watching his family grow. He had tried to keep a straight face throughout the ceremony too, but he had let go of his tears when Adeline had laid her head on his shoulder during their father-daughter dance. Halfway through brunch, Sy pulled you away from the crowd and took you towards the orchard outside the country club. He held your hand while taking you to stand under the shade of a massive tree. "It's like I'm living in a dream." You admitted, looking out at the sprawling orchard, thinking about how you were a mother-in-law to someone. Sy pulled you close to him by your waist, encircling his arms around you. Gray hair on his temples and his face beginning to be marked with wrinkles and yet for you, Sy looked like he had never aged. "I know I don't tell this to you very often, but darlin' running into you, falling in love with you, building a life with you, is the best thing that could have happened to me." He kissed the top of your head, taking your face in his hands before planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I love you and thank you for everything, Sy." You whispered as the birds chirped on the branches above, a whistling breeze blew by carrying the sweet fragrance of fruits in the orchard and you stared at the brilliant blue orbs of the man who had owned your heart and soul since many years ago.

The End.

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FrUk Week 2021: Day2

@hetaliashipsweek

Prompt: Childhood/Old Age

Paring: FrUk

Word Count: 2012

The Luckiest Man Alive

They had been married for fifty years. It still was hard for Arthur to believe. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful, but at the back of his mind, there had always been that lingering thought that Francis would finally notice all his shortcomings and leave him. At least over the years, that voice had quieted immensely and Arthur learned to allow himself to be happy without worrying that it would be taken away from him.

If someone had told five-year-old Arthur that the annoying little French boy in his class would eventually become his lover, he would have kicked them in the shins. No way he could ever like someone as snobbish as Francis. The boy never failed to insult Arthur’s ‘fashion sense’ or steal his pencils. Then again it probably didn’t help that Arthur had the tendency to pull Francis’ hair and steal his books. By the first grade, things had escalated to the point the two physically and verbally fought on the daily. There were a lot of punches, bruises, and meetings with the principal during those elementary school years, but for some reason, they always kept coming back to each other.

Middle school rolled around and life got complicated. During the final years of elementary school, Arthur’s mother had been diagnosed with a serious illness. What that illness was was never revealed to Arthur even after her death, but that didn’t stop it from tearing the family apart. He had never gotten along with his brothers, but with their mother being in and out of the hospital and pressure being added onto all of them, especially Alister, they began taking out their stress on each other. They fought every day with some confrontations turning physical (on both ends). After a particularly bad fight, Arthur showed up to school with a black eye. At lunch Francis inquired about it, pushing him until he snapped and shoved Francis against the locker, hissing, “My mom’s sick and my brothers hate my guts so shut up or you’re going to be my punching bag.” 

For once, Francis was shocked, and instead of shoving Arthur back, his gaze softened as he said, “I’m so sorry to hear that Arthur.” Before he could do anything else, Arthur pulled away and took off down the hall. It wouldn’t be the last argument that ended with secrets being revealed. At least both had enough respect not to bring them up again.

By the time high school rolled around, the few friends Arthur had made over his childhood years had moved away or went to the other high school in town. The only person he knew going in was Francis and once more the two of them gravitated towards each other, but this time it wasn’t for a fight. Arthur was tired. His mother had passed away a month before school had started and the feeling of home left with her. The Brit had become a shell of his former self, often isolating himself in the school library during his free time and throwing himself into his school work. He didn’t socialize unless he had to for class and began avoiding Francis like the plague. It began to worry Francis and around Christmas of their first year, Francis cornered Arthur in the library, ready to get to the bottom of whatever was eating at his enemy. Surprisingly it was easier than he thought as the Brit quickly broke down and through tears began explaining everything. The fact his mom died, that he was sick and tired of arguing with his brothers and has been couch hopping for a couple of weeks because he didn’t want to go home, and every other minor inconvenience that had been building up in his life. 

Francis was stunned into silence, but before Arthur could run away like he always did when things got too personal, the French boy pulled him into a tight embrace. And Arthur let him, too tired for any struggle or to push his emotions deep down again. Francis had invited him to stay over that night and Arthur had accepted though he was hesitant. There were no arguments or fighting for once and instead they talked about other things, interests, classes, other normal teen stuff. It was nice and for the first time in the past three years, Arthur felt safe and comfortable. 

After that fateful day, fights between them grew few and far between. They still bickered and argued, but it was now a more friendly matter. Francis introduced Arthur to his new friends Antonio and Gilbert and the four would remain friends well into adulthood and even old age. They were annoying just like Francis, but they also cared about him and were there for him when he needed it. But he could really do without the constant jab that Francis and he were like ‘an old married couple.’

College is when Arthur’s feelings of friendship started becoming feelings of romantic love. Francis had found a cheap apartment not far from their school and the two decided to rent it together to save money. They fell into quite a domestic routine. Francis cooked for him since Arthur could never make anything not burnt while Arthur did the dishes. Francis did laundry while Arthur folded and put the clothes away. Arthur would go out to the small garden on their balcony and Francis would join him a few minutes later with water or juice and a little snack for them. Francis had a lot of morning classes so Arthur would wake him up with a cup of coffee or tea. Arthur finally felt at home and he realized he wanted to live with Francis for the rest of his life. He tried to deny it at first, but each time Francis smiled Arthur felt his insides melt and whenever he called his name in the soft moments of the evening, he imagined being called to cuddle with him. He loved Francis, but he was too scared of possibly losing him if his feelings became known. After all, their relationship had already been turbulent, why shake it up even more?

Although they may have been getting along better than they ever had, they were still Francis and Arthur, prideful through and through and unable to go too long without some form of argument. Things were starting to build up on Arthur again with school and his growing feelings and he was starting to become more snappy than normal. They had had a few of their friendly arguments before, but eventually, everything became too much and Arthur went off at Francis when the Frenchman pushed a little too hard. “I thought we told each other everything,” Francis screamed.

“Shut up!”

“No. Not until you get it through your thick skull that pushing things down until they boil over is not healthy. I don’t even know why I bother? You’ve never listen-”

Next thing either of them knew, Arthur had Francis pinned against the wall, silencing him with a heated, angry kiss. As soon as Arthur noticed what he was doing, he pulled away, but not enough to let Francis go. The Frenchman looked at him, cheeks red, hair a mess, and eyes wide. Without a word they leaned in once more, connecting their lips in a slow, sensual kiss. 

The following morning, Arthur awoke, wrapped up in Francis’ arms in Francis’ bed, clothes strewn around the room. For a moment, he allowed himself to admire the sleeping man next to him. Even with bedhead, Francis’ hair still looked beautiful and soft. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes closed, bare shoulder slightly exposed. He looked so peaceful and content which made Arthur’s heart flutter.

“Like what you see?” Francis asked, his eyes opening halfway and a soft smile spreading across his face. 

“Sh-Shut up.”

“Make me.” 

And Arthur did, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss on Francis’ lips. When he retreated back, embarrassment and doubt began setting. What did this mean now? Were they lovers? What if things didn’t end up well? He couldn’t bear to lose this man after everything they had been through. Maybe it was best to just forget what had happened and go back to being friends. 

“I-I don’t know if I can do this,” Arthur stuttered out. He pulled the covers up defensively, trying to avoid that kind loving gaze.

Francis was quiet for a moment and when Arthur stole a glance at him, he almost looked disappointed. “You know?” Francis began, his smile quickly returning, “We don’t have to call it anything you don’t want to. You liked what happened last night right?”

“I-I suppose…”

“I did too. Would you want to do more than just that? Like cuddle, kiss, and all that?”

Arthur was silent as he thought it over, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “If it makes it easier,” Francis continued, “I wouldn’t mind doing that kind of stuff, but if you don’t want to...I won’t push.”

Francis really was perfect. Attentive, loving, respectful when it mattered. What did he see in Arthur who just seemed to be a ball of anger and pent-up feelings? But the knowledge they wouldn’t be making this an official thing (at least not yet), put Arthur at ease and he decided to accept it. 

A couple months later, Arthur had worked up the courage to accept Francis’ offer of a date, and of course, being the thoughtful lover the man was, Francis provided him with the ideal date. They had gone to the park for a picnic lunch before heading to the theatre for a show. At night they cuddled up in Francis’ bed and fell asleep. It had been a pretty good day, but Arthur’s competitiveness had been sparked. Next date, he was planning it and he was going to impress Francis.

He got a reservation at the new French restaurant in town. Francis seemed to have enjoyed the food, but he said he could have always made such a meal at home. Arthur only rolled his eyes telling him that he was doing something nice for him so be grateful. Francis had giggled, making Arthur realize just how deep he was. It was exhilarating and a little nerve-wracking. After dinner, they headed out back to a garden area where a wishing well stood. “Do you have a coin?” Francis asked, peering into the well. 

“You’re lucky, here.” 

Francis pulled the coin to his chest closing his eyes before tossing it into the well with a plop. 

“What did you wish for?” Arthur asked, peering down into the well.

Francis brought a finger to his lips with a wink. “I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

Arthur’s nostalgia trip was interrupted by a pair of arms snaking around his waist and a firm kiss being pressed into his neck.

“What are you doing mon amour?” Francis asked in a low voice.

“Just...reminiscing.” Arthur lifted his hand, admiring the silver band on his finger. “Who would have thought we’d be here, like this, all those years ago.”

Francis chuckled. “Mhm. At least my wish came true.”

Arthur twisted his head to get a better look at the man behind him“Are you talking about that one you made on our second date?”

“Oui.”

“And what was it?”

“I would marry and spend the rest of my life with you.”

“You big sap.”

“Peut-être, but you love me for it.”

“What gave you that idea?”

“Oh, you wound me,” Francis exclaimed, clutching his chest. 

The two lovers erupted into a fit of laughter before going in for a kiss. It was sweet and quick, matching the playful moment. I couldn’t last forever as Arthur noticed the time. “We better go pick up the boys from the airport,” he suggested,  “they’ll be landing soon.”

Francis planted one more kiss on his forehead, before taking Arthur’s hand and pulling him out the door. Truly, Arthur was the luckiest man in the world and he had over fifty years' worth of evidence to prove it.

[midnightsconspiracy]

Grief-Stricken

Grief-Stricken - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: Whether hank wanted a baby or not was a question that floated around your mind as you found out you were pregnant. But that didn’t matter now as you find out you lost the baby.

Warnings: MISCARRIAGE, ANGST

Word Count: 1462

Requested: Yes

‘hi! Can I request a hank voight age gap fic where the reader finds out she’s pregnant and is scared to tell hank, but then she ends up having a miscarriage while working a case before she gets to tell him’

A/N: This is sad and has a lot of TW’s so reader digression is advised

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Being pregnant with Hank's child was not something you had expected to be, not that it wasn’t welcome, it was just a complete surprise when you found out. You’d only been with the man for a little over eight months, finally getting together after countless sly touches and fleeting glances. It had been a whirlwind of a relationship, the whole time being in your bubble of blissfulness. But that bubble had finally popped when you found yourself staring at a positive pregnancy test. Your first reaction was one of shock and surprise, having been told by the man himself that the doctor informed him that conceiving a child at his age was increasingly hard and there was probably a very slim chance if he did want to try. And you had been ok with that, having come to terms with the fact already, but obviously, you were that one in a million chance. After the initial panic of it all, you were content, knowing that you had always wanted children of your own. What you didn’t know was whether Hank wanted another child, he had obviously told you of your chances, but was that only because he needed to let you down gently? Maybe that was his way of saying he never wanted anymore, so there was no point in even talking about it, let alone trying. Your mind was swimming with all these negative thoughts of what he would say, and so at that moment, you decided not to tell him, instead, bringing it up subtly before breaking the life-altering news.

Deciding to go about your day as yourself, you wiped your eyes, straightening your shirt out in the process before heading out of the station’s locker room and upstairs to the intelligence unit. Antonio had given you a funny look as you returned to your desk, you had brushed it off as monthly hormonal emotions and nothing else, luckily he had believed this allowing you to continue as normal. As the day progressed nothing really seemed to happen, the case you were working running dry, leaving you all agitated at not being able to find anything. The lack of action left you thinking and contemplating over what you wanted in your life, what would happen if he didn’t want this baby? Your heart broke at the thought, you loved him so much, but did you love him enough that if he turned around and said he didn’t want it you would abide and stay? Or would you allow yourself to fight back or hurt yourself for the good of your unborn child? That question remained in your head throughout the day, bringing you to the brink of tears each time, there was no way you would get rid of your baby, but that would mean leaving your lover if it came down to the worst. Luckily for you, the other men had taken your emotional state as what you had told Antonio, not knowing otherwise about what women were like. The time rolled on, everything still seemingly quiet and so you decided that you should talk with Hank a little to try and ease into the conversation. Nerves flew around your body, produces chills along your arms as you walked into his office. He greeted you as normal, not aware that anything was wrong, as you walked up to the side of his desk to lean on the edge.

“I wanted to ask you something” You bought up, hoping that everything was going to be ok and you wouldn't have to choose.

“Go on”

“I know you said kids was something you thought you couldn't have anymore, but what if we were to try despite the small chance.” Trying to hold a confident exterior was tough, the nervous interior eating away at you, hoping to turn yourself into a mess of emotions.

“You mean you want a baby?” He questioned, taken completely off-guard by a topic he thought had already been opened and closed.

“Well, y-yes”

“I don’t know Y/N, after what happened to Justin, the twin, my age and how much work it is, I just don’t think it would be practical for us.” Explaining, irritable from the case as he stood up, getting in your face to spill the harsh reality of it all.

“Ok, I was just asking,” you sighed looking down, refusing to cry even though your heart was cracking slowly, piece by piece.

“You knew this when we started dating, so if you want to find someone else go do that!” He shouted, causing you to jump at the sudden escalation in volume, you just needed to get out of there, not knowing how long you could keep the tears back.

“No-o I don't want that, I was just curious-“ You stuttered out, being cut off by Jay barging into the office, informing you both on the break he had found and so the team was to roll out.

Riding to the location, your eyes were constantly brimmed with tears, trying to stop them, but failing on occasion, both Hank and Olinsky giving you strange looks as you sat in the back of the vehicle. Arriving at the stash house, Voight gave out instructions to each member of the team, yours specifically was to go in the back in first position. So that’s what you did, kicking in the door and spreading out to clear the building. As you went to check one of the rooms in the back, an offender jumped out from behind another door, catching you completely off-guard, leaving you unable to react by using your gun. And so he had a one-up on you, instead of running away choosing to fight, delivering a harsh kick to your stomach before getting on top and punching your face multiple times. During that time things had turned hazy, the only sounds were of his fists hitting your face, and eventually someone pulling him off you before you finally blacked out fully.

Feeling yourself waking up, you attempted to open your eyes, the harsh lights above causing you to close them again. You eventually blinked them open checking your surrounding and realising that you were in a hospital bed, a dull throb radiating from your face and chest. Turning your head to the right you noticed your boyfriend, sat on the chair next to you, head in his hands, trembling. Croaking his name out, his head snapped up at the sound of your voice, taking your face into his hands once he realised you were fully awake, whispering how thankful he was you were ok. Calling for the doctor, Will walked in, a grim look on his face, you having completely forgotten about your baby, you didn't prepare yourself for the news. Clearing his throat, he started by talking about your superficial injuries before moving into the heart-wrenching news. You had lost the baby. You would no longer have to make that decision of Hank or your child, it had already been made for you, by a man who had no idea, and would serve no jail time for the murder of your child. Breaking down at the news, you closed in on yourself, sobbing into your knees. The heartbreaking wails of a distraught mother affecting not only your mourning husband but the rest of the ward, all grieving for you as well. Not being able to take it anymore Will left the room, going to compose his emotions in the doctor's lounge as your husband remained, not knowing how to comfort you. Despite having lost his child as well, Hank didn’t know how to process this, he hadn’t been growing this fetus and so couldn't relate to you in that way. But that didn’t take away from the fact he was equally as devastated, bringing you shaking figure into his arms, whispering ‘it's ok’ over and over again. He knew none of his words could comfort you, the loss of your baby would be with you forever, especially after the fact he had told you that he essentially didn’t want it and that if you had wanted one to find someone else but him. That hurt the most, knowing that maybe this wouldn’t have happened if he didn’t shout at you, or he hadn’t let you go into the field knowing that your emotions were all over the place, but he had, and he could take it back now. He would regret that for the rest of his life. And as you shouted at him to get out of the room, that you wanted to be alone, he stared at your grief-stricken figure through the glass, reminiscing on how much he had messed up, wondering would this bring you closer together or further apart?

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Chicago PD Preference: When they first realize they're in love with you

requested by anon || A/N: hope you like it, love 💖 || tag list: @imaginesofyourfandom ; @regalbanshee

Jay Halstead— he would realize he loved you for the first time after you got injured on the job, during an operation that went terribly wrong. He blamed himself deeply for not being there to protect you when he had to, being your partner at Intelligence. He would be scared to death that you wouldn't pull through and he wouldn't even be able to tell you about how he felt. At the end you did manage to survive, and he couldn't even contain his relief when he stood at the door of your room at Med and saw you still asleep from the surgery.

"(Y/N)'s going to be fine" his brother, Will, said as he stood beside Jay at the corridor. He could see it in his brother's eyes just how much he cared for you. "You have nothing to worry about"

"Don't I?" Jay echoed, still a bit under shock as he watched you, eyes not leaving your being for even a second. He seemed to fear you would disappear if he looked away.

"No, you don't" Will placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it tenderly. "Hey" only then, Jay looked at his face. "You will be able to tell (Y/N) how you feel" at that, Jay flashed him a small grateful smile.

The idea of telling you in the future, did excite him.

Adam Ruzek— he would come to terms with his feelings for you one night when he saw someone hitting on you at Molly's. Jealousy would unexpectedly take a deep hold on him and that would make him see that it wasn't just friendship, what you two had. At least, that wasn't all he wanted. He wanted to be with you, to love you. And so, he would make it his goal to have the courage to tell you just how he really felt.

"What happened there?" he asked you with a emotionless expression on his face as he sat at your table, pretending he did not care while referring to the someone who had just walked away from you not looking too happy.

"Didn't feel like it" you shrugged, smiling at him before taking a long sip of your beer. "What about you, Ruzek? Not leaving with anyone tonight?"

Adam smiled before shrugging just like you had done. "No, I'm happy to just spend the night here drinking with you"

You smiled widely and raised your beer in the air. "Well, cheers to that"

Antonio Dawson— he would realize how he felt about it when you comforted him during a really bad case. No other members of the unit had even noticed that it got to him that hard, but you did. When he excused himself and went to the precinct's parking lot, you followed right into his car and just waited. For him to talk, to have the time of silence he needed. Whatever it was that he was going to do to get over it, you wanted him to know that he could count on you. And for him, that mattered more than you could ever imagine.

"We should get back there" he would say after sometime, where you both just stayed there in the silence. He motioned to get out of the car, but you gently grabbed his forearm, making him stop.

"Hey" you waited until he fall back against the seat again and looked at you to continue speaking. "Voight won't care if we are just a few minutes away. We don't have anything new yet"

"That's exactly what worries me" Antonio said in something that was just a little above a whisper, with a heavy sight that put out all of his frustration.

Instead of saying something else you reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly as you watched his face. You gave him a small smile, made him know that you were there, whatever happened. With his heart filled with joy in the middle of that chaos, he was able to smile back at you.

Kevin Atwater— he would realize he had feelings for you unexpectedly, during a day when you showed up a bit late for work because you had stopped by to buy them all donuts and coffee. Your smile as you gave everyone the little gifts, the laughter you let out when Voight wasn't able to hide how much he had liked his coffee, all of that suddenly got to him like a punch in the face. He liked you, a lot. And honestly, he didn't know if he would be able to hide it for too long.

"I was beginning to think you had forgotten me" Kevin said when you got to him, as he leaned against his desk with a smile on his lips just by watching you.

"How could I?" you smiled back at him, while reaching to the inside of the donuts box. "This one is for you" you gave him a apparently delicious cinnamon twist.

"Oh, come on, you do know you are playing with my heart here, right?" he let the words leave his mouth in a rush, before he could even stop himself or rethink the sentence. His tone was filled with irony, but the meaning behind those words... that was quite true.

You smiled, shrugging slightly. "Good"

Hank Voight— he would realize how he felt about you after a very successful case, having just them taken notice of his how good you worked and functioned together. That smoothness that surrounded you both, the way you were both really comfortable around each other and how you did not hesitate to fight him when he was wrong, unlike others, all those things opened his eyes for the fact that what he felt for you was more than just Sargeant affection towards a subordinate.

"This went better than I expected" you said, going to stand by his Hank's side at the sidewalk. Your arms were crossed over your chest as you watched the criminal that just got busted by Intelligence be placed into the patrol car.

"You did good police work, (Y/N)" he smiled, eyes going to the criminal just for seconds later to go back to you. Somehow, his eyes always kept going back to you.

"Thank you, Sarge" you said, almost unable to hide how proud of yourself you were in that moment. Deep down, you tried to not make it a big deal just how much a compliment from him meant to you.

Erin Lindsay— her feelings would finally make sense to her after seeing you with your family one day after shift. She noticed all the love and caring you guys shared and being someone who did not have that kind of love for a great part of her life, it made her happy to see that you had that. You seemed to shine when you where with the people you loved and that made her want to be one of those people, to be able to put that kind of smile on your face just by being there, beside you.

"Hey, Lindsay, you want to join us for dinner?" you asked while having your arm joined with your mother's, a welcoming smile in both of your faces.

"I want her to go!" your little cousin said, while looking up at Erin with those childish, big curious eyes that melted her heart.

When she answered, she was looking directly at you. "I would love that"

Kim Burgess— she would realize how she really felt about you after you spent a whole day together on a lookout, outside a suspect's house, sharing food and talking about the most random things possible while simultaneously, working on the case. The easy conversation, good vibe and the comfort you found in open up to each other would make her have to think hard on how she felt, which would lead to further realization

"Did I tell you about the day me and Adam made a drinking contest against some of the firefighters from firehouse 51 at Molly's?" you asked, right before taking a sip of your orange juice. Your eyes checked the suspect's house, everything was clear.

Kim on the driver's seat, turned her head towards you with a smile on her lips. It amazed her, how you seemed to always have something funny or interest to say. Made her want to hear what you had to say all the time. "You did not, but now you'll have to"

You laughed, then started off, excitedly, while remembering what happened on the said day. "So, me and Adam had been drinking alone for some time and then, Cruz comes along..."

Hailey Upton— she would realize how she felt for you when during an interrogation you two were leading together, you got threatened by the suspect. It would drive her mad, to have that person even thinking about hurting you in any way. The very enraged look they had upon you would make her want to do something reckless or eve stupid, something that would take them away from you. Anything. All that protectiveness and worry, she realized, was not just friendship. Couldn't be.

"I can't believe they had the nerve to threaten you" she said more to herself then to you, when you both walked out of the interrogation room together. The expression on her face was furious. "To say that, to even think about—" she interrupted herself with a heavy sight, looking at everywhere but you.

"It's okay, Hailey, really. I've received worse threats before" you tried to make a bit of a joke to easy the tension, but she was having none of it. You could see the anger and worry in her eyes. "Hey, hey" you touched her shoulder gently, making her stop and look at you. "Everything's fine"

Hailey nodded for a moment and you thought she was going to let it go, but then she walked straight towards you and held you tightly in a hug. You smiled softly, glad for her being so protective. Little did you know, all her feelings for you were now very clear on her mind.

[shelby-love]

HANK VOIGHT

A Dark Day

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none

Author's note: This is set during S02EP20 of Chicago Fire (A Dark Day), when Med is blown up. Hope you enjoy and happy reading!

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"Ma'am I need you to stay where you are! Help is on the way."

When you scheduled your appointment at Med, you weren't expecting to schedule it on the day the hospital was blown up.

Sitting in the waiting room one moment, and then being crushed by the impact of a bomb was not, by any means, on your to-do list that day.

But it happened and there was nothing you could do about it, meaning you had to ignore the pain in your knee in order to push through and help the wounded.

Fresh new cuts and bruises decorated your body, elevating the pain level in your body as you moved around the debris that came crashing down on you from the blow.

"Dammit." You muttered, turning around to face a boy. He was filthy and hurt, with clothes torn to reveal scratches and blood. He took a hard blow, but his overall condition suggested that he will be alright.

You smiled when you crouched down next to him, "This country never ceases to amaze me."

"Yeah," He grunted. "I don't know how they thought blowing up the ER was a good idea."

"Tell me about it."

***

Outside, amidst the chaos, the Intelligence unit descended their cars along with their Sergeant behind them. Their boots clicked against the pavement as they seized the building.

The surrounding area was bustling with people even though it was blown apart not too long ago.

"I'll take triage," Voight said before any of them could muster a word.

There was a reason Hank wanted to tend to the wounded. Your appointment wasn’t supposed to take too long but with that knee pain of yours, Hank could bet you didn't even get off the perimeter in time. Your dramatically slow pace used to be the highlight of his day.

Not currently, no.

He was terrified.

"Excuse me," Hank neared a petite woman. She turned around and surprised him with the trauma in her eyes. Even though the nurse was now safe outside, her fingers still shook against the notepad she held close to her chest. "Do you mind telling me if there's anyone by the name of Y/N Y/LN here?"

She nodded, turning a few pages in order to get to your last name. After a moment of tense silence, the woman pulled away and looked at him apologetically. "If your wife isn't here then she's probably still inside. There are a lot of patients and personnel that are still trapped on the higher floors."

Hank didn't even bother to correct her. Instead, he thanked her and turned around keeping his cool intact for 10 seconds.

He brushed past Erin without a glance and left her wondering what's up with him.

"I bet he has someone special inside," Antonio took note and Erin, no matter how much she thought that was bizarre, couldn't argue with what he said.

"You know what? I think you're right."

***

"Took you long enough!"

Kelly's face lit up at your words, "We knew you could handle yourself, so why hurry."

The squad lieutenant had his arms wide to welcome the woman you've been treating and get her down. "They go first."

Nodding, the rest of the team 51 helped the civilians under your orders.

After what you thought to be hours, Kelly took his time strapping you to him with the ropes. "I bet you secretly wanted this to happen."

"If I wanted to work, I'd just push my boyfriend down the stairs," You responded smartly, but covertly knowing full well that surprise jumping Hank Voight wasn't going to work whatsoever. "Also, do not joke about this!"

It looked like the only thing that got to Kelly's ears was your usage of my boyfriend. "You have a boyfriend? Since when?" He asked excitedly.

"You're impossible," You sighed. "Unstrap me. Now."

He did. Eventually.

With a limping knee, you made your way to your very own chief. There was no doubt in your mind that Hank was somewhere here too, probably have already gone berserk.

Your chief didn't clear you off to work, because even after what you pulled upstairs with the civilians still, unfortunately didn't win over the fact that you were injured. Your knee was the reason as to why you weren't cleared for work in the first place, so you weren't really surprised that you weren't cleared for work here, of all places. You were merely just sad.

Sadness turned into relief when you heard Hank barking orders at his team.

They all looked puzzled at his even harsher tone than usual, and you couldn't help but smile.

You knew exactly why.

***

"Don't ever scare me like that again."

The burning gaze he sent your way had you frozen in your tracks; the severity of your situation hitting you in the gut. You were caught in an explosion.

You could have died.

All color drained in your face at that thought.

Hank seemed to have had the same thought invade his mind as he took a few long strides toward you, winding his arms around you and pulling you into him.

You found solace in his arms and fell quiet after a while. Both of you were breathing heavily, still quite grasping the reality in which Hank almost lost you.

"Y/N you're alright," He murmured against your hair and brushed his hand against your back. The kisses he pressed to your head were consolatory in ways words weren't. "You're alright."

"You need to find him Hank," You pulled away and grasped his jacket's collar. "Whoever did this has to pay."

"I will. I promise Y/N," He said, taking your cold hands into his warm ones.

"Good." You whispered that word a few more times, quietly reassuring yourself what he will do right by his promise because the promise wasn't to you only, it was also a promise to everyone who were hurt by the bomb. "I love you Hank."

"I love you." Was his only reply.

All words died down when you kissed. The warmth of his lips filled your body through and through.

You felt like you could do anything.

"Take my car and go home," He told you once you pulled away. "I talked to your chief, and he told me you weren't cleared to work. There's nothing you can do here."

Nodding, you agreed. "It's out of my hands now."

"But not out of mine," Hank said. "We'll get him."

"I know you will Hank. I believe you."

You left the comfort of the lone hospital room with Hank's car key in your hand. The part of the hospital you were in looked normal, save for the bustling personnel that ran around the hall in an odd way. The usual strictness of a hospital, where people were calm and collected seemed like a far thought as you looked around and saw nothing but trauma.

The hope lied with the Intelligence Unit.

The same unit that was now waiting by the door for the Sergeant you just spent 15 minutes with.

They all had the same knowing glittering sparkle in their eyes as they watched you make your way to the door. Hank had no noticeable keychains on his car keys, but you still felt like you had to hide it from their curious eyes. They were quite obvious, you noted.

"That’s her 100%" Erin whispered to Jay.

"Don't be so obvious." Jay rolled his eyes at her lack of expertise.

"I'm not!"

"You kinda are," Adam joined the two, cringing at Erin. "Just… You know…"

"Know what?"

"Don't look at her like you want to poke out her eyeballs." Adam told her, shaking his head at her.

You even dared yourself to smile at the younger group, catching them off guard with their hearts stuck in their throats.

Announcement day was closer than Hank and you thought it was.

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Get You in the End

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Get You in the End

Pairing: Jay Halstead/You

Warnings: It's pretty tame. Allusions only. But this is my first shot at the One Chicago fandom, so if you like it please lmk!

It's your first day back from leave. A childhood friend had gotten married over the weekend and you were fortunate enough to secure the time off. Some light travel had been involved, but nothing excessive. Still you had needed a week and a half off. As much as you enjoyed yourself, it was hard being away.

From the job, or from someone you won't let yourself think on it.

You step into the 21st precinct and a small wave of nerves hits your stomach. 'Stop it,' you mentally scold yourself as you smooth the front of your shirt. 

You lock eyes with Sergeant Platt who is at her normal station, behind the front desk. You smile at her as you pass, but she only scoffs. This makes you smile more. She looks down, shaking her head. You are no longer phased by her tough exterior and haven't been for awhile. During the course of your time at the precinct you've come to understand Trudy Platt and even built somewhat of a rapport with her. Of course none of this means she'll greet you with a warm smile.

Up the steps you go to the intelligence unit. It's unusually quiet; no one else appears to be in yet. You head for your desk and sling your jacket over the back of your chair before going to the break room to start the coffee, even though you don't touch the stuff.

"You're back." Startled, his voice makes your heart skip a beat. You turn to find Jay leaning nonchalantly against the threshold. "Did you miss me?" A knowing smirk plays at his lips.

Your eyes dart passed him, scanning for any sign of your coworkers. Spotting no one else you take a step towards him. You look him up and down very carefully, appreciating his fine physique evident through his dark fitted t‐shirt. 

"Not really," you reply with your eyes still fixated on your partner. His smirk falls momentarily before realizing this is you beginning your normal banter with him. "Except...maybe at night. When I was all alone and I had to-"

"Play fair," he warns and then casts a look behind him. 

You shrug. "You started it."

He leaves his spot at the doorway to come near you, but still remains out of reach. Subconsciously you take a step forward, not quite enough to close the gap between the two of you, but enough you feel the electricity you both are putting off. Neither of you can ignore the tension in the air. His eyes travel to your lips. Somehow you both know you're thinking the same thing. You want nothing more than to feel his own pressing against yours. A sigh escapes you. Just being close to Jay is intoxicating to you. You step forward. There's hardly any space keeping him from you.

"We're at work," he whispers.

Your hushed tone matches his. "I know where we are and I haven't done anything."

"But you want to." His smirk is back taunting you. Your lips pursed slightly and trusting that his build is enough to obscure your frame, that's when your hand reaches up slowly grazing his jawline, down and across his defined chest, and further still to his taut abdomen and then finally to his hip. It lingers there. Jay's breath seems to be caught in his throat. 

You rise to your tips toes, bringing your mouth against his ear. Your chest brushes against his and you take the moment to press into him. A low groan escapes him. "Not as much you want me to." Before he reacts, you appear to mess with the tag on his shirt. "You're being watched." You drop down onto your feet. "There ya go. All set!" Your voice is normal and carries out of the breakroom. You pat Jay on the arm innocently enough. As you walk out you say, "I'm not kidding Halstead. You better not have touched my desk!" Glancing back you see Jay occupying himself by pouring coffee into a mug.

"Hey, Mouse. Hey, Al," you call in greeting as you make your way to your desk. Al mutters back something that sounds like good to have you back and already has his head in his paperwork. Mouse on the other hand is still looking at you with a slightly puzzled expression. You wink at him and he instantly puts his head down.

Sitting down, you still find it strange that so many of your colleagues aren't present yet.

"Where is everyone?" You ask no one in particular.

Al answers you. "Antonio is undercover. Atwater and Ruzek are following up on a lead." You cock an eyebrow at that pairing, but say nothing about it. Alvin nods slightly before returning to his work.

"Son of a...Halstead. You really did mess with my desk." You glare at Jay who is now sitting across from you at his own desk.

"Don't know what you're talking about." But of course he's smiling.

"Um yeah, you do. My file on my new potential CI was sitting right here on top. Now it's not."

"You have no proof, detective."

"Spoken like a true perp." You start rifling through papers on your desk. You open your top right desk drawer and there behind several folders and in front of your missing file folder is a yellow sticky note with the words, 'You're beautiful' scrawled across it. You look up to see Jay watching you. Smiling you make sure to press the adhesive against the inside bottom of the drawer. Jay grins.

A familiar, gruff voice calls your last name. Immediately you turn to face your sergeant. Voight is standing by the stairs having just arrived. "You and Halstead head over to Med. Got a vic with a GSW that knows more than she's letting on. Get what you can out of her.  Halstead can brief you about the case on the way."

"Yes, Sarge." Voight begins giving Mouse a list of things to do and you waste no time grabbing your jacket and heading out the door.

Your attraction to your partner doesn't magically fade away, but now it's time to work. You both know this. Jokes, some possible innuendos, and playful touches are sprinkled throughout the day with him when the time allots for it. Mostly the job demands your focus, which you give fully.

~☆~☆~☆~

It was a long shift, but all the vics were safe and being treated. Suspects were in custody. It was as close to a win as you got.

You finish the last of your paperwork and stand.

"You know, I could really go for a bacon cheeseburger. I know a great spot near my place. What do you boys say?"

Voight and Al ignore your invite all together. Jay looks at you and nods slightly, but doesn't say anything.

"I'll go!" Mouse declares happily. Jay shoots him a look. "Some other time…?" He amends and Jay nods in approval. You cough to hide a laugh.

"Suit yourselves. See ya boys tomorrow." With that you grab your jacket and head out. 

You reach your car, but don't get in. After a few minutes you see Jay walking towards you. He glances back a few times before he reaches you. Clearing his throat some before speaking to you gives you the idea that he's a tad nervous.

"You don't really want to go get a cheeseburger, do you? That was you inviting me over...right?"

You grin, finding his nervousness very enduring. You've never seen him be so unsure about something. "Possibly, yes. I figured it was a win win and I'd get you in the end either way."

His smile matches your own. "So I'll see you back at your place." He turns to walk away towards his own vehicle. Still grinning you get into your car.

Not even a full ten minutes later you're letting Jay into your apartment. The moment the door closes his lips are on yours. You can't believe this is finally happening. His hands roam your body almost greedily so; he can't get enough of you. You both finally break the kiss long enough to undress each other. Carelessly, clothes fall wherever as you lead Jay to your bedroom. His lips find yours again and with every touch your anticipation grows. You feel Jay's body react as your hands guide his to where you need touched the most.

You lose yourselves completely and somehow it's better than you ever imagined it being. In typical you and Jay fashion, plenty of laughs and playful banter are exchanged even between more moments of pure passion that last long into the night.

[mistaeq]

The Jobros: Finding out their s/o is Pregnant with Twins

TW // none

Original Request: Can you do the jojo's reaction to their s/o being pregnant with twins after a long time of trying? You can find this here.

The sweet @serenityblaze44 asked for this same prompt with the Jobros, so... here it is! <3

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

ROBERT E. O. SPEEDWAGON

As soon as you tell him, his eyes widen, like a cat who saw his favourite toy. It's almost as if he was a kid, and you were telling him that Santa was gonna bring him his favourite gift ever. No wonder, he'll be speechless for some seconds. Not only one baby, but two? This sounds all the way like a dream becoming reality. Living in the street like he did years ago, he could only dream about having a family.

You've been trying so hard to have a baby, you both felt ready, and after all the danger he went through along with Jonathan, Robert wants to settle down and have a family, finally starting something serious. But you had a lot of problems with getting pregnant, and he was losing his hope. Until you told him you were expecting a baby. And now, you were telling him they were two, two angels of his growing in your stomach. This feels crazy.

Speedwagon won't force you and won't get angry, if you don't feel like you'd like something like this, but he'd love to name one of the twins Jonathan or William if there's at least a boy and Erina if there's at least a girl. These people mattered so much in his life, and would be the happiest if he could bring these names with him forever. If you don't like the idea, he will respectfully accept it, and he's open and ready to hear your own ideas, too!

He wants everything to be completely organized, when the twins will come to the world. Every parent buys furniture and clothing for their baby, even before the birth, it's a pretty common thing. But Robert more or less behaved like Joseph buying stuff for Shizuka with Josuke's money. Speedwagon almost bought an entire baby store out of happiness and excitement. He's enthusiast and nervous. Bear with this loving gentleman.

"What do you mean I don't have to buy six cribs for the babies? What their two ones break and we need to change it?" he groans, handing you a bag, you looking at him with questioning eyes. "Nevermind... y/n, will you hold these fifty pacifiers for me while I get the twenty pairs of baby shoes out of the car?"

Speedwagon can't keep the news to himself. He'll call Erina before everyone else, and then all his friends, like immediately, to tell them the good news. He looks calm and rational, but he spent most of his life in London's street, and few years won't erase his loud and impulsive attitude. It's probably a good thing, after all. Even gentlemen can be excited. A little sudden, but hearing it makes Erina so happy, she'll be like an aunt for your kids!

He would enjoy reading books to your stomach during your pregnancy. He would have done it even if they weren't twins, but he claims that being them two, he'll need to work twice the amount he did before to teach them stories and literature. Robert is an amazing man, but still a too grown baby, he'll never stop his ideas about how to teach the children something. He just thinks about what he'd like to do or hear if he was a child.

CAESAR ANTONIO ZEPPELI

He stops practicing with his hamon for some seconds as soon as you tell him. Funny, he was so focused on his training that he swore he started hearing things. You didn't just tell him that the baby bubble growing in your stomach are in reality two baby bubbles. He... oh, forget it Caesar, you must have dreamt it. But you're right next to him, and almost immediately repeat what you just told him, making him realize what he heard is true.

It takes a while for the italian boy to realize it, but when he finally does, you can tell he's happy. Mamma mia. The adrenaline and excitemente in his body won't stop flowing, this is why, when Caesar will hug you, pick you up and jump around, hamon bubbles will still be coming out of his fingertips, and you find it the cutest thing ever. It's the physical proof of how happy you make him, there's no way to deny it. Family is all he ever wanted, over his flirting habit. You're the right one for him and he knows.

Prepare your kids and your stomach to get a whole load of opera music during your pregnancy. Caesar is a great lover of opera, and will care about his kids to be as informed on it and respectful of the genre. Either he'll put on some of it, of he'll straight up sing it for you and your future children. His singing voice isn't actually so bad, you notice, and this is how he earns the task of singing them the lullabies when they'll come to the world.

"Hey! What do you mean I get to sing them the lullabies... I'm good at opera... not baby songs..." he whines, almost sounding like a baby himself. "Fine... but at one condition. You change the diapers and I sing the lullabies. Take it or leave it."

He cares a lot about his family's traditions to go on. Being the flamboyant italian he is, Caesar prides himself on the love for his close family and relatives. He doesn't have a huge request for you, but he cares about what he's gonna ask. The father-to-be would be happy, if one of the twins is a boy, to give him Antonio as a second name. Like his own second name, and his grandpa's too. He secretly hopes the twins are a boy and a girl, he's always wanted a baby princess.

The young Zeppeli will grow twice more protective and caring of you. This translates in him not letting Joseph get closer to you than three meters away. This is how you learn to speak even louder to talk with people. Your loving boy will always be in front of you to keep you safe. You appreciate it, but sometimes he's exaggerated.

He'll probably beg you on his knees, for you to allow him to teach the children how to master the hamon technique when they'll grow up. You can't really deny it, sometimes it's useful. During your pregnancy, Caesar and his calming waves helped you coping with pregnancy pains and cramps, massaging your belly and leaving some bubbles around to soothe and distract you. Oh, your caring italian love.

NORIAKI KAKYOIN

When you told him the good news, his heart exploded with happiness and excitement. However, Noriaki is known for being a pretty calm boy, and he tried his best to keep calm after your words, too. You had to tell him to let go and don't worry about wanting to hug you, or pick you up and kiss you, or even cry, if he felt like letting it all out.

Before you even got pregnant, Kakyoin and you had been trying every single way on Earth to have a baby. Take count of your most fertile phase, buy a lot of pregnancy tests, using different positions, praying, making rituals, crying and asking Siri, in tears, why Noriaki couldn't manage to get you pregnant. Did those ways work so well that you got twice more pregnant than you expected? Nevermind, all you know is that you and your loving cherry boy are gonna have two beautiful babies.

"Listen... why do you think I can't get my baby pregnant? We've been trying every single way... do you have any advice?" as soon as Siri answered, Kakyoin's eyes widened, and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, don't give me the 'Sorry, I'm not sure what you said' treatment!"

One of his first thoughts, is that there's a small - but now it's higher because the babies are two - percentage of chances your babies might be stand users. Yes, it's not the highest percentage ever, but it's still there, and Kakyoin is pretty afraid of it. Stand users' lives are never calm and quiet, he had the occasion to prove this himself. They often go towards almost deadly experiences. He's gotta be a good dad and protect his children.

Hierophant Green is overjoyed! Noriaki and his stand worked hard, to create some decorations for the babies' room with emeralds. Green is a neutral color, since you don't know whether the twins will be boys, girls, or both. Still, you don't think colors like pink and blue are gendered, that's some stereotypical bullshit. But you had the luck of having green decorations, perfect for anyone, from Hierophant's power.

Kakyoin secretly hopes that at least one of the babies, no matter whether it's a boy or a girl, will have his hair color or hair noodle. Think about it, wouldn't it be funny, cute and incredibly special to have a small version of your husband/boyfriend walking around the house? Oh god, what if they're identical twins? Three Noriakis? Oh my.

Even if this might embarrass him a little, you'll often get to see his parents during your pregnancy. First of all, to give them the good news about the baby being in reality two babies, and second of all because mrs. Kakyoin would be on cloud nine, getting the chance to give you some parenting advice. That's also how you get to know some interesting information and curiosities about your man's childhood. The cutest things ever. But this... is another story.

NIJIMURA OKUYASU

Okuyasu.exe has stopped working. What do you mean two babies? He thought the shocking news were finished, after the pregnancy announcement. He's gonna ask you a billion times, on the verge of tears, if you're joking or messing with him, knowing how much these news matter to his heart. When he gets you're serious, Okuyasu just lets go and cries. He feels so damn happy.

He learnt to hate your period as much as you, honestly. Because everytime you got it, it meant another month in which he had failed in getting you pregnant had passed, and this made him feel useless and disappointing. You never thought anything like this about him, but making him understand this is pretty difficult, he wouldn't have forgiven himself until he succeeded. You wanted a baby and Okuyasu wanted so too, so he would have given it to you, no matter what.

"Oi... did you... you know, bleed this month already?" Okuyasu asked, with the eyes of someone who was afraid of asking. But you shook your head. "This is good, love... but let's not get our hopes up, shall we, y/n?"

He doesn't really have any special requests or ideas for your babies' names. Or better, he does have one, but will never tell you, as he thinks for sure that you'll never agree with doing it. Okuyasu would have liked the kanji "兆" ("chou": trillion) to be in at least one of your babies' names, to remember his brother. But your boy is pretty sure you'd hate it, and he'd never suggest this. You'll probably feel there's something he's not telling you and find out anyway.

Expecting two babies is tiring, and you'll need to rest a lot. Okuyasu would like to join you and hold you in your sleep, but he also wants to be awake to take care of you, get you something to eat or drink, or put in order his messy house to make it look at least decent for when the babies will come. This is why, while you take your naps, he works around the house and lets The Hand cuddle with you. It's always him, after all. He feels the way you hold his stand.

This leads to the father-to-be being often pretty tired, too. He overworks himself. At night, when he finally joins you in your bed, happens to fall asleep in a matter of seconds, wearing his ordinary clothes instead of his pajamas. You can tell he's gonna be a good dad. Some mornings during your pregnancy, if you happened to wake up before him, you'd quietly turn off his alarm clock for him to rest more.

Okuyasu's dad is on cloud nine too, as his family is going to get larger. Mansaku totally wants to take a photo with you two and his grandchildren, as soon as they'll be born. He accepted you and behaves with you the same caring way he does towards his son. He's changed in a better man, despite his appearance. But the first person Okuyasu told the good news to, was Keicho. He purposely went on his grave, because he knew his brother would have been proud.

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

You tell him the good news while he's working. Not only it'll make his day better, but it'll also hopefully get his mind off of that giant bunch of papers on his desk, for once. The capo suddenly stops, moving his gaze towards your eyes, then your stomach, then your eyes again. You'll have to repeat, or he'll be sure he's imagined what you said because of the too much time spent working. But there's no joke or dream, you're pregnant with twins.

Screw all the papers and all the work that's left. He's gonna get you in a so tight and warm embrace of his, and never let go. Libeccio's for dinner that night? Guaranteed. He's usually a calm man, but whatever is related to his family, gets celebrated. When you announced your pregnancy, you had a dinner with the whole gang at the restaurant, but this time Bruno would rather have something more personal and private with you. Make the dinner romantic.

When you were still trying to have a baby, Bucciarati was the one who managed not to lost his temper when every attempt of yours resulted in a negative pregnancy test. But when you weren't around, I won't say he cried, but was pretty close. He was afraid of not being able to give you what you wanted, and usually ranted about this with Abbacchio. Bruno wanted to be the shoulder you could cry on, and couldn't breakdown too.

You both decided to wait some time before telling the gang about the baby being in reality two babies. They were still excited for your pregnancy itself, Mista and Narancia above everyone, and giving another shocking news would have probably brought the peace to say arrivederci. They still managed to get you confess, the look in Bruno's expressive eyes was too happy not to notice.

Just like Giorno would do, Bruno wouldn't be happy if his two angels ended up being involved in Passione's business. He totally will let the gang around his babies, as he trusts them, but during your pregnancy you both decided that the one of you taking care of the babies on a certain day, wouldn't even think of getting close to Passione's headquarters with the children. And you agreed with Bucciarati, for your little ones' safety.

"You'll agree with me that our children's safety is the most important thing, tesoro mio..." Bruno murmured, caressing your cheek. "Let's not bring them close to this place ever, I beg you. I'm sure you'll understand."

He would enjoy talking and interacting with his babies by laying his head on your stomach, kissing it and listening to them moving in the last weeks of your pregnancy. Sticky Fingers is in love with you too, and Bruno won't ever lose the chance to close you in a cuddle sandwich between his body and his stand's to make you feel protected and let you know how proud of you he is. Bucciarati will be a special dad, indeed.

[king-litchi]

Picture source : @Mnine5 (Meijo) in Twitter

Note : actually, it’s not a request but I was bored and I wondered « what kind of person would the SNK characters on the social medias be » - soo here we go

Sorry for my english…I am french and I still learning - please forgive me and protect your eyes 🤧

Warning : (12+) social media can be dangerous

SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN ON SOCIAL MEDIA 💥

Eren

Instagram : friends, family, abs, outfits, travel….king of instagram, super popular on instagram, everyone follow him but he only follows his friends and instagram he finds interesting, over time it has become an influence, Eren has like a million followers on Insta @IamErenJaeger

Snapchat :  « who has a netflix account ? » in story, selfies with friends at all kinds of events, often takes pictures of Mikasa and Armin by surprise, never puts a filter on for him or for the people he snaps, everyone can watch his story and comment (public baby), already received nudes… @ErenJaegeeer

Whatsapp : he is in all group discussions but rarely answers, when he answers it is surely because the conversation becomes funny or because they talk about Jean and then it degenerates (when too far between Eren and Jean everyone leaves the group and they end up « wait…everyone is gone…? ») and a new groupe is created but the fight starts again (others are like « here we go again » )

Twitter :  can easily get upset in a debate, is not afraid to say what he thinks, it is blocked by a lot of people (please take away his twitter), has a large fanbase : Jaegerist (@CaptainFlochForster is the leader fanbase…best to avoid them.) it’s very simple : either you’re wrong or you’re not right @ErenJaeger

Tumblr :  He is not really known on tumblr, follow only his friends and is followed only by his friends. Does a lot of reblog tumblr he likes and post a lot kind of sick jokes like « What is the only dog you can eat? - A Hot Dog » (20 followers…)

Armin

Instagram : sharing photos of his travels around the world, a lot of ocean scenery, monuments like the Eifel Tower, does not put a photo of him or his friends, his instagram is public to share his beautiful photos with the world  (2,5K followers) @ArminVibe

Twitter : Sharing conspiracy theories with other twittos, if by misfortune a conspiracy ends up in TT you can be sure that it will tweet all evening, twitter reveals its dark side, It can deal with all subjects and he’s gonna take his time to make you understand that you’re WRONG @ArminArlett

Snapchat : he doesn’t know why he has a snapchat, if you send him a snap photo he will just look without answering but if you start a discussion he will probably lose your message if you have not recorded (his fault, but he really does not do it on purpose, he does not really drag on this social media)

Whatsapp : quite active on whatsapp, in groups it is the one that stays the longest active, uses a correct grammar, always has time for someone who needs to talk (a colossal heart…)

Tumblr : very popular on tumblr with his famous landscape photos, he also likes to share theories with whoever wants it, has created a discussion group of which Erwin and Hanji are part (these three are often found in several discussion groups…), is subscribed to Annie

Mikasa

Instagram : her account is private (like most of his social medias) if she does not know you be sure that she will never accept a subscription request (and she receives a lot of subscription requests), sometimes post photos of Eren and her, sometimes with Armin and a picture with the whole group together, has maximum 5 publications and has maximum 100 subscriptions and she subscribes to only 25 people (who are they?) and her favorite girl’s band @MikasaAckerman

Twitter : is fan of girl’s band, a twitter just to follow their news, she has already been on top tweet (never knew why and honestly she doesn’t care), her account is totally private but she receives a lot of follow requests (she declines) @MikasaAckerman

Snapchat : does not do a lot of selfie but she likes cute filters, often does black snap with dark quotes « the sun always shines after a dark night » , tends to reply 2 days after being sent a snap (🤡) yet she makes the flames with Eren (already 834 flames) so she just ignores snaps

Whatsapp : she is in full of group discussions, but always reads without answering (”Read”), she often ends up leaving the discussion groups (but there is always someone to add her to the group, often Sasha)

Tumblr : has a fake account, by the way she is super popular, she posts her covers of her favorite songs @Mikasong (fucking great voice), already has a small community

Reiner

Instagram : is totally subscribed to Emily Ratajkowski (but who is not?), was the first happy to know that the likes are hidden, kind to like a lot of ass and body fitness (…<.<) it’s sure Historia blocked him (probably deserved) @ReinerBraun

Twitter : profile photo of a football player, often mentions his friends, and ALWAYS mentions Conny for challenges « Dare or not to ring your neighbor’s door at 3:00am and ask him for sugar », the kind to tweets like « Nicki Minaj or Cardi b ? » @ReinerTheBigBrother

Snapchat : You see this guy who makes a lot of views on snap and who everyone asks for publicity? Yes, it’s Reiner. Become master of the screenshot (already found himself in a complicated situation because of it…this awkward moment where you catch something you shouldn’t capture…), also receives nudes (btw 🤡) he never watches stories @ReineerGg

Whatsapp : he often ends up being ejected from discussion groups for his dubious humour and is often the victim of Ymir’s blackmail (screenshots can be fatal…)

Tumblr : he doesn’t even know what it’s for

Bertholdt

Instagram : has two instagram accounts, the first is his real account, he only follows his friends and is only followed by his friends and the second is a (secret) fan account on Annie Leonhart @fannie-kickass

Snapchat : goes selfie on occasions like birthdays (party) or when he is with friends, likes animal filters, snap everyone and without warning, during the evenings with friends he often finds himself in the snap of everyone without his knowledge and discovers him the next day (sleeper pose) @Berth5

Whatsapp : the kind of person to share a lot of petitions like « Hi, Nolan still needs 300,000 signatures to be able to convince his parents to buy him ps5 » (he can’t refuse to share when asked…colossal heart - like Armin <.<), calm in group discussions (is not the type to get involved in an argument, always remains neutral when the situation degenerates), he often speaks with Reiner privately and gives him advice on how to approach Annie - but by the time he decided to send a message to Annie, she had already deleted the application… (legend says he’s still waiting for an answer)

Twitter : if you identify him in a tweet, it will probably not read it but will still like it (why not), he does definitely part of the commentators of entertainment shows or sports matches @Bertholdt

Tumblr : hesitates to create a tumblr but does not really know what he could talk about

Annie

Instagram : shares his training and does not hesitate to make demonstrations of his techniques, is quite popular on instagram, to a lot of publication, post a photo with his father just after each victory with a caption « It is God who gives » ; already has a good community (320K followers), account is certified

Snapchat : never goes on his account, totally professional use, it is his father who manages his snapchat to post in story the videos her training and his official matches with the caption « Little Rocky 🔥 »

Whatsapp : it ended up deleting the app because too much discussion that ends in spam (it will be for a next time Berth)

Tumblr : her little cocoon where she can be herself, the only social media that has her interest, her tumblr is dedicated to the cat, she is a fan @Kitty-Catnnie , the only person in the group to know her tumblr is Armin with whom she sometimes chat

Twitter : She is still on top tweet despite her « Mikasa vs Annie, who wins ??? », she never tweet but retweet a lot of things especially those of Conny, it happens to like the tweets of commentator Jean

Jean

Instagram : if you want to see his account you must first subscribe, generally accept all requests, send quite a lot of DM like « you wouldn’t have a bandage because I hurt myself by falling in love with you » sometimes succeeds other times it ends blocked ( or screenshots that end up on Twitter) @JeanOfficiel

Snapchat : He was blocked by Mikasa and Eren (not for the same reasons), made the flames with everyone (but the most with Marco), has already tried to snap Mikasa in secret (it is caught in the act), loves selfies @Ihateeren

Whatsapp : the kind who doesn’t look to whom he sends a message and always has the wrong discussion, so becomes panicked « DONT READ!!! » accidentally already sent a nude in a group discussion (unfortunately screenshots have been made) Eren laughed about this story for several months like « How is Jeanbo doing ? He’s grown up since last time? » (he doesn’t talk about Jean…you know…)

Tumblr : he created a popular mini series on tumblr « You prefer…? » and also « If you were… » (the concept is very cool and we can do it with all the subjects), made a lot reblog, reblog ALL covers of Mikasa

Twitter : has been blocked by half of the tweetos sphere after several heated debates, is one of the people who comment on the shows mainly reality TV (he does it with passion) « SANDRA LEAVES WITH ANTONIO W/O MONEY !!!! IT’S A FUCKIIIING JOKE ?????!!!!! #TheVillaOfBrokenHeart2 » or « I’m the only one who hates Mike ? #MonacoShore » , it’s that kind of tweet that Annie likes) @JeanKirschtein

Marco

Instagram : accepts only requests from friends, his account is private, sharing small moments of his life with friends and families, use many hashtag like #AllThatGlittersIsNotGoldEvenJean (but nobody understands what he means)

Snapchat : often comments his friends’ stories, is the kind to come talk to you if you put a dark snap like « cruel world »

Whatsapp : often receives private messages like « Marco, are you there? » it always ends in long discussions (« The confidant ») he knows how to find the right words, it is active and always “available” if someone needs it

Twitter : always makes Jean’s defense on twitter, the kind of person to be part of a fanbase (like HarryPotter), uses hastag LGBT+

Tumblr : super popular on tumblr, he makes headcanons and screenplays of his favorite books, series and movies, has a preference for Yaoi but he can make any request (2K followers) @HalfMan

Conny

Instagram : very very popular on instagram thanks to his account with Sacha where they share their farce and does not hesitate to challenge, they post the pranks they make to their friends (1M followers) they are not yet certified @TwoDummies , he has a second private account :  with just family and friends (arround 55 followers) @hismotherson

Snapchat : the kind of person who does a snap at 2H00 of the mat « who for the flames », has a lot of snap discussions, always makes stories that ends badly like « I’m going to ride a bike » and in his last snap he ends up in emergency… (true story)

Whatsapp : has an unimaginable number of “caption this” for ALL situations, it sometimes created discussion groups (it’s just that it prepares a stupidity) otherwise is not super active but will always answer if it has a message

Twitter : clash with everyone « Your mother was pregnant for 9 months of your big head but you can’t stand a joke ? SHAME » (blocked), king of challenges, makes all the challenges where it is mentioned, retweet all the « Dare or not… » of Reiner, uses a lot of abbreviation, he invented a lot of hastag like #AlphaLevi and people have fun with his hastag

Tumblr : his more than empty tumblr, has no profile photo, and compulsive liker, it’s literally a fake account for liking funny things @JustConny

Sasha

Instagram : receives many comments under the photos of his joint account with Conny like « POTAETOS GIRL WE LOVE U » and « POTAETOS POWER », often pranks and ends up in the account, has a second private instafood account and also post photos with Nikolo @MadamePatate

Snapchat : oh my dear, he gets into a lot of trouble (funny drama) so stay connected for his “Storytime” evenings (we often hear Ymir commenting in the background with sarcasm and Conny’s laugh)

Whatsapp : the kind of person to send in a « bbiad » discussion (I’ll be back in a bit) and never come back in the discussion, written in abbreviation, loves group conversations

Twitter : has disabled twitter because of a "caption” that Conny posted on it (potaetos girl exists thanks to a tweet) but there reactivated a week later, tweets like a dramaqueen « WHAAAAT @netflix SEASON TWO IS COMING OUT TOMORROW BUT NOT TODAY  ???? WHYYYYYYYYY ! I’m never gonna be able to wait till tomorrow to eat my popcorns frkrkellelrlrl BUY ME POPCORNS NETFLIX BUUUY », has already been on top tweet #potatoesgirl

Tumblr : victim of her reputation even on tumblr, reblog a lot of post food and potential future challenges from Conny, often finds “caption this” with her face and always reacts with a more than dramatic surprise « SHIT AGAIN ??! »

Historia

Instagram : receives a lot of DM from people she doesn’t know, never accept them, like all the photos of her friends, you can see her insta only if you subscribe…(15K followers) @RealHistoria

Snapchat : renames all her friends by cute nicknames, the kind that snaps the place where she is or her food with a « have a nice day », queen of selfie, likes the filters

Whatsapp : uses a lot of emoji, hearts have become a punctuation, in group discussions she often comments « Ymir !! » after a sarcastic comment, tries to temper when the situation becomes too stormy

Twitter : avoids twitter like the plague, has disabled her account, reactivates it on occasions before losing interest once again, in fact her account is a fake where she is named @christaLenz

Tumblr : pretty active, committed LGBT+ activist, reblog testimonials, lots of likes, reblog Mikasa covers a.k.a Mikasong

Ymir

Instagram : a lot of photos of Historia (it looks like a fan account), often comments the photos of her friends (unfortunately for them) @Ymir

Snapchat : a lot of selfie with Historia, if a fight or something awkward happens in front of her she will be the first to make a snap (and no scruple to put it in her story), if Reiner is the King of awkward screenshots then she is the Queen for INTENTIONAL screenshots, her memories are filled with compromising photos on EVERYONE

Whatsapp : Do you remember the screenshots on snap? Well it is on Whatsapp that they find their usefulness. Can send them to a discussion group as if nothing had happened but her specialty is a service for her silence (yes blackmail) it’s never anything bad, but enough to piss off the victim (who is often Reiner)

Tumblr : forgot her password and honestly she doesn’t want to find it, why did she tumblr ?

Twitter : she is often upset about debates, often sarcastic in her retweets, « Caption This », always the last word, she is very popular on Twitter, she’s already been on top tweet (because a drama with her identity) @LadyYmir

Levi

Instagram : does not really look at his newsline, Instagram in black and white and very orderly (#GrandArt), his account is public but no one can comment on his photos @LeviAckerman

Snapchat : a block Hanji (too many snap video that turned into spam), to rename all his contacts by nicknames like « Brat Number one », « Brat Number 2 » (etc.) and Zeke « shithead » nothing abnormal, It has already posted a snap of his head in front camera (had not done it on purpose) deleted after realizing…(especially after receiving plenty of notifications), he and Zeke attack each other by proxy story (no one understands…but it’s funny to read)

Whatsapp : is always “offline” or “busy” but will always respond if sent a message, probably blocked Zeke on all social medias

Tumblr : shares his passion for tea and cleanliness, loves the healthy atmosphere of tumblr, has quite a fan, reblog and subscribes to Armin @TeaWithLevi

Twitter : Tweet by accident (in the pocket >.<) like « jf’dyt’rimsjrdy’yfgi » but other thant he almost never tweets, but when he does it is to complain or creepy « today I learned that a lollipop breaks easily like the legs of a clown » (…we don’t want understand), he’s already been on top tweet with the #AlphaLevi like « #AlphaLevi can surround his ennemies. Alone. » ; « #AlphaLevi makes the onions cry » ; « #AlphaLevi can go up downstairs » (we thank Conny for this hashtag) @LeviAckerman

Hanji

Instagram : honestly if you want to do a search on someone you have to check with Hanji, FBI of the net (”the stalker”), its account is public : post photos with Levi (who has to be taken by surprise) mentions everyone on its posts, photo with Moblit during their experiences (like “Break”), its instagram looks cool @OfficerZoe

Snapchat : snap often its scientific experiments (and other) and we always hear Moblit screaming in the background « Hanji-san! Back ! » , they like to comment on the stories of Levi and Zeke, already tried to make the flames with Levi and Erwin (tried without success)

Whatsapp : spends its time doing focus groups before it degenerates, its favorite pairs are Eren/ Jean and Levi/ Zeke but never has a battery

Tumblr : strangely its tumblr is very serious, they share its hypotheses and theories on scientific subjects, they talk about its experiences and future scientific experiments, they post the results of its research, has its own focus group (Erwin is one of them) @DrHZoe

Twitter : @Dr.troublegirl everything is in the pseudo, will accumulate and then become spectator of a massacre, his catchphrase is « you’re implying… »

Erwin

Instagram : it is very orderly and pleasant to look at, post works of art that crosses his path, does not often check his actuality but when he does it everyone is happy…(always the little comment that makes a good mood and a little like)

Snapchat : his story is public but only his “friends” can comment, snap his visits to the museum and snap a lot the streetart but is not really active when he makes “snap discussion” @Eyebrow (account created by Hanji…)

Whatsapp : uses impeccable punctuation and grammar, often discusses with Armin on intellectual topics and confronts their assumption he is the only one who is not part of a discussion group with ALL the characters (just a few groups like Hanji/Levi/Mike), from time to time he receives family photos of Niail and talks about old times

Twitter : activist totally committed to good causes ( #blacklivesmatter) (#justicepourAdama ), retweet the political news, has already tweeted with the #AlphaLevi @ErwinSmitt

Tumblr : pretty active, post on subjects that fascinate him (like history), his tumblr is very interesting and orderly, proposes developed theories and some people (students like Conny) go there to find answers to their homework… @Sasageyo

Zeke / Sieg

Instagram : created an insta to talk with Eren but he got blocked after commenting on one of his photos « Beautiful sweetren, you grow up day by day, signed your beloved brother » didn’t understand why he couldn’t see his instagram after that ; his instagram is very neat : instafood & instabook but doesn’t have many followers because his instagram account is private (like 150 follower) @ZekeJaerger

Snapchat : made stories to address to Eren instead of sending him directly in private (didn’t really understand the concept) that’s how to start the attacks between him and Levi, Eren ended up deleting the app to him

Whatsapp : uses impeccable grammar (also blocked Livai on all its social medias), tends to read without answering « Read since two days »

Twitter :  tweets like « I am now on twitter. » or  « Good Morning Twitter. » and lots of  « Join me on Candy Crush » , he also likes to comment on his favorite culinary shows with a lot hastag, honestly he is one of the people who blocked Eren on Twitter but does not really assume it  « What ? Weird…I must have hit the wrong button… » yes of course… @ZekeJaeger

Tumblr : reblog Erwin’s posts which he finds very interesting, to himself his own theories which he confronts with Erwin in discussion groups, is part of a quite popular team on tumblr “GenshiKyojin”, (with leader Eren Kruger) #uses #too #much #hastag (#like #me) @KemenoNoKyojin

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Fic: shatter every window ‘til it’s all blown away

Carlos visits family in San Antonio while TK faces multiple storms in Austin.

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Missing moments from 1x04. 

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definitely just saw like 7 tornadoes

wtf

why exactly does this state want to kill me?

Carlos is sitting on his mother’s couch in San Antonio when he gets TK’s texts. It’s the first time he’s heard from the guy in a couple of days, since he left him on his front porch after their date. The silence hasn’t been terrible, if Carlos is being honest with himself. Sure, TK continues to take up space in his head every moment of every day, but the space seems to be getting smaller, or at least less centralized. He thinks that must count for something.

He glances up at the TV across the room, watching the meteorologist report on the major storm system wreaking havoc on Texas. Outside, rain pelts the windows of his mom’s one-story house, thunder roaring as lightning flashes. They’re a little too far south to be facing any tornadoes, but based on what he’s seeing, he can only imagine what kind of chaos Austin is experiencing at the center of the system. 

Behind him, his mother and sisters flit around the kitchen preparing dinner, their conversation barely audible over the thunderstorm. He focuses on his phone again, thinking about how to respond.

Consider that a true Texas welcome?

Are you somewhere safe?

Carlos bites his bottom lip, watching as three dots appear at the bottom of his screen. He assumes that if TK is texting him he’s probably okay, but he’s sure this is the firefighter’s first tornado, so it doesn’t hurt to check. TK has been known to chase danger before.

yeah I’m at work

cowboy judd has us hunkered down until it clears

wbu?

Carlos looks back towards the TV, staring at the map that has taken over the screen. He sees numerous watches and warnings across the state, with a large concentration around Austin. The damage in certain areas is going to be catastrophic.

I’m in San Antonio, we’re just getting heavy rain here 

There’s a pause following his text, long enough that he sets his phone down next to him, leaning forward on the couch to rub his temples. He’s already imagining the crazy workload awaiting him when he returns to town, not to mention all the loss. His heart clenches in his chest, knowing that it’s going to be a long road to recovery for his city.

His phone buzzes next to him.

I didn’t know you were out of town

but I’m glad you’re out of the worst of it

Carlos is already typing a response when another text comes through.

when are you back?

Carlos blinks, forcing himself not to read anything into TK’s messages. They’re friends now, or trying to be, and it’s super normal to ask these kinds of questions. TK’s just being curious, nothing more.

Tomorrow night, I’m working Monday

Just visiting family for a few days, it’s my sister’s birthday

He wonders if he needed to share that last bit. TK hadn’t asked for it, and he probably won’t care what reason he has for being out of town. Carlos sighs, wondering why he feels like he has to overthink every interaction with this man.

tell her happy birthday!

Judd says we’re probably going to lose service soon, it’s getting worse around the station

I’ll text you back when I can

Carlos sends a message telling him to be safe before tossing his phone to the other end of the couch, knowing that if he holds onto it he won’t do anything else until he hears from TK again. His mother finds him a few moments later, biting his fingernails as he stares at the continuous weather report. She runs her fingers through his curls, a surefire way to soothe him.

“I’m so glad you’re here and not in the middle of all of that, mijo,” she says, and he glances up to find her watching the report as well, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are all of your friends safe?” she asks, looking down at him. He nods, his eyes closing as he feels her gentle touch on his scalp. He can feel anxiety rolling off of him in waves. “That’s good,” she says, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Come help in the kitchen, nene. You need a distraction.”

Her voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. With a sigh, he pulls himself up from the couch, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they head into the other room, his phone left behind.

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He’s only about 20 minutes from Austin when his phone rings, the sound cutting through the music blasting in his car. Carlos glances over at his phone where it’s mounted on the dashboard, surprised to see TK’s name on his screen.

The firefighter had texted him once the storms had cleared, letting him know that everyone was safe and the station was still standing. Carlos wished him luck as the 126 headed out into the wreckage, honestly not expecting to hear from TK again before they saw each other at work. 

He reaches out, swiping his finger across the screen to answer the unexpected call. 

“TK?”

There’s a moment of silence before Carlos hears the other man take a deep breath, the sound traveling clearly through his car’s speakers. 

“Hey, Carlos.”

Carlos feels his heart drop down into his stomach at the weak, broken tone of TK’s voice. His mind races with worst-case scenarios, wondering what could’ve possibly happened during his shift.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, trying to keep his voice calm. An image of a battered and bruised TK curled over his desk flashes through his mind, and he presses a little harder on the accelerator, wondering how quickly he can get back home.

“Not exactly. I just…”

TK trails off, hesitating, and Carlos rolls his eyes, frustrated that this conversation is happening over the phone and not in-person. He feels so helpless from so far away.

“Just talk to me, TK. I’m listening.”

There’s another pause, and Carlos swears that he’s about to scream in frustration. He has no idea what’s going on with TK right now, but in the entire time that he’s known him, he’s never heard the other man sound this shattered. Every heavy breath that Carlos hears through the phone feels like a punch straight to his chest.

“We lost someone on a call today,” TK starts, his voice blank. “A dad who wouldn’t let us treat him until we saved his kids. They were trapped in the house.”

Carlos bites his lip, his hands gripping tightly to the steering wheel as his eyes fill with tears. He knows what it’s like to have someone die in front of him, to feel like all he did was stand by and watch it happen. Those are the days where he feels completely useless, like there’s no point in him wearing the badge at all. He knows it’s impossible to save everyone all the time, but he can’t imagine not doing everything in his power to try.

“We got the kids out,” TK continues. “They all reunited, and then he just collapsed. Right in front of all of us. It felt so sudden, and there was n-nothing we c-could do.”

Carlos is shocked by the sound of TK crying over the phone, his breath stuttering over the last few words. He feels a tear of his own fall onto his cheek, his bottom lip quivering at the pain in the other man’s voice. 

Doing what they do isn’t easy. It’s process and procedure and protocol. It’s assessing the situation, finding those who need the most help. It’s quick and sometimes callous, but it’s what they have to do, to be of any real use. It’s tunnel vision and quickest actions, all in the name of saving as many people as they can.

And it always hurts, when someone slips through the cracks; when someone’s pain goes undiscovered until it’s too late. Every time, it makes Carlos want to throw away the rule book, rethink the system, figure out how to make it better. He just wants to save everyone.

“I’m so sorry, Ty,” he says, the nickname slipping through for the first time. He tries to keep his voice calm and clear, for TK’s sake.

The other man doesn’t respond, but Carlos can hear him crying through the phone, quiet sobs rolling through the speakers. He’s just about to speak up, say something else, maybe offer a distraction, when TK’s voice cuts through.

“My dad has cancer,” he whispers, and of all the things that Carlos thought he might say, that revelation had not been anywhere on the list.

“What?” Carlos asks, the single syllable rattling through the air before he can stop it, his heart caught in a vice-like grip of terror for TK. 

The man has already faced so much. 

“I found some pills in his desk,” TK explains. “They’re prescribed for chemo patients.”

“Fuck, TK,” Carlos whispers, running his fingers through his curls as he takes his exit off I-35. “I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah,” TK says, letting out a breath. He doesn’t say anything else.

“Where are you right now?” Carlos asks, a new fear running through him. 

“Home.”

“Is anyone with you?” 

“No.”

“Do you need someone?” Carlos asks, making a decisive turn towards TK’s house. Just in case. 

“I don’t know,” TK says weakly. “I… I don’t know, Carlos.”

“What are you thinking?” Carlos asks, trying to figure out TK’s state-of-mind. He seems a little all-over-the-place, and Carlos doesn’t even know where to begin. 

“I can’t lose him, Carlos,” TK responds, and Carlos can hear the sob in the back of his throat. “He’s all I have here, I can’t lose him. I’m looking around and he��s everywhere and I can’t escape him or, or this image of him just collapsing right in front of me, without warning. Just like that dad did today. What if that had been my dad, and I missed it because I wasn’t paying attention? Because I was focused on everything else and not on the person who was really dying?”

Carlos makes another turn. “I understand that, TK, but it’s not going to happen, okay? It’s not. You know now, and nothing happened to your dad. I know it’s hard, but you can’t get trapped in the ‘what-ifs,’ you’ll drive yourself crazy,” he says, trying to be as soothing as possible.

“I don’t have anywhere to go that isn’t connected to him,” TK continues, “but I also don’t want to leave, because something could happen when I’m not here. I don’t know what to do, and I just keep pacing around the house.”

“Would it…” Carlos hesitates, wondering if he should even offer. “Would it help to have someone there with you, while you wait for him?” 

“I…” TK starts, his voice cutting out. “I thought you were in San Antonio?”

“I just got back, I could be at your place in 10, if you want,” Carlos tells him, already mentally mapping the drive. He turns left, getting closer.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am,” Carlos states, his voice firm. “‘Not running away,’ remember?”

There’s a heavy silence following the reminder of their last face-to-face conversation. Carlos pulls up to a stop sign, holding his breath as he waits for TK to make a decision. 

“Thank you, Carlos,” he finally says, and Carlos wonders if he’s imagining the lighter tone in his voice.

“I’m only a few minutes away, okay? Do you want to stay on the call?”

“Do you mind?”

“No, not at all,” Carlos says, his heart feeling a little bit lighter as TK voice strengthens on the other end of the line.

“How was your sister’s birthday?” TK asks suddenly, and Carlos hears the clear request for a distraction; one that he’s more than happy to provide.

He’s in the middle of sharing how he helped his mom with the cake when he knocks on the door to the Strand household. Seconds later, TK throws open the door, his eyes red and glassy as he drops his phone and pulls Carlos towards him. He wraps his arms around TK’s frame, pressing him against his chest as they stand in the doorway, letting TK’s tears soak the t-shirt he’s wearing as he gently strokes his back.

There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. There’s just a desire to support and comfort and protect.

He can’t imagine being anywhere else.