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Part 9 of the La Parca series

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader

Words: 6.8k

Tags: Smut: semi-public sex, unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), disrespect of business clothes (lol), tie-yoinking (!!!); food mention; alcohol; brief mention of a minor character death

A/N: Happy holidays everyone! Here's another part I've had percolating for a while, there's nothing I want to do more when I see Javi in a suit than to yoink his tie in for a kiss. This entire chapter is based off that desire 😌 hope you enjoy!

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It happens late one evening. You’re about to call it at night, clicking the last desk lamp off in the study lounge when you’re called into an office instead. Your advisor ushers you to take a seat.

“The committee just ended their meeting,” she tells you and you freeze, unable to sink down into the awaiting armchair.

“And?”

“You’re not supposed to find out until tomorrow but,” she tries to hide a smile, “congratulations.”

You don’t believe her, not at first. She tells you you’ll get the official acceptance letter and all of the corresponding paperwork tomorrow. The work will begin then, along with all the doors you can already feel opening for you, a future uncharted in its potential now. But for tonight, your professor advises, just enjoy the excitement.

“And one more thing,” she adds when you head for the door. “A few of us have been invited to speak with the education board in Bogotá.”

She can’t help the pride that colors her voice. “The committee chair thinks it would be good for you to join us. And I agree.”

You could honestly pull her up into a hug right now but opt instead for an exuberant confirmation, hastily scrawling this Thursday morning’s train platform number to meet them for the departing journey. It’s the first thing you can’t wait to tell Javi when you’re practically bounding up the steps to your apartment. Can you believe it! your insides scream. Me! I did it!

Not even Trujillo’s tired voice could deter your joyfully overflowing words.

“Can I speak to Ja–Agent Peña?”

“He is unavailable.”

“Okay, when will he be available?”

“He is away on business for the remainder of the week.”

That stops you for only a moment. “Do you know where?”

Trujillo’s sigh crackles across the call. “That’s classified, but I’ll let him know you called when he returns.”

That’s good enough for you, wishing him a good night and running to try and compile the best business outfit from the depths of your closet. You’re at the train station at 08:00AM sharp to meet the rest of the group; the committee chair, your advisor, and another professor quickly greet you before introducing you to the two other students who will be joining you as well. You’re nervously excited at the prospect of hopefully making friends with them, filing into the train after them to their animated whispers.

It’s nice, then, how easily you slip into a rapport with everyone. As the conductor announces your imminent arrival into Bogotá, the conversation switches into the purpose of your visit and what key issues were to be discussed, the mood jovial as everyone agrees easily with which points of topic were most important. It was nice to exist for a moment in this in-between space of the cramped cabin car, to remember that the world kept turning in spite of the pace of violence you were reminded of every time you opened a newspaper.

That feeling stutters slightly in your meeting with the education board, discussing in so many words why more help was needed for children who were at risk of being recruited. Recruited into what you were careful to avoid by name, in case any on the board were sympathetic to the opposing party.

But it all ends well, the lead committee members clapping each other on the back as you make your way to the rented van. They’re buzzing with good energy as they ease into the dance of the capital’s traffic, weaving past speeding motorbikes and hoards of pedestrians on lunch break. You guess that’s why the committee chair is talking animatedly into the portable phone attached to his briefcase, yelling to the driver a moment later to turn around.

“Please,” he insists. “We have another stop!”

The driver squints at him in the rearview mirror, but starts circling the wheel towards the left-turn lane at his request. He passes a paper up to the front with the new address and then announces, “I just heard that we have thirty minutes with the American ambassador.”

He pauses for the various reactions. “The board put in a good word for us, and he wants to meet for a photo op.” He smiles at you then, nodding towards the other students seated to your right. “He’d like to welcome the scholars that will be visiting America next year.”

The group disintegrates into hushed, excited chatter and you lean forwards to address the back of your professor’s headrest.

“Why is this more exciting than meeting the education board? It’s just for a photo.”

She turns towards you and inclines her head towards the man who just spoke. “He sees this as an opportunity to really speak about our issues and concerns.”

You dart a skeptic glance away. “He wants to do that in thirty minutes?”

“I think it’s worth a shot,” she looks at you then. “If they can funnel money and resources into extraditing our youth into their prisons, maybe they can extend some of it to make sure they don’t wind up in those situations in the first place.”

You have to give her that, nodding your head and keeping quiet for the rest of the ride and up the foreboding polished steps of the U.S. embassy.

As your group is being led down the halls to your conference room, double doors in front of you burst open to the sound of hurried footsteps. Two men in business suits emerge in the middle of conversation, speaking rapid-fire English to each other as they near your group. The blonde man you vaguely recall in the back of your mind, but his companion in a navy suit makes your feet lurch into a stumbled recognition.

“Cut the bullshit, Murphy.”

“I’m serious.” This ‘Murphy’ taps the manila folder in his hand against his companion’s chest for emphasis. “They think it’s the biggest safehouse bust we’ve hit this entire year. I can already hear Messina buying us a bottle.”

They reach their crossroads with your group and you can’t stop staring, admiring the proud smile he’s sharing with the floor. If you had any doubt this was him, this closer look all but proves it, the top button of his dress shirt undone even underneath his tie. His pace slows just as yours does, glancing over your shoulder as he almost comes to a stop.

“Where in the hell did you even get this intel?” An oblivious Murphy asks his partner who is no longer in stride with him.

Javier turns around, his unbelieving eyes sparking intrigue into yours. He gives you a once-over then stops, slowly crawling up your conventional heels and pantyhose, taking in the tight curves of your pencil skirt and blouse that’s open enough to show a peek of cleavage, before glancing back up to your face. His eyes darken, thumb brushing against his puckered lower lip and it’s tragic how quickly you could combust from that one look.

“Jav?” Murphy’s reached the end of the corridor, looking towards the enraptured man who takes a step backwards, slowly departing from you.

“I have a little bird,” he responds, smiling at you before turning to catch up to a barely concealed snort.

“Well, they’re one hell of a C.I.”

Before you can watch him leave in hopes of one more glance, your name is called from inside the conference room and you have to rush in, ready for the next serendipitous moment.

After a quick volley of introductions, though, Ambassador Crosby proves to only be a caricature of the smarmy American politician you’ve only seen in cartoons, spewing empty oaths and skin-deep promises. The practiced lines fall easily from his mouth with an insincere sincerity.

“When we say no child left behind, we don’t just mean in America,” he announces with an artificial smile between flashbulbs of the camera. “We want to help raise all the children in the world to become upstanding citizens.”

You and your advisor exchange a glance. She angles herself towards the ambassador.

“Right,” she begins. “So—”

“And the children of Colombia,” he blows out a breath, looking to her, “could really use our help most of all.”

She’s momentarily too stunned to speak, appalled mouth half-open, so he continues.

“I mean, I don’t know if any of you can even imagine the type of violence that happens on your streets. But that’s why we’re here, to help clean up the mess.”

With that, he pats the back of the person to his left, giving a thumbs up to the photographer as he starts departing for the door.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” he says with thinly veiled relief, “I have a busy afternoon.”

“Wait, sir,” the urgency in the chairman’s voice stills the ambassador as he looks back, the rest of your group looking to him as well. “That’s actually why some of us are here.” His eyes meet yours and a ripple of panic sets in.

“Go on,” he urges, “tell him what happened to your brother.”

In that one moment, it feels like the air’s socked out of your lungs in a gut punch. The idea that the personal information you shared in your interview would stay confidential suddenly felt naive, the airy high-ceilinged room claustrophobic as everyone awaits your response.

Especially the ambassador, who’s now fully turned away from the door to stare at you. “What happened?” he coaxes with a slightly impatient tone.

You search for an out, flickering across the faces of the others as fingernails dig into the clammy palms of your hands. But no one comes to your aid, not even the apologetic frown of your professor barely visible over the resolute stare of the chairman growing colder with each second of your silence.

The ambassador is about to leave when your mouth shoots open.

“Well,” you attempt to harden your voice, but it comes out like a warble. “My brother…was very young when he became involved with narcos. My parents didn’t know…but he did it to help support the family.”

You swallow thickly around the lump in your throat, dulled from the years you hadn’t talked about him but clawing up now with a vengeance. “His recruiter thought he was trading information with their rivals for more cash, so…”

“They killed him,” the ambassador finishes for you.

“Yes.”

The admission hangs heavy for a moment, then–

“I’m sorry for your loss,” his disingenuous voice offers, “Do you know who did it?”

“I think I do.” You look back over at your advisor, steering this unwanted trip down memory lane back into present day. “That’s why I decided to go into social work. So that kids like him don’t feel helpless enough to resort to that.”

The ambassador nods thoughtfully, then motions to the meeting table. “Why don’t we discuss how we can help? I think I have a few minutes.” He looks to his aide for a quick nod then sits at the head of the table, already engrossed as the chairman launches into a rehearsed routine. Your advisor squeezes the meat of your arm when you sit beside her.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, “I had no idea he’d—”

“It’s fine.” You glance away from her and towards the other end of the table, where the two other students are whispering together, heads bent until they catch your stare and avert their eyes. They choose not to talk to you when you file out of the conference room together.

The burn of rejection brands deep into your chest, already feeling like you’ve been outcasted before you were given a chance. To think you were wanted here purely based on merit, on the potential of where your future could go and not just from how your past connected to it, made you realize how foolish your wide-eyed optimism was. It didn’t matter if the rest of the world saw people like the chairman and the ambassador as the good guys, they were still going to use you to get what they wanted.

You can’t wait to throw in the towel, not talk to anyone else on the train ride home. That is, until you remember the other chance encounter you had today.

You only have to wait a few moments for the embassy operator to patch your call to him.

“So I’m your little bird, huh?” you smile into the pay phone when he answers.

“Cariño,” Javier murmurs into his receiver. “Are you going to tell me what you were doing in the embassy today?”

You’re calling him from the back hallway of a small restaurant, the rest of the team getting a late afternoon coffee before the train departs.

“It was a part of the research fellowship.” Your newfound shame battles with the excitement still lingering beneath. “I, um, I got it.”

His smile can be felt through the telephone line. “Of course you did, they’d be idiots not to pick you.” You look down to hide the delight creeping on your face, shifting your weight to one heeled foot.

“We should celebrate,” he continues.

“Yeah,” you agree, though you wonder when that might even be, “I’d like that.”

A brief silence falls over the line, but you can just barely gather his quiet breathing to let you know he’s here. He’s with you.

I missed you, you want to whisper, quiet enough that maybe he won’t hear but just enough for it to leave your chest.

“I felt so out of place,” you admit instead. The arch of your foot pangs in agreement after wearing painful heels all day. “I never get dressed up like this.”

“No, you looked…” a short breath, then a lowered voice, “you looked good, cariño.”

Your stomach does a little flip at the slight groan behind his words.

“You didn’t look too shabby yourself, Peña.”

His laugh is interrupted by the automated voice signalling you have thirty seconds left on the call unless more change is added.

“Are you still in Bogotá?” Javier asks suddenly.

“Yes,” you glance at the others around the table. “Our train leaves in an hour.”

“Stay. I’ll take you back.”

“What?”

��Stay for dinner. Can you meet me back at the embassy?”

“I…” you laugh in disbelief. “Sure. Yes, okay.”

“Great. I want you to—”

The rest of his sentence is cut off, a triple toned beep to signal the end of the call before it’s a dead line. But you hang the phone back up smiling, stepping away to alert the group you won’t be leaving with them after all.

When you finally make your way back up those polished steps from before, a majority of the workforce has already left for the day. A night security guard escorts you to a lone receptionist, who takes you to a long, narrow office at the end of a quiet hall. She asks if you need anything before she heads out, but you’re content perusing the space Javier occupies while you wait for him. The bookshelves are bare of any personal trinkets or photographs, the low-lit small room having as much personality as if inhabited by a ghost. The only indicators of his existence here are the crystal decanter set of amber liquid between two beige armchairs, and a lone picture frame underneath his desk lamp.

You sink into his desk chair, leather squeaking under your skirt as you lean for a closer look. It’s a simple black-and-white photo of a young couple standing on a porch with arms around each other’s waists, the woman’s other hand reaching down to hold the pudgy fist of a toddler who’s squinting at the camera from beneath his bowl-cut fringe. Neat handwriting in the bottom right corner inscribes the scene as “Laredo - 1960”. The little boy must be Javier, you realize, though it’s weird to imagine what he must’ve been like as a small child. You wonder what his voice sounded like back then.

“Making yourself comfortable?”

The gravelly, smoke-tinged lull from the doorway is at odds with the cherubic face peering at you. You look up, abandoning this glimpse into his past to appreciate the vision of him now before you. He’s discarded his suit jacket, tie hung loose on his neck and shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow, showing enough of his golden skin for you to enjoy as he brings the last of his spent cigarette between his upturned lips.

“Agent Peña,” you greet him with a nod. The last of his smokey exhale stutters out in a chuckle as he nears, snuffing the remains in an ashtray along the way.

“Candy,” he addresses you. He braces his hands against the edge of the desk, leaning down to brazenly crawl his eyes up your body. You shake your head at how unashamed he is, but a shiver still runs up your spine as a smirk quirks a dimple into his cheek. “So nice to see you again.”

“Nice to see you too.” You tilt your head up in invitation and his lips connect to yours in an instant, a small sigh escaping from your mouth when he pulls away.

“I heard you met with the ambassador,” he says, gaze drawing up from your lips to your eyes. “How did it go?”

You look away before he can catch your grimace and his brows draw together.

“What’s wrong?” he presses, hand skimming over yours.

“It’s just…” Where to even begin? “He didn’t actually listen to us, we were just charity cases to him.”

“I’m sorry.” Javi’s soft, genuine voice tells you he means it. “The guy’s a shithead, he’s a politician. Don’t let him get to you.”

If only it were that easy. The small tremble in your lip betrays you and Javier abandons his post against the desk’s edge, opting to plant a knee on the ground to get eye-level with you. He squeezes your wrist for attention.

“Cariño,” he whispers until you look at him. “Trust me, you don’t need saving.”

His words quiet the storm enough for you to huff a short breath. “No, I don’t.”

He brings your hand up to brush his lips against your knuckles as you shake your head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” he attempts again, “then tell me what you need.”

“I just, I don’t know,” you sigh. “I just need to forget, I need to stop thinking. I need–”

“A distraction?”

You swallow. “Yeah.”

“I can do that for you.”

His eyes dip back down for a moment, but when he reaches forward it’s only to grab the folder sitting atop his desk.

“Just let me drop this off first,” he murmurs, “I’ll be right back.”

You nod slowly and stand as he does, watching as he hustles out of the room once more. A sip of something to numb today sounds nice, a small pour into one of his glasses busying your hands and quieting the static in your brain when you take the first gulp. You’re almost finished when he returns, the hand reaching up for his jacket on the coat rack stalling before it goes for the doorknob instead. The soft click of the lock echoes louder in the quiet room before he’s reaching for the remains of your drink you offer to him, finishing it with a tip of his wrist while you squint at him playfully.

“I thought we were leaving?” you ask when he sets the glass down beside you, smoothing his hands up your waist as he crowds you against the desk.

“We will,” he promises quietly, “just let me look at you first.”

You roll your eyes but it doesn’t stop the heat that’s creeping up your chest in time with his hands exploring the curves of your body.

“How could anyone pay attention when you looked like this, cariño?” he groans, gripping the front of your skirt and tugging you towards him. You swallow a gasp at the evidence of his arousal hardening against your thigh. He ducks his head to your neck, lips brushing your hot skin. “All I could think about today was you.”

“Yeah?” is all you can breathlessly manage as his kisses press up towards your jaw.

“Of course,” his breath fans across the shell of your ear. “You look sexy like this.”

Your eyes flutter close as his teeth graze against your earlobe and tug gently.

“T-thanks,” you aim to move closer but your feet protest, visibly wincing as you shift your weight. “These heels are killing me though.”

“Oh?” You can feel Javier’s devilish smile as his hands rub over the swell of your ass across the tight fabric of your skirt, stopping at the top of your thighs. “I can fix that.”

He hoists you up onto his desk, your sudden gasp quieted by his chuckle as he steps between the shallow opening of your legs the tight confines of your skirt allow. His fingers slip down the smooth sheen of your nylons, bringing your knee up for him to reach the hard plastic of your high heel. He eases it off, clattering it to the ground before he makes quick work for the other shoe to drop.

This does little to deter the onslaught of his hands rubbing up your legs, teasing your pantyhose against your fevered skin. You can feel the reaction to his touch pooling at your center, and with a sharp breath he brushes a knuckle against it.

“Cariño,” he tuts, pressing in harder, “you’re already ruining these, they’re soaked through.”

“Hm,” is all you can shudder out when his thumb replaces his knuckle, rubbing against your clit. You take a hesitant breath. “Guess I have to get rid of them.”

His hand retreats just enough for a noise of disapproval to sigh out of you, canting your hips for more. He edges to your inner thigh instead, rubbing the sheer fabric of your stockings between the pads of his thumb and forefinger.

“You don’t need these?” he asks.

You give him a questioning look. “I guess not…?”

You jolt when his hands suddenly grip the material on either side of your pussy, the fabric protesting until he yanks down and apart, ripping them at the seams. He steals your gasp in a quick, consuming kiss.

“Good.”

He tugs the ruins of your hosiery away from the apex of your legs, drawing his hand back inwards when a sharp inhale is sucked through his nose.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?” he growls, his other hand gripping the soft give of your thigh.

“N-no,” you whimper. “Couldn’t wear them without it showing in the skirt.”

He groans, large hand cupping your cunt to press against your slick folds, just enough to make you impulsively grind into the heel of his palm. You can feel his grin on your slackening jaw when you tense around his teasing finger edging you.

“Is this what you need?” he asks and you let out a pitiful whine, chasing his hand with a press forward of your hips when he moves away. You level your gaze with his dark eyes.

“Answer me, cariño.”

Your hand traces up his dress shirt, fingers circling his tie until they close around the fabric just under the knot. You watch his glance dip down to your mouth for just a moment before you’re yanking him forward by his tie, capturing his groan between your lips.

All resolve crumbles after that, his hands tugging your legs further apart to the ripping disapproval of your ruined tights. A finger slips inside you, then two, pushing and curling as he swallows your moans down his tongue licking inside your mouth. You’re fumbling for his belt when he pushes your hands away, gripping the front of your blouse to tug it from your skirt and hoist it over your breasts.

He bends, smothering his face in your chest for a moment to bite the swell of your breast before dropping to his knees, kisses descending down your stomach. You’re fumbling to help him heave your tight pencil skirt any higher, the bite of his impatient nips to your inner thighs trapped in the barrier of shredded nylon still clinging to your skin.

“Javi!” His name flows from your lips in an unknown beg – Javi not here, Javi please faster – but the next mention of his name catches in your throat when his velvet lips meet the soft plush of your exposed skin.

He groans, his grip digging into your inner knees as his tongue licks inside you, your head tipping back as he voices his desire into your cunt. The sound is obscene, his lips smacking as he presses in deeper, his prominent nose grinding your clit with every push and flick of his tongue. The feeling sparks pleasure up through your core, jittering through your trembling legs and making you grasp for the desk’s edge, other hand gripping the soft curls of his hair, mussing up the neat way he styled it for the office. He hums his approval at the way you pull lightly on his hair, guiding his mouth up until his wet lips suction around your clit.

You cry out, hips jutting forward and the vibrations of his response only intensify the feeling coiling deeper and tighter with each sloppy kiss and lick. A quick sound of irritation rumbles in his chest and his hands slide down under your thighs, a quick pull to the edge of the desk for him to dive further into you.

Your toes curl, knee jerking when his fingers push back inside, scissoring and curling and coaxing the jumbling whimpers of his name barely coherent over the sound of his tongue lapping at you. You peer down to see if you can even see him under the confines of your skirt, only to meet his blown-out pupils watching you as his jaw tenses and moves with each pass of his mouth.

It’s the way he moans into you, sucking your clit in between his lips just as his fingertips press into that perfect spot that has you seeing stars, tensing your body up until pleasure explodes in waves through your body. You shake as he works you through it, concentration only slowing as you squeeze the hair threaded through your fingers, whispering a quiet–

“Javi, please.”

He’s up in an instant, slick mouth appeasing your begging lips with desperate kisses as his hands work quickly on his belt. You can feel yourself dripping onto his desk as you tug him closer, closer, his dress pants finally slipping open as he lines himself up to you. He pulls you towards him and you groan in unison, the blunt head pressing into your entrance before his length slides into you in a single, sudden thrust. You clutch at his cheeks, his jaw, his neck when he starts moving, hot breath panting against each other with each push deeper. Everything feels tighter, the ruined seams of your stockings hardly holding together strong enough to fight the way Javier presses into you, until he grips both legs and wrenches them further apart with another satisfying rip of nylon. You cry out, louder this time, and he shushes you with his mouth covering your moans, the thrum of his desperation beating just under the skin barely concealed in the tightening grip of his hands on your thighs.

His tie is quickly flung over his shoulder, dress shirt bunched up to salvage it from the mess you’re now making at the base of him. The wet slap of him meeting you over and over fill the small room of his office, matching the tempo of your whimpers of oh–oh fuck Javi. The air is thick with the smell of your sex, the unforgiving pummel of his hips back and forth, back and forth knocking you further up the desk. He grips you tighter to him, practically hoisting you off the desk to meet the drive of his cock. His belt buckle smacks into the flesh of your ass with each thrust, but the scrape of pain is barely perceived with each yelp of pleasure falling from your lips.

A sweaty curl falls onto Javier’s forehead from his quickly-disheveling hair, matching the unraveling of your own composure as he starts fucking you harder. The creak of his ancient desk threatening to give out under you only adds to how much you’re desperately flirting with danger right now, the evening still early enough for a stray passerby to wander down the hall and hear you.

But that somehow only adds to the frenzied excitement, your bodies working in tandem intuitively, rocking your hips forward in time with his thrusts as you push each other closer to release.

“J-Javi,” you whimper, curling your hand into the nape of his neck.

“Tell me what you need.” The deep register of his voice sends a tremble up your spine. Your eyes cinch shut, a pant of breath barely escaping.

“I need…more.”

With that he reaches behind you and sweeps the contents of his desk, papers scattering to the floor as he pushes you down the cleared desktop. The curve of your neck almost hangs off the edge, threatening to push you even further with each punch of his cock. He tilts your pelvis just so, and with the next thrust his name wails out of your throat. His hand clamps down over your mouth, soft pleading sounds to keep quiet, baby, I know it’s—f-fuck, I know, I know, just like that as your whimpers are caught in the cup of his palm.

You angle your jaw and capture his thumb between your lips, sucking it into your mouth to the deep, guttural groan tumbling from the depth of his throat. He swirls it in time with your insistent tongue and pops it out, a string of saliva following it down as he brings it to press against the peak of your sex. His slick finger flicking across your clit bucks your hips up harder as Javier grips your knee for leverage, hoisting it up until it’s pressed to your chest and kept there by his steady grasp.

“Is this what you needed?” he pants into the crook of your neck, the slap slap slap of him meeting you over and over again just as loud as the moans you’re trying in vain to bite down. “Needed to be fucked so hard you forget your own name?”

A high whine pitches out of your throat, pressure building inside you again and he chuckles lowly.

“Yeah? What’s your fucking name then, baby girl?”

Your head tips back, voice gone no matter how much you pant and gasp and you need him, all of him, your hand snaking to the back of his slacks and squeezing him tighter to you. He’s caught off guard, a quick, stumbling grunt as he stutters inside you and you’re gone, orgasm washing over your body just as he comes undone. You feel the heavy, hot spurt of him deep inside you as you tense and convulse, something akin to a cry escaping your lips when he mouths at the curve of your neck, concealing his own loud, finishing response.

The office quiets to a standstill again, save for your panting breaths fighting for air as he presses his forehead to your shoulder. You card your fingers through his hair once more and he shifts up to look at you, a blissed out grin curving his mouth before he summons enough energy to move up and kiss you, wet mustache tickling against your upper lip. You share another quiet kiss, a thank you in your smile when you both jump at the trill of the phone at the corner of his desk.

Javier groans, easing out of you and leaning to answer it with a haggard expression.

“Peña.”

He says it with such a steeled composure, like he didn’t just fuck your brains out all over his desk, the scattered papers still settling on the carpet beneath you. You watch his face change at the drawl of quick, English words barking out through the receiver.

“Alright Murphy, I get it.” He gives you an exaggerated eye-roll before hanging up. “We’re late to dinner.”

Your tardiness doesn’t stop him from helping you get cleaned up, helping you out of your ripped pantyhose before disappearing to return with a pair of simple flats for you to try on.

“Colleen always keeps them in her drawer,” he explains. “Are they your size?”

You slide them onto your feet and thank whoever this Colleen is, the sensible shoes providing much needed support after wearing your heels all day. You’re impressed he’s noticed such a small action in what you assume is a normally busy office.

“Does anything get past you, Agent Peña?” you ask as he gathers his coat by the door. He gestures to the exit to let you go first, just for his hand to swat playfully at your ass when you pass.

“Only when I want it to,” he smirks, reaching into his coat pocket for a smoke.

Javier walks you to a nearby restaurant, the interior bustling with busy tables until he points out a lone, exasperated man sitting in the back corner.

“Sorry we’re late,” Javier says by means of explanation once you draw near to him. “Messina was on my ass to get that report in tonight.”

The blonde man briefly glances at your wrinkled skirt. “Right.”

Javier pulls a chair over for you, gesturing to the man who’s extending a hand. “This is Steve Murphy, my work partner. And this is—”

“Candy.” You finish for him, catching the look on Javier’s face before he takes his own seat. Though you shake Steve’s hand with a friendly smile, you’re unsure how many personal details you’re ready to share with him. Getting comfortable with one DEA agent was more than enough for you right now.

“Candy? As in the Candy?” Steve’s brows shoot into his hairline as he holds your handshake a moment longer before glancing at Javier. “So you’re the one he won’t shut up about?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Javier responds gruffly, but the glare he gives Steve is met with a shit-eating grin.

“Well, it’s so nice to finally meet you, Candy. How did you meet our Javier?”

You exchange a quick glance with Javier, trying to find the right words in English.

“We…like the same song.”

Javier barks out a laugh, failing to conceal it behind a cough as he signals the waiter. Steve peers between the two of you, unsure whether to believe you or not, but is quickly distracted when someone comes by to take your order.

Steve asks you easy questions throughout dinner, the drawl of his voice that of a practiced gentleman with only the hints of an interrogating agent around the edges. He seems comfortable in the presence of a woman, and it’s unsurprising to find his ring finger occupied. When you ask about his wife a warm smile crawls across his face, unbothered by the subtle eye roll from Javier when he starts talking about his marriage. He only deflates when he mentions she’s back in the States now, and you can only imagine how hard that distance might be in the way he sighs.

Javier goes to settle the check as Steve finishes the last of his drink, looking at you over the rim’s edge.

“So, music brought you two together?” he tries again and you shrug, smiling.

“Well, I like dancing.”

“Dancing?” Steve looks up at a returning Javier as he asks. “You ever take your girl dancing, Jav?”

You take Javier’s outstretched hand to help you out of your seat. “Just the kind you’re not good at, Murphy.” His wink is met with a quick middle finger as Steve follows you out on the street.

A slight shiver at the oncoming night’s chill is met with Javier’s jacket gracing your shoulders, a commotion the next street over causing the two agents to slow and listen. They look to one another before stepping towards the noise.

But when they round the corner, it’s not what they would usually suspect. Instead they’re surprised to find a makeshift street band set up on the sidewalk. They're playing in front of the colorful advertisements of a worn-down pharmacy, the neighborhood out on the street dancing and laughing. It feels like you’ve stumbled into a folkloric fairytale, the magic of their bright joy contagious in the bubble they’ve created amidst the stark architecture of the capital city. You watch with amusement on the outskirts of the growing crowd until Steve nudges into Javier, nodding towards the dancing couples.

“C’mon,” he urges, “dance with your lady.”

Javier sends you a questioning glance, and before the offer can even form you’re pulling him out on the street. You loop his arms around you with a laugh and he begrudgingly accepts with a lopsided smirk, muttering how he doesn’t dance. But you’re unsurprised to find him a good dancer with the way his hips move in time with yours, and you tease him as such, squeezing the ticklish spot in his side until he’s chuckling into a smile at you.

A camera shutters to your left and you turn to Steve just as the bulb flashes.

“Never thought I’d see this,” he explains as he cranks the camera roll to the next frame. Javier flips him off and guides you away from the laughing man towards the center of the makeshift dance area.

“Cariño,” Javier murmurs into your ear to grab your attention back towards him. “Do you have anywhere to be tomorrow?”

You shake your head and he pulls you closer to him, hand smoothing up your back.

“Stay the night,” he asks. “I have a place here.”

"Really?"

He nods and you seal his offering with a kiss, the crowd erupting around you in cheers at the energetic end of the song. The band bows and sets up for the next arrangement that you don’t stay to hear.

You step into the cool air of Javier’s government-issued apartment once he’s driven you there, taking in the decor you assume some poor secretary was assigned to pick haphazardly.

“So this is Casa de Peña,” you tease, laughing at the photos of two nondescript dogs you know he doesn’t own. “The pinnacle of a bachelor’s pad.”

Javier remains at the front entryway, leaning against the archway to watch you tour the room and get to know his personal space with a small smile. He pushes up when your eyes meet his, gesturing to the kitchen.

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

“What do you have?”

You hear the fridge clink open. “Water or…whiskey.” You laugh, accepting the latter with a clink of your glasses together before he’s reaching for you again.

“You’re insatiable,” you sigh, and yet you find yourself already playing with the top button of his loosened dress shirt.

“Well, what I wanted wasn’t here. Can you blame me?”

“No,” your eyes close as he finds that spot on your neck. “I guess not.”

He’s quiet, lips pressed to your throat. Then, quietly, an “I missed you,” is whispered into your skin, only brazen enough for this jolt of vulnerability now that he isn’t looking at you. You bring his face back up towards you, breathing together for a moment.

“Then show me,” you beg softly. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

He groans into a kiss, guiding you into a tour of his bedroom.

The next day, late into the morning when you could finally drag yourselves out of the shared warmth of his bed, you’re lounging in a small cafe together for breakfast. His eyes are scanning the local newspaper as you admire the weak sunlight across his face when his name is shouted from the entrance behind you. He looks up and grins immediately, jumping from your table to clap his hand enthusiastically into the waiting grasp of an approaching man, turning to introduce him to you as Colonel Horacio Carrillo, who’s joined by his trailing wife.

“You’re looking at the man that’s going to kill Escobar,” Javier says with a touch of pride, but Carrillo’s wife glances nervously at the declaration. Carrillo only pats him on the shoulder with a good-natured grin.

“That’s almost true,” he corrects. “We’re going to take him down together.”

He excuses you back to breakfast with the hope that he’ll see you again soon, and you look to Javier to find his attention back on you.

“Do you know how you’re getting back to Medellín?”

You shrug, swallowing another bite of your pastry. You assume you’ll take the train again, once you leave for the station to buy a ticket. Javier’s grin tells you otherwise.

“Have you ever ridden in a helicopter before?”

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kae-karo · 3 years

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fic writer interview!

i saw @prince-liest do this and thus i will take ur 'tagging anyone who wants to do this' seriously lmaoooo (also hi btw hope ur well!!! 💜💜)

How many works do you have on AO3?

ahaha,,,,,159 lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

fdsjkkjlsfdklj as of today, 2,089,769

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

only three fsdjkldslfkj the phandom (dan&phil), bnha, and genshin!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

chosen (x) - zhongchi (genshin)

to love (and be loved in return) (x) - kaeluc (genshin)

little bird (x) - dabihawks (bnha)

feet don't touch the ground (x) - xiaoven (genshin)

i knew you were fire (x) - dabihawks (bnha)

honestly none of that surprises me except that little bird is still up there, although i think i owe that to sif (@the-final-sif) for sharing it around the time it got posted since it was partly inspired by her raptor stress grip post!!

the rest are all chaptered fics, which is mostly what i expected to be in the top 5 lmao

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

yes!!! always!!!! no matter what u comment, i will respond!!! and if i don't, it's probably cause ao3 didn't notify me properly or i didn't see it in my inbox or something

as for why, it's mostly to do with like...i know how hard it can be for some people to comment, even just a bunch of heart emojis or a 'i loved this!' or something short and simple? and it means a lot to me that ppl are going out of their way to say something nice, no matter how small, and it's really really important to me to acknowledge that

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

hmm,,,,,this is a hard one, cause for a very long time, my policy was that my fic would always have a happy ending? and for a long time, that was true!! but the dabihawks interaction (during the raid) broke me, and from an emotional standpoint, i think freeing icarus (x) is probably the one that has the angstiest ending of the two or so that i wrote in that time?

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

u know i really haven't written any crossovers? it's normally not my thing cause my brain typically focuses on a single thing and doesn't really have the capacity to think about more than that, so i end up writing just au-style or fusion-style (shoutout to that one bnha but it was scooby doo fic i wrote - x)

i don't think i'd be opposed to writing a crossover but i'd have to be SUPER inspired by the idea and both fandoms lmao

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

aha yes, i have. the only straight up hate i've received was on a kaeluc fic (surprisingly not because it was kaeluc, but bc i was 'mistreating' kaeya in the fic) - to be entirely fair, the commenter pointed out something that i hadn't realized myself, and it led to a second piece of the story that helped me tie up some loose ends, but...let's just say they weren't very kind about their feelings lmao

other than that, i had someone very upset because i didn't tag which character was bottoming in a fic (valid if that bugs u!) and they read through most of it before getting to the smut (and said that they enjoyed everything up to that point) then said they were 'disgusted' by it. i have opinions on that and a few other comments they made, but i will keep them to myself lmao

and beyond that, just a few ppl on my xiaoven fic saying that they were unhappy about the background kaeluc (which is tagged lmao) - really no hate whatsoever til genshin, honestly, which is...very hmmmm :) lmao

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

yep!!! mostly vanilla or vanilla-adjacent lmao i'm not super into heavy kink, although i know if epi reads this she's gonna call me out for being a monsterfucker bc of my dragon!zhongli smut :) lmaoooo but really i tend to write pretty vanilla smut! i also prefer to avoid any noncon/dubcon or hate sex or anything particularly angsty, just not my jam to write!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

hmm i don't think so? although i don't heavily monitor ao3 (or wattpad/ffn), so i can't really say that for sure lmao

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!! i've had a few fics translated to russian (little bird is one of them!) which is very sweet and i hope that anyone who prefers to read in russian has been enjoying those fics!!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

alksdfjklsdf only once, and it's deadass how me and rose got together. we decided to co-write a podcast au fic for the phandom (x) and ended up flirting via google docs asldkfjkldsfj

What’s your all time favourite ship?

what a horrible question, making me choose between my children like this!!!! sdlfkjdskf tbh i'm not sure i have a real answer bc it changes as i go? and 'favorite' is so vague,,,,,favorite to read? to write about? to think about? asdklfjkjsdfk i really don't know if i have an answer, but i'll maybe say kaeluc for now lmao

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

well first and foremost, with only 2 exceptions, i never post a fic unless it's done. i tend to follow wherever my passion leads my brain, so i'm notorious for jumping around between stories and taking breaks from long fic and returning later on to finish them, and i know that i would not do well under the pressure of posting something unfinished and trying to finish it in a timely manner

that said, many wips sit in my google doc folder, but one is Well Known as the one that has followed me through both the phandom and bnha (rose keeps asking who i'm gonna switch the chars to in genshin, but i think it suits bakudeku too well to do that) - only the lonely survive. it sits at like 36k in my wip folder, and i adore the story dearly and i want very much to finish it, but it never makes it quite to the forefront of my motivation, and so it rarely if ever gets worked on...i hate the idea of 'never' finishing it, but it's unfortunately quite likely that i won't 😭😭😭

What are your writing strengths?

emotion!!! and immersion!!! it's my goal in a fic to make it as immersive as possible and saturated with emotion to help convey that feeling of being in the place of the pov character, and i think i do it pretty well. also just bc i feel a little obligated to say it - another strength is actually sitting down and putting words down. i know that's a struggle for a lot of writers and i often get,,,,lovingly bullied? i guess? lmao for being able to bash out a few k in a day most days

What are your writing weaknesses?

this isn't so much a weakness i guess but i am basically incapable of treating crack fic as crack. if i have a cracky idea, it will, without a doubt, end up turning into a Perfectly Serious fic somehow (notable 'crack treated so seriously that it's no longer crack' fics include: todoroki doing the freeze-the-ocean thing from frozen 2, 'shmigaraki', todo and denki get together bc of vine references, the league sells feet pics, shiggy and natsu own a nightclub/bakery, scooby doo but make it bnha, and dabi getting his ears pierced at claire's)

but in all seriousness, i think my main weakness is that i often get comfortable? and i'm not one to typically push myself forcefully out of my comfort zone when it comes to stories that i come up with on my own, which often means that ideas inspired by discussions with others are what prompt me to branch out and try new things?

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

i think, like anything, it has its place? there are certainly stories where it makes sense to do that and even adds depth to a story, although i personally am not exceptionally comfortable enough with other languages (except maybe asl) to do that in fic myself without the assistance of someone very comfortable with that language lmao

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

the phandom! not really my jam to write rpf anymore but it definitely got me started and i'm really grateful for my time writing there, as everyone was super supportive and kind, and it was really a perfect place for a beginner to get comfortable and practice

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

again, forcing me to choose between my children...i really don't know that i can pick one fic bc they all exist in such wildly different spaces? i poured my worldbuilding soul into the king of disaster series (mainly dabihawks - x), exile (dan and phil - x) was my first massively long fic, our hearts are heavy burdens we shouldn't have to bear alone (chayea - x) is probably my favorite character/character dynamic study, i'm exceptionally proud of the smut in chosen (zhongchi - x), the list goes on and on and on lmao like. i could probably list half my fics as favorites in some regard dsflkjdfsjkl

anyway, tyty bellamy for putting this on my dash so i could do it as well!!

tagging: literally anyone who wants to do this, i have so many writer friends slkdjfjklsdf but please please tag me if u do it so i can read urs!!! 💜💜💜

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dotsayers · 3 years

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20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

tagged by the beloved @myrmidryad

this is a LONG one so here’s a cut to avoid do you love the colour of the sky syndrome

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

101 after a recent purge... no one may know about my Past

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

329004! used to be about 350k but again... purge

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

on ao3 i’ve written for (chronologically) doctor who, skyfall, discworld, les mis, star trek, lord peter wimsey, marvel (various), in the flesh, red vs blue, roosterteeth rpf, check please, hockey rpf, star wars, daredevil, rivers of london, dishonored, emmerdale, dirk gently, holby city, hot fuzz, kj charles, guardian, the covert captain, taskmaster rpf, good omens, ghosts, roswell new mexico, leverage, schitt’s creek, the magicians, 9-1-1, it chapter two, the magnus archives, the old guard, the mandalorian, the ritual, the locked tomb

way back on the pit of voles i wrote for twilight, harry potter, hetalia and xmen first class. and on the newsround chatrooms i wrote exclusively harry potter fic about my oc neville and luna’s daughter

as you can tell i am not prone to staying in one fandom writing wise, i tend to end up with one complete fic and seven abandoned wips concealed deep in my google drive

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

finally see what it means to be living (captain marvel, carol/maria, i really hit the zeitgeist with this one i think i was something like the fifth fic in the ship tag)

do whatever you think (the magnus archives, this series is actually #2-7, then #8 #9 and #11 for me so i’m going to cheat a bit)

standing in a world of my own (daredevil, matt/foggy/karen, another zeitgeist hit! really miss writing for daredevil actually... it’s a perennial fave)

a winding road that stretches towards the truth (iron man, tony/rhodey, i STILL don’t know when this got so many kudos. i swear i looked away when it was at 100 and suddenly it ended up here)

where the long shadows grow (star trek aos, kirk prime/spock prime, thank god some people are checking the prime kirkspock tag is all i’m saying!)

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

i don’t really Do angsty endings... possibly a blanket of stars just because i ended it on something of a cliffhanger and then completely zoned out of rnm for long enough that i forgot where i was going with it. there was definitely the intention of fixing things but then i just... did not do that. and now the show is on s3 and i’m over a season behind! life comes at you fast

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

where the long shadows grow, because it reunited kirk prime and spock prime and they DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY. i’m a complete sucker for presumed dead/back from the dead stories, actually, so on a similar theme i have two (TWO) daredevil fics which follow the trope, one about ray coming back post-s2 (might never be normal again) and one about foggy and matt reuniting post-endgame (in the corner, taking up space). this is the only time i will ever acknowledge endgame ever again

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

i do write crossovers! in fact i am often roundly mocked by my friends for the increasingly esoteric nature of my crossovers. way back in secondary i wrote a twilight/labyrinth crossover where angela was sarah and jareth’s daughter because i had a massive crush on a girl who liked both twilight and labyrinth. however, since that has been comprehensively scrubbed from the internet, i think my craziest crossover is probably part three of ‘traced upon the skies’, already an esoteric crossover of rivers of london and hot fuzz, when i added in a crossover with the horror movie ‘the ritual’ just because i wanted rafe spall’s character to be happy

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

EXTREMELY rarely and only with extreme embarrassment. i will not be any more specific than that

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i used to really struggle with doing this, to the point that i had over 300 comments just. lingering in my inbox unanswered. so i decided to give those up and just commit to answering them from then on, which has been working fairly well for about a year and a half now. i love getting comments but i get overwhelmed really easily and struggle with replying in a way which feels meaningful without getting in my head about it!

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yes lmao it was for a harry potter fic on ff.net where harry got sorted into hufflepuff instead of gryffindor. it wasn’t a very good fic but i think the fact it was clearly written by an 11 year old should have scared off at least some of the less flattering comments.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t... think so? i don’t know how i’d find out to be honest, my vanity googling is rarely very effective

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! as bronze may be much beautified (skyfall, mallory/bond) got translated into chinese, i was extremely pleased. i think it’s mandarin but the ao3 page for the translation doesn’t say and my mandarin is.................. extremely poor

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

also yes! me and jess little-smartass have written a lot together, although only our star trek/les mis series has been published, more’s the pity. we spent a lot of les mis fandom time workshopping aus and we were always extremely correct about all of it, imo

14. What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?

oh god. i think probably kirk/spock, although there’s some recency bias to that since i reread space manhattans recently and was reminded of my love for them. i really like writing jon/martin but i’ve mostly done that from outsider pov which is a bit different to writing shipfic, i think. joe/nicky from tog was also something i really liked writing but i struggle with plotting longer fic with them

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

i recently went through my abandoned fic folder so i actually have a few options for this. the obvious choice would be ‘any of the hockey ones’ but i did delete most of those just for my sanity. more recently i started writing a vaguely smutty pre-the thing mac/fuchs fic for alex @milkdrinker5000 which i really WANT to finish but am struggling with. most obscure answer (even beyond the thing) and most likely to remain unfinished is the insanely in depth post-tog booker/copley fic i had planned out back in about october. i wrote a good 6-7k of that one and then i realised it was going to be, like, difficult, and decided if i was going to put that much work into something it may as well be the novel im meant to be writing

16. What are your writing strengths?

once a friend told me i had an excellent facility for dialogue and ive thought about it every time i write ever since. i love writing dialogue and i think i’m good at knowing what sounds ic and what is right out.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

one of the things i struggled with for a really long time, and honestly still have trouble with, is depicting action in words. once i wrote a hockey fic which featured multiple hockey games and i spent probably four times as much effort editing those to make sense and be interesting that i’ve ever done on a talkier scene.

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

i’ve done it but only when i knew more or less what i was talking about - i did italian at school so i felt confident using it for nicky in something particular and real. i try not to italicise when i drop in words from other languages, which is what i usually do when i’m using a language i haven’t studied in depth (for example, joe’s use of arabic in some of my fic), and to only use words which i’ve heard used by native speakers in that context. i think if you don’t feel confident using another language, generally speaking, you shouldn’t do it. and for god’s sake don’t use google translate for a full sentence

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter on the newsround chatboards. ariana lovegood-longbottom my sweet child

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this used to be an easy question because hands down the fic i was proudest of on posting it was i’ll be seeing you. i spent a year and a half on research and writing! but these days i do cringe a little at my hockey fic, and i think i’m prouder of some of my shorter works. let’s do a curveball and say layer on layer, down on down, which is my favourite of my rnm fics and the one i like most from a narrative voice perspective. getting michael right was stressful and i’m still proud i got it down for a TIME LOOP FIC, my absolute favourite trope

tagging @little-smartass and @leescoresbies just in case they want to try this

#gin i can't BELIEVE you wrote for xiaolin showdown. iconic #text post tag #tagged in #writing tag

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Historical AU | Your Ballad of Dissatisfaction / justadram

Summary: Sansa Stark must have no one left to turn to if she would turn to Jon. Madmen AU featuring unplanned pregnancy and fake marriage.

Reason to Read: It’s brilliantly written, crisp and slick in a way that perfectly evokes Mad Men’s era and visual language in prose form. The dialogue is sharp and tight and Sansa especially sounds perfectly on key.

Beach AU | Beach Week / justadram

Summary: You drink. You hook up. Just not with your brother’s best friend.

Reason to Read: The flirting between Jon and Sansa is just everything you could want, the interplay genuine and goofy and intimate, and honestly my favorite part of the fic. Which is not to say that the smut part isn’t also excellent. It feels urgent and awkward and giggly in the way real sex does, and is all the hotter for that genuineness.

Modern AU | Bad Girl / woodswit

Summary: Sansa has just started at Wall Consulting, and is determined to make a good impression on the frosty, successful Jon Snow. Things don’t go quite according to plan.

Reason to Read: The basic premise is genius, and uchihabat does it justice. A lot of fics have a good hook, but don’t know how to explore and build on it, but that’s very much not the case here. The awkwardness of the premise is lengthened and built on to craft a really fascinating look at the pressures and invisible mores of the workplace and how hard it is for Sansa as a woman to navigate them.

Delicious Delicious Angst | Battlefield / woodswit

Summary: In which Jon and Sansa decide to have a child together. Things don’t go as expected.

Reason to Read: The angst of Jon and Sansa being into each other but unwilling to admit it because they think the other isn’t is always delicious, and it’s especially good here, the two of them so tantalizingly, heart-achingly close and yet unable to quite touch.

Making Some Kind of Sense of Season 8 | I Laid My Weapons Down / Lagardere

Summary: “Do you think I haven’t had enough?,” she says in a hoarse whisper. “Every time I stop moving I feel like I’m going to fall apart. Inside I am weak, that’s the truth, inside I’m shaking all the time. And I want to rest… I want a moment of rest where I don’t need to prepare for… For all the battles to come.”

Reason to Read: The anticlimactic nature of the War for the Dawn is something the show never delves into because the show is garbage, but is something that should hit Jon right in the gut after how long defeating the White Walkers has been his singular goal. Who is he once it’s done? The fic is a fascinating character study of the question.

Dark!jon | I’ll Pack My Goods for the Arkansas Woods / Lagardere

Summary: When Sansa’s brother goes missing, it falls to her to defend the house and the woods against the greed of the Boltons and Freys. All of this would be much easier if she could fight fire with fire, and there’s a saying in the valley: that all the Starks are a little wild, and all the Targaryens a little mad. Her cousin Jon just happens to be both.

Reason to Read: I appreciate I’ll Pack My Goods for the Arkansas Woods for intelligently exploring Jon’s dark side. It hits a nice balance: it gives Jon a real edge, but one that makes sense for the setting and his character. He’s dangerous without being a dick, and that’s such a more interesting than the way he’s normally written.

Manbun Jon | It’s Delicate (Isn’t It?) / noqueenbutthequeeninthenorth

Summary: He goes to build the fire back up, and for a few minutes he stays silent, kneeling at the hearth, not looking at her. Finally he clears his throat. “I know,” he begins, “it’s not exactly what you’re used to — ”

“You’d be surprised what I’m used to.”

Reason to Read: It’s wonderfully subtle and understated in how Jon and Sansa interact and navigate the trauma they’ve both been through, the way they finally have someone to trust but are still hesitant and stumbling and uncertain. It’s the perfect companion to the show’s scenes.

Crossover AU | Seasons of My Love / noqueenbutthequeeninthenorth

Summary: Harry Potter AU. Months after Ned and Robb are murdered, Sansa returns to Hogwarts for her final year of school. Far from home, she finds she must rely on family friend Jon Snow, now an Auror, to help keep her family together – and perhaps to help solve the mystery of her father and brother’s deaths.

Reason to Read: It’s a great evocation of Harry Potter in tone and style, and has a real emotional depth. I love the way the noqueenbutthequeeninthenorth writes Sansa and the realness of the trauma she’s suffered at the hands of Joffrey and the death of Ned and Robb, the ways its shaped her, and her determination to heal from it and move forward. One of the great parts of this fic is seeing Sansa reconnect with everyone in her life after the trauma she was through isolated her, particularly her friendships with Jeyne and Margaery.

Fluff | Emotional Consequences of Romantic Expressionism / pentaghastly

Summary: And thus ends the incredibly awkward, entirely convoluted, not-quite-friendship of Jon Snow and Sansa Stark.

Reason to Read: It’s fluffy and breathless and the closest thing to a romcom in prose form. Sansa is dramatic and adorable, and the banter is genuinely good. It’s fun and fluffy and you should read it.

Flash Fic | Sansa Stark and the Olympians / acourtofhopeanddreams

Summary: There were quite a few things Jon Snow, son of Ares, was really good at. Whenever they were making the teams to play capture the flag, he was the one everyone wanted in their team. He could deal with about five campers in the other team all on his own, which means that usually the team that got him ended up winning the game within fifteen minutes.

Reason to Read: I’m always a sucker for fics where Jon or Sansa has a crush on the other and is worried it’s unrequited; usually it’s Jon, so it’s nice to see a fic where the tables are turned a bit. The Percy Jackson books are also just a great AU setting for Jon and Sansa. The combination of the two make this fic a particular favorite of mine.

Follow me @tacitwhisky for fic recs, meta, and fanfic. I swear I’m good at at least two of those

#best in fic 2019 #jonsa #jonsa fic #fic rec #fic recs #jon snow #sansa stark

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softforcal · 5 years

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Writing Tips

I get a lot of asks about tips on writing so i figured i’d just make a huge ass post for ya’ll :)

this shit covers: character, plot, motivation, past vs present tense, 3rd vs 1st verson, oneshots vs multi chapter fics, moodboards for character building, dialogue, oc’s vs reader inserts, face claims, the grocery store test, the meme test

Character

okay i want to start by saying: i used to write imagines so writing in character was like MY THING for like 6 years so i have a LOT OF PRACTICE with watching something and picking up on characters and i’ve spent THOUSANDS of hours watching shows. so like, i’ve spent a lot of time on this you know? so don’t feel bad if you have a life and havent had as much practice :)

so at the moment, i’ve been doing character mood boards to help figure out a character? but the thing about that is im picky about face claims and it can be hard so this is an easily skippable option and i’m not even sure if i enjoy it yet you know?

so first: i think of a story. i think of the type of OC that’s involved, i think about what they’re like, (i sometimes find a face claim), i give them a name

for me, as soon as they have a name and sort of a face in my brain, they take on a life of their own. a character knows when you’ve found the right name and face for it and it comes alive when you do. like for me, Birdie was originally ‘Cherry’ but she was like ‘bitch no’ and wouldn’t let me write her until i found her name.

to be honest. i don’t plan things. like. when i write, the character just takes over. i have no control. they do what they want. fucking Valentina and Harry in Trouvaille, i had a whole angst scene for them and these assholes decided to go on the terrace and tell each other they like each other instead and then the story just ended. like. i had a pLAN and they RUINED IT.

you can’t be afraid if letting your characters do what they want to do. when you plot, a loose outline is good but i just throw my characters into a situation and see where they go.

like for my final gang au chapter, did i want Michael to leave town? no. but he needed to take Dove and get the fuck out of there you know?

i don’t make playlists really, sometimes certain songs stick to people, like one of my characters, his song right now is Girlfriend by Anderson East and that song was sort of inspiration.

I don’t know where my inspiration comes from. obviously i write a FUCK ton so let me see if i can explain a few past stories and where they came from.

Gang AU was born from a post by @hereforlukescruff about the song ‘Or Nah.’

Cromulent was based off a tumblr post about enemies fake dating

Wild one was legit just me figuring out how to work all of @glitterprincelus fav things into one fic

Floral was based off of looking at my favourite tattoo artists floral tattoos

Trouvaille was originally pompous New York! Calum but as i developed it, it was Harry and i couldn’t stop him from pushing Cal out of the way and being like ‘this is my apartment you wanker get the fuck out of here and let me smoke and paint in peace.’

Noise was originally based off an idea by @palliddark that i was blessed enough to receive, she also had influence in Cromulent because months ago she requested a post about the boys recording having sex for a song.

So i think what we’re realizing here is a lot of it comes through interacting with other creators. one of my new pieces is based off of 2 5sos songs and one is based off of a person in Love Island. so inspo can hit from anywhere

the fic im working on now came from me talking to @harryforvogue about the new Gucci ads Harry did.

i started a Greaser Cal that i dropped cuz im a whore, but it was inspired by @calsangel and hopefully it gets completed sometime soon

like. talking to other creative people is just a breeding pool for ideas. people you trust and love, people who you can bounce off of. listen for stories in music, study people and characters and who knows where it might lead you :)

i hope this helps. but yeah. my number one piece of advice: talk about writing, talk about stories, talk about the guys you want to write about and inspo WILL hit.

also to all the people i have tagged i hope you know how much you guys mean to me. like. i really appreciate all you guys do and how much support you’ve given me and continue to give me. i hope i can offer the same support in return and i love you all with my whole heart.

****** Moodboard and Character (final thoughts)

So basically since i wrote that OG advice, i’ve begun to realize: moodboards are a good tool because if you can easily come up with 9 pics for a character they’re pretty well thought out.

for example, my easiest moodboard to make was for Birdie in my gang au

Birdie: likes scrunchies, reading, classic stories, ice cream, bubblegum, lollipops, acrylic nails, having her hair in a bun

my worst moodboard was for a character named Annabelle from Noise

i started and was like... who is Annabelle: she’s blonde... she uhhhh is doing psychology?

and that’s all i could get because Annabelle was a mostly dialogue driven character with no actual mentioned likes or dislikes, in my eyes, Annabelle was not a well thought out character.

so moodboards can help because they show you how well you’ve got your characters figured out.

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Plot

so plot is tough. i tend to gravitate more to character driven plot because characters are my #thing. i’m going to start by going through some of my plotlines and going over the good and bad and hopefully have an answer at the end of it after picking apart my writing. should be FUN.

long fic plots

Noise plot: Annabelle gets a new neighbour and he keeps fucking girls and waking her up and they have banter, he’s a hothead and invites her to psychoanalyze him and it leads to some tension but he is soft for her right away and they a little awkward with each other but finally give love a try.

Floral plot: would renowned tattoo artist Calum chooses a new apprentice, socially awkward and anxious Lily, they’re attracted to each other but the confines of a boss and pupil relationship are tight and evident, creating tensions. Calum struggles with being professional while falling for the cute apprentice, especially when pressure is put on them by their friends, after slow burn and anxiousness they finally get together.

Cromulent plot: Calum has a new PR relationship with Chlo and he hates her, he thinks she’s fake and does everything he can to piss her off, finally deciding to fuck with her emotions by being a GREAT boyfriend which ends up hurting her and he realizes maybe she’s not so bad after all, things are a little confusing but they finally sit down and talk it out and address some of Calum’s insecurities about her past relationships and PR stunts, they agree to give love a try.

so, from these 3 long fic outlines we can see i usually go for character based turmoil which works well for fics between 10-15k (or longer, Trouvaille fits this format and it was 19k) I just think, relationships take time and people struggle to figure themselves out enough to enter a relationship. if you have some fiery characters and banter (Cromulent and Noise) or perhaps awkward anxiety and tip toeing (Floral and Trouvaille) shit works out you know?

for smaller oneshot fics plots can be easier and more situational i think.

Movie Snack plot : Cal goes to Luke and his GF’s place for movies and Luke gets bored and eats the reader out in front of Cal which leads to sex.

Road Trip plot : Luke and reader are dating and on a road trip they’re horny but end up having to share a room with Cal who has always had a thing for the reader, smut ensues.

Stay Still plot : Tattooist!Cal is the readers fuck buddy and she goes to get her tits pierced, ending up with Luke as her piercer, but Calum shows up and angst leads to smut.

so yeah, for smaller 1-5k little smut pieces it can be more relaxed, smut is just smut, not love, and sex is a hell of a lot easier than love you know?

yeah, so that’s all my plot advice

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3rd person, 1st person, what the fuck person

when it comes to HOW you write your fic (what person, what tense, etc...) that’s up to you. it’s honestly whatever you feel best in. i’ve dabbled with a bit of everything. you just have to find what feels the most natural to you :) that’s the only advice i can give on this because no one thing is better than the other, it’s up to you.

one tip for 3rd person i have is to generally focus on one character. i’m a fan of doing the thing where for example, in Cromulent, we focus on Calum and why he doesn’t like Chlo. if we switched to Chlo a lot it would take away from the unreliable narration and bias Calum has. the good thing is to stay with Calum and be angry at Chlo and realize with Cal that she’s not so bad.

but that’s just me.

you can do switching when characters are together or on a phone call, like if you’re with Calum but he’s calling (for example) Chlo and then you want to see her reaction you can do

Calum groaned, staring at the ceiling, “bla bla cal saying shit”

“bla bla Chlo answering” she held the phone tighter etc...

and just like that you’re now with Chlo not Calum.

*********** OC’s vs Reader Insert

i’ll be real here: for some reason, i feel like reader inserts are more read on tumblr and i started out doing reader inserts to build a following.

personally, i prefer writing OC’s because you can go more in depth with EVERYTHING.

it’s honestly up to you what you want to do. i’ve decided to do my short smuts at reader insert and longer fics as OC but it’s whatever works for you at the end of the day.

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Dialogue

I’m a fan of dialogue driving story, Noise was so much fucking dialogue it’s insane. finding your characters voice is important and sticking with that makes a huge difference. if you’re character can kind of be seen based JUST on what they’re saying, thats a good sign.

i hate to say it but imma say it: when doing 5sos it’s important to know they’re Australian. some countries have different mannerisms and such, for example, i’m Canadian but i can’t have Calum out here saying “it’s a nice day eh?” you know? so, i would advise to try to get a handle on accents and word choice specifically to make them more believable. as is said in the iconic movie Tropic Thunder

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Motivation

so this is probably one of the biggest issues writers are facing and i’m about to get REAL AS FUCK.

on tumblr, it can feel like once you gain a following you CONSTANTLY need to be pumping shit out for them.

back in the day, i was posting a HC a day and a lot of it was for hogwarts!5sos. it felt like a job, which wasn’t anyone elses doing per se, i just think a lot of fic writers get caught up in this pressure whether it’s imposed by anons or not (im lucky that i’ve never had anon pressure and i’m very grateful for my amazing followers tbh)

Tumblr is not a job. if you’re writing, write for you. you are blessing tumblr with you’re writing. please don’t feel pressure to put stuff out or write a new chapter or anything.

if you ever feel like you’re under a lot of pressure, take a few days away, find the root of your writing joy. always do what you want to do. if you have to turn off asks to feel sane, do it. if you gotta block mean anons pressuring you, do it. you don’t owe anyone anything.

your writing is a gift graciously bestowed on this hellsite and this site shouldn’t make you feel pressured to write and give content FOR FREE. it shouldn’t make you lose your passion and make writing feel like a chore or job.

motivation can be hard. i’m a fucking psycho so don’t use me as a base for what you should be doing. i put out a fic a week which i really shouldn’t be doing, it’s not practical. but i can type fast as fuck and writing 1 or 2k in 10 minutes is normal for me so don’t use me as an example you know.

go at your own pace. write what you love. write au’s or for the characters you love and hopefully the rest will come.

******** Multi Chapter vs oneshots

ok more realness, pros and cons of each

oneshots:

pros:

-its one and done, no need to worry about putting out more

-they can be fun

-it’s all in one place which a lot of readers like

Cons:

-can be long af

-take longer to write since a oneshot is probably like 10+k depending on who you are as opposed to perhaps 5k chapters of a multi chapter fic

Multi Chapter

pros:

-people are excited for more

-cliffhangers are fun

-people interact with you more about chapters to come

cons:

-more pressure to put out new chapters

-with each new chapter you’re probably losing likes because people get bored or forget about it because people sometimes don’t have the attention span or whatever to continue reading whenever you update

-usually tend to be longer than a oneshot (5k chapters means that in 2 chapters you have probably surpasses a oneshot length of 10ishk)

So i will be real. i prefer oneshots. i adore my gang au which was long as fuck and super multi chaptered but it’s tough to see the likes go down and down. plus, i wrote all of Penumbra (the main multi chaptered part) before i started putting it out so i had no pressure to write more cuz that shit was done before i started posting.

which does help. if you want to write the whole thing before you start posting it takes off the first con but you’re still left with the other 2.

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Face Claims

i feel like for some characters they’re born without a face claim but i totally get it if you want to use a face claim before you even start. finding face claims can be hard so you have to get ready to go creep on insta and look at models and figure out who you like. a lot of insta models follow each other so once you find a model you like, look through their following list or recent likes to see other models.

another thing you can do is go for brands or photographers who link their models. Fashion Nova for example, if you’re scrolling through and like a girl the link is there. and the same goes for some photographers. there’s a lot of accounts that are just for hot girls with links to their instas so (even if it feel weird) you should go check those out :)

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The Grocery Store Test

next, for making characters, i think for me name is a big part of it. once a character finds their name that character comes alive in my mind. i was thinking about this yesterday and i said to myself, ‘you know you have a good grasp on your character when you can imagine them in a grocery store and know what they’d do.’

for example:

Birdie (from Gang AU) would go look at nail polish and candy, Luke would legit have to put her in the cart to get her out of there and if there’s a book section? good luck man

Valentina (trouvaille) is just gorgeous. she and Harry would go and he’d push the cart and she’d have a nicely written notepad of things to get and she’d look so pretty, head bowed, crossing things off, and Harry would be such a melt for her. he would crash into things cuz he’s so busy paying attention to her. she’d be a fan of picking up boxes and reading out nutritional values just to point out to Harry that eggos are not good for him.

so, Valentina and Birdie are probably my best OC’s if i’m being honest and because of that, these were easy.

now, take a character i didn’t work on as much and suddenly it’s different

Annabelle (noise) never really talked about anything but school and shitting on Calum so, i mean, i guess i can think of what she’d do in a store but.. like, i’d have to think about it you know?

so to me, we can see the difference between a fully fledged OC and one that needs to be worked on.

but, Noise still got a lot of likes so i dunno, i’m just self critical i guess.

i think, when it comes to characters, everyone has flaws. Annabelle is too critical of Calum and has a stigma about wealth, Valentina… she’s flawless not gonna lie but she’s a little too afraid of stepping on other people’s toes and she should probably be less anxious, Birdie is way too sentimental and cries over everything, plus she’s way too trusting and naive at times.

it’s balance. but once a character is born in your brain, you just gotta give them love and hopefully others will as well :)

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The Meme Test

my most recent advice is: if you can meme a character or dynamic between characters, you know you’re gucci. imma leave a meme here for a fic i’m working on and ya’ll will have no clue what it means but whatever it’s a point

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so hopefully this has answered any questions you have. this is all just my opinion and if you disagree with what i’ve said thats chill. at the end of the day this is what works for me and i urge you to find what works for you. there’s no one clear way to write.

good luck writer bubs :)

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aishabby02 · 5 years

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Love as its Darkest| O1

➳ Sammury: You were a nursing student. Your life was barely just starting. One day you get an unexpected visit in school that turns your world upside down. Your life was full of lies and you were going to find out in the worst possible ways.

➳ Paring: Reader/Jungkook, Reader/Taehyung, BTS/Reader—not in a romantic way

➳ Genre: Future Agst, Future smut, violence, gang ralated stuff, fluff, death

➳ Tags: Bts!mafia, Jungkook!mafia au, Taehyung!mafia, forced-marriage, Mafia leader brother-Jimin, BTS OT7, Exo members

➳ A/N: Heyy guys, this is my first written story. I hope you guys like it. I already have the next chapter written. I’ll see how this one goes and I’ll post the next one. It might have a few grammatical errors for English it’s not my first language. Please bare with me lol & always remember that these characters are fictional. I DONOT in any way think the members would ever act this way. 🥰❤️ thanks xoxoxo———————————————————————

You were sitting in your Health Assessment class, paying close attention to your teacher as he talks more in depth about the study-guide for your upcoming exam. You were relieved that it was your last class of the day. It was your 3rd quarter of nursing school and you were extremely exhausted.

You often wondered and worried on how you were going to pull all the way through. Maybe you were just being selfish, as all you have to do was study and focus on school, while others have to do the same, plus work a full time job to pay their classes. You’ve been raised with a silver spoon and have no idea of what it’s really a struggle to get what you want without the help of others.

Your father died when your mother was pregnant of you in a tragic car accident, so you never got the chance to meet him. However, God has blessed you with a wonderful step-father that has raised you since you were 3 years old. When your mother remarried, your mom, older brother and you moved over to Korea because that’s were your step-father lived. So Korea is all you know.

Your parents have provided you everything since you can remember, but you wanted to be independent. You wanted to travel and see what’s out there in other countries.

You always knew since you were little you wanted to be in the medical field. You just didn’t know what type of occupation in the medical field you wanted to do. So you thought nursing should be a good start, until you get more familiarized in the field and figure out what you really want to do.

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You were paying attention to your teacher when the dean of the school entered the class.

“Professor Choi, do you happened to have Ms. Park Y/N with you?” the dean of the school asked. Your professor walked to her with an annoyed face and answered. “Yes, I do. However, my class is about to end in a few minutes. If you don’t mind I would like for Ms. Park to finished the class, for it’s really important for her to hear the whole review for the upcoming exam.”

You sat there not knowing what to do. You knew you didn’t want to miss anything from the review, but you were also wondering why would the dean of the school wanted to see you.

The dean of the school looked at your teacher and frown, and while shaking her head answer “I’m afraid not, this is urgent.” With that your teacher looked at you and spoked. “You heard the lady Ms. Park.”

With that you hurriedly clean your stuff off your desk and put all your belongings in your book-back. While you were putting everything away your friend Seulbi told you not to worried because she has been recording the whole class and once the class is done she’ll send you the recording. You looked at her with a smile and whisper a “thank you”.

You quietly fallowed the dean to her office. When you guys got into her office you were extremely surprised to see your brother there. If he was here personally something bad must have happened.

With wide eyes and a worried face you ask your brother what was he doing here. “Oppa, why are you here?”

He looks at you with a sad expression and tells you “Y/N, sweetheart we need to talk.”

Your heart starts to pound loudly in your chest. If the fact that your brother himself was actually here to tell you this, had you nervous, seeing his sad expression had you waiting for the worst.

The dean of the school softly cough. “I’ll be outside if you guys need anything.” You look at her leave and than focused on your brother.

Your brother patted the seat beside him and you slowly walked and sat next to him. You can tell your brother was nervous, and that puts you more on edge. The fact that he was dragging this, made you ever more anxious.

“Jesus, Jimin fucking speak already. Your killing me here!” you shouted.

He looked at you and spoke softly. “Y/N, something horrible has happened.”

You scoffed. “No shit, you wouldn’t be here otherwise. Stop dragging it, and just say whatever it is.”

Jimin sat there looking at you. On the ride there he was thinking on how to tell you this . He made up his mind that the best way to do it was to tell you right away and not beat around the bushes. But seeing you here in front of him and thinking on how this is going to break you, had him doubting wether he can actually have the courage to tell you or not. You were the most important person to him in this entire world and he would do anything in this world to spare you from any sadness, but this was unavoidable.

He finally spoke at the edge of tears “Y/N, i-it’s mom and dad, they h-have...” Jimin runs a hand through his hair. Fuck. This was so hard for him to do.

You were so anxious and worried on what the hell he was trying to say, that you put your hands on his shoulder and gently shaked him. “Jimin, please just tell me whatever it is. I’m stressing out and your not making anything better.”

He just got up and hug you tightly, while whispering “Mom and Dad has p-passed away, I’m sorry.”

You felt like a whole bucket of iced cold water has been dropped on you. Your whole entire body shaking. You can’t believe this. No. Jimin has to be lying. Your parents were perfectly find this morning.

“Y-you’re lying, please Jimin tell me you are lying!” you shouted, your eyes boiling with tears as you imagine the slightest possibility of this being true.

Jimin’s heart ache, if the news of his parents death killed him inside, the scene before his eyes shatter his heart in a million pieces. But he wanted, no needed to be strong for you.

“ No Y/N it’s true, I’m so sorry sweetheart. I’m so so sorry..” he hugged you tightly while crying. You felt like your whole world has come crushing down. You can’t accept the fact that your parents will no longer be there for you.

“O-oh my God...” you cried hysterically while pulling on Jimin’s shirt “ P-please Jimin... that can’t be true.” You started pacing around the room like a crazy person.

“I-I just had breakfast with them this morning.”

Jimin went up to you and hold you in place. “I know Y/N. It was an accident”. You looked at him in denial.

No! You refused to believe that God would take your parents away. Even so, In another accident, wasn’t he happy of taking your biological father away the same way? You couldn’t deal with all the different emotions you were feeling. You just wanted to get out of there and hide away forever and cried until you die. The thought of not having your parents around, makes you cry in agony. The scene playing in your mind of them not seeing you graduate, as it was their dream, makes your heart contrast with pain. It was too much for you and Jimin knew it.

He got closed to you and spoked softly “lets go home.” You didn’t even heard what he said, you body was physically there but your mind and soul were elsewhere. Jimin just gently push you out of the school.

The ride home was quiet. Jimin and the driver haven’t said a word. As the car enters Jimin’s mansion and comes to a stop, Jimin helps you out of the car.

“Y/N sweetheart, have you eaten anything?” you look at your brother like he has three heads. He can’t be fucking serious. Our parents just die and he worries about if I have eaten something. How can he be so fucking calm about this.

“Jimin, I want to be alone.” You replied.

“I know Y/N, but you need to eat something.” He said while rubbing your back.

“No! Jimin I don’t. My parents just fucking die. OUR PARENTS!! H-honestly I don’t know how you are so calm about it, but the last thing in my mind right now is eating. I honestly just want to fucking die!” you shout while sobbing.

Jimin was taken aback. You never shout at him but he knew that you weren’t in your right mind right now. So he just told one of the maids to set a room up for you.

“Don’t fucking say that Y/N. Our parents death broke me but you need me and I need to be strong for you.” he said while holding the urge to cry for your sake.

You looked at him and just started crying even more. It’s not his fault and honestly you are taking all of this out on him and it’s not fair. After all, your brother has always and will always be there for you. He is all you’ve got now.

You spoke in between sobs. “ I-I’m sorry oppa.” you wiped your tears of your face. “I just can’t believe t-this, and it’s not fair to you.” You said. Jimin just nodded and told you that everything will be fine. He than told you to go and rest for a little bit. That he will check up on you in a few hours. You agreed and follow the maid to your new supposed bedroom.

Once you got to the room you started screaming, crying, swinging, everything possible to take these feelings of sadness, anger, disappointment away. You did so until you felt asleep out of exhaustion.

At the other end of the house Jimin was in his office. When he got there and knew he was alone. He just broke down and started crying. He was holding it in for you, but he can no longer keep it inside. He was crying, while he heard a knock on the door.

He wiped his tears away and cleared his throat. “Yes, who is it? I wish to not be bothered right now.” He said in a low tone.

On the other side of the door a woman answered. “It’s me baby, please let me be with you through this. Open this door Jimin.”

As soon as Jimin heard the woman’s voice he ran to the door. He open the door and hug her tightly, so tightly that the woman complained in pain. “Ahh.. J-Jimin baby your hurting me.” He slowly let go of her.

“I’m sorry baby, I-I just… you are the only person who I can break down like this with.” He said while crying. Hannah simply looked at him softly and kissed him were his tears have been. Hanna was Jimin’s girlfriend. They have been together for 4 years.

“I know baby, I’m here for you.” she said while hugging him tightly. They were like this for a while. Until Hannah spoke. “How is Y/N taking this?”

He looked away and stared at the window. “How do you think, she is fucking broken… I-I can deal with this, I don’t care if I hurt…b-but seeing her like that kills me inside.”

Hannah simply nodded. She knew you were the most important person to him and you were precious to him. She was more worried about what Jimin was going to do about what has happened, than what is going on right now. She spoked softly. “I know baby, it will take some time for her to heal, for you as well. But she was more attached to them, since she was still living with them.” She took a short breath before asking. “What will you do about this Jimin, I’m fucking worried sick about you? T-the guys are too.”

Jimin sigh deeply. He has cried it out, this pain will never fade, but he has to learn to adapt to it. But now it’s time to put this aside and deal with what has really happened to your parents. Jimin didn’t want to tell you that your parents were murder because you were not aware of your family business and he wanted to keep it that way. You were so innocent, so not part of this type of life, that he wishes you never learned about it. Your stepfather was the leader of one out of the 3 biggest and more respected and feared gangs in Seoul. Jimin being his son has now gain that title.

Jimin has being in the mafia with his stepfather since he was 12, so he knew that eventually something like this could happened were he would be passed down the title as the leader of Bloodhounds. He never thought this would happened though, he never saw the death of your parents coming.

He spoked in a low tone “Hannah, I need you to do me a favor.”

She simply nodded and asked him right away what was it. He then answered “Call all the members and tell them we are going to have an urgent meeting.” She knew this was not a good sign but regardless she agreed and did as she was told.

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themagiciansreccenter · 5 years

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Author Spotlight: @hoteldestiel

Every week we are going to be interviewing a writer from The Magicians fandom. If you would like to be interviewed or you want to nominate a writer, get in touch via our ask box.

First things first, tell us a little about yourself.

Yo! I’m Tor, 20s, pansexual, emotional about too many things, obsessive about characterization, and a sucker for chaotic goods and theater gays. Words are, for lack of a better way of describing it, my everything. They get me through the darkest times and help me celebrate the lightest ones. Creating worlds, and making people feel with what I create… there is no way (that I’ve found yet) to properly explain how much it all means to me.

How long have you been writing for?

My grandpa tells me I’ve been writing stories since I could form sentences. I believe him. I have a little “book” I wrote in kindergarten about a princess who refused to be “saved” when the prince showed up so clearly strong female characters have been my jam for like, ever. Honestly, it’s been my Defining Thing for as long as I can remember.

What inspired you to start writing for The Magicians?

The depth in the characters, the depth of the relationships, the real way it tackles mental illness and trauma. The emotional rawness of the show. It’s all a fanfic writer’s dream tbh.

Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? What it is about them that makes them your favourite?

Eliot is my bb. He’s so much more complex and deep and dark and twisty than he gets credit for, but I think what I love most is the way he’s willing to fall on the sword for those he loves a thousand times over. He doesn’t want to be the hero, necessarily, but he refuses to let those he cares about down, and I dunno, that just breaks my heart into a trillion pieces. I also really like writing Fen, again, I think she’s a lot more layered than she gets credit for a lot of the time, and I like exploring that.

Do you have a preference for a particular season/point in time to write about?

Not yet. I’m obsessed with the mosaic, but I love exploring where they are at different points in the series as well. Check back with me in like a month when I’m officially dying about season 4 and just need to write my way out of that hell hole of emotion ;)

Are you working on anything right now? Care to give us an idea about it?

I am! I’m continuing to work on my multi-chap mosaic/canon divergent fic, Peaches and Plums, and I’ve got several oneshots in the work, some POV studies of an emotional scene, a who-knows-what-it’ll-turn-into where the monster can key into Eliot’s attraction to Quentin, and of course my 39 Graves timeline.

How long is your “to do list”?

Embarrassingly long lol. There’s so much I want to do!!

What is your favourite fic that you’ve written for The Magicians? Why?

Peaches and Plums is my baby right now. It’s the first Magicians fic I wrote, and it’s the one that gave me the confidence that I could portray these characters in a true-to-them way. Plus, mosaic flashbacks and an Eliot Depression Monster I mean come on.

Many writers have a fic that they are passionate about that doesn’t get the reception from the fandom that they hoped for. Do you have a fic you would like more people to read and appreciate?

Not yet! I’m still kind of new to the fandom, but I’m sure I’ll have a list before the month’s out haha.

What is your writing process like? Do you have any traditions or superstitions that you like to stick to when you’re writing?

I write best when I have headphones in and a cup of hot tea or coffee beside me. Whenever possible, I like to write by hand for my first draft. Something about it just gets me in a better flow, and then I get a built-in editing pass when I transfer it to the computer! I don’t know if it’s a superstition or not, but I have a certain kind of pen I like to use most (anything that’s like the sharpie pen), I’m convinced it makes me just a tiny bit more creative.

Do you write while the seasons are airing or do you prefer to wait for hiatus? How does the ongoing development of the canon influence and inspire your writing process?

So I only started writing between season 3 and 4, but based on my other writing life decisions, I tend to be a slave to the muse. When an idea strikes, I have to at least start drafting. I actually kind of love getting inspired by a cliff hanger or a character development and using that to write my own version of what happens next. Seeing what happens in canon after is a) hilarious and sometimes b) prophetic in which case I feel like a total badass.

What has been the most challenging fic for you to write?

My 39 Graves fic, there’s just so much to balance!

Are there any themes or tropes that you particularly like to explore in your writing?

The found family thing is so my jam, characters dealing with trauma in unexpected and nontraditional ways is another, and the many forms that love can take is another theme I like to explore. It works SO well with these characters and the ways in which they love one another, too.

Are there any writers that inspire your work? Fanfiction or otherwise?

I mean it’s hard not to be inspired by ohmarqueliot (sorry, had to!), and OneEyedDestroyer (again, had to!) The work they do is so fantastic. I love czarrish (vharmons on Ao3) to death. In the non-fanfiction world, Maggie Stiefvater has floored me time and time again with the way she builds worlds and tension and characters. The woman writes pure poetry.

What are you currently reading? Fanfiction or otherwise?

Fanfiction: Sharing Skin and Modified Aspect Ratio.

Non-fanfiction: The Magicians (look I need as much inspo for this 39 graves fic as I can get!)

What is the most valuable piece of writing advice you’ve ever been given?

Make people feel something. Also, using “said” 99% of the time as opposed to other speaking descriptors. When you just use “said,” you’re forced to paint their emotions in other ways, and it makes the scene so much more alive.

Cringe time:

Are there any words or phrases you worry about over using in your work?

Chuckling, eyebrow-arching, scoffing, and waving of hands dismissively. I’m CONSTANTLY afraid of overusing those, especially because I write so much from Eliot’s point of view. Honestly, laughter, in general, is a dangerous line I walk. It can become such a space-filler, but I’m working on it!

What was the first fanfic that you wrote? Do you still have access to it?

Oh god, I think it was HP fanfic, and it was in like...junior high. So alas, I do not.

Rapid Fire Round:

Self-edit or Beta? Combo, but I LIVE for a beta.

Comments or Kudos/Reblogs or Likes? Comments! I love seeing what others think of what I’m creating.

Smut, Fluff or Angst? Is all of the above an option? No? Angst probably pulls at me the most.

Quick & Dirty or Slow Burn? Slow. Mother. Effin. Burn.

Favourite season? Favourite episode? 3. A Life in the Day

Favourite book(The Magicians books)? I just started the series!

Three favourite words? (this is really freaking hard!) electric, fuck, home

Want to be interviewed for our author spotlight? Get in touch here.

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kokorobloom · 6 years

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GOT7 Fan-fic. Rec.

So, since I’ve read like 80% of fics in the Got7 fandom, I though I’d do a fic rec, to help you (potential reader) and so that I finally can have a list of my favorite fics. These are not all the fics I’ve read, just the first ones that came to my mind. Also most of it consist of JJP, but I will add more pairings as I go! This list is not yet complete, I’m working on completing it, it just takes a lot of time to search for these fics. None of these fics are mine, all credits go to the amazing authors! The only things that are mine, are the little reviews after each fic! Good read! :)

M = Mature / Explicit W = Trigger Warning ♡ = fave

!still under editing!

Jaebum / Jinyoung

* M - Anteroom by minhyukie

Summary: How do you act around your ex with your child in the other room? It’s been almost a year and a half, and Jinyoung has yet to figure it out.

Review: soooo goood!! It’s extremely angsty but its so worth it! The growth of the character is portrayed really well, the side characters are awesome and such an important part of everything, I loved it so much! Also kid!yugyeom is always a plus! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

*M - Jaebum’s Color Theory by pepijr

Summary: Jinyoung is a film studies professor trying to get promoted and Jaebum does his best to help.

Review: Alright, in this one Jaebum is the cutest but dumbest human being. Like he’s really dense but it’s so on point and it’s so lovable it’s unreal. Everything is perfect about this one.♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

*M - Meet The Parents by pepijr

Summary: Jinyoung loves Jaebum, and Jaebum loves him back, but a single note makes him question everything.

Review: It’s a continuation of Jaebum’s Color Theory, thank god the author has decided to bless us with more of this universe! It’s still ongoing but it’s just as good as the first one if not better! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

*M - The Park Family Recipe by pepijr

Summary: Jaebum and Jinyoung meet after six years with a lot more baggage than they remember.

Review: Another single dad!Jinyoung au (well kinda, Hyunjin is his little brother but he takes care of him). Jinyoung has a lot of problems but orphan!Jaebum is ready to fight for the family he choose.

*M - bdsm quiz by okjb

Summary: jjp take a bdsm quiz and come to some interesting self-discoveries

Review: this one is pure smut lol

*M - Nora’s Dairies by pepijr

Summary: In which Nora makes sure that Jinyoung and Jaebum meet in every life.

Review: ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

*M - Take All Of Me by fishcake

Summary: It has bothered Jaebum since the day he could comprehend it.

Review: We need more omega!Jaebum in our life. ♡♡

* M - bloom by subsequence

Summary: Jaebum may have learned to accept his role as future king, but accepting this new role — the thought makes him sick to his stomach.If he could have, Jaebum would have chosen any other way to present as an omega.(Or: Omegaverse Arranged Marriage AU featuring Princes!JJP and a cast of loudmouth extras.)

Review: So good???? Like this one is right up my ally, I just fucking love everything about this one. Seriously, do yourself a favor and read it. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* M - Playboy by comingbacktoyou

Summary: Jaebum's intentions are obvious. Jinyoung doesn't get the hint.

Review: HOLY HOLY OH MY. Jaebum is a producer who's desperate for dick, Jinyoung is a new artist acting all prude bUT JUST WAIT FOR IT. Cute Markson in the bg. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* M - The Tiger and the Duke by foxxing

Summary: Im Jaebum is the richest man in the country under forty, content to mess around and skirt the headlines as a cutthroat businessman and casual playboy. Park Jinyoung is a graduated English Literature major, content with (in Jackson's words) his boring life working at a restaurant and writing poetry. When their worlds collide over a spilled cup of coffee, Jinyoung learns there's a lot more to life than the secrets of his past and the safety of library books.

Review: This one is literally a JJP classic. Long af but sooo worth the read. The characters really just grow on you, even if they are dumb af sometimes :( also GREAT SMUT

* M - Wilder by Sugarbowl

Summary: Newly graduated, Jinyoung is determined to try new things. New parties, new boys, and when Mark asks for a favor, even volunteering as a counselor at summer camp. But new experiences can get complicated, and he quickly finds himself a little out of his depth.

Review: Another classic. I live for the sex scene in at the end. Jaebum is confused and doesn't know how to stand up for himself and Jinyoung is jealous af but also kind of insecure. But they make a great pair together :'). ALSO great smut (!), awesome Markson and cute af Yugbam plus a bunch of great Kpop cross overs (!!).

* M - Charade by Sugarbowl

Summary: Jaebum and Jinyoung walk parallel paths in many ways, but Jaebum isn't interested in their intersection. Jaebum struggles to support his young son on his own, while everything seems to come easy for wealthy, charming Jinyoung. But when they're forced to partner for a project, Jaebum finds himself a bit more willing, and much more in need.

Review: Another great fic by Sugarbowl. It's still ongoing but this fic is so beautiful. Both Jaebum's and Jinyoung's feelings are portrayed extremely well and the way they come together is beautiful. Plus kid!Yugyeom is adorable. ♡♡

* M - Citation by KingJackson

Summary: When the one book he needs for an important term paper has to remain in the campus library, Jinyoung catches the eye of Jaebum, a library assistant.

Review: Another classic. Jinyoung is dumb af in this fic, I literally was on the verge of screaming while reading this. But luckily Jaebum is soft af, so everything works out in the end :DD Great smut is always a plus! ♡

* M - Flux by foxxing

Summary: Jinyoung doesn't love him back.

an AU where jaebum and jinyoung have been best friends for their entire lives, and where jaebum has always been irrevocably in love with him but somehow, jinyoung just doesn't seem to get it.

Review: Another fic that makes me scream. LIKE SERIOUSlY WTF. My heart ached so much during this fic :( But as always everything works out but man, this was an emotional ride for me. ♡

* M - Compas Calling by Sugarbowl

Summary: Prince Jinyoung is destined for a lifetime of luxury, until he's shoved in a trunk and accidentally abducted. Im Jaebum clawed his way out of poverty to captain a pirate ship and... not much else, actually. Jinyoung could be his first real treasure, if Jaebum could just figure out how holding someone for ransom actually works.

Review: BEST FUCKING FIC OF THE CENTURY DO YOU HEAR ME I'VE RE-READ THIS ONE SO MANY TIMES IT'S THE BEST OMG ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* M - A certain Romance by foxxing

Summary: By day, he's a top-rated babysitter. By weekends he's an x-rated escort. These things are generally kept separate, until the day his weekend regular gets his phone number by recommendation and calls for an emergency babysitter. The problem is that Jaebum doesn't know that Junior the escort is also Jinyoung the babysitter.

In which Jaebum and Jinyoung know each other in the biblical sense but maybe want to get to know each other, too.

Review: okay this fic is like really hot and kid!yugyeom is back at it with being adorable :')♡♡

* Unless by gotchick

Summary: jaebum had always been mark's best friend, while jinyoung was mark's kid brother. (high school au)

Review: Really cute au, the progress of growing up is portrayed well and realistically. (Spoiler! Honestly I live for the scene where JB throws a pillow on Jinyoung's surprise boner to save him :'DD )

* M - Wildcat by foxxing

Summary: No one really talks about it, but it's a well known secret that Jaebum’s real vice is racing cars. Dangerous and incredibly illegal, street racing is the one thing Jaebum is good at (besides being the nation’s first pain in the ass) and has never been caught for. How he does it, nobody knows: Jaebum's been caught for drugs, for stealing, for fighting, but it seems like the one thing the police can never pin him down for is the one thing he loves the most.

He represents everything that Jinyoung can't stand, and Jinyoung hates him.

Review: this is some A+++++ smut right here. ♡

* W - the grandfather paradox by symmetrophobic

Summary: Jaebum locks himself in a cyclic normalcy of work, home, life, and the two people he now loves most in the world- his husband Jinyoung and six-year-old son Yugyeom. So when a mysterious teenager shows up in his life and messes all that up, to say that he's just a little displeased by the change would be an understatement. But Jaebum soon discovers there's more to this quiet, truthful boy than meets the eye, and knows that he has just about four days to find out why.

Review: Amazing fic, but my heart hurts so bad :(((((((((

* M - Prove it by Got7hearts

Summary: For as long as he can remember Jaebum has always been there, protecting him and taking care of him like the big brother he never had so what happens when Jaebum is pronounced an alpha and Jinyoung an omega and the air between the two suddenly shifts.

Review: Great A/B/O fic and hot af smut!

* Of duchebags and pretty boys by schoetheisrealaf

Summary: "Dear Dog Biscuit, Since you seem unable to understand the sign that clearly indicates that this parking space is to be exclusively used by the staff of this facility, I’ll kindly explain it to you again: Until you’re an employee of the state who works his ass off for society only to get shit wages and the worst working hours you CAN’T USE THIS PARKING LOT, SO FUCK OFF! Apart from that, have a nice day. PS.: I hope you don’t have sex for a year. :)"

You steal my parking spot all the time and I was just heading out to leave a strongly worded note under your windshield wiper but oh no you're hot AU Starring Jinyoung the kindergarten teacher and Jaebum the (arrogant yet dorky) business man

Review: I JUST LOVE THIS FIC IT'S SO CUTE OK?!?♡♡♡♡♡♡

* M - lagoon by gotchick

Summary: in elegant terms, jaebum is jinyoung's sponsor. in inelegant terms, he's jinyoung's sugar daddy.

* M - Walls of Glass by hakka is_shadow, katamari

Summary: The city's social structure is firm and unyielding--Alphas at the top, Betas in the middle, and Omegas as pliant, broken servants to the Alphas. When Im Jaebum, the heir of an old Alpha family suddenly finds his social position flipped, he's thrown into a world of intrigue, deceit, and as the very unwilling servant to an even more unwilling Park Jinyoung.

Review: OK SO THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THE BEST WRITTEN FIC IN THIS FANDOM. LIKE THE UNIVERSE IS SO WELL MADE AND THE PROGRESS OF JJP RELATIONSHIP MAKES MY HEART SWELL UP WITH LOVE ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* Come Soflty (to Me) by Sugarbowl

Summary: Jinyoung is new in town, and Jaebum is trouble. 50's AU

* M - Spoor by maledict

Summary: It wasn’t odd, to present so late, but that wasn’t the problem.

Review: I don't like to read canon fics, but this one was a great one.

* an apple a day by moonlikeyou

Summary: Doctor Park Jinyoung, star of Seoul Medical Centre's paediatric department, is used to being treated by nothing less than starry-eyed adoration and respect. So, its no surprise that when Im Jaebum, a surgeon with maddeningly pretty twin moles, kicks him out of "his" operating room, Jinyoung gets a little mad.

Okay, maybe more than a little mad. But it's all Im Jaebum's fault anyway.

Review: DOCTOR!AU. CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* M - Taint Me by Got7hearts

Summary: Jinyoung is seventeen when he falls in love with Jaebum, who is eight years older than him.

Review: Jaebum with piercing. That's it. ♡♡

*M - This Christmas (I'll give you my heart) by schoetheisrealaf

Summary: Jaebum and Jinyoung have a fight at the supermarket in the morning. Jaebum and Jinyoung find out they're arranged to be married in the evening. Jaebum and Jinyoung fall in love, but only in time.

Shouting match over the last Christmas goose at the grocery store AU

Review: This is super cute. Best while listening to Confession. :'3

* M - Smoke and Mirrors by hakkais_shadow

Summary: This was not the birthday present that Im Jaebum was expecting...

Review: Mafia au and hot af smut... ♡♡

* M - I Don't Fucking Care (At All) by wonwoozi

Summary: “Your boyfriend’s hot when he plays.” Jackson mumbles to him as he slips an arm behind Jinyoung, hand finding purchase on the edge of the wooden bartop, his fingers gripping the ribbed edge.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Jinyoung replies instinctively and gives Jackson a routine jab to the ribs. “And that’s my line, by the way.” He adds as his eyes trail over to Mark, sat behind the drumkit with his face trained into a concentrated smirk, smashing every beat perfectly, hair positively dripping with sweat.

“Not my boyfriend either.”

* M - keep me warm by subsequence

Summary: The problem is that Jaebum...isn't a cat. At least, not entirely. God, sometimes Jinyoung wishes it were that easy, wishes he could just leave out a bowl of food and water and maybe get his laptop keyboard used as a napping spot when he was supposed to be working and have a simple owner-pet relationship.Instead, Jinyoung has a romantic entanglement bordering on codependency and the worst case of blue balls he’s ever had.And Mark had said that getting a cat hybrid would be good for his blood pressure. What a joke.

Review: Another amazing work from subsequence. Every time I read the part where Jaebum swats at Jinyoung’s dick, I just can't stop laughing. :’DD♡♡♡♡

*M - Human Nature by cutiepiemarkeu

Summary: Jaebum accidentally summons an incubus and his boyfriend Jinyoung walks in on the two of them almost getting their freak on. Arguments ensue and JJProject are stuck with an incubus they can’t get rid of - but how do they deal with his attractiveness and the overwhelming urge to have sex with him?

Review: This is a 3-some featuring Mark. But the smut is so good, honestly. Really worth the read. ♡♡♡♡♡

Mark / Jackson

* The Prince Who Never Laughed by seitsemannen

Summary: Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, lived a beautiful and kind prince named Mark, who after his mother's loss never laughed again. That was until he met the brightly smiling apprentice of a glassblower, Jackson Wang.

Review: Such a great and quality fic! Honestly, this was such a good read I can only recommend it! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* Twist by KingJackson

Summary: Mark knows Jinyoung. Jinyoung knows Jackson. Jackson hooks up with Jinyoung who also hooks up with Mark. Mark goes to hook up with Jinyoung and ends up also sleeping with Jackson. Jackson sometimes hooks up with Jaebum, but that isn’t important right now.

And they say romance is dead.

Review: All right so this fic is one hell of a mess, but a mess sent straight from heaven! The main pairing is Markson and Markjin (it's complicated) but there's end game Markson and JJP, plus Jackson is an angel sent from heaven in this one! Don't let the pairing discourage from reading this gem! ♡

* Private Show by Got7hearts

Summary: Mark likes to put on a show and Jackson loves to watch until he's been caught.

Review: A+ smut.

* M - lapis lazuli by gotchick

Summary: in which mark is a businessman and jackson is a fencer.

Review: great fic with rich kinda arrogant but kinda insecure mark plus lots of smut!

* M - Playhouse by seitsemannen

Summary: All sorts of rumours surround the handsome Wang heir and the good-looking servants of his household, but no one seemed to know for sure, as no matter the price, the members were not willing to give the secrets of their Master up.

Mark doesn't care for celebrities or rumours, except the one that says the Wang household pays several times more than the usual servant's salary, so when there's a job opening at the House, he goes for it. In the days and weeks spent at the House, Mark gets to know the members and finds out what of the ludicrous rumours were true and what weren’t. What he did not know to expect, however, is how good friends he would become with the other members of the House, and what’s worse, that he would fall in love with Jackson Wang.

Review: THE BEST. Multiple pairing but mostly Markson. Still ongoing but sooooo worth the read. also, long af. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* never felt clean, your timing was perfect by jflawless

Summary: i. jackson is five years old when he’s convinced he’s discovered the secret to love. it’s not much of a secret, he thinks, watching his parents exchange blatant “i love you”s only to quietly prove it later in subtle actions.

you like someone. you’re nice to them. they like you too. it’s the simplest thing he’ll ever do, he thinks, falling in love. a lot easier than tying his shoes or adding double digits or reading without his mom there to pronounce the really long words.

Jaebum / Jackson

* Just Smile Again by riots

Summary: Jackson's been lowkey nursing this crush for years, but he never meant for Jaebum to ever find out. Mark and Jinyoung have other ideas. Also, they're terrible friends.

* Face by jibootyjimin

Summary: @defsoul has started following @jiaerwang

(or an Instagram au in which famous Chinese rapper Jackson Wang acts like a complete fanboy over idol singer Im Jaebum)

Review: ♡♡

*Secret Little Rendezvous by seikou

Summary: "It's all fun and games until your favorite idol notices you."

(or: Im Jaebum is an Idol and Jackson Wang is a Fanboy.)

Review: ♡♡

* Fluffy Tales by wildandsexy

Summary: Jackson Wang’s Definitive List of Things Im Jaebum, Roommate, Cat Hybrid and Grump Extraordinaire Does and Does Not Like:

DOES LIKE: • Hoodies • The one table on the library’s second floor by the big window (direct sunlight all morning) (it’s basically heaven on Earth) • Nap time (usually at 11am) (and 12pm) (and 1pm) (and 2pm) (and 3pm)…

DOES NOT LIKE: • Waking up • Being awake in general • Not being asleep • Jackson Wang

Jackson Wang's new roommate doesn't even hate him. He 'nothings' him. And that's just something that Jackson can't live with.

Review: SO GOOD SO CUTE JAEBOM IS ADORABLE BUT GRUMPY AND JACKSON IS TRYING HIS BEST ♡♡♡♡♡♡

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aeternallis · 6 years

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TFA to TLJ: The Evolution of Rey's (and Kylo Ren's) Clothing and Hairstyle

So I was watching TLJ for the hundredth time a couple days ago, and it got me thinking that while observing Rey's and Kylo Ren's scenes, there's definitely a transformation going on in terms of the audience's visual cues for their physical appearances, one that I haven't really thought about before.

So having realized this, I decided to write up this meta/essay in order to organize my thoughts, with poorly cropped images!

Word of warning, I do ramble quite a bit, and my way of speaking is not nearly as eloquent as other meta writers for this fandom, but either way, I had a lot of fun typing this up for my and your reading pleasure!

Starting with Kylo Ren's clothing and appearance, it doesn't change all that much from TFA. As we know, his color scheme obviously remains the same with the black ensemble, which admittedly, looks quite good on him, if I do say so myself. So no changes there.

He exchanges the mask and scarf/hood for a cape in TLJ, which gives him a more regal bearing, greatly contributing to his image as the "prince" of this space fairy tale we call Star Wars. The cape gives Adam Driver's tall size more bulk, and his shoulders look broader too, so his character cuts an imposing figure, if it hasn't already. Due to his large size and subsequently, the long, quick strides his natural gait would make, the way the cape trails behind him also gives his figure the illusion of "looming" over everyone else, so it's fascinating how it greatly gives depth to his role as the new Supreme Leader and how his manner of dress magnifies his presence.

Furthermore, this potentially gives the audience another peak at the former Ben Solo's education and experience, as what would have been expected of a senator's son to have received. When it comes to politics, outward appearance is a weapon in and of itself, and without a doubt, he most likely learned the significant impact of having a keen fashion sense from his mother.

In comparison to Snoke's gold, gaudy robes, Kylo Ren's simple, yet elegant choice of garments evokes a mixed sense of awe and dread, a lot more than the former ever could. In fact, the personal impression that I got with the sparkly robes that Snoke wore were more along the lines of comedic effect rather than outright disgust for the character, as who in their right mind would actually take someone seriously with those tacky af clothes?

But I digress.

Going back to the subject of our space prince, Kylo Ren's cape was most likely a visual cue for the audience, as a well as a foreshadowing tool of what role he would take on by the end of the film, so for the most part, the changes to his clothing style are clear-cut and defined from the first to the second movie: whereas in the first film, he looked more menacing, like a phantom of some sort straight out of a myth or fairy tale meant to be an avatar of fear and horror, in the second film, Rian Johnson pretty much solidifies his role as the "dark prince", especially when he makes the decision to take off his mask permanently.

And thus, this is where my mini analysis for Kylo Ren's clothing and general style ends.

The transformation of Rey's hairstyle and clothing though is a different story altogether, just because the changes are so much more dramatic, and the more I thought about it, the more fascinating it became to me.

So first, her clothes.

As we see in TFA, Rey's color scheme is mostly in hues of white and grey. Her clothing is an immediate cue to the audience that not only is she the protagonist, she's a character that embodies goodness, innocence, and Light, attributions usually associated with the color white.

Her generous heart and optimistic personality, the way she slides down the hill to get to her speeder, her sense of wonder at seeing Takodana for the first time, all of this contributes to her overall image as an "unblemished" girl, so her clothing only strengthens this idea as well. The color of her shirt and trousers is the essence of "virginal" white, and though it's dusty and somewhat worn and threadbare due to her occupation as a scavenger in Jakku, for the most part, her figure stands out when the audience watches her on the television screen, particularly during her scenes in the forest and inside the interrogation room at Starkiller Base.

Although she doesn't don gowns or dresses in either of the two movies due to her practical nature, the cross wraps she wears, the audience can infer, acts as a stand-in for what could be a skirt, the way it billows when she runs and how very light the cloth looks. This can be taken as a visual cue to the audience (and of course, in JJ Abrams' own words) that she's the definitive "princess" of this trilogy. Appearance-wise, although Rey's style seems minimal compared to Padme's refinement and Leia's grace, it doesn't diminish her role in any way as the heroine and half the protagonist of this trilogy.

Again, like Kylo Ren's style in TFA, Rey's clothing choices are also clear-cut in the first movie. It creates an easy distinction between them, in how they are on opposite sides of the war, with him siding with "Evil" and her siding with "Good."

With TLJ however, Rey's clothes undergoes a series of striking changes, and I'm honestly surprised (pleasantly so) that the costume designer made the choices they did.

As we all know, Rey has two sets of clothes for this movie: the first outfit she wears when she spends time with Luke in Ach-To and the jedi ensemble she puts together for when she first goes to the Supremacy to convince Kylo Ren to come away with her to the Resistance.

Diving into the topic of the first outfit (aka, the one with the least amount of layers), what immediately stood out to me was—of course, the form-fitting sleeveless shirt she wears underneath the vest. Although the vest does a good job in modestly hiding the shape of her shoulders and the curve of her waist and hips, the plunging neckline was the big shocker to me, as was to everybody else. Back when the incident of boobgate in the Reylo fandom first happened, I wasn't yet into the ship or Star Wars, and when I'd first seen the outfit at the end of TFA, I didn't think about it too much, just because it didn't make much of an impression on me. Having said this, forgive me in advance if I'm spouting ideas that have been heard before! Haha~

Throughout history and certainly in modern times, the neckline—and how much you show of it—is considered an aesthetic for femininity. There's a certain sense of sensuality in showing the skin of one's neck, as well as the collarbone and the hollow of one's throat. In fact, in some parts of the world, showing the neckline was sometimes considered shocking and scandalous, just because of how the image of an exposed neckline could be so provocative. As a modern audience, we know this because nowadays, for many explicit sex scenes in film (and in lots of smut fics and other media!), the intention of the act is usually cued when kissing of the exposed neck ensues.

Furthermore, studies have also shown that the neck is considered by most as an erogenous zone!

So already from the onset, we know that Rey's image as a "pure maiden" was already beginning to change, quite different from how her appearance was established in TFA, but as this is a franchise designed mainly for children, it's subtle. Her new outfits in TLJ undoubtedly give her a more feminine look, and whomever was the costume designer for this movie had made the conscious decision to gently show off Daisy Ridley's curves and beautifully slim figure, which again, I applaud them for.

In addition, while we can infer that Kylo Ren already had some semblance of a physical attraction to her in TFA, I've no doubt in my mind that the deepening of this said attraction is thanks in small part to Rey's bold choice of dress in the second movie.

Which brings me to her next outfit; to be honest, having thought about Rey's fashion sense non-stop for a good number of days now, it strikes me as somewhat odd that the costume designer for TLJ didn't choose the Resistance's color scheme (brown, orange, and white) as the basis of our scavenger's new wardrobe. If they had wanted to clearly maintain the visual distinction between these two characters as they did in TFA, I personally thought that that would have been the most obvious and sensible route, yknow?

But as we know, they didn't. In fact, the costume designer totally blew away my mind when they decided to let Rey wear not brown (which would have evoked a sense of her origins in Jakku, association with the Resistance), not orange (again, Resistance color), especially not white (a visual cue of her allegiance to the Light, the Jedi, etc.), but full on black. Of course, she keeps the grey trousers (practicality), cross wraps (to maintain her image/role as the "princess"), and the white undershirt (basically an undergarment at this point), but the black sleeveless shirt she dons for her final outfit in the movie is ironically what stands out the most.

Usually, black is an easy color to work with when it comes to clothes matching, because it goes well with anything; it's a color that blends in and it's not the most memorable color when one is made to recall someone else's appearance. More often than not, the color black is associated with mourning, evil, and death, but it can also mean power, seduction, and sophistication. After all, why then do we have so many little black dresses and black lingerie available for purchase as consumers, and every time, they're advertised in a way as to make the potential wearer think, "if you wear this, you'll feel confident and beautiful"?

(Offhanded comment, but personally, if I were ever to get a choice to choose between the First Order and the Resistance, I would most likely pick the First Order, just because black is a sexy color.)

Thinking about it, if we were take away the cross wraps that Rey wears with this outfit, it would be accurate to say that she actually matches with Kylo, at least from the waist up! And I just find that...so incredibly endearing, I really do! It was most likely a subconscious decision on Rey's part to have chosen to wear black, but the shipper in me couldn't help but feel excited and happy that she may have made an effort to look alluring for Kylo (while keeping her practical sense of style, of course!), because she knows in some part of her mind that it's a color he likes—or at the very least, approves of, and thus, as another way to persuade him to come with her back to the Resistance, chose something that he would have liked to see her in.

And of course, the gorgeous, perfectly applied mascara she wore totally deserves a shout out too!

It's a powerful type of persuasion/seduction, in its own way, to appeal to someone by making use of their aesthetics, I think. And in my mind, I'd like to think that Rey did make a deliberate effort to please him, that the attraction is not just one-sided from Kylo and that they both wanted to look well-groomed and good for each other (don't any of you go on thinking now that I missed how perfectly combed and coiffed Ben's hair looked when he met up with her).

As a digital artist, choosing the colors for the clothes I draw on my characters are just as important as the anatomy and expressions and everything else that makes a composition look marvelous. Frustratingly, color is also what I admittedly struggle with the most, so it's a humbling experience whenever I manage to get a color scheme together that actually looks good.

The blue/grey cross wraps that Rey wears was a wonderful way to temper the solid black shirt she wore underneath, as it gives a firm, but subtle reminder to the audience of her independence and her agency. Moreover, blue is a calming color, naturally attributed to the concepts of peace, tranquility, neutrality, and trust. Many artists would agree that blue is considered a positive color and rarely is it ever used for art pieces meant to evoke something negative.

And finally, Rey's hair. Yes, you all read that correctly, her hair. Honestly, perhaps the most shocking change (at least for me) to have witnessed in our scavenger's physical appearance is her brand new hairdo, forgoing the three buns for a half tail (or also commonly known as a topsy tail). Before I dive into the significance of this change, let me just reiterate one more time how shocked I was to have realized that the production team for TLJ actually went there and decided to get rid of the three-bun gig Rey had going on.

First off, we all know by now that the three-bun hairdo was Disney's answer to the cinnamon buns that Princess Leia sported, eventually becoming an iconic hairstyle. Rey's hairdo in TFA and half of TLJ was a memorable design, making her look innocent, fierce, and practical all at once. Little girls could relate to her, but so could preteens and young women who are just at the cusp of adulthood. Rey's hairstyle was a clever way to keep the audience from forgetting about this new and mysterious character, long after Disney's paying customers have left the movie theatres, and they know this. All the merchandise prior to TLJ that featured Rey used this hairstyle: all the dolls, the Lego pieces, the posters, the t-shirts, everything!

While it may not be as iconic as Leia's cinnamon buns (yet), it's definitely getting there. So having stated the significance of her first hairstyle, it could not have been a light decision for Disney's execs to forgo it for the simpler half tail that's not nearly as unique as the three buns.

What's more interesting is the fact that we first see her hair loosened when she finds herself in the mirror cave looking for answers. Her hairstyle, which she'd always worn the same up until that time, is not only a callback to her childhood (and perhaps, an indicator for her parents so they would remember her when they came back), it's part of who her current self is. Just...! Ashfghjh I don't know about you guys, but I just love the imagery and the symbolism of having her hair down, I really really do!

I honestly loved the three-bun thing she had going on, and it had made my heart pitter patter when I thought to myself how the style made her look just a tad bit tomboyish, yknow?

But with her hair down (the poor girl didn't have any more hair ties to pull her hair back up), it's almost as if the audience is seeing a new side of her—or maybe it’s not that we're seeing a new side of her, but this girl we've all come to adore from TFA is literally growing up to become a woman right in front of our very eyes, even if the only visual indication of that is she'd decided to change up her hair a bit. The timing could not have been any more perfect, as the mirror cave scene leads directly into the fourth force connection scene with Kylo.

So while they're having their first moment of having a heart-to-heart conversation without either of them baring their teeth at one another, it's also quite mesmerizing to note that it's also the first time that Rey is allowing Kylo/Ben to see her as a woman, not just emotionally, but physically as well.

And it shows, it really does! Besides the fact that her shoulders are naked, she's not wearing that heavy-looking vest anymore, and the audience and Ben could just sort of see the swell of her breasts peaking from beneath the blanket, her loose hair is just delicately framing her neck, making her appearance look downright alluring (and that lighting with the fire in front of them, omfg).

Just picture for a moment how she would have looked in this scene had she still had her hair up in the three-bun style—it wouldn't have looked nearly as erotic as it did. Sure, the tension would have still been there, as with everything else, but it wouldn't have made as much of an impact.

They're both talking in hushed voices, and hell, even Ben gives his equal share by showing a little bit of skin too, because damn it all, it wouldn't be fair if she were the only one showing so much!

If we were to think about all of these factors (and I'm sure most, if not all of us Reylo fans have), the set-up is literally made to seem like they're just about to give into their urges! It's no wonder that Rian Johnson and Mark Hamill fully acknowledged that scene as a "sex scene," not just because of the sizzling tension between these two characters, but in how Kylo and Rey physically looked at that very moment. I'm now convinced that Rian really did set it up to be as close to a sex scene as possible (the atmosphere, the lighting, the amount of skin shown, etc.) without actually having to cross that line!

Furthermore, did you guys know that displaying one's hair down could possibly be an indication that one is sexually healthy? It's a concept called Fisherian runaway, first proposed by Robert Fisher in the early 20th century. Long, lustrous hair is said to be a visual marker that one is a healthy individual for procreation. I won't go into too much detail, but it was basically a theory that animals—regardless of gender—instinctively found long hair to be more attractive, as a mechanism for sexual selection.

And finally, one more point—it's also a trope! Please give the trope page a read if you can (it's a short read, no worries), as it's honestly quite interesting! I'm not sure if Rian used this trope on accident or on purpose, but either way, I couldn't help but squeal when I'd realized it!

Honestly, after all this, I cannot wait to see how these two's final round of costumes will be in EPIX. I'd like to see Kylo with a splash of color in his wardrobe, I really would, preferably red or grey or even white. I have no idea how Rey is going to look like, but meh, half the fun is speculating in the meantime, yknow?

Thank you very much for reading if you made it all the way here! This was honestly a blast!

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fyrapartnersearch · 6 years

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Sorry not sorry!

Hello there! Thanks for stopping at my post - while I apologise for the undeniable length it will no doubt amount to, I hope some of you will reach the end and drop me a message.

Who am I? Going by Trubidore online, I’m an 18+ female roleplayer from Britain, who’s time is taken up greatly by a mixture of studies, work and gaming. However, in the breaks I get, I’m looking to find some engaging roleplays to keep my mind moving, which is why I’m here today!

Timezone? As noted above, I’m British, and therefore live within the GMT + 0 timezone. This, however, does not mean I’m not interested in others of a different timezone! Send me a message and we’ll make it work.

Availability? I am both a student and a part-time worker, and thus a lot of my time is taken up with those two main objectives in my life, but this doesn’t mean I’m always unavailable. I will always strive to reply at least once a day, and can sometimes write more if my schedule is particularly forgiving. I will of course promise to let partners know if there’s going to be a delay on the reply, as life can sometimes get in the way of joyous activities, and expect the same courtesy from partners.

RP Style? My preferences writing style is in the third person, and while I do not necessarily require my partner to match this, it’s what I’m most comfortable with and is something I will not stray from. In terms of replies (as you may or may not have guessed from this here ad), they tend to be on the longer side of the spectrum, my average being about 1000 words. Now, this will seem a lot - and it is, really. However you should understand that I do not expect my partners to match this; if you can, you’ll never get rid of me, but I wholly understand that many find such lengths difficult and therefore I ask for only 2 things - 1. You write at least 2 paragraphs and help advance the scenes and (where possible) storyline and 2. You read the entirety of my replies, regardless of how long, and digest the information so you can reply accordingly. I apologise if it sounds snobbish, that second request, but you cannot begin to fathom the annoyance that comes from receiving a reply that doesn’t follow on from my own, or asks questions that I had already answered (a clear sign that my partner had merely glanced through my work at best).

What am I looking for? Finally onto the interesting information! Primarily I’m searching for long-term partners (though am in no way opposed to short-terms as well), for both fandom and original settings (see below for more information). As an 18+ RP’er, I’m both incredibly open and comfortable with smut, and have very few limits and can happily write in detail, or fade-to-black, depending on what my partner is most comfortable with. This is the main aspect of my RP - I tend to conform to my partners needs and wishes, building worlds around their primary ideas, and forming characters and relationships within powerful storylines that drive our imagination to its limits. If that sounds like your sort of passer of time, then we should definitely talk.

What do I play? Though I am female, I love playing both/all genders, and any sexual pairings, and will generally make a character to fit the plot, rather than the other way around. I’ll happily play either the “dominant” or “submissive” partner in a relationship, and do not shy away from darker subjects. While I lean towards original characters, I am capable of playing canons, and can sometimes be persuaded, depending on the fandom and character. This being said, I will always play canons as side characters in fandom settings, giving them their own flares, and love handling the task of playing multiple characters.

Fandoms~ (Those highlighted in bold are one’s I’m particularly interested in). Harry Potter ~ As always, I am always open to a HP centric RP, whether it be taken directly from the books, from the history (i.e. Marauders or earlier), or even kept on the outskirts of the series, discovering the rest hidden from the mundanes. Honestly, this is my absolute favourite series, and I am incredibly comfortable playing any character, even those considered obscure, but would absolutely adore putting an OC into its depths and developing them in the fantastic world. MCU ~ A superhero fan by birth, it doesn’t matter the plot - whether we’re slamming OC’s into the main plots of some of the greatest movies or comics, or creating devious outsiders watching that world from afar, I love anything Marvel. While I am happy playing canons as side characters, I tend not to play them as mains - unless you can convince me otherwise. DC ~ Much like the Marvel universe, I love the DC one too, though leaning more towards the comics than the films (the latter of which I am still up to date with, and thus wouldn’t be opposed to playing one out with twists). In the DC universe, given the option, I’d definitely lean towards the villainous activity than the heroic.

Dragon Age ~ I’ve played all the games, but have not read the books. I’d happily play in any of the 3 games, or even form a world before the series, and link them all together? This is my favourite game series alongside Far Cry, so pitch any ideas - my ears are keen to listen. Supernatural ~ Not up to date with the TV series, but did enjoy watching the earlier seasons. The Walking Dead ~ Both the telltale game, and the TV series. Loved the game and enjoyed the earlier seasons of the TV series.

I’m sure there are so many more I’m missing but honestly I need to move on - just ask if you’re craving something in particular, I’ll let you know!

Original Plots~ (Those highlighted in bold are one’s I’m particularly interested in).

High Fantasy ~ D&D style setting anyone? Urban Fantasy Medieval Fantasy Supernatural Sci-Fi Mythology Horror Action Romance Dystopia/Apocalyptic

Nearly anything else you can suggest!

Contact? Here’s the important part - if you’ve gotten this far, congratulations! You and I, we’re meant to be. There’s just one more thing I need you to do (sorry not sorry).

When you contact me, which will be first through email (though I will happily move to an app like discord after first greetings), please introduce yourself. Let me know where you found me, and what timezone you’re in - what your RP style is and, most importantly, what you are looking for. When you contact me, I expect you have some inkling of what you’d like to do - do you want to RP in a Fandom or Original setting? Original characters or canons? Do you want romance and/or smut? Any particular theme? You catch my drift. The more information you give me in the initial thread, the sooner we can start a fantastic world together. I adore creating plots, but you need to give me something to work with, and from there we can happily devise with one another.

As a final note, I apologise profoundly for the length of this post - I honestly didn’t plan for it to be this long, my fingers just kept moving! For those of you who stuck around till the last word, I greatly look forward to hearing from you soon.

Email: [email protected]

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pedroscurls · 7 years

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Title: Coach Negan (Part 8.)

CHAPTER TITLE: A Blast From the Past

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU) Summary: Someone from your past decides to pay a visit. Word Count: 4,926 Warning: SMUT!!! (Angry, dirty sex). Author’s Note: HUGE THANKS TO @jedemo FOR BEING MY BETA!!! <3

After the first win of the game, the rest of the team were on a victorious high. Negan did a perfect job of maintaining their confidence, even in practice. At first, you and the rest of the girls were hesitant in believing that you were all capable of being the best team at the University, but after winning the first game, everyone started to believe in themselves.

Your relationship with Negan had progressed. Excluding class and practice, you spent majority of your time with Negan. However, whenever you wanted to be alone with him, you would always end up at his apartment, though occasionally, he would also stay at yours. Taylor enjoyed having him over, especially since you always fell victim to their relentless teasing; they had become good friends, and loved to outnumber you.

Occasionally, Taylor complained about how loud the two of you were during sex. You always tried to remain mindful of your roommate, but Negan was just too good to keep quiet. You figured he enjoyed teasing Taylor by making you scream during sex, especially since he showed up with a present that turned out to be noise-cancelling headphones.

Taylor had advised you to just “go with the flow,” but it was never your intention to fall for him. The more time you spent with Negan, the harder you fell. It terrified you to know that you had moved on and were now finally happy.

That morning, you awoke with an arm draped over your waist. You could feel Negan’s warmth radiating from behind with his quiet snores near your ear. You smiled and pressed yourself against him, placing your hand over his. The sex was incredible and breathtaking, but it was moments like these that made it clear your relationship with Negan was more than just physical attraction.

“You’re moving too much,” he whispered. You enjoyed mornings with Negan, especially when he woke up. His morning voice was rougher than usual, and it made your insides tingle.

“Sorry,” you replied, turning your head to kiss his forehead.

Negan grunted, squeezing you tighter as he rested his chin against your shoulder. He relaxed and slowly evened his breathing, falling into a light slumber. Moving slowly as to not wake him, you lied on your back and up to run your fingers across his jaw and up to his hairline where your stroked his dark locks away from his face.

He hummed quietly, moving closer to you before his eyes fluttered open. “Is this my alarm clock? Should I be awake now?”

You laughed quietly, leaning up to peck his lips. “I was just admiring how handsome you are, but if you want me to stop so that you can get more sleep, I’ll be more than happy to oblige.”

“No… It’s okay. I’m awake,” he replied, looking down at you. “How’d you sleep?”

“Slept great. I always do when I’m with you.” You smiled, resting a hand to rest on his hip.

Rolling on his back, Negan chuckled and pulled you to straddle his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you down so your lips hovered near his own. “I’d say you slept like a fucking rock after the fuck I gave you last night.”

You blushed, moving to bury your face against the crook of his neck. “Uh huh.”

Negan smiled, running a hand along your lower back absently. “Uh huh? That’s your response? Come on, baby. You were such a good girl for me last night.”

“Shush.” You bit your lower lip and leaned up to cover his mouth. “I remember.”

Negan arched a brow and pulled your hand away, gently nibbling at your fingertip. “Do you? Maybe I should remind you. I distinctly remember you coming three times. Mm, the way your walls tightened around my dick and the way you drowned me in your sweet juices… Damn, baby.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to move away from him. Negan shook his head and rolled you onto your back, keeping you pinned to the bed with your hands above your head.

“I remember exactly what happened last night,” you repeated.

“I just thought you needed a verbal reminder,” he said and winked. “Are you sore?”

“Just a bit.”

“Good,” Negan chuckled, climbing off the bed once he released you. “Do you want some breakfast?”

“Are you going to allow me to help you this time?” You laughed, grabbing Negan’s shirt from the floor to slip over your bare frame. You stood and walked towards him, running your fingertips down his exposed chest.

“What if I want you to just sit there and look pretty?”

Standing on your toes, you smiled and pecked his lips. “Not going to happen.”

“Well, then I suppose you’re helping me. Eggs and bacon sound good?”

“Sounds great.”

After breakfast, you and Negan ended up having sex in the kitchen while you were washing the dishes. He took advantage of the fact that you were only wearing his t-shirt and panties that he easily slid the flimsy fabric to the side before sliding his enlarged length into your tight heat. It had taken you by surprise and you dropped the pan into the sink at the sudden intrusion.

Your trysts with Negan always lasted longer than you thought possible, but this time you sensed Negan’s urge to finish. His thrusts were erratic, but maintained their deep, long strokes that you had come to love.

You were bracing yourself against the edge of the sink, grasping onto the edges of it as Negan’s strong arms wrapped around your waist. His hips canted against your own and his lips hovered near your ear as he breathed heavily against you.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, delivering a sharp thrust that caused you to bump into the counter. “I couldn’t help it… Seeing you in my shirt and your panties… Your legs were just begging to be spread… I needed you… Always fuckin’ do, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered closed. Negan’s dirty talk always turned you on, and he knew it. You pushed back against him, feeling every inch of him slide within your walls that it almost caused a bit of pain at how deep he had gotten. Though, your slickness lubricated his cock that it allowed for smooth thrusts in and out of your depths.

Once you felt the slightest touch against your clit, you came undone. You pushed roughly back against him as Negan continued his assault, allowing you to ride out your climax before he reached his own high. When he pulled out, Negan adjusted your panties back in place before placing a gentle slap against your butt cheek.

“Couldn’t wait?” you asked breathlessly, looking over your shoulder at him.

“With you? Never.”

After spending the night at Negan’s apartment, dropped you off at your home after breakfast and the shower you took together. You wondered how a man of his age had such a high sex drive because you were left panting and ultimately exhausted while he was ready for another round. Though, you didn’t mind because Negan was a very attentive partner. He catered to your need, but he also didn’t hesitate to have you cater to his. It was an equal balance of dominance, but you always yearned to be the submissive. You had grown to love to be dominated, especially by Negan.

He stayed for a few hours at your apartment and while you studied in your bedroom, Negan studied the plays for the team. You always rested your cheek against his shoulder with your legs curled underneath you, and Negan always had his hand placed protectively on your thigh. You assumed it was his way of asserting dominance and showing you that you belonged to him. You didn’t mind, though. You loved it when his hands were on you.

“What time will you be at practice today?” he asked, interrupting the silence.

“The same time I usually arrive. Why?”

“I was just wondering if you want to show up a bit early and help me go over these plays,” Negan smiled mischievously.

“Oh, is that a subtle hint for something else?” you laughed, shutting your book and setting it aside.

“That depends… Maybe,” he winked.

You took his playbook from his grasp and set it aside, slinging your leg over his lap to straddle him. Negan’s hands immediately rested on your hips and he leaned up to peck your lips, holding you close against him.

“I can help you go over some of the plays right now if you’d like,” you whispered, slowly moving your lips against his.

“Mm, definitely… You should definitely help me go over these plays,” he growled, moving his hands further down to grasp your backside in his large hands.

His lips moved against yours, parting his easily as you slid your tongue past his lips. Negan groaned, kneading your plump backside in his grasp as he flicked his tongue against your own, causing a quiet whimper to escape your lips. Slowly, you rolled your hips against his, feeling the growing bulge from beneath his jeans.

Before it could progress, Taylor flung the door open and began speaking. “Hey! I was thinking we should—Oh shit.”

Immediately, you pulled away from Negan and scrambled off his lap. You glanced over at him and placed a pillow over his obvious erection beneath his pants. Negan groaned, glancing over at Taylor before he shut his eyes and rested his head back against the wall.

“Taylor!”

“Sorry, sorry! I mean, I know I saw Negan’s bike out there, but I didn’t expect you two to be getting it on. I mean, how many times do you both have sex? Honestly?” Taylor asked, placing a hand on her hip. “I’m intrigued.”

Negan’s cheeks reddened, opening one eye to look at Taylor who had an amused grin on her lips. “You’re having far too much fun with this, doll.”

“What can I say? My roommate deserves a good fuck, especially after her last relationship.”

“Taylor! Please,” you sighed, shutting your eyes and shaking your head. “I’m over him.”

“Oh, I know you are. I’m glad you have Negan. He looks like he can take great care of you. I’m sure you take extra care of her, huh, Neegs?” Taylor smiled, winking in his direction.

“Yes, Taylor. In and out of the bedroom, I take care of her. Now, can I continue my make out session with my girl? It was getting somewhere,” Negan chuckled, grasping your hand to gently pull you to his side. “As much as I love an audience, I think I want to keep this private.”

Taylor laughed quietly, looking over at you before back at Negan. It was nice to have a roommate so understanding and laid back that she was oddly okay with walking in on you in the middle of getting ready to have sex with your partner. While your cheeks remained red, Taylor’s look of amusement lessened the embarrassment. She was your best friend and there were no secrets between you, so you relaxed.

“Yes, of course! Sorry. Get your freak on,” Taylor winked.

You turned your head to bury your face against Negan’s neck and heard the door quietly shut. Negan chuckled to himself, looking down at you as he gently pulled you back enough so that he could look into your eyes. “Well, that ruined the mood.”

“Probably for the best. We’ve got practice in a couple of hours,” you replied, leaning up to peck his lips.

“You’re right. I should probably get going. I’ll see you tonight.” Negan climbed out of your bed and slid on his shoes, pulling you to the edge by your legs as he pressed himself against you. You bit your lower lip and propped yourself up by your hands, keeping your legs spread for him as he slowly rolled his hips into you.

“Negan…” you moaned, feeling his bulge brush against you repeatedly.

“Mm, sorry, baby. I just can’t get enough of you.”

“I know,” you giggled, leaning up to peck his lips. “But you really have to go. I’ll see you later.”

Once Negan left, you walked to Taylor’s room where she was sitting at her desk on her laptop. You sat on her bed and lied back, sighing contentedly as she swiveled in her chair to look at you.

“What’s up?” she asked, leaning back against her seat.

“What do you think Negan and I are to each other?”

“What do you mean?” Taylor arched a brow, watching you carefully.

“I mean, do you think we’re boyfriend and girlfriend? I’m not used to all of this. I’m a bit scared at how fast I’m falling,” you admitted. You sighed and turned your attention to your best friend who had a small grin on her face.

“You’re his girl,” Taylor repeated. “We’re at that age where having a label isn’t necessary. You like him. He obviously likes you. You’re both just seeing where this takes you guys. Why are you asking all of a sudden?”

“I just haven’t felt this way in a long time since Mark, you know?”

“He’s a douchebag. Always thought he was, you know that.” Taylor sighed. She stood from her chair to lie next to you, staring up at the ceiling. “What’s really bothering you?”

“I think I’m falling too fast for Negan,” you sighed, glancing over at her. “And I’m scared that I’m moving too fast with how I’m feeling. The sex is beyond amazing, but the time we spend together that doesn’t involve sex is just as great. I can see myself doing just normal, everyday things with him. Cooking breakfast, cleaning the house, studying or doing work in the office… Is that weird?”

Taylor shook her head, offering you a look of understanding. She pulled you to her side as you both gazed upon the ceiling as if it would produce a miraculous answer that you were yearning for. You needed validation, or at least someone to tell you that what you were feeling was completely normal.

“I think it’s fine. Look, you had a tough relationship before Negan. Are you moving too fast with how you’re feeling? Maybe, but you and I both know that feelings are out of our control. Once it happens, there’s no way around it. Like I said before… Go with the flow. It’s working fine,” Taylor advised. She had been through the countless nights where you had cried yourself to sleep because of Mark, but she also knew that you had always been hesitant with men and relationships. Negan was no different except for the fact that Taylor liked him. He seemed to tell it like it is and with his harsh bluntness, Negan knew what he wanted. It was you.

“This morning when I woke up and he was holding me… I just felt so comfortable that it was almost too normal. Too familiar,” you began. “I found myself yearning more for moments like that, Taylor. He makes me happy and I know it’s dangerous because he’s still my coach, but I can’t help it.”

“Go with the flow… Trust me. If it’s meant to work out, it will.”

After your conversation with Taylor, you felt more at ease. You were heading to practice, but the only thought on your mind was Negan. Maybe you were falling for him a little too fast, but like Taylor said, feelings weren’t meant to be controlled. Instead, you had to remind yourself that allowing things to run its course was a better option that would benefit you both in the future. Hopefully.

As you climbed out of your car and walked into the gym, you saw a familiar person sitting on the bleachers while the rest of the girls were warming up. You froze. Your heart stopped. Just when things were finally going right in your life, he decided to show up and turn it all upside down. You avoided his gaze and settled with placing your duffle bag on the other end of the steps to distance yourself from him. Your chest felt tight, and all the memories you shared with him came flooding back. The good, the bad. It was a tumultuous relationship that ultimately ended for the better. Regardless, you couldn’t even glance at him without remembering what he had done to you, or the promises he had broken. It was ironic how your conversation with Taylor happened just hours ago and now, your ex-boyfriend was sitting mere feet away from you.

You slid into your shoes, tying them carefully before Mark walked towards you. You noticed his sneakers squeak against the court, but when he finally sat next to you, you immediately stood and shook your head.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“You didn’t tell me you made the basketball team,” Mark said softly. “I didn’t even know you wanted to try out.”

“That’s because you never listened to a thing I told you,” you spat.

“I see that you’re still mad at me,” he sighed. “I told you I was sorry.”

“Yeah, well, an apology isn’t going to undo what you did and it certainly won’t give me back two years of my life, will it, Mark?”

“I’m sorry. I made a mistake,” he said quietly, reaching for your hand.

You shook your head and took a step back. You glanced over your shoulder to see that the girls were still freely shooting while Negan was watching you carefully. You could sense the anger in his features, but he did his best to hide it with an irritated gaze.

“Why are you here?” you asked again.

“I just wanted to talk, I guess.”

“It’s too late for that. We’re done, Mark. Nothing will happen between us. Ever. I made the mistake of going back to you many times in our relationship, but this is where I draw the line.”

“You’re with someone, aren’t you?” Mark glared, standing from the bleachers. For a moment, you saw a hint of pain flash in his eyes at the thought of you with someone else.

“You thought I would wait for you to come back? I’m not the same person. Catching you in bed with that—that girl broke me, Mark. You promised me that she was just a classmate, just someone to study with… You lied to me!” you exclaimed, your voice echoing throughout the gym. You heard the basketballs cease their dribbling and Mark reached out for you, but you quickly retracted. “Get out of here, and never come back. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“You were supposed to be the girl I was going to marry,” he whispered.

“Well, you fucked that up, didn’t you?”

Before Mark could respond, Negan blew his whistle and you quickly ran to the court. You glanced over your shoulder to see Mark leaving the gym with his head hung low. You were irritated, and you were upset. You had imagined this moment many times since your break-up with Mark, yet, you weren’t expecting to feel more anger.

Negan noticed your change in demeanor. You were always excited for practice, but even the rest of the girls could tell that you were acting strangely. No one wanted to bring up the obvious, so throughout practice, there was a big elephant in the room that no one wanted to address. You wanted someone to say something, to lash out or to just explode with emotions, but no one spoke up.

“All right. We’re running suicides. Four times around. Let’s go,” Negan ordered.

“Are you serious?” you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes. “We just did this shit earlier.”

“Excuse me?” Negan asked, arching a brow. “Do you have something to say, doll?”

“I’m just wondering why we have to run suicides again. It’s stupid. We need to focus on our plays and—”

“I don’t care what you think we should do. If I say we run suicides, we run suicides.” Negan glared. He had grown irritated by your behavior throughout practice and deep down, he knew it had something to do with the man he saw you with earlier, but he couldn’t help his anger. He had to show you, and the rest of the girls, that he was in charge. No one else.

“Whatever,” you mumbled. “Just blow the whistle then, Coach.”

Negan narrowed his eyes, bringing the whistle to his lips before he decided to speak. “I said four, right? Make that fuckin’ ten.” He blew the whistle and watched you roll your eyes before running down the court.

Your mind was blurred by Mark’s impromptu visit that you didn’t care that you were undermining Negan’s authority. You knew you would apologize later, but seeing Mark brought all the anger and frustrations back at the forefront of your mind. Negan thought you would get tired by the third round of suicides, but your anger fueled your adrenaline and you sped past the ten suicides he assigned. However, you and the rest of the girls were panting heavily and sweat dripped down your temples.

“Take a ten-minute break. Afterwards, we’re going to scrimmage until the end of practice,” Negan stated, turning on his heel to walk to the middle of the court.

You watched him leave, biting your lower lip as you walked to your bag. You took a large gulp of water and swallowed it eagerly, noticing the note that Mark had left. You tightened your jaw and crumpled the piece of paper before tossing it into the trashcan nearby. You could feel Negan’s gaze on you and when you looked in his direction, his eyes softened but there was still a hint of frustration.

After ten minutes, you were separated into teams and began the scrimmage. Negan advised that you all incorporate the plays you were taught to practice it more thoroughly. The anger took over and you made mistake after mistake, causing Negan to get angry with you.

“Doll, what the fuck are you doing? Run offense! This isn’t a one-woman team!” Negan yelled.

“I know!” you spat, staring at him.

“No, it seems like you don’t. You have four other fuckin’ players that are wide open and yet, you take a shot that doesn’t even go in. Run the goddamn play or I’m benching you the next game.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, running the play to Negan’s liking. Though, the rest of the girls noticed how you weren’t putting your effort into it like you usually did. So instead, they decided to take initiative and leave you out of the playmaking process. Negan must have taken notice, but he didn’t say a word. You were getting frustrated that no one had given you the ball, but before you could protest, Negan blew the whistle and called the practice to an end.

“Don’t bring your personal problems into this gym. Once you step foot on this court, I want you thinking about basketball, and nothing else,” he stated, looking around the group of girls before settling his gaze on you. “Later on in the week, I will be calling each and every one of you for individual conferences. So, be sure to keep an eye out for my phone call. I’ll see you all next practice. Have a good night.”

The girls nodded and retreated to their bags. Just as you were walking away, Negan snapped his fingers and called out your name which prompted you to stop walking and turn around to look at him.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked.

“If I say no, will you let me go?” you sneered.

“No, but I figured I’d be polite and ask.”

“Whatever,” you shrugged, walking to your bag. When the girls waved in your direction, you returned it with a half-smile and picked your bag to drape over your shoulder. The gym had emptied, so you walked to the locker room to retrieve the few clothes you had placed there previously.

Negan walked inside, whistling quietly as he approached you. “You want to tell me what’s going on, doll?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Negan.”

“You’re lying, and you know how much I hate liars.”

You sighed, shutting your locket once you placed the clothes in your bag. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to lash out on you like that.”

“Who was that guy anyway?”

“Ex-boyfriend…”

“The ex-boyfriend?” Negan asked, stepping towards you. He reached out for your hand and you eagerly took it, lacing your fingers together with his own.

“Yeah. I didn’t expect him to show up here, or ever.”

“Well, I’ll let this one time slide,” he said softly, leaning down to peck your lips. Negan lingered when he pulled away, but he grasped your jaw with one hand and forced you to maintain eye contact. You noticed how dark his eyes had gotten and immediately, you felt arousal hit you like a freight train. You released his hand to rest both of your own on his chest, trying to push him away to play his game, but instead, he used his free arm to wrap around your waist and pull you close to him.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated.

Negan nodded, “I know, but next time you talk back, I’m going to put your pretty little mouth to something useful other than the shit you’ve said today.”

“You promise?” you blinked innocently.

“Oh, you fuckin’ minx.”

You blushed, leaning up to peck his lips, tugging on his lower lip roughly. “Allow me to make it up to you?”

“What do you have in mind, doll?”

“Get on your back,” you ordered.

Negan narrowed his eyes, lying on the bench. You noticed the large tent growing beneath his sweats and slowly, you pulled it down to his knees to reveal his throbbing cock. You dropped your shorts and panties, climbing out of them once the fabric of clothing pooled around your ankles. Without allowing Negan to take control, you straddled his waist, grasped his cock and slammed yourself down onto him.

He groaned, moving his hands to your hips as you felt his fingertips dig into your skin roughly. You moaned, the sudden intrusion causing a slight pressure within your depths. You rested your hands on his chest and stared into his eyes, beginning to rapidly move your hips in a forward and backward motion as he remained deep inside of your tight heat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, looking up at you. Negan moved his hands to grasp your buttocks, urging you to move quicker. You felt every inch of him inside you, causing your eyes to fall shut as your fingertips dug into his chest from the white t-shirt he was wearing.

“Negan…” you moaned loudly.

“Fuck, that’s right baby… Show me how sorry you are. Fuck, ride that dick,” he growled. As you slowly circled your hips, Negan groaned and rested his head back against the bench. He forced himself to remain still and give you control, especially since your movements were causing him so much pleasure that he had never felt before. Negan knew he could come right then and there, but he wanted this to last as long as possible.

“Oh god,” you whimpered, lifting your hips to bounce on his length. As you moved your hips along his length, you felt your slickness give way to your movements, allowing you to slide along his cock with ease.

Negan guided you along the way, lifting you up and down his throbbing cock as he slowly began to lift his own hips for further penetration. He wanted you to feel him deep inside of your walls that you felt it tingle along every inch of your body. However, once he kept you lifted, you furrowed a brow before you felt his hips slam into you repeatedly from an upward angle.

Immediately, you elicited a loud moan and felt the tip of his cock hammer repeatedly against your sweet spot. With each thrust, you felt yourself near climax, every inch of his manhood eliciting a pleasurable noise to escape your lips.

It was when Negan slammed you down onto his cock as he thrust upwards that caused you to reach your high. You had begun rolling your hips rapidly while your walls tightened even further around his cock, milking him to his own release.

Negan groaned, cupping the back of your neck and bringing you down for an intense kiss. He parted your lips immediately, sliding his tongue into your mouth as he kissed you with such ferocity that it almost took your breath away. With one last thrust, Negan released into you and groaned against your lips.

You shuddered against him, feeling his warm seed fill you completely. Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss and lifted yourself off his length. You watched as he remained on his back on the bench, panting heavily as if he was trying to catch his breath. When you met his eyes, he offered a lazy smile before sitting up to pull his boxers and sweatpants up to his waist. You slid on your panties and shorts, looking down at him before leaning in to peck his lips.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted,” you said softly.

“After that fuckin’ ride, apology accepted. How about we go on home and I can give you the punishment you deserve?” Negan smiled, grabbing your bag.

“Feed me first?”

Negan chuckled, pecking your lips lightly. “All right, all right. Let’s go, dirty girl.”

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