#cary agos oneshot

[shaynawrites23]

33. The feel of fingers trailing over a bare shoulder blade

Cary Agos x reader

Warning: suggestive content, implied smut

Cary hovered above you, pressing feathery kisses to your face. Your hands trailed up and down his bare back before coming to rest at the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours.

God, you loved kissing him. It took your breath away every single time and this one was no different. His kisses were so soft and loving; you wanted to lose yourself in him.

He pulled away when his phone rang and you whined, clutching onto him, but he only chuckled, pecking your lips.

"I have to take it," he murmured, another sweet kiss following.

"Do you?"

"Yeah, but I'll kiss you some more afterwards," he grinned, pressing the phone to his ear. "Cary Agos."

You couldn't hear the name or voice of whoever called him, but you assumed it was work. Curse you for loving a lawyer.

A devious plan formed in your mind, one that would definitely speed up his call. Under normal circumstances you'd leave him alone, but hey, it was his off day and you were feeling needy. He did do some work on his off days, but if he was going to be working the whole time, he might as well be at his office.

Silently crawling over to where he sat on the edge of the bed, your hands traced slow, delicate patterns over his back, his warm skin contrasting with your cold fingers. Other than flinching away from your first touch, Cary let you continue, and so you moved to the next phase of your plan.

You let your fingers move higher, fingertips trailing over his shoulder blades as you gently pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses to his neck.

Cary's breath hitched and you knew you had his attention. Now, he did try and swat you away, but you only moved out of his reach to continue kissing and caressing him; your fingers traced intricate pictures on his skin and you smiled into his neck when you felt him shudder.

Shifting slightly behind him, you repositioned yourself to be more comfortable, letting a soft whimper escape your lips right next to his ear. God, the sooner he could touch you, the better. You didn't even have a pillow to grind on, and you were aching for attention.

Another whimper, and your lips brushed over the spot on the underside of his jaw.

"I'm gonna call you back in a couple hours." He wasted no time in hanging up after that, tossing the phone aside and nestling his hips between yours again as he covered your body with his own. Despite the tension in his body, you knew he wasn't mad; his beautiful brown eyes gazed down at you with the same love as several minutes ago.

"I'm gonna get you back for that," he murmured, before his mouth found yours again in a passionate kiss.

"Can't wait," you mumbled against his lips.

You didn't have to.

[untitled5071]

your taffy and creature quality time was super cute!! i’d absolutely love it if you could do an unrequited love oneshot of taffy falling for the creature whilst trying to help him woo lisa! (it’s okay if you don’t want to!)

This was such an interesting ask, I hope I did it justice! Writing the pining was easy because I, too, am in unrequited love with Creature, as I'm sure most of us are. I hope you enjoy!

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If Taffy had to watch them carry on like this for much longer, she would surely go insane. 

She was nestled on the far right end of the couch, Lisa's creature next to her and Lisa on the other side, all of them with their attention turned to the television as The Princess Bride played. 

It had been Taffy's suggestion; she had come home to see Creature (it was the only title that suited him, really, no name seemed to fully fit) trying to woo Lisa with his piano playing skills, and though Lisa was dancing and singing along (and when was the last time Taffy had heard Lisa sing? Had she ever?), it was clear that she was painfully oblivious to the undead man's affections, and would remain so until something was done about it. 

Taffy had stood there, watching Creature's fingers fly across the piano keys and ignoring the clenching in her heart before she decided that she would be the person to do something about this one-sided love, because come on, she was not going to let her sister ignore what was right in front of her.

Especially since Lisa seemed to be the only person who would be lucky enough to hold such a high standard in the corpse's unbeating heart. 

It would be a shame to let that much devotion go to waste. 

So she had loudly declared her presence (making both of them jump) and dictated that they should have a movie night, giving the other two no room to protest as she strode over to the television and turned it on, inviting them both to join her on the couch as she found the perfect movie. 

The second she saw Cary Elwes’ face, she knew there was only one correct choice of feature film for the evening. 

She snuck a glance at the two of them during the Shrieking Eels scene and saw that they were both totally entranced, Lisa by the movie Taffy knew she secretly loved and Creature by the fact that he was watching something as wonderous as a movie in general. 

As Buttercup was rescued, Taffy took a second to examine the reanimated corpse sitting next to her; he looked–for lack of a better word–more human than he had when she had first stumbled upon him, save for the stitched-on features she refused to think about the origins of and some intense purple eye bags. His hair flopped over on the right side of his head in dark waves that by all accounts should not look as soft as they did, and his eyes were a deep, intelligent blue, brimming with emotion and complexity as he watched the Man in Black scale the Cliffs of Insanity. 

She was sick of trying to pretend like she was still in denial about the feelings she had for him. 

In all honesty, it shouldn't even be a possibility; he was rotting in the ground not too long ago, and now he was sitting on the couch next to her, his knee slightly knocking into hers and making her heart flutter with every brush of contact. She was very much not into necrophilia, but the corpse to her right was so undeniably and deeply human despite his subzero body temperature that she couldn't help it. 

And his very obvious and intense emotional intelligence weren't making things any easier. 

Anyone with any sense regarding love could see how deeply smitten he was with Lisa. Well, everyone save for Lisa herself. He listened to her, really listened to her in a way that no one had since her mom had died (as much as Taffy tried, she knew she lacked a bit in that regard), and she could see the positive effect it was having on her introverted stepsister. Taffy has never seen her so empowered and talkative, and it was all thanks to the strange creature that had broken into their home.

Despite herself, Taffy wanted someone like that in her life. 

She wanted him. 

But alas, it was not to be, and as they watched the Man in Black enter into a battle of wits with the arrogant Vizzini to reclaim the princess, she saw Lisa lean her head on Creature's shoulder, and the cadavear blushed as much as a corpse could, and it didn't take a genius to see how much the simple gesture meant to the lovesick man. 

Suddenly feeling very restless, Taffy stood up from the couch, answering the inquiring looks from the two still on the couch with a dismissive arm wave and a smile. 

“I don't know where my manners were, we can't have a movie without snacks! You guys just hang tight, I'll be right back. Don't worry about pausing it, I've got this part memorized.”

She flashed another carefully rehearsed smile at the pair before hurrying off to the kitchen before either of them could answer or let her know what they wanted, separating herself from their clueless display. 

She busied herself with gathering a large bowl and setting some Jiffy-pop on the stove, and as it started to heat up she took a moment to give herself one of her famous pep talks, her voice drowned out by the creschendo of popping on the stove.

 

“C'mon Taff, you've got to get it together. You could have any guy you wanted, everyone says so. You've got a reputation to maintain, you can't go falling for a pathetic Victorian man who is very obviously and very permanently in love with your sister. And she deserves it; she hasn't been happy in a long time, and he's going to be able to give that to her, if she ever notices his very obvious hints. The good thing to do is just stay behind and let them have each other. They deserve that, at least. He's not for you.”

She sighed, giving the pan one last shake as if to shake herself out of the feelings she hadn't meant to fall into. When she spoke again, her voice was quiet and solem, secret as her heartache. 

“He's not for you.”

She poured the finished popcorn into the bowl and took a deep breath to center herself just like she did before any cheer routine, though somehow walking back into the room with Lisa and the Creature felt more daunting than being thrown into the air by her fellow cheerleaders. 

When she returned to the living room, a distraught Buttercup was squaring up with her latest captor now, and he revealed herself to be her beloved Westley with his cry of “As You Wish” as he stumbled down the ravine he was pushed into. Naturally, Buttercup flung herself in after him, and they landed at the bottom together as lovers reunited. 

And on the couch, Lisa was still pressed against the Creature, both of their eyes soft as they watched Westley rush to hold Buttercup. 

Her presence still unknown to the pair, Taffy pretended she didn't see the way Creature’s head turned the tiniest bit as if he wanted to kiss Lisa on the forehead, but decided against it. 

Westley's voice rang out from the TV, his tone even but his sincerity immense. 

“Death can not stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”

It was almost too much; from her hidden spot in the threshold, Taffy saw Lisa and the Creature exchange a meaningful glance, both looking away and blushing as the two figures onscreen leaned in for a kiss. 

Taffy took that as her cue.

She strolled her way back into the room, plopping herself down and offering the bowl to her two companions while promptly ignoring the ache in her heart. 

Lisa deserves this. Taffy would just have to be content to find her own happiness somewhere else, even if it pained her.

It's what a good sister would do, after all. 

“So, who wants popcorn?”

[madmen-ao3feed]

Quick Oneshots/Crossovers - Part 19

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by CreativeLiterature

A collection of oneshots and/or crossovers which jump right into it.

Each chapter name mentions which fandoms it contains.

Words: 3449, Chapters: 15/15, Language: English

Series: Part 19 of Quick Oneshots/Crossovers

Fandoms: Real Person Fiction, Gilmore Girls, Vicar of Dibley, Boston Legal, Mad Men, Friends (TV), The Good Wife (TV), Tekken (Video Games), Titanic (1997), S.W.A.T. (2003), Austin Powers (Movies), Anno 1404 | Dawn of Discovery (Video Game), The Nanny Diaries (2007), Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games), Skins (UK), The Other Boleyn Girl - Philippa Gregory, Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Original Characters, Rory Gilmore, Emily Gilmore, Richard Gilmore, Lorelai "Trix" Gilmore, Logan Huntzberger, Jess Mariano, Alice Horton (Vicar of Dibley), Denny Crane, Don Draper, Amy Green, Diane Lockhart, Will Gardner, Paris Geller, Cary Agos, Anna Williams, Tommy Ryan (Titanic), Dr. Evil (Austin Powers), Fabrizio De Rossi, Guy Forcas (Anno 1404), William Murdoch (1873-1912), Elizabeth Boleyn, Anne Boleyn, Mary Boleyn, Pandora Moon, Henry VIII of England, Robert Baratheon, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, George Boleyn, Thomas Howard 3rd Duke of Norfolk, Annie Braddock (Nanny Diaries)

Additional Tags: Screenplay/Script Format

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[millennialfangirl]

Kind and Generous (mid & post 7x10 oneshot)

Fandom: Agents of Shield

Pairing: Daisy x Daniel

Rating: Mature & NSFW

Word Count: 3,027

Author’s Note: Hello, all! This is my first foray into Dousy mature content (aka smut). I’m really excited about it, but also nervous, because it’s been several years since I’ve written smut, or much of anything. 

This title and fic are inspired by the song “Kind and Generous” by Natalie Merchant (hello 90′s), and the sheer pure goodness of one Agent Daniel Sousa. I hope yall enjoy! Comments are treasured!

~Kind and Generous~

Daniel takes the large duffle that’s a lot heavier than she made it seem. He smiles to himself at convincing her to let him take it off her shoulders, and heads down the hallway in the direction of the bunks. Once he reaches them, he places his bag in one, and then goes out to look for a bunk for Daisy. Realizing he doesn’t know which one she might want, he turns back in the direction of the lab room he had left the two women in. 

He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but just as he’s approaching the door, he hears his name. The next thing he hears takes his breath away, causing him to pause outside the door, and stay hidden.

“You kissed Agent Sousa?” Simmons exclaims in a loud whisper. 

“Hey, hey, keep your voice down. Nobody knows, not even him.”

Daniel ponders what could possibly be wrong with Daisy, because he damn sure would know if they had kissed. The desire and thought of doing it had been lingering in his mind since she saved his tail back on the train, assuring him that they were, in fact, the good guys. Why would she fabricate something like that and share it with Agent Simmons?

“How is that possible? What do you mean he doesn’t know?”

“Remember the whole time loop situation I was just in...yea.”

“What does this mean? Do you like him? Are you going to tell him?”

Even outside of the room, he can hear Daisy take a deep breath before sighing. He can’t believe that they had kissed, and he had the dumb luck of forgetting it. 

“Of course I like him. He’s a good man. Even if the SHIELD files didn’t prove that, he was by my side in every time loop, even sacrificed himself a couple of times just so I wouldn’t die and reset my memory. He’s solid...and it doesn’t hurt that he’s got that James Dean, Cary Grant Hollywood vibe going.”

“He is rather dreamy. That’s so exciting...why do I feel like there’s a but?”

“Because...you know my past. Look at how many people that get near me die. I barely know him, but somehow I don’t think I could lose him. And besides, we just ripped him from his home, everything he knew. For all I know, he’s in love with someone back in 1955.”

All he can hear is Simmons’ exasperated, “Daisy,” as he backs away from the door, back to the bunk he had put his things in. He takes the time to think over everything he heard while putting away the few things he has on his person. 

He’s lost in thought when he hears the thud of familiar combat boots approaching his door. Daisy knocks on the door frame softly, and he looks up to see her in the doorway looking calm and collected.

“So, where’d you put my stuff, then I’ll be out of your way so you can get some rest.” 

He gestures to the floor by the door where he had dazedly put her duffle. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know which bunk you wanted. I was going to come find you after I got settled.”

 “That’s alright,” she brushes off as she moves to grab the bag. 

He’s there in an instant, picking it up and hoisting it on his shoulder.

“Show me the way.”

She gives him a once over, clearly scrutinizing his actions before shrugging.

“I was thinking I’d just go right across the hall, actually.”

He follows her the few steps across the tile hall and into the room. Without being told, he deposits the large duffle on her bed. 

“That was easy enough,” he says, wiping his hands together as if he had just lifted fifty bales of hay. 

“Thanks.” 

“No problem...actually, do you mind if we talk for a minute.”

“Sure. You doing alright? Are you ready to abandon ship and try to go start a new life?”

Daniel finds it incredibly sad that her first assumption is that he wants to leave. He finds it sad that she doesn’t seem bothered by it, more like she was expecting it. He can see the careful mask she’s placed to hide her fears. 

“I’m doing great actually, and I think I’m right where I need to be.” 

Daisy startles, and her mask of kind indifference drops. 

“Oh...okay. Um, in that case, what did you need?”

He takes a couple of steps closer while carefully deciding what he should say. He doesn’t want to spook her. He doesn’t want to push her. He just wants her to know that he’s there, available, waiting for the right time. 

“I just want you to know that there’s no one special back in ‘55. No one to write home to. I kind of married the job, resigned myself to bachelorhood,” he says while crossing his arms. He clears his throat before continuing, because he can see that she’s at a loss for words.

“Of course, I had close friends, family. My pop was still around. So when I say there are people I wish I could have said goodbye to, that’s who I’m talking about.” 

He can see the faintest blush rise on her cheeks, and he loves the way it makes her skin glow. 

“And um, why did you think I should know that?”

“So that when I tell you that I think you’re amazing, and that I want to get to know you better, and that I want to take you to dinner and see a film, if that’s something people still do in the 21st century...that you’ll believe me.” 

She brings her fingers up to her mouth, maybe remembering the kiss they had shared, or maybe covering up the grin that’s breaking through. Most importantly, she’s not backing away or rejecting his plans. If anything, she’s inched closer to him. 

“That’s a good reason.” 

“I thought so,” he agrees.

He takes her free hand, holding it in his. He lifts it to his mouth, brushing his lips softly against the top of her knuckles.

“I’m going to show you that you deserve good things. I promise,” he mumbles against her skin, turning and kissing the delicate underside of her wrist too, the promise of so much more implied.

She looks at him in awe, and he’s proud to have rendered her speechless. He lets her hand fall from his as he slowly backs up and turns to the door. Just as he’s about to walk out, he turns back around at the last minute.

She’s still standing there, staring at the place he once stood. 

“And Agent Johnson,” he starts, waiting for her to look up and meet his eyes. “I’d really like to kiss you on the lips and remember it, if that’s something you might be amenable to one day.”

He knows he’s playing dirty, but he loves the way her whole face goes red, realization that he’d heard their conversation dawning on her face. 

“I think I can be amenable to that.” 

“Good. I’ll go get some of that rest now.”

He turns on his heel, and can’t help the light whistle he blows as he moves to his room, closing the door behind him. For the first time since he woke up on the Zephyr, he feels like he’s got something to look forward to. 

***

Over the next few weeks, he does just that. He reminds her of what it is like to have a partner, to have someone to lean on. He picks her up after every fall, and he stands by her side in every fight.  And it isn’t like the almost simple, repeated tasks of the time loop. It’s the heavy, habitual pattern of everyday life, and the constant fear of the unknown. He is steady through it all.

They fall into like...into friendship...and then an instant anticipation of more. Secret glances and whispered conversations between missions. They can feel the hum of something big just underneath the surface. Daisy knew that as soon as the fighting stopped and the team could take a break, they would collide with each other like two trains on the same track. They were never supposed to cross paths, but someone, God, the universe...maybe time itself, switched their paths. Somehow, he’s everything she didn’t know she needed, and more. 

Their time of respite comes. They’re in a new future, one that’s unknown to them both, and their team, but the Lighthouse is still there. For better or worse, it’s their home for now. The team disperses, each of them seeking out long hot showers, comfort food, and the welcoming arms of someone they love. Daniel finds her combing through her wet hair, water droplets clinging to her skin. 

“We did it.”

“You did it,” he replies immediately.

But as kind and generous as that is to say, she knows she wouldn’t be here without him.

“No, we did it.” 

He silently acquiesces with a nod. 

She stands up, tugging the thin robe she had put on after her shower more tightly around her. She pivots to place her brush on the outdated, built-in 70’s dresser. 

She can feel the air shift, and she’s only a little surprised to find him right in front of her when she turns back around. 

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You feeling okay? You hurt much?” he asks, always concerned, his eyes raking over her body.

“No. Just a little tired," she assures him.

“Good,” he replies, like she placed the last puzzle piece or connected the last dot. 

She is surprised when he grasps her waist and pulls her flush against him. Without hesitation, their mouths meet, and it’s so much better than her memory of the time loop. He’s giving so much to the kiss, exposing himself down to the bones.

“I made you a promise.”

He lifts her wrist up and starts a slow ascent up her arm, sliding the sleeve of her robe up as his mouth picks up where he left off weeks ago.

“I’d like to follow through on that now, if it’s okay with you.” 

She can barely nod as he gently pulls the knot loose that’s holding her robe closed. He doesn’t pull it off, he doesn’t look, he just places a warm hand on her bare stomach, and then moves his lips to her cheek. 

Her eyes sting under his careful touch. She’s never been touched like this. 

Where there was once an impassioned frenzy, now there’s a languid tenderness. Exploration, experimentation. Admiration. Daisy can feel it all coming off of him in waves, all tactile devotion. 

She needs this. She needs to feel loved, not for her power, or her fighting, but for her soft edges and fragile heart. 

Suddenly his arms are wrapped around her tight, one hand protectively on her back, the other buried in her hair, cradling her head. She can’t help but sag against him, feeling the last vestiges of fight or flight leave her system, a heavy weight unburdening itself from her shoulders. Somehow, this hug is more intimate than anything she’s experienced. They stand there for a minute, soaking up the silence and peace.

And then she’s in the moment, and she can feel him pressed against her everywhere, strong and solid and safe. Static crackles over her skin as he dips his head to her neck. Everything but his touch disappears, and her robe drops to the floor.  

He picks her up like he did in the barn, and they settle on the bed with her in his lap. His lips are back on hers, and his fingers are brushing down the side of her face, then her neck. She whimpers when they finally graze her breast, a gentle swirl over her nipple. He becomes reacquainted with her neck then, sucking and nipping while his fingers trace the sides of breast. He cups her whole, his hand encompassing her entirely. That long forgotten warmth draws down to her abdomen, and her inner walls clinch in anticipation. 

“So beautiful,” she can hear him murmur into her neck while his hand continues to massage her rhythmically. 

Weeks of want and anticipation since that first forgotten kiss has her desperate. The sudden shock of his affection wears off, leaving room for her to pull his face back up so she can kiss him properly. His responding moan delights her when she slips her tongue in his mouth. His gentle control waivers, and she’s rewarded with a slightly painful pinch to her hardened nipple. Her hips buck and her legs spread, begging for attention. 

He’s still cradling her head as he leans back from the kiss to look into her face. It’s not her lack of clothing making her feel vulnerable, rather the intense stare he maintains as his hand finds its way to her parted legs. A strangled gasp leaves her at the first touch of his fingertips to her entrance. She can see his eyes dance around her face, watching every reaction to his exploration. 

A digit gathers moisture, and circles her entrance. She can’t help but let her eyes slip closed as that finger disappears within her. He goes shallow at first as he maps her out. 

“Daniel…” she hears herself whimper, and she’s not sure she’s ever heard herself sound like that before.

Her hand grips his forearm, nails digging in as she looks up at him in wonder and need. 

“Whatever you need,” he quietly promises.

And she feels that burning sensation behind her eyes again. Her hand slides down to his.

“Don’t stop,” she instructs while gently pushing him deeper. 

A tear escapes down her cheekbone as he starts to circle her deep inside. 

Her right arm wraps around his waist while her left hand continues to cling to his, feeling him push in and out of her in steady, sure strokes. She holds him tightly and can’t help but arch up against his ministrations, which makes it easier for his head to tip down and latch onto a nipple. A light wave travels through her, and she knows she’s already getting close. 

He must know it too, because his middle finger becomes more sure of itself as he curls it up. He pulls away from her breast, and kisses the tear away. He watches her as she starts to come undone, his thumb circling her clit, lighting her up in a whole new way. 

She bites her lip, and her legs tense up waiting, and waiting for that drop. Her stomach quivers, along with a few things around the room. His finger works her over faster and harder.

“C’mon, come for me. Let go.”

Her stomach shakes and she gasps out a broken cry. Her walls flutter and collapse around him.

“That’s it...that’s it. Just like that,’ he encourages her.

She rides out her release in blissful fulfillment. 

She should feel shy and embarrassed as she comes down from her high, but there’s no room for that when she meets his kind eyes and flushed cheeks. He’s smiling, wide and happy, and Daisy’s never been the girl to feel giddy and romantic, but she does. 

He slowly withdraws from her, and she can feel her dampness on his hand as it trails back up her body. He lays her down finally, and kisses her softly, almost timid. 

He props up on an elbow and looks down at her. 

“Was that…” he tries to get out, clearing his throat.

“Was that good? Did you enjoy it?”

She can’t help the toothy, silly grin that splits her face, or the tired, satisfied stretch she lets out as she nods in affirmation.

“It was perfect.”

“I’m glad.”

He leans down and nuzzles her nose, peppering soft kisses across her face. 

But then he’s getting up, pulling back the starchy sheets and blanket. Before she realizes it, he’s tucking her in, his hand brushing her hair out of her face. 

“Hey...where are you going? I want to take care of you,” she whines while pulling on his arm.

He sits on the edge of the mattress and tangles their fingers together. He kisses them lightly while gazing down at her. 

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later. In fact, I’d like to take you out on a date, remember?”

“But--” 

“You should be resting.”

She’s not pleased with the turn of events, but even she can admit how heavy her eyelids are getting. She doesn’t want him to leave though. She’s selfishly wanted him back by her side, sleeping next to her, just like he did with the healing pod.

“Okay, but will you stay?” she asks. And maybe she bites her lip and gives him her best puppy dog eyes.

She knows he’s caved, the minute he sighs and let’s his head drop down in a rueful grin. 

“I knew you were going to be trouble, with a capital ‘T’.”

She laughs and excitedly slides over, pulling back the sheets for him. She feels a rush of pride when she sees him falter, staring at her still naked form. He blinks out of his daze and immediately pulls the basic t-shirt he’s wearing over his head.

It’s her turn gulp when he hands it to her.

“I’ll stay, but you gotta put that on,” he demands as he turns around.

“You are such a square,” she teases, but does as he says. 

He turns back as she settles back into the bed.

“I’m going to go grab some water. Want some?”

So, so kind and generous. 

“Yes, please.”

“You got it. I’ll be right back.” 

She watches him go and relaxes. Fatigue settles into her bones. She must have drifted off, because she startles awake when she feels someone settle behind her on the mattress, the room dark and quiet.

“It’s just me,” he reassures her, and tugs her close against him. 

She smiles into the darkness when he kisses her cheek. 

“I’m going to thank you properly, Agent Sousa...for everything.” 

“I look forward to it, Agent Johnson.”

******************

Ta Da! 

Would anyone like a follow up with a first date?

(pssst...there’s probably going to be a smutty first date follow up)

[davidmann95]

If you were forced to pick 12 single issues/stories of a greatest of all time superman collection, what would you pick?

I already picked 10 desert island issues, which I’d say fulfills the basic spirit of the premise. If I actually could put together my own 80 Years of Superman collection though, I already have a list I came up with awhile ago I can just conveniently copy and paste here:

Clark Kent Gets A Job/The Coming ofSuperman/Revolution in San Monte by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster; How Superman Would End The War byJerry Siegel and Joe Shuster; The Origin of Superman by BillFinger and Wayne Boring; The Legion of Super-Heroes! By OttoBinder and Al Plastino; The Super-Key to Fort Superman byJerry Coleman and Wayne Boring; Superman’s Return to Krypton! byJerry Siegel and Wayne Boring; Superman Owes A Billion Dollars! byRobert Bernstein and Curt Swan; The Last Days of Superman! byEdmond Hamilton and Curt Swan; The Amazing Story of Superman-Redand Superman-Blue! by Leo Dorfman and Curt Swan; Superman’s Day of Doom! by JerrySiegel and Curt Swan; MIGHTY ONE! by Jack Kirby; I Flew With Superman! by Curt Swan,Cary Bates and Elliot S! Maggin; The Living Legends of Superman byElliot S! Maggin and numerous artists; The Jungle Line by Alan Moore andRick Veitch; Of Thee I Sing by Garth Ennis andJohn McCrea; From Krypton With Love by MarkMillar and Sean Phillips; 22 Stories In A SingleBound by Mark Millar and numerous artists; Funeral in Smallville by GrantMorrison and Frank Quitely; Superman Beyond by Grant Morrisonand Doug Mahnke; The Boy Who Stole Superman’s Capeby Grant Morrison and Ben Oliver; Savior by Rob Williams and Chris Weston; Dear Superman by Josh Elder and Victor Ibanez; Strange Visitor by Joe Keatinge and numerous artists; 24 Hours by Geoff Johns and JohnRomita Jr.; and OurTown by Peter Tomasi, Patrick Gleason and Jorge Jimenez. Probably throw the upcoming Peter Tomasi and Barry Kitson Thanksgiving/Make-A-Wish oneshot on top to round out the ‘modern era’ section, and you’ve got an excellent if perhaps overly weighty tome (though keep in mind a lot of those stories are slim 7-8 pagers).

I also came up with one for Lex, so:

Europe at War by Jerry Siegel, JoeShuster and Paul Cassidy; Powerstone by Jerry Siegel and JohnSikela; The Titanic Thefts! by Bill Fingerand Wayne Boring; How Luthor Met Superboy! By JerrySiegel and Al Plastino; The Death of Superman! by JerrySiegel and Curt Swan; The Conquest of Superman! by BillFinger and Curt Swan; The Showdown Between Luthor andSuperman! by Edmond Hamilton and Curt Swan; The Man Who Murdered The Earth! byLen Wein and Curt Swan; The Luthor Nobody Knows! by ElliotS! Maggin and Curt Swan; Luthor Unleashed! by Cary Bates andCurt Swan; The Einstein Connection! by ElliotS! Maggin and Curt Swan; The Secret Revealed! by John Byrne; Metropolis 900 Mi by John Byrne; How Much Can One Man Hate? by MarkMillar and Aluir Amancio; Frustration Eternal by Dan Jurgensand Gordon Purcell; The Gospel According to Lex Luthorby Grant Morrison and Frank Quitely; The Black Ring: Part 5 by PaulCornell and Pete Woods; The Black Ring: Finale by PaulCornell and numerous artists; Up, Up and Away! by Charles Souleand Raymond Bermudez; and The Way These Things Begin by KyleKillen and Pia Guerra.

[seriouslyhooked]

Blue Eyes (The CS Mixtape) Part 139/?

Series of CS oneshots inspired by music. Collection on FF Here.

A/N: Scene rewrite that creates some dialogue when Emma and Killian are dancing in Camelot (episode 5x02) and conveniently ends before Robin gets hurt and everything goes to shit. Inspired by a reader request for ‘Blue Eyes’ by The Cary Brothers.

Since the moment she’d shown up in Camelot, Emma had been struggling. Struggling to control her newfound urges to use black magic. Struggling to keep Rumplestilskin out of her thoughts. Struggling to act the way everyone needed her to so they all didn’t worry too much about her being on the edge of darkness.

It was an impossible balancing act, and Emma’s mind was being pulled in a million different directions. There was the side of her that was a devoted mother and that would give anything to spare her son and family from feeling any pain on her behalf, and then there was the new, ugly residue that darkness bestowed upon her. Rumplestilskin was only the tip of the iceberg and the voices in her head were loud and angry, taunting and tempting all in one. But for the moment she was treading water and keeping her head above it all. For the moment Emma was holding on in the hopes of finding a way out of this mess and back home where she belonged.

There was one person in this ballroom right now, one person in the world really, who provided her with most of that hope. He was the only person who wasn’t constantly looking at her with pity and regret and his understanding and unyielding faith in her was a power greater than the voices in her head. Killian was still here, still seeing her as Emma and not the product of a sacrifice she’d willingly made. Just as he’d always seen her as more than the savior, he saw her now as more than someone that was a liability or tainted goods.

Yes he was worried, yes Emma could see that fear deep in his heart, but it wasn’t of her: It was of letting her down. Killian hadn’t wanted this ball at all, urging everyone to forget such a scheme and to focus all of their efforts on helping her, but now, as Emma descended the staircase to the sound of some royal crier announcing her name, she saw his hesitations disappear. There was the man she loved, looking at her with his blue eyes the way he always did – with love and trust and so much joy it made her heart skip a beat.

Breathe, Emma. She counseled herself internally. Just one foot in front of the other.

It was easier said than done since all eyes were on her and her mother and she was never going to be fully comfortable in a fairy tale world donning a gown like this, but Emma powered through, guided by Killian’s gentle smile and how handsome he looked. He stood there beside her father, looking every bit the pirate in a sea of noble people and she loved that. He wasn’t pretending to be anything he wasn’t; he was just Killian Jones, a pirate, a hero, and a man who loved her with everything in him.

The response she had to Killian in this moment was dizzying, and though her body had felt mired down by a slowly descending despair since appearing in this land, Emma couldn’t feel anything but lightness now. The sun had set long ago but it felt like it was shining for the first time since everything had happened, and the moment Emma made it down the stairs and took his hand, she felt freed from so many of the troubles she was facing.

“Swan, you look…” Killian began, failing to find words when he so often had the best ones waiting for her.

“I know,” she countered, recalling another bright moment from their past. This was a mirroring in a way of their first date, where she had been a little speechless and he had been the cocky charming one. Now Emma clung to this sense of fun and humor and the butterflies fluttering through her. Only moments ago it hadn’t felt like there was space for such thoughts in her life, but maybe she was wrong. Maybe she could be strong enough to fend all of this off if she had Killian to hold onto.

They waited for a moment then as Regina was presented as savior to secure their charade here in Camelot, and as Henry’s other mother made her way to be honored by the royals of this realm, Killian grumbled out a gruff assessment of the situation before them.

“If you ask me, the Queen is enjoying this just a bit too much.”

Emma smiled despite herself, not because she disagreed with Killian. If anything she thought he was right – there was a part of Regina that fed off the attention and was probably enjoying being celebrated in a ballroom like this instead of actively feared and hated. But Emma’s smile was more because of him and his continued protectiveness than anything else. Killian always said what was on his mind, especially when he thought Emma might be doubting herself in any way.

“Maybe so. But think of it this way: now you can spin me around the room with less people staring. Who knows? We might even be able to sneak a moment alone.”

Emma’s words were purposefully chosen to rile him up, and she delighted in the moment where Killian’s body tensed. He was so predictable in some ways, falling into her flirtation so quickly, but it made Emma feel powerful and sure of herself. Killian was undeniably attached to her, and it was nice not having to wonder where they stood. Now she knew, and before Emma had been dragged away into the darkness she’d told him too. This was love, and even if there were a lot of problematic elements in their lives right now, for tonight at least they could linger in that and let the rest of the world fade away.

Soon enough the dancing commenced and Killian pulled her into the fray of the other people milling about the space. The music was familiar to the dances they had during their stint in the past, and with the help of her partner, and her own past experience, Emma felt herself easily moving through all the steps and through every twirl and curtsy. But the best part wasn’t the fairytale-like setting or the spinning around in her favorite pirate’s arms, it was the way Killian continuously engaged her, making her laugh and smile and hope even in the midst of so much going on.

“What do you think it says about us that all our dances come in moments of great trial?” Killian asked at one point and Emma chuckled, letting that serene feeling that laughter could bring wash over her.

“I think it says we live a little more dangerously than most people. But the future has to hold some dances that don’t feel quite so life and death. We have to have hit our quota for moments like these.”

She expected Killian to laugh at her quip, but instead she watched as an intensity that hadn’t just been there came to his expression. He wasn’t angry in any way, but he also wasn’t laughing which concerned Emma. Had she done something wrong?

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked quietly, feeling the creeping of a blush upon her face.

“Do you see a great many dances together in our future, Emma?” He asked, and now Emma understood his response. Emma wasn’t exactly the biggest planner and this hint at more longevity and continued romance for them when all of this was done was still new to their relationship. She wanted to give him comfort and to confirm that they were permanent and not going anywhere, but Emma also wondered if this was the right time for grand declarations. In the end she decided to go with some humor that held an underlying truth.

“If you play your cards right, yes. I can see more than a few for us to come,” Emma countered, trying and succeeding this time to lighten the mood.

Killian used her shift in tone to his advantage, however, twirling her around in an unexpected spin that made Emma laugh loud enough to draw attention from her parents and Henry. She only glanced their way for a second (and part of her wondered at the girl by Henry’s side), but she could see that Killian’s calming her was calming all of them too. Emma appreciated that more than she could say, but then she focused again as her fingers traced his outstretched hook and she tried to keep her footing. The last thing she wanted was to spoil the moment with the reappearance of her two left feet.

“You truly are remarkable, Swan,” Killian finally said when that set had ended and another began and Emma beamed at him, loving and accepting the compliment. She’d fought off his advances for so long and in the beginning she’d found herself rejecting his praise and reasoning that he couldn’t really mean it, but the truth of his feelings was so clearly on display here for everyone to see that she had no choice but to take it as fact.

“My dancing really impresses you that much, huh?”

“It’s more than that, love, as you well know. It’s everything. You’ve always been the strongest person in the room – hell you’re the stronger person I’ve ever known – but you never cease to amaze me in just how much you’ll overcome.”

Hearing words like that were bittersweet in a way. Honestly Emma didn’t feel particularly tough, and more often than not she was terrified that with one wrong move she’d fall off the edge and become that darkness she’d sworn to fight against. But knowing that Killian saw her this way helped, and there was a difference between his acknowledging her perseverance and the pressure everyone else was putting on her. Killian would never fault Emma for stumbling on her way to being rid of this. He’d just continue to stand here beside her with his hand in hers, helping her stay in the light.

“It’s easy to be strong when you aren’t alone,” Emma admitted.

Emma’s eyes watched Killian’s cerulean ones go slightly darker. They still held all the same warmth and affection, but the hint that they were in this together had added an extra layer of sincerity. Emma noticed in all the times they’d been a couple that Killian wanted nothing more than to be tied to her, to belong to her and in this sphere of people who meant the world to her. He was looking for home and he found it in her, just as she was beginning to find room in her  world for a certain charming Captain.    

“You’ll never have to be alone again, love. I can promise you that.”

The sweetness of his words was a balm for the meanness that swirled inside of Emma. It fully silenced the dueling parts of light and dark within her, and left just her and Killian in a room Emma rationally knew was filled with people. She stopped her movements, forgetting the dance and their audience all together, and watched as her intentions dawned on the handsome man before her. Then Emma pulled Killian in for a kiss by the familiar leather collar and felt her world click back into place.

When their lips met the full effect of his power over her (or really their power over each other) was realized and Emma rejoiced in that feeling of rightness that had alluded her since leaving Storybrooke. This was something she’d missed and something she needed. It was a beautiful reminder of what she still had, Dark One or not, and it also cemented the fact that the two of them together made a real magic no darkness could overtake.

But even if this moment was pretty close to perfect, it surely had to end, especially when Emma and Killian were being watched by her parents and her son. Emma honestly didn’t know which sound pulled her out of the kiss. It could have been her father’s grumblings, her mother’s sounds of thrilled appreciation, or Henry’s teenage annoyance at seeing his mother make out with someone, but when she pulled back from Killian she found herself laughing again. It was absurd, but here in a ballroom in Camelot, things almost felt – dare she say it? – normal.

“Perhaps we should return to dancing, Swan… just for the time being.”

The innuendo in Killian’s voice that hinted at their having more together later made Emma shiver, but she knew he was right. For now they’d just have to wait, but at least Emma knew that she had everything to keep fighting for and a surefire weapon against the darkness battling for her heart. And it might not be tomorrow or the next day when she found answers, but Emma knew that she would. They were all going to win in the fight for her heart, and then they were all going to go home and get that happily ever after they’d been promised.

…………..

Wish enough, wise man'll tell you a lie Window broke, torn up screens Who'd have thought that you'd dream Of a single tragic scene

I just want to sing a song with you I just want to take it off of you

'Cause Blue Eyes You are all that I need 'Cause Blue Eyes You're the sweet to my mean

Fess it up, dot on the palm of your hand I can help you to stand Saved it up for this dance Tell me all the things you can

I just want to sing a song with you I just want to be the one that's true

'Cause Blue Eyes You're the secret I keep 'Cause Blue Eyes

All the lights on and you are alive But you can't point the way to your heart So sublime, when the stars are aligned But you don't know You don't know the greatness you are

'Cause Blue Eyes You are destiny's scene 'Cause Blue Eyes I just want to be the one

I just want to sing a song with you I just want to get it on with you

'Cause Blue Eyes You're the secret I keep 'Cause Blue Eyes I just want to sing a song with you

I just want to sing a song with you I just want to sing a song with you

Post-Note: It’s always so hard for me to decide which story arcs are my favorite, but when it came to 5B I had so much I liked, and yet also so many moments I wish there was just a little more detail for. The ball was one of them, and so this was a shameless attempt on my part to rewrite a scene I thought could have been fluffier. But I should also say thank you the reader who requested this song a long while back, and to all of you who have also sent requests my way I appreciate it! You’ve all given me the chance to see this mixtape continue on and on and that’s an awesome feeling for me as a writer. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed and thank you guys so much for reading!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,Part 11, Part 12,Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40, Part 41, Part 42, Part 43, Part 44, Part 45, Part 46, Part 47, Part 48, Part 49, Part 50, Part 51, Part 52, Part 53, Part 54, Part 55, Part 56, Part 57, Part 58, Part 59, Part 60, Part 61, Part 62, Part 63, Part 64, Part 65, Part 66, Part 67, Part 68, Part 69, Part 70, Part 71, Part 72, Part 73, Part 74, Part 75, Part 76, Part 77, Part 78, Part 79, Part 80, Part 81, Part 82, Part 83, Part 84, Part 85, Part 86, Part 87, Part 88, Part 89, Part 90, Part 91, Part 92, Part 93, Part 94, Part 95, Part 96, Part 97, Part 98, Part 99, Part 100, Part 101, Part 102, Part 103, Part 104, Part 105, Part 106, Part 107,Part 108, Part 109, Part 110,Part 111, Part 112, Part 113, Part 114, Part 115,Part 116, Part 117, Part 118, Part 119,Part 120, Part 121, Part 122, Part 123,Part 124, Part 125, Part 126, Part 127, Part 128,Part 129,Part 130, Part 131,Part 132, Part 133, Part 134, Part 135, Part 136, Part 137, Part 138

[slothquisitor]

Another Rutherford

So @thesecondsealwrites wrote this lovely fic as part of her 12 Days of Satinalia Celebration, which featured Mara as a doctor at Seaside in the Noir AU. And then we got talking and now this exists. Mara is with Branson and Henry and Garrett Hawke is there too. Not even my AU oneshot. 2k. 

The light coming through the windows of her office was gray and murky, much like the rain that had fallen earlier in the coolness of Seaside. The clouds hung low, swallowing up the higher cliffs in wisps of smoke. Mara was grateful there wasn’t any snow, the weather seemed to be staying on the right side of warm at least for now. It was quieter than usual in both the office and the street. It was Satinalia Eve after all, and Mara was just needing to wrap up a few things before she went to the clinic for the rest of the day.

She could hear Branson somewhere upstairs, probably trying to get Henry into something more presentable than his usual attire. He’d entered a cowboy phase a few months ago, and was determined not to go anywhere without his cowboy boots. She could usually convince him to leave the cowboy hat at home, but the boots, those went everywhere. Branson was the one more exasperated by the whole thing than she was, though she suspected it was more because a certain aunt and uncle of Henry’s that lived just down the road had been altogether too encouraging.

Maybe it was because it was Satinalia Eve, but she was feeling especially grateful for her life and the two people that had adopted her into theirs. Folks were often surprised to find that Henry was her adopted son, but she knew better. Branson and Henry had adopted her more than she had adopted them and it had all been a lucky coincidence of Branson visiting his older brother at the clinic.

They’d clicked right away. She’d been drawn to that easy smile, had seen through the humor to the sensitive man beneath it, to the loving father. She’d fallen for him fast and easy, and had never once looked back. She could hear his laughter trickling down from upstairs. They’d bought the old three story in Seaside and fixed it up so that the bottom floor could function as her office and they could live above it. It meant that on slow days she was never far away, and her work with the clinic didn’t often demand her to be away for too many hours each week. Branson had a seemingly never ending list of projects to update the place, but she liked its age. She thought it made it all the more charming.

A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts.

David, Branson’s mabari, had taken up residence in the office lately, right near the plush chair in the corner, next to the vent heating the room.  

His ears perked up at the knock, and Mara looked to him, “Who could be coming here today, David?”

David laid his head back down, looking completely bored and disinterested. And so Mara straightened her white coat and opened the door to find Garrett Hawke standing on the stoop, dressed in an impeccable black suit and hand wrapped in a dish towel.

The really surprising thing was that it hadn’t happened sooner, but she quietly wondered if she needed to call Cari. She knew enough about Garrett and Essa to know that they’d knock each other black and blue in the ring, but she was fairly certain they never would outside of it. But there Garrett Hawke was, bleeding fluently in her doorway.

“Doc,” he smiled by way of greeting.

“Hawke, come on in,” she said.

He followed her into the office, and she starting gathering supplies. If Garrett was here it was at least pretty bad, he was the sort of person who wouldn’t come in if something needed less than three stitches.

“Pretty nice office you’ve got here, a little more homey than at the clinic,” he said as if he was there on a social call. He was all swagger as he followed her into the office, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. And his face was a little paler than it should have been.

“Well thank you, so how’s the other guy?” she asked, with a jerk of her chin at David. David stretched and made his way slowly out of the office, probably to go sulk in the kitchen.

Hawke grinned, “Broken into pieces.”

“That so?” she said as she gestured to the chair in the corner. It wasn’t her exam table, but it was far more comfortable. She rolled her stool up and held out her hand for him to hand her his dishtowel wrapped hand. The dishtowel was a black and white checkered material, with bees around the edges. It wasn’t exactly the type of towel one wrapped their bleeding hand in. Hawke was probably going to catch hell for that.  

There were still small shards of orange colored glass in his hand when she pulled the dishtowel away. “The bowl you got into a fight with clearly got the better of you,” she said, matter-of-factly, “I need to clean it, but with magic it shouldn’t even scar.” She glanced to him, waiting for him to respond.

“It was Essa’s favorite,” he admitted, “Stitches will be fine.”

“What kind of bowl?” Mara asked. She’d dealt with her fair share of people looking for penance in pain, and she very rarely let them take it.

“Carnival glass,” he sighed. For breaking something like that it he might well deserve the stitches.

“It’s going to hurt like hell for me to get those shards out, I can give you something to numb it, or I think I’ve got some whiskey around here,” she said.

Hawke grinned, scratching at his bit of beard, “A woman after my own heart.”

“Whiskey it is,” she rolled her eyes and retrieved the whiskey and a glass from her bottom drawer. She didn’t drink often, but every now and again there was a day that demanded it.

She poured him two fingers worth and handed him the glass. He took a sip and sighed, “Not too bad, Doc.”

“Remember how much you like me right now, Hawke,” she said and then began picking the glass shards out of his hand.

To his credit he only swore once, at the first tug of a particularly sharp piece. And then he sat silently nursing his whiskey to the steady plink of glass shards falling into her collection bowl.

“What did Essa say about the bowl?” Mara asked as she worked.

Hawke took another sip of whiskey, “Haven’t told her yet, she’s here housesitting for Rutherford.”

The way she spat the last name told her that he had no idea that she shared it, and that there was something more going on than a broken bowl.

“So you broke her favorite bowl?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“No,” he glared at her, “that was an accident. Slept like shit because of all of this, tripped on the dog, broke the bowl...” He gestured to his hand.

Mara nodded, “So you’re fighting.”

“We’re not…” he puffed out his cheeks and sank back into the chair, “Yes.”

“Most of these aren’t too bad, but this one needs stitches,” she said.

Garrett glanced away from her, as if he was a little surprised, then he nodded, “Whatever you’ve gotta do Doc.”

She pulled out her suturing kit, she had one of course, but it was hardly ever used. She’d gotten more use out of it the last few years working with templars, they tended to be skittish around magic, and sometimes it wasn’t worth the fight to just simply heal them.

“I know things are a bit tangled out here at Seaside,” Mara said. She’d been surprised to learn when she began working at the clinic that Cullen and Essa had been together, and that he was now married to her sister. She understood Garrett’s feelings, though he hadn’t voiced them, she’d felt much the same way until she’d found herself in it too. Essa was fiercely protective of those she loved, and though she didn’t always love easily, once loved by Essa, that love was as unchangeable as the sea meeting the shore. “Some knots aren’t meant to be undone.”

“It’s still weird,” Garrett replied.

She chuckled, “It is.”

He hissed at the first drag of the curved needle through his skin, but he didn’t complain. She worked in silence until she heard the sound of Henry screaming and then rushing down the stairs. Garrett looked towards the open doorway to her office in confusion.

“Didn’t know you had kids,” he said.

“I don’t,” she replied around a smile, “Just the one.”

“Henry!” Branson was calling and she heard the sound of him following Henry down the stairs.

“And a fella?” Garrett’s eyebrows rose, insinuation deep in his tone.

“Careful Hawke, I’ve got a needle I’m running through your skin, I’d hate to ram it into something important,” she said with quiet menace.

“She’s not kidding,” Branson said from the doorway. She didn’t need to see him to know he was grinning, she was too busy watching Garrett Hawke figure out who Branson was. Branson looked like his brother, though he was taller and his hair was longer. But his eyes were the color of summer skies, and he smiled much more easily. The open-mouthed gape on Garrett’s face was priceless.

“His brother,” Mara answered his unasked question as she tied off the last stitch.

Garrett shook his head, “Well fuck me.”

“I’ll leave that to Essa,” Mara said.

Garrett laughed, a deep rumble that filled her office, “If I survive telling her about that bowl.”

“I need to wrap your hand up,” she replied, “then you can go.”

“Why aren’t you in South Reach?” Garrett asked.

Mara wrapped the white gauze from his palm down to his wrist, “We’re headed that way after Satinalia, we’ll catch Cari and Cullen before they leave, but I felt strongly about being here for the holiday.”

She stood up from her stool, tossing the black and white checkered dishcloth into the bowl with the glass shards before removing her plastic gloves. Garrett looked as if he might protest and she shook her head, “Buy her a new dishcloth when you replace that bowl of hers.”

Garrett stood, “What do I owe you?”

“Happy Satinalia,” Mara replied, setting the bowl on her desk and gesturing towards the door.

He seemed to be sizing her up, but realized that was a fight he would not win, “Happy Satinalia, Mara.”

He walked out of her office, all swagger and confidence as he started down the road towards the cottage. Behind her she heard Henry streak past her and up the stairs, wearing nothing but cowboy boots that clomped against each of the wooden stairs as he giggled. Branson rounded the corner, looking a little winded.

She grabbed his arm as he passed by, fingers wrapping around the soft gray wool of his sweater, “Hey, you don’t seem to be winning.”

“I’m really not. Was that Garrett Hawke in your office?” Branson asked, looking down at her.

She shrugged, “Doctor-patient confidentiality, my lips are sealed.”

He grinned mischievously, “We’ll see about that.”

Then he dropped the clothes he was carrying and cupped her face with his hands. He ran a thumb over her cheek while he wrapped his arm around her waist. He kissed her slowly, each movement of his lips against her own deliberate and soft. And when he broke away he kissed her nose, “How about now?”

“Hmmm...maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t,” she laughed, “but you know, your son is running around your house in nothing but cowboy boots, you should do something about that.”

“He gets his stubbornness from you,” he said, flicking her nose, “I’ll need you to help me tag team.”

Mara nodded, pulling off her white coat and tossing it on the bannister, “That’s what we do best.”

Branson smiled, wide and joyous and then she followed him upstairs.

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[pjarox-journey]

Breath of the Wild - Session #7

In and around Hateno

Hey! I, eh... might have been distracted by Baba is You for a few days (i’m still missing a handfull levels, might tackle them the next days x.x), but i was able to continue my adventure!

The last time i reached Hateno and visited the research lab there. With Purah, the childish Shiekah. But they had no power left for their device, so it was up to Link to help them. There is a blue flame nearby, and that’s what they needed. So i took the torch from the lab (after i had tossed the one i used to take with me a while ago...) in search of the flame!

On my way i explored the area nearby the village. A certain tree made me curious...

Tree big. Tree suspicious!

Of course you hid there, #28...

As the soil around Hateno seems to be fertile, Hateno also has a good amount of farms nearby, which feed the entire village.

“Baaaaah!” - Thanks, sheep, but LOOK AT THIS GOOD BOY TRYING TO SNATCH ITS TAIL!!

They also cultivate Hyrule-Rice on their fields around the village. With no protection whatsover. So... i kinda went ahead and helped them with their harvest. Without telling them. I also got some of the grasshoper living in the fields, so... that’s good! But eh... imagine you live your peaceful life, far away from the terrors of Hyrule (the guardians, i tell you... wouldn’t want to live in a place they could reach), and then the Hero of Legends visits you and just... takes all of your harvest with him. What a nice day, huh?

After obtaining more food for my journey, i lit the torch with the blue flame.

Blue fire! \o/

Also: hello #29. He also lives in a tree, like #28. *sighs*

With the fire, i lit the lanterns nearby, because somehow this is advanced technology nobody understands anymore. I also talked to some of the villagers, and surprisingly, they all had different lines of text than they had normally. Did i mention how much i love this level of detail in this game? The world feels so much more alive than in the other games, it’s wonderful. Like the farms and fields around Hateno. Or the interior inside the houses. If you play the game yourself, just do yourself a favor and look at all the details, and appreciate them!

At midnight of the 10th day i reached the lab once more. The scientists might have waited all day for Link to return, yes, but hey... i never promised to be back fast! With the fire, they were finally able to restore the lost features of the Shiekah Slate!

Drop

I got the photo mode, the album, and the encyclopedia. With this, i am able to search for things i got a photo of, i can take photos, and i am able to get back some of Links memories, although he doesn’t know yet. So... next stop is Impa, again.

I was also able to upgrade my Shiekah-Sensor and my bomb-modules as well. Powerful bombs aquired, yesh! Will i cheese the hell out of them? Probably, if i have some time to kill. And enemies. And now weapons... *sighs*

But first, the encyclopedia has to be filled with some stuff, so i took a photo of everything i was carying around right now! It took me roughly 15 minutes, i think? Well... things had to be done, so better now than later.

At dawn of day 11, i went down to the nothern beach of Hateno, just for some more exploration. I didn’t know anymore if there was anything interesting there, besides one big rocky boy who might have killed me several times in my playthrough. Oh, i remember him well, and he will most certainly go down this time...

Various things happened here: First of all, i met an Lizalfos in the sea. It straight oneshoted me with it’s knights sword, but i was able to defeat him quickly. One more strong sword for me! And you might be suprised, but...

...little guy #30, chilling in this pond.

I also found a... well, not so clever fish.

Thats not the sea, buddy. You know that, right?

Why did i swim there, you might ask? Well, there was another Korok living there. And for that i had to throw a rock into the sea. At the right spot. It was, eh... hm...

Bullseye!

I don’t want to talk about it.

Hey, wooh, #31!

On a nearby rock, i met Kass the first time. Kass is a rito and a traveling musician, singing songs over the hero here and there. This time he was singing about a big treasure. He mentioned something about 17, which would be 5pm, and... eh... it was nearly 5pm when i talked to him, so i immediatly found the treasure in the sea and was 300 rupees richer.

Kass Kass Kass Kass Kass. I like him!

While walking over the beach at night, i found another bulblin camp. With not one, but two silver Bulblins. Like. Game, please, i don’t have the weapons to fight them. Are you nuts? This is insane! So i... sneaked around them, to find some more Koroks.

Little guys #32 - #35. Is there a nest nearby or something?

Besides that... you see this?

Normal rocks. Just like that. Nothing suspicious... right?!

Rocks like this scream something like “We will stand up and kill you!”. After some time, you know what’s up, even if you don’t remember the Iwarok’s like i do. Anyway...

Rock goes BOOM!

...i like their loot. Especially from this one, as he was a rare one. There exists three different types of ores in this game: normal, rare, and glowstone. Normaly the rare ones drop rare gems (expcept this one rare ore i hit and I HATE IT. It droped NOTHING!! :<), sometimes diamonds, which are quite expensive, so you can earn many rupees with them. Or just... hoard them. Like i do. My shiny rocks! Do not steal!

It was pain in the ass to fight him, though. Climbing on his back, trying to hit him, falling down, trying again while he regenerates life... urgh x.x I finally learned i could hit him from the ground, and oh boy, that saved me from a lot more frustrating minutes.

That was all i wanted to do at this beach, so... i returned Hateno. I tried to climb onto the nearby mountain for a faster way back, but... eh... it’s cold there. Too cold for now, so i will return later. On my way i found another Korok, #36. I... i guess i din’t take a pic of him? Huh. Whatever. He looked just like his siblings, as you might have been expecting.

Back in Hateno i made the last preperations for my leave. I have to tell Impa about the photos Zelda had done in the past. So... i bought the Hylian Armor.

Link now fancy knight!

I will try to upgrade it soon in Kakariko, but for now, my upgraded Hylian Tunic is better. And i like it more, too, to be honest.

But... that’s it for today! Next time: back to Kakariko, and maybe i’ll explore the southern beach of Hateno. I think there are some monsters there who snatch some of the sheep, and i cannot allow that! You’ll see the next time how that went!

[shaynawrites23]

hi! i love the cary agos fics you wrote, and i was wondering if you could do one where he’s planning a romantic trip for his girlfriend’s birthday? thank you!

Romantic Getaway

Word count: 1033

A/N: I'm not entirely sure this is what you had in mind, and I apologize if I didn't get his character quite right in this one, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

It's not unlike Cary to have plans for your birthday. Plans with you, in any case. Every year, you tell him all you want is time with him, special time alone during which neither of you have to worry about work and you can focus completely on the other.

And every year, Cary fulfils your request.

Five birthdays. That's how many you've celebrated with him; it might have been six, if you'd met just slightly earlier than you did. If you didn't care much for birthdays before, Cary would be the one reason why you do now, with how much he dotes on you, showering you with affection every time.

Cary's always affectionate, but even more so on your birthday. The day to celebrate your existence, to remind you how much you're cared for, how much he loves that you're here and alive and that you're here with him.

Of course, you never know in advance what he has up his sleeve. The lawyer takes secrets and surprises to a whole new level, never letting you even catch a hint of what he's got planned until he's ready to reveal it, and this year is no exception. For several months now, he's had this trip planned, ensuring neither you nor him would have any work obligations for a week, and all the travel details have been arranged and double checked a dozen times over.

Only the best for his angel.

Oh, he knows you don't care, you've told him time and time again just having him on your special day is more than enough. He knows you're happy just sitting on the couch watching movies with his arms around your waist and your head tucked under his chin, where you fit so perfectly, but he still longs to make your birthdays memorable. Cary is observant, and never fails to pick up on the way your eyes light up when he tells you he's taking you out, or to pack up for a little getaway, with that bright twinkle in his warm, brown eyes that promises you a good time and plenty of kisses.

This day starts just like all birthdays do for you. Cary's arms still cradle you to him when you wake, his chest rising and falling in time with his slow breathing; it feels like safety and comfort. You know he always wants to make your birthdays about you, but as you wriggle up slightly to be able to look at your boyfriend, you can't help the soft smile on your face.

You're worth the world if it makes you smile like that, and he intends to devote the rest of his life to making you happy. Starting with tomorrow. Little do you know, he has a small black ring box in his coat pocket, and it's for you.

He looks like an angel, you always think. Gorgeous enough a man when he's awake, there's always this sense of giddy pride that fills your heart, alongside the love, when you realize once more that yours is the bed he chooses to fall asleep in, that you are the person he trusts so when he's asleep.

As though he can feel your gaze on him, he stirs, eyes fluttering open softly and then you're greeted by that warm, golden brown you adore so.

"Happy birthday, angel," he murmurs, arms reaching for you to pull you back into his embrace, and you let him, content to spend the first moments of your day together resting on his chest. "The way you're starin' at me though, I'd think it was my special day and not yours."

"Shush, and give me a birthday kiss," you demand, wriggling back up to face him, and Cary obliges with a grin. You kiss him once, twice more, just because you swear he gives the best kisses, and then you pull back to speak again. "So... did you listen to what I said this year?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Oh, but you know better. That cheeky grin, the twinkle in his eyes... he didn't. He never does.

"Do you wanna know what we're doing this year?"

How could you not? Your curiosity is piqued, and you nod. Cary gently moves you off his chest, warm hands on your shoulders, and reaches over into the drawer of his nightstand. You watch him as he does, watching the way this beautiful man moves so gracefully, and you nearly miss how he produces a clean, cream colored envelope, just like the ones he uses at work every day. As he hands it to you, though, you notice your name penciled in his handwriting in the corner; does your name always look prettier when he writes it?

"Go on, angel, open it."

You do. It's thicker than what you'd expect from a simple letter, and the first thing that falls out is tickets. Plane tickets. The cogs are turning in your head as you slip out another paper, and another... A hotel booking. Couples' massage. Spa day. A map of Paris...

You're going to Paris. With your boyfriend.

He must see the disbelief on your face, laughing softly at your expression. "Happy birthday, baby. Do you like it?"

"Yes!!" It comes out a little louder than you'd intended, but neither of you care as you fling your arms around him, pressing five kisses to his face in quick succession before Cary turns his head just right to catch your lips in a proper kiss. "I love it. You know I love traveling with you. Oh my gosh, Cary, how did you do this-"

You won't find out. Cary may love you, but he's good at keeping secrets, and the way his eyes twinkle at you, you realize he won't say. What he does tell you is, "Get your suitcase, darling, we're leaving tonight."

Tonight. Tomorrow, you'll be in France, in the oh so well known city of love, and safe to say, you're excited. Seven kisses later, you've hopped off of him to prepare, and Cary's left in bed a moment longer, gazing after you with a soft smile on his face. God, how did he get so lucky?

[shaynawrites23]

hello!! I wanted to ask you if you took requests?? if not it’s absolutely no problem :) so honestly I was thinking like an agst scene with Cary and the reader where they’re dating but like they fight over smth then it just ends with fluff. I asked because I read your Cary Agos x reader fic and I loved it so so much <333😭😭

Jealousy is Not a Good Look on You

Pairing: Cary Agos x reader

Word count: 1514

A/N: oh god, i don't even dare look at the date when you requested this- 😅 i am soo so sorry it took a century for me to write this. hope it was worth the wait lol

Cary was a person who liked closed relationships. Full commitment to your partner, full dedication to the relationship. This was something he could be even more certain of after his adventures with Kalinda, especially after the period in which she seemed to be choosing agent Delaney over him most nights.

Falling for nothing but a pretty face and half-hearted promises… he vowed he would never make that mistake again.

Are you sure you're not doing it again, though, Agos?

Shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the thought, Cary glanced up through the glass walls of his office. Where was (y/n)? She was meant to be helping him on this high-profile case, but he hadn't seen hide nor hair of her since she left to get a drink of water half an hour ago…

Oh.

His girlfriend was standing next to the vending machine with James Rostron, the new intern. Both of them were smiling like good friends, but to Cary's mind saw much more than that. And when he saw James brush a finger on your arm… no, he had to tear his gaze away.

Was this another of his mistakes? Was he being paranoid, or was he truly just temporary for you?

The door handle squeaked as the door opened and her heels clicked against the tiled floors. He waited for a calculated moment before looking up from the document he was writing, to be met with (y/n)'s soft smile.

"Got your drink?" He resisted the urge to clear his throat at hearing the hoarse edge in his voice, trying to appear casual. 

"Yeah." She raised the plastic bottle she was holding as if in a toast. "How're things going here?"

Things? Oh right, the brief.

"It's coming along. Just finished this section here." He pointed it out on the screen of his laptop.

(y/n) paused. "Cary… that's the same thing you showed me last time. Are you alright?"

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine."

Gently, she reached out a hand and lowered the screen of his laptop. "No, I know there's something on your mind. You've been acting off for some time already. What's going on, love?"

Cary sighed, not meeting her eyes for several moments as he debated whether or not he should tell her truthfully. On the one hand, it was not an ideal time to start a fight, what with the case riding on the shoulders of their cooperation, but on the other hand… perhaps, if he told her, perhaps he could get James Rostron out of his system and they could go back to their easy dynamic from before he showed up.

Another sigh. "James Rostron." He now turned his head to meet her gaze. "The new intern. What does he always ask you for?"

"Who?" You blinked, confused.

"The guy at the vending machine. I've noticed him hanging around you on other occasions too."

"Oh, him. He asks me the most random questions… like today he asked me if I liked the park. Why would he need to know that?" You paused. "Wait… Cary, have you been watching me?"

"What?!" You could swear his eyes doubled in size. "No!"

"Then how do you know Jimmy – or whatever his name is – has been asking me stuff?"

"I can see the vending machine from here." He pointed in that direction to emphasize his point. "He likes you, you know."

"He what? How do you know that?" Before your boyfriend could reply, you held up a hand. "No, I have a better question: why does that matter? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, (y/n). I don't trust him. There's something off about him." He leaned closer, resting an arm on the desk and looking you straight in the eye. "Next time he comes to ask you questions, I want you to ignore him and leave the room. And perhaps most importantly, I don't want you to be alone with him. Ever."

"What?" You huffed out a laugh. "Why are you suddenly so worked up about this? At least explain to me why you want me to do all this?"

Cary sighed. "I can't explain it exactly. Call it instinct, but I don't trust him."

Shaking your head in an attempt to quell the frustration bubbling within you, you stood up and grabbed your bag. "No, not this, I'm not dealing with this right now." You paused halfway out the door to glance back at him. "You men are all the same. You pretend you don't trust other men but it's all just an excuse to have control over your girlfriends."

With that, you stalked down the hallway to your own office.

"Wait!" Cary leaped from his seat, dashing after you and grabbing your wrist. "That's not what I meant, I promise-" 

Oh, his imploring brown eyes were almost enough to get you to cave. 

Almost.

"Not now, Cary, I need a minute." More than a minute actually; you needed time to think. Deep down you knew Cary wasn't controlling, you knew he was telling the truth when he said he didn't mean it that way… but your previous experiences had left their mark on you, and you didn't want to hurt him more by saying something you didn't mean and would inevitably regret. So you pulled your hand out of his and turned away from him, heading to your office.

An hour passed – or was it two? – and you had barely gotten any work done. Your mind was whirling with thoughts about Cary, about your relationship, about what this meant for the two of you. 

Cary didn't seem like the controlling type. Then again, no one really showed their true colors in the beginning, did they?

After ten minutes of this back-and-forth, you sighed and grabbed your jacket, peering out the door of your office to check if the coast was clear before slipping down the hall to the elevator. Perhaps a walk would do you some good.

You successfully avoided Cary for two more days, though guilt was beginning to weigh on your heart. Part of you kept screaming that he didn't do anything wrong, but another part… another part of you was scared. And while you knew avoiding him wasn't the answer, you didn't know what the best course of action was.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, you didn't have to decide what to do. When you arrived at your office that morning, guess who you found in your chair?

Cary Agos.

A tired-looking Cary Agos, you realized, and another pang of guilt shot through your heart.

"Hey." 

One word. One word, that's all it took for you to fully realize how much you actually missed him. Letting out a breath that came out somewhat more shaky than you would have liked, you took a seat in the chair on the opposite side of your desk.

"Hi," you breathed. "Cary, I'm sorry for-"

He held up a hand to silence you at that, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. 

"Don't apologize. I was wrong not to give you an explanation. I-" Glancing up, he stood to close the door of your office before sitting opposite you again and continuing in a hushed voice.

"When I was Deputy State's Attorney, we had an intern. Bright lad, quick-witted, nothing really wrong with him per se. Until one day, Geneva Pine confided to me he had repeatedly been making unwanted sexual advances towards her. I fired him, but we couldn't do much more as it was a matter of her word against his; no proof.

Then yesterday, Linda came to Diane to speak about Rostron. You can guess what she had to say about him. Diane checked the security camera footage and sure enough, he's hitting on her, despite how its obvious to anyone who isn't a half-witted baboon that his advances aren't wanted. So Diane fired him on the spot and will be pressing charges." 

He paused for a moment, looking at his hands on your desk before looking back at you.

"And yes, I was also jealous. Not because of Rostron, specifically, just…" He chuckled. "(y/n), you could have any man — hell, any woman — you want. There's nothing stopping you from finding someone better than me, someone you like better than me."

Your mouth nearly dropped open at that. "What- Cary, what makes you think I would even want someone else?"

Your boyfriend only shrugged, a small smile on his face, though you could tell that was his way of trying to hide his insecurities. So you reached over the table and took his hands in yours as you looked deep into his warm brown eyes.

"Cary, babe, you need to give yourself more credit. You're amazing yourself, and I love you. I'm not leaving you, nor do I ever plan to. Just… please tell me what's going on next time instead of leaving me with all that vagueness."

Lifting your hand to his mouth, he placed a kiss to your fingers as he grinned. "Deal."

[shaynawrites23]

50. The empty space that can’t be breached between you in bed

Pairing: Cary Agos x reader

Huffing, you flipped onto your side. The soft hotel blanket hung precariously over the edge of the bed, threatening to fall at any moment, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to sleep.

You couldn’t, though; your mind seemed more restless than usual, and your stomach churned at the prospect of tomorrow. Had you been at home, you’d have simply made a cup of tea to calm your nerves, but unfortunately for you, you found yourself in a small hotel room about a hundred miles from home. Why? Because some nobody – okay, fine, a relatively important somebody – decided it would be a great idea to sue one of Lockhart & Gardner’s clients. And it was just your luck to be one of the two lawyers sent out for the negotiations.

The other was your boyfriend, Cary Agos, who was probably fast asleep in the room right opposite yours. And that gave you an idea.

Flicking the lamp on your bedside table on, you picked up your phone and typed out a quick text to Cary.

are you still up?

The reply came faster than you expected.

i am now

what can i do for you, milady?

You felt a twinge or guilt for waking him up, but you shrugged it off. What was done, was done; there was nothing you could do about it now.

sorry

i can’t sleep

can i come to your room?

yeah sure

i’ll open the door

Perfect. Throwing on a dressing gown, you slipped the keycard to your door and your phone into your pocket. After establishing that no one else was in the hallway, you darted over into Cary’s room.

“Miss me?” he whispered huskily, lips curving into a tired smirk.

“In your dreams,” you quipped, but your words were starkly contrasted by how you immediately crept into his arms.

“You sure? Those are bold words from the woman in my arms at 2 a.m..” His lips ghosted teasingly over your ear and you retaliated by poking his side with your finger.

“Shut up. You know it wasn’t true.” You turned to face him, hands interlocking behind his neck.

“Mm. Do I?” He pretended to think for a moment. “No, I don’t think I do.”

You shook your head, smiling. “Fine, you doof. I missed you.”

“That’s what I thought.” His warm hand on your cheek guided your lips to his for a sweet kiss.

You parted sooner than you would have liked, solely because you liked kissing him. However, you had to stifle a yawn only moments after. Cary noticed, and he chuckled.

“Do my kisses bore you?” His voice held a teasing lilt and you swatted his arm.

“No, I love your kisses, but Cary, it’s 2 a.m.!”

“Fair enough. Let’s get to bed, hm?”

He let you go and trudged over to the bed, stifling a yawn of his own. You tossed your dressing gown haphazardly over one of the chairs before crawling under the covers with him, scooting backwards until your back met his chest. His free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close as possible.

And there, as you exchanged a whispered ‘goodnight,’ was where you finally drifted off to sleep; in your boyfriend’s embrace.