Note: While this masterlist is curated to a certain set of characters/movies/shows feel free to submit a request. I am open to almost any genre of movies and shows. With that being said, if you make a request some ground rules. 1. Be polite, respectful, understanding. Not just in my requests, but my inbox and this page in general. Any hate, discrimination, and/or bullying will result in being blocked. 2. When it comes to requests I will not do anything revolving around non consent/incest/s.a out of respect for any readers. 3. If I mess up, message me. This could mean many things, but especially with using certain words, themes, or anything of high importance. I want my page to be fun, but safe for anyone who comes across it.
Knives Out
Ransom Drysdale Imagines/Oneshots
Deadly Association Series
Y/N doesn’t know that working for the Drysdale family comes at a price.
Part 1
Part 2 TBD
Ransom and Robbins
Part 1, COMING SOON
Detective Benoit Blanc
To Be Announced
Marta Cabrera
To Be Announced
First Meeting Marta 8/12
The 100
Bellamy Blake Imagines/Oneshots
Imagines
I Am Become Death
Murphy’s Law Part 1
Murphy's Law Part 2 TBA
John Murphy Imagines/Oneshots
Inside Out (TBA)
Marvel
Kate Bishop Imagines/Oneshots/Headcanons
Headcanons
Meeting Kate Bishop
Crushed TBD
Other
Sierra Six/Court Gentry Imagines/Oneshots/Headcanons
Afterglow (TBA)
Sneak Peek (Full Version Coming Soon) September 1995
in lieu of talking about jack’s disability/prosthesis; i’ve put together a list of facts specific to him/amputees in general. in ended up being kind of long, so feel free to skip if you want to. but here’s some info i thought could help all of us fic writers out there !!
─ ─── ─── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ─── ─── ─
- jack specific facts:
- jack is missing his leg BELOW the knee. around the mid-calf area. his prosthesis is called a transtibial. his specific make/model is unknown. though it looks most like a conventional prosthesis. edit: i’ve been informed his prosthesis is an Enchelon Endolite, not sure what specific model, though it’s a few years old.)
- people with leg prosthetics will often shift their weight on their feet—sometimes almost constantly—to keep their balance. it can also SOMETIMES be called a Trendelenburg gait, and will only worsen over time. but a Trendelenburg gait can also be completely unrelated and different/occurs more at and in the hip area. (thank you to the person who sent in the information about that, it was very helpful !! you can find that here.)
- jack is missing his lower limb which means: he removes it/changes it before bed, showering, swimming, running etc.
- jack/amputees often have a rail or bench specifically made for showering for better accessibility and to keep themselves steady in the shower if they are standing/not wearing a waterproof prosthesis.
- he can sleep with it on, but it’s usually not comfortable & most amputee’s let their limbs air out overnight to reduce swelling, sores/irritation, chafing, etc. it’s feasible that he’d take his limb off right after a shift, and if he doesn’t; be in more pain/uncomfortable with the leg on.
- fluid fluctuates in the limb during the day cause the residual limb to swell/decrease in size, they require the addition or removal of sock “plies” to make sure the limb keeps a snug fit.
- his limb will require daily inspection and massage to check for blisters/keep proper blood flow to the limb.
- also requires daily cleaning of the limb and prosthetic liner to prevent skin breakdown and infection.
- amputation often causes anxiety, depression, and other emotional challenges; it’s reasonable to perceive that jack suffers/has suffered from one or more of these. he goes to therapy canonically.
- phantom pain is a thing !! nerve endings can still fire and cause pain/sensation of a lower limb even after it’s missing. it never goes away. jack has been portrayed with this at the end of pittfest in season 1 !! he absolutely suffers from it, and it’s important to represent !!
facts about prosthetic legs/prosthesis:
- first off; prosthetic vs prosthesis; a prosthetic is the field of study, design, and fitting of the device. a prosthesis is the artificial limb itself.
- the socket is the most critical part; it’s custom molded to fit each person, it connects the prosthesis to to the body.
- the suspension is how the prosthesis is held on; can be put in place by suction, vacuum, or locking pins.
- the pylon in the internal frame or pipe that provides the structural strength.
- modern prosthetic legs feature advanced materials—depending on the amputation level—that’s specialized in knee and ankles.
- temporary prosthetics are given right after amputation, permanent prosthetics are fitted 2-6 months after amputation, when the swelling has gone down.
- all prosthesis are fitted and customized based on each person’s lifestyle and activity level, and physical capabilities; including foot/shoe size.
- a prosthesis and parts usually need replacements over time from wear and tear, even though they are durable. (most last around five years.)
- poor fit can cause blisters, pain, swelling, and skin sores.
- prosthetic weight varies; thermoplastic models often being the lightest.
- amputation often causes anxiety, depression, and other emotional challenges.
- most prosthetics are made of titanium, aluminum, and carbon fiber.
- most regular/everyday prosthetics are not designed to get wet/be submerged and will rust.
- all amputees have to wear a sock or stump shrinker, it prevents swelling in the limb and when the prosthesis is not attached. it’s basically a carbon fiber cup. if the sock does not fit correctly, it can cause restricted blood flow; forcing blood into the distal end and cause more swelling.
- swelling in the residual limb called edema (occurs especially when irritated) can cause the sock and prosthesis to not fit/fit uncomfortably.
- there are special types of prosthesis; including waterproof, adjustable, and microprocessor controlled.
-
different types of below knee prosthesis;
- conventional:
conventional prosthesis are the most traditional prosthetic legs, and are the most common form of below-knee prosthesis. they consist of a plain socket, pylon (the supporting rod), and foot. They are strong and cost-effective, making them a popular option for most users.
a conventional prosthesis is usually constructed from lightweight materials; such as plastic and metal. they are plain with few moving parts, have basic mobility, are ideal for everyday use, and usually cost-effective compared to advanced alternatives.
- endoskeletal prosthetic legs:
endoskeletal prosthetic legs have an internal support-build, usually with a cosmetic outer covering. they are usually made to appear more natural and provide better mobility and comfort.
endoskeletal prosthesis are usually lightweight and flexible, they can be made to look more natural, are usually easier to fit and alter, and are better for individuals who want a more realistic appearance.
- exoskeletal prosthetic legs:
exoskeletal prosthetic legs are usually made of a strong, long-lasting, rigid outer casing, but are not as commonly used today. the prosthesis lacks the internal frame that an endoskeletal prosthetics have. the main structure is instead the rigid outer casing.
exoskeletal prosthesis are usually very hard and long-lasting. they are more damage and wear-resistant. better for those with heavy-duty requirements. are usually less customizable in looks.
- dynamic response prosthetic legs:
also called specialized energy-storing feet, these are created to help more energetic/athletic people move easily. they store energy/movement better when each foot is on the ground release it when each foot is off the ground; making walking and running easier.
a dynamic response prosthesis usually allows for more natural movement, improves walking, can reduce stress on the other leg, and is better for very energetic people; like athletes.
- microprocessor-controlled prosthetic legs:
these legs use more diverse forms of advanced technology to improve mobility and stability within the prosthesis. they usually have sensors that detect movement and can adjust in real-time; they enhance the quality of balance and walking.
microprocessor-controlled prosthesis usually have advanced sensors that respond to changes in movement. they can make you steadier if the ground isn’t flat, put less stress on the joints, are best for active individuals who need movement control, and are rather pricey but still usually efficient.
- waterproof prosthetic legs:
are usually made from materials that are not susceptible to corrosion or wear down. they are intended for people who use their prostheses in aquatic/water filled areas; like pools, or showers.
waterproof prosthesis are made using waterproof materials, can be used in wet conditions, are strong and more resistant to rust, and are best suited for swimmers and water sports athletes.
- adjustable prosthetic legs:
adjustable prosthesis allow a person to change how the socket fits around their limb as needed. they are better for children or those with changing weight/strength.
adjustable prosthesis have an adjustable fit, are a good option for children and people with fluid retention, can provide more support and comfort, and help to prevent discomfort from poor fitting.
- blade prosthetic leg:
a blade prosthesis is a high-performance prosthesis made from carbon fiber, usually designed for running, jumping, and high-intensity sports. similar to a dynamic response prosthesis, but not the same.
blade prosthesis are typically shaped like a “cheetah’s hind leg” to maximize energy return, are lightweight, usually J-shaped, they store energy upon impact and expel to propel the person forward. they act as a type of spring rather than a walking foot. the sole of a running shoe/sneaker can sometimes be glued to the bottom of the blade, as they can be slippery.
- below are pictures of different types of prosthesis:
- conventional prosthesis:
- endoskeletal prosthesis:
- exoskeletal prosthesis:
- dynamic response prosthesis:
- microprocessor-controlled prosthesis:
- waterproof prosthesis:
- adjustable prosthesis:
- blade prosthesis:
- jack’s prosthesis:
if there’s any other questions you have, please let me know and i’ll see if i can figure it out !! i hope this helps some of you and i can’t wait to (hopefully) see more representation of jack’s prosthesis/disability !! i know im going to try my best to include some of this stuff !!
love you all so much !! <3 i hope to have more fic updates for you soon !! :)
It's scary to be transgender in the world right now but if you're transgender I love you and we have to stick together and keep fighting and keep living and keep loving
Note: Time to get those ages in your bios. I will be blocking accounts under 18 on a weekly basis. This is a huge heads up, so let's get it done before release day :)
Pairing: Dani Miranda x FemReader; Y/N is also goes by Love, a personal nickname for her and Dani only.
Summary: Welcoming Dani home from her mission with Six
Warning: Spoilers for the movie, The Gray Man. Some nudity, kinda smutty, but more so suggestive.
Length: Long as hell, sorry, kinda ;)
A/N: This will be my first MINORS DNI Warning. From here on out, ages need to be in your bios to prevent any blocking from my page. There will be a deadline posted later this week, from the date of that post you will have 7 days to add your age to your bio. More on this in a separate post.
You sat at the kitchen counter of your flat in London. Fingers skating across your keyboard as you read over some documents from work, sipping from your mug, when you heard the lock turning.
Jumping up off of the stool, you knew it could only be one person.
You go to meet her as the door opens, and find her with scars on her face. Still in her tactical gear.
“Dani-” you whimpered. She walked in, closed the door, and hugged you.
“I’m sorry to drop by like-” she gestured at herself, “Like this, I had to see you.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat and took her hands in yours, “Wh-what happened?”
“It’s a long story, Love,” she said, cupping your face. “Like I said, I just needed to see you after everything that happened.”
You stared into her eyes, as her thumbs began to rub your cheeks. You could smell the gunpowder on her and feel the callouses on her thumbs from the night she had. You laid your hands on top of hers, gently removing them, “Let’s get you into the bath, okay?”
Then she smiled for the first time since walking into your flat. You held her hand as you led her to your bathroom.
There you filled up the tub with bubble bath and epsom salt, leaving Dani to decide how warm she wanted the water to be. While you went through your clothes, finding clothes for Dani and yourself.
“Y/n,” she called. “Will you come join me?” Even after two years, you could still feel heat rush to your cheeks when she asked you.
You scooped up the clothes and walked into the bathroom. Dropping the clothes on the counter, you looked at Dani in the corner. She had stripped down to her bra and underwear. Folding her clothes into a neat pile to deal with later.
You turned to the cabinet, and crouched down to take out anything Dani could need so you could patch her up.
You felt her fingertips push past your layers of clothing to touch your hips, as you continued to lay everything out. “Love, let’s get these off of you.” You followed her hand as she turned you around, gently shrugging off your cardigan, her eyes never leaving yours.
You went to pull your shirt off, she gently moved your hand, doing so for you. Shirt in hand, she cupped your cheek as her eyes flitted over your chest. Your cheeks heated up again. “Don’t be shy, Love. I’ve been gone so long, I’ve almost forgotten how pretty you are. M-may I?”
You knew what she was asking and wordlessly, you nodded. You missed her, and the fact that she missed you made you fall for her again.
She leaned in, and started kissing your neck, causing you to let out a whimper. “Mmm, Love, ” she hummed. “Missed you so much. I’ll take my time later, promise.”
As she kept kissing your neck, her hands made their way to your shorts. Unbuttoning them, she pushed them down your legs taking your underwear with them. You slid off your slippers, and stepped out of the pile of clothes.
Your head rolled back, as Dani’s movements became more wanting. “Dani, let’s clean you up.”
Her lips smacked as she planted one last kiss to your neck. Taking the hair tie off your wrist, you cupped Dani’s rosy cheeks, before reaching back and pulling her hair into a ponytail leaving her bangs out.
Staring at her face, you couldn’t stop your fingers from brushing over the bruises and marks on her face. Being as gentle as possible, to prevent any more pain. “Do they hurt?”
“A little, they were worse earlier.”
“What happened?”
“I got caught up in helping - a friend.”
“Let’s get in and you can tell me more,” you said. She nodded, letting you reach behind her and unclasp her bra as she wrapped her arms around your neck, staring at you as you finished undressing her.
“You’re staring again,” you said as you pushed her underwear down.
“Like I said, I almost forgot how pretty you were. I don’t want to make that mistake again, Love.”
“Alright, in you go,” you said lightly patting her bottom. She smirked and followed your instructions.
You stepped into the tub behind, the water was still very warm. Dani, can practically read your mind. “I made it boiling hot. We’ve never been able to get in and out of a bath on time.” You let out a laugh. She was right, you could only count the number of times you had taken too long getting undressed in the past just for the water to be cold as ice when trying to get in.
“How are you feeling, Hun?”
She hummed, “Good, thank you for this.”
“Let me know if the soap stings.” You took the washcloth adding soap and started to wash her back. She leaned forward, hugging her legs to her chest. You spent minutes on her back. Getting any dried blood off of her and checking for bruises to treat once she was dried off. You passed the washcloth to her, and she unwrapped herself cleaning the rest of her body while you cleaned yours. “Let me know when you’re ready to stand up.”
After some time she responds, “Will you help me up, Love?” Wordlessly, you hoist both of your bodies up, letting the water out of the tub and switching on the shower. You’re holding her under the shower head, watching as the water cascades over her. You reach behind her and grab the shampoo.
“Step towards me, Dani.” She does, her eyes still closed. You turned her around and massaged her hair with the shampoo. The dirt and sweat falling to the tub as you rinsed the day before away.
After shampooing and conditioning her hair, you moved both your bodies under the running water. Finally rinsing yourself off. When you were both clean, you led her out of the shower and wrapped her body in a towel. She jumped on the counter and watched as you wrapped yourself up.
“Love?” You looked at her, and raised an eyebrow silently urging her to go on. “Which one is mine?”
“The stack with the black sweatpants. But, please, let’s put some ointment and icy/hot on you first.”
She laughed, “Okay, Love.” Grabbing the ointment, you walked over to her and stood between her legs. Dani brought her fingers to your face, letting them skate across your features as you patched her up.
When you get to her nose, she flinches a little. “Did I--”
“No, no you’re fine. It hurts from earlier.”
“Please, stop me if that happens again.” She looked as worry crossed your face.
“I will, promise.” You kept working, being as gentle as you could.
“Hun, I need to put some stuff on your back and we’ll be done.”
She jumped off the counter, and dropped the towel. Dani had always been proud of her body, and when it came to your relationship she was never afraid to flaunt it in front of you.
She slightly turned her head, looking back at you, “Now who’s staring, Love?”
“I’m no better than the men you work with.”
She scoffed, “You’re ten times better actually. You see me for more than my body.”
“How could anyone not?” You asked.
“I love that.” You hummed as you rubbed the ointment in. “You don’t think like I do. Most men in my field would hate that, but it’s nice. You're my innocent girl. My innocent, caring, pretty girl.”
You blushed and cleared your throat. “I’m all done here. Are you hungry?” She nodded. “I’ll go make you something.” You kissed her shoulder and moved to dress yourself. “The blow dryer is in the cabinet. Just come to the kitchen when you’re done.”
“Love?” You stopped as you clasped your bra on. “I meant what I said. You're all those things to me.”
You smiled, “I know. I love you, Dani.” You felt her eyes on your chest again. “Dani,” you started to scold her.
She laughed, “Well now, I’m looking just because. Besides, you know I love your tits.” You laughed, you knew a little too well actually.
“I’m going to go cook now.” With that you threw your shirt on, grabbed the dirty laundry, and left Dani to finish getting ready.
You knew of Dani’s line of work, but she never told you explicit details. “The less you know, the better.” That was her motto when it came to you. It was rare that she ever came to you like this. She never wanted you to worry about her, especially when she was on a mission.
You instinctively went into the kitchen and made her a meal you only made on special occasions. She only liked to eat it at your place, because according to her, only you made them right. Warm ham and cheese sandwiches with a side of barley soup.
Thankfully, you made a batch of barley soup yesterday. It was fresh enough to reheat, so you put the leftovers in a pot to warm up properly and heated a skillet to grill the sandwich bread in.
Pieces of butter were melting in the skillet as Dani came out of the bathroom. She moved past you letting her hand linger on your lower back as she grabbed cups and silverware to set up in the living room, leaving two plates and bowls down for you to plate the food.
As you filled the bowls, you heard Dani flicking from channel to channel before settling on “The Nanny”. Grabbing the food, you joined her on the velvet couch. Watching silently as she dug into her food. Her head falling back at the taste of your barley soup. She hummed, “I missed this so much.” You smiled into your bowl as you tucked your legs beneath you and lost yourself in the show and Dani’s quiet company.
It was strange to have her back after so long. The last time you saw her was almost four weeks ago. She stopped by in-between missions to celebrate your birthday. You had her for forty-eight hours all to yourself. She set out to do everything you wanted for your birthday.
You guys had breakfast at a cafe you fell in love with. Curled up under a tree together while you read to her in the park. And that night you were sprawled out under her.
She had rolled off of you and you held each other through the night. Until you woke up and found flowers and a note. Promising her return and to spend more time with you.
It was bittersweet knowing she would most likely be gone in a day’s time. But you pushed those thoughts back as you admired her. Even bruised and beaten, Dani was still stunning and was able to rattle your cage of butterflies.
When the food was gone, Dani was sprawled out over your lap. Holding you down to the couch under her body. Her bruised beautiful face nuzzled against your stomach.
"Dani?" She hummed. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
She looked up at you and moved to straddle your thighs, "Depends, what do you want to know?"
"How bad was it?" You had seen the news, everyone had. Prague on fire was pretty hard to miss after all.
"I have a meeting with some higher-ups, Carmichael, and Brewer. Not sure when, but I'll have to head off to Berlin Station for the meeting, and hope for the best." Her career meant everything to her. She had given up a lot for the agency and now it was hanging in the balance.
Your hands found her hips and rubbed tiny circles there. "They'll give you a heads up?"
"Maybe."
"Will you be back?" She hesitated. Shit.
"Y/n, I have a home and you do too."
"I know that but-" She kisses you to cut you off. Her soft lips molding against yours, gradually throwing you off track.
She leaned back, "Good, now let me finish. How would you like to move to Berlin?"
You tapped her hip, and she continued, "I want to be closer to you in case anything happens. Here, we have a twelve hour distance between us. I figured it'd be better to ask you to move closer than if I could move in." She confessed.
You were awe struck by her. The proposition of moving or even her moving in could only mean a few things. You swallowed and asked, "Where is this all coming from?"
"I come back at all times of the day, when you least expect it and you never fuss or complain. You just take care of me, and we've been doing this back and forth thing for a few years now."
"Wouldn't I just be a distraction?" You asked. She shook her head no.
"I love my job, but you've been my home for so long now that I love you more. You don't have to give me an answer today. Just think about it and we'll go from there." You nodded your head and she took your face in your hands, titling your head back as she placed her lips on yours. Kissing you roughly, she bit your lip to coax your mouth open and you let her lead. Letting out a whimper as she gripped the hair on the back of your neck.
"Now, Love, I hate to break it to you, but we got dressed for no good reason."
Summary: Follow up to "A Series of Gentle Touches". More details about how this version of the reader met the duo and where they are now.
Pairing: Sierra Six/Court Gentry x F!Reader
Rating: General. Mainly fluff, shirtless Six, and a flustered reader. Honestly, fluff fest, courtesy of yours truly
A/N: I appreciate all the love for "A Series of Gentle Touches"! it has lit a fire for me to keep going and write more in general. As an important note, this won't be on my master list. I am developing a new, cleaner master list that isn't one long post. So, please bear with me on that as I am back in school full time.
Btw, this song plays a part of the story, I feel like listening to it adds on. And if you have not listened to this album, I highly recommend it :)
Rain begins to clatter against the window, when you find yourself lost in thought. The last time you interacted with Six was almost two months ago. Between you teaching again and Claire getting into a routine, your time with them slipped away as October began. You stand at the sink, washing the dishes as your mind begins to linger on the past few months.
When you first met Claire and Six, you stumbled upon them. They were moving in during the night time, but they were so quiet anyone would’ve missed them. You happened to be restless that night, so, you threw on a matching sweatsuit and grabbed your wallet and keys. Hoping to get a midnight snack to ease your mind.
You locked it from the inside and when you stepped outside your door a roll of film came to a stop at your feet. You had crouched down to pick it up, and when you looked up, he was there. Bent over in front of you with a cap on his head, clad in a tracksuit, and beautiful blue eyes staring into your own. “Sorry,” he muttered and he extended his hand to help you up. You took it and the second you were back on your feet he made some distance between you two.
“No worries, I’m y/n, by the way.” You said, offering a smile. He hummed and nodded his head. He parted his lips to speak, when she came out.
“Six, have you seen…” her voice trailed off as she looked at you and smiled. “Oh, hi.” You smiled shyly and waved to the young girl.
He cleared his throat, “Sorry for interrupting your night, y/n. We were trying not to disturb anyone.” He turned and looked at the young girl who scrunched her nose at him forcing a giggle from you. She’s pretty funny.
“No problem,” you said. “I’m heading out, but I’ll see you around.” You waved to the pair and the girl waved back and he gave you a curt nod while you waited for the elevator. You could hear a light pair of footsteps shuffle back inside. But you were nailed to the spot, while he watched you. Clearly waiting for you to leave before heading into the apartment. The elevator beeped and you rushed inside. You leaned back against the wall and exhaled a bit as questions ran through your mind. Who is the girl? She seems nice. Much nicer than the man she's with. And his name is …Six? You shook your head and hurried to make your trip as quick as possible.
Then three days later you would need help making it to the elevator. You piled up all your groceries into reusable bags, thinking you’d be able to get everything in one go. You almost didn’t. You were balancing them, catching a bag of potatoes before they could tumble, but you weren’t fast enough to catch the apples. You expected them to slam to the ground, but the sound never rang out. “Need help?”
You peered over one of the bags, Six. You chuckled slightly, “I need more help than I thought I did, huh?” He gestured towards one of the bags, and you released your grip as he took the bag from you.
He looked down at the young girl, “Claire, can you get the elevator?”
“On it,” she said, striding over to the elevator. You followed the pair and waited for the elevator to arrive. The girl looked up and smiled at you, “I’m Claire by the way.”
You smiled back and replied, “Y/n, how are you two liking it so far?”
The elevator beeped and you all piled inside, “It’s nice, but we don’t know much about the town.” She paused, pressing the button for the fourth floor, before turning back to you, “Do you know where we could find a record store?” You beamed at her excitement, and chatted the rest of the ride up about her favorite records. While he listened, only humming or nodding in response to Claire’s comments.
Once on your floor, they follow you to your door, waiting until you open your door. Once your things were settled, you turned to them. “Thanks for your help, and the company on the way up.”
Noticing how little time was left Claire blurted out, “Would you want to go to that thrift store you mentioned?” She looked up at Six, who was silently processing the question.
He looked between you two, he strengthened himself out, resting his hands on top of each other “We still have some things to figure out, can we raincheck?” he asked. You nodded.
“Absolutely, take care,” you said.
Then you think back to that last time on your couch. He was … gentle. Kind. He would smile at something you did, when he thought you weren't looking. He took care of you when you were sick and … And now this. Radio silence. You shake your head. I’m overthinking this. They're still getting their bearings. I’m working again. And, I know little about their lives before me.
Three knocks bring you out of your thoughts, then you hear, "Y/n, it's me, open up." Smiling, you drop your dish rag and hurry to the door. When you open it Claire is standing outside with books in hand and gazing up at you. "Hey, can you help me with some homework?"
"Of course, come in," you say, stepping aside to allow her in. Smiling, Claire comes in and sets down at your kitchen table.
While unloading her books she asks, “How’s teaching going?”
“Pretty good. My kids are good so far, but their seventh graders. Much like yourself, but most likely you’re more focused.” You say and quick an eyebrow before asking, “Well, you are right?”
She laughs, before responding, “Well, I’ve got a homeschool teacher and she says I’m doing alright. But I’m doing lessons on my own today.” On her own?
“Why?”
“Six is sick. Doesn’t want me or her to get whatever he’s got. We talked on the phone, went over what I should study for next time.” She’s taking her notebook out and you join her at the table.
“What do you have to do?” Looking over the papers, The Outsiders and The Westing Game. “Ah, this is a great selection. I’m teaching The Westing Game soon.”
Claire perks up, “Ms. Ashlee did say I could pick which one we do first.” Her eyes light up as she says, “You could test run the book with me.”
You pretend to think about it for a moment, before smirking and saying, “Why not.” You sit down and gesture for her to join you. You both read through the first two chapters when you start talking, it is clear Claire is more than interested.
Her face lights up as you guys start talking, “Okay, so, can we agree that Turtle is the best character in the book?” Gee, I wonder why?
Six doesn’t get sick. His body is his temple. Was his job. His way of survival and how he protects Claire. Until now anyway. He lets out a deep groan as he rolls over to check his phone.
Claire: I’m at Y/n’s. She’s helping me with my homework. We’ll come check on you soon :)
At least she’s safe and happy, he thought. And it doesn’t hurt that she’s with Y/n.
He’s filled with unfamiliar sensations that he hadn’t experienced since he was a child. It started out of nowhere three nights ago. He had a headache, but he assumed it was because he hadn’t slept for the past few days. By this morning, he became nauseous. So, not only was he worse, but he was at a loss as to how this happened.
It can’t be -- No that’s silly. There’s no way I can get anything done like this.
Claire needs to be protected, around the clock. He has to be on his toes, and yet, he was more off his game than ever. Without a second thought, he slowly rises from the bed and picks up his phone again. And called Doctor Fetzer to make a house visit. He had been helpful in checking up on Claire.
About thirty minutes later, three knocks get Six out of bed. He grunts with each heavy step towards the door before looking through the peephole. He opens the door and invites Fetzer in, “Hi, Doc.”
He nods before entering, “Hi, Mr. Foster, so, what seems to be the problem?” He follows Six into the living room, setting his bag on the coffee table.
He sighs, taking a seat on the brown couch. “Well, it started with a headache, then some loss of sleep. And now I'm nauseated. But I haven’t had any issues like this before, I don’t usually get sick.”
The doctor nods and takes out a stethoscope and thermometer. “Can you lean forward for me?” Six listens, scooting forward on the couch. “Breathe in and out slowly for me.” A moment passes, before he speaks again. “Everything seems normal here, but let’s check your temp and examine your throat for any illness.”
After about five minutes, Dr. Fetzer sits down on the couch beside Six. “So, nothing physical seems to be wrong with you. While most would associate your symptoms with a cold or another common sickness, I think that this may be more mental or emotional.” Six raises an eyebrow at that response.
Mental? Emotional? No it can’t be.
Dr. Fetzer looks down at his hands before asking, “Is there anything new? Or someone new?”
He lets his guard down, “What are you saying?”
“What’s happening could be stress, mental exhaustion, maybe even,” he pauses, choosing his words wisely. “Longing for someone or something. Either way, you need to resolve the issue. While nothing physical is wrong, the mental and emotional are just as important.”
Six nods, before standing up, “I’ll take your advice, Doc. Thanks for coming to see me.”
He stands up and shakes Six’s hand, “Take care and do call me to set up Claire’s next check in.”
“Of course, take care.” With that the Doctor leaves and Six is left with his thoughts. Head pulsing, stomach clenching as he settles back on the couch. He takes out his phone and calls Claire. She picks up on the second ring.
Her voice chirps through the phone, “Hey, feeling better?”
“A little, how’s the homework going?”
She hums, “Good, Y/n and I got a head start on one of my books for next week. Quick question, when can I come back? I know you’re not feeling well and I couldn’t turn down a game of Mario Kart with Y/n.”
His stomach clenches again and he lets out a quiet groan. Leaning forward he says, “Give me an hour. I’d rather not be -- well, as sick as I am when you come back.”
She’s silent for a moment longer before asking, “You sure you okay?”
He sighs as a smirk pulls at his lips, “Just another Thursday, Kid. Remember, one hour. Oh, Claire?”
She hums again.
“Tell Y/n I said thank you.”
She laughs and Six can tell that her signature smirk is on now, “Will do.” She hangs up and Six slumps back on the couch. The Doctor said to resolve this, so he had to think.
He and Claire have been laying low, but no signs of danger so far. Sure it had him weary, but Claire was safe and healthy. She was going to ease into the idea of going to public school, so long as they were safe.
They lost Fitz. They were healing -- together. Trying to find their footing in this new city. But, Y/n was of huge help. She had provided comfort to Claire, and admittedly, himself too. One neither of them were familiar with. Sure, Claire had a live-in nanny when she lived in Hong Kong, but she was more like a friend and caretaker than motherly to Claire.
Because of you she had a friend that wasn’t him and could get her excited about life, in general. For Six, well she- and that’s when the nausea hit again. Shit.
Six gets up, and against the will of his body, rushes to the bathroom. Groaning, he shrugs off his shirt, tossing it into his room as he goes to his personal bathroom. Stumbling over his own feet, he manages to get to the toilet and flip up the lid.
He silently heaves over the toilet. That was a reaction.
A telling reaction in the fact that. The pieces are falling into place as to what the doctor had mentioned earlier. Six has changed too, not just with Claire, but on his own. He was, as the doctor put it, longing for someone.
She had been a huge help. Not just with Claire, but with Six. He felt more human, normal almost. Especially that night you had been sick. It was natural in the way that he felt he had known you for a thousand years. His hand skimming over your forehead. The amount of tension his body held whenever you passed by him. Or how that left corner of his mouth would twitch up into a genuine, beautiful smile that’d reach his eyes, when you and Claire would dance to records in your living room before she had to go to bed.
But that night. He had given in to those feelings. Nurturing you, the way he hadn’t been taught or experienced. Like it was the air he breathed. Taking comfort in helping you, holding you during movies. The contrast of your soft skin compared to his marred skin and calloused hands. He is enamored by you so much that he’s been driven to sickness as a bodily response.
He lets out a deep sigh and slumps against the wall. Pushing his hair back, for the first time in his life, free to feel confused about his own feelings. What now?
“Oh no, you look worse than when I left you.” His eyes shot up at Claire in shock, to see her face painted with worry over him. Has it been an hour already?
He rubs his eyes, trying his best to focus, “Aren’t you supposed to be at Y/n’s?”
She slightly grits her teeth and that when he knows. Before he can have time to react you are walking into the bathroom. “Is everything -- oh sorry.” You cover your eyes and step back. Confused, Six looks at Claire. Who is pointing to chest and mouthing, “Shirt.”
Six clears his throat and turns his attention to Claire, “Hey, why don’t you go order some pizza for dinner tonight?”
Claire smiles at that, “Do you need anything else?”
He notices her smile and responds, “A moment, with Y/n, alone.” Claire is still sporting her smile as she walks out of Six’s room without so much as a glance towards Y/n. Who has her eyes covered to give Six some -- privacy. He smirks at this kink in her armor. She can teach young kids all day, but can’t handle him being shirtless. He sits up, quickly, and holds his head. But, it doesn’t.
Still shirtless, Six gets up and walks past you to his dresser. Where he can feel your eyes scanning over his back. No doubt noticing the scars there. “They don’t hurt. They're old and healed.”
Your voice is soft as you finally speak up, “You feeling better?.”
He hums in response, “Much better.” Now that you’re here. “Thank you for taking Claire earlier.” He grabs a gray shirt and shrugs it on. He’s about to turn back to you when he sputters out, “Stay for dinner?”
Your mouth hangs open for a moment and you turn to face him. Relief floods your body at him wearing a shirt, you clamp your mouth shut and push a strand of hair back. “Yeah, I’d like that. Thanks.” He nods, and for a moment, you think you notice the corner of his mouth twitch up. No, stop that.
“Claire says you two got a lot done, will you show me while we wait?” he asks. You knew he was heavily involved in Claire’s progress, but not enough to ask.
“Of course, we put everything at the table when we came in.”
He gestures towards the door with his sun painted hand, “Lead the way.”
All you can muster up is a meek okay, before walking past Six, his hand ghosting the lower half of your back, but never fully touching you. The feeling of his eyes raking over you making your cheeks tingle.
When you enter the kitchen you hear a quick shuffling sound and notice Claire on the couch. Body leaned over the arm on the opposite side of the couch, her face hidden from you and Six. The sound of a chair moving across the floor brings you back to him. His broad frame is settled behind a chair waiting for you to sit down. Your footsteps are quiet as you pad over to the wooden table. “Thank you.” Wordlessly, he pushes your chair in, and takes the seat beside you.
You flip open Claire’s notebook and your copy of The Westing Game. “So, we talked about the mystery genre, worked on the first three chapters, and started clue gathering.”
He smiles at that last bit, so much that it reaches his eyes. And for once, he’s the one asking questions. For the next forty minutes you fill Six in on the wonders of The Westing Game and, well, fuck. He is completely entranced by everything you’re saying. He leans in every few minutes, closer, and closer to you. Being less glib, holding his side of the conversation, engaging with the text. And that sun painted hand, just maneuvers across the table each time you get ready to turn the page, always just grazing your fingers, never touching.
You’re both resting on your forearms, turned towards each other, as you talk about some of the character’s. He sighs, “Grace, ugh where do I start?” You let out a chuckle, and wave a hand for him to continue. “I have worked for some miserable people, Y/n.”
You lean in, a twinkle in your eye, “Please, count the ways.” He cocks an eyebrow up at that, but the knock on the door pulls him away. He grunts slightly, and pats your hand as he gets up to answer the door.
Claire is on the couch reading her copy of the book. Glancing over at you and Six. Smiling every so often at the closeness and the happiness on Six’s face. It was the first time she saw anything like it on him. Normally, he would keep someone like Y/n at a distance, but he was different. Maybe -- She smiles, he’s got the love bug.
“Claire, Y/n, pizza’s here.” Six calls. Claire sticks her bookmark in and hurries to make her plate. “What’s the rush, Claire?”
“I want to finish this book, and I don’t see myself doing so out here,” she explains in a taunting tone. You gasp and turn to the girl.
“Are you saying we’re disruptive?”
There’s a glimmer in her eye as she says, “In fact, I am.”
Six scoffs at that. “Says the girl with the record player.”
“Calm down, gum chewer, and don’t pretend you don’t hum along every now and then.”
You hum, “Please tell me more.”
Claire laughs, “He won’t say it, but I’m certain he loves Imagine Dragons. Alright, I’m in my room.” She tucks her book under her arm and takes the plate and glass of water to her room.
You turn to Six and laugh, “The nerve of that one.”
He playfully rolls his eyes, “Unbelievable that kid. I was going to cut on a film and eat. Do you want to join me?”
Maybe- “I’d like that, what movie?” His mouth twitches again. Did I see that right?
He hums for a moment, thinking while making you a plate. “I don’t really have any ideas. I uh- I didn’t grow up watching many films. Any ideas?”
“How do you feel about classic films?” You turn your body towards him as he fills up your favorite mug with water. The water lily mug. Claire insisted on keeping for when you watched over her at their place. He remembered? It was a beautiful blue, with a light green curved handle. Inside was a water lily in the center of the mug.
“Are there any with Bogart?” he questions as he walks to the living room balancing the two mugs and singular plate.
You join him on the small couch, sparing him some space. You think you know what’s going on, but it’d be easier to let him fill in the gaps. Picking up the remote, you flip through the guide for TCM and find one. “You’re in luck. “The Big Sleep” is about to come on.” Grinning, you turn to him, “So, why Bogart?”
He picks up his mug, shrugging his shoulders slightly, “I relate to him, his characters anyway.”
You pick up your mug and adjust so you’re facing him, “How so?”
He chuckles a bit, “I’m a bit of a fixer. All his characters seem to help others before they help themselves.”
You try to give him a small smile, “Even in life, love?”
He nods his head, “Even then.”
“It’s a good thing you have Claie then, even Bogart wasn’t lucky enough to have a plucky sidekick.”
He chuckles and nods, “You got me there. What about you?”
“I can’t relate to Lauren’s character at all. I mean, I have my kids at school and they make me want to come in for work everyday. I live away from my family. My mom is a single parent, and my sister is in college. I have no kids of my own.” And no one to come home to. “But I’m not half as feisty as this character is.” You chuckle out.
The tv rings out with the opening theme of the movie, causing you and Six to adjust your attention. Once the film gets going, you dig into the lukewarm pizza until it’s gone, slowly burrowing yourself further into the couch.
As the movie goes on, you cast small glances over at Six. He’s moved a bit closer since the movie started. He seems better than when you first came over. You nudge him, and he hums, shifting his eyes between you and the screen. You whisper, “Are you feeling better?’
“Much, thanks for asking.” He looks at you and winks. You simply nod your head and let out a little cough as you turn back to the movie. He didn’t hear the squeak you almost let out at that and rub your arms. Get it together, Y/n. It’s just him. “Are you cold?” Not wanting to make him notice your reaction, you nod. Wordlessly, he walks over to the kitchen with your dishes from earlier.
A moment later, he’s back to you with a soft knit sweater, holding it out to you. It’s army green, with multicolored boxes, and smells of , well, you can’t put your finger on it at first.
“Thanks,” you mumble. He sits back down, closer this time making the previous gap nonexistent as he knee sways back and forth towards your own. You’re watching the movie - fuk it. Spontaneously, you snuggle your head in his shoulder, just like you did months ago. He slightly flinches and stops swaying his knee at the sudden action. Slowly, he resumes swaying his knee, and rests his hand on yours as you lean into him. He tilts his head up, the scruff of his bread lightly brushing your hair as he allows you to bury yourself deeper into his touch.
The swirling in your stomach from all that time ago returns in full force. Almost affirming that night. Almost. The man is so glib that having him verbally confirm something would be more than helpful. But, right now, you guys are in the final scenes of the movie. And watching Bacall and Bogart sends a lightness through your chest that can only be described as a sense of longing for something like love.
While the credits roll, you stay tucked in the crook of Six’s neck. And for a few moments, you can feel his eyes flick between you and the screen. And he lets out a low hum, as if to communicate how content he is in this moment and maybe he’ll find the words, but first -- “Thanks for this, Y/n.”
You move your head to look at him, “Of course, you’re not feeling sick though?”
He shakes his head, knocking a few strands of dirty blonde hair loose, “No.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what was wrong?”
He grunts, “I uh, hadn’t been eating or sleeping. Caused some nausea and headaches on my part, but really, I’m better.”
You chuckle. “Of course, I mean it could be worse. You could have been love sick,” you joke. He nods his head, and the wheels seem to be turning. “We didn’t make much of a mess this time, but I have to do the dishes.” You lean forward to let him move.
“You wash, I’ll dry?” You offer. He nods his head and leads the way back to the kitchen. You push up the long sleeves of the sweater, putting away the previous dishes from earlier in the day. You both work in silence. The sound of the water filling the sink and the light clatter of dishes filling the room as you think. Does he feel what I feel? And -- more importantly -- was he love sick? Was that even possible for someone like him?
You didn’t know, but it was and it was so much more than you thought or knew for that fact. The sound of light piano sounds and dull voice slowly stream out from the back of the apartment. Claire’s playing her records again. You grin, thankful for a little music to your evening. You join Six at the sink, and start rinsing the dishes. Taking them from his painted, calloused hands into your own.
As you're drying the dishes, your elbows slightly brushing Six’s, you hear Claire’s record player as it begins growing in volume, the lead voice and backing vocals becoming clearer. And in a moment, he’s humming along with the song. He doesn’t break his stride, it’s clearly a favorite. A smile rises upon your face as you watch him, suddenly he looks at you as he hums. And he smiles for the first time, while holding eye contact. You smile back, biting your lip as you break eye contact. The words become clearer.
So take my word, I promise you, I’ll come through
The humming has stopped, Six puts his hand on your shoulder. Turning you towards him, his hands out, hand open for yours. You push the sleeves of the sweater back down and take his hands. He wraps his arms around you and starts humming again as the song picks up and sways you with him in a tiny circle.
Do, pray, tell. Of beauty that inspires you. It’s something of a miracle, when you do what you do. Give me faith again. I’ll follow you blindly. Pray you don;t deceive me.
You take a deep breath and close the gap between you as the song intensifies with meaning. Bringing you and Six closer in this moment, burrowing your way into his arms as his hands grip you tighter.
I promise you, I’ll come through. I’m your continual truth.
Six reaches down, and gently pulls you from the comfort of his chest. His eyes searching your own as you look at him. He brings one his hands up to cup your face, running a thumb across your cheek as his bright blue orbs flick between your eyes and your lips. "May I?"
You push up on your toes to meet him halfway as his hand cradles your face. His lips leading yours in a slow rhythm, that could knock you off your feet. You move your hands to wrap around his neck, when he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. "Dove, I've been sick about you.”
As usual, let me know what you think. And any feedback is helpful, especially with dividers and how some stuff comes off.
Another reminder, my master list, will be deleted in the next week or so. There will be a new one. If you saved it, I may tag you in a new post letting you know that the new one is up. But only those who have it saved as of today (9/19/22). Also, my tag list is still open, the link is in my bio :)
As a heads up, my master list, will be deleted in the next week or so. the one I have now is helpful, but it's messy, I don't like it.
So, there will be a new one. If you saved it, I may tag you in a new post letting you know that the new one is up. But only those who have it saved as of 9/18/22 Also, my tag list is still open :)
P.S, there will be new HCs and Drabbles to introduce new characters. And a full length Sierra Six Imagine following the events of "A Series of Gentle Touches", real soon, and day now really.
Full disclosure. I will be looking for a sweater similar to this for Fall. There's something about having a piece of clothing connected to a comfort film/show that just lifts my mood. But if anyone has any recs drop them 👀👀
