#i'm also trying to decide whether my (very little) confidence can handle me offering a couple short fics for the fandom loves PR thing

[viperbranium]

This is one of the extra ficlets I wrote as backer rewards for the NWY fanbook. I think we’re good to post them now, sooo... Here, have some Shrunkyclunks~

Out of all the weird shit Bucky’s had to put up with in his life, getting knocked to the ground in the middle of the night inside his own apartment might be the winner.

One second he’s stumbling in the dark to get some water, and the next one he’s lying on his back and there’s a huge man towering over him, combat boots bracketing his hips and some sort of weapon, big and blunt and heavy, digging uncomfortably into Bucky’s sternum.

Bucky grunts and balls his hand into a fist, bracing himself for the fight. One-armed or not he’s spent the last two years working his ass off to beat some sort of normalcy back into his life, and if this fucker thinks he can fuck up his sleeping pattern again he’s in for a surprise. Then the man speaks.

“Stand down, soldier,” his attacker says, voice deep and full of command, and oh.

Bucky knows that voice. He knows what the round, heavy object the man’s using to pin him down is. He cracks up.

“Captain America,” Bucky greets him, and maybe he should be a bit surprised himself that a national icon just broke into his house, but right now he’s mostly relieved, and, if he’s being honest with himself, this is far from the strangest thing that has happened to him. Besides, he can just picture the confusion on the man’s face, and that makes everything even more hilarious. “Welcome to my humble abode. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

After a few instants, Captain Rogers says, “This is a SHIELD safe house.”

He says it matter-of-factly, and sounds exactly like someone who’s starting to realize they’ve made a mistake, and who’s hoping that if they state their words dryly enough, like they believe them, that’ll make them true. Bucky’s abs hurt from holding back the laughter.

“Sorry to disappoint you, pal, but this is my apartment,” Bucky tells him, patting his calf. Captain America doesn’t move. “I’d fire whoever gave you that intel if I were you.”

That seems to remind the man of something, and Bucky, still lying atop his ugly, old carpet, watches as he reaches up to his earpiece. A moment later a woman’s voice comes through.

“You there yet, Rogers?” she says. Bucky knows that voice too.

Natasha Romanoff had walked into his coffee shop a few years ago, talking to someone on her phone in Russian as she waited in the line. When it was her turn, Bucky’d also greeted her and taken her order in Russian. She had smiled, and she’d kept coming.

A couple hours after the Avengers had saved the city she’d paid him another visit, gorgeous even while sporting a few cuts and bruises, and still wearing her suit. “Long day, huh?” Bucky’d teased. Natasha had only smirked.

Bucky likes to think they’re sort of friends.

Right now, Bucky could swear Natasha sounds mighty well pleased with herself. Captain America must think so as well, because he groans and finally takes a step back, offering Bucky his right hand to help him stand.

“Where the hell did you send me?”

“Hey!” Bucky protests jokingly, moving to turn on the light.

“Chill, Rogers. Barnes’ place is probably as safe as any SHIELD facility right now. It’s not like anyone would look for you there…”

“I could’ve hurt him!” Cap counters, scandalized. Natasha chuckles.

“It’s okay, James is a strong guy.” Bucky can practically hear her smirk through the coms. “He could probably bench-press you, if that’s your thing. You do look like the kinky type.”

“Natasha!”

“I’ll leave you boys to it. Extraction is at 0900, Steve.”

Bucky hears the line disconnect, somewhere between disbelieving and thoroughly amused. He’s pretty sure he’s never told Natasha about his gargantuan crush on Steve Rogers, but he’s willing to bet that she knows anyway, and he’s not about to look this gift horse in the mouth.

The man is currently standing in full uniform in the middle of his living room pinching the bridge of his nose, a hint of delicious red coloring his cheeks after Natasha’s implication, and honestly, no matter what comes out of this, that woman’s getting free coffee for a lifetime.

“I’ve got some clothes you can borrow, if you wanna change out of that suit.” Or no clothes. No clothes is good. They wouldn’t fit you anyway.

“Yeah, that’d—” Captain America starts, and then cuts himself off when he finally looks up at Bucky.

And maybe this isn’t how Bucky would’ve liked to meet him, barefoot and shirtless and wearing a pair of pajama pants so old they’re see-through… but Natasha must’ve really known what she was doing, because the man takes a moment to very pointedly check Bucky out.

He drags his eyes slowly down Bucky’s body, and all the way back up, undeterred by the missing arm or Bucky’s messy hair or his two days’ worth of stubble—a stark contrast to the Captain’s perfect, clean-shaven look.

Cap clears his throat. “That’d be great, thank you,” he says, and fucking bats his eyelashes at him. Bucky thinks he might be having a stroke. “And sorry about Nat, she’s… dedicated to her cause.”

“It’s okay, you’re not her first attempt” Bucky smiles. “She tried to hook me up with Maria Hill before learning that I was as gay as sparkles on a unicorn.”

“I should’ve known this was a set-up.” Rogers smirks, eyes full of mischief. “I was thinking you went down too easily for a HYDRA agent…” And oh, he’s a cheeky little fucker. Bucky’s gone for.

“I’m half-asleep!” he protests. Captain Rogers laughs.

“Pleasure to meet you, Half-asleep, I’m Steve,” he says, a fond, slightly awkward smile on his lips as he holds out a hand.

Bucky groans and makes a show of rolling his eyes at him, but shakes it anyway. “Bucky,” he replies, smiling right back, and makes a mental note to check whether he can afford to get Natasha a car for Christmas.

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘 × 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟹𝙺

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚄

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I breathed out an airy and desolate sigh through my nose, obviously I unconsciously did it a little too loud as the raven haired male sitting across from me looked down at the floor.

"It was all my fault.....wasn't it?"

I looked up, the glasses sitting on my nose bridge tilting slightly that I had to push them back up so I could study his features, or should I say, his expressions. His eyelids never blinked once, his eyes were trained on the pattern of the carpet underneath him, but I knew his mind was elsewhere. I looked with pity at the bandages wrapped around his wrists, some of the edges stained with fresh blood. I gulped slightly, my stomach threatening to spill out my meager lunch of an apple and avocado toast slice from earlier. I could handle hearing patients tell and retell me about how they stabbed their parents to death, cut off their significant other's genitals because they were unloyal to them, even tackled a deranged lunatic that once tried to...... seduce me to put mildly.......

But to this day, I can't help but get dizzy when I treat or deal with patients who are self harming victims, because yes, they are victims. Victims of their own self loathing, guilt, and depressive state that isn't their fault. It just pains me so much to see them resort to such drastic measures...

But I'm also not stupid and know some, if not most only do it for attention or to manipulate others, and Yunho is a case not far from it. Which is why I was the one sent to deal with him. All the other psychologists would have fallen for his sad puppy eyes, good looks, well built physique and would have released him too early into the world. Not that he's dangerous and a threat to society, but he's not emotionally nor mentally stable to go deal with daily life yet. And I'm not a softie by any means even if I'm patient and meek doctor when necessary. But I'm objective and I seek deeper into the true person hiding behind the front they put in front of me.

"Do you believe it was your fault Yunho?" Usually one would get scolded for answering a question with a question, but I prefer this method in order to get my patients to reason and draw out their own conclusions......

And makes them pour out their true answers.

I watch Yunho ponder for a moment.

"It has to be- otherwise she wouldn't have...wouldn't have-"

He bites back a choked sob, teeth tightening and gritting against themselves as he fails to contain his tears. His hands cover his face as he begins to cry uncontrollably, desperate and heartwrenching wails resonating throughout the 4 walls keeping us company. Reaching for the purple plaid box on the coffee table between us, I take out a few tissues and stand up from my seat. Lightly tapping on his shoulder, I whisper a 'here' to him. He thanks me, but since he's crying too hard no sound comes out his throat. For the next few minutes, he's blowing out his runny nose, all red just like his eyes from crying too hard. He's sniffling while trying to control his previous hyperventilating session. I want to hug him or at least give him a pat in the back. But I can't, I can only sit back and try to imagine the agony he's probably going through, try to put myself in his shoes as I dive deep into the event that got him here in the first place:

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Coming back from a trip to the store, Yunho momentarily looks around confused when he heard his baby daughter crying. Quickly putting the bags on the kitchen counter, he makes his way over to the nursery that adjoined the main bedroom. Calling out for his wife, he receives no response as he walks down the hallway. He calls once more for her but stops midway as he opens the slightly ajar door. His heart stops beating and his veins run cold as he stares into the lifeless body of his beloved wife hanging in the room, feeling as if the oxygen is being ripped out from his lungs, suffocating slowly.

As if sensing his agitation, his daughter's cries from the other room grow louder, so much that they raise concern from their next door neighbor, a kind and sweet old lady who more than once has offered her help in watching over the child or help them out in any way she could. Typing in the passcode, she makes it there just in time to stop the tall male from inflicting more harm upon himself as he holds onto his wife's body in agony. Having been left with no choice, she immediately calls for an ambulance, who arrive there shortly and take him to a nearby hospital.

He was monitored 24/7 as he had a history of attempted suicide before. The nurses and doctors didn't want another episode to happen again, not wanting to leave a barely 1 year old fatherless as well as motherless. As an investigation went, police found a journal hidden deep between the mattresses on the bed. When they poured over the first pages, they knew there was much more to the story than just a doting husband who couldn't live without his wife, hence why he was relocated to the infamous asylum......

And a specialized woman was tasked to not only unmask the truth, but hopefully help a poor broken mind be put back together again.

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Hence why I'm here now, the folder I had read over and over again still on my lap. It honestly amazed me that I'd actually get to work on a case like this, and of course I took up the challenge of digging into a mind like Yunho's, not just to help him, but to leave a precedent for any other situations like this that came after.

"A precedent?" I remember the officer asking me.

"Yes. You'd be surprised just how common these types of toxic relationships there are in an everyday basis yet no one ever looks deeper because they're too focused treating a depressed person who's trying to kill themselves and don't focus on what they really are...."

Shutting the folder, I tucked it under my arm before turning on my heel.

"A manipulative individual who'll do anything to keep someone tied to them forever."

That's how I viewed Yunho, it's how I should be viewing him. At least until I could hopefully get him to change.

"How's......is my daughter ok?"

I let out a soft hum and nod as I scribbled something down on the notepad.

"She's fine. We're having someone take care of her in the meantime, don't worry."

Yunho let out a sigh of relief, fingers fidgeting against his thighs as he mustered up the courage to say something.

"Could I.....could I please see her?"

From the sad look in my eyes he could already tell the answer was negative.

"I'm sorry Yunho....I'm afraid until we see some improvement, we can't allow you to be reunited with her just yet."

I tried to keep my voice steady as I said that, bracing myself to possibly see him breakdown once more. He had already lost his wife and now learning that his only child was forced away from him could possibly send him spiraling down into another episode.

But Yunho instead took a deep breath and seemed calm.

"I understand.....it's ok..." I knew he was saying those last two words more to himself than to me.

Lifting his face up, he suddenly shocked me by looking so bright and rather happy.

"So I guess it's best if we begin right?"

Even to this day, I don't know whether I should have been delighted to have such a compliant patient.....

Or terrified.

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"Tell me Yunho, what was your first reaction when you saw your wife?"

A subtle hint of a smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"I thought she was the kindest and most caring person in the world, very pretty too. She just walked in and the room instantly lit up."

He was reminiscing about those times, I could tell. That fond look on his face was unmistakable.

"Do you believe you fell in love at first sight with her?"

His smile suddenly dissipated, eyebrows scrunching together as if recollecting memories from so long ago.

"I think.......I felt attracted to her.....but.....I don't think it was love?"

I could tell he felt conflicted with himself, but that's exactly what I wanted. I want him to question every feeling and sensation he felt at the moment so he could decide for himself if it was real or just a mere illusion he held. If he starts to second guess or question what he felt then he'd start reasoning and come to the conclusion that what he felt was wrong and mistaken. He'd see that his actions weren't justified.

"So when do you truly believe you fell in love with her?"

I stopped writing on my notepad and watched him close his eyes as he tried to pinpoint the exact time he felt whatever he thought was love.

"One night....one of our friends was feeling down in spirits. I witnessed how caring she was towards them...kindly reassuring them that they were loved, that they mattered. I vividly remember her kind eyes and loving smile as she comforted them. Then it hit me that she was that kind of person. Selfless, caring, doting, would sacrifice anything for her friends and family...... it was hard for anyone not to fall in love with her."

He turned his hand over, studying the wedding ring that he still wore to this day, the engravings of their initials being his prime interest.

"And at that moment I knew I had to have her. I couldn't let anyone else have her. I wanted her.... that love, compassion, empathy..her confidence and strong nature, I wanted-"

He stopped mid sentence and his eyes wizened in horror as he came to the realization I had foreseen long ago. He looked up at me, meeting my unwavering eyes that held no emotion at that moment.

"She had all the qualities I had always lacked in."

I took my glasses off and nodded.

"And I unconsciously wanted them for myself.... but the only way I could have them was...through her?" He seemed sickened with himself.

"Not exactly Yunho. You could have learnt to love yourself and raise your self esteem." I quickly scribbled my observation down.

"But I didn't. Instead I caged her up and slowly tore her down."

I couldn't help but let out an involuntary smile as he drew out that conclusion.

"Glad to know you've accepted that fact, even if it took several months for you to understand."

Shutting the notepad, I lifted myself up from my chair, straightening my blouse. Yunho followed suit.

"Is our session over?" He was always so polite, always escorting me out and holding the door open for me, which other doctors would have adamantly refused, too scared to come close to their patients. But not me. I let them have certain liberties at times.

"Not yet Yunho. As you've made remarkable progress, I got permission for you to see someone."

He was momentarily confused for a split second. Poor thing probably thought it was one of the nurses coming in to give him some new medication to take, which he hated with a passion. Stepping outside for a brief moment, I happily took the young baby in my arms, the little girl already used to seeing me as I always went to go see her after being with Yunho for a few hours. When I came back inside he had his back turned to me, once again staring off into nowhere. The light gurgled babbles the baby emitted caught his attention immediately. He whipped his head around so fast I thought he'd break his neck for a second. He teared up as the child began squealing in excitement as she recognized her father right away.

"Oh my-" He choked up with tears that he couldn't finish his sentence.

I calmly walked over to him, lightly bouncing the baby in my arms. Yunho hesitantly reached his hands out.

"Can I..?" He had such a hopeful glint in his eyes.

I didn't answer, I merely held his daughter out to him. As soon as she felt his embrace, she latched onto him as if he was one of the teddy bears she often slept with. Perhaps he was one.

No....he is one.

In my time of spending time with Yunho, I've come to strongly believe he is a sweet and tender individual. And judging by the way the little girl feels safe in his arms, I do believe he is capable of being truly loved.....

If he learns how to properly love not just someone else, but himself too.

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Stepping out of my car, I quickly grab the small pink bag on the passenger seat before locking it. Treading through the small patch of green grass, I ring the doorbell and wait for one of the occupants to open up for me. No surprise, I'm greeted by the same raven haired male I met nearly 3 years ago. He looks delighted to see me.

"Y/N. Hi!"

I wave at him, a small but genuine smile on my features.

"Hi Yunho. Did I come at a bad time?" I notice the apron covered in flour and leftover egg on it.

"Oh no not at all. Please come in."

Moving aside to let me pass, my nose catches the scent of baked goods filling the air. I can distinctly recognize the hints of lavender and french vanilla, an odd but surprisingly tasty combination. I spot out of the corner of my eye a little head peeking out from the kitchen, curious to know who had come to pay them a visit. Letting out a squeal, she quickly ran over to attach herself on my leg.

"Y/N!"

I chuckled and lightly run my fingers through her hair which was longer than the last time I saw it.

"Hi Jina, I see you've been baking something." We both chuckle as I scraped off some cake batter that had gotten on the tip of her button nose.

"Me and dad are making cupcakes for my friend's birthday party tomorrow." She explained.

"Wow that's a really nice gesture. I bet they'll turn out delicious."

Remembering that I was short on time and that I had one last task to carry out, I pull out the bag I had hidden behind my back and hand it to her.

"It's for you."

Her eyes began to sparkle so much they could rival all the stars in the galaxy. After thanking me like 20 thousand times, she plopped her tiny body on the couch to tear into the contents inside it. I shake my head before taking out a small paper from inside my trench coat.

"And this is for you."

Taking the slip from my fingers, Yunho opens it up and scans what it says. He seems confused for a moment, not fully understanding what it means. He looks to me once more, probably for the last time, asking for an explanation.

"It's your official release from the institution. No more drop in visits, no more eyes on you 24/7, and soon you won't have to continue with the prescribed medication, although when that happens they will send someone once in a while to check up and make sure you're ok without them."

Yunho nods but it is a rather sad and pained nod.

"So this means you won't be seeing us any longer?"

I inhale deeply and nod.

"This was a temporary thing until you got better Yunho. After all....I was only the doctor assigned to you."

It hurt me to say that as much as it probably hurt him, as much as it'd hurt Jina to know I wouldn't be coming back anymore.

"Can't we at least be friends?"

I hated seeing those puppy eyes of him practically beg me, signature trait he passed on to his daughter.

"That would be completely unprofessional of my part Yunho. I deeply cherish and treasure all the time we spent together and I'm beyond happy and satisfied that you've come so far since the start of our journey..."

I sighed deeply.

"But every journey has an end." He finished my sentence.

Extending his hand out to me, I took it and gave it a firm shake.

"I'm really going to miss you." He admitted.

"Me too. Me too."

Going over to the momentarily forgotten 4 year old, she let out an 'oof' when she suddenly found herself cooped up in my embrace.

"Take care of yourself and of your dad ok?"

I kissed the top of her head, her grinning face not registering that this might be the last time she ever saw me. Yunho walked me out the door and even escorted me all the way to my car. Always the gentleman, he held the door open for me. Before I could even get one foot inside, I felt a large hand grip my wrist. Turning to him, I was flustered when he suddenly pulled me close to him.

"Please don't leave. I need you....I..."

He looked conflicted with himself as he tried to finish his words. Taking a deep breath, he confessed:

"I love you."

My heart sank. He said the 3 words I hoped he'd never direct at me. Mainly because I was scared as he was. Don't get me wrong, Yunho is a wonderful man, and he truly deserves to be loved....

But am I certain that he has finally learned to love? Or is it because he feels he needs me?........

Only one way to find out.

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[thefanficmonster]

Hey Vy! 📚🌻 Here!

How is your week going? My roller skates just got here and I'm so happy omg! My protective gear haven't got here yet so I'm trying not to fall but a almost hit my face so many times- i have to stop for some time now because I need to clean my room :_: but here's your three words of this week: Paradise, curly, radio

A lot a lot looot of loveee,

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Hi darling 📚🌻 !

Please be extra careful until your protective gear arrives, I'd hate to hear you've injured yourself 🥺 Anyways, hope you have fun with your roller skates (always stay safe though)! 🥰

Here comes a short drabble with your three words! This one’s gonna be a little different though - no OCs and not for the Resident Evil fandom, but rather the How To Get Away With Murder fandom, more specifically - for my favorite relatioship/characters on the show! Hope you enjoy!

All my love, Vy 💌

Better

Laurel Castillo x Frank Delfino (How To Get Away With Murder - AU: Canon Divergence; AU where the characters tolerate each other XD)

Warnings: Slight spoilers (Nothing too major though), Swearing

Laurel runs a hand through Chris’ curly hair, admiring how peaceful he looks now that he’s finally asleep. He’s got a fever that’s been giving him crying fits for two days now. Having to deal with a sick two-year-old while simultaneously trying to keep up with work and her final studies has been exhausting to no end. She’s been receiving some help from Michaela who seems utterly desperate to keep herself busy at all times, even when she’s supposed to be relaxing just so her mind doesn’t spiral into the void of loneliness she’s fallen victim to as of recent. Connor and Ollie have babysat for her a few times as well, another gesture she’s incredibly grateful for. Asher has offered to look after the toddler too on numerous occasions but that’s one offer Laurel’s never taken up. She appreciates him offering her his help, but everyone would justify this action of hers considering how reckless Asher can be at times - aka 90% of the time.

The Keating 5 has come through for her when it comes to both looking after Chris and keeping up with her studies, proving their friendship to be  one of those rare ones. However, Keating 5 aside, she’s received the most amount of help from one particular person. Someone who’s prepared to turn up at her doorstep at three in the morning if she needs him.

Frank Delfino

The two had a rocky start, to say the least. Their on-again-off-again relationship as colleagues with benefits. Their constant back and fourth. Then came Frank’s disappearance and Laurel’s involvement with Wes, all occurrences blowing huge holes not only in their romantic relationship but also their friendship which has always been a second away from ceasing to exist, all things considered. Friendship is hard to maintain with such a strong, hypnotic and magnetic romantic connection. Some people just weren’t meant to be friends, ever. Frank and Laurel are among them.

Speaking of Frank, the man’s been rather concerned lately, the lack of calls and messages from Laurel worrying him more with each passing day. He overheard Michaela mention Chris’ fever in passing conversation with Asher when she was bailing on a date with the excuse of helping Laurel look after the sick toddler. He’d been surprised to hear that, initially thinking it was a cheap excuse of Michaela’s to avoid spending time with Asher considering things between them have grown sort of complicated. But when Connor confirmed this claim of hers, Frank couldn’t help but grow very concerned. He’s grown used to knowing what’s going on with Chris and Laurel before everyone else so having someone else be in the know while he was kept in the dark made him feel oddly jealous and hurt.

And he could only hold his worries and assumptions at bay so long...

Responding to the knock at the door, knowing who it probably is at this hour, Laurel contemplates whether opening the door would be the right thing to do. She’s double-checked that it is indeed him, that bringing her more uncertainty than comfort, oddly enough. She’s been doing her best to distance herself from him and his life for quite a while now. She’s been meaning to give him an opportunity at a normal life, away from her mess and chaos. She’s been wanting to give him an escape from the fiasco she always finds herself dragging him into.

But he still comes back to her, by his own choice.

“Laurel, it’s me.“ His coarse voice reaches her from the other side of the door.

“Yeah...“ She trails off, forcing her hand up to turn the lock, “...I know.“

Opening the door reveals the concern on his face a lot better than she saw through the peephole. It makes her heart swell up and all she wants to do is throw her arms around him in a tight embrace. But she can’t do that, she won’t. She’s not willing to give him any reason to hold onto her whatsoever. In her eyes, he deserves a lot better. And maybe he does, but he doesn’t want anything or anyone better.

“Hey...“ he mutters, unsure of how to start of the interaction. Things have never been easy between them and, looking back, it seems like they’ve only gotten harder. Somehow, their connection has only grown stronger though. A connection he wants to uphold and a connection she wants to sever.

“Hey...What are you doing here so late?“ Ok, that’s a sustainable question considering it’s 10PM, but then again he’s come to her apartment at odder hours. Only difference is, those other times, she called him over.

“Though I’d check on you. You’ve been rather dead with calls and texts recently. Also missed Chris, heard he had a fever so I got worried.“ She hears the undertone of accusation in his voice loud and clear. It makes her bite her lip with guilt she wishes she wasn’t feeling, especially when she’s supposed to be doing the right thing.

You can’t decide for him. If he wants to keep coming back, that’s on him.

That thought hasn’t crossed her mind yet. It almost feels like she’s letting herself off the hook, feeding into the temptation to embrace what her and Frank have.

“You hungry?“ Now that is a bit more out-of-place question, but it’s accompanied by her taking a step back to allow him inside, “I ordered Thai food I never got to finish.“

He follows the signal, growing a bit more hopeful now that she’s let him in the apartment, thinking maybe she isn’t avoiding him after all. “Loss of appetite?”

“Partly.“ She replies, hearing the click of Frank locking the front door before following her in the kitchen where the hanging lights are dimmed. “Chris was throwing a fuss all day, I couldn’t really do much but focus on him.“ She motions to the living room where the coffee table is littered with sheets of paper and highlighters, some of which have found a spot on the floor as well. “Not to mention the ton of crap I need to do for school and work.“

“Would’ve been a lot easier on you had you called me, you know?“ He comments, walking over to the fridge, taking out the two packs of Thai takeout, suggesting she had been expecting him. She wasn’t really, she was just quietly hoping he’d show up at her doorstep.

“Didn’t wanna bother you. It’s nothing serious, a simple cold, I can handle it.“ She replies, approaching the small vintage radio in the corner of the kitchen counter, turning it on to a quiet volume so some tunes could fill the silences that are bound to occur frequently with the amount of tension between them.

“You could never bother me, Laurel. I’ve told you countless times before...“ putting the food he’s now moved onto a large plate into the microwave and turning the machine on, he turns to look at her, “I love Chris like he’s my son. In my eyes, he is my son and I love him with all my heart. Just like I love you.“

Instead of allowing the deafening quiet to take over them again - the soft music from the radio aside - Laurel lets the loudness of her mind surface. She lets it seep through the barriers she built in order to protect herself and protect everyone around her from herself: “Do you never stop to think you deserve better, Frank? Better than some grown-ass woman with her life in shambles and a kid whose father’s dead. Do you not think you deserve someone who knows what they want and where they’re headed with their life? Someone who...” her confidence is slowly leaving her to fend for herself and so she does, the best she can. “Someone who can cook and do their projects and work and take care of her son simultaneously. Someone better, Frank! Do you never want someone better?”

She hadn’t realized her eyes had been darting all over the place, looking everywhere but at him. How that her gaze has once again landed on his face, she feels her stomach turn at what she sees. That concerned, hurt and disappointed frown only further fuels her guilt, making her wish she’d never opened the door in the first place.

“Laurel, where’s this all coming from? Did Bonnie say something to you cause if she did...“ she cuts him off.

“No, she didn’t. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now actually. All I am to you is trouble and a burden and...“ he gets back at her, cutting her off himself.

“And you’re none of those things, Laurel. Your view of yourself is interfering with your perception of this, of us, of what we have. You and Chris are my family. The family I choose. It’s not about deserve or idealism - it’s about what brings you joy and makes you feel complete. What and who makes you feel at home. Who is your home.“ Always cautious of her personal space, Frank takes a hesitant step towards her and another when she doesn’t back away. “Lord knows it’s no paradise, but what we have is special, Laurel, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in this world.“

Against her best attempts at keeping her emotions at bay, Laurel feels her eyes brimming with tears as she gazes up at the man she’s never been in the clear with. She never realizes what he means to her until it’s too late. She only realized she loved him when he disappeared. She only realized he meant the world to her when he had already slipped from her grip. And she refuses to continue that pattern.

Instead, she’ll work on finding out what they are exactly and even if she doesn’t reach that epiphany, she’ll still embrace it, no matter the oddity and unfamiliarity of it all.

“Thank you.“ she manages to whisper past the knot in her throat.

“Don’t thank me, you should never thank me for the things I do for you or Chris. I choose to do them. I choose to be here. I choose you because I want you. You and no one else, Laurel.“

Just then, the microwave beeps, alerting the two that their close-to-midnight meal is warmed up. Taking the plate out and placing it on the counter to cool down a little, he turns to her with a small smile on his face, “Let’s see what’s so troubling about that project of yours, shall we?”

And just like that, the tension has lifted, allowing for a smile to appear on her face as well. That ease of the mind is not something she’s been very used to throughout her life, constantly having shit to worry about and people to deal with. That’s why she’s never wanted to be a burden on someone’s back. She’s never wanted to be a major part in someone’s life, at least not until she gets her shit together.

And although she might never get her shit together, she’s got someone she loves and someone who loves her by her side. Lord knows he hasn’t been on top of his own shit either. At least they’ll be figuring it all out together.

[swimperialentanglements]

CHAPTER 1 – Mara meets Harris aboard the ISD Chimaera

Mara Jade

Mara entered the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera and headed straight into the state room, where Gran Admiral Pellaeon was waiting for her. She knew the Admiral only by his career reputation within the Galactic Empire which was impressive to say the least.

AdmiralPellaeon

Pellaeon smiled allowing her to read how sympathetic he was in force towards her.

“Differently from others, I have nothing to fear from you, Hand. I have a mission for you. Are you in between assignment from the Emperor? Or should I look for a bounty hunter?"

The Admiral knew how to handle people and for this reason, he tried to toy with her pride. Little did he know how different Mara Jade was.

Mara Jade

"It's up to you Admiral, and how important this mission is for you." Mara crossed her arms - she was used to that kind behavior from fellow Imperials.

AdmiralPellaeon

Pellaeon grinned as she seemed to have accepted the assignment and pulled a chair on his room, next to the bridge of the ISD Chimaera.  

“Please have a seat. It is a long story”, he says.  

“Have you ever heard of Chibias? It is not that bad planet, I believe. It is located in the Mid Rim, close to Sibisme. There is a great concert hall there”, he explained staring at her beautiful emerald eyes.

Mara Jade

"Please continue", Mara was totally focused on his words, quickly scanning her own memory for any additional information.

AdmiralPellaeon

“The Rebel Scum is plotting something from Chibias. We have control of the planet but we want to move stealthily. It seems there is a traitor in the Rebellion willing to cooperate. I could send Veres or a stormtrooper".  

He briefly grinned. "but I believe that we need to be more subtle, less threatening to the Rebel deserter... perhaps somehow charming. We must find out where their fleet is, so that we can strike them at once”. The Admiral slammed the table as recalled the fallen comrades in past battles.

MaraJade

Mara smiled. "Understood, I'll make my way there tonight see what this rebel whistler has to say".

AdmiralPellaeon

Pellaeon nodded.  

“Do you need transportation? I have a highly trained storm trooper who could help you in this kind of mission. His name is Harris”

Mara Jade

The Hand denied with her head. "I can get there on my own"  

She started walking away then pauses for a second. "And thanks for the information, I'm sure the Emperor will be pleased to know one more rebel cell has fallen".

She headed to her chambers.

AdmiralPellaeon

The Admiral was about to protest as she walks away, but he is mesmerized by the sight of her rear, curvaceous body in the black skintight suit. He swallows dry and smirks, turning the communicator to Harris.  

“She’s on her way to her chambers. You’re ordered to go with her. The Rebel shall be at the Concert Hall and you are to watch her. That’s what Vader commanded”.

By the time she arrived at her chambers in the Imperial Destroyer, a young man around her age is leaning against the door. Standing at 1m88, he is well built and good looking. His blue eyes were piercing the Emperor’s Hand as she approached her room. “Greetings, Mara Jade. I’ve been told you are traveling to Chibias. Perhaps I may be useful.” He threw a data card towards her.

Mara Jade

She stared at the young man standing by, the perfect prototype of a stormtrooper... before war gets to them. She guessed he was probably there because of Pellaeon.  

"I wonder why Admiral Pellaeon things I'm in need of any assistance", she frowned.

TrooperHarris

Harris knew about the legendary beauty of Mara Jade. Nothing would have prepared him to her arrival - he was used to have women drooling around him and for the first time, he seemed to have momentarily lost his ground. His heart skipped a beat when she appeared and as he was told, she declined his assistance. A lone wolf. He approached her, trying to regain the confidence he was used to next to pretty women. She can definitively feel his strong signature in the force. As the data card he had thrown at her direction was on the floor, he bent his knees and took it. He raised his trunk and towered over her, tilting his head to the right.  

“I thought you were going to take this data card in the air”, he said placing the hand next to her in the wall and hitting the opening button of the door.

“You’d rather listen to me. The Emperor may be displeased if you treat me unwell”, he smirked as slid into her chambers.

Mara Jade

She was used to higher rank officers’ attitude, but certainly would have never expected it from a stormtrooper, specially not from one so young. Probably had a nice post next to Admiral Pellaeon, his man of trust, and of course, it had gotten to his head. 'Men' she thought to herself, trying to maintain composure

"I don't like to play catch with strangers" she answered in a flat voice, standing still outside the door.

TrooperHarris  

Harris entered her chambers and turned his back to Mara. He was not a force sensitive –not that he knew anything about the Force - but he was stronger in the force than the average person. Little did Mara know that he reported to higher ranks than Admiral Pellaeon.  

“Mara Jade, we have two options. You can stay outside without knowing what I have to offer you. Or you can come inside, open a bottle or Corellian wine, listen to what I have to say and then, kill me with you bare hands”, he said with an equally flat voice.  

“Of course, you can do that, but I think it’d be a waste of imperial resources”.

Mara Jade

She could sense the young man's arrogance as clearly as his presence in the force. "At least I can agree to one thing, I will kill you with my bare hands" she said, walking in, the door closing behind her.  

"Alright", she said, standing in front of him, her arms crossed. "The reason I won't kill you is?" She stares right at him, her patience running low every second.

TrooperHarris  

“I thought we had agreed you’d kill me”, Harris retorted as he walked to a computer station and tapped on the screen. “How safe do you think it is?”

Mara Jade  

"I'm pretty sure it's not, feel free to get to the point please" She looked at the screen from a few steps.

TrooperHarris  

Harris sat and showing no sign of fear, he typed an 18-character password. “Can you recognize this person?” A long file opened with the basic data about a certain Legolas Castor.

Mara Jade

She carefully looks at the picture of the stranger on the screen

"Enlighten me", she asked, lowering her tone for a bit, she had no clue who that man was.

TrooperHarris  

“It comes as no surprise you are no familiar with. He’s the new human ‘nephew’ serving Black Sun’s Xizor. I believe you heard about this criminal organization. We know they have been playing with us and the Rebels”, he was serious as he had heard about her past missions.  

“The point is: we do not know whether Legolas Castor is actually willing to provide us with some information or to set a trap for the fleet.”

Mara Jade

"We should find out", she answered. The name Xizor certainly resonated in her memory. A highly influential character within the Empire, she had never really liked him, but he was in good favor with the Emperor, and whatever she thought about him was out place.  

"There's a good chance that this guy Castor is only a pawn".

TrooperHarris  

“That’s why they are sending you. You have skills no other spy has, Mara.” Harris swirled the chair, so that he faced her.  

“Legolas Castor has a weakness. Redheads. Of all species. We have a ticket for you and know what? You’re seating just next to him in the concert hall in Chibias”, he says without making any effort to hide his concern about her safety.  

“I was commanded to be away watching over you. Don’t worry, I won’t be a dead loss. You may leave me behind if I get into trouble”.

Mara Jade  

"So that was it", she thought to herself. She had used her looks as a wrap on of distraction before, in fact it was quite an advantage given certain kind of targets.  

"I see you and your boss had everything set. Anyways, this should be a piece of cake" she said "Tell your superior I appreciate him taking the time to make preparations ahead", she added.  

"Now, if you don't mind I'd like to get busy", she finished, walking up to her chamber door and opening it, gesturing for the young trooper to leave.

TrooperHarris  

"Not my boss, our boss", Harris muttered in between his teeth without giving further explanation. He watched her rear swaying, almost in provocation to him - for a second, he wanted to slap it but he declined.  

"I am glad we could come to good terms, Mara. You´ll not be down", he agreed with her request and stepped out of the room - as he was in the door, he added. "Look for an old HWK-290 light freighter in the docking bay. We are not using any imperial transport, since it would raise suspicious... and I will fly it", he added, leaving her chambers. He boarded the ship and waited.

Mara Jade

Mara sighed. That trooper indeed had an attitude and that annoyed her, but she kind of like it. He was also very stubborn, something she would probably have to deal with. The information provided by Harris had been useful, and she herself had thought about piloting a low-profile ship to Chibias... Then there was the Xizor business... she had been on Chibias before, trying to bring some order back 8n to place after suspecting said ruler of treason, unfortunately, Xizor had his ways of not getting his hands dirty, so hard evidence of it was hard to find. Maybe, and just maybe allowing the stormtrooper to join her was a good idea, he could eventually come handy, she thought. She gathered her weapons and prepared a small bag with some appropriate clothes, she would have to merge at the concert hall gala and use her looks to her advantage.  

After a few minutes she boarded the freighter and joined the pilot.  

"Ok Harris, Let go".

TrooperHarris  

Harris decided to play the professional - if they were going to partner, there was no reason for them to fight each other. He stood up and bowed showing some respect.  

“There’s a room behind the pilot cabin: keep it for you, Mara” he said as he prepared the ship to take off.  

“You’ve just had a great stress in Sullust, so take advantage of this ride to relax. If you want to play sabaac or just drink some Corellian wine, I’ll be here”. Shortly after, the two entered the hyperspace. The trip would last 1 day in a series of pre-programmed jumps to the hyperspace.

Mara Jade

She was suspicious of the trooper's sudden change of attitude. He had proved himself useful, but she wanted to make sure he was up to the task, she had known a few stormtroopers who despite of the rigorous training would miss a simple target more than once or even fail protocol. Besides, she wasn't just going to sit for the ride, inaction tended to ruin her concentration. So she went and sat next to him.

"So tell me, stormtrooper Harris, how good of a pilot are you?"

TrooperHarris

Harris did not hide his surprise when Mara approached him. Her attitude was stern and professional. He turned his eyes to her and nodded. "I have had my quota of dogfights with smugglers in some missions for the Empire. I'm still alive, so it may mean something", he said as the ship came out of hyperspace, turned slightly and made another jump.  

"I plotted the known routes, even though the Hand may be authorized to use the Imperial-exclusive ones. I thought it'd be wiser, just in case someone hacks the NavComputer when we are out of the ship. It will cost us some time but will add some safety too." He swirled his chair slightly so that he could see her slender body. She was indeed pretty as he had been told. It was clear why she was the Emperor's favorite Hand.  

"I do not expect that we need to use my skills as a jet fighter. I am more worried about going physical. Those Black Sun goonies do not think twice to beat and torture people. I'm glad I can join this mission. Their crime syndicate must be ended".

Mara Jade

She was impressed by Harris's strategy skills, he had even planned ahead to cover up their tracks in case their transport was found. She smiled in approval. He was also very aware of the dangers they would probably encounter once they reached their destination, and most important, she was a professional but by no means infallible, he could see something she didn't.  

"Let's make sure it happens", she eagerly added to his comment.

TrooperHarris  

Harris stood up, towering over the redhead. He casually placed the hand on the back of Mara's chair. He knew he was winning her, although he lacked the degree of development in the force. "Yes, I don´t like those criminals", he snorted in disdain, trying to hide personal feeling of grief and suffering in relation to the Black Sun. Harris left her alone and walked to the cargo bay, where he took off the silly stormtrooper armour and put on a pair of bermuda. He began to do push-ups shirtless, focusing on what was to come.

Mara Jade

"So that's what it is", Mara could sense this mission has a personal tint for the trooper, perhaps the memories of past battles... and loss. She could empathize with his words, she despised criminals for disrupting the peace and order the Empire worked so hard to keep. But she didn't know what it was like, to take something to the personal ground, after all she had nothing to lose except for her own life which she had dedicated to serve the Empire. She peaked for a second behind her seat and briefly saw the trooper's figure, he was strong and certainly above the average stormtrooper standard of fitness. She smiled and turned her attention back to the window and out to space. They both wanted the same thing, and maybe their motivation wasn't that different. They would both once again serve the Empire for the good of the galaxy.

[winterheart17]

Hey! I love your writing and I think you give the best advice ever! You are so sweet! Anyway, I am hoping for a little bit of advice myself as I am moving across the country in a week to start university for the very first time! I'm terrified to say the least. Any suggestions on how to transition (or ease the transition)?

Hello sweetie,

Aww, you’re muchtoo sweet – I do try my best to offer as helpful advice as I think possible andI’m beyond happy that others are able to find some measure of comfort in them.I think, sometimes, people just want a friendly ear and shoulder to cry on.Okay, so I’ve personally never movedaway from home before (not even for studies), but I have been away from home for an extended period of time. So, I’mjust going to list down a few things that I hope will help:

1.   Movingaway for the first time ever can be terrifying – you’re so used to being inyour comfort zone and it’s completely normal to feel as if the rug has beenpulled out from under your feet! So, before anything else, I just want to makesure you know that you don’t have to quash these feelings no matter what peoplesay and how much they talk up how exciting uni life will be. 

2.   Thatbeing said – it really is quite exciting! This is your first step intoindependence and you’re going to be finding your footing in life on your own. This is honestly, the timefor you to go forth and explore what it is you love, hate, like, tolerate(safely, of course). So, as frightening as it may be, try your best to embracethis change and next chapter of your life. The first step is always thehardest, it gets better – I promise.

3.   Don’tbe afraid to make new friends! I think the most intimidating part for me everytime I changed environment was not having a familiar face I could sort of latchonto (don’t I sound charming?), but remember that almost everyone else there isstarting afresh as well and are probably looking to form new friendships. Unilife gets a whole lot less scarier once you know you have someone there who canshare your jokes and relate to your problems on some level. But I also knowthat you’re probably going to be texting your best friend plenty as well andthat’s okay – old friends are gold and having that constant connection withhim/her is going to provide stability in your life during these uncertaintimes. So, make sure no matter how busy you get, don’t let your old friendshipsdie down.

4.   Makeyour room as comfortable and clean as possible. There’s something particularlytherapeutic about decorating and making a space as cosy and “mine” as possible.Imagine being able to go back to this warm and inviting space after tough days –you’re bound to feel a lot better than returning to cold bare walls and rubbishstrewn about. I’m not too sure about your style but go get some nice scentedcandles (if those are your thing), a nice bed spread, some plants, etc. But Ido know this, the second you move in, give your place a thorough springcleaning rub down!

5.   Bringmementos from home. Whether it’s the pillow you grew up with or a favouritestuffed toy – these are the little things that will pay off big on shitty days(and oh yes, they will come, but it won’t be anything you can’t handle).

6.   Try toestablish a routine. When you’re feeling uncertain or a little lost, that’s thething that will keep you grounded. I don’t mean following the same scheduleevery single day from the moment you open your eyes till you shut them! It canbe something as simple as waking up 20 minutes earlier than you usually would soyou can sip on your cup of coffee while you watch an episode of your favouriteshow online or pick up where you left off reading.

7.   That’salso another important tip – making time to watch your favourite shows onlinecan be one hell of a way to destress and also let you chill a little. I sort oflike making sure I get my work done as quickly as possible just so I cansqueeze in about 20-30 minutes of TV time at the end of every day. It gives me something to look forward to and a sense of control in life – because nomatter what happens, I’m always going to have that small little pleasurablewindow of time to end my day with.

8.   Stockup on food. There’s nothing more miserable than when you’re feeling homesick,tired, and hungry. This doesn’t mean I’m asking you to skip lunch or dinner,but you know how some days can get and you’d honestly just return to your roominstead of hot footing it out in search of food. So, make sure you always havea generous stash of biscuits, some savoury foods, and chocolates (if those are your thing) in your room. But again,please try your best not to skip important meals – piping hot dishes and a warmtummy will give you all the fuzzies in the world. So, if you plan on cooking,do your grocery shopping and never forget to pick up eggs and milk (again, ifthese are your staples).  

9.   Do youwork out? If yes, try to sign up for your uni’s gym or heck, just lace up yourshoes and go for a run, or even a walk. I know this is such a cliché thing tosay but exercise can perk your mood up – if anything, science does say it givesa boost of endorphins ;) Plus, if you’ve had a stressful day – you’re going tofeel a lot better just by sweating itout.

10.Callyour parents often. It’s easy to let life sort of take its own busy course –but take the time out of your day to just give them a quick ring even if it’sjust to say hi. Hearing their voices frequently will again, ground you in a foreignplace. Also, they will more than appreciate it.

11.Tryjoining social clubs! All these extracurricular activities are an awesome wayto meet new people, expand your interests, or uncover hidden talents you maynot even have known. If something piques your interest – this is the time to gofor it and experiment.

12.Studyhard. This is really crucial. I find that often people are so carried away byeverything else happening outside of studies that their grades are neglected.It can be really difficult to climb back up after a bad dip and it’s only goingto cause you unnecessary stress and pressure. So, attend lectures and beconsistent in your studies – that way, you won’t feel like drowning when examsroll about.

Whew, okay, thatappears to be about it. I was going to include a point about love but decidedagainst it simply because not everyone is going to fall in love during theiruni days. I’m not sure if you’re seeing anyone, but if you aren’t, just rememberthat being lonely is not a valid reason to enter a relationship with someone(especially with a person who doesn’t treat you right). 

The best thing you cando in university is to go in with an open heart and take whatever opportunitiescome your way (again, I know, a cliché). Do your best to enjoy your subjectsbecause nothing kills you inside quicker than having to drag yourself to classand through an exam on a subject you absolutely abhor. Remember to keep yourchin up through tough times because they reallywill not last and in time, your self-confidence will blossom after eachexperience. Alrighty then, I hope I didn’t ramble on too much and that theabove helps in some small way! Best of luck and I know you’ll ace it

[imaginesbabe]

I am very outgoing and love to have a good time but I have a very short temper. I am a very loyal person and don't tolerate anyone messing with my family. Even though I like to get out and have a good time, I also love being home just relaxing. I love spending summers on the back of a Harley :). I'm a mother with two teenage girls who mean the world to me. I'm a straight woman and a fan of sons of anarchy, the walking dead, the outsiders, the hobbit, Harry Potter, and X-Men.

Sons of Anarchy: I ship you with Chibs Telford!

The day you and Chibs first met you were walking down the main road of Charming. Your two daughters were in school and you had the day off so you decided to spend your free time wondering the town. You noticed a black Harley parked by the curb and neared it slowly, your eyes examining it. It’s owner walked out of the building next to you and you simply stated “nice bike,” before continuing your walk. You would see the same bike, and its owner, a few weeks later when you pulled into the Teller-Morrow. You stepped out of your car and the first mechanic to approach you was Chibs. Though you had only seen him briefly during your first encounter he was easy to recognize due to his facial scars, and much to your surprise he recognized you as well. Over the next couple of weeks you would be coming in and out of the Teller-Morrow with your car and each time you showed up Chibs would be the person coming to speak to you and work on your vehicle. Throughout that time the two of you would learn a lot about each other and would eventually start a relationship. Before you guys started dating Chibs told you about his life. He told you about the club, his past, his wife, and his daughter. He believed that you should know everything about him and about his baggage before the two of you started anything. You listened to everything he told you and when he was done telling you about it all, you accepted it. You accepted him and everything he was. Chibs can be pretty humors and loved to have a good laugh which would play in with your love of having a good time. The two of you would also spend a lot of time going to the club parties. Chibs is also a reasonable thinker. If you ever lost your temper he would be able to try to calm you down by using reason, it may annoy you at the time but once you’ve calmed down you would realize he was right. But if the two of you were to lose your temper at the same time then there would be hell to pay. Chibs would also have a deep care for your two daughters because they mean so much to you. He would treat them like his own and would become very protective over them.

The Walking Dead: I ship you with Glenn Rhee!

Glenn became friends with your daughters before the two of you began talking. You and yours kids had come from Woodbury. When your girls would tell you about their days you would often hear Glenn’s name come up. You doubted that Glenn was a bad person but you were cautious as to who your kids kept hanging around with. You found Glenn on one of his breaks, he was hard to track down due to the fact that he was constantly doing work around the prison. You introduced yourself to him and the two of you easily found yourselves engaged engaged in a conversation quickly. Your two girls continued to hang out with him and whenever you could get the chance to you would join them. The four of you would sometimes do work together around the prison, other times Glenn would show up with a deck of cards or marbles so the group of you could play games. Glenn wasn’t your usual type but as time passed you found yourself in a loving relationship with him. Glenn is very family oriented and would do anything for the ones he loves. That being said he would do anything necessary to keep you and your two daughters safe and happy. He’d also know that you are capable of handling yourself so he wouldn’t be overbearing, if he knew you could do something on your own he’d let you but he’d always be close by in case you needed him. He’d also enjoy spending quality time with you. It wouldn’t have to be much, simply relaxing together would be enough for him. It’d be a nice way to mellow down when things got to hectic. 

The Hobbit: I ship you with Fili!

There was something about you that just seemed to draw people in, and Fili had become one of them. You were sitting at the bar in a tavern chatting away with the people who sat next to you, a smile on your lips and a drink in your hand. Fili had come out with his brother, the two of them looking for a little fun and Fili seemed to have found it. He moved across the tavern in confidence with a smug grin. When he reached you Fili instantly introduced himself to you. The two of you spent most of the night laughing and talking. But the two of you couldn’t spend the whole night in the tavern and eventually you left. The next day in the village you had managed to bump into Fili once again and like the night before you guys clicked and found yourself engaged in another conversation. Fili would ask you out sometime later but you would turn down the offer, worried about how your two daughters would react. They were the world to you and you wouldn’t do something unless you knew they would be fine with it. But Fili was stubborn and wouldn’t accept no as an answer. He kept trying until eventually you said yes. Fili would get along well with your two girls. He is energetic and a bit childish and the traits would go well with your kids. The three of them would be close and would spend time together joking and playing around, sometimes even causing a bit of trouble. But Fili would know when to stop joking around and if the three got into anything serious he would grow extremely protective of the two girls and would do whatever he can to keep them safe. With you Fili would always be by your side whenever you needed him. Whether it was in a fight or just for emotional support he would have your back. Fili is also very energetic and would love to do adventurous stuff with you. And if you just wanted to spend a day inside relaxing he would do it.

The X-Men: I ship you with Eric Lehnsherr!

Eric Lehnsherr didn’t open up to people easily but somehow you were different. There was a fierceness in your eyes and that’s what pulled Eric to you. But he was against the feeling that had begun growing inside him and the reason for it was because you weren’t a mutant. You were human and Eric strongly believed that all humans were the same. Yet Eric still found himself making excuses to see you. The two of you would have brief conversations, often they were the highlight of Eric’s day though he wouldn’t admit it, and as Eric showed up more your conversations would gradually grow. It would take a long while for Eric to react to his feelings but once he did the two of you would make one powerful pair. You and your two girls would be Eric’s one weakness. Once he gave his heart to you and your two daughters there is nothing he wouldn’t do for the three of you. He would protect you and fight for you with everything he’s got. The three of you would also be the only ones to see his gentler side, a side that most people wouldn’t believe existed in him. Though being with Eric would be a bit of a challenge you would find a way to make it work.

I didn’t know if you wanted all of the fandoms or not so I just did these four. If you’d like the other two please let me know. Anyways, I hope you like them (sorry if the last one is a bit sloppy)~