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midniqhtt · 1 year ago

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miscellaneous character fic recs

masterlist

arthur morgan

doctor who

eric aqpdo

narnia

tommy miller

harvey specter

𑣲 best life I @targaryenluvs

you’d once been apart of the bau team, but after a situation and a falling out with your boyfriend you moved on. what happens when the bau needs your help on a case, which your boyfriend harvey is also assisting on?

𑣲 request I @youvebeenlivingfictional

𑣲 bad faith part 2 I @/youvebeenlivingfictional

There were so many resources about Steven Hayward from the last decade—interviews, profiles, filings. In all of them, Steven came off as a self-assured, cocky, pompous asshat, but a decent strategist. Those same profiles had described Mrs. Hayward as the trophy wife, the little woman behind the man, tending to the arrangements for their multi-million, 3,000 square foot penthouse overlooking Central Park. For as much as Harvey had forced himself to forget about her, he couldn’t forget her spirit, her determination, her desire to build a life, not to be handed one. None of the credit was given to her. None of the glory, none of the acknowledgement of what Harvey was certain were her blood, sweat and tears in that man’s holdings.

𑣲 secret relationship I @/youvebeenlivingfictional

𑣲 discreet not detached I @thestarrynightslover

Mike goes to Harvey's apartment to deliver some files only to be proved wrong about his boss being a lonely workaholic.

jim halpert

𑣲 escaping unwanted situations I @serenefreakgeekao3

Jim is sent on a business meeting along with a few other prospective candidates for Vice President. When everything begins to spiral out of control, Jim doesn’t know who to turn to next

𑣲 the paper salesman I @chloeangelic

You spot your childhood crush at a birthday party and end up in his room together.

𑣲 a people pleaser I @floraltypes

jim is known to be likable, so the one person he really has grown to enjoy seemingly not liking him, is very frustrating

𑣲 newbie I @venusjaynie

You're the newest employee, and also happen to be Dwight's sister. Jim doesn't realise how different Dwight and you are at first, but after being desk-mates for a whole day, he gets well-acquainted with you and is pleasantly surprised to learn that you're very different from your brother.

𑣲 the list I @sporesmoldandfungi

eggsy unwin

𑣲 a little dream come true I @shieldedreams

eggsy remembers just how he met you–be it chance, be it fate–and remembering it every now and then brings a smile to his face (yours too)

𑣲 a bit of vodka don’t hurt nobody I @/shieldeddreams

in which you’re agent tequila’s sister, agent v… who eggsy’s smitten by the first encounter after being shot at with a tranquilizer.

𑣲 i’ll take care of you pt2 I @1-imaginary-girl

You’re driving home from work one night when you accidentally hit someone with your car. When you insist on helping them, you have no idea just who you’re getting involved with.

evan buckley

𑣲 hard times I @/targaryenluvs

Whilst waiting for his appointment, Evan abstains from sexual encounters. Which is a bit hard whilst simultaneously having a crush on the girl from the coffee shop.

soldier boy

𑣲 a small favor in return I @kaleldobrev

Finding out you’re dating Soldier Boy, your graduate school professor asks you for a small favor. When you tell Ben about it he agrees (much to your surprise) but the only way he’ll do it is if you do a small favor for him in return.

𑣲 when i wake up, where do you go I @anundyingfidelity

When Soldier Boy was taken away and Vought faked his death, he dreamt of you non-stop while with the reds. Now, decades later and back in the modern world, he just has one thing in mind: finding you.

𑣲 affection I @/anundyingfidelity

During a mission, Soldier Boy receives a hug from you unexpectedly. He likes it.

𑣲 a game of updog I @cainsau

Set in S3E7. The car ride to Mindstorm is too quiet for your liking. You decide to spice things up by trying out the updog trick on good ol' Soldier Boy.

𑣲 each man kills the thing he loves I @thesilmarillionblog

Even though you and Soldier Boy had a happy relationship for a year, Butcher and his team deceived him and sent him back to the lab, where he was tortured for decades in Russia. You decide to go there and save him, but things don't go the way you think.

homelander

𑣲 the bad room I @storiesforallfandoms

in which a ghost from his past returns when he needs her the most

riley poole

𑣲 a welcome distraction I @mypoisonedvine

having a girlfriend who can decode secret messages comes in handy when you're a treasure hunter; and having a clingy, needy treasure hunter boyfriend can be annoying when you're trying to decode something, but you find a way to compromise.

𑣲 request I @/mypoisonedvine

tristan thorn

𑣲 terrible tradition I @fandom-imagines-stories

In preparation for his third child, Tristan begins to worry about his family’s past and the kingdom’s tradition of choosing an heir. You try to ease his mind before the baby comes.

𑣲 the love that was all along I @websterss

what tristan expected to be a normal nightly visit to your bedroom, turns into one of questions and a burning desire to find out what you're keeping from him. There's just one problem, you won't tell him what's wrong.

colt seavers

𑣲 and…action? I @happy74827

In which a minor… stunt caused the meeting of the stuntman himself who always seemed too busy, too focused, and too far away

𑣲 colt comes to your rescue I @luveline

𑣲 stuntdriver!reader I @gcslingss

because of reasons like a tight schedule and an asshole director, when your stunt goes slightly askew, colt's the only one who comes to your rescue.

jess mariano

𑣲 motivation I @magewritesstories

Luke doesn’t understand where Jess’s sudden motivation to do well in school is coming from

fitzwilliam darcy

𑣲 tangled hearts I @justsomerandomfanfic

mike schmidt

𑣲 riding mikes face I @murdrdocs

the outsiders

𑣲 doctors note - soda pop I @ddejavvu

you stand soda up, accidentally

𑣲 one-shot - darrel curtis I @/ddejavvu

you offer darry some help around the house

𑣲 pregnant!reader -darrel curtis I @/ddejavvu

𑣲 request I @/ddejavvu

𑣲 dating darry curtis hc's I @anifever

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halflifebutawesome · 10 months ago

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BEHOLD! FOR THE SECOND TIME, THE GBVRAI LINEUP! now with another weird old dude!

waves my hands around vaguely I wanted to make a nicer looking lineup and more coherent post actually explaining the au. I've now made 2 gbvrai lineups but never a plain old hlvrai lineup. Whatever.

There's a complete AU explanation and individual character profiles (?) under the cut! check it out! ASK ME ABOUT IT !!! SMILES!!!!!

The basic gist of this au is that the science team, are a group of ghost hunting paranormal researchers. The Ghostbusters. You mightve heard of them. This isn't a 1 for 1 au where certain characters take the role of others, it's more just. What if the science team existed in the Ghostbusters universe. They're just the Ghostbusters now.

On a particularly odd case, they bust a ghost that seems... off. It's sentient, it's talking back, and it's psychokinetic energy is off the charts.

Thinking nothing of it, they return to the firehouse and prep the trap for containment disposal. Gordon's the new guy, so he's the unlucky dude who's been assigned the job of disposing of the traps. All the while the ghost will NOT shut up. It's weirdly powerful and seems mostly unbothered. It's name is Benry, and he's a little freak.

the ghost containment unit has been unstable for a while, overfilled with ghosts, but they have to dispose of Benry somehow, so they go ahead with it.

In this AU I'm kind of combining the Resonance Cascade with the Manhattan Crossrip (the Manhattan crossrip is the big scary ghost event that happens at the end of GB1). Basically what happens is that Benrys weirdly powerful ghostly energy, combined with an unstable ghost containment unit, tears a big rip in the fabric between the ghost realm and ours, letting all sorts of ghouls and specters free.

Imagine the Resonance Cascade, with all the aliens getting out and ravaging Black Mesa, but it's a bunch of ghosts getting out and ravaging New York. Gordon and the rest of the team have to fight their way through the ghost filled streets of NYC, and close the crossrip.

Heres some closeups and more individual info/thoughts for the gang!!

GORDON FREEMAN! The new guy. Again, this is less a direct 1 for 1 swap au kind of deal, and more just putting these guys in situations. Gordon's HEV suit, tho, I wanna talk about.

In Ghostbusters canon, they DO have a weird fucked up hazard suit. It first appears in the TRGB episode "Xmas Marks The Spot", where Egon uses it to travel into the ghost realm. I know it makes another appearance in the comics, in a way that's more HEV-esque, but I never finished the comics so idk. It's real tho.

I imagine here that the ghost containment unit is more like the reactor in half life, where it's hazardous to be around for too long, probably bcos of like. I don't know. Concentrated psychokinetic energy. Sure. In any case he needs to wear the HEV to use the containment unit.

My design here is taking the chest piece, helmet, gloves and belts and modifying them to look a little more HEV-esque.

Bennyyyy. Benrey benry beny. He's a ghost, as far as they can tell. It would be more appropriate to call him an entity of sorts.

He's not a ghost simply for the fact that he wasn't ever human. He wasn't ever a living person that died. He's some pure, really powerful, concentrate entity/being that leaked through from the ghost realm. He looks like. A guy, for the most part, but he's a mimic. Something pretending to be human. He's been around for a while, and has settled into this form. He's mostly corporeal, but can phase in and out as he pleases (noclipping) Switching from corporeal/incorporeal when it's funny.

He met Tommy when they were both a lot younger, Benry being fresh out of the ghost realm, and have been bestfriends ever since. ☝️ my au my weirdly specific tommybenny dynamic. Dw about it

TOMMY & SUNKIST!!!! Tommy has grown up around ghosts his whole life, and is pretty in-tune with them. This is proven with his bond to Sunkist, who's decidedly not a real dog, and his longtime friendship with Benry.

I gave him the goggles cos. Tommy's my fave and Ray's my fave and I think they're fun. Also cos if it WAS a 1 to 1 swap I would def have Tommy as Ray. Anyway. He's been a part of the Ghostbusters since he was little, like I said he grew up with them and around them. He's really knowledgeable about ghost types and physics. He knows all the ghost rules.

Sunkist isn't like. His dead childhood dog cos that seems. Kind of sad. Instead she's kind of a church Grimm or hell hound. An entity taking the form of a big huge dog that Tommy befriended when he was a kid, and has now kind of bonded to him. She's pretty corporeal as far as ghosts go, and can interact w the physical environment pretty well.

DARNOLD ^^ my friend darnold. Darnolds not usually super involved in the actual ghostbusting, and prefers to stay behind. He's more of the research and tech kind of guy, he studies the readings and takes measurements.

He's interested in psychokinetic energy and ghost residue and all sorts of like. Ghost sciences. Why some people stay behind, why some people just seem to die and disappear, the properties of the ghost realm and the ghosts themselves. Corporeality and degradation of personhood the longer someone's been a ghost.

When the Resonance Crossrip happens, he opts to stay behind and observe the effects of the insane amounts of ghost energy on the corporeal world.

Hes also a transfer over from the ghost engineers! That's a fun thing for me. I love the ghost engineers idc frozen empire gave me everything I wanted

FORZEN. Forzen is... the same thing as Benry. A mimic, something taking the form of a normal ghost to blend in or hide in plain sight.

He came through with the Resonance Crossrip, but obviously like. He knew Benry before (we WERE bestfriends..). He's not as powerful, which is why he wasn't able to sneak through when Benry did. He's also not super corporeal. He can only interact with the physical world if he's exerting a LOT of energy. Prone to flickering in and out of vision.

Upon coming thru the Crossrip, he kind of just. Decided to hang around the firehouse. Didn't wanna go much further, for fear of being ghostbusted and sent back into the containment unit. The source is the last place they'd look for him!

Darnold, who's holed up in the firehouse, is more than delighted to meet a ghost who's sentient and willing to cooperate to do some tests and experimentation to get never before documented results. They bond and they're cutesit. ☝️ DARZEN WIN. hi splash 👋

Dr Coomer and Dr Bubby are two of the three original founders of the Ghostbusters! They've been around for a looooong time. They're also married obviously but that's like a given.

They helped found the Ghostbusters, having met in college while both were studying parapsychology. I imagine their like. Parapsychology -> Ghostbusters pipeline was very in line with how GB1 starts, where they used to work in an academic environment before getting kicked out and founding the GB.

They're also both. Psychic. Because frozen empire has once again given me everything. Coomers got some like. Idk something that lines up with his self awareness in HLVRAI, maybe prophecy? Vauge visions of the future? Bubby has pyrokinesis. Duh.

and... Mr. Coolatta..... Tommy's dad...he was one of the founders along w Coomer and Bubby and at some point he. Died. And is now a reeeally really powerful ghost. maybe from the exposure to ghost energy or smth?

Now hes got gman powers and just kinda hangs around. Pretty corporeal and solid and. Present. For lack of a better word. But he IS a dead guy. Used to be human.

This is why Tommy kind of grew up around ghosts and knows alot about them :) Mr Coolatta is pretty benevolent, and mostly just kind of spooky and fucked up.

And that's. About it? I believe?? PLEAAASE ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS I have so many thoughts. I've been working on this for like 2 months now. Lol.

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sad-girl-hours23 · 4 months ago

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I Know The Last Page So Well, I Can't Read The First

For the @tevanadvent2024 Day One: Beginnings

Pairing: Buck/Tommy

Rating: G

I’m so sick of endings.

Lately, Tommy’s life has been nothing but endings.

First, his relationship with Evan. (Tommy’s not the forever guy, he knows that story all too well).

Then, his favorite show on Netflix was cancelled. Again. Why he bothers to get invested anymore is beyond him.

He nearly cried in the middle of a Baskin-Robbins when he found out his favorite flavor of ice cream had been put in the deep freeze. The girl behind the counter looked far too concerned for his well-being.

It was a sad state of affairs.

He heard from Lucy that Eddie’s moving to Texas. It stings, even if he’d all but left their friendship in limbo these past few months.

And then…his dad. Tommy’s never experienced a loss so fraught with complications and contradictions.

It’s his last day of bereavement leave and he’s eating alone at his favorite restaurant, alongside what feels like half of Los Angeles. He’s tucked away in a booth far larger than is appropriate for his sad reservation of one, but with the specters of his past, he’s not alone.

He’s picking at mushrooms on his pizza when somebody slides into the booth.

He wonders briefly if this marks the ending of his sanity.

As if the sheer power of his wanting has conjured an apparition of the man he loves.

Evan doesn’t stop sliding until their sides are pressed together. He’s here; real, and warm, beside him.

“Evan, what are you —”

Evan ducks his head. “I heard about your dad. I’m sorry.”

Tommy nods. “Thank you. I assume Lucy told you.”

“Yeah, but I wish you had.”

“I didn’t think, I mean, I don’t get to —”

Evan places his hand over Tommy’s. “But you do, Tommy. I would have been there for you. You still don’t get it do you?”

Tommy tries to suppress the embers of hope burning within him, they’ll only end in smoke and ash. “Get what?”

“I —” Evan’s phone chimes with a text and he looks towards the main room. “Look…can we talk later?”

Tommy hesitates. He should make a clean break, he knows. He won’t have the strength to walk away a second time. He forces a smile. “Of course. I’m sure you have someone to get back to. You shouldn’t waste your time with me and my misery.”

“Well you know what they say about misery.”

Before Tommy can reply, Eddie’s sliding into the booth on his other side, followed by Howie, Hen, and Bobby.

“What —”

Tears well up in his eyes as Hen takes his hand in hers. He can’t find it in him to be ashamed when he sobs as Eddie puts his arm around his shoulders and squeezes, says, “we got you, man.”

Howie grins. “Bet no one was expecting dinner and a show.”

“Chim,” the rest of them groan. Tommy just laughs. He’s missed this, missed them. He’s missed the person he is with them.

They all express their condolences and catch him up on their lives when he asks, as if no time has passed at all.

He finds out Evan’s been baking, and knows they have so much to unpack when they’re finally alone.

Evan lays his head on Tommy’s shoulder. It shouldn’t be this easy, he thinks.

He half expects Bobby or Hen to yell at him, to make him face the mess he’s made of his and Evan’s lives. He almost wants them to. But when he dares to look, they’re both smiling. It cracks his heart right down the middle.

He’s starting to think he doesn’t know this story half as well as he thought.

And Tommy, he’s so tired of endings, and so skeptical of beginnings, and so very terrified of the feelings starting to form in his chest. Everything ends. But if this is the middle of his story, if the bulk of his life’s pages get to be like this, it will have been worthwhile.

Also on AO3

#bucktommyadventcalendar #tevanadvent calendar #so i guess i'm doing this *runs and hides*#started this days ago and couldn't decide what it was going to be but “beginnings” was the perfect push I needed #bucktommy #bucktommy fic #sad-girl-hours23 does tevanadvent2024

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kira-anon-uwu · 1 year ago

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TS! How did Tommy discover his powers?

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Tommy Specter Master Post

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imagine dozing off in detention and your head goes through the fucking desk LMAO

also yes that is Sam at the top there, he has been kin assigned English Teacher here is the poster behind him

#mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt comic #interactive comic #interactive fanfiction #interactive story #tommyinnit #awesamdude #tommy specter #mcyt au

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zablife · 4 months ago

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Tommy's Scent

Tommy Shelby x nun!reader

A/N: The scent of smoke in the air, requested by @cillmequick and @peakyswritings. Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge.

Warnings: predatory behavior, unwanted advances, brief mention of assault Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!

There was something about the earthy, spiced blend of smoke that would always be central to your memory of St. Hilda's. Arriving as a novice, the scent haunted your waking hours as it seemed to follow you through every corridor, never fully dissipating. The unique smell seeped from the banisters and books alike as though some specter lingered in every corner watching you.

The more it clung to you, the greater the weight on your mind until you could think of nothing else. Determined to banish the distraction, you took it upon yourself to air the classrooms every morning. However, breathing in lungfuls of soot and smoke from the nearby factories hardly seemed like a solution. The combination of smells gave you a nauseous headache which frequently made you ill.

By the end of your first month at the orphanage, your hands were already becoming red and chapped from the frequent, thorough scrubbing of your habit and stockings. At the end of your third, they were raw and bloodied. However, your nightly ritual had become something of a self-soothing gesture as you allowed the fresh scent of the soap to cleanse not only your belongings, but your anxious heart.

Your small room was something of a sanctuary for you in those days, the one place where the air remained pure. Loathe to leave the peace you'd created within those four walls, you began to delay the start of your day to remain there. Noticeably late for morning prayers on more than one occasion, you were swiftly reprimanded by Mother Superior who expressed doubts about your commitment.

After you pleaded with her to let you stay, she obliged on the condition that you performed a new duty. You listened intently as she explained there was a sick child in Warwickshire whose parents were to receive weekly communion. It seemed odd that this task had fallen upon the sisters of St. Hilda's when St. Mary's was much closer in proximity. However, you didn't dare question her judgement, especially after she'd shown you mercy.

The next morning you made the journey to a large estate called Arrow House in a shiny Bentley that had been sent just for the occasion. You tried not to show your excitement at the lavish accommodation, but you had to admit you were secretly thrilled at the prospect of making the drive in luxury each week.

The time passed quickly as you trained your thoughts on the little girl who'd fallen ill, wondering how you might find her upon arrival. Your nerves seizing hold of you before you'd realized, you began to fidget nervously as the large house came into view.

As the car came to a halt, you took a deep breath and held your head high as you exited. You were keen to project an air of confidence if the family was watching from the window.

However, you needn't have worried. There wasn't a single member of the Shelby clan to be found when the heavy oak door swung open, only a slight woman in a carefully pressed uniform. She ushered you inside as she studied you with piercing green eyes, stiffly introducing herself as the housekeeper.

Though you couldn't say why, the hair on the back of your neck prickled as you followed her down the hall. It might have been her unfriendly demeanor or the sudden rush of wind as the front door closed behind you, but an disquieted feeling came over you. The sense of déjà vu only grew stronger as a familiar woodsy, slightly sweet smell met your nostrils.

There was no time to reconcile your thoughts as the housekeeper left you at the threshold of Mr. Shelby's office, clutching your handbag against your body. By sheer willpower, you rapped upon the door, reminding yourself you were here to deliver communion to the Shelbys. Out of duty for this sacred act, you were compelled into the room where you glimpsed a man in only his waist coat and rolled sleeves sat at the desk. A rush of embarrassment caused you to falter, unaware he would be dressed so informally.

"Come," he commanded without looking up from his papers and the authority in his voice dictated nothing less than strict obedience.

Taking a seat across from him when he gestured, your gaze locked onto his sky blue eyes. They appeared quite angelic in the light, framed by his long, dark lashes. However, there was a hardened look about him which gave you a chill.

He hadn't failed to notice the effect he had on you, leaning forward to offer a cigarette. You shook your head as you politely declined, reaching into your bag for the small case containing the communion wafers.

"That won't be necessary," he muttered as he lit up.

You watched intently as he inhaled, your concern growing as his chest expanded like some great beast. The gentle roll of smoke tumbling from his mouth and nostrils did nothing to suppress your anxiety, especially as you were struck with a sudden revelation. The scent haunting you all those months was his unique blend of tobacco.

The clink of his lighter snapping shut jolted you back to reality and the purpose of your visit. "Mr. Shelby, I'm afraid, I don't understand. You asked me here, but you no longer wish to receive communion?"

The cigarette burned slowly between his fingers, curls of smoke reaching the high ceiling long before he gave an answer to your query.

Staring into the roaring fire beside him, Mr. Shelby's eyes reflected the bright orange hue of the flames as he admitted, "My daughter died last month. So, you see, I've no need."

You gulped harshly at his words, but quickly recovered. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know. Would you care to say a prayer together?"

He only laughed at your suggestion, "And what good would that do her now, ey?"

"Prayer has seen me through difficult times since I was a child," you answered, staring at him earnestly.

Plucking the cigarette from his lips, he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger as he punctuated his words. "When I was a boy I carried a screwdriver and a blade and everyone believed I had the power to lay curses."

Your blood ran cold upon hearing this, but you had to admit you were intrigued by his statement. "Do you?" you ventured, holding your breath for his answer.

Without breaking eye contact he affirmed, "Yes, I do."

You shuddered involuntarily as another chuckle escaped his lips and you became suspicious he'd asked you here only to humiliate you. Whether driven by grief or malice, you didn't know, only that you'd become terribly afraid of him. Reaching for the rosary in your pocket, you removed it and began rubbing your thumb over the beads to soothe yourself.

You didn't realize you'd closed your eyes to the devil across from you until he was standing at your side, one hand clamped against the back of your neck. "I wouldn't try that," he advised as he caught sight of your lips moving in silent prayer. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered a cruel taunt, "No one is listening."

The following moments were a blur, his body too close for comfort and his words a mixture of threats and perverse longing. He'd watched you from the day you arrived at St. Hilda's, careful to keep to the shadows whenever he visited Mother Superior.

Upon his confession, your mind traversed the path of your early days at the orphanage when you'd been assigned to teach Latin. Suddenly you were lost in memory:

The twist of the door knob down the hall caused you to jump before turning your attention back to the lesson you were teaching. As the ancient wood creaked upon its hinges, you redoubled your efforts reciting the lesson as you'd rehearsed. However, the potency of the scented smoke caused you to freeze with chalk dangling from your fingertips.

As though in a trance, you moved to the doorway, your head tilted at an angle to follow the dark figure now striding away from you. In the shadows of the darkened hall, you could make out the outline of a man in a peaked cap. His dark, dusty coat flapped behind him as he disappeared from view, leaving nothing more than a few dirty footprints to prove his existence.

"You knew I'd been there," Mr. Shelby uttered and you cried out in horror at his ability to read your mind. It was beyond comprehension how he'd known your every move. "You wanted to know me too, didn't you?" he asked, hands roaming your body despite your thrashing. You couldn't answer, catatonic in the face of his brazen assault.

What seemed to be a lifetime later, you collected yourself from the floor and bolted for the door. Hurtling down the hall as fast as you could with tears blurring your vision, you eventually reached daylight, but in your haste to escape, your feet stumbled on the stone steps outside Arrow House. Falling to your knees, you winced as the gravel cut into your legs.

"Let me help you to the car," a calm, even voice boomed behind you. Thomas Shelby came into view above you, hand extended like a perfect gentleman.

"Don't touch me," you snapped, chest heaving for breath. A spark of indignant rage caught fire inside his crystal blue eyes before taking a deliberate step back when he noticed the driver approaching.

Smoothing his hair back, he turned to the older man announcing, "William, Sister Y/n seems to have hurt herself. Please help her to the car."

As William took hold of your elbow, you rose to face Mr. Shelby with a look of determination. Inwardly you vowed to tell Mother Superior everything as soon as you returned and your steely eyed gaze said as much. It was the very reason he returned to his office at that moment, to make a phone call of his own.

And thus your confession about Mr. Shelby's behavior did not go as planned. The moment you divulged the false pretenses under which you'd been brought to Arrow House, her apathy turned to anger. Incensed at your accusations, she reprimand you for telling such “fanciful tales."

However, you could not accept the injustice that had been done. “You're aware of his wickedness and you do nothing?” you gasped in disbelief, glancing down at your bloodied legs as proof something had indeed happened that day.

"Mr. Shelby is a very generous benefactor. In fact, the Grace Shelby Foundation is the biggest single source of funding for this charitable institution. If he asks for your visits to continue, then that is what you shall do." When she was finished, she pursed her lips tightly to convey her resolve and you realized it was her final word on the matter.

You took the long, lonely walk back to your room in a stupor. The moment you closed the door, you allowed yourself a moment of pity and cried until your eyes were as red as your hands which scrubbed ceaselessly to erase the scent of him.

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 42

Part 1 Part 41

Steve doesn’t realize they’re not heading toward the Munson’s trailer until they pass the gaudy Loch Nora sign.

Despite what he’d argued, he’s tired – zoning in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van. He can still hear the voices bouncing off the lockers in the hallway, echoing after the strange solitude of the Upside-Down. And then the hospital. And then the Munson’s trailer.

His gut writhes as Eddie pulls into his winding driveway, putting the van in park with a world-weary sigh. His bimmer is still parked in the driveway, dusted with fallen leaves slowly turning to mulch on his windshield.

The house looms dark and empty. Just like the last time he’d been here; a mad dash from the Demogorgon. Alone.

Steve Harrington is always alone.

“What are we doing here?” he asks.

Eddie, having already opened his door and gotten halfway up and out of the van, levers his whole body back into his seat and closes the door behind him.

Eddie looks over at Steve. Steve doesn’t look back.

“We don’t have to go in.”

Steve sighs, running his hand over his head again, pushing hair back out of his face that he no longer has.

“What are we doing here, man?” he repeats, soul gaping, eyes dead.

Eddie sighs. “I thought you might like some of your stuff.”

Steve looks up at the looming specter of his childhood home. The windows are as dark as they always are. “And then we’re going back to yours?” Steve asks, scratching the back of his head, trying for nonchalance he’s not sure he ever pulled off in Eddie Munson’s presence.

When he glances over at Eddie, he’s looking up at the house, eyes focused on the dark front windows, porch light off, curtains drawn. His eyebrows are pinched together. Steve wants to smooth it out with a thumb. Doesn’t.

What does he see? Classmates and teachers alike always see it as a blessing – big house, no parents. Eddie’s not like anyone else he’s ever met.

“Yeah,” he says, breathless, looking up at the second floor like it’s haunted. “You hate this house.”

The thing is, Steve does. Always has, since he was small, tottering around after a physically present Mother, but feeling the absence like a wound.

He saw that wound reflected back at him from Tommy and Carol, dogs begging for scraps of love.

Maybe it’s in Eddie as well.

Steve gets out of the van, Eddie following his lead, walking at his side close enough that their elbows brush. He digs the hid-a-key out of the bush in the planter by the front door.

“Dude, rich people are so easy to rob,” Eddie says, looking around like he’s casing the joint.

Steve snorts, slotting the key in the lock, turning it left and pushing the door open. The sound rings hollow, like the mouth of a cave swallowing them.

Steve leads the way inside.

Eddie follows him up to his bedroom, grabs his backpack off the where he’d ditched it that last day. Steve grabs his duffel bag from the closet and stuffs clothes in at random.

Steve grabs the teddy bear off his bed. Tommy had won it for him from a claw machine on his last birthday. It was sky blue and soft. He couldn’t leave it behind, no matter what Munson said.

But he didn’t say anything at all, just stands there patiently as Steve looks around his bedroom, a pit sinking deep at how little he’s taking. How little there is that he wants at all.

He swings the bag across his shoulders, clutches the bear to his chest and walks back down the stairs at a brisk pace, Eddie trotting along at his heels.

On instinct, Steve heads to the pristine kitchen. There’s a note stuck to the fridge with a magnet, a handful of twenties stuck behind it.

They’d come and gone, and hadn’t noticed he was gone at all.

Steve plucks the note from the fridge, letting the twenties flutter to the ground, the magnet clattering on the pile loudly. Eddie bends down to gather them up as Steve reads:

Steven,

Your Father and I are off to Berlin, and will be gone for three weeks.

You’re on thin ice with your Father. We were both very disappointed by the state you left the house in. We expect better from you.

It’s left unsigned.

Eddie rips the note out of his hands and shoves it in his mouth, chewing. Steve stares, transfixed as Eddie chews and chews.

Grimacing around the mouthful, he says, “I don’t know why I thought this would work.” It’s muffled and warbling around the masticated paper on his tongue.

Steve bursts out laughing, watching as Eddie runs to the sink and scrapes the paper mache monstrosity off of his tongue.

“What the fuck?” Steve says, still laughing.

Eddie shoves his mouth over the faucet, lets the water pour onto his tongue messily and dribbles back out.

“10/10, do not recommend,” he says, voice muffled as he scrapes his tongue off with his fingers. “That tasted disgusting, dude!”

There’s something light and airy bursting from him, like the first rays of sun cutting through the darkness. No one’s ever been willing to make a fool of themselves to cheer Steve up. But the bashful slant of Eddie’s smile tells Steve exactly why this newest bit came about.

“You’re such a fucking freak,” he says, fondness leaking out at every seam.

He wants to hug Eddie, so he does. His arms slot perfectly around Eddie’s waist, pulling the other boy in. He freezes for a moment before wrapping his own arms around Steve’s shoulders and pulling him in tightly. Eddie’s fly-away hair tickles Steve’s nose.

Eddie’s digging his nose into Steve’s shoulder like he’s trying to make a home in there, whiskers scratchy, lips wet. Steve sinks in, breath shuddering out as Eddie takes more and more of his weight.

They stand, wrapped up in each other in Steve’s endlessly quiet kitchen. Together.

Steve Harrington is not alone. And when Eddie asks, “ready to go, sweetheart?” he nods, disentangling reluctantly from Eddie’s arms.

And when they drive back out onto the road from his long, winding driveway, Steve doesn’t look back.

Part 43

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#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic

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bangpop91 · 5 days ago

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I hope you enjoy! These are very sweet and light hearted stories. Im also gonna tag @kinardsevan in this one since they were a big inspiration for the Kinard-Specter Connection.

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Tommy's anxiety eases halfway through dinner. They had gone to dinner at a nice steak houses instead of Micelli's which is normally where him and his brothers go for pizza when they come to visit. Not because Tommy is superstitious, or believes in curses or winks. He's not, he is a highly logical, intelligent, man. But him and Evan have had enough personal emergencies while having dinner at the restaurant that a steak house feels much safer.

Maybe it's silly, but by the time the appetizers have been cleared and the waitress brings their dinners Tommy can't remember why he had been so anxious to introduce his family to the love of his life. Sure his brothers are ridiculous, over the top, and wildly over protective. But Mike keeps Harvey from turning dinner into a full on deposition, and Marcus has always been more relaxed, trusting Tommy to make good choices. And even if those things weren't true, Evan is a complete charmer. He could charm even the most prickly cactus without trying.

Mike and Evan get on like frosting on cake. They had been swapping interesting trivia back and forth since the appetizers had been placed in front of them.

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May is only a couple years younger than him, working at dispatch. He knows they had technically met before over the radio. But Ravi doesn't think that counts because they are working. And if May Grant is talking to them over the radio that means there is an emergency and that is absolutely not the time for small talk.

Ravi is struck stupid for a second, blushing because he knew May us Bobby's step daughter, he knows she is a intelligent and bad ass dispatcher despite her young age, and he knows how kind and compassionate she is. But he had not been prepared for how pretty May is. Which maybe that is stupid, he's met her mother, worked with Sargeant Grant regularly. The police Sargeant is a regular visitor to the 118. It stands to reason that of course May is just as competent, terrifying, and beautiful as her mother. But Ravi can't help blushing when May introduces her self with a big bright smile, while dressed in a airy sundress.

He doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't Bobby's congenial laughter or the playful slapping of Ravi's before walking away to talk to Chimney.

"Um. It's, uh, really nice to meet you." Raavi stutters over his words once he finally unswallows his tongue. May giggles, sweetly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"It's nice to meet you too." Ravi can't help the way he blushes hearing that soft giggle and seeing the way May looks at him with big brown eyes through her thick black lashes.

#lauren answers #racerchix21 #make me write #lauren writes #bucktommy #tommy kinard #911 abc #suits usa #harvey specter #mike ross #marcus specter #mayravi #may grant #ravi panikkar #love like a country song

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 7 months ago

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Can I just say that no one I've ever read writes the relationship between exes as well as you do (I'm still aflutter over Procedure).

So I was wondering what the exes relationships are like for other characters you write for? Are they semi-perminent in each others lives despite the split or are they 'and they never spoke again' people?

Were you looking for an answer that includes the dozens of men on my Wildly Inappropriate Chart? No, probably not.

Are you getting one? Absolutely. (Full list and breakout below the cut)

Will put you in a simulation to make you love him again

Frank (Don’t Worry Darling)

Will ignore you

Stewy Hosseini

Kendall Roy

Don Draper

Percival Graves

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes verse)

Abel Morales

Orlando Oxford

Daniel Le Domas

Will secretly keep tabs on you

Javier Peña

James Bond

Tommy Shelby

Diego Jimenez

Gurney Halleck

Horacio Carrillo

Chris Argent

Marc Specter

Duncan Idaho

Eddie Brock

Frank Castle

Boba Fett

Will reappear to fuck up the vibe just after you've managed to move on

Raymond Smith

Don Eppes

Carmy Berzatto

Indiana Jones

Nathan Bateman

Duke Leto Atreides

Ray Merrimen

Santiago Garcia

Dean Winchester

Bruce Wayne

Angel Reyes

Oberyn Martell

Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon

Patrick Zweig

Will be friendly to the best of his abilities but will struggle with the fact that he's still in love with you

Steve Rogers

Andy Barber

Jonathan Levy

George Russell

Harvey Specter

Jake Seresin

Eddie Munson

Josh Lyman

Rhett Abbott

Anthony Bridgerton

Will make you fall back in love with him with one smile, sweeping shoulder touch, and a soft but meaningful, “Long time, no see...How are you?”

Benny Miller

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Will Miller

Bucky Barnes

Rafael Barba

Christopher Pike

Frankie Morales

Marcus Pike

Matt Murdock

Poe Dameron

Art Donaldson

#asks #replies #sorry this took so long!#also I'm so glad you're enjoying Procedure!!

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spookypete-94 · 5 months ago

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Dead!GhostxLiving!reader

TW for suicide mention and brief language.

Happy Halloween 👻🎃

Spooky stories Simon Riley Masterlist

Been thinking of Ghost who's well... Actually a Ghost. One day he was out on a mission and the next he woke up as a specter in his local cemetery buried next to his mother and Tommy.

It took him a while to realize he was actually dead once someone walked through him. Lifting his hand, he saw it was tangible. He didn't even realize he was killed on his mission until then.

Ghost who sees others walking around the graveyard the same as he did. Dazed and confused. Just like how the world was in the living, there were good and bad spirits. Leaving him wondering why he now had this shadowy form. Some leave, others stay, much like him. He had no reason to leave this new strange home... Until he sees you.

You were kneeling down at a fresh grave. Dirt dark and wet. Your voice was small and quiet, body shaking as you fought tears.

Grief is a fickle thing. He thought.

Until he could hear your words.

"You were a fucking asshole, but you didn't need to kill yourself."

Rage is a fickle thing. He corrected himself.

Looking closer at your delicate features, he realized you had a black eye, a split lip.

Still observing he watches you stand up. Almost flinching as he you spit on the grave kicking some dirt on to the headstone in the same motion. Glancing over it belonged to a man who was about your age.

A lover perhaps?

He never felt the need to leave the cemetery until he wanted to follow you home and find out who it was you were so angry with. His new goal in life death, was to curb your rage. He had a feeling he knew what you had just buried and he himself a man forged in the fire of anger could help.

Only he could help heal your bruised heart and face because Ghost Simon too came from abuse. He would love you better than the man you had just buried. The same man that had caused you grief and the injuries on your face. The same man when you decided to leave, took his own life.

Who knew your trip to the cemetery would be the best thing you had ever done for yourself. You now have a guardian angel... Or perhaps the devil himself looming over you to protect you to make sure this never happened again.

Hopefully your house can accommodate your new found Ghost. You are now his home, because he too comes from rage.

Part 2

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