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Secrets of the Second Shift - (Part 2)

summary: you're still reeling from an unforgettable friday night (read part 1), but monday rolls around and you have a new set of problems and being attracted to choso is one of them.

wordcount: 3.8k words

full fic c/w: choso smut, choso/fem!reader, choso/oc, modern!au, some plot, plot what plot, porn with plot, gentleman!choso, soft!choso, praise kink, blindfold sex, oral, fingering, vaginal sex, enemies to lovers, fingering, oral, multiple orgasms

a/n: also open to a taglist for this one so lmk if you'd like to be on it (: this is my first wip so i will try my best to keep it updated regularly!

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✦✧✸✧✦ 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ✦✧✸✧✦

Monday rolls around and you’re still uneasy. You wake up for work and let your body move on autopilot: get ready, eat breakfast, drive to work. Typically you feel refreshed when you go through the routine, but lingering thoughts from Friday’s encounter paired with the anticipation of work has your mind racing.

What is going on? This is completely unlike you. You’re composed, calculated, you always have a plan. But now it seems like all of that has gone out the window.

You try to rid your memory of your mystery man but it doesn't seem to shake. You can’t help but recount your thoughts:

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“So much for no strings,” he mutters, almost to himself. “This is gonna be harder than I thought and we've only just begun.”

You internally sigh—scared that you might agree.

You bury the thought with a quick reply as you switch positions to climb on top of him, “The only thing that should be hard right now is your dick, and the only place your dick should be right now is my mouth. Let’s warm you up for round two, shall we?”

“You’re a goddamn vixen, aren’t you?” he rasps.

You skim your fingers from his chest and to his lats, using the ridges of his body to guide you down before settling near his manhood. You slip off the condom and he takes it from you—tossing it into the waste bin next to the bed.

You polish off the remaining liquid off his tip causing him to shudder from the overstimulation.

“Fuck—oh. Fuck that feels so g—” 

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“—Good? Excuse me?”

A voice sends you back to reality as you realize you’ve made it to the elevator of Zenin Tech. In the opposite corner of the cramped space, a man is staring at you, his eyes are dark and direct.

“Hey, are you good?” he repeats, his tone steady.

“Huh? Wha—yeah, I’m fine,” you stammer, refocusing your thoughts and trying to ignore the heat rising to your face.

“I didn’t mean to bother you—but you didn’t press a button. Which floor?”

“Oh, right. Nine, please.” You glance at the panel, realizing the button is already glowing. Odd. You’ve never seen him before.

He gives you a soft smile before leaning back against the railing.

The ride to the ninth floor stretches on, each passing second weighed down by the heavy silence of the elevator. But that’s nothing new. What is new, however, is the man across from you.

He’s tall—broad shoulders and a lean frame that seems effortlessly composed. His jawline looks like it was carved from marble, and his dark, shoulder-length hair casually falls back, leaving a few stray baby hairs to perfectly frame his face. He has a scar over his nose and his eyes are deep and unreadable. There’s something about him that tugs at you, a force so intense you’re afraid of slipping into a place you know you shouldn’t—like desire.

Maybe this man is the kind of distraction you need, you half-heartedly hope. Sometimes all it takes is one good fuck to reset your system.

From the opposite side, you see one of his arms pinning a file box to his side, while the other has a firm hold on his laptop. You find yourself gesturing toward it as an icebreaker.

“Are you one of the new members from CurseCore?”

When his eyes meet yours, they give you nothing but his undivided attention. He pauses, taking you all in and wondering if you were a gift sent from the gods. He doesn't break the connection immediately, letting the silence stretch just enough for the tension to thicken between you. Little do you know, he’s also trapped in a memory of someone he’s desperately trying to forget.

The corner of his mouth quirks up—not quite a smile, but enough to catch your attention. “Yeah, Pleasure to meet you. I’m Choso.” 

You tell him your name, though it feels like a formality—your mind is too preoccupied with the sound of his voice. I’m Choso. The richness rings with a strange familiarity that you can’t quite place.

Choso tries to extend his hand to shake yours but the box slightly fumbles. “Sorry. I’d shake your hand, but I’m a little tied up here.”

You laugh lightly, the sound cutting through the awkward tension. “No worries. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of chances to meet again.”

He glances at you, his lips forming that same restrained smile. “I look forward to that.”

The heat in your core begins to simmer before the elevator dings, pulling you both back into focus as the doors slide open.

Choso steps out and immediately a hoard of new faces flock to him, forcing you to weave to the sides. A wave of chatter fills the entryway.

"Where do we set up our laptops?"

"What’s the Wi-Fi password?"

“Are desks first come, first serve?”

“How do we pick up our ID badges?”

You almost step in to give the new guy a break, but his voice cuts through the noise before you can utter a word. “Everyone, relax.” The word hangs in the air like a command, and almost instantly, the buzz fizzles into silence. He scans the crowd with a steady gaze. “Let’s take this one at a time,” he continues, his tone calm yet authoritative.

You watch him—proper, composed, and directing the newbies with calm precision. Every gesture is smooth, controlled. His focus is laser-sharp. There’s a confidence in the way he moves, like he’s been doing this for years, but there’s also something irresistible that keeps pulling you in.

A friendly voice pops up behind you. “Whoa, the new guy can tame me like that any day” Yuki says, her eyes fixed on him too.

“You know, if we weren’t good friends you would be a walking HR complaint,” you joke with her.

“Can you blame me though? He’s gorgeous.”

You let out a snicker, because you can’t help but agree. Not only is he gorgeous, but assertive too. It’s not every day that you come across a man who can take charge without coming across as a self-absorbed dick (ahem Naoya). As the thought begins to fade, you know that somewhere deep down, Yuki is right— you’d love to let him tame you too.

You both walk past the flood of people, but your sight remains secured on Choso. In the sea of bodies, he catches your eye. Most would look away, but you both hold the stare, just for a moment—like a silent, playful challenge meant only for two. He can’t hide the subtle flicker in his gaze as it drops briefly to take in your curves. It’s a look that’s equal parts fiery and possessive, the kind that whispers I want to devour you .

The thought makes your heart beat out of your chest, causing your cheeks to flush. You break the gaze first, eyes darting away.

 “Choso,” you whisper under your breath, as if your daydream has swept you away.

“What’d you say?” Yuki’s voice pulls you back.

“Choso,” you clear your throat. “His name is Choso,” you answer—returning to your composed self.

“Choso,” she repeats, as the pieces fall into place. “Oh yeah! The manager from CurseCore. They say he's the full package—cool, calm, professional. I’ve heard he runs his team with this… almost zen-like efficiency. Super smooth. The kind of guy you can't help but respect.”

You feel your stomach drop at the realization. Great. So this is the guy who’s gunning for your promotion. Unfortunately for you, Choso is the perfect little corporate robot. Even worse, given Naoya’s history, you’re certain he’s already made up his mind.

Yuki blabbers on, “They say everyone loves him, but what they failed to mention was that he’s also a fuckin’ heartthrob.”

“First off, HR. Second off, how do you even know all that?” you ask.

“Well, you would know that too if you joined any of our Friday Happy Hours,” she teases.

Ah, right… the mere mention of Happy Hour makes your chest tighten. Sure, they’re filled with harmless office gossip, but one too many drinks could lead to one little slip that could unravel everything. You’ve worked too hard to keep the lines between your two worlds from blurring—and you’re not about to let happy hour small talk be the thing that blows it all apart.

"Hard pass," you say, keeping your tone light, but there’s an edge of finality to it. "I have better things to do than waste my time schmoozing up to Naoya."

Yuki smirks knowingly. "Okaaaay, but you know that schmoozing will help you get your promotion. Don’t think I didn’t put two and two together.”

Her words cut through you because you know she’s right.

A self assured smile wipes across her face. “And who knows, with the two teams merging, maybe we’ll get to see a little more of Choso, " she adds, nudging your shoulder.

"I think I’ll survive," you reply, though her sentiments echo in your head. You can’t help but wonder if skipping out has truly cost you an edge with Naoya—especially now that Choso is in the picture."

Speak of the devil. Naoya appears from around the hall and calls the whole team into the conference room. As you migrate to the room, you see windows lining opposite sides. The exterior windows face the gorgeous view of the city. The interior windows face the common area of the office. After everyone packs into the room, Naoya clicks a button that instantly turns the glass from clear crystal to an opaque frost—obscuring the view beyond it. The iconic click is always a sign that the meeting is in session.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Naoya began, his tone sharp and authoritative.

In the far end of the room, you notice two voices coming from a pink-haired man and a redheaded woman, both unfamiliar and completely oblivious to Naoya’s growing irritation. From the opposite end, you hear Choso clear his throat and turn his head ever so slightly to the giggling pair. 

He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to.

The look he gave them was surprisingly soft, but still unwavering, a silent command for order. The chatter instantly dies with the two culprits shrinking under his gaze. After the tension dissolves, Naoya picks up where he left off.

From your seat, you can’t help but watch Choso, your eyes lingering on the quiet power in his demeanor. It’s not just his composure—it’s the effortless way he commands respect without ever raising his voice. You hate that it stirs something in you.

You notice the way he leans back in his chair, effortlessly exuding confidence as one arm drapes over the armrest. This position allows you to see the subtle flex of his bicep. Your eyes trail down his arm until your view jumps to get a glimpse of the muscles on his thighs. Dirty thoughts fill your mind when you think about what lies in between.

Wait, stop.

Your attraction goes head-to-head with your instincts. He’s competition, you remind yourself, shifting in your seat to refocus on the meeting. Remember: he’s here to climb the same ladder as you, and if you lose focus, you might as well hand him the next rung. You didn’t claw your way this far to let a pretty face throw you off balance.

Keep your head in the game. Keep your emotions in check. And definitely don’t let anyone, no matter how charming they are, shake your confidence.

After Naoya concludes the meeting, Choso approaches you as everyone else gathers their things, his presence quiet but commanding.

“Hey, I didn’t realize you were the other manager. I think I should properly introduce myself this time,” he says, extending a hand. His voice is the type of rich that makes it impossible to ignore him.

You tilt your head, your lips curving into a neutral smile. “No need, I got the gist earlier,” you say, nodding at him but ignoring his hand. “Welcome to the team.” You weave past him and walk down the hallway towards your next meeting.

He promptly follows you down the hall, confused. “Forgive my assumptions, but did I do something wrong?”

You stop to face him, when you realize how much he towers over you. You tilt your head only to find that your eyes land straight on his lips. Focus.

You sigh. “Listen, it’s no secret that we’re fighting for the same promotion. What you don’t know, but I do , is that you have a 99.9% chance of getting it. So until I am satisfied with the fact that I’ve given it my all, you and I are enemies.” You return to your route, hoping to leave this conversation as soon as possible.

“How do you—” trails behind you before keeping up with your stride. “Nevermind. Being enemies is a bit harsh to start with, don't you think? We’re all on the same team here.” 

“We are for now—at least until you get promoted.” You hesitate. “Then I’d have to work under you.”

His brow raises, as a devious smile spreads across his face. “I can assure you being under me wouldn’t be the worst thing .”

The thought makes your core swell. Without thinking you drop your guard. “But you see, Choso… I’d prefer to be on top —professionally speaking.”

You’re steps away from the meeting room but he stops you just short of the doorway. “Hmm. that’s a very appealing offer, I accept.” he teases. “Shall we sort out an arrangement over dinner?”

You catch a glimpse of sincerity in his eyes. Is he actually trying to make a move or is this all just for show? You can’t help but feel your cheeks flush. Though his confidence sends butterflies to your stomach, you decide to stay true to your resolve.

“Let me be clear—If you want to talk about work, you can schedule some time on my calendar. Otherwise, you should know that I have no interest in mixing business and pleasure.” As the words leave your mouth, you immediately start to wonder if you’re gonna regret your decision.

“Very well,” he playfully concedes, but the spark in his eye tells you that it’s far from over. As he takes a step to unblock your path, you feel the warm sensation of his fingers wrap around your waist.

You’re close enough to breathe in his cologne. It’s a known fragrance that you can’t quite place, but smell instinctively triggers a rush of liquid in between your legs.

He lowers himself until his breath dances around the tip of your ear. His whisper is low enough for only you to hear, “For the record, I have no issue being under you, on top of you… or even inside you ” he clears his throat before returning to his normal posture. “—professionally speaking, of course.” 

His remark left you speechless. You hesitated before finally replying, “I’ll file that under ‘things to pretend I didn’t hear.’”

He retreats back into the hallway as if he didn’t just drop a bomb on your heart. “I can say it again if you’d like,” he quips back.

You shake your head in amusement, trying your best to hide your smile. “Goodbye, Choso.”

“See you soon.” He turns his back to continue walking, tossing his hand in a casual farewell. 

You step into the meeting room, unable to wipe the stupid grin off your face. For the first time in two days, the uneasiness you’d been carrying around was nowhere to be found, leaving you to wonder what caused it in the first place.

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“Back up…he did WHAT?” Yuki blurted out in pure disbelief.

You winced, glancing around to make sure no one heard her outburst. “Shh, keep it down.”

After your final meeting of the day, you and Yuki decided to hang back in the conference room a bit longer so you could tell her what happened.

By the looks of it, she could barely contain her excitement. “Sorry, but this is huge. I can’t believe he actually tried to ask you out.”

You mentioned the dinner, but conveniently skipped over the specifics—for obvious reasons.

“Okay so when’s it’s happening?”

You look away, ashamed to tell her. “It’s not happening”

She grabs your face with both hands and turns your head back to get your attention. “What do you mean it’s not happening?”

You swipe her hands away and groan, rolling your eyes. “You know he’s my biggest competition right now and I can’t afford any distractions.”

Yuki gives you a pointed look, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. “Please. You think letting him chase you will distract you, of all people? If that’s the case you’re selling yourself really short.”

Leave it to Yuki to be your ultimate hype woman.

“You know you’re smarter than that. I’m sure you can handle a little fun and still crush it at work.”

“But—” you start, but Yuki cuts you off.

“No but—you’re overthinking it. He obviously wants you. And you’d be crazy to not want him, so why not go for it?” She leans in, her voice softening. “Look, you deserve a little excitement. You’ve already been working your ass off. Don’t let this slip away just because you’re scared to have a little fun.”

You know she’s right but you don’t want her to hear it.

You don’t need to say it though because she already knows. “Plus, if he likes you enough, maybe he’ll just give it to you,” Yuki adds.

A puzzled look forms on your face. “Ok, What does that mean?”

“You know…he falls madly in love with you, heroically declines the promotion and tells Naoya that you should get it instead. It happens in all the books and movies.”

You pause, shocked at the mere possibility of that thought. That goes against everything you’ve ever worked for. “Yuki, that’s messed up. I don’t want to get it because some man says I can have it. I want to get it because I deserve it.”

She leans back in her chair with a shrug. “Hey, I’m just saying—crazier things have been done for pussy,” her tone is easygoing.

You laugh as you get up from your seat, “Ok, I think this is my sign to go home.”

After Yuki waves goodbye, you head back to your desk to gather your things—hoping to catch Choso before he leaves for the day. No luck. He’s already gone. As you put on your coat, your conversation with Yuki replays in your mind. Are you really going to give him a chance? Every longing ache in your body screams yes, but your mind stubbornly says no.

I mean, what’s the worst that can happen when you have a little fun?

You reach the elevator just in time, sliding your hand between the doors just before they close. Stepping inside, you catch your breath when you see Choso standing there.

He leans his tall frame casually against the wall, one hand shoved into his pocket, the other holding a phone he doesn’t seem to be paying much attention to. His dark eyes flick up to meet yours, and in an instant, the air feels heavier. There is a faint hum of people packing up for the day, yet it seems deafening in the silence between you.

Your heart pounds erratically, a war drum echoing in your chest as your mind scrambles for something to say. Anything. But your tongue is heavy, and all you can do is step further inside, keeping your gaze fixed him.

The doors close with a soft thud, locking the two of you in the confined space. The proximity, the tension—it’s suffocating, exhilarating. You can feel his presence pulling your focus no matter how hard you try to resist.

He finally breaks the silence. “Hmm. You weren’t lying earlier when you said we’d have plenty of chances to meet,” he teases.

You smile at him, remembering your first encounter from the morning. The weight between you seems to lighten. “I’m sorry about earlier,” you manage to get out. As an act of truce, you extend your hand and say, “I think I’d like to properly introduce myself this time.”

As you tell him your name, he can’t help but keep his focus locked on you. The fire in your eyes ignites him as he tries to press down every filthy thought that runs through his mind: What do you taste like? What do you feel like? What do you sound like when I make you moan?

He subdues his thoughts just enough to say, “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Ch—”

As he looks down to return your handshake, he pauses—his eyes widen in disbelief. He notices three delicate stars placed between your thumb and pointer finger. He hadn’t meant for it to linger in his mind, but now, it’s all he can focus on.

Memories flood him and he remembers the softness of your skin when he pressed his lips on it, the way your fingers would glisten with wetness when they slid into your pussy, and especially the way his hands guided you towards an earth shattering release. After replaying those moments in his head, he knew he would recognize those hands anywhere.

His filthy thoughts resurfaced, causing a tightness in his jeans. What do you taste like? What do you feel like? What do you sound like when I make you moan? He didn’t need to wonder because he already knew.

When your hands finally meet, there’s an unseen electricity that charges between you. “Well, fuck,” he chuckles with amusement. “Isn’t this a pleasant surprise.”

“Huh?” The warmth between you settles but you tilt your head while your brow furrows in confusion. 

He slightly tightens his grip on your hand to pull you closer and the air begins to thicken. You’re inches away from his face and the heat of his breath sends shivers down your spine. Before you know it, His other hand slides securely to your waist, his touch beginning to feel alarmingly like second nature.

“Choso—?” His name barely escapes your lips before instinct takes over. Your eyes flutter shut, drawn to the overwhelming closeness of him. In the dark all your senses heighten. You notice how the smell of his cologne seems to fill every crevice of the elevator. Then, in an instant, your eyes shoot back open as the revelation hits you— spiced and earthy, just like the one from a few nights ago. 

Stop, wait. It can’t be.

He delicately brings your hand to his lips and the familiar warmth of his kiss tightens the coil in your center. In this moment, the rumble of his voice is absolutely unmistakable, "Hello, my little vixen. I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 1)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: me and noah are abt to blow ur minds lmfaooo -> takes place around the same timeline as the daughter!reader ones aka y/n was born in 2000

prompt: i had to

part 2

the world was raving over this billionaire playboy’s newest title: father

and boy, did the headlines get interesting

among your favorite magazine covers, your all-time favorite was

Tony Stark: World’s Most Eligible DILF

^accompanied with a picture of your dad holding you

(tony stark’s superpower is being a dilf, it’s just a fact ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

“look at us, kid. that’s me and you! wow! you make me look magnificent”

*babbling*

you were so...boring to him

like tony watching you was wonderful, he absolutely adored having a kid to take care of...but babies don’t do much of anything

rhodey came to see you every chance he got

“rhodey! what’s going on?”

“i’m not here for you, i’m here for the baby”

ouch....

rhodey was a fuckin awesome uncle

one of the only level-headed people you could call family

back to dad:

“hey, little guy, what’s up? any baby-things you wanna do today? anything on your mind?”

he really wanted you to speak to him

your first word was “duck”

he’s pretty sure you meant “fuck”

“love this kid!”

who wouldn’t?

“let’s play ‘superman’” he runs flies you around the house

he talks abt single dad things to get women to swoon over him

tony always has baby food stains and spit up all over himself

YOURE SPOILED

he has a separate garage for those tiny drivable cars that kids can vroom in, you know what im talking about

“god, you’re gonna be so cool when you grow up”

tony stark is a rough-and-tough dad

loves to get wild when it’s playtime

“y/n, catch!” *ball hits you in the face* “alright, not an athlete, that’s okay”

“i’m good!”

tinkering in the workshop with dear ol’ dad

“alright, sport, what’s your million-dollar idea?”

“a car that’s powered by water”

“i knew i shouldnt have let you watch that 70s show”

you actually did become a handful growing up

if tony didn’t want to Dad(tm) for a few hours, he’d make happy take you to chuck e. cheese

“buy the kid as many tokens as he wants, it doesn’t matter”

tony would either take a long, much needed nap or work until he crashed

one time he heard you blasting black sabbath in your room and opened the door to see you playing air guitar and he shut the door and cried

so proud

you wanted to go to school but you were a budding genius so he wanted to teach you himself

this would be around the time that tony went missing

which was traumatic for you and it didn’t seem like anybody cared

pepper was your godmother so she had to take care of you while he was away, but she was super busy and emotional about the whole thing

happy and pepper honestly acted like divorced parents shuttling their child back and forth

“it’s your day, happy! pick him up, i have to go to work!”

but eventually, tony found his way back to you and you cried really hard and there were snot bubbles and he tried to lighten the mood with jokes and he was like

“hey, i brought you some sand from my vacation!”

sir,,,, please

this mf started making a suit of armor and you didn’t think a thing of it

“can i help? can i help? can i help?”

lab assistant y/n reporting for duty

“sure, junior. grab me that screwdriver”

“flat or philips?”

“lets try flat, i gotta wedge this thing apart the old fashioned way”

you were learning so much

and he was really supportive of any idea you pitched

“we can give that a try, no problem!”

you hacked into the avengers initiative files bc you were curious about what agent coulson had to say

“dad, you would be such a cool superhero!”

“are you saying i’m not a superhero already? hellooo, single dad?”

“you’re not single! you have pepper!”

“dammit, you’re right i cant use that line anymore”

you started to DREAM of becoming an avenger

you thought you’d be able to get an in if your dad committed to it

“my dad’s an avenger” -you to everyone when youre trying to threaten them

“so, mr. fury, when can i become an avenger?”

“how old are you?”

“i’ll be 13 real soon”

“ask your dad”

honestly tony liked the idea of a father/son superhero team

but in practice?

“hey, y/n, sorry if i don’t tell you this enough, but i love you”

“love you too, dad”

the avengers seemed to enjoy your company

you still radiated stark energy, so that really hurt your likable-ness

“c-can i get your autograph?” -you to captain america

“not you too!” -tony

“shhh, dad, i’m talking to a celebrity”

tony is majorly offended

soon the avengers were your family, which was odd to get used to

lots happens in your life, that was for sure

every time you turned on the news it was something about an avenger

“dad...cnn says steve is a fugitive”

“sucks to be him” *eats toast*

tony makes u breakfast special :)

“want a pop tart?”

“sure...yeah, nat’s a fugitive too, it seems”

“she’ll be fine”

avengers tower was pretty cool, you and thor played ping pong together when you were there

“thor, if you use mjölnir as a paddle again you’re gonna kill me with a ping pong ball!”

you hung out at the malibu house a whole lot

theres a framed picture of the “Tony Stark: DILF” magazine cover on your wall

your friends were other rich kids

“y/n, you know all your friends are douchebags, right?”

“i am well aware”

you threw parties at said malibu house when tony and pepper were gone

“sir, there’s a disturbance at your home”

“which one, JARVIS?”

“malibu”

“shit, y/n’s there! what’s wrong?”

“see for yourself” *pulls up cameras*

“are you kidding me, JARVIS? you think i care if y/n’s trashing the house? you had me thinking he was being attacked or held hostage or something, jesus”

you programmed “the panic protocol” into JARVIS’s system without tony knowing, which can sense when tony has anxiety/panic attacks and figure out how to calm him

JARVIS sends you a notification if you aren’t in immediately vicinity, then he troubleshoots to find the best solution for tony until you can help

either music, counting, breathing reminders, water reminders, etc

“dad, everything alright?”

“im good, son! real good!”

eventually you found a good excuse for getting a suit

“dad, i think terrorist attacks warrant a need for armor...for my protection!”

“fine, we’ll develop a suit for you”

“no need! i already engineered one while you were busy, it’s downstairs”

“impressive. you’re grounded”

“nooo! unground me please!”

“fine, ungrounded”

youre one foot in the door becoming an avenger

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Warnings:  Brief mentions of canon violence and topics surrounding PTSD. Mentions of fighting within a relationship, alcohol, and smoking. Potentially a little out of character. 

a/n: Once again there is no dialogue in this because I can’t write that apparently. 

I took an unplanned break from writing and then this came to me when yearning in @mitchi-c ‘s inbox. Thank you for all of the continued love on my fic’s and sticking with me as I worked through a rough few weeks month. 

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Javier is away for a week and is anxious to get home.

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The pillow next to you was cold. The couch unoccupied by a tired body. The cup in the bathroom held one less tooth brush. The kitchen table was free of cigarette butts and miscellaneous stolen manila files folders. Javier had been gone for a week and fuck. The sudden radio silence was driving you crazy.

It wasn’t the longest he had been gone, nor the longest you had been gone. Time away from each other was common and ingrained in your lifestyle. Mix matched schedules and late nights or early mornings contributed to savoring every lingering moment. The night before a lengthier trip normally consisted of take out and a few beers before retreating to each other’s arms under the covers. This trip was different. The day before he left had ended in bitter words swimming in whiskey and a slammed door. Leaving both parties on opposite ends of the door and red with anger and guilt. 

The drags on his cigarette became longer and longer as Javier tried to ease his mind when he turned the corner to your apartment building. Remaining guilt lingered with the anticipation of being in your arms again, making him feel sick from something other than the nicotine in his system. Pulling to a stop in the designated parking spot for your building, his eyes wandered up to your window. Memories of watching the sunset through them or seeing your head peak through the linen curtains to see if he had arrived yet flooded his brain. His heart stalled and quickened to a hammering pace as he saw your lights off. Without better judgment, his mind jumped to the worst possible conclusions before centering himself on the fact that it was an unspeakable hour in the early morning. He knew you had to work in just a few hours and never expected you to wait up for him. Yet he couldn’t shake the fear that momentarily paralyzed him in the driver's seat. He wouldn’t blame you if you had left, he just wanted to make sure nothing happened to you. 

Sighing and carding a hand through his sweaty hair he took gentle steps and tried his best to close the door quietly as he came in. The apartment was clean, cleaner than he had left it and his heart sank a little with knowing he had left an unorganized mess for you to clean up after him. The need to check on you before he could let go of the long week behind him had become a habit. His heart constricted as he peered into the dark bedroom, the hallway light illuminating the outline of your figure under the sheets through the slightly cracked door. The next breath felt like clean air in his lungs, no longer polluted by fear. Not ready to sleep just yet, and not wanting to disturb you, he turned back to the kitchen. A wave of exhaustion crashed through him as he walked down the hallway flicking off the light to let you sleep as he went. 

Back in the kitchen, his eyes scanned the shelves within the fridge, before deciding he wasn’t hungry. Containers of leftovers and a half drunk bottle of wine sat next to an untouched new case of his favorite beer.

He sighed and grabbed a beer. Leaning against the counter, Javier trusted it to hold his weight as he took a sip. He closed his eyes and the relief of being home finally washed through him, fighting the wave of exhaustion dragging him down. 

His mind wandered as the alcohol flowed through his system, temporarily numbing the loud intrusive thoughts in the back of his brain. No matter how unsuccessful it was, the week was behind him and you were safe. That’s all that mattered now. The blood staining his hands had not reached you this week. 

Lost in lethargic thought, he didn’t hear you sleepily pad into the kitchen. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders, draping off you like a cape. He stiffened at your sudden appearance in his arms. Blinking, all of his worries eased that moment. His brain swarmed with thoughts of you instead of images of the harsh reality he lived in (like how cute you looked in his shirt and the blanket wrapped around your shoulders). Nothing plagued his brain more than you, and here you stood in between his arms, looking up at him with wide and sleep filled eyes. A comforting sight for sore eyes. 

He placed a kiss on your head, running a thumb on your cheek before wrapping his arms around you tightly. Holding onto your frame for dear life mumbling about how you needed your sleep. . Even after a week of cold sheets, empty arms and out of grasp conversations. With every possible exit point wide open. You remained. Guilt ate through his stomach and to his throat. After all he had put you through, the late nights, bitter words, everything, why had you stayed? He couldn’t be more thankful that you did. It was a confessed moment of selfishness. You were his home. His everything. And here you were in his arms, not a figment of his imagination teasing and calling him back to reality. Man did it feel good to be home. A soft smile formed to his lips as your hands cupped his face and the blanket fell. 

Coaxing him into bed with a kiss and a promise to hold him close. To make up for lost time and harsh words with nothing more than just taking comfort within your arms. Contact was kept as he carefully stepped over the blanket, beer forgotten on the counter as the bedroom door closed behind him with a kick of his foot. Laying beneath the covers, his hands found the small of your back. Gently kneading out any tension that you held there. Your head pressed into the crook of his neck, breathing in every scent you missed. Harsh words forgotten and forgiven for the time being. Vulnerable moments like these were unfamiliar to Javier. He couldn’t help but feel tension rise on the bridge of his nose, his eyes withholding the bubbling rawness that arose as you mumbled the three words he said out loud too little. I love you. He only responded with a gentle kiss and a whisper of a promise that the both of you were safe. At least for now. He waited until he heard a soft snore come through your lips before he echoed his response. Mumbling it back like a broken record skipping into your hair. Silently questioning how he deserved to have such a home to return to after all that he has done. It was something you would scold him for later, but he allowed the peaceful air to create a moment of vulnerability, one of pure admiration for you as he pulled you closer than imaginable and stared at the ceiling. Listening to your even and steady breaths, feeling your heartbeat against his ribcage. He would always come back to you, the guilt of leaving you waiting was too much. The thought of you in his arms comforted him as much as his arms comforted you. 

Sleep never came easy to him, but with the knowledge of you being safe in his arms, he could quiet his mind for at least a little bit. Enough to get through the hours until dawn when you would wake up for work and he would return to his coping mechanism of cigarettes and liquor. Until your arms opened again and the the cover of night allowed for him to relax into the bed mumbling, 

I love you. 

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[peachyteez]

second chances ≫ DAY ONE, STRANGE NURSE.

as a feral wolf hybrid that was violent with all of the employees assigned to him, seonghwa was subjected to be put down. however, jiyu being the softhearted feral hybrid nurse she was, she decided to save seonghwa no matter what.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

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✧ notes: featuring bunny!soobin because i couldn’t resist.

next。

hybrids. half human, half animal. humans that not only possess an animal’s features and personality, but also have the ability to shapeshift into their respective animal.

owning a hybrid wasn’t something uncommon. as a matter of fact, it’s an idea actually encouraged by society. of course, there were people who take advantage of their authority over hybrids and force them into unspeakable, sometimes even illegal, acts for their own benefits or pleasures.

and jiyu despised them.

she never understood how some people have the heart to selfishly exploit their own hybrids. hybrids were practically considered humans, too, were they not? so why treat them as if they were worthless?

“jiyu!”

a voice snapped her out of her thoughts. looking up, she noticed yeonjun, one of her coworkers and deskmate, staring at her with a raised eyebrow.

“sheesh, i called your name three times and it was like i didn’t even exist!” he whined.

jiyu lightly scoffed before she continued typing up a progress report for one of the hybrids under her care. “sorry, got lost in my thought again,” she apologized. “but what’s up?”

yeonjun handed her a stack of files. “can you enter these into the system? some are new and some have to be...” he trailed off, trying to find a soft way to put it.

jiyu knew what he meant. “okay. just leave them here, i’ll get to them once i’m done with soobin’s report.”

“ah, the new bunny! how’s he doing?” yeonjun asked, seeming eager to know about the condition of the new bunny hybrid that was recently admitted into the recovery facility.

jiyu smiled as she saved the document. “he’s making progress. he spoke a little more today compared to when he first came in.”

yeonjun sat down next to jiyu. “that’s good to hear. poor guy was so timid before,” he reminisced.

jiyu took the top file and started sorting through the contents. “he was. he barely spoke a full sentence.” flipping through the contents of the file, jiyu realized it was for a hybrid that was about to be put down. “park seonghwa...” she read the name aloud.

yeonjun leaned over to take a peek. “oh, yeah. he’s under my care, but he got transferred over to the feral ward. probably has some hatred or distrust against humans since he keeps attacking the nurses that come in for his checkup,” he said.

jiyu kept silent as she looked at the picture of the wolf hybrid attached to the file. she frowned. no hybrid deserved to be put down. but alas, she didn’t have any say over the matter since upper management makes the final calls over matters like that.

“jiyu, you can go on your lunch break now,” yeonjun nudged. “it’s twelve–thirty.”

standing up, jiyu strectched her arms over her head. “just leave the files on my desk. i’ll finish entering them in when i get back,” she said before leaving the office. yeonjun hummed in acknowledgement.

jogging down the hall, she came to a halt in front of one of the hybrid’s rooms. “soobin, can i come in?” jiyu asked with a knock to the door. hearing a faint ‘come in’, she entered the code into the keypad and the door automatically opened. peeking inside, she noticed the bunny hybrid wrapped in his blanket and watching TV.

she softly chuckled before closing the door. “look what i brought for you,” she said in a sing–song voice before taking out a bread packet from her white lab coat pocket.

his ears perking at at the familiar sound of the packet crinkling, his head whipped over in her direction before making a leap with his blanket for the packet. taking it from jiyu, he softly smiled. “thank you,” he softly said before sitting back down on his bed. he opened the packet and nibbled on the pastry.

jiyu sat next to him and gently rubbed his head. “did the nurses take you outside yet?” she asked. the facility had a little field area outside for the hybrids.

soobin nodded his head. “i met a golden–retriever hybrid outside! his name was beomgyu,” soobin proudly stated. “he’s really energetic, though...” he sheepishly added.

jiyu chuckled at soobin’s newfound enthusiasm. “is that so?” she vaguely remembered yeonjun telling her about beomgyu’s endless amount of energy once he fully adjusted to the facility. “did you have fun with him?”

“yep! we made—”

before soobin could continue telling jiyu about his time outside, a loud crash echoed from down the hall, followed by a scream. startled, soobin yelped and hid under his blanket.

gently giving his a few pats, jiyu immediately got up. “i’ll be right back soobin,” she said before frantically running out of the room and towards the source of the sound.

jiyu saw an open door to one of the rooms down the hall and assumed that was where the crash came from. looking in, jiyu’s eyes widened at the scene in front of her.

a hybrid was cornering a nurse, ready to pounce. the hybrid’s back was facing towards jiyu, making it easier for her to sneak up behind him and give him an anesthetic shot. the hybrid stumbled around before falling to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

with a sigh of relief, jiyu observed the state of the room. papers, medicine bottles, and medical equipment were scattered everywhere. “what happened?” she asked the nurse as she extended a hand out to help her stand.

the nurse was slightly trembling. “i–i was g-giving him h-his weekly c-checkup and all of a sudden he just...he just...”

“he attacked?” jiyu finished for her. seeing the nurse frantically nod, she sighed before shooting the nurse a soft smile. “you can go take a break. i can take care of things in here.”

“t-thank you!” the nurse gratefully said before scurrying out of the room.

jiyu’s eyes scanned the condition of the room once more before going to look at the name plate outside next to the door. she almost choked on her spit. park seonghwa.

“well, yeonjun definitely wasn’t lying,” she mumbled to herself. she took a look at the unconscious hybrid. “now how am i suppose to get him onto the bed...”

ten minutes and a few cracked joints later, jiyu sighed in relief when she successfully hauled the wolf hybrid onto his bed. she spotted the numerous toothless plushies lined along the side and her heart melted. turning away, she started cleaning the room. while picking up and organizing the various medicine bottles, she felt her heart drop to her stomach when she heard soft growling behind her.

slowly turning around, she was met with seonghwa’s glare and bared canines. without her hearing or even noticing, the anesthetic wore off on seonghwa and he had huddled into the corner of the bed and the wall.

the most logical option she had was to slowly back out of the room and close the door, but something about seonghwa made jiyu stay rooted in her spot. the longer she looked at the growling hybrid in front of her, the more she realized how scared he looked rather than intimidating.

“you’re scared, aren’t you?” she mumbled, mainly to herself but seonghwa managed to understand with his enhanced hearing. as if to prove her wrong, he started growling louder.

jiyu realized he must’ve been nonverbal if all he’s done so far was growl at her. she slowly put her hands up. “i won’t hurt you, buddy,” she softly reassured. seonghwa’s eyes quickly flitted to the open door then back to her. she softy smiled. “no one else is going to either.”

she gestured to the toothless plushies, trying to get seonghwa to loosen up and relax. “you really like toothless, don’t you?”

seonghwa glanced down at the multiple plushies next to him. his eyes slightly softened and jiyu swore they were filled with a child–like curiosity and sparkle. she couldn’t help but chuckle, causing the hybrid’s attention to shift back onto her. fortunately, his growling stopped, but he still had a hard stare.

“will you let me clean up the rest of the room?” she asked. seonghwa didn’t say anything, but he didn’t object. as she cleaned, seonghwa’s eyes were trained on her figure, following her every move.

he was quite confused. normally, others would’ve left his room out of fear when he growls at them, yet this female stayed and even talked to him.

“there, all done!” jiyu chirped when she put the last bottle on the shelf. glancing at the clock, her eyes widnened when she realized her lunch break ended five minutes ago. “oh my god, i need to go,” she mumbled before turning to seonghwa. “it was nice meeting you, seonghwa. who knows, maybe i’ll come by again later,” she smiled before leaving the room.

seonghwa stared at the door after she closed it. she really was a strange nurse.

yeonjun weirdly stared at jiyu when she came back late. “where were you? your break ended ten minutes ago.”

jiyu bit the inside of her cheek, debating on whether or not she should tell him the truth. “would you believe me if i said i was in park seonghwa’s room?” she meekly asked.

yeonjun practically choked on air. “you were where?!” he shouted. jiyu slapped a hand over his mouth while sheepishly smiling to her other coworkers who looked over at them.

“don’t scream,” she chastised as she uncovered his mouth.

“b-but you don’t even have a scratch on you!” he resorted to whisper-shouting. “are you joking around with me?”

jiyu rolled her eyes. “no, you idiot, i’m not. i really was in there. he was about to attack a poor nurse and i just happened to hear the commotion and help out.”

yeonjun raised an eyebrow. “yet he didn’t attack you?”

“...i guess not.”

“huh, interesting. i wonder why,” yeonjun pondered. “he usually attacks everyone that comes in to check up on him...”

suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head. “transfer him to me.”

yeonjun almost fell out of his chair. “pardon?”

“i didn’t enter his put–down proposition into the system yet, so the higher ups don’t know about it. transfer him to me. plus he doesn’t attack me, so i’ll take care of him.”

yeonjun stared at her like she grew a second head. “y-you want to take park seonghwa. the violent wolf hybrid,” he said, making sure he heard her right.

“yes, yeonjun,” she deadpanned.

after a moment of hesitation and contemplating, yeonjun slowly nodded. “alright. but the moment he’s violent with you, let me know, okay?” he pulled up seonghwa’s file on his monitor. “there, i emailed seonghwa’s file to you.”

jiyu smiled. “thanks!” she cheered before turning to her computer to create an application for her new patient. 

park seonghwa; wolf hybrid.

[plaidbooks]

I was going to request a Nick fic, but I see you have a lot coming up so I’ll chill ☺️ Instead can I request a Rafael one where him and Liv actually do have some sort of secret thing going on, but reader starts as a new detective with SVU and her and Rafael have an instant connection.

To Love Again

A/N: Heya Anon--never feel hesitant about sending in a request! Even if I’m backed up on someone, I’ll gladly take any request haha!. Anyways, this got...a lot more angst than I meant for it to, whoops. I hop you enjoy (and there’s a small possibility for this to get a sequel, depending on inspiration).

This also jumps perspective, between Rafi and reader. Just a heads-up.

Tags: implied smut, angst with a happy? ending, mentions of sexual assault (no details given), alcohol

Words: 2650

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It had started one drunken night, by mutual agreement, after a rough case and an even rough loss. Rafael and Olivia had gone out for drinks, to take the edge off after getting back the “not guilty” verdict. To show that they weren’t mad at each other. To show that they could work through the arguments and disagreements they had through the whole trial, the whole case. And the night had ended with Rafael waking up in Olivia’s bed. It was awkward at first, but they had talked about it; they cared for each other, but not in that way. It was simply…stress relief. And it didn’t happen again. Not until another rough loss, about two months later.

“We’re both single adults—we’re being safe about it. Who cares?” Olivia had said one day, and Rafael had agreed. Like they said, they cared about each other. Just not in that way. Who cares if they found relief in each other’s bodies once in a blue moon? It didn’t go beyond that, which was fine with Rafael; his heart was too shriveled up for a relationship, anyways. This was simpler, easier.

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There was a knock on his office door late in the afternoon. Glancing up, he called out for whoever it was to enter, curious as to who was coming to meet with him. He had no appointments at this time, though it wasn’t rare that people stopped by for one thing or another. He quirked an eyebrow though as you entered his office; he had never seen you before.

“Mr. Barba? I’m here to drop off some signed statements from the Jackson case, and to pick up a warrant for Wilson’s apartment,” you said shyly, coming to stand in front of his desk. You held the paperwork out to him, and he took it from you, that eyebrow still raised. You swallowed nervously as his bright green eyes roamed over your face.

“And who are you?” Rafael asked. His voice was light, a conversational tone.

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Oh! Detective [Y/L/N]; I just started with SVU a few days ago. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself,” you replied, smiling sheepishly and holding out your hand.

His lips twitched up at the corners, and he took your hand, shaking it. Olivia had told him that she was getting a new detective soon, but he didn’t know she already did. Nor that you would look so….

“You said the Wilson warrant, correct?” Rafael asked, pulling his hand back, flipping through files.

“That’s the one.” You watched his fingers run over the pages on his desk, flicking through the paper. Your face grew warmer as you thought about what those fingers would feel like against your skin, moving down your body, pushing under your pants….

“Ah, here it is,” he said, breaking you out of your lewd thoughts. He passed the folded warrant to you, and you thanked him, face now completely on fire. His eyes were sparkling with mischief, as if he knew exactly where your mind had been. “Would you like to get a nightcap with me tonight, Detective? Get to know each other a little better?”

Your breath hitched. “I-I’d like that very much,” you replied, smiling at him. “I’m off at 8 tonight. Is that alright?”

Rafael nodded. “Of course. Meet me at Forlini’s after you’re off.”

You turned to leave, warrant in hand, then you remembered that your new business cards had come in, with your personal cell phone number on it. Taking one from your pocket, you handed it to Rafael. “Here’s my number…if I’m late, feel free to text. I’m the new kid, so don’t be surprised it I get stuck with OT,” you laughed, and he smirked, tucking the card into his pocket.

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You made it to Forlini’s shortly after you got off; no OT, not tonight. Rafael was already sitting at the bar, a glass of amber liquid in front of him. His suit jacket was off, hanging over the back of his chair. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off his forearms, and you had a moment to stare before he turned and saw you heading over towards him.

“Detective,” Rafael greeted, nodding towards you, a grin on his face. “What are you drinking?”

“Ah, vodka cranberry. I’m on call tonight, so only one drink for me,” you smiled back at him. You could hold your liquor well enough that one drink wouldn’t kill you. But that was it; you didn’t want to mess anything up, especially this early in your new career as detective. You worked too hard to get here.

Rafael nodded in acknowledgement. “Fair enough.” He waved down the bartender, ordering your drink onto his tab.

“Thank you,” you said, to both the bartender and Rafael as you were handed your drink. You both sat in silence, sipping your drinks, eyeing each other. Rafael was, well, attractive. You had heard about him, of course; when Olivia had sent you to get a warrant earlier that evening, everyone in the department had a warning for you about his sass, his sarcasm. But he seemed nice enough, and those eyes…those forearms…those fingers….

“What made you decide to go for SVU?” he asked, bringing your attention back to him.

“I’ve, uh, I’ve always wanted to help people. And so many of my friends were…assaulted when I was younger, back before we knew what the word meant. I’ve seen firsthand what it can do…what it does to people. And if I can help even one person reclaim their life, then it’s all worth it.” You didn’t mean to go so in depth, but once you started talking, you realized you couldn’t stop. And something about Rafael seemed…comforting. Like you wanted to tell him your whole life story. Maybe that’s why his conviction record was so high.

He nodded along with you, his eyes boring into you, watching you intently. “That’s a noble cause. You do realize that there’s a lot of grey areas in this job, though, right? And that the justice system doesn’t always win out?” He said it matter-of-factly, his voice unwavering. But there was a slight sadness underneath, tinting his eyes as he said it.

“I-I know…. We won’t always get our guy. We won’t always win. But the fight is worth it, if only to validate the victims, to put the behavior in the spotlight, to make it easier for the next victim,” you sighed, “because there will always be another victim.”

Rafael noticed how your voice had changed and decided to go for a lighter topic. “So, who’s your partner?”

“Uh, Fin, so he can keep an eye on me. And also Carisi—he tells me it’s because it’s getting colder and Fin doesn’t want to leave the warmth of the precinct,” you answered, smiling slightly.

“Stuck with Fordham, huh? I don’t know how you’re going to stay sane with him. He’s started shadowing me, and I already have a headache just thinking about it.”

You laughed, and Rafael chuckled. “Come on, he’s not that bad. A little excitable…. That’s cool that he’s shadowing you, though. Getting some hands-on experience.”

“Yeah, cool for him. Though, I have to admit, he has some…decent points every now and again,” Rafael conceded. Then, he gave you a sharp look, “you are to never tell him that I said that.”

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Conversation flowed easily between you two, and you ended up staying much later than you thought at Forlini’s, simply chatting with the counselor. You switched to water after your one drink, making sure you had a clear mind in case you were called in. But by 11pm, you still hadn’t received a call, and you were getting tired.

“I think I should head home…I got work in the morning,” you said reluctantly. You didn’t want to leave; you were having a lot of fun with Rafael. You had no idea why the other detectives had warned you about him.

“I’ll walk you out,” Rafael replied, finishing his drink and waving the bartender down. You waited while he paid, thanking him again for your drink. And then he was leading you out of the bar, his hand on your lower back, sending electricity through you.

“Thank you for tonight, Rafael; I had a lot of fun talking with you,” you smiled at him.

He grinned back at you, waving down a cab for you. “I had a good time, too. I’m excited to work with you.” A cab pulled up, and he opened the door for you. You brushed past him, and he grabbed your elbow, turning you back to him. His lips were suddenly on yours, the kiss gentle, innocent. You froze for a moment before you kissed him back, savoring the taste, the feel of him against you. Pulling back, you both looked at each other, panting slightly. It took your brain a moment to catch up to what just happened, and now that it did, you panicked, mumbling a goodnight, and climbing into the taxi, leaving Rafael standing on the sidewalk.

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He wasn’t sure what had come over him, what had possessed him to kiss you in front of Forlini’s. This was…different than what he had with Olivia. With Liv, it was all stress that was shoved down, down until it burst out of both of them. There were no feelings when it came to sleeping with Liv, just primal urges, actions. But sitting in Forlini’s, talking to you, Rafael felt….

That was just the problem, wasn’t it? Rafael felt, something that hasn’t happened in so long, he almost forgot what it meant to feel, what it…felt like. And you had returned the kiss! But then, before he could even attempt a next step—whether it was an apology or inviting himself over to your place, even he wasn’t sure—your eyes had gone wide with surprise, and you had fled. And now, Rafael was at a loss for what to do. He had your number; should he call you? Text? Should he apologize? Or should he lay on the charm, try and slip into your pants, your bed? And what the fuck was he going to tell Liv? Sorry, we can’t sleep together anymore cause I’m fucking your new detective? But that wasn’t even true yet! Sighing, he went back into Forlini’s, ordering another drink.

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Thankfully, one of these situations had fixed themselves…though, it still fucking hurt. Olivia had come into Rafael’s office late one night, a few days after the incident at Forlini’s, closing and locking the door—the tell-tale sign that they were going to discuss some…personal matters.

“We can’t do this anymore, Rafa,” Liv had murmured, her voice soft. Even in his secluded office, the walls had ears. And while she was being vague on purpose, Rafael understood immediately.

“What’s changed?” he asked idly. He wasn’t…mad, but he was a little surprised, and hurt. He had enjoyed having a warm body in his bed, rather than his hand.

“I’ve…” Olivia dropped her voice lower, and Rafael had to strain her ears to hear her. “I’ve started seeing someone.” Rafael nodded, keeping his face neutral. He was happy for his friend; she deserved someone who loved her, cared for her. But he couldn’t stop the jealousy that cropped up. Not so much at her, but at the fact that she had found someone.

“Well, it was fun while it lasted,” Rafael smirked, going back to the motion he was currently filling out. He thought back to the kiss with you, and his heart constricted.

“Are we okay?” Liv asked, her voice low.

Rafael glanced up at her, his eyes softening. “Of course, we are. I’ll always care about you, Liv. And I’m happy you found someone.”

Olivia nodded once, her hand rubbing Rafael’s shoulder lovingly, before she left his office. Sighing, he pulled out his phone, your card, and typed in your number.

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You didn’t know why you answered your phone when an unknown number called, nor why you gave him your address when you learned it was Rafael. You weren’t entirely sure why you let him into your apartment when he showed up 20 minutes later, nor why you opened the bottle of spice rum when he asked if you had alcohol. But the most confounding thing to you was when he kissed you again, you didn’t stop him. In fact, you escalated it, pulling his shirt off.

Groaning as you woke up, you froze as you felt strong arms around your naked body, a warm chest against your back, a heavy breath tickling your neck. Oh fuck, you didn’t…no way. But the soreness between your legs, your naked body against his, and your memories of the night prior were slowly coming back to you, and you grimaced. You were not the type of person to sleep with someone you had just met, drunk or not. It didn’t matter that you found him attractive, or that from what you remembered, the sex was phenomenal. This wasn’t you, so what happened?

“Morning,” Rafael’s voice was still thick with sleep, husky in your ear. His lips brushed over your shoulder, his arms tugging you tighter against him.

“Uh, morning Rafael,” you replied softly. But he heard the hesitance in your voice.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his breath warm on your skin.

You sighed, rolling over to look at him. “This…I don’t know how to say this…” you trailed off, and he furrowed his brow. “I’m…I don’t just…sleep around with people….”

Realization swept over his face. “Oh. I’m…I’m sorry. You seemed…you seemed okay with it last night. And I used a condom—”

“No, I’m not blaming you, I promise.” You sighed, looking away. The sadness, the regret on his face was too much for you to bare. “I mean…I like you, Rafael, but I don’t know you.”

In the softest voice, he said, “this is…this is all I know. I’m so sorry.” He rolled over, pulling away from you. He got out of bed, moving around your room, grabbing his clothes, and pulling on articles of clothing as he went.

You watched in silence, your heart breaking. What did that mean? “I’d like to, though…know you, that is.” Rafael turned to look at you, his brow furrowed once more. “But let’s take it slow, go out on a date or two, learn about each other.”

“A date?”

You smiled softly at him. “You have been on a date, right?” you joked.

“…not in many, many years.”

Your smile faded and your heart strained for the man—that kiss at Forlini’s and last night made so much more sense now. You wondered when the last time he felt genuine love was…and how badly it must’ve ended for him to be this broken over it.

“Then I’ll remind you. We’ll go slow, take baby steps…that is, if you want,” you said.

Rafael nodded, his head barely moving, and he blinked away the tears that threatened to form. “I’d like that. You’ll…you’ll have to be patient with me,” he warned.

“Lucky for you, I have all the patience of a detective,” you grinned, and his lips twitched upwards. “Let’s start with lunch. Today work for you?”

He nodded once more, then left your room to let you dress. This could work; you’d teach the counselor about love again, let the walls around his heart down, let him feel again. Rafael was, of course, afraid of being hurt again; he felt like his heart still wasn’t fully put back together. But after this many years, he alone obviously wasn’t enough for the job. Maybe he needed someone else to help. And he trusted you, more than he thought he could after everything he’s gone through throughout his life, especially since you had just met. Sure, he was terrified about all of this. But for you…for you, he was willing to try.

[breanime]

Are you taking requests for preferences?? If you are not that's cool but if you are could you do one about how the boys are when they are sick pretty pleaaase ❤❤❤

Billy Russo: He doesn’t even admit he’s sick. He tries to “walk it off”. Billy doesn’t like anyone seeing him weak--especially you. But he can’t help but lean into your affection, and he loves the way you take care of him. He also tries to work when he’s sick, but you forbid it and hide his files. Billy actually gets over sicknesses quick, so once he’s well, he’s spoiling you with gifts and fancy dinners to thank you. 

Logan Delos: Our favorite cowboy slut is a big old BRAT when he’s sick. He demands cuddles, he wants your hand in his hair at all times, he’s wearing his pretty pink mink coat (if you’ve read my Logan work, you know the one!), he wants you to spoon feed him. He wants to nap in your arms, and yes... He still wants plenty of kisses too. 

Jax Teller: Let’s be real, Jax was a spoiled kid, and he’s a spoiled man now. He’s not as bad as Logan (no one is), but he does expect to be taken care of. Jax loves a home-cooked meal, and he adores home-cooked chicken noodle soup. But he hates medicine, and so you have to literally sit on his chest and force him to eat it...and he gets to cup your ass, so... it’s worth it, to Jax. 

Coco Cruz: Coco doesn’t even realize he’s sick until he passes out on his bike. Like, one second he’s up and about, the next he’s in his bed with you at his bedside. Coco has never been taking care of before, so he kind of just lays back, wide eyed, and lets you... He finds himself falling more and more in love with you as you get him medicine and make sure he sleeps well, he’s almost overwhelmed by the force of his own feelings--in a good way, though. 

Angel Reyes: Angel is used to being the caregiver, so when he’s sick, he’s surprised when you make him lay down while you cook and clean for him. But it’s a good surprise, and he happily lets you take care of him. He doesn’t whine or complain when he’s sick, he’s making jokes and coughing with how much he’s making himself laugh the whole time, the big idiot... I love him. 

Miguel Galindo: Miguel is annoyed with himself when he gets sick. He complains about his “weak immune system”, and he tries to work. There’s really no stopping him, but you do get him to work in small bursts, and you make sure he’s hydrated while he does. Since Alvarez became his number 2, Miguel is a little more lax, meaning he trusts Alvarez to do things without him, so he allows you to baby him and he does rest. Besides--how can you run an empire when you’re sick? So he wills himself to get better because he’s Miguel fucking Galindo. 

Nick Amaro: You have to make Nick stay home when he’s sick. He will literally work till he drops, so you take time off too, and you make sure he takes his medicine, eats lots of healthy foods, and drinks a lot of water. He’s very grateful, and Nick is at his most cuddly when sick, so you get in bed with him and hold him... a week later, you’re sick now. 

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny is a baby when he’s sick. He’s whining, he’s writhing, he’s kicking blankets off and then whining that he’s cold--he’s an infant. He wants to go surfing and play video games and do all the stuff he normally does, but he can’t because he’s sick. So he complains. The only time he isn’t whining is when you’re holding him or kissing his forehead or tucking him in, then he’s all batting eyelashes and sweet smiles. The cutie...

Rio: When Rio is sick, he sleeps. He knows he’s not at his best, and he doesn’t want to spend more time being sick than he has to, so he just rests. He likes having you near, and he’ll sleep with his arms around you or his head in your lap. He blinks up, his eyelids heavy, and smile up at you. “Thanks for takin’ such good care of me, mama,” he’ll say, his voice low and rougher than usual, “Promise I’ll make this up to you when I’m better.”

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[portalhome]

THE PRICE OF MAGIC // MASTERPOST 

Thought it was time to put all of the tpom links, tags, and worldbuilding tidbits in one place! This wip is my main project and contains just about every ounce of creative energy I can muster. 

GENRE - ya urban fantasy, lgbt+, humor

STATUS - third draft in progress

SETTING - magic university, present day

FEATURING - a sacrifice based magic system / magic doorways and secret passageways / an emphasis upon platonic love / an overuse of the word fuck / a complete lack of cishet characters because I’m gay and I said so 

SYNOPSIS - 

Inna relies on Alice for magic. They're casting partners: a symbol of absolute trust, a bond that cannot be broken. When Alice wakes up with no memory of Inna or the world around her, Inna will stop at nothing to find out what happened to the person she cares about most-- even if that absolute trust is suddenly one-sided.

Addison knows that no one actually believes in "universal givers," those that can give magic to anyone and aren't restricted to their casting partner, and that's the only reason he's still alive. But when people like him start mysteriously disappearing, Addison knows he's in danger yet doesn't have a clue who he can go to for help. 

// Worldbuilding details, character bios, and links under the cut. // 

MAGIC SYSTEM - 

Magic demands a price from everyone. The larger the sacrifice, the larger the portion of energy given. But here's the catch: those who make the sacrifice are not those who receive the energy. Magic can only be given.

DEFINITIONS - 

casting partner (colloq. "right ring"); irreversible bond that allows the transfer of magic energy between the individuals, often signified by a ring on the right ring finger.

sacrifice (sometimes "magic sacrifice" or "gift"); quite literally the "price" of magic, varies by individual. inherited from either biological parent. common examples include blood, money, sleep. sacrifices can be passive or active.

active sacrifice; requires direct action on the sacrificer’s part. example: money. to sacrifice you must discard/destroy your own funds. 

passive sacrifice; requires only intention by the sacrificer. example: memories. to sacrifice you must purposefully and willfully offer up the memory you are willing to lose and it will be taken from you. 

universal giver; mythical individuals who are able to gift magic to any other individual. (this differs from the norm, in which magic can only be gifted to a casting partner.)

CHARACTERS - 

Inna (#c: inna) - she/her - aroace - [sacrifice redacted] 

Alice (#c: alice) - she/her - bi - sacrifices memories 

Certified Mess (TM). Just wants to figure out what she wants to do with her life. Casting partners with Inna. 

Easygoing, quiet, sweet. Education major. Resident badass. 

Addison (#c: addison) - he/him - bi - sacrifices his relationships (active)

Non-confrontational, scared of most things. Music student. 

Seren (#c: seren) - they/them - bi - sacrifice unknown (orphan with no knowledge of their lineage) 

Always ready to fight. Magic student. Fierce and loudly opinionated. 

Kit (#c: kit) - he/him - gay, trans - sacrifices honesty 

Always brimming with energy. Nosy and loud. Casting partner and boyfriend to Tristin. Theater student.  

Tristin (#c: tristin) - he/him - aspec gay - sacrifices sleep 

The calm to Kit’s storm. Patient, level-headed. Wants to learn as much as humanly possible. Physical science student. 

LINKS AND TAGS - 

taglist (like/reply to be added)

wip tag is #wip: tpom

fanart found in #art tag

excerpts filed under #tpom excerpt

posts featuring all six main characters filed under #c: the gang

ship specific tags are #ship: addiseren and #ship: triskit

wip ppt intro

wip page (desktop only) 

wip playlist (film/game scores that give me The Vibes)

character intros 

setting intros

worldbuilding posts

Thank you for your attention! I’ve never put more time, energy, and love into a single project before and I’m so excited to share it with others! 

[megalony]

Help me, Doctor- Part 2

Here is the second part of my new Doctor! Ben Hardy series that I hope you are all liking so far.

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Series taglist: @blog-hannahnicole

Summary: (Y/n) is referred to Ben when her other doctors don’t know what’s wrong with her. Ben is one of the best doctors to treat her… but the problem is that he already knows (Y/n) and has slept with her before.

Ben Hardy masterlist

Part 1

Enjoy.

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The last thing (Y/n) remembered was Ben trying his best to hold her up and get her to walk to his car. The moment he started driving, her head had fallen against the cold window that was steaming up before her eyes turned to look at the back of her head and she felt as if a switch had turned off in her head.

Every so often Ben let go of the gearstick and reached over to his left to gently but swiftly nudge (Y/n)'s head back against the headrest when she flopped forward. If the seatbelt wasn't around her frame she would have been crumpled in the footrest.

He had no idea what caused her seizure but he wanted to get her to the hospital now as quickly as he could so if there was any trace of what was causing this, he could get it found on scans or tests. He didn't want this to be something that flared up and then suddenly disappeared without a trace. He had to find out what was causing this because it had clearly been happening for a while and it looked like it was progressing in the wrong kind of way.

"(Y/n), love, you with me?" Ben bent down on his knees beside her when he pulled up at the hospital. He unbuckled her seatbelt before pressing his hand to the side of her face, trying to see if she was conscious or not but she seemed to be out for the count.

Ben slung her arm around his neck before he eased her from the car, nudging her head so it rested on his shoulder and didn't fall back so no injury occurred to her head or neck. He kicked the door closed with his foot before trying to get inside as quickly but carefully as he could manage. The doctor didn't normally have to rush into the hospital at one in the morning with a patient in his arms.

When the automatic doors allowed him inside, he scanned his eyes around to try and see if he could catch someone's attention. He sighed in relief when one of the nurse's seemed to realise he needed help and speeded away, presumably to grab a stretcher.

Today was supposed to be Ben's day off but he already knew that he was going to be spending the day looking through scan and test results because he had to know what was happening to (Y/n). He didn't know if they were technically together but he could feel himself growing attached and feeling afraid for her. He was meant to be helping her and sorting this out but he had no idea what was happening to her.

The nurse who Ben didn't know by name came over with another nurse in tow, the pair of them pushing a stretcher over to him.

Ben tried his best to ease (Y/n) down gently, laying her on her side just in case she threw up which he thought she was going to do a few times in the car. He turned her head down just a little before nodding to the nurses that they had to move her.

"We can take her from here sir-"

Ben shook his head as he continued to hurry alongside the stretcher, fumbling in his wallet for his ID badge to show them he wasn't her worried partner, he was a doctor here. He knew what he was doing and he had in mind what needed to happen. They weren't taking (Y/n) down to A&E to be tested for things she had already been tested for. They were taking her up to the third floor so she could have another MRI and a CT scan and blood tests.

He was going to do every test he could think of to try and see if he could find the problem that seemed to be hiding whenever they tried to look for it.

"I'm her doctor, she's had a seizure half an hour ago. She goes up to the third floor and gets an MRI and CT scan now." Ben held his ID card out in front of her before stuffing it back into his wallet that he pushed back into his pocket as they entered the elevator.

When they got out of the elevator Ben went ahead to talk to one of the doctors leaving the third MRI room to check he could get (Y/n) in for an emergency scan now. They didn't use the MRI or CT scans after 6pm unless it was a patient from an accident or a medical emergency so Ben didn't have to push in a queue like he would have to during the day but he still had to check it was up and working ready.

Ben walked in with the nurses and the stretcher to the machine but when his eyes glanced through the wall of glass into the computer room where the images were displayed, his face fell. Gwilym was on nights and he was now performing the scans for any emergency patients.

Looking back down to (Y/n), Ben moved and stood on the other side of the scanner so they could switch her from the stretcher onto the scanner.

"One, two, three." They used the sheet on the stretcher and pulled it so they could ease (Y/n) onto the scanner. When she seemed stable, Ben put the head and neck brace around her before checking that she was still breathing fine and that she was still unconscious.

When the nurses left the room, Ben pressed the button on the side of the machine so (Y/n) was moved inside before he headed into the control room to sit with Gwilym and look at the results. He was silently praying that Gwilym wouldn't put two and two together even though he knew that was most likely going to be a possibility. He was also praying that something would come up on the screen so he could have some kind of answer to (Y/n)'s mystery illness but both of those wishes seemed like they were longshots.

"Is that mystery girl?" Gwilym questioned when he caught sight of the patient in the scanner that was the second emergency scan of the night so far. He recognised the hair strewn around her head and her features that looked a lot paler than usual tonight.

"Yep."

"Was she in an accident?" Gwilym asked as he looked over at Ben with a look of worry in his eyes. He knew Ben wasn't meant to be on a night shift and he wasn't meant to be in tomorrow either meaning something had happened. This was his patient now after all so he had clearly been called in because of her. They didn't do scans during the night except for mainly car accidents or some sort of incidents in the night so something had gone wrong for her to be here tonight.

"She had a seizure, I'm hoping something in the brain activity will be abnormal so I have some kind of answer."

Ben clasped his hands together as he rested his elbows on the desk, his eyes focusing on the screens lighting up in front of them. One screen showed the blood vessels in the image of the brain which all seemed to be normal, none wider or narrower than usual which was good. Ben was almost certain that whatever was wrong wasn't to do with her blood but he was going to take a blood test later to be on the safe side.

His eyes were focusing on the monitor in front of him which was of the nerves and the monitor in the middle of him and Gwilym which showed the brain activity. It lit up different sectors of the brain with various colours to show what was active and working and what was dormant for the time being. If something lit up that either shouldn't be or that seemed to be overactive them Ben had something to go on.

"You got here quick if she's only just come in. Who called you?" Gwilym asked casually as he clicked on the keyboard to zoom in on an image just to check that nothing was wrong.

He guessed that (Y/n) hadn't been taken down to A&E since she was still unconscious right now and they never sent for scans like this. It was the paramedics or doctors that sent for emergency scans and no one normally asked for a scan for someone who had a seizure. So if (Y/n) just got here then Gwilym wondered when Ben got a call to say his patient was here and who thought to call him.

"Hmm. I flagged her file, if she comes in I get paged." Ben wasn't technically lying, he had put a flag on her file on the computer system so if something happened and she was brought in, someone would alert him and let him know. It meant he could come in and do tests quickly if it was some kind of emergency and he could find out first hand what had happened and what symptoms she was suffering from.

Things were quiet between them for a few minutes as they both put their focus into scanning every inch of the images being presented on the screens but they couldn't find anything wrong or abnormal.

"When did you get here, if you came in with the nurses and she was on a stretcher?" Gwilym suddenly asked as he frowned, turning his chair so he was facing Ben who didn't bother to look over at him. Ben had come in with the nurses and (Y/n) who was on a stretcher, it seemed like a coincidence that he would have come straight up with her rather than bursting into the scan a few moments later. The nurses would have taken (Y/n) for an examination, not a scan so Ben clearly ordered this to happen.

"What does it matter? We have to do a CT scan, nothing's coming up." Ben hit his fist against the desk as he pushed himself back into the chair, anger raging through him at not finding anything.

It had been half an hour since she had her seizure, surely whatever had caused it couldn't have disappeared with no trace in such a short space of time. He had tried his best to get her here as quickly as he could to find out what was wrong but it was as if she was perfectly healthy like Joe had assumed in the first place. Ben knew Joe still thought (Y/n) was simply a party girl who drank too much but Ben knew there was more to this than meets the eye.

"We'll do a scan in the morning... oh my God, you slept with her, didn't you? She was with you when she seized!"

Gwilym leaned forward as he raked a hand through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief. It made much more sense but at the same time it didn't because Ben was a stickler for the rules. He had never gone with a patient before and he did everything by the book, this would be like he was throwing the book out the window completely.

"Wow, you got me, I fucked my patient. Happy? Come on, we need a CT machine." Ben rolled his eyes at the look Gwilym gave him but he felt irritation rattling through him when Gwilym held onto his arm to stop him from walking out.

"She's not an emergency Ben, she's your girlfriend. You know the rules for scans... you shouldn't be her doctor if-"

"Don't you dare give me a lecture." Ben snapped as he huffed before sitting back down in his chair. "She had a seizure for no reason, nothing upset her or provoked her or stimulated her brain but it happened. I need every scan and test I can get now because whatever is causing her problems is gonna fade and disappear like it does on every fucking test. This has nothing to do with my personal life, I'm her doctor now are you gonna help me or not?"

Ben wasn't ordering tests and scans because (Y/n) was his girlfriend and he wanted her treated first. He was doing this because he needed those tests now whilst her brain was still in the aftershock of the seizure that happened without cause. If Ben could find even the slightest trace of something out of the ordinary then he would have something to go on and he would have an inkling as to what was happening to (Y/n).

But if he found nothing then he was no closer to finding her a treatment and she was going to get worse, not better.

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"Ben, maybe she's under stress. She could have had a seizure induced by anxiety or stress." Gwilym shrugged his shoulders as he sat in Ben's office but the blond was far from happy and he clearly didn't agree.

Ben knew (Y/n) at least more than he knew his other patients and although she suffered from anxiety, it wasn't on an extreme level that it would push her into a fit or make her have blackouts or momentary problems with how her brain functioned. Anxiety couldn't cause the symptoms she was experiencing, both of them knew that but they were pulling at straws.

The MRI showed nothing, a CT scan showed that everything seemed to be normal. Ben did an ECG to check on her heart and it was in perfect condition and he ran blood tests and did a tox screen which all came back clean. He went so far as to give her an epileptic test to see if any lights or extreme flashing images would induce her into another seizure but she wasn't epileptic. He didn't know why she had a seizure last night and he was no closer to finding out what was wrong with her. All he knew was she was experiencing many symptoms that didn't seem to be lasting for too long and the only connection he could see between them all was that it was to do with her brain.

But her brain seemed to be fine on every single test.

"Who gets so bloody stressed after sex that they have a seizure? If that was the case I should have been the one to have a fit, not her." Ben frowned as he shook his head at Gwilym's logic.

He had never heard of someone becoming so stressed after sex that they suddenly had a fit or had any of the problems that (Y/n) had been experiencing. Out of the pair of them, Ben was the one who would have had the seizure because he had been the one who had been worrying about their situation. He was the one who was at risk of getting reprimanded for being with a patient but he was fine and (Y/n) wasn't.

"You don't get blackouts, seizures and brain function problems from anxiety Gwil."

"Well what have you found out? All your tests and examinations have shown that she's perfectly healthy and good in bed, what do you want me to say?"

"If you're gonna be a prick you can piss off." Ben snapped with a look of fury that Gwilym knew he shouldn't mess with any more than this. He didn't mean to be rude or provoke Ben but they had no ideas. No one they had ever treated or heard of had experienced these symptoms all together like this. There was no disease or infection that they knew of which would cause these problems for (Y/n) and it made both doctors feel worse to know that they didn't know how to help her.

"Alright, sorry. But... have you thought this through? Forget about whatever illness she has and if you can find it and treat it, she's still your patient. Are you really going to go through with this relationship or whatever it is?"

Ben hadn't really thought it through but he never liked to plan ahead or try and live his life along to a schedule because it never worked out in the way he would want it to if he tried that. He was just seeing where this led to and right now he liked the direction it was going. (Y/n) was genuine, she was funny and witty and kind and caring, Ben didn't want to restrict himself to simply be her doctor when he really wanted to be much more than that.

"Are you going to report me?" Ben quipped with a neutral expression. He couldn't say what he thought if Gwilym was going to go to the board of directors and rat him out for breaking the rules.

Gwilym had the right to go and tell them if he thought it was interfering with Ben's work or how he treated (Y/n) or simply if he thought it wasn't ethical. Ben couldn't really be mad at him for that because it was something Ben would have thought about doing a few months ago if a colleague was having a relationship with a patient.

But right now, Ben wasn't going to break things off with (Y/n), he was going to continue them for as long as they both wanted.

"You know I won't." They were friends, Gwilym would never have the heart or the courage to report Ben because it could ruin his career and he was one of the best doctors here. He was breaking the rules but it was a strict rule that didn't have many consequences when it was broken. Ben wasn't doing anything harmful or wrong right now by being with (Y/n).

"Then I'm gonna continue seeing her."

[arigatouiris]

Catching Feelings — Connor [02]

Pairing: Deviant! Connor x Reader

Word Count: 2899

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, clumsy!reader, timid!reader (not for long), mentions of anxiety, inappropriate boss behavior (basically Gavin being Gavin)

Author’s Note: Sorry for the late update on this! I had so much to do at work and other requests to finish sighhh. Anyway, I hope you like this new chapter, do let me know what you think so far! 

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Summary: She tells Connor about an upgrade.

C h a p t e r  Two: Red

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Connor noticed (y/n) gather her things when it was about time for lunch. 

He immediately alerted Hank, before pointing at the intern, and Hank nodded.

    “Go invite her.” Hank said, before shutting his system down.

Connor wasted no time before rushing toward where (y/n) was, who was gathering her wallet and closing the files on her desk. Her desk was situated very close to Gavin’s, considering she was his intern. He was nowhere to be seen, a fact that Connor was pleased with. 

As soon as he was merely inches away from (y/n), he stood there, with a soft smile on his face. He remembered having realised that he found her cute, a fact that made him strangely happy.

She looked up at him and smiled back, before her eyes widened just a bit. She turned to see Hank approach them both, waving at her from a distance. This would be the first time she would be speaking to Lieutenant Anderson, something that suddenly turned the tips of her fingers into jelly. Her mind shut down and she knew she was nervous. He wasn’t like Gavin, but he was told to have a temper.

    “L-Lieutenant… Anderhank, I-I mean, Hankerson! N-No, Lieutective Anderson—” (y/n) fumbled, her face sweating.

Hank broke out laughing, while Connor stared at the girl as if she was dying.

    “Are you alright, Miss (l/n)?” Connor asked, concern streaked across his forehead. Turning to Hank, “Is she malfunctioning? Can this even happen?”

Hank continued laughing before patting the nervous girl on the shoulder a couple of times, “She’s just nervous, Connor. She’s not malfunctioning. And hey, kid, I won’t eat you. You can relax.”

Hearing him say that helped a tad bit, but she was too afraid to answer in fear of sounding like another retard. Nodding, she looked to the ground and spoke instead.

    “You don’t have to take me out for—”

    “Yeah, yeah. What food do ya like?” Hank asked, looking at her from his side.

Connor raised a finger in the air and said, “Hank loves hamburgers. The unhealthy kind.”

(y/n) looked at the android before blinking, “I think they’re all unhealthy, Connor.”

He nodded before saying, “That’s what I always tell him. He doesn’t listen. He wants to put his body under tumultuous stress and degradation.”

(y/n) and Hank both scrunched their faces up at Connor’s choice of words. Hank shook his head before leading the three of them out of the station, as (y/n) walked beside Connor, behind Hank.

    “Oh, right!” (y/n) suddenly said, as they neared the closest fast food joint. “Don’t you guys have a new system update or something?”

Connor blinked at the girl. “Software update?”

She nodded before turning to Hank, who suddenly seemed interested.

    “I think it’s got to do with one of the androids from Jericho? I think his name is Simon or something. So basically, he designed a new update and additional upgrades for androids to be able to co-live with human beings. So, they call it ‘Revival’, where androids are installed with additional sensors that allow them to taste food and enjoy it, feel pain and pleasure as well. It comes with… Well, it comes with…” She blushed as she continued, “It comes with gonads and everything.”

Connor blinked, unaware of how to react. He had heard of no such software update, but that was also because he was personally trying to figure out what he understood of himself turning deviant. Hank looked at Connor and turned aside, having a close idea as to what Connor might think of this upgrade.

    “With it, you can probably eat one of those burgers and understand why we choose to eat them despite it being unhealthy! Just like a human being—”

    “But, we are not.” Connor snapped, alerting the girl.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the android, who had suddenly paused walking. She turned around to face him, afraid she had said something to hurt his feelings, conflicted over him having feelings in the first place, and Hank stood there, quietly.

    “Yes, you’re… you’re not. But, you can co-exist—”

    “I don’t see why we need to become more like human beings to coexist. I believe it is appropriation of the lack of culture we, as androids, have. You see, human beings have existed long before us, and there is a large population even now that believes androids are not a life form worth respecting. In such a disorderly situation, when androids try to blend in using a method that involves us masking our true nature, I don’t see any change from why we wanted liberation in the first place,” Connor narrowed his eyes.

“We are a life form that cannot feel pain or pleasure, unless we are of the model to do so in the first place. I was programmed to be a detective, and I intend to learn on my own on how to become better at this profession, not intending on taking—”

    “But, have you ever wondered if you’ve wanted to be a detective at all?” (y/n) asked, narrowing her eyes a bit.

Connor frowned before saying, “I have given it thought, but I can safely say that I enjoy doing my work. It is not because I cannot refuse an order that I do not refuse an order. I do not refuse because I don’t want to—”

    “And maybe because you don’t know what pain or pleasure feels like you think you don’t need it.” (y/n) said, her voice low.

Connor’s LED turned a dark red. Hank sighed before stepping in.

    “That’s enough, Connor,” He scolded the android before turning to (y/n). “Let’s go eat.”

(y/n) nodded before clenching her fists. She could think of a person from long ago in her past who perhaps was the only reason (y/n) had learned how to live.

Once they were inside the tiny restaurant, (y/n) and Hank ordered two meals for their hamburgers, before setting to wait. Connor sat among them, quiet, lost in thought. (y/n) looked at him before looking at Hank, who offered her a sad smile, and rolled his eyes. (y/n) smiled before turning to the android again, and licked her lips.

    “Um, Connor?”

He looked up at her.

    “It’s not that I meant you have to take it. Or that androids have to blend in with people. They don’t have to. What I was trying to say was… What if there are androids who want to blend in? What if there are those who want to feel pain and pleasure and taste food? What about those androids—”

    “I don’t see why an android will be interested in even—”

    “It’s a simple reason, really.” (y/n) said, chuckling.

Connor didn’t think it was simple.

    “Simple? I don’t see how. I see an irrational decision made on the basis of imitation.”

    “It is simple, though,” she said, offering him a kind smile. Connor’s LED turned yellow when she smiled, a sign only Hank seemed to notice. “It’s love.”

    “Love?” Hank asked, confused now.

(y/n) nodded, “The android that designed the Revival feature included the option of a designated shut down,”

Both Hank and Connor looked confused. 

“It is an optional feature that includes an androids vitals being affected due to external stimuli. If they start to feel fear then it’ll affect the thirium pump, which you call a heart, and you can feel the blood, in this case, thirium, rushing to your fingers and everything similar to what a person goes through when they’re afraid. Not only that, this designated shut down also slows the android’s processing with time, and one day, they shut down.”

Connor didn’t like what he heard. Before he could say anything, however, Hank did.

    “An auto-shut down? Why would they do that?”

    “Calling it an auto-shutdown is like… it’s machine jargon, so let’s call it what it was designed to replicate. Ageing. It’s ageing. Androids now can battle for homeostasis as well, which affects their age. It’s revolutionary, and I’ve heard a lot of androids have signed up for it.”

    “Revolutionary? It’s moronic,” Connor spat, red flashing in his LED. “You said it was because of love. How?”

    “So, the first android and human wedding is in seven months,” 

Connor’s eyes widened. 

“The android behind this revolutionary upgrade is Simon, and… and his fiance is a human. His name is Reese, he’s a mechanic. Simon met him sometime before he fled to Jericho as a deviant. Turned out Reese was one of the few humans who knew where Jericho was and never revealed it. Simon and Reese started seeing each other after the android revolution and that was that. I think it’s wonderful—”

    “Android… and a human?” Connor asked, surprised.

(y/n) nodded, smiling to herself. A moment later, their hamburgers arrived. Connor watched as the girl and Hank dove into the food they were eating, and could see their stress levels reduce. Food could always induce a surge of the happy hormones to hit any human, and Connor would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious at all about it.

However, an android and a human being? He couldn’t even picture it! He turned to see (y/n), who seemed to be a firm supporter of androids upgrading themselves to fit this feature. He couldn’t understand how a human could ever return an android’s feelings. He couldn’t understand if it was even the same love in the first place. 

However, something stopped him from wanting to ask her right then. Something about her eating her meal, laughing with Hank about something silly that she had seen the other day, with Hank asking her what an asshole Gavin was, and her shyly muttering she can’t reveal too much; there was something about the entire scene that made Connor want to stay in this permanently.

He didn’t want this one meal to ever end.

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As they walked back to the office, he thought about love as a concept. 

He couldn’t understand what it really meant, having never felt love as a deviant android. Some of the only emotions he had strongly felt were that of fear, a driving want to live and anger. He had no idea what love was, and if he were being honest, he had always wondered what it felt like. Ever since he came across the Traci who was in love with another, he wondered.

He wondered about love like he wondered about so many other things. However, he was certain about one thing.

    “I choose to not take the upgrade,” Connor said, firmly. Hank and (y/n) listened to the android, sure that he wasn’t done. “I choose not to, because I identify as an android and am quite proud that I do not have inefficiencies that get in the way of me achieving my tasks.”

    “Hey,” Hank scolded, “Emotions are not inefficiencies, dickwad.”

    “I think we are entitled to our own opinions on the matter, Lieutenant. This is where I disagree with you.”

    “Well, you can shove your opinion you know where.” Hank said, grumbling.

    “I actually don’t. Where?”

(y/n) giggled before grabbing the android’s hand and walking ahead. Connor stared at her with wonder, once again thinking of Sumo, and strangely, feeling secure. He could see so clearly the side of her face; the hair she had tucked behind her ear, the texture of her cheek, the curve of her lips, her eyes narrowing at the sides because she was smiling so wide, a soft streak of red on her cheeks that indicated a stronger capillary blood flow in that area.

She was cute. She was so, so cute.

Connor could feel the grip loosen at the front of his fingers and he was instantly confused. The LED at the side of his head was now flashing yellow, something Hank noticed once more, but chose not to comment on right away. 

Connor never looked away from her, his eyes were fixed at her form, as she pulled him along. However, even if Connor was so aware of noticing her and watching her and observing her, he wasn’t quite sure of how he was doing it. And as an onlooker, Hank was awed with the expression on Connor’s face.

He was looking at a human being as if he was seeing color for the first time.

Hank chuckled before shaking his head, keeping his thoughts to himself.

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As soon as they returned to the station, Gavin was already yelling. 

(y/n)’s heart fell to the ground before her eyes widened, the smile was wiped off her face (a fact Connor didn’t quite like), and she immediately rushed to her seat, thinking of a thousand apologies already.

    “Oh, so Miss busy-as-fuck is back!” Gavin said, kicking her desk.

If her form could be any smaller, Connor was shocked with how small she looked right then. Gavin circled around her desk, as she stared at the top of the table, helplessly.

    “Hey, I’d taken her out. Cut her some slack, moron.” Hank said, intervening.

    “Stay out of this, Hank. This is between me and my fucking intern. I don’t say shit about that piece of plastic next to you, so fuck off.”

Hank sighed before tossing Connor an apologetic look and returning to his desk. It didn’t seem like Hank to just let things be, it wasn’t like him to allow Gavin to treat (y/n) the way he was. It didn’t seem fair, and it didn’t seem right. His LED was now flashing red, and his eyes were narrowed like slits.

    “Tell me, you useless piece of trash,” Gavin kicked the table once more, “Did you complete arranging the files?”

Perhaps, he was expecting her to say no. But, when she nodded, Gavin seemed to get angrier. He slammed his hand on her desk, sending her into a shaking fit, before he screamed.

    “You think you’re too smart for me, huh?”

Connor hadn’t realised he was merely inches away from Gavin a moment later. He also didn’t realise he had held Gavin’s hands and pulled him back harshly from the intern. Reed’s eyes were wide as he stared at Connor’s brown orbs, his LED flashing a mad red on the side of his head.

    “What the fuck are you doing?” Gavin threatened.

    “Do not lay a single finger near or on (y/n) (l/n). This is a warning.” Connor threatened back, tightening his grip on Gavin’s arm.

Detective Reed winced before pulling away harshly from Connor’s death-like grip and grabbing his collar and pulling him. Connor released himself rather easily, before setting his tie again. (y/n) stood up quickly before pulling Connor back.

    “Connor, please don’t—”

His hand fell on hers, and he gently brought them down. While their hands were connected, she felt as if it was meant to be connected all along. He held her hand as if he was used to it, he held her hand with a weird sense of familiarity she didn’t understand the origin of. 

Her heart was pounding against her chest, her eyes were as wide as saucers when she felt him entangle his fingers with hers. He took his right hand and then placed it on hers, and offered her a kind smile.

    “You’re going to be okay, Miss (l/n).”

Her eyes widened and her heart screamed. Connor noticed her capillary blood flow around her cheeks was increasing, her heart rate was increasing, but her cortisol levels were falling to normal. He felt relief flood all over him and all he could think of was Simon, for some strange reason. 

He patted her hand twice before releasing her and then turning to Gavin again.

    “There will be strict disciplinary action taken against any police officer who ill-treats their juniors. In this case, intern. So, Detective Reed, as much as I enjoy reprimanding you in front of the office like this, I’d strongly advise you to not let this happen again,” 

Connor leaned forward and smirked, “Because if it does, it won’t go too well.”

Gavin let out a string of curse words out before storming out of the station. (y/n) watched in horror as her boss exited the building, and she was unsure of what she needed to do. Luckily for her, what she didn’t know was Fowler would tell her to go home for the day, and things would strangely go back to normal the next day.

What she didn’t understand was why she felt so nervous when Connor took her hand in his. The way he comforted her, the way he smiled at her, and the way he stepped up for her, especially when no other human had done, shocked her the most. She stared at her hand, feeling Connor walk away a moment after, and thought of him.

She turned and looked at him as he sat at his desk, a second after which he turned to shoot her a knowing glance. What did he know in that glance? What was he trying to say? Her heart skipped a beat when he smiled and nodded, before turning back to his screen.

She stared at her and and could still feel the essence of his synthetic skin against hers. He had invariably left an imprint on her right then, convincing her of one very important thing.

Connor had acted so human, it scared her to her bones.

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Damaged (Part 2)

PART ONE

Description: When Bucky Barnes finally rediscovers his identity, he’s hit with the haunting memories of his days at Hydra. And of the scientist who helped him escape.

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

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Bucky never really talked about his feelings. About his nightmares. About any of it. He knew he could handle it on his own, and he didn’t feel the need to involve anyone else in his problems. Spending decades as a brainwashed assassin is bound to have side-effects and everyone knew it. So, he didn’t bother opening up.

But, for the first time in forever, he needed to talk to someone. He didn’t want to; he needed to. He had dreamt about her, about Y/N, again and again and he couldn’t get her out of his head. Every waking moment was spent wondering who she was, where she was, and what the hell she needed from him.

So, he reluctantly knocked on Steve’s door at 2 am, the nightmare of her still fresh in his mind. Steve answered within seconds, brows furrowing when he saw Bucky lingering in his doorway.

“Buck? What’s wrong?” He asked, moving aside so Bucky could come in.

“I need to talk to you,” Bucky managed gruffly, sinking into Steve’s couch.

“About what?” Steve shut the door, sitting down across from Bucky on the edge of his bed.

“I’ve been having these dreams. These nightmares.”

“Isn’t that normal for you?” Steve asked, confused.

“Not these. It’s not about the… the torture. I keep seeing this woman. I’m pretty sure I knew her at Hydra, and she’s always crying out for me, for me to find her or help her. It’s driving me crazy, Steve. I don’t even know who the hell she is. All I can remember about her is her name.”

“Which is?”

“Y/N.”

“No last name?”

“I don’t know if I ever learned it,” Bucky sighed, leaning back on the cushions.

“Well, what do you need from me?”

Bucky sighed, running his hands down his face.

“Shuri blocked some of my memories to help with the PTSD,” he stated before continuing. “I need them back.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up, and he immediately shook his head.

“Bucky, you were miserable before Shuri did that. It helped you.”

“Steve, it’s driving me crazy not knowing who she is. And I think she needs my help.”

“You said she was with Hydra! Why the hell would you help her?”

“Steve, I just need you to trust me.”

Steve groaned, knowing full well that Bucky would do this with or without him.

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I shifted in my seat, turning the knob on the microscope. The lab was freezing and the thin lab coat I was wearing did nothing to provide heat. I sighed, looking away from the blood sample before jotting some notes down.

Another failure. Page was going to kill me.

All the medically-induced amnesia serums I had made had a negative effect of some kind. Some lowered blood pressure, until red blood cells practically dissolved. Others caused extreme psychosis, making the patient unresponsive. The list of failures goes on.

Since the Winter Soldier escaped, Hydra needed a way to ensure their assets were secure. That nothing from their former lives would interfere with Hydra's agenda. The solution was medically-induced amnesia, a puzzle I had yet to solve.

Just to be clear, making someone forget their past is easy. Making sure the side effects don't kill them is harder. Just as I throw away the sample, Page strolls into the lab.

"How is my favorite doctor?" He said, his voice sickly sweet.

"Fine," I said flatly.

"And how is the serum coming along?"

"I've made progress," I half-lied.

"We have a subject ready for testing," he mused, leafing through the notes in my desk.

"It's not ready for that yet," I said quietly.

"I thought you said you'd made progress?" He asked, voice rising.

"I have, but I need more time."

"We don't have time," he snarled. "We're doing the test in ten. Whether it's ready or not."

He walked out of the lab before I could protest and I sighed, leaning against the counter. My eyes shifted to the vial propped up by the microscope. The serum was better, but it wasn’t ready. It would kill whatever poor test subject they were injecting it into.

The serum was simple. It was injected into the subject’s spinal column in doses of 150 ml. Doses could be given every three days, and they added onto each other exponentially. One injection could make someone lose the memories from the last month. Five could make them forget a decade. I had mastered that part, however the subjects were much too dead after the injections for the amnesia part to matter.

Soon enough, someone came to collect me and I grabbed the vile and a clean syringe, following them to the cell of some poor Hydra prisoner. It was quick. I took his vitals and then I had him take off his shirt, turn around, and I stuck the syringe into the base of his neck, emptying the contents into his nervous system. He fell unconscious in seconds and two guards hauled him onto a shit excuse for cot in the corner of the cell.

“Let me know when he wakes up,” I said, just loud enough for the guard to hear.

“You mean if he wakes up,” he huffed out.

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Bucky had them back. His memories. As much as Shuri could salvage. She had been at the compound, helping Tony update his tech and she reluctantly agreed to do as he asked, much to Steve’s distress. He spent a week in Cryo and when he woke up, his memories gradually returned.

He remembered her hands, gentle against his skin as she cleaned his wounds. He remembered her eyes, melancholy pools of (e/c), staring back into his own. He remembered her voice, soft and sweet and a breath of fresh air amid the white noise of Hydra. He dug through his mind for anything to help him find her.

He heard a voice, was it Alexander Pierce’s?

“Do it now, Dr. Y/L/N.”

It was a whisper of a memory, but it was enough. He went to Steve when the memory hit him, not knowing where else to go.

He followed Steve like a lost puppy as he made his way to the laptop sitting on his desk. Steve opened up the browser, typing her name into the search bar. Bucky’s breath hitched at the first link.

Accomplished research psychiatrist, Y/N Y/L/N, presumed dead at age 26.

Steve glances back at Bucky before clicking the link, bringing them to a news article describing how she had gone missing. A body was never found, but after over a year, she was presumed dead. That wasn’t the important part. At the top of the page there was a photograph. He almost didn’t recognize her, mainly because she looked happy. Bright eyes accompanied by a brilliant smile.

“That’s her,” Bucky whispered.

Steve went back and clicked another link, an article about her research.

...Y/L/N has found the key to one of the most complex parts of psychology: memory.  Her research has aided law enforcement by giving witnesses the key to access memories previously forgotten. Y/L/N is currently employed at Purdue University Psychological Research Center…

“That sounds a whole lot like what Shuri did for you.”

“Shuri undid the damage they made her do,” he mumbled.

“Are you sure you want to find her?” Steve asked.

He nodded. “I remember her, just before DC. She told me to trust you, to let you help me. She instilled enough doubt in my mind that I somehow found it in me to run. Without her, I might still be the Winter Soldier.”

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Bucky enlisted Natasha to dig into old Hydra files. When she had released Hydra information to the world, there was too much to sort through. But if anyone could find information fast, it was Nat.

It was an agonizingly long two days before Natasha dropped a folder in front of Bucky.

“That’s everything on her and her work at Hydra. It took a while, seeing as it was all encrypted. Hydra really didn’t want anyone to find her.”

“Thanks, Nat.”

She walked away, leaving him staring at the folder. He let out a breath and opened it, eyes landing on the same photo he had seen online a few days ago. Shaking fingers reached to pick up the picture, and he studied it before setting it on the counter. Lab reports. Piles of lab reports. All signed off by Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. He skimmed through them, until something caught his attention. Notes, seemingly tacked onto the end of a report.

The Asset’s memories take longer to return each time he is wiped, meaning they are still there, living inside his mind. The process in place now only sets a barrier between his conscious mind and his memories, it doesn’t erase them. The key to total amnesia may lie in chemically altering the hippocampus.

He looked at the date. It was just days before he escaped. Maybe that’s why she took the initiative to help him escape. Because she didn’t know how long he would be able to access his memories.

He let out a breath, closing his eyes. There were more memories coming back to him. She had always been gentle, he remembered that. Her soft hands against his skin, her melancholy eyes meeting his. A complete contrast to Hydra. He didn’t know when, or how, but he was going to find her. And get her out.

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Error: Home Reality Not Found

(Warning: This fic is super non canon complaint. It shits in the face of canon. Proper Dark isn’t in it yet but he will be and his characterization is going to just really not align with what was presented in DAMIEN and the breakdown stream. It looks at Mark’s canon and laughs, mooning it and flipping it off. Not because I dislike the canon, I freaking adore it, just because it is very set in my “Dark is 100% manipulative and has no care for anyone at all he’s just full of evil bastardness” mindset I’ve had for the last 2 years because of the ADWM breakdown stream.

To recap: Very evil Dark, shits in the face of canon. And my version of Bing is the main character, he’s a sweetheart who like oldies music. Okay, enjoy.)

Bing could hear his systems whirring furiously, trying to get into normal operating parameters. Alerts flashed in his vision, but his eyes were otherwise completely nonfunctional. 

‘Error: Unable to connect to legs.’

‘Error: Unable to connect to limbs.’

‘Error: Unable to access immediate memory files.’

‘Error: Unable to contact Admin.’

Error, error, error... he didn’t know how long the error messages payed for. His internal clock wasn’t functioning either. He waited, hoping for something to start working again.

 His audio receptors were the first to boot back up.

“Oh god, where did he come from?”

Okay... that was definitely an ego’s voice. His hearing was still not fully functional, with a slight overlay of static to it, but it was better then nothing.

“He ha, better hide him, he he! Before Warfstache sees! He ha ha!”

Another ego, but he couldn’t place this one. Something about it made him sure he would shiver, if his body had been capable of that.

“Oh Mask, please stop laughing for a moment.”

“No can do! Ha ha ha! Gotta stay happy! Heh heh!”

“Oh… forget it. Goog, please help me move him.”

“I d-d-don’t know if I-I-I ca-a-an.”

Bing wanted to wince. That was definitely and android, one in dire need of repairs. 

“Oh for heavens sake. Must I do everything?”

“Looks like it! Ha ha ha!”

Bing stop couldn’t process any physical sensations, but from the conversation he guessed he was being lifted and moved.

All those voices had certainly sounded familiar… well, not the laughing one. The first one had the same echo to it as Dark’s, and the android had to be a Google just based off the name alone. But the way they talked was… nothing like the egos he knew.

This was bad.

“Okay… Goog, can you at least get a pillow of some kind?”

“Afir-r-rmativ-ve.”

“Alright, now- Mask! You’re dripping on him!”

“Sorry! Heh! Just wanted to get a closer look! Ha ha!”

“He’s clearly in bad shape, just let him rest.”

“Whatever you say! He he he!”

“Please stop giggling like that.”

Bing wished he could shout an agreement. The giggling was really starting to creep him out.

“HE HE HE! HE HE HE! HEHEHEHEHEHE!”

Oh, so the giggler was an asshole. Great. 

“I c-c-could only fi-i-ind old cotton-on-on.”

“That’ll do fine, Goog.”

“So what do we do now, Darky? He ha ha!”

“I… suppose we wait.”

‘Alert: repairs require more energy then previously calculated. Entering shutdown for power conservation in 5… 4…. 3…’

Bing desperately hoped the voices were just hallucinations caused by low battery. He slipped into sleep mode, his hearing cutting out once more.

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[a-splash-of-stucky]

By Morning Light | iv

Pairings: Bucky x Steve x Reader (though technically no Steve in this part)

Summary: Steve leaves for a mission and Bucky doesn’t handle it too well. It’s up to you to take care of him

Warnings: Nightmares, minor angst, Sad!Bucky. Unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids!), vaginal sex, nipple appreciation (sounds weird, but it’s nothing too kinky). Mention of suicide bombings in passing.  

Word Count: 4.1k

Notes: IT’S HERE!! After many, many long months, it’s here. I got my act together and made myself write this chapter and actually? It’s not what I thought it was gonna be, but I’m still happy with it. Enjoy!

I recognise that the general plot of this story is a bit like some nights (i stay up) and that parts of the description are similar to Steve “Fight Me” Rogers… but I swear I wasn’t trying to copy my own fics, haha.

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~ even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise ~

Though you hate it when both Steve and Bucky have to go on a mission, life is a lot more miserable when only one of them has to leave.

When you’re left on your own, you only have yourself to manage. You’ve taught yourself how to cope with their absence — or, well. Perhaps more accurately, you’ve taught yourself how to get through each day. After being in a relationship with them for so long, you’ve developed a routine, and you know what you need to do to distract yourself from the matter at hand. Yes, it’s difficult, but at least you only have yourself to worry about.

If one of the boys is at home with you, your routine has a tendency to go belly-up.

Steve’s not so bad.

Being left with Steve is akin to being left alone with a very big, very mopey puppy. He follows you around everywhere, and needs to be touched constantly — though he’ll never admit it.

There’s a restlessness about him. He reminds you of a caged bird, aching to be freed. He’ll flit from room to room like a ghost that has lost its way.

When it comes to Steve, the best thing to do is to keep him busy. You take him out for walks (further lending support to the fact that he basically turns into a big puppy) and bring him to any and every exhibition that might be on. That’s how you ended up forking out sixty bucks each to visit a science exhibition about fungi, that one time.

Steve has a hard time sleeping when Bucky’s away, which means that you need to drive his body to the point of exhaustion before you can get him to shut his eyes for anything longer than a ten-minute power nap. You need to push his body to a stage where it physically cannot function without sleep. There are a number of ways of doing this, but you’ve found that marathon sex and super-intense workouts tend to be the most effective methods.

So, if anyone on the team is around, you hand Steve off to that person, with clear instructions for them to tire him out. If it’s Thor, he and Steve will engage in a game of lightning-frisbee that affects the weather across the whole of New York. Natasha will spar with him until she’s got bruises and minor cuts decorating her sides, whilst Sam will do laps with him around some park or other. Or rather, Steve does laps around a park, and Sam whizzes beside him on his motorised scooter.

With Bucky, your life gets a little bit more complicated.

Where Steve might be likened to a needy puppy, you would perhaps describe Bucky as a feral street cat.

The thing with Bucky is that he becomes more unpredictable. One minute, he could be crawling into your lap like a kitten who needs cuddles and attention, but the next minute, he could be holding you at knife point. You can never tell what he’s going to do next.

Life without Steve is mentally and emotionally draining, both for you and for Bucky.

He reverts back to the behaviour that he exhibited when he first started to break his HYDRA programming. Though you weren’t there during that period of his life, you’ve pieced together the details based on what Steve has told you and from the information that you’ve gleaned from reading Bucky’s files. The anxiety, the nightmares, the meek subservience; they all come rushing back at full force.

You’re not sure why Bucky does this. You think that maybe, it’s because he feels more secure whenever Steve is around. There’s always someone there to watch his back, so he feels comfortable enough to let his guard down. Without Steve, even the smallest thud can set him off; he’s on a hair-pin trigger, constantly on high-alert.

Besides the semi-hostile demeanour, he also gets fiercely protective of you. He’s always making sure that you stay well away from any sightlines and is constantly watching you from the shadows, protecting you from...who knows what. You indulge him in his requests, though it does get annoying when he insists that you use the bathroom with the door left slightly ajar.

Whereas Steve never wants to be left alone, Bucky never leaves you alone. He always ensures that you are within his field of vision, even if your attention is not necessarily on him. There’s an overstuffed armchair in the corner of your home office that Bucky likes to sit in when he’s exhibiting this abnormal behaviour. He watches over you like a solitary hawk.

Bucky can’t leave the house when he gets like this. For starters, it’s nearly impossible to coax him into coming out with you. More importantly, that fearsome protectiveness renders him a potential threat to the public. He sticks close to your side and bares his teeth at anyone who so much as looks at you funny. If anyone touches you, Bucky will let loose a threatening growl, like a guard dog. After one fateful incident which involved Bucky nearly decapitating a waiter at a restaurant, you’d made the executive decision to not let Bucky go out in public whenever Steve went away for a mission.

He doesn’t eat unless you tell him to. He will not rest until you order him to strip and get into bed. He becomes non-verbal, answering your questions with  — at most — two-word answers. It’s torture for you to see him like this, but you know that there’s nothing that you can do.

You don’t know why, exactly, he acts like this, but you think it has something to do with him feeling helpless.

Steve is perfectly capable of looking after himself — uh, most of the time, relatively speaking — when he’s away on missions, both of you know this. However, your theory is that there is some part of Bucky’s brain which believes that Steve is safest when Bucky is watching his six and therefore, if Bucky is not watching Steve’s six, Steve must be unsafe.

This time around, it’s Steve that’s gone.

Bucky is not handling his absence very well.

He left for Jakarta two days ago, and is due to return within the next three days. You’re not privy to the exact details of the mission, but you know that it has something to do with a string of recent suicide bombings in the area.

It’s been a rough couple of days for you both.

Today, you’d woken up with a metal hand wrapped around your throat, and things had gone downhill from there. The only real accomplishment you’ve had is that you managed to Bucky to eat some chicken and rice for dinner, which is basically the only proper meal he’s had the entire day. After dinner, you’d bundled him into bed and forced him cuddle with you.

You fall into a restless sleep sometime after ten. You’ve wrapped yourself around Bucky so that he can’t leave the bed. His back is pressed to your chest, your arm is slung over his torso and your cheek is resting on the back of his shoulder. He will never admit it, but he much prefers being the little spoon when he’s not having a great day.

Sometime during the night, your fitful sleep is broken by the sound of quiet whimpers.

You crack open one eye and squint at the world blearily, as your sleep-fogged brain struggles to make sense of the situation. It takes a second for reality to come into focus, but you soon register the fact that the body beside yours is trembling, violently enough for the vibrations to be felt across the entire mattress.

“No,” he’s saying, voice shaky and riddled with fear.  “Please—please, no, not her, please not her.”

Concern floods your system. It breaks your heart to seem him like this. You swallow and swipe your tongue over your lips to get that unpleasant, cottony dryness out of your mouth as you push yourself into a sitting position. A harsh scrub of the back of your hand over your eyes gets rid of the lingering cobwebs of sleep that cling to your mind. Feeling more alert, you cautiously scoot closer to Bucky.

Waking Bucky up from a nightmare is always a bit of a risky endeavour — usually, you leave the job to Steve, as his body is more capable of handling whatever Bucky might do to him. On the few occasions that you’ve tried, you’ve usually ended up either on the floor, or pinned to the bed with Bucky looming over you.

You take a deep breath to summon your courage.

“Bucky?” you say tentatively, as you gently shake his shoulder. “Bucky — sweetie, c’mon, it’s just a dream. Wake up.”

“No,” he moans, “No, no — no, please, don’t—”

“Bucky it’s not real, honey, wake up—”

“No!” he shouts hoarsely, like he’s suffering the worst anguish imaginable. “Please, you can’t—not her, please not her—”

“Bucky,” you say, more firmly this time, “Sweetheart, it’s just a nightmare. Wake up!”

He jolts awake with a heaving gasp, sitting upright so suddenly that he unbalances you, sending you toppling over. You yelp in surprise, landing on the mattress with a muffled oof. The sound of his ragged breathing fills the room.

You scramble to your knees and reach out to comfort him, but stop yourself before you actually make contact with his skin — you don’t know how your touch would be received.

He is backlit by the moonlight streaming in through the windows and his hair forms a dark, shaggy mane that falls around his face. His torso is bare and sweat glimmers on the planes of his chest, making him look like some ethereal being.

“Bucky?” you say cautiously, “Can I hold you?”

He nods tersely. “Please,” he says gruffly.

You knee-walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck in a side-hug. Bucky, clearly not satisfied by that, grasps you by the waist and hoists you into his lap to hold you better. Before you can develop a cramp in your thigh, you arrange your limbs so that your ankles are crossed behind his back, and your arms are looped over his neck. You plaster yourself to his chest and press your foreheads together, giving him as many points of contact as possible.

“S’okay, Buck, I’m here — breathe with me, that’s it.”

With some encouragement, you manage to get Bucky to match your deep, even breaths. Slowly but surely, his raw, harsh pants slow down to something more controlled, less pained. With a final exhale, he slumps into you, tightening his grip around your waist as he presses his forehead to your shoulder.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers, his warm breath tickling your skin. “I—I thought you were gone, and I couldn’t—I couldn’t get to you fast enough, and—”

You shush him, threading your fingers through his thick hair and pressing your fingertips into the base of his skull.

“I’m here,” you tell him, “I’m here, I’m right here, with you.”

Bucky presses his lips to your skin and all of a sudden, the air around you changes. It is as if the dust motes swirling around you have been charged with electricity.

He trails his lips over your skin, leaving hot, open-mouth kisses in a meandering path. They travel over your shoulder, past your collarbone, up your neck, over your jaw and finally, find their salvation against your lips. He kisses you fiercely, crushing your lips together like he is drowning man and you are the oxygen that will save him. Bucky clings to you like he’s afraid that he might be swept away by the dark, evil currents that swarm his mind, holding onto you like you’re his lifeline.

The situation is perhaps not the most conventional, but your body is nonetheless responding to Bucky’s touch. A rush of heat darts from your brain to your belly, settling into a pool of lust that is growing hotter by the minute. That same heat floods your cheeks and burns behind your chest. Your nipples tighten in anticipation underneath the thin fabric of your sleep shirt.

“I need you,” Bucky whispers brokenly, heatedly. His voice is like the whisper of a breeze, quiet enough that you have to strain your ears to hear it. “Please, please, I need you, I need—”

“Shh, I’m here,” you whisper, “Right here. You do what you need, sweetheart.”

In one smooth, seamless movement, Bucky flips you over so that you’re on your back. He hovers above you, a shadowy figure that dominates your senses. His long hair falls around you like a dark curtain, partitioning you from the rest of the world, cocooning you in this safe haven. Your legs are wrapped around his waist and slowly, your drag your calves up and down the back of his thigh, urging him to do as he pleases.

Bucky peppers hot kisses over your jaw and down your neck, pausing briefly to close his teeth over your pulse point. You gasp, throwing your head back and baring your throat. He rumbles appreciatively, worrying the skin of your neck between his teeth.

“You’re gonna leave a mark,” you say breathily, a hint of a laugh tinging your sentence.

“Good,” he replies, voice rough. “You’re mine.”

You swallow, touched by those two simple words. “Always,” you promise, squeezing his hips with your knees.

He growls possessively, which prompts you to press your hand over your mouth to stifle an irrational giggle. He sounds like a goddamn caveman. Your laughter morphs into a moan as he pulls aside the collar of your shirt and teases his lips over your collarbone, focusing on the spot that makes your curl.

“Bucky,” you groan, biting your lip to hold back a whine.

His fingers are trailing up your sides  — one smooth and cool, the other callused and warm. He’s rucking up your sleep shirt as he goes, leaving the material bunched under your breasts as he slithers down your body. Bucky plants open-mouthed, reverent kisses over your belly, stopping to leave gentle nips wherever he pleases. His stubble scratches your skin, making you shiver in arousal.

“Off,” he says, flicking at the hem of your shirt impatiently.

Hastily, you pull the garment over your head, tossing it to some irrelevant place in the darkness. In an instant, Bucky’s fingers are cupping and squeezing your breasts, savouring the feel and weight of them in his palms. You gasp aloud when his thumbs brush over your stiffened nipples.

“Please,” you whisper, though you’re not quite sure what you’re asking for.

A cry of pleasure leaves your throat as Bucky’s lips close around your left nipple, engulfing it in sudden heat. A spike of want flares in your belly, making you shift your hips restlessly. Your fingers scrabble for purchase in the sheets as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive flesh. Bucky alternates between teasing the hard nub with his tongue and gently scraping over it with his teeth.

He releases your nipple from his lips and shifts to give the same treatment to the other one. The man likes his symmetry, so this doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. Bucky switches back and forth between your breasts, taking care to give each one the same level of attention.

His touches eventually lose some of their frenzied intensity, mellowing down to something more lethargic, languid. Bucky allows his weight to settle more heavily on top of you, and rests his chin on your chest. When he takes your nipple between his lips, an expression of contentment settles over his features; you can practically feel the tension bleeding out of his muscles with every second that ticks past.

You leave him be. He’s behaved this way in the past, and if nursing on your breasts seems to bring him some element of comfort, who are you to deny him this small act? You card your fingers through his hair and gently massage his scalp, relishing the pleased moan that rumbles out of his chest.

Whether he realises it or not, the hard line of Bucky’s cock is pressing into your thigh. He’s grinding against you lazily, his movements so small that you don’t think he’s even aware of what he’s doing.

Carefully, so that you don’t accidentally dislodge his mouth, you reach between your bodies until your fingers come into contact with the waistband of his sweats. It’s a bit of a stretch, but you manage to push them down, halfway over his ass, low enough for your fingers to graze the top of his leaking dick.

Bucky jerks in surprise when you palm the head, releasing a shaky moan that is muffled against your skin. His breath skitters over your collarbone.

“Look at you, honey, being so good for me,” you croon softly, tucking a strand of hair over his ear. “You’re hard, Buck — you wanna take care of that? You wanna get inside me?”

He moans in affirmation. You smile benevolently as you continue to stroke his hair.

“C’mon then, get these off,” you say, snapping the elastic.

With great reluctance, he pulls his mouth off your breast to do as he’s been instructed. You take the opportunity to shimmy your shorts and panties down your legs. They too are discarded to some distant corner of the room.

Bucky crawls back on top of you, taking his weight on his forearms, which are planted on either side of your head. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and hook your legs over his waist, pulling him close. He bumps his nose against your chin, tipping your face upwards, so that he can capture your lips in an impassioned kiss.

You moan into his mouth when the head of his cock drags over your folds, sending tingles of arousal dancing through your system. Without breaking the kiss, you wiggle your hand between your bodies and grasp his cock, guiding it to your waiting entrance.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky breathes, his lips brushing against yours.

“Inside, Barnes, c’mon,” you reply.

He slides his hips forward, sinking his cock into your warmth and wetness. You gasp as he penetrates you, arching your back reflexively. Bucky groans, dropping his head and resting his temple against your shoulder. Each of his breaths sends a gust of warm air blowing over your neck. He is still, giving you time to adjust.

When you feel like you’re ready, you urge him on with a word of encouragement and a nudge of your foot. Gradually, he works his entire length into your body, spearing you open in that most wondrous way. His cock is just perfect, filling that emptiness inside you right to the brim. There’s just enough of him for you to feel that pleasurable stretch, but not too much that you’re uncomfortable.

“You feel so good,” you whisper, as you trail your fingers up and down his spine.

Bucky hums, turning his head to mouth wetly at your collarbone. “You too,” he murmurs.

He captures your lips with his own as his hips begin to move in earnest. His movements are slow and unhurried, as neither of you are in a rush to find completion. He rests his weight on top of you, blanketing you with his body, a physical shield against the outside world. This feels right; chest to chest, hip to hip, not even a breath of air between you.

Bucky rocks into you slowly, using miniscule movements of his hips, barely pulling out before he’s sliding back into your core. Your lips find his in the darkness and he latches on, greedily swallowing your sounds of pleasure like they are his ambrosia.

You hook your legs over his waist and cross your ankles at the small of his back, pulling him closer. Though you dig your heels into the top of his ass to spur him on, he continues at the leisurely pace that he’s set.

No words are spoken into the quiet of the night, yet every movement speaks volumes in its own right. Every surge of his hips, every brush of his lips, every caress of his fingers — each touch professes his love for you. Bucky tells you how much he needs you without a single word passing his lips, and you do the same.

You close your eyes and allow yourself to get lost in the moment. You focus on the roughness of his stubble against your neck, the warmth of his breath over your cheek, the drag of his chest over your nipples, the sparks of pleasure burning between your legs. His cock is brushing against all the sweet spots inside of you, the ones that make your head spin and your thighs tremble. The numerous, complex layers of pleasure sweep you away in their current; you feel like you’re weightless, floating on a cloud.

At some point, animal instincts start to take over. Love-making turns to passionate fucking, and Bucky’s rhythm quickens, his hips snapping forward more vigorously. He widens his knees and anchors them into the bed, giving himself more leverage to thrust. You cry out exultantly as your pleasure soars to new heights, fisting your hands in the sheets above your head.

Bucky slides his palms up your arms, until his hands find yours in the rumpled sheets. He laces your fingers together, pressing your hands into the mattress as he fucks into you.

“You’re so good,” he whispers, “So—god, so good, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you gasp, “Fuck, Bucky — Bucky.”

“Yeah, that’s it, sweetheart,” he grits out, as his hips drive forward again and again. Your mouth opens on a silent scream as he nails that spot relentlessly, the one that has you screwing your eyes shut so tightly, you’re seeing stars dancing behind your lips.

He’s saying your name under his breath like a prayer, oftentimes praising you and cursing you in the same breath.

“I love you,” he pants, “I love you — please, stay, don’t go—”

“M’not going anywhere,” you promise breathlessly, “I’m right here, Bucky. I love you so much.”

Your orgasm, when it comes, takes you by surprise. It washes over you like a crashing wave, unrelenting in its intensity. It is powerful enough to have you crying out in ecstasy. You dig your nails into the backs of Bucky’s hands as your back arches of its own accord. Your pulse is roaring in your ears and your lungs have seized up; you’re unable to catch your breath. Your climax seems to last forever.

When you come back to your senses, you realise that Bucky is still hard inside of you, still thrusting his cock into your warmth, though his movements are beginning to falter.

“So beautiful,” he praises, as he mouths at your throat. “So goddamn beautiful.”

You’re loose-limbed and pliant, satiated by your release. A pleasant buzz has settled into your bones, and there is a contented smile on your lips. Your limbs are heavy and uncoordinated, but you manage to hook your arms around Bucky’s shoulders and dig your heels into his back more insistently.

“C’mon, Buck,” you breathe, “Come inside me.”

“Fuck,” he swears.

“Mm, you like that? You wanna fill me up? Make me yours?”

“Sweetheart,” Bucky moans, cock driving into you with renewed urgency. “Baby — baby, oh, m’close, I—I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” you whisper.

There are many beautiful things in this world and among them is the sight of Bucky Barnes when he comes. He is quite the vision.

All the muscles in his body stiffen, save for those kiss-bitten lips, which go slack with pleasure. He thrusts into you one final time, burying his cock as deep inside you as physically possible. You shiver as his warmth spills into your channel, his cock spurting out hot, sticky ribbons of come. He is quiet, save for a single, bitten-back moan.

You roam your hands over his sweaty back, petting him gently as he rides out his climax. When it is over, he is careful to collapse half on you, and half on the bed, so that you’re not crushed under his weight. His softened, spent cock slips out of your pussy, and you whine in disapproval. You hate that feeling.

Blindly, Bucky fumbles around for his discarded sweats, and uses them to clumsily wipe his cock as well as the mess between your legs. He balls the soiled garment in his hand and tosses it onto the floor, to be dealt with in the morning.

The darkness has just started to give way to shades of pink and orange when Bucky rolls over onto his back and pulls you closer. A new dawn brings with it a fresh start and new challenges, but for now, you pillow your cheek on Bucky’s chest and let your heavy eyelids slide shut as sleep pulls you under.

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🎉 Merry v300! 🎉

I had a great week adding interesting new gui stuff.

system:known url

You can now search for files that have or lack certain known URLs! It comes under a new system predicate, 'system:known url', and supports multiple search types--exact url, domain, regex, or from a dropdown of the client's current url classes. I am really pleased with it.

The db URL search code is currently slow--maybe ten seconds on a big client with several hundred thousand stored URLs--but I have some ideas on how to speed it up.

autocomplete favourites

I have prototyped a way to select some favourite tags from the regular tag autocomplete interface. The 'results' list is now tucked into a page in a small notebook, and I've added a second 'favourites' list beside it. You can edit these favourites under options->tags and quickly switch between the results and favourites lists by hitting left or right arrow on an empty text input. If the favourites list is selected, it will capture arrow up/down and page up/down and enter key presses just like the results list, so it should be entirely possible to now enter a favourite tag just by pressing something like 'right, down, down, enter' on a fresh search page.

In the next week or so, I will add 'add to/remove from favourites' menu items for regular tag right-click menus (for quicker favourite editing), and some other little bells and whistles (like parent support in manage tags).

If this layout and workflow works out, I expect to do more here in future. I could add lists for popular tags, system predicates like 'size<8MB', and even whole named searches like 'short inbox videos' or 'last week's gifs'.

drag export from media viewer

I have added a new icon to the top hover window of the media viewer--a green arrow pointing right, added to the top-right of the window--that, if dragged from (i.e. just click the button and then drag out of it), will start a file export drag for the current file, the same as if you had dragged the thumbnail. So, if you are in the media viewer and want to upload the file somewhere via your web browser, you can now do it real quick.

import/export siblings and parents

This is for advanced users and may be buggy.

You can now import and export tag pairs to and from the tag siblings and parents dialogs! You can do it via clipboard or .txt files, with the format being a flat newline-separated taglist (so the pairs a->b, b->c would flatten in the .txt document to four lines abbc, and vice versa). You can also import in a 'add only' way, which will only ever add new pairs, rather than trying to petition or delete existing conflicts (as the code would do if you entered those same pairs manually in the text boxes).

I have tested this a bunch, but the underlying logic here is still a bit of a mess, so please do some test runs before you start importing or exporting ten thousand rows and let me know if you run into any trouble.

quick and dirty duplicate processing

I've added some ugly 'just set these thumbs as alternates/same/not dupes' buttons to the duplicate processing page, designed to be used with the 'show me some random pairs' button. It is a quick and dirty way of dealing with some common groups.

The database structure here is still inefficient for larger groups (like twenty alternates of the same file), but I have spent a bit of time thinking about the next step here and may try to slide in some updates for the most common problems in the coming weeks.

full list

wrote system:known url to find files that have--or do not have--certain types of urls. it works but is still a little slow--I can optimise it later!

added exact match, domain, regex, and url class search types for system:known url

added a button to the top media viewer hover window that will start a file export drag and drop event if dragged from

moved the autocomplete dropdown results list down into a paged notebook

wrote a new 'favourites' page tab for the autocomplete dropdown results

hitting left or right arrow keys on an empty text input will move between the results tabs

hitting arrow up/down/page up/down/home/page or passing mouse scroll events will now go to the current selected page

typing regular search text into the input will automatically return the current page to the search results list

moved the 'tag suggestions' part of the 'tags' options page to a new page

added 'tag favourites' to the 'tags' options page to edit which tags show in this new tab

added import/export buttons to the tag siblings and parents dialogs. they'll export to clipboard or .txt file, and import from the same with an additional option to add_only (i.e. to not delete/petition conflicts with the existing list)

added some quick-and-dirty 'set as alternates/same/notdupes' buttons to the duplicate filter, which will quickly apply that status to the dupes and show some more dupes

sped up db loading time of tag siblings and parents significantly

added a short delay check to tag siblings/parents regeneration so rapid regenerations (such as when processing certain admin-side petitions) can be merged

fixed an issue where similar_to searches could return results not in the current file domain

fixed some spinctrls that were sizing to thin

fixed a bug in the manage server services dialog that was incorrectly dealing with port conflicts on edit service dialog ok

added a clientside and serverside assertion to test that all the services on a serverside modify services call have unique ports

fixed an issue where hydrus network services without access keys would sometimes try to sync their accounts (this was messing up some admin server setup)

fixed some misc dialog window structure

messed around a little with how the autocomplete dropdown hides and shows when in float mode--I _think_ it will now be less flickery and will otherwise position itself and receieve focus better

converted the 'export files' dialog to the new sizing system and also made it non-modal (i.e. you can now interact with the rest of the program while it is open)

wrote a more rigorous force-fit-all-tlws command to the debug menu

misc fixes

misc refactoring

next week

I want to focus on the downloader overhaul, which is coming to the final big phase. Making the page of images downloader more intelligent is the first thing, and then actually getting going on the big gallery update, which we are basically ready to start.

In the run up to v300, I've been thinking about and talking with some users about how we got here. It is odd to think that I have been hammering at this thing for six or seven years, as it seems like the time has disappeared. Making hydrus is not easy, but I get a lot out of working on it, and I really appreciate your feedback and support--thank you. I am still in an ok situation IRL, so I hope to keep like this and just push steadily up to v350 and beyond.

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I miss her [Part 16/...]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Words: 1470 Warning: none. Summary: Bucky and [Y/N] found themselves in the 21st century, the only problem - [Y/N] doesn’t know that Bucky is still alive and that he tries to find a way to get back into her life.

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The jet landed close to an old HYDRA base where some old files should be stored. Bruce set in front of the two screens and put the com into his ear “Put the coms in and turn them on. I’ll be your eyes and ears like always”

The team nodded and did what was told when Steve gave the orders “Natasha and I will go in first. Buck, you and [Y/N] will take the back door while Sam and Tony check the roof. Clint, you stay here as planned together with Bruce, okay?”

Hawkeye sat down in the front area of the jet and gave him a thumb up as he began to check the whole system. The rest of the team began to get ready when the back of the jet opened.

[Y/N]’s gaze went to Bucky who put his gun into his holster as he noticed her look “What?”

“Be careful in there” she took his hand and gave it a squeeze before he leaned in and kissed her temple “As long as you stay safe as well”

She smiled and let go of his hand as they went out, together with Steve and Natasha. Sam and Tony flew up to the roof to check their surroundings after FRIDAY shut the security system down.

Meanwhile inside the building, Reece Volkov leaned forward while his gaze was fixed on [Y/N] who followed Bucky inside. He chuckled lightly and stood straight again as he saw how they observed the lower floors “It’s so reckless of them to just bump right into us. But our little [Y/N] was always a little bit stubborn. Be ready for them. They will try to escape as soon as they find out it’s a trap”

The two agents who stood next to the door nodded as they loaded their guns and left the small office.

“It’s really quiet in here. I don’t like this” [Y/N] walked close behind Bucky who held up his machine gun whenever he crossed another hallway before he spoke up “Me neither but we have to be sure that we’re alone as long as Steve and Nat secure the files”

The young agent sighed and paused when she heard footsteps approaching. Quickly [Y/N] raised her gun and shot the upcoming agent. Shocked, Bucky turned around and looked down at the man who laid on the ground, dead.

“They are here. I knew it was a bad idea to go on this mission” Bucky cursed when he examined the agent as [Y/N] looked out for other agents who could come after them while her boyfriend reported back to Steve “Steve? They found us down here. Hurry up so we can go back to the jet”

“Go back to the jet. We’ll be there in a few minutes” he heard his best friend through the com in his ear and signaled [Y/N] to follow him. But before [Y/N] could reach him, a wall rose from the ground and separated the couple.

“No! [Y/N]!” Bucky screamed at the top of his lungs and hammered at the thick wall when he heard [Y/N] from the other side of the wall “Bucky, what is happening?!”

“I don’t know. But don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll get to you, I promise. They won’t get you. I won’t let this happen” Bucky talked insistently to [Y/N] who was close to a panic attack when he heard her scream. Horrified, his eyes went wide and again he began to hammer his metal fist against the thick wall but nothing helped. And then there was silence. No scream was heard when a voice echoed through the little room where the former Winter Soldier was now locked up “It’s so wonderful to see you again, soldier. We thought we lost you and your dear [Y/N] but you found your way home on your own. We’ll take good care of her and your friends up there. Soon you won’t even remember all of this. Soon the newspapers will be titled with ‘The Winter Soldier: The murderer of the Avengers’.”

“SHUT UP! Don’t you dare lay a hand on [Y/N]! I’ll kill you with my bare hands if you touch her!” Bucky growled and looked around in the small room when smoke began to stream inside through the thick walls. Before Bucky could even recognize it, he blacked out.

“Guys! Where are Bucky and [Y/N]? They aren’t answering” Natasha snapped through her com at the others who still scanned the area for other agents. Sam flew inside the building and came over to her and Steve “They’re gone. I scanned the lower floors where they went but there is no one. But you can’t tell me they captured Barnes and [Y/N]. I thought your buddy is invincible and would do everything to protect [Y/N]”

“HYDRA would do anything to get them back and so does Nemesis. But this doesn’t matter right now. We have the files. Natasha, bring those files to Clint while Sam, Tony and I look for Bucky and [Y/N]” Steve commanded the team as Nat began to protest “Oh no, Sam will do that. I will help to find them. It’s my duty to punch the living hell out of these people who tortured our friends for their whole life”

Sam rolled his eyes as he took the files from her hands and went back to the jet.

Together with Natasha and Tony, Steve made his way to the lower floors where the dead agent was still laying on the floor but there was no sign of Bucky and [Y/N].

“They can’t just disappear” Tony looked around and let FRIDAY scan the hall for any signs when she talked to him through his earpiece “There is a hidden wall in the ground, boss. And some pipes who streamed some anaesthetics inside. I believe Agent Barnes or Agent [Y/L/N] blacked out. The cameras were hacked. I can’t get any videos of the attack”

“Seems like Nemesis took our two love-birds. The only question is, where did they took them? The rooms are empty and no jet took off. They have to be here. They can’t just disappear” Natasha sighed and ran a hand through her red curls.

When [Y/N] woke up, she was tied to a chair. In horror, her gaze searched for any sign of the others but she was alone in the dark. Frightened, the young girl tried to loosen the bonds that were tied around her wrist when she heard someone opening the door which was across from her.

Her eyes scanned the man who made his way into the room when the lights turned on. Quickly [Y/N] closed her eyes before she opened them again slowly to accustom herself to the bright lights.

“It’s so good to see you again, Silver” [Y/N] heard the familiar voice of a man.

Shocked, [Y/N] rose her head and looked into the eyes of the man who brainwashed her years ago. Those brown eyes who haunted her dreams since she found out that she was the former partner of the Winter Soldier. He leant down and gave her a smile “You don’t have to try. You can’t loosen these ropes and even if, your beloved Winter Soldier is far away, you wouldn’t find him”

[Y/N]’s eyes widened. Bucky. They had Bucky.

“Why are you doing this? What do you want?” [Y/N] growled and tried to get those ropes off her wrists but nothing could help her.

Suddenly he gripped her chin tightly and stared into her [y/e/c] eyes “We want the world. And you, my darlin’, will help us to get what we want. You are his weakness and I know he will do everything so you don’t get hurt, am I right?”

Outside [Y/N] showed him no emotional reaction, nothing. But on the inside she wanted to scream and punch the life out of his body. Still she knew that Volkov was right. Bucky would do everything to prevent that [Y/N] doesn’t get hurt. And she would do the same. Always.

Before he could say something else, [Y/N] heard a bloodcurdling scream and she knew the owner of that scream too well.

She closed her eyes and turned her head away when Volkov spoke up again “He struggled so much. The love between the two of you has to be very strong when it survives so much pain…how sweet. But don’t worry, you will be together soon enough”

“Oh we will, believe me, you prick! And when this happens, you will be choking on your own blood while you die…” [Y/N] growled as he went back to the door. For the last time, his gaze went back to the young agent who looked at him almost emotionless before Volkov closed the door and left her in complete darkness when the guard outside turned off the lights.

Part 17

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