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The Art of Healing: Chapter 6

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pairing: wanda maximoff x fem! OC

summary: wanda discovers her dominant side

content warnings: smut, restraints, overstimulation, fingering, dildo, subspace

word count: 5k+

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A New Discovery

“Alright hon, remember what we practiced.”

Wanda smiled slightly, used to Agatha’s nagging. She would be annoyed if she didn’t know that the older woman was simply looking out for her. One might even say that she was worried, but Wanda knew better than to bring that up. 

“Of course,” Wanda turned towards the woman beside her, noting the way her blue eyes scanned the room they were in. “I’ll let you know if it becomes too much, I promise.”

At those words, Agatha finally turned her gaze towards Wanda. It was their third time out of her cabin, and an important night as well. The first time had been to a small market in a nearby town, and as Agatha suspected, Wanda had telepathy powers in addition to her chaos magic. 

That first time was overwhelming, to say the least. Agatha had never performed so many memory replacement spells as that day. But what can you do? It’s not like she could let those poor townspeople remember Wanda falling to her knees and covering her ears while scarlet waves of magic pulsated from her as she processed everyone’s thoughts for the first time. 

The second time was much easier, since Wanda had known what to expect. They’d gone into the city, simply walking down the street rather than the overwhelming environment of an enclosed space. It was easier that way, Wanda didn’t get stuck in anyone’s thoughts, as they walked past too quickly. 

A man bumped into Agatha, jostling her from her thoughts. She sent a glare his way, before Wanda’s gentle hand on her arm redirected her focus. Glancing down, she took a breath, her eyes locked on the pendant swinging from the redhead’s neck. 

“You know how to power that on, right? I spent a lot of time on it.” Agatha knew her attempts at nonchalance were lacking, but Wanda chose not to comment, instead sending a soft smile her way and bringing her fingers to the pendant. Rubbing it between her forefinger and thumb gently, she nodded, taking a solidifying breath of her own. 

Agatha eyed Wanda’s pendant briefly, scanning the runes she’d etched onto the surface. As soon as Wanda’s magic made contact with the runes, it would send a protective shield over her mind, preventing her from reading anyones thoughts. It was their failsafe, just in case the amount of horny thoughts flying around the nightclub became overwhelming, 

“Yes,” Wanda dropped her hand, her eyes finding the bar through the smoky haze of the nightclub. “I’ll be alright, but first I want a drink.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, knowing that Wanda would order a shirley temple like she always did. Making their way to the bar, blue eyes scanned the many faces, searching for a target. 

“Let me find someone,” Wanda’s voice was low, her breath already smelling like cherries as she murmured the words into Agatha’s ear. “Trust me.”

Sighing, Agatha nodded, feeling slightly out of her element as she gave up what felt like the last of her control for the evening. They’d decided to find a submissive to play with for the night, as part of Wanda’s education. Essentially, Agatha wanted her to finetune her control over her own emotions, and what better way to do that than to exert control over an eager submissive?

Wanda leaned against the counter, sipping her drink as she lazily scanned the crowd around her. Bodies swarmed on the dance floor, laughter and singing rising as the crowd moved slightly out of sync. Music thrummed through the floor, the vibrations of it practically tangible as it wrapped around her body, urging her to move. 

Random thoughts filtered through her mind, and Wanda breathed through it, focusing on Agatha’s past lessons. Just keep breathing, and it will pass. It would apparently get easier over time, and eventually her magic would filter everyones thoughts on autopilot. Wanda couldn’t wait, and distracted herself by trying to hear only a single person's thoughts at once. 

‘Damn, I like the way he’s moving against me. I wonder what his di-’

Wanda visibly shook her head, moving onto the next person quickly. She found it easier this time, her few weeks of practice paying off as the background hum of multiple thoughts layering atop each other faded. 

‘I hope she collars me soon, I just want to be her good boy forever. Oh look, here she comes!’ 

Her curiosity piqued, Wanda found the man who’s thoughts she’d just left. He was near the edge of the dance floor, a wide smile on his face as a tall woman walked up to him. She leaned down, saying something in his ear as he bowed his head, her hands roaming his body. 

Agatha sidled up next to her, hands tight around her waist as she started dancing. “You look suspicious, hon. Dance with me, I know you can multitask.”

Wanda smirked, grinding her hips backwards and feeling pleased at the gasp that escaped Agatha’s plump lips. The hands around her waist tightened, and Wanda felt herself grow wet when she felt the bulge of the brunette’s strap against her. She let herself get lost in the feeling, gently grinding against Agatha as she focused on the woman across the floor. 

‘I can’t wait to make him mine, I hope he likes the design I chose. I want this to be perfect.’ 

The image of an intrinsically designed collar flashed briefly through Wanda’s mind, and she smiled, pleased that the man was getting his wish. A wave of possessiveness shot through her, and she quickly pulled her mind from the tall woman’s, not wanting to get her emotions confused with hers. 

“Good job, Wanda.” Agatha’s voice was raspy, one of her hands snaking around to gently rest against her throat. Wanda swallowed, her breath shortening slightly as arousal pooled in her gut. She shook her head, refocusing on her mission. 

Find a submissive. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

“We could always postpone this and head back to the cabin,” Agatha’s voice was raspy, her hips moving suggestively against Wanda’s ass. The redhead faltered, almost folding before she locked eyes with a girl at the bar. The girl was sipping a drink slowly, her eyes wide as she watched them dance against each other. 

Wanda smirked, bringing a hand up to Agatha’s head and enjoying the feeling of her lips against her neck. Then, she gently yanked her head up. “Stop, you’re distracting me. Besides, I just found someone. So keep it in your pants, witchy.”

Delighting in the frustrated groan she heard, Wanda ground her hips backwards one final time before making her way towards the girl. Agatha followed behind, her attention successfully redirected, for the time being. 

‘Holy shit, they’re coming my way. Act cool, don’t be fucking weird.’

Agatha snorted, and Wanda realized that she was also reading the girl’s mind. Nudging her slightly, she sent a mental reminder to release her control over the situation, wanting to take the girl’s submission for herself. Afterall, it was Wanda’s control that was on the line. 

‘Good job hon, you’re getting better at communicating telepathically.’ 

Wanda shuddered as Agatha’s words filtered through her brain, the girl’s thoughts still swimming about as she tried to act natural. It was cute really, mentally she was panicking, but she maintained a straight face as the pair approached her. 

Her only tell was the slight tremble of her fingers and her wide eyes as Wanda sat down next to her, Agatha claiming the seat on the other side of the young girl. At first, Wanda didn’t say anything, choosing instead to let her eyes roam the girl’s face as she took her in. 

She had pretty eyes, her eyeliner subtle as mascara coated her long lashes. A few specks of the dark pigment had landed on her cheeks, and Wanda longed to reach up and wipe it away, but refrained. She didn’t want to scare her away too soon. 

“I’m Wanda,” She made sure to keep her voice low, suppressing a smirk as she watched the girl physically react to her words. A light blush appeared on her cheeks, her lips parting as she stumbled over her words briefly. 

“Hi, I’m um- my name is Sarah.” Her words were breathy, her lips clamping shut the moment her introduction was finished. Agatha chuckled, reaching up a hand to play with a strand of Sarah’s short hair. 

“I like this one, let’s play with her.” Blue eyes flashed as Sarah whipped around, her fingers trembling against the glass. Wanda took a peek inside her mind, pleased to see the girl’s thoughts swirling with thoughts of both of them on top of her. 

“Behave yourself for once, please.” Green eyes met blue, and flashed in warning. Agatha conceded, releasing her hold on the young girl’s hair. She moved her hands to a much safer location, resting lightly on her glass while Wanda reached a hand towards Sarah’s rapidly reddening face. 

Cool fingers met her jaw, and the girl turned towards Wanda with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted as her gaze roamed the redhead’s face. Smiling softly, Wanda let her fingers lightly trace the girl’s lips, her eyes locked on them as she felt Sarah’s breath hitch. 

“Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” Wanda made sure to let her lips press briefly against Sarah’s ear, enjoying the way the girl shuddered beneath her. Agatha watched with a small smirk, nodding her approval when the young girl nodded eagerly. 

Making their way towards the back, Wanda made sure to keep her hands on the young girl. They lingered around her waist, her hips, drifting downwards as Sarah stumbled slightly. Agatha followed half a step behind, reading the girl’s mind as she ensured that Wanda wasn’t getting too overwhelmed. 

Wanda was feeling fantastic. Everytime she moved her fingers, even slightly, Sarah’s breath changed and she would trip over her own feet. Wanda found it adorable, and made sure to keep as much of her body touching Sarah’s as she could. 

Eventually, they made their way to one of the playrooms provided at the back of the club, Agatha murmuring something to the security just outside the area as Wanda ushered the girl inside. Making her way after them, Agatha shut the door firmly as Wanda pushed Sarah against the wall, trapping her with her hips. 

Sarah didn’t seem to mind, her hands shaking slightly as she hesitantly put them on Wanda’s waist, her eyes locked on the redhead’s lips. She arched her back slightly, pressing herself against Wanda's as much as she could, enjoying the way green eyes darkened at the action. 

Feeling the hands around her waist tighten, Wanda maneuvered herself slightly until her thigh slipped between Sarah’s legs. Pressing her firmer against the wall, she smirked when the girl gasped, her hips rutting against her thigh slightly. 

Sensing movement behind her, Wanda glanced over her shoulder, watching as Agatha slowly made her way over to a chair and sitting down. She crossed her legs, getting comfortable as she gave Wanda a single nod. 

‘Go ahead, hon. Let’s see you in action.’

Wanda took a breath, calming herself slightly as Sarah’s hands squeezed her waist once more. The girl grew bolder, her hips moving faster as her hands drifted lower. Wanda turned back towards her, noticing the way her pupils were blown and her breath was coming out in short, desperate pants.  

Moving quickly, Wanda gripped Sarah’s wrists and pinned them to the wall. Pressing her full body against hers, she captured her lips between her own, letting her teeth graze them in warning. Using one hand to hold the girl’s wrists above her head, the other drifted towards her chest, fingers quickly finding her nipple and rolling it. 

The girl moaned, leaning into her touch, and Wanda throbbed. 

“Please.”

Smirking, Wanda pulled back. Sarah’s eyes were slightly glazed, unfocused as she tried to move her hips. It was exhilarating, knowing that she’d made the poor girl this desperate. All from a few simple touches and a single kiss. Wanda wondered what would happen if she did more. 

“Please what? Use your words, darling.” Wanda rolled her fingers again, trapping the girl’s nipple between them. Sarah arched against her, a small whine escaping her as she struggled briefly against the redhead’s hold on her wrists. Pulling slightly, a surge of arousal shot through her when the girl let out a moan, the noise strained as she attempted to surge forwards. 

“I- please… fuck.” She couldn’t get any words out, and Agatha chuckled slowly from her chair. Wanda felt something shift inside her at the girl’s desperation. Something calmed, her mind sharpening past her own arousal as she focused solely on Sarah. 

Humming, Wanda moved closer. She let her lips slightly graze the trembling ones before her. Sarah’s hips moved again, and Wanda sighed. “You can do better than that, sweetheart. Try again for me.”

A frustrated groan sounded out, muffled by Wanda’s lips. Biting down slightly, she slowly backed up, pulling Sarah with her. Catching a glimpse of the bed, Wanda pushes the trembling girl towards it, reveling in the gasp Sarah releases when the backs of her knees hit the mattress. 

Breaking the kiss, Wanda pushes her firmly down until she’s seated on the end of the bed. Nudging Sarah’s knees open, she moves to stand between them, her hands tangling with her hair. Moving slowly, the girl moves her hands up Wanda’s thighs before wrapping them around her waist. 

The movement seems hesitant, and Wanda knows what it means. Sarah’s nervous, yet filled with anticipation at the same time. It’s exactly what Wanda had felt like for her first time with Agatha, and for a moment, she feels like she’s weirdly looking through a mirror. 

“I just…” Sarah struggles with her words for a moment, and Wanda just strokes her cheeks gently, calming her down slightly. Taking a peek inside her head, she’s surprised to find that it's working, and Wanda feels a rush of something at the knowledge that she is directly influencing the emotions and arousal of another person. 

“I want you to touch me, and-” Sarah pauses, biting her lip. Wand nods reassuringly, making sure to keep her eyes soft. “I want you to make me feel good, and I’m already feeling fuzzy.”

Moving closer, Wanda places her lips next to the girl’s ear. Making sure that her voice is low, Wanda tangles her hand in Sarah’s hair before yanking her head back gently, a strangled moan escaping her. 

“Elaborate.” 

Sarah whimpers, closing her eyes briefly as she gathers her thoughts. When she opens them again, Wanda sees that her pupils are blown, black taking over her irises. “Everytime you say something, or tell me what to do, or touch me and move me around where you want me to go, I just sink into this sort of fog?” 

Wanda glances over at Agatha, knowing what Sarah means. It’s slightly intimidating, to know that she’s guiding Sarah into subspace. It’s a lot of trust from the young girl, but at Agatha’s reassuring smile, Wanda calms slightly. Breathing deeply, she calms her racing heartbeat, pausing for a moment before returning her focus to the girl seated before her. 

“That’s a good thing, darling. I promise.” Wanda lets her thumb rest on the girl’s jaw. Sarah closes her eyes, parting her lips as Wanda’s fingers inch closer to them. “Just relax, and let me make you feel good.”

Agatha leaned back in her seat, clenching her thighs together slightly as she watched Wanda gently guide the younger girl into a deeper state of submission. She was quite proud, having worked hard to teach Wanda everything she knew about the kinkier aspects of sex. 

Sure, sex was physical. Agatha, however, liked the mental component involved with the kinkier side of intimacy. She liked the power dynamic, and the shifting of power with a single touch or look. Most importantly, she liked being in control.  

However, in the past few weeks, Wanda had been testing that control that Agatha so desperately craved. She could sense a budding dominatrix in the young redhead, and taught her as best she could without letting go of the reins. Tonight however, was the first step for Wanda in learning to be in control of her own emotions and powers and also exert that same control over a submissive. 

But alas, Agatha was reminiscing. She refocused, her ears picking up on the faint sound of lips dancing against each other as the younger girl moaned openly into Wanda’s mouth. Taking in the scene, Agatha was proud to see that Wanda had pushed Sarah fully onto the bed, hovering over her with her thighs on either side of the girl’s hips. Her hands held down her wrists, and the younger girl was desperately arching her back, seeking any source of friction she could find. 

Diving into Wanda’s surface thoughts, Agatha smiled at the organized mind she found. Wanda was completely aware of her own powers and emotions, keeping everything in check as she focused on her control with Sarah. As predicted, exerting control over someone else helped Wanda immensely with control over herself. Surprisingly, more than submission did. 

Agatha made a mental note to bring this up later to the redhead, before settling fully back in her seat and enjoying the show. After all, who said she couldn’t have fun? Besides, Wanda’s ass looked great from this angle. 

“Pick a safe word.” Wanda pulled back slightly, repeating her words when Sarah tried to chase her lips. Her blonde hair was strewn around her head, her eyes rapidly blinking as she processed. 

“Um,” She tried to get some words out, but couldn’t think of anything. Wanda was still in her mind, and upon realizing how spaced out Sarah was, used her free hand to gently stroke the girl’s face. It seemed as though her touch helped ground the girl, as her thoughts became more coherent, a word popping into existence. 

“Vanilla.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow, and Agatha chuckled behind her. A blush spread rapidly on the young girl's face, her eyes glancing between the Wanda on to pof her and the brunette in the chair. 

“Behave.” The words were sharp, and Sarah’s heart stopped momentarily before she realized that it wasn’t directed at her. Agatha’s eyebrows rose, and she narrowed her eyes as her and Wanda stayed locked in a staring contest, the moment passing quickly. 

Turning back to the girl currently trapped beneath her, Wanda smiled slowly. “That’s a good word, remember it.” 

Nodding quickly, Sarah glanced back down towards the redhead’s lips. They parted, a warm breath that tasted faintly of cherries hitting her cheeks, and she moaned as they met hers. It was impossible to describe just how soft the redhead’s lips were, and before she could start to think of any adjectives, her mind went blank as Wanda’s tongue brushed her lower lip. 

Gently exploring the younger girl’s mouth, Wanda slowly maneuvered her body as she swallowed all the moans Sarah so freely offered up. Her leg moved between the girl’s parted thighs, and using a firm amount of pressure, Wanda connected her knee to Sarah’s core. 

Gasping, the young girl briefly disconnected her lips from Wanda’s. She arched into the touch, and Wanda took the opportunity to attach her lips to her neck, sucking softly as moans and gasps flooded her ears. 

“Fuck.” That’s the only word Sarah can seem to get out, her eyes rolling back as Wanda bites down. The sting of her teeth digging into the soft skin of the girl’s neck causes pleasure to race towards her already over heating core. Moving slightly more frantically, Sarah rolls her hips against the knee pressing so deliciously against her. 

Wanda smirked. 

Giving the young girl absolutely no time to think or process what was happening, Wanda pulled away. Pulling the cuffs that were pre-attached to the headboard towards her, she swiftly attached them to Sarah’s wrists. 

Struggling uselessly against the restraints, Sarah wanted to whine in protest when the redhead dismounted her. The knee against her leaking pussy disappeared, and she let out a shaky breath at the loss. Looking over towards the brunette, Sarah closed her legs at the feeling of those all-knowing blue eyes roaming her skin. 

“Don’t do that.” 

At the sound of Wanda’s commanding voice, Sarah whipped her head around, her eyes landing on the vibrating dildo the woman held. She whimpered, confused as Wanda began walking towards her, setting the toy on the bed before gripping the girl’s ankles tightly. Sarah’s eyes widened in understanding, and she moaned as Wanda forced her legs apart. 

“Do not hide yourself from us. Good submissives let their dominants see every inch of them, and you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Green eyes bore into hers as Wanda spoke, her head tilting slightly. Something about the gesture made Sarah’s blood run cold, and arousal rush towards her already drenched pussy. 

“Yes ma’am.” She squeaked, her breaths speeding up slightly as Wanda raised a single eyebrow. 

This time, it was Agatha who spoke up. “Yes, what? Elaborate for us, sweet cheeks.”

Blood rushed towards Sarah’s already pink face, and she suddenly had to urge to hide. However, there was nowhere to go, Wanda had made sure of that. She took a steadying breath, then managed, “Yes, I’m a good girl.” 

The wide smile of Wanda’s face made the embarrassment worth it, and Sarah sighed in relief when she released her tight hold on her ankles, an unspoken command to keep her legs spread as she reached for the dildo. 

The short skirt that Sarah was wearing was ripped off, both Wanda and Agatha making pleased sounds at the lack of underwear on her. 

“I’m going to make you feel very good, is that alright with you?” Wanda’s gaze was hot, her fingers slowly collecting the wetness from Sarah’s pussy and spreading it onto the dildo. The girl was drenched, juices flowing freely as she attempted to buck against her hand. 

Nodding quickly, Sarah bit her lip. This was what she’d been hoping for, to be fucked by a dominant woman, and now her wish was coming true. It was better than anything she could have imagined. 

“Just remember, if it gets to be too much, use your safe word.” Agatha reminded the girl, her own hand slipping beneath her waistband. She had her legs spread, fingers gently stroking her own protruding clit as a damp spot formed in her underwear. 

Wanda glanced back, taking in the sight before smirking briefly and wiggling her backside slightly as if to say, ‘enjoy the show.’ Then, she turned on the toy to a medium setting. Making sure the dildo was fully lubricated, Wanda teased the entrance of Sarah’s pussy. She wanted to hear her beg, and looked at her expectantly. 

“I- please. I really want you to…” Sarah trailed off, Wanda nudging her clit with the toy and sending bolts of electricity through her. She refocused, eyes widening when the redhead tilted her head again. “Please fuck me, ma’am. I really want you to. Really, really badly.”

Taking in the girl’s pleading expression and sweet words, Wanda uttered a quick ‘good girl’ before thrusting the toy all the way inside Sarah in one, quick movement. Agatha moaned at the same time that Sarah did, although the girl writhing on the bed was much louder. 

Setting a relentless pace, Wanda watched in fascination as the young girl beneath her quickly started coming undone. It was like all shame and embarrassment had left her, the only thing on her mind was how good she felt and how badly she wanted to cum. Pulling her own consciousness from Sarah’s, Wanda focused all her attention on bringing the girl’s orgasm to the surface. 

Agatha slipped two fingers inside of herself, surprised by the wetness she found. She hadn’t expected to be this turned on, but something about Wanda’s dominant nature was just so… arousing. Watching closely, she fucked herself at the same pace that Wanda fucked the young girl. Her own orgasm rising, she held it off as Sarah’s moans became slightly louder, her wrists pulling desperately at the restraints. 

“Ask for permission.” Wanda commanded, and the words came tumbling out of Sarah’s mouth. She begged like she had been starving for days, and her appetite could only be sated by food fed to her from Wanda’s nimble fingers. Her words flowed freely, syllables overlapping as her voice became breathy from the effort it took to hold back her orgasm. 

Eventually, the words ran out, still flowing inside her head but unable to be spoken as Wanda worked her closer to the edge. Thrusting steadily, the redhead enjoyed the unspoken pleas as the girl’s hips twitched as her muscles contracted in anticipation. 

With a few final strokes, Wanda brought the young girl to the edge, and allowed her to fall over it. Overwhelming pleasure coursed through her, and Sarah forced deep breaths of air into her lungs as she shook. Wanda’s fingers danced over her clit, prolonging the pleasure as victorious moans sounded out. 

Distracted by a quiet gasping sound, Wanda turned her head slightly with the intention of asking Agatha how she liked the show. Her surprise must have shown on her face, because Agatha simply smiled widely at her as she trembled from the aftershocks of her own orgasm. Pulling her soaked fingers out from her pants, Agatha let Wanda enjoy the glistening juices that dripped down her knuckles for a brief moment, before sucking her own fingers into her mouth and moaning quietly. 

Working her jaw slightly at the sight, Wanda refocused her attention on the girl now squirming beneath her. Setting the vibration slightly higher, she let a slow smile spread across her face as the realization set in on Sarah’s face. 

Overstimulating the girl, Wanda forced orgasm after orgasm out of her aching pussy. By the end, Sarah was practically limp as the last bits of pleasure were drained from her overused body. Her clit sent painful jolts through her nervous system every time Wanda so much as grazed it, and she was positive that she would be sore for days.

With a kind smile, Wanda cleaned her up using a warm washcloth and soothing words. Agatha helped strip the bed as Sarah felt those same hands that had brought her insurmountable pleasure running over her back, now clothed in a thin robe. Closing her eyes, she leaned into the touch, feeling herself return to reality. 

Sarah had never felt better. 

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“So…”

Wanda sighed, sinking further into her chair. She stared into her glass, swirling her wine around  as she tried to collect her thoughts. Agatha had taken over once she’d realized that Wanda had gotten stuck in her own head. Ensuring that Sarah had a ride home and paying their tab at the bar, she’d whisked the overwhelmed redhead home before popping open a bottle of their favorite red wine. 

It smelled faintly of cherries. Wanda sighed and took a sip. 

“I suppose I’m just confused.” That was all she could manage for the moment, and even Agatha couldn’t make any sense of the thoughts swirling around in the redhead’s mind. She nodded slowly, taking a sip of her own wine as she threw her thoughts back on the events of the evening. 

“I mean,” Wanda paused, her eyebrows scrunching together slightly. Agatha wanted to run her thumb over the wrinkles. She blinked, where had that thought come from?

Running her fingers around the rim of her glass, Wanda continued. “I really enjoy being your submissive, but I was able to control my powers and emotions better when I’m the one in control.”

Agatha could practically feel the young woman’s mind trying not to split itself in two, waging a war between its dominant and submissive mindset. Moving forwards and setting her wine glass down, Agatha moved to kneel between Wanda’s thighs. She reached up, her hand gently resting on the redhead’s jaw as she waited for green eyes to meet her own. 

“You can be both. People aren’t just one thing, hon.” 

Realization dawned, Wanda’s skin smoothing over as her eyes widened fractionally. “Oh.” She felt a bit foolish, but Agatha must have still been in her head, because she chuckled and shook her head. 

“It’s alright if you like being dominant more, sweet cheeks. Whatever makes you the most comfortable will make your partner the most comfortable.” Agatha returned to her seat, sipping her wine as she studied Wanda’s face. 

She was nodding, her red hair falling slightly over her shoulder as she did so. Her fingers still absentmindedly played with the rim of her glass, her eyes focused on the carpet in front of her. Taking a quick peek into her mind, Agatha was pleased to see that Wanda was sorting through her thoughts, placing different emotions into boxes. 

Confusion, in a box. Relief, in a box. Curiosity, in a box. Clarity, in a box. Understanding, in a box. 

The storms in those green eyes cleared, and Wanda looked up with a small smile on her face. “Well,” she drawled, taking a sip of her drink as she met dark blue eyes. “In that case, I quite enjoyed that experience.”

She finished her wine, her mind already swirling with ideas. She could feel Agatha’s smug look from across the room, the woman looking far too pleased with herself. Flexing her fingers, Wanda recalled the way she’d left bruises on the young girl’s hip as she gasped into her ear. 

Looking up, she mirrored the smirk Agatha wore. “I’d quite like to do it again.”

A wild cackle sounded throughout the room, sounding every last bit like a gleeful witch as wine flowed as freely as Wanda’s newfound love of dominance. That night, a new string of fate was formed, connecting a powerful redhead on the verge of revelation, and a young girl, still trembling from the feel of a gun in her hands.

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It’s Meant to Feel That Way | Part IV

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: Two strangers in a grocery store are brought together by a little boy determined to make them a family.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Fluff, Defending Jacob non-canon ending, brief mention of grief/child loss, brief mention of absentee parent, gentle vanilla sex, slight praise kink and overstimulation kink if you squint.

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“Daddy!” You watched Andy Barber’s perfect bearded face break into a massive toothy smile for the chubby cheeked face on your phone screen. “When are you coming to ge’ me? I miss you!” AJ practically screamed every word into the phone or maybe it just sounded loud because his face kept scooting closer to the screen like he was trying to give you both kisses between words.

“Soon, Bubba.” He’d offered up while you said, “Go play with Abuelito y Abuelita, okay?”

“Tita is cooking nom-penadas!”

Empanadas, you mouthed. You could practically hear Andy’s stomach growl as he licked his lips. “We’ll be there for dinner.”

With a squealed yay the FaceTime call was promptly disconnected and you sighed, “So much for picking up something to eat as a thank you for them watching him. That woman loves cooking.”

“Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” You playfully smacked his arm and kept giving him your turn by turn directions, but when you looked over at him you were immediately concerned to find his brow furrowed, “What is it?”

Shaking his head and clearing his throat, “Mind if we take a little detour? It’s not anything bad, promise.”

“Not at all. My mom’s empanadas take at least two hours to make anyways.” You reached over and squeezed his thigh and he reached down and took it, bringing it to his smiling lips.

Without giving him any more directions, Andy had made it to your parents’ neighborhood, passing their street near the front of the neighborhood to the newer additions a few streets back. Then he pulled into a beautiful home with navy shutters and a matching door that reminded you of his suit. He watched you leaning against the window as you looked up at the house, then drew your gaze across the long covered porch. “Looks like something out of a magazine doesn’t it?”

“But in a good way, really.” You thought aloud before looking out over the yard not finding a for sale sign before you realized what you were doing, but he saw you do it and smiled even wider. “Sorry, I love this neighborhood. My parents live a few streets up. These weren’t being built when I was looking for a place and AJ and I probably couldn’t afford it.”

“Yeah? How many streets away?” Andy’s eyebrows knit together in sincere curiosity and surprise as he turned the car off. You listed them off by name, following him out of the car and pointing in the fastest direction to get there from this house. Watching him slip a key into the front door your mouth fell open, “It’s my place, though I really haven’t done anything with it since I bought it.”

Stepping into Andy’s house your mouth immediately fell open, “It’s like a T.A.R.D.I.S… um, bigger on the inside.” Andy chuckled and kicked off his shoes, so you did the same, before you let him lead you around. Everything was open and you could see the potential in a house like this. There was a notable lack of personalization, even boxes in the corner of the living room. “Did you just move here?”

He followed your gaze to the boxes and came closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin atop your head. “No, Sweetheart, I’ve been here quite some time.” When Andy hesitated to explain, you nuzzled more closely into him, hoping it would be a comfort and the soft hum that escaped him made you hopeful it was. “I just couldn’t bring myself to pull out the pictures of Jacob.”

You couldn’t be sure how long you stood there with your hands covering Andy’s, your thumbs brushing over his to reassure him that there was no timetable for grief. The empty mantle over the fireplace staring back, an echo of what this place could be. When he gave the top of your head a kiss you whispered, “Ready to give me the full tour?”

Andy unraveled his arms from your middle, but still took your hand, leading you first to the places you could see. Across from the living room and foyer was an empty area that could be a library, playroom, or open spaced office. You could see the dining room empty behind it and it all looped back around to the kitchen and living room you’d just been in. He led you around slowly, letting you oh and ah at all the little details of the house and for the first time the place felt warm to him. “I want you to see the back before we go upstairs.”

With a nod, the lawyer pushed open massive sliding doors that made the back patio connect to the kitchen as if it were one big space. The warm breeze caused the hem of your dress to rustle up while you stepped out on the hardly furnished space. The entire backyard was massive. “There’s so much potential back here. It’s even already fenced in. How do you not have a dog?”

“Until recently, believe it or not, I was working too much to think about it. I wouldn’t mind a dog though or using the grill again.” He nodded to the large piece of equipment under a tarp. It went unsaid, but you could feel the wheels turning in Andy’s head, the relief at having a reason to think about the future. You hadn’t realized you’d been so focused on the day-to-day until Andy came into your life.

“Well then I’m looking forward to a night of dinner with some Barber barbecue.” With another kiss to the top of your head, Andy led you back inside and you noticed two doors by the stairs. “Where do these go, your lair where you recharge every night?” With a poke to his side, you let go, helping him close the sliding doors to the backyard.  “Y’know because you’re too amazing to be human, I assume you have to charge every night.”

Andy watched your hopeful smile and found himself smiling too before he burst into an unpracticed laugh. That sound melted your heart and pulled the laughter out of you too. Instinctively, you turned into him, squeezing him into a hug. “I’ve been sad and cynical for so long that I wasn’t sure I knew how to accept kindness in my life anymore.”

“You can feel more than one emotion at once, contradictory things, and still be kind hearted. Andy, you deserve love. I’ve only ever given you what you’ve given me.” He held you for a moment longer, tilting his head down to kiss you softly. “So, is it your charging station?”

Shaking his head he pointed to one door, “That’s a half bath, the other goes to the basement which is mostly just unused space. There’s a plethora of boxes down there, but there’s two rooms and a bathroom. One’s my home office.”

“Ah! So, a lair.” You chuckled and he tugged you up the beautiful staircase, your eyes on the bare wall in desperate need of pictures before you looked at all the doors. “Sheesh, how big is this place?”

Pointing at the doors one by one, Andy explained, “Bedroom, bedroom, bathroom, linen closet, and these double doors go to the master.”

Letting go of his hand, you walked backward toward the master and Andy watched you with dark eyes. You pushed the doors open behind you and then spun around giggling only to gasp both in surprise at the beauty of the space and at how quickly Andy had snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist once more. This seemed to be the only part of the house he’d actually done something with.

“All this blue, you fit in perfectly, don’t you think?” Andy’s lips brushed the shell of your ear and you wiggled in his arms. The buzz of the lawyer’s touch in the bathroom, his agreement that you both deserved better, even the way he’d edged you into a frustrated sleep last night- all of it now sat at the forefront of your mind. His hands brushed down your hips to the hem of your dress, slipping under to squeeze your thighs. “You like this?”

A moan passed your lips as his large hands continued to move higher, turning toward the warmth of your inner thighs. “Andy,” you whimpered his name, reaching back and combing your fingers through his hair. “Do you mean when you… t-touch me?”

“No, Sweetheart. I know you like it when I touch you.” Andy’s voice was deep, vibrating against your back as his fingers brushed across your panties, applying the lightest touch to your clit over the fabric. You were immediately aware of how wound up he’d kept you for almost twenty four hours.

“Do you mean the bedroom? It’s gorgeous.” Each word came out breathy, your eyes fluttering closed as his thumbs slipped under the lace at your hips, back until he had handfuls of your ass. The only reason your whimpers didn’t fill the spacious bedroom was because of how loud he groaned.

“No, Sweetheart. Not just the bedroom but the house.” With a slow tug your carefully chosen panties were falling to his floor, his lips to your neck, but nodding and a sigh of approval didn’t satisfy him. At least, that’s how you took it when his hands left your skin all too soon. “I know how special your place is. It’’s a home with memories and love. I felt it the moment you invited me in.” Andy carefully brushed your hair over your shoulder, placing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “You’re a great mother and AJ’s so lucky to have your unconditional love and support.” Unzipping your dress, Andy’s knuckles moved down your spine, his lips kissing their wake, stopping at the clasp of your bra and taking that off too. “I want to give you both the world, spoil you, spend time with you, be a part of that happiness.”

After all your clothes had fallen to his floor, Andy wrapped his arms back around you, thumbs brushing your curves as he walked you toward the bed but stopped half-way. Putting together a coherent sentence felt impossible, but you managed a breathy, “Andy, what are you say?”

“We’re definitely going to be late for dinner.” Looking over your shoulder at him, you both laughed in amused agreement.

“AJ might miss us, be a little mad if we’re late, but I promise he’ll forgive us if we show up with ice cream.”

“Sweetheart, I want to be late to every dinner for the rest of our lives. So I guess we better stock up on ice cream for Bubba.” Andy cupped your jaw and brushed his thumb across your chin, turning your face toward a full length mirror you hadn’t noticed. For a moment your eyes stayed on him, still in his navy suit and you could picture him in his morning routine getting ready only for a sleepy AJ to run through the double doors to latch onto his leg. You were distracted by how easy it was to see this house transformed into a home, to see the three of you here. As if he could hear your thoughts and whispered in your ear to get you out of your head, “Look at you, Sweetheart. I want to worship every inch of you; body, mind, and soul.” Andy emphasized each word with a kiss to a new place they’d never touched, like he was determined to bless each inch of you. “I can’t do that in one hour or one day, not in one month or one year.”

With a shiver you coaxed him on as you watched his broad hands and soft lips mapping your form through the reflection in the mirror. “It’s only been a day since we agreed to figure out the rest. Does this mean you have a plan? Going to use your fancy lawyer skills to convince me I should go along with whatever you’re hinting at?”

Andy laughed, burying his face in the curve of your neck. His beard tickled your skin and you started to laugh too. Seconds later you were gasping because his grip around you tightened and he scooped you up and closed the distance to the bed. Gently placing you on the pillowy sheets, he stared down at you with a ravenous gaze through his long lashes but the soft turn up in his pouted lips held something more than lustful desire, it was the same way he looked at you the night before in your own bed. The night he chose you and AJ. Propping yourself up on your elbows you watched him undress, waiting for your answer. “I think I’ve been figuring out what I wanted every day since I lost Jacob. It wasn’t until AJ found me and you let me into your life that it stopped being a dream. You asked me to stay, Sweetheart, but I’m asking for more.”

Biting your lip, your eyes raked down his body, muscles and a dark trail of hair from his belly button south to his… Your eyes snapped up to his, “More?”

“Come live here. The three of us could have more space, you can make this place a home we can grow into… and you already said it’s closer to your parents.” Andy could feel his heart racing as he’d asked and his fingers combed through his beard and hair as he waited for the pain of rejection. Still a nervousness never seemed to really settle into his bones when he was around you. Then, there you were laying on the bed watching him one moment and reaching out for him in the next. Bending down for a moment to grab a condom out of his discarded pants he climbed onto the bed with you. Hovering over your body as you opened your legs wider and he settled between them. “Need to hear you say it, Sweetheart. I really do.”

“I want it all, Mr. Barber. I want it all with you.” As your hands gently stroked his cheek, down his neck and back up through his soft brown locks, Andy slipped on the condom. “I can see it too, y’know. Making this place a happy home for you and AJ. The walks to my parents for dinner.” He was hard and you were soaking wet. While you whispered confessions of your hopes for this new relationship, he started to stroke the tip of his cock through your folds, pausing only to tease your center with a gentle push to your opening or the tap of his swollen head to your needy clit. “Andy, please.” With a tug, you pulled his mouth to yours. “I want to give you everything you dreamed of.”

Andy’s eyes stung and he hadn’t realized he was on the verge of tears until he pushed slowly into you and closed his eyes only to feel your hand on his cheek, brushing the moisture away. For a moment, when his bright blue eyes opened and met yours, he expected to see pity or concern. Instead, he watched you bite into your bottom lip as you tangled your legs around his, lifting your hips off the bed to meet his languid thrusts. Savoring the little whimpers you trapped behind those soft pink lips, a perfect call and response to his own moans in the early cadence of your coupling.

Your eyes never left his face, your hand still on his cheek, gently stroking his bearded jaw before moving to the back of his neck when you pulled his mouth to yours. He could have been drunk on the moans that poured from them. His muscles  were tight as he focused on being gentle with you and savoring this precious moment. You were just as desperate, practically begging for him to move faster and push deeper because this moment had been at the forefront of your mind since he edged you to sleep the night before. Instead, you basked in the way this man was once again surprising you with his tender care. There was simply no part of you that could fathom walking away from this man.

When your lips parted, swollen and millimeters apart, Andy whispered against them, a simple confession that sent the room spinning. “Sweetheart, I am so in love with you. I didn’t fall in love with you quickly or slowly… I don’t think I fell at all. I think I smacked right into it.” You could feel his smile against your mouth, the puffs of laughter tangled with breathlessness mingled with the words and kisses.

Running your hands down his chest and then wrapping your arms around him, you craned your neck to kiss his collarbone and jaw until you made it back to his lips. You knew exactly what he meant, “Like the world was spinning and we hadn’t noticed it had been normal being just a little off axis until we met and it was set right.” The tip of your tongue darted across your bottom lip and Andy’s tongue met it, sending a shiver down your body. He came alive against you, fingers laced together and pinned to the bed. Legs tangled and feet pressed to the mattress for purchase. Hips met skin to skin, warm and desperate to make the swollen bundle of nerves between them build into an unrelenting release. “I love you, too, Andy.” Those words called out, over and over, as you took every inch of him, your muscles tight and moments from snapping.

Desperate for more, dinner long forgotten, Andy let go of your hands to grip your hips and control the pace, slowing down your needy rutting. Placing a gentle kiss to his chin, you pushed on his shoulders and the warm muscles of his chest. Andy rolled to his back, bringing you with him, never slipping out of your tight heat. The action sent goosebumps across your skin as you whimpered and nearly came. His blue eyes raked over your form, a vision above him, and his hands wandered so desperate to touch every inch of you. “You’re so beautiful, Sweetheart.”

Heat from the sudden compliment painted its way from your cheeks to your neck and then your chest. He watched your nipples pebble and selfishly brought his mouth to them. You rocked your hips, squeezing around his thick shaft as you stayed fully seated. Andy sucked hard, releasing you from his mouth with a pop before moving to the other. The bedroom echoed with your pleas as his broad hands firmly grabbed your ass and coaxed you on. Unintentionally scratching your nails down his stomach you gave into the pleasure of being completely full of this man. Andy stilled inside you as your body quaked around him, admiring the way you clung to his arms while your head fell back and you screamed his name. He let out a strained groan as he felt you soak him, dripping down his cock and onto the bed, his blue eyes never closing as he memorized every detail of you in pure bliss.

As your body tingled, alert and sensitive from the best orgasm of your life, Andy scooted back toward the headboard to sit a bit more upright. His lips pressed to the crook of your neck as you gasped and whimpered with every little movement of him inside you that caused a little aftershock of your tired muscles milking him. With one arm wrapped lovingly around you, thumb brushing back and forth across your shoulder blade; the other reached between you, two fingers pressed to your clit. It felt like too much and not enough. Dizzy, your lips parted in near protest before he gave you praise, “You did so good. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of seeing how happy I make you.”

Maybe it was the rasp of conviction in his voice or the way he was holding you, but you could feel that praise wash over you like warm honey. Despite how tired you thought you were, your body immediately reacted, straining as it begged for more. Resting your tired head on his shoulder, Andy stroked your clit as he rocked your body to meet his deep thrusts, quickening his pace as you gasped. The headboard rocked against the wall, his arm holding you more tightly as his thighs spread to give him more control, sinking you impossibly lower down his length. With his fingers moving faster you had no control over your body, tingling and tight as he hit that spot over and over. “Andy, I’m-”

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.” His lips pressed to your hair and you felt him swell and throb, his hand going still as he pinned you down on his length and choked out your name. It was that pulse of him finding his release that made you collapse again with your second. Affectionately pulling you with him as he leaned against the headboard, Andy peppered your hair, forehead, jaw, and shoulder in breathy kisses while you both came down. You could feel your juices on his fingers as they left your sensitive bud and he rubbed your leg and hip, leaving a sticky trail. His other hand gently massaged its way up and down your back. Though you’d cuddled the night before, this was a thousand times more comforting and you nuzzled into him. “No sleeping, my love. We’ve got ice cream to get.”

You sighed, beaming at the soft way this put together lawyer with his big heart and corded muscles could make you melt with little pet names. Eventually, you managed to come back to reality, pulse finding that giddy rhythm that it normally stayed at around Andy. “We probably shouldn’t walk into a grocery store looking like this.” With a hum of agreement and a few more minutes of his soothing strokes to your back and thigh, he carried you to the large master bathroom. “No more funny business.” His laugh echoed through the marbled space, but he made no promises that he knew he couldn’t keep.

Had it not been for the promised ice cream, the pair of you would have walked over to your parents’ house. It was a perfect summer day and the sun was just beginning to set when you pushed open the screen door, the front already open. “Ma, dondé estas?” You doubted she could hear you. Music was on, meaning she was in the kitchen. The television buzzed under that, meaning that your father was probably passed out on his recliner. The squeal of delight and incoming scampering feet meant that AJ wasn’t sitting at the dinner table just yet. Those outstretched arms and confused ramblings of excitement, however, veered straight into Andy’s arms. “Oh, not even a hello kiss?”

Andy laughed as you watched your son’s small hands clap onto either side of his beard, before the little guy bonked his forehead on his nose to give him a hello peck to his chin- the closest thing he could reach. “Hey Bubba! We missed you so much. Did you have some nom-penadas yet?”

Your mother rushed over moments later and Andy immediately beamed at how you’d done the same so many times, chasing after AJ in an apron. “Perfect! I was just about to put down plates.”

“Great, I would love to help.” The woman waved him off, but he insisted. “It’s what I do every night. Right, Bubba? We help your Mah every dinner?”

“You may win me over easily, Avocado, but Tito? I don’t know.” Reaching over she squeezed Andy’s hand before tickling AJ’s sides. Normally this would get him to fall back in laughter and, with a little more tickling, turn around to ask to be held by his tickler. Instead, he clung to Andy, laughing and screaming so loud that despite his big smile you could see the grimace that his ears were ringing. When she conceded, your mother lovingly sighed and waved everyone further into the house. “I see how happy you make these two. It’s hard to not love you already.”

“Avocado?” He chuckled, “Andy’s fine.”

With a palm covering your face, you explained that abogado was ‘lawyer’ in Spanish and that AJ had asked what an avocado was. Your father had taken to calling him ‘the lawyer’ or ‘the avocado’ in AJ’s case. Andy took it in stride, an amused smile on his face as he and his toddler shadow moved around the table talking about what the little one had been up to with his grandparents. Your mother watched the two of them with a smile cracking every time AJ called him Daddy. It was a relief to walk into this with everything on the table. You never hid how you met him from your parents and you regularly brought him up, just like AJ did.

After slipping the ice cream into the freezer, you left the three behind to pester your dad. Sure enough, he was asleep and you woke him up by slowly combing your fingers through his salt and pepper hair. When he squinted through one eye to see who it was, you reached over and passed him his glasses. “You be nice. This one’s different.”

“Ay, when am I ever not nice?” He pretended to take a bite out of the finger you were pointing at him before getting out of his chair.

AJ was back on Andy’s hip, the pair of them leaning against the archway between the living room and dining room smiling. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Sir.”

“Tito’s just fine, Avocado.” Your head fell back and you shook your head in exasperation when they shook hands, your father covering Andy’s with a second, patting it reassuringly. “Has this one made you empanadas yet?”

“She hasn’t.” His blue gaze fell on you with a look that could only be read as a question of whether or not you’d been holding out your best dishes. “But I have loved every meal she’s made. I’ll make it up to her though. I’m pretty good on a grill and I like making breakfast.”

Your father looked between the two of you, that knowing smile still on his lips as everyone took a seat. “Breakfast happens to be this guy’s favorite meal of the day.”

AJ sat across from Andy, between your parents, and started the meal by copying your mother who always held out her hands and made everyone say one thing they were happy about. Everyone clasped hands and your eyes moved down to Andy’s large fingers laced through yours where his thumb was absently brushing yours while he listened intently to your mother explaining the tradition and how AJ always started. Knowing AJ, you expected him to list off all the breakfast foods he loved, but he surprised you. “Ice cream with Daddy!”

The table erupted with laughter at how observant the little guy had been despite his shrieking and climbing when you and Andy had walked in the door. Your father went next, “I’m glad to meet the person making these two so happy.”

Your mother followed, her eyes a little glassy, “For the lessons that came in waiting because you learned what the right fruit would be.”

Andy squeezed your hand, chuckling at the reference to avocados. Momentarily choked up, you nodded to let him go first. “I’m glad that AJ decided I was worthy of being part of a family that was already complete without me, but somehow we just fit.” Letting go of your hand, Andy reached over and stroked your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You squeezed his thigh and looked up at him. “I’m thankful to know a once in a lifetime love like this is worth figuring out the details.”

Though you couldn’t be sure how long you and Andy stared at each other nor how teary eyed your parents had become as they held AJ’s small hands while the three of them watched you, it was that little guy who finally had enough. “Tito, I’m ready for my nom-penadas.”

The room echoed with laughter once more and everyone looked to your father who held up his glass, “To new beginnings.”

You and your mother raised yours, then Andy followed suit, but AJ held up his empanada that was already missing a toddler-sized bite. “Salud!” The biggest new beginning would be the move and a tiny part of you worried they might not be so quick to have congratulated this budding romance if they knew you were taking that step. But as the night progressed and that topic was ever so gently brought up in a way that Andy seemed so good at, they were relieved to know you and AJ were going to be closer- even if your house wasn’t that far. All the more surprising was that they offered to help by planning days to come over and pack and insisting on taking AJ over the weekend so that you could move without him running around.

When AJ was fast asleep in Andy’s arms after the three of you said goodnight to your parents it was obvious that even your father had been won over. Game nights and favorite drinks and snacks had been mentioned, as had plans for regular dinners together. He kissed your temple and slipped toward the car so you could have a word with them alone while he buckled AJ into the carseat in your car. Wasting no time your mother threw her arms around you and gave you the tightest hug. Your father was a little less emotional, squeezing your arms as he smiled before he pulled you in. Sometimes, words weren’t needed and that was okay, you knew that after all these years they hated that you’d only had AJ. In their protectiveness even they couldn’t picture what someone else fitting into their routine looked like. Now that they met Andy, they were relieved to know that expectations and worries couldn’t compare to the man their grandson had chosen to love and quickly understood why their daughter fell in love with him too.

A/N: I realized as I was editing that those of you that are new here might not have been aware that all of my readers are Latina because I am and I write fic I want to read BUT I hope that didn’t ruin this story for you all. What would you like in Part V? The move? The Barber-cue? A time jump to a proposal? More hoe hours?

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Our Home - Harry Styles

a/n: this is my small but very heartful thank you for 5k followers!! i know it’s not a lengthy, chunky story, but this is all i could bring you in the midst of everything and i hope you’ll like it still! again, thank you for so many of you, its so crazy!!

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pairing: Fiancé!Harry X Reader

word count: 1380

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It’s a usual Friday evening, you’re sitting on the couch, the TV on with the volume set on low, more like just as a background noise while you type away on your laptop working on an assignment you’ve been trying to finish these past few days. Going back to school four years after you undergrad seemed like an easy and fun idea, but when the assignments and projects started to come up you realized how much you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a student. In addition, you kept your job so now you often find yourself quite busy with either work or school related tasks.

Harry has texted you earlier that he would pick up some takeout on his way home and now your stomach is growling impatiently for your fiancé to finally arrive home and have a feast with you after a day of hustling.

You hear the familiar jingling noise of his keys turning in the lock of the front door and you hit the save button just as he walks in, the bag of your favorite local restaurant hanging from his hands as he kicks his shoes off.

“Hey love!” he singsongs and you set your laptop to the coffee table to go and greet him the right way.

“Hello handsome,” you smile as you wrap your arms around his waist from behind and you immediately feel him relax in your embrace. Turning around he drops the bag to the side table you have in the hall and his hands cup your face as he grins down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Mm, missed you all day,” you mumble into the kiss.

“I’m all yours now, baby,” he smirks before pecking your lips one more time. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” you huff dramatically, making him chuckle.

“Let’s eat then. Can’t have my future wife be famished for too long.”

The two of you settle in the living room, the food boxes littering the coffee table completely once you put your laptop away, deciding you’ve had enough work for the day. Harry asks you about how the paper is going and he tells you about the new song they started recording today. Hearing about each other’s day is always such a comforting part of the evenings, spending time separated, but coming home to your other half and sharing what might appear useless and boring, but these little things just strengthens the bond between you and him.

“So, do you have anything planned for today?” Harry asks, seemingly a little nervous to bring up whatever he wants to talk about.

“Not that I know of, no. Why?”

“I just… I was looking at ads during lunch and I know we agreed to put aside the home buying project for a little while since we are both pretty busy, but I found a really good one and I thought we could… check it out, if you want to.”

Your eyes soften at him, he is all nervous to even bring it up just because you suggested to wait a little longer.

The thought of buying a home together first came up a few months ago, not long after Harry proposed. You’ve been living with him for two years now and back then it was a logical step to move into his place since it has enough space for the two of you. But as time passed and Harry got on one knee, you realized that even though you’ve been living here for quite some time, it was still more like his space rather than yours and his. You brought up the idea of finding a place that’s new for the both of you and you can turn it into your shared home together and luckily he loved the idea. You’ve checked out a few estates, but then you decided to go back to school and Harry started working on his new album and things got a little hectic so you agreed to wait for a better time, when moving wouldn’t be just an additional stress factor in your already busy lives. But that doesn’t mean that you don’t want to find a new home and you don’t want him to think he can’t even bring it up.

Reaching out you cup his chin in your hand as you pull him in for a short but sweet kiss.

“I would love to see it. Do you have pictures?” you ask and you see his eyes brighten up at your reaction.

Harry pulls out his phone and shows you the ad, excitedly sharing his thoughts on why he found it so endearing and fitting for the two of you and it warms your heart. See him so excited for the future the two of you are building together, finding the place where you’d eventually start your family. Though you’ve known it for a long time that for you, he is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with, it’s still nice to see him being on the same page, planning with you by his side.

Saturday morning, after a lazy breakfast on the terrace and some extra loving on each other you finally get ready to leave and check out the house Harry has found. The pictures already caught your interest but the actual home is just… perfect.

The size, the layout and the huge backyard, it’s exactly what you imagined when you first started talking about what you want in your new home. With a total of five bedrooms and four bathrooms and a wonderful sunroom facing the backyard, it’s all like as if someone just took your fantasy out of your head and built it just for you.

The agent walks the two of you through the whole place, telling you all about what you need to know and you find yourself already seeing your future here with Harry and possibly a baby sometime later. Or maybe more than one. You can already picture Harry flipping pancakes in the kitchen in the morning, having garden parties for your friends in the summer, lounging in the living room together after a long day and painting Harry’s nails sitting on the marble tiled floor of the bathroom only in your underwear or just a towel wrapped around your body after showering together. This house is calling your name.

“You’ve been quiet, baby. What do you think?” Harry asks as the two of you are wandering in the backyard after the tour. The agent has left you alone to look around some more if you’d like to check something out one more time.

Smiling your hand reaches out to Harry’s and you lace your fingers together as you glance up at him.

“I love it.”

“Really?” he breathes out in relief.

“Yeah,” you nod with a chuckle. “It’s the perfect size, it’s got everything we talked about and… it’s just the perfect fit.”

“I was really worried you hated it,” he admits with an airy chuckle. “We could have some fruit trees at the back and maybe a swing set over there,” he points to the right corner of the backyard and you can already see it all.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you nod, feeling the warmth of your excitement spreading in your chest.

“So… what do you think? We could just buy it now and move in whenever it’s convenient. We can stay at mine as long as you want, I’m not rushing you. I’m just…” he lets out a sigh as he grabs both of your hands and bringing them up to his lips he kisses your knuckles, giving your ring finger an extra one, the diamond in your ring pressing against his pink lips. “I’m just really excited to do this with you. I didn’t think I would get to this point but the moment I met you I knew that I want all of this with you.”

“And I want it with you.” moving your hands to the back of his neck you pull him down so your lips could meet halfway, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tight in his embrace.

“I can’t wait to call this place our home,” he breathes out resting his forehead against yours.

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7th Dimension (Chapter 7.2)

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 7.1

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

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Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: (Part 3) Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive.| Additional Summary for this chapter: Gojo Satoru being in a call with Megumi always leaves the first year student agitated for what he says. However, Megumi couldn't deny the fact that he was hearing tidbits of the conversation you were having with Satoru that leaves him curious for his own good as he squinted hard enough to notice such odd disparities.

Warnings: It's like a filler chapter but its not? Megumi prolly flippin' his eyelashes during the call with Satoru? LMAO XD This is kinda' sweet if you squint hard enough? It's the littlest details tho. *coughs* I've just randomly chose a shopping mall through the use of Google, I apologize if it isn't an accurate description.

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Words: 2.7k+ (Next chapter will have 5k+!)

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits, also those posted are not mine especially the GIF's. (I dunno how to make GIF's 😭) I only own the plot of 7th Dimension. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

"Gojo?"

Your eyes and mouth widened in awe, curbing the exhilaration through the intonation of your voice by doing your best to sound listless from the moment you've been dropped off by Ijichi, the sumptuous terrain conceiving an expansive shopping mall that left you bright eyed and bushy tailed for a fresh visualization of what Japan could offer.

JP Tower KITTE. Around 100 shops and restaurants that offer local Japanese specialties and selected quality products, it was a high-rise building which has seven stories, six above ground and one below, with each floor furbished based on a theme or concept of 'Feel Japan' which sets forth the ambiance of comfort and the delight over the culture.

Once entering the establishment, the shopping precinct held a touch in a given color of fawn and Ivory with sunburst blinding enough to have your eyes squinted due to the scintillating hoards of high-ceiling windows that drafted atop of the emporium.

People were of an elephantine classification of the walk of life. The walkways were filled with a crowd whom invested through unembellished garments till the level of snazzy sets where they were reckoned to be supermodels who were walking the runways. Sad to say, you were part of the nondescript and Satoru---with his physique, posture and face alone were to be considered arresting enough for the folks to stare at whenever they pass by.

It didn't help that he was garbed today in a stylish, trendsetting manner that grabbed the attention of bystanders. Even if these bystanders seem to have their companions gawking towards the Jujutsu Sorcerer while Satoru was taking a sudden call from behind, assuming that it was Megumi when he'd sonorously answered.

Irrefutably, the place was indeed of; a sensory overload. Between the amalgams of indistinct scents that waded out of the beauty and bath stores which collided with the redolence of savory victuals. It was indecipherable for a person especially that you were too distracted over your own enthusiasm to even realize that the name that left your mouth has been rather foreign to your hearing and regular label that you've been calling him. It was a stolid trick of your mind because of how Ijichi's perpetual surname appellation for Satoru has influenced your subconscious, elated judgements.

The mention of his surname has reached his senses, Megumi's call being adjourned in the midst of it. Obvious towards the other person on other end of the line that he had to cease his telephone conversation to acknowledge you instead. The Sensei had it crystal clear that Fushiguro was disquieted for whatever information he was disclosing upon his student. Probably even had a passive expression set forth regardless over how he actually felt whenever he was on a call with Gojo; anxious.

"Eh? Why the sudden name change?" Satoru sauntered a few steps from behind, a hand hidden inside his pocket as he nonchalantly pointed out.

You shrugged your shoulders out for him, perennial for your own elation and heedless that he was just closely towering behind, "Everybody seemed to make it clear that it's more proper to call you that."

"Hmm." the latter let out an intrigued hum, musing in the thought and trying to take in the sudden use of his surname from you, the allonym sounding entirely foreign as if it was wide off the mark after all the usage of his real name that slipped out of your tongue from the moment he introduced himself, "---I don't approve it. I don't like it either. You've called me Satoru since the first day. Not Gojo nor Gojo-San. Satoru's fine. Continue doing so." he frankly underlined the idea and had been overt towards it, brushing off the precipitate change. Satoru manifested that he preferred to be called by you using his first name and so you've taken it into consideration and left it at that.

"---Unless, you're calling me handsome then I guess I could take that into consideration? Though, you know for a fact that I'll hardly ever protest." the white-haired sorcerer baited, frisky as he did so along the call with Fushiguro and during his bisected attention for you.

You were ignorant for the chaff he'd sent, on the strength of your wonder-stricken disposition that his jest has been casted to the side.

"kay', Satoru." an immediate response of compliance kept your mouth churned, gradually lifting a smile on your face as your eyes glinted in rhapsodies when it feasted over stores upon stores like you were a little kid who wanted to explore every expanse that were opened for everybody to enter, "Don't you actually have...class with your students?" you've skeptically validated, disliking to be one who hindered Gojo's time with his precious students. Moreover, there was this voracious desire to dawdle over the clock during the shopping expedition he'd totes approved of.

Upon your first response, Satoru had begun to pin his ears for Megumi, effusing a call out of the first year's name through the phone. His field of vision pervaded the top of your head and never on your elated expression as a consequence of being lanky and gangling in contrast to yours. He had to attempt to bend over or even loom over on every occasion that you were both on your feet.

On the other hand, the Shikigami user had a scowl notched to his face, resisting the urge to sigh from how Nobara and Yuji had been giving him the goo-goo eyes as they sat together with him on the kitchen bar stool, regretting why he was on the call anyway when he was not one at fault for devouring half of Gojo's untouchable Ice Cream Mochis, "Gojo-Sensei---" he lethargically started, ceasing in the midst of his sentence when he discerned that you were giving another inquiry which has kept Gojo's attention towards the both of you at hand, multitasking at his finest. Though, before Megumi could say anything else, the Strongest Jujtusu Sorcerer had raised one's hat to you before the first-year student was to be acknowledged, yet again.

"But, I have training with you."

Fushiguro heard along the other line, knowing that it wasn't meant for him. How? The timbre was different; mellow when one squints hard enough. Gojo had always been on a razzing mood with his beloved students. Jovial at all times and sympathetic when viewed through certain outlooks. His answer on the call was forthright. Thus, raising a disreputable brow whilst his scowling mouth evolved into a tight thin line instead.

As far as he remembered, Gojo had answered to him that he would be out for a meeting and would eventually get to meet them around the afternoon for a short while. Though, Megumi was mindful that he had not have any plans over training a non-sorcerer who had amnesia while being out in the boroughs---in regards to the noises he could hear along the call.

Fushiguro was never a rumormonger nor did he like to assess events or encounters in under any circumstance. He always had been indifferent to certain things even if it was meant to be treated as a gossip. However, the juvenile couldn't eradicate the fact that these buzzes eventually welcomes him through his stoic personality which kept him perusing over certain details that he analyzes to his own reticence.

Hence, he'd kept his mouth shut through through the middle of the call and actually listened while scrutinizing Nobara and Yuji in his standpoint. Much to Gojo's heedlessness, the sensei wasn't aware over his other students who could be held accountable to their gourmandizing mistakes.

Satoru entirely bent over to the side just right behind you, his face dangerously close to yours. He paid no attention to the lack of proximity until you've absentmindedly turned your head. His abnormally profound focal point imbued through a spectacle of your eyes catching the light of rapture, an impish glee that stamped over your features. The swift, unpredicted approach rigorously feted Gojo.

The detailed field vision of you made him blink from behind his Stygian sunglasses with the sunlight illuminating you both under the beams of luster.

"Do I get to pick where ever I want to go then?" your intonations sounded like a mirthful kid hopping along the meadows, fired with enthusiasm from this abrupt treat from the man himself that you've neglected how the robust Sensei had taken at least a second before he responded to your precious zeal for exploration.

Unbeknownst to Gojo, a bright smile lifted the snigger from his winsome face. The hand that has been on his pocket was now over his chin, thrumming down a playful hum out of his clothed chest with his sole heed upon your eager queries, incongruous towards his call with Megumi that was surprisingly still continuous.

"Yep! I'm not the one who's treating myself right now, Am I?"

Megumi pursued upon his hushed earwigging. He'd noticed how your voice had been more perceptible through the other line, signaling the first-year student that Gojo had pretty much divulged his bizarre habit of chit-chatting with people within a confining proximity that made it unbearable especially to those who knew the prestige he holds; the supremacy of being invincible, and the honored one in their world.

Out of the blue and with a toothy smile, you've acted on your reckless impulse and quickly grabbed onto Satoru's broad hand that was rested upon his chin, tugging it off his face with your futile attempts to raise him off his grounds, "Then, let's go there! Come on!" pointing towards a floor where mid-range prized stores were aligned and arrayed through various themes. Your consciousness chary of choosing the floor level where stores could probably been worth a king's ransom.

You were incautious for the expenditures and chose the safest ones. There might have been a limit through this shopping spree you had with the white-haired sorcerer. Albeit, it wasn't like you were fond of the lavish stores. Sure, from time to time, if there was at least an extra amount of cash to spend it for---the desire to pamper yourself with it because you knew you deserved the price but somehow held back because of your family's perspicacity over buying them.

Choosing what you were attuned with had been engraved inside your head, knowing that as long as the item was giving the same usage just as what the expensive ones did was better for you.

Satoru had his brows raised for a moment, the physical contact; the puzzling deed upon spunkily holding his hand all of sudden. You never knew what veiled behind those smiles or grins he was giving---that even his own discernments upon particular commodities; whether tangible or intangible would always be a vow to never be disclosed by anyone. Gojo Satoru wasn't pegged to be characterized as that type of person who was forthcoming specifically with what he was genuinely feeling.

He had pledged to keep it that way no matter what.

---no matter how he'd reckoned how small-boned your fingers were; how pliable and supple as it enclosed around his firm ones like you were expectant to be of harbor. An outlook that would be rickety for Gojo as he had this familiarity over a principle that the Jujutsu Sorcerer get to grips with. The idea that he could only save those who are already prepared to be saved by others; those whom he genuinely cared for were always tethered to allow themselves towards a brink of suffering.

"Oh, were you actually pulling me? I never have been nudged even the slightest!" His disrupted thoughts were bedimmed by a chuckle when you've exerted all your effort upon pulling him off his feet. Much to your dismay, he was unmoving and kept his feet rooted on the ground as he whistled to himself. His poor student on the line of the call seeming to be taking whatever distractions was being given to him.

"WHATEVER THEN! I'm off to my own! Bye!" You've eventually huffed to yourself and midway dropped his calloused, firm hand that you've wrapped along his palm and decided to take your flee as you waddled through the walkways, passing along crowds who ignored a yeeting foreign woman in the middle of a macroscale mall, who was in a fit of giggles.

Satoru had his own titters, unobservant over his own unfeigned laughter to the point that in the course of a nanosecond, you had him following suit without a hitch. There was no difficulty upon reaching you because of your short strolls compared to his large strides.

Promptly, your lone wanders have been interrupted by the strongest. The giggles that were perceptible made it seem like you were having a penchant over being chased by Satoru---finding hilarity over being tailed by him. The pursuit abstraction that he avowed to be one who was worth to be appalled which you have never taken alarmingly. Your perception, reliance and optimism for Gojo Satoru was simply just Gojo Satoru. Mortal. Human.

His hand whisked yours away, unwary of how your heart jumped out of your chest from how abnormally fast he had been. Bold enough to held onto your palm again, an extemporaneous gesture from the latter which earned a loud call of his name because of the sudden quite lenient stumble he impelled.

"Oi! Tiny-Chan!" the white-haired sorcerer childishly yawped, pulling you back with a grin, "---Have you ever been such a slow-poke? you're definitely the slowest person I've met!"

Gojo's high-perceptive and keen eyesight gave you a once over, his laughter subsiding gradually as he'd sent a jest along the lines, observing the quick rise and fall of your shoulders, heaving breaths. He'd eventually cracked up again because of the short distance; the truncated range that it took for him to seize you from your willful plans of being chased. "Really? you're already exhausted from that?!"

"What? I hate running, Satoru!"

Gojo could probably have this day of having his logics like a bull in a china shop.

Just the category of people where the society ranked as someone who was normal; conventional and didn't held the weight of the world while also being cautious of his surroundings.

Only for today.

"Megumi-Kun?" All at once, it was as if it dawned on him when his student ended the call with one click. Gojo lifted his phone from his ears, momentarily checking his phone screen and being constantly yanked by the hand as you were guiding him towards where you wanted, pushing through throngs of people who goggled at him without a doubt. Your audible complaints and thrilled enthusiasm bringing you both along the lines of escalators, "---Eh? Megumi?"

Fushiguro kept his analyzations and outlooks to himself. The phlegmatic emanations of his apathy over the whole situation even with his friends visible at that exact moment.

He ended the call with a beep, languidly slipping his phone back in his pockets before giving Yuji and Nobara the side-eye. Kugisaki was now pursing her lips in an attempt to give-off a vibe that whatever happens; happens. Brushing it off with a flick of her ginger hair and certainly putting Yuji to blame because he did not know how to read the heightened Roman Alphabet that has been doodled with other bits of designs as well.

"Eigo-San's keeping him thoroughly distracted." To Megumi's comprehension, the Sensei hardly ever was this engrossed over one thing and another. He could---or was a master at multi-tasking and thinking how simple the labor was; how it was only a matter of choosing had been entirely weird from the start.

The Shikigami user rolled his eyes, pulling a face as if he was finding their confusion and over speculations like their faults has not been given solutions. There really wasn't because the call had been a fruitless attempt. Now, they had to take their field mission rather in the earliest and finest way possible to gain the Sensei's approbation.

"Whatever. I haven't even eaten a piece anyway. It's all on you both. You're lucky she's that of a distraction." Megumi turned at least a hundred ninety degree angle around his bar stool as he raised a brow, his arms tightly crossed over his chest when a highly-strung Itadori began shaking him out of his apathy.

"FUSHIGUROOOO!"

Megumi in first half of this chapter be like: "Oh."

then goes: "OH."

TYSM EVERYONE. ENJOY THE FLUFFINESS WHILE IT LASTS!

I have a question though, are y'all missing Mahito? 😇😊🙃😊

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# 5 Daddy Issues

Gif credit: @undertheniall​

Prompt: Daddy Issues - When the reader attacks an unsub the team doesn’t know how to react. After an awkward day in the office Spencer works up the courage to find out what is going on with the reader, and they both find out they have a similar childhood fear. 

Couple: Spencer Reid/ Reader (female)

Category: Angst / Comfort

Content Warning: Hostage situation, mentions of child abuse, language 

A/N: Well here I am writing angst again. I really like the way this story turned out. I wanted to thank everyone for all the interaction with my posts, it means a lot. Also, I only have a basic knowledge of rock climbing, sorry if I got some things wrong. I hope you enjoy this new addition! Like/ Reblog please. 

_y/n_ = your name 

_y/l/n_ = your last name

_f/s_ = face shape

_h/l_ = hair length 

Link to other stories 

Word Count: 5k

The current case that the BAU team was facing was related to three seemingly unrelated murders in a small town in Ohio. It wasn’t until more information had come forward that Spencer nailed down the unsub’s identity. Jason Kloch, married father of three, had killed his family's bank teller, pastor and wife’s best friend once he heard that his wife was planning on divorcing him. Jason was currently holed up in his two story house, holding his family hostage. The team had made multiple calls to try and negotiate a peaceful resolution for the innocent members of Jason’s delusions, however nothing had come from those conversations. Now the team was driving over to the house to confront the unsub face to face. The FBI had tapped the family’s phone line and found out that Jason was planning on killing his wife and children and then himself that evening. With this information the team immediately took action, thus speeding to the family residence. Once they got to the picturesque white home the team split up into smaller units. J.J., Gideon and Spencer went to look at the backyard. Hotchner, Morgan, _y/n_ and Prentiss crept inside the home. Aaron signaled for _y/n_ and Derek to take the upstairs, while he and Emily would check the downstairs and basement. _y/n_ carefully walked up the stairs, avoiding the weak spots that would squeak with their weight. _Y/n_ could hear a one sided conversation coming from the largest bedroom and pointed in that direction. The duo approached the closed door. Both agents held their guns in front of their chests. Morgan used his fingers to count down, three, two, one. At one _y/n_ kicked the door in and pointed her Colt M4 in the direction of the bed. Jason was on the bed with his wife. The unsub had a gun that he immediately pointed at his wife’s head. The woman made a terrified sound against her gag as the deranged man threatened her. _Y/n_ said, “Mr. Kloch you don’t want to do this,” as Derek joined the female agents in pointing his weapon at the unsub. Jason pulled his wife off the bed with him. He pressed the metal barrel closer to his wife’s head. He replied, “You don’t understand anything.” The unsub looked _y/n_ up and down and continued, “You look like a real treat. I bet if I had married you you wouldn’t have tried to leave me like this bitch did.” _Y/l/n_ ignored the comment and took a step closer to the unsub. Morgan then said, “Jason, I know you want to keep your family together, but by killing them you won't accomplish any of that. If you let Mary [Jason’s wife] go you can have a chance to see your children again. Jason was starting to slip out of reality and he shouted, “Don’t you fucking tell me what to do! She does it all the time.” Jason waved his gun around wildly before he put it behind Mary’s cranium again. As the man began to slide his finger further on the trigger _y/n_ had one last attempt to stop yet another murder. She said in a seductive voice, “You said I was a treat earlier. Would you like to see some more?” The unsub was clearly startled by the offer and momentarily pulled the gun away from Mary’s skull. The man focused again and said, “Yeah, if I’m gonna die today I might as well see some cute tit’s and ass before I do.” 

` Morgan looked over to _y/n_ and shook his head no at her. _Y/l/n_ looked back at him with as reassuring a glance as she could muster. The female agent slipped off one side of her blazer, then switched her gun from one hand to the other. With another shake the blazer fell to the floor. _Y/n_ took a step toward Jason. She still held onto her gun with her right hand, with the left she started unbuttoning her shirt. The woman stopped at the fourth button, where her shirt intersected with her bullet proof vest. Now that the woman’s clavicle was on display she stepped even closer to the unsub. When she was about two feet away from him she asked, “Do you like it.” At this statement Jason’s hand, holding the gun started shaking violently. Once the tip of the deadly weapon was off of Mary’s head agent _y/l/n_ lunged at the man. The pile of bodies on the floor writhed in a mess of arms and legs. Morgan ran over to the group and quickly pulled Mary out of the way and helped her to the bed. While this was happening _y/n_ had kicked the gun from Jason’s hand, and was punching him on the head and chest. For a moment the man flipped over on _y/n’s_ chest  and tried to overpower her. The agent quickly kneed the man in the groin and bucked her hips up causing Jason to flip onto his back. _Y/n_ gave one last strong upper cut and the man was knocked out. Seeing this fact Morgan relaxed for a moment. Aaron entered the room to see what was happening to his team. When he ascertained the situation he lowered his gun. Unfortunately _y/n_ was still hitting the body of the unconscious man. With a voice of authority Hotch said, “Agent _y/l/n_ stop. The woman had heard her supervision but continued to beat the man. Morgan quickly got up and grabbed _y/n’s_ waist and easily lifted the lithe girl off the unsub. Derek held on to her with enough strength that she couldn’t move her hands anymore. Morgan said, “I need you to calm down _y/n_. Take some deep breaths.” After a minute or two the agent relaxed in his arms, she looked up to Aaron with a sad expression. Her supervisor returned the look with one of apprehension. 

Thirty minutes later, when Mary and her children had been taken to the hospital for a check up, and Jason had been cuffed and taken into custody, Spencer, and the FBI team that had helped them with the case were filling out a report on the room. In another corner of the room Aaron was having a conversation with Derek about what had happened in the room before he got there. From what Spencer could hear it didn’t sound like _y/n_ had acted like herself at all. Spencer stood up from his position on the floor and momentarily looked out the window. He could see J.J. and _y/n_ were having a conversation. Or, what looked more like an argument. J.J. was standing with her arms crossed across her chest and _y/n_ was gesturing with her hands. After another minute the media liaison shook her head and walked away from the other agent. Spencer could see _y/n_ shoulders moving up and down as if she was trying to control her breathing. Then the agent pulled her fist back and hit the side of the house sharply. Spencer flinched at the action. It looked like it must have hurt. Before the svelte agent could consider what had happened between his coworker one of the other groups FBI agent’s approached him with a form to look over and sign. In another two hours the team was on the jet back to Quantico. There was a strange tension on the plane. _Y/n_ was not her normal bubbly self. She had even refused to play Spencer at chess, one of her favorite things. Instead, the agent had put on headphones and took a seat at the back of the jet. She had her legs pulled up to her chest and had wrapped her arms around them, like a child when they were frightened. The team gave her a wide breadth, not wanting to disturb her. They didn’t really know what to do, because she had never acted this way before. They all hoped that tomorrow she would be back to normal. When the plane landed Morgan gave her a hug as they exited the aircraft. As she passed by Aaron he looked at her with a blank expression, this made the young woman shiver before she quickly moved toward her car. 

The next day at headquarters when _y/n_ entered the bullpen Hotchner called her up to his office. The young agent closed the door behind her and stood in front of his desk. Aaron looked up at her and said, “Please take a seat _y/l/n_.” The agent did and placed her arms at the edge of her supervisor's desk. Hotchner tilted his head slightly and said, “You know why you’re here, right.” Upon hearing this _y/n_ hung her head and replied, “Yes Sir.” Hotch nodded and said, “Would you like to tell me what happened yesterday with Jason Kloch?” _Y/n_ kept her head down but turned her eyes to the man that she saw as a father figure and said, “I apologize that my emotions got in the way of my job yesterday. I know that it was unprofessional and unneeded.” Hotch took in the words and replied, “You not only acted unprofessionally with your outburst, but you also put yourself in unnecessary danger by approaching the unsub in the manner that you did. Unfortunately I’m going to have to ask you to take a psychiatric evaluation. Pending the results of your exam I will decide whether or not to include it in your file.” _Y/n_ nodded. She knew that her actions could get her fired, and she was grateful that he was giving her this much of a chance. Hotchner had one last question, so he looked up at her and honestly asked, “I need to know what’s happening with my team _y/n_. I’m asking you to tell me truthfully what caused your outburst yesterday? What’s going on?” The female agent sat silently for a minute, thinking about how to reply. After the uncomfortable silence she said, “The relationship you had with your father Sir, it’s the same kind of relationship I had with mine. Every time I see an unsub that’s abusing their power over innocent women and children I see my father beating the crap out of me again. I see him hitting my mom and sister, holding us hostage. Mr. Kloch made me do something I never thought I would. I’m going to have to live with that the rest of my life, Hotch.” At hearing the story Aaron pressed his lips together making them form a thin line. Hotchner knew how the girl was feeling, what it was like to face a person just like the one you were forced to live with when you were young. He got the pent up anger, and fear of becoming the same thing yourself. The supervision replied, “I understand you agent _y/l/n_. I’ve scheduled your exam for tomorrow morning. You're free to go.” _Y/n_ stood up, and as she reached the door Hotch said, “I’m sorry.” _Y/n_ gave the smallest smile, nodded and left the room. Hotch sat back down and thought, ‘I don’t think the results will be a problem. But if they are I’ll get _y/n_ the help she needs. And I’m sure as hell not letting her off the team.’

_Y/n_ had stayed quiet after her evaluation the next day. She was working through the case files on her desk when Spencer approached her. The tall agent had decided that he needed to find out what was bothering his friend. When she was acting too differently the whole team dynamic shifted to a weird nebulous area of hesitation. Spencer wasn’t doing this only for his own comfort, he was doing it because he remembered how many times other members of the team had offered to help him when he needed it. He knew that _y/n_ trusted him, in fact she would tell him loads of information, about her day, her best friend, the new film she had seen. And he loved hearing her enthusiastic conversations. When he was stressed, or having trouble sleeping he would call her and let her go on and on. Spencer also liked that she didn’t just talk to talk, the woman had a thesis and sources to back up her rants. This reminded him of himself, and he found it comforting. Their conversations had become such a staple of their working relationship that she would call him when she was stressed, and ask him to talk about his latest paper, or how the thermodynamics of the universe worked. He wanted to hear her voice again. Therefore he was standing beside her desk. _Y/n_ looked up at him and smiled. She set down the file she was examining and said, “Hey Spencer, what’s up?” Reid smiled back, he was about to make an offer that she couldn’t refuse. He replied, “I’ve been wanting to go to Earth Treks after work for a while, and since we don’t have a case I was wondering if you wanted to come with?” At hearing this _y/n’s_ eyes lit up. Earth Treks was a rock climbing gym close to the Quantico base. Spencer knew that _y/n_ had a membership and went at least three times a week after work. One time after a difficult case for him, she had dragged him to the gym to clear his head. It had been beneficial, because all he could really do was focus on his footing and handholds. He wasn’t good, but he had tried. Spencer snapped back to reality when she replied, “I’d love that Spence. I’ll meet you in the garage at five.” Reid smiled and said, “Cool, see you then.” The tall agent moved back to his desk a few feet away, relieved that his plan had worked. 

Spencer met _y/n_ at the parking garage after the work day was over. She gave him a hug and he opened the passenger side door of his car for her. The sound of classical music on Spencer’s car stereo filled the silence for a few minutes before _y/n_ asked, “So, what makes you want to go climbing all of a sudden?” Reid kept his eyes on the road as he replied, “I just wanted to do something different. You know how work can be, how I can be. If I get caught up in my head I work less efficiently.” _Y/n_ giggled at his response and said, “Spencer, even if you were working at fifty perscent capacity I don’t think anyone on the team could work as quickly as you do. Excluding Penelope, because she’s also super fast, but more chaotic, and more likely to break a law to stalk an ex-boyfriend.” Reid smiled and took a second to look over to his passenger and continued the conversation saying, “Well, honestly this last case has made me a little uneasy, I’ve missed seeing and talking to you.” _Y/n_ looked over at Spencer when he finished the statement. She looked hurt for a second, and then disappointment took its place on her _f/s_ features. She knew that she had seen Spencer everyday since the case. She knew he wasn’t just talking about missing her presence, he missed the person she was before their last case. She turned her eyes away from him so she wouldn’t have to see her friend be unsure of her. It really hurt her that this whole situation was happening. She didn’t want to have to explain herself to the whole team; or more accurately, that she would have to talk to Spencer about why she was acting this way. She didn’t want to burden him more. 

When the pair got to Earth Treks they got out of the car and entered the building. _Y/n_ swiped her membership card and went to the front desk to get Spencer in for free using her rewards points. As Spencer signed a release form and got his pair of shoes from the worker at the desk, _y/n_ was taking off her shoes and putting her duffle bag and tennis shoes in a cubby hole. Spencer walked up to her and started doing the same. Both agents had their workout clothes and shoes and moved past the gym space and into the bathrooms and changing areas. Both went into their respective gender’s area and changed and put on their climbing shoes.  Spencer and _y/n_ came out of the changing rooms at the same time and started to walk back to the area that they needed to drop their personal belongings at  when _y/n_ saw that one of the belays was open on the wall at the far end of the gym. She turned to Spencer and said, “Hey Spence, I’ll put your clothes up if you run over and grab that spot.” _Y/n_ pointed to the wall and Reid said, “Sure thing.” He handed his clothes to his friend and started toward the far wall. _Y/n_ held Spencer clothes close to her chest, feeling their warmth. She quickly snapped out of her reverie and moved to the storage space. She wanted to think about how calming being close to Spencer made her, but she knew now was not the time for those mental fantasies. She stuffed her clothing into the slot she had selected, but took the time to fold Reid’s clothes and place them next to his converse. When _y/n_ finished with her friend's clothes she grabbed her harness and ropes to belay with. When she arrived at the wall with Reid she looked at the routes open on the wall. She looked at Spencer and asked, “Do you want to go first? I can belay.” The lanky man looked up at the high wall, an appearance of apprehension on his face. _Y/n_ saw this and said, “If you look at the pink route I think you’ll be able to make it. It’s only an A 5.3 grade. I can walk you through it if you need help.” Spencer looked at the beginner climb and said, “Okay, I’ll try it, but only because I know you want to use this wall.” _Y/n_ gave a slight huff, knowing that Spencer was being honest. The more adept climber pulled the ropes down and handed Spencer the two clips to attach to his harness, while she oriented the ropes in a safe way for her to pull up her friend. Once she had done this she looked to Spencer who was still trying to attach the main safely clip to his harness. She sighed and grabbed the karabener from him and slipped it open. She then grabbed the loop on the harness that encircled Spencer’s waist. _Y/n_ tried not to think too hard about the area her hands were close to as she clipped the final safety precaution to her friend. The woman tugged up on the two ropes to ensure they were on correctly before quickly moving her hands away from his body. 

Spencer’s train of thought was clearly somewhere more focused as the man put his hands and feet at the beginning of the ascent. _Y/n_ grabbed the ropes from the belay and stepped a few feet back and said, “Alright you’re good to go.” Spencer moved up the wall easily until about half way up the route. When he started getting nervous _y/n_ told him where to move his limbs that led him to the top of the wall. After Spencer had finished his climb _y/n_ found an employee of the gym to belay her while Spencer watched her complete a more difficult ascent. After another hour and a half of climbing on the tall walls and the bouldering section of the gym the agents were tired out. The friends ended up changing and heading out of the gym _y/n_ had almost forgotten the awkward circumstances they had arrived in. She asked Spencer, “Hey, would you like to go to Insomniac, it will be my treat?” Spencer smiled at the offer and said yes. Insomniac was his favorite coffee shop in D.C. It was the first place that he and _y/n_ had hung out after work. As he drove them to their next destination Spencer couldn’t stop looking at _y/n_, and her relaxed face as it leaned back against his car seat. She had her eyes closed, enjoying the smooth movements of the road moving beneath her. Spencer reminded himself that he was here to find out what was bothering his friend, nonetheless he still had a hard time letting go of the warm feeling he had in his chest. 

When his car pulled into the gravel driveway of the coffee shop the two walked into the building and placed their regular orders; like they belonged there. Once _y/n_ had her matcha latte and a shot of espresso and Spencer had his coffee with a cup of sugar, the pair moved to the outside seating area. As _y/n_ teased her friend about his sugar consumption the man looked around and the twinkling lights that surrounded the patio  they were seated in. Reid breathed in time with the twinkling lights until his heart rate calmed. He couldn’t really understand why his breath had been racing before. Once _y/l/n_ had taken a short respite on her conversation about the primary themes of Inception, a topic she would bring up once a month at least, always presenting a new case to why it was the best 21st century film, Spencer held up his hand. _Y/n_ looked up to him as he said, “_Y/n_ I need to know what’s going on with you. I can’t be a good friend to you if I don’t know what’s bothering you.” The pained look was back on _y/n’s_ features as she heard what he had to say. The woman quickly replied, “Do you not trust me Spencer. Does seeing me act differently make you uncomfortable, do I make you uncomfortable now!” She said it with more anger than she intended, and when the statement was out she shut her mouth quickly, angry that her emotions had so prominently made themselves known. Spencer said, “I’ll always trust you _y/n_. I’m just trying to understand what’s going on.” When Spencer said this tears started forming in _y/n’s_ tear ducts. She looked away from him and took a deep breath before turning to him. She put her hand out on the table, hoping that he would place his fingers over hers. She quickly pulled her arm back when she realized that this was an inappropriate thing to want or assume from him. He didn’t owe her physical affection, even if she wanted it. She looked down at the table and made the decision that if she didn’t let Spencer into her past she might lose him forever. She continued by saying, “My mother left me, my older brother and sister when I was seven. I always assumed she would come back and she never did. It was fine at home until my brother left for college, which my father paid for. He had assured all of us that he would help us some way once it was our turn to leave home. Well once my brother was gone my father changed his tune. When it was close for me to apply to universities my dad told me that women belonged in the home, and that I should be looking for a husband, not a degree. He started drinking. He’d come home and try and beat my sister. I stopped him.” When she said this Spencer noted how she clutched her arms over her chest in a protective gesture. 

She continued with the story, “One night during a screaming match with my father he told me that he had saved up money for our college fund. But after our brother had moved out he had spent the rest of the fund on gambling and a ponzi scheme that had failed. When I turned eighteen I took my sister and ran, like my mom had years before. I worked my ass off to get where I am today. I still work my ass off because I’m paying for half of my sister’s college education.” It was at this point that the tears fell down from her face. Talking about the past reopened old wounds that she had ignored for years. Again she turned her face away from him, trying to hide her pain. Spencer felt very bad about this and he reached across the table to put his right hand over hers. He squeezed her palm, applying consistent pressure in an interval of ten seconds with a break of five seconds. He knew that it was a way to physiological calm the human body. After a few minutes the woman relaxed. Spencer said, “I’m so sorry to hear that. Your childhood doesn’t determine your current situation.” He was trying to be very logical with his approach, but when she replied, “I know that. But I don’t want you or anyone on the team throwing me a pity party. I’ve already done enough of that. But Spencer,” She looked at him squarely in the face and said, “But more importantly, yesterday with the unsub I absolutely went off on the unsub. Derek had to pull me off of him. The unsub reminded me of my dad and I lost control. Spencer what if I become just like my father? I can’t live with myself if that’s what I become.” _Y/n_ was absolutely shaking with fear. And Spencer realized that earlier, after the case and in the office and in his car, that she wasn’t afraid of anyone else, she was afraid of herself. The lithe man got up from his chair and knelt down next to her chair and pulled his arms around her neck. Her tears fell hot and large on his shoulder. The man used his right hand to rub circles into her upper back and his left to run up and down through her _h/l_ hair. He didn’t let go when she stopped sobbing, instead he said, “You know my father left me and my mom?” Spencer could hear her swallow and felt her head move up and down, saying yes. He continued, “Well after I got my third degree I tried reaching out to him. He sent me a letter telling me to fuck myself, and never speak to him again. Then a year later I got hired by the BAU. I stopped seeing my mom. I thought that I had abandoned her like he had. Once I thought about that I was doing I started writing to her daily. I remind myself that I’m not the man he was, and I never will be.” At hearing Spencer’s confession _y/n_ moved her hands to either side of Spencer’s head and pulled his face up to look at hers. When they were looking at each other he said, “You’re not the monster your father was. You’re a hundred times stronger than him because you catch people like him everyday, and you’re still happy, optimistic  and lovely to be around. _Y/n_ shifted in her seat so Spencer’s waist and hips were between her legs. She placed her forehead on his and asked, “Do you ever go home and think that there’s a black shadow stalking you. Mocking  everything you’ve accomplished?” Spencer had his eyes closed and was considering how her breath smelled like grass and steamed milk with the addition of coffee and replied, “For me it’s more like a black hole. Something that should have been there, but never really existed in the first place; or only existed in my head.” 

The pair stayed in their current position for a moment before _y/n_ asked, “Can I kiss you Spencer? Can I understand what it feels like to be that close to you?” He nodded his head yes, He didn’t say yes verbally, more of a ‘un’ sound. _Y/n_ leaned in as he raised his chin up and their lips met in a moment of pure peace. There was no pity or shame in the past, just a secureness of the moment. After the pair had separated they shared stories and moment’s of their lives that made sense to know about each other. And with each passing word they both felt more secure in each other's arms. The next morning _y/n_ went to each member of the team and individually apologized for how she had acted over the past two days. When she saw Hotchner he said that her results from the psych eval came in. Her supervisor held up the file and dropped it in the waste basket beside his desk, giving the girl a hug after she had apologized. Morgan couldn’t ignore that she and Spencer were wearing the same clothes as they had been yesterday, and that _y/n’s_ car had stayed in the parking garage all night. Spencer and _y/n_ hadn’t done anything too indecent yet. They had just gone back to Reid’s apartment and watched Inception while they debated the theme and kissed some more. However, Derek did see the two sneak a kiss at the coffee pot in the break room. He wouldn’t bring it up in front of the whole team, instead he would corner Spencer and demand an explanation. Morgan was very happy for them and he couldn’t wait to be a third wheel on one of their dates, he was sure it would be interesting to watch.

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Widojest Smut: a fic rec

Please keep reading below the cut for our smut rec. (You can find our other widojest fic recs here!) 

Obviously, all of the following fics are sexually explicit and rated E on ao3. Please see all tags and warnings before reading!

you said yes as i said please by NefariousMoss

The slapping fic with soft dom!Jester.

— and he's staring back up at her, and there's a beat, while his left cheek slowly blooms scarlet where her hand made contact a moment ago —

"...Huh," says Jester.

Rated E, 3k, oneshot. All your fave light kink. Part 2 of and although i was burning, you're the only light series. Part 1 was included in our Widojest Starter Kit.

Worship Like a Dog At The Shrine of Your Thighs by @smokeandjollyranchers

Perfectly stated in Smoke’s summary/prompt: “smut, tails, getting caught."

… His fingers manage to grab the tip of her tail as it passes his other shoulder. “You’re a little Menace.”

Rated E, 3k, oneshot. Good ol’ tail play.

but satisfaction brought it back by @flammablehat

Caleb and Jester swap bodies for a few days and Jester wants to try some things out while she has the chance. Masturbation, but not ...

“What does your body like?” “Oh, I don’t know. Silence. Sleep.” “Caleb,” she whines.

Rated E, 2k, oneshot. “Post episode 69 canon au.” nice. Some m9 shenanigans included. The author also includes a link to their commentary in the notes that’s a fun addition! 

there's nothing to do here, all just lie and complain by MarsBar2019

A quarantine fic where Caleb and Jester are isolating together … and there’s only one bed. Friends to lovers slow burn – Dare we say, Porn With Plot.

It’s funny, she thought, how you can grow up watching all kinds of private things happen between people, and tell stories that make sailors blush - but something like sleeping in bed with someone feels like a big deal.

Rated E, 40k, 7 chaps, complete. Great read for a isolation day-in.

What I Lost In You by Barkour

Hot, desperate, poetic smut at the end of the world.

Here, now, instead, on the eve of fuck all, Jester put her foot on his stomach and pushed him back so she could wiggle out of her skirts …

Rated E, 3k, oneshot. Speculative future fic.

Serve me the sky tonight by @zevons/saltstreets

Jester wants to learn more about sex, from Caleb. Friendship sex that is both Humorous and Hot! 

“So we should have sex!”

Caleb rubbed his forehead with an expression of long suffering. “That’s quite a leap you’re making there, Jester.”

Rated E, 5k, oneshot. Brief Fjord mention. Set around ep62. Developing relationship.

---------- Hope you enjoy! If you have any category/theme suggestions for future recs, or any fic recs you’d like to contribute, please send us a message. We also track the #widojest tag and reblog any fics and fic recs posted there. 

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Even Heroes Have the Right to Dream: Announcement

My next long, chaptered story is officially scheduled to begin posting on Friday, May 1st. At the time of posting this announcement, that’s a little less than 2 weeks away. As always, chapters will be uploaded every other day following the first.

Therefore, since I now have a dedicated writing blog, I’ve decided to try something a little different and make an announcement post ahead of time. I’ll be reblogging this to this same writing blog on both the 29th and 30th of April, as well as possibly once to my main blog on the 30th.

But, for now, some details on the story:

Summary:

MariJon college roommates AU. Marinette and Jon have decided to give up being heroes in favor of an ordinary life. This story follows them throughout their college careers, and their mutual journey to find what life holds for them without heroism.

Notes:

(This is my rambling commentary part of the announcement, wherein lies further details and background on the story. Under read-more for your convenience.)

The story takes place over 4 years and 17 chapters. And, being a college AU, the characters are obviously aged up. At the start of the story, Marinette is 20 years old, and Jon 19. ML x DC, if anyone isn’t already expecting that from the names and my prior work.

It will be rated T on Ao3, merely because of them all being in college and the occasional themes that go hand in hand with that. There is no sex or drugs, but some light sexual themes and alcohol are mentioned, largely by the supporting cast.

Speaking of the supporting cast, there will be OCs, since Marinette and Jon will meet people while they’re in college, but they’re fairly background as far as my stories go. They’re important enough to be mentioned, but they really are just supporting cast for the story.

This story’s inspiration was the “Superman Playlist”. I put together a Spotify playlist with a bunch of songs I knew that mention Superman, and this story concept arose from that. The playlist does still exist, but it has since been supplemented with additional songs that aren’t restricted by the rule of mentioning Superman. Each chapter title, and indeed the title of the story itself, is taken directly from lyrics from the songs on that playlist.

The drafting concept, that is, the theme behind which I created the story, is “Life post-heroism.” People who have grown up as heroes leaving it behind and trying to figure out where they go from there without being the thing they’ve literally grown up to be. The original tumblr post, which was created the very night I first began brainstorming, can be found here.

If you’re familiar with my work, you know the drafting concept and the final product are often quite different since ideas need to be edited to make a story actually good, but I think there’s value in seeing the inspiration behind a project. This announcement post is, I think, a good place to talk a little about that.

Generally, the story is fairly slice-of-life. A good amount of time is dedicated to small moments, though obviously there are larger story arcs over it all, and time passes rather quickly to cover all four years in merely 17 chapters. As such there are time-skips and moments where months pass in the blink of an eye. I have no current plans for, but am open to, supplemental oneshots to fill in some of that space.

The story is also themed around hurt/comfort and fluff, in a “post-heroism” theming. The kids aren’t alright, but they’re going to be. Happy endings because I prefer it that way.

As of the posting of this announcement, writing is not 100% completed, so the chapter number is still technically an estimate, but it’s fairly solidly in place at this point. I’ll keep you updated if things change, but there’s a reason I wait until I’m nearly done with projects to announce them.

For a length estimate, I try to make chapters just above 5k words each, so 85-90k in total is a safe bet, though that’s also just an estimate, as I haven’t finished writing, nor added up the total word count thus far.

Oh, and just to be explicit, chapters will be posted on both Ao3 and Tumblr, in the same format as my previous stories, so you can choose which platform you’d rather read on.

I may speak more on the story leading up to it’s release, but for now I suppose this is enough. Frankly, it’s a lot more background than I usually have the opportunity to give (I like this announcement post idea, lol). I hope you all can get excited about Even Heroes Have the Right to Dream, and look forward to it coming in May.

Thank you all for your time <3

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Writing Commissions!

Been a while since I made everyone aware that I do, in fact, take writing commissions! Details under the cut.

Prose:

Price: $2 per 100 words (ex: $20 for 1000, $200 for 10,000)

Speed-writing Price: if you want it on/by a certain date very soon in the future, $3 per 100 words

NSFW Price: $4 per 100 words

Please specify the word count you’d like ahead of time, this will allow me to give you a price quote. Minimum of 500 words required!

I can do fanworks, AUs, and original content!

Writing for ships is just fine by me!

Examples:

Fanworks:

1k - 3k: (One Piece; Pokemon; Dishonored)

4k - 10k: (One Piece; Star Trek; Pokemon)

Multi-Chapter Works: (One Piece; Pokemon)

Prose:

500 - 1k: (Girl Next Door Defenestrates Snakes // A Kiss to Go // Upgraded // Chainsaws and Woodchips)

1.5k - 5k+: (Chadderbox’s Fantasy Tales Prologue // Espionage // The Intern)

Multi-Chaptered: (Ongoing Untitled Sci-fi Romance Story)

Other Work / Zines:

One Piece; 1 // 2

Wander Over Yonder; 1 // 2 // 3

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure; 1

Original Characters; 1 // 2 // 3

Pokevillains Zine; A preview of my entry

For OC content:

Please be clear and concise with what you’d like! Be sure to describe your OCs in detail with all necessary things included (personality, looks, past, story, goals, etc). If you have pictures of your OCs, pass them over to me. I’m open to most genres of writing.

You’re welcome to collaborate with me if you have a longer story in mind that already has an outline/plot/outcome/etc. Anything over 2K words in length will take a bit of time to write, so keep that in mind!

For fanworks:

Things I’m the most familiar with: One Piece, Pokemon, Dishonored, Star Trek, Star Wars, The Moomins, Hetalia, Over the Garden Wall, Steven Universe, Stranger Things.

Feel free to ask what things I know in detail, there are plenty more!

When requesting something I can accept a) a one-line free range prompt (eg: Archie and Maxie go to Disney World ft. a giant Ducklett) or b) a detailed description of what you want to happen. I’m fine with writing either.

Regarding NSFW content:

Prior to me accepting your NSFW commission, you must confirm to me that you are 18+. No minors are to be involved in this. No exceptions.

I will be a little selective when it comes to these kinds of commissions. What I will and will not write regarding kinks and related topics…you’ll have to talk to me about that. Commissions of this nature will either be swapped privately or posted on another blog (with the consent of the commissioner).

Poetry:

Poem Prices: $20 per poem

Additions: for excessively long/detailed poems, add on $10 per page

I also will tutor budding poetry writers in how to write poems! It’s $10 an hour.

Examples:

1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6

Poetry is a bit difficult to pin down in terms of price, but, despite the few words contained in each, these tend to be more labor intensive than a standard piece of prose. That said, I highly enjoy writing poems, and love to talk about the process of writing a poem, too!

Editing / Story Betaing:

Tier 1: I dust off your work. (I spot for grammar, typos, and other small errors) // $2 per page

Tier 2: Car polisher mode (Small errors, a chat about my overall opinion and revision possibilities) // $2 per page + $5

Tier 3: I hit the dents out of your work with a whack bat (ie. small errors, sentence revisions, word replacement and duplication checker, comments on various parts as I read, a chat about my overall opinion and revision possibilities) // $2 per page + $10

Please be clear which tier you’d like!

How-To-Write Articles:

Requested Article: $30

Planned Article (as in, I was going to write it anyway): $25

Personal conversations / Tutoring: $10 an hour

Case-by-Case basis! I’ll likely bump up the price $1 - $5 depending on length.

Examples:

Writing Child Characters

Editing

Pep-Talk

I went to school for writing and have a BA in Creative Writing. I’ve also been writing for most of my life, and have since picked up on many, many tools of the trade and useful advice. If you’re struggling and would like some extra help, feel free to request this!

Do’s and Don’ts:

With your commission you’re allowed to:

Share it with your friends and others

Print it out

Reblog it (if applicable)

Request it be posted/removed to/from certain sites (if applicable)

Eat it

With your commission you’re not allowed to:

Repost it anywhere without my consent and without my name on it

Take credit for it

Claim you have written it

Use it for school or work (unless you requested editing)

I won’t write these things:

Homestuck

Undertale

Noncon/rape

Incest

Torture

Vore

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The Nail: August 2017

The Nail isn’t about perfection. It isn’t about award-level contenders. It’s about seeing focus and effort and hard work radiate off of the screen.

And The Nail’s purpose isn’t to highlight genres of fics or specific ships or pieces written during a certain time frame - the sole focus is quality.

Character dimension. Writing with clever readers in mind. Solid world-building. Tension through boundaries. Crazy crisp dialogue. Incredibly tight plotting. Big emotion.

And though yours truly - nice to meet you, new folks, I’m Nash! - is editor of the list, the goal is for YOU to curate the content.

Read more about how all this came to be, find past editions, see what factors are considered when constructing the list, and how to get your recommendations in/be a curator HERE.

Hey, ramblers? Let’s get ramblin’.

For your reblogging convenience, here’s The Nail Master Post of Editions!

Quickie Nash Note:

As this project evolves, I'm still determining the best way to present it for easiest reader use.

And so, faithful followers of The Nail, you'll notice a touch of a categorization change-up. The lengths are still the m.o. vs. type ["angst", "fluff", etc.], but are now listed in order of word count, low to high. The rest of the categories remain the same, plus a new one that may or may not appear on every edition [you'll see why!].

I've also put a new page on my blog, mainly for authors, with explanation for things they may question regarding this format - things I’ve mentioned prior, but it takes up too much space. Some of the current FAQs are....

- Why did someone make up a summary/why didn't you use my summary? - Why did someone make up a title for my story/poem? - What are those Q comments? - Is Nash actually reading all of this?

One last thing: The Nail is meant to go out the first full week of each month, and was mostly ready this weekend, however I just wasn't in a jovial, woo-hoo mood, I made a brief post why, I've no doubt each and every one of you understand, but you have my apologies nonetheless as poor time allocation on my part meant this wasn't out at some point during the past week.

XO - Nash.

* ~ * ALL FROM THE WORLD OF "SUPERNATURAL” UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED * ~ *

- SUPERNATURAL SUPERSTARS - Organized by length.

THE BOY KING'S DEMONS  -   @rex-daemoniorum / @vengeuse WORD COUNT - 279

Sam understands that there are exceptions to even his own rules. 

Q: Nice detail, pertinents given painted the picture effectively/no belaboring; through-line present of Sam's ability to relate without spelling it out/written for intelligent readers; complexity of situation related in short amount of space

[Nash Note: Additional shout-out to @azazelsocks, who provided a high-quality prompt, as - if your humble editor may be blunt - most fic prompts are beyond lame. Well done, 'Socks.]

--> I cannot tag these folks, if someone could kindly let them know or give it a go in your reblog

CIRCUMSTANCES -  @jessmoorechesters WORD COUNT - 347 words As years pass, the Moores have often found their thoughts turning to Sam.

Q: While perhaps started as headcanon, reads third-person omniscient; emotional, rambling, almost panicked cadence/style/lack of caps/punctuation absolutely works for this subject matter; nice full-stop short sentence toward end; inclusion of poignant details/no unneeded detail

[Nash Note: I already had this on the list, had a couple informal suggestions to check it out, spotted it more than once in my feed - overall, this resonated with many of you, and rightfully so.]

DESIGNATED DUTIES  -  @fanforfanatic  WORD COUNT - 412

A tale about the seemingly ordinary things we do for one another.

Q: Moves at a crisp clip; heartfelt without bending sappy; several great lines/points of humor, prevents getting too heavy given the short length/action in question; nice cap-off/prompts reader to use imagination while not ending on a proverbial cliffhanger

HELLO, DARLING  -  @whispersandwhiskerburn  WORD COUNT - 789

Crowley and Billie have a little chat.

Q: Excellent use of vocab in descriptions; quick, crisp dialogue; spot-on characterization; kept story moving/pacing well done; didn't waste time on explaining things/rehashing things readers already know from watching the show/written for clever readers

SHAPE OF YOU  -  @winchester-family-business WORD COUNT - 1K [minus song lyrics]

In which Dean walks into a bar, has a drink, meets a woman, and whether it's for now or forever, it's definitely meaningful.

Q: A get-in-and-get-out in the opener, setting the scene with just enough information and moving on to the actual story/no wasting time with a long set-up; excellent use of a "gimmick", re: initial communication; nicely fleshed-out protag who has her own thing going on, which he respects, which is in line with the character we know; took a commonly used set-up and took it to a thoughtful but not belabored/shmoopy place

GOOD NIGHT, LITTLE KING  -  @moonlightcas WORD COUNT - 1.6K

At the age of six, Sam is visited by Lucifer.

Q: in medias res; excellent pacing; perfectly plausible in canon; slightly chilling and pressing and foreboding without being suffocating; timing of the name reveal is Absolutely. Spot. On.

ONE, TWO, THREE  -  @kathaswings  WORD COUNT - 3.4K

A trip to a bookstore turns out to be more than you - or Sam - could have imagined.

Q:  in medias res; structure that would please any screenwriter; meet-cute without being immature/shmoopy/saccharine, specifically - protag didn't turn into a pile of weepies or gigglies/displayed strength; nice choice to include action; solid ending/author knew when to step away from the keyboard

[Nash Note: author's inspiration is revealed post-story, however they kept a light hand/did not merely re-hash source material bit-by-bit & just throw SPN atop it, instead made it their own - points and gold stars for this, always]

SUNDOWN, SUNDOWN  -  @thayerkerbasy  WORD COUNT - 6.2K 

"Crowley was done. After hundreds of years and one last sacrifice, he was done. Except, somehow, he wasn't."

Q: in medias res; spot-on characterization; tackled character departure in unique manner that could have easily gone shmoopy/author demonstrated restraint in walking the emotional line/kept that slightly off-kilter tone; moved at quick clip/efficient structure/fluid; touched on things/events seen in show but did not belabor/used as tool vs. crutch; phenomenal end dialogue/last line

- POEMS & POETICAL PROSE - Mostly quick reads, these are actual poems of any structure & short [< 2K] stories that have a poetic feel to the narrative with appropriate use of poetic verbiage given the subject matter and / or setting; pieces in the less-than-300 words neighborhood are considered quality in their entirety, therefore no "Q" notations; organized by length.

SECOND FALLING  -  @vintagesam  WORD COUNT - 135

"Despite the silence in the church, the earth is deafening."

INTOXICATION  -  @copbydayfangirlbynight  WORD COUNT - 199

"Out of nowhere, these two guys you’ve never seen show up and slip onto the bar stools next to you."

THE LEGEND  -  @quailpower  WORD COUNT - approx. 300 words

Exploring the costs of immortality, and what one angel chooses to do with his time.

JULIET  -  @roxy-davenport  WORD COUNT - 1.7K [minus song lyrics]

A night in the life of Crowley's beloved hellhound.

Q:  HERE [Nash Note: Short version? Knowing when it is appropriate to inject "flowery" verbiage into a narrative. Hint: fits the time period and/or character, is kept crisp, to-the-point, and used sparingly, regardless]  

- MULTI-PARTERS - Stories with a minimum of 2 parts, max of 3-to-4, with modestly sized [1-to-2K] chapters; completed as of this list; organized alphabetically by title. 

None this time! [but I’ve got a couple bookmarked whose wrap-ups appear to be en route]

- SERIES SPOTLIGHT : SUPERNATURAL & SPN CROSS-OVERS - Works that are completed series, as well as ongoing / in progress series, with at least 3 parts published as of/prior to the edition of The Nail in question; unfinished series must have been updated within roughly 6 months of this post;  these are lengthier than multi-parters, getting into a 5K+ range per chapter; organized alphabetically by title.

MISE EN PLACE  -  @sp-oops  

A look inside the ways you  - and the rest of the family - help Dean deal with the effects of the Mark of Cain.

Q: in medias res; quick, crisp dialogue & pace; no heavy-handed/laborious descriptors of setting/emotions, whether internal or verbal; nice character development/casual, easy feel to character interactions; sex fit into plot organically/didn't feel forced; plausible reactions by Dean/Sam/protag regarding the complexities of the residual impacts of the mark; witty humor throughout; nice cap-off/author knew when to step away from the keyboard  

Curated by @smi727 , who said: "Stumbled upon this little beauty of a series recently. I was seriously blown away by the plot, the writing, the reader’s personality, everything! Please Nash, share this wonderful writer with the world!"

- RANDOM FANDOMS -   All types, all lengths, all the things that aren’t SPN but are still pretty damn super; organized alphabetically by title.

AGENT 15  [series in progress]  -  @bellamysgirl

[MARVEL - AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D.]

"Agent 15 was one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents - that all changed when a mission went terribly wrong... but Coulson found a way to drag her back."

Q: in medias res; moves at a quick clip/no time wasted on extraneous detail; well-done characterization of both known/O.C.; reads as if watching episodes/movie; nice format/use of time flip vs. heavy exposition telling another character about those events; keeps intensity while splashing in moments of camaraderie

VERY MUCH FAEBLOODED [drabble]  -  @mickeyrowan

[POTTERVERSE]

"She knows she’s different. She’s always been different... No place lets her forget this."

Q: Introspective without taking the reader on a deep, angst-filled dive; even-handed character portrayal; tone consistent; nice choice of event highlighting vs. a traditional narrative; well done on complementary kick-off/wrap-up

WHO YOU ARE [one-shot]  -  @blackcaptainrogers

[MARVEL - AVENGERS]

Bucky knows showing love takes on a variety of forms.

Q:  HERE

[Nash Note: Short version? Your audience consists of such variety, it’ll take your breath away. And, well...]

On that piece of white paper, Sam wrote, "Write about me sometime." And I typed something back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. I just typed, "I will.”  ― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower  

- ORIGINAL WORKS - Anything from haiku to novella; pieces in the less-than-300 words neighborhood are considered quality in their entirety, therefore no "Q" notations; organized by length.

IT IS SO TIRING TO BE DIVINE  -  @mythaelogy WORD COUNT - 52

"The architecture of your bones was built by conquerors."

MYSTERY GIRL  -  @inkskinned WORD COUNT - 111

"[A] girl who convinces you of magic, who flickers just a little on the edge of reality..."

I HAVEN'T LOOKED AT THE STARS IN A MONTH  - @poemsforpersephone  WORD COUNT - 125

"It’s an easy thing, to open a window, to step outside."

A TRADITION  -   @wakor-rising / @wakor  &  @sonatagreen   WORD COUNT - 189

"In peacetime, the ruler grows their hair long. In war, they cut it short."

--> I cannot tag these folks, if someone could kindly let them know or give it a go in your reblog

NEW YORK CITY TO RICHMOND  -  @haleyincarnate  WORD COUNT - 269

"I wonder if he knows that I can see the trying part of him..."

THE HOUSE OF GRUMLY  -  @erinnightwalker  WORD COUNT - 553

"Everyone knew that the Widow Grumly’s granddaughter was a werewolf."

Q: Sharp start with a phenomenal choice of an opening sentence; took a "historical fact", ran with it, and created a captivating world / plot in an incredibly short span of time; formatting, flow, verbiage crisp; nice & layered/written with a clever audience in mind

THE ADVENTURES OF ROXY AND JUJU   - @wheresthekillswitch  WORD COUNT - 2.4K  [part one/series in progress]

"JuJu finally relents and hands over the car keys to Roxy. It couldn’t possibly go more wrong than it did the last time Roxy drove…. right?"

Q: in medias res; crisp dialogue; absolutely engaging, witty characters developed in a short amount of space; vivid descriptors without being heavy-handed; leans into a vignette [character study] feel vs. hashing out a distinct plot; nice intro/kick-off for a series, though if author opts not to proceed, works just fine as stand-a-lone...

[...which is why I broke my own damn series criteria rule, so sue me. -N.]

- STUFF SO CREATIVE & UNIQUE, IT JUST CAN'T BE CATEGORIZED - What it says, organized alphabetically by title.

ENTRIES  - @cardinaleyes

An inside look into the journals of Team Free Will:

DEAN

SAM

CASTIEL

Q: an ongoing pseudo-series with a creative concept; keeps distinct style for each; bonus points regarding convenience for the reader by having a "home" for each character vs. all together in one blog

JEOPARDY

In which Team Free Will plays a game.

It began with a piece of fanart by @lastlabyrinth  ....

....which got some dialogue by @phantomrose96  ....

.... which got a follow-up by @casonly, and a nice wrap-up from  @guntheramvs 

Q: Written with sharp, quick-witted audience in mind; spit-take worthy humor; great characterization, spot-on in fact regarding our host for the evening; crisp, fun dialogue; excellent collaboration by all involved

[h/t  @waywardafbabygirl ]

JOURNAL OF A MAN OF LETTERS  -  @petite-madame

From the creator: "[This is] a diary in first-person narrative written from Sam's point of view. Once a week, I post an art and a ficlet inspired by an episode or a scene. I'm following the show timeline as close as I can but I'm taking liberty with canon here and there."

Q: Extraordinary, above-and-beyond, clearly evident care, devotion, countless hours put into this project, and it has paid off many times over - there is some of the most beautiful art you'll ever see, there are stories [have a sample] that will hit you right in the feels, there are moments ranging from light-hearted to introspection, and you even have an option of platform - go HERE for the LiveJournal headquarters. Phenomenal, top-to-bottom. I am not over-selling this.

TWO AGENTS MISSING, PRESUMED DEAD - @bohoartist & @piecesofscully

[THE X-FILES]

Two agents are missing - follow the twists and turns as clues are examined, leads are followed, and information is exchanged.

Q: The planning and execution throughout was nothing short of excellent; written/developed with smart audience in mind; methodology of storytelling unique and, more importantly, appropriate for how the authors chose to unfold the plot; format/use of images was spot-on; clear through-line and tone; mystery that was engaging, teasing but not frustrating  

[h/t @itssteaksauce ]

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Happy Reading!  XO - Nash.

* Authors, I encourage you to express your appreciation to your curator(s). Readers, if you enjoy curator selections & found them to be of quality, I encourage you to not only give the authors feedback, but also thank the curator(s) for bringing the story/series to your attention. I suspect they’ll dig it. *