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milkywaygg · 5 months

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Confidential Affairs Chapter 10

Cosma interpretation belongs to @eripops. Ik there's a lot of chapters in this but I swear things will hit the fan soon lol. Might be posted later tonight or tomorrow. We'll see.

Month 5

Weeks had passed and Euphemia’s lie had gotten unnoticed. Despite her parents constantly trying to set dates with random business partners and having to come up with crazy excuses not to go, Euphemia was at least thankful that they’d start sending her money to help with rent once more. Because of them, they were able to shop around for baby clothes and had the ability to pay for a wedding cake tasting, where Jules basically inhaled all the samples, even from flavors she knew he didn’t like. She also got a kick out of his indecisiveness; battling between chocolate and vanilla before going with two halves with each flavor, alongside buying a pack of red velvet cupcakes for Jules to pig out on.

Meanwhile, Jules had finally reached the point where his baby bump was completely out in the open, his shirts barely able to still cover it. Throughout the days, Euphemia had also noticed Jules’ movement was slower and was now having trouble with simple things such as reaching for a cup from their cabinet, or bending over to pick something up. Occasionally, she even had to bridal carry him up and down the stairs, not that she minded. She smiled lovingly at him as she did so, imagining herself carrying him all the way down the aisle to the limo that said “Just Married” on the back.

Despite loving the fact that he needed more attention, Euphemia couldn’t help but worry as she watched his wobble around, barely able to move like he used to, She thought about his job and how he and his unborn would potentially have to stand on his feet for 8 hours, bending and hurting his back as he crafted beautiful bouquets for people who treat him like absolute garbage and having to stress out about multiple orders from people too lazy to grow their own flowers. Deciding to take a break from her secret job searching, Euphemia turned off her computer and left the room, taking a seat on the couch to watch TV as she waited for Jules to get home from work.

“Oh? Euphemia! I’m surprised you’re home.”, Jules’ voice suddenly made an entrance through the room, alongside the sound of a closed door, “You usually don’t get home until late.”

“Meh..they let me go early. We uh…ended up having some technical difficulties with the servers. Plus..we were slow.”, Euphemia said, kissing Jules’ cheek, before noticing his tired, and somewhat sad face, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Bad day.”

“The worst.”, Jules sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to his fiance, “A lot of the customers today were just…so rude for no reason…I-my mind has been so scrambled lately trying to take care of this baby and planning our wedding, I-I’ve been messing up on taking orders and preparing them. I’ve lost count of how many times I had apologized to them, and a few of them even complained about me to my supervisor. Calling me stupid…useless…”

“Oh hell no…”

“That’s not even the worst of it!”, Jules sighed, wiping small tears off his cheeks, “She came back.”

“She? What are you-oh…you mean that bitch back from when I visited you at work?”

“Yes..I was barely able to block her wand spells. I think if I had just been a little bit bigger, then she’d probably have gotten me.”

Euphemia shook as she listened to Jules vent, her magical cores boiling and her blood fuming. If only she knew where she lived. Euphemia wanted no more than to turn Karen into a toad and keep her like that for the rest of her life. She knew her magic was powerful enough. Unlike most fairies, her transforming spells were permanent to her victims, regardless if their fagiggly gland was perfect or not. She remembers the time she had to turn one of her bullies into a fly in high school, not for pounding her or shoving her in the locker, but for smacking Jules’ behind in a flirty way. If only she could have been there for him now..

“Well..maybe it’s time.”, Euphemia started, “I’ve been thinking, you’re on your 5th month now, and..I think it’s time you talked to your boss about taking paternity leave, or quitting.”

“Quit my job? Why?”

“I can’t help but think about our baby, and lately, you just look like you’ve been struggling a lot.”

“Not more than I had normally been.”

“Well sweetie..it’s not just that.”, Euphemia started, massaging Jules’ somewhat tense shoulders, “I’ve been thinking about after the baby is born, and I just can’t help but wonder if you would want to become a house husband. You know, so you can take care of the baby while I’m working.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea, but you know, I’ve worked there for 5 years now, and I absolutely love doing it. It would hurt having to leave.”

“You have your flowers in your garden to still tend to. Plus, would you rather spend a bunch of money having a stranger taking care of your little baby rather than doing it yourself for free?”

“I guess when you put it that way..”, Jules thought.

“And it really wouldn’t make sense for me to quit because, no offense sweetheart, but I do bring in more cash than you.”

“Well..”, Jules pondered for a moment. He had loved tending to his flowers and watching fairies fall in love over red roses every day since he had started his job. He loved watching women present the roses to their husband and getting some rather passionate kisses in return. He event had the pleasure of watching a proposal right in front of the counter; his co-workers yelping and cheering for the eloped couple. There was no doubt in his mind that he loved working at the flower shop and no amount of Karens or rude customers could level out the love flowing through the air.

But the more Euphemia tried to explain to him, the more he couldn’t help but agree with her. Of course, leaving the flower shop would hurt, but his parents had often taught him that no family could be healthy or strong without a few sacrifices here and there, and knowing how much Euphemia had sacrificed since he had told her about his pregnancy, Jules felt as if it was his time to return the favor.

“Well…if this it what you want.”, Jules said, smiling softly but sadly as Euphemia returned the look, stroking his seaweed colored hair.

“Trust me. I only want what’s best for you and our little one. Just let me handle everything on the finance end from now on. Until this wedding and baby comes, I want you to take it easy for a little while. Just do whatever household chores you can without hurting yourself and you’ll be doing more than your share.”

“Well..I…ok but, you know I can still help out, right? I mean,I’m not THAT big yet.”

“Sweetheart, just do this for me. Please?” Euphemia begged as she squeezed Jules’ hand, before earning a nod, kissing his lips passionately before snuggling up against him, “You know I love you right?”

“Of course. I love you too, hunny bunny.”

#fairly oddparents #cosma family #fanfic #au

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creacherkeeper · 3 years

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read ur pacific rim fh au and am LOSING it!! like the implications!! if you’re still doing the headcanon thing and okay w this, can i ask for more headcanons about that au? specifically are fig and kristen piloting together or doing other non combat roles? also jawbone piloting HELLO!! and god just. everything you said about the sisters.

OH I AM MORE THAN HAPPY TO OBLIGE

so jawbone was actually one of the original pilots, and the only one still in commission. he's definitely getting too old for it but he trusts in his abilities and overall wants to keep his niece, tracker, as safe as he can. also he doesn't want to leave the base because he thinks of all of the young pilots as his kids and they frequently come to him when they're having problems. the moonlit werewolf is the only mark-3 still fighting

among the other original pilots was sandra lynn. she and gorthalax piloted the demon ranger. fig was much closer to her (as she found out later) step father gilear (who acted as a government liaison for the jaeger program) than she was to sandra lynn growing up, due to her always being based elsewhere or out on missions. fig's world got shaken in her high school years when it came out that sandra lynn was having a long-time affair with her co-pilot, and she and gilear divorced. sandra lynn and gorthalax were benched. sandra lynn was kept on base as a consultant, but gorthalax ended up traveling to where fig was to try and explain himself and repair their relationship. while on a music tour several years later, mostly running away from her problems more than anything else, fig witnessed first hand a kaiju attack. she realized how important the job of pilot was, and applied to the program. aguefort accepted her right away

pok was one of the original minds behind the jaeger program. together with aguefort, he created the pons system that linked pilot's minds. people speculated that pok 'disappearing' was because of this. that either his research killed him, or someone else did because of it. riz only ever wanted to figure out his father's disappearance. becoming a pilot was just the easiest way to do it (at least in his eyes). he really didn't mean to start caring about all these people along the way

aguefort was the first jaeger pilot. it was said he had a partner, but no one knows who it could've been. there are rumors he piloted the chronophoenix all by himself. but those are just rumors. his daughter, ayda, won't speak on any of them. she doesn't really like talking about her father in general. though she certainly grew up with a knowledge of combat, knowledge of tactics, knowledge of jaegers and how to pilot them, she only ever meant to be a scholar. she studied kaiju and how they worked. she studied the oceans they came from. she studied the earth and how it changed. she was a scientist. she didn't count on meeting fig

fig's relationship with sandra lynn was incredibly strained when fig first got accepted as a pilot. sandra lynn never meant for fig to follow in her footsteps. the years of combat had gotten her fucked in the head enough, she didn't need to worry about her daughter too. when fig came back injured from her very first mission, her partner, penelope everpetal, dead before their medics could reach her, two things changed:

one: sandra lynn realized her daughter wouldn't be dissuaded, and that if she couldn't be a mom, she could be a teacher

two: ayda realized there were some things worth fighting for (fig was one of them. the biggest one she could think of)

fabian piloted like he had something to prove, because he did. his papa had made a name for himself. fabian would too. and if that meant killing kaiju for his father to harvest and sell on the black market, that's what he would do. he thought he'd be paired up with a guy like gorgug, maybe ragh, not some scrawny little nerd who knew more about the mechanics of the brain than how to throw a proper punch. the first time they drifted, he got it. he got why riz was there. and riz understood him, too. that was the thing about the drift. no secrets. they vowed to keep each others. when ragh threw riz into a trashcan their first day of practice, fabian broke his nose. the two of them were pretty close after that. and they eventually got chummy with ragh, too, after dayne was expelled from the program. ragh was moved to combat trainer. fabian and riz eventually came to pilot the gilded spyglass. it took time to master the balance between grace and force, strength and dexterity, damage and speed. but they found it. and they were unstoppable. almost.

gorgug never wanted to be a pilot. his parents were mechanics. that was the whole thing, really. you grow up around jaegers, you understand them, and you're good at it. even if you don't want to be. even if you wished you could have the brains and not the brawn. or be a medic, like kristen. kristen actually helped people. gorgug was big enough to throw a mean punch. some things changed when zelda came. she needed a co-pilot. the world needed heroes. gorgug never thought of himself as one, but he knew how to fight. and he knew he wanted to protect zelda. not that she needed it. but he wanted to. he wanted to if she would let him. the enormity of his decision didn't really hit him until they were facing their first kaiju. he understood jaegers. he didn't really want to understand monsters, too

kristen wasn't a pilot, and that was fine. she patched people up. when fabian and riz came back with electrical burns, she patched them up. when metal frenzy got a building to the face and gorgug and zelda both had concussions, she patched them up. when tracker came to the clinic with yet another random, minor, 'accidental' injury, kristen patched her up

when the storm oracle was pulled to the bottom of the ocean, and both adaine and aelwyn nearly drowned, kristen sat by their bedsides and did not leave for three days

it was what she did

and that was fine, for a while. but the kaiju kept coming. and people kept getting hurt. and kristen thought, for the first time, that maybe she was very tired of cleaning up messes. maybe she wanted to go out and make some of her own

the thing was that kristen was charismatic, in that awkward, foot-in-the-mouth, guard-down-around-them kind of a way. she talked to people. and she knew things. she got along with almost everyone, except for the people that she didn't. it was just ... no one expected her to be drift compatible

no one expected her to be drift compatible with ... literally everyone

she chose tracker, though. of course she chose tracker. who else? and jawbone deserved some rest, after all this time, even if he did refuse to leave the base. leave all his kids. they gave him a trauma counselor position, and he got ... close with sandra lynn. it was a little weird at first. it made sense, though. everyone admitted it made sense. and the de facto parents of the base didn't ruin everyone's fun too much. when there was fun to have, at least

and there wasn't always. there wasn't at the end. not with how many kaiju were coming through the breach

moonlit werewolf could close it. it was mark-3, after all. nuclear. no one thought kristen should be the one to do it. she was so new. she was a medic, for whoever the fuck's sake people were praying to now. but, it was kristen. she'd make the sacrifice play, if she had to. every time

gilded spyglass, metal frenzy, storm oracle, wizard's paramour, and moonlit werewolf touched down at the breach

and kristen, with a hole in her chest, was the last one to surface

they save her, though. of course they do. this is a happy story. and because it's a happy story, eventually there are no jaeger pilots. there are no jaegers. there are scientists and medics and teachers and musicians, and there are the bad kids, which they all say ironically, because they don't really feel like they ever got to be kids at all

there's time, after. there's a lot to rebuild. to fix. to figure out, in the aftermath. but they have time

for the first time in a long, good while, for most of their short and fragile lives, they feel like they have time

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #the bad kids #pacific rim au #YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME NONNY #YOU CANT JUST BE LIKE #HEY DO YOU WANT TO EXPAND ON THAT AU OF YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE #BECAUSE YES #YES I DO #fuck i listened to the pacific rim ost twice over while writing this #i need to go the fuck to bed #ENJOY GOODNIGHT!!!!!!!!

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beatricethecat2 · 3 years

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"No joy," Myka says, peeking into the static bag.

"That was the correct part, was it not?" Helena enlarges the photo on Myka's phone of a nineteenth-century elevator car housed at the Warehouse.

"I'm pretty sure. But that picture's not great." Myka slides the handle out and plops it back in to the tune of no sparks.

Helena noses around the storage space as The Dakota building's manager walks in.

"Maybe what you're looking for's in here," he says, plunking down a milk crate full of parts. "When they renovate, they save anything original."

"It's an elevator handle. From the original manual ones. Just not this one." Myka slips the part from the bag and holds it up.

"Might be in Ms. Shiva's apartment then. Parents took two cars and made them into a bar. Or could be from the one that went missing, the mysterious fourth car."

Myka and Helena share a concerned look, knowing the Warehouse took it without permission.

"Can we see the other two?" Myka asks.

"Look just like that one." The man points toward the ornately carved wooden car on the other side of the room. "Handle's that important to you, huh?"

"As architectural historians? Yes," Helena snips in a clipped, scholarly tone.

"Alright. Gimme a minute." He slips his phone out of its belt clip and walks out of the room.

Helena picks through dust-covered items in the crate. "This may be a lost cause."

"It must be upstairs. The walls are so thick, the ping could have come from anywhere."

"You said 'pickup,' not 'ping.'"

"Claudia called it a pickup yesterday! Today she called it a ping."

Helena huffs a disgruntled breath.

The manager waves a hand from the doorway. "She said it's ok to come up."

Myka follows the man, but Helena hangs back.

"Aren't you coming?"

"I...should look through this crate."

"You know more about this stuff than me. You should come with."

"Myka, I...."

Myka steps closer and lowers her voice. "I know you're not happy about being here, but I really need your help."

Helena holds Myka's gaze but doesn't move.

"Please."

Helena nods an apprehensive yes.

"You'll tell me what's going on with you later, right?"

Helena nods again, with equal apprehension.

Myka grimaces. "Come on."

They follow the manager out of the room and into the elevator to the fourth floor.

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The Adventures of Wells and Bering ("Warehouse 13" Season 5 replacement) Season 1: Episode 3 Title: New York City: I'm buggin' out!

Summary: After three blissful days holed up in their Philadelphia hotel room, Myka receives a call from the Warehouse asking for help. Helena proclaims New York "a cesspool" when told the pickup is in the city. Myka laughs when told Helena was last there in 1893. Told she can stay behind, Helena follows anyway, the pair taking the train to avoid driving. Helena tells tales of city adventures with her partner Wolcott as she and Myka make their way uptown. Helena tenses upon arrival at their destination, so much so, Myka can tell something is off. Later that day, Helena reveals a long buried secret.

Previously: Episode 1, Episode 2

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***BONUS SCENES***

After a less than jovial dinner (pictured above), Myka and Helena settle into their hotel room. Myka lounges in bed, already showered, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, nose buried in a book. Helena searches through her luggage after emerging from a shower swathed only in a robe.

"I know dinner wasn't great," Myka says, setting her book on the nightstand, "but something else's off. You've been weirdly touchy all day."

"I apologize for not being, as Claudia might say, 'all sunshine and rainbows.'" Helena yanks a t-shirt out of her suitcase. "Perhaps we should call the whole thing off."

"What 'thing'?"

"This trip."

"Why?" Myka sits up.

"Because me being sullen is not an anomaly."

"I know."

"Then why on earth would you subject yourself to that again?" Helena turns to face Myka and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Because you promised when you got like this you'd talk to me and I believed you."

"Fool," Helena says, the word filled with fondness rather than bite.

"Come here," Myka says, patting a spot next to her.

Helena stares at the bed but doesn't move.

"Come here..."

Helena's eyes lift to meet Myka's; the longer they stay locked, the less defiance they hold. She huffs a disgruntled breath but does as she's told. She sits stiffly, arms folded over her chest, back propped up against the headboard.

"Now, tell me what happened in that building," Myka says, laying back, turning to face Helena, head propped up by a hand. "Remember, I said I wouldn't judge you."

"You say that now..." Helena says, glancing at Myka.

"I won't," Myka says, slipping her hand over Helena's and squeezing, dragging it down to her lap, breaking her protective arm-fold.

"Where to begin," Helena grumbles, pressing her eyes closed, head falling back against the wall.

"How about..." Myka scoots up, aligning herself with Helena, all the while keeping hold of her hand. "The first time you were there, finding that artifact."

Helena rolls her head to the side and meets Myka's gaze.

Myka raises her brow and grins expectantly.

"Oh, alright," Helena grumps, sighing deeply, then lifting her head from the headboard.

"Wolly posed as an investor, and I, his wife. He and I were given guest accommodations, courtesy of Gustav Schirmer, a music publisher. We had a vague idea of what the curiosity was but needed time and access to suss out its location."

"I bet you and Wolly made a better couple than Pete and I ever did," Myka quips.

Helena huffs a short laugh. "People like us 'acted the part' on a daily basis. Anything beyond that was an extension of those fabricated selves. One had to switch 'on' any number of personas just to keep safe. It was difficult at times to remember our true selves."

"I'm sorry. That sucks."

"Easier for me than others. Though in that regard, I'm glad society seems to have changed for the better." Helena meets Myka's gaze, her eyes falling to her lips.

"Me too," Myka says as Helena cups her jaw, guiding their mouths together.

Their kiss lingers but as Helena's hand slides to the nape of Myka's neck, Myka pulls away.

"Story first," Myka says, slipping her hand over Helena's, lifting it away.

Helena pouts.

"After." Myka caresses Helena's cheek, then places a soft, brief kiss there. "I promise."

"I shall hold you to that."

"Oh, I know," Myka says, smiling. She settles back and waits as Helena collects her thoughts.

"The Dakota was unique,' Helena begins, "its design, the first of its kind in the world. A playground for 'new money,' miles away from 'civilization' further downtown. Few dared travel that far north, so their soirees were rather insular."

"That's good, right? Easier to find the artifact?" Myka says.

"Indeed. Gustav adored hosting events, along with the Steinways. Guests chased tunes all over the building as engagements spilled between apartments. Wolly and I snooped around gratuitously."

"Steinways...as in the grand-piano-maker Steinways?"

"The very same," Helena mumbles. Her eyes turn distant, a thumb rubbing idly over a knuckle, her hands linked primly on her lap.

"Did you find the artifact?" Myka asks.

"Hmm? Oh...yes. But it took quite some time," Helena answers. "And along the way, I found something far more profound." She looks down at her lap, her hands pulling away from each other, tensing.

"What was it?"

"I found my One."

"Y-You had a One?" Myka says, stiffening.

"All too briefly," Helena says, then glances at Myka. "To have found another is a kindness beyond anything I'd ever imagined. I'm sorry it took so long for me to believe it possible."

"You mean me?"

"I do." Helena brings Myka's hand up to her lips and kisses its palm.

"I, um, guess it's silly to be jealous of someone who lived over a hundred years ago. Especially since I know nothing about them." Myka scoots closer, cozying up to Helena. "Will you tell me?"

"Would you like to know?"

"I want to know everything about you."

"That may take some time."

"We have time, don't we?"

"Time has never been my ally. Especially with the ones I love."

"Let's change that." Myka tugs on Helena's sleeve, and the pair slip down to lie prone on the bed. She turns and snuggles up, head pillowed on Helena's shoulder, arm resting across her middle. Helena relaxes into Myka's hold and wraps an arm over Myka's.

"Tell me about your One," Myka says. "Or, your 'first' One."

"She...was an extraordinary woman," Helena answers. "Unlike any I'd ever known. We bonded instantly, which was unusual."

"How did you meet?"

"I caught her hiding from the merriment during a soiree, nose tucked in a book. One Mrs. Elizabeth Westcott." Helena smiles, obviously warmed by the memory.

"Mrs.?"

"A marriage for appearances; personal gain for two up-and-coming families. Residing at The Dakota allowed her husband to carry on extramarital affairs with less scrutiny. He cared little about her own."

"So you and she..."

"If those walls could talk," Helena says, her smile bordering on devilish. "We had several glorious years together before she..." Her smile fades in an instant.

"I'm afraid to ask."

"She died, as one does when one's husband's mistress plots to kill you."

"S-She was murdered?"

"Freak carriage accident. Never proven, but everyone knew. To ensure Elizabeth never gave him an heir, after Christina. The irony being we'd planned on running away to California soon enough--"

"Wait, Christina was Elizabeth's?" Myka lifts her head to look Helena in the eye.

"I loved her as if she were my own," Helena snaps, "spirited her away to England as soon as I could, with the housekeeper's help."

"You stole her?" Myka pushes away, falling back on her elbows, mouth agape.

"I rescued her," Helena barks, jerking upright. "That monstrous woman still had talons in her father. There was no doubt Christina wasn't safe. It's what Elizabeth would have wanted."

Helena moves to leave, but Myka grabs her arm.

"Don't go," Myka pleads. "I'm sorry. I said I wouldn't judge you."

Helena freezes in place, her heart pounding wildly. A few moments later, she returns to Myka's side.

"Did anyone come looking for her?" Myka asks, pushing forward so as not to leave Helena stewing.

"I don't know. I doubt they could find me as only Elizabeth knew my true identity. And I never set foot in New York again."

"So literally 1893."

Helena nods, the sour look on her face softening. "I'd thought to visit her grave but haven't found the courage."

"You should go. We could go together. It'll give you closure."

"You sound so certain."

"I know it will help. I've loved and lost, too, you know."

"Indeed, you have, my love," Helena says, then sighs heavy-heartedly. "What a pair we make."

"I think we're a good match," Myka says, tugging Helena back to lie flat again. "We could take our minds off it. Make some new, pleasant memories." She slips a hand under the tie of Helena's robe.

"You did make a promise earlier," Helena replies.

"And I always make good on my promises," Myka says, drawing the tie free, brushing a fingertip over newly exposed skin. Helena quivers and relaxes back, offering no resistance as Myka fulfills her word.

End of Episode 3

-TBC-

NOTES: According to the internet, the term "buggin'" was coined in New York City. The fourth elevator really did go missing during The Dakota renovations in the 1960's (pre-landmarking). Thank you to the library for being open so I could borrow books and down some facts as this got way more involved than I meant it to become (but that's part of the fun).

This story format is...in my head, I'm calling it "TV POV." If we were watching the show, we'd see things but not hear the character's thoughts, so that's what I'm going for, I think? Broad strokes and quicker resolutions due to the 45 minute-ish run time (or would this show be a 25 minute one? Hmm.) Let me know if that's not working at all. I mean these are obviously pastiches of content - the images come first then the stories materialize afterwards. They are supposed to be short and clippy - plenty of room for the reader to fill in the blanks - but this one got away from me! Also Tumblr keeps making the second image blurry and I can't figure out why...

#BERING AND WELLS #w13 #fan art #fan fiction #Myka Bering #Helena HG Wells #i guess this project is #me making prompts for myself in some way?#like i need more work to do...#but I do hope there's some joy in it for those of you out there reading!

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horrorslashergirl · 3 years

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Chromeskull meeting his young future SO drinking at a bar after she walked in on her now ex-boyfriend sleeping with her now ex-best friend.

Chromeskull x Reader- Fantasy to Reality

Authors Note: Oh you know....Just a very long Chromeskull OneShot. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Warnings: 18+ Smut

Words: 4.1k

It didn't matter that you were looking out of place with your sweater, leggings, and UGG's among the people at the bar who were dressed in flashy clothes, you didn't come here to hook up or find a possible partner; you just wanted to get away from the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend. Oh! Ex-boyfriend to be exact.

Looking down at the half-empty glass of vodka, you debated if you should order another one, drowning yourself in alcohol seemed like a good getaway at the moment. You simply didn't want to spend your time listening to your cheating ex-boyfriend and who was supposed to be your best friend. All that sugar-coating was just a facade for their secret affair.

You thought that your relationship will blossom more, especially that you decided to go to the same college as your supposed lover; it was his idea after all. Staying in a bar all night was better than wandering the streets. You didn't had any place to go, after all, moving to another state, you didn't know anyone that would help you in this current predicament.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when someone occupied the stool at the bar next to you, and from the corner of your eye, you could tell it was a man, but you didn't give him any attention.

'[Name]?' an electronic voice pulled your attention, your eyes darting to the person; all dressed in fancy black clothes, tattooed hands, bald head, and finally to a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

"Jesse?" you asked, eyebrows raised in surprise, and the man offered you a grin, showing pearly white teeth.

Of course! How could you forget about him, he lived in Jacksonville!

You haven't seen him since you were 14. He was an old family friend, remembering him from the family gatherings and parties, he was friends with your father.

"What are you doing here?" you asked and he raised an eyebrow at you.

'I should ask you the same thing, little shrimp.'

Oh, that old nickname he used on you when you were a child. He was a little younger than your father, and according to your age, he was supposed to be now probably in his late 30s.

"Just having a drink." you simply replied, but he could read you like an open book.

'Doesn't look like it.'

You sighed, knowing you won't get away without him finding out what was really bothering you, plus you kind of needed to get your frustrations out, so you began to explain to him what happened, how you got backstabbed twice in one shot by the people that were supposed to love, care and support you.

By the furrow and sad look in his eyes, you could tell he was angry by your former best friend and boyfriend, but also pity by what happened to you.

'No need to cry over such people. You can do much better.'

"You say that only to make me feel better." you murmured, taking another sip of your drink, only to be snatched away by Jesse, who gave you that stern father-look.

'No more drinking. You had enough.'

"I-I'm just angry....This is not how my first year of college was supposed to be like." you said, looking down at your hands.

'College can be tough...especially if you go after guys who don't know what they want from life.'

This time you gave Jesse an amused look and snorted.

"So what? I am supposed to date guys who have the same age as my father?" you asked in a sassy tone, and perhaps you shouldn't have said that because to Jesse it gave him some taboo ideas, but he quickly pulled them aside, he was married after all and you were the daughter of one of his friends. You were off-limits and so was he.

'What I am saying is that you should look for a real man. Someone who has a stable life and not some bag of meat who plays football, cannot keep a conversation and sleeps with your best friend.'

Ouch, that was harsh and his eyes softened as he noticed that he struck a nerve.

'I expect you to have higher standards, shrimp. You could do much better than that pig.'

You smiled at Jesse and nodded, feeling your self-esteem rise up a little from the ashes.

He indeed helped you out of your misery and it was nice to known someone in Jacksonville. Jesse even helped you out after that encounter at the bar, buying you a small apartment so that you won't have to stay with your ex-boyfriend and pay the rent, he always called you from time to time to ask if you needed something, it felt good to know someone genuinely cared about you.

'How can I not help you out, shrimp? You're my best friend's daughter. I don't wanna see you dead in an alleyway.'

Of course, your father was his best friend, it came naturally for Jesse to look out for you since your father lived on the other side of the country, but still, you couldn't help that sometimes you think of every nice thing he did for you as something more than family chivalry, especially after that small talk about how you could do so much better in the dating department.

You'd do him, alright!

Every time such thoughts crossed your mind you reminded yourself that he was your dad's best friend, a married man, and twice your age, but then other images crossed your mind that clashed with your rational part of the brain.

How could you not fantasize about Jesse? He was a tall, classy, and handsome man, with tattoos that you could ogle at for hours, dark brown eyes that always sparkled with mischief, and the way his lips pulled into a smirk; he really was a wet dream, well your wet dream.

It wasn't like you didn't continue to date, more like went on a first date and gave up, because the guy wasn't what you were looking for. They simply didn't have that specific something that Jesse had.

You continued on with your life, focusing on college and studies; three years went on like this until you were in the last year and one night you were watching some sappy romantic movie while your thoughts went again on a certain man.

You remembered an event that made you smile.

It was Jesse's wedding, you were just 14 and your parents pulled you along. You were sitting at the table, looking as the people danced on the gigantic ballroom, when Jesse came to you, asking why you had such a gloomy face.

You were probably the only teenager there and you had none close to your age to talk to or spend time with, so you amused yourself with watching.

'Dance?'

Of course, the invitation was all innocent and his wife was with the ladies having a good time, probably gossiping and whatnot.

"I-I don't know how to dance." you confessed, looking down, only for Jesse to crouch down and give you a genuine smile.

'Follow my lead.'

With that, he extended his hand and you accepted it, pulling you to the dance floor and sitting your feet on his own. You praised yourself internally for choosing ballet flats over the torturous heels. It was all fun back then, you were still clueless when you were a teenager and still didn't looked into boys and dating games.

Now? You remembered how good he looked into that groom tuxedo, how his expensive cologne invaded all your senses, and how he grinned down at your little self.

The ringing of your phone pulled you out of the delicious daydream and checked to see who it was.

Your father.

It was the usual call: How you're doing in college? What new things happened? Did you get a boyfriend? Nothing really out of the ordinary until he brought Jesse into the discussion and you felt sweat form at the back of your neck.

Looks like he had an accident six months ago and his wife died. That really made you speechless. You haven't talked with Jesse in the past months, you were so busy with studying and final exams and projects; you indeed missed on a lot of things.

"How is he dealing with everything?" you asked, genuinely concerned.

"He is overworking himself, trying to distract himself from all the hurricane of events. Just thought I let you know so if you see him next time you won't be taken aback." your father explained.

You understood the intention and the fact that he mentioned that Jesse was left scarred; you really wondered what happened. Car accident? Jesse had a habit of driving like a maniac.

Looking at the phone in your hand you wondered if you should text him, ask him if everything's alright, but decided against it. You weren't someone prolific in his life, you were just a person on the edge and he was polite and considerate to you, because of your status, not that he viewed you as something more than daddy's little girl.

All night you couldn't sleep because of the news, they haunted your dreams and made you all curious. The next day, earlier in the morning, you decided to go directly at him, you knew his address, and a face to face meeting was better than a text.

Paying the cab driver and waving him off, your eyes averted to the imposing metal gates and the kingdom-like front lawn and right behind it the 'castle'. Come to think that just one man lives in this place really made you wonder how much of a God-complex Jesse had.

Just as you were ready to call on the interphone, a small and put together brown-haired woman stepped out of the house and walking towards the gate, her eyes looking at you with curiosity.

"You must be [Name]." she said, offering a professional smile.

You raised an eyebrow at her.

"How do you know my name?" you asked, feeling like she knew more than you might think.

"Mr. Cromeans talks about you a lot. I'm Spann, his assistant. He didn't expect you." she said, pressing a button on a remote and the gate unlocked.

Top technology indeed.

"No, he doesn't. It's more like a surprise visit, to be honest....I just got the news of what...happened." you said, your mood dropping a little and Spann gave you a sympathetic look, motioning for you to follow her.

"I'm sure he will be happy to see you. None has visited him since the incident." she explained and your eyes widened.

None has visited him? He had so many people at his wedding and so many people always took a chance to be in his presence. What just happened? Being curious you followed Spann and profit to take in your surroundings; the villa was really imposing, the colors of black and white being the most noticeable, and you had to watch your steps as you marched up the marble stairs to the front row. Spann opened the double doors for you and motioned for you to enter.

"He is in his office. Go ahead, I have to go back to the headquarters of the company, but I'm sure he will be happy that you're here." That was the only thing she said before she closed the doors and left you standing there, feeling like a little mouse in this big house.

Looking around a bit you noticed what you assumed was the door to his study and you could hear the faint sound of fingers typing on the keyboard. With a little reluctance, you knocked on the door to make your presence known and opened the door, your eyes seeing Jesse behind the black desk working on his laptop.

You took the time that he wasn't looking up to observe him. The familiar flawless pale face was indeed deeply scarred, the skull structure more prominent and one might felt disgusted at such a sight, but you felt something else, it wasn't pitying, perhaps you felt a deep empathy, wonders of how much it hurt to get on such a result.

When his gaze moved up, probably he expected Spann, but not you, because his eye widened, hands stopping above the keyboard.

'[Name]? What are you doing here?' he slowly signed, getting up from the plush leather seat at his desk.

In the meantime, you had learned a bit of ASL from Jesse, the basics, but you took liberties and studied the unspoken language deeper. Why? Probably in certain hopes.

"I came to visit....I-I heard what happened." you spoke in a soft voice, afraid to not say something that might be wrong, your hands playing with the sleeves of your shirt nervously.

Jesse sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

'Nothing to worry about.' he signed, then leaned against his desk, his usual goofy face, full of cheekiness no longer present.

"I-I'm sorry." you didn't know for what you were apologizing.

Were you apologizing because his face turned into meatball meat and all because of him and his not so orthodox hobby and business, although you didn't know about it? Were you apologizing because his wife was dead and you didn't felt any remorse, because now he was available? You were apologizing because you were feeling like a despicable human being, with egoistic intent?

'You don't have to be. It wasn't your fault.' he signed, then he took a sip of his drink; definitely whiskey.

Not your fault, but the emotions you were feeling.

"None has been visiting you, at last, that's what I'd heard." you said, not really so sure what to make of this conversation.

Jesse gave you a non-pulsed look; no, none came to visit him or give him a 'get better' card or anything corny like that, because he didn't need any pity coming from anyone. He wasn't a helpless man; yes, he was mute, but he wasn't paralyzed to the bed or an old man you can give the compassion smile to. Vulnerable wasn't a word to attribute to Jesse Cromeans, but the truth was that he was feeling just like that.

Yes, the news about his now-dead wife broke him down, but Chromeskull wasn't one to be put down simply like that, and in a few weeks he got over it, despite the empty bed, just like the rest of the enormous villa. Even if she wouldn't have shot herself what would have become of their marriage; she would have left him in a heartbeat, and if it wasn't for the serial killer part, then sure as hell it would be for his face.

None, but Spann looked him dead in the eye, but that small woman had guts of steel. The women couldn't even look him up and no amount of money could change that. Sleeping with old geezers for a 1000$ sure thing, but a disfigured man like him, no thank you. Piggies were, all the same, no matter age, status; they were all disgusting future beef that will all fall to his blades.

He was pulled out of the gruesome daydream when your hand touched his forearm, his gaze meeting yours that showed pity. He fucking hated that sentiment, especially if it was directed at him.

"It's not that bad." you whispered, but Jesse was too blind to see through you trying to emphasize with him.

His face or what had remained of him pulled into a frown.

'Not bad? I look like a monster.' he signed with shaky hands, feeling like strangling something.

Indeed he was a monster, inside and out, only you didn't know it and the devil sure will drag you down for what was to come. You found your back against the wall, his tall form in front of you, looking you down. You felt like a small child being scolded by the strict father and you looked away, not able to hold eye contact. One hand pulled your chin up, making you look at Jesse.

'Look at me.' he signed and you felt your lower lip tremble, not out of fear, but more feeling self-conscious, not knowing what to say to make him feel better.

'Go home, shrimp.' he signed, turning away from you.

That nickname made you feel something else; rage.

"No." you simply said, making him stop and look back at you with a cold gaze.

"No. I'm not a shrimp. I'm not a little girl anymore, you know? I'm gonna finish college this year and hopefully get a great job in a prestigious company." you said, voice not shuttering at all, which surprised you.

"I know what you've been through was hard and I don't pity you, because you are stronger than you think, or else you wouldn't be here in front of me, alive. I know it's not the same, but it's not the outside-pack that's important. Everyone will in the end be all wrinkled and pruney at some point. The youth is temporary and isn't the inside that counts, with goods and bads." you blabbered, not stopping at all to give Jesse a chance to sign.

"I'm not a little girl anymore that you can order to walk back to her daddy. I'm a fucking woman now!" you said, a hard look forming on your face.

That declaration really took Jesse by surprise, especially how straightforward you were looking at him, not even a glimpse of disgust in your eyes. Looking you up and down, he could agree with you. You sure grew up from that little girl that he used to make her laugh with goofy faces and jokes, you were no longer underage, you were no longer a clueless little thing that he took ballroom-dancing when there was none around parties to amuse you.

You were a woman now.

The next few seconds were a blurr, because you found your lips assaulted by rough, scarred ones; one of Jesse's hands fisting your hair and the other one around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. It was like millions of fireworks exploded inside your ribcage.

Jesse was prepared for you to push against him, to be completely repulsed, but your actions definitely took him by surprise. Your hands moved to fist his black dress-shirt, pulling him as close to you as possible, your lips moving against his and tongue running shyly over his.

You two kissed like two lovers who have been pulled apart for years, the need, the longing, everything was so intense as the need for air started to be and the kiss was broken, leaving you two to catch your breaths.

This was wrong on so many levels. You were the daughter of one of his very good friends, he could be by age your father, but God did that kiss felt so good and you reciprocated it.

What was so wrong about it?

"Jesse...." you whispered his name, pulling on his dress-jacket, signaling that you wanted it off.

Ohhh....fuck what people think.

Lips crashed down back again into another sloppy kiss, his body backing yours until you two reached the door, opening it and like that the jacket was off onto the white marble floor.

Both your steps took you to the main staircase and Jesse didn't waisted another minute, picking you up and marching towards the master bedroom. Until you reached the destination, clothes flew everywhere in your path; black button-shirt, black slacks along with your white blouse and black jeans, and both your shoes.

Before reaching the master bedroom, Jesse pinned you against the wall of the hallway, leaving opened mouthed kisses down your neck, the only pieces of clothing on you two were the white lingerie set and his black Calvin Klein boxers.

'Are you sure?' he signed, resting his forehead against yours, the only response you could form was a simple nod.

'Are you very sure, because the moment we step into the bedroom I won't be able to stop.'

That promise made a rush of arousal to pool into your panties and getting bolder you took one of his hands, moving it over your soaked panties, his brown eye-widening at how wet you were and all you did was just kiss. His hands moved behind your thighs and picked you up, waltzing into the bedroom and laying you down on the soft black bedsheets.

You stopped him before he could get on top of you, making him feel like you were ready to back up; perhaps you did realize that you didn't want him, but again you took him aback.

"I wanna please you."

He tilted his head, looking down at you curiously as you sat on the edge of the bed.

"I wanna make you feel like a man, one that is very much loved."

Oh, God...How can he deny you, especially when you give him those doe-like eyes of yours?

You motioned for him to move closer to your form, your hands running down his chest and to the waistband of his boxers, biting your lip as you slowly pulled them down. Your expression was probably hilarious because you felt Jesse give a silent laugh.

Ok, he was definitely going to be the biggest you ever had and when you looked up at him and saw that smirk of his, feeling proud of what he was packing, you felt your heartbeat pick up. Slowly, you started to stroke him, up and down, eyes focused on him, then you started to use your mouth, working more on the tip, feeling how his legs tensed every time you run the tip of your tongue over the slit on top of the head.

Jesse was feeling like he was in heaven, your hot mouth so sweetly wrapped around his cock, sucking and fondling his balls, and everything was because you wanted, not because you felt forced or because he paid you. You were genuinely enjoying yourself.

He was going to cum if you kept it like this and he would be damned if he was going to cum like a virgin from a very good blowjob. It's been six months without any sex and jerking off got to a point all boring, so having a young and beautiful girl such as yourself worship his cock like that, really was setting his libido into a howling fit.

His hand moved into your hair and pulled you away from the hard as stell length of his. You got worried, thinking you did something wrong, only to be laid back on the bed, all sprawled under him. He would have loved to bury his face between your legs and choke on your pussy, but his face was still sensitive, even kissing got him a little itching. There was more recuperation progress to do on his face, but until then, he was going to make you scream.

Your hand rested on his neck, feeling his pulse and looking into his brown eye, the other one foggy and probably blind.

"Jesse....I wanna see your face as I cum." you whispered and that was the last straw because in the next 5 seconds you were filled up to the brim with his length, your legs around his waist and hands running down his back, both of you breathing hard.

How could you want him? Someone who could have anyone she desired, you....You desired him.

He would have lasted more than 30 minutes, but everything was coming down on him with such intensity it was hard to hold his orgasm, but it was all worth seeing the lewd faces you made as he pounded himself into you, your moans and praises were all music to his ears.

You cuddled up to him, his hand stroking up and down your lower back and he chuckled silently; you reminded him of a kitten, all content like you just won the jackpot.

"I'm happy to be with you." you whispered, kissing his chest, fingertips running over the skull tattoo.

'You do realize your father will have my head on a stick, right?' he signed with an amused smirk.

"Mhmm...Don't worry. I will protect you." you said and Jesse pulled you onto his lap, smirking at you.

'I'm sure you will, shrimp.'

You gave him a glare, punching playfully on his chest and making him laugh.

"Will you stop with that nickname? I'm not a little girl anymore, dork." you told him, but he shrugged.

'You're still my little girl. You are daddy's little girl.' he signed suggestively, and you squeaked as you felt something poke your behind.

"Jesse!"

#Chromeskull #laid to rest 2009 #chromeskull x reader #chromeskull: laid to rest 2012 #Jesse Cromeans #jesse cromeans x reader #slasher x reader #horror movies

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madsdefencesquad · 3 years

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The semi-companion piece to Kevin's one and it's all about Mads, of course. Dedicated to Kevison Nation (every single fudging one of you) and to @flythesail and @penny259 (your comments have me weeping haha 😚). Also on ao3.

A little into Madison Pearson by x (with additions) Summer 2026

I first met Madison Pearson a year ago at George Clooney’s 65th birthday celebrations in Perthshire, Scotland in a fashion closer to that of long-travelled friends who haven’t seen each other in years than that of complete strangers who just so happened to enjoy the same foodie indulgence (bacon-wrapped dates, anyone?). Despite the grandeur of the guests present at the lavish affair – politicians, laureates, philanthropists and A-list celebrities (including her own husband actor Kevin Pearson) – Madison Pearson had the kind of invigorating energy that just drew absolutely anyone in.

Perhaps it was the enchanting mix of contained excitement and understated class she exuded that will warm you upon beholding up close, or perhaps it was the charm of a more loquacious woman of California mixed with the rare intelligence of a world-traveller. Either way, despite the taxing social waltz her husband took her throughout the night bumping elbows with the elites, Madison was one of those people who truly left a lasting impression.

Squeezed next to her in the back of a cab, Madison is head-to-toe in Temperley London x Axel Arigato (vintage-inspired nautical jumpsuit and platform suedes) en route to a baking class where her five-year-old twins Nick and Franny are waiting for her to join them along with their father.

“I was supposed to get changed,” she says, lamenting on her attire worn for a meeting with some West Chester development executives that’s perhaps too luxurious for an afternoon of mixing flour and butter and sugar. “But you have to make at least a bit of an impression, right?”

Madison has been the powerhouse head honcho of the Pearson family business, Big Three Homes, since its establishment three years prior. With a solid background in business management and a surefooted ability to navigate the mores of an ever-changing property development landscape, it was no question that Madison would rise up to the challenge of breaking into the market with a business model founded on family, philanthropy and sustainability.

Despite growing up largely independent without people close enough to call family, Madison has also found the means to speak about her experiences in an effort to encourage and give hope to the younger generation of girls and young women who may be going through an ongoing battle between themselves and their self-worth.

“I never felt enough,” she says of the origins of her battle with her eating disorder that began when she was still in middle school. “I look at Franny and she’s so small and carefree and I want to give her everything I never had, but I know that even that won’t be enough unless she herself realises how worthy she is of all the good and all the love that she deserves.”

We pull up outside the baking studio and she brightens at spotting her husband and twins’ silhouettes behind the frosted glass windows. Nick and Franny almost topple over their stools as they rush to overwhelm their mother while their father scrambles to keep his heart rate down—a close call with their foreheads hitting the edge of the marble benches as they got down will just about do it.

Even with her petite frame, Madison carries the twins like she’s just holding a bag of groceries. Unsurprisingly, both Nick and Franny are as enamoured of their mother as she is of them and are on the verge of complaining when put down just as Kevin, grinning ear to ear, envelops Madison in his huge arms—to be fair, he’s always been quite remarkably chiselled but the Tom Ford sweater and those tailored jeans (chosen by his wife “of course” as Kevin credits) is a different level altogether. He leans down to give her a kiss.

Back in Perthshire a year ago at the Clooney extravaganza, I caught up with the married couple the day after the festivities over a traditional Scottish breakfast as we overlooked the highlands of the Gleneagles.

Perhaps unlike the Clooneys, who were still entertaining their guests from all over world, the Pearsons were much more relaxed within their own family bubble. Having just celebrated Kevin’s twin sister’s wedding three days prior with close family and friends, the pair was grateful to spend some quality time with each other and their twins without the need to be anything but present.

From my perch, Kevin and Madison were the kind of couple that were very much “old souls”. They held an affection for each other that is rooted from sincere fondness and adoration for each other—they converse like deep friends and trade wits like secret lovers. And despite the media attention of the adorable moments shared online (often by the social-savvy actor), Madison is uncompromising when it comes to the privacy of their children.

While the twins dipped in and out of the table pilfering scones or taking over their mother’s green juice, neither one of their parents were the least bit bothered by the constant attention they need to provide such a rumbunctious pair.

“They’re so funny,” Kevin said, a careful eye on little Nick who was staring at the whipped cream on his tiny finger like he was contemplating on wiping it on his dad’s face.

I do recall having a good laugh when I accompanied the family on a tour of a nearby 17th century castle and little Franny, a copy-and-paste of her mother, pointed at a wood-cut table decoration of what looked to be intertwined lovers and confidently yelled, “That’s mommy and daddy!”

The fierce mama bear of the Pearson household of four (Madison sometimes calls her husband “kid number three, but don’t tell him that or he’ll get ideas of trying for another!”), remarks that forging her own path away from her husband’s spotlight had been remarkably easy, and she gives much of the credit to the rest of the Pearson clan who all treasure family more than anything.

Even with the notoriety of her brother-in-law, rising political star Randall Pearson, who currently serves in the Philadelphia municipality and is on track for a career in congress, Madison says that quality time to rest and recuperate is a must.

“[My sisters-in-law] and I have a girls weekend every other month when we can where we literally book ourselves a gorgeous Airbnb and just glamp down. I’m talking sleep-ins, endless mimosas, spa sessions… you name it! It’s the kind of getaway that [our husbands] get really jealous for.”

And upon being reminded, Kevin, now sporting Franny’s tiny chef’s hat, shakes his head at his wife conspicuously as if in reprimand that he most definitely should be included in the gals’ next glamping session despite him being, well, not a gal.

While Nick proudly counts five of about a thousand sprinkles that are scattered on his side of the bench, Madison congratulates him with a warmth and pride that is infectious enough to make you think that she’s proud of you too. And despite her husband’s very obvious possessiveness over her—you could count only one occasion where the actor is not at arm’s length from her—when Madison focuses her attention on you, it’s not difficult to believe that this powerhouse woman could truly do absolutely anything.

“She is that and more,” Kevin says about his wife. “Sometimes I can’t believe that this is my life. Our life! Like, she’s mywife, and these two are our kids. It’s just wild! I’m grateful, just grateful.”

Despite the doubts and fear that had been Madison’s constant companions for most of her life and especially going into adulthood, there is a fierce resilience in her that she could only credit her dear grandmother Frances—her own daughter having been named after her.

“She always believed in me,” she recalls, an eye on the twins squatting by the oven watching their creations rise. Despite the deep grief and loss that are quite intimately shared by the married couple, Madison says that it has only made them more resolute in loving their children and each other as best as they possible can every day.

“You just don’t know when it’s your time,” she says. “So, Kev and I make sure that there are no ‘next times’ when it comes to our family.”

When I had asked Madison about Big Three Homes back in Scotland, she squealed at the origin story of its founding, which started with Kevin’s late father Jack Pearson having asked his wife Rebecca to start the business together as partners.

Although Jack’s tragic and unexpected passing put an indefinite hold to this dream, its fulfilment through his son Kevin and through Madison is a testament to the kind of legacy that Jack Pearson had begun through his kids.

“I mean, it started off as more of a passion project for Kev,” Madison says. “But we knew it was always going to be something really special. Especially because his first project was the house that Jack had wanted to build for his mom. And when Kevin had this wonderful idea of bringing the family together to start the business and he asked me to be a part of it, how could I have said no!”

Kevin makes a point to say though that even if the idea of Big Three Homes originally came from his parents, its fulfilment is as much a part of his and Madison’s own story as it is his parents’. And choosing to have Madison work alongside him wasn’t just the best choice (given how much of a boss she is), but it was the only choice he ever wanted or considered.

“I know this is cliché, but I can’t stand not being with her,” Kevin says. “I made a point of this when our twins were born, and I meant it!”

Madison and the family split their time between California and Pennsylvania both for Kevin’s work and for the business, but nowadays, it’s more of an 80-20 split in favour of the east coast.

When asked about a career path carved away from her hometown in California, Madison says fondly, “It surprises a lot of people when I say this but I’m actually an east coast girl.”

This fun fact translates quite well in Madison’s day to day. She could turn any conversation into an erudite discussion, and she will utterly beguile you with her knowledge of books and literature—her constant companions when she can sneak away to her own personal Taj Mahal, a stunning Japanese garden in the backyard of their Pennsylvania home which Kevin built especially for her.

As the Pearsons continue to make a splash in the world of construction, politics, arts and entertainment—a rare mix indeed for a family in the spotlight—Madison is determined to continue writing a story with her husband and her children that she never had growing up.

With the twins happily destroying their creations by the mouthfuls, Madison promises that another visit is a must and perhaps this time, she can show us a collection of Kevin’s baby photos coupled with her own personal commentary to boot.

And who would say no to that.

#kevison #kadison #kevin and madison #still not over that kadison tag but loving it coz yes to more madison yeeeeee #I tried to not let Kevin get away with being gushy but he keeps taking over!!#lezbereal he's in too deep we get it boyy #I need to do a combined one because Uncle Nicky and some of the fam has to feature am I roighttttt #anywhoo hope y'all enjoy this <3 #this is us #tiu #kevison fanfics #kevison fanfic #tiu spoilers #I know most of the deets won't be canon after season 6 but whatever I do what I want #kevin pearson #madison this is us #madison pearson

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luverofralts · 3 years

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Post Arkhelios

She had put on a positive face for Abe, but internally Ulyssa was extremely conflicted about her feelings for Roman. She knew that he legitimately cared about Abe, but also knew how self absorbed Roman could be. It was the Bellamy way to act like they were above everyone else and Roman had learned a lot from his grandfather. It seemed like Abe was the only person able to cut through the Bellamy brainwashing and get Roman to feel. In the corner of her mind, Ulyssa wondered how Roman would have treated the situation if she had gotten pregnant from their brief affair or if he’d ever been able to seduce her idiot brother. Probably even worse than this, if she was being honest with herself.

Her feelings towards Roman were always in flux because of the huge wall that he put up between him and the world. She was never sure if she actually liked Roman or was attracted to him, or felt pity for him, or if she secretly enjoyed their little arguments. Maybe Abe could help bring that wall down permanently one day, or at the very least, keep Roman from pissing people off so frequently.

Ulyssa left an hour later, after making sure Abe was in an okay place about his boyfriend. If she wasn’t sure about her feelings about Roman, she at least was starting to see Abe and Lucy as friends because of all of this. In a place like Arkhelios, teen friendships seemed to be rare, and however this all ended, Ulyssa was glad that she had gotten to better know the Chuns. Between this secret, and their parents running off together, she knew that if she needed support, she could actually find some back in Arkhelios.

Abe had gone to bed immediately after Ulyssa left, if only to have some time for himself away from Lucy’s over protectiveness. His mind was swirling with thoughts and feelings that he needed to process by himself without her open anger at Roman. To be honest though, he was starting to feel influenced by her remarks. Maybe Roman wasn’t coming back after all. Maybe he would return to school, and only see his family over school breaks.

An even worse feeling came over him suddenly. What if he brought home someone else from Pleasantview? Even if it had been arranged by his grandfather without Roman’s input, Abe wasn’t sure that he could live in an Arkhelios where Roman was engaged to some rich sim and forgot about all about him. He knew Lucy thought about this possibility all the time, and it had been Roman’s mission to bring new people here by any means necessary....

Abe buried his head in his pillow and groaned. This was a line of thought for tomorrow, when he didn’t feel so hopeless.

His bedroom door squeaked open, and Abe figured that it was just Lucy checking on him again. He turned on his side and pretended to be asleep, so she wouldn’t stay to make even more pitying remarks about Roman’s intentions.

“Abe? Are you awake?”

Abe bolted up quickly in his bed. He’d know that voice anywhere!

“Roman! You’re here! I can’t believe it!”

Against all odds, Roman was actually standing in Abe’s bedroom. Unless this was some kind of magical hallucination or trick, Abe had been right about Roman’s feelings for him.

Roman looked awkwardly at his feet.

“....Hi. How are you?” Roman cursed himself internally for being so awkward. It was just Abe after all. Still, it felt weird to talk to him now without bringing up the elephant in the room.

“Lucy was convinced that you were half-way to Veronaville by now.”

Roman flushed furiously. Neither teen moved for fear of spooking the other one. Abe could feel the tension in the room like it was physically pressing on him.

“I just needed some time,” Roman said. “I shouldn’t have run...but I’m here now. I want to be there for you...if you still want me to be.”

The tension began to ease. Abe quickly crossed the distance between them and grabbed Roman’s hands, placing them on his ever expanding stomach.

“Of course I still want you here!” he said fiercely. “It’s all I’ve been wanting since I found out about this...situation.”

The two teens sat on the floor and looked at the ground. Neither one seemed to know what to say. Roman reached for Abe’s hand, which caused Abe to jump and Roman quickly withdrew his own hand. Touching each other was what had caused this situation in the first place, and Abe still had Lucy’s warnings ringing in his head. Maybe if Roman had come immediately things would have been fine, but Abe had been freaking out alone for days now, and there was still awkwardness between them. Roman cleared his throat.

“H-how have things been?”

“The morning sickness has gotten a lot better, thank god,” Abe replied, and Roman nodded sympathetically.

“That sounds rough.” He made and held eye contact with Abe. “I’m sorry that I took so long to get here. I...I’m sorry that I put you in this position to start with. I never intended for this to happen.”

Abe reached for his hand without hesitation this time.

“I know,” he said. “Neither did I. It’s been kind of a roller coaster of feelings the past few days.”

“My uncle Hunter is adopted,” Roman blurted out suddenly. “His dad was Launce Durant, and my grandparents adopted him.”

Abe realized where this conversation was heading, and he was glad that Roman brought it up first. He had heard the Durants talking about their long lost half-brother before, and everyone wondered who Hunter’s other parent had been. Abe’s mom used to date Launce, but everyone knew how Launce’s life had spiraled out of control when his brother Benvolio died. Any one could be Hunter’s mother or father. Elaine had certainly not commented on Hunter’s origins, and Abe figured that if he had a half-brother out there, she would have probably mentioned it by now.

“When I worked at the orphanage, the kids seemed pretty happy,” Roman continued, playing absentmindedly with his shoelaces. “Some of them got adopted really quickly. I don’t think anyone here would know if...if we went there.”

Tears were starting to well up for both teens. Abe nodded and wiped his eyes.

“Yeah, no one would know,” he repeated sadly. “Maybe that’s best. Hunter seems really happy, and Launce sees him all the time now.”

Abe crawled back into his bed, and Roman mindlessly followed. Abe wrapped himself around Roman and tried not to cry.

“Roman? I don’t want to be like Launce,” he whispered. “Stay with me? We can figure this out together. What’s the difference of our families finding out about us now instead of when we’re in college? It’s only a few years.”

Roman froze momentarily, remembering his grandfather’s anger at the idea of him even talking to the Chuns, and the disappointment of his grandmother for not heeding her warnings about him following his hormones. He thought of how intensely Elaine watched him while he was near Abe, and what Lucy and Ulyssa surely thought of him by now.

He pulled Abe in closer to him.

“Okay,” he vowed. “We’ll do this together. Who cares about who knows.”

Elaine left for work early in the morning, blissfully unaware of the teenage drama brewing in her house. Oriana had pressing business at the bank for Abraham’s estate, and hitched a ride downtown with her wife, leaving the house in Ironman’s control. He had been acting a little dodgy lately when she talked about the kids, but she chalked it up to him readjusting to having Elaine back in his life, and getting to know the kids he had never seen because of Elaine and Abraham’s fighting.

Ironman purposely started his house cleaning away from the noisy kitchen, where he could hear Lucy shouting. Better to have plausible deniability and not check into that, he decided. He wasn’t sure to what extent his programming would allow him to keep information from his partner, so knowing nothing was probably the safer route. He felt that Oriana and Elaine would have more compassion than Abraham had shown for Elaine all those years ago, but he didn’t want to risk history repeating itself.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Lucy was shouting presumably at some one who didn’t normally live there, and was therefore a part of this messy situation. Ironman made himself scarce before he found out more.

Jorah had come over to walk to school with Lucy like he usually did, and was currently holding her back from attacking Roman.

“It’s romantic, he sighed dreamily. “Two people from fighting families falling in love and running off to start a life together....”

Finding Roman making pancakes for her brother was the last thing Lucy had expected to see that morning. The fact that they were acting so weirdly in love, and holding each other like they had planned this whole mess...It was impossible to stomach. Roman abandoned Abe for days and now here he was making a mess of the kitchen and spouting off syrupy declarations of love to her idiot brother.

“Jorah you can’t be buying this,” she groaned. “This is ridiculous! This isn’t a Veronaville soap opera, it’s real life and you two are about to ruin both of yours. Don’t let Roman drag you down like this Abe. He may have hit rock bottom, but you still have a future!”

“I haven’t hit rock bottom,” Roman corrected while flipping pancakes. “Dropping out of school means that I have time to be a dad now, and I can make breakfast for Abe every day.”

“Dropping out? You are being expelled,” Lucy corrected angrily. “And you have no money, no job and now no education. Where are you going to live? How are you going to pay for things like diapers and you know, basic things like food?”

Abe poked at his pancakes nervously.

“Well, Mom might let us stay,” he said. “Or the Bellamys. I’m sure they’d understand, and want to help raise their grandkid.”

“You think Mom is going to let Roman Bellamy live in our house? You think the Bellamys won’t just kick you to the curb? Look at how they’ve treated Adam his whole life. Look at how they’re treating him and Omar now!”

“But this would be different,” Abe protested. “Our families could come together now and be happy. Romeo and Juliet’s love always ends the fighting in the stories.”

Lucy just stared at her brother, unable to comprehend his line of thinking.

“No, you know what brings Romeo and Juliet’s families together? Death and lots of it.” She pointed at Abe with intensity. “If you decide to bring this idiot to Mom or walk into Salem Bellamy’s house with a baby, that’s all you will get too. If you are really serious about ruining your life, then go anywhere but here with Roman. Go to Pleasantview. Go live out your stupid fantasy in Veronaville. Just leave before you become yet another unsolved murder here.”

Lucy stood up dramatically, dragging an open mouthed Jorah with her.

“Some of us still have school to attend.”

#ts2 #sims 2 #arkhelios #post arkhelios #Roman Bellamy #Abe chun #lucy chun #sorry for the novel #minor arkhelios spoilers #sims 2 pictures

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Anissa Crawford Speaks Out: That B*tch is Crazy!

Last night Lady Anissa Crawford, a Lunarian socialite best known for her stint as girlfriend to the teenaged Prince Nicky, broke her silence on her experiences with Princess Isadora of Castille. She gave an interview to famous late night talk show host Francesca Valentine, giving an in depth look into the early signs of Isadora’s troublesome behavior. The interview drew in millions of viewers to Late Night Tea with Francesca and started the trending hashtags #TheWickedWitch and #BurnIsadora after Lady Anissa let loose how the younger Castillian Princess would send people to harass the young socialite during her relationship with the Crown Prince. View the full interview under the cut!

Francesca Valentine (FV): Now that we’re back from the break, here’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for this evening my dear viewers! Tonight’s special guest is a socialite we all know and love to hate, a woman who has dabbled in fashion design, modeling, and dating very wealthy men: Lady Anissa Crawford!

The audience bursts into applause as Lady Anissa walks onto the stage and seats herself across from Francesca.

Anissa Crawford (AC): Thank you so much for having me Francesca, I’ve always been a big fan of the show!

FV: It’s a pleasure to have you here, Anissa, though it feels like you’re always on my show one way or another.

AC: *laughs* Well, I’m always happy to give you something to talk about, dear!

FV: *smiling* Tonight you asked for this to be the platform from which you speak of events kept as secrets you’ve held close to your heart for many years now, correct?

AC: Yes. I’ve kept quiet all these years on the advice from my parents and lawyers but now that some of the truth has come out about Isadora I feel like I should share my experiences with her, if only to give the people a better understanding of what poor Nicky must have gone through and by extension Princess Minerva.

FV: It’s so brave of you to do this, Anissa, truly. Let’s start with having you explain how exactly you started your relationship with the Crown Prince?

AC: Nicky and I met at a Hartfordshire Academy sports event when we were both in our junior year of high school. I attended Hartfordshire’s sister school, an all girl’s private academy right across the street from the boys. We would rarely be allowed to interact with each other anywhere but sports events were always the exception.

FV: So you caught his eye?

AC: Actually, I started talking with one of his good friends at the time, Jack Pierson. I thought Jack was cute and wanted to get closer to him and so I started hanging out with his friends which included Nicky. Anyways, long story short Nicky and I got to be friends before we started dating; we actually didn’t realize we liked each other until he invited me on his birthday trip to Selvadorada.

FV: Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t Princess Isadora on that trip as well?

AC: She was. Everyone who went on that trip were Nicky’s closest friends and family at the time. Prince Gabriel, her older brother, had been his childhood best friend since before they turned eleven. He’s always been close to him and Isadora – he treated her like his own sister.

FV: What were your first impressions of her at that time?

AC: The moment she realized I was a part of the trip – before Nicky and I even got together on it – she was glaring at me and complaining to her brother about an “outsider” travelling with them. She made several passive aggressive comments about that childish nickname jealous little girls gave me back in my teens: “Easy-A”.

FV: What did HRH say about it? Didn’t he defend you against her?

AC: He pulled me aside and told me not to take it personally, that she did this to everyone who came into their circle of friends. Nicky pitied her because of her family situation, you see, and explained part of it to me. I pitied her too after that.

FV: Oh? Care to share?

AC: I don’t think I will, sorry, but that stuff was personal to the Castillian Royal family and I’m not comfortable airing the entire family’s dirty laundry to the world. Just know that she had a seriously messed up childhood and started taking it out on others. I tried not to let her hostile behavior get the best of me on that trip but when Nicky and I announced we were a couple she started to escalate her vicious attitude.

FV: How so?

AC: When no one was looking she’d trip me up, spill things on me, hide my things; those were just petty little kid things, honestly, and didn’t bother me too much. It was when she stole my phone and texted my parents the nastiest things – she was calling my mom wh*re and b*tch and even told my father that “I” had found out about an affair my mom was having with her assistant! – they both were so angry with me! What nobody knows about that trip is the fact that my father had me sent home early because of the cheating accusation.

FV: Was there any truth to it?

AC: Absolutely not! But at the time he honestly thought it was something I had told him in confidence, he had brought all of my siblings and my mom together for a dramatic family meeting where they started fighting over it. I had tried to tell them that it wasn’t me who said those things, that it was all a lie from that little brat but neither of them believed me.

FV: What happened during after that?

AC: My parents thought I was acting out for attention and sent me to therapy. Funnily enough, it really helped me focus on my home life and school, which were things I didn’t care too much about back then. It even ended up bringing me closer to Nicky, who was so, so supportive to me during that time. Nobody ever believed me that Isadora was the one who was using my phone to “grab attention” from my parents though.

FV: Was that the only time you had contact with her? Or were there other incidents over the years?

AC: There were tons of situations where she would straight up shove me – she even “accidentally” caused me to fall down a flight of stairs at an event I had gone to with Nicky! I ended up only spraining my ankle but that was seriously messed up of her to do – she’s obviously had a homicidal streak in her for years. It’s honestly not a surprise to me that she’s behind the attempted assassination of Princess Minerva.

AC: She would also follow Nicky around all. the. time. Honest to Watcher, she was stalking him. She’d make sure to fly out to Lunaria every weekend to see him and would become furious when he didn’t include her in his plans. She would guilt trip him constantly into inviting her along on our “dates” and when it got to the point where I’d become angry with him over it he’d pull the “she’s like my sister” card and say he’ll make it up to me.

FV: And did he make it up to you?

AC: Honestly? Yes. He was an attentive boyfriend, despite the weekly Isadora interruptance. He always knew how to make me laugh, was patient when I had my infamous diva moments, got along great with my family, and really pushed me to be better. He also bought me some pretty great gifts. *laughs*

FV: The public was in an outrage over his spending habits for your gifts, no?

AC: *snickers* He did know how to spoil a girl.

FV: If you were getting along so well, how did it all fall apart?

AC: After Nicky and I went to separate universities, we kind of took a break.

FV: Kind of?

AC: We still had every intention of getting back together in the end, but I wanted to be free during my college experience and I thought he wanted the same. He ended up rooming with Gabriel and of course Isadora constantly came around under the pretense of “visiting her big brother”.

FV: Is that sarcasm I’m detecting from you Anissa?

AC: Damn straight. I don’t know exactly what happened but she got her claws into him. Made him think I had been cheating on him for our whole relationship, – I still believe it was her who was feeding the press “exclusive” interviews about my Easy–A behavior – she also fed him lies that I was just using him for his money.

FV: You were constantly asking him for things though...

AC: I never asked him for much more than his love and time. He bought everything he knew I enjoyed because that’s the type of person he is. He’d give the entire world to the person he loves the most if he can, that’s what makes him such a great partner. I don’t know how Isadora poisoned his mind against me like that, it’s like she was a witch or something *laughs*.

FV: *laughing* Well, she’s certainly wicked!

AC: The last straw for me was after his graduation from UBrite when those photos of him and Isadora were published. I had traveled out to see him at the home he had been given as a graduation gift, hoping to talk things over with him and see if we could salvage or relationship but...*sighs*

FV: But what?

AC: Let’s just say it was too late for us. He began dating Isadora openly after we split and I vaguely remember saying some seriously nasty things when I was cornered about our split. I feel terrible for implying that Nicky was such a selfish man, that he was only with her to “get it out of his system”. He truly loved her then, I know that. He had always loved her to some degree, platonically as children and romantically after we grew into adults. I was devastated to hear about those abuse rumors – he didn’t deserve that, no one does, ever. I’m so happy she’s been exposed for what she is: a crazy b*tch. I hope they catch her soon.

FV: Will you be reaching out to HRH now that his eyes have been opened to Isadora’s evil ways? Is there a chance you could rekindle your romance?

AC: *laughing* Dear Watcher, no! That chapter of my life is over and I’ve fallen for someone else.

FV: Oh? Who is the lucky guy?

AC: *smirks* Oh Francesca, I don’t kiss and tell. Maybe you’ll see us together on my Simstagram someday...

#sims 4 royal legacy #sims 4 royal family #sims 4 monarchy #sims4 royal family #sims4 royal legacy #ts4 monarchy #ts4 royalty

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A Different Man (Pacho Herrera x Reader) Pt. 1

AN: As you all know, Pacho is the flamboyant gay godfather of the Cali Cartel, and one of the most powerful men in the cocaine business. But what would happen when he was confronted by his past? Before the business, before the negotiations, before tearing people apart with motorcycles... A sort of realistic AU that in the beginning, before Pacho came out, he was married to a woman (reader), and even had a child with her... but later abandons them both after she finds out a secret of his... Ten years later, now a kingpin, Pacho Herrera hopes to come to closing terms with the reader and his past... but it won’t go as smoothly as he thinks.

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It was awkward, going into a place filled with guards to the brim and an extravagant house that put all other billionaires to shame. She had never lived this way with him before, even after they had their son together. They used to live paycheck to paycheck, and though her parents helped her family out tremendously, she was always the one to insist that they make their own doing. He was a jeweler, and she was a simple 9th grade history teacher. One may think they’d make sufficient money, but the place that they lived in, costs were exorbitant. So they had no time for luxuries…

She never remembered any red flags of him trafficking. Perhaps he’d stay a little later in the night for work, but she always recounted waking up in the morning with him beside her in her bed. He was always up before her, either looking up at the sky or watching her sleep, and she always opened her eyes to see his brown ones looking into her own. She smiled, and they would kiss, and then she would go to their son’s room to check on him. Afterwards, she’d leave, and he would take care of their son for the first part of the day. Then, when she came back, he would leave to do his night job, and the cycle would repeat for days on end.

But on one of those days, that would change entirely.

It was their anniversary that day. She remembered that clearly. They had been together for 3 or 4 years, and their son, Alejandro (Ali for short), had just turned one. In those past months, Pacho had seemed more withdrawn and less social as he used to be, and when confronting him about this, he always brushed her off. It definitely put a strain on their marriage, but she hoped that perhaps the little surprise she’d make for him would lighten his day. She sent Ali to her parents’ house for the day, hoping to just have the time between the two of them to rekindle that fire they once had.

She didn’t remember exactly how it came to be, but she ended up in a bar… Oh, that’s right. He didn’t even show up. Even when he told her through the phone that he would be home soon to celebrate. Frustrated, she had gotten a cab and went to the nearest bar, hoping to at least ease her anger with a few drinks. Then she could go back home, fall asleep, and forget about their anniversary, as he obviously did.

But then she saw it. A scene that would never be erased from her mind, and all she saw soon after were tears clouding her eyes.

Pacho was there. And not only him, but a man. They were dancing with each other, obviously intoxicated, until the man captured Pacho’s lips with his own. Everybody, including them, were too drunk on their own to notice this happening… except her. It was only a small peck, but it was enough for her to realize that after all these days, he wasn’t working late -- but having an affair with a man.

He was horrified when she called out his name. She left him, and soon he was following her on her feet. She could recall the shouts that left her mouth, the anger in her heart. He tried to placate the situation, but it was far too late.

She went to her parents’ house that night. And the next morning, she had packed her things, told him good riddance, and left. Apparently he’d forgotten all about her, because after that, he never once tried to call her family’s home. Perhaps he was too ashamed, too mortified to even see his own son.

That was years ago; hell, though it was a nightmare then, it had become a blur of the past in her mind. She had gotten her own apartment, and from there her and her son moved into it. And with what was happening, she even applied for a position as a Spanish teacher in the United States, hoping to get away from all the violence occurring in Colombia. But all the memories flooded back when she saw the smile of her old lover, the same eyes that gazed into her soul as they would when they made love back then. He walked up to her, his arms spread as if he was hoping to hug her like an old friend, a smile on his face. She didn’t reciprocate that same warmness he was giving her, and he took note of this, nodding as his smile fell and he sunk back into the chair he got up from. She sat down quietly, and the server came to ask what she wanted to drink; she told them wine. A bottle of it. If he wanted to talk to her so desperately, she would need to drink to ignore the emotions flooding over her.

“You look good,” he said, his sunglasses hanging from the front of his shirt. “As beautiful as I always remembered you to be.”

She didn’t respond. She only looked at him, wanting him to feel some sort of shame or guiltiness. It wasn’t him even cheating on her that made her angry about the past; it was the lie that he kept from her throughout their entire relationship, and afterwards, abandoning her and their young child. She didn’t want to be his friend, and she most certainly didn’t want to be associated with one of Cali’s kingpins. “What do you want, Pacho?”

He leaned forward, his eyes still sinking her in as he smiled softly. “How are you these days?”

“I’m not here to rebuild a friendship with you. I came here because you asked me to.”

“But you still came,” he pointed out.

“I can leave if it’s not important.”

He laughed, taking a long sip of the daiquiri in his hand. He shook the glass slowly, seeming to ponder. “Can’t I catch up with my late wife?”

“I don’t want to catch up with you, Pacho. You’ve already made us suffer enough.”

She saw the hurt in his eyes, and though he said nothing, the pain seemed to have transferred to her as well. But only his eyes showed the slightest hint of emotion. He took a deep breath. “I haven’t forgotten. You both are still the most important people in my life.”

“We both know that’s bullshit,” She said coolly. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have abandoned us like we were nothing.”

“And I’m sorry for that,” he responded. His hand was on the table, and she saw that familiar golden ring around his finger. It wasn’t their marriage ring, but a ring she had given him on his birthday so long ago. It was all she could afford, and yet he was so happy to have gotten it. He noticed her looking at the ring on his finger, and he smiled, looking down at it as well. “I wear it often,” he said. “And my wedding ring. Depending on the occasion,” He added, letting a small laugh out.

“Why did you keep them?” She said, and it was more in a curious tone than it was irritated.

“Because it’s a reminder of us. And when we were in love.”

She turned away and scoffed, “You never loved me, Francisco.”

Francisco was his first name, and a strike of nostalgia seemed to hit his eyes when she said it. Nobody had called him that for a very long time, she’d wager. “But I did,” he stated, and she had to take a sip of her wine after that sentence. “Not with your body…”

Her eyes met his. She knew exactly what he meant.

“But with you.” Her hands were starting to become clammy, her heart pounding in her chest. For some reason, in her gut, she knew he was telling the truth with those words. Words from his heart. “The times we were together made me… made me feel something.”

For once, she didn’t filter what she said. Her subconscious had taken over her conscious. “You’re gay, Pacho,” she stated bluntly.

A few of the men turned to look at them, and Pacho didn’t break his gaze from her. It was a widely known fact that he was gay; he told the whole world about it. But that didn’t mean he appreciated the venom in her tone when she said it. “Yes,” He said. “Yes I am.”

“Then how is it possible-...”

“I loved you as a person, not as a partner. Does that make more sense?” He said, and she could feel the tension from him, as if she was already supposed to know. But she didn’t. His voice lowered, continuing, “Do you hate me because of it?”

“I don’t hate you because you’re gay, Pacho,” she said. “I don’t hate you at all.” There was a pause between them. Then, “I don’t want anything to do with you because you’ve changed.”

“Changed?” He said, his voice still calm. Though his eyes told her that he was taken aback by this presumption. “How?”

She shook her head, grabbing her purse. Opening it, he eyed what she was pulling out. Not that it could be anything dangerous, that is; they’ve already checked her bag before she even stepped foot into the property. Nonetheless, he seemed to have a keen interest in what she was going to grab.

He soon saw her place some money on the table, and his eyes narrowed at her. “What are you doing?”

She stood up, grabbing her bag. “I’m leaving.”

He scoffed, but she didn’t care. She turned around to the door, only to be stopped by two men that were armed with guns. She was shocked, and when this happened, Pacho stood up himself. She looked back, noticing the smug countenance on his face. “You always want to have the last word, don’t you?” He began to walk towards her, and she swallowed the hard lump in her throat. When he came too close for comfort, she tried to look away, but his hand went under her chin and turned her face to look directly at his. “It’s cute how you think you can just walk away from me again. A lot has changed in these years, my dear…” He leaned closer to her, almost lowering his voice to a whisper, “And I’m not done talking to you yet.”

She tried as hard as she could to seem courageous, not pushing him away nor getting closer. The air felt stagnant as she traced her words out carefully. “You’re not the man I used to know.”

“And you’re not the woman I used to know. But we all change, don’t we?”

“No…” She said, shaking her head slowly. “But you aren’t the man I fell in love with when we got married. You’re not the man that used to love me as a person, or however you put it… You… You’ve changed. You’re a complete monster.”

He was amusingly surprised by the words. “A monster?” He asked in a more innocent tone. “Bold words you’re using to a kingpin of the Cali, don’t you think?”

“And what are you going to do?” She said, the confidence growing within her. “Rip me apart with motorcycles the way you did with Claudio Salazar? Or put a bullet in my head?”

He seemed disgruntled with the mention of Claudio. “Don’t mention that asshole Salazar, sweetheart. He’s not as innocent as he seems.”

“You quartered him like he was some sort of meat.”

“And now he is!” He said enthusiastically, spreading his hands. “Meat for the fishes, is he not? I’m giving back to Mother Nature!”

“You sick man…” She started, and, slipping between his grasp and the bodyguard behind him, she tried to run.

However, his hand had caught her forearm before she could bolt, and effortlessly dragged and pushed her to the side of the wall. His body caged hers so she couldn’t leave. He took out the gun from his pocket and placed it under her chin, making her finally stop struggling and stood catatonically. “Are you stupid? What did I say about trying to run away from me?” He asked, his other forearm pushing against her chest and nearly brushing atop her breasts. The gun dug into her skin, and every breath she took it felt as though it sunk in deeper.

“What do you want?” She said, exasperated. She’d be damned if she said she wasn’t horrified that he’d kill her at that moment.

He tsked at her, his other hand that didn’t hold the revolver came up to cup her face. “Why are you so cold to me, hm? Are you that upset that I didn’t like the feeling of your pussy?”

She knew he was taunting her, trying to make her struggle against him -- it seemed as if he was having fun with it. But she didn’t, and she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. It took two players to play this game. “No. You’re just one of many men, Pacho… And many of them would disagree.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, and she saw the glimmer in his eyes. “Is that so?” He asked, and his face got closer to hers. “Then tell me, my love… Did they fuck you like I did? Did they make you scream their name like I did?” His voice then got lower, “Did you ever let them put a baby into you… like I did?”

She shook her head, seething with rage. “No.”

“Then you should thank me. Many women would dream of carrying my child.”

“I’m thankful that you gave me this child. Not because of your arrogance that you were the one to father him… but because he’s the best boy I could’ve asked for.”

A small, honest smile formed on his face as his hold on her lightened. She felt that she could breathe more easily now, the air less stagnant as the tension dissipated. “I want to see him.”

She scoffed at the notion. “Why now, all of a sudden? You couldn’t make that decision ten years ago?”

“Things have been hard,” he said, slowly walking back to where he sat. His hand motioned to the table, as if ordering her to sit back down. When she didn’t move, he sighed, tapping his fingers on the table. “I appreciate your consideration, but the wine will cost a thousand times more than that excuse of money you put on the table. All of which I’ll be paying. So be a kind guest and finish it.”

“I didn’t know guests are supposed to follow their host’s orders,” She responded. “Or be forced to have dinner.”

“Do you really want to test my patience?” His voice had a mixture of impatience and frustration within it. “We can sit and talk about our son, but I’m still going to see him. Whether you permit it or not.”

“Not in this place, you aren’t,” She said quietly, almost indistinguishable. She knew she didn’t have a say on the matter, but the desperation in her voice was tangible. “If you want to see your son… it won’t be here.”

He eyed her suspiciously; “Then where?”

She didn’t want to, but she knew that at the end of the day, she didn’t have a choice. She could either maneuver the situation to her favor, or she could resist, but she knew the latter wouldn’t turn out successful. As much as she didn’t want to, when Pacho Herrera wanted something, you had to give it to him.

But in what way was up to her.

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mrsalenko · 3 years

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some headcanons. long and stupid. hope the readmore works lol

some shenko headcanons (sadie shepard specific because every shepard is different of course) because they live rent free in my head and give me serotonin. sadenko would prob be the ship name lol. which i like because it sounds dumb.

low pda couple. very low. most is hold hands in public, and only on off duty time when off normandy. private about kissing around other people.

affectionate in private though, but not constantly in contact because sadie doesn’t like hovering or constant needs for attention and kaidan is cool about respecting boundaries. sadie is spontaneous and passionate though so she’ll randomly give him a really big kiss and it will makes him smile for hours. she puts her whole heart and soul into them.

likes sharing a bed but doesn’t cuddle while sleeping all the time. shepard thinks it’s too hot to have him touching so she’ll shove him over the other side in her sleep and he’ll gradually move back but she doesn’t really mind. kaidan sleeps heavily some nights and sometimes really poorly but she doesn’t mind staying awake with him and giving him a scalp massage for headaches or talking quietly.

kaidan always calls her shepard. likes always. from habit from the SR1 and trying to be discreet and it bled into personal life. she sometimes gets slightly annoyed it’s like he doesn’t actually know her name so she’ll sometimes just call him alenko constantly and he’s like ‘okay what did i do wrong.’ because generally in private she’ll call him kaidan. often alenko on duty though.

shepard probably eventually semi retired from the alliance mostly because she can’t physically handle it. or psychologically for that matter. she’s pretty traumatized in general from everything. the thing that got to her most was dying and missing two years, and then the whole war thing and nearly dying again. she is fucked up beyond belief after the war for ages. takes a while to graduate from bed rest, to wheelchair, to crutches, to walking. kaidan takes care of her really well and is super protective. takes her to physio and does everything around the apartment. cooks, cleans, whatever. they live in anderson’s apartment, when it’s repaired enough because the keepers fix things pretty quickly. but prior to that a hospital on earth.

she also broke lots of things and had burns. the burns healed quickly with artificial skin grafts and medi-gel but the breaks were really bad. heaps of internal bleeding. they were worried she’d die but she pulled through.

kaidan becomes a bit of a worry wart about it all. really sick and stressed because he’s also trying to help with clean up, helping the rest of the normandy crew.

but eventually their life on the citadel becomes pretty comfortable and nice. kaidan remains in the alliance the rest of his life, the only reason he’d ever give it up is shepard and she never wanted him to. once shepard semi retires early, she talks up yoga and dancing for fitness. kaidan is baffled by the dance thing but appreciates it nonetheless.

it’s really easy to go to earth from the citadel with the beam that remains. kaidan goes down all the time to visit his mother who lived through the occupation, and tend to the property the family own but shepard refuses to come unless it’s by ship, because she can’t handle going through the beam. the beam is setup like an airport but like for instaneous travel. she’s forced on select occasions but only with holding his hand as they walk through. she likes kaidan’s mother, is sometimes confused by her, but likes having a mother figure who is very kind to her.

kaidan’s mom wouldnt have picked shepard for kaidan’s life partner (too messy, not quiet and sweet and kind like she always pictured for her boy) but likes shepard because kaidan loves her truly and she can see that. she just wants him to be happy. he never really told her much about shepard after she died and he came home on shore leave after the SR1 was blown up but kaidan’s mom knew something really wrong had happened to kaidan and he wasn’t the same. she couldn’t have guessed that he had an affair with his CO though. kaidan’s dad was ex alliance and she knew the rules through him and would have thought that was a really bad decision on kaidan’s part. kaidan’s dad if he knew would have been really disappointed in his kid. so kaidan never told him and he died without ever really knowing about shepard although he was a little suspicious. kaidan’s mom’s name libba and i always headcanoned as alma i believe, and casimir for his dad.

kaidan’s family is rich. they never hurt for money, so kaidan is the main one who brings income to his and shepard’s household. shepard has a good retirement pension though. so they’re quite comfortable. shepard finds it really weird because she grew up so poor and she remained poor until she climbed to higher ranks in the military. she worked from enlisted to officer which was really hard but all she ever did her teens and 20s was work all the time and volunteer for hard missions and be reckless.

kaidan had a degree in technology so he was able to join up as an officer.

their affair on the first normandy was probably the most passionate time in their relationship and based a lot around sex and this weird magnetism and insane attraction. it wasn’t shallow but they were both resisting a bit developing the emotional attachment because they knew it was wrong to be fraternizing. he is doubly devastated when she died because holding back didn’t mean anything in the end, she still died anyway. after this, his previous friendship with joker which was quite strong, is damaged pretty much irreparably because kaidan blames joker for getting her killed. joker says some unkind things to him at a service/wake and it nearly erupts into violence. joker was just trying to cover up his own guilty feelings but he alludes to their affair and kaidan is furious at him. they build some bridges during the reaper war but things remain a little snide. shepard knows she can’t fix it with words so doesn’t comment. she knows she missed a lot when she was dead she can’t take back or repair.

joker thinks it was wrong they were fraternizing. kaidan feels guilty but doesn’t regret a thing. in fact after shepard died, he wished he had said more.

after she dies he volunteers for high risk missions. spends a lot of time alone and drinks a lot. doesn’t really help. he’s a bit crankier than normal but he gets by. it feels like a secret he carries around that he can’t tell anyone or let go of. it’s not like he can say to someone ‘oh my last girlfriend suffocated in the cold of space and i was right there and couldn’t save her.’ so he doesn’t say much.

they did go on shore leave once before the mission to hunt down geth remnants with the SR1 after the battle of the citadel. it was to a hot sunny planet. they held hands once there and they blushed because they got to act like boyfriend and girlfriend and it felt a little weird but nice. the sun was baking hot, they drank a lot, hung out a bar and had sex mostly. they thought it was a really happy time. they had to pretend when they came back to the normandy that they went to separate locations but they both had a suntan that liara innocently commented on.

kaidan discovers then that shepard smokes and says she really shouldn’t. shepard gives him a really dirty look so he didn’t say anything again for a long time until he worked up the courage, but he doesn’t ride her about it. shepard also drinks a lot. sometimes quite a bit too much which he always worries about. kaidan doesn’t mind a drink and doesn’t even mind getting hammered occasionally but shepard uses it more like a crutch which is what worries him. she only stops drinking later in life, long after the war. she never did it on duty and hid it well. during the reaper war kaidan wanted her to see someone to talk to professionally but she scoffed and refused which caused a fight.

their fights can get a bit nasty. kaidan can get a little bitter in tone and critical and judgmental which makes shepard really angry. shepard for her part never knows the point to stop and can go too far and say hurtful things. they both apologize eventually and makeup. those kind of fights are rare and are usually the result of extreme external stresses.

shepard wants a dog when they live together. due to citadel policies over life support they can’t have one. but they play with the dogs at the orchard his mother keeps which shepard adores.

kaidan would have as many children as shepard wanted but shepard only agrees to two. well one really. the first was an accident but he’s the favorite really because he’s special and looks most like kaidan, but a mix of their personalities. has some anger issues like shepard but is usually fairly quiet. he had special needs growing up, he had nightmares and sensory issues. their second child was mostly planned and also a boy, who’s very good looking, talented with everything he does, but isn’t a strong biotic like his brother which always annoyed him. the older brother happens to be a biotic prodigy, and joins the alliance to be like his parents.

they might have a third child, a daughter, much later in life when everything is quite stable and the two boys are growing up a lot and shepard gets nostalgic. she would be absolutely spoiled by kaidan as his only girl and looks just like shepard. she looks up to shepard as her idol and hero and goes to dance class with her.

shepard has no idea how to be a parent and can be pretty lax about discipline. it was hard to bond with the babies. kaidan is really good at it and found bonding easy, always got up in the night when he could and let shepard sleep and he loved every second. shepard found it exhausting and hard but loved the kids more than anything in the world.

#sadie shepard

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ok so i’m just gonna get all my thoughts about wkm and folklore out in this post so i can stop being incomprehensible

and yes, this has ego shipping. i couldn’t stop myself.

the 1

Damien and William. I’ll start off like that. I feel like this is a melancholy ballad about a couple who didn’t work out due to maybe distance or misunderstanding- or in this case, being gay in the 1920s- and looking back on their childhood and regretting never taking that step. Also, the addition of meeting someone else and taking them home makes me think of Celine. And the singer seems successful, much like a mayor of a small city.

cardigan

Actor!Mark is written absolutely all over this song, albeit before he was entirely corrupted. But the plot, about someone still being in love despite the other having cheated and being hurt so much time after? That’s Mark, babeyyy. We know his mental state was not great after the divorce- maybe even before that. Celine was his rock.

the last great american dynasty

This tips more into my own canon, I’ll admit. But I always thought Celine and Damien weren’t exactly from the same social class as Mark. So when the marriage between the two happened, people talked. But Celine was always a badass. Even if after the divorce she was persecuted by the media, she kept her head up. Also this song makes me cry and so does Celine so I feel like that’s enough of a connection.

exile (Ft. Bon Iver)

THE MOST Celine and Mark song, well, ever. Miscommunication. References to acting as a career. The longing to make things right. Two perspectives. The third guy, who in this case is William, swooping in. Mark not having seen any of the signs of her discomfort in the lifestyle she led, and Celine just feeling shut out. I also feel like Mark was often worried about her offending other famous actors and she felt suffocated whenever they went out together.

my tears ricochet

Actor. This one might seem like a stretch, but the Mark we know is not the same from before the divorce. He was hurting, and confused as to why this had all happened to them. We know the divorce was messy and ended an entire friend group, and Celine seemed to have taken it much better, leading to the current circumstance. The fear of being home all alone- in this case because of a literal demon.

mirrorball

Since this song is revolving around someone that blends in, changes, can show a million different faces, I think it’s perfect for the DA, aka the viewer. This character had to be written so that we could all see ourselves in them, whether that be for WKM, ADWM, or AHWM. Also the metaphor about broken glass...? That’s just too perfect.

seven

More of my slight headcanons!! William and Damien growing up as friends must have been very close to this song. There’s talk about haunted houses, best friends, secrets, keeping in the closet, strict parents... I feel like they would be really cute in this song. They’ve been friends for ages, and even now, though they both look a little different. Overall, this song about childhood innocence slowly eroding fits the colonel and the politician.

august

This song is the second in the story about love affairs, excluding Illicit Affairs. This one always struck me because of how soft and tender it was, despite this being from the view of the other woman. There is a hint of regret and sadness that they can’t be publicly together, but you can tell there was genuine love between them. I like to think that William did love Celine, and saw the darkness within that house and within Mark. The affair was where it crossed the line, and he knew they couldn’t go back.

this is me trying

This one I see as mostly just about Damien. He had been the glue in this friend group for so long, and was so eager to see them all back together, it only made sense he would take the affair and divorce just as hard as those directly involved. I can imagine him pleading for reconciliation and attempting to help Mark through everything while still staying loyal to his sister. It must have been a struggle, and one he never let go of.

illicit affairs

Oddly enough, this song isn’t directly attached to August and Cardigan, but I feel like it fits perfectly for how Celine felt throughout the entire affair. She lost her love for Mark. She knew it was wrong, but she did truly did fall in love with William. The pains of being in their secret relationship and how useless she feels is perfect for how she wanted so strongly to be out of this situation even if she couldn’t be without either of them.

invisible string

Since the overall theme of this song revolves around the individual lives of two strangers having always been weaved together by fate, I feel like it fits the story Mark is building with all of these characters. Though this song is much happier, haha. This can also point to Mark now wanting us to be the love interest and trying to convince us we had been meant to be from the start, him being the hero and all.

mad woman

OBVIOUSLY Celine. She has her flaws, but she genuinely was a tough character who cared about her family. Even if she had been put down for her fieriness and her hobbies especially being a woman at the turn of the century, this madness is almost a freedom for her. Actor wasn’t the best husband, at least we can assume, and William wasn’t perfect either. And she never confided in her brother until it was too late. So all of this points back to her not trusting anyone in her life other than herself, and being trapped with her own anger and passions. I could write a whole essay on this one, guys-

epiphany

I guess this one might be fairly obvious. William. The Colonel who served more than his time. Who’s seen horrors that he still has yet to overcome. I imagine this song is specifically about him in the war, fighting to stay alive for his friends, and then him having to adjust and rely on them once he first returned home and had to deal with consequences of everything he saw overseas.

betty

gay and yearning. damien and william. next question.

peace

ok ok hear me out- The viewer about Damien. They’re life partners, whether that be romantic or platonic. Working together, studying together- it’s obvious there’s a really strong connection there. Also, the lyrics describe someone I really feel like fits Damien- honorable, has integrity, kind. Maybe this is self-indulgent but it seems like it really fits them.

hoax

This song is about a toxic relationship. Taylor knows it won’t work out, but she needs the other. The undertones of standing on the cliffside, the mentions of heroes and scars and the overall theme of faith and dependency make me, again, come back to Actor, thinking about Celine. Say what you want, but he was codependent.

#actor!mark #wkm #celine the seer #mayor damien #william j barnum #dilliam

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punksarahreese · 3 years

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A list of my current AUs; will be updated as more are made or moodboards are changed

CHICAGO MED AUS

4 mg Ativan | Anxious!Ava

Ava has been diagnosed with sensory processing disorder and a panic disorder. While this gives her a name to why she feels the way she does, the vulnerability it took to get her diagnoses was hard on her. Sarah has been her rock since starting the process, especially as she struggles with being an attending surgeon and coping with her anxiety.

current concept moodboard | original concept moodboard

Tags: #anxious!ava #4 mg ativan

Murmur | Mum!Ava and Mum!Sarah

Ava Bekker has a soft spot for kids, that’s clear as day. She is always so gentle and reassuring with her young patients, and the bad paediatric cases always hit her the hardest. She never really thought about having them, her job was too important, and she never had a relationship serious enough to even consider having kids with the person. When an orphaned patient comes into Ava’s care, she becomes a bit more attached than expected.

She adopts the baby, Vivienne Melisse Bekker, and finds adjusting to motherhood a difficult affair. Sarah helps, through it all she was always there. Somewhere along the way the two finally admit their feelings for each other. This AU follows Ava and Sarah’s lives as both doctors and mothers, as well as the ups and downs of Vivi’s health.

current concept moodboard | Vivi moodboard

Tags: #murmur #mum!ava #mum!sarah #vivi tag

Bloodletting | Occult!AU

Vampires, werewolves, the fae; oh my. Sarah Reese just wanted a quiet place to heal from her trauma, but instead she discovered a whole world she had thought was merely fiction.

Tags: #occult!au #vampire!ava #human!sarah #werewolf!ethan #werewolf!will #werewolf!connor #fae!crockett #fae!april #fae!noah #ghost!natalie #bloodletting #vampire!estia #estia tag

Restart | Fellow!Ava/Med student!Sarah

What would have happened if Doctor Charles never offered Sarah the psychiatry residency because some other attending got to her first? Would Sarah be willing to step out of her comfort zone and trust the one person who saw her raw talent?

Restart concept moodboard

Tags: #restart #med student!sarah #fellow!ava

Chronic |Spoonie!Sarah

Juggling being a doctor and a functioning human being is hard enough, but when you’re living with multiple chronic illnesses it can seem like you’ll never make it. Sarah Reese knows this first hand, trying to navigate her residency while battling with her own mind and body.

Chronic concept moodboard

Tags: #chronic #spoonie!sarah

Undertow | Marine Biology!AU

Sarah Reese and Crockett Marcel are marine biologists and research partners working on a project in South Africa. The move is an adjustment, but it is the first time both biologists truly free and in their element. Sarah knew the ocean holds the world’s secrets, but she really did not expect to figure out what she did.

Tags: #undertow #marine biology!au #marine biologist!sarah #marine biologist!crockett #selkie!ava #mermaid!natalie #siren!april selkie!robin

A Chance Meeting (Twice Over) | Teen!AU

Sarah Reese has had a less than desirable childhood, with her parents’ divorce, her dad cutting off contact, and her mother’s narcissism. Her teen years are spent mostly alone, too closed off and shy to bother making friends. In the summer after her 16th birthday, her mother’s boyfriend invites them to South Africa to visit him, much to Sarah’s chagrin. There, she meets a snarky, energy drink-addicted, South African girl who turns her life upside down in the best way possible. She has never had a friend like this, the fact that they clicked so quickly was insane to Sarah. Still, both girls found comfort in their quick friendship and trusted each other almost immediately. When their short time spent together ends, how will the two learn to cope half a world apart?

Sarah | Ava

Tags: #teen!au #teen!ava #teen!sarah #a chance meeting (twice over)

Recurrence | Cancer!AU

Ava Bekker had her whole life ahead of her, until a diagnosis of Ewing’s sarcoma through the seven year old through a loop. Countless surgeries and years of treatment later, the girl went into remission when she was 16. Ava though that was it, the end of a long fight she had finally won. She became a cardiac surgeon, inspired by her one doctor who soon became her mentor in her residency. When she moved to Chicago to pursue her fellowship, she found friends and love. She was happy and healthy with her girlfriend Sarah Reese, until she wasn’t. The recurrence rate of Ewing’s sarcoma after twenty years is 13%, which is rare but never zero.

Reccurence concept moodboard

Tags: #cancer!au #recurrence

La Douleur Exquise | Hanahaki!AU

Sarah can never seem to get on Doctor Bekker’s good side, even though she had been nothing but friendly since they met. The surgeon just did not have time to humour a psychiatry resident, apparently. Sarah tried to move on, but she soon realized that her admiration for Ava was not merely professional. When she starts developing a cough and some chest pain, Sarah tries to pass it off as a cold. However, when her bathroom sink is suddenly full of bloody flower petals after a coughing fit, she realizes it is definitely not just a virus. Sarah quickly learns that the excruciating pain of loving someone you can’t have is powerful enough to kill you, unless you kill it first.

La Douleur Exquise Concept moodboard

Tags: #la douleur exquise #hanahaki!au

Recovery | Trauma!AU

Ava should have known better than to trust another man. She should have realized that no man would be able to love her, maybe no one in general would be able to, not after what her father had done to her all those years ago. She made a mistake, many mistakes. Trusting Cornelius Rhodes in any degree had been her first of many. Letting him get to her so she could woo his son? That was the moment her future was written. Believing Connor Rhodes was worth any of this, the pain, humiliation, violation; she was so wrong. Perhaps the worst mistake she made was trying to fix it all on her own, in a last ditch effort to end all the pain and shame. None of it seemed to work out in her favour.

Recovery concept moodboard

Tags: #recovery #trauma!au

Rehearsal | Theatre!AU

Ava Bekker is the new girl and she already has quite the reputation. When one of her stunts gets her in trouble, she has to choose between a month of detention and community service helping the Drama club with their semester production. Not wanting to lose her afternoons and weekends to an empty classroom with an angry teacher, she begrudgingly picks the latter option.

Robin Charles is the drama club’s star actress and co-director, a brilliant girl with even brighter dreams. She adores the stage and is excited to show off her senior production in hopes of earning a scholarship to her dream arts university. When this brash yet charismatic South African transfer student is forced to help with the production, Robin is a bit miffed. Ava seems like someone who craves trouble but Robin cannot have her show be ruined. Will the two make peace or will Ava ruin the actress’ chances out of spite?

Robin | Ava

Tags: #rehearsal #theatre!au

Fractured Reality | Psych!AU

Crockett Marcel has fought with his mind for years, yet it took a turn for the worst after his only daughter was taken from him. He battles against the pain of losing her and the overwhelming weight of his delusions. They aren’t real, Doctor Reese tells him; but if they aren’t, why do they hurt so badly?

Crockett | Ava | Jimmy | Natalie

Tags: #fractured reality #psych!au

Crosshairs | FBI!AU

The Behavioural Analysis Unit at Quantico has two new additions within a year of each other. Both Agent Reese and Agent Bekker are no strangers to the twisted minds they spend so much time deciphering, yet personal issues may get in the way of everyone's work and safety.

Sarah | Ava | Vivi

Tags: #crosshairs #fbi!au

Heaven or Hell | Angel!Sarah x Demon!Ava

A cliché angel and devil story but one that explores what it means to be truly evil and how love can change a person for the better

Sarah | Ava

Suffrage |Suffragette!AU

Sarah Thomas learns her true worth in the early 1900's due to a chance meeting with a foreign feminist

Sarah | Ava

Tags: #suffrage #suffragette!au

Unethical | Mad Scientist!Ava

Doctor Ava Bekker lost her university research position due to clashing opinions, yet she refuses to let her hard work go to waste. She wholly believes that she can change the world and wants her ex-intern to be in on it. The intern, however, is not aware of this arrangement until it is too late

Ava | Sarah

Tags: #mad scientist!ava #test subject!sarah #unethical!au

16:22 | Time of Death!AU

Ava Bekker learns the hard way that death is not the escape she had been hoping for

Ava

Tags: #16:22 #ghost!ava #time of death au

Carcinos | Oncology!AU

Ava Bekker is an up and coming oncology fellow whose research proves just how brilliant she is

Ava

Tags: #carcinos #oncologist!ava #oncology!au

Metamorphosis | Healing!AU

How can you truly be free of something when it shaped your whole upbringing and left you so broken?

Ava

Tags: #metamorphosis #healing!au

911 LONE STAR AUS

Discrepancy | Disability!AU

Marjan Marwani never backs down; not in her personal life, in Roller Derby, or in her work. She always strives to be the best and to make her mark, since that’s what she was always taught. She wasn’t always so strong and fearless, though; that was built by a childhood of pain and uncertainty. Growing up she endured surgeries and years of physiotherapy only to be told she would never be an athlete, much less make it to the fire academy. Still, Marjan never believed them and she continued to push herself, despite the pain and discouragement. All she ever wanted to do was be a firefighter, it’s what she fought so hard for, and there’s no way in Hell she’s letting anything take that from her.

Marjan

Tags: #discrepancy #disability!au

CRIMINAL MINDS AUS

Crosshairs | FBI!AU

JJ | Emily | Penelope

Tags: #crosshairs #fbi!au

Blackbird | Jemily!AU

The bank heist ends in a terrible loss for the BAU. JJ is a wreck and she finds coping much harder than expect. It doesn't help when her lifeline decides to up and leave, making Jennifer believe maybe she destroys everything she touches.

Jemily

Tags: #blackbird!au

Malevolent | Unsub!Emily

Emily Prentiss is no stranger to pretending, rather she had become very adept at it as she grew into her full potential. She did not go to prestigious schools and learn so many languages to be seen as a weak female profiler, nor did she intend to ever work under a pretentious white man. They seem to forget her abilities and the fact that she was trained to be lethal. Still, these things take time, and Emily learned how to be patient especially through her time as Lauren. She's used to being dead - being forgotten - and that works in her favour.

Emily

Tags: #Malevolent #unsub!emily

#my aus #AU masterpost

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slash-em-up · 4 years

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Benjamin Sullivan: NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Actual king of aftercare. It doesn’t matter who was on top - he’s gonna walk, crawl, or hobble off to make sure you have a nice glass of cool water and something comfortable to wrap yourself in afterwards. Will check in to make sure you enjoyed yourself before pulling you into a big bear hug (if you want it).

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ben enjoys how dexterous his hands are - they’re strong enough to grasp his axe and kill a man with a single blow; but also steady enough to sew up holes in his trousers and carve delicate wood figures from scraps of timber he finds lying around.

On a partner he’s particularly enthralled with their eyes. They say that eyes are the window to the soul, and he believes that whole-heartedly. Eye contact is a big deal if you’re making love.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Likes to cum on your chest and face. He’s fascinated by watching your tongue creep out and lick it off your lips or suck it off your fingers. He might even do it himself if you’re not into it. He wouldn’t mind cumming inside you; but he’d rather pull out and make you even more dirty.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you come to his work a lot he’s 100% dreamt of bending you over the bar and fucking you right then and there. He wouldn’t say he’s into exhibitionism; but the thought of you pressed against the cool oak, begging for him is enough to make him reconsider that decision.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

TW: Underage, character is lying about his age. Avoid TW section if this is triggering to you.

The easy answer to this is… not very? The more complex answer is that he’s had several partners - but only one or two were actually positive or informative.

TWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTW

He lost his virginity in the army when some of the older soldiers thought it would be fun to get the kid a whore for the night after they’d landed in Europe. Ben was too afraid that the woman could somehow tell he was younger than he’d said he was to enjoy himself at all, and the encounter lasted less than 20 minutes with as little clothing removed as possible.

TWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTW

Once he’d been discharged he was too preoccupied with trying to earn a living and caring for his mother to bother with personal affairs, although he did have a steady girlfriend in the early years.

Although his experiences thus far had been uninspiring to straight-up embarrassing, Ben was far from a prude, and had several pleasant and friendly, albeit quick, encounters with some of the men once he arrived at the logging camp in Washington.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

People expect Ben to be domineering and rough based on his size; but in actuality he very much enjoys watching his partner ride him. He’s more than happy to use his strength to… help them along; but would rather watch someone take their pleasure from him than risk embarrassing himself or - even worse - being TOO rough.

That being said, he’s not above following a partner’s lead if they want to try something a bit more acrobatic.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends. If it’s your first time together he’ll definitely be more serious. He’ll want you to know he’s enjoying himself, so he won’t be stoic; but he’ll be fighting nerves most of the time, so don’t expect a lot of teasing or laughter. If you’ve been together for a while and know each other well enough; Ben will loosen up and make you both laugh on the lazy days you spend in bed - not that he’s trying to be a comedian while you’re fucking; but he won’t be afraid to run his hands up your sides and make you giggle, or cross his eyes to break the tension if you’re looking particularly focused.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Ben is very hairy, to his annoyance. He’s a little bit obsessive about his grooming now that he has a job that interacts with the public so much. No one wants a cocktail with a chest hair in it.

He keeps himself well trimmed; but not clean-shaven. If that’s what you’re into he’ll do it for you; but please have mercy… there’s just so much…

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is extremely important to Ben. His mother told him stories about how she and his father were together before the accident; and even then young Ben knew that’s what he wanted in a partner. Trust, love, acceptance.

The older he gets the more he’s only interested in that, foregoing even the extremely rare affairs he had in his 20’s in search of something that has the potential to last.

If you’re the person Ben decides he’s going to have that with… prepare to be romanced like nobody’s business.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Ben masturbates quite a bit more now than he did in his youth. That might have something to do with this being the first time in his adult life he’s actually had the privacy to enjoy himself since he went from his parent’s house, to the army, back to his mother’s house, then into the logging camps… so up until he purchased his small house, jacking off was a rare treat. He’s learned he enjoys starting his day with a quick jerk in the shower before he shaves.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Again, this depends a lot on how comfortable Ben is with you. If your relationship is fairly new, he’s going to be VERY vanilla. He’ll be down if you want to try something; but won’t ask for something out of the ‘ordinary’ himself.

Once that obstacle is overcome, he’ll be more vocal about his wants. He’ll want to have sex in the forest (just roll with it, anything you do for him he will pay back ten-fold) and will ask that you be rough with him when you’re fucking. Choke him, slap him, spank him - he can take it. He just wants to forget himself for a while and feel powerless. It wouldn’t occur to him to ask you to tie him up, but if you did… turbo-nut.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The more he trusts you, the more adventurous he’ll want to be with you - so prepare to fuck outside, inside, in the bar storeroom, over the pile of wood he was chopping, in the tub, in the car… really, the world is your oyster as far as places Ben is willing to fuck you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s always ready and willing to show you how much he loves you in a physical way; but if you grab him by the collar and pull him into a kiss?? In public??? That’s it. You’re getting the sex. Immediately.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ben will not be OK with any kind of degradation. This is an area he doesn’t feel confident in, and having you seemingly confirming that will pull him out of the moment immediately. He also doesn’t want to see you in pain. He’s very protective of his partners, so if you want to be hurt it’s really not going to sit well with him. The most you can probably work out of him is some light spanking.

You’re just… so small… and fragile…

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both? Both. Both is good. Not to brag; but he got pretty damn good at giving blow jobs in his early 20’s and he’ll blow you and your mind if that’s your pleasure. He’s a bit less confident with female genitals; but he’s just overall good with his mouth, so odds are he’ll pick it up very, very quickly. Get ready for some beard-burn on your thighs, because Ben is enthusiastic.

He also enjoys receiving oral. Honestly, he’s more comfortable with oral than he is with full-on sex; so he’s more likely to initiate that earlier in a relationship than hopping straight into bed.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

There’s not much Ben does in any aspect of his life that’s particularly fast. He likes to take his time and do the job right. This will extend to the bedroom as well. He’s also particularly aware of any large disparity in size and will treat you gently in accordance with that. If you’re a man and a bit closer to his size, he might be somewhat rougher… but really he just enjoys loving on his partners.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Honestly, they’re not really his cup of tea. Even when you’re fucking somewhere out of the ordinary, he’ll want to take his time. A race to the finish line doesn’t sound like a lot of fun, and brings back some bad memories.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Is down to experiment… with some caveats. He knows he’s not the most experienced of men, so he’s willing to try something new if you bring it up; but he’ll want a thorough explanation first. So plan out your kinky encounters at least a day before. He’s a protective boy and he’ll want to know all the potential hazards well in advance. Risks, when it comes to your safety, are a hard NO.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s a bit… ah, what’s the word… backed-up? So prepare yourself, because as soon as he figures out what keeps him on the edge and what pushes him right over… you might end up with his cock in you for several hours and several rounds before Ben taps out.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Wouldn’t know a sex toy if you slapped him in the face with it. He’s fascinated once he does learn about them though. In the late 50’s/Early 60’s the pickings as far as electric toys were pretty slim; but floggers, paddles, strap-on’s, and yes… a flying saucer-shaped vibrator, would be sources of great interest to Ben.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Surprisingly, Ben loves to tease. Like many other areas in your sex life, it’ll take him a bit to warm up to the idea; but once he’s comfortable with you prepare to be rubbed and caressed and pinched to distraction.

He likes to rest his big hand on your thigh at restaurants or the movies, rubbing up and down, closer and closer to where you want him.

If you force his hand down and start to ride his fingers he’ll turn beet red; but chuckle lowly at how filthy you both are - leaning over to whisper all the things he wants to do to you and vice-versa when you get home.

He’s also a fucking demon when it comes to edging. Very few things make him happier than burying his face between your legs and teasing you until you’re an incoherent puddle of pleasure on the sheets, begging him for your release.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not obnoxiously loud; but not silent either. Loves to let you know how good you feel to him, and likes to hear the same in return. Willing to try dirty talk; but he’ll need a little practice. He’ll moan deep in his chest if you’re fucking him or sucking him off and will occasionally cry out when he cums. If you’re somewhere public you might want to tell him to be quiet or gag him - he’s been known to get lost in the moment.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s Jewish, but doesn’t really practice or tell people about it since the prejudices of WW2 are still fresh in people’s minds, even in America. He keeps his mother’s Star of David pendant and his family’s mezuzah in a chest under his bed.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Cut, 7 ½ inches and girthy.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Ben is always down to have sex with you. Always. He’s yours, and you’re his; but he’s not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to. As stated above, he and his hand have become pretty friendly over the last few years…

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll get drowsy; but won’t really be ready to nod off. It’s more like all the tension he’s been holding has been released and now he’s ready to cuddle and relax. Calling him a big teddy bear after you guys do the do won’t be too far from the truth.

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