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sinsandsuccubus · 2 years

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i know you’ve already wrote a virgin reader and urban but what about him knowing you’re a virgin and innocent so like him eating you for the first time or fingering you kinda teaching you things

Professor Wyatt - Urban Wyatt

Context: Class is in session.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairings: Urban Wyatt X Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+ !, sexual activity

Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not 18+. Reader's discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

Masterlist ☽☾

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Television sounds played jumbled in the background, and the string lights that clung to the walls of your bedroom made your boyfriend’s eyes sparkle.

He was absolutely gorgeous.

Gorgeous hair.

Gorgeous face.

Gorgeous beard.

Gorgeous eyes.

Although, you must have been staring for too long as his voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Any reason why you’re staring?” Urban asked looking up at you from his place on your chest.

“Mm. Just admiring your beauty.” You let out and he released a chuckle, his hand brushing along your arm, giving you goosebumps.

“I'd say the same about you ma.” He spoke softly, leaning up to kiss you. The kiss slowly moved from sweet-and-loving to hot-and-bothered, him taking to straddling your legs and kneading at your hips.

Your tongues tangled with one another, Urban obviously winning the fight for dominance, as he licked and sucked on your tongue.

You and Urban had been together for a while; 7 months to be exact. However, you had yet to cross the threshold of sex.

You were hiding something from him.

Of course, he already knew you were a virgin. But he didn’t know that you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself properly, your ex-boyfriend BOB taking care of that business.

BOB as in “battery-operated-boyfriend”.

Urban pulled away from your mouth as he caught onto you pondering once more, holding your face to look at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I- I just. This is gonna sound so silly.”

“It’s not silly if it’s bothering you, babe. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’ve- Urban I’ve never actually been able to get myself off, manually. I’ve mostly used my vibrator, and every time I used my hand it was a failed attempt.” You spoke, down casting your eyes. Urban was quick to draw their attention back to him, kissing your lips softly.

“Baby, there’s no need to feel silly about that. You just haven’t explored your body fully.”

“But Urby, for my age? I should already have that down!”

“Hey! Don’t let those stereotypes get to you. Everybody has their own time to learn, yours just hasn’t come yet. Just because other people are a life chapter ahead of you doesn’t mean you’re not reading, you’re simply taking more of your own time.” You smiled at Urban’s metaphor, making you giggle slightly.

“What’s so funny?”

“I never pictured you to be a poet.”

“What can I say? I’m a multi-talented man.” He paused. “Would you like for me to teach you?”

You looked at him with lustful eyes, your nipples growing hard and pussy becoming wet. Nodding your head softly, Urban pressed you on.

“I need words baby.”

“Yes Urban, I want you to teach me.”

“Teach you what?”

“Teach me how to touch myself.”

“Good girl. You got it, mamas.”

He made his way down your body, kissing and leaving marks on your neck and collarbone, pulling your shirt off to leave marks on your breast.

“Baby…” You whined, your cunt throbbing as he made his way down your body.

He sucked and lapped at your thighs, leaving hickeys for you to remember. Sitting up his haunches, he looked you, playfully, in the eyes.

“The first thing you wanna do is get yourself lubed up.” He spoke softly, bringing your thighs up to kiss, your lower body covered in nothing but lace panties. He stripped you of them, tucking the underwear someplace for him to keep.

“Here, suck on my fingers.” He spoke softly, brushing his manicured fingers over your lips. You slowly took them into your mouth, sucking and lapping at the digits. He withdrew them from your mouth with a pop, shivers running down his spine.

“Good girl. Next, you want to start off slow by rubbing your clit.” He placed the digits over your clit, starting off with firm and slow circles. Your body jolted with pleasure, limbs going stiff as your hands gripped the sheets beneath you.

Urban leaned forward to kiss your lips, moving to peck your cheek as well.

“Relax baby, I got you.” He felt your body calm down as he continued his attack, the firm and slow circles becoming more tightened and fast. You thrashed beside him, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Urb...”

He pulled back his fingers, smiling at the trail of juices that clung to his fingers.

“Step two, check to make sure you’re thoroughly wet.” He spoke as he ran those same fingers amongst your folds, smiling as he pulled back more of your slick. He brought the digits to his mouth, humming at the taste.

“Hm, sweet. Here, why don’t you try some.” He completed the action again, drawing his fingers to your lips to which you immediately sucked, moaning at your own taste.

“See. I told you. Now, I’m gonna slip a finger inside of you baby, okay? I need you to spread your legs and relax for me. And at any time you want to stop, tap me twice, alright?” You nodded your head at your boyfriend, spreading your legs further apart.

“I need your words mamas.”

“Yes. I’m ready.” He gave you a soft smile before running his fingers over your folds again, gaining enough of your own lube before lining up at your entrance.

Slowly, he prodded his way in, earning a hiss from you.

“Shh shh, it’s okay baby, I got you.” He spoke as he moved the whole digit inside, tears running down the side of your face.

You were so focused on the pain of fullness that you didn’t notice him kissing your tears away.

Your breathing began to ease as the pain drifted away, making you squirm.

“Urby… please move your fingers.” And he followed your command, slowly moving his finger in and out and at rotation, making a “come here” motion with the digit.

Before you knew it, he had snuck a second finger inside of you, your body jolting from the pleasure, a gasp leaving your lips before a whine.

“Baby… baby…”

“Feels good Y/N?”

“Mhmm.”

“Use your words for me.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He continued his actions before pulling away, his fingers leaving your swollen pussy. You whined at the emptiness, immediately sitting up to look at Urban.

“I want you to finish yourself off. Go ahead baby. Stuff your fingers into your pretty pussy and finish yourself off while I rub your clit.”

You groaned at Urban’s words as you shakily moved your fingers towards your soaked cunt. Moving your fingers along your folds like Urban had done before. You slipped two of your digits inside of you, immediately beginning to move at your own, fastened pace.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” Urban moaned out as he moved his previously soaked fingers to his lips, sucking off your juices before applying pressure with his thumb to your clit, your body jolting in response.

Before you knew it you were close, body jolting with pleasure.

“Urban… baby, fuck. M’gonna cum.”

“Let go for me ma. Cum for me Y/N.”

You came with a loud cry, juices gushing on your hand and fingers as your body shook with pleasure. Urban aided you in riding out your high, moving his other hand to help yours move to continue your ride, his thumb still on your clit. Once you felt yourself become a little too sensitive, you pulled your fingers out, Urban’s hand and thumb following. He kissed your lips and nose, wiping the sweat from your face.

“How are you feeling mamas?” He spoke softly, licking your fingers once more while looking into your eyes.

“Amazing. Urban, thank you.”

“Anything for you baby.” You leaned up to kiss him, hand brushing lightly against his hard-on.

“Baby, you’re hard. Can I help you, do you want me to-“

“No Y/N, tonight was just about you. You can help me some other time."

“But Urby I-“ He placed his finger over your lips, moving his hand shortly after to stroke your cheek.

“It’s okay mamas. I can handle it. Let's get you in the bath, hm?”

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After settling in the tub, you looked around for Urban, taking notice of his naked body coming back in through the doorway. He lit the candles on the countertop, turning off the lights in the bathroom.

Sliding behind you, he began to massage your shoulder, kissing and nipping at the flesh.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Good, really good. How about you?”

“Like I'm a really good teacher.”

“Because you are.” You both let out a laugh, your head tilting back to kiss him passionately.

“Thank you, Urban. I love you.”

“I love you more Y/N.”

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celestialtitania · 7 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you @kasienda for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

The current number is 51 and honestly? it still blows my mind.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

151,239, made up almost entirely of one shots lol.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

There's a lot of them but in recent years, it's mainly been miraculous ladybug, my hero academia, and the occasional percy jackson.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'M HIS BEST FRIEND (no, it's me!) (MHA)

A Preposterous Predicament (ML)

Mind Outta Body (FT)

Ma Douce Souffrance (ML)

my colours on you (ML)

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

I'm really good at responding right after I publish a fic. It's afterwards that I sometimes forget to respond, or simply don't have enough time to respond. I always appreciate every comment I get though!

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

Angstiest ending huh? A bunch of my fics are angsty but the one that I think ends in the most angst would have to be dance with the devil, drink with the demons, without it being outright whump lol.

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

Happy? Happy. Um....I'm gonna say party like it's your heroes' birthday just because there's a party and it's sweet and yeah lmao. It also has the wholesome family/friend vibes that keep me from forever being confused about the correct fluff to angst ratio.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've been extremely lucky and have been able to avoid it for the most part. That's not to say I've gotten no hate ever, but it was minimal enough that I pretend it doesn't exist. Fervently hoping it stays that way!

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

No. Maybe. No. The idea has crossed my mind but I haven't been able to write it as of yet. Maybe I never will. Who's to say really?

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

Kind of? I did it exactly once. But not in the traditional way, it was more of a, "take the world-building idea of percy jackson and put it into a fairy tail quest" so I'm not sure if it actually counts.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so. Or at least I hope I haven't!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I was asked once, many moons ago, but then they never got back to me, so I assume they dropped the idea.

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

No? Unless we're counting those fic fights/telephone things where one person starts and another takes over. There was also this one time, I was writing a fic with a few others but we never managed to finish, so I don't really count that one.

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

All time? And I'm only supposed to pick one?? Next time, give me a tough question, will ya? Wow uh, I don't know if it's my favourite ship, perse, but it is the ship I've shipped the longest + one I've actually written for, so I'm gonna go with lovesquare. *shrugs* probably typical of me, but it was the only ship to get inside my head so badly that I've written over a dozen fics for them, instead of more gen stuff, which is my usual go-to otherwise.

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

Well, if we look at my gigantic list of unpublished fics, there's probably plenty of WIPs to choose from there. As for published, well I don't want to say I never will but yeah Forsake the Divine (If You Can) seems to be a pretty solid choice, if only because there are only 1 chapter and a half left to go and it's all outlined too, but I've kind of fallen out of the fandom (it's very dead) so idk if I'll ever manage to put it together.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization is definitely a strong suit. And judging purely from my comment section, I feel okay assuming that I'm pretty good at making the emotional beats land too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description definitely. It's been pointed out to me more than once that I'm so focused inside the characters' heads that I forget to interact more with the world around them. Nature wants to be incorporated and I'm working on that.

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

I hate it. It feels so strange to me to have a few words in a different language and then abruptly switch back to English. The only thing that I feel I have to do in another language though, is honorifics. Whether it be -san, -kun, or Madame, I think I get super extra about it. I once delved into such a rabbit hole trying to figure out what honorific even a side character uses, just for a throwaway dialogue!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ooh, officially? Fairy Tail. Unofficially, hidden in the depths of my laptop? Yeah, it was Percy Jackson. My childhood favourite that still haunts my thoughts to this day.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Ironically? This is the second time I've been asked that today and the choice is still just as difficult. Or maybe it's that my actual favourites are still unfinished and hence unpublished. For now, I'm going to say Enduring, it's the fic that was most different genre-wise from what I usually write, and I'm very proud of how it turned out. If I ever manage to finish it though, my favourite will probably be a life unlived or maybe I'm just doomed to never have a favourite, because there will always be something new I'm looking forward to reading (meaning I have to write it to be able to see it). Tagging (no pressure!) @shortmexicangirl @rosiesared @ck2k18 @heartfulselkie @coffeebanana @mdelpin @kiliinstinct @lady-charinette

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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The Reaper and The Death Angel Part 44

This chapter is extra extra long, I'm not sorry. I do, however, have to marathon migraine from hell so it's late.

Series Masterlist

Part 43

Contains: Domestic violence, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort. violence, massive changes to the plot, the canon no longer exists, it's like some whispered the canon from three blocks away while I wrote this, almost follows the plot of 4x11 - 4x14, smut (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V.)

7.8K Words (shit, I told you it was long.)

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The truth comes out.

"Yeah, and make sure that job is ready for me once this is over, none of them are ever going to want to see me again when they find out what I've been doing.

Jax left your room feeling much better, then he saw his mother's face "holy shit, ma."

He went to put his hands on her face but she stopped him, "no come here."

Before he could do more, she was pulling him into the church. "Was this Clay?" Jax knew to measure his tone, he didn't want to scare his mother more than she already was.

"It's complicated Jackson."

Jax was still in shock, "what happened?"

Jax didn't think any explanation would account for what Clay did, "it's been building up, shit with the drugs and the cartel. I crossed the line." Jax couldn't say what he wanted to, he doesn't even yell at you. No line justifies a man laying his hands on a woman.

"This is more than crossing a line mum. I can't let this slide."

Jax didn't want to hear anything else, he was growing angrier and angrier as time went on. "I'm so sorry."

Gemma shook her head, "oh, honey, this isn't your fault."

Jax huffed, "I thought we call pull this off, cash out, but I was an idiot. I am as delusional as he is."

Gemma shook her head and sat next to Jax in the pew "no, you are a better man."

Jax was lost, "I will fix this."

****

Knock knock

You were hoping the OT was here so you could leave but Phil brought Wendy in with a small house plant, "he's a big one."

You swallowed, "how did you know I was here?"

She smiled, "I was running a program in the HR department at the museum, I went to find you and they said you were here."

You nodded, "I thought you were in Seattle."

"Yeah I was, sober living but I got a job at a recovery centre in Lathrop and we do a lot of corporate stuff."

You smiled, "that's great news Wendy, I'm really happy for you."

She looked down at your leg resting on a pillow, "can I ask what happened to you?"

You shook your head, "it's still on going, I can't talk about it."

She raised her eyebrows, "shit. I heard about your engagement, that's really great, I'm happy for you and Jax."

"Thanks. If you're here about Abel, Jax needs to be here and he's just turned two so he's far too young to know the truth about his birth, the experts say that between three and five is when a child should find out about adoption."

She crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm grateful you did what you did and for giving me the chance to contest the adoption but I'm still his mother."

"No you're not, you gave up your rights. He's too young to know what really happened and if you do it now, you will just confuse him. I have absolutely no intention of keeping the truth from him but he is too young now and Jax and I both agreed to tell him when he was older. If you want to continue this, Jax will need to be here."

Her face fell, "if Jax agrees, you can come see Abel one day when I take him to work. I'll tell Abel you're an old friend, which you are. But only if Jax says yes, and for what it's worth, I hope he does."

Another knock interrupted you, "that would be the OT, I need to get crutches so I can get out of here and go back to Abel. I'll tell Jax to expect your call."

****

"Any trouble getting the guns through customs?"

Kozik shook his head, "nah man, our guy pushed them through the same way as the others."

Tacoma was there too, "the whole west table will be here, they want to sort out the larger shipments with the cartel."

Jax swaggered in and said hello to Kozik, "hey man, how's y/n doing?"

Jax's face was neutral, "getting through it, she'll be home this afternoon."

He turned to Clay, "give me a minute?"

They walked outside and Jax did his best to stay calm, "what is it?"

Jax took a deep breath and tried to steady the building rage, "I just saw my mum."

"And?"

His skin was starting to hurt, "you beat the shit out of my mother, what do you think? She wouldn't tell me what happened so I'm asking you."

Clay's reply had Jax shifting from foot to foot in order to calm himself down, "this ain't finished."

They walked back inside, everyone none the wiser about what was going on, "the Irish will be here soon, let's check out the guns and get Romeo here."

****

You were getting ready to leave when Gemma walked in, "good lord, what happened to you?"

She huffed, "I got into it with Clay."

You shook your head, "does Jax know?"

She nodded, "yeah, he's with Clay now."

You rubbed your face, "fucking hell Gem, he could have killed you. Have you been to a doctor?"

She shook her head, "it's fine, who's the plant from?"

You ignored her, "Gem, please, you can't stay with him, he will kill you one day. I'm out of here in half an hour, Billy and I will take you back to your place and you can pack a bag and stay with me until this is sorted. We'd all be happy to have you stay, there's plenty of room, we can even get someone to bring your plants. Please, Gem, you're the closest thing I have to a mother, I can't watch him kill you."

She smiled sadly, "you never answered my question."

You took a deep breath, "Wendy, she was here earlier, she's on a one-eighty. I will discuss her with Jax when I get home. But she's willing to work with us on Abel, I know how you feel about her but she carried him and Abel is a part of her, she serves a chance."

To your surprise, she didn't protest, "now I'd like to go home. You are more than welcome to come home with me" Gemma left, seeming satisfied with what happened. Ten minutes later, Billy was at the door.

"The meeting room at Anvil is ready to go and I've managed to convince Tito to stop beating himself up. I'll send the guys out when you're ready."

You nodded, "I need to see how this meeting goes first and then I need to tell Jax. Let's hope it all goes well because if not, I'll be leave on your one of your jets before the day ends."

Billy put a hand on your shoulder, "it will go fine, you need to give Jax and your friends more credit than that."

You shrugged, "I think you're giving them too much."

****

"Jackson, Clay, it's good to see you."

Galen O'Shay looked and smelt like man who had more money than he knew what to do with. "It's good to see you too Galen, shall we meet your buyers?" Galen nodded and they walked into the barn to make introductions.

"Galen, it's good to finally meet you. I hope this will be a long and profitable friendship."

Galen didn't give anything away to Romeo, "I'm sure you want to check out what you're buying, let me give you a demonstration." He pulled the weapons out and had someone line up targets before lifting a large machine gun up and pulling the trigger.

The sound made their ears ache and the air was filled with the smell of burnt gun powder. "What a gun!"

Romeo slapped Galen on the shoulder and smiled, "let's talk your fees."

They all gathered in the office, "we want a shipment of the same items every two weeks, we'll give you half down each time and the rest when we get the goods."

Galen nodded, "that's great, we'll work out our end with the Sons and we'll go from there."

They milled around checking merchandise for the next half an hour, then Galen was pulling Romeo aside. "The Kings are fine with the transition but we want Clay heading it up, we've all agreed that Jax is too young to handle so much responsibility. Once that's sorted, we'll move forward with Mr Alvarez."

Torres huffed, "you agreed that you would work with the Sons in this transition, we never said Clay would be running it. He's getting too old and too stubborn to met your ends."

Galen gave him a nasty smile, "well then we can't help and you'll have to find your guns elsewhere."

Romeo gave a curt nod, "let me call my guy, and we'll go from there."

You got the phone call just as Billy was helping you out of the shower, "that will be Romeo with the news."

You wrapped yourself in a towel and sat and the closed toilet, "are we a go?"

There was a deep breath across the line, "yes and no, O'Shay is happy to work with Pope and the Mayans but only if Clay is still there."

You shook your head, "of course. That fucking prick. I didn't think this would happen but I've accounted for it, we still go ahead as planned."

****

When Jax got home you were sitting at the table waiting for him with a man he didn't know, "who's this?"

You waved your hand for him to sit down, "we have a lot to talk about Jax and I need you to listen to me until I'm done."

He sat down and took your hand in his, "I've been lying to you Jackson, and I never expect you to forgive me or want to see me again after I tell you what's going on."

Jax had no idea what to say, "when I was eighteen, I was approached by the man sitting at the table now. His name is Leon James Vance and at the time, he was head of recruiting for the CIA. He had heard of me from a dig site and thought I would be a good fit. I didn't lie about what I did overseas, I spent most of my time identifying bodies but my time in combat wasn't a byproduct it was part of it and I wasn't a civilian consultant, I was a CIA operative."

Jax had a feeling it was something like that since he first asked you years ago, "I got out months before I came to Charming, I was telling the truth. But the reason he is here is that Clay lied to you. Romeo and Torres aren't cartel, they're CIA and I've been working with them since you guys were inside. At first, I was called to give information on the members, mostly who they would need to get rid off if things went sideways. But it became clear that they needed someone on the inside so I took the job. Their orders, everything they've done, has come from me."

Jax didn't know what to say, "that's not all, when you came back from Belfast, Maureen Ashby left love letters in your bag. I was going to wait for you to come back and let you read them but I had to open them for the sake of the operation, contained in the letters was proof that Clay killed your father because he didn't want to get into guns."

Jax blinked, "I went to Piney for more information, the reason you haven't heard from him is that Clay killed him. I was shot because Clay ordered it, I knew the guy who was firing the gun, it hitting me was an accident. It's all on camera, he didn't just want me dead Jax, he didn't care if Abel saw it."

Jax's gaze went cold, "he's a dead man."

You shook your head, "let me finish. I've gotten the Club out of guns and drugs, if that's what you want. For the next year, the Club will assist in transitioning the business from the Sons to the Mayans and Damon Pope in Oakland. I made sure you could still vote on it but if the Club votes against it, RICO comes back and all my help goes away."

Jax was crying now, "Billy and they guys are bringing everyone to Anvil so I can tell them this, and then I'll be leaving. You can have the house and I'll keep paying for Abel, all I ask is that you let me see my brother get married and then you'll never have to see me again."

Jax let out a hacking sob, "so that's it, after all this you're leaving me?"

You didn't know what to say, "how could you want me after all the lies I've told, everyone is going to hate me Jax and I won't ruin the Club for you."

Leon spoke up, "she's the only reason half of you are alive and she's the only reason none of you are in prison. I tried to tell her that you and the Club would understand but she won't see reason."

When Jax looked at you, you were crying, openly, he had never seen that before. "I always land on my feet Jax, there's a post in Paris that I'm going to love."

"Give me your left hand." You looked at him, surprised as he pulled your engagement ring out of his pocket, you gave him your hand palm up, expecting him to hand it to you but he flipped your hand over and slipped it back over your finger.

"What are you going Jackson?"

He reached up and wiped the tears from your cheek, "no more tears please, I can't stand seeing you cry."

"I don't understand."

Jax dropped his forehead onto yours, "how can I ever repay you for all you've done for me."

You shook your head, "I lied to you."

Jax grabbed your face in his hands, "no, you didn't. You said you believed me when I told you I was going to get the Club out of all of this, then you told me you'd do whatever you could to help. You didn't lie to me."

"So you don't hate me?"

Jax pressed a soft kiss to your lips, "I keep telling you, I could never hate you."

He sat back but kept hold of your hand, "I have the letters here if you want to read them, we have enough time before we have to meet the others. There's one last thing. The Irish, the Mayans and Pope have already agreed to the terms but Galen won't work with anyone other than Clay, the Club can't do anything about him until this is done."

Jax huffed, "I'm sure you have a plan?"

You nodded, "that's up to the Club. I need to go unpack, I was ready to leave. I'll leave you to read the letters."

****

Tig was walking to the Clubhouse when he saw Gemma's face, he walked up to her and took in her bruised face, "this was Clay."

Gemma shook her head, "not now Tiggy."

Tig didn't wait, he walked himself into the chapel and threw his Sergeant at Arms patch down, "you're right, this isn't how it's supposed to go."

Before he could say more, Billy walked in, "you guys need to come with me, it's urgent. I can't say anymore."

Across the town, the other Sons were being loading into cars under the same pretext, they all arrived at the warehouse just as the sun was setting. They were walked into the building and were made to remove all their weapons then taken into a large meeting room where you and Jax were already waiting.

"Please sit, we have some things to discuss."

Once they were all settled in, you clicked a button and Tito walked in, "Mr Morrow, do you know this man?"

Clay swallowed, "no? Let me clear it up for everyone." Another click and a screen came down and played the video of Clay ordering the hit on you, followed by all the phone correspondence.

Tito pulled then ten grand out of his pocket and threw it on the table next to Clay, "fucking piece of shit." The room had become icy, Jax was clenching his fists and Sam looked like he was looking for an opening to beat Clay to death.

"Can someone please escort Opie out of the room."

Opie looked at you unsure, "please Harry, you don't need to see this." He got up and left you you handed each member a folder, "inside the folder in front of you are letters between Maureen Ashby and John Teller, inside those letters are John's fears that Clay was going to kill him because he didn't want the Club to get into guns."

Clay went to get up and you waved your hand, "if he moves again, shoot him in the knee." You rested in your crutches, the time standing on one foot making your leg ache. "Piney found out about the letters, I'm about to show you video proof of Clay killing Piney, if you don't wish to see it you can leave. Someone is tell Opie what happened right now." Kip and Juice left and you played the video.

Clay was as white as a sheet as it played. The others came back, Aden walked between Opie and Clay so Opie couldn't do anything. "Romeo and Torres aren't cartel they're CIA and so am I. I left months before I came here but after they approached Clay while you were still inside, they realised they needed my help and I started working with them again. This meeting marks the end of my contract. However, once my leg is healed, I'm running an op to remove Lobo Sonora for good."

They were all looking from you to Clay, "I helped on one conditon, that when this was done, the Club would have a way out. For the last few weeks, that's what the agency has been working on. If you vote for this, Marcus and Damon Pope will take over the business over the next year, they have already been informed of Clay's lies so have the Irish. There's one caveat from Galen, Clay has to be running it. You still have the choice to vote no but if you do, RICO will come back and the CIA will no longer be of help."

Clay went to speak, "keep your mouth shut, you have nothing to say." He opened and closed his mouth like a dying fish, "I will leave you to talk about this, read the letters and have your vote. One of you can come and get me when it's done."

The room was a cold quiet as they read each letter, the men standing around the room having pulled their guns to keep everyone in line. "Did you know she was working with them?"

Sam shook his head, "not here in Charming, I had a feeling but I didn't want any of you to shoot her. She thinks you all hate her."

Juice let out a breath, "how could she think that after everything she's done for us."

Sam shrugged, "because she lied and she's sees lying as a betrayal and betrayal is unforgivable."

Clay huffed, "so that's it, she does all this and you're just going to do what this lying bitch wants."

Happy stood up over the man, "she told you to shut up, you should do as you're told."

They glared at him, it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. "We need to vote this." There was no discussions, no pros and cons, they voted for it without question.

You were called back in much sooner than you expected, "what's happening?"

Jax stood up and got you a chair, "the vote passed, what are the next steps?"

You did your best to hide your smile, "tomorrow, you will meet with Pope, Marcus, and the Irish, from there you can talk with the rest of the charters about the transition."

"What about him?"

Opie didn't even look at Clay, "Galen didn't say he had to be president, he said he had to be running the guns. You are more than welcome to vote on that now, I have a solution that will please all of you for the time being."

Opie snarled, "I'm backing Jax for the chair or I'm done."

There were nods all around, "that works for us Lassie, don't bother leaving, you've done so much for us so far you might as well stay."

Tig spoke, "all in favour of Jax taking over as President?"

Every hand but Clay's went up, "we talk about officer seats once this is over."

You looked at Tig's blank chest, "congratulations on your new shiny spine Tig."

Clay looked like he was going to throw up, "Galen will need plausible deniability as to why you're no longer at the head of the table so Opie is going to shoot one of your lungs out. You'll live and Hale was debriefed weeks ago so the cops won't be an issue."

You got up and handed a handgun to Opie, "you have every right to hate me for what I did and I don't blame you if you never speak to me again but shoot where indicated, please." You waved your hand and the men around the room pointed their guns at Clay, "you're well within your rights to put this for a vote."

The table was silent, then Opie raised the gun. You walked up to Clay and slammed a sticker over his right lung, "just here Opie." Opie took in a deep breath a met Clay's eye before squeezing the trigger. The bang didn't make anyone jump.

A few minutes later, he was carted off by a private ambulance. "In five minutes, you will all need go to the hospital and play the loving Club. Until then, you can ask me any questions you have."

"How long were you in the CIA?"

Juice didn't sound upset, "ten years. I didn't lie, I ID dead bodies but I also worked on behalf of the agency to instal leaders that were more agreeable to the US party line. I was also a mechanic, which is the colloquial term for an assassin. I seduced then killed ten men, they never even saw me naked so don't worry about that, I've poisoned fifteen and sniped another four. Next?"

"Is it that easy to get someone to let their guard down?"

Of course Happy would ask that, "yes, evolution gave men two heads and only enough blood to run one at a time. No matter how dangerous a man was from politicians to warlords, I gave them a wink and a smile and they were dead before they knew it."

"Are you staying?"

You shrugged, "if everyone will have me."

They all looked so sad, "what would we do without you?"

You let out a short laugh, "I understand if you hate me."

Opie shook his head, "how could we ever hate you after this, you're the only reason the Club is still alive."

You shook your head, "it's not about the Club, it's about the fact that I didn't give any of you a choice in any of this."

"What's this then, you did let us decide. Now how do we move forward?"

To your shock, they were all happy and ready to listen. "For the next six to twelve months, you need to act like Clay is your friend. His vote doesn't need to matter but you still need to keep up appearances and then Opie can send him out the same way he killed Piney, or you can take your time, I don't care."

"We'll head to the hospital now, you should go home and rest."

You nodded, "they're telling Gemma what's going on in the other room, I'll make sure she gets home safe."

They continued to surprise you as they each stood up and hugged you, each repeating how thankful they were. "You guys go ahead, I wanna talk to my old lady for a bit." They left in the cars that brought them there, being told to take their bikes to the hospital, Opie was the only one who went home.

"I told you so."

You gave him a soft laugh, "I still have to face your mother."

Jax shook his head, "my mother will have to get over it."

His voice was full of scorn, "she had no idea Jax, Clay's actions are not her fault."

You reached up and placed a hand on his face, "you don't know her like I do y/n, part of this is her fault."

"And I think her face is proof she didn't know Clay like she thought she did, he beat the shit out of her because of me."

Jax rubbed your nose with his, "I have to go deal with his."

You nodded, "I know, I'll be waiting at home for you."

He kissed you slowly, all his love placed in the single action, "I love you Darlin."

"I love you too."

****

Hale was there when they got to the hospital, "what do you know."

Hale gave them a knowing look, "we have CCTV footage, looks like a robbery gone wrong. Some peaker wood tweaker. He was found with meth and he's made a deal to give up the supplier so I doubt he'll spend a day inside. Will that satisfy your business partners?"

Jax nodded, "that's perfect, thanks man."

Jax walked away for the group to take a call, "you're friend's body is ready for when you want to say goodbye, text this number back when you're on your way." Jax was wondering what was going on, walking back to the others, he let them know.

"You go collect Ope, we'll stay here with him"

Jax drove to the house and was greeted by Lyla when he knocked, "how is he?"

She shrugged, "taking it pretty hard, but getting through it. You wanna come in?" Jax walked through the door, Opie was sitting on the couch with the kids were looked like they had just been crying.

"Hey."

Ope smiled, "how's Clay?"

Jax shrugged, "alive, the body's at Skeeters, I'm going there now so if you want to say goodbye, now's the time." Opie stood up and wiped his face, kissed Lyla and got into Jax's truck.

"I don't expect you to stay and sit at the table with him but I need you by my side."

Opie nodded gently, "I'm staying, once Clay's dead we can make the Club what our fathers wanted it to be."

Jax felt a wave of relief come over him, "was it over quick?"

Jax had heard you talk about this enough to know how to lie, "yeah, Ope, he didn't know what hit him."

"Can I come back to your place, I need to talk to y/n. I don't want her to think I blame her or that I don't love her anymore."

Jax smiled, "I'm sure she really needs to hear that."

They pulled into the parking lot and got out, Frank was there waiting for them, "your father wasn't left alone, y/n request. I'm really sorry for your lose."

They went inside and said their goodbyes then he was loaded into the cremator. Jax wrapped his arms around Opie as the body burned, "I'm so sorry."

They stayed a little while longer, "I'm ready to go." Jax nodded and drove back home with Opie in tow.

"Oh hello, what are you doing here?"

Opie gave you a soft smile, "I just wanted to clear the air about what happened with my dad. I don't blame you and I don't hate you. I know you still think I should be mad at you for Donna but Clay is at fault for all of this, you were just caught in the crossfire."

He pulled you in for a hug, "you're too forgiving for your own good Ope."

He squeezed you harder, "you can't leave, Lyla would lose her shit if you left her to do the wedding planning all by herself."

You laughed, "I still have to work out what's going on with Ima's parents."

Ope swallowed, "don't bother, Lyla met them once, they're WASPS in the worst way."

You nodded, "well that saves me a phone call. You wanna stay for a snack?"

He shook his head, "this kids need me at home."

You nodded, "alright then, I guess I'll see you after the meet."

When Opie left, you collapsed on the couch, "you feeling better now?"

You nodded as Jax sat next to you and lifted your legs into his lap, "Wendy came to see me today."

Jax huffed, "what? What did she want?"

His tone was not a positive one, "she wants to get to know Abel, I told her that if you said yes, she could meet him but that we're not telling Abel until he's older."

"Y/n."

You pressed your lips together, "Jackson, one day someone is going to ask Abel why I don't look anything like him. He should know that his biological mother cared about him enough to leave him with someone who could look after him. It doesn't change the fact that I'm his mum and that I'm the one raising him. A child can never have too much love, plus, we're like the only society where this would be an issue."

Jax chuckled, "ok, but it's on our terms and if she puts one foot wrong she's never going to see him again."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "thank you Jax, now I just need to workout how I'm going to tell Gemma."

Jax shook his head, "I will deal with my mother, her manipulation has got to stop and if that means cutting her off until she's learnt her lesson then that's what I'm going to do."

"I can't ask you to cut off you mother…."

He stopped you, "I'm taking your lead and doing what's best for Abel, she can't be around him if she isn't going to support us in being good parents."

You rested your head against his chest, "we should call Wendy and invite her over for breakfast tomorrow."

Jax shook his head as you pulled out your phone, "hey Wendy, it's y/n and Jax. We wanted to ask if you like to come over for breakfast tomorrow?"

You could hear the smile in her voice, "I'll be there."

Jax was still weary, "we've decided that you can just be our friend at first and when Abel's older we'll let him know the truth, if you tell him beforehand, you will never see him again."

"I won't I promise. I'll do whatever you ask me to as long as I get to be in his life."

Jax seemed a little better, "great, we'll see you tomorrow at eight. I'm still in the same place but call if you can't find it." You hung up and turned back to Jax.

"That went better than I expected."

You nodded, "she really wants to try Jax, we have to give her that chance."

Jax shook his head, "you look like you could use some sleep."

You nodded, "hell fucking yes."

Jax smiled and helped you up the stairs, "you need help in the shower?"

You nodded, "as long as you keep it in your pants."

Jax huffed in fake indignation, "you act like you didn't tell all your friends how much you like my ass."

"No I don't, I tell them all the time how delicious you are, and I'm sorry in advance but I think that's going to come up in the speeches."

Jax started to blush, "I can't wait. Have you got your dress yet?"

You shook your head, "I've picked out a pattern but I didn't want to start until I knew if you still wanted me, I'll go fabric shopping once I'm done with Ima's."

Jax helped you get undressed and stood by the shower door as you washed, "how's that going?"

You shrugged, "I'm going to have to stitch her into it on the day so I'm going to have to teach Sam to unpick stitching because if he rips the dress, I will kill him."

Jax laughed, "that's gonna go well. I wanna wait until Clay is dealt with before we get married."

"You took the words right out of my mouth. Or we can be petty and send him the photos via email."

Jax smirked, "you're mean."

You giggle, "I was in the CIA, of course I'm mean."

Jax shook his head, "are you ready to get out because this is fast becoming a bad porno." You turned the shower off and climbed out, Jax supporting you as you did your hair and got dressed.

"Bedtime?"

You nodded, "please, I'm about ready to drop."

Jax pulled back the covers and climbed in next to you before tucking you in and pulling you into his arms, "goodnight Darlin."

"Goodnight Beloved."

*****

"Morning."

Jax sounded like he had been awake for a while, "good morning Beloved, were you watching me sleep?"

He chuckled, "you're very beautiful, can you blame me."

You shook your head, "as much as I'd love to stay in bed and sleep off this drug hungover I've got going, Wendy will be here in an hour."

Wendy arrived right on eight, she was smiling from ear to ear when you opened the door, "please, take your shoes off and come in. We're just about to have breakfast." She did as she was asked and walked into the house, "Abel, we have a guest, come and say hello please." You could hear him get off his chair and tot over.

He stuck his little hand out and made an introduction, "hello, I'm Abel." Wendy hadn't stopped smiling, she took his tiny hand and shook it, "hi Abel, I'm Wendy."

You bent down to his level, "Wendy is here from breakfast, what do we say when we have people over for food?"

"You want eggie bake?"

You did your best not to laugh, "that's what he calls frittata, he's eaten it every day this week but we believe in giving him choices. We have other food."

Wendy shook her head, "I would love some eggie bake." Abel walked her to the kitchen and sat her down at the breakfast bar while you got the frittata out of the fridge.

You placed it down on the table and handed Abel the cake server, when he went to try and cut a small piece for himself, you stopped him, "we severs guests first, don't we?" He nodded and cut her a piece, with your help of course, then did the same for himself.

"Thank you Abel." You all sat down, Sam and Ima had gone to Anvil to plan decorations so it was just the four of you. "He's so polite."

You smiled, "thank you, but it's all him."

You tapped Jax under the table with your foot, "we've agreed that you can see him when y/n is at work but you can't just stop in, once we know we can trust you and Abel knows you, we'll talk about telling him the truth."

Wendy was close to tears, "I don't know how I can ever thank you for this."

Jax's tone went nasty, "don't thank me, if it was up to me, you wouldn't have anything to do with our son. She is a better mother than you'll ever be."

You shook your head, "Jackson, that was cruel and uncalled for. You left Abel for fourteen months, you can't imagine what it must have been like for Wendy to decide to leave him forever."

Jax was taken aback, "you're right, I'm sorry."

Wendy gave you a soft smile, "I'm going to do my best to make up for everything I've done." The rest of the morning went over well, Abel showed Wendy the house and then took her outside, Wendy leaving late into the morning, "thank you for this."

You smiled, "I'll get you a card for the lab so you don't have to bother checking in. Don't mess this up."

"I won't."

****

Jax stopped by the hospital to keep up approaches at your suggestion, Happy and Kozik were there all be it under duress, "how is he?"

Happy shrugged, "the bullet punched a lung, he'll be on oxygen for a few months but he's fine. Gemma's in the chapel."

Jax walked in and his mother hugged him, "I am so sorry Jax, about everything."

Jax shook his head, "did you know that Clay had my father killed, y/n said you had no idea but I'm not so sure. She's the kind of person who would lie because it's not her story to tell." Gemma was shocked, you had removed the letters about the affair.

"I only knew after it happened and he told me it was for the same reason he told Unser, I didn't know why he really did it."

Jax rubbed his face, "no more lies mum, Clay is living on borrowed time. You have a choice to make, me and Abel or him."

Gemma swallowed, "what about y/n?"

Jax crossed his arms over his chest, "she's staying, you better make this up to her because she went into bat for you knowing what you'd say about her."

Gemma's shock continued, "thank you, Jackson. I promise I won't let you or my family down again."

****

Happy and Kozik swapped places with Kip and Tig and they left for the meet. When they arrived, O'Shay gave Jax a look that would make hell freeze over, "this is why we wanted Clay running things."

Jax still had his VP patch on, "he still is and he's going to make a full recovery, I know it doesn't matter to you but this was random, it has nothing to do with the cartel."

Opie backed Jax up, "our contact in Charming PD confirmed it."

Galen crossed his arms over his chest, "let's get this done then." Marcus and Pope arrived soon after, the meeting was quick. The guns were nailed down and the extra coke went over without a hitch.

"We'll meet up later to figure out how this works with the Niners, they'll be dealing the coke on your streets."

Jax nodded, "great, I think we should call it a day."

With handshakes and back pats, it was done. Galen left with Pope following, leaving Jax and Marcus to talk, "your old lady is one scary. formidable woman."

Jax huffed, "yeah, I know. I'm sorry about Clay."

Marcus shook his head, "I never liked the old racist anyway, it will be good to have you at the head of the table Jackson."

"Thanks man."

****

Chibs was worried about Juice, since finding out the truth he had been even more quiet then normal so when they got back to T-M he pulled Juice into the bathroom. "What's going on with you?"

Juice swallowed, "Piney man, and what Clay did to y/n, the lies he told."

Chibs shrugged, "he'll be dealt with, we just have to hold out until all of this is done."

Juice sat down on the closed toilet, he was starting to cry "that sheriff found out some shit when he was digging into my profile, he threatened me with it."

Chibs thought for a minute, "he was telling the truth about your father, did y/n lie for you?"

Juice nodded, "yeah, she did. She didn't just lie, she told me what to do."

Chibs gave him a soft smile, "she's a good woman."

Juice huffed, "yeah, she is." Chibs shook his head, "this is why you've been so out of sorts?"

Juice nodded and wiped his tears, "all this is going to be ok. With Jax running things it will change, I know it will."

They stood up and Chibs pulled Juice into a hug, "you good now?"

Juice nodded, "great, we have a vote to take care of."

****

Twenty minutes later, they all piled into the chapel. Jax stared at the head seat before sitting down and taking the Gavel in his hand, when Tig walked in he shook his head and pointed to Sam, "you're there brother."

Sam gave Jax a smile and sat down, when Opie walked in Jax gestured to his left side, "if you want it, it's yours." Opie nodded and sat down then church started.

"What time is it?"

Someone looked at their watch, "four."

Jax picked up the Gavel and banged it, only to be interrupted by you, "sorry." Jax shook his head and invented you in, then they were shitting around so you could sit down, you looked over to Sam, "is this nepotism?

They laughed, "he's the closest we're going to get to you."

You shook your head, "are you telling me he uses fancy bras and untraceable poisons to kill rich and powerful men?"

Jax cringed, "let's hope not."

You were going to say more but Gemma walked through the half open door, to your surprise, she walked up to you and hugged you, "we're going to get past this."

You hugged her back, "come on, we better leave them to it."

****

Jax headed to the hospital when church was done and walked into Clay's room, he closed the blinds and walked over to his hopefully former step-father. All Jax felt was rage, he couldn't pinpoint why he was stuck still to the spot as he looked over the man, was it because he was going to take the love of his life and his son's mother away, was it because of his father and what he did to his mother or was it something else, Jax didn't know and he didn't care to try and figure it out.

"Son."

Jax threw Clay's kutte down and pressed it to his chest, "don't call me that."

The knife came out next, "you got to let me tell…"

Jax cut him off with a knife to the throat, "you are done telling me anything, now I tell you. The only reason I am not slicing you open is that we need you for this deal, you can sit at the table, you can have a vote but that's it. You keep the Irish happy and you stay out of my Goddamn way."

Jax moved the knife to the President flash and pressed hard as he cut it off, Clay grunting in pain, "you might as well kill me."

Jax shook his head, "you're already dead." As a last insult, he spat in Clay's face then walked away without another word.

****

Jax climbed into the shower without saying a word, then dried himself off and climbed into bed with a deep sigh, "how did it go?"

He shrugged, "Clay knows where he stands but I have a feeling he's going to be a problem."

You nodded, "yeah, so do I. There's nothing we can do other than stay on top of it."

"How's your leg?"

You turned on your side to face him and lifted your hand to his face, "like a three, not the worse pain I've been in."

Jax huffed, "what's the worse pain you've been in."

You chuckled, "a migraine and I've been tortured more than once." Jax shook his head and placed a hand on your face, using it to roll you over onto your back while he hovered half on top of you.

"I love you so much."

He leaned down and kissed you, all slow and full of love. "I love you too."

The kiss became heated as he pulled himself all the way on top of you, "tell me you're mine."

You smiled at his tone, "I'm yours." Jax's hand moved down your body and pulled your panties off then he was grabbing the hem of your sleep shirt and taking it off your body.

His lips his your neck and then he was kissing down your body, stopping at the nasty bruise on your hand from the IV. You placed your hand on his face and rubbed his cheek, Jax leaning into the sensation. He shifted again and kissed down your body, lifting one leg over his shoulder while moving the other one so he could touch you without hurting your leg.

He looked into your eyes for consent and with a nod from you, he was licking you from your entrance to your clit. You reached down and laced your hands in his hair, it finally being long enough for you to grab, "I'm sure you had fun using your short hair against me but no more." Jax chuckling on your skin caused you to moan, then he was sliding two thick fingers inside you and crooking them to rub your G-spot.

"Oh God." His free hand reached up to hold your hand, lacing his fingers in yours and squeezing gently. He took his time, his lips moving slowly against your skin, just as you were about to cum, he pulled back. The frustrated moan you let out had him chuckling, "you're being mean."

He moved his lips to your inner thigh and spoke against your skin, "you can take it."

You had no idea how long it went on for, the hours seemed to blur into each other as he brought you to the edge again and again without letting you fall over it. "Tell me you're mine."

You gasped, "I'm yours, Jackson please, I'm yours." He smirked and kissed up your body then lifted your legs over his waist and lined up his cock to your entrance.

"Tell me your mine."

He hovered his lips over yours, "I'm your…." You didn't get to finish as he slid inside you with madding slowness, "please."

He nuzzled his face into your neck, "I'm here Darlin, you can let go." After the torturous build up, the orgasm caused your vision to white out. Jax didn't relent, he kept the slow grind of his hips as his finger came down to rub your clit.

Your teeth sunk into his shoulder as he sped up, contacting around him again so hard that your legs started to twitch. He grunted against your skin as he came inside you, then his arms faulted and he was resting his weight on yours. He lifted his upper body and brushed the hair out of your face, then dropped his head and kissed you softly.

"You're mine."

He whispered it with his lips brushing your ear, "I love you Jackson, with all my heart."

He pressed his lips to your forehead, "I love you too."

Part 45

Yep, Clay is the big bad for the final part of our story!

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I painstakingly went through all of CW and BB to capture Cad Bane’s speech patterns: Enjoy

wit’chu = with you

anotha= another

de =the

der are = there are

dey= they

d’ose = those

dat = that

gotten = got

don' = don't

ya= you ( only on occasion )

you= you're ( he shortens it on occasion, though he will say “your” )

one’na = one / d’ese = these as in “ one’na d’ese “

dis= this

werks / wurks = works ( his O’s often sound like u’s )

hangin’ = hanging

'round = around

makin’ = making ( he shortens almost all words ending in _ING but NOT ALL - I have def heard him say “interesting” with the ing attached.)

o' = of ( occasionally )

d’anks = thanks

for'da = for the

wear= we’re

hav’a = have a

de’ll = they’ll

Whereas= Where is

d’ere / d’eir = there / their

to fin out what's insi' = to find out what's inside ( he left off the d in both instances )

wit- with

‘em = them ( he surprisingly never says “Dem” as far as I can tell and will say “them” with the T )

matta' = matter

hesitatin' = hesitating

comin' = coming

need’sa = need is as in - “What I need is “

i'd = i would ( He uses contractions A LOT! )

messin' = messing

it's nice hat = skips the article “ a “ on occasion.

won' = won't

sometin’ = something

wanna = want to

wantta = want a

Innit that = Isn’t that

hurry it up = hurry up

getda = get the

an’= and ( on occasion )

wonda= wonder

gotcha= got you

wan’cha/ wan’cher = want you / want your

ma = my ( on occasion, when he’s feeling lazy )

him = 'im ( on occasion )

we'll = we will

outta = out of

wit'a = with a

ain't = am not

ain'tchu = aren’t you

ah'bout = about, but the a is accented before the rest of the word

lil’ = little ( shortened on occasion).

wastin' = wasting

breakin' = breaking

Furst = first

it'll = it will

knowin' = knowing

comin' = coming

Ova’= over

betta= better

Gehet = Get ( sounds like he throws an H in there )

i’dere = idea

caan = can ( a sound is drawn out)

maan ( like mane )= man

so’y =sorry ( he doesn’t say the R’s)

whuttunt = wasn't

wi'dout = without

Tolk to me = talk to me ( A sounded more like an O )

downloa' = download ( he often skips D’s all together )

'spose = suppose

goin' = going

little things he says:

drat

chassis= ass

chop = bad weather in space / storm

calls bounties “scores”

things he calls people:

pal

fellow

son

youngling

bubble brain

little lady

Goon

Soldier boy ( troopers )

Note: His voice often drops lower when he uses the vowel “O” such as when he says “More power” ( an EX I wrote might look something like: “An’ not a moment sooner.” to display in printed words the effects of his voice modulation.

He also breaks up double syllabic words, such as senator. “Se-na-tour.”

He snaps his fingers to command Todo.

S sounds often resemble a “ hiss “

Read this post/ watch videos! These are the two actors his voice is based off on so says Filoni:

https://sinisterexaggerator.tumblr.com/post/676400367090761728/cad-banes-voice-was-based-off-of-these-two

Fics I am working on this for! (Cad Bane x OC - Eventual Smut / Longfic / PORN with PLOT

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37193425/chapters/92792752

Cad x reader

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37226734

#cad bane #star wars #speech patterns #i love his voice #writing a fanfic and want to be accurate #youre welcome #accent #clone wars #bad batch #Extras

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anika-ann · 4 years

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Attached - Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You messed up. Your very sleep-deprived Self attached the wrong document when emailing a professor and sent him one of the stories you wrote instead of an assignment. It should be embarrassing, really, but it wasn’t. It was worse.

Why did it have to be the smutty one? Why did it have to be the one starring his best friend, Professor Rogers? You were so screwed.

Aka the ‘you send the wrong attachment to hot professor A that just happens to be about his friend hot professor B and now professor A is then unable to look at professor B without wheezing in laughter anymore and you are unable to look at either of them’ AU

Setting: modern AU, college AU, professor AU... the wrong attachment AU

Characters to appear: Steve Rogers, Reader/You, Bucky Barnes, OFC, Carol Danvers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, few other mcu characters mentioned

* is for smut

- Main storyline -

Part 1 // Part 2 * // Part 3 * // Part 4

Word Is that We Might Work It Out (extra, timeline-wise belongs here)

Beyond Words Part 1 // Part 2 (extra, timeline-wise belongs here)

Epilogue (the original one)

Bonus * (Words Read After the Lights-Out)

- ‘One-shots’ which loosely follow -

Hurtful Words - Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Words Lost in Translation - Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 *

Words We Don’t Mean (and Those We Do)

Stockings (mild *)

Something Sweet (drabble, *-ish)

The One Word (aka The Three Times Steve Didn’t Get to Hear the One Word He Wanted and the One Time He Did)

Tied to You *

Words Whispered in the Dark *

Long-ish summary of No Strings Attached (for those who hate reading a crossover, full chapters are below though)

Words that Hang in the Air - Part 1 // Part 2

Triple Trouble *

To Make You Smile ( *-ish)

On Va Voir, Ma Chérie *

Thirty-Three Minutes * - NEW

Team Bride

When London Calls... Hit the Decline Button

Stay (I’ll Keep You Warm) *

...(to be continued... we’ll get to the wedding I promise)

Dirty headcanons

Why Not? (Professor Bucky x Penny, not fully canon but 100% golden, written by @chase-your-dreams-away) + The Parent Trap

- No Strings Attached (ft. Chuck) -

About // First sneak peek // Chuck characters

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8

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yuzukult · 4 years

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effortlessly (m) || jungkook & reader

title: effortlessly pairing: jungkook x reader genre: fluff, romance, school!au, smut (poorly written, don’t come @ me) words: 4.5k warnings: this chapter contains smut. a/n: i wrote this on wattpad like months ago (unfinished) but i was kinda sad bc you can see the view count so i decided to finish it here and spruce it up since tumblr lessens my insecurities lol also, i decided to make this my first series (a five part(?)) series!!! note: jungkook & reader are 18+, seniors in high school. series: part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || epilogue

"Alright, pick your partners!" Your P.E. teacher exclaims, clapping her hands to quicken the students' pace to get started. Jungkook beams at you with a smile before giving you a nudge into your arm. "Let's be partners, it'll be more fun this way!"

"Okay, okay," You unwilling agree, crouching down before falling on your bottom. You bend down and motion Jungkook to hold down your feet so you can start doing the sit-ups. Leaning over, he sits on his knees then wraps his soft, gentle hands around your ankles. "Go."

Oddly enough, this wasn’t the first time when you began to notice things about Jungkook that made him seem... more and more like a man. It was so strange – he'd been your childhood friend, so in your eyes, he was still that innocent little boy who played house and leap frog with you outside in the backyard. His shirt was snug around his arms that were flexed from holding down your ankles, hair ruffled from the wind blowing, and his jawline was especially sharp in comparison to the roundness his head was in his younger years.

You gulp. Hands crossed over your chest, touching your shoulders, you move your upper body up and down continuously, trying to avoid his gaze. "Why are you looking away, weirdo?" He chuckles, head tilting in confusion. "Uh, no reason."

"You're not afraid that you might accidentally kiss me, are you? Like we're in some k-drama?" Jungkook raises a brow, stopping you in the midst of a set. "What?" Your head shoots to his direction.

"Come on, we've kissed before, this is nothing."

"How about we be each other's first kiss." Jungkook suggests, tapping his toes on the floor anxiously. You were both in your early teen years, sitting on his bed side by side as you've always done, discussing about how your classmates were starting to get their first kisses and you personally were afraid of not being able to get one soon enough. "I mean, you mentioned that you were scared, right? You said it yourself that you don't think you’d get the opportunity any time soon. I can give you mine, and you can give me yours. It'll be perfect." You bite your bottom lip, feeling something churn deep in your stomach when he turns to look at you. "Are you okay with that?"

"I'm okay with that." Jungkook cups your cheeks with both his hands, and you felt your ears turning hot. Closing your eyes, you feel him scooting closer when his heavy breathing hits your face. Pursing up your lips, you feel his lightly meet with yours before he pulls away with the cheekiest grin.

"What—stop saying stuff like that in public. People will stare." Glaring at him, you wrinkle your brows in slight annoyance. "I'm not in the mood to get attacked by some crazy fangirls around here."

"Hey you! Why are you stopping? Chop chop!" The teacher proclaims toward you, and fearfully, you quicken your pace in compliance.

"Crazy fangirls?"

You move hastily as your form starts to mess up before you stop then stand, ignoring his response. "Your turn." Jungkook switches positions with you without argument, except you sit horizontally from him and on his feet. "You didn't answer my question. What do you mean by crazy girls?"

"I don't know? You're like a pretty boy kdrama lead type of guy. The girls here think they're the leads, and you're their romantic interest." He slows down his sit-ups and observes your expression. "Kdrama-lead? Pretty boy? What are you saying?"

"Think about it. How many girls have confessed to you in the span of a week? You're telling me that you don't notice these things?"

One of Jungkook's friends, Hoseok, jumps on his back eagerly to gain his attention then messes up his hair. "Come on, little guy, let's grab some lunch!" He grins from cheek to cheek, tugging him along with the rest of their group. "Oh, um, Jungkook," a soft voice speaks; Jungkook and his friends freeze, directing their attention to the girl standing before them. "Yes?"

Her hands were full of gifts – a bag with treats and a flower inside, a small carton of chocolate milk, and a letter stamped with hearts and doodles all over it. "This is for you," She says with her head down and arms extended to give him her confessions. "Aw, sweet! What's the occasion?"

"Oh—I—"

"Come on guys, I'm starving!" Someone shouts from the back, pushing Hoseok and Jungkook to move forward as the latter waves goodbye to the girl with a smile on his face while he grabs the items from her hands. "Thanks for the gifts!"

"Hah, there's no way," Jungkook retorts, sitting up from the workout before clicking his tongue in attempts to retrieve the memory of the girl's confession. "Okay, but what about the other girl from Tuesday?"

"Tuesday?" He looks at you questioningly. "What about Tuesday? There was a girl?"

"You don't remember?" You slide yourself off of his feet, and settle yourself on the dirt across from him. "That girl, the one who recently dyed her hair blonde. She bought you breakfast and gave you that little note in the bag. Did you even read that note? Did you even read the other girl's note?"

Jungkook looks up, trying to recall back to the moment. "I really don't remember seeing any of this. There was a note?"

"Ah, so you didn't read any of the notes. They were all confession letters."

"Confession letters? People still do that?" He lets out a chuckle before getting up, and brushing the dirt off his pants. "We're in high school, I thought that was something people left behind in middle school."

"I think it's kind of romantic," You shrug, and Jungkook offers his hand out for you and you accept, standing and dusting off your shorts as well. "But it is kind of sappy. You can't blame them though, these dramas are setting too high of standards for these people. Either way, you should tell them whether or not you reciprocate feelings. Are you really that oblivious?"

"Reciprocate feelings?" Jungkook crosses his arms before he continues, "They should know that you're the only girl in my life."

What?

"Yeah, but I'm your friend, not your romantic partner." Jungkook lets out a sigh before he runs his hands through his hair, and you’re suddenly wishing you were the one doing it. "Okay, fine. But help me, I don't know how to let them down easy."

You were neighbors since the beginning of your lives, and didn't know of any friend that you both have known longer than each other. There were weekends where you would sleepover at each other's house, play games, watch movies, and eat junk food. It was almost a ritual – something the two of you do on a bi-weekly basis that it was never questioned by either of your parents. There was a level of trust that was established; he was welcomed to your house, and you were welcomed in his.

You're not sure when it started, these weird emotions you began to feel towards Jungkook. He was always the same annoying, overly excited, lazy guy. You didn't think you liked him in that way but there was this weird fuzzy feeling you had every time he smiled, or whenever he would blurt something flirtatious, even though you knew he was joking. You've seen him at his worst—room filled with trash of wrappers from candy, empty bags of chips, half drunk bottles of soda and water, and his clothes, dirty and clean, mixed in his room as if a tornado hit. But you had also seen him at his best, competing at his swim meets against the biggest names in the nation and locally combined, and during his practices where he’d still show the same persistence and motivation. Jungkook wanted to become a professional swimmer, and his ambitions were something you had always been supportive of and found admiring. He always left you questioning what your goals were, and how you were going to get there.

Jungkook snaps his fingers in front of your eyes before sitting down on the bench in front of you with his lunch. "What are you thinking of so deeply? Or are you staring at that guy over there?" He questions, tilting his head curiously.

"Oh, sorry, I just got caught up in my thoughts." You shake your head at the thought of having feelings for him before grabbing your chopsticks and digging into your lunch. "You're not thinking about the girl that just confessed to me in the lunch line, are you?"

"Wait—what? Again?"

"Yeah," He says, reaching into your lunch to steal a bite of some of your side dishes. "She was telling me how she thought that you liked me but since you never really tried confessing, this could be her opportunity to ask me out. I like that women these days are taking the initiative. Girl power," Jungkook pumps a fist up before poking through your lunch again. You slap his hand again and grimace. "Circling back to the main topic... So what did you say in return?"

"I told her to be patient and that you'd ask me out."

You choke on some rice, coughing as you grab the water that Jungkook hands over to you and chugging it down. "You told her I was going to ask you out?"

"Remember this morning? I said that you're the only girl in my life."

You couldn't help but think about what he said for the rest of the day. You're the only girl in my life. Groaning, you slide your arms on your desk with your hands in your hair, tousling it in slight frustration. He couldn't keep saying things like that; it made your heart flutter.

"Hey," A classmate, Yura, turns around in her seat in front of you, tapping your arms that were covering your face. She was a friend you made several years back, now coincidentally having the same classes as you. "What?" You mutter, peeking in between your palms. "I heard another girl confessed to Jungkook again during lunch." You sigh, letting your hands fall back onto the desk. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Well," Yura starts, pushing her seat back to move closer to you. She's sitting backwards in her chair with a bright smile spread on her face. She loved to bother you in every way possible but beside that, she was equally of a great friend as Jungkook had been to you. "I'm curious as to why he hasn't dated anyone yet. No one here sparks an interest?"

"Well," You mimic her with a laugh trailing afterwards. "Are you hoping you can spark an interest?" She waves her hand and shakes her head, dismissing the assumption. "Oh, no no, I'm just curious. He just seems like the type to want to date around but he won't even glance at a girl. Is he gay?"

You pull out a notebook from your bag when you notice your teacher walking into the classroom, rolling your eyes at her comment and nod your head to gesture the teacher's presence. "He mentioned before he wanted to focus on just becoming a swimmer. Maybe that's it."

"Okay fine, fine, I'll drop it. Anyway, let me come over today! I've been dying to try that new candy you bought from that store downtown. I haven't been recently..."

Later that day, on your walk to your house with Yura, she stops in her tracks and drags you aside to hide behind a tree. "What—"

"Hush!" She spits, peeping out from the side as you wipe her saliva that sprayed on your face. "Disgusting, Yura. What are you looking at?" She tugs on the sleeve of your uniform and you both sneak a look from behind the tree. "It's Jungkook. Who is that girl?"

You see him opening the gates in front of his house with a female, who looks around your age, tracking behind him as he readily unlocks the front door to his house. She looked pretty – although that was presumption since you didn't really know what her actual features were other than from behind. But her hair was lusciously long, and she had a petite body, appearing to be Jungkook's ideal type. You haven't seen her before, so who was she? He never really had any female friends other than you. "Guess he brings girls home after all."

The two of you quickly make way to your house, rushing up the stairs as your mom shouts at you from the kitchen. "Stop running! You're going to slip in your socks!"

Yura already had her backpack dropped at the door of your bedroom, peering through the window as she bends down below the windowsill's height. "Look! She's in his room." You had a perfect view of Jungkook's bedroom from your own. Sometimes you'd catch yourself looking at him changing his shirt, or doing his homework. There were moments where that's where he'd be able to contact you if your phone died, too.

"I'm not looking," You respond, grabbing her stuff from the floor and placing on an unoccupied chair. "That's an invasion of privacy, Yura."

"They're talking," She commentates, ducking below at times when either of them face her direction. "What are they saying? What do you think they're saying?"

You walk toward Yura before pulling the blinds down and it hits her fingers. "Ah! What was that for?"

"Stop spying, Yura!" In all honesty, you just couldn't bring yourself to see him be with some girl, especially if she's been in his room. "They could be doing some intimate stuff. Are you trying to get free porn? Do you not have that at home?" She groans in return, falling back onto the floor. "I really wanted to see something juicy."

"Let's lose our virginity to each other," Jungkook proposes, fiddling with his fingers, trying to evade your gaze. "Eventually, we're going to have to do it with someone, but our firsts... wouldn't it be more comfortable with each other?" It was around 8pm, and Yura had already gone home. Jungkook threw a pebble at your window to gain your attention so you could come over to “talk.” He said it was urgent. This was urgent?

"You're not a virgin?" You let slip from your lips. "Sorry, I just... I assumed that you already gave yourself to someone because I saw someone in your room earlier."

"You peeked through my window?" He cocks a brow, finally locking eyes with yours. Your face was flushed in embarrassment, lips pink and slightly swollen from chewing on it so anxiously and hair unkempt from the friendly rough play with each other before. Jungkook knew he made jokes here and there about how you were the only girl in his life for him but he truly met it. He always had lingering feelings for you, but he was afraid of getting rejected then losing the friendship between the two of you.

"Accidentally," You lie, falling back onto the bed and looking up at the ceiling. "I'll be honest. I thought you slept with her. I thought you slept with a lot of girls."

"I'd tell you. Even if you didn't want to hear. I feel like I can't hide those things from you." He interjects, lying back onto the bed beside you, turning his head to observe your expressions. "I want to lose my first time to you."

"Wouldn't it be weird?" You turn to meet your eyes with his, tapping your fingers together restlessly. "You'd see me naked. It'll change the entire view of our friendship."

"That could never happen — negatively, I mean."

It didn’t take much convincing when it came to Jungkook. You’d do anything for him and likewise. He never failed to go above and beyond for you, extending his hand whenever you needed it. And you? Well, you felt the same way. "Then... okay. Let's do it."

It was just another Saturday night, where you'd plan to stay over at Jungkook's for a marathon of a kdrama the two of you found interest in recently. There were snacks and drinks in his room, and he brought the bedsheets, blankets and pillows onto the floor to get closer to the small TV monitor he had in his room. You both sat at an arms distance, and you were hugging one of the pillows while you were throwing another piece of popcorn into your mouth before you hear the door creek open and his mom peers in. "Another movie night?" She asks with a smile, handing Jungkook a plate of cut-up watermelon. He nods and thanks his mom before she closes the door with a goodnight.

"Ah, she's so nice. She knows I love watermelons the most." You comment, drinking some water to clear your palette before reaching for a slice. Taking a bite, juices spill out of your mouth, signaling with your hands to get Jungkook to get you a napkin as you shove the rest into your mouth. He gives you a napkin but doesn't let go, leaving his hands in yours. Furrowing your brows, you manage to say with cheeks filled with watermelon, "What are you doing—" Jungkook was already leaning in, licking the spill. He traces it with his lips before meeting with yours, moving in closer with his free hand on your waist.

What is he doing? You felt gross. A wash of emotions flush through your face when you realize you're not dressed for this. Was he trying to do your first time now? And how? Your hair was loosely tied up in a bun, wearing a baggy hoodie with some shorts that you quickly grabbed from one of your drawers. You felt so insecure. You didn't even have makeup on — at least if you did, you wouldn't look so... average. Jungkook was handsome, sexy, and cute. But when you saw yourself in the mirror, you couldn't even call yourself beautiful or ugly... just average. Was Jungkook going to lose his virginity to someone who didn't even look at anything he would want to remember?

You didn't move. He took the lead for a couple moments before reclining back, bumping his forehead with yours, lips swollen from the tugging of the kiss. "I think... tonight is the night. Can we do it tonight?"

"I don't really feel... attractive enough right now." You confess after swallowing the remains of the fruit. "Trust me," He says between his breaths that seemed a bit heavier. "You're attractive right now." Letting go of your hand, he leans against his bed on the floor before lifting you from your waist to straddle him. "It feels effortless this way."

Moving closer, you try to sit down completely on him, hands confusingly trying to find a placement before he grabs them and guides you to wrap them around his neck. He groans, raising your hips slightly to lose contact with his. "Sorry, I'm kind of hard and it hurts when you press down that hard," He reveals, ears brimming in red. You immediately back away before he brings you back closer. "Sorry—"

"Don't be sorry," Jungkook says before pulling you into another kiss, hands gripping onto your thighs before maneuvering them up and down your legs. You slowly reiterate his motions, opening your lips slightly for him to slip his tongue in. Your fingers comb through his hair before he pulls away for a moment, panting uneven patterns compared to yours. "My hormones are raging, and your shorts are just really short. You're not even wearing a bra," He states as his hands begin to roam around your bottom before he slides them underneath your hoodie to feel your bare skin. "You're beautiful." Oh, that made my stomach feel weird.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, planting delicate kisses, following a suck and a nip afterwards that made you feel slightly uncomfortable but at the same time pleasurable. Unconsciously, you move your hips into his before a faint moan escapes his lips. "Sorry," You apologize, lifting yourself up, only for his hands to shove them back down, grinding his hips into yours. Suddenly, you felt warm down there.

Jungkook takes a moment to take off his t-shirt, exposing his built chest. You had noticed he had been working out lately, but you never got to see the results of it. He tugs on the hem of your hoodie, giving you a look. "Can I take this off?" You slouch a bit, feeling your cheeks flush in embarrassment. "I kind of have a junk food belly at the moment." He lets out a chuckle, pinching your stomach a bit before shaking his head. "I think it's attractive, please let me take it off." You hesitate, but comply anyways and he discards the material. Your chest falls in his sight, and he felt himself twitch in his pants before grabbing a breast and letting the other one's nipple slip into his mouth. Your hands find the crown of his head and tug on his hair gently, earning a hum from you. "Feels good?" He asks, and you reply with only a nod before he lays your body back onto the floor, holding onto your head before slipping a pillow underneath.

Jungkook plants a kiss on your lips before tailing down to your neck, and then your chest, playing with your nipple before leading his hand down into your pants, finding a place in between your legs then brushing your clit. He leans back up to kiss your ear before whispering, "Show me how to make you feel good." You nod, feeling a bit flustered, still placing your hand on top of his outside of your shorts. You guide him, and when he touches the right spot, you can't help but gasp and close your legs. "Please?" He begs, and you open your legs back up for him as he slips a finger in. You were warm and wet around him, and his breath quickened against your ear. Jungkook pulls in and out before adding another finger, earning a whimper from you and he slows down, noticing your face crinkle up in slight pain. He wanted to stretch you enough for him so you wouldn't be in as much pain later.

The feeling eventually subsided and replaced with pleasure. You stop his hand when you feel yourself almost hitting your high and lock eyes with him as he raises a brow questioningly. "I'm ready."

Both of your pants were off, and your legs were spread for him as you watched him lean to his bedside table to grab condoms from a drawer, opening on and sliding it onto his shaft. He positions himself outside of you, looking up to meet your gaze before gifting you a peck on the lips, slowly entering in. "Ah," You wince in pain, as he moans quietly from feeling your warmth. "I'm going to move slowly, so please tell me when you're ready." He says, lips pressed against your collarbone, holding himself back from letting it go.

After several slow thrusts, you squeeze his arm to signal him to move faster. He eagerly obeys, quickening his movements before he feels his stomach clenching moments later. "I think I'm about to cum," He says, body tensing above you as strings of cum paint your inner walls. Jungkook's chest is against yours when he collapses from reaching his high, face in your neck with his fringe damp and body glistening with a layer of sweat. He regains his composure before lifting his head and giving you another kiss on your lips. "I'm sorry, that was fast, you were just so tight and warm— do you want me to help you finish?—"

You lay, hair a mess, no sign of the tie anywhere, skin sticky, uneven breaths, and cheeks flushed crimson. It felt good— even though it didn't last for long— but it felt good. Shaking your head, you pull him in for a longer embrace. "Don't worry about it, it was good. I'm content," You say honestly. You didn't need to finish because you felt like you were at your high already.

The weekend passes, and Monday hits.

"Wait... you're telling me that your first kiss and your first time was with him? And you've never wanted to date him?" Yura says astoundingly. "But you're still friends. There's no way you don't have feelings for him. You like him, don't you?"

You scratch the back of your head before shrugging your shoulders, opening the textbook laying in front of you. "I don't know, Yura, you're asking me a lot of questions right now. I'm not sure how to reply." It was the middle of a break session in class, and people were sitting around, talking or playing games, so it was rowdy enough for the two of you to have a conversation without anyone overhearing. "That's what someone with a crush says," She responds, shaking her head before tapping her pen against the table. "Maybe you should confess to him or something."

"Confess to who?"

You felt your heart drop for a moment -- no one heard anything, did they? Eyes looking up at the person whose body lingers, you notice that there are two people standing at the end of your desk. "Oh, Jungkook, Hoseok, you scared me," Yura has her hand on her chest, inhaling in a deep breath. "I decided to drop by your class since Jungkook is too busy to hang out with me today," Gleams Hoseok, arm hanging around Jungkook's shoulder.

"You guys didn't answer my initial question, who are you confessing to?" Jungkook asks. Although the question was supposed to be directed to the both of you, his eyes were directly locked onto you. "Uh, pft, no one," You turn your head to look at Yura, stare hinting for her to help. Luckily, she reads this and claps her hands together with a laugh. "Me! I should confess to a guy,"

"Oh, who?" Hoseok had already grabbed a chair and sat down at this point, suddenly interested in the conversation. "And how are you going to do it? Are you going to do it like those girls did for Jungkook?"

Jungkook shakes his head, and extends his arm out to shift Hoseok back in his seat. "No, I think you guys were trying to talk about someone else's confession, not yours, Yura."

The bell rings. Hoseok frowns, standing up before returning the chair back to the rightful owner, ruffling Jungkook's hair. "That's my signal to leave, please tell me what happens next!" He makes his way out of the classroom as Jungkook waves goodbye but keeps his stare at you. "Saved by the bell. But I expect a talk later."

Fuck.

#gyukultfics #jungkook #bts #jungkook fics #jungkook smut #bts fics #bangtan #bts fanfic #bts smut #what else do you tag here #lol #ok bye

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skiller0dani · 4 years

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L’amour De Ma Vie | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T

smut requests info wanna be on a Timmy taglist? click here missed part 1? read it here

so I did my Billy Mitman thing. please let me know what you think as the chapters come out, I’m so nervous about it. love you babes xx I’m running out of ideas, please send me requests l m a o

btw I used google translate for the french bits don’t come at me if it’s incorrect. Timmy isn’t here to write the french parts for me :( the translation will be located next to the french, italicized and in quotation marks.

I listened to ‘La Vie En Rose’ by Chloe Moriondo during writing this. is perfectly captures the mood I was going for.

Catch Up! Read Part One Here!

Public relationships are hard to maintain, with all the attention and expectations.

The media and even fans expect the relationship to progress at a certain rate, and when Tim was dating Lily-Rose Depp, everyone was waiting for him to propose. But he wasn’t ready for that. Still isn’t. He wasn’t sure if it’s him that’s not ready or if it was the person. It’s not that Lily had done anything wrong, she didn’t. It was all Tim. Whatever he currently had with you was a huge relief, nobody even knew you existed in his life, not even his parents. Not Armie, not his family, not anybody. Tim wasn’t keeping you a secret because he was ashamed, no it wasn’t that. He needs a secret right now, something just for him and you. Something he could hide away in, and while he didn’t intend on meeting you when he’d gone to the club he can say meeting you was exactly what he needed. Tim did have to do some damage control during interviews when asked about the ‘mysterious girl’ he was seen exiting the club with that night.

Tim always said you were an old friend, he said he hadn’t even seen you since. That it was a huge coincidence that he even ran into you. That’s not true of course, Tim sees you every single day that he can. The days he doesn’t see you, he calls you any chance he can get. Never in his life has he felt so obsessed with somebody, so completely consumed. Sure the sex was great, but talking to you was so much better than any of that. In recent weeks Tim has been avoiding having sex with you, it’s not that he doesn’t want to he does. He just doesn’t want you to think that’s the sole reason he sticks around. Lily took it personally towards the end of their relationship when Tim would turn down sex. He just didn’t feel like it, at least not with her. That’s when he knew he needed to end the relationship.

Sometimes even private relationships are hard to maintain it would seem.

Of course there were a lot of tabloids who didn’t quite buy his “just an old friend” story, and wrote speculative articles as to who you were. The two of you found it quite entertaining to read the theories, and to watch the fans unravel because who the hell are you?? Are you and Tim dating?? No you’re probably just family, oh my gosh but are you just family?? It was hilarious, in a cruel sort of way. Tim worried at first, made sure you weren’t too overwhelmed with all this attention on you even though the paparazzi didn’t even get a picture of your face. When you took him home from the club you had no clue Tim was internationally famous, he feels like maybe he should have told you before you fucked in the nightclub bathroom. You seemed intrigued by his career and the films he’d been in, he found that endearing. When the two of you first started seeing each other more often you’d told him you were going to watch every single movie he’d ever been in. Turns out you’re a woman of your word, because you then proceeded to watch every single movie he had ever starred in. Even briefly.

Tim’s dad was never super inquisitive about his sons dating life, if it was someone Tim really saw a future with then he knew Tim would bring her by sooner or later. However you seemed to be something Tim remained very tight lipped about. Tim almost never mentioned you, and he always changed the subject if his dad questioned him about this mystery women who seems to have captured his sons attention. Tim really doesn’t know why his desire to keep you a complete secret to everyone is so strong, but he feels like he needs to keep you a secret. So when Tim’s phone rang and he saw his fathers contact for the 3rd time today, he grew nervous and nearly declined the call.

“Bonjour fils,” “Hello son.” His father greets cheerfully, but Tim knows better. He knows something is up. “Dad, comment vas-tu?” “Dad, how are you?” Tim wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans as the dark clouds begin to gather together overhead. “I am well, but I do have a question for you.” His accent is thick, but Tim is used to it. It’s not the accent he’s focused on anyway. Tim’s parents become inquisitive only when they know Tim is hiding something important from them which is almost never. The silence on the other end of the phone is unnerving. “La fille, who is she?” Tim falls silent, he’s not entirely surprised this is the question his father needed to ask him right this moment. Tim itches the back of his neck as rain begins to drizzle down, Tim takes this opportunity to abort the call. “Dad? Dad? Sorry I can’t hear you.” Tim says, before faking a bad signal and hanging up. He feels guilty but he’s not ready to answer his dads question.

He was supposed to be walking to your small condo today, but clearly the rain has other plans as Tim stands a porch soaked to the bone.

Normally Tim would drive but his car is too easily recognizable and it’s easier for him to disguise himself when he’s walking. His teeth chatter as his phone rings, he’s not at all surprised when he sees your name pop up on the screen. “Tim where are you? You’re going to get sick out there.” Your voice is thick with concern. It makes the corners of Tim’s mouth quirk up. Checking the closest street sign Tim signs, “still a few blocks away.” He says but is cut off when he hears your keys rattling. Seeing the streets flowing with a few inches of water as the rain begins to downpour, Tim’s voice is a little more worried than he intended when he spoke again. “No it’s way too dangerous for you to drive.” He protests but when he hears your front door shut he knows arguing with you is pointless. Tim slides his phone back into his pocket when he sees a bolt of lightning flash across the sky, luckily it should only take you a few minutes to reach him.

With a flash of your headlights, Tim jogs to the passenger side of your car.

His teeth are chattering hard and his wet hair clings to his forehead. There’s a healthy shade of rosy pink on his cheeks as he shudders when the heat hits him. “If you get sick I’m going to feel so bad for making you walk.” You begin your eyes glancing over at him during the short drive back to your place. Tim reaches over the center console, his ice cold hand finding yours as he squeezes once. “D-Don’t worry ab-bout it. I’ll be f-fine.” His voice is shaky as the shattering interrupts him. You wrap your tiny but warm hand around his as the rain pounds against the windshield. You can barely see. You don’t believe that he’ll be fine, and if he gets sick his director is going to be pissed. You pull into the garage at your house, and rush him inside.

“Clothes off!” You exclaim as the two of you enter your kitchen. Tim raises an eyebrow at you, a playful smile on his face as he reaches for the button of his wet jeans. “Because they’re wet.” You sigh when he waggles his eyebrows at you. He shrugs with a wide grin on his face as you turn to get some of his clothes he’s left here from the laundry room. When you return to the kitchen, you nearly have to squeeze your thighs together at the sight before you. Tim is standing in nothing but his boxers, a towel over his head as he dries his hair. Droplets of water run down his toned chest and along his v lines. His eyes are closed as he pulls the towel away from his tousled damp strands. Tim’s eyes open and he smirks when he sees you, obviously letting your eyes trail down his body. “Can I have my clothes or are you going to stand there and check me out some more?” He teases, loving how your face blooms in a dark crimson blush. You release your vise grip on his clothes and hand them to him, your cheeks blushing even hotter when he sends a wink your way.

You felt arousal rush through your body as you watched Tim yank his shirt over his head.

Tim rolls his eyes playfully after he pulls on a pair of sweatpants and he sees you still gawking at him. He approaches you and presses a quick kiss to your lips before running his hands down your arms. While the two of you aren’t technically together, you do everything a couple does. Tim knows he could ask you and you’d say yes, but even that feels risky. It makes his chest close when he thinks about it, what you two have now is safe. It’s familiar. “Drink and movie?” He asks and you nod with a smile, moving to choose a movie as Tim heads into the kitchen to make drinks. You both feel comfortable getting a little tipsy, it’s obvious he’s going to be spending the night tonight. Even if it wasn’t raining he’d probably spend the night anyway. Tim spends more nights here than he does at his own apartment. You look through the movies, a heaviness in your chest. Why won’t he ask you to be his girlfriend? You know how you feel, you think you know how he feels. The way he acts, it seems like he really likes you.

Holding your movie choice in your hand you skip back down the stairs, seeing that Tim has set up the DVD player and is waiting on the couch.

“Whatcha pick babe?” Tim asks, popping an almond into his mouth as you kneel down to insert the disk. You smile but you don’t say anything as the DVD player reads the disk. The opening screen for ‘Call Me By Your Name’ comes on and you hear Tim groan. “It’s the only one of your movies I haven’t seen yet.” You smile as you snuggle into the couch next to him. Tim’s arm wraps around you as he keeps munching on the almond, watching the opening scene come on. “Yeah but this has sex scenes, you think I enjoy watching myself have fake sex?” Tim asks, discomfort on his face as you laugh. You reach over to take an almond from him, “I know I’ll sure enjoy it.” You smile and you feel his lips press against your head briefly. Your head rests against his chest as you take a sip of the drink he’s decided to make you. “Hm been forever since I had a gin and tonic.” You smile when you feel him squeeze you.

When you see Tim come onto the screen, you can’t help but gush over how cute he is.

“Oh Timmy! You’re so cute.” You squeal, loving how his cheeks tint pink at your complements. Tim only shakes his head at you as you continue to coo at the Tim on the screen, the only way he can get you to stop is to press his lips against yours for a short, sweet kiss. As the movie continues, you can’t stay focused. It’s not the movie, it’s a really good movie and you’re certain it’s become one of your favorites. No it’s not that it’s a bad movie, it’s the stupid adorable boy sitting next to you. You’re tired of the two of you dancing around what you really want to be, you don’t know what he’s still waiting for. Your cheek presses into his chest as you only half watch the movie. You take another big drink of your gin and tonic before resting against Tim again. Almost as though he can read your thoughts Tim pauses the movie and sits up to look at you. “What is it?” He asks, turning to sit in front of you, his legs folded. You blink as innocently as you can, but when you see the look in his eyes you know you can’t beat around the bush any longer.

“I really like you Tim, I want to be with you...it just feels like you don’t want that too.” You admit, your eyes not meeting his as you stare down at the couch. You hear a deep sigh come from Tim before he takes your hands, his thumbs rubbing along the backs of your hands. Tim reaches forward to hook a finger under your chin to bring your eyes up to meet his. He was afraid he’d make you feel this way, he never meant to. He wants you more than you could ever understand. “I want that, more than I could ever put into words. I guess I’m just afraid that if we go there, what we have will change. I don’t want this to change or to become the ‘medias’ relationship rather than our relationship.” Tim says softly, and your eyebrows pinch together.

“What do you mean?” You ask him, your hands curling around his tighter, and you see him nibble on the inside of his cheek. “When I dated Lily, she always wanted us to act a certain way for the camera. Or maybe I just felt like we needed to be different for the medias eyes. It was so much work always having to be careful about what I did with her or said to her because there were eyes on us all the time. What I have with you makes me feel so free, I don’t want that to change. I don’t want us to be poisoned by the media.” Tim says, and you can tell a huge weight has been lifted from his chest by him saying this. Your hands reach up to cup his cheeks as you pull his lips to meet yours.

“That won’t ever happen to us. We’ll be careful about the media, we’ll keep this a secret.” You reassure him as you crawl into his lap. You see the look of fear on his face beginning to melt away as he winds his arms tightly around your waist. Tim’s forehead presses firmly against yours, “so do you really want to do this, with me?” He asks and you know he isn’t joking. He’s being dead serious. You wind your arms around his neck with a smile on your face as you brush your nose against his. “I want to be yours.” You whisper and he smiles before he stands, with your legs wound around his waist. “Then be my girlfriend.” Tim whispers and instead of answering you press your lips firmly against his. He carries you up the stairs, his lips beginning to move more frantically against yours. His hands slide down your back to grab at your ass, causing you to gasp into his mouth.

He drops you unceremoniously onto the bed, his hands immediately sliding up to hook into your sleep shorts you have on. Tim’s lips pepper kisses along your collarbones and neck. Your back arches into him as you card your fingers through his damp hair, still mostly wet from the rain. Tim pulls your shorts down your legs slowly and groans softly when he sees you’re not wearing panties. He kisses his way down to the swells of your breasts. You start to lean up to remove your tank top but Tim reaches up and grabs your shirt between his hands before yanking, splitting the fabric in half. You moan as he does so, immediately pulling his head down to your chest. Tim chuckles against your skin as you arch against him, whining as his right hand slides between your bodies to toy with your clit. “God Tim,” You moan, your voice broken as you wriggle your hips against his hand. Tim’s lips latch to your nipple as he slides 2 fingers into your wet opening.

You spread your thighs wider for him as his teeth gently sink into your nipple causing you to cry out. Tim begins to quickly pump his fingers into you while whispering dirty words into the skin of your breasts. “Gonna cum all over my fingers baby?” His voice is husky and you can’t offer more than a frantic nod as he scissors his fingers open to stretch you. “Fuck Tim!” You cry out, your fingers curling around your bed sheets as he crawls down your body to latch his lips to your clit. He sucks your clit into his mouth to flick it with his tongue and as he does so you explode around his fingers but he doesn’t stop. Your eyes roll back as he continues to pleasure you, the overstimulation becoming too much. As you feel your orgasm approaching a second time Tim bites gently at your clit and it’s like a switch flips inside you, and you squirt all over him.

Your chest is heaving as Tim pulls away, quite literally covered in your cum. You blush hard as he wipes his face, his pupils dilated as he gazes down at you with a lustful smile. “Fuck baby you’ve never squirted before, you’re so sexy.” Tim growls as he leans down to press his lips against yours again, to try and kiss away your embarrassment. You feel the head of his cock nudging against your entrance and you immediately part your thighs wider to make room for him between your legs. “Mine?” Tim asks, his eyes soft as one of his hands reaches up to brush hair away from your face. “Yours.” You confirm, nuzzling your nose against his as he slowly pushes into you. With one languid thrust Tim slides all the way inside you, and you both gasp in pleasure. You press a hand to his hip to hold him deep inside you. Tim’s forehead presses against yours as he sits still inside you, “L’amour de ma vie.” He mutters, his French rolling smoothly off his lips. You smile as you press your lips to his, even though you don’t know what it means you’re sure it means something beautiful.

Tim pulls his hips back and gently slides back into you, and you see starts when he hits that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Tim continues to slide sensually and gently into you before drawing his hips back and driving into you softly again. Your forehead stays pressed against his as both of you pant into each others mouths as you feel your high coming up on you again. “I’m gonna cum baby,” You cry out softly as you grab and claw at his shoulders. Tim continues his slow and steady pace, his lips finding the skin of your neck. With a few more swift thrusts into you, you come undone around his cock. Feeling you squeeze him Timothee groans, cumming inside you in gentle spurts.

Tim pulls out of you with a wince before rolling onto his back beside you. “What did it mean?” You ask as you turn your head to look at him. A cheeky smile crosses onto his face as he presses a kiss to your lips. “Maybe learn some French and you’ll know.” He teases and you roll your eyes as you hop up from the bed. Tim smiles as he pushes off the bed, “come on! We still haven’t finished the movie!” Your excited little voice calls from downstairs and Tim smiles while shaking his head. He doesn’t even bother to put his clothes on, you didn’t.

You really are the love of his life.

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villa-kulla · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review

Tagged by @fontainebleau22, thanks for the tag, sorry for the delay!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

26 at the moment.

2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

722 309. I’d have thought it would be more considering how long some of mine seem to get, although looking at other people’s answers to this meme, I guess 26 isn’t really a huge number!

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

My first fic ever was a little Lord of the Rings experiment for an exchange thing. But my first proper dip into writing for a fandom would have been Breaking Bad, where I wrote for a couple of years before it felt like my ideas had run their course. Then there was a Kingsman fic, and then Mag7 where - similarly to BrBa - wrote feverishly for a couple years until it felt like the well had been plumbed. Oh yeah and then jumped into the Marvel fandom to drop one Marvel fic before immediately jumping back out lol.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

So the Marvel fic has officially just become my most kudoed fic, which is kind of hilarious considering it was a SUEZ! CANAL! FIC! But in my opinion, a good one lol. So yeah, it would be 1. The SamBucky Suez Canal fic, 2. The Kingsman soccer AU, 3. Desert Sand, 4. Chisolm’s 7, and 5. Blue Devils. That last one surprises me, but I guess it was an early one for the fandom, so I think it became an automatic read.

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

I do! It’s possible I’ve missed some here and there, but generally I try to get them all.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t think any of them! While my fics definitely include angst, ideally it’s still in a fun way, or at minimum, bittersweet? I don’t generally want the last taste in a reader’s mouth to be angst. ALTHOUGH. I really really wanted to include an epilogue to the selkie fic that’s kind of angsty. Basically the story would end, but then many years later we’d see an old man get off a bus on the coastal road, carrying a suitcase. He’d be wearing a suit, clearly back from many years travelling. He’d walk to the coast, back over a hill where there’d once been a little fishing cottage, long since torn down. He’d walk down to the beach and into a little cove where he’d kneel by the water he knew better than anyone. Opening the suitcase he’d take out a box which he’d then empty into the ocean, ashes spreading across the water. He’d take out a folded bundle of cloth and wrap it around his shoulders. Then he’d dive into the water, disappearing into the waves, leaving nothing but an empty suitcase behind him, and a folded pile of clothes.

I loved that ending but I’m still not 100% sure if it was keeping in tone with the actual ending, so I left it out. Maybe one day I’ll go and add it as en extra chapter snippet.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t know if I’d call them ‘crossovers’ exactly, although I did stick Goody and Billy into a Some Like it Hot ‘jazz band on a train’ situation, and I also did a Breaking Bad one that used some elements of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Those feel more like ‘AUs’ though. I like situational crossovers, but I’ve never been super into fics where characters from different fandoms actually interact.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully not. The most off-putting comment I’ve gotten was someone who - despite being very complimentary - decided to make a full-on laundry list all the anachronisms in a chapter lmao, like what. Stuff like "interesting that this character used this expression when XYZ would only been invented 10 years later!” etc. I’m positive they didn’t realize how it came off, but still, that was kind of hilarious in its.....obliviousness lol. It was special.

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

I do. And I guess I’ve done the full spectrum of ‘fade to black’ to ‘describe every bead of sweat in pearlescent detail’. It really depends on what the fic calls for! I’ve done some I’m quite proud of tbh, but there are others I’d like to go back and have another stab at, just because they felt kinda cookie-cutter.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

There’ve been a couple! I can’t remember which ones specially, but I had some people asking to translate some Breaking Bad ones, and I think a Mag7 one too. I remember someone messaging to ask permission like “We love your fics in Russia!” and that was a very sweet and wild thing to hear.

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

Yes, I wrote one with @yoporkchopsandwiches! Our Victorian opium dens Breaking Bad AU lol. I was just thinking of that recently actually and remembering how fun it was to read what the other wrote! We plotted out most of it together, and then took turns writing chapters or scenes. But of course while writing you come up with other details or ideas, so we’d then present the new chapter to the other with all the new bits added. And it was so fun to read what the other came up with like ‘omg no way didn’t see that coming/good idea!’ and then picking up their idea from there. In that sense it was almost like improv but for writers.

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

That I’ve written? I think I’ve had the most fun with Goodnight/Billy, partly for the time period, partly for the dynamic, but mostly for the plausibility. While I really enjoyed writing BrBa, it felt more like it came from enthusiasm for the show, not the central ship lol. Don’t get me wrong, the chemistry and its potential was extremely fun to write in a fic setting, but I don’t find I actually shipped it while watching the show itself. Whereas it’s been nice with Mag7 to write for a ship that’s actually....more believable lol.

14. What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ugh I can’t beLIEVE I have an unfinished fic up on ao3 lol it haunts me. I was sure I was done with Goodnight/Billy, and then early quarantine last year I had a train robbers AU idea, so I posted a couple chapters. But I don’t think my heart was super in it, I was more just messing around with the idea. I don’t want to delete it, but I’m also not super motivated to finish it haha, but we’ll see what happens. But tbh I like the poem summary better than the fic itself:P

15. What are your writing strengths?

Plotting, keeping things moving, and making stories feel visual maybe? They’re almost all movies in my head anyways, so I think I have good instincts for ‘cinematic moments’.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I’m a little lazy, and also ‘end-product oriented’. In some ways it’s helpful to picture the whole fic before you write it, but sometimes it results in some scenes feeling slightly slapdash because I’m just trying to get them out to move onto the next. Like ‘everyone did everything I wanted to in this scene? Great, next.’ I could stand to ‘stop and smell the roses’ more while I write, and actually see what else I can do to improve a scene.

(also if I use a word once it sticks in my head I end up using it like 5 other times in a scene and don’t notice lol, I need to stop that)

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

All for it! Depends how it’s done though. I personally find long scenes of dialogue where you have to constantly jump down to the author’s notes for the translations to be distracting. I like when it’s integrated more naturally where actual translations aren’t super important. Like in River Grit, Billy overhears this little exchange between Goodnight and his childhood nanny:

“Ah c’est vrai, mon petit Bonsoir! J’en peux pas le croire!” she cried out and laughed as she embraced Goody. Billy realized with a start that he actually recognized one of the words: ‘Bonsoir’. Goodnight. (insert brief flashback of Goody teaching him the nickname) / “Ma Serafine,” Goodnight said with a laugh. “C’est vrai que tu ne vieillis pas. Tu vas me rendre jaloux, heh?” / Billy had no idea what Goodnight was saying, but he sure as hell recognized Goodnight’s tone for flattery, and it was confirmed when the old woman laughed and smacked his arm.

What they’re actually saying is: “Oh it’s true, my little Goodnight! I can’t believe it!” / “My Serafine, it’s true you never age. You’re going to make me jealous”. But it doesn’t matter because this fic is from Billy’s POV so it’s about how he experiences the language around him, which is why I wouldn’t have included a translation for the reader. If you understand it then it’s a bonus, but the words themselves aren’t really the point!

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

That lil Lord of the Rings fic.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Hmm for Mag7 I’ve always liked River Grit and love how it turned out. I also think Ashes feels very complete as a fic and I liked the flashback format. And while it’s not my favourite fic, in hindsight I’m impressed with the Kingsman football fic and how I had to write about 5 different soccer games and make them all feel different and exciting, and not just some variation of ‘He kicked the ball!’ I’m really pleased with how those sequences all turned out.

La fin! Not tagging anyone this time, but please feel free to do this if you see it! I love when people just take initiative to do these things without waiting for a tag (also please tag me in it if you do, ‘cause I love reading these things lol)

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before-we-get-started · 3 years

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Summary: Colin Shea and his band Rock the Cradle are finally making it big - until something unexpected happens. When he meets a girl that makes him reconsider his player ways, he thinks his life may be coming together, until she blows it apart.

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. I do not own the character of Colin Shea; the rest are my original characters. By reading beyond this point, you understand the disclaimers as posted.

Chapter Three

“Colin? Colin? You with me, man?”

He stirred, then became aware of intense pain in his back and neck. He let out a moan.

“There he is.”

He recognized Kevin’s voice. He slowly opened his eyes, his head pounding as he focused on the light. “What the hell?”

“It’s ok man, you’re gonna be ok. You scared the shit out of us.”

“Kevin!” Colin’s mom scolded him as she sat at the edge of his bed, holding his hand.

“Hi Honey, dad and I are here.”

“What happened?”

“We nailed the razzle dazzle but you got taken out,” said Kevin. “Landed on your head, which for you shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but it knocked you out. We lost you for a minute. Heart stopped and everything. Spencer got you back.”

Colin groaned. “Oh no, tell me he didn’t kiss me.”

“Look, when you’re dead, does it really matter? The guy saved your life. If mouth-to-mouth was involved, so be it.”

“Aah, gross!”

“Colin, for heaven’s sake, we’re just glad you’re still with us,” said his mom, smoothing the hair back from his forehead.

“You really did scare the shit out of us son,” said his dad, his mom slapping at dad’s hand for the profanity.

Their conversation was interrupted as a young nurse entered the room. “Mr. Shea, glad to have you back.”

Even severely concussed and in pain, Colin was on the prowl. “Are you here for my sponge bath? I can make everyone disappear,” he said with a crooked smile.

The nurse rolled her eyes. “We have a special nurse that takes care of those. I’ll have her paged. Her name is Agnes, she’s wonderful, been doing this for 50 years-“

Colin’s dad let out a belly laugh.

“That’s ok,” he said, all the cockiness gone. “I’ll just get some rest.”

“Right,” she said with a grin. She adjusted the IV bag on the stand next to his bed, wrote his vitals on the board for the next nurse and left the room.

Colin closed his eyes, then quickly opened them, springing up from the bed. He grabbed his throbbing head. “Dude, what time is it, we’re gonna be late!” He pulled the blanket away and tried to swing his legs over the side of the bed. Kevin stopped him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, lay back down. You’re not going anywhere.” His mother pulled the blanket back up to cover him.

“We’re gonna be late! We can’t miss this!” Colin said as he tried again to sit up.

“Colin, just lay down. We’re not going to be late. It’s ok.”

Colin laid his arm over his forehead and closed his eyes. “How long do we have? We’re supposed to be there at 6.”

Kevin chuckled at his bedside while he saw sadness in his mom’s eyes.

“What’s so funny?” said Colin.

“It’s Thursday. You lost three days, dude.”

He laid still for a second, considering what Kevin had said. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah. You’ve been out for three days. You took a hard hit. That Jordan dunk was worth it though, huh?”

Colin groaned. “No, no, no!” He rubbed his forehead and groaned again. “I can’t believe this. We’ll never get this chance again.”

“The producer said he’d try to get back with us but he was headed to L.A. for the next few months. He wished us luck. Look, all that matters is that you’re ok.”

His mother patted his hand. “Colin, it’s ok, just rest. The most important thing is that you’re ok and that you heal.”

“Damn,” Colin muttered under his breath. He’d been trying to gather his thoughts since waking up, everything still foggy. He remembered walking to the basketball court. He remembered their opponents asking for a best-of-3 game. He even remembered he was wearing his favorite Celtics t-shirt. And he remembered her.

“Kevin, were there any girls at the court? Watching the game?”

“Good Lord Colin, are you ever not thinking about girls?” said his dad.

“No, no, I just keep thinking about this girl. Chestnut hair, chocolate eyes, really sexy legs. Was she there watching us?”

“Nope,” said Kevin, popping the p. “No chocolate-eyed girls. In fact, no girls at all. A total sausage fest.” This earned Kevin one more smack from Colin’s mom.

Colin closed his eyes and rubbed them, sighing. His band had missed their shot and a beautiful brunette that he wasn’t sure existed was living rent-free in his brain. It was all too much.

“Alright man, I’m out of here. Glad you’re alive. The band would suck without a lead guitarist,” said Kevin.

“Good to know how much I mean to you,” said Colin, gripping his hand in their special handshake. “Thanks Kevin.”

Kevin walked out as Colin’s mom fluffed his pillow behind his head. All he could do was close his eyes and drift off, hoping to escape all the disappointment breaking his heart.

“You’re moving great, girlfriend.”

Cori grinned at her mother’s encouragement as she stepped out onto the patio. It had been three months since she’d stepped off the curb into the path of a cab. Fortunately the driver had been slowing already, so when he hit her, the impact could’ve been worse. As it was, the impact had caused her heart to stop. An ambulance two lanes over had responded and gotten her to the hospital in minutes, and they’d shocked her and brought her back. She’d broken an ankle and a wrist and suffered a severe concussion. She’d been unconscious for nearly a week. Her recovery had been steady, her parents welcoming her into her old room and nursing her back to health.

She sat down under the umbrella at the patio table, lifting her bad leg onto the ottoman. Her mother brought lemonade for them both, sitting down next to her.

“You look wonderful honey,” her mother said, covering her hand. “I’m so thankful you’ve recovered so well.” She stared down at the table, then raised her eyes to Cori.

“I think we need to talk.”

“Sure,” said Cori, sipping the lemonade.

“About that day, I mean.”

Cori swallowed hard. She knew this conversation was coming. “I don’t remember much,” she said.

“I don’t want to talk about what happened. I want to talk about why.” She patted Cori’s hand.

“Mom –“

“Corinne,” she said sternly. “The counselor said part of your healing is assessment and accountability.”

Cori rolled her eyes and her mother gently slapped her hand.

“You and I both know you were going through a lot when this happened. You had lost so much. Dad and I should’ve paid more attention. We should’ve seen the signs.” Her voice broke and she wiped at a tear on her cheek.

“Mom,” said Cori, leaning forward to comfort her. “Please. Look, I’ll admit I wasn’t exactly a ray of sunshine before the accident. I was struggling with all of it. But Mom, I wouldn’t ever try to – you know –“

Her mom slid her chair closer and wrapped her arms around her. “Of course not, honey. We both know that despite everything, you have so much to live for.”

“I do,” she said, but the confidence was gone from her voice.

“Corinne. You have always been my happy child. You sang loudest in the choir, you were the cheerleader with the biggest smile, your pirouettes were full of energy – those other girls in dance couldn’t begin to turn the way you did. How many times have I walked in on you singing at the top of your lungs into your hair brush or heard you laughing like crazy at ‘Friends.’”

“Mom –“

“I’m just saying,” she continued, “you don’t need a guy to be your happiness. Sure, it’s wonderful to have companionship. But you are intelligent and fun and caring, sweet and loving. There is someone out there for you, and I’m sorry Matthew made you take a detour. But before you find the right one, you have to be sure you know who you are.”

Her mom was definitely starting to sound like the counselor. “Ma, you’re exactly right. I made the mistake of trusting two people with my happiness and they let me down. And despite everything, even though I’ve had these challenges, I know I have my whole life ahead of me and I’m ready to start this adventure again.”

Her mom looked at her, not completely buying what Cori was selling.

“Mom! I mean it! Look, what happened to me scared the absolute crap out of me. I know I’m lucky to have survived. But I did for a reason – there are obviously things I haven’t done yet.” Isn’t that what he told me before he kissed me?

Finally her mother smiled. “That’s the Cori I know and love,” she said softly. “You took several years off your dad’s and my lives kiddo. All we want is for you to be happy. We want you to have everything you want.” She squeezed Cori’s hand. “Promise me you’ll concentrate on being happy and having fun and not worry about what you think society expects from you.”

She let loose with another eye roll.

“Cori, seriously. You’ll find someone and marry when the time is right. I promise you you’ll know when you’ve found the right one.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Uh, spoken by the one who married her high school sweetheart,” she said with a smirk.

“Hey, I can’t help it if Mr. Right took me to my senior prom. But I sure knew he was the one,” she said with a wink.

“Did someone call my name?” Her dad walked out onto the patio, passing Cori a bottle of beer.

“Oh brother,” she said as her dad leaned down to kiss her mom’s cheek. She loved that they were still so much in love. Could there really be that type of romance out there for her somewhere?

“We were just discussing Cori’s fresh start,” said her mom, “and all she has to look forward to.”

“You’ve always been full of joy, Princess,” said her dad. “Your future’s so bright…”

“Don’t!” Cori groaned.

“You’re gonna need shades,” her mom and dad said in unison, laughing loudly at themselves.

“What’s so funny?” her sister asked, carrying out some snacks.

“NOT mom and dad,” said Cori, and they laughed even louder.

They munched and chatted and Cori felt a calm she hadn’t in some time. She was blessed with a loving family and all the support in the world. Even as she worked through the noises crowding her brain, she had the people she needed around her.

Listening to them talking, Cori closed her eyes. At some point she’d love to talk about what happened after the accident, but her memory was still so sketchy. She remembered taking the elevator down from her office, pressing herself up against the glass on the crowded sidewalk, even stopping on the corner and pushing the button to get the crossing light. But that’s where it ended. Her next memory was in the hospital, her mother stroking her hand and her father standing next to her bed.

She let out a sigh. She’d dodged a bullet, that was for sure. She was so lucky to be alive. She swore she could remember the feeling of being brought back to life, the power surging through her.

And then, as she remembered the feeling of electricity, the flash of a face – beautiful blue eyes, spiky blonde hair, firm biceps and pecs and a Celtics t-shirt. As quickly as the memory was there, it was gone. She guessed it must be someone she’d seen at the hospital, or maybe on the street before she was hit.

“What are you grinning about?” her mother said, interrupting the thought.

She smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know!”

She helped her mother clear their dishes and then packed up leftovers for her sister. After hugging her goodbye, she said good night to her parents and showered, covering her casts with a bag, then crawled into bed with a book. She finished only a few pages before sleep claimed her, the book sliding down the covers.

In her dreams, she could see the turquoise water so clearly. She was naturally drawn to it. The water was so blue and still, the sky golden. She’d almost made it but then he was there. Suddenly there were blue eyes and his lips were pressed to hers in a passionate kiss, a jolt of electricity stunning her body.

She jumped from under the covers, bracing herself with her good arm. She fully expected to see still water when she looked over the side of the bed, but it was just her bedroom.

Who was he? And why was he there? There was no mistaking that the kiss was delicious. She closed her eyes and hummed as she remembered it again. But where was she when she was kissing him? She hadn’t seen anyone since Matthew. There had been no one.

Those features were suddenly clear to her, the angled nose and chiseled jawline, with a few freckles across his high cheekbones. The thought of him took her breath away. She could remember the details but she couldn’t conjure the entire face. There was a silver chain, and a tattoo – were they words? – and Celtic green. As quickly as the memory was there, it was gone. The doctors had told her she may have snippets of memories from her entire life until the effects of the concussion healed. Wasn’t it her luck that she’d been kissed by a guy that was a figment of her imagination. It was a kiss for the ages, one she wouldn’t forget any time soon. She hoped thinking of it would give her courage as she stepped back into the world.

* * * *

“Here honey,” said Colin’s mom, adjusting the pillows behind his head on the couch. “Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?”

“Ma, thanks but I’m fine, I swear.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she said, straightening up things in the kitchen.

Colin was in a funk. Despite his doting mother and all her TLC, he was still down hard. For the last three months, he’d struggled to come to terms with what he’d lost. His dream of his band making it big was gone. It had taken weeks for his body to heal. He was moving better but there was still some pain. The horrible headache that was part of his severe concussion had finally lifted, but he was still in a fog.

The guys were getting restless, they wanted to start playing again. They’d been able to book some parties and a gig at one of their regular bars. He had two more weeks to get it together, make sure his guitar skills had returned to normal, and they’d start their quest again.

Only he just wasn’t feeling it. No matter how hard he tried, there was a gray cloud over his head. And then there was that girl. His memory was hazy, he tried so hard to remember her. Beautiful hair and eyes, with a sweet, heart-shaped mouth. And yet all he could remember was how sad she looked. She haunted his dreams every night and the memory would disappear. He didn’t know who she was or where she came from, or if she was even real. He only knew she was going to end it all if he hadn’t stopped her. How could someone so beautiful feel so sad that they didn’t want to exist anymore?

“Honey, you’re so deep in thought. Don’t you want to rest?”

“Ma, I really, really appreciate you taking care of me but I’m fine. Really.”

She sat down on the chair across from him and took a good look at him. “You look better,” she said. “And your appetite is back. All good signs.”

“So how about you go home and take care of dad for a while? I know he’s been missing you.”

She chuckled. “I’m not sure that’s true,” she said with a smile.

“Ok, well I know he’s missed your cooking,” he said.

“That is true,” she said, “and from the looks of his belly, he could afford to miss it for a

while.”

Colin laughed and his mother smiled at him. “That’s music to my ears,” she said. She walked over and sat on the edge of the couch, running her fingers over his hair. “You know, maybe you could think about bringing a nice girl home to us,” she said. “I could teach her how to cook all your favorites.”

“Ma-“

“I know, I know, you like to play the field. But really Colin, how about just finding a nice girl you can settle down with. And then you can start giving me grandbabies,” she said with a brilliant smile.’

“Come on Ma,” he said as she pinched his cheeks.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said.

“Shoot,” said Colin.

“I’ll go home and leave you be, but you have to promise you won’t overdo it. And you’ll eat what I left you and not order any crap until you’re better.”

He laughed again and sat up, wrapping her up in a hug. “You’re the best Ma ever, you know that, right?”

“Well, that’s because you’re my baby boy.”

He blushed as she ruffled his hair. “Ok, I’m out of here. I love you,” she said, kissing his cheek. “And I’m glad you’re still around to eat my lasagna.”

“Me too,” he said.

She made her way out of his apartment and he stared up at the ceiling. He had to return to the living. He forced himself off the couch and fought the urge to return to bed, grabbing his guitar. It had always been his solace. When he felt his lowest, he’d simply pound out a song and his mood would instantly improve. He strummed slowly, but his heart wasn’t in it. He set it down and laid back on the couch, curling up under a blanket and covering his head with a pillow. As he closed his eyes, he hoped she’d once again be there, so clear and yet not even a true memory.

Tomorrow was a new day. He’d try joining the living again tomorrow.

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Girl Almighty-Emmett Cullen-Chapter 4

Summary: When Bella Swan wrote her book about her life, she deleted two characters and put their significant others together. Jade Stanley, Jessica’s Identical Twin Sister, has been with Emmett Cullen for a year and a half before she even showed up. When Bella starts dating Edward, her life gets switched 180. Will she live by the end or will death do you part happen before they even get married?

Warnings: Cussing, Paranormal, Supernatural, Angst, Love, Bella-Bashing, Possible Smut

Words: 3940

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Emmett and I are standing in the parking lot of the school. Today Mr. Molina is having his junior classes go on a field trip to a Community College Greenhouse nearby. I didn’t want to go but my mom already signed Jessica and my permission slips. Emmett is skipping his first class of the day to spend a few more minutes with me since he won’t see me all day.

I play with his hand as he tells me about his fight with Ian yesterday. It wasn’t an actual fight. Emmett was winning at some video game they were playing when Ian smacked the controller out of his hand...breaking it.

“Esme was so…” Emmett pauses and raises an eyebrow.

“What?” I whisper.

“Bella just got asked to prom by Mike Newton.” He whispers with a small smirk.

I giggle and shake my head. “Of course she did.”

“Apparently, she’s going on a trip to Jacksonville. Non-refundable ticket.” He continues.

I roll my eyes. “Such a liar.”

“She told him to ask Jessica.”

“Oh, thank God.” I sigh, happily. “Hopefully he will. I’m tired of hearing about him so much.”

“Alright, come on everyone! I need your slips and you need to get on a bus!” Mr. Molina calls out.

I sigh and look up at Emmett. He smirks slightly and cups my neck, leaning down toward me. I lean up on my tip toes to meet him in the middle. The kiss would have lasted longer if my sister didn’t call for me.

“Jade, come on! I’m saving you a seat!”

I pull away and sigh. “I’ll see you after?”

“I’ll be waiting.” He kisses my forehead before patting my hip.

I shake my head and walk away from him, feeling my cheeks getting warm. I hand Mr. Molina my permission slip before getting on the bus. I see my sister in the back so I walk down the aisle toward her. I sit in the seat with her, us both knowing that Mike will sit with Eric. I’m not excited about this ride.

I watch as Mr. Molina is demonstrating the compost machine and I start laughing as Tyler gets yelled at for trying to drink the compost tea. I yelp as I’m pulled backward by the hood of my jacket. I lose my footing because of it and almost fall backward...until the person lets go of my hood and puts their COLD hands on my back, causing me to shiver.

“What, Edward?” I ask, turning around, knowing it was him.

“Come with me.”

He then grabs my wrist and pulls me forward so I’m walking ahead of the compost table, towards the rest of the kids. I pull on my wrist but he just tightens his grip. I clench my jaw at the small amount of pain. There’s going to be a bruise if he doesn’t snap my wrist first. Emmett is going to be pissed! He finally lets go of my arm when he slows his steps.

“What’s in Jacksonville?” I hear Edward ask from in front of me.

I raise an eyebrow and look around him to see Bella looking at some of the plants.

“How did you know about that?” She asks, glancing at him.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Edward tilts his head.

“You haven’t answered any of mine. You won’t even say hello.” She comments.

“Hello.” He smartly says.

“And how did you stop that van?” She finally turns around to look at him, not noticing me.

“Adrenaline rush. Very comment. Google it.” He shrugs, nonchalantly.

“Do I have to be here?” I ask, walking around him.

“Yes.” He says while Bella says, “No.”

“Great.” I turn around but he grabs my arm and pulls me back.

Bella rolls her eyes and looks up at Edward. “Floridians. That’s what’s in Jacksonville.”

She turns around to storm off but she stumbles over the irrigation hose. Edward lets go of my arm to steady her and clenches his jaw.

“It helps if you actually watch where you’re going.” He growls softly.

She shrugs him off her and starts walking while Edward and I follow, keeping her pace.

“I know I’ve been rude, but it’s for the best.” He says.

Before she can comment, he turns and walks past me as my sister runs up. Him leaving causes me to be standing right next to her.

“Guess who just asked me to prom!” She says excitedly, causing Bella to smile.

“Seriously?” I ask, squealing slightly.

She nods fast and I pull her in for a hug. “I’m so happy for you!”

She happily hugs back and giggles.

“Thanks!” She pulls from the hug and looks at Bella as we all continue to walk. “I totally thought Mike was going to ask you, Bella. Is it gonna be weird?”

“No way.” Bella shakes her head. “Zero weirdness. You guys are great together.”

“I know, right?” Jessica says, smiling so wide her face might split in half.

She then turns and runs toward Angela. Bella looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” I ask.

“Why are you…” She stops when Edward walks up behind us.

“Bella, it would be better if we weren’t friends.” He says, looking down at her as we walk out of the greenhouse.

“Too bad you didn’t figure that out earlier.” She says, snapping slightly. “You could have let the van crush us and saved yourself all this regret.”

“You think I regret saving you?” He snaps, leaving me out of it.

“I know you do.” She says, stopping beside the bus.

“You don’t know anything!” He says, furiously.

“Edward…” I try to speak up but his head snaps toward me.

I bite my lip and look down, clenching my fists angrily, not wanting to start a fight. I suddenly feel super calm a few seconds before a hand rests on my lower back. I glance to my right to see Alice is standing beside me, meaning Jasper is standing behind us. The only reason he probably put his hand on my back was to let me know he was there. He doesn’t have to touch me for his powers to work.

Discreetly, I reach back and pat his hand, meaning thank you. He opens and closes his hand before removing it. Alice looks at Edward before she speaks.

“The bus is leaving.” Alice then smiles softly at Bella. “Hi! Will you be riding with us?”

“No.” Edward shakes his head. “Our bus is full.”

He then smacks the bus window and walks up the stairs when the door opens. Alice sighs and follows him up. Taking a step around me, Jasper looks at me.

“Are you…”

Before he can finish, Bella grabs my arm and pulls me toward her bus. What’s with everyone pulling me places?! I glance back at Jasper with my bottom lip pushed out in a small pout. He smirks slightly before shrugging as if saying, ‘what can I do?’

I glare at him playfully before walking around the front of the bus to get on with Bella.

I get off the bus and glance around the parking lot for my vampire. He’s leaning against his Jeep, talking with Rosalie. I slip my bag over my shoulders and take off in his direction. When I get a few steps away, he quickly turns and catches me in his large arms as I jump lightly. I laugh and wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“I missed you.” He whispers in my ear, holding me close.

“I missed you! I was so bored.” I whine slightly.

He chuckles and kisses my cheek before putting me down. I put my hands on his chest when I get lowered causing Rosalie to raise an eyebrow.

“What happened to your wrist?” She points.

Looking down, I see my jacket had slipped up my arm a little. I roll my eyes and sigh.

“Edward.” I state.

“What did he do?” Emmett growls slightly.

He gently picks up my hand to take a look at the damage. I explain the whole story causing Emmett to shake his head.

“He needs to stop.” Ian speaks up. “Just because you’re hum...you’re you, doesn’t mean he can push and pull you around.”

“It’s getting on my damn nerves.” Emmett agrees. “His singer is Bella. He needs to leave you alone. I thought I told him to back off. Guess I’ll have to talk to him again.”

“I’ll join you.” Ian says, cracking his neck slightly.

“Speaking of the devil, she’s coming over.” Rosalie whispers.

I glance to the side to see Bella walking over toward us with a smile on her face. Stopping beside Emmett, she fixes her jacket slightly.

“Hey, Emmett. Can I talk to you privately?” She asks as sweetly as she can.

“We’re out.” Ian says, wrapping an arm around Rosalie’s waist.

They both glance at me before getting into Ian’s Chevy Camaro. Sighing, I look back at Bella as they pull out of the parking spot. She stares at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” I ask.

“I asked to talk to him privately.” She says as if it was so obvious.

“You’re point?” I ask with a blank face.

“Whatever you want to say to me, you can say to her.” Emmett says, slightly quoting himself from when we were at the hospital.

She shrugs slightly before looking at him again.

“Have you been working out?” She asks innocently, feeling his bicep.

“No?” He raises an eyebrow, removing his arm from her grasp.

“You look extra buff today.” She smiles softly, not caring about his movement.

“Thank you?” He says, glancing at me.

“Your hair also looks super soft today.” She reaches up to touch it.

He quickly moves his head out of the way as if her hand was on fire and steps backward with me still in his arms.

“Don’t touch him. Just get to the point.” I say, wanting to go home.

“What are you doing this weekend?” She asks, ignoring me.

“Jade and I are going to…” He starts.

“Nothing? Great. Um, I need help with my biology and I was wondering if you would tutor me?” She bites her lip. “Since you’ve already taken the class.”

“Did you hear him?” I move from his arms. “We’re going to…”

“I heard him. He said he wasn’t busy.” She looks at me.

“No, that’s what you wanted to hear.” I say, biting my cheek.

“Emmett, isn’t that what you said?” She looks back at him.

“No, Bella. It’s not.” He shakes his head, leaning against his Jeep again.

“Listen, Isabella, this sorry excuse for flirting you’re doing? It’s gonna stop.” I cross my arms.

“Or what?” She steps toward me, trying to seem tough.

“I’ll kick your ass. Emmett is my boyfriend, not yours.”

“Really? It seems like you're dating Edward more than Emmett.” She smirks slightly.

“Because Edward doesn’t want to be alone when he’s talking to your bitchy ass doesn’t mean shit. Leave Emmett alone, alright?” I say, not backing down.

“I can talk to whoever I want.” She shrugs.

“Except him.” I state. “You’re just trying to make Edward jealous. It’s not going to work.”

“I’m not trying to do anything.” She shakes her head.

“Yeah you are. He said it would be better if you weren’t friends, remember? So now you’re trying to hang around Emmett.”

“I just thought he and I could be friends. He seems cool.” She tries to say.

“He is but you know nothing about him to come to that conclusion.” I watch her.

She stutters for a second. “I know he...umm…”

“Exactly. Now back up and go home before we have a confrontation.” I step toward her. “I don’t give a shit that your dad is the Chief of Police.”

“You wouldn’t hit me.” She says, shocked.

“I’d leave if I were you, Bella.” Emmett smirks.

Bella’s eyes widen before looking at me again. “You’re a very controlling girlfriend.”

“I don’t care.” I shrug. “But it’s only when girls, like yourself, are throwing themselves at him. Especially ones that are trying to get into one of his brother's pants and try to be friends with him to get the chance.”

“I don’t want to get into Edward’s pants.” She says, offended.

“I didn’t say which brother this time, did I?” I smirk. “Go.”

She swallows her spit before turning around and walking to her car. I don’t move from my spot until I see her pull out of the parking lot. I look over my shoulder when I feel arms wrap around my waist.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” Emmett whispers in my ear.

I blush slightly with a smile and put my hands on his, which are laced at my stomach.

“She needs to learn not to touch what’s mine.” I comment.

“I am yours. The world will know it one day.” He says, kissing the back of my head. “Come on. Ian texted saying he wanted to hang out with us while Alice and Rosalie do something.”

“Sounds good to me!” I turn around.

“Wait.” He says, stopping me from walking.

I look at him as he takes my arm again and inspects my wrist. He shakes his head before letting me go. He then loosens his Cullen Crest bracelet taking it off his wrist. I watch him as he slides it over my own and tightens it slightly, making sure it doesn’t fall off. It covers the whole bruise. Looking into my eyes, he begins to speak.

“I don’t want your mom to see it. She might kill me.”

“But Emm, this is your Cullen Crest. I can find…” He kisses my lips to stop me from talking.

I blush as we pull away and look at him.

“You are a part of this family too. You deserve one before we get married.” He smirks slightly before walking me around his Jeep.

“Are you…”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He chuckles. “Just get your sexy ass in the car.”

I roll my eyes playfully before listening to him for once.

I take a sip of my Capri Sun that Esme bought me before sitting down on the couch. Ian begins talking about different movies we can watch.

“Jade here doesn’t watch movies.” Emmett says, sitting down.

Ian’s head snaps toward me with an offended look on his face.

“How can you not like movies? Not liking movies is not liking…” He thinks before pointing to Pip who is laying on the floor. “Not liking puppies.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them. I just get bored before I get to the end and turn them off.” I shrug.

“Endings are the best part!” Ian throws his hands out as if it was obvious.

“They’re so predictable. The guy gets the girl. The kid sees dead people and Darth Vader is Luke’s father…” I start but Ian cuts me off.

“Oh, right like you just so happened to guess the biggest cinematic reveal in history?” Ian raises an eyebrow.

“Vader in German means father. His name is literally Darth Father.” I nod, taking another sip of my drink.

“Huh.” He bites his lip. “So, you know German. Now I know why you don’t like fun things.”

“I like Emmett.” I smirk.

“Damn right she does.” Emmett chuckles, pulling me closer to him.

“I don’t need to know about your sexual escapades." Ian playfully shivers in disgust.

“Remember that time you were telling me about Rose…”

I start but Ian jumps toward me and covers my mouth.

“Shhh….She doesn’t…”

“IAN! WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?” Rosalie yells from upstairs. “Get your ass upstairs!”

Ian drops his head in defeat causing me to laugh.

“I hate you.” Ian teases slightly before rushing upstairs.

“Anyway!” I giggle and look at Emmett. “So my sister and our friends want to go to La Push tomorrow. I told them I’d go since I haven’t hung out with them in a while. That okay?”

I know I don’t have to ask his permission but it’s still polite to ask since he can’t come. After a few second pause, he nods.

“Sure baby. Just...Be careful.”

“I know you can’t go there so you’re going to have to find something to do without me.” I tease.

“Oh no! Whatever shall I do without my girlfriend?” He says in a mono-tone voice, putting his hand on his chest.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Die?”

“Probably.” He laughs. “At least I’ll have Pipsqueak.”

“Who said I was leaving him with you?” I raise an eyebrow playfully.

“Me. I need some part of you to keep me occupied.” He pats his lap, causing Pip to jump up and run over.

I shake my head, giggling. “He likes you more than he likes me.”

“Nah, I’m just the cool dad.” He picks him up.

“Dad, huh?”

“Yep and you’re his mom.” He smiles, kissing my cheek.

I blush and pet Pip whose tail wags happily.

It’s the next day and it’s freezing outside. I tried to get my sister and the others to reschedule but they really wanted to go today. I finish helping my sister get into her surfing suit before walking back over to Bella and Angela who are trying to stay warm inside of the van. Bella has on a heavy jacket while sharing a blanket with Angela.

“I keep thinking Eric’s going to ask me to prom, then he just...doesn’t.” Angela says, holding her camera close to her chest.

“You could ask him.” Bella says, causing Angela to shake her head. “Take control. You’re a strong independent woman.”

“I am?” She asks, softly.

“For once, I agree with Bella. You are.” I nod, stopping to lean next to the passenger door.

“Bella!” We hear.

I look over my shoulder to see three Quileute boys approaching. Bella smiles widely at one of them as he leans against the van next to her. The other two stand beside me, watching their friend. The one closest to me has shoulder length hair while the other one’s hair is longer than mine.

“Guys, this is Jacob Black.” She introduces us before looking at him again. “Are you stalking me?”

“You’re on my rez, remember?” Jacob chuckles. “You surfing?”

“Definitely not.” She shakes her head.

My sister walks over and grabs something from the van with a smirk.

“Keep her company. Her date bailed.” She teases.

“Woah...There’s two of you.” The one closest to me glances at me then at Jessica.

“Twins.” Jessica and I say at the same time, causing us to laugh.

Before he can speak again, Eric pops up out of nowhere.

“What date?”

“She invited Edward.” My sister teases.

“To be polite.” Bella shrugs, embarrassed.

I roll my eyes. Since I threatened her yesterday, she went back to bothering Edward.

“I think it’s nice she invited him. No one ever does.” Angela shrugs. “Even with Jade dating Emmett, they don’t ever hang out with us.”

“Because the Cullen’s are freaks.” Mike says, walking up.

My head snaps toward him causing him to back up.

“Sorry.” He swallows deeply. “Forgot you were here.”

“He’s right.” The boy farther away from me speaks up.

“You know them?” Bella asks.

“The Cullens don’t come here.” He says sharply.

“That doesn’t make them freaks.” I say, turning toward him.

“They are, though. They don’t ever hang out with anyone besides each other and you.” Mike shrugs, sticking up for the boy.

“You don’t hang out with anyone but us, does that make you a freak, Michael?” I say, stepping toward him.

“No but…”

“Then leave the Cullen’s name out of your mouth.” I snap, causing the boy next to me to wrap an arm around my waist.

He pulls me a few feet away from the group.

“Come on, let’s take a walk.” He whispers.

I let the boy pull me away but my glare doesn’t leave Mike until he looks away. I turn around and follow the boy down the beach for a few minutes. We both don’t know what to say. We’re walking in silence until he breaks it.

“I’m Embry, by the way.” He says, glancing at me. “I’m guessing you’re Jade?”

“I am. How could you tell?” I joke slightly.

“Well, they said Jade was dating a Cullen then you stuck up for them so…” He trails off.

I nod at his words. “That’s me.”

“You been dating him long?” He asks, stepping over a log before putting his hand out to me.

“Almost two years.” I say, taking his hand to step over the log as well.

“Gotcha.” He nods, letting my hand go.

“Who was that kid anyway?” I ask, putting my hands back in my pockets.

“That was Sam.” He informs me. “We have legends in our tribe and he takes them way too seriously.”

“Legends? What are they?” I raise an eyebrow.

“It’s just an old story Jacob’s dad tells everyone.” He shrugs. “Our tribe apparently descends from wolves.”

“Like ‘Full Moon Wolves’?” I ask.

“No.” He chuckles. “‘Shift at any time wolves’.”

“Oh. Gotcha.” I nod.

“The legend about the Cullens are...Well apparently they descend from this ‘enemy clan’ but they claimed to be different so we made a treaty with them.” He explains.

“But they just moved here.”

“Or just moved back.” Embry teases me.

I roll my eyes and giggle slightly. Fuck! Jacob is probably telling Bella the same story and I’m guessing from the way he was looking at her before...He’ll tell her everything she wants to know.

“And the treaty?” I continue the conversation as we walk.

“If they promised to stay off Quileute lands, we wouldn’t expose what they really were to the…” He gestures to me. “Pale-faces.”

I roll my eyes. “And Sam really believes this?”

He chuckles and nods. “Yeah. Almost everyone in our tribe does.”

“What a way to spread rumors.” I shake my head, stopping my footsteps. “Come on. Let’s get back before they think we ran away.”

Later that night, I’m sitting in the Cullen’s living room after revealing what Embry told me.

“And he just told you all of this?” Ian asks, raising an eyebrow.

I nod. “A kid named Sam was saying how you guys are freaks and don’t come onto their lands. So Embry told me the reason behind it…”

Carlisle sighs and nods. “It’s true…”

“Wait, Carlisle, we can’t tell her.” Esme says, speaking up.

“He already told her the legends, sweetheart. It’s different now.” Carlisle says before looking at me again. “We made a treaty with Ephraim Black that if we stick to being vegetarians and never harm a human or step on their lands, they will leave us alone.”

I nod at his words. “Wait, you said Black?”

“Yes.” He nods.

“That’s Jacob’s last name...The one that went on a walk with Bella. He was probably telling her the same story.” I glance around at everyone.

“Which means she’ll find out about us a lot sooner than we thought.” Emmett says, turning to look at his adopted father.

“Alice.” Carlisle turns to her.

She looks to the side and her eyes get a little glossy. “She didn’t find out from him. But she’s going to try another way. She just hasn’t picked it yet.”

“Great!” Rosalie snaps. “Just what we need. Bella snooping into our business even more.”

“There’s nothing we can do now...but wait…” Carlisle sighs.

Emmett and I glance at each other with straight faces. What are we going to do now?

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emerald-amidst-gold · 3 years

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Random fic ask! Is there a favorite scene that you are particularly proud of in your fics? If so, which one is it?

Hello, nony! Thanks for the ask! Rambling about my stories is on a whole different level than rambling about individual characters for me! It's like utilizing the rubber duck technique! :D

So, this took me a bit since I have about three scenes I'm especially proud of due to structure and just overall dialogue, but this one particular scene from a five chapter drabble that was my first dip into smut has to be my absolute favorite. I legit re-read it to help me remember how to write. Honestly. XD

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“Aterian..”, Solas called out to the sleeping man once again, voice a touch louder this time as he leaned down to lay a light kiss against a freckled cheek. “..Come. Open your eyes for me.”

As if his words were some kind of command, Fane’s glimmering emerald eyes cracked open, albeit slightly, a hazy cloud of deep sleep masking the usual brilliance of liquid-like gold. Solas smiled more at that as he pulled back slightly to connect their gazes.

“Good morning, ma vhenan.”, Solas greeted the barely awake Elvhen dragon softly, stroking Fane’s cheek with a thumb. “Sleep well?”

Fane leaned into his touch easily before emerald eyes slipped shut once more, the curtain of sleep threatening to shade a draconic mind from the waking world once more. Solas chuckled with fond exasperation at that before moving his hand to cup the side of Fane’s head, brushing his fingers against the dragon’s pointed ear. Yes--this would be a battle, or more appropriately, a war .

“My dragon, I know you dislike early mornings, but this way, we have more time to ourselves before duties begin anew.”, Solas attempted to coax with a sweeter tone before leaning down further to lay a light, but loving kiss against slightly frowning lips.

The kiss had been a mistake, Solas realized because before he could sit himself back up, a heavy, muscled arm came up to gently yank him down. He let out a soft noise of surprise and confusion before feeling the softness of the bed he was now pinned down against, his face going blank. He was losing ground in this war already. That would not do.

“Aterian.”, Solas said with a fond, but warning tone, face still deadpan as he looked up at Fane, who’s own face was down turned into a slight frown. At least he had managed an expression to appear. A small victory.

Fane merely snorted sleepily, presumably at his tone of voice, before emerald eyes opened once more - a bit more this time as flecks of gold began to shine from the rising sun outside.

“Mm?”, Fane hummed out in question, finally deigning to acknowledge him as the arm that had yanked Solas down closed in to hug him close.

“It is time to get up.”, Solas repeated calmly, attempting to dislodge himself from Fane’s embrace with little success as his body still felt heavier than a lead weight, and from the sheer strength of the man responsible for that predicament in the first place. “Fane.”, he warned once more, pulling out his heart’s other name for a harsher effect.

“Mm-hm. I ‘eard ya the..first time..”, Fane’s voice finally eked out in a growl gruff with sleep, eyelids slowly slipping shut once more as he buried his face into the plush pillow more.

“Then you should be attempting to rise.” A warm feeling of affection filling Solas’s heart at the precious sight before him. He would never say it to Fane’s face, but his heart could be rather adorable at times with some of his softer habits. Fane’s grumpy attitude in the mornings was just one of those many soft spots.

“Mm-hm..” Another absent hum leaking out from slightly frowning lips as he watched Fane begin to drift away once more.

“Fane.”

“Solas, shut. the. fuck. up..”

Solas couldn’t help a small smile at Fane’s childish attitude. While his dragon did tend to wake up at the crack of dawn most days, that didn’t mean Fane actually enjoyed it. It was simply a routine for him. Years of living with a Dalish clan, and endless roaming practically warranted such a routine as hunts were best done in the early morning. It was a routine that only seemed to worsen with his role as the Inquisitor, however - the ancient man staying up far too late to pour over reports as well as his own research surrounding his kin while still attempting to help Solas, even if before this, he had lightly diverted the eager dragon. It was also a routine Solas knew was never broken unless Fane was exhausted , and judging by the way the large man was literally fighting to stay awake told him that that was the case this particular morning. Then again, they had indulged in various ways last night.

Perhaps, too indulgent, but I would not change what happened for anything. He thought with a warmer smile, eyes tracing the strong, but graceful contours of Fane’s face as they laid next to each other. He let out another quiet, fond sigh at the memory of emotional and physical connection before shifting closer to Fane’s muscled frame, laying a soft kiss against a bold jaw.

Well, what was the harm in a few minutes more? He would surrender in this war for just a few..

“Ma’isenatha..”, Solas purred out quietly, trailing more kisses along before gripping a pointed chin gingerly to direct Fane’s face towards his own.

“What?”, Fane growled out testily, eyes opening once more to weakly glare at him with a simmering ember of grumpy agitation.

Solas chuckled before releasing Fane’s chin to place it upon a sturdy neck. “Ar lath ma.”, he said tenderly. A simple truth that had long been denied in favor of grief born protection finally being said without fear or shame.

His words had the intended effect of drawing Fane’s attention away from sleep as he saw emerald eyes brighten slowly, an annoyed grimace turning into a faint, but tender smile.

“I love you, too..”, Fane reciprocated with a whisper, the arm around Solas tightening a bit more. Those words were better than any music as Solas returned his dragon’s soft smile with one of his own before leaning in to brush their lips together lightly. Perhaps he had won this war after all.

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Like seriously? I don't know how I wrote this. It just flowed so well, and since this story I've struggled with replicating it. I'm convinced I was possessed by a writing demon and then they got bored and left. XD

#asks #fanfic asks #thank you for the ask!#oc: fane lavellan #solavellan #solas #dragon age #like i love this story #i'm not even ashamed of saying that #it's my pride and joy!

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a-shakespearean-in-paris · 3 years

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Favorite Passages of 2020

thought I’d start a new tag for writers for the end of the year--favorite lines/ passages written. There might be a tag like this already but hey I felt like taking a trip down memory lane. I feel like this year has seen me grow a lot. I finished 3 WIPs from 3 different fandoms and decided to make a part 2 of a previously finished fic. What a year, what a year, am I right? Fic writing has certainly made the days easier, made me happy and taken my mind off of situations.

Obviously the year isn’t over yet maybe something will overtake this, but I felt like taking a trip through memory lane. Also, number five has some light smut.

tagging @laraslandlockedblues @ma-sulevin @kemvee @galadrieljones @thevikingwoman @jentrevellan @wardenari @roguelioness @idrelle @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @queen-kass-the-writer @ellenembee

1. Only Lovers, Resident Evil, Leon S. Kennedy x Ada Wong

She laughs to herself. One moment, they told each other last night. And this is it. They were fools. They’re still fools. Happy, sated, blissful fools. And lovers.

And yet, it’d be cruel not to tell him, to let him live in an illusion.

“You don’t love me,” she whispers. “you love the me you think about when you’re lonely.”

“Not lonely now.”

He glances at her with a mischievous, knowing look. “Neither am I,” she tells him, and she even plays the part, tells him she loves him too. They’re only lovers now, after all.

“You didn’t have to say that,” he says. “I know what’s true.”

“Then what’s true?”

He rises, faces her. He cups her cheek, caresses her face. He follows with a gentle kiss.

“Now,” he whispers. “Us.”

***This is from my one shot of Leon and Ada from the Resident Evil games. I played the game over quarantine and my twelve year old feels for the femme fatale and hot agent reignited, so I wanted to tribute that. Now I like Leon and Ada vastly more than Leon and Claire because I just find it more interesting--but beyond that I really wanted to explore an enemies to lovers relationship. They’re on two different sides of a war but they can’t help that attraction and pull, and I just like the idea they kind of see each other sometimes and release some tension, though both skirt around the idea of love. I like this passage because it encapsulates their tense yet dynamic and even romantic pull. Plus when I wrote “you don’t love me, you love the me you think about when you’re lonely” I just felt really powerful and badass, and I collect badass lines that come to my head for future wham lines in my writing, and I am 90 percent sure this was one such line. Either that or it came to me as I was writing, but I honestly don’t remember.

2. Love Song on Sapphire Isle, GOT, Jaime x Brienne

From the palace, there’s a strum of a lute, the sound intermingling with the crash of the waves that’s melodic and lulling. They stand side by side, listening to the song—a love song, though Jaime says she is his love song, his greatest adventure. And she wraps her arms around him, and tells him he is her love song, and her later. Though now, she thinks her later has turned into an always.

***This is from my Jaime and Brienne longfic, a pseudo fix it that really just made me feel better after how disappointed I was with where they took Jaime and Brienne’s arc in the show. Come on George make them each other’s true love in the books I know you are prove those people who can’t read subtext wrong In the fic the term “later,” is part of their romantic dynamic, Jaime and Brienne always telling each other there will be time for romance later before the battle. then they get their later and and they’re stuck in a rut, not knowing what exactly to do. The last chapter, a snap shot of their “later,” years after the penultimate fic chapter, shows the life they’ve built. I tell my kids in my class that their final lines in a paper should pack a punch, and I think with everything that happened in the fic and the idea of later, it was the perfect final line.

3.The Sweetest Sorrow, RDR2. Arthur Morgan x Charlotte Balfour

Come back, she said to him, sitting by their favorite spot in the clearing by the water. I know what you said, and I accepted it, but it is not easy to be the one that waits. It’s not fair that I am always the one that waits. These men in old stories, men like Arthur who masqueraded as an outlaw but were also knights, thought they had the harder duties. Charlotte, though she would always sing for Arthur and the good man underneath that always won over the evil bad man he claimed to be, was tired of singing songs of those men. She sung praises for Penelope and other women like her, the waiters. She sung for herself and her strength, and waited for the day when she could show him again just how strong she was, as strong as him. If only he would come back, one more time. She made sure to pour longings and promises in their parting kiss after he said that she gave him his dream. She kissed him to woo him back.

“Come back,” she said, and she hoped the wind carried her prayers. Come back to me Arthur, she wrote on her journal in her lap. She prayed that her longing, tangible in the words she wrote and spoke would make him stronger, beat that vile thing that had made it’s way into her once proud man and withering him. If he came back and it turned that he had given her his ailment, they could be brave together. She was tired of being brave alone. She was good at being alone, but that didn’t mean she had to endure it.

Come back.

Arthur was made to believe he was alone, and he had to be alone with his ailment. She couldn’t rely on their last conversation, her last kiss to him. Once he was away from her she knew his duty and self-sacrifice would win. Why, why did she not go with him, why did she allow herself to think she had to be the one that stayed? If she was his equal, she would have showed him.

Come back.

He wasn’t alone. He could find a way back to her once everything was fixed, but nothing could ever become truly fixed. Would he remain and remain, hopelessly fixing until he became too frail and withered? She knew him. He would. He was too much of a good man, especially now.

Come back.

It wasn’t that she wanted him to be selfish. She wanted him to be true to himself. But that man was wrestling with a giant called doubt.

Come back.

The wind blew her journal to the last few dozen pages. She hadn’t realized how worn it was before, how the binding was tearing and the pages weren’t sticking to the spine as they used to. Come back, she wrote. Come back to me Arthur. Again and again, she wrote, more furious than the last, her hand flying through her remaining blank pages. The wind was strong, and before she could catch one of the pages that ripped out, she could only watch as the wind ripped it’s away across the stream. More pages began to fly from her journal with all the same messages, come back, come back, Arthur come back, don’t leave me in this dark, cruel place where I can’t find you. Some fell in the river, some were carried to the clearing behind her.

She lost all her blank pages. She didn’t mourn.

“Come back,” she said once more, for the final time. “Come back.”

***So I stopped updating this fic in 2019 because I lost the muse. Frankly too I spent the bulk of writing this story in an unhappy mood, and I associated a lot of my feelings of the time when I thought about going back. however, wanting to replay RDR2 made me fall for Arthur all over again, and made me want to come back to this world, so I reread it and tidied it up and went back. I found I no longer associated the fic with my mood at the time and could appreciate it as it’s own thing. The meta of this section and why I’m found of it is that the idea of blank pages is associated with Arthur and Charlotte’s relationship. they want to write a story together and fill up their blank pages together. Plus I am just very attached to the image of Charlotte writing in a journal and the pages getting lost in the wind. Also love the literary references and allusions in this fic, and you can see that here. Truth to be told i think this is one of my technically best fics for it’s consistency and build. Also, Arthur lives.

4. Memoirs of a Long, Long Time, Morrigan x Warden

Rowan had no shame. Once outside the blacksmith’s, he took Morrigan’s hand, leading her out by the water. He held up his hand to Alistair, Leliana and Sten, promising it would be one moment, and one moment only.

“Yes?” she asked, with a dollop of sugary sweetness

He didn’t play games. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Why are you?” she fired back. “We are here for the Arl, not to save the entire village."

“Look around,” he told her. “Who will help these people if I do not?”

“Yet to accept a kiss? From that woman? Shall we keep our list? Leliana, that girl in the chantry, the tavern wench…me….”

He didn’t care if Alistair, Leliana, and Sten were all watching. “You know what I feel for you is different,” he muttered.

“Oh? Is it?”

“Shall I kiss you now to prove it?”

“But I do wonder if you would, gallant knight from a story book? You—”

He took her hand and pulled their bodies closer together, her words disappearing. “Am I a knight, or rogue?” he asked her. “No. I’m a Grey Warden.”

She bit her lip, mesmerized by his. Oh, to have done it then before battle, in front of his companions.

It was a nice thought, but it wasn’t what he wanted.

“I won’t kiss you now,” he said, “though a kiss before battle is what the bards sing of. I’d rather wait to kiss you when you aren’t so…salty. Kisses taste better that way.”

The temptress, Witch of the Wilds smiled, both agreeing with him, and knowing he did indeed want her lips and her lips alone. She stood by his side in battle, and then stood by his side come morning when the village remained. When Bella thanked him again after they came to the tavern with for complimentary glass of mead—a small reprieve before they would head to Castle Redcliffe— Morrigan said nothing and merely stood by his side, her arm pressed against his. When his mead sat untouched on the counter after a few sips, she took his glass and took a sip.

“I suppose I am to wait till after we storm the castle?” she asked.

“If I find a small grotto to take you. I hear kisses happen only in beautiful places.”

“Then we should do it anywhere you are.”

He flushed with vanity. He knew he looked tired, with dark, purplish circles under his eyes and scraggly hair that was growing out, though at least it had some wave to it. He lost weight as well, as his cheeks were hollower. His beard was growing as well, and he knew soon he would need to trim it. Frankly, he looked like what he was: a tired man who slept in the woods and was forced to settle every squabble in Redcliffe Village. And yet the Witch of the Wilds, who looked at radiant as she did when he first met her, would have him anywhere. She liked him as he was: tired and frankly annoyed.

He took one last sip of mead before suggesting they meet Teagan. After that, he would be one step closer to his kiss.

Or, not.

***I always wanted to write Morrigan x Warden. I was so close to making the Warden in In Waking Dreams a male that romanced Morrigan and had Kieran with her, but I chickened out and went with what I was most familiar with, a female Cousland who romanced Alistair. Well, 2020. Time to do the creative things that once scared me lol. If I had the will I’d rewrite IWD just to stick in Morrigan and Rowan, but that would be too hard and mess with the timeline, of Cullen and Lyd’s relationship, because the hero of Ferelden is Hawke’s Warden contact in this fic, and there’s no way Rowan wouldn’t visit his wife and son....I mean maybe I can do it but I don’t have the energy, I’d rather just keep IWD as it is, and I do like the Warden in that fic.

Anyway this fic reminds me a lot of a play---fitting because Rowan was once an actor. I really enjoy their dialogue and banter and I think Rowan’s knightish, charming ways come across in his dialogue. Also I’m proud of the way the story is told. It’s his memories, interspersed with the current time, also switches to Morrigan at Skyhold. ****

5. In Waking Dreams: Dragon Age, Cullen x Quiz

Lydia knew it immediately before he handed it to her, the book of Ferelden myths and legends, with the story of Cliodna, the Avvar priestess who roamed the world looking for her lover nestled within the pages. Lydia had a copy before, though different than the one Cullen handed to her. This was the one his mother held in her hands as she read to her children, the one that survived the Blight to be held in Cullen’s hands again, to be given to his lover.

“Cliodna and Concohbar,” Lydia said thumbing through the pages, captivated by the drawing of the long, dark-haired woman, reunited and swimming in the constellations with the man she loved, the final illustration of the book. Her gaze fell back to Cullen, his expression soft.

“Us,” she said.

“We’re us,” he said. “But they do remind of a certain couple I know.” He caressed her face. “We’re in the same constellation, you and I.”

They couldn’t wait. They made love upstairs in his room, the book safely tucked away on his dresser. He sat on the edge of the bed, peeling off her clothes one by one, slowly and savoring each new patch of revealed skin. He pressed a kiss to her belly as she stood fully nude and himself still clothed—though she helped him rid himself of his shirt as he kicked off his boots and pushed down his trousers and smalls. She sat on his thighs, slid her hands down his body, filled herself with him to the brim. He wrote love letters of a happy birthday on her body, made her come against his hand as she thrust herself down and back upon him, riding his thighs as his calloused hands dug into her hips. Moonlight spilled through the gap in his roof, creating her favorite painting—one of a reverent, loving Cullen—a slight Commander to him in the way he whispered how good she felt, how her want was leaking on him, but unquestionably he was her Cullen.

She spoke his name, a chant and prayer stronger than one she ever prayed to the Maker, his arms wrapping around her and grasping as he shuddered and came, pouring inside of her, resting his head against her beating heart.

“My darling,” she said, covered in both their sweats. “My love.”

“Be honest,” he said against her breasts, peering at her. “Would you have preferred our secret place, something else today? You said you wanted quiet.”

She stroked his bearded face, tousled his hair. “What you all did was perfect. And you coordinated it?”

“Mostly Josephine. But I had some ideas.”

She grinned. “Darling. You have given me the happiest of days.”

***Well, I always wanted to continue IWD, just got caught up in other fandoms. Plus I didn’t think I was ready yet. Believe me I tried but I had no clue where to start. Well, I finally learned: Lydia’s birthday, Cullen throwing her a party. Actually I do enjoy this whole chapter--it’s Lydia and Cullen being romantic and fun and throwing out their pet names, the two just enjoying each other as they are. It’s so refreshing to see them happy and not uptight in a canon fic, because oooh boy rereading the fic and getting back into the world made me realize just how damn dramatic they are, lol. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, we high drama here or we go home. Anyway, really happy to be back, like over the moon even, and I had a reader tell me my writing has improved since I finished in 2018. So, it was quite nice to hear, quite affirming.******

Part of me has never gotten rid of my innate flowy language, but I do think I have improved with just saying what I need to say with no embellishment at certain points.

#aeon #cullen x inquisitor #warden x morrigan #arthur morgan x charlotte balfour #jaime x brienne #braime #arthur morgan #cullen rutherford #dragon age #resident evil #rdr2

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madquerade · 3 years

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In Questo Paradiso ne Scopra il Nuovo Dì (10/10)

Rating: m Ineffable Wives (female Crowley x Aziraphale) Major Character Death, tw: illness, blood Human AU, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, just a lil fluff but like… You can read it on Ao3 @ sherwhotreksings Chapter: one two three four five six seven eight nine ten

Paris. 1851. She’s not sure if she’s real or imaginary, the girl sitting on a chair across from her bed. She sees her though: dark hair, golden brown eyes, dressed in white, Azira’s sister. She can’t be sure anything is real at this point. The only thing she knows for sure is that she’s home now and she’s dying. ~ This is just La Traviata but with the wives. I’m sorry. Antonia is a Parisian courtesan caught up in the intricacies of French society until a young madame, Azira, disrupts her whole world.

Chapter 4

A/N: Here we go! The final chapter! Thank you for sticking with the fic and I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have.

Antonia slips in and out of sleep. It seems like she hasn’t gotten a proper night’s sleep in weeks. The covers around Antonia provide little warmth for her cold body. On top of that, her skin has turned sensitive and even the silk feels rough and scratches her body uncomfortably. She sighs weakly and uses what strength she has to sit up. So this is what her miserable life has been leading to. Fitting that she’ll go out spotted with blood and stripped of love. A life lived for pleasure will only lead to unhappiness. Antonia squeezes her eyes shut, trying to block out her surroundings. They only remind her of pain. At least she managed to do one thing right with her life. She saved Azira’s sister.

Antonia opens her eyes. Azira’s sister stands opposite her in the room. Her dark hair falls gracefully around her shoulders, adorned with flowers and a white veil. Her golden brown eyes sparkle as she slowly glides parallel to Antonia’s bed. The wedding dress she’s wearing brushes the floor and trails behind her as she walks ever closer to her destiny. An invisible wind stirs the hem of her veil and plays in her hair. Antonia tracks her with her eyes. Azira’s sister floats the length of the room and disappears from sight.

Antonia leans forward, trying to catch another glimpse of the girl out of her field of vision, but the doctor enters and chides her for exerting herself. She reluctantly lies back against the pillows. Marceline pulls up a chair to Antonia’s bed side for the doctor. He sits down and thanks Marceline while pulling out his stethoscope. He listens to her heart and lungs, having her lean forward at his instruction. Antonia can’t imagine he’s hearing much over the dark crackle of her breathing. She has to fight for each breath now. It’s an uphill battle and one that she knows she’s losing. The doctor leans over to Marceline, hovering nervously nearby, and whispers something. If Antonia was stronger, she’d try to eavesdrop, but that would take too much energy.

“How am I doing?” Antonia offers a feeble smile, voice barely above a whisper.

He gives her a reassuring pat on the arm. “You’ll make a full recovery, ma cherie.” He says it with such conviction, but his facial expression betrays him, twisted into a concerned frown.

It’s okay. She knows he’s lying anyway. She’s nearing her final chapter.

The doctor pulls Marceline aside to another room, presumably to offer her advice on how to care for her in her final hours. Antonia reaches under her pillow, retrieving the letter delivered to her almost two weeks ago from Monsieur Donadieu. Though her hope has long since faded, it brings her a small comfort. She rereads it once more, fingers taking care to not rip the paper at the worn creases.

Madame Crowley,

You kept your promise, so I will keep mine. The duel has taken place! The Baron was wounded, but is recovering. Azira was not harmed.

Her heart flutters at those words every time she reads them. Even though she could not offer her the life she desperately wanted, Antonia was not the cause of losing that chance all together. One day Azira will be able to reach her destiny.

Azira, heartbroken by your act, has gone abroad. I’ll admit I was not planning on revealing your sacrifice, but I was moved by your letters.

Antonia spent quite some time thinking about what letters Gabriel meant. The conclusion she landed on was that Marceline found her unsent letters to Azira and mailed them herself, otherwise a letter fairy delivered them against her wishes.

I myself wrote to her as soon as I made my decision. She will return to ask your pardon. Take care of yourself. You deserve a happier future.

Gabriel Donadieu

Antonia holds back a sob. It’s too late, now. She’s waited too long and now she’ll die before she gets here. She throws back the covers, a sudden determination to keep her strength flooding her veins. She’ll survive long enough for Azira to arrive.

Shakily she puts her feet on the floor, testing her legs ability to hold her weight before standing. All seems right for the moment, so she chances it, and manages to walk to her vanity. She picks up the brush and messily runs it through her hair before picking up the mirror.

“Ah! How I’ve changed,” Antonia exclaims. The person looking back at her is a stranger, pale and weary. Her bright fiery hair has dulled. Her skin is grey and so dry it looks as if she might shed and become a snake. The only spot of color is her lips, but even they are unnaturally dark, stained red from the blood she’s been coughing up. She can feel her breathing get heavier and knows if she doesn’t retreat soon, she’ll have a coughing fit.

She slams the mirror down onto her vanity. “Adieu, sweet dreams of the past, with this disease every hope is dead!” Antonia turns back to her bed, taking small hesitant steps. Her lungs feel like they’re bursting, too late to stop her cough. She doubles over as she reaches the bed, one hand on the mattress to keep her up. Her cough is rough and hacking. She’s given up on using a handkerchief to contain the blood, it just soaks through to her hand anyway.

“Smile upon the woman who has strayed,” Antonia pleads with the air and whoever is listening, tears mingling with the blood on her lips. “No cross nor name will mark my bones when I’m gone.”

Marceline overhears her cries and rushes into the bedroom. “Merde! Antonia! What are you doing?” She grabs Antonia’s arms and urges her into bed.

Antonia tries to wave her off, but it doesn’t work. “I just wanted a change of pace and some air. This bed is suffocating.”

Marceline helps Antonia get situated in bed again, fluffing her pillows, and helps her sit up. “Let me open the window for you, but just for a moment. I don’t want you catching a chill.”

The sounds of outside come filtering in, muffled by the thick curtains, cheers and laughter.

“Is today a holiday?” Antonia stretches, trying to see out the window where Marceline is pulling the curtain back.

“All of Paris is going mad. It’s Carnival today.” Marceline opens the window more and leans out, examining the crowd gathering in the streets in front of their residence. “The parade will be happening any moment-” Marceline squeaks out a noise of alarm and quickly closes the window, pulling the curtains tight. “Madame, you must not get excited. I want to prepare you…”

Antonia’s heart speeds up. There’s only one reason Marceline would request she not get excited.

Footsteps echo down the hallway, getting louder as the visitor approaches. Azira appears in the doorway to the bedroom and freezes there, taking in Antonia’s state.

“Azira!” Antonia cries, trying to read her body language. She can’t tell if Azira is happy to see her.

Azira rushes to her side and scoops her into her arms. It feels like her hands are everywhere; on her hips, her back, her sides, her face. Azira peppers kisses all over her face and hair. “Antonia, mon amour, please forgive me. The fault was all mine- I know everything now. My father told me what he made you do. I felt like I was dying away from you.”

Antonia closes her eyes, focusing on keeping calm. “I felt the same, but it’s proof grief can’t kill because you’ve found me alive.”

Azira slides under the covers, helping Antonia adjust until she’s in her lap and laying back against her chest. “Nothing will be able to take you from my arms now, not man, nor demon, or angel.” She smooths the hair back from Antonia’s face. “We’ll escape Paris and live in the country again. We’ll make up for our heartache, and your health will come back again. You’re the light of my life and the future will shine upon us.”

Antonia is lulled into the daydream by the steady beat of Azira’s heart. “We’ll leave Paris,” Antonia echos. They can do this. They can be happy together finally. Her illness doesn’t have to stop them. Now that Azira is back she can fight it. She pushes herself up from Azira. “Azira, please, let’s go to the church.” She stands, fighting her wobbling legs.

“You’re so pale-” Azira gasps, but Antonia cuts her off.

Antonia sways, grasping her chest. “-It’s nothing! I’m just overjoyed.”

Her legs give out from under her and Azira jumps to her feet, catching her heavily. “Mon Dieu! Antonia!” Azira holds her weight completely and Antonia’s head tips forward limply against her chest.

Antonia takes a ragged breath. She breathes but she’s not getting any air. Her illness’ end feels near. This can’t be how she ends. This can’t be it. She just got her love back. The air around her feels thick and humid though it’s the beginning of January.

Antonia’s voice comes out like a wisp of her former self, “It’s only my illness, just a moment of weakness. I’m better now. See I’m smiling.” She attempts a smile, but it falls only a second later. “Marceline, get my dress.” She motions towards the dress hanging on the door.

“Now? Wait!” Azira tries to lower Antonia back to the bed, but she struggles and breaks free of Azira’s arms.

“No! I want to go out.” Overcome by the manic fervor of her creeping reality, she rushes to the dress herself. She manages to pull it down from the hanger, letting the weight of the material and gravity do most of the work, but the material is too heavy for her to hoist over her head, and she doesn’t have the balance to step into it. “I cannot!” Antonia breaks down sobbing.

Azira collects her back into her arms, letting the dress fall to the floor in a heap. “Marceline, call the doctor!”

Marceline rushes out of the room to send word.

Antonia cries into Azira’s arms, still standing for the moment. In between her gasps she calls out to Marceline hoping she’ll hear her, “Tell the doctor that Azira has come back to her love. Tell him I want to live again!” She slides out of Azira’s arms, sinking to her knees not unlike the dress next to them. “If your return has not saved my life, then nothing on Earth can save me!”

Azira holds her in her arms, letting her scream.

“To die now, when I might have at last stopped my weeping!” It’s Antonia’s turn to rage. Her fingernails bite into the center of her palms as she squeezes her fists shut. “I kept my love alive in vain!” She smacks the floor with her fists and throws back her head, letting out a scream that would break the hearts of anyone who heard.

Azira tries to reassure her, a look of abject terror on her face. “My breath of life, my pulse, you must stay calm! My tears flow with your’s, but we must now more than ever keep heart.”

Antonia looks up and sees that Azira is indeed also crying. However, her words do nothing to steady her heart. She’s losing control. Her chest heaves with each cry. If her lungs were healed she would be hyperventilating by now.

“My Antonia, be calm! Your grief is killing me! Please, be calm!” Azira’s own panic increases. She wraps her arms tighter around Antonia, hugging her with enough pressure to ground her.

Antonia calms after a few moments and Azira picks her up and carries her back to her bed. With her hair splayed out around her like a halo, she looks like a tragic painting. Her tears have left trails that glitter against her sickly skin in the dusky light. The doctor comes in, without his bag, followed by Marceline. Antonia smiles up at him. “See? I’m dying in the arms of the only dear one I have.”

The doctor shushes her and takes a handkerchief from Marceline, dabbing at her forehead. He passes it off to Azira, who wipes at her salty chest and cleans the blood from around her mouth. The doctor instructs Marceline to do something, and reprimands Antonia, probably for leaving the bed, but she isn’t listening anymore. Antonia leans over to her bedside table and pulls out a locket.

“Take my portrait of days gone by.” Antonia holds it out to Azira. “Let it remind you of the woman who loved you.”

Azira’s eyes flash and she pushes Antonia’s hand away. “No! You must live my darling!”

Antonia gasps and coughs up blood, splattering all over the sheets and her nightgown. Her lungs ache and burn, but she must survive the hellfire before she’s granted the peace she so desires.

“Please... “ Antonia doesn’t catch her breath this time, instead taking in small gasps of air. “...take it.”

Azira’s hand closes around Antonia’s slipping the locket into her hand.

“Remember me when I’m among the spirits.” Antonia relaxes into the pillow, closing her eyes.

If only she had more time with Azira, but there isn’t anymore time. The clock has struck midnight and it’s time for her to go to bed.

“Please, God, don’t take her from me!” Azira leans forward and sobs into Antonia’s lap.

Marceline carefully places her hand on Azira’s shoulder. “God calls her to her side.”

“Please live…” Azira begs Antonia taking both her hands in her own, “or a single casket will return both you and me to the soil of our Earth.”

As if through some magic, or a miracle, perhaps from love itself, Antonia sits up. “My palms! The spasms have ceased!” She holds her arms out in front of her, amazed at the improvement. “My energy! My life is back!” Antonia gets to her knees on the bed. “We can get married, Azira!”

The doctor glances to Azira, who is looking at him apprehensively. A single shake of his head is all she needs to know. Azira climbs onto the bed next to Antonia and wraps her arms around her love. Antonia takes one final deep breath and slumps back in Azira’s arms.

The room is silent save for the singing of Parisians outside.

Make way for the quadruped Queen of the festival, Wearing her crown of flowers and vine leaves.

Make way for the tamest of all who wear horns, greet her with music of harp and flute.

People of Paris, open the path to the heroic Queen. Light-hearted maidens, and frolicking lads, pay her due honour of music and song!

People of Paris, open the path to the triumphant Queen. Make way for the quadruped Queen of the festival wearing her crown of horns.

#ineffable wives #good omens #good omens fic #crowley x arizaphale #my fic #iqpsnd

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