Part 3 of #TheRetcon: Quit Breaking Up With Me / Keep The Girl
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Author’s Note: I’ve been mentioning my GIF usage a lot lately but… I really LOVE this one. I mean like… I can just think about lying with him and just that quiet understanding staring… and then talking to each other and I just… I’m sorry! I Digress! Here we are! Part 3 of 4! Disclaimer: I own nothing from Black Sea / I mixed up about 5 different places for where they are on holiday but it’s solidly based on Marbella Premise: Back from Russia with a hefty amount of Gold, Fraser begins to decide how to spend it. The answer is obvious… Words: 7890 Warnings: Pre-Amble / Sex (Edges into Smut maybe a little) / Swearing
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Holiday Fic 2! ⛄⛄
@wltz-bby @happyskywhale
Author’s Note: @mandy23b I know you still have to get to the end of this week to finish your finals. But Congratulations on your graduation! 🎉
I’m so proud of you - And I know I keep telling you that, but I’m just going to keep telling you!
Thank you for requesting - here’s some Malcolm for you, as a treat 😉😘
Disclaimer: Vertical Limit Not Mine / Basically a massive excuse to have 4000 words of banter / you better believe I got Tom McLaren in here / gifs and lyrics not mine
Premise: Malcolm Bench is back from K2 for winter break. You love snow, having to work in it 24/7 he does not - today you’re determined to change his mind…
Words: 4133
Warnings: swearing / sexual connotations
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Very tough choice but, for me, it would have to be Jackson Brodie.
Short AU one shot where Charles and Erik do not have powers. Charles is a psychiatrist and is trying to get the reader (Erik's sister and a police woman) to open up to him about a traumatic event in her past.
Charles reaches out and touches your hand across the table, you look up at him and he holds your gaze "Just talk to me Y/N, it's my job, I can help. I want to help." You wipe a tear from your eye and look away. "Charles, please stop. I appreciate that you are trying to help, really I do, but you can't. No one can." You get up from the table and go to refill your glass from the large, but almost empty, bottle of gin on the counter.
Charles isn't about to give up that easily. He knows about your past of course, Erik had told him years ago of your Mother's suicide and that you had been the one to find her body when you were only 15, but you never spoke of it. On the face of it, you had overcome the tragedy well. You appeared strong, confident, self assured and, above all, happy. You laughed, joked and seemed, not unfeeling, but unphased by the horrors you encountered at work. You shrugged off the pressure and stresses of your job as though they were a coat that you could simply put on and take off as you pleased. Most would never guess that you had ever experienced such sadness, perhaps maybe even Charles wouldn't have realised had he not already been aware. But he had seen it. Every once in a while, beneath the smiles and the happiness, he could see the pain. These moments were short lived and you would quickly recover your composure in time to deflect his questions. You were infuriatingly good at it in fact. He had never known anyone so skilled in avoidance. But this time was different. This wasn't a fleeting glance at the pain that simmered below the surface. This was raw and unchecked emotion.
"Y/N, I can help you. But you have to talk to me."
Still with your back turned, you slam the glass back down on the counter. "Why can't you understand?! I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to be helped... I don't deserve it... I..." your words falter.
"You don't deserve help? Why would you think that?"
Your shoulders sag and you suddenly seem to Charles so small and vulnerable. You let out an almost imperceptible sob and say quietly "Because I didn't stop her."
This admission strikes him like a hammer to the chest. He realises that you blame yourself. He feels tears pricking in his own eyes. He knows how that feels, the torture of believing that you are responsible for the death of another. "What happened to your Mother, what she did, it isn't your fault. You were a child Y/N, and there was no warning, no reason. How could you possibly have prevented it?"
You turn to face him, tears streaming down your cheeks "I didn't find her after she had killed herself Charles, I saw her. I knew what she was going to do..... I didn't stop her....."
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we all become part of the landscape in the end…
Sequel to Halfway Home
@mandy23b @wltz-bby @happyskywhale #mendotagsquad
Author’s Note: This song, this damn song, oh my god. I confess I hadn’t listened to any Halsey at all (besides a couple of collabs with other artists I like) until I was music swapping with @mandy23b… But I honestly don’t think I’ve loved an album this much lyrically in a very long time! Anyway, a second part was always in the works. This song for sure inspired the finish of it.
Thank you @mendelskrull and @crawlingmist I really REALLY hope the sequel was worth the wait 🙈🙈🙈🙈
Control - Halsey
Disclaimer: gif not mine / lyrics not mine / The Outsider & all associated characters not my property!
I wrote this before I read ‘If It Bleeds’ but I see the immediate eerie similarities in my Shifter species. I think I might cover it off in the finale…
Premise: After a particularly erratic encounter with Ralph Anderson, you wait on your fate… can you trust the Detective to make the right choice? Can he trust you, at all?
Words: 5737
Warnings: Swearing
⚠ Major Angst/Hurt Caution Warning (Again) ⚠
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• it’s ok if you accomplish things “more slowly” than other people • it’s ok if you find difficultly in what others consider “easy” • it’s ok if you fall behind, you will still reach your destination • it’s ok to take life at your own pace
Aidan as Phil Hendricks in Thorne: Sleepyhead
I shouldn't find this so hot......but I do. I REALLY do 😎☺️
Call him!
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