#I haven’t finished chapter 8 yet but I’m close to the end and I just

[yaboy-miz]

…ok I see why people ship shadow milk with pure vanilla now

[ladykailitha]

A Love For Christmas Part 4

Just moving right along! We have hit the halfway point! And I've got 6/8 chapters done! And with any luck the whole story will be finished by the end of the week, allowing me to go back to writing the other stories full time.

Tomorrow I will be releasing "The Last Dragon Slayer" So that should be fun. And WIP Wednesday will be a little different, too. Here's the link to the full explanation for that! Come join the chaos!

In this we have more trauma dumping from Steve and I had too much fun naming the horses.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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The next task I chose for the dear little elf I thought would be easier on them. After all just because they had trouble with people and wanting things to be perfect, surely they must be good with animals.

Surely.

Surely not as it turned out.

I had just come from my workroom where I had been meticulously going through my list as new kids made the list and others would swap lists, when I noticed that door to the reindeer stables was flung wide open and multiple reindeer were milling about the field, moving only when the elf drew near, to run away.

But once the reindeer spotted me, they trotted peacefully into the stable and the elf sank to the ground with a choked off sob.

“I was brushing Donner when Vixen managed to open the lock to her to stall,” the little elf wailed. “So I rushed to grab her, but that was when Donner decided she wanted to be free too and bolted. And...”

“And in your rush to catch those two,” I said with a sigh,” the others made their escape.

The elf nodded sadly. “I’m just no good at this.”

I got down on one knee and lifted their chin slowly. “No good at what, little one?”

They swiped at their eyes with the back of their hand and hiccuped another sob. “Being an elf. I’m like that stupid dentist in that really creepy kids movie from 1960s.”

I chuckled. “Even if you were, it just means you haven’t found your vocation yet. We’ll get there.”

The elf nodded slowly and I helped them to their feet.

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Steve felt dread settle in the pit of his stomach as he drove out to the Sinclair farm. He hadn’t seen a single deer, much less a reindeer as he drove the narrow pass up to the house. Nope. So far only horses. Lots and lots of horses.

A whole herd of the skittish, four-legged tanks on fragile sticks they called legs.

He was tempted to just back up out of the road, turn tail and call in sick or something. Because this was not going to go well.

At all.

But as he was slowing to a stop to do just that, someone pulled in behind him. Cursing up a storm and berating himself for this, he sped back up again, not stopping until he pulled up along side a 1974 Ford F150.

As Steve got out he realized the other driver was Claudia Henderson with a ragtag group of teenagers in tow. And it looked as though she had almost the whole set.

“Where’s Max?” he asked about the missing member as Will, Mike, Dustin, and Ellie all piled out of Claudia’s car.

“She got here earlier,” Mike said with a whine. “Perks of having a boyfriend whose dad owns horses.”

Steve gulped and nodded.

Just then Eddie’s van pulled up and Steve relaxed a little, not really wanting to reason why he thought that. Somethings were better left alone until 3am on a random Saturday three sheets to the wind drunk.

Eddie got out of his van with a cute little hop and slammed the door behind him. He came bounding up to Steve with the perfect dimpled smile and said, “Hey! You beat me here. I thought for sure I would be the first to arrive!”

“You’re literally last, dude,” Dustin said rolling his eyes. “My mom made thermoses of hot chocolate for everyone.”

Everyone mobbed Claudia for their hot chocolate when Max and Lucas came out of the house, a man following close behind, Steve assumed was Mr. Sinclair.

“Great!” Mr. Sinclair said with a bright smile. “It looks like everyone is here. I have my daughter Erica and Robin out hooking up the horses to the sleigh. So if everyone will follow me.”

Steve started picking at the skin on his nails as he trailed behind. Intrusive thoughts spiraled around in his head with every step he took.

“Hey,” Eddie said softly. “You okay? You look a little green.”

Steve ducked his head sheepishly. “I didn’t realize it was going to be horses. The one sleigh ride I’ve been on it was reindeer.”

“You have a problem with horses?” Eddie asked tilting his head to the side. He looked around at the all the horses milling around in various paddocks.

“When I was eight my mom wanted to learn horseback riding because she was a polo champion when she was in college,” Steve explained licking his lips nervously. “It didn’t go well. The horse was supposed to be even tempered and great with kids.”

“I’m guessing not so much?” Eddie asked gently.

“Went off on a tear,” Steve mumbled, “and then started trying to buck me off, but foot was caught in the stirrup so I was shaken around like a ragdoll until someone could calm the horse enough to let me down.”

Eddie let out a low whistle. “Damn, I’m sorry. Well, at least it isn’t Christmas related trauma. Because seriously, dude you have a lot of that.”

Steve looked him dead in the eye and said in all seriousness. “The horse’s name was Noël.”

“Shit, really?” he asked with a grimace. Steve nodded grimly. “I think Christmas might be cursed for you. Sorry.”

Then Eddie took Steve’s hand in his and Steve looked up at him in awe. “You’re going to in the back of the sleigh with everyone else, but you get nervous, just give my hand a squeeze, okay?”

Steve nodded and they walked all the way to the barn hand in hand.

They had barely reached the barn when the doors burst open and one of the horses flew past them, causing them to leap back to avoid being trampled. Then another came dashing out, and what happened next would live in Steve’s dreams for a very long time.

Eddie grabbed the bridle of the second horse and hauled himself up on it’s back, instantly calming the animal. Then he urged the horse forward into a gallop, chasing down the other horse. Once they were neck and neck, Eddie reached out and grabbed the bridle of the other horse and brought them both to a stand still.

Robin came running up to Steve just as Eddie managed to catch up to the other horse and get it to slow down.

“That was hot,” Steve said, never taking his eyes off of the other man. “Please tell me you saw how hot that was.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “I’m a lesbian, I can’t comment on his hotness. Sorry, not sorry.”

Steve turned to her with his eyes wide. “Well, speaking as someone who is into both. Trust me that was very hot.”

Eddie trotted back up to the barn, cheeks rosy from the exertion and the cold, biggest grin on his face. He stopped in front of Robin and Erica, who had also come out of the barn looking sheepish.

“Erica Jean,” Mr. Sinclair admonished her, both hands on his hips. “What are Fili and Kili doing out? I told you to get out Merry, Pippin, Samwise, and Frodo.”

Steve giggled at the names and Eddie gave him a surprised kind of smile when he realized he recognized the names of the horses.

“Fili conspired with Kili to escape,” Erica huffed mirroring her dad’s pose. “They weren’t anywhere near were we were harnessing Pippin and Samwise, but Kili managed to lift the latch on Fili’s stall and the little bastard did the same for his brother.”

Mr. Sinclair sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll make sure to get a couple of padlocks to keep the little escape artists from getting out.” He turned to Eddie. “Would you mind holding onto them until we get the other horses setup in front of the sleigh?”

Eddie grinned. “Sure thing, boss.”

“I didn’t know you knew how to ride,” Dustin said, staring up at Eddie like he was some kind of superhero and he wasn’t the only one. Most of the kids were doing the same thing. The only ones that weren’t were the Sinclairs.

“My grandma had horses when I was growing up,” he said with a sheepish grin. “But I haven’t been on a horse in almost a decade, so um... don’t try that at home. It could have ended very badly for me. I did it without thinking.”

Mr. Sinclair chuckled. “It was probably a good thing, actually. Had you thought about it, you probably would have mistimed the jump. You did good, son.”

He walked into the stable and motioned for Robin and Erica to follow him, Lucas trailing behind.

Eddie gathered up the halters and slid off the horse. He started patting the other’s nose as Steve crept closer. Eddie spotted him and hid his smile in the mane of the horse he had been riding.

“These aren’t the horses that will be pulling the sleigh?” Steve asked when he was close enough for Eddie to hear him.

Eddie shook his head. “These are riding horses and aren’t really suited to pulling sleighs. They can be used like that in a pinch, but when you see the other horses you’ll know what I mean.”

Steve inched forward a little bit more. “They won’t hurt me?”

“I promise,” Eddie murmured. He held out his hand and Steve took it gingerly. He brought Steve’s hand to touch the horse’s nose. The horse snorted but stayed still under Steve’s touch.

Steve giggled. “He’s so warm.” He let Eddie use his hand to stroke the horse’s nose. “Who’s a good boy?”

Eddie pointed over Steve’s shoulder. “Those are the horses that will be pulling the sleigh.”

Steve turned around to Erica, Lucas, Mr. Sinclair, and Robin all came out each with a massive horse.

“Big boys,” he muttered as his eyes continued to move up and up. “They could step on me and they wouldn’t even notice, you’d have to scrape me off their shoe.”

Eddie chuckled. “Probably, but they are unflappable. Come on,” he said, tugging the two idiots forward. “Let me put these two away and I’ll have Robin introduce you to the draft horses.”

Steve nodded nervously.

Eddie whispered something to Robin as he passed and she nodded. She came up to Steve and handed him an apple.

“They’re sweet boys,” she said gently, “but you really want to win their hearts? Apples. Keep your hand flat and let them munch away.”

Steve walked up to the horses and stopped in front of the closest one.

“That’s Sam,” she said, “he loves apples.”

Steve held up his hand and let Sam take the apple. Sam happily munched away and then sniffed around Steve for other apples. Robin pushed his head out of Steve’s space with a laugh.

“You greedy guts,” she said brightly, pulling out another apple. “Can’t have just the one.”

Sam huffed his agreement and munched away at her apple too. “Horses are better than reindeer,” she muttered darkly.

“That hasn’t been my experience,” he said rolling his eyes as he pet Sam’s nose.

“Yeah?”

Steve told her what he told Eddie and she nodded. “Yeah, that sounds rough. I do these type of gigs every year and there is always a reindeer or two who thinks being an ass is more fun.”

He chuckled at her animal joke and she grinned back at him.

“Yeah,” she declared, “you’re sitting next to me on this ride.”

Steve smiled at her. “I’d like that.”

Of course that meant that he sat between Eddie and her, but that was okay.

As they were getting settled on the sleigh he noticed Eddie slapping his neck and looking around.

“You okay?” he asked as the sleigh jerked forward.

Eddie’s lips were pursed to together. “Yeah. I’m fine.” He bumped their shoulders together. “I promise.”

The horses led them through the town and forests and every gasped and pointed at the lights strung up along the way, drinking Claudia’s hot chocolate and listening Charles Sinclair’s, as Steve found out his first name, stories about the town and the different places they were going through.

They stopped at Lover’s Lake and there was Mrs. Sinclair with buttered scones and hot apple cider. As they ate their fill and watched the moon on the lake, Eddie bumped shoulders with Steve.

“You still afraid of horses?”

He thought about it for a moment and then shook his head. “I don’t know what happened that day, but I learned that everyone can have bad days. So, thank you.”

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[weird-tree-girl]

Us and Them

(Pt.2)

Caesar x OC human reader

-images are not mine-

Warnings : Loneliness, inter-species relationship, language, angst/depressing topics, slight gamophobia, more?

Summarize : Clover is a misfit woman in her early/mid twenties, thriving in the Muir woods in a post-apocalyptic world along side her companion ‘Woofer’ -a large brown wolf she rescued as a pup from an old hunting snare- survive day to day in her shelter deep in the woods, building the life she always dreamt of for herself. However, the Muir woods don’t belong entirely to Clover, and these neighbours can’t avoid each other forever.

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(A visual for Woofers size, leaning more towards 3.3FT height and 7FT length. Clover is 5”8)

Chapter 2 : Word of mouth.

2 years have passed since I decided to renovate the shelter I came across at the end of my long journey on the road.

Woofer is still with me. In fact, he’s grown quite a lot actually. I honestly don’t think wolves typically grow this big, he kind of reminds me of Dire wolves, although they’re long extinct, Woofers just supersized I guess, I remember reading a book as a kid that talked about supersized animals. He could honestly carry me if it really came down to it.

Over the past 2 years, I mostly spent the entire time renovating the shelter and also travelling to the closest abandoned city and back often, looking for supplies that I could use in my shelter and to help repair it.

I’ve also been figuring out and familiarizing myself with the layout and land around my shelter, such as seeing what type of foods I can forage, the best areas to catch fish, if there are any game around that Woofer can hunt, etc.

I still have yet to travel more than a day up into the mountains from where I live now, I wanted to finish my shelter before I decide to explore the entire Muir woods.

I’ve been in my part of the woods for 2 years now, and I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in here.

Obviously there are other animals besides Woofer and I but what I mean is, someone else definitely lives somewhere in these woods.

I can usually see the faint glow of fire up in the mountains at night, and I can sometimes hear screaming or screeching- which scares the hell out of me.

Now that I’m practically finished with renovations for my shelter, at least the stuff that needed to get done immediately like fixing the roof and making the interiors livable, I can start to enjoy living here.

(The shelter so far, has 3 layers)

(Little river in front of the shelter)

(Kitchen area where she stores food, bottom floor in shelter)

(Main living space, middle floor in shelter, bed area is top floor in shelter. Scribbled-out area is the bookshelf in next pic)

(Where she keeps her books, she collects them on runs)

(Outside of her shelter where she cooks food)

After spending the morning reading an old book on the couch, I close it and place it back on the shelf.

“If I had known that the world was ending, I would’ve brought better books.”

I pack a bag with enough food and equipment to last me a couple of days and sling a bag of arrows over my shoulder and pick up my bow as I head out of my shelter and into the Muir woods.

Woofer still hasn’t come back from hunting. He’s sometimes gone for a day or two, to say I’m worried is a serious understatement.

He could hold his own against a bear if he came across one, and if he ran into some people out hunting for food he would scare the holy hell out of them.

But we haven’t come across any other people since before arriving to the Muir woods.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’m not lonely, living this way, because I’ve given up expecting that loneliness can be blotted out by anyone else. My loneliness is my own cherished possession and probably my only one.

As I make my way deeper into the woods and up the mountains, I relish in the quietness around me.

“It is so quiet out here, it is the quietest place in the world.” I say, continuing on.

A few hours pass as I walk into the uncharted parts Muir woods, I keep in mind that I have neighbours somewhere in here that I know nothing about.

I decide to stop on a large rock and eat some dried fish and drink water.

While eating I notice my boots, they’re pretty old. I’ve had them for a handful of years now and as one could tell by now, I walk around a LOT.

They’re basically at the ends of their life, if I push just enough with my toes on my right shoe, they lift the shoe up off the soul and you can see my sock.

These won’t do in the coming winter, but luckily by my calculations, it’s about early to mid summer, I have some time to head into the abandoned city and look for something.

As I chew on my fish jerky, I hear a loud..roar? I’m not sure what else to call it. It wasn’t like a bear or mountain lion, and definitely not Woofer. It was like, a man, but also not. God, I hope not.

Whatever it was, it got me upright on my feet, grabbing my shit and hauling ass out of there.

I’m confident as hell when it comes to protecting myself. I’ve just about mastered taekwondo and Krav Maga, although I learned these back from before and have been practicing since then. I’ve also mastered long range weapons like the bow n arrow, slingshot, and guns, but I haven’t used a gun of any sort since the beginning of the end of the world.

I’ve mastered the bō staff too. I came across one during my journeys on the road. However, for the first year or so that I had it, I used it mostly as a walking stick and as a means to help me cross/get over things, before I found a book that explained the art of the bō staff.

But seriously, what the hell was that?

Before I could move very far from the rock I sat on, I heard the unmistakable sounds of a heard of deer or something running somewhere to the left of me, a decent distance away, luckily for me.

They didn’t sound like they were getting any closer to me, thank god, but once I thought I had calmed down some, in the distance I swear I could make out dark figures jumping through the trees.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on in the most wonderful way” I half-heartedly laugh out.

Rubbing the space between my eyes, my curiosity got the better of me and I found myself pulling an arrow out from behind my back and readying it on my bow as I started to make my way towards wherever the figures in the trees were heading, ensuring that I stayed well behind them.

After trailing behind them for a while, I saw a a figure walking on the ground, and after getting a more clear look, I realized that this was a chimpanzee.

“No way..” I mutter to myself, making sure not to be heard.

All along this where the apes went? I guess it makes sense, it’s not very far from the Golden Gate Bridge.

I tighten my grip on my bow as I stay put watching the ape, when another one comes into view.

This one was bigger and looked older than the one I originally saw alone. Something about this bigger chimpanzee was.. alluring? Like, something deeper, something more to them than meets the eye.

The older ape touches a tree with mark on it. Hold on those marks-

Before I could fully process even gawking at the apes in front of me, a grizzly bear lunges out of hiding and attacks the smaller ape, leaving some nasty scratches along its chest and face.

The older ape jumps in front of the younger ape, holding its chest up and letting out a roar of sorts to intimidate the bear, but the bear roars back twice as loud.

To be honest, I thought about helping the apes, but against a grizzly bear? I only have my bow on me, and I don’t even know these apes, for all I know they could see me as just as much of a threat as the bear.

I get pulled out of my thoughts when the older ape lets out a loud call, to me it seemed like they were trying to get help, this made me feel rather guilty.

Not even a moment later, another chimpanzee jumps into view, spear in hand, and plunges it deep into the bears back.

After a moment of silence and anticipation, the new ape climbs on top of the bear to ensure it was dead, and checks on its companions.

They all seemed alright, other than the scratches the younger ape received, but they weren’t life threatening from what I could tell.

What happened next absolutely blew me out of the water and I almost gave my location away. The alluring one signed the words ‘thank you.’ To the new ape that just saved their lives.

“Sign language??” I mutter a little louder than I meant to.

There’s just no way, how could they communicate in a way like that?

But to my horror, I was heard.

The 3 chimps faced my direction. I didn’t dare move, hoping I could still get out of this, they partially heard me but they haven’t seen me yet.

From what I remember hearing on the news, these apes mostly escaped from testing labs, which means that there’s a high probability that in this situation, they would kill a human on sight.

I could try explaining that I’ve always been against animal testing, but that would probably fall on deaf ears.

After what felt like hours, the trees above the 3 apes fills with even more apes.

They start to hoot and sign to the apes below, from what I could make out, they were asking what happened and if they’re alright.

I understand sign language from before, one of the only friends I had in school was mostly deaf and I learned a lot of sign for them.

The alluring one signs to them, reassuring them, then faces back in my general direction. I’m not off the hook yet it seems.

The chimp that took out the grizzly hoots rather aggressively and picks their spear back up and throws it in my direction.

“Idiot!” I thought, they’re apes, they could probably smell a human from a mile away, of course they know I’m here!

The spear misses me by a couple of feet, I stumble back out of the bushes, landing on my bottom.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

I stand and take off in the other direction through the trees.

There’s just no way I’ll outrun so many apes. But I have to try.

The screeching and hooting of the apes behind me is deafening.

While running, my shoulder slams hard into the trunk of a tree, not enough to dislocate luckily. I continue to run.

I realize while running that I can’t lead them back to my shelter, even if it’s hours away from where I am right now, so I change my direction slightly, enough where I’m no longer going the right way to my shelter.

But of course, just like anyone who is running for their life in a situation like mine, my foot got caught in the looped root of a tree, sending me tumbling harshly to the ground.

I tumble for a moment and my back slams into the trunk of a large tree, knocking the wind out of me.

Vision blurry and gasping for air, I begin attempting to collect myself, preparing for the apes to get to me.

Not long after my fall, the apes begging to surround me.

In one liquid motion, I pull an arrow from my back and flip over off my stomach, pressing my back against the tree trunk and pulling the arrow back with my bow, breathing heavily.

The apes above continue hooting, but I’m not even trying to pay attention to what they could be signing.

An ape begins to approach me, walking on 2 legs. It’s the alluring one.

They stand on a tree stump maybe 15-20 feet from me, taking note of my readied bow and arrow.

The ape frowns at me, locks eyes with me and holds up their hand. The apes in the trees above us become silent.

“Lower.. the weapon.”

The ape in front of me says in a deep voice that I could feel rumble through my chest.

My eyes widen and my breath gets caught in my throat.

Did he just.. fucking talk??

After a minute of gaping at him like a fish out of water, I compose myself once again.

“You… you attacked me first.” I say finally, the words not feeling like my own.

The ape just continues to stare me, narrowing his eyes more if that was even possible.

“Lower.. the.. weapon.” He repeats himself, this time slightly louder.

I press my lips into a straight line, debating on what I should do next.

I sigh quietly, and begin lowering my bow, releasing my grip on the arrow and letting it fall softly between my feet.

The apes expression softens by a fraction of a fraction, to the point where I could honestly be making it up in hopes that he’ll just let me go.

He looks as if he’s about to say something again, but the older ape from before comes to his side and begins signing to him. Getting a better look at him up close, he looks like he’s been through the wringer one or twice.

While he signs frantically, I can make out “get rid of her” and “others” and “nothing but trouble!”

He signs again and my veins turn to ice.

“We must kill her!”

My grip on my bow handle tightens but I don’t point it up just yet, I don’t want to risk starting something.

The ape that spoke to me frowns at the older ape and huffs.

“No.” Was all he said and waves the older ape off.

The older ape looks pretty pissed and turns to look at me, baring his fangs and turns to leave.

My grip on my bow handle loosens slightly. I look back at the talking ape. He meets my eyes once again and seems to notice the fear in my eyes which had mostly left before the older ape came up to him.

‘You understand?’ He signed to me.

I nod, not taking my eyes off of his.

I thought about asking how the hell they are able to speak, let alone sign, but decided against it. Today is already just about as weird as I can handle. I am not asking any more questions.

As if he could hear my inner dialogue, he starts to speak once more, but is cut off when the sound of a large animal moving at a fast pace grows closer to us.

The apes start to hoot and chatter, signing about there being another bear. The ape in front of me stands taller and looks around.

Through the trees, a giant dark mass runs closer until it jumps into view, standing in front of me, growling aggressively and baring its fangs at the apes.

Feeling like 5 pounds was lifted off my face, I exhale with an anxious smile.

“Woofer!”

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Chapter 2 of Us and them, done! I hope you’re all enjoying the series so far as much as I am, I’d love to hear anyone’s feedback or thoughts/hopes for this series!

See you in chapter 3!

[bookwormscififan]

The Chaos Files, Chapter 10

Read on AO3!

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

A/N: Just realised I haven't really updated this in a while, so I decided to reread through the last chapter to figure out where the story's going.

Warnings: Smut. There's like a liiiittle bit of plot at the end, but mostly it's just some Jackie worshipping Phantom.

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He had to admit, letting Jackie explore at his own pace was a whole new kind of rush.

Laid out over the kitchen counter with his hands by his head, legs spread to accommodate Jackie between them, Phantom stared at the ceiling with lust-blown eyes, panting as Jackie continued to map out his body with his mouth.

He paid special attention to Phantom’s nipples and hips, biting gently before soothing with his tongue, hands tracing patterns into the quickly reddening skin. Occasionally he’d slip his thumbs under the waistband of Phantom’s pants, teasing the idea of tugging them down, only to move his hands away and smirk against his skin at Phantom’s groan.

“Patience, darling,” he whispered, hands on Phantom’s hips pulling him close to grind against him before leaning away, pressing his fangs against Phantom’s claim mark. “I haven’t finished committing you to memory yet.” At the hitch in Phantom’s breath, he sank his fangs in, swallowing down a mouthful of blood before moving away to drag bloodstained lips over his chest as he mapped a path toward the waistband of his pants.

“P-please, Jackie,” Phantom pleaded, moving one hand to card through Jackie’s hair, only to moan as the elder vampire pinned it back to the counter with a growl. “Please.” Keeping eye contact with Jackie, he shifted one hand to tug his own hair as he rested the other on his bottom lip, curling his fingers slightly to adopt a helpless look.

“God, babe, look at you,” Jackie breathed, slowly pulling Phantom’s pants and boxers off as he stared at the expanse of skin on display before him. “You’re… beautiful.” Slotting himself back between Phantom’s thighs, he leaned down to nip at his chest.

Unable to resist Phantom’s whines for longer, Jackie slid a hand down to palm at his cock, smirking at the way the younger jumped from the contact before bucking his hips up to rock against his hand. With his free hand, he traced the line of Phantom’s side until he could entwine their fingers, leaning down to kiss him and bite at his bottom lip.

“J-Jackie…” Phantom’s plea was a high-pitched whine when Jackie pulled away completely, looking at him with helpless eyes before registering that Jackie was fumbling to get his own pants undone and off. “Jackie!” he whined, having been pushed back down when he tried to help out.

“Fuck, Phan, I could eat you,” Jackie panted, running his hands along Phantom’s thighs before leaning down to lap at the tip of his cock. His hands snapped to Phantom’s hips, pinning him down as he tried to buck into his mouth. Kneading the flesh there, Jackie hummed, taking more of his claim into his mouth and bobbing his head, listening to Phantom moan at the sensations.

He kept his hands by his head, but Phantom felt like he was losing his mind as Jackie suckled and licked at his cock, seeming determined to tip him over the edge with just his mouth. The faint scrape of Jackie’s fangs against his most sensitive area was just enough, and he practically screamed as he came, toes curling when Jackie swallowed everything before pulling off.

“J-Jackie,” he panted, wrapping his arms around Jackie’s neck when he was lifted, nuzzling against his claim mark as he got carried upstairs to bed.

“I’m not done showing you how much I love you,” Jackie whispered, laying Phantom in bed and crawling over him, stealing a couple chaste kisses before slipping a hand under the pillows, using his other hand to tangle their fingers together. “You finished before I could even start anything good.” Coating his fingers, he leaned down to lap at Phantom’s as he slid a finger into his hole.

Phantom writhed and moaned as Jackie stretched him, clawing at the blankets and gasping when the elder vampire slowly pushed into him, waiting until he caught his breath before starting to thrust. “Jackie…” he groaned, lifting his arms to hold Jackie’s shoulders and whining when they were pinned down again.

“Keep. Them. There. Darling,” Jackie ordered, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust and a teasing bite at his neck. “God, I want to be so gentle, but I can’t hold back when I’m inside you,” he panted, resting his forehead on Phantom’s collarbone, breath coming out in hot puffs against his skin.

“T-Then don’t,” Phantom huffed, hands twitching above his head in attempts to free themselves from Jackie’s grip, whining when all he got was a deep roll of his hips that made him see stars. “Let me feel you lose control.”

He knew those words would get to Jackie, theory proven correct when Jackie growled before gripping his hip tight and pounding into him with such force he felt his head hit the bedframe as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Jackie’s lips returned to Phantom’s neck, biting a necklace of red marks around it before latching to his claim mark again, sinking his fangs in and drinking as if he’d been starved for a century. The hand pinning Phantom’s own above his head slipped slightly as he lost himself in the taste of his claim, and he groaned into the bite as he came, filling Phantom and shivering when the younger came between them.

“God,” Phantom panted as Jackie pulled out, laying boneless on the bed as he stared at the ceiling. “What did I do to deserve you?”

When he was met with silence, Phantom turned his head to look around, feeling a small panic rising in his chest before catching sight of Jackie, stark naked and dampening a towel in the bathroom. With a sigh and a breathless chuckle, he dropped his head back down, laying an arm over his eyes as he bit back his own self-deprecating thoughts.

“Phan.” Jackie’s voice was still rough from arousal, mouth clear of blood as he cleaned Phantom gently. “I do hope you know that if there’s ever a time that I can’t provide for you or protect you, it’ll be because I died trying to keep you happy.”

“God, Jackie,” Phantom scoffed, pulling Jackie into a kiss before tugging him into the bed, rolling over so he was laying on top of him. “I never want you to be so depressing after sex again, alright? You are my claim, and I want nothing more than to be with you forever. I want to celebrate us, forge a bond stronger than what I have with Mare, so that I can’t live a day without you near me.” Leaning down to kiss Jackie again, Phantom laid his head on his chest, listening to his calm breathing and letting it lull him to sleep.

Jackie stayed awake for a while longer, staring at the ceiling as he combed through Phantom’s hair with his fingers. Was it possible to have a bond with a claim like that? If so, what were the consequences? Phantom’s hands on his stomach were warm and soft, just barely clutching at him in his sleep, and suddenly all of Jackie’s energy left him, falling asleep with questions still circling his mind.

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@iamvegorott @brokentimewatch @rattyboyisemo @dungeon-dragons-dragons

[dia-souls]

🥀 Subayui fanfic 🥀

Pairing: Subaru🗡️ and Yui 🌸

Author: Admin Ava

Genre: Funny, Sweet themes, Happy ending

Chapter: 3

Admin's note: ⚠️ This Chapter includes violence themes, Choking, humiliate ⚠️

“Ok, class, I need to step out for a minute. Finish chapter 8 on your own. I’ll be back” As the door closed the students started to chat amongst themselves. Mainly about mundane topics, but the main thing on everyone’s minds was the dance on Friday. It was anyone could talk about. From girls talking about what they’ll wear to the guys discussing who they‘ll as out. Amid all these conversations, one thing on Yui's mind was,” Should I ask someone?’’

All day she has been hearing about the dance from all the second years, they told her how fun the dance is. Everybody dressed in the most exquisite ensembles from designer brands that cost more than the house she lived in. Some people talked about how heavenly the food was. Prepared by the most renowned chefs in the world. Drinks are brewed from the highest quality fruits and alcohol. For the adults of course. Then the music would be played by talented musicians from all over Japan. It sounded like a dream.

Yui only got more and more excited as she heard amazing things about the dance. She was apprehensive before but now, she couldn’t wait for Friday. Be that as it may, there was one thing she wasn’t so sure of yet. She had been hearing from some of the girls about who they were going to ask to go with them. That was something she hadn’t thought about.

“We need to ask someone to go with us? I wonder if anyone would ask me. Probably not, especially with all these beautiful girls here. Who’d ask me? Besides, I’ll be going with the brothers anyway. I bet it would be awkward if I had someone going with me. Although…it would be nice.’’ She had never been asked out before, therefore her father being her partner at a church event didn’t count.

After the bell rang for lunch she decided to head to the library to eat. Even after being at this school for a year now, she still wasn’t used to all those children who were raised so differently from her. She didn’t mind, however, in fact, she did enjoy the time for the small amount of time she got. Gave her time to relax and study without interruptions.

Once she reached the library and found a quiet place to sit. She was finally in her element. Putting her nose in a book, blocking out the world, herself the only one around for miles. It was calming, peaceful, and well worth the bullying she received every time she went home.

That as it may be, the illusion was shattered once Kou decide that she could lose a couple of seconds of what she most desperately needed. “Hey, M-Neko-Chan~ What's up?” “Oh hello, Kou-kun. Not much, just trying to get some quiet.” “Yeah, yeah, that’s nice and all. Anyway, I said something I wanted to ask you.” Yui raised a confused eyebrow at the idol. Did he want to ask her something? Her conscience told her to be weary of his question, while her more optimistic side encourage her to at least consider his request. In the end her optimism over her rationality. Only by a margin though.

“Uh, sure. What is it.” Kou's smile was very big and very unsettling. “ Well, I’m pretty sure your ears have been ringing with everyone talking about the dance on Friday I just wanted to ask..” Kou walked towards her, his face a little close for comfort. “Has anyone asked you to the dance yet or have you asked anyone?” Huh? That’s all? Yui was a bit taken aback by Kou's question. She had thought it would’ve been more….eerie “Uh, no. No one has asked me or I haven’t asked anyone.” Kou's face twisted into an annoyance for a second. Then, into mischievous. ‘’Oh is that so~ Well then I don’t suppose you fancy going with……me!”

What! HIM!? Yui was so taken aback by his statement that she fell out of her chair. Kou roar with laughter as Yui rubbed her bruise backside as she watched Kou lose himself in a loud cackle. She hastily picked herself off the floor while brushing the dirt off her skirt. Looks like her quiet time was completely ruined. Not wanting to waste her time being the butt of Kou's joke, she swiftly grabbed her things and stuff them in her bag. Yui let out a huff as she walked past Kou to the exit of the library. Nonetheless, Kou wouldn’t let her just leave. Instantly he was in front of her. Due to their height difference, there wasn’t any room for escape. “Hey now M-Neko-Chan, I wasn’t done talking to you yet.’’ The once smiley vampire aura turns cold and distant. Yet, possessive.

“You haven’t given me an answer yet. Don’t you think that is kind of rude? Not to mention the fact that you’re trying to leave without even saying a word, I’m disappointed. Honestly who the hell do you think you are huh!?” Despite Kou’s abrasive behavior. Yui stood her ground, albeit anxiously.

“ Kou-kun you were the one who abruptly asked me the question in the first place, so forgive me for being shocked. Also instead of at least helping me off the ground, you just laughed at me the entire time. I thought you were here just to make fun of me, if you have nothing better to do than laugh at me I’ll decide to leave. I’m sorry but my answer is n-“

In a fit of frustration Kou grabbed Yui by the throat and slammed her back to the door with a loud thud. The shock was so great that it knocked the wind out of her. Kou grasped her throat so tightly that air barely was able to enter. Tears floated down her face as she struggled to breathe. With her eyes glazed over with tears, she could hardly see Kou. His face which was normally so handsome and charming was contorted into a violent scowl. His bright were clouded with hatred, those idol-worthy, perfect white teeth gritted against each other in an unbearable ear-piercing screech. The muscles in his hand cracked and popped as his fist squeezed so tingly that blood started to trickle onto the floor.

“ Do you know how hard is to be nice to an oblivious twit like you? You’re so fucking stupid that it’s pain to even talk to you. Millions of girls would love to even get the chance to even breathe the same air as I do. Yet here you are being ungrateful for the gift you’ve been giving. The opportunity to be seen with a start like me, but all you can think about is leaving?! Are you sick in the hand or are you naturally born with no common sense? You’re so lucky right now….but, YOUR DUMBASS CAN’T EVEN SEE IT!!!

Kou squeezed tighter on Yui's neck as he continued to snarl insult after insult at her face without even thinking. Yui struggled to remove his hand from his hands from her neck but was unable to do so. With air becoming more and more scarce, and dark splotches blinding her vision. She has to think fast.

So, with the last bit of strength, she could muster. Yui opened her mouth which was covered in drool from struggling to break free, and bit down on Kou's hand as hard as she could! He howled in pain as blood spurted from his hand! Yui fell to the ground while coughing up a storm as air slowly enter its way back into her lungs. Kou grasped his hand as he glared at Yui with a look of murder in his eyes. “ YOU BITCH! LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE! YOU BIT MY HAND!!” Kou walked towards the blonde ready to intact vengeance for causing him pain. But she was ready. Before Kou could lay a hand on her, Yui grabbed a fountain pen from her pocket and as Kou was nearer, she stabbed the point of the pen in Kou’s wounded hand!

Kou fell back in pain, clutching his hand, giving Yui time to get up and run out of the library. She ran faster than she has ever before! Her body needed time to rest from being near seconds away from deatmh but the adrenaline kept her going. Her only objective was to get away from the vampire that would surely main her if he caught her.

As Yui turned the corner, almost falling in the process, she spotted a tuft of white hair in the distance.

“SUBARU!”

chapter 3 ended.

To be continued…

[candycandy00]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for tagging me, @scary-grace! This was a lot of fun!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

18, though I’ve only posted a fraction of my BNHA stuff on there and there’s even some JJK stuff I haven’t posted there yet. 

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

217,870. And wow it took me way too long to find that lol. I didn’t even know about the Statistics page! 

3. What fandoms do you write for? 

Currently, Jujutsu Kaisen and Boku no Hero Academia. I wrote for a ton of different fandoms back in my “previous era” I’ll call it lol. I wrote for One Piece, Naruto, Final Fantasy (mostly 7 and 12), Death Note, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, Durarara!!, and lots of other things (almost all of it featuring non canon ships like Cloud x Yuffie and L x Misa). I’d like to try writing for Bungou Stray Dogs and Demon Slayer at some point. 

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Doll House (2,280)

Human (390)

The Offering (377)

How to Seduce a Gamer (300)

Little Miss Nobody (234)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! But sometimes if it’s a comment on an older chapter of something I might not or if I got several close together I miss a few and then I’m too embarrassed to go back and respond later. Or if they just comment with an emoticon, I’m not sure how to reply lol. 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In my current era, it’s definitely the Mr. Compress chapter of The Dark Carnival. I have other fics that end badly for Reader but this one felt very tragic to me. 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

Most of mine have pretty happy endings! 

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Current era, I occasionally get people complaining that certain Readers are wimpy or stupid or whatever. I even had one person on AO3 write out a huge wall of text about how one of my Reader characters was a Mary Sue (they simultaneously complained that she was too weak and useless in a fight but also too perfect). But I tend to shrug off those comments. Readers are supposed to be Mary Sues. They’re literally Reader/Writer self inserts! Part of the appeal of x Reader fanfiction is the fantasy of Reader being an idealized version of yourself. So yeah she can hang out with the League of Villains and be the only girl Dabi has ever liked, or she can be old high school buddies with Gojo and Geto and they’re both crazy about her. It’s all fantasy. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

Yes! And I write pretty much all kinds that don’t involve my three “big no’s” (minors, animals, or scat/pee/vomit). 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? 

Not since I was a kid, writing Sailor Moon/DBZ crossovers lol. 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Not in my current era, not that I know of. In my previous era, I wrote a Gundam Wing fanfic that got really popular in the fandom and was ripped off twice. Not exactly copied word for word, but very close in both cases. They basically changed the wording around a bit but kept the entire plot the same (and it was a very unique AU with a big, sprawling plot). 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Like 20+ years ago a friend and I were co-writing a very fucked up DBZ fanfic together. It was actually pretty good, but it was unfortunately lost to time. I’d give anything to find it and be able to read it again, but she’s the one who was posting it and she deleted her account a few years later. 

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? 

I’m just gonna go with my current fave ships of my two main fandoms: BNHA (Spinneraki) and JJK (SatoSugu). 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

Probably The League of Villains Heroes. I love it dearly but it gets practically no notes so I have little motivation to keep working on it. 

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I’ve always felt like dialogue is my strong point. Probably because, until I was up into my 20’s, I rarely read actual books and almost exclusively read comics/manga (which tend to be dialogue heavy). I think I’m pretty decent with plotting as well. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses? 

Descriptions! 😩 I am so bad at describing things. Or rather, I’m bad to just… not do it. I literally forget to. I’ve had friends read my work and be like “what does this place look like?” Or “what does that guy look like?” And I can see it all so clearly in my head that I forget readers can’t see it as well. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

I sometimes toss in some honorifics just because it seems weird to have certain characters not use them. Other than that, I try to avoid throwing in random Japanese (the only other language I would even consider using, just because these are Japanese characters). I did have Sukuna say his famous “Gambare, gambare” line once but it’s just too iconic! 

19. First fandom you wrote for? 

First I wrote for: Sailor Moon. First I actually posted a fic online for: Dragon Ball Z. 

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

I’m going to pick one from each fandom, only among completed fics. 

BNHA: Trending Topics

JJK: The Offering

Tagging @missrosegold and any other writer friends who would like to do this!

[herblinz]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag dear and talented @aftergloom ! Tagging @jawanaka @andordean @poetikat @stardustbee @storm89 @ro-the-bard-writer @wholelottatiffy @grinningnexu @botherbother-blog @eloquentmoon and/or anyone who’s interested.

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Twelve.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

153,256, discounting a fic translation. 😬

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Witcher (books & game), Cybperunk 2077, Star Wars

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

By kudo ratios i think it’s: the stars are not there, Await the Dawn, The Path of Aloneness, Seeking Resonance, Half Moon, Full Circle, something like that I don’t want to calculate everything 😂

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! To show my appreciation to the commenter, make friends, gush over blorbos. When commenter comments on many chapters I tend to reply in conclusion-ish to one or few of them, because I don’t want to flood threads with my own comment, perhaps out of an ingrained false sense of modesty?

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

…I’m not sure 😂 All of fics are angsty fics, but with a sense of emotional catharsis at the end so I’d hope none? I recall some comments pointed out certain level of heartwrenchingness at Regis/Queen of the Night ficlet, and a little bit with Takemura’s ficlet. I think Blood of Emerald might be the angstiest ending when it’s done (no getting around it there hehe)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Seeking Resonance! But even then readers also pointed out sad sentiments 😆 It’s a fluffy ending imo

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet :)

9. Do you write smut?

Yes! Not very adept but I’m learning.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Sort of. One Witcher x Cyberpunk 2077 long before the game was out.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes and not sure 100% which one (i have no memory); think it’s the Regis Professor AU fic?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but would like to.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Hard question. I’m a multishipper. Maybe Geralt x Yen? Cerys x Ciri x Tankred? Judy x V?

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Aside from one abandoned sequel to my first fic, I don’t think there will be unfinished WIP. I’m just slow at em.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Psychology. Environmental storytelling. Some level of symbolism and metafiction employment. For fanfiction, maybe my close observation and portrayal of canon characters, i dunno; I do go a little lotho-minor-maul method before I can write anyone.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh boi. I’m still quite a novice, so basically everything aside from the few strengths. Especially with structure. Also dialogue. Also visualization of scenes (strange yes, but I am unable to see scenes most of the time, about short of aphantasia). I have great difficulty in writing long works.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If there’s a purpose, whether for worldbuilding inside fiction or cultural reasons in real life. But sometimes it can be the bad kind of jarring. I remember personally opt to not use latin directly for star wars fic, for example (even tho translation sounds stoopid).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Witcher! My Once and Future.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Seeking Resonance I suppose. It’s soft and brought soft feelings to others on bad days. I loved that.

A bit cheating here since I haven’t finished, but I think really it will be Blood of Emerald. It’s basically original fic given the amount of worldbuilding and characters I have to do on my own, and the story is from a legend the length about 2 pages in canon ending with everybody dying (sad, angsty, violent deaths). Rare character, obscure material. I’m writing a full-length fic literally for myself and maybe 2 other people in the entire fandom. It gives me ulcers and insomnia. “odi et amo, nescio” 😂 Jks aside, I think for me there’s the allure like that of Matters of Britain retelling. The ending is set in stone, no one ever gets to know the whole truth. And it’s not even about the “how we got here.” A blink of light long gone by the time it reaches the eye. But for some reason it must be told.

I like Await the Dawn, too. And the stars are not there. Discovering the fun and love for OC first time here huehuehue

Somewhat relevant ramble: reflecting on what aftergloom mentioned in her experience, Q.11 (stolen lines and fics)—my writing is usually detached from my life, and I made a point to myself and closed ones irl that I would be extremely cautious in using real life material in my fiction. But there is a bit of that “grain of truth” in the stars are not there. My childhood crush had an unusual dream about me and I kept the sentiments while writing Maul (it is hard not to write a bit of myself in this character; The Wrath did a good job evoking some memories…). I found it to be a valuable exploration in my approach to writing. I think I would feel ambivalent to stolen lines, as it is hard to keep track of where “originality” begins and ends, but it would be quite an interesting experience indeed if bits of real-life event is written by someone else. ==

[monkeyfish2021]

Fun to join, so why not! Wall of text incoming and links on the bottom! 🤩

1. I made a decision to try killing a popular character in a story, even though many readers might be put off by it and not want to continue reading. It made it interesting to see how the other characters were affected by it, and continue their own growth or deterioration because of it. Would I do it again? Yes. Yes I would.

2. I’ve been working on 8 different stories this year; multi chapters, stand-alones, and WIPs that have yet to see the light of day.

3. I’ve learned that I develop ideas much better when brainstorming them with a friend! 🥰

4. Since all I’ve written is Final Fantasy 7 fics, I’d have to say that FF7 Remake is the media that has inspired me the most.

5. I wrote exclusively for Final Fantasy 7 😂

6. Tifa/Reno is the ship nearest and dearest to my heart now and for always ❤️ However, during Whumptober I tried to include other rarepairs that I love, including Tifa/Leslie, Tifa/Zack and Tifa/Sonon!

7. Reno is a constant source of fascination and a muse for exploring different states of anguish, angst and hurt 😂 He therefore also needs some love sometimes.

8. I did not write for a new fandom this year, nor did I visit ships I haven’t previously written for.

9. I think that completing Momentary Bliss this year is what meant the most to me. It’s been three years in the making, and it was such bittersweet relief posting the epilogue 🥰

10. The fic it made me the happiest to work on must have been, ironically, the Whumptober prompts! Giving myself a challenge with a restricted word count per chapter of 100 words was so much fun, and it made me able to finish all 31 prompts, both due to my enthusiasm and each chapter not taking too long to complete!

11. Most satisfying to complete is again Momentary Bliss. Just in terms of completing something I worked on for so long, it was very rewarding!

12. I had a really hard time focusing around the time of Zifafest, so I was only able to finish one of the three prompts I wanted to, and I realize I find it really difficult to write Zack. Maybe that will change once Rebirth comes out 😅

13. Whumptober was the easiest to write 😂 I guess I could also say that parts of a series I’m working on that is not yet published can also classify as partly easy, due to it just being FUN!

14. Shortest: The epitome of a perfect package (2,448 words), and longest, at completion this year: Momentary Bliss (114,594 words) 😱

15. I guess my Fic Rec of mine from this year would have to be either Momentary Bliss or Whumptober, with my new longfic Safehouse a close second (third?😂).

16. Sad to say I don’t have a particular song or playlist to listen to while I write, although I listen to a lot of soundtrack music generally in the background. Hans Zimmer is a regular go-to.

17. Go-to writing snacks: A cup of Earl Grey tea, and something I can keep picking at, like Cheez Doodles or M&Ms. Maybe a couple of biscuits.

18. ALL OF THEM ARE HARD TO TITLE! Titles are the freakin bane of my existence. But if I have to choose one? The epitome of a perfect package.

19. Literally can’t choose, I’m not very good with great opening lines. Feels like I need a paragraph to set the scene.

20. “Ignoring the guilty ache in his chest telling him they were doomed, he held her tightly.” maybe. From the Whumptober 2023 drabbles.

21. Favourite piece of dialogue might be Reno’s conversation with Aurora di Salvo in Safehouse. Not gonna copy the whole thing in here 😂

22. An excerpt from one of my favourite scenes from 2023:

As he’s squatting low and trying to catch his breath, bullets are still hitting the car, and voices of encouragement and frustration spur the shooter on to continue.

Shrieks and shouting can vaguely be heard from the end of the street, and when he peeks that way, Reno sees people running away from the alleyway. The shooter across the street jumps out of the window and aims his gun Reno’s way as soon as his feet hit the ground.

What would Rude do in this situation? Fuck, Reno wants to bounce ideas off him, that’s how they work best: A terrible idea from Reno that Rude makes less so. Rude would probably lay low in this situation, get out while they could, reassess with Tseng and potentially move in on the mob together.

But Rude… They shot him. He wouldn’t get to be the reasonable voice in Reno’s head ever again. How the fuck would he avoid making mistakes now? Trusting himself? No, fuck that.

They couldn’t get away with this. Fuck this stakeout, fuck this being surveillance only, fuck the mob, fuck them and their fucking capo; they killed Rude and they would not get away with it.

A red haze falls around him and he unclasps his electric mag-rod, extending it with an effortless flick of his wrist. The electricity crackles satisfyingly with the push of a button, and the comforting feeling of the handle serves as an anchor to his new mission.

Reno takes a deep breath and feels a rage-filled calm come over him.

For Rude.

Then he runs.

23. Final version of a sentence or paragraph I struggled with:

Fear chokes him. What will he do if he can’t keep the shadows at bay this way? He must convince her otherwise.

It was really hard for me to properly convey anxiety and fear with the limited word count I had left of my drabble for the Alleyway prompt, and I had some help from @bouncymouse to make it convey more of the feeling I was going for! ❤️

24. Something that surprised me while working on a fic… Maybe having an epiphany about a plot point later in the story that would work really well (yet to be written or published)?

25. I use Notion to write, my phone notes to write down ideas during the day, and Google Docs to format before I publish to Ao3!

26. The most satisfying writing moment for me this year might be when I really got into the groove with Safehouse, and wrote down the first draft to 4-5 chapters in a very short amount of time (for me). The energy that comes from a new idea that just needs to come alive is really exciting!

27. I did not do anything special to celebrate completing a fic…. 😅

28. Recharging between fics for me is just about taking a break to refocus my head onto the new idea, or to find a new idea if I have nothing already thought up.

29. No one mentioned, no one forgotten! But as a whole, the beautiful people in the ReTi server and Tifa’s Harem who are supportive, enthusiastic and generally amazing to be able to communicate and cooperate with! ❤️

30. In 2024, I want to continue Safehouse, and get one of the WIP series I’m already working on published! If I have time to join another event, I’d like to try to do that too! 🤩

Thanks for reading!

Here are the fics mentioned:

- Momentary Bliss

- Safehouse

- Whumptober 2023

- The epitome of a perfect package (for Zifafest)

fic writer asks

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!)

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

What piece of media inspired you the most?

What fandom(s) did you write for this year?

What ship(s) captured your heart?

What character(s) captured your heart?

Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics this year?

Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023

What were you go-to writing songs?

What were your go-to writing snacks?

What was the hardest fic to title?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.)

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

[mazegays]

could've followed my fears all the way down

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 27

Chapter 26

Thomas hasn’t opened his eyes at all, no matter what Rosa says to him. He’s pretty sure it has to be near dark now, but he doesn’t want to check.

Checking won’t help him.

“Thomas, you can open your eyes, I know you’re awake.”

He doesn’t want to. He’s not opening his eyes until he’s out of this forest.

“No, Rosa.”

Ignoring her is so much easier. She can’t find anything to use against Minho and Gally if he does that��not that she seems to need much help with that.

He’d known she wasn’t a fan of Gally’s or Minho’s, but he’d thought they were friends.

“Why do you want to go back?” She asks. He can hear her sitting down next to his head.

“Rosa, I get that you think you’re helping, but Minho and Gally aren’t like your ex-boyfriend. They’re not hurting me. They never were. You just saw the bruises and thought there could be only one explanation.” He’s not going to tell her that she sent him into the thought process that ended up with him stuck in bed for weeks; he doesn’t want to find out how she’ll react.

“You don’t have to protect them.”

“I’m not, I’m telling you the truth.”

“Then look at me.”

“I can’t do that, Rosa.”

He knows his ribs still aren’t healed, he’s not going to risk injuring them more than having a panic attack.

Besides, by now someone knows something is wrong. They have to, right?

Someone will have noticed that he’s gone.

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Gally is left behind, again, as Minho and the others go to find Thomas.

Knowing why doesn’t mean he hates it any less.

“If you want to go back to wait, I can take you.” Frypan offers.

“No, I don’t want to just sit around again. I’ll stay here. What do you want me to do?”

Frypan gives him a dozen or so odd tasks while they wait. It’s not dinner time yet, but it feels like it’s been long enough that it should be. He knows he’s working too slowly, that he’s more in the way than he’s helping, but Fry doesn’t say anything, so he keeps going anyway.

Everything feels like it takes too long, and the silence only makes it worse. But Gally doesn’t think he can handle light conversation. It wouldn’t even distract him. Nothing can distract him. It’s not a new feeling; there have been other times when he’s been focused on a task and completely tuned out everything around him.

He’s just never been so focused on a person before. 

“Where do you think she took him?”

“Hopefully somewhere easy to find.”

Neither of them is really focused on cooking, which is only working for them because Frypan decided to throw a bunch of things in a pot and call it good.

“They’ll find him,” Frypan says.

They’d thought that last time, too, and it had taken them far too long to find him.

Rosa isn’t very good at covering her tracks, which Minho is immensely grateful for.

“Should we be quiet about this, or just go in?” He asks Harriet— she knows Rosa, it’s her call.

“I’ll go first. I don’t know what she thinks of you right now.”

Probably nothing good. Maybe Thomas has been able to talk her down some, but they don’t know that.

Another minute or so, and they can see them: Thomas is laying on his back, eyes closed. Rosa is sitting by his head, talking to him.

Is he asleep? Hurt? Or just trying to avoid looking at the trees?

“Rosa,” Harriet calls.

“Hey, Harriet. I guess Minho and Sonya are here, too?”

“Yeah, they are. We need to take Thomas back, Rosa, he can’t stay out here.”

“I’m just trying to help him.”

Minho catches Sonya’s eye and nods. Rosa is more focused on Harriet for now, so he sneaks around behind her.

When Rosa stands up, taking a few steps towards Harriet, he takes her spot at Thomas’s side.

“Hey, Thomas,” he whispers, “I’m going to pick you up now, okay?”

“Just get me out of here.” Minho is careful, but Thomas still winces a little. “Don’t make me open my eyes. I haven’t risked it, because I hate just being here.”

Now that he’s holding Thomas, he can feel him trembling just a little bit.

He leaves Rosa for Harriet and Sonya to deal with.

All he can hope is that this didn’t make things worse. If Rosa was careful enough, if he’s careful enough, then physically, Thomas won’t be reinjured.

From the way he won’t open his eyes, Minho already knows that there’s been mental damage done.

Thomas knows he passed out some time on the way out of the forest, but he doesn’t expect to wake up with only Gally there.

“Minho’s right outside,” Gally says before he can ask. “And Frypan made a new food for you.”

It looks like purple applesauce.

“Basically, but it has no apples in it.”

If it means he can keep something down, he’ll take it. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since the last time he ate. He hadn’t eaten with Rosa; he doesn’t think she had food for him.

He doesn’t even know what her long-term plan for him was. How was she going to keep him hidden and fed? It’s not like he can do anything on his own right now. She had work to do, it’s not like she could just be with him all the time. Even now, it’s difficult for the multiple people who sit at his bedside to be there all time.

He can’t blame them; they’ve still got a lot to do here. 

He tries a few bites; it tastes fine, but he really doesn’t want to start throwing up again.

“Thomas, you know you have to eat more.”

“I know.” he sits up a little, using his good arm to shove a pillow into place behind him. “I hate throwing up, Gally. If I keep a little down, I’ll try more later.”

“I know you will, I just don’t want you to get that point again.”

He knows he’s already there. He knows he lost weight while he was in the forest, and he can’t gain it back if he can’t eat.

He just doesn’t know when he’ll be able to eat anything without it coming back up again.

It takes far longer than Thomas would like to get back to doing anything remotely normal.

His trip to the forest with Rosa wound up with him getting sick, because of course he did, and that pushed things back a lot.

It’s been a few months, as opposed to the month he’d thought it would be—hoped it would be— originally.

It doesn’t help that Gally was given the okay to go back to building a month and a half ago, as long as he’s careful. When he was still mostly confined as well, it was easier.

Thomas’s problem isn’t that he’s not healing well, he is, he just… he still can’t seem to keep anything down. He’s been living off of bread and soups, and he wants to eat something else.

His body disagrees.

Still, he wants to do something. Anything. 

His arm is still in the sling most of the day, but he can still do things.

Maybe Anya will finally let him do something light around in the greenhouse. It’s about the only place he’s been outside of this cabin in weeks.

Sitting around and reading all day was fun at first, but as much as he likes reading, he wants to move and talk to people again.

He needs something else to do.

(It’s not the white room, he’s got people, he’s not alone—he knows that. There’s something else that feels too familiar, but he just doesn’t know what it is.)

“Anya,” he’s not above a little pleading, “Please. Let me do something, anything, other than being in here all day. Can’t I go help Frypan again?” That had been fun, at least. And there must be things he can do with only one arm.

“Thomas,” she starts, stern, “Physically, you’ve healed exceptionally well. At least, as well as I can expect given the lack of technology to perform scans. Your stitches are all out, no signs of infection. What worries me about letting you work again is your arm— I still want you to wear the sling at least six hours a day— and how little you’re able to eat.”

He knows all of this. He wants to get out of here.

“Your arm only causes you pain if you use it too much, right?”

“Yeah.” Which he can’t even do, because everyone is always watching him.

It’s getting a little weird, honestly.

“Then yes. If it starts hurting more, let me know.”

“I will.” he promises, already grinning, “I’ll be careful.”

“Yes, I’m thinking you really learned your lesson after last time.”

He has. He’s not going to run off again, no matter the reason. Certainly not anytime soon, not that he’ll get far.

He can hardly even look at the forest right now.

That’s the next step: get to a point where going near the forest doesn’t send him into a panic attack.

“Hey, Thomas,” Anya finishes packing up her things, “Don’t go down by the fire pits alone, okay? There’s… something they need to show you, first. Let them explain it.”

That’s an odd request. He hasn’t gone anywhere alone lately at all, the few times he’s left.

What could be so bad by the fire pits that he’s not allowed to see it by himself?

It won’t be a problem— Gally will be back soon, and Minho after him. Thomas won’t get far without running into one of them.

He’ll just have to ask them what that’s all about. Anya is usually pretty straight with him, so it must be serious, but she sounds like it’ll hurt him or something.

How bad can it really be, anyway?

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[blazenka]

Professional Affairs

During s3, Sarah and Connor meet and begin to grow closer. Could they just stay co-workers or fall into something more? How will Abby react when and if she finds out?

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6139386/1/Professional-Affairs

Chapters: 10

Published: 2010-07-14 - 2011-01-01  

Words: 17268

Rated: Fiction T - Language: English - Genre: Romance/Friendship - Characters: Connor T., Sarah P. - Reviews: 32 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 4

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter Six:

It felt like it had been an eternity since Connor walked into the ARC, careful to avoid the construction workers. Of course, it also felt as if it hadn't been nearly enough as he passed the room that once held Cutter's office and Connor wondered if he should have taken the vacation time Lester had grimly offered. Yet, he had work to do since the bomb went off.

First, Connor needed to repair the Anomaly Detection Device. He also needed finish his new invention, the Anomaly Locking Mechanism. Most importantly, he needed to decode the artifact Cutter had left in his care. Then there was always dealing with anomalies. Connor could feel the strain of all of it beginning to take its toll.

Connor swore he could hear Cutter's last words right by his ear as he stared frustratingly at the artifact. Yet as he remembered his lost and late mentor, all he could manage to do was fill his vision with tears. He hated to cry and feel weak like this, but for the last few days it was all he could do. Even Abby, who once could brighten his whole day with one smile, seemed unable to help him recover from his loss.

"Connor," a voice called from the door way. Connor's mournful eyes snapped open at once to turn to Sarah who waited under the door frame. He ran his hands over his face quickly before placing his usual grin on his face, "Yea… hey," he ended on a sigh he couldn't help from surfacing as he looked back at the artifact.

"Let me help you," Sarah demanded more than asked as she entered the room. "I'm… I'm not trying to take this away from you but I'm good at stuff like this. Let me clean it up and see if anything is under the dirt," she offered soothingly, probably realizing her statement before was somewhat harsh.

Connor let out a breath as he considered for a moment then agreed. He got up from his office chair and guided Sarah to sit in his place before resting his hand on her shoulder. "Listen to me, no one can find out about what we're doing here," he stated and Sarah nodded with agreement. "Not till we know what were dealing with," he clarified and she agreed again.

Suddenly, much to Sarah's surprise, Connor wrapped his arms around her as he leaned closed to her ear. "I haven't told you this but I should have," he began and Sarah couldn't help as her eyes widen at his proximity and the effect it had on her. "The audio idea, to use Helen's own voice against her clones, was brilliant. Sarah, I might not have even come up with that in such a short time and I'm suppose to be… What I'm trying to say it you're incredible and I couldn't be prouder of you," he admitted to her.

Sarah nodded with a smile as she rubbed her thumb against his wrist. "Thank you, Connor. That means a lot to hear from you," she stated as she reveled in the moment. Sadly a voice crept into Sarah's consciousness at that point to remind her of the kiss they shared. "Connor, um… about that night at the pub…" her voice faded out as she tried to think of the right words. "I think I should go," Connor stammered as he went to leave but Sarah quickly grabbed a hold on his wrist to stop him. "Please Connor, I want to talk," she pleaded. Connor looked at her and knew right then he was presented with his ultimate weaknesses - Beautiful women asking him to do something. Connor knew in some way he was in trouble.

Abby was walking the halls of the ARC, which were now filled with sheets of plastic and construction men. None as hot as the stereotype would lead women to believe. Abby smiled foolishly at the thought. Yet, nothing could cover up the damage and the heart ache she felt. She was so wrapped in her feelings she almost missed Connor and Sarah in the corner of her eye… almost.

Sarah was sitting in Connor's office chair while Connor stood behind her with his arms wrapped gently around them. Abby began to question in her head exactly what was going on when Connor suddenly headed towards the door but Sarah stopped him. They began to talk and after awhile Connor seemed to smile at whatever Sarah was saying - something Abby hadn't seen or been able to get out of Connor for days. Soon after he left for the main room and Abby decided to follow.

Connor simple stared at Sarah till she finally took a deep breath to steady herself. "I don't regret kissing you Connor if that's what you're thinking," she felt that was the best place to begin and could see Connor's shoulders relax. "I really liked being with you that night. Actually, I like being with you most of the time," she stated.

"Most of the time?" he interrupted her with a quizzical look upon his face. "Well, you do have your moments," and when she smiled he smiled in return so she continued, "Connor, I would like to do that again some time."

Connor shifted on his feet before admitting to her, "Sarah, I know I told you Abby and I are just flat mates…" but Sarah stopped him. "Jenny told me about the situation and… um… I just wanted you to know. I… if Abby doesn't realize or admit her feeling for you, I'm here. I know and admit my feelings for you, Connor," she admitted and Connor smiled at her sincerity. "I also know, with Cutter's passing, it's not the best time for you but I'm here for you if you ever need it, alright?" Connor nodded as he grinned before suggesting, "Right. I'll let you get to work on the artifact and I'll get to work on the A.D.D, yea?" Sarah nodded in agreement as they went back to their duties.

Abby followed while shaking her head as Connor walked back into the main room to fix the… no, his A.D.D. She found him messing with wires again and knew he had been jumping back and forth between projects even after work when they were home.

"Is it working?" she decided to ask when he made eye contact with her. "No…" he paused to adjust some more wires, "Not yet but it will be… soon." Abby placed her hands on her hips hoping this time she could convince him, "You need to get some rest," she demanded.

"What I need to do is finish this," he pointed to his newest project and paused, "Then I need to fix the detector." Abby sighed and looked down as she tried to recount how many times in the last couple days they had this conversation.

When Connor recognized the pained and sorrowful looked on her face, he tried to explain, "This is the Anomaly Locking Mechanism. If I can get this to work then we can seal anomalies." "If we don't know where they are in the first place, it won't be much use then will it?" Lester just had to interject. Couldn't he see Connor was exhausted? Abby really didn't care at that moment if he was her boss; she just wanted to roundhouse kick him.

"Fine," Connor said in defeat as he moved back to the A.D.D. Abby knew Jenny would say something so Abby rested her arms on the back of Connor's chair and tried to see if there was anything she could do to help.

Almost immediately after Connor was able to get the A.D.D. back on line an anomaly was detected. "Is this a test?" Jenny asked as the team rushed to the main room. "Nope, this is genuine," Connor reassured everyone while popping his 'p'. Abby smiled at the small gesture that reminded her of the old Connor.

"Do you have a location?" Jenny asked next, fulfilling her new role as team leaser. Connor continued to type away at the keys as he answered with some sort of sound that meant 'yes.' "Getting coordinates now," he stated clearly as he set the portable A.D.D.'s.

"Okay, good to go," Connor tells Jenny as he waits on her orders. Jenny looked down at the portable device for a moment then nodded, "Okay, let's go then."

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[justathoughtfulangel]

Left Behind But Not Forgotten ~ Colors, Chapter 9 (Kai Parker Fanfiction)

Hello, my dears :) Welcome to Chapter 9 of Colors, my Kai Parker Soulmate AU Fanfiction. This is NOT meant to be read as a standalone piece. Events of the story and even the universe it is set in vary greatly from the original show. If you haven’t yet, please read the Details post and previous chapters linked on this masterlist.

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Word Count: 2,305

Pairing: witch!Kai X witch!Reader (soulmates)

I don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of character names, but this IS a reader insert fanfiction. I use Rosalie Wilson as a placeholder. Use Rose/Rosalie as a substitution for Y/N.

Warnings: This chapter may only be suited for mature audiences.

This next chapter takes place a few months after the end of chapter 8 (and seven months from the start of the story). Hope you enjoy it! :)

The music was loud and obnoxious. There were red plastic cups littered about the first floor of the Salvatore Mansion. It was the end-of-the-school-year celebration; Rosalie, Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline had just finished their third year at Whitmore successfully.

Rose stood in the corner, waiting for Kai to come back with a drink for them both. Unfortunately, Damon found her. She’d been strictly avoiding him since he left her and swept Elena to safety seven months ago. Leaving her to presumably die was not a forgivable offense.

“So,” Damon approached her awkwardly, simultaneously blocking any route for her escape. He missed Rosalie, but she was just as stubborn as him. “Whatcha think of the party?” Rose blinked in disbelief. What a groundbreaking start. “Aren’t you just about two centuries too old for such parties?”

Damon sighed, knowing there was no smooth way to ask for her forgiveness except to just bite the bullet. “Rosalie, I’m so sorry. I know leaving you there with Kai was wrong, especially when we knew he was dangerous. I was betting on you being soulmates – I didn’t think he’d actually hurt you.” If that was meant to placate her, Damon was sorely mistaken.

“Right, I suppose gambling with my life to save Elena is excusable.” In Damon’s world, it really was. Rosalie knew that, too. They were all hard-wired to choose and protect their soulmates over anything and anyone.

From across the room, Kai wove a pathway between the drunk college students, taking great care to not spill the cocktails in his hands. He heard the end of the conversation as he got closer, remembering his own anger at Damon for just leaving Rose with someone as dangerous as him. “Rosalie, I-”

Malachai intercepted the conversation, handing Rose her drink and wrapping his free arm around her waist. “She heard you. From where I’m standing, that’s a terrible excuse.” With half his body so close to her, Kai felt her slight shudder. If it was a shudder of anger, hurt, or something else, he didn’t know.

Rosalie swallowed some of her pride, and though a great deal of her trust in Damon had been lost, she still cared for him. “I hear you, Damon. I… I’m just going to need more time before I can forgive you.”

Damon’s lips pressed together. That wasn’t what he wanted, but it would have to do for now. Nodding in acceptance, he let them be. Rosalie chugged down half of the drink in her hand, making Kai chuckle.

“Well, you’re officially a much bigger person than I am.” Rosalie laughed along with him. “I’m not. You just don’t give yourself enough credit for things.” Malachai hummed in response, setting his drink down to wrap both arms around her waist. “If you give me far too much and I give myself too little, I think it evens out.”

Rosalie fought off a frown, wishing he could see himself the way she saw him. Coming up into her toes, she gave him a short but sweet peck on his lips. “I’m going to find a way to make you believe in yourself.”

Kai smiled, but the glimmer in his eyes wasn’t there. “Rose, I love you. I don’t want you trying and hoping for something that will not happen.” She raised her brows, poking his cheek softly. “Challenge?”

Resting his forehead against hers with a small sigh, he nodded in agreement. “Alright then. Let’s see who wins.” The music was still annoyingly loud, and people were jumping around in every direction. Malachai and Rosalie just stood in the little corner, ducking out from the party after they’d made an appearance for a decent amount of time.

~

With his hand in hers, Rosalie brought Malachai into her recreated childhood home. She learned to walk in this house. She spoke her first words in this house. This house had built her, and she had destroyed it. Every detail of the house had been made anew. As she looked at it now, Rosalie didn’t feel so heartbroken – not with Kai at her side.

Kai’s eyes flitted over the family Christmas pictures by the entrance, admiring the red and green sweaters while wistfully remembering the same photos of his own family. He wouldn’t admit it, but he kept those pictures with him wherever he went in the prison world. It was also too soon, but he thought about taking new family photos with Rosalie.

His cheeks colored, and it didn’t escape Rose’s attention. “What are youuuuu blushing about?” She poked his cheek playfully. Malachai shook his head away from the finger, refusing to answer. His adorable expression made her heart lighter. She’d never brought anyone here after the accident, but he was different. He had a right to everything that made her who she was, and this? This home defined her in all the ways one could be defined.

“Alright then, don’t tell me.” Rose took his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. Thinking they were going to make food, Kai began perusing through the fridge. No one had been here in weeks; naturally, the fridge was empty. Malachai looked back to Rosalie in confusion, only to find her kneeling by the kitchen sink and pulling out cleaning supplies from under the cabinet. He groaned in complaint, still a bit buzzed from the alcohol and not inclined to spend hours cleaning the house. “Can we at least use magic?”

~

98 minutes, an extra-large pizza, and two showers later, Kai found himself spooning Rosalie. He nuzzled into her neck, leaving a tender kiss on her jaw. She squeezed his hand lovingly in return, sighing softly in contentment. They were both surprisingly awake, despite the long day. Cleaning was a lot more tolerable with someone else to do it with, and their slightly inebriated nature made it a lot of fun.

“What are you thinking about?” Rosalie needed something to fill the silence. His words always calmed her, whatever they were. “Well, to be perfectly honest, I’m thinking about you and I sneaking into the hot tub after hours.” As he spoke of the memory, Kai smiled brightly…

Kai had always been a rulebreaker, and he’d pulled Rose into it, too. The security was bleak, and it was well past 2 A.M. “Kai, where on earth are we going?” 

“Shhh, you’ll see very soon.” Snapping his fingers, he stole her vision momentarily, making her stumble. “I’ve got you, don’t worry. We’re almost there.” The second Rosalie hit submit on her last term paper, he’d pulled her up from her desk, got her to change into her swimsuit, and finally revealed the surprise he’d been working on for weeks. 

When her vision returned, Rose gasped in surprise. The hot tub in the apartment complex was surrounded by candles, the flames casting luminescent reflections on the bubbling water. Nearby was a plate with some delicious snacks, comforting and extravagant alike, and a chilled bucket with a bottle of Peach Moscato she adored. Kai wrapped his arms around her waist as she took in every bit of the scene, kissing her cheek lovingly. “Congratulations, darling. I’m so, so proud of you.” 

Rose’s hand came up to rest on his cheek, bringing her lips to his. “I don’t even know what to say, Malachai. Thank you… thank you so much.” Kai only smiled, pecking her lips once more. “Anytime.”

Rosalie turned over in his arms, resting her hand on his face and holding him close. “I still can’t believe you did that for me. It was like something out of a movie.” Malachai rested her forehead against his, kissing her lips sweetly and pulling her even closer under the cozy comforter. “I’d do anything for you.”

Their kisses were always addictive, laced with something more than romance and attraction. Something more than love itself. It was the conjoining of two halves of a whole. When something is so fulfilling and complete, it’s impossible to give it up. When Rosalie’s lips brushed against Kai’s for the next uncountable instance that night, he didn’t have it in him to let her pull away.

Their mouths danced together. Their heartbeats synced to one rhythm. Their eyes were closed, absorbing every sensation, every little dip and curve of each other. Kai gingerly hoisted Rosalie atop him. His arms wrapped around her back, pressing her body to his without letting their kiss end. Rose almost whimpered into the kiss, nearly overwhelmed with how much she wanted him.

This was foreign to them both. Neither had been romantically involved with anyone else. They’d been waiting to make love to their soulmate and only their soulmate. Now that the moment was here, neither was afraid. This was it. Without any apprehension, they both knew it would be perfect.

“Rose…” Kai broke the kiss, shifting away just a fraction of an inch. “I want you. I want all of you.” His voice was mixed with labored breaths, his lips trailing along her jaw and neck, not willing to stop touching her. Rosalie’s eyes fluttered gently, lost in the feelings Malachai elicited in her. “You have me, love. You already have all of me.” Rose sat up, pulling Kai up with her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and in the process of tugging his shirt from his body, she unknowingly shifted her hips against him. Malachai groaned, feeling himself harden and grow beneath her.

Rose was, surprisingly, quite the vixen. He’d always known there was a fire within her, but this was a fire that consumed him, too. He craved it badly, wanted it to burn him in the most delicious way possible. Kai removed her shirt, mirroring her anticipation. More and more of their bare flesh embraced the other’s, desperate to become one.

Becoming more and more impatient as his desires grew, Kai flipped them over, laying Rosalie beneath him, removing her leggings and panties off in one fell swoop. His left hand fumbled with his own shorts while the other trailed over the soft skin of her inner thighs, just an inch away from her eager sex. Rose trembled below him so enticingly, egging him on. 

 Two of his fingers slipped between her lower lips and inside her, warming her up to take his cock very soon. “God, you don’t know how much I’ve ached for you, baby.” Despite the pleasure at the strange new sensation coursing through her, Rose giggled a little. “Trust me, it’s been the same for me.” Hoisting herself up on her elbows, she crushed her mouth to his, their moans drowning together as her hand found his hardening cock. It wrapped around Kai’s length, stroking him teasingly. 

 Their tongues meshed together, and all conscious thought was gone now. Rosalie broke the kiss, leaning over and trying not to tremble as Kai’s fingers explored her while she grabbed the new box of condoms from the bedside table. Kai raised his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised. This truly had been on her mind just as much as his, and she’d prepared for it. Not looking away from his eyes, Rose slid the condom on his cock, loving the little moan he let out.

Kai kissed her again, slipping his fingers out from inside her dripping pussy. He laid her down, more gently this time. The atmosphere in the room had changed. There was still passion and need and desire, but it was enveloped in something more: adoration. Malachai loved Rosalie, and Rosalie loved Malachai. Nothing else mattered. 

 With a steady slowness, Malachai aligned his sex with hers, penetrating her with care. She winced noticeably, and he peppered kisses of apology all over her neck. This was pure pleasure for him, unlike anything he’d known. “I’m here, Rosalie. I love you so fucking much. You have all of me.” Kai was not the one claiming her; they were claiming each other, their souls forever brandished with a mark unique to them.

More and more tender moments passed. Their lovely sounds of ecstasy were muted by their incessant kisses, stopping for nothing and no one. She was his and he was hers: now and forever.

~~~

One week later, Malachai woke in an empty bed. His arms and the other pillow were cold, telling him that Rosalie had gotten up long ago. The mahogany clock on the wall read 7:43 AM. Where did she go this early? Kai shoved the blanket aside, slipping on the black sweatpants he’d discarded last night, and made his way downstairs. Rose was curled up on the couch under a light blue blanket. She’d dozed off again. A picture of her with her family lay beside her, near her fingertips as if she’d fallen asleep while holding onto it.

Kai looked upon her for a moment, kneeling by the couch and gingerly moving the picture frame away. Despite his best efforts, the movement woke her. He stood, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Sorry love, didn’t mean to wake you.” Kai slipped behind her, pulling Rose into his lap and wrapping the blanket around them both. She didn’t say anything, just silently snuggling into him. He knew what she was thinking, even without her saying anything. 

 “You don’t have to say anything, but I need you to listen.” Rosalie nodded, nestling her head into his neck. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, holding her to him. “I know you still feel very guilty about your family. I also know you well enough to know that a part of you always will. But…” Kai moved away just briefly, shifting so he could look into her beautiful eyes. “Just because they’re not here right now doesn’t mean they’re not always with you. Maybe they’ve been left behind in the past, but they’re not forgotten. They never will be.

“They are alive in you.”

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That concludes Chapter 9 of Colors! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it.

Note: I realize I didn't write the smut scene to completion (pun intended). This was because I believed sex between two soulmates was honestly something I couldn't do justice to. I imagine it to be so powerful and healing - I didn't think I could put it into words in the right way. Also, I didn't want to leave any smut warnings at the top because it would give away that their first time is in this chapter but I will include them from this point out (if applicable).

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[shemarmooresfedora]

Home

Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Content/Warnings: mentions of Diana’s Alzheimer’s and Schizophrenia, prison, separation of father and daughter, swearing

A/N: i hope you guys enjoy my new fic! this may be about 8 chapters or so! i’m not sure yet, going to see how interested people are in the plot :) (also quick disclaimer: i have never been in the foster care system so please excuse any inaccuracies)

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Chapter 1

Spencer never wanted his daughter to see him like this, being brought into the BAU bullpen in handcuffs. He was supposed to be the good guy.

Right now, he couldn’t tell if he still was. He had good intentions going down to Mexico to get non-FDA approved medicine for his mom but he may have killed someone in the process. If only he could just remember.

Camellia ran into his arms to hug him, a hug he so desperately wanted to return if it wasn’t for these stupid cuffs around his wrists.

“They can’t just take you away, Dad,” she cried.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m going to get back to you as soon as possible,” he promised, kissing the top of her head.

Spencer felt absolutely crushed as the guards had to drag his crying 11-year-old off of him so he could be taken to his holding cell.

-

You had just gotten off of work when your phone rang. Eileen, the head foster care coordinator, was calling.

“Hello,” you answered.

“Hey Y/N,” she greeted you, “I know you haven’t had a foster kid in a few months but I kind of have an urgent case. 11-year-old sixth grade girl. Mom has been out of the picture for a while, Dad recently imprisoned and on trial for murder. There are a bunch of family friends willing to take her but no direct family,” she explained.

“I can take her for as long as she needs,” you told Eileen.

“Great! I’ll text you the address, it’s the FBI headquarters.”

-

When you walked into the BAU, still in your dino scrubs and white lab coat, Eileen was surrounded by a frantic group of people.

“As I said before, I don’t doubt any of your credentials but this is the law. We can only give away a child to direct family at this point in time. If you are not direct family, you will need a lawyer to fight for custody as well as permission from her father but that process could take months,” Eileen stated.

“Spencer hasn’t spoken to his father in years and his mother is in a facility for her schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s,” a dark-haired woman spoke.

“Exactly so she must be turned over to the foster care system. I apologize to you all but this is how it works. We can’t bend the rules,” Eileen said.

“I don’t want Callie fending for herself in a house with 20 other kids,” a blonde-haired woman argued, “I’m her godmother. She stays with me all the time. She was staying with me while Spencer was in Mexico.”

“Sorry, my answer is still no. But, hopefully this will squash your concerns, Y/N!” she called you over, “This is Y/N. Jo will be placed with her. She is a pediatric doctor and currently has no other foster kids at the moment but all of her past kids have absolutely adored her. She always passes her surprise safety and wellness checks with flying colors.

“Hi,” you waved, intimidated by this huge group of frustrated people with guns on their hips.

“A doctor? So she isn’t even going to be home most of the time,” a curly-haired man scoffed.

“Actually, I own my own practice. I don’t work at a hospital so I usually have a regular 8-4 shift unless one of my patients needs urgent attention,” you clarified.

“JJ, don’t make me go,” a girl, who you could only assume was Callie, sobbed.

They were all staring at you like you were the worst person on Earth. You wanted to shrivel up and die. When you went through the process of becoming a foster parent, you thought this was a very admirable thing to do. You just wanted to provide a good home to kids in need.

“Do any of you have a key to Dr. Reid’s residence so Camellia can pack a bag?” you asked politely.

The woman closest to Callie that must be JJ pulled a key off of her chain and handed it to you.

“I’ll-um-leave my phone number and address here so you guys can contact me at any time or stop by. I understand your concerns but please know I try my absolute hardest to make sure all kids feel welcome and safe in my house,” you scribbled your information down on a scrap piece of paper.

“Are you ready to go, Camellia?” you asked softly.

She went around hugging everyone in the circle before solemnly nodding to you.

God, you felt like such an asshole.

-

After Callie finished packing her things from her bedroom in relative silence, you returned to the car.

“I don’t know what you like to eat but we can stop at the grocery store so we can get stuff you like and any other things you need,” you said.

You were met with silence from the backseat. You offered for her to sit in the passenger seat but she declined.

“Listen, I’m really not trying to be the bad guy here. Please don’t make me out to be one. I know you are having a tough time with your Dad’s situation right now but shutting everyone else out won’t help,” you spoke softly, “Trust me, I know.”

You sighed when the silence continued. You pulled out of the Reid’s driveway and headed to the grocery store.

-

You let Callie lead when you entered the grocery store, opting to follow behind her with the cart. She went immediately to the frozen meal section and started throwing them in.

“Camellia, that’s fine if those are what you want but just so you know, I love to cook so I can make you anything you want,” you offered.

“This is what I’m used to,” she spoke sharply, “My dad is not a bad dad, he just usually doesn’t have much time.”

“I never claimed he was,” you defended yourself.

After that, you kept your mouth shut. Clearly, she was a very independent girl and she had her own routine she liked to stick to.

-

You hauled all the grocery bags inside the house and unloaded them as Callie brought in her suitcases.

“So Camellia, I put all the food you picked out in these two cabinets. I mean obviously, you are welcome to anything in the kitchen but I just wanted you to know where the things you picked out were. I always have a grocery list on the fridge that you can add to,” you began to give her a tour of the house, “Bathroom is in there. There’s another upstairs. Here’s the living room with a TV,” you headed up the stairs, “Here’s my room.”

On your bed was an adorable toyger kitten cuddled up on your pillow.

“Oh! This is Winnie like Winnie the Pooh. I just got her a few weeks ago from a shelter. She is super friendly and loves snuggles so she will probably try to sneak into your bed unless you keep your door closed.”

“I don’t mind,” Callie spoke softly as she petted Winnie.

You smiled softly. These were the first words you got out of her that weren’t a rejection.

You continued the tour, “There’s a bathroom between our rooms but I tend to use the downstairs one so feel free to make it your own. And here’s your room,” you opened the door to a white room with a queen bed in the center, a small bookshelf, a few plants, and paintings.

“I hope this is good enough for now. We can go out this weekend to a home goods store if you want to redecorate. I’d even be open to repainting it if you want,” you offered.

Callie just set her bags down and nodded.

“Alright, I’ll leave you be. I’ll probably be downstairs for a while watching TV if you want to join. Let me know if you want me to make you anything,” you began to shut the door but Winnie slipped in first.

“Good night, you guys,” you smiled softly.

-

“Do you want me to wait out here or come in with you?” you asked softly.

Spencer had been denied bail, meaning he was transferred to a federal prison and Callie was going to be staying with you for a while. She had taken the news rather hard as expected when the team came over to your house to tell her. You still weren’t really accepted by the group so you mostly stood in the corner of the kitchen while they were all in your living room.

You had spoken to Eileen several times about Callie’s current situation. She gave you permission to do whatever you saw fit. This means you could opt her out of school one or two days a week if she wasn’t feeling up to it as long as she emailed her teachers and got her missed work in on time. You were researching different therapists for her to talk to because she didn’t seem to want to open up to you. You were also given a schedule of visiting times for her to visit her dad in prison.

“I’ll just go in alone,” she walked in the door to the visiting room, leaving you in the waiting room.

-

“Dad,” Callie tried to hug Spencer but the guard pointed to the ‘No Touching’ sign posted on the wall.

They both sat down defeatedly at opposite ends of the table.

“How are you?” Callie inquired, wiping her tears away from seeing her father locked up.

“I don’t want to talk about me, sweetheart. How are you? Emily and my lawyer visited yesterday and told me you had to be placed into foster care,” Spencer asked, concerned.

“It’s okay. Not the best,” she sighed.

“What’s happening? Are they hurting you? Are they not giving you enough to eat? Callie, I’ll have my lawyer on the phone and you out of there so quick,” Spencer frantically stated.

“No, Dad. Y/N is fine…nice, even. But she’s not you,” Callie cried.

Spencer’s face softened, “I’m so sorry, Callie. You don’t deserve to be dealing with any of this.”

“Just please come home,” she sniffled.

“I’m trying, sweetheart, I’m really trying,” he replied earnestly with tears in his eyes.

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[heyhilana]

Italy (Javi G)

Summary: You and Javi decide to take his private jet to get to Italy for the lavish party you both planned to close a deal with a client. But now that you and Javi have been all over each other since your dinner together, it seems that even flying in the air can't keep you both from making up for the lost time teasing each other. Following that after two days, you and Javi make plans to have a candlelight dinner the night before the party.

A/N: Hi! Originally I wanted to separate this as Mile High Club and then another chapter, but I realized it would probably flow better if I made this one chapter. This chapter officially concludes Los Jefes and the following chapter is technically how this started even though it serves as the last chapter. I wrote Show off as a one-shot, but then the rest of the series came to mind after so these are prequels for that chapter. I may write headcannons or pieces in between for fun, but for now, it's all done <3 Happy reading!

Pairing: Javi G x !f reader (work partners turned lovers)

Warnings: Slight lap dance? Like, it's more for show but it ends quickly. Quick blowjob, unprotected sex, p in v sex, biting, creampie, mentions of fingering, but overall, just a loving story as I wanted to give them a better happy ending to make this mini-series end in a full circle.

Word Count: 6.5K (I didn't mean for it to get there)

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You had been on a private plane a few times due to your previous partnerships with other crime leaders. Some had multiple meals throughout the flight if it was longer than 8 hours, and other had round the clock drinks to make you almost forget about all that you had to do. But you knew that Javi’s took the cake the minute you saw it. Red carpet leading the way to it, you almost felt that you were underdressed getting into it. Of course, Javi didn’t see it that way as he snaked an arm near your lower back, whispering in the shell of your ear.

“Too bad we have other people on this plane,” His voice was husky, and a smile was tugging across your lips over what he wanted to do with you.

“We just finished 30 minutes ago.”

“Who’s to say we can’t go again? I just bought this plane a few weeks ago, and I’m sure you haven’t joined the mile high club yet.”

“You’re insatiable aren’t you?”

“Around you? Always, mi vida.” He kiss your ear lobe, then your jaw before turning away acting like it didn’t send shivers all down your spine. He led you down the red carpet that covered the stairs, letting you go first up the stairs and then he continued. You were greeted by Jaime, one of Javi’s trusted men that guarded him with his life.

“Good afternoon, Miss Y/N. Any particular drinks that Victor can make for you?”

“Good afternoon Jaime. And yes, I would love a Bellini. I think it would be fitting for where we’re headed.” You saw the rows of seats right in front of you, as well as a dance floor fitted with a pole which let you know that whoever owned this plane before had many parties while in the air. And as you walked ahead you saw the bedroom right at the end of the plane, letting you know that you and Javi would probably be there for the remainder of the flight. Jaime also greeted Javi the moment he walked in, and the two shared some words that you did not hear as you walked right up to the pole, setting your bag down on one of the free seats. Jaime and Victor went to their respective quarters of the plane, just right next to the pilot’s door and closed the door.

“I was thinking about taking that down but it seems to me that you like it,” Javi was settled into one of the plush seats, just as you twirled around the pole.

“Well, it’s not everyday that I can practice my skills on a private plane.”

“Welcome to the high life, baby. It only gets better from here.” Victor came up behind you with your drink as well as Javi’s usual, you took yours and took a sip and the sweetness enveloped your tastebuds. You were sure that by the time you got off of this flight you would be nice and comfortable. You continue to twirl around as Javi watched you, looking you up and down as you were only wearing the sandals that you had only mentioned to Javi in passing time and he surprised you with them last night and the sundress that catered to your body. Feeling a burst of confidence you dropped nice and low, looking at him a smirk on your face.

“Care for a dance?” The way he looked, his suit jacket unbuttoned along with his dress shirt, legs slightly open giving you a seat that you grew to love over the past few weeks, you were in pure lust and love.

“What kind of dance?” The quirk in his brow garnered a laugh from you.

“Well, I have a few ideas in mind,” You moved back up and put your drink on the bar counter, going back over to the poll and twirling around it, getting a firm grip on the pole to jump up and slide down, seeing his eyes rake your body. Knowing that you weren’t wearing any panties underneath you knew that your sundress was clinging to your butt, and so you bent over when you got your feet planted on the ground to shake your ass a little.

“Oh, is this another one of your talents baby?”

“It could be. I love to be full of surprises,” You jumped on the poll again to twirl, this time with one hand as you touched your breast.

“I think I know something else you like to be full of.” He took another swig of his drink, finishing it from there. The way his voice was dropping made you want to drop everything and have him fuck you right in that chair. Wanting to be closer to him, you got back on your feet and walked over to him, noticing how when he looked up at you his eyes were completely blown out. You took your rightful seat, arms coming around his neck.

“Yeah? You’re starting to know what I need. Maybe I need you to fix it.” You were looking down at him, ever so slightly grinding down on him making him buck his hips up. You were still sensitive from earlier, but he knew just how to wind you up again and again.

“Here or the bedroom?” He leaned up towards you to grab your hips, lips reaching to meet your jaw.

“How likely are Jaime and Victor going to walk in on us?” You barely got out the words as Javi took the initiative to kiss going up your jaw, your sweet spot right between your jugular.

“They know to not come out. Unless you want to put on a show that is?”

“Put on a show? I thought you didn’t like sharing.” You grinded down on him further, feeling him grow right in his pants.

“Oh, they will never touch what’s mine,” He pulled down the straps of your dress, your breasts on full display as the top of it fell right in your lap. “But they can see what a fucking stunning woman you are.”

“Then I can put on a show for you then, and maybe flying back they can get one too,” You got up to strip tease more, much to his pleasure as your sundress fell down completely.

“That’s it baby, show me that pretty body.” You stepped out of the dress and went back over to him, turning around to grind your ass on to him, instantly he was holding your hips to touch you, get some sort of relief as you gave him a dance. Wetness already pooling was already a norm for you two as you grinded right down on his hard on, whining as you felt it brush against your clit.

“I could take you just like this. Fuck, I’ll take you anywhere.” You got up to face him again seeing the wet spot you made on his pants. You put your breasts in his face, and the way he lightly bit your nipple that was right near his lips made you clench your legs more.

“Javi, take off your shirt.” You breathlessly asked, and he obliged, taking off his button up and throwing it somewhere else on the plane. You touched him, wanting to feel his soft skin that you were memorizing just a little while earlier. He suddenly got up, his hands settling right on your back thighs as he lifted you up. You were startled but you soon forgot about it as he led you to your bedroom, and you picked up your drink to finish it, sipping the last bit of it.

“Your lips should be wrapped around something else,” His vulgarity was surprising you by the minute, liquid courage making you want him more than before. He laid you down on the bed and took the empty glass from you and put it on the small nightstand. He took off his slacks and boxers, and the view of his hardening cock never failed in making your walls ache for that stretch. You sat up and his cock was leveled with your mouth, much to your contentment.

“I feel like you get bigger every time, but you still fit inside me.” You kitten licked his shaft, and his hand was tangling in your hair.

“I’m always going to fit inside you. Need to feel you wrapped around my cock all the time.” You hummed in response as you spat in your hand to wrap it around the base of his cock. You lightly pumped him as he thrusted himself into your hand.

“Someone’s needy already.” You were giggling a little but it was cut short when he wrapped a hand around your hair.

“Let me fuck that pretty face, amor.” Without wasting any time he was thrusting, and you put your hands on his thighs for support as he went on. There was something about how when you looked at him and seeing him grunt like an animal and fuck your face harder that made you want him more. It was as though he was insatiable with you always, always needed more than the last and testing limits with you. The more you opened your mouth and let the tip hit the back of your throat, the more he twitched in your mouth. You were humming and fighting a smile as you loved the way he took charge of it, the way he looked down at you and pulled your off his cock right when he was about to cum.

“But I wanted you to finish,” You were pouting a little.

“I have the rest of the day to do that. Besides, I can always do something else,” He smiled and tapped your cheek, to which you opened and he spat in your mouth. He kissed you right after, sitting back down and having you both move back so he could pull you into his lap. You felt his cock pressed against your core, grinding down to make you both moan.

“Ride me, baby. Please,” Hearing heady words escape his lips as his hands tangled with your body made your walls pulsate. You were smiling as he helped you lift up to angle yourself right above his cock, your hand wrapped around it and rubbing it up and down your slit. Every time it hit your clit you jumped, still sensitive from the previous session. But nonetheless, you pressed it right at your hole and he pushed you down, his head burying into your chest to bite a little.

“You’re gonna leave marks on me now?” You were whining as he bit down more, sucking a little. His tip was just gently pressing against your spot, and you were grinding down to get some relief.

“That’s it baby, use my cock,” He breathless asked before biting again in different spots, making goosebumps rise all over your body. You clawed at his back as you grinded down more, feeling that familiar spot being grazed over and over again.

“Javi, are you trying to leave marks on me?”

“When we arrive at that party, I want everyone to see what I did.” He leaned up and looked right at you as he spoke to you, hands gripping your hips to guide you.

“I’m yours now after this?” You gave him a small smile as he stopped your movements to fuck up into you.

“You were mine the moment you let me into your apartment.” He threw his head back as you moved your hands back to steady them on his legs, holding yourself up as he thrusted. You were meeting his thrusts little by little, soon feeling that familiar knot forming that you never thought you would feel all day long but with Javi, it was all you ever felt. You kept tightening every time he was fully inside you, your body speaking for you.

“You keep doing that and I’m gonna cum inside you.”

“Who said I didn’t want that?”

“Fuck, you’re joking,” You had always made him pull out or cum somewhere else, but there was a change in you that you didn’t see coming.

“I’m not joking baby,” You leaned back up to wrap your arms around his neck. “I need you to cum inside me, nowhere else.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” The low groan that erupted from him just as your peak was making you whine, losing all sense of control was inevitable as you felt that blissful, blinding relief washing over your body. Legs shaking, pulsating walls, a mumbled cry of his name as you couldn’t speak coherently and his light shushing as you were still not alone on the plane. You clutched to him just as he released inside you, a bite down as he was trying to conceal his moans too. You rocked with him, the wave washing over you both until you stilled. He pulled his head up and you clutched his face, kissing him deeply. And after kissing for who knows how long resulting in more trying to catch your breath, you climbed off of him and went to your side of the bed just as he laid down to cuddle with you.

“That was fun,” You were over the moon as always ever since you got with him, and the chuckle that erupted from his throat made you smile.

“It’s always fun because it’s with me,” He remarked, his head resting on your chest.

“Getting a little cocky now aren’t we?”

“I’ve been cocky the moment we met. It didn’t stop you then and it won’t stop you now.”

“First you’re cocky, and now you’re a now it all. Should I be rethinking this?” You joked as you played in his hair.

“Who else is going to take you to Italy and everywhere else in the world and treat you like the queen you are?”

“Smooth, Gutierrez. Very smooth.” You both were laughing until you stopped and you both were looking at each other. He moved up to kiss your lips once more before sleep lulled you away from reality. Although that only lasted for a half hour before a knock on the door stirred you both.

“Who is it?” Javi’s asked, sleep laced in his voice.

“Jaime. We land in 10 minutes.” You checked your watch and saw you spent most of the time in the room with him rather than enjoying the jet.

“Understood.” Javi acknowledged Jamie and heard the receding footsteps soon after.

“I didn’t get to enjoy all of the jet.” You were pouting a little.

“We’re going to have more trips on this jet and many more.” He nuzzled back into your neck and kissed the exposed skin.

“If we keep getting in this position it will never happen,” You were laughing, but when he bit your neck again you gasped. Soon you felt those fingers snaking there way between your legs and up to your core. “Javi, the plane lands in 10.”

“And I’ll make you cum in 2. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” You couldn’t even protest if you wanted to because the moment he pushed them in, you were back into ecstasy.

-

After a delay in arrival, you walked down the track in new clothes and Javi was right next to you with a hand on the small of your back. You were greeted by Julia, one of the new hires for the event.

“You must be Javi Gutierezz and Y/N Y/L/N. It’ll be a pleasure working with you.” She held her hand out and you both shook it one at a time.

“I’ve heard nothing but high regard for your work, which leads me to believe that this event will go perfectly fine.”

“It will. Now let’s get you to the car so we can discuss plans,” She was walking towards the large Mercedes V-Class that had Jaime and another man opening the doors for you three. She went in first and after you did with Javi helping you in the car. He followed suit and in there was a table with files everywhere. The doors closed and the two men got into the front of the car, the engine starting and you all taking off.

“Care for some champagne?” Julia asked as she pulled out the bottle and glasses.

“It’s happy hour somewhere,” Javi remarked as he took a glass. You did the same and Julia poured the champagne steadily so that it would not get on the table. She put the bottle back in the compartment and lifted her glass.

“To new partnerships.” You both raised your glasses as well.

“To new partnerships, and also new travels.” You added, and the three of you clinked your glasses and took a sip, enjoying what the high life brought you. You all put your glasses down and Julia got to work pulling all the files out in order.

“Okay. Here’s the floor plan that I made showing how many tables we can fit there. Given the guest list, we can fit 12 comfortably and up to 14 if needed.”

“Let’s stick with 12. I want all the guests to move around freely so that if they are drunk, they can’t bump into each other.” Julia nodded and crossed out the 14.

“Next line of business. Where do you want Brian Jackson to sit? The others I know are easy to place as you mapped out their chemistry but I’m not sure where Brian should be placed,”

“Place him at table 9. It’s close enough to the bar but still in everyone’s line of view as he has one of the best views of the water. He’ll want all the attention, so we should cater to that.” You pointed at table 9 right where Julia’s pencil was.

“I like your way of thinking.” Julia noted.

“And I like your execution,” You complimented back to which she smiled and got back to clearing off the list. “What’s next on the list?”

“The next item is where you two want to be seated. I could place you right in the middle or place you closer to the edge where the water is for when you both do your toast.”

“Where do you want to sit, Javi?”

“I prefer the water. I want the view since that’s what I’m paying for,”

“Fair enough. The last item on the list is where do you want Jaime to sit? I could have him sit at your table or nearby in the event that something happens. But I can ensure you that the security detail we have is top notch.”

“Jaime can sit with us. I’d feel better with him close by.” Julia nodded and checked that off her list.

“Okay, the tabling is all set and it’s just in time for us to arrive at the villa.” The car was rolling to a stop as you looked out from the tinted windows to see the beautiful villa Javi owned.

“When did you buy this?” You turned to look at him.

“I don’t remember. I think it was a birthday present or it could’ve been a Christmas gift for myself. I’m leaning towards the Christmas gift possibility.” You rolled your eyes at his statement.

“Give or take, how many homes do you own?”

“Possibly one in almost every country. I still haven’t gotten towards the Netherlands for property.” He put his finger on his face as though he was pretending to think.

“Well there’s no way you can live in them all in one lifetime.” The doors opened and you climbed out after Julia, waiting for Javi to follow.

“You’re right, I don’t. Most of those properties I converted into housing for the homeless since I realized donating to the countries was only going to get me but so far. I grew up with nothing, so this was my way of redeeming myself and giving back even with my business.” He climbed out of the car and you both started walking to the front door.

“I didn’t know that, actually. It never showed up in your file.” You admitted.

“I kept it hidden for a reason. Some of philanthropy I wanted for everyone to see but that, I wanted just for myself.” Jaime opened the door for you both.

“That’s sweet of you to do, really.” You placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.” You, Julia, and Javi walked into the villa and you were immediately taken aback by the beauty of it all. The vines on the front of the house was enough to blow you away but the way they were brought inside made you smile. It had the timely feel of when you were faced with the dining room, an older chandelier with real candles hanging over the decadent table, already seeing that lunch was to be served. Countless paintings adorned on the walls, light curtains that allowed the sun to envelop the house in warm light, and with patios at every window, you were sure that you could enjoy a nice book right on the patio. You sat your purse down on the couch and took a seat, almost falling asleep from how comfortable it was.

“How big is this villa? Oh, thank you,” You thanked one of the servers who handed you a glass a water.

“Well there are two floors above this one, the second floor being the main bedrooms and the last floor being where the study and the main balcony is. And that’s not including the basement complete with a wine cellar.” He sat down right next to you as Julia and the other workers were preparing to get to work.

“And let me guess, that’s where you keep your prized wine collection?”

“You’re right my love.” He took your hand into his and squeezed it, rubbing his thumb over it.

“What are your plans for us today then?”

“Well, there is a garden in the back since I know you love the fresh herbs in food so you can pick some out. And the pool hasn’t been used yet so I was thinking we could make up for the last time we went swimming,” He whispered the last part in your ear, making chills rise up in you.

“We have work to do you know? It’s not all pleasure or else we would just be here by ourselves.”

“Business is necessary but you didn’t really think for one second that we were going to spend the whole time working now?” The mischievous grin that was on his face made you giggle.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“I have a few ideas.” He raised his eyebrow.

“We have work to do. We can have fun later,” You moved your hand away from his and got up, going over to the team to discuss more options for the party. He sighed before getting up, going to meet with Jaime to do his portion of the event but not before deciding on sneaking in a little something for tomorrow night.

“Julia, can you please put the two chairs near table 6? I know that George and Heidi are going to want to sit next to Francine and William.” You were in full speed, setting all the tables up as tomorrow was the night your party celebrating your role as a business partner as well as closing the deal with Brian Jackson was going to take place. You didn’t want to admit it, but all the time you spent studying everyone’s relationships and alliances paid off as you were sure that nothing would go awry at this event.

“Yes, boss!” Julia and the other man working alongside her were moving the chairs to the right corner when you felt someone’s arms snake around you.

“Have I told you how hot you look working?” His mouth was at the shell of your ear, and the little kiss he placed after he spoke made you melt further into him.

“I think you’ve told me that enough, but I don’t mind hearing it again,” You smiled as you could feel his slight stubble prickling at your cheek as he moved his head down to your shoulder.

“I’ll tell you that every day for the rest of my life.”

“Oh are you? As soon as I get up and I go to sleep?” You were joking, but the grip on your waist got tighter.

“I’ll tell you the minute you wake up, when we eat, when we’re working, when we relax, but especially before bed.” He let go of you, moving his head up and spun you around so you could face him.

“Well aren’t you the charmer,” You wrapped your arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips. He was eager so deepening it took not much else as he would probably make out with you in front of everyone and not have a care in the world. But as much as you enjoyed getting lost into him, you pulled back to look at him.

“I have to get back to work since this is almost done, but dinner at 6?” He pouted a little, but he didn’t protest too much.

“Let’s make it a later one since you and I both know we’re not getting out until later.” The mischievous grin made you blush and roll your eyes.

“Javi, how are you this insatiable?”

“Because I’m with you so why would I ever get enough of you?”

“You’re so cheesy. Stop it.” You were smiling as you rested your forehead on his.

“If you didn’t like it I think this would’ve stopped a long time ago.”

“Okay, smartass.” You both laughed.

“I’ll leave you be. But we’ll have dinner at 8. Sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll see you later.” You kissed his cheek quickly but he pulled you back in for a real kiss. You were sure that another long kiss would commence but that was interrupted by Julia.

“Ehem,” She cleared her throat and you two pulled back. “The chairs are set but Giancarlo needs you to go over the dinner sets. He’s in the kitchen down the hall.”

“Thank you for letting me know. Tell him I’ll be with him in a minute.” You were rushed, wanting to get your alone time back with Javi. She nodded and walked off with some pep in her step.

“I think you should order me around like that.”

“Don’t I already do that?” You quirked up an eyebrow.

“No one likes a smartass,” He pretended to get serious.

“Are you copying me?” You mocked, fake offended.

“Maybe.”

“Of course you are. But go, amor. I’ll catch up to you a little later, I promise.” He nodded and kissed your one last time, walking to the car that was waiting for him.

-

You arrived back into your shared room with Javi a few hours later, laying out three outfits that you were stuck on deciding. Of course, Javi took the liberty of getting clothes for you in Italy when you told him that you would pack some for the trip, so now you were decided between two that he bought for you, and two you brought for yourself.

“Javi, I told you I was going to bring clothes to go out,” You called out as he was showering.

“But you’re in Italy. You have to get clothes from every place you visit.” He yelled from the shower. You shook your head and began trying the first one on, going into the mirror and loving what he picked out. It hugged you just enough for you to feel confident in it, but what you loved most was the fact that it had pockets that had a decent amount of depth to them, a small detail that you loved since it was hard to find dresses with pockets.

“I knew you would like that one.” He spoke as you didn’t realize he had gotten out of the shower and was just in a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

“It has pockets!” You exclaimed like a little kid, taking your phone and realizing that you could fit it in the pocket.

“Now you can have comfort and style, just the way you like,” Javi got closer to you and you were trying to not look him up and down. “Are you sure you want to make the reservation?” His hand was on your waist so suddenly.

“Javi, the more we push it for later the more likely we’re not going to eat.” You felt his other arm snake around you as he was now right behind you looking at you in the mirror.

“I have a few things to eat right here,”

“Javi, we are going out and then we can have fun later. I want to at least explore the city before we end up spending the rest of the trip in this room.” You moved his hands down and stayed firm, although you were decently close to through logic out the window.

“I understand my love. I’ll get dressed and then we can go out, I promise.” He gave you a warm smile and went into the adjacent closet to pick out one of his suits. You tried on the rest of the clothes, modeling them and all but the first one was the one for you. How did he know your style so well you wouldn’t know, but you appreciated the sentiment and got ready for dinner.

-

Walking along the streets of Italy was blissful. Rich orange, cotton candy pink swirling around to create the picturesque photos you would only dream of seeing once in a lifetime. Not a cloud in the sky, seeing the sun fall and the moon rise as each minute passes, walking near the fountain as other couples were standing near. You pulled on Javi’s arm to move closer as you loved the lights on the bottom. You let go of him to bend down slightly and put your hand in the water, seeing all the coins that were on the bottom.

“You should put this in your backyard. I’m sure they can make a replica of this,” You noted, thinking about the space that was in his backyard that could possibly fit another house if he wanted to.

“You can tell them whatever you want, cielo. If you want it, I’ll get it for you.” He rubbed the small of your back as you rose back up. You got an idea, pulling out your wallet and pulling out two coins. You handed him one and you kept the other in your hand.

“Make a wish.”

“What could I possibly wish for?”

“Anything. The first thought, just kiss the coin and throw it into the fountain. I’ll count down from 3. You ready?” He nodded and you both closed your eyes. You thought about what you wanted and smiled when it came to mind. “3, 2, 1. Toss!” You exclaimed before you quickly kissed it and threw it into the fountain. You saw that he did the same and you were happy, a little bit of the two of you now making your mark here.

“What did you wish for?”

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.” You pouted.

“Of course you say that,” He rolled his eyes as he took your hand in his and began walking down the street to the restaurant.

“It’s true!”

“Sure it is.” You playfully hit his chest as you both laughed. You clung to him a little, seeing that the sunset was fading out and the night sky was illuminating so brightly, the crystal stars mesmerizing you. You couldn’t help but stare, to take it all in as you were so busy that you missed out on the little things.

“I’m enjoying this, Javi. Are you?”

“I always enjoy times like these. They’re perfect no matter what we do.” You looked at him, feeling your heart swell as you were enamored by how he was. His looks impressed you, but his heart? A heart of gold that was not so hardened by this life. He reserved this time for you, to cater to you, to be who you needed and deserved. You knew from research that he only went out for a party, not for dates like these. It was the little things that he did for you, and the big things that made you feel that this was not a waste of time. Walking down the streets of Italy at night, of course with Jaime not too far behind, enjoying this time before business began the next day, it was whimsical, magical even. You would live in this moment forever if you could, to have time stop and no worries floating through your mind. Just you, your lover, and the streets of Italy to your fantasy. And it only got better from there when you saw that you were right in front of the restaurant. But, you saw that no one was inside.

“Did you buy out the restaurant, Javi?”

“Yes. I want us to enjoy our five course meal without having to wait. Besides, I want to hear you speak too without having to yell.” He led you inside and from there, the architecture, the painting, the brick walls, the ambiance of it all was what took you aback. A fairytale that only got sweeter with every page as you were seated right in the middle of the dining area, Javi letting go to pull out your seat for you.

“After you,” He winked at you as you sat down, placing your purse on the opposite chair. He rushed over to sit at the opposite chair and Jaime was seated further away as he was serviced too. Soon the waitress came over, wine in tow.

“Hi. Welcome to Pane e Salame. My name is Vittoria and I will be serving you tonight. Here is a bottle of Schiava to get you both started. The appetizers will be out soon.” You both nodded and said thank you as she left.

“Is everything made already?”

“It should be. I called this in before we flew in so that they had time to prepare. I want this to be as smooth as possible.” He opened the bottle with the bottle opener and poured you both a glass.

“It already is, and you’ve done so much for me already. This trip, the date, the event tomorrow. Everything has been so perfect that I can’t believe that it’s even happening. It means so much to me, more than I can explain,” You could already feel tears threatening to come up but you managed to hold it together.

“One day you’ll understand why I have done so much. I’ll prove it to you every day but this,” He pointed between you both. “This is what makes me happy.” He took his glass and you took yours.

“What do you want to drink to?”

“To us, our empire, and mostly, to making this night last for as long as we can.” He raised his glass with a smile.

“I can drink to that.” You smiled back and raised yours.

“Alla salute.” He toasted as he clinked his glass with yours. You said it back and both drank at the same time, the rich wine simmering down nicely as you knew that you would only want imported wine from now on.

As dinner passed and countless meals were served, the night was nearing an end and all you and Javi were doing were talking as if you had not seen each other in years. Plans for the future, what you both loved to do, opening up, it was endless between you two. You were on cloud 9, not wanted to get off any time soon. You noticed that after his sip of the wine he shifted in his seat, his face growing rather serious.

“I have to tell you something.” He was looking at you, but there was a little bit of fear in his eyes.

“Is it something bad?” You hoped not, as this would ruin everything in place.

“No, no! Nothing bad, I just wanted to wait to tell you until tomorrow but I can’t wait anymore.” He shuffled in his seat once more which made worry settle in the pit of your stomach.

“Well, what did you want to tell me?” You tried to even out your voice, but your nervousness was getting the best of you.

“I know we’ve been together for a little bit of time now, but I realized that I fell in love with you. I never thought that I would find the one, especially in this line of business, but I love you so much, mi amor. I wanted to take you out rather than tell you any other time because this is big for me, big for us.” He took your hand in his, squeezing it as tears were welling up in your eyes.

“And here I am happy that I decided on waterproof makeup,” You joked as you wiped your eyes with your free hand. “I love you too Javi. I’m in this because it feels right and I know I’m making the right decision by being with you. And I’m not letting you go, not now, not ever.” You squeezed his hand back. He leaned up to kiss you and you did the same, not caring that your light tears made the kiss a little salty as it didn’t compare to how sweet this moment was between the two of you. You both leaned back to sit back down, just in time for dessert.

“Do you both want a picture?” The waitress asked as she set down the lava cake. Javi looked at you and you nodded, wanting just one photo for the occasion.

“One should be good.” He handed the waitress the portable camera he carried in his pants pocket and you both leaned over the table, smiling right at the camera as she counted down. The flash went off and she handed the camera back to Javi before going back to her station.

“It’s a good photo. The only photos we have are when I’m sleeping on you.” He handed you the camera so that you could see.

“I love it. Should we get it framed for the bedroom?”

“We should. I think it’ll look good back home. But for now, let’s get to dessert,” He picked up his fork and dug in, his sweet tooth never failing to make you laugh.

“Save me some please,” You put the camera down and picked up the fork, taking a bite of the savory food.

“Better get in what you can.” He was already halfway done with his size. You knew that he would eat more of it than you but that was okay. You were happy, in love with the man that made you feel special, and you were in beautiful Italy. Nothing could change what you felt now because you knew that everything would be okay, that as long as you both were on this journey together, you would have each other’s backs through it all.

[yabai-korra]

The reasons why we're getting Manorian book

There has been a lot of speculation whether SJM is going to favor us with book/novella about Manon Blackbeak and Dorian Havilliard, recently I saw some fans doubting it, so here's a list of logical reasons why it's happening.

1. It's SJM

This woman writes two 500+ pages books per year, for her it would be a piece of cake.

2. There have already been books focused on side characters

a) Chaol and Yrene - Chaol was one of the most unpopular characters before Tower of Dawn (which made me love him hehe) and she still wrote a 600+ pages long book about him, just imagine what she'd do with the most popular character (Manon) and one of the most popular ones (Dorian).

b) Nesta and Cassian - this is ship is the closest to Manorian equivalent in ACOTAR series, aka starting from a physical relationship that develops into a sentimental one. Also 6th ACOTAR book will be focused on a new characters (most probably Elain)

3. Favoritism

SJM has talked multiple times about her love for these two. When asked about her favorite TOG character, she said Aelin, but Manon was a close second place and she said that she absolutely loves writing her.

In another interview, when asked who she would go on a book tour with and a few similar questions, she answered Dorian.

Now, I haven't seen all of her interviews ever and I'm not sure how much she loves Nessian and Cahorene (seems to love Nessian a hella lot tho), but it's definite that Manorian are some of her favorite characters and it's just logical that she would write about them.

4. Unfinished story/Unresolved feelings

Ships at the end of TOG:

Rowaelin - married

Elorcan - engaged

Lysaedion - engaged

Chaorene - married with a baby on the way

Nestaq - engaged

Manorian - hug and "we'll see"

All the ships basically got engaged in the last chapter (it's not like I didn't like it hehe) and their stories, romantic-wise, were pretty much finished and they have no unresolved tension between them. Manorian on the other hand, have enough of it for all the ships lol.

KOA spoilers ahead!

Keep in mind, Manorian relationship was mostly a sexual one, and they don't quite yet have a way of communicating their feelings properly. So there is a lot of unaddressed between them, even though they obviously care a lot about each other.

The unresolved things between Manon and Dorian:

"“And if I asked you to stay?” / “I’d need a very convincing reason, I suppose.” / “Because I don’t want you to go.” - they just fucked and Dorian left for Morath later, which impacted Manon a lot but they haven't discussed it

"I even care about you." - Manon got up and left

"There is only one witch who will be my queen." - Manon doesn't know about this

Manon saved Dorian from Valg demon even when Aelin couldn't. It was the worst thing to happen to Dorian and he still bears scars from it, yet he didn't have an appropriate situation to thank Manon for it

Dorian knows that Erawan lusted after Manon, which got him pissed of course, and he didn't have a chance nor time to ask Manon about it. It might be nothing, but if I were Dorain and my girlfriend who doesn't show feelings was locked up with a crazy guy who has a thing for her, and have seen the way he treats women, I'd be concerned. Erawan was a Valg king, a tough opponent even for Manon. If he had done something to her, and he had plenty of means and opportunities and wish to do so, Manon would never openly tell anyone (maybe Asterin) about it, because it would imply opening up and being weak, which is Manon's worst fear. Again, SJM, as the Queen of Foreshadowing, wouldn't just randomly throw in the main villain having a thing for an important character, everything in her books always has a meaning and purpose.

"Would you miss me if I didn't [come back]?" - Manon didn't reply

This is how SJM described Manorian marriage: "She would be his wife, his queen. She was already his equal, his match, mirror in so many ways. And with their union, the world would know it." - and you're telling me it's not deserving of its own book? Not just that, Manon asked Dorian for marriage and they, again, just had sex, with Dorian loving the idea but deep down knowing that Manon would feel caged in a marriage. And that attitude won't just change out of the blue. It takes time and development which is something SJM writes amazingly.

With the Thirteen gone, beside Abraxos Dorian is the only creature Manon cares about.

Dorian's mortality (although as you'll see in point #6 I'm sure he's not human)

The dreaded "You could just marry each other." / "We'll see." (Thanks Yrene :)

5. Foreshadowing

Listen here, SJM IS THE QUEEN OF FORESHADOWING. She thought of a detail (Dorian's dad's name) in the first book that would matter in the last book. Of course, there are many many many more examples of that, but if we got "We'll see." then we'll fucking see it happen.

6. Unresolved things about Manon and Dorian as individual characters.

Manon and Dorian and both pretty broken at the end of KOA.

Manon lost the Thirteen, the only people she cared about. That is a huge trauma that needs to be addressed, especially with someone so reluctant to show feelings and heal like Manon.

Dorian can't be human?? He has fae abilities due to his relation to Gavin and Elena even though he's not even called a demi-fae. He possesses powers no one else does, phantom hands for example, which he didn't steal like shape-shifting. And Maeve pointed out that due to his father being possessed by Valg when Dorian was sired, it's possible he got some of the Valg abilities. (Also she said that he's stronger than Aelin) The main villain, especially written by Queen of Foreshadowing, wouldn't just let drop it there and that's it. Also not to mention Dorian's own struggle with depression and self-worth.

They have both just become rulers of their kingdoms, completely new to it. Dorian has spent a big part of KOA imagining what kind of a king he wants to be (one that will have a witch queen hehe) and it was a major point of his character. And addition to that affecting them as characters, the future of Adarlan and Witch Kingdom could make a good plotline.

7. Other TOG characters

Although pretty much all the readers would die to see Chaorene baby, Lorcan in Perranth, Aelin and Rowan ruling Terrasen, Lysandra and Adeion officially adopting Evangeline, Nesryn and Sartaq becoming Khagan and Empress of Antica, all of these don't make enough of a plot on its own. They are great side-plots.

We know all of these characters love each other and are happy together, there isn't that much to be added to their personal stories other than kids. (same way Feyre and Rhys got a baby in Nessian book) Manorian however, they haven't even kissed without it leading to sex, they hugged at the end of KOA and it was the pique of their relationship. Their relationship is merely at the beginning, whereas others have pretty much reached their ultimatum (ofc SJM can decide to add some drama with betrayal, kidnapping, pregnancy etc. but for now everyone is good and settled beside Manorian)

Not to mention the way other relationships would affect them. Chaol, Dorian's brother, and Yrene, Manon's wannabe bestie and Manorian shipper, would bring their baby to meet his/her uncle Dorian and aunt Manon, and imagine Manon with a baby lol.

SJM loves Aelin and other characters way too much not to give us an insight on them as married couples, but since her books are huge and it's her, it needs a plot with drama, addressing traumas, repressed feelings, worldbuilding, and sex, and Manorian's got all of that.

8. Abraxos

We need more Abraxos, that's just a fact.

Wow that was a long one. Anyways, in conclusion, we're getting that Manorian book. Pretty sure it's gonna a book rather than a novella (TOD was also planned as a novella but then guess what) because there is just SO MUCH possible content.

[mionemymind]

Chapter 7: The New Beginning

Fake Memories

Series Summary: After Y/n is caught cheating on Wanda with Carol, Y/n would do just about anything to get Wanda back into her life. But was it even Y/n’s fault that she cheated? Or was it the new enemy set on revenge?

Chapter Summary: Healing isn’t easy, especially when Y/n doesn’t know if she wants to. 

A/n: First, I want to thank you to all the anons that have filled my inbox with nothing but sweet comments. Dealing with family matters is always hard and something I struggle with but reading those made it a little easier. And I think I’m ready to admit this, but the family matter that I’ve been dealing with is that recently, my grandma has passed away. And death is always something hard for me to talk about. But everyday is a new day, and everyday I learn to take a baby steps from this. I will be okay, but all of you have been a tremendous help.  Second, I want to say thank you to a couple friends ( @somewhatgreatexpectations @abimess @randomshyperson @yourtaletotell ) that have helped me come out of my writer's block so hand it to them for helping me update. But just thank you all haven’t given up on me yet. You all are the reason why I still push myself to write. So thank you thank you thank you. (Not my GIF)

Warnings: Anxiety, curse words

Word Count: 6.4k

Masterlist 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |

“Bucky,” looking up from his book, Bucky focused his attention towards Y/n. Still true to his word, Bucky visited Y/n every day regardless of the time. Sometimes he would even sleep on the couch even though it was uncomfortable. Other times, they would just sit around with each other’s company. And if they were lucky, they would do a group board game night with Beth. But she doesn’t quite like playing with them, stating, “Heroes and their uncanny ability to always win.”

“What is it like - in - um - in,” closing his book, Bucky finished Y/n’s sentence with, “therapy?” Nodding her head, she replied, “Yeah, therapy.”

“It’s different.” Bucky paused, not quite really sure how to word out his thoughts. He knew Y/n was still unsure about getting help but all he wanted was the best for the girl. “I mean at first, I didn’t speak at all. I hate being forced into doing things, but it was part of a contract deal with the government. In order to pardon me of all my crimes as the Winter Soldier, I needed to do mandated therapy.”

Rubbing his hands together, Bucky could feel himself getting vulnerable. This was never easy, but he quickly reminded himself that this was for Y/n. “There were a lot of exercises done during the span of a couple of sessions and somehow, I did find myself actually speaking to her. My therapist is a mixture of patience and sternness. She knew when I was avoiding certain things and depending on her call, she would either back off or put a little bit of pressure on me to speak. She matched my energy so it was like speaking to myself.”

“Would you say it helped?” Bucky was quick to nod. As much as he didn’t want to admit it (he did for Y/n’s sake), therapy did end up relieving some of the stress and nightmares of being the Winter Soldier. “Yeah...I would say it did, kid.”

“Would you say that you’re healed?” Bucky thought about it before answering with, “I would say that I’m a little less broken.”

It was quiet in this part of the tower. Almost too quiet. Of course, Y/n didn’t expect terrifying screams or cries for help. But still. It drove Y/n crazy to know that in each room was someone different dealing with their own struggles. She would be happy for them for getting help, but she hated that she needed it too.

“Beth,” Y/n called to grab her attention. The two were walking at a slow pace towards their destination. It wasn’t far but Beth stated clear orders for Y/n to not push herself. “Hmm?”

“Why do I need to heal?” The two continued to walk as Beth thought of a good answer. In fairness, everyone's reasons for wanting to heal were different. To sum it up in one general answer didn’t seem genuine. So Beth asked, “Well...do you want to stay broken?”

Y/n stood still. Whether it was because of Beth’s question or because they reached their destination didn’t quite matter. “I - uh-” Feeling frustrated, Y/n sat at a nearby chair. She ran her hands through her hair as her leg anxiously bounced.

“I don’t even know what I want,” she whispered. Beth squatted in front of Y/n. With one hand she cupped Y/n’s cheek, in the other, she placed it on her knee to stop her leg from bouncing. This may have gone beyond nurse protocol, but is there truly a good protocol to follow when it comes to emotional superheroes?

“Y/n,” Beth whispered sternly. For a second, Y/n looked into Beth’s eyes and felt a little calm but the anxious feeling was still overwhelming. “No one and I mean no one has answers to everything in life. It’s okay to be confused. It’s okay to feel nervous. It’s going to be okay...you hear me?”

Y/n nodded in response. Although Y/n loved to prove a point, it was the way Beth carried herself to be so strong that even her stubbornness wouldn’t be able to fight it. It was the way that Beth was one of the few people in the world that Y/n didn’t feel the constant need to argue about everything. She was one of the few that Y/n could trust to be right. And that scared Y/n.

“Now I wouldn’t be agreeing to this if I didn’t know that things would turn out okay. So at any point, you want to stop, just press this button and I’ll be on my way to you.” Once again, Y/n slowly nodded in agreement as she was given a blue button with a lowercase B in the middle.

“Let's go now, okay? Don’t want to wait any longer for Y/n 2.0.” With a couple of pats to the knee, the two stood up and went to the door. Beth opened it as Y/n walked in with a button in hand and a cane in the other.

“Ah, Ms. Y/n, glad you can join me.” Y/n slowly sat down with a tight lip smile. “Darling, let me introduce myself. I am Dr. Estella Johnson, I will be your new mental health therapist.”

It has been a week since Fury’s meeting. The majority of the Avengers, besides Bucky and Wanda, were tasked with missions near and far, all with the task of finding more information in regards to Hydra’s plan. So far, all of them came back empty-handed.

For Bucky, Fury still tasked the Avenger with dealing with whoever had hurt Y/n in addition to trying to get more information from Memory Man. As for Wanda, the girl never got real orders from Fury as to what to do. Even when she tried to ask, Fury simply dismissed her stating “I have places to go.”

So here she was standing in Y/n’s room with a handful of supplies. The place was still a broken mess, but with enough elbow grease and a touch of magic, Wanda could have it fixed in no time. “Maybe then it will be easier for us to talk,” Wanda hoped.

There was still no new information on Y/n. The same updates “she’s okay” was all that was given to them. Well, that was all that was given to Wanda. The team still didn’t speak much about Y/n. However, Wanda’s patience was running thin, but with a lot of thinking, she knew that it was simply best to wait. Not only that, Fury only unfolded more mysteries for the redhead during the meeting.

With another click of his button, Fury showed an old family picture of Y/n and her parents. “Y/n Wolfenstein. The only daughter of elite members Aldous and Helda Wolfenstein.” It was obvious the room felt a bit different, but Fury couldn’t quite place whether they cared or not.

Click. “Hein Stromanoff better known as Memory Man by us. Not much new detail about him other than what you already know.” Before Fury could click again, Tony had interrupted with, “Actually, this is the first we’ve heard of him.”

With a stoic look, Fury looked to see if Stark was bullshiting with him. This was not the time nor place to pull jokes, especially since his daughter’s safety was growing to be compromised. But when Tony didn’t budge, that’s when more things clicked in Fury’s head. “They don’t know,” he thought. “They seriously don’t know.” Even though Fury had more questions than answers, this was still not the time to ask them.

Putting his feelings aside, Fury said, “Well then. Memory Man was first known after an altercation at one of Tony’s parties a couple of months back. He was quickly captured and apprehended with the help of Carol and Y/n the very next week.”

“Altercation?” Wanda thought. She couldn’t really remember much of an enemy altercation during Tony’s parties for the past few months or any altercation at all. Even as Wanda kept thinking, Fury slightly noticed the fist that Wanda formed at the mention of Carol and Y/n.

“For a couple of months, all that was known about Memory Man was his unique set of powers. He has the ability to replace memories and feelings, however, his powers are only able to work when he touches your head.”

“Replace with what?” Steve asked. Usually, he would be one of the first to be informed of new enemies so it did slightly tick him off that he was only now made aware of Memory Man.

“Different memories or with whatever he pleases. He can alter how we remember things which makes him dangerous. In addition, his effects seem to be permanent. He is unable to reverse any damage done.”

“How did Carol and Y/n even know about this enemy?” Fury looked at Steve as well as the rest of the crew. He could only trust that there was a reason Y/n didn’t tell them what had happened. The only thing Fury wondered thought was why?

“That is none of importance. Now here are your missions.”

It’s been hours later in the day and so far, Wanda has painted the walls, built the furniture, and organized the closet. Everything was new so far but it still needed decorations.

“All done.” Wanda stood near the center of the room, admiring her work. The girl was covered with sweat and paint. The only thing she used her magic for was to remove all the old and broken furniture. Everything else was done by hand. Although she could have gotten everything done in probably 30 minutes with the use of her magic, she wanted to feel accomplished in her work. She also hoped that once Y/n came back from her mission, she would feel in every ounce of the room just how sorry Wanda was for hurting her.

Too busy in thought, Bucky was walking by and noticed that Y/n’s door was opened. Walking in undetected, he noticed the new improvements done to Y/n’s room. What was even more surprising was the redhead in the middle of the room.

“You did this?” Slightly startled Wanda immediately turned around and was relieved to see Bucky. “Yeah, just got done actually.”

Walking further into the room, Bucky was amazed at the sight of everything and practically nodded in approval. Once he was done, he looked at Wanda and slightly smiled to see the small strokes of paint on her. “She did this herself,” he thought.

But with one single feeling of his scar, the weight of what Wanda did brought a whole new perspective of things. Although Bucky didn’t see the mess that Y/n’s room was in, Wanda did. And she didn’t even need an explanation to try and fix things for Y/n.

“Why?” Bucky was curious and hopeful. He didn’t speak much to Wanda to know that she was hurting badly after the altercation. But knowing what he knew, he desperately hoped that this was for a good reason.

“I-” Wanda looked around the room and knew why she had done this but being asked by Bucky was somewhat unexpected. She looked back at him and said, “I have my reasons but I want Y/n to be the first to hear why. So if you happen to see her, please tell her that I just really want to talk to her - honest.” One thing that Bucky did love about Wanda was her ability to wear her heart on her sleeve regardless of all the pain she had been put through, something that sometimes made Bucky jealous. So as he saw the genuine expression on Wanda’s face, he knew he finally had good news for Y/n.

Steve roamed around the facility, his guard held high along with his shield. He was doing his final sweep of the building, wanting to make sure that all Hydra agents were captured. Slowly walking into the last room, he relaxed slightly at its empty state. “All clear. All agents have been detained. Start the evacuation process.”

“Understood Captain.” Steve wedged his shield into the ground as he unbuckled the strap of his helmet. He proceeded to throw it at the wall not caring about his childish reaction. “Fuck,” he screamed internally as he groaned in frustration.

This was the 7th Hydra building that his team had managed to extract and there was not a single bit of information that could be given to help Fury. Although it did help to know that these criminals were being captured, Steve couldn’t help but be so angry. What were they wanting with Y/n? Why did they need Y/n so fucking badly? And where the fuck is Y/n even at?

Pacing around the room, Steve could feel the pressure and anxiety building up inside him. He was a walking volcano waiting to explode. This negative feeling was something Steve wasn’t used to. This was different beyond what he had experienced before. And maybe it was the underlying fact that Steve’s guilt was still eating him up inside. With no known whereabouts of Y/n’s location or even mission, Steve didn’t have a single source of outlet for his guilt. So this whole time, it’s been sitting inside him like a parasite. And it certainly didn’t help that the guilt exponentially increased during the meeting with Fury.

Click. “Across the United States, there have been more than several spottings of Hydra agents and facilities. Not only have their numbers grew but so have their bases. With the information that Sergeant Barnes has managed to retrieve, Y/n is nothing but a lesson to be learned by ALL members of Hydra. A traitor among their ranks is something to not take lightly.”

Click. “This is where we come. While I have increased security around the building, we must figure out Hydra’s next step.” Fury slid each member, besides Wanda, a folder containing all the specific details. “In each folder is a different section of the U.S. with various people and locations. We need to capture and control as many as we can before this gets out of hand.”

With another click, the projector was turned off. “I need at least two reports each week of what your situation is. Other than that, your flights are scheduled for tonight.” And just like that, the ticking time bomb inside Steve started.

“Captain, criminals have been boarded. Surveying agents have also been posted. Waiting for your arrival to departure.”

Not wanting to waste any time, Steve picked up his shield and helmet. What he failed to realize was the small crack that he caused in it. Although it was nothing, Captain America was really close to breaking. “Copy that.”

“She’s doing fine, Carol,” Beth sighed. Whether it was Bucky, Carol, or Fury, Y/n came with a lot of people that cared about her. And unfortunately, that means a lot of people needing daily updates and sometimes hourly updates. This pressure was something new and familiar to Beth, but how she wished for a small break.

“You know I’m not supposed to be giving you this confidential information.” Sometimes it was like these heroes didn’t understand just how much she could lose her nursing license if they found out how lenient she was. “I know. I know. I just-”

“-care for Y/n. I know Carol. I’m glad that you do and as her nurse, I also want what’s best for her. So please let me do my job. I’ll give you updates but relax a little. Y/n is in good hands.” In the middle of filing her reports, her pager had gone off.

Quickly looking at it, Beth read, “Y/n NEEDS you!” Sighing once again, Beth hurriedly said, “I need to go now, Carol. Bye.” Not caring enough to hear her say it back, Beth hung up and left her office.

Running at the speed of sound, Beth maneuvered through the quiet hallways as fast as she could. This was the first time that Y/n had actually used the button and she certainly didn’t want to let the girl down on her promise.

In little to no time, Beth arrived in front of Dr. Estella’s office. Beth quickly knocked and entered the room. She first noticed the tense atmosphere as well as how fast Y/n’s leg was bouncing. In fast strides, Beth squatted beside Y/n and had placed her hand on Y/n’s anxious leg. Out of instinct, Y/n placed her hand above Beth’s and held it.

“Are you okay?” She whispered while noticing the irregular breathing from Y/n. “I-”

“Hello, Beth. I was just telling Y/n about the steps we are going to take to regain her memory.” Beth eyed Estella down, wishing that she could at least be mildly concerned at Y/n’s frightened state.

“They - they want to run tests on me. Beth - I - I don’t want tests. I can’t do tests.” Y/n was terrified. The last time someone wanted to do tests on her was - “Don’t worry honey. They won’t do tests.” Beth turned to Estella with a stern look. “Is there any other way to help her with her memories?”

Estella thought for a moment before standing up. She walked towards her shelf and grabbed two notebooks. She slowly walked towards Y/n and gave the two notebooks to her. Sitting back down, Estella explained, “Old fashioned methods never fail. It may take longer but it’s bound to work.”

Y/n sighed in relief. Her grip on Beth’s hand loosened as she grabbed the two notebooks. “Your assignment for the next couple of months is with every memory, I need you to write it down. Even if you don’t think it’s the right recollection of the memory, it’s still important to write it down. In the other notebook, I need you to write memories that make you feel happy or any memory that is one of your favorites. Every other week, we’ll take a look and talk about it.”

A small alarm came from Estella’s watch, indicating that this session was over. “That's for today Y/n. As always, you are doing wonderful my dear. See you soon now.” Estella gave Y/n a small smile as the duo left the room. As Beth shut the door, Estella couldn’t help but worry for Y/n. “That girl is something else.”

Adjusting to her new schedule was hard, but trusting another person was harder. They were only three sessions in and Y/n hardly spoke. Each session was two hours long. Half of it was dedicated to general mental health therapy while the second half was dedicated to restoring her brain’s memories.

During the first half of the session, Y/n would remain impassive. Her guard was always up and her answers varied in shortness. This lack of participation only led to longer silences that broke when the clock ticked. Something Estell noted was the way Y/n would glance at the clock, waiting for the hour indicator stating that therapy was over.

The second half of the session was drastically different. With each session was a new brain exercise to help Y/n remember. It was like a switch had gone off. Rather than remaining to herself, Y/n would participate in each exercise like a kid in gym class. She was attentive and somewhat anxious to get things started. This was something Estell also noted and she could only hope her questions would be answered.

However, with only three sessions, Estell knew things weren’t going to move quickly when it came to Y/n. There were always patients that didn’t like speaking to someone about their problems. What she found was that superheroes were harder to crack considering they would let their pride and ego get the best of them. But with a quick look at Y/n’s file, she knew that was not the case. Ex hydra member turned to Avenger within days apart from each other didn’t sit well with Estell. Not because of who Y/n was associated with, but the age that she was recruited. A kid shouldn’t have to fight for the world when she can barely process what’s happened to her.

But regardless of the waiting game that Estell had to play, she knew that if she didn't continue to try and break the ice, Y/n would never open up. So today, Estell had in place a different tactic that surely could work.

“Hello, Y/n,” Estell said in her always charming voice. As Y/n sat down in her seat, the first thing she noticed was the sprawl of comics laying on the table in front of her. A glance at them, Y/n knew they only included them.

“I want to start today’s session a bit different if you don’t mind.” Y/n nodded for Estell to continue, hoping she wouldn’t have to talk about the Avengers today. “I understand that therapy is hard and is something that takes some getting used to. So starting today, we will start every session with a bit of light reading. Not only does this improve your brain, but I found that it is a bit of a relaxer.”

Estell got up from her seat and stood in front of the table, glancing at the selection she had. “I wasn’t quite sure on what you like to read so I brought out some comics from my collection. Choose one that you like.”

Looking closely at the selection, the majority of the comics were of Captain America, Iron Man, or Thor. People often called them the “Big Three” but they were only big disappointments. However, deep in the mess of comics, Y/n spotted a familiar logo and managed to grab it without making a bigger mess.

“Nice choice. Let’s see,” looking over her stack, Estell picked up a Hawkeye comic. “I’ll be reading this one today.” She walked back to her seat and mentally made a note of Y/n’s choice.

The two read in silence. At first, Y/n hadn’t meant to actually read but the art was too good to pass over. She then found herself suddenly hooked to the point she didn’t even glance at the clock. The more she read, the more she realized how little she actually knew about Bucky. But a deeper realization hit her, this was the first time Y/n truly realized how much brainwashing she received from her parents.

Of course, she studied about the Winter Soldier from the books provided to her, but none of them ever mentioned how heinous Hydra’s actions were. “We tortured him,” she thought. “And I believed it to be good.”

It had been a while since Y/n thought about her parents and even Hydra. She wanted to remove that part of her life so badly. But how could she when the person that saved her was the same person that she hurt? Before she knew it, Y/n finished the comic, and unfortunately, it had left on a cliffhanger.

Frustrated, she placed the comic back on the table and crossed her arms. Confused by her actions, Estell placed her comic back on the table and jokingly said, “Reading not your forte?”

“It isn’t that. Stupid comic left on a cliffhanger.” Progress, Estell noted. That was the longest sentence Y/n said and she planned on getting more.

“I can bring the next issue for our next session if,” Y/n scooted closer to Estell, needing to know what she had to do. “If you can tell me, is he as scary as they say he is?”

With a small smile on her face, Y/n replied with, “Hardly.”

Bucky sat in his regular seating, eating the ramen he ordered for him and Y/n. As he was slurping his noodles, he felt Y/n’s eyes on him. Making eye contact with her, Y/n gave a ridiculous look to which he responded with, “What?”

“Can you be any louder?” Bucky swallowed before saying, “Absolutely. Want to see?” Bucky held up his next set of noodles with a proud smirk on his face. Rolling her eyes, Y/n said, “No thanks dinosaur.”

“Now you’re just being mean.” Still, Bucky continued to eat his ramen as loud as he possibly could. At one point, Beth came in to change Y/n’s pillows and even commented, “Is it that good, Bucky?”

“Apparently. He won’t stop slobbering it up,” Y/n said sarcastically. Bucky simply laughed at Y/n’s comment as Beth shook her head at Bucky’s actions. She left the room with a nod and soon the two finished up their food while continuing to watch the film that Bucky has put on.

Although the film was interesting, Y/n couldn’t help but think about the information she learned about Bucky. Before she read those comics, all she generally knew about Bucky was that he was Steve’s best friend. At one point, Hydra was involved and had tested on Bucky. A couple brainwashing sessions later, the Winter Soldier was created.

According to Hydra literature, he was one of the most successful assassins they’ve had. Even when he did gain consciousness of his actions, a quick session would quickly devoid him of rebelling against Hydra. He was the person that could get the job done.

After that, things got fuzzy. She knew that Steve was involved in the reasons that Bucky was back but that was it. Even during her time with the Avengers, Bucky hardly spoke about his past. It was something he only confined in with Steve, Sam, and his therapist. Looking at it now, it made sense why the two didn’t speak much. However, Y/n’s anxiety and curiosity got the best of her. She needed to know.

“Did you hate me?” Bucky heard her clearly over the film. He took a moment to think. Before responding, he paused the movie and looked at Y/n. “I hated your family. Not you.”

Y/n’s shoulder slightly relaxed at this revelation but there were still questions she needed answers to. “Did you ever want to hurt me?”

Quick to respond, Bucky said, “Yes but only to get back at Hydra. But I think you leaving the cause will hurt them more than me hurting you.” He ended his sentence with a chuckle while briefly remembering the times that Y/n did piss him off. It was never serious, just Bucky getting made over new things in this generation.

“Bucky...why didn’t we talk before?” Y/n looked away from Bucky, still not ready to admit her attempt.

Taking a leap of faith, Bucky intertwined their hands and said in the most gentle voice, “Because I was childish. I took my hatred and placed it on you when it wasn’t your actions. I looked at you and thought about all the times Hydra hurt me and I just couldn’t get over it. But…”

Bucky sighed, trying his best to overcome this need to build barriers. It was time to be vulnerable. It was time to heal. “I was tired of hurting. So I started to get help and I started to hate you less and I started to love myself for once. And when I found myself removing my hate of Hydra from you, I felt like I couldn’t really talk to you. I spent so much time avoiding you that I didn’t know where to begin. I really would have spoken to you Y/n, I just wish it was under different circumstances.”

“...Me too.” The two continued with their movie and never once did Y/n remove her hand from Bucky’s grip. She found the strong and somewhat gentleness of it to be comforting. Similar to the feeling of a weighted blanket. But rather than the soft feeling of a blanket, Bucky’s coarse hand felt even more comforting.

“We talked about you today.” Bucky leaned back in his chair and said, “Oh, really?” Y/n nodded. Although she wouldn’t mention the jokes that she and Estell shared about Bucky, it sure was the first time she actually enjoyed the therapy.

“Yeah, I talked about how lonely you are,” she teased. Bucky rolled his eyes at the offending comment. “Hey! I have you. That’s gotta count for something.”

“Yikes Bucky. That’s really sad.” Unphased by her comment, Bucky replied, “And to think I was going to get your favorite pullover. Y/n slightly smacked Bucky’s arm with a betrayed expression. “Well did you?”

“Nahh, couldn’t get it. There was someone in the way.” Tilting her head in confusion, Y/n asked, “Who?”

“Wanda.”

“Are you prepared, Y/n?” Feeling her palms sweat, Y/n nodded in agreement as she opened her journal up. “Okay, since this is our first time hearing your memories, let's start easy with any favorites or happy ones that you would like to talk about. Start whenever you’re ready.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Y/n moved to page 3 of her journal and started to read the vague memory she had.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Carol Wanda asked. The two were training today as they worked on better body movements for Y/n’s powers. The easier the flow, the better the trajectory of her powers. It was during the middle of training that they decided to take a small break.

When she was drinking her water, Carol Wanda noticed the jagged breathing coming from Y/n. Even as she asked, Y/n still didn’t respond to her. Putting her water away, Carol Wanda started to walk towards Y/n when suddenly a huge spike surge of Y/n’s powers caused her to flame up.

“Y/n!” Automatically, the sprinklers turned on in the room, but the water that came from it didn’t affect Y/n’s flames. From the looks of it, it probably made it worse.

“ Carol Wanda! It won’t stop!” Y/n could feel the hot flames coming off of her body but nothing was helping. Her breathing was still jagged and her anxiety was causing her powers to act up.

“Do you trust me?!” Carol Wanda yelled through the flames. By now, Carol Wanda used her powers to prevent Y/n’s flames from reaching the ceiling. There was already enough water damage that would cause another pretty penny coming from Tony’s wallet.

And as the two locked eyes, Carol Wanda could feel Y/n. She could mostly feel the anxiety and trust that surged through her but there was something else. With a flick of her wrist, Carol Wanda threw Y/n into the nearby pool and immediately jumped in after her.

Carol Wanda swam towards Y/n seeing that her flames were still trying to fight the water surrounding them. So with one final idea, Wanda grabbed Y/n’s shirt and kissed the girl that made her feel everything at once.

“Tell me Y/n, why is that a favorite memory?” Still feeling nervous about this reveal, Y/n answered with, “I have a - uh - a hard time talking sometimes and I think that was one of the first things I loved about her. She understood what I was feeling before I did. According to her, she just felt me.”

“Do you think she still feels you?” Shrugging her shoulders, Y/n answered timidly with, “I’m not sure if she can...I haven’t been feeling much of anything lately.”

“Well, you’re doing great, Y/n. Do you think you’re able to do another?” Y/n nodded her head again while flipping through a couple pages. Satisfied with her choice, she read.

The night was cold as the two watched the stars from the balcony. With Carol Wanda’s back to Y/n’s chest, they enjoyed the night as best as they could even though the light pollution in the air made it harder to see the stars.

They didn’t speak much until Y/n saw Carol Wanda starting to shiver. Automatically, Y/n used her fire powers to raise the temperature of her body. She brought Carol Wanda closer to her chest as she said, “I told you we needed a blanket.”

“Pshhht. What’s the point of a blanket when I have the best heater as a girlfriend?” Y/n laughed at Carol Wanda’s words since she was always used as either a heater or ac depending on Carol Wanda’s temperature. “Plus, this gives me a better excuse to cuddle.”

“Do you even need an excuse to cuddle?” Carol Wanda shook her head no as she replied, “Not really buttt I don’t want to sound like a clingy girlfriend.”

“Does it matter what you sound like? As long as you’re my girlfriend, everything is going to be alright.”

“I think this is one of my favorites just because it feels calm.” Estell tilted her head, indicating for Y/n to continue. “I’ve always been surrounded by chaos that I hardly know what it feels like to be calm. And when I try to calm down, it ends up feeling weird to me. So this was one of the few times that feeling calm wasn’t bad.”

“I know that this is only our seventh session, but you’ve been progressing at such a great pace Y/n. I’m very proud of you for the steps you’re taking. And if you’re up to do one more, we can end this session after. Let’s do something a little more vulnerable if you don’t mind.”

Flipping through her favorites, there weren’t really ones where she felt vulnerable but in between the pages, she found the right one.

“When did you realize you were into girls?” Y/n and Carol Wanda lied in bed, bodies tangled together as the tv played in the background. There were a couple empty bottles lying around as the twin decided to steal some of Tony’s stash. It wasn’t like he was going to notice.

“I never really thought about it before,” Y/n replied honestly. Time in Hydra didn’t really allow her to think much about love. It was always about the future of Hydra.

“Then how did you know that you wanted to date me?” Y/n thought about the first time that she saw Carol Wanda and the months that lead after their first encounter. She thought about how Carol Wanda made her feel and how she continued to make her feel.

“I look at you and feel a little more human. Even my parents couldn’t make me feel like that. So this feeling has to be different compared to the rest. You’re not like the rest. So I only assumed this was what love felt like.” With teary eyes, Wanda kissed the love of her life.

After Y/n’s tenth session in therapy, she was cleared by Beth and Estell to go back to her room up in the tower. Although she was scared to see the team, Bucky warned her that they were going to be gone for a while. Something about important missions which only relaxed Y/n.

As she walked into her room, Bucky trailing behind her with all her shit, she stopped at the entrance amazed at what she saw. “Why must you have so much shit with you?”

“I’m high maintenance. Get over it before I tell Beth.” Bucky rolled his eyes at the small threat but no matter what he says, he will always be scared of Beth.

The two stood in silence as Y/n soaked in her improved room. She barely remembered what it was like before her breakdown, but seeing it transformed was still a lot to process.

“What do you think?” Y/n walked in and touched the new sheets she got. “No more sleeping on the floor,” she thought. The more she looked around the more she couldn’t help but not believe what she was seeing. “Did she really do this?”

“Yeah, kid. She did all of it.”

Finding herself to be hungry, Y/n walked to the kitchen late at night and grabbed food from her cubby. The feeling almost felt too surreal as she remembered the countless times that she had to starve to survive. “No more,” she thought. Grabbing a couple chips, she went back to her room and stopped midway at the sight of Wanda.

“Y/n?” She said in disbelief.  Rubbing her eyes awake, she still found Y/n standing right there. This wasn’t an illusion that her mind created. She was really here.

Taking a step forward, Wanda asked, “When did you get back home?” Y/n scratched her neck, feeling anxious about the situation. “Today.” Wanda took another step forward and said, “You’re really here.”

Subconsciously, Wanda’s power reached out to Y/n. It almost brought Wanda to tears. She could finally feel Y/n and she no longer felt like nothing.

Feeling her anxiety rise, Y/n started to walk past Wanda but her words stopped her. “Please give me a chance to tell you I’m sorry.”

“I - I don’t know Wanda. I-” Wanda walked back in front of Y/n and softly grabbed her hands. This only increased Y/n’s anxiety as she couldn’t handle all of this at once. “Please.”

Y/n pulled her hands away from Wanda and started to open her door. She responded with, “You don’t even know everything.” As Y/n started to close her door, Wanda said, “So then please tell me.”

“I - I can’t.” Y/n closed her door, feeling her anxiety reaching its peak but Wanda still tried as she said, “I’ll be here when you can.”

Deep under the states lied the very organization that the Avengers were hunting. Behind all the forgotten cities, railroads, and trash was Hydra. In almost the middle of nowhere stood a tall man with a sharp beard and eyes full of hatred.

He was surrounded by mere agents that followed his command at every beating second. On the screen in front of him lay his target of more than three years.

With an insidious smile, he said, “We’re coming for you Y/n”

Chapter 8

A/n: I hope this update was worth the wait. I never want to disappoint y’all 

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MLWTBB: First Time For Everything

aka the (continued) journey into my self insert nonsense✨

chapter summary: the eventful night is over, and Hannah and Hunter are ready to go home, but neither of them are finished confessing to each other quite yet...

notes: this is a continuation of my story, “My Life With The Bad Batch”; I highly recommend reading that first before this one! I created a few new planets for this story. I’m also not 100% versed in SW terminology, so forgive me if some things are labeled incorrectly! each chapter will be rated accordingly, as opposed to the overall fic. lastly, there is romance in this story. hope you enjoy! 💙

add. notes: this chapter was edited and proofread by my sis @jam-n-ham! thanks sis!! 😋💙

closing message: and here we are, the end of yet another long, multi-chapter fic. it was a huge deal for me when I finished MLWTBB earlier this year, and although I said I planned on continuing the series, I honestly was unsure if I would make it this far. but I did! and I have a LOT more to come! so thank you everyone who took time to read this (as well as all of my other stories!), and I hope you all look forward to the further adventures of me and TBB! 💙💙💙

Chapter 19 (Final), 3200+ words, rated T (mostly just for smooching and a smidge of suggestive things 😋)

previous chapters: Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

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The walk back to Hannah’s apartment wasn’t going to be quick, by any means. Even if there had been no threat of danger, it was still quite a distance between the watchtower and the apartment building. It was already quite late as well, and Hannah had definitely begun feeling the effects of physically exerting herself for most of the night. But as to be expected, Hunter took the lead and held Hannah by the hand, guiding her back through the dark streets of Ord Mantell with an air of caution and care.

Unsurprisingly, the trip was quiet for the most part. Even if they didn’t both enjoy the silence so much, Hannah’s fatigue made her even less talkative than normal. They didn’t go entirely without speaking to each other though. Hannah still had some questions she wanted answered.

“So, be honest,” Hannah began. “What was the first thing that attracted you to me? Physical or not, doesn’t matter, just the first thing that, like, made your heart flutter or whatever.”

“Oh man,” Hunter replied, scratching the back of his neck. “Uhh... probably your smile, I think.”

“Aww, really?”

“Yeah, you have a cute smile. And believe it or not, as sensitive as I am to sound, I really love hearin’ you laugh.”

Almost like she wanted to prove it, Hannah broke out into a fit of laughter. She covered her mouth to soften the loudness of it, but like usual, her laugh was almost too much to muffle.

“Dare I ask what part of me you were most attracted to first?” Hunter asked once Hannah’s laughter had died down.

“Oh gosh, I mean, I was pretty smitten with you right away. Even through the armor. Your body is... fantastic.” Hannah bit her lip and ran a hand along the back of Hunter’s shoulders, causing him to shiver a bit. “But also, like... you are stupidly handsome, dude. Tattoo or not.”

A flustered blush broke out on Hunter’s face and he cleared his throat. “You think so, huh?”

“Oh absolutely. I’m genuinely shocked you haven’t had girls flocking to you up until now.”

Hunter looked torn. Clearly, he wasn’t used to hearing such things. “Well, lucky you, I guess.”

There was no way he could fully hide anything from Hannah anymore, and her eyes squinted a bit as she studied Hunter’s face. “You don’t believe me, do you? Or should I say, you don’t agree with me?”  

“I mean... not really,” Hunter replied with a shrug.

Hannah scoffed. “And you get on my case all the time about disliking my own appearance?”

“Hey, isn’t it a good thing that we find each other attractive? Can’t that be enough?” Hunter’s tone was borderline irritated, and it both saddened and frustrated Hannah to hear.

A moment of silence went by before Hannah said anything else. “Have you always thought that way about yourself? Or was it because... others told you that?”

Hunter kept his face turned away from her as he spoke. “Bit of both, I guess... I try to not let other’s opinions of me affect me too much, but... I dunno, it’s a bit harder hearin’ it when you’re a kid...”

Immediately, Hannah wrapped her arms around Hunter’s waist and snuggled her face into his shoulder. “I’m sorry, babe...”

Hunter said nothing and just wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close as they continued to walk.

After another short period of silence, Hannah asked if she could ask another question. Hunter didn’t mind at all; he was still happy to answer her questions.

“Alright, so...” Hannah sighed and laughed a bit. “I’m probably the most curious about this above everything else. But it’s ok if you don’t have an answer for it.”

Now Hunter was genuinely curious to know what the question was.

“Do you... do you remember... or do you know in general...” Hannah sighed again. “Sorry, lemme start over. Do you know... hmm... no...” She cleared her throat. “What... what was the moment where you... where you knew... you know?”

Hunter had been holding back a snicker and finally let it out. “I don’t... Knew what?”

Redness began to show on Hannah’s cheeks, and she bit her lip in contemplation while looking down at the ground. “You know... when you fell in love with me?”

Hunter’s face immediately softened. “Oh... umm...” He went quiet for a moment to ponder the question. “I think I do, yeah. It was a while ago, actually.”

“Yeah?” Hannah’s face lit up. “Me too.”

“Oh yeah? How long?”

Hannah chuckled a bit out of embarrassment. “Since... Volruna...”

Hunter’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Yeah...”

“Oh... well... me too.”

Now Hannah’s eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh, seriously?”

“Thinkin’ about it... yeah. I’ve been in love with you since Volruna.”

If Hannah’s heart could’ve burst out of her chest, it would have. She clutched Hunter’s hand to her chest and looked at him adoringly. “I’ve loved you since Volruna too...”

For a moment, they just stared at each other lovingly, with Hannah keeping Hunter’s hand close to her chest. He could feel her heartbeat and it gave him a sense of calm he’d never experienced before.

“What was the moment?” Hannah eventually asked. “The moment where... you just knew.”

Hunter took in a breath through his nose and thought for a moment. “The Prism Palace... it was at the Prism Palace.”

Hannah blinked in surprise. “Really? Oh... was it when I gave you that little...” She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the side of his mouth, and he chuckled.

“No, but that was nice, thanks.” Hunter gave Hannah a little squeeze, which made her giggle. “Nah, it was... it was right before that actually.”

Now Hannah was even more curious and watched Hunter intently as he spoke.

“Everything that had happened up until then was... a lot. I wasn’t even sure exactly how I felt about you. I knew I liked you and I was definitely attracted to you. But... there was somethin’ else. Something I’d never felt before. And then when we got to the Prism Palace and you spilled your heart out to me –tellin’ me about your family and all that – I figured it out. I loved you. And you choosin’ to stay so that I could leave... kriff, it broke my heart. I knew after that, I was gonna do whatever it took to keep you safe. To not lose you again.”

Unsurprisingly, Hannah had been brought to tears by his words. She had already figured out the last part a while ago. But hearing him say it out loud, hearing the inflection of pure love in his tone... she could’ve melted. His hand was still clutched between both of hers, and she brought it up to her face to nuzzle into it, placing a few gentle kisses just above his knuckles.

“Well gee, mine’s nowhere near as emotional as that,” Hannah eventually joked with a chuckle.

“That’s fine,” Hunter reassured her. “Wait, hang on, lemme try and guess it. Just tell me: was it before or after mine?”

“Before,” Hannah answered, sounding almost ashamed.

The signature thoughtful pose of Hunter clutching the base of his chin reappeared as he pondered the answer. This time, Hannah finally admitted how cute she thought it was, which prompted Hunter to teasingly tell her to not distract him.  

After another moment of thought, Hunter grimaced a bit. “Don’t tell me it was the Loth Cat toy...”

Hannah threw her head back with a hardy laugh. “Why do you hate Grumpy Pants so much? But no, that wasn’t it. You’re close though...”

Hunter’s eyes squinted and he studied her face to try and ascertain the answer from her. “Wait... the sugar sticks?”

Hannah’s lips tightly pursed together. “It was during that moment, yes.”  

A puzzled look crossed Hunter’s face, and it made Hannah giggle.

“Let me just tell you,” Hannah said, letting out a small sigh. “So, it started before we even left together. I had... made this sort of bet with Omega – more like a promise, really. Cause I had gotten a glimpse of your softer side earlier, and I was so determined to see more of it. So, I told Omega that I wasn’t planning on even coming back until I’d gotten a laugh out of you. I knew it was gonna be near impossible, buuuuut I was up for the challenge.” She started laughing as she recalled the moment. “It was so stupid. Possibly the stupidest joke I’ve ever made in my entire life. But I said it, right after we’d gotten those sugar sticks, and well...” The memory made her break out into a fit of giggles. “You let out the most genuine laugh I’ve ever heard. At my stupid little joke. And I guess it touched me enough to realize that... that it wasn’t just a fleeting thing. I had strong feelings for you, and I could finally put a word to it. I was in love with you. And I haven’t questioned that for a single second.”

The touched expression on Hunter’s face spoke volumes. He felt the same way of course, never once questioning his own feelings for her. It made him even more regretful that he’d ever tried to stifle a relationship with Hannah. There was nothing that was going to separate them from that point forward though. Not if he could help it.

Hunter didn’t ponder these thoughts for long, as the context of Hannah’s confession was too silly to ignore. He couldn’t help himself and broke out into a fit of snickers. “I wish I could be more surprised by that, but I’m not. Your sense of humor is so weird; it’s adorable. Just like you.” He pulled Hannah in closer and gave her a big smooch on the side of her face, causing her to break out into giggles again.

“We’re both just a couple of weirdos, trying to make our way through the galaxy,” Hannah joked.

“That’s for sure. With emphasis on the couple now.”

“And don’t you forget it!” Hannah pulled Hunter’s face down to kiss him on the lips, making an audible smacking noise for emphasis.

The rest of the trip was spent recalling some of their favorite memories of each other. Since Hunter was so well-known for keeping an eye on things, it wasn’t surprising that he’d noticed so many things about Hannah. Brief little things that seemed so mundane to her were treasured moments to Hunter. And to his surprise, it was the same way with Hannah towards him. He wasn’t the only one who liked to take note of other people, and all things considered, the fact that she prioritized him so highly shouldn’t have been so surprising. Neither of them liked being in the spotlight for very long, but when it came to each other, the attention was a welcome act.

By the time they made it back to Hannah’s apartment, it was well into the night. The moon was high in the sky and already starting its descent down again. And yet, it still hadn’t felt long enough, and they both regretted having to end their time together. But it wasn’t really an end. If anything, their time together was just getting started.

Unsurprisingly though, Hannah wanted to use any excuse possible to not have to go the long stair-filled journey up to her apartment. “If I have to see one more step today, I’m going to explode,” she lamented.

Lucky for her, her newly acquired lover still had enough energy for both of them and practically dragged her all the way up the stairs. “See? That wasn’t so bad,” Hunter said once they’d made it to the apartment. “Easier than the watchtower, right?”

Hannah looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “Babe, you literally had to carry me up the last flight.”

“And?” Hunter teased as he carefully set Hannah down on her feet again. “Worked out great for me.” He got a playful bop on the arm and snickered.

“So how much you wanna bet they’re still up?” Hannah asked, keeping a hand hovered over the door panel.

“All of ‘em? Nah. Tech, maybe. You know how late he likes to stay up.”

“True... usually not this late though. If any of them are still up, it’s probably Echo. Call it a bestie feeling.”

Their predictions set in place, Hannah motioned for them to be quiet and then finally opened the door. As expected, the room was dark inside except for the small bit of light coming through the open door. The curtains hanging over the back door were slightly cracked, which allowed a sliver of light to cascade into the sitting area. Snoring could easily be heard and was immediately recognized as Wrecker and Tech, who were spotted sleeping on the couch together. Another figure was nearby, sitting up awake and reading a datapad on a pile of pillows made into a makeshift seat.

“Well,” came the instantly recognizable voice of Echo. “Look who finally decided to come back.”

“Told ya,” Hannah smugly said, playfully conking Hunter in the chest.

Echo sat his datapad down and walked over to them as they came further into the room. “So, how was it?” he teasingly asked.

Hannah and Hunter both looked at each other, then back at Echo again.

“Oh, it was terrible,” Hannah blatantly replied.

“The worst,” Hunter added, acting completely serious.

“Absolutely awful.”

“Hated every second of it.”

The unamused face Echo gave them broke Hannah enough to make her sputter and start snickering. “You know what,” Echo said, his tone as unamused as his expression. “It’s probably better that I not know what you two were doing. You can just keep that information to yourselves; I’m good.”

“Oh, come oooon, Echo,” Hannah said with a fake whine. “Don’t you wanna hear in detail about all the times we--”

“Nope!” Echo quickly retorted. “No thank you!”

Hannah began snickering again while covering her mouth to not be too loud. Wrecker stirred a bit in his sleep, which prompted everyone to keep their voices down.

“Well, I’m gonna get some much-needed sleep now,” Echo said in a quieter voice. “You two do whatever you’re gonna do. Just remember there’s other people in the room now.” He was playfully poked by Hannah before going back to his pillow seat, now with the intent of snuggling up into his signature blanket burrito.

“Guess that means it’s time for us to head to bed too,” Hunter said with a sigh.

“Yeah...” Hannah also sighed, but hers morphed into a yawn. “Wish we didn’t have to though.”

“I know...” Hunter grabbed both of Hannah’s hands and held them gently. “Just remember: this wasn’t our last night together. Not by a long shot.”

A soft smile spread on Hannah’s face. She already knew it in her heart, but hearing it out loud was still reassuring.

Per the norm, the two of them took some time to just stare into each other’s eyes and hold hands in silence. If they could’ve stayed that way forever, they would have. But Hannah felt herself physically unable to stay awake for much longer and was the one to eventually break the silence.

“Goodnight, handsome,” she softly said, giving Hunter’s hands a little squeeze.

Hunter ran his thumbs across the back of Hannah’s hands and held them just a bit tighter. “Goodnight... my love.”

The smile on Hannah’s face grew, and within seconds, her lips were on his, giving him a loving and tender kiss. They held the kiss much longer than necessary and were slow to part. Their clasped hands and gazes on each other remained as Hannah slowly walked backwards into her room. The last thing Hannah did was give Hunter an adoring smile before shutting the door for the night.

Hunter let out a wistful sigh once she was gone. He looked down at his own hands, still feeling the warmth of Hannah’s touch on them. They still had her scent as well, and he brought his hands up to his face to take a deep inhale in ecstasy. Even though he was tired, it was probably going to be a bit before he could fall asleep for the night.  

Regardless, he walked over to the sitting area and plopped down on the other makeshift seat of pillows across from Echo. Maybe it was the events of the night that had gotten him so pensive, but Hunter looked between each of his sleeping brothers fondly. He was so grateful for them, and especially grateful that Hannah had welcomed them all in as her own. She truly was everything he’d dreamed of having as a partner. Reaching into one of his pockets, Hunter pulled out the good-luck charm he’d been gifted, and he mindlessly began fiddling with it as he replayed the events of the night in his mind.

Meanwhile, Hannah was having a time of her own in her room. Right after she’d shut the door, she practically collapsed against the wall and let out a long, dreamy sigh. Her hands clasped tightly to her chest and her eyes shut as she reminisced on everything that had happened. She truly felt like the luckiest woman in the whole galaxy and had never been so happy in her entire life.  

Her eyes eventually opened again, and she was met with the sight of a small figure curled up asleep in her bed, surrounded by pillows and plushies. Hannah took a moment to fondly watch her sweet little sister, almost lamenting the fact that she couldn’t gush about the night to her right away.

After changing out of her clothes and into some comfy pajamas, Hannah slowly and carefully crawled into the bed, next to Omega. She tried her best to not wake the little girl, but to no avail as Omega began to stir once Hannah tried to lay down on her pillow. Omega’s eyes slowly blinked open to the sight of Hannah smiling down at her, and immediately she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up.

“You’re back!” Omega exclaimed, prompting Hannah to shush her. In a quieter tone, she began bombarding Hannah with questions. “How was it? Did you have fun? What did you do? Where did you go?” She covered her mouth and let out a small gasp. “Did he kiss you?”

The smile on Hannah’s face spread into a wide, cheesy grin. “Uhh, what do you think, sis?”

Immediately, Omega broke out into a flurry of happy squeals and practically tackled her big sister, causing her to go into her own fit of happy laughter. It was all over after that, as Hannah began going into detail about the night while Omega sat and listened intently.

They had no idea they could be heard from the other room. Even though they weren’t being that loud, Hunter could still hear them through the walls, and a delighted smile never left his face until their voices finally died down, signaling that they’d gone to bed for the night.

The last thing Hunter saw before falling asleep that night was the bouquet of fake flowers Hannah kept on her kitchen counter. From the small amount of light feeding in through the back door, he could see another small object sitting next to the vase: a small cup with a single blue-green flower in it.  

A perfect sight to end a perfect night.

TO BE CONTINUED...