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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 6 months ago

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The sweet scent of blossom blooms is forever tainting the air along side the morning spring mist of dew on the very few grassy patches of meadow and windows of buildings and homes. The sun was out and about giving warmth to some and misery to others.

Fine brown shoes walk along the grey stoned street on this fine morning. Within his needle pricked and bruised hand holds a smaller paler hand of a little boy no more than seven years old dressed rather put together for his age who holds a grey tinned lunch box in his other small hand. Dalmatia, handsome, smart, suave, a good speaker, and loyal are just a few terms he got used to since before and during his time on the Isle of the Lost. Loyal and kind minion of Cruella De Vil, fashionista with a roaring personality of boldness and just a touch of crazy, he remained by her side like the loyal dog he is and helped raise her little pup after the father was no longer around.

The pair finished their stroll at a red bricked building where children are either running around screaming, standing and talking, or on the ground or on the single tree of the lawn. Dalmatia took a deep breath in through the nose, chest puffed out, "Well, look at this, first day of school." He smiled proudly and looked at the boy beside him. Carlos, ever so timid, sneaked behind the older's longer legs and buried his cute face behind his knee cap.

Dalmatia smiled softly and kneels down, "Carlos," He started, waiting for those brown eyes to peek behind the bangs that were combs before leaving the house but seem to have fallen just so, "I understand it's scary, but I promise you this is fun." "But I like to help you and mama with outfits..." The boy pouted, eyes looking down. In any other situation that look would make the dog cave and give Carlos everything he ever wanted and more, but he has to be strong for this case.

Taking in another breath to collect himself to not be swept by the emotions of spoiling the puppy rotten, Dalmatia fixes his coat and tilted Carlos' face up as his voice speaks calmly and comforting, "I know puppy, and we love you helping us to. But you can't always do that forever, you need to let your mind grow and make friends. And I know plenty of the kids here because they're were raised by amazing recruiters like yours's truly." As if on comedic que, a little boy with long black hair runs around the yard with a bucket on his head. The two watch as he runs screaming in strange child glee, and kept watching until he ran into the tree and falls on his back. ". . . Okay he's a little different cause his dad isn't that smart in his life choices..."

Carlos messes with the rubber handle of his lunchbox, lip quivering. His small shoulders tense and jump when a loud bell chimes above them. Dalmatia looked at the building and back down at Carlos, shining down a reassuring smile. The boy looked at the adult and took a breath in before slowly walking towards the steps of the entrance.

The dog waves after, "Have a good day Carlos!"

The stars aren't as bright within his eye sight.

The music was muffled and dare say distant from his hearing.

The taste of bitter saliva that mingled with stale wine he gulped was nothing among his tongue.

All his senses are hyper focused on staring at the floating lights of a little boy smiling so innocently.

Dalmatia gulped another swig of the wine as his tired burning eyes watched his special box show a new memory of Carlos on his first picture day, how proud he looked with his first fashion choice and proudly showing it off. Right now he should be inside celebrating the wedding of Mal and Ben, the future King and Queen of Auradon but as of right now he's hiding in one of the marble polished balcony having his fourth glass or the luxury squeezed grapes alone with a box of memories, a usually normal box full of little memories over the years of Carlos from his birth to his letters talking about possibly being in love with the Fairy Godmother's daughter, but after the Isle became open for all to enter and leave Carlos surprised the loyal minion and his mother with a magic spell that can project the memories as fluid and real as if they aren't images of mist at all.

"It's not healthy crying all alone you know..."

Dalmatia turned to the voice's source to find Hades walking out to the midnight air, rubbing his red leather gloves across his pale cheek for any makeup smears that may be showing as the God walked right beside him. "I remember you used to not cry in situations when the kids were younger too. Yet you always encourage Jay and Carlos to cry as open as they can." Hades said with a soft smile, eyes to the stars.

The once dalmatian doesn't look at him. Doesn't react to him. Eyes drifting back to Carlos' projector face of the memory when he was about to leave for Auradon, his smiling freckled face so fresh of anxious and hidden excitement of adventure he never dared speak of then in fear of how others' will think. The God look at the projector and his smile slowly fades off, his voice got more gentle, "You know, he would've love this... Seeing Mal being married... Seeing Evi get her dream come true... Seeing you all dressed up at a party the first time in forever..."

"He would..." Was all Dalmatia said as he rubs the box's rim, neat eyebrows frowning. "You know..." His voice cracked softly, small but Hades doesn't punch at it, he sniffs as a pause, "When... we first got the news... Cruella refused to accept it... She acted as if he was going to come in through the door as if he never left the Isle in the first place... I never heard her cry as much as I did that whole week... Or month... She barely ate... Hardly slept... It was like seeing a new person..."

Memories of Carlos' wake enters his mind, tarnishing the happy ones he just printed with the box's help, the way the room was so heavy and dull. Carlos wouldn't want that, he would want the room to be colorful like he was, would want people to laugh and smile like he did, but I guess you can't have either at a funeral. He recalled the pain he felt when he held back any sobs and tears deep inside him as he kept a brave face for everyone until he stepped outside the venue's back door and finally let it all out for only the moon to witness.

His hands shook as he feels the tears burning his eyes and even his cheeks as light black streaks began to drip down to his chin as his breathing hitch, "I-I know... I'm just a dog who helped raise his master's child, but I cared for him... As if he was my own pup... I raised him for 19 Goddamn years and now he— H-He's somehow—!" The ball of sorrow clung to his throat flesh, stopping his voice from speaking anymore words as if it hurt more than the tears and the lump.

Hades slowly put his hand on Dalmatia's back, accepting when the dog quickly shook and sobbed openly into the gentle breeze of the magical night, the box still projecting the brave soul as the memories restarted into the first time the pup opened his eyes...

I wanted to write something since I haven't written/done anything related to DVR in a long long while, sorry if it's short and/or crappy! Also I decided Carlos was 19 due to me in my last fic of the gang I had Jay be 18 when the barrier was lifted which I think was a typo and I personally headcanon Mal and Ben's wedding happened a year after the third film since I think it's canon the boys are younger than Mal and Evie or maybe I headcanoned that to the point I believed it lol

This takes place in the AU I've written before which I'm going to be sticking to since I personally love it and am kind of sad Aubrey doesn't marry Harry Hook in the future;

Part One of Aubrey Saga

Part Two

Part Three

Farja & Jay Story and Farja's Reunion

Hopefully I'll right more!

#disney villain recruiters #disney villain recruiters au #descendants #descendants au #disney villain recruiters descendants #dalmatia #mr dalmatian #carlos de vil #disney hades #tw: angst #tw mentions of death #tw grief #not me looking through wikipedia to help me with characters since I haven't read the book tho I should and I'm on my period so I'm refusing #to watch all three plus the wedding and the new one movies to get information #I kind of never gave Dalmatia a moment to grieve the boy he helped raised so here's you DVR/Descendants fluffy angst fest

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butterflyintochains · 9 months ago

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Goodbye Joseph

Before Max, Juliette Leclerc had another boyfriend, Joseph Deschamps - a blind date set up by a mutual friend in 2018. Once a nice relationship between two young people going to college in Marseille, things quickly turned... sour. Cue summer break of 2019.

TW: Abuse, manipulation, panic attacks, angst, depression.

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Okay, it's easy, right? Makeup done, hair done, she looks fine, that's good enough, right? Now, all she needs to do is practice her best smile in the mirror. Seb has rented a villa in Switzerland for the grid kids for a couple of weeks of summer break. It's okay, it's easy, she can do this. She has to do this, right? Deep breaths, happy thoughts, clear skies. Her phone pings beside her hand, her throat runs dry. It's Joseph.

JoJo: Enjoy Switzerland, cherie! Remember our rule, okay?

Ah, yes, the rule. As little contact with Max as possible. That's easy enough, right? She can do that, can't she? She has to, she knows what'll happen if she doesn't, her shoulder still hurts from last weekend. Deep breaths, happy thoughts, clear skies. She texts him back.

Julia: Thanks, JoJo! I remember.

It spiritually pains her, this rule. Max is like a second heart for her, he's her rock, she loves him. She can't be without him, but yet, here she is now. Enslaved to someone who will do God knows what if she so much as looks at Max wrong. ''You ready, papillon?'' Charles asks her. Juliette nods, and smiles as best she can. ''Oui, Charlie, allez.'' They get going to their flight. Charles clocks the sweater once they're on the plane. ''Are you okay, Julia?''

Juliette swallows. ''Yeah, I'm fine, Charlie.''

They land in Geneva, and jump in a car with Pierre, and get going to the villa. The place is gorgeous, all expertly made of wood, decorated to perfection, and cozy to boot. There's a small lake just down the garden path. The thought of swimming right now terrifies her, a swimsuit that bears her bruises to the world. ''Welcome home, kids! Go unpack in your rooms, and we'll eat.'' Seb's wife, Hanna, says. Juliette finds her room, close enough to Charles', that's good. She unpacks, even setting her sketchbook on her pillow. She picks at a scab on her hand as she joins everyone for lunch. George and Alex are debating whether Mansell or Button were better. ''Julia, sweetheart, are you not boiling hot in that jumper?'' Seb asks her. Juliette helps herself to some sandwiches. ''No, Seb, I'm fine.'' She's fine, she has to be fine.

That night, Juliette lies awake in bed, wrapped in her favourite purple blanket, staring at the ceiling. Her heart refusing to calm down, almost as if it can't be calm without Max. Her second heart halfway across the villa, she ponders crawling in next to her brother like she did when they were kids. But, they're not, it'd be weird. At some point in the night, she must pass out entirely.

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The next day, everyone goes down to the lake to swim. Juliette sits, wearing a thin white cardigan over her summer dress, sketching the landscape. The only thing that'll still the shaking in her hands, and give her an excuse not to show her arms. She pencils in some colour: blues for the lake, greens for the forest and rolling hills, greys and blacks for the mountains. As well as various other colours for extra detail. She colours the brilliant blue sky in, adding some wispy clouds with her eraser. Max shouts over to her from the middle of the lake. ''Hey, Julia, come and join us!''

Juliette relaxes on her deck chair, her sketch finished. ''I'm okay, Max.'' She says, a short and simple response, Joseph would approve of that, wouldn't he? Idly, she rolls her sleeve up, surveying the bruises, old and new. Some are still purple, some are turning green. A voice behind her startles her into pulling the sleeve back down. ''Are you okay, hermanita?'' Carlos kindly asks her, brown eyes calm and gentle. All she wants to do is cry and scream for help, but she says. ''Yes, Chili, I'm okay.''

Carlos says, drying off, and putting his shirt back on. ''Seb is worried about you, hermanita.''

Juliette softly chuckles. ''He's basically our dad, Chili, he's always worried about us.'' She tries to play it cool, no one can know what she's going through, no one. For all intents and purposes, she is doing just fine.

So, why does she feel like she wants to disappear into these mountains?

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A couple of nights pass, another rough one for Juliette. Sighing to herself, she gets up, and throws some leggings and a hoodie on with her ankle boots. She ties her hair up, and goes outside. The cool night time air enveloping her. There's not a single cloud in the sky, all of the stars are visible now, so is the moon, reigning supreme over the night. It's nights like these where she misses her papa. Juliette sits down by the apple tree, and draws her knees up to her chest. ''What the hell do I do, papa? Tell me what to do.'' Nothing, no sign, no message, nothing from on high. Julia puts her head down on her arms, and sobs into her knees. At some point, she must pass out, and someone must come to get her back indoors. Someone warm, with safe hands under her. The last thing she registers is her soft mattress.

She's up last the following morning, she says nothing to anyone, and grabs something to eat. Charles, Pierre, and Alex come in from playing football outside. Seeing his only sister curled up on the sofa, barely focusing on her sketchbook, Charles sits with her, and asks. ''Julia, papillon, are you okay?''

Juliette smiles, a sad smile. ''Yeah, why?''

Pierre says, taking an armchair by the sofa. ''Because you're clearly not. You've barely said more than four words to anyone since we got here, you're barely eating, and won't join us in anything.'' Alex adds, looking deeply worried for her. ''And, you're not talking to Max, either.''

Juliette strokes her bad arm, her heart racing again, she sniffles, and says in a shaky voice. ''I have my reasons for that, Alex.'' Alex asks, now full on concerned for her. ''Those being?''

Juliette says, furiously drying her eyes. ''It's Joseph.'' Pierre's eyebrows knit together. ''Why? What's he got to do with this?'' Juliette looks out the backdoors, no one is watching them. Slowly, she unbuttons her cardigan, and slips it off, revealing the ugly bruises littering her arms. Charles looks horrified. ''This is what will happen if I talk to Max, Charles.''

The room goes silent, Alex standing up, and saying. ''I'm getting Seb and Max, this is horrible.''

Juliette grabs his hand, pleading with him. ''No, Alex, don't, please. That'll just make it all worse.''

Charles gently says, heartsick for his sister. ''This won't get any better if we don't talk about it, papillon.'' Julia knows he's right, but she's been living in survival mode for over a year now. Sometimes you live in a cage for so long, you start to find it comfortable. ''It will, Charles, it'll get worse for me. You have no idea what he's capable of.'' Pierre says, assuring her, sensing her panic. ''Okay, Julia, we do this at your pace.''

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Over the next couple of days, Juliette slowly begins eating properly again, and talking to people a bit more. Max is happy she's coming out of whatever this has been, but the cardigans are still on, and she's still not talking to him. He feels like Charles, Pierre, and Alex know something about her that he doesn't, like there's some grand secret going on. ''Penny for your thoughts, Max?'' Lando asks.

Max sighs, fiddling with his watch. ''I just feel like I've done something to make Julia hate me all of a sudden, she just won't talk to me. And, I don't know why.''

Lando says, he's known about how Max feels about Juliette for a while now. ''She doesn't hate you, Max. We know her, sometimes you need to make the first move.'' He says, prompting Max along. ''Why don't you? She's in the games room with Alex and George.'' Max nods, and thanks Lando before going to talk to Juliette. She's on speaker phone to someone while the boys are playing Overwatch. ''Yeah, I'm fine, Joseph, I'm okay.'' Oh, it's him, great.

Joseph says. ''Good, wouldn't want you getting into trouble, would I?'' Juliette looks terrified, he must say this a lot. ''No, no we wouldn't.'' What he wouldn't give to fucking run that asshole over with his Red Bull, dump him into Eau Rouge from Raidillon. ''Hey, Julia, can I...'' He says, but is cut off by Joseph, and a fear filled face from Juliette. ''Juliette, is that Max?''

Juliette attempts to cool the situation down. ''Joseph, I...'' Joseph cuts her off. ''Is. That. Max? Answer me!'' Juliette's voice shrinks in on itself. ''Y-yes, but...''

Joseph cuts her off again, sounding furious. ''That's it, I knew I couldn't trust you, I'm coming over to you.'' The call goes dead, Juliette is now in a full blown panic attack. ''Oh, fuck, Charles!!'' Alex shouts over to the living room. Charles is with them in seconds, holding his sister tight. ''He's coming, Charlie, he's coming!'' Charles kisses her temple, arms not letting her go, he says to Max. ''Max, call a family meeting, we all need to talk.''

Max nods, and calls the meeting in the living room while Charles gets his sister to her bed. ''What's going on, boys?'' Seb asks. Charles says, cutting right to the point. ''My sister's boyfriend is an abusive piece of shit, and he's been banning her from talking to Max for a year, and he's coming here.''

Lance asks, clearly overloaded with information. ''Why has he banned her from talking to Max?''

Max says, swallowing his anger for her sake, he can unleash it on him later. ''That doesn't matter, Lance, what matters is protecting her from him.'' Hanna nods, proud of her honorary grid son. ''Amen, Max. Well, boys, this is up to you, how do you want to do this?''

They settle on setting up an indoor camp in the living room, and having someone with Julia whenever she's outside. They run the plan by her once she's up, her injured arms visible to everyone now, all Julia says is. ''Okay.''

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The first night of the sleeping plan comes the next night, they set up pillows, mattresses, and blankets in the living room. At least this has given them an excuse to camp out in some way. Lily, Charlotte, and Hanna are especially protective of Juliette right now. Seb has put out a notice to the rest of the grid elders to show Joseph the door at the next race he's at. ''Why her, Seb? Why did he go after her?'' George asks, slumping down at the breakfast bar. ''I know, why the nicest person in the world?'' Lando says, watching Juliette talk with Max and Carlos outside, at arm's length, she must be scared of being touched. ''I don't know, boys, sometimes abusive men go for nice women. Joseph clearly saw something he could hurt Julia over, something inherently good in her to attack.'' Hanna adds, suspecting she knows exactly why. ''Or, something she loves he can take from her to control her.''

Esteban says. ''That's the problem, Seb. Christophe wasn't like this, he was cool, they're still friends. Why is Joseph such a...'' Alex says, finishing Esteban's thought. ''Bastard? Ass? Psychopath?'' Max says, coming inside to grab some water. ''Try Monster on for size, Esteban, because that's what he is.''

Seb smiles at the boys, all so puzzled by how anyone could choose to do this to someone else. ''I don't know why Joseph is such a monster, boys, none of us will. But, what matters is making sure he can't hurt Julia more than he already has.''

The grid family bed down for the night in their makeshift camp in the living room. Juliette nestled near the middle for her safety. She lies awake, staring at the french doors to the backyard, waiting for Joseph to show his face. She can feel her breathing quicken, and her heart race. Charles is at her back, Charlotte curled up with him. Max stirs, and looks over to her. ''Hey, you okay?'' He whispers.

Juliette whispers back, terrified for herself. ''No, I'm scared, Max. He's coming here, he's coming for me.'' She dries her eyes. ''All because I couldn't do as I was told.''

Max tucks some hair behind his best friend's ear. ''This is not your fault, Julia, it's his. He did this to you, he abused you.'' Juliette says, feeling so horrible for how she's treated Max. ''I'm sorry for how I've been treating you, Max, I...''

Max gently stops her from talking, with a gentle stroke of her cheek. ''Don't apologize, not to me, not for this. I'm sorry for not noticing sooner.'' He asks her. ''Do you want to come curl up with me?'' Juliette says, still feeling a bit delicate. ''Can I feel your heart instead? I'm still a bit wary of being touched.'' Max nods, placing her hand over his heart, it's steady, rhythmic beats help to slow her down. Her second heart calming her own down. She finally gets off to a peaceful sleep, nothing hurts, no nightmares, just Max's heartbeat exists for her.

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The next morning is tense, everyone waiting for the storm to come. The only sound in the villa being the clock ticking away on the wall. Juliette sits in a chair by the window, staring outside, looking like a coiled spring ready to snap. Her hazel eyes fixed on the gates, hand clutching her cross pendant. Her heart stops briefly at a car pulling down the driveway, and Joseph getting out. He slams the door behind him. That's what he's gonna do to her, she knows it. Charles gently helps her to her feet, and positions her at the backdoors, with as many drivers in front of her as possible. She's ready to run if Joseph gets violent. Seb looks to her, she gives him the nod to let him in. ''Hello, Joseph...'' Seb tries to greet him politely, give him one final chance to end this. But, Joseph is having none of it, he storms over to Juliette. ''You little fucking slut! I told you not to talk to that Dutchman, I told you it made me uncomfortable, but you couldn't fucking help yourself, could you?''

Juliette says, keeping her voice calm, standing her ground. ''He's my friend, Joseph! You don't get to dictate who I can be friends with.'' Charles asks his sister's abuser. ''Did your maman ever tell you not to hit girls, Joseph?''

Joseph turns around, fists balled up. ''You stay out of this, Charles.'' Max retorts, backing his friend up. ''Or what? You'll ban Julia from being around her fucking brother?''

Joseph rounds on Max, face turning red. ''This is all your fault, Verstappen, you turned my girlfriend against me! You just had to come between us!''

Alex says, pointing out the obvious. ''You did that, Joseph. You isolated her, you came between them, you turned her against yourself.''

Juliette says, bolstered by her family, using their strength for herself. ''I'm just glad the boys helped me see that I deserve better.'' Joseph cackles. ''Really? You think you'll find better than me, Juliette? Remember, you chose me, right?'' Juliette retorts, taking a half step back, and opening the door a slight. ''No, I didn't. I had you foisted upon me by someone I'm no longer friends with. I'd never choose you after all you've done to me.'' In one moment, Joseph readies a punch, and Carlos shouts. ''Run, hermanita, run, now!'' And, she does.

The backyard whips by her, she runs into the forest, she'll run to Austria if she must. She'll run until she sees papa and Jules again. Out of breath, she stops. ''Well, now it's just us, there's no one to save you now, Juliette.'' She knows he's wrong, she can hear far off running already. All she needs to do is stall him. ''Joseph, please, haven't you done enough? What more could you possibly want from me?''

Max says to her. ''He wants you broken, Julia, broken until there's only him in your life. So he's free to abuse you all he likes.'' Joseph turns to deliver a gut punch. Big mistake, Max grabs him by the neck, and clocks him in the face. The whole affair must last seconds, but feels like an eternity. ''Max!!'' Julia rushes to check his hand. Already bruising, with split knuckles. Christian is going to kill him. As the rest arrive, Julia, possessed by anger, kneels down to meet her abuser's eyes. ''Your face injured an F1 driver's hand, a hand worth more than your entire body.''

Joseph spits some blood out. ''You'll always choose him, won't you?'' Julia asserts, for herself more than anything. ''We're done, forever, and you can no longer hurt me. Do you understand me, Joseph?'' He says, voice as smarmy as always. ''I guess so.'' Juliette surveys his face, making her decision then and there. ''Max missed a spot.'' She clocks him in the face herself, rising back to her feet, she and Max begin the slow walk back to the villa.

The police take Joseph away for disturbing the peace, and Max and Julia bandage each other's hands. ''Not a word to Jean, any of us, got that?'' Seb says, the voice of authority for the grid.

That night, they bed down in the living room again. Something inside Juliette feels free, liberated from some inhumane prison. Still hesitant to be touched, Julia holds Max's hand as she sleeps.

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A couple of days pass, Juliette is finally coming out of the fog she's been living in. Of course it'll take her a while to fully go back to normal, but the gang are so happy to somewhat have her back. The cardigans and sweaters have been put back in her suitcase at least, The hours with her sketchbook are now filled with conversation. ''Good morning.'' She says one morning, surfacing from her bedroom in a gorgeous lilac floral summer dress. Gone are the neutrals Joseph forced her into. ''Wow, you look like a fairy, Julia!'' Lily says.

Juliette proudly says, cutting some fruit up into a bowl of Greek yogurt. ''Thank you, Lily, made this one myself.''

Charles says to his sister. ''I'm glad you're back in colour, the less beige I see on you, the better.''

Juliette, smiles, tucking into her breakfast. ''Tell me about it, as soon as we're home, everything beige I own is getting tossed or donated.'' She asks Max, who still has his hand bandaged, just as she does. ''How's your hand, Maxy?''

Max shrugs, but assures her. ''It's fine, worth it. Yours?'' Juliette looks down at her bandages, flexing her hand a slight. ''A bit raw, but no regrets.''

Pierre sips his coffee. ''Coolest thing I've seen in ages, you two punching him. I've never seen someone deserve to be punched as much as him.''

The morning is slow and chilled out, the gang preparing a picnic lunch to take down to the lake. They have a week and a half left here before everything gets hectic again. Juliette rests her head on Max's shoulder. She watches everyone else swim in the lake. ''Julia, are you alright?'' Max asks her. Juliette sighs contentedly, she isn't there yet, not by a long shot. ''I will be one day, Max, is that okay?'' Max assures her, as a friend, not as someone who has been in love with her for three years. ''Yeah, of course it is, Julia. You've been through a year of hell, you need to recover.''

Juliette asks him, looking into his bright blue eyes. ''I will recover, won't I? This pain can't last forever, right?''

Max promises her, his mother survived the divorce after all. ''You will, trust me.'' And, she does, she trusts him, more than anyone else on this earth.

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Some of the gang decide to break camp and head back to their rooms the following night. Except for the siblings, Charlotte, Lily, Pierre, Lando and the Red Bull boys. They're all fast asleep in the living room. Max feels Julia's hand tighten around his shirt, she must have put it over his heart in the night. Her breathing is shallow, and she's whimpering a bit. Nightmare. Gently, Max wakes her up. ''Hey, Julia, you're okay, he's gone, it's okay.'' Juliette can't seem to come back down from whatever she was seeing. ''M-Max.'' She whispers, fear thick in her voice. Max pulls her closer, so he can hold her. ''It's alright, Julia, you're safe. Breathe with me, okay?'' He guides her back from the fog to earth. ''That's it, you're doing so well.''

Slowly, she begins to calm down. ''Do you wanna talk about it?'' Juliette whispers. ''Not really.''

Max strokes her back, untangling the knots of tension there. ''That's fine, get some sleep, we're safe now, all of us.'' Juliette places her hand back where it was, and drifts off again.

The morning comes, Charles wakes up first, and sees his sister wrapped up in Max's arms. She must have had a nightmare and curled up with him, as she and Arthur used to with him and Lorenzo as kids. At least she looks peaceful, and her arms are the right colour again. ''Oh, oh how cute.'' Hanna quietly says.

Seb quietly remarks. ''Bring back memories, love?'' Hanna nods, helping get breakfast ready. ''Yeah, it does.'' Charles doesn't quite see it, she's always turned to Max for comfort. ''They're just friends, and Julia needs to focus on healing.''

Seb just smirks, as if he knows something Charles doesn't. ''I agree with you on the second point, but let's see how things go when she is healed for the first.''

Hanna agrees with her husband. ''After all she's been through, I think she deserves a Max next.'' She's got a point, she settled for an abuser, she deserves so much better. But, Max?

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A couple of days later, Juliette is sitting outside after dinner, pencil case on the table, deep in concentration on her sketchbook and music. A picture of Max with his car open on her phone. This will be her birthday gift to him. She's drawn the boys plenty of times, mostly as gifts or requests, sometimes as practice. The cars, however, are new. ''Hey, papillon, mind if I sit here?'' Charles asks.

Juliette nods, taking her earphones out. ''Sure, go ahead, are you alright?''

Charles sits down with her. ''Yeah, are you alright? You've been out here all evening.''

Juliette laughs, he's always been extra protective of her, this fiasco has just brought it all to the surface. ''Charles, I'm fine. I'm an artist, I need to be alone to create sometimes.'' She makes eye contact with her brother. ''I know you're all waiting for me to fall apart at any moment, but I'm okay, I'm free now, I'm allowed to be me again.''

Charles asks her, taking her hand in his. ''You sure?'' Juliette assures him. ''Yeah, I'll stumble sometimes. But, that's normal, and you're all here to help hold me up. I'll be alright, I promise.''

Charles nods, slightly more assured about everything. ''Good, I'm glad to hear it. What are you drawing, then?'' Juliette shows him the line work for her gift to Max. ''Max's birthday gift, him and his car. Don't tell him.''

Charles promises her. ''Secret's safe with me. I'll leave you to it, I love you, papillon.''

Juliette leans into his forehead kiss. ''I love you too, Charlie.'' He heads back inside, leaving her to it. She hopes Max likes this once it's done.

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A couple of days go by, camp in the living room is now properly broken up. Juliette puts the last of their pillows away, having a slight anxiety moment. She's slept surrounded by love for over a week now, right next to Max, with Charles behind her, and the rest around her. How is she meant to sleep alone again? Without Max's arms around her, or his heartbeat under her hand. ''Hey, Julia, are you alright?'' Max asks her.

Juliette swallows, and says. ''I've not slept alone in almost ten nights, Max, I'm just... nervous about tonight.'' Max assures her, hating how traumatised all of this has left her. ''You know where I am if you need me. I'm your friend, you're not alone anymore, Julia.'' Juliette nods, her mind a bit clearer now. ''Oh, okay, thank you, Max.''

Max hugs her tight. ''You're welcome, Julia.''

That night, she takes him up on his offer. Max takes her into his room, and they curl up together. She hates this vulnerable feeling, she hates that she can't sleep alone, she hates that Joseph did this to her. ''Hey, I can feel you thinking, Julia. Breathe with me, clear your head.'' She does, letting the ugly thoughts in her head wash through her as she breathes with him. Eventually, she gets to sleep. Feeling that thing she first felt in Barcelona in 2016 again, that warm feeling she felt when Max looked at her from the top step after winning his first race.

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Their last full day comes all too quickly, the gang running around like headless chickens locating their things, and packing bags. Juliette has an easier time of things than the others, always neat and tidy. She finds the necklace that Joseph gave her for her birthday back in June, a silver chain with a golden J pendant. He said at the time it was for her first initial, but now it feels like it was a way for him to lay some sick claim to her, plaster his initial on her for all to see. She clutches the vulgar thing in her fist, and storms down to the lake. ''Julia, what's going on?'' Alex asks her.

Juliette shows him the chain, the collar he forced upon her. ''This was his last birthday gift to me, and It's going in that lake.'' Alex calls the others first. ''Okay, now, toss it in.'' He says.

Juliette says. ''Joseph, you don't own me anymore.'' And chucks the thing into the pristine blue water. She'll ditch the rest of his gifts once she's home, the Monaco Harbour seems like a good place for her to do the job.

After dinner, they chill out with a movie, and head off to bed.

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They all head down to the airport the next day after breakfast. Juliette finds Max, and hugs him. Almost too scared to let him go, she's gotten so used to him being around to calm her down. Now, she's going back to Stefanie, as amazing as her best friend is, she's not been around for all this. ''Good luck in Spa and Monza, Max.'' She says.

Max smiles, eyes crinkling when he does. ''Don't worry about me, Julia. Take it easy, call us if you want to talk, remember you're not alone.''

Juliette nods, adjusting her bag. ''I will, promise.'' One last hug, and they board their flights.

The siblings arrive back in Monaco later that day, Juliette doesn't unpack, she'll need to catch her train back to Marseille tomorrow morning. But, while Charles is filling their maman and brothers in on the holiday, she gathers all of Joseph's gifts to her into a small box, and runs down to the harbour, throwing the lot in the water, and going home. She also unwraps her bandages, and casts them into the water. She's free now, and he can't hurt her anymore.

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Juliette is back at college a couple of days later. Her Business Management and Art classes are both eager to hear the truth behind the rumours from summer. She just gently tells her friends to leave her be. On her third week back, Max's birthday gift is finally done, she sends it to his house back in Monaco in a frame with a short letter. He'll be in between Sochi and Suzuka then, so he might get some time to get home between races. It's the following day when she realises that Joseph is nowhere to be seen on campus, he was doing a History degree. ''Hey, Hugo, where did Joseph go?'' She hasn't seen him since that day in the villa.

Hugo informs her. ''Once rumours got out about what he was doing to you, he was expelled from his course. Last I heard, he's going to some university in America now.'' Wow, her and Max forced him to move continents.

That night, she texts Max the news.

Juliette: Hey, Max, guess what I heard today?

He responds to her quickly.

Maxy: What did you hear today?

She responds with what Hugo told her.

Juliette: Hugo told me that Joseph got expelled after the rumours reached the dean. He's studying in America now. We did that, Max!

Max replies excitedly.

Maxy: We did indeed! Karma is a bitch, huh?

She thinks for a bit, and replies.

Juliette: Yeah, spread the word around the paddock for me.

He responds to her.

Maxy: Will do.

She shuts her phone off, and finally gets to sleep.

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On an off day, Juliette takes a walk down the main street in the city, she's always loved Marseille, and jumped at the offer to attend college here a few months early in 2017. Things haven't always been easy since she moved here from Monaco, especially lately, but things will get better for her now. The director of her course even said she'll be on course for an early graduation in spring next year! She sits down on a bench in the park, it feels weird, not knowing what her future holds. All she saw with Joseph was an endless cycle of darkness and abuse. Now, she has no idea where life will take her. She is in control now, it scares and excites her all at once. She hopes Max is there, no matter what happens. She hopes she never has to see Joseph again. She also hopes Joseph never gets with anyone else, no one deserves to go through what she did at his hands. It frightens her how he instantly knew a way to abuse her, he knew to isolate her from Max, he knew she loves him. She prays he remains single forever. He's a monster no one should have to deal with.

But, he's not her monster anymore.

#formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 fic #Max Verstappen x Leclerc!OC

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vacantgodling · 2 years ago

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exploration / body neutrality

wip: jenna the reaper (book 2 whatever that’ll be called)

characters: jenna magboo & yehna (for clarification due to a long series of events, jenna and yehna are sharing the same body)

explaining the context of this excerpt and how we got here will take too long but tl;dr if you are not comfortable with benign and neutral body exploration relating to what people consider “sexual characteristics” (ie and mainly breasts/boobs/tits) then don’t read.

Jenna stood in front of the mirror. It wasn’t often that she took a good look at herself; it wasn’t something she thought about. She knew what she looked like and had categorized her features like a checklist to easily answer any demographic conversation if it should arise. But, it was wholly unimportant to see them together in her opinion. But now looking, with one green eye watchfully regarding her, Jenna realized that some things had changed since she last looked.

Her head was still small, shaped like a heart her mother told her. Her eyes, or, eye, was still brown and was still downturned like the natural shape of her mouth. Her lips were still full and round, similar to her nose, which also hadn’t changed. Even her eyebrows, with their thick patches of dark hair that slimmed out near the tips was the same. Her hair, however, braided and tangled— maybe a bit matted—had changed. The blonde, present since she was a child, finally creeping up towards her ears and towards where her eyes rested. She hadn’t realized it’d traveled up this far and, at this pace, she’d be fully blonde by the end of the year. Maybe sooner than that.

Jenna’s eyes trailed downwards, and up til now, Yehna hadn’t said anything. She never truly heard her Reaper counterpart before she spoke; her mouth would simply start moving on its own without her having a say in the matter of Yehna wanted to speak. She couldn’t communicate to anyone but Carlos how Yehna’s frequent emotive expressions that crossed and twisted her visage were painful; her facial muscles not used to such vigor. Yet Yehna let her have this reign, this quiet moment.

But that wasn’t why they were here.

Jenna slowly unzipped her blue downy sweater. She wore it so often it was like a second skin, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever existed outside of it. She let it drop to the floor. Her grey tank top exposed her arms to the room and she felt uncomfortable goosebumps immediately rise on her skin. The cold was prickly and stinging. She wanted to retreat underneath her covers but she didn’t. Yehna still said nothing.

Carefully, Jenna pulled the tank top over her head, then let both it and her arms fall to her sides.

She studied her breasts in the mirror curiously.

The development of her body was also new. Jenna was used to the formlessness that came with her blue sweater. It was never something anyone brought up, neither her moms or Carlos. She knew, intrinsically, how her body would likely form. She felt the curves of Kashmira whenever she was held close to her chest in a hug, yet she knew it was possible to become more lanky and lithe like Adunni. Still, there was a wonderment when she looked at the shape of those in her favorite pinup magazines. Tall women. Short men. Fat women. Skinny men. Curved and uncurved alike. Yet she never gave herself much thought until now.

Without realizing, she had cupped them between her hands. They fit nicely, and had an unobtrusive weight about them. Goosebumps formed on them easily like her arms, and the pinch and sting of the cold hardened her nipples until the bloomed like little mountains on top of her areola.

“Soft.” Yehna whispered through her in a rasp. When Jenna glanced up, she saw Yehna’s green eye staring back at her intently. “It feels like skin.” Jenna answered. But it was a fascinating sensation none the less. Between a thumb and forefinger, she felt Yehna roll her left nipple curiously, and while it didn’t hurt it made one of them gasp. Who, she didn’t know. Perhaps both of them.

#this excerpt isn’t done either #s: jenna the reaper #adding mature tag bc oh wow i said breasts ooga booga #also doing this on mobile browser is a specific hell #ren writing #suggestive #s: the liminal space series

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bellakitse · 4 years ago

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Carlos and Grace save the world

Carlos is surprised at first when Grace seeks him out, but when she explains that she’s worried about her neighbor possibly being abused by her husband, Carlos instantly agrees to help.

They become friends.

The story I wish they had in 2x05

(I started working on this about two weeks ago when we heard that Grace and Carlos would have a story together in the last episode. I then put it on hold to work on the tarlos valentine’s event. At the time, I was worried that the story would be pointless after the episode, and then the episode happened, and the story was given about a minute of airtime, so I figured I would finish this.)

Warnings for: Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Threats of Violence, and Knife injury.

Carlos will admit he’s a little surprised when Grace seeks him out. They don’t really know each other that well. The only interaction they really have is when he’s answering one of her dispatch calls. Or when the 126 is having some kind of gathering at the station like now.

Still, they don’t really talk.

“Officer Reyes?” she greets him with a tentative smile, coming up to him as he pours himself a glass of water. Around them, the 126 and extended friends and family mingle. They’d finally come together to honor Tim the way they couldn’t when the wildfires were roaring.

“Mrs. Ryder, hello,” he answers politely. He points at the pitcher of cold water in his hand, offering to pour her some.

“I’m good,” she answers with a shake of her head and another smile. “And please, call me Grace.”

“Only if you call me Carlos, ma’am,” he gives her a smile of his own; it grows as she lets out an amused chuckle and nods in agreement.

“Okay, that’s a deal.”

“Good,” he says jokingly. He puts the pitcher back in the fridge before turning to give her his full attention, frowning when he finds her fidgeting, shifting from foot to foot nervously. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m not sure,” Grace blurts out, looking as surprised as him. “I wanted to talk to you about something, but now I’m not sure if I should, or if it’s any of my business – or if I’m even just imagining things and overreacting.”

Carlos raises an eyebrow at the woman’s run-on sentence. “Well,” he starts off slowly and with caution. “I know we don’t know each other very well – ”

“We should change that,” Grace interrupts him with a kind smile on her pretty face.

“I completely agree,” Carlos concurs, liking Grace’s welcoming presence even before this conversation. “But what I do know about you is that you just don’t seem like the type of person who overreacts. So why don’t you tell me what’s going on, and we’ll see if I can help,” he finishes with what he hopes is an encouraging look.

“TK got himself a good one,” she says with a fondness that makes him blush slightly. “Okay, so I have this new neighbor, Rosie,” she starts to tell him.

Carlos listens as Grace explains about the newly married couple on her block, Rosie, a jumpy young thing, and her husband, Derek. He frowns as Grace tells him about her first encounter with them, the way the girl went from friendly and lively when they were alone in her front yard to subdued the moment her husband showed up.

“I can’t explain it,” Grace lets out a frustrated exhale. “He was friendly enough; he didn’t grab her in any way that would raise concerns, and yet alarm bells went off the moment he walked up to us. Even as she was smiling, there was something in her eyes that has stuck with me.” Grace sighs again. “Like I said, maybe I’m overreacting, looking for trouble where there isn’t any.”

“Grace,” Carlos starts with a shake of his head. “I have been on a number of your calls, and I hear you over the radio. You are an amazing operator because you have good instincts. If you’re worried about this girl, I don’t doubt you saw a reason for it. What does Judd say?”

Grace’s expression softens at the mention of her husband, her eyes shining with love and affection. “I haven’t told him yet. Judd, bless him, is so tenderhearted and protective. If I said to him that I think something is wrong with this slip of a girl, you better believe he would be pounding down their door before we even find out if something is really wrong.”

Carlos gives her an understanding smile. “Sounds like TK,” he tells her, earning a chuckle in return.

“Why do you think they clashed when they first started working together?” she questions with a twinkle in her eye that lets him know she’s heard as many complaints about TK from Judd as he’s heard from TK about her husband. “Those two are reckless softies who want to save the whole world, and if no one is there to check them, they dive in headfirst,” she says with a pointed look at him.

“Is that supposed to be us?” he questions jokingly. “We’re going to keep them in check?”

Grace shrugs easily. “Well, I married mine, so I pretty much signed up for the job. You’re still dating, so that’s up to you to decide.”

“Can you be my support group?” he questions. It’s not like he really needs to decide after all. He might not be married to TK yet, but he has known since the night of the solar flares and maybe even before that, that it’s his job to keep TK safe.

Grace grins at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners from her smile. “We can meet on Wednesdays for pie.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Carlos says easily, only half-joking. He likes Grace’s easy energy and can see himself becoming good friends with her. “Now, how do I help you with Rosie?”

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“You and Grace were talking for a while back at the station.”

Carlos looks up from the book in his hand over at TK as he comes out of the bathroom into his bedroom. He licks his lips as he takes his boyfriend in, dressed only in a pair of grey sweats that rest low on his hips.

“Carlos?” TK questions as he runs a towel over his hair, a smile taking over his face when Carlos jerks his gaze from all the tantalizing skin.

“Huh?” he questions, blinking a few times, hoping to focus. He blushes slightly at the knowing chuckle TK gives him in response.

TK throws the towel in the hamper before he crosses the distance to him. He presses a knee on the bed by his thigh, throwing the other over him.

Carlos quickly drops his book on the bedside table, freeing his hands to place them on TK’s hips as he comes to sit on his lap. He runs his thumbs over the soft skin right at the edge of TK’s sweats. This time it’s his turn to smile in satisfaction as the simple touch causes TK to shiver under it, his eyes going hazy and soft as he looks down at him.

“Don’t think you’re distracting me,” TK accuses him softly, even as he sits more firmly on Carlos’ lap, arching into his touch as he moves his hands from his hips to his back, fingers touching the constellation of freckles he now knows by memory. “You two looked deep in conversation. Is everything okay?”

“Grace has a neighbor she’s worried about,” he tells him, watching as TK goes from soft to tense and alert. “She has a bad feeling about the woman’s husband and asked for my opinion as a cop.”

TK frowns, concern replacing the previously touch-induced daze on his face. It’s not surprising to Carlos in the least. He’s pretty sure he’s never met anyone more empathetic than his boyfriend.

“Does she think he’s hurting her?” he asks, worrying his bottom lip in distress.

Carlos runs his hands up and down TK’s back once more, this time not to arouse but comfort. “Maybe,” he says with caution. From everything Grace told him, he understands her worry, but he also doesn’t want to make up an opinion before having all the facts. “She’s going to visit her tomorrow with some food as a late ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ thing, and asked me to tag along.”

TK bites down on his lip even harder, causing Carlos to reach up and press his thumb against it until he releases it. “Hey,” he starts softly. He tips TK’s chin to look at him in the eyes. “It’s fine. I’m just going for support and to offer a helping hand if there’s something to Grace’s concerns.”

“You’ll be careful?” TK questions, his voice low and worried. “Domestic situations have a way of spiraling out of control quickly.”

“Of course,” he answers, tugging TK forward. He lets out a content sound as TK settles on top of him. He turns his face into TK’s damp hair, giving it a kiss. “Everything will be fine, I promise,” he whispers, holding his boyfriend close.

Later, the promise will ring loudly in his ears.

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“Relax,” he says to Grace quietly as they stand on Rosie’s front steps. He arrived at the Ryder’s home thirty minutes earlier and waited as Grace finished her peach cobbler before they crossed the street, food in hand. “You’re just being friendly, and I’m tagging along for the ride.”

“Right,” Grace murmurs back as she presses the doorbell. She spares him a look with a raised brow. “That’s a nice shirt, by the way.”

“TK got it for me a few weeks ago,” he says, running a hand down the light-weight cream color polo. “The color makes me look less intimidating, don’t you think?”

Grace’s mouth quirks upward in amusement. “Carlos, sweetheart, you’re massive. I don’t think a soft-colored shirt will hide what you’re packing. Luckily you have a kind, gentle face to balance out all those muscles.”

Carlos grins at her, his smile growing when she rolls her eyes at him. “Yeah, you’re cute,” she mocks sarcastically, her dimples winking at him.

Carlos laughs at the begrudging compliment and Grace’s teasing ways. It reminds him a lot of his sisters and the way they gently like to mess with him. He’s still mid-laugh when a young woman with long light-brown hair and big green eyes opens the door. Her eyes remind him of TK, and he instantly feels protective of her. He remembers Grace calling her a slip of a girl, and he understands why. She’s small and sweet-looking in a heavy long sleeve shirt and print leggings.

“Grace?” she questions curiously, her eyes shifting quickly from Grace to him and back again.

“Hi Rosie,” Grace greets her with a bright smile that convincingly hides the tension she had moments ago. “This is my friend Carlos,” she points to him, not adding anything else. Better to keep her attention off him as he studies her. He takes in her clothes again, the shirt so big the sleeves come down to her fingertips, the thickness odd for the current warm weather. “He was visiting, and I mentioned I hadn’t had a chance to properly welcome you to the neighborhood, so we made you cobbler. Can we come in?”

Carlos smiles in what he hopes is friendly and reassuring as Rosie sneaks a look at him again. She looks over her shoulder towards the inside of the house before giving them a nod. “Sure, Derek is not home anyway,” she says, stepping aside to let them in.

He lets Grace cross the threshold first, but not before sharing a pointed look with his friend. The mention of her husband and her being comfortable with letting them in because he isn’t home already setting an alarm off for him.

“Sorry about the mess,” she says as she follows them into the living room, where there are still a few moving boxes on the floor. “I haven’t had a chance to put everything away,” she says with a self-conscious chuckle. “I can’t make up my mind where I want things to go. It drives Derek crazy.”

“It’s fine,” he tells her with an understanding smile, speaking for the first time. “When I first moved into my place, it took me a month to put up curtains because I couldn’t decide what color I wanted.”

Rosie gives him a small smile, her shoulders relaxing slightly at his comment. It only makes Carlos more tense and aware. He’s already starting to see what Grace was talking about. Even with the friendly smile on the girl’s face, there is an air of tension around her as she moves – the slightest shake of her hands as she takes the cobbler from Grace while she asks where Derek is.

“Oh, who knows,” she answers with a smile that looks more like a grimace. “He likes to wander about. This looks delicious Grace, thank you. I can’t bake to save my life,” she says with an awkward laugh. “I’ll serve some up, be right back.”

They watch Rosie walk into the kitchen silently before they turn to each other.

“Okay,” he starts once they’re alone. “You’re right something is up. She’s nervous, even scared. She only let us in because he’s not here, and I don’t like how she put herself down twice already, like someone who’s used to hearing negative things about themselves.”

“It’s pretty warm for a sweater today,” Grace comments quietly, her brow wrinkling in the middle as she frowns. “I don’t want to be right about this, Carlos,” she whispers, obviously pained by the idea.

Carlos has only known Rosie for a few minutes, and he knows exactly how she feels. He opens his mouth to reassure her that they will not leave without helping the young woman when the front door opens and the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

Derek – is almost as tall as him but slimmer, with limp, dirty blond hair and cold blue eyes. He has a mean look on his face that Carlos doesn’t like one bit.

“Who the fuck are you?” he sneers at them, making zero effort to hide the fact that he is not happy they’re in his home.

“Derek!” Rosie exclaims as she walks back into the living room with two small plates in her hands. Her eyes are wide as she looks at her husband. “Hi, baby,” she says, trying to smooth her expression out but failing as her eyes dart back and forth rapidly. “You remember Grace, right? She’s our neighbor from across the street.”

“Hello again, Derek,” Grace greets him, but there isn’t a hint of a smile on her face as she looks at him like a bug.

Derek notices if the way his eyes narrow is anything to go by. He turns to him with a raised eyebrow. “And you? Who are you?”

Carlos wonders for a second how he should play this, but as he catches Derek’s angry looks at his wife and how Rosie seems to be shrinking into herself the longer she stands by the archway of the room, he decides to rip the bandaid off and let the chips fall where they may. “I’m a friend of Grace’s, Officer Carlos Reyes with Austin Police.”

The reactions are, unfortunately, instant. Rosie drops one of the plates she’s holding in fright while Derek snaps his neck to look at her.

“What the fuck have you been saying?” he questions her, taking a menacing step forward.

Carlos moves too, getting in the space between them, holding up his hands defensively to Derek. “Back up, man,” he warns him, his voice hardening.

The ugly twist of Derek’s face grows nastier, meaner, and now that he’s closer, Carlos can smell the bourbon coming off him.

“Seriously, Derek, back the fuck up,” he grits out through clenched teeth when the guy takes another step forward, ignoring his warnings.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” Derek all but shouts angrily. “This is my house, and I’ll do whatever the hell I want.”

“Like hurt Rosie?” Grace asks him with a stern look, and while Carlos understands the sentiment, he groans internally at the question and the way it takes Derek’s focus off him to Grace. Behind him, he can hear Rosie quietly crying.

“And what if I do,” Derek questions with another sneer. “What are you or anyone else going to do about it? She’s my wife. I can do what I want with her.”

Grace looks at Derek with the same look of disgust he feels. Quietly he pulls out his phone and sends a quick message to his partner, grateful he had the forethought of mentioning the situation to her before he came.

“Only cowards hurt their wives,” Grace answers with another nauseated look and shake of her head.

Carlos admires her bravery. It proves the wrong thing to say, though, as Derek sticks his hand in his pocket and Carlos catches a flash of silver.

“You have a smart mouth on you, don’t ya?” Derek snarls at Grace with a switchblade in his hand.

He moves, and Carlos does too without really thinking. Like with Rosie, he gets between Derek and Grace, only this time Derek is ready, and he swings his knife-carrying hand at him.

Grace and Rosie both shout, Grace quickly moving out of the way and towards the young woman when she tries to step forward to intervene.

“Derek, stop!”

“Put the knife down, Derek! He’s a cop!”

Derek doesn’t listen to either of them, and neither can Carlos, as he jumps back to avoid the knife being lunged at him. The fight happens for Carlos in a blur as he tries to avoid the blade, disarm Derek and keep him from turning his rage toward Rosie or Grace.

“Please stop!” Rosie screams again, loud, and so scared it breaks Carlos’ focus for a moment. Unfortunately, it’s a moment too long, and he lets out a shout of his own as the knife pierces his skin on the left side of his flank.

Grace shouts, alarmed. “Carlos!”

He holds her back with one hand as she rushes towards him. She shoves it away, placing hers on his wound to put pressure as his shirt quickly stains with his blood.

Derek stares wide at him, the realization of what he’s done coming over his face. He doesn’t have a chance to react further than that as Austin Police barges through the door, Carlos’ partner at the front.

Carlos leans on Grace heavily, and Rosie comes forward to help him stay up as the three of them watch Derek be dragged to his knees and handcuffed.

“You can’t stay out of trouble even on your day off, Reyes,” his partner shakes his head at him before signaling for EMS to come in.

He tries to roll his eyes at her, but he’s starting to feel lightheaded, and he’s just grateful when the gurney rumbles in.

Rosie and Grace hand him off, but not before Rosie apologizes, he tries to reassure her, but he finds it hard to speak as he gets sleepier. He thinks he hears Grace tell her it’s not her fault, and he nods tiredly in agreement.

Looking over at Grace, he smiles, hoping it will ease the worried look on her face. “TK is gonna be pissed about the shirt,” he jokes right before he passes out.

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Carlos wakes up to bright lights in his eyes. He groans, annoyed at them as he tries to cover his face and finds that he’s tugging on his IV.

The hospital, shit.

“Everything will be fine, I promise,” says a soft mocking voice to his right, and when he turns his head, he’s not at all surprised to find TK sitting there with a raised eyebrow, trying to hide his worry behind a sarcastic look. “Getting stabbed, needing surgery, and having your spleen removed doesn’t scream ‘everything is fine’ Carlos Reyes.”

“Hey, baby,” he rasps out, his throat dry like the Sahara. “Sorry about that.”

TK gets up with a deep sigh. He crosses the distance to him and leans down, pressing a kiss on his forehead before he lays his against Carlos’. “You were being a big damn hero, so I forgive you,” he whispers as he touches his nose to Carlos’. “But if you can please avoid getting hurt while you save the world next time, I would appreciate it.”

Carlos makes a humming noise in the back of his throat, closing his eyes for a moment as he basks in TK’s closeness.

“I would have to agree.”

Carlos opens his eyes to find two other people in the room he didn’t notice before. Grace and Judd sit on the other two chairs of the room, both standing when he looks over at them. They walk together to the foot of his bed, and Grace wraps her hand around his ankle, giving it a squeeze.

“If we are going to be friends and go on adventures together, you can’t end up stabbed, honey,” she says with a sweet smile on her face.

“Carlos and Grace save the world,” TK says with a proud but dry smile. He looks over at Judd, sharing a look with the older man. “God help us, brother,” he says, getting a severe nod in return from the cowboy, while Grace scoffs at both of them.

“We didn’t save the world,” Carlos protests at the repeat of those words.

“Tell that to that sweet, scared little thing you two helped get away from her abusive husband,” Judd answers, still somber.

“Yeah,” TK agrees with a nod. He combs a soothing hand through Carlos’ curls. “Pretty sure Rosie would tell you differently.”

“Is she okay?” He asks, seeking Grace’s eyes, letting a relieved exhale when she nods.

“Your partner had a social worker ready, and they are setting her up as we speak,” Grace assures him. “She said thank you.”

Carlos lets out another deep breath. “That’s good.”

Grace looks at him for a moment with a small frown on her face. “You had them ready, even when we weren’t sure if I was right – “

“I trust your judgment, Grace,” he interrupts, answering her silent question. “You knew – so I prepared.”

Grace gives his ankle another squeeze, and Carlos nods at her in understanding.

“We should go,” she says with a smile. “I’m sure TK wants to scold you some more and then smother you with kisses.”

TK lets out a sound of protest that has Judd snorting. It makes Carlos chuckle despite the pain it causes.

“Pie on Wednesday?” he asks Grace, grinning at the twinkle that enters her eyes as she smiles back widely at him.

“I’ll see you in my kitchen – 4ish?” she points at him. She starts to turn with Judd after he agrees, but the older man stands still, looking at him.

“Thanks for keeping my baby safe, brother,” Judd says to him quietly.

Carlos swallows hard, the weight of the words impacting him. He looks up at TK to find him staring at him with a soft loving look on his face. “You keep mine safe all the time, just returning the favor.”

The Ryders both smile at him as they leave; Grace makes a signal that she’ll call him, blowing him and TK a kiss before closing the door, leaving them alone.

“So you and Grace are friends now.”

“Yeah,” Carlos answers, smiling at the comment and how true it is. They’re friends now.

“That’s cool,” TK says, smiling as he sits at the edge of his bed. “But for mine and Judd’s sake, can you two keep the dangerous situations to a minimum?”

Carlos snorts at the comment, grinning when TK rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbles sarcastically. “Look who’s talking, right?”

“You said it, not me.”

TK shakes his head, but his expression goes soft as he looks at him. “I was so scared when Grace called me,” he tells him with a trembling smile. “But then she told us how you kept her and Rosie safe, and I was so proud of you, baby.”

Carlos reaches for him, tugging on his hand until TK gets the hint, and lies next to him on the small bed, resting his head on Carlos’ shoulder, his arm going around him, careful of his wound.

“I love you,” TK whispers into the slope of his neck.

Carlos closes his eyes as tiredness starts to take over again. He’s in some mild pain, and he’s sure there is gonna be a mountain of paperwork later waiting for him, but Grace and Rosie are safe, and he’s in TK’s arms, so everything is okay in his book.

He turns his face towards TK’s, finding it inches away as TK looks up at him.

Pressing a kiss against his lips, swallowing the soft, peaceful sigh TK lets out, he whispers back. “I love you too.”

#911 lone star #carlos reyes #grace ryder #tarlos #tarlos fic #grace & carlos fic #911 lone star fic #my writing

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tngrace · 4 years ago

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Hoodies are for Comfort

Based off the promo for 2.08 & helped along by @moviegeek03 . Girl your support means everything & I hope this fic delivers everything you want

GTHB Masterlist; Read on A03

Carlos was currently holding his boyfriend on the couch with the TV playing quietly in the background. TK was currently wearing his favorite grey hoodie and over top of that was Carlos’s zip-up APD hoodie with sweats and two pairs of socks. TK always insisted he likes Carlos’s hoodies better because they always provided more comfort. So Carlos had done his best to find one that would fit over the one TK was currently wearing, even though his hoodies usually swallowed TK whole. TK also had every blanket from the living room laid over him, and he was still shivering a little. Carlos hated it; he just wanted to warm TK up.

“Hey, you still awake?” he murmurs as he cards a hand through TK’s hair being as careful as possible of the stitches in the back of his head.

"Mmmm," TK hums softly as he leans back on Carlos more.

"Mmm is not good enough," Carlos teases as he kisses the back of TK's neck.

"Babe," TK whines softly as he burrows further in the covers and hoodies.

"I know. I'm sorry. But I can't let you sleep yet. That's what we promised the doctor when he released you. Otherwise you'd still be there."

"I know," TK sighs. "But I just wanna sleep and it's too cold."

Carlos runs a hand to TK's forehead. "You're pretty warm mi amor." Hr reaches for the thermometer on the side table beside him. He holds it to TK's ear and watches the numbers rise filling him with more relief. "You're right below normal," Carlos tells him, showing him the thermometer.

TK nods as he relaxes more into Carlos. "Can probably sleep for a little bit," TK murmurs.

Carlos let's out a soft sigh. "Ok short nap. I'm waking you in an hour," he says as TK gets comfy, being careful of the bruises and stitches. Carlos tucks the blankets around him more, and sets an alarm to wake TK in an hour. He softly keeps his hand moving through TK's hair as TK falls right to sleep.

Carlos softly kisses his head as he thinks back over the most stressful twenty-four hours of his life.

When he'd gotten the call from Owen that the entire paramedic team was not responding and appeared off grid going on an hour and half, he'd felt worried. When he'd broken away from his dad with the excuse of a case even though he'd just clocked out, he thought they'd find them quickly. Only he discovered the empty parking garage, and TK wasn't answering his calls, texts or SOS messages.

They reported it like they were supposed to, Grace having already alerted her supervisors the paramedics weren't responding. His entire precinct was on the case, even some of his off duty friends coming in to help. The 126 team still descended on the parking garage as one unit, but split off into pairs to looks for their missing members not wanting to be left out of the search for their family. Judd declared he was going with Carlos, having taken on the captain role for Owen who was equally distressed he couldn't reach his son. Paul took Owen leaving Marjan and Mateo to team up.

Carlos nods knowing Judd is right, so they stop for coffee and a sandwich. Judd makes the comment trying to fill the silence and distract Carlos about wrapping TK in bubble wrap and never letting him leave the station again, and Carlos can't help but agree. He thought the medic job would be safer and he wouldn't have to worry about grey hair just yet. But TK, as always, is proving him wrong. "Hey, isn't your dad a Ranger?" Judd asks.

After three hours of looking and tracing every step they could think of with no luck, Carlos was at his wits in. Judd was making him take a coffee break, despite his instance to keep going. "Carlos, you're not gonna be any good to him if you don't take a minute for yourself. Believe me I wanna find him just as bad, but he's gonna need you in top shape."

"Yea. Why?" Carlos asks confused at the change in direction of conversation.

"Just thinking he might have some pull somewhere we could use."

Carlos nods as he thinks it over. It doesn't take him long and he's pulling out his phone making the call. He gives his dad the short version and agrees to wait for him at the coffee shop. "He doesn't know about us," Carlos tells Judd quietly not meeting his eyes.

"I know. TK told me. I won't tell your secret Reyes, but I hate to be the one to break it to ya. If your dad is anywhere as smart as I image he is, he's going to figure it out. You're not gonna be able to hide that emotion," Judd says gesturing to his face.

Carlos nods knowing Judd is right. They sit in silence for a few more minutes before he sees his dad's truck pull up behind Judd's. "Could you give me a minute with him? I'll tell him, then we can go."

"Course," Judd nods as he heads out to his truck, nodding at Carlos's dad as he goes. Carlos tells his dad the truth, that one of the missing paramedics is his boyfriend and that he'll explain more on that later, before he tells his dad all the case facts they know. "We'll find him," Gabriel says squeezing Carlos's shoulder. Carlos does his best to hold back the tears, but one does escape.

They leave the little coffee shop in Gabriel's truck as Gabriel makes some calls. As they drive around Carlos explains things to his dad, Judd having decided to follow them so Carlos could speak freely. He hates the pained look on his dad's face when he explains why he lied and how long he and TK had been a couple, but thankfully he doesn't press Carlos for more than he's willing to share just yet.

It takes another 2 hours before TK's phone location comes back on; it takes another 30 minutes for them to get to the location. Carlos and his dad go in guns drawn not waiting for backup having gotten a text Nancy covertly sent from TK's phone because his was the only one not busted. The rest of the 126 arrive not long after them. Tommy and Nancy appear unhurt, but shook up and terrified. When Nancy told Carlos that TK was in the freezer, he panicked. He opened the door and saw TK slumped against the wall passed out with blood on the back of his head. Thankfully he hadn't been in there too long Tommy informed them, but long enough his body temperature had dropped, and he had stopped shaking despite the cold.

Gabriel shooed Carlos into the back of the ambulance with the promise to talk to Andrea for him and to check on them soon. "Thanks Dad" Carlos says trying to hold back his tears as he climbed in the back with his boy. It took several hours in the ER for TK to get stitched up from being pistol whipped Carlos learned, and for his temperature to come up enough for them to be released. He had a concussion, six stitches and several bruises on top of almost severe hypothermia. They're discharged about eight am with strict instructions to take it easy and return if TK's symptoms worsen.

Carlos let's out another soft sigh as he kisses the top of TK's head glad his boy is safe in his arms once more. Today, well yesterday at this point, had been one of the scariest of his life. He didn't know what he'd do if he ever really lost TK. He knows he needs to call his parents too; needs to properly talk to them about the new bomb he just dropped on them, but he can't bring himself to do it just yet. He feels emotionally drained, but he can't sleep either, fearing something will happen to TK while he's asleep.

"You're thinking too much," he hears murmured as TK tries to burrow closer. Even though his temperature is almost back to normal, he can't shake the cold feeling.

"Sorry cariño," Carlos whispers as he adjusts to TK's wiggling. He tucks the blankets around him more, and before he can ask TK if he's ok, there is a knock at his door making him furrow his brow. He silences his alarm to wake TK, even though TK woke on his own, thankfully.

"Who the?" He questions not happy about the interruption.

"Probably dad," TK sighs knowing Owen has asked for hourly updates, which he thought was a little ridiculous. He knows his dad wants to talk about his and his mom's previous behavior, and try to make amends, but TK just isn't ready to deal with his parents’ problems yet.

Carlos rearranges TK on the couch before he goes to open the door. Carlos is extremely shocked when he opens it to see his parents standing there. Gabriel is holding a crock pot that Carlos is almost positive is full by the smell, and Andrea is holding a rather large bag.

"Mamì? Dad?" Carlos greets as he opens the door wider at Andrea's expectant look.

"Carlitos," she smiles patting his cheek as she walks by.

"Don't try and argue with her mijo," Gabriel says heading for the kitchen when he sees the argument forming on the tip of Carlos’s tongue.

"Don't you dare," Andrea says to TK when she sees him trying to sit up and uncover. "I hear you've had a rather rough day TK. So please stay put," she says as Carlos stares on with the most adorably confused face.

She turns to her son next, "Well Carlitos not even a hug again?" She questions with a grin reminding them of the farmer's market day.

"Mamì," he groans but he does hug her. "What are you doing here?" He finally asks.

"Manners mijo! I raised you better than that," she scolds making TK giggle a little as Carlos blushes. He does finally make his way back to the couch to help TK prop up more as Andrea pushes him that way. He sits beside him, TK understanding Carlos is not comfortable with a lap full of boyfriend in front of his parents.

"Your dad explained everything that happened," Andrea starts as Gabriel joins them, and they finally sit across from the boys. "So I made your favorite Chile Verde for you two and brought a surprise," she says with a large grin as she finally digs into the bag she carried in.

"You really didn't have to go through all this trouble mam," TK says as Andrea starts pulling out a gorgeous quilt. He sees Carlos's eyes go wide and is slightly confused.

"Nonsense," Andrea says carrying the quilt over to the couch. “And you don’t have to ‘mam’ me even though it’s sweet,” she grins at him. Carlos still hasn't said anything, and it's really stressing TK out. "Besides I wanted to. Chile Verde is Carlos's favorite soup, and it will warm you right up. This will too," she says tucking the quilt around TK atop his mound of blankets. "This was Carlos's favorite, especially when he was sick. His Abuela made it when Gabriel and I got married. Carlos always told me he wanted it when he was older. His sisters all have one picked out as well, and I figured now would be a good time to give it to him."

"Mamì," Carlos finally chokes out his eyes filled with tears. TK sneaks a hand out from under all the blankets and lays it on Carlos's knee giving it a squeeze.

Andrea moves over and cups Carlos's cheek before kissing his forehead. "Shhh mijo," she whispers as she wipes his tears, hearing everything he can't say just yet. "We love you, and that's all that needs to be said right now," she whispers hearing her husband agree.

Carlos nods and let’s his mama hug him tight. He feels TK squeezing his knee. “Gracìas Mamì,” he murmurs as she moves back to sit by Gabriel.

They stay a little longer, getting to know TK, which helps Carlos keep him awake a while longer. The soup is absolutely delicious, and TK praises Andrea for passing her culinary skills on to Carlos. When they see both boys on the verge of crashing from exhaustion, they decide to head back to the ranch. Andrea makes them promise to come out for Sunday dinner soon as well as call if they were to need anything in the coming days. Carlos promises they will, and promises to have dinner even sooner with just his parents so they can talk like they need to.

Once he sees them out, he helps TK up off the couch to go to bed. TK insists on taking the quilt because it is super warm and will look amazing on their bed. They curl up together, TK finally feeling warm and happy and Carlos feeling exhausted enough to sleep. Things might not always be perfect, but they'll always have each other and their family.

#911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #gthb #good things happen bingo #writers life

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diyeoracha · 4 years ago

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IwaOi Fanfiction Masterlist with 90+ Works

Hello! In celebration accumulating over 290 bookmarks on my AO3 account featuring IwaOi, Haikyuu S4 part 2, and @haikyuuweek2020 (Day 7 - Free Choice), I decided to create a masterlist of all of my favorite Iwaoi fics in order to keep myself organized as well as contributing to more traffic for those works! Works are split up into genres such as alternate universe (either not childhood friends or set on Earth), angst, canon compliant (post timeskip with spoilers), canon divergent (childhood friends but divergent timeline post timeskip), high school, and university au

Formatting update: Jan 13, 2021 (spacing is wonky on the mobile app!).

Fic update: Jan 7, 2021

This is incomplete as I got distracted while re-reading a lot of these and have only gone through half of my bookmarks, but feel free to check my own page here for the rest of them! I really do hope you guys enjoy reading these and leave comments and kudos! Please reblog and like so more people can enjoy

Titles marked with (♡) are my absolute favorites and there’s a chance I cried while reading them but otherwise they’re in alphabetical order

Alternate Universe

an allegory of all the things we could’ve been

Word count: 16k

Summary: “I don’t know anything about some red string,” Iwaizumi murmurs into the cracks of Oikawa’s skin, “or even about lifetimes or fate. But no matter where you are, I’ll find you. Gods or otherwise.” Reincarnation AU

And All the Prince’s Men

Word count: 65k

Summary: “Father only loves that which he owns, and I am the one thing that can never truly be his.” Royalty AU

Built a Temple in Me

Word count: 55k

Summary: Up the mossy mountain steps, past the komainu guardians and the faded red gate, and beyond the boundaries of the green shrine—that’s where the forest and the spirit world within it lies. That’s were Hajime met him, and where their story began.But intertwining of destinies can be ugly business, Hajime finds, when their first meeting begins with blood and the too-human eyes of a beast. God Oikawa AU

Quote: It fills his heart anyway, heals the hole in his chest that had been bleeding since he cut Tooru so forcibly from him.

Cotton Breathing

Word count: 13k

Summary: Long-distance and summer only but childhood friends AU

Conquering the Great King

Word count: 105k

Summary: Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

Quote: Oikawa's eyes twitched wide for less than a second, his knee pressed in hard against Iwaizumi's thigh, "I may be gorgeous, but I'm not a doll."

dear diary, i met a boy

Word count: 15k

Summary: Iwaizumi's first impression of his upstairs neighbor involves getting woken up at two in the morning to the sound of Oikawa singing along to trashy pop music. He'd thought it would get better, but it all just goes downhill from there. Modern AU

Desperado

Word count: 82k

Summary: Clearly Iwaizumi had a checkered past. Kyoutani has never asked about it, nor has Iwaizumi ever brought it up. He knows it’s a sore spot for his mentor, just like the gorgeous Monte Carlo he keeps hidden away is, so he leaves it alone. Out on the streets, you learn a little something about when to turn a blind eye in order to survive; Kyoutani knows better than most to leave the past of men like Iwaizumi well alone. Heist AU

Even Heroes (have the right to dream)

Word count: 20k

Summary: Oikawa Tooru, ace reporter of the superhero beat of Asahi Shimbun, hates superheroes. Or maybe he just hasn’t met the knight one yet. Superhero AU

♡Infinite Risks

Word count: 8k

Summary: “It’s my fate,” Oikawa responds slowly. He’s crying. “It’s too lonely,” Iwaizumi’s heart sounded broken. “And I’m not there with you. Not really.” Edge of Tomorrow AU

In Defense of Reptiles

Word count: 9k

Summary: In their seventh year, Oikawa is chosen to be the Hogwarts champion in the Triwizard Tournament, and Iwaizumi suffers. Harry Potter AU

Quote: “You are so spoiled,” Iwaizumi tells him, but lets him shuffle down until Iwaizumi’s hand is now running through Oikawa’s hair instead of rubbing his shoulder.

In the Telling

Word count: 6k

Summary: Muggleborn Iwaizumi could not be less impressed with pureblood Oikawa Tooru. Harry Potter AU

♡Lockdown

Word count: 72k

Summary: Within the first few months of his stay, Oikawa gets caught up in a war between cellblocks, becomes a prime target, and must decide just how far he's willing to go to protect Iwaizumi Hajime. Prison AU

♡long nights, no peace

Word count: 18k

Summary: It's the steady knowledge that Iwaizumi Hajime will always be someone that he can rely on, that no matter what the world throws at the two of them, they share in a piece of each other's soul. Pacific Rim AU

Quote: Quiet settles between them softly, like the warm pressure of the blanket, or Iwaizumi's fingers curling to lightly hold the fabric of Oikawa's shirt.

The Long Light

Word count: 36k

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime's seventh year at Hogwarts begins, and begins, and begins, and begins. Somehow, Oikawa Tooru is always there. Harry Potter AU

Magic Man

Word count: 12k

Summary: Oikawa is named the most desirable wizard in France. Iwaizumi is not impressed. Harry Potter AU

Quote: You keep saying partner or them. Is it rude of me to ask you to clarify?

Meet me in the grey area

Word count: 24k

Summary: Set in a hero/villain AU with Iwa as our trusty hero and Oikawa as our charming villain

Saw You at the Fish Market

Word count: 14k

Summary: In other words, Oikawa befriends hot part-time worker Iwaizumi and tries to impress him both off and on the court, in hopes of more.

♡♡ (sing with me) A Song of Conquest and Fate

Word count: 26k

Summary: When Seijou receives a missive from Aobajousai to discuss a potential peace, its emperor Oikawa Tooru could not have foreseen the series of events that would follow. Historical fantasy AU

Similar Creatures

Word count: 53k

Summary: "What's your name?" "Whatever you want it to be."(Or, Oikawa gets directions from an attractive stranger on a street corner.). Escort AU

♡Something Like Us

Word count: 28k

Summary: Friends since childhood, Oikawa and Iwaizumi now live together, both playing for the National Team. It's no secret that athletes who are bonded perform better. So if the two of them happen to bond...It'd be for the good of the team, right? A/B/O AU

Space

Word count: 44k

Summary: Tries not to think of his rooftop garden, or the apartment he used to inhabit, or Hajime’s broken expression on the night they whispered their goodbyes before Tooru’s launch, attempting to push it all to the back of his mind behind visions of this alien world terraformed. Astronaut AU

Stop the Time

Word count: 10k

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, E.R. nurse at University of Tokyo Hospital. Hospital AU

♡♡The Loyalty of A Traitor

Word count: 76k

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime was an undercover officer with a single objective: Infiltrate the Seijoh Syndicate of the Yakuza and tear them down from the inside out. His primary target was the boss, Oikawa Tooru. The job itself was simple enough, until Iwaizumi got in too deep and absconded not only from the mission, but from the city itself. Yakuza AU

These Flowers I Stole For You

Word count: 3k

Summary: ANBU don't cry. They tear themselves apart, bit by bit, and then they stitch themselves whole again. Naruto AU

on shipwreck shore

Word count: 8k

Summary: “I’m going to murder you in cold blood and feed you to the basilisks,” Iwaizumi says conversationally. “You can’t do that, I’m your boss,” Oikawa sings, positively sparkling. “Also we’re partners, which means,” he points at Iwaizumi and leans in, “you’re stuck with me.” Detective AU

Page 305 of 304

Word count: 53k

Summary: “…she called you ‘papa’,” iwaizumi managed. oikawa just stared for a moment longer before relaxing in a smile. “yeah. cute, right? but you can call me ‘daddy’ if you want.”

Temporary fix

Word count: 12k

Summary: “And you’ve shampooed his hair how many times now? Hmm. Yeah, that’s not technically a bromance.” A/B/O AU

Tokyo Boy

Word count: 16k

Summary: He has feelings for Iwaizumi Hajime, who probably has casual lovers just like him in every major city he visits on business. Oikawa is just his Tokyo Boy, just another pit-stop on Iwaizumi’s travels. Businessman AU

Trial by Fire

Word count: 78k

Summary: (lawyer!AU - in which Iwaizumi loves his objections, Oikawa is beautiful, and they have more chemistry than two opposing attorneys probably should.)

Watch Me

Word count: 32k

Summary: Oikawa's a cam model. It’s been a month since Iwaizumi first spoke in his chat. When they meet in person, things get complicated. Cam model AU

Angst

open when

Word count: 1k

Summary: Iwaizumi knew it was coming, but it still hurt. It still hurt when he opens one letter and drowns it in the tears he cannot keep at bay.

Chasing Paper Suns

Word count: 10k

Summary: Post-high school, Oikawa makes it to the national volleyball team but Iwaizumi doesn't. The next three years become an exercise in growing up without growing apart

Quote: “ ‘it’s just—I’m just trying so hard—’‘What, and I’m not?’

Timeless (We Have 30 Days)

Word count: 12k

Summary: Or AU where you're branded 50 days before you die. But Oikawa doesn't tell anyone so now there's only 30 days left.

the weight of water

Word count: 6k

Summary: “Again,” he says, the smallest tremor in his voice, and Oikawa blinks at him a moment before smiling, soft and sweet. “Iwa-chan,” he replies, and Iwaizumi closes his eyes. “Again.” “Iwa-chan.”

Canon Compliant

Are You Listening?

Word count: 4k

Summary: 30 times oikawa said i love you and 1 time he didn't have to

Quote: “Iwa-chan, watch out for the log—!” Oikawa looked on in horror as his best friend tripped and fell flat on his face.

Edge of the balcony

Word count: 8k

Summary: Iwaizumi looks older, he realizes. Oikawa knew he had aged as well, and so did everyone around him, but the thing was when you see people often, you don't notice the subtle changes in appearance. And Oikawa hadn't seen Iwaizumi in four years.

How can this loser ever win

Word count: 2k

Summary: everyone is in stupid love with Iwaizumi Hajime and he has no idea

♡♡♡Lost in Translation

Word count: 9k

Summary: Because misfortune come in threes, Iwaizumi Hajime starts his Thursday having a screaming fight with Shittykawa, spends his lunch break listening to the UCI women's volleyball team gossiping about how Ushijima Wakatoshi had gone public about his longtime love affair with Oikawa Tooru, and closes out the day by drunkenly dropping his phone into a sewer grate.

maybe we could be enough

Word count: 9k

Summary: iwaizumi hums in reply as the car goes silent, frank ocean crooning from the speakers. they stop at a red light when iwaizumi feels eyes at the side of his face, and turns to look at oikawa.

Most people never even get a single high school rival

Word count: 5k

Summary: Team Argentina gets to know Iwaizumi Hajime (27) Athletic Trainer.

Primavera

Word count: 8k

Summary: They say it takes twenty-six years, for certain breeds to fully bloom.

Quote: Did you know that distance is only me, growing towards you?

♡♡♡rest on your laurels

Word count: 4k

Summary: In Iwaizumi’s heart of hearts, untouched by time, they are young and alive, burning with the hearth of home and bright as winter light. Unbreakable. Invincible.

♡♡♡Something Borrowed

Word count: 16k

Summary: In which Oikawa and Iwaizumi have always been a foregone conclusion to everyone else, but a massive, unanswered question to one another.

‘Til Infinity

Word count: 2k

Summary: “Hey,” he says, “that cloud looks kind of like a dick.”

Quote: “I got you ladybug”

♡♡♡ You Set Off a Dream In Me

Word count: 15k

Summary: In which Oikawa is 41 and ready to retire. He's at the top of his game and ready to find a new challenge. Turns out his new challenge is pretty familiar. It's high school, round 2.

Quote: A past with an Iwaizumi that wasn’t on the opposite side of the net, monsters on all sides, guiding a setter that had lived the dream left behind in the ruins of Tooru’s past self.

Canon Divergent

a world alone

Word count: 60k

Summary: Iwaizumi has his medical books on the musculoskeletal system. Oikawa has his research papers on parallel universes. It isn't until much, much later that they realize they have each other.

♡Almost a Stranger

Word count: 16k

Summary: Iwa-chan's leaving Kapan. Tooru's not sure he can forgive him, but he's not going to admit his long-held feelings, either. A trip to Miyajima complicates everything.

Quote: There are only two things that have ever broken Oikawa Tooru’s heart. Iwa-chan would say Tooru has no heart to break, but that’s simply untrue.

Count your blessings, it goes 1,2,3, me

Word count: 7k

Summary: He's unsettled by the undefined boundaries of their relationship so it's all his luck that he accidentally wins three wishes to be granted just for him, and all that comes to mind is Iwaizumi.

Quote: Now, as an adult, past convenience of circumstance and the haze of hormonal lust, exactly none of his feelings have worn off

♡♡♡the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle

Word count: 66k

Summary: Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

♡days fall away

Word count:17k

Summary: Except now he’s back home, so close to his old haunts and to Oikawa himself, and it's—weird.

Quote: “You and Tooru,” he begins, and then shrugs. “I was just thinking, you look at each other a lot.” And he walks away, leaving Hajime winded, and sort of aching, somewhere deep in his chest. Whatever that means.

♡here comes your man

Word count: 8k

Summary: Iwa-chan, it reads, Have a good day today! Good luck! <3 <3 <3 Suga chokes. It’s hard to imagine anyone calling the scowling and fierce Doctor Iwaizumi “Iwa-chan.” But marriage probably comes with all sorts of liberties. Doctor AU

♡♡In damp earth my body

Word count: 15k

Summary: Onscreen, the nation’s favorite setter has arranged himself so that he’s bowing, forehead pressed to the court, like he’s thanking everyone for their kindness thus far, like he’s asking for forgiveness. Hajime thinks: shit, it’s really happening

In the Business of Love

Word count: 22k

Summary: Meet Oikawa Tooru: He's a best-selling shoujo manga artist, a hardcore romantic and you won't believe where he's getting his lovey dovey fodder from...Enter Iwaizumi Hajime: He's Oikawa's best friend, a realist who also happens to be a wedding magazine writer despite not believing in romance...

Quote: A flare of pride lit in Oikawa as he watched Iwaizumi's eyes crinkle with mirth and in that yawning second, it bloomed into a warmth that bordered on a burn, forcing a bittersweet inhale.

it's been so long (nobody knows me the way you do)

Word count: 8k

Summary: Tooru hums, only half-listening. Somewhere along the way, Hajime’s palm has settled itself over the curve of Tooru’s cheek, thumb tracing over the line of his jaw.

Quote: Iwaizumi blushes even more. “That you’re here, I mean. I’m happy that you’re here. With me.”

♡♡♡Mint

Word count: 19k

Summary: It's the December after Iwaizumi’s last year in university when Tokyo welcomes him with a new ad campaign for Bright Days toothpaste, and Oikawa Tooru—fresh off a run at the 2016 Summer Olympics—has decided to grace the city with his signature grin, a flip of his wayfarer sunglasses, and the most irrepressible tag line for the signboard above.

Quote: "To be able to tell him, in the new year." This comes under Oikawa's breath, so low that Matsukawa and Hanamaki can't hear, and the game continues.

Six-Month Lover

Word count: 89k

Summary: Iwaizumi barks out a laugh. “I’m still trying to get over the fact that you made a PowerPoint presentation about why we should date.” Oikawa doesn’t tell him the file has existed for the last twelve years, constantly receives updates, and that the original copy contained almost a hundred slides before he forced himself to get a grip.

Special Relativity

Word count: 22k

Summary: Time moves differently for people in different inertial reference frames. Oikawa goes on a two-year exploratory mission in space. Iwaizumi's been waiting for a lot longer than that.

♡♡sunset towns

Word count: 33k

Summary: In the summer of 2020, Oikawa Tooru returns home from his first successful stint as captain of Japan’s national volleyball team. In one hand, he holds the undisputed weight of an Olympic medal, and in the other, his unresolved feelings for a childhood best friend.

♡♡Thirty Years and Change (the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad)

Word count: 19k

Summary: It’s July 10th, 2024, and Oikawa Tooru is an Olympian. His smiling face airs on an NHK promo every 45 seconds. He’s captain of the national men’s volleyball team, reigning star of the professional leagues, and he hasn't spoken to Iwaizumi Hajime in two years.

Quote: Oikawa’s grin in the last set of the morning’s game. Oikawa’s grin as they sat on their asses on a golf course. Oikawa’s grin when they were in college. When they were in high school. When they were twenty-two, seventeen, fifteen, twelve, six.

High School

Bet On It

Word count: 13k

Summary: Hajime knows exactly how shitty Oikawa's personality is, and has no scruples whatsover about betting Oikawa six thousand yen that he can't be nice for an entire week.

Quote: The whole instant-compliance thing was seriously creeping him out. Oikawa from a week ago would have made a crack about how if he'd wanted something cold, he could have just put his face on Hajime's shoulder.

Betweens

Word count: 2k

Summary: Iwaizumi is asleep in the club room. Oikawa is blindingly awake in the club room. The sun moves slowly across the sky, and Iwaizumi’s skin is gold underneath it. Oikawa watches the changing shadows on Iwaizumi’s face and thinks about nothing in particular.

Don’t think too much

Word count: 6k

Summary: In which Oikawa and Iwaizumi have a confusing, drunken encounter and then deal with the (sticky) consequences.

Quote: As soon as that thought crossed his mind, though, Oikawa did what he always did: exactly the opposite of what Hajime wanted

Gates

Word count: 12k

Summary: The day after their graduation ceremony, they drive to the beach at Shirahama. Iwaizumi drives, because it’s his car, and as he has told Oikawa on multiple occasions, he’d rather die than let him touch the wheel.

Quote: ‘Yeah,’ he says, because they’re on a beach, and they’re supposed to be on a metaphorical journey, and they’re supposed to be growing up, and completing rites of passage, so it’s honesty, today - just for today, at least.

♡♡i sing the body electric

Word count: 8k

Summary: It was never part of the plan, falling in love with his best friend, but then again, most things in Iwaizumi’s life that involve Oikawa rarely unfold the way he thinks they will.

Quote: But Iwaizumi thinks about Oikawa laughing with that girl in the low light of the gym, a particular kind of quiet intimacy that Iwaizumi’s only ever read about in books hovering in the air, and all it makes him feel is small and petty and spiteful.

it’s better than words

Word count: 3k

Summary: [ or : oikawa makes iwaizumi participate in three bonding activities for new friends, and iwaizumi just wants to know why oikawa's being so weird about this]

Make sure you cross the line

Word count: 4k

Summary: With graduation just around the corner, Iwaizumi knows he has to gather the courage to really ask Oikawa out.

Quote: He’s been asking Iwaizumi to go out with him every single day this past week, increasingly panicked about getting his time and attention now that they’re nearing the end of this season of their lives.

Only the jellyfish know

Word count: 6k

Summary: Their third and final year at Aoba Jousai has come to an end, and the guys decide to go to the beach the day after graduation. That day, the ocean water is salty, the watermelon is sweet, and the people are sweeter.

static

Word count: 6k

Summary: Being snowed in with all of Seijou volleyball in his childhood home brings back a lot of memories for Iwaizumi, because it's kinda Oikawa's childhood home too.

Quote: It's fate that brought them together and choice that keeps them that way. The closest description in Hajime’s vocabulary is partners, but only because Oikawa taught him what its true definition is.

Told before and told again

Word count: 3k

Summary: This is how Hajime and Tooru fall in love, through the accounts of those around them.

Quote: When Oikawa lets out a long, heavy breath, Iwaizumi looks up at him and frowns, and flings a towel over Oikawa’s head to cover his face. Then, he tugs, once, on Oikawa’s fingers, and leads him down the hallway, Oikawa walking quietly in tow.

♡we can do better than that

Word count: 16k

Summary: Oikawa and Iwaizumi go on a road trip during the summer after their high school graduation. It doesn't go as expected, but maybe that's not such a bad thing after all.

Quote: Because Iwaizumi’s known Oikawa nearly all his life and never felt anything more than vague affection usually followed by intense irritation for him. But then suddenly at eighteen years old and nearly two weeks into a very badly planned road trip, it’s like someone flipped a switch somewhere inside Iwaizumi

♡when it starts to rain, they go inside

Word count: 33k

Summary: “Where?” starts Iwaizumi.“ My parent’s old lakehouse, silly, didn’t you hear me the first time?” OR: Oikawa takes Iwaizumi to his lakehouse for two weeks, post-graduation.

reassemble it

Word count: 15k

Summary: When Tooru was six years old, he discovered—unbeknownst to him at the time—two of the most important things in his life: volleyball and Iwaizumi Hajime. It was ironic that he had stumbled upon them hand in hand—quite literally, too.

♡things that change, things that stay the same

Word count: 8k

Summary: Oikawa realizes he's in love with his best friend; it sucks for a while. (But only a while.)

Quote: Iwaizumi’s expression right now is less terrified than it used to get back then, but he’s tight-lipped with concern, and his broad body blocks out other passengers as if their stares might be a danger to Tooru too.

University AU

An Archaeology of Affection

Word count: 23k

Summary: For Hajime, it is a riddle and simultaneously so evident. It fills his chest, surging like water, paints heat up his neck. In retrospect, it eats up his days, makes them its own until it feels like his heart has always been in his throat at the smile thrown over Oikawa’s shoulder, the stilling of his fingers on Hajime’s sleeve.

closure

Word count: 22k

Summary: In his first year of university, Oikawa builds a new friendship and upgrades an old one. Or: Ushijima is not a great wingman, but he tries his best.

Quote: “On the first day of his university career, Oikawa Tooru walks into his dorm, spots his assigned roommate, and turns one hundred and eighty degrees and walks right back out. He dials a familiar phone number - the first one he ever memorized - and starts complaining before Iwaizumi even gets the chance to say hello. “Iwa-chan,” he says, “tell me why Ushiwaka is in my dorm room.”

♡♡♡galaxies, within you

Word count: 21k

Summary: Hajime and Tooru move in together at the start of university. Too bad they’re stuck with the two gremlins that haunt their apartment.

Quote: I AM A HEADASS

Hands to yourself

Word count: 11k

Summary: He missed his parents, and he missed Takeru, and Takeru's badly behaved puppy. He missed Aoba Jousai, and he missed the volleyball team. He even missed Karasuno and Shiratorizawa, just a little.

Home, and how we made ours

Word count: 3k

Summary: “No, I like it here.” There’s a rustling as Iwaizumi shifts, inching closer. “I like it here, as in this crappy apartment—with you.”

Quote: “Do your fights end up being like—you know, about actual things and then extending into toddler days and suddenly you’re accusing Iwaizumi of kissing the girl you used to like in preschool?”

in progress to you

Word count: 6k

Summary: The eventuality of Oikawa and Iwaizumi falling toward each other is dramatically lackluster. Still, it's a process to go through.

Quote: “But what if you didn’t eat my pudding all the time?” Iwaizumi asks flatly, ignoring the way Oikawa is slapping his thigh to get out of his chokehold. “Do you think I buy them for you, huh? I buy them for me, you turd.”

Like we’re made of starlight

Word count: 6k

Summary: (a look into iwaizumi hajime’s journey of falling in love with oikawa tooru, from when they’re babies meeting for the first time to young adults moving in together.)

Ninety nine percent

Word count: 14k

Summary: more than anything, oikawa tooru wants to be with iwaizumi hajime, but he's only ninety nine percent of the way there.

Quote: Their ace was lining up for the ball, knees bent and arm pulled back, just as Tooru tosses the ball……to Hajime.

no sleep in the city

Word count: 7k

Summary: Along their journey to find Tokyo's best ramen, Iwaizumi finds himself asked again and again why Oikawa is still single.

Quote: “I was only telling Hanamaki literally yesterday that your personality isn’t as vile as before,” Iwaizumi informs, slightly stiff from the way Oikawa’s got an arm looped through his own. “Why do you make me such a liar to people I care about?”

Out of nowhere

Word count: 8k

Summary: They move in together after graduation and it's doing weird things to Iwaizumi's heart. He's a little in denial about it.

Quote: Oikawa excitedly ran up to him when Iwaizumi came home with groceries the other day. Not about the food but just to say how boring everything is when Iwaizumi's not there, eyes shining, and he couldn't meet his gaze after from blushing down to his neck. He doesn't know how much more he can take.

♡♡shiver

Word count: 16k

Summary: Oikawa was always the brave one. Hajime just followed two paces behind.

Quote: “I’m in love with you,” Oikawa tells him three days after they graduate junior high, head in his lap and hands gently folded over his chest and completely and totally unconcerned that he’d just shattered Hajime’s world.

Terpischore

Word count: 38k

Summary: They’d ended up going to different universities, Tooru and he. The distance was good for them. The confession Hajime dropped in both their laps wasn’t. That’s how it’d ended – a lifetime of friendship crumbled to dust in the space of five minutes. (Or, a lesson in learning to move on from things you can't have, in finding old loves in new ways and in understanding that life is never truly simple... till it is.)

terrarium

Word count: 11k

Summary: At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

these foolish things (remind me of you)

Word count: 3k

Summary: Oikawa helps Iwaizumi move into his new college dorm.

Quote: He’s desperate for something to happen. It must show on his face because Iwaizumi blushes and looks away. The thing is, Oikawa always looks at him like this when Iwaizumi isn’t paying attention.

They say it rains diamonds on Jupiter

Word count: 35k

Summary: "You're in love with him. "Hajime considers denying it. "Yeah," he says instead.

Quote: “Share the weight of your feelings with me, Hajime wants to beg when he hears Tooru's first hitched breath. Let me carry some of your burdens”

to be first, to be best

Word count: 26k

Summary: Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

Undecipherable

Word count: 4k

Summary: "Koi no yokan," he says. "The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love."

Quote: Because for all the bravado, for all the flaunting Oikawa does, he wants Hajime by his side, and no one else.

♡we shine like diamonds

Word count: 26k

Summary: "You know Abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "I hear his older brother is... gay."

Where you are (I’ll be)

Word count: 6k

Summary: Theirs is a love that starts out like a seed and it takes two sets of hands tending it for a shoot to appear. There are no dramatic declarations of love, only a pair of hands that find each other again and again and again.

Quote: Oikawa broke off into giggles as Hajime slowed the descent of his hand from a slap to the back of Oikawa’s head to a gentle ruffle of the taller boy’s hair

♡♡with every second that you could give

Word count: 9k

Summary: The journey of Iwaizumi and Oikawa going for gold.

Quote: He knows they’re too close. Iwaizumi knows it too, and they both decided to move in together anyway.

Your love is sunlight

Word count: 6k

Summary: It's Iwaizumi's birthday, and they have a talk about the future.

Quote: But Hajime doesn’t think any present could top this: them, kissing in a sun-dappled bathroom, Oikawa’s skin warm under his hands, and the promise of a life together stretched out before them.

#haikyuuweek2020 #iwaoi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #i spent more time on this than all of my edits combined pls appreciate this

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hidingoutbackstage · 3 years ago

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infodump to be about resident evil handsome <3

Ohhhh my gosh where to start.

Honestly I'm just gonna talk about my favorite characters and why I like them, and also the problems I have with them

It'll be under the cut, for those who don't care lol

Gonna start with Rebecca because she's the fave that I have the most issues with. I really like her character, she's smart, she's strong, she's a good fighter, and she's witty, and for all of those reasons she's fun to watch and play as. My issues with her are that Capcom has absolutely no clue what to do with her. She's a side character in the first game that doesn't get to do much except get told to stay out of the way, in her own game, RE0, she's literally the main character but ends up feeling like a supporting character for Billy's arc, and holy fuck is she nerfed in Vendetta. She has that scene at the school making the antidote in the lab, and has a good scene where she fights off some zombies before hiding and getting rescued. She tells Chris what she knows and they go find Leon before she gets kidnapped and gets to do absolutely nothing else for the rest of the film. She's a damsel in distress, is almost forced to marry the villain because she looks like his fridged wife, and is infected with the virus and rendered immobile until Chris and Leon rescue her. Like that entire scene she's just sitting on the table writhing and moaning makes me so uncomfortable. Capcom made a great character, they just didn't know what to do with her (and apparently STILL DON'T considering she's not even in Welcome to Raccoon City) Also, can she not be older? It's impressive that she graduated from college at 18, it shows her incredible intellect, but that doesn't mean she has to be 18 in the first game, does it? Can she not be more adult-like? Idk

Next is Claire. Claire is great! Claire I have less issues with, considering the franchise has been nicer to her character recently. Obviously the peak of her character was in the RE2 remake, but she had other great moments too, I liked her a lot in the darkside chronicles, but also like Rebecca, it seems like the game doesn't always know how to use her character, or end up sidlining her for the male characters. Example, Code Veronica, she's fine, but she's way too broken up about Steve imo (maybe I just hate him) and once she's reunited with Chris she's kind of a player 2 to him. And in Revelations 2 she's kind of just a catalyst for change in Moira. And holy fuck don't get me started on how nerfed she was in Infinite Darkness. She is TOTALLY the B story to Leon's A story and even has her damsel in distress moment with the acid. I liked the ending of ID and I liked the story but I just wish there'd been more Claire.

Leon is fine, I love his character arc from RE2 to Vendetta and all the bits in between, I just think because he's so popular it gets exhausting lmao like Capcom knows how popular he is so they milk it for all it's worth and with there being so many fans there's obviously going to be a lot that I don't like/don't agree with. That's probably splitting hairs though, I do think he's the best-written and best handled RE character Capcom has by far

Jill Valentine my sweet summer child you deserve so much better. She's never been overly sexualized (if you don't count whatever the fuck was going on in RE5) which like. The bar is on the floor but something about Capcom's treatment of her character always kind of rubbed me the wrong way. The character herself is fantastic, do NOT get me wrong, I just wish Capcom had done things differently like not make her version of the RE1 playthrough "easy" mode or not incapacitated her for days in RE3 making her totally useless (not that I don't mind playing as Carlos, mind you) her popularity is well earned, I wish there was less fanart that sexualized her but whatever, and I love her friendship with Chris, definitely one of my top 3 platonic RE relationships.

Chris needs to stop being in so much RE content or I'm gonna go insane. There rlly was no reason to include him in RE7 other than to connect it more to the other games, but his "not a hero" dlc is pretty alright. Obviously his inclusion in 7 led to his role in 8 and oh my g-d I cannot forgive that ridiculous plot point of not telling Ethan about Miranda impersonating his wife. It's so dumb. His rivalry with Wesker never felt earned, but it was always entertaining to see. His rivalry with Arias was fucking stupid and completely unearned (I know they only had one movie to make it happen but still. I love that movie and hate it all at once) Also RE5 is unforgivable except for giving us Sheva so y'know Chris is a mixed bag for me.

Ada is a great character that gets treated like absolute shit. I love morally grey characters, and Ada is a great example of one, and the fandom almost always ruins her somehow, or Capcom finds ways to use her that I typically just personally don't like (like honestly that Ada clone shit in RE6 is ridiculous and totally unnecessary) She's done fantastically in RE2 remake which I love, and I'm honestly glad Capcom somewhat knew to pull the reigns when it came to the idea to have her in RE8 that was ultimately scrapped (it would've made no sense, it was ridiculous, I would not have liked it) so Ada is also another mixed bag for me. I also wish she had more of a connection to this stuff than (for the most part) Leon. Her mission doesn't always involve him, but she's only ever really there when he is, and it irks me.

Ethan Winters sucks and I don't like him and don't care about him and the whole RE7&8 fandom is wrong for liking them and yes that includes my boyfriend

Sorry about that. He's a fine character, he's a protagonist you wanna root for, especially in 8, but man do he and his story get on my nerves.

Alcina was just fanservice and gamerbait and for that reason I can't bring myself to like her, sorry guys. Same goes for Heisenberg even though he was less fanservice-y and a little more interesting than Alcina

Yeah that's all I got, if you read through all this, I am kissing you on the mouth

#sid answers #kellington #resident evil

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thethistlegirlwrites · 8 months ago

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🛏 - Someone by their bedside when they wake up

🥰 - Post-nightmare cuddles

😭 - A shoulder to cry on

✋ - A hand carding gently through their hair

For Emmett, again. I am smitten, I know

More of them! Excellent! Emmett needs the softness after what I've put him through in TOH.

🛏 - Someone by their bedside when they wake up

Emmett blinks, the room swimming into hazy focus. Pale tan walls instead of grey stone. A thick warm, soft blanket over his shoulders instead of a rough, scratchy piece of burlap. Actual sunlight streaming in through the windows. And someone sitting on the edge of the bed. Two someones. Rory's humming softly, fingers tangled up in a complicated mess of string, before she flips the whole thing onto Carlo's hands. He thinks she's mumbling something under her breath, but he can't be sure. She takes a couple pieces of the string and switches the fingers Carlo's holding them with. Emmett shifts slightly, then gasps as his stiff leg protests the sudden movement. Both Rory and Carlo turn around. "You're awake!" Carlo says excitedly, dropping the tangle of string and flinging himself across the bed to hug Emmett. Emmett shoves down the hungry snarl of his gift in his chest and wraps his arms around his son. He's waited two years for this. Nothing is going to make him wait any longer.

🥰 - Post-nightmare cuddles

Emmett sits up sharply, a gasping scream dying on his lips. Beside him, Rory shifts and turns to face him. "Emmett?" He swallows. She hovers a hand over his arm, waiting for him to nod and allow her to rest it there. "You're safe now. You're not there any more. You're with Carlo, and me." He's never managed to tell her that his nightmares aren't about Marcus, or the Bastion, or even Rime itself. They're about what he could do even now, to the people he loves, if he lets his guard down. "Don't touch me," he whimpers, curling away from her. Rory seems undeterred by that, because a second later, Emmett can feel her pressed up against him. He shakes his head, blinking back tears. "Not a good idea. My gift..." "Is not going to get to me through a down comforter." Rory says, voice oddly muffled. Emmett glances over and sees that she's draped the bedcover over him and is snuggled into the other side of it. He actually manages some choked version of a laugh at that. He has to admit, Rory is nothing if not resourceful.

😭 - A shoulder to cry on

Emmett is washing a plate in the sink when he suddenly remembers what day it is. He can't believe he forgot for this long. All morning, helping Carlo get ready for school and finishing up the cabinet doors he was working on in the woodshop. All afternoon, sketching out a design for a chair that, if he does it right, will help Rory get up with less immediately jarring effects on her heartbeat. All through dinner, laughing with Carlo about Rory's newest failure to properly pronounce an Archipelegian word (and Rory, too, once she was informed of what she'd actually said by mistake). He'd somehow managed to forget that this is Theresa's birthday. The dish slides into the soapy water and Emmett slides down the counter to sit on the floor, face buried in his hands, tears burning his eyes and choking his throat. The first indication he has that he's not alone is the feeling of someone else pressed up against him. Rory is sitting next to him on the floor. "It's kind of weird seeing you down here first," she says, clearly trying to lighten the mood. "Usually I'm the one who overdid it." Normally, that would in fact break the misery surrounding Emmett, but not this time. "It's Theresa's birthday," he manages to choke out, scrubbing his hands up his face and through his hair. Rory looks down at her hands, then back up at him. "I think we did a pretty good job celebrating it," she finally says. "She'd be glad you're still doing the woodwork. She'd be so proud of Carlo and everything he's learning. And she'd think my pronunciation is hilarious, I'm sure of it." Emmett sniffles and drags the back of his hand across his nose. "I just...I can't believe I forgot." "I forgot Carlo's the first year and he told me three times, at least," Rory says. "Besides. I don't think a day matters as much as whether you've showed you care, and I am absolutely certain Theresa always knew you cared." For some reason, that's what makes Emmett finally break down and sob. Rory turns so they're both sort of facing each other, and pulls him in against her, letting him rest his head on her shoulder. "If you cry about me like this someday I'll come back from the dead and slap you," she mutters, even as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. Rory is weird, but she's also weirdly comforting.

✋ - A hand carding gently through their hair

Emmett squints his eyes closed against the painful brightness and rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes. The headaches aren't as bad as they were in the Bastion, or at least not as frequent. But sunlight, as good as it is to see, can make a minor one a seriously painful one very quickly. "Good mor..." Rory trails off when she sees him with his elbows on the table and his face in his hands. "Sorry." Even her whisper is loud, but it's at least not searing through his brain like she's stabbing him in the ear with her knife. "I'll be okay in a bit." He's already swallowed down one of the pills from the apothecary with a glass of water. It'll kick in soon. There's the painful screech of a chair being dragged across the floor, then a muffled 'oops' and the sound of Rory trying to pick the legs up off the tiles. In another few breaths she's sitting down beside him, one hand resting on his head, fingers gently carding through his hair the way he does for her when she's having a bad day. He shifts slightly, to make it a little easier for her to reach him, and winces again when the motion jars his neck. Rory stops for a moment. "Does this hurt?" "It's inside my head, not outside." "Fair enough." Rory says, and starts again.

From this ask game!

#thief of hearts #emmett santos #rory blake #carlo santos #asks

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melofanish · 4 years ago

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Under Forts of Love and Comfort

@tarlos-valentine Day 3: “I told you this ages ago” + Love Languages + Favourite Kiss

Summary: When Carlos locks his car door and fixes his duffle bag over his shoulder, all of this concentration is focused on keeping his exhaustion hidden and getting inside the house without TK knowing. Unfortunately, that means that he is so zoned into where to step and how to talk, that he doesn’t notice the soft glow of lights until he opens the door and comes to a complete stop.

When they finally pull back, it's to smiles and giggles. And as TK turns Carlos around again, holding him safe and secure around the waist and starting the movie, he can't help but wonder if they can have comfort dates more often - make it a regular occurrence.

Tags: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand, Established Relationship, Soft Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Cute Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Good Significant Other TK Strand, Supportive TK Strand, Caring TK Strand, Movie Night, Comfort.

Warning: None.

Day 3 YOOOHOOO!!!

Now, yes, I am aware that I'm late. It's no longer the weekend. Unfortunately, real-life sucks sometimes and it doesn't allow you to write when you want to. And so, this is a day late.

@lire-casander has, as usual, been like 97% of the reason I was able to ever get this done. She's a wonderful human being and I don't know how would I have ever done anything without her.

I do not own any of the characters. I am writing this for fun.

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When Carlos locks his car door and fixes his duffle bag over his shoulder, all of this concentration is focused on keeping his exhaustion hidden and getting inside the house without TK knowing. Unfortunately, that means that he is so zoned into where to step and how to speak, that he doesn’t notice the soft glow of lights until he opens the door and comes to a complete stop.

There is nothing normal about the living room. The dining room chairs are pushed up to the kitchen counter, freeing the entire space in the middle. The coffee table is moved from the centre to a side, next to the staircase railing.

And then, right in the middle of the room, is the dining table, the sofa and a single chair all covered, forming a blanket fort.

He can immediately pick out the multiple throw blankets, they usually reside in their linen closet, but right now they’re laid on top of the furniture. He can tell that there’s a single high point in the centre, and he can only guess that it’s a chair, a stool or a pole of some sort; their dark grey and royal blue blankets laid inside to make the floor of the fort.

And through it all, in the depth of the fort, he sees TK, propped up by blankets, peeking his head through the opening of the fort, illuminated by fairy lights that hang behind him, framing the edges of the fort.

He’s dressed in a tank top and running shorts. His hair is damp and ruffled, it looks like he’s showered and just rubbed a towel through his head. There’s a soft smile on his face and a glint he can only describe as a mix of fondness and mischief in his eyes.

He doesn’t think he needs to guess that the mischief has to do with how torn the living room looks right now.

A chuckle forces itself out of his chest before he gets a chance to stop it. He drops the duffle bag, letting it hit the floor. He toes out his shoes, kicking them in the general direction of the shoe cabinet, then crouches down until he’s at TK’s level. The wide grin that he’s immediately faced with washes through him like a soothing balm, TK’s the smile so giant his eyes become minuscule in comparison.

“Hellooo,” he says, elongating the greeting. “Welcome to your weekend retreat!”

His eyebrows raise in question, and he finds himself smiling. He’s about to greet him back when TK twists to a side, pulling a box from one of the many crevices in the fort.

“Here you go,” TK says as he pushes the box into Carlos’ arms. “Go shower, change, and come back. I’ll be waiting right here,” he says patting the empty space next to him.

Carlos looks at the box. He knows there are a few bottles in there; he can tell by the way one side is heavier than the other. His favourite shirt is folded on the very top, and there’s a corner of black fabric underneath it, but he can’t tell what it is. He looks back at TK, the love he feels for the man growing by the second.

“Do I get to say hello first?”

TK’s eyes widen at that, before he bends forward, balancing on his knees and pursing his lips at Carlos, who meets him in the middle. It starts as a soft peck, just a ‘welcome home’, a type of kisses he didn’t think he could have before. The soft pecks whenever either one of them comes back home, the gentle caress of their lips on one another when they don’t have a reason to kiss, the sweet kitten licks he likes to lay on TK when he’s next to him.

It stays like that, soft and sweet, until it’s not. Until Carlos drops the box and holds onto the back of TK’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He responds immediately, lips parting to entwine their tongues, his hands sneaking underneath Carlos’ shirt, moving upwards to palm at his chest.

Carlos moans, dropping to his knees and letting TK pull him closer with an arm around the waist, until not only is half of his body inside the fort, but he’s also half on TK’s lap. He feels a soft dip underneath his legs, guessing that TK must have taken one of the guest room mattresses and laid it down as cushioning. With it, he also feels a hard imprint pressing on his thigh, and he feels the excitement start to bubble in the depth of his stomach. It reminds him of their first time together, the push and pull of their bodies on one another, as they gave and took, bending to each other’s will and demanding the same of the other person.

He’s about to lean more of his weight forward, to push TK on his back, when he breaks their contact, leaning back and holding Carlos in place with a hand on the front of his stomach, a single line of saliva connecting their lips.

“TK!” he whines, hands still wound around TK’s neck, pulling himself closer. He tries to kiss TK again, but he moves, making Carlos miss his face. He ends up detouring to the front of his throat.

“No, no, Ca-Carlos, you need, you need to go.”

Carlos tries to take him seriously and listen, he really does. It’s just extremely hard to accomplish such a thing when TK is moaning and withering and stuttering underneath him. He hums in reply, thrusting his hips as he tries to hump on something, anything. He’s almost sure that TK is going to give up and lay down, let them get on with the program. Instead, TK pulls back, planting his hands on Carlos’ chest this time, making sure that he won’t be able to reattach his lips to any visible body parts.

He pouts, watching as TK closes his eyes for a moment to take a deep breath. When he opens them, they’re still wide-blown, the green of his irises almost hidden. Carlos trails his gaze lower, passing by the quickly darkening bruise on the side of TK’s neck, and the quick rise and fall of his chest.

Carlos can read the lust that’s falling off TK in waves.

TK shakes his head, relaxing his arms a little and dragging his hands down Carlos’ front, giving his pecs a subtle squeeze. He rests them around his hips, bending forward to press his forehead to his chest.

Carlos bends his own head, kissing the top of TK’s head.

“I have something planned for you,” he mumbles, voice muffled by Carlos’ shirt. “So, as much as this pains me,” he pulls his face away, looking up at Carlos. “You need to go upstairs.”

Carlos huffs, pulling back to dramatically cover his eyes with his arm and loudly sigh in the corner of his elbow. He tries to keep the facade, but then he hears TK chuckle at him and he breaks, smiling as he straightens up and slides off TK.

“Okay, okay,” he says as he pulls his bag over his shoulder and holds the box in both arms. “Shower, you said?” TK nods, a smile on his face as lays back on the blankets.

Racking a final glance over TK, stopping for a few moments at the kiss-bitten lips and the sliver of skin showing between his top and shorts, Carlos takes a deep breath and gets up to his feet, turning around and running up the stairs two at a time. He wants to be back with TK as soon as possible.

He opens the bedroom door and comes to a stop in front of the bed, dropping both the box and his bag. He pauses for a moment, torn between going through the box TK prepared for him and between going through his own gift for TK. He looks between both of them once, twice, and thrice. Eventually, he decides to check on his present and make sure it’s ready so that he’s free to enjoy TK’s.

He opens the duffle, praying that it wasn’t crumbled or crushed. He pulls it out, turning it around in his hand, re-aligning the paper and straightening the bow tied around the middle. Once he’s sure that it’s as presentable as when he first bought it, he lays it on the bed, satisfied that it wasn’t been ruined. He turns his attention to TK’s gift.

The box is wrapped in blue wrapping paper - he knows it’s the one they bought months ago to wrap all the birthday gifts they give out to their friends and family - with small hearts drawn with a white marker. He runs his hand through the shirt he noticed in the very beginning. It’s a long-sleeved oversized shirt, incredibly soft and unbelievably cuddly. It’s what he usually wears when he’s having a bad day. And he’s been having a bad two weeks. Underneath the shirt is one of his black sweatpants, one of the fancy, woven wool ones.

He picks both of them out, finding a pair of underwear and fuzzy socks next. On the opposite side of the box is a fluffy towel. He pats it down, feeling something in the middle. He grabs the towel, laying it on the bed and unraveling it to find another towel, and in the center of that; four travel size bottles with nothing but home-made labels. He opens each bottle, smelling it as he reads the labels; one is shower gel, one is shampoo, one is a conditioner and the last one is a lotion.

He recognises the smells, and the brand of some almost instantly. The woodsy Oud of the shower gel is a luxury he doesn’t buy for himself much, and the sandalwood of the hair products is a brand he hardly finds nowadays. He isn’t sure what the lotion is exactly, but after pumping a bit from the bottle, he can tell that it’s his favourite kind of smell and his preferred texture of lotion.

A smile makes its way into his face just as tears start to cloud his vision.

He’s been bound to overtime and extra shifts for the past two weeks after a supposedly simple prisoner transfer turned into an active felony on the run. It had required multiple units and several hours to control the situation, and it still left five officers with different degrees of injuries and off-duty time.

He's glad that there were no lives lost that day - neither fellow colleagues nor prisoners - but it's been a heavy load for the remaining officers to carry, physically, emotionally and mentally. Worst of all, it didn't only affect the officers themselves, but also their families and partners at home.

So when he was finally approved for a weekend off, he immediately called TK and asked him to come over. He had missed the man. The minute smiles and nods during joint calls and late-night facetime calls didn't satisfy either one of them anymore.

Shaking his head, he takes a deep breath and lifts his hands to cover his eyes. Once he feels his emotions rear back, returning to their initial state of containment, he grabs the shower gel, shampoo and conditioner and walks to the en-suite bathroom.

He drops the bottles on the sink counter then opens the shower stall door to turn on the hot water, giving it a moment to warm up. He undresses quickly, pace increasing as steam starts gathering in the bathroom. After he throws his clothes into the hamper, he reaches into the shower, testing the water. He fiddles with the lever for the moment until he finds the desired temperature.

Grabbing the bottles off the sink, he opens the door and steps inside, putting the bottles down in the little shelf he has in the stall. And then he steps under the spray.

He closes his eyes and drops his head, letting the hot water fall down his hair and body, letting it take some of the stress and tension he's been feeling. The warm water feels heavenly, the jets hit at his tense muscles and the warmth calms his racing mind.

After a few minutes, he decides that he might as well get to showering and finally reaches for the bottles. He tries to go through the process quickly, but the lather and the spice of the Oud forces him to slow down, the feeling of cleanliness from the shampoo has him scratching at his own scalp, and the softness that the conditioner leaves behind makes him curl his hair around his fingers.

When he's done with the shower and he's just standing under the water for another few moments, he decides it's time to get moving. Closing the water, he grabs the towels, drying himself up with one and wrapping it around his hips, and then using the other one to dry his hair as he walks out of the shower.

His vision falls on the bed, the remains of the box contents… and his own gift to TK.

He barely resists the urge to smack himself on the forehead. He was so engrossed in the gifts he just received, and the thought TK put in each one, that he completely forgot about the very real possibility that TK could walk into the bedroom, and see what Carlos had bought right there.

He moves to the slightly open door and tries to listen to any noises around him, wondering if he'll be able to hear TK walking up or down the stairs. When he doesn't hear anything he turns back towards the bed and starts to put on the clothes from the box.

Getting dressed doesn't take time or concentration, and neither does applying the lotion. He's ready within minutes. He pulls the long sleeves over his hands and winds his arms around his chest, burying his nose into his shoulder and taking a deep whiff. He isn't sure what the laundry detergent that's been used on these clothes is, but it smells heavenly.

He turns back towards the bed, grabbing the bottles and putting them back into the box, and then grabs the whole box to deposit it on top of their dresser. He moves back to the bed, grabbing his own present, and then he's out of the door and making his way to finally join TK.

He tries to sneak down the last few steps, turning so that his hands are hidden behind his back and TK can't see them. He lands on the last step, moving to a crouch in front of the fort, repeating what he did earlier.

"Hi," he says, getting TK's attention, who's laid back scrolling on his phone.

TK's eyes snap to him, a smile immediately taking over his face. He drops his phone and sits up, moving a few feet to the front of the fort so he's in front of Carlos.

"Hi," he replies. "How was the shower?"

"Oh, it was okay, I've had better," he retaliates, huffing a laugh when TK pulls away with a gasp and a dramatic eye roll.

"Now, that's just a lie."

"I dunno, I'm a cop, I don't think I can lie."

TK huffs, shaking his head.

"That's basically saying that I can't start fires because I'm a firefighter, and we both know that's a lie."

Carlos laughs, falling completely onto his knees. He is fully aware that TK starting fires is something that isn't only a possibility, but a reality that has happened multiple times. Whether it be forgetting that he started breakfast and that there's toast in the oven, or the numerous cakes that have been left a little too long - or completely forgotten - than they needed.

"Whatcha hiding?" TK asks in his sing-songy voice, his hands sneaking around Carlos' waist along his arms. Luckily, he catches on to what TK is trying to do in time and he brings one hand forward, holding onto TK's wrists.

"Something. Let me into your humble abode and I'll show you."

TK hums, pretending to think about it, even though he's already moving back and to a side, until his back is resting onto the sofa and there's enough area next to him for Carlos to slip in.

He looks at the space ahead of him, trying to figure out how he's supposed to get inside without ruining his present or TK finding out what it is.

"Close your eyes, baby," he tells TK, continuing when he lifts an eyebrow at him. "You'll see in a second, come on," he urges, smiling when TK rolls his eyes before he does scrunch his eyes closed and covers them with his hands.

Carlos extends his hand in front of him, trying to make sure that it doesn't get ruined. He turns around, giving the front of the tent his back and then sliding in on his butt. Once he's settled in, slotted next to TK, both of them touching shoulder to thigh, he turns towards the man and lays a quick kiss on the back of the hand covering his eyes.

He feels TK perk up, turning his entire upper body towards Carlos.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

Carlos stares at his hand for a moment, straightening the paper again. "Yeah, okay, go ahead."

He looks as TK moves his hands, undoubtedly blinking the blurriness away, and then as he focuses on Carlos' hand.

"Are-are those?" he starts to ask, interrupting himself to run a palm across the paper wrapped around the bouquet.

"Uh, yeah," he stutters, rubbing the back of his neck.

"They're-it's beautiful!" TK exclaims, wrapping his hand around the stem of the bouquet, over Carlos', and angling it his way enough that he's able to stick his nose in it.

"Oh, God," he closes his eyes, a soft smile on his face. "It smells amazing!"

There's a preen of pride ruffling deep in Carlos' chest. He tries to conceal it the best he can, but judging by the smirk that TK throws him, he isn't doing a very good job at it. He clears his throat and hands the bouquet to TK, allowing him to turn it around and look at all of the different flowers.

"Red chrysanthemums, alstroemerias, primroses and stocks," TK mumbles underneath his breath, followed by a few words Carlos doesn't quite pick up on. He sits in his place, awaiting the final verdict.

He doesn't really know flowers, but he knows that TK loves them. So he's tried to do some research, and he has picked the flowers in the bouquet because they all mean love, in different variations.

His biggest hope was to find a florist at the store, someone who actually knows the intricate details of what each plant means. Unfortunately, the only person available when he got there was a teenage register keeper. Which meant that he had to do with what he had Googled earlier in the day.

While he is aware that he didn't do half as good of a job as an actual florist would have, he isn't sure that TK cares as much about that. He's still looking at the flowers with a fond gaze, holding a primrose petal - he thinks it's primrose at least - between two of his fingers and caressing it lightly. The smile on his face only gets bigger, and that is all Carlos cares about.

"How is it that even when I plan a surprise for you," TK whispers, his voice soft between them, "you still manage to surprise me?"

Carlos chuckles at that.

"Great minds think alike?" he offers.

He receives a soft hum in response, and then TK lays his head on Carlos' shoulder, bringing them even closer together, something he didn't even think was possible.

A few moments later, TK takes a deep breath and lifts his head. He kisses Carlos, telling him he's going to get a vase for the flowers and then he's out of the fort.

Carlos stays inside, arranging a few pillows behind his back to get comfortable. He looks at the empty side next to him, and over the edge of the mattress where TK had pulled the box from earlier. He spots a couple of water and soda bottles, a few small bowls and a couple of larger ones.

He can immediately tell that one of the larger ones is popcorn. One of the smaller ones has some type of candy - maybe skittles or M&Ms - and another bowl has marshmallows. He leans to the side to grab a few marshmallows, popping one in his mouth as he moves to completely lay down across the space, resting his head where TK's thighs were.

TK shows up at the opening of the fort right then, without the flowers in sight. He stops when he spots Carlos laying down, blinking a few times as Carlos stares back at him, a wide grin on his face.

He opens his arm, eliciting a laugh out of TK as he gets it and tries to maneuver himself around to Carlos' back.

"Babe, no," he whines when he sees that TK isn't going to lay down in front of him. But he settles down once he realizes that TK is laying down behind him, snaking an arm between his waist and the ground. His other hand moves over their heads, grabbing the TV remote and pressing a few buttons till the screen in front of them turns on. TK drops the remote and connects both of his hands over Carlos' stomach.

Carlos tries to burrow deeper into the body behind him, wiggling until his entire back is in contact with TK's front. He overlaps his hands with TK's, holding onto the other man.

This is his favourite way of unwinding. He likes to just sit and cuddle with TK on the couch, watching some lightweight comedy movie as they laugh and snack on whatever junk food they have on hand. They don't get to do it to this scale though. In fact, they've never done it this way before. Certainly not to the extent of a full-blown blanket fort.

He takes a breath, letting the scents of the products he just used, mixed with TK's cologne and the smell of the food around them, lull him into peace. He can feel his mind start to calm down, and the thumping of his heart begin to slow down.

He's starting to drift away, eyes closed, mind and body relaxed, when he hears the first few dialogues of the movie. He frowns, trying to pinpoint where he's heard the sentences, before his eyes snap open, and sure enough, he finds himself staring at Hiccup.

"Wait," he murmurs, turning his head around to look at TK. "That's How to Train Your Dragon!"

"Yeah, that is true."

Carlos can tell that TK is being sarcastic, but it still doesn't dampen his amazement.

"How did you know I like it?"

"You mean how did I know that it's your favourite comfort movie? Or that you absolutely love and adore it? Or that you cry every time you watch the third instalment?" TK asks, and Carlos' eyes widen with every question.

He can feel the heat starting to build up in his face, but he ignores it, choosing to untangle their hands and turning around until he's face to face with TK.

"All of it," he replies. "How did you know about any of that?"

TK stares at him for a moment, a slight smirk on his face. He loves the man, his smirks and smiles included, even when they're directed at him. Even though he is extremely curious and genuinely waiting for an answer, he still can't help smiling back at him.

"You told me," TK whispers. "We were babysitting your nieces one day and we were watching this, cuddled up on their couch. I was half-asleep, so I'm sure you didn't think I'd hear you. But you were telling me about how it's your all-time favourite movie and why you love it so much."

Carlos blinks at TK, going back to the exact day he's talking about. He remembers it crystal clear, simply because it was the first time his three nieces met TK. They had been a little wary at first, before he showed them videos of himself on the firetruck, and then they were immediately enamoured, flicking behind him from one room to another, and demanding to sit next to him. At the end of the night, they had huddled up on the couch - Carlos and TK next to each other and, and his nieces spread out of top of them - as they watched How To Train Your Dragon. His nieces and TK were all out within fifteen minutes.

But Carlos had stayed awake. Holding Amalia over his shoulder, and playing his TK's hair with his other hand. He sat there, and for the next hour, he relayed everything that happened to a sleeping TK, going as far as telling him why he liked specific parts and why others hit him deep in his soul.

When the movie ended though, he woke TK up. Together, they moved all three kids to the guest bedroom, and then they went to theirs. And the movie was never spoken about again.

And so, to hear TK say that not only was he awake and actually heard every word, but he has also remembered even though it's been almost a year since the situation, Carlos can't help the tears that spring up to his eyes, again.

“I told you this ages ago," he whispers, voice thick with emotions he isn't sure he can keep locked inside anymore.

TK seems to understand though. He brings a hand to his cheek, wiping at a few tears that have escaped, and then he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Carlos' nose.

"Yeah, you did. I figured if there's ever an occasion to put that piece of information to use, it'd be when you've been having an absolute hell of a week," he explains, continuing after a moment of silence. "And why stop there? Might as well combine with your other favourites: hugs and cuddles," he says as he pulls Carlos closer.

They stay in each other's arms for a moment longer, TK holding onto Carlos as he silently cries into the crook of his neck. Once his tears run out, he pulls back slightly, only to lean forward again and kiss TK, trying to pour every emotion of love and adoration and devotion into it.

When they finally pull back, it's to smiles and giggles. And as TK turns Carlos around again, holding him safe and secure around the waist and starting the movie, he can't help but wonder if they can have blanket fort comfort dates more often - make it a regular occurrence.

#tarlosvalentine21 #tarlos corazonados 2021 #tarlos corazonados weekend #day 3 #prompt: i told you this ages ago #prompt: love languages #prompt: favourite kiss #prompt: favorite kiss #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #tarlos fic

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woodchoc-magnum · 4 years ago

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Lone Star 2x11 Hate Watch

I nearly forgot about it this week, whoops

Disclaimer: Don’t read this if you like the show, simply go about your business and have a great day

oh no owen is being arrested oh nooo

is it for being a crime to this show

is he going to hit on Dr Jacobs now?

"is there a complication?" tk asks in a monotone

Oh no he's off work for a month? What will the other firefighters do at an emergency if rob lowe is not there to do it all for them?

"it's like two fortnights?" yeah… that's exactly what it is dude

A fortnight is two weeks

So two of them is… a month.

Captain Judd!

Yessss captain judd

No masks

Not a single mask on anyone

"the Serena Williams of firefighters?" fucking seriously

What if she was on camera like that and then they lose this car? She's gonna look like an asshole

Yo 100% the husband dies I'm calling it now

He's definitely dying

I FUCKING CALLED IT

Yo that's HUBRIS

That's why you don't brag to the cameras y'all

Damn that poor bastard what a way to go

This reminds me of when Bobby was under investigation in season 2 of the OG and they all kept coming around to his house and annoying the shit out of him while he was trying to plan his wedding

BILLY? BILLY BURKE?

BILLY BURKE!!!!!!!!

Yo he was in this show called Revolution that I watched because a) Billy Burke and b) Elizabeth Mitchell and I fuck I shipped him with Liz Mitch SO HARD

It's weird to me that everyone thinks of him as the dad from Twilight because I have legit seen him in everything but that

What happened to his lightning strike scars? That was my favourite part of Season 1

So I'm calling it early and saying that Billy Burke is the arsonist because why else would they bring him back, and he doesn't like Rob Lowe

Oh the gays are hosting a dinner party

You know what shits me? Lone Star has these scenes of the team playing board games and in the OG we waste a whole episode about Josh and Sue – yes I'm still dirty but they can make it up to me with this week’s episode

I suppose in Lone Star they're all single? And young? I really shouldn't complain, I don't want the OG to be more like Lone Star let's face it

Yeah she's going viral for acting like a moron in front of the cameras at the scene, that's why you don't do that fucking shit

Look I like Marjan but come on

Interesting choice of Rolling Stones song

Wow this Rob Lowe montage is so great

Am I the only one who thinks Airpods look dumb

God this Rob Lowe montage has been going for hours

Wow he's potting a plant, and painting, and putting a puzzle together, this is so fucking interesting, thank god they've dedicated this portion of the episode to it. How else would I know what Rob Lowe was doing while he was stuck at home by himself?

The chick who works at the juice bar is a better actor than Ronen

Oh no this looks like the work of the arsonist (Billy Burke)

Thank god Rob Lowe was there right

YOU'RE NOT THE CAPTAIN RIGHT NOW

God what a fuckhead

"126! Give 'em hell!" ugh what a douchebag

How am I only 23 minutes in

I feel like I've been watching for ten hours

Yeah how did you arrive five minutes before everyone huh? I feel like that app he's been listening to is probably illegal

Owen is doing nothing to help his case here

This guy 100% thinks Owen did it and you know what I think he's onto something and I think they should arrest Owen and put him in jail

Also I'm going to say that rob lowe dyes his hair and has had some cosmetic surgery just saying

Honestly I don't have a whole lot of sympathy for Marjan here

It’s just kind of in bad taste for a firefighter to be bragging about how awesome they are. I know social media is her whole deal but… it's pretty uncool

Is it just me or is Judd looking extra handsome in this episode?

Oh great and now we're at a nice dinner and they're talking about Rob fucking Lowe again? WHO CARES

THE ROB LOWE PLOTLIONES ARE ALWAYS THE WORST FUCKING PLOTLINES

He even looks like a creep in that grey hoodie

Oh my god he's been off work for a fucking week? Like I don't get this?

I would love to have a week off work to just stay in my house and be chill

He's talking to Billy Burke about the arson and Billy Burke is in fact the arsonist

Yo doesn't Carlos' house burn down at some point? DOES BILLY BURKE BURN DOWN CARLOS' HOUSE?

I really love Billy Burke and I'm glad they brought him back to play the bad guy; he was the bad guy in The Closer and it was great

He's explaining all this to Billy Burke, who in fact already knows this, because in fact he is IN FACT the arsonist

Also the fact that Rob Lowe has gone out and bought all this stuff just makes him look guiltier

I ship it though, Billy & Owen? Ship name Billwen or Owlly – no we're definitely going with Owlly

Stage 3 cancer, lost his job, got struck by lightning, didn't get the captaincy at the 126 – the man has nothing left to lose. He's the arsonist

Marjan IS a showboat and most of the time it's fine but before a rescue it does exhibit a lot of hubris and that's not a good thing

And that video didn't make her look great

And she needs to go to McKenna and apologise for being a dick

GO AND APOLOGISE

Fucking APOLOGISE

YES YOU SHOULD

Oh good she listened to me

Paul's a babe just saying

She posted a suicide note and no friends or family went to help her? That's pretty fucking depressing

Jesus this is a bit graphic

Wow this is very graphic

"This was clutch" COME ON FUCKING REALLY?

Oh yeah it's so fucking cool being a badass

Ugh this show is so stupid

How does this still have three minutes to go?

"Oh my god I FORGOT THE LIMES" it is the END OF THE WORLD

Why is he in his goddamn fucking arson hoodie again?

He is without a doubt the dumbest mother fucker who has ever dumbed in the history of BEING DUMB

I mean say what you want about Bobby jumping into a dumpster but I have to think that Bobby Nash would know better than to act like a suspicious fucking SUSPECT IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ARSON INVESTIGATION WHEN THEY ALREADY SUSPECT YOU OF BEING THE ARSONIST, OWEN!

You dumbfuck

0/10 shittiest episode ever, everyone except Judd, Grace and Tommy are stupid

AND OH MY GOD TK WE FORGOT THE LIMESSSSS OH MY GOD END OF THE WORLLLLDDDD

three miserable fucking episodes to go

Diaz to cleanse:

#lone star hate watch #this show keeps getting woooooorse

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tessxblxckthorn · 4 years ago

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you’re more to me

@juulies and again: happy holidays love!! (2/2)

a short juke soulmate au cause meg wrote that she likes the trope so i thought why not... english isn’t my first language and I haven’t written in quite some time so please have mercy and enjoy!

It took her an entire day to realise. Julie could see colors. Actual, vibrant colors. Not the dull, grey-ish colors she had seen her entire life but the bright red of the painted dahlias on her bedroom walls, the vivid blue of the Los Angeles sky, the deep violet of the string that was still braided into her hair from yesterday's performance in the Orpheum.

It had all been so chaotic that Julie hadn't had a minute to breath and, well, realise that she had met her soulmate.

Her soulmate.

Of course she knew about soulmates and that, after finding yours and having direct skin contact with them, you could see every beautiful color that exists. But she also knew that many people never, ever found theirs. Sure, her parents had been soulmates, but they were lucky. Flynn's parents weren't soulmates, Carries definitely hadn't been.

While there were a lot of soulmate-couples, people just didn't want to get their hopes up just to never find theirs. So that's why, at the young age of 10, Flynn and Julie had stopped believing that they would eventually find their perfect match, simply because this wasn’t a perfect world.

And now, at age 16, Julie was laying in her bedroom on her bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how on earth she could’ve missed meeting her soulmate. Because that was what had happened, right? She must have bumped into them at the show or while running out on the street when she thought the guys had died...or stopped existing or whatever...or when she went home with her dad and Carlos or-

There was a loud bang coming from her closed door followed by a groan and a curse.

“Come in!”, Julie called out, sitting up and pushing her messy hair out of her face.

“Damn it”, Alex groaned and closed the door behind him. “Still haven't adjusted completely to being alive again, thought I could just materialize through the door.”

Julie laughed softly. “Yeah, I heard that.”

“Pretty sure your dad thinks we’re absolute weirdos now, Reggie just said good-bye in the kitchen and then jumped up before realising he couldn't poof out.”

Jup, that sounded like Reggie.

“Anyway, the boys and I wanted to drive back to the Orpheum, you wanna come?”

“Weren't you at the Orpheum this morning?”, Julie asked confused, while starting to fold her costume from yesterday's performance.

“True, but...Lukethinkshemethissoulmatethere”, Alex muttered under his breath, looking at the, suddenly so interesting, blanket that was thrown over Julie's bed.

Said girl froze up. Had she heard correctly? “Uhm Luke- he- what?”

Alex sighed and pushed his blond hair back, a habit he did a lot when he was anxious. “Ok, so- I mean- Luke- He- he can see colors now, like the kind of colors you can only see after you met your soulmate? And he can see the colors since this morning so he thinks he met them while we were back at the Orpheum to meet with Willie.”

“Oh…”, Julie said, dropping her hands that were still folding into her lap. No, it was stupid. Of course she hadn't thought or hoped her soulmate would be Luke. He was dead. Well, now he was alive again, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Luke Patterson couldn't be her soulmate. Eventhough, for some dumb, idiotic reason, her heart apparently had wished he was.

“Yeah…”, Alex agreed, awkwardly fingering at the blanket. He wasn’t dumb, in fact, he was probably the most observant of the three boys and it wasn’t difficult to identify the way Luke looked at Julie. Not only at the performances but all the time.

“Uhm- I- Flynn’s coming over so…”, Julie trailed off. “We’re having a girls night.” More like a “freaking-out-about-who-could-be-Julie’s-soulmate”-night or a “crying-over-the-fact-that-Luke’s-not-her-soulmate”- night. She hadn’t decided yet, but judging by the lump in her throat it seemed that the latter was more possible.

“Oh ok. Yeah, sure.”

Julie nodded slowly.

“Okayyyyy”, Alex scratched his neck. “Then I'm going to go now. With the boys. To the Orpheum.” She nodded again.

By the time he had closed her bedroom door again, after softly smiling at her with his annoyingly nice “I-know-what’s-going-on-and-you-can-always-talk-to-me-but-I-don’t-want-to-push-you”-look, Julie was fighting the tears.

The last two hours, after she realized that she could see colors, she had spent thinking about every person that could or couldn't be her soulmate. It couldn't be anyone she actually knew, because she had had direct skin contact with all of them at some point before yesterday. All of them except Luke, Reggie and Alex. Not Alex, because he’s gay and terribly in love with this Willie she had yet to meet. Not Reggie, because he was like a brother to her and he still couldn't see colors.

And not Luke, because he had met his soulmate this morning. And not last night like she apparently had, simply because she hadn’t left the house since then.

So it had to be some stranger, right? And still, everytime she thought about her soulmate, she thought about Luke’s piercing hazel eyes, his perfect smile and his soft brown hair and-

“Oh my god”, Flynn shouted, slamming the door shut behind her. “You can’t just text me that you met your soulmate without any details!”

Julie flinched and instantly shushed her. “Flynn! No one else knows! Shut up!”

“Oh Julie, I’m not stupid. Ray and Carlos went grocery shopping and the boys just passed me, saying they want to go to the Orpheum or something? Whatever, I need the details!”, Julie's best friend threw her bag beside Julie’s desk and jumped onto her bed.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know.”

Flynn laughed loudly and then looked back to Julie. She went quiet. “No”, she said. “No, no, cause I thought I just heard that you said you didn’t know who your soulmate is but I must have misunderstood.”

Julie sighed and layed back down next to Flynn. “You don't know? How can you not know? You met your soulmate, are able to see colors now and tell me you don't know who it was? How can you not know?”

“I don’t know.”

“Julie…”

“Seriously, Flynn. I don't know, okay? And it's horrible! I didn’t even realize I’m able to see colors now till this morning. I don’t remember suddenly being able to see colors after touching someone, okay? It was all so chaotic yesterday. The performance. The boys missing. Then I thought the boys were gone. Then they weren’t. Then they nearly died of those jolts in the garage. Then they were suddenly alive again. Then I had to explain to my dad why the hologram band from Sweden is in the garage. It was all messy and chaotic and I must have missed it.”

“Breathe, Julie.”

“I am breathing!”, Julie cried out, hiding her face in one of her pillows.

She felt Flynn soothingly patting her shoulder.

“So it isn't Luke?”, the girl said softly after a while. Julie choked and pushed down her tears. She shook her head, still buried in the pillow.

“But you thought he would be.” Julie went still and then shook her head again. “I guess I hoped it would be him.”

“Oh…”, Flynn mumbled and went back to rubbing her best friend's shoulder. While she had been against bonding with Luke and more one Team Nick, she knew that Julie had fallen for the ghost-boy. And, well, she’d mostly been against Luke because he was a ghost...which he wasn’t anymore.

“So did you tell the boys?”, Flynn asked hesitantly when Julie showed her face again and sat back against the headboard.

“Nope”, she croaked and cleared her throat. “I wanted to think and then tell the boys. But then they were busy trying to find Luke’s soulmate.”

Flynn opened her mouth and closed it again. “Wait so Luke met his soulmate too? When?”

“This morning at the Orpheum apparently”, Julie answered bitterly.

“This morning? Is he sure?”, Julie shrugged. “I don’t know, that’s what Alex said.”

“Ok, so you haven’t talked to him or, you know, touched him? I mean, what if he only realized this morning he could see colors? Touching him-”

“would either dull or brighten the colors.”, Julie finished, looking at Flynn wearily. “I forgot about that part to be honest.” Flynn was beaming. “But, Flynn, I really don’t want to get my hopes up just to be disappointed again, okay? And who knows, maybe Luke found his soulmate already.”

“Nuh-uh, you gotta be optimistic, okay? Everyone can see the way you two look at each other!” Julie frowned slightly. God, how she wanted to believe Luke could be her soulmate...she just didn't want her heart to be crushed when reality set in.

“Anyway, we gotta change that topic because we can’t do anything about it right now. But before we start the Netflix marathon we gotta go to the kitchen or I’ll starve.”

Julie laughed and rolled her eyes but followed her friend.

The two girls were in the middle of topping off their tortilla chips platter with cheese when the front door was opened.

“So, let me sup it up”, they heard Alex's confused voice. “You don't actually know you met your soulmate this morning, you just didn't realize before then that you could see colors? So you meeting and touching them also could’ve been yesterday. Which actually seems more plausible, if you think about-”, the blond boy stopped abruptly, Luke next to him, when he saw the girls sitting at the counter frozen up and...listening.

“But the only person you touched yesterday, other than us, is Julie so- ohhhh”, Reggie bumped into Luke and shut up when he saw their faces.

There was silence for about five seconds in which everyone in the room realized what Reggies statement meant before Flynn hopped from her chair. “Reggie, Alex, you have to help me pick out a movie upstairs. Now.”

And Julie and Luke, still frozen up, were alone.

“So-”

“I-”, they started at the same time. Julie blushed. “You go first.”

Luke nodded awkwardly and walked towards her, sitting down on the chair opposite to her.

“I didn't realize it till today. I don’t know why i thought it might’ve been someone at the meeting with Willie today but I thought you couldn’t see colors and I didn’t want to get my hopes up, and-”, he was cute when he rambled, Julie thought, but stopped him from any more talking by reaching out and taking his hand that was on the counter in front of her. Every color in the room seemed to get even brighter momentarily and Julie gaped. Luke did too.

“So, that was fool-proof.” Luke laughed lightly and slowly took her hand in his. Julie couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

“I didn’t realize it till this morning either. And i wanted to think first but then Alex told me you had met your soulmate this morning but i had to have met my soulmate yesterday so I thought- wait, did you just say you didn’t want to get your hopes up?”

Luke grinned but blushed. “I kinda thought it was obvious, you know, that you mean a lot to me.”

Julie’s heart seemed to beat faster and she squeezed his hand. “Well, apparently everyone but me realized it but...it’s mutual, Luke.”

The boy smiled widely and pressed a shy kiss to their joined hands. “Good to know.”

Julie swore she never smiled that hard ever before.

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