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[andypantsx3]

shoto and 'when i find out who is responsible for this...' IM A SUCKER FOR OVERPROTECTIVE SHO LMAO

This one was one of my faves to write, I really hope you like it!

Damage | Todoroki/Reader

Prompt: “When I find out who is responsible for this...” Word Count: 1600 words Tags/Warnings: SFW, ye olde quirk accident trope Notes: Special thanks again to my lady love @bobawithpomegranate for beta-ing me!! Also, for anyone who hasn’t suffered a corporate job: KPIs = key performance indicators, which are a set of business metrics used to measure success in certain areas.

The first sign that something was wrong should have been in line for security. 

Ayako—your favorite member of the Todoroki Agency security team—was waving a detector wand over your clothes when she asked casually, “How’s it going?”

Any other morning, your response was something along the lines of, “Oh, it’s going. How are you?” This morning, however, you blurted, “Good! Except that I bumped someone on the train and spent ten minutes trying to get a coffee stain out of this shirt, and I feel a little sick when I think about leading the KPIs review because Shouto’s property damage numbers are up again which doesn’t look great, so I skipped breakfast but honestly I’m super hungry right now, that was a bad choice, and—”

You cut yourself off, utterly bewildered. Ayako looked similarly nonplussed, raising a slim brow. 

“Uh, nevermind. I’ll just be going,” you said, and hared off to the rest of the security checkpoints before she could give commentary.

So you might have known that something was wrong even before you let yourself into Shouto’s manager’s office, armed with your monthly spreadsheets and performance slide decks. But you hadn’t given it more thought since then, a move which proved to be a complete mistake.

Shouto was already there, lounging in the set of chairs in front of his manager’s desk, looking less like a hero waiting for a meeting and more like some airbrushed ad for his dark turtleneck or his close-fit grey slacks. Your heart shot into your throat at the sight of him, like it usually did, and you had to remind yourself to relax.

Though he was unbearably handsome to the point of distraction, Shouto was relatively easy to get along with, something that should have made you calmer in his presence. He was straightforward, possessed of very little ego, thoughtful, and a very linear and strategic thinker—you’d worked extremely well with him the past couple of years, and Shouto, though he had less to do with the daily operations of the agency, had helped push your promotion last year to Director of Public Relations. It should have added up to an easy and uncomplicated work partnership, but his personality only made your unfortunate crush on him even worse.

He was so horribly, horribly perfect. And you were an awful little metrics gremlin, called in to roast him over the open flame of public opinion once a month. Really not something Shouto might be interested in.

“Y/N,” he said, looking up from his phone and fixing you with an intent look. Your heart stuttered under those heterochromatic eyes.

“Hi, Shouto,” you said, setting down your bag and digging out your laptop for something to take your attention off of him. “How are you?”

“I’m well,” he answered in his deep tone. “How are you?”

And that was it. The damning question that sent it all to hell.

“My heart feels like it could explode any second, and I feel kind of faint, weirdly weak, and incredibly distracted,” you answered, naming the symptoms of his very presence.

There was a beat of silence. You froze, crouched over your bag, laptop halfway out of it. Then it hit you what had just been said, and you slapped a hand over your mouth in horror. 

Shouto was up out of his chair in the blink of an eye, kneeling in front of you with cool fingers on your face, angling it towards him.

“You’re not well?” he asked, those eyes locking on you with an alarming intensity.

His attention only made things worse. “I feel like I might pass out,” you said, cringing even as the words left your mouth.

Fuck, what the hell were you saying? You were making it sound like you were some Victorian maiden, ready to swoon in the mere company of a gentleman. And why were you saying this shit? You’d worked with him for years and you’d never let slip the effect he had on you—what was wrong with you this morning?

You thought back to the coffee incident on the train this morning, the way the girl whose drink you had spilled had startled, the way she had weirdly apologized to you even as you were in the midst of your own apology.

A sense of foreboding settled over you. 

Oh.

Oh fuck.

“I think I’ve been hit with a quirk,” you blabbed.

Shouto’s features shuttered, a hard look you’d never really seen before entering his eye. He went over to his manager’s desk, dialing a number on her office phone, and then he was talking in low tones, asking someone from medical to come up to her office immediately.

Then he was back at your side, easing you carefully to the floor like you actually were in danger of passing out, and not just a huge idiot with an incredibly fat crush that made you say the world’s most ridiculous things.

“When I find out who’s responsible for this,” he uttered, low and dangerous, “they might never be able to use a quirk again.”

For some reason, the threat warmed you, even as it sent a little shiver down your spine. Was it weird to find him hot when he was angry?

You clamped your mouth firmly shut, lest you tell him exactly what illness prevailed you, but your silence was all for naught.

Because when one of the medical staff made it up to the office, pressing a quirk testing strip to your skin, she pronounced, “A truth quirk.”

Shouto caught your hand before it could smack into your forehead, looking surprised that he had done so. And then even more surprised at the pronouncement.

“A truth quirk,” he echoed, looking down at you curiously. His fingers were gentle where they held your wrist.

You squirmed uncomfortably under his scrutiny.

“But then, you’re still not well,” he said. He looked up at the medical staffer. “She’s feeling faint, and having problems with her heart.”

“She’s fine,” the staffer confirmed, holding up a scanner with your vital readings. They were embarrassingly perfect—incredibly, perfectly, damnably normal.

You could have died. You literally could have died.

Shouto looked down at you with a little wrinkle on his perfect brow, obviously wondering how you could admit symptoms like that given a truth quirk, only for there to be no physical sign of them. You tried to hold down the truth, but another question from him doomed you.

“But how?” he asked, clearly concerned, cool fingers smoothing over your cheekbone.

“I have an insanely huge crush on you,” you blurted. Then you unleashed a string of colorful swears, flushing so hot you thought you might catch fire.

Those heterochromatic eyes went a little round at the edges.

The medical staffer looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh as she bade a quick farewell. She was out the door before you could catch her sleeve and hold her like a shield against Shouto’s incredibly penetrating stare.

“I’m. Um. You know, sorry and everything,” you added. “I won’t let it interfere with work. I mean, I haven’t, any of the past couple years—fuck, oh my god, I just said that—”

Shouto was watching your mouth like he couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of it.

“Say it again,” he said.

You paused, staring at him. “What?”

“Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“My heart feels like it could explode any second, and I feel kind of faint, weirdly weak, and incredibly distracted,” you answered obediently.

“Because of me,” he said, like it was a wonder.

You gave him an annoyed look. Obviously because of him, who the fuck else did he think wielded that combination of attractiveness and straightforward appeal like an S-class quirk of its own?

Shouto choked on a laugh, and you realized with some horror that you’d said all of that out loud. 

Damn the fucking truth quirk.

“I don’t know,” Shouto said, sounding amused. “I think I rather like it. When I find out who is responsible for this, I might have to thank them instead.”

This stopped you short.

He what now?

“I’m sorry, what?”

Something a little like a smirk curled the corner of Shouto’s mouth. “It is generally gratifying to know one’s feelings are returned, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I wouldn’t know—” you started, feeling annoyed with him again. Then you choked when the implication of his words sank in.

Shouto’s fingers slid down to cup your chin, and suddenly it felt like every nerve ending in your body was concentrated there, the touch magnified a thousand-fold into an all-consuming sensation. 

“Would you like me to kiss you?” he asked lightly, looking smug.

“Oh my god yes—” The answer was out of your mouth before he’d even finished the question.

Shouto laughed, and then he was leaning in. You could feel the smile still on his mouth when it met yours. Shouto’s kiss was careful and attentive, but you could sense something deeper beneath, the same kind of restrained sort of passion that underlaid his quirk. Having that kind of controlled intensity turned on you was something you could have never prepared for.

The kiss became deeper and more heated, and Shouto was just easing you backwards again, still pressed firmly to you, when the door opened and his manager blew in.

“This is a fucking office,” she said, stepping over the two of you like you were a grimy puddle in the street. “Now hurry the fuck up, we have KPIs to review. Shouto—don’t think this will derail me from your property damage numbers increasing.”

Shouto huffed into your mouth, slumping against you.

You couldn’t do anything but laugh.

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5 Simple Rules for a Successful Relationship: Blurb

This wasn’t requested by anyone but the idea has been kicking around my head basically since I wrote the Ben POV chapter

Warnings for fluff and smut but it’s all very soft

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Ben had it all planned out. He’d known how he was going to ask for a while, before he’d even picked out the ring. But, so far, he hadn’t been able to put his plan into action. As much as he wanted to ask it never quite felt like the right time. There was always something going on, somewhere to be – work or dinner with friends or general errands to sort out. But he knew how he wanted it to happen. He’d cook dinner, your favourite meal of course, followed by dessert made from scratch, really bring out the big guns. Afterwards he’d put on some music, a playlist of love songs he’d been adding to for months now, maybe ask you to dance. It was a little corny but sometimes corny was okay. Later on he’d pop into the kitchen and pull out your two mugs and place the ring in the bottom of yours before returning to the couch to sit with you. And then, at the usual time, he’d say he could really go with a hot drink before bed. He knew you’d volunteer to make them since he’d made dinner so he’d wait for you to leave the room before following. He’d listen for the gasp of surprise when you checked the mugs and saw the ring. That would be his cue to step into the room and get down on one knee and ask you to marry him. He had the speech ready to go too, knew what he wanted to say. How fast he’d fallen for you, how glad he was you were with him, how much he loved you.

Thinking about actually popping the question made Ben nervous. But the good kind of nervous. Of course the topic of weddings and marriage had come up before, abstractly. It was nearly unavoidable when his mum would not-so-subtly check for an engagement ring every time you visited, and then even less so when Gwilym got engaged and invited you both to the party. So he’d asked you about it, whether you had ever considered the whole settling down thing – marriage, kids, white picket fence, the lot. He was pleased to find out you liked the idea, had even imagined what the future might be like with him. The only thing you didn’t want was a public proposal which Ben fully supported. After all the attention you’d received as a result of the relationship, all the magazine articles and snapped photos while you were just trying to buy milk and bread, it felt wrong to voluntarily make such a private situation public. Ben was sure you’d be asked about it in future interviews and on social media and he wouldn’t mind sharing the story then, after he was sure you’d say yes. He had no reason to believe you wouldn’t but there was always that slight uncertainty, that intrusive doubt that made him wonder if you’d just tell him to bugger off instead. He found comfort in the plan though. Knowing exactly what he would do was reassuring. But even the best laid plans weren’t guaranteed.

Ben’s actual proposal caught him off guard as much as it did you. It was early on a Saturday, sometime between two and three. Usually you’d both be fast asleep but instead you were stumbling into the house, lit only by the grey light of the morning. You hadn’t meant to stay at the afterparty for so long but people kept handing you drinks and drawing you into conversations and music was still pumping through the speakers and before you knew it five more minutes had become a couple of extra hours. Ben emptied his pockets onto the hall stand as he watched you lean against the front door and kick off your shoes. He couldn’t resist catching you in a quick kiss before he wrapped his arm around you with a soft, “C’mon cuddle bunny,” and lead you towards the bathroom. Both of you set about brushing teeth and washing faces and changing into pyjamas. He chuckled as he watched you extract an almost obscene amount of bobby pins from your hair before you retied it to sleep in. But, even after everything was done and you’d both climbed under the covers, sleep didn’t come. Ben, eyes closed in an attempt to trick sleep into taking him, felt you move under his arm and peeked through his lashes to find you facing him.

“You okay?” His voice was hushed though there was no real need and when you responded yours was too.“Yeah just not really tired,” “Me neither,” “Do you wanna…?” “Now?” “Well just lying here waiting to drop off is a bit boring but I also don’t really feel like getting up,” “Alright then, why not.” “If you fall asleep half way through I won’t hold it against you,” “Shut up and take your pants off,” Ben laughed, already wriggling out of his. “You just didn’t sound very enthusiastic,” “I am always enthusiastic about this,” Ben forgot everything else he might have said as you pulled him into a kiss.

The sex itself was okay. Nothing special really. You’d had better sex plenty of other times, though you’d also had worse. The best way to describe it was fine. It wasn’t mind blowing but it was comfortable and reliable and fine. Ben felt a little clumsy as he kissed you back, his hand roaming over your side and down to your arse. He supposed the dark of the room and the drinks you’d both put down over the course of the night were having an impact, but, by the way you giggled against his lips, it seemed you found it cute more than anything else. To compensate for his inelegant fingers, Ben moved slowly, enjoying kissing you as much as he could. He hummed when you slid your hand down between your bodies and found his dick, stroking it unhurriedly. There wasn’t a need to go faster, no built up passion to release. The sex was a way to kill some time. Even when you hooked your leg over his and he sank into you, nothing really changed. But Ben knew what you liked and did his best to hit those spots as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you again. He decided he must be doing something right based off the small keening noises you made. All the same he didn’t expect your next outburst, said softly right against his lips.

“God Ben, I want you inside me forever,” It slipped out before he could second guess himself, “Then marry me,” “What?” Ben paused his movement, not totally sure he’d actually said it until he drew back enough to look at you and saw the stunned expression you wore. His heart pounded as he realised this was it, this was the moment, “Might be easier to do that if we’re married is all. So, will you? Will you marry me?” It took a few moments for the question to sink in but once it had you nodded in agreement. You felt the same. “Yes?” “Yes.” “Yeah? You’ll marry me?” “Yes, yes, I’ll marry you,” Ben broke out into a grin and swept you into another kiss though he cut it off abruptly, “Wait, hold on,” somewhat ungracefully Ben pulled out of you and rolled out of the bed, switching on a lamp and heading over to his chest of draws. He dug around in one for a moment before he pulled out a small box which he brought back to the bed. Kneeling in front of you, he popped the box open to show you the ring before taking it and sliding it onto your finger.

You couldn’t help but stare, holding you hand out in front of you to see how it looked. It was beautiful, not too over the top but not exactly understated either, and it fit perfectly. When you raised you eyes back to Ben’s face you noticed his eyes glistening. “I love it Ben, I love you,” “I love you too Y/N,” he whispered back, kissing you again and laying you back down.

As Ben sank back into you, you placed your hand on his chest, picking up his body heat except where the cool metal of the ring lay. You could feel his heart beating under your palm as he rolled his hips against you, trying to finish what you’d started. It took a little while longer, though things moved less slowly than they had before the interruption of the proposal. Ben dropped his fingers to your clit as he felt you getting closer, drawing gentle circles until the warm wave rolled through you, pulling a soft sigh from your lips. He kept his fingers there as if to try to give you another orgasm, maybe one not quite so soft, but you pulled his hand away, linking his fingers with yours as you kissed his throat and encouraged him to finish too. It didn’t matter that your orgasm hadn’t been particularly powerful. All that mattered was that Ben was with you and he always would be.

Afterwards you curled up, leaning your head on Ben’s chest, his arm around you. He sighed contentedly and kissed the top of your head. “So much for sleeping,” he chuckled. “What we did was better than sleep,” “Definitely. And if we hold out for a little longer we could watch the sunrise,” “I don’t know if I’ll last that long,” “No, me neither. It’d be nice though,” You agreed and lapsed into a comfortable silence. And then a thought struck you, “You know, we’re going to need a cover story,” “What?” “People are going to want to hear the story of how you proposed. Felicity, Joe, Gwil, the rest of our friends, our families, not to mention paparazzi and the press, they’ll all ask.”  “Fuck.” “So you don’t want to look your mother in the eye and explain it happened mid shag either? Good to know we’re on the same page,” Ben laughed, “Funnily enough, that was very unplanned. I had something much more romantic and better prepared in mind when I thought about how I’d do it. A whole big speech about you being the love of my life and how I want to spend every day of my life making you feel happy and safe and loved,” “Go on then, what was it,” Ben explained his original idea, about the dinner and the mugs, all the while playing with your fingers as if he didn’t want to break contact.  “That does sound wonderful, but I have to admit, I really love how it actually happened,” “Me too,” he laughed, “But that’s good. Because now we have a story to tell everyone and a slightly more accurate story just for ourselves.”

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[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Little Prince (Pt.1)

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Roman Marrell was a man of class and sophistication. From the way he pinned his crimson hair to the way he stood in things from three-piece suits to floor length ballgown, no one could question that the singer held himself in high regards.

Or at least that's what it seemed to the outsiders. Roman was an incredible actor, but even actors had to break character at some point. There was only one person who Roman could count on not to ruin his life, one person who'd seen Roman with mascara trailing down his face, held him at night when he had nightmares and his face was swimming with so many tears he couldnt see where he was. His brother, Remus Marrell.

Quite the opposite of Roman, Remus looked like the kind of man you'd find looting trash bins for extra cash; loose ties, wrinkled suits, messy brown hair with a white streak he'd had since birth. The twins had two physical compliments to each other, the first was a matching birthmark on each of their hips, both in the shape of one half of a heart. The second, Roman's emerald eyes, and Remus' stunning ruby ones.

Roman may have had a successful career and may have been held higher up by the public. But Remus had something that Roman thought was much more special. Remus had his husband, Virgil Clove. Roman had always wanted a relationship, ever since he was a kid, but every boy he tried to talk to ran from him. Now that he was famous it was easier for boys to fawn over him, but now he knew they only wanted him for his looks, his money, they didnt want to listen to him talk. They wanted a pretty little husband to sit around and sing songs and cook for them while they lounged on the couch spending money on cars and beer.

Roman didnt want that, he wanted something real, he wanted someone who would treat him like a prince instead of a pretty face. But he knew that was reaching to far, for him to reach that level he'd have to have an emotional connection with someone, and he wasnt sure he could fathom something as intimate as that.

"Roman! You're on in five!" Roman looked at himself in the mirror, there he was, dressed in the most stunning of dresses with more sequins and glitter than one man would need in a life time, gold and red eyeshadow that contrasted so well with the green in his eyes, and matched perfectly with the red lipstick he wore. Then there was his tiara, it was large and gold and covered with jewels, but it didnt make him feel like a prince. No, it made him feel like a naive narcissistic fool.

Roman stood up, straightening his clothes before he took to the stage. He was met with whistles and cheers and comments that would make even Remus' stomach churn, whether with rage or disgust, Roman didnt want to know.

Then his eyes locked on someone he didnt recognize, someone new. The man was tall, muscular, with round black glasses and shining blue eyes like he'd stolen them from the ocean itself. His brown hair was a mess of curls, seemingly controlled only by a few bobby pins and hair clips. His lips were parted in a smile, a smile that sent Roman's fragile little heart pounding like rain on a window.

Roman tried his best to keep his eyes on the walls, he didnt like to make eye contact with costumers, it distracted him from his music. But something about this boy made him feel calmer, caused the sounds of everyone else in the crowd to melt into the abyss.

Roman had managed to get through about half of his performance without a single slip up, but rather than forget the lyrics to a song, Roman's performance was cut short but a round of gunfire. Roman ducked under the nearest table, his chest tightened, he felt like he was going numb.

Then he felt an arm around his waist, a strong one. He felt himself lifted off the ground and held close to someone, almost like a porcelain doll that might shatter if it were to be dropped.

Roman didnt know where he was going, but he couldnt seem to muster the words to ask. Soon enough, though, he was set down on the steps of a large building. He turned to face his rescuer, only to be met with those same striking blue eyes.

"You. . . Saved me?" Roman asked, he hadnt meant to sound disappointed, but there was concern etched in the man's face.

"Of course I did, what happened there was in no way meant to harm you, it was a retaliation and it wont be happening again," said the man. He reached up to knock on the door. Another man opened it, this one with brown eyes that looked almost gold, and a nasty looking burn on one side of his face.

"Jay, there's been an attack on the Butterfly Lounge, I'm not sure who did it but I know it can't have ended well," said the man with blue eyes.

Jay paused for a moment, looking over at Roman, Roman felt his insides squirming. "And who's this?" Jay said, his voice almost like a snake's hiss.

"The singer, Roman, I rescued him," said the man, a faint blush coated his face.

"Lo, you are to much of a softie for your own good," Jay spoke in a joking manner, moving out of the doorway and beckoning the two inside.

The inside of the house was elaborate and large, the walls seemed to have been painted over from black to much lighter shades of blue and gray.

"Please, have a seat, I'll have my husband get something for you," Jay said, gesturing Roman toward one of the large chairs in the main room. Roman sat down in the one that looked softest, melting into the fabric as though hoping it would absorb him entirely. Lo sat across from him, pressing his thumbs together as though he were thinking of what to say.

"I'm sorry, all of thus must be very confusing for you," he stated finally.

"Oh not at all, I understand I've been kidnapped by the mafia and most likely I'm going to be held for a random my parents will never pay and my brother wont be able to afford," Roman said. He wasnt entirely sure why, after all, no one had acted like this was a kidnapping since they'd left the lounge.

Lo sat there for a moment, clearly taken aback. "No no no no- that's the exact opposite of the point, see, it was our rivals that attacked the lounge, I merely wanted to ensure your safety, you'll be returned straight home once you've had a chance to relax, whatever that entails in your opinion," he said, a small smile appearing on his round face.

A few minutes later another boy rushed into the room with two plates. He was short, though he had a similar stature to Lo, and the same round glasses with clear frames, he was dressed in a light blue sweater and a short white skirt, both garments seeming to accentuate his hips.

"Terribly sorry about the wait, are you alright- Roman?" He asked as he shoved a tray over to him with the plate placed on it.

"Im- fine I suppose," Roman replied.

"This is Patton, Jay's husband, he mostly stays here and looks after the house," said Lo. Roman felt his stomach drop.

Patton's eyes widened slightly "oh no it's not like I'm doing this unwillingly, Janus asks me every time he goes out if I'd like to tag along, but I'm just not comfortable with his type of work," Patton said. Roman relaxed slightly.

It took a few hours, a nice warm bath, and a change of clothes for Roman to feel safe enough to go back home, Logan had promised to escort him, and now here they were in his bedroom. He'd allowed Roman to borrow one of his sweaters despite it being not only to long for him, but about two sizes to big. Roman didnt mind, it felt nice, and as long as he had shorts on it wasnt like it was going to do much.

When they finally got back to Roman's apartment, and Roman was finally able to get to a phone, he had a lot of things to explain to his brother. But first, he had to say goodbye.

"Thank you again, for saving me back there," Roman said, one hand resting on the doorframe, the other hugging the sweater closer to his body.

"It was my pleasure, little prince," said Logan, and without another word, he disappeared into his car, and down the street.

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DIRTY GIRL

CHAPTER 7 - LUCKY FUCKING DAY

NEGAN X ANA (OC)

Originally a collection of short smutty stories, this has now morphed into a long running storyline. Strong sexual content.

Ana embarks on a casual, and obviously filthy affair with Negan, accidentally falling for the man, knowing he will never love her. Angst and kinkyfuckery.

WARNINGS: It's Negan so expect swearing, violence, sexual content throughout. I'll add specific chapter warnings as it progresses. 

CHAPTER 7 - LUCKY FUCKING DAY

Negan x Ana (OC)

It's been a while since they shagged, they both horny as fuck.

WARNINGS

f/f/m dirty talk, rough sex

Negan is a sweary muthafucka, that's a given

It''s a long one,hahaha. I enjoyed writing from his point of view and I got a bit carried away.

Negan stands, Lucille nestled on his shoulder, proudly surveying his jubilant saviors on their return home. 

The Sanctuary....His castle....The community HE built, from the shit storm of epic proportions, that left the remainder of the human race fighting for survival. Everyone here a cog in the well oiled machine, with a mission to save as many unfortunate souls as possible....And...bring some kind of fucking civilisation back to humanity.

The Saviors...These men and women, these fucking magnificent soldiers, were the key to its success, the last line of defence for HIS citizens. His own personal army, a force to be reckoned with. They were a bunch of quarrelling fuckwits and murdery fucking hoodlums before he took this place. He made them what they are today. He gave them structure, rules, purpose. He made them strong. Look at them now.

As trucks are unloaded the mood is jovial. Today had been another productive damn day. There would be celebrations this evening. Rightly so. Fuck it, he's in a great mood, everyone gets extra vegetables at dinner, they deserved it.

Heading inside the large canteen, they are rewarded with good food and bottles of liquor. He watches over his people, observes their hearty laughter, loud banter, and congratulatory patting of backs. His eyes scan the room.

He leans back against the wall as his eyes rest on Ana. She's sat at a long table with Simon, a few of the other higher ranking warriors, and....that girl she always seems to be hanging with these days. He lowers Lucille to rest casually by his side. She'd done well, he'd known she would, and, she'd finally even got Simon's approval. Simon was right. Fucking her, while on Savior business had been a mistake. While they were working EVERYONE needed to be focused. He didn't want to lose any one over some emotional shit, or by getting eaten on the job, so to speak. They'd had to cool it. Maybe they could get together when they both had free time, but with missions, meetings, and wives, it hadn't happened. A shame. It had been fun. 

Sighing heavily he watches her as she laughs a full belly laugh, her head thrown back. She looks really fucking happy. As rare as rocking horse shit these days. It makes him smile.....briefly. His eyes fixate on Simon's hand patting her thigh, resting a little too long for his liking. He shifts uneasily from the wall, his jaw clenching, hand tightening momentarily around Lucille. The fucking fuck? His brow sets in a deep frown. 

Ok..ok..calm your tits.....

It's probably just his imagination, but he might need to keep a fucking eye on that. Tearing his eyes away he looks down at the floor, inhaling deeply, rubbing his forehead, and trying to relax his jaw as he looks back over in Ana's direction. 

The girls are now sharing a conversation that he can't hear. They move in closer to each other, real fucking close. Huh? 

Cheering erupts. A drinking game has begun and a bottle of tequila is being passed around the table. The merriment continues, tables are banged enthusiastically, and numerous shots are knocked back. He shakes his head at his bunch of roguish fucking idiots. 

There it was again. A touch of the girl's thigh. A firm squeeze. No mistaking. This time stroking higher, leaning right in. His brow arches as Ana kisses her, playfully nibbling at the girls lips. Tangling her fingers in the long tresses she pulls her in for a firmer kiss. Jeering breaks out. 

"Get a fucking room you two"

Something is tossed across the table hitting Ana on the head. Breaking the kiss she tosses it back, laughing and giving them the middle finger. Jesus fucking Christ, sometimes It's like being at fucking high school with these morons. His attention is drawn back to the two women as they stand from the table. 

So how long has this been going on? 

She looks up. Her eyes meeting his. Hmmm.... Did she know he was there? Did she know he'd been watching? Neither looks away, locked in an unwavering stare as he tries to read her. A small smile plays at her lips as she whispers something in the girls ear before grabbing her hand and leading her hastily from the canteen.

Swinging lucille by his side, he takes a moment to process, pulls himself from the wall, bat on shoulder, and heads out into the corridor.

***

Turning the corner, towards Ana's room, the girl is pinned to the wall in a passionate kiss, a sense of urgency as she fumbles with the key in the lock. The door swings open. They tumble in. He saunters towards them, observing a  moment before tapping loudly on the door with Lucille. When Ana spins around he studies her, his eyes narrowing, Lucille swinging gently by his side. 

"Hi"  he grins, taking a step forward into Ana's room. 

"Hi" She moves protectively in front of her 'friend'

"Sorry to interrupt....."  The grin fades as he peers around Ana for a better view of the girl. He's seen her around. Someone new Simon had recruited and trained, name escapes him though. Never really took much notice of her before. He looks her over. Similar to Ana in age, probably. Looks pretty badass, sweet though. Not bad. He definitely would. Flashes her one of his irresistible smiles. She seems to be struggling to maintain eye contact with him. He revels in the long awkward pause.

"...and you are?" 

The girl swallows audibly and opens her mouth, but no words come out. He chuckles maintaining his stare. Ana glances over her shoulder looking quizzically at the suddenly dumb struck girl, shaking her head at her.

"This is Lily."

"Hey there Lily. Nice to finally meet you." He doesn't offer his hand, instead he twirls Lucille in his fingers, his tongue creeping out between his teeth. He can't resist looking her up and down again with a smirk. Immediately she blushes and looks down at the floor to hide her burning cheeks. That's cute. He chuckles.

"Not much of a talker huh?" Her eyes still glued to the floor he turns his attention back to Ana.

"Is she ok?" he mouths silently

"What do you want Negan?"

"You really have to ask? Ana, you know what I want." Placing lucille against the wall he takes another step closer, leaning into her space. Lily shrinks away behind Ana. 

"No Negan, I dont." Her eyes search his "I dont know what you want from me"

"Yes...you fucking do" Lowering his face towards hers, he takes her by the hips. Lily shuffles uncomfortably while Ana holds his gaze.

"Oh, so you think you can just drop in whenever you feel like it, without an invitation" 

"Oh girl, dont give me that shit. You know goddamn well I dont need an invitation. This is my place, I can do whatever the fuck I want" his thumb traces along her jaw

"What about what I want? ....What exactly are we doing here?"

"What do you wanna be doing?" He chuckles "This was your fucking idea. 'Why dont we come up with another arrangement', you said. I fucking remember it. Very fucking clearly...." His thumb brushes over her lips  "...right before before you put my dick in that pretty little mouth of yours" 

"That doesn't mean you can just call by whenever it suits you"

"That is EXACTLY what it means." He withdraws his hand " I gave you a choice. This is what you chose"

"Well, Im not just gonna sit here waiting for you" she smiles pulling Lily to her side.

"Yeah, I can see that" he glances over at Lily

"Look, I'm a big girl, I can make my own decisions, and I made my choice. I'm NOT one of your wives remember" leaning into Lily she kisses her softly.

"Thank fuck for that, you'd drive me nuts" His eyes linger over the kiss "So this is what you get up to when I'm not around"

"Mhm. What did you expect? I got needs you know." The woman's lips part for Ana     "...So if you dont mind...." she mumbles through the kiss

"I don't mind at all". He interrupts " I'm enjoying the fucking show, dont stop on my account"

"If you don't mind" she continues "I'm quite busy, so you can shut the door on your way out"

Arching a brow he watches the girls, their tongues exploring each others mouths. His grip on her hips tightens, pushing himself against her so she can feel him hardening.

"Hahaha! Ya missed me right? I can read you like a goddamn book......Ok you got my attention, got me over here......with the TWO of you. I see what you're doing here." taking her by the chin he pulls her face to look in his eyes. "Yeah...." he smirks "....you missed me"

"Maybe....Maybe not" she swipes his hand away

"Maybe...maybe not" he mocks "Why you always got to be so damned difficult all the time? Fuck, you're infuriating. See..... I'm hearing the words coming out of your mouth, but your eyes are saying 'fuck me Negan' " he shrugs off his jacket

"Wow! You really are an arrogant fucker"

"....Fuck me, AND my horny friend" he continues "Am I right? Hahaha. I know what you want, and how you want it. I know what kinkyfuckery runs through your dirty mind"

"You absolutely sure about that" she retorts "Maybe...I actually didn't miss you or your dick. Maybe...you're wrong." She smirks at him as she peels off her shirt

"Now I KNOW you're fucking lying" his tone no longer as playful. "Enough fucking teasing now. I told you before, don't play fucking games with me princess"

"And I told you before, don't call me princess" roughly she pulls lily towards her, pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it to the floor "I dont need your permission to fuck someone else. You don't own me"  

Taking Lily's face in her hands she kisses her passionately. Releasing her hips he grabs a handful of Ana's hair, tugging her head back, prising the girls apart.

"I said that's enough. Have you forgotten who's in charge around here?" He says into her ear, his voice stern, delivering a hard sharp slap to her ass "Have you forgotten who your dealing with?" Another rough tug makes her wince. "The Sanctuary is mine. The Saviors, ..are mine. You....Are mine."

Lily cautiously takes a couple of steps back, Ana chuckles triumphantly.

"There's my Negan. You know I like that. she bites her lip " I love it when he gets mad, Lily. We like to play rough. This is just our foreplay" she chuckles again. "Still wanna fuck him?"

"Well?" His eyes burn into Lily's "Do ya? You wanna be my dirty girl too? " He smirks darkly  "then it looks like it's your lucky fucking day.....if you think you're up to it" Forcefully he unfastens Ana's jeans  "...Choice is yours sweetheart, nobody's forcing you to do anything you dont want to do." Still holding Ana's hair in a vice like grip he tugs her jeans down to her hips. "Stay,.. or leave, it's up to you...but it's now or fucking never Lily" he palms Ana's ass   "...Gonna need an answer. Are you staying?" 

Lily chews on her bottom lip and nods

"Then be a fuckin doll and shut the door"

Negan's eyes follow her as she closes the door and leans her back against it. 

"Well, Ana, would you look at that. Lily does as shes told, unlike some people I know"  his hand rubs across her stomach down towards her panties as he presses his swelling dick against her, eyes still on Lily. 

"That's because shes a good girl Negan, she'll do whatever you ask"

"Is that fucking so?" His stare unmoving, deliberately disarming her  "wanna play a game of good girl /bad girl?"  he smirks as he teases Ana, thumbing over her panties. "Ana is the bad girl obviously, but you've clearly spent some time together so I guess you know that already" Ana squirms as his thumb toys with her clit. "Speak up. Don't be shy. Can't be shy around my Ana"

"I'm not your Ana"           

"You fucking sure about that?"

He pulls her hair hard, tipping back her head, exposing her neck to him. Grazing her with his teeth, nipping at her skin, he raises his eyes to look at Lily from under heavy lids,. Ana moans softly and reaches behind her rubbing his hardening length through his jeans

"So.....You just gonna stand there?" Lily's eyes follow his hand as it slides into Ana's panties. Ana gasps and unfastens his belt

"Oh. You like to watch huh? We can put on a show for you if that's your thing" He rubs down Ana's folds, she reaches inside his jeans. "Any requests? Any other freaky weird shit you're into. I am down with that. We...are down with that" He grins as he circles Ana's clit and groans as she slowly strokes his cock. "We're pretty fucking comfortable with anything. We love that weird freaky shit" He turns his attention back up to Ana's neck, biting up to her ear lobe.

"So fucking wet" his voice is low in her ear as he pushes two fingers inside her, she responds by squeezing his cock, eliciting a moan from them both.

Lily finally ventures away from the door moving towards them. He smiles onto Ana's skin, removing his slick fingers and slowly pushes them into Ana's mouth.

"Take off those jeans" He commands Lily, his eyes wandering over her as she obediently pulls them down and kicks them aside. Their eyes meet again when she coyly looks up at him and smiles. Ana groans and squirms as he plunges back inside her, pumping slowly, his eyes never leaving Lily's. She stands expectantly, awaiting instruction. Withdrawing his fingers he uses them to beckon Lily over. She inhales sharply as he releases Ana's hair and strips off his shirt, revealing his slim toned body.  "How does she taste" he smirks as he runs them over her lips before inserting them into her eager mouth.

Ana turns to look up at him, eyes heavy with lust, running her nails across his chest and stomach, lowering herself to crouch before him.  Gently he strokes down Lily's neck and shoulder, caresses her breast, teases her nipple with his thumb, smiling as it hardens beneath his touch. Easing down his jeans Ana bites playfully at his thighs. Softly his hand travels down over Lily's stomach, lightly teasing the skin above her panties, maintaining eye contact as he slides inside, feeling her arousal pooling as she sucks enthusiastically on his fingers.

" Damn sweetheart, you are fucking soaked"

Ana trails her tongue over the bulge straining against his boxers, impatiently tugging them down, his erection finally springing free.

 "I lied" she confesses "I did miss this cock."

He looks down at Ana, to watch her tongue swirling around the tip, exploring the head, trailing down the shaft. He groans and throbs as Ana sucks his dick and lily quivers with his fingers inside her.

Withdrawing, Ana stands to move behind Lily, sandwiching her as he kisses up her neck.

"Remember the word?" Ana asks quietly in her ear. 

"Mhm" 

"If you want to stop just say the word" her hands cup Lily's breasts. Lily nods

"I'm good" she pants, her chest heaving. 

"Good. Get on the bed" Ana instructs her, giving her ass a slap, and pushing her playfully.

The girls tumble to the bed. He strokes himself as they kiss, bras unclipped, panties ripped off and cast aside. Playful wrestling as they caress and explore each other,  limbs entwined, until lily finally submits to Ana.

"Well look at my dirty girls" he sneers, laying himself beside them. His face hovers above lily's, watching her expression as Ana crawls over her. Lily leans in towards him mesmerized by his lips just above hers, moves in for a kiss.

"Oh no darlin" his fingers cover her mouth " that, is a no no. Anything else goes, but that is strictly for wives"

His hand slides over her chin and across her throat. Small quiet moans escape her as Ana's lips and tongue tease her nipples, travel over her stomach and down to her aching core, tasting and exploring. Her chest heaves and breathing hitches. 

"I think she might be close Ana" 

Her moans become louder and less inhibited as Ana brings her to the edge. 

"Cum for Ana sweetheart"  he dips down taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and tugging gently, applying a little pressure to her throat. Lily's senses are overwhelmed and she bucks beneath them both, writhing in waves of pleasure. 

"Good girl." He grins stroking her hair. 

"Now my dick is really in need of some attention" he smirks. Barely giving her time to recover he clutches himself, guiding her head down, offering her his large throbbing cock.

"Suck it darlin"

She gulps and wets her lips, opening her mouth, slowly taking him in, gagging a little.

"Oh honey, you're going to have to open wider than that"  Ana smiles. Holding Lily's hair she guides her slowly up and down his length, before crawling up the bed, positioning herself over his face. Looking down on him.

"Eat me, Negan. Make me cum all over you"

"Bad girl" he grins

Grabbing her firmly by the ass he laps at her, expertly teasing, licking and sucking. Reaching for the wall behind him she steadies herself, rocking her hips over him. She begins to shake, claws at the wall, throws her head back. Lily picks up the pace on his dick. His strong grip around Ana tightens, locking her in place as he sends her soaring over the edge. Loud moans of satisfaction fall from her lips as she clutches at his shoulders, scratches at his skin, riding the wave. Lily withdraws and comes up for air.

" You ready lily? he mumbles from underneath Ana as she gradually subsides and climbs off laying back on her elbows.

Lily cautiously straddles him, slowly and carefully lowering herself. Very slowly. Inch by swollen inch. Negan looks amused. Anna scolds him with a glance. Lily rocks softly as she adjusts. Without warning he impatiently flips them. Looking into her face he slowly eases the rest of the way, and holds still.

"You really want me to fuck you? he teases

Panting erratically she twitches below him trying to get some friction and nods.

"Say it"

"Say what?" she falters

"I wanna hear you say please"

"Please" she says quietly 

"With some fucking conviction girl. ...Please fuck me Negan" 

"Stop toying with her. You're so fuckin cruel sometimes" Ana shakes her head at him

"Dont pretend like you dont love it, Ana" he chuckles "now get your sweet fuckin ass over here..." Ana smiles and crawls back to lily.

."....focus lily, I wanna hear you say it. Please fuck me Negan"

"Please" she swallows hard "please fuck me Negan"

"Thats my good girl" 

He sets a slow steady pace. Ana kisses lily softly. Lily moans into Ana's mouth as her hand moves down gliding between her wet folds. The kiss firmer as she pins her, circling her clit slowly as he pumps rhythmically, gently. Ana's hand wanders. He looks down when he feels her massaging his balls and inhales sharply.

"Ana" he warns. Not breaking the kiss she moves to grasp the base of his cock.

"Ana. Stop, unless you want me to blow my load right now"

She sniggers, putting her attention back to lily's wetness, when she suddenly convulses and arches. He stops abruptly, gritting his teeth and quickly withdraws, grabbing Ana by the hips and dragging her to him as lily writhes beside them.

"You are a bad fucking girl."

She gasps as he plunges into her. He stills, his hand around her throat pulling her up towards him. She backs up onto him, grinding, his hand squeezing her throat. Holding her tight against him, he fiercely slams into her and stills again.

"Bad, dirty girl. Aren't you.?"

"Yes"

"MY bad dirty girl"

"Yes"

Another deep thrust

"Are you gonna behave for me now?"

"Yes, Negan"

"Beg for my cock, beg for me to fuck you"

"Please, Negan. Please"

"I said beg"

"Please, I need it, I need you to fuck me"

Groaning loudly he rams into her again and pounds her relentlessly 

"Yes,don't stop"

Circling her clit with other hand he knows shes already close

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't  ..... she shudders and tightens around him

"Oh fuck... jesus ..fucking ...christ" he cries out

Releasing her onto her hands and knees, shaking beneath him, he hastily withdraws and spurts over her ass. Catching their breath he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on her back, until hes completely spent and their breathing returns to normal. Inhaling deeply he opens his eyes to see lily laying and smiling up at him. 

He pulls himself up collecting a shirt from the floor, wipes himself, and cleans Ana's back before tossing the shirt at lily. He collects his clothes and starts to dress. 

"Hey this is my shirt." Lily pouts. Smiling sweetly at Negan "it's ok though"

He briefly glances over at her and continues to dress silently. Ana grabs a shirt and pulls on some jeans. Lily sits up and looks around for the rest of her clothes.

"So..." lily ventures " What happens now?" 

"What do you mean?" He pulls on his boots

" um...us?" She looks from one to the other "what happens now with us?"

Ana and Negan exchange glances 

"Wow you suddenly found your voice. Um...Nothing. There is no us. Look darlin, nothing is fuckin happening here. It was just a casual fuck that's all, a bit of fun. I thought you knew that" he pulls on his jacket

"But ....I thought maybe we could...you know ....have an arrangement."

Ana grabs her cigarettes and rolls her eyes at Negan

"I'm going for a smoke. I'll leave you two love birds to it"

Negan turns to lily with a frown

"Whoah. Let me stop you right there, sweet cheeks. You wanted this. You got it. I'm very happy for you. Today was a great day for you. 'Yay, today was my bestest lucky fucking day. Today was the day I fucked Negan ' you can write it in your journal and tell all your friends"

Lily's eyes suddenly fill

"Dont get your titties in a twist sweetheart, it's just a fuck"

"Such a dick" Ana shakes her head at him as she brushes passed. He groans and rubs his forehead.

"Ok. Ok. For fucks sake. Don't go getting all emotional on me,....I'm just busting your lady nuts. Look... I'm a busy guy, I got this place to run, several wives to entertain, I just dont have the time." He heads for the door. "Dont take it personal.....I'll ..um....see you around." He shakes his head " fucks sake" he mumbles under his breath as he hurriedly leaves.

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june - july fic rec: month(s) in review

hello & welcome back to the june - july edition of fic rec: month(s) in review! we have a L O T to unpack this time, so let’s dive right in! throughout june & july, we have been blessed with the majority of @larryabroad, as well as the bulk of @hlsummerexchange2019, all of @wordplayfics, wanker’s day fic fest, and many more that i’m probably forgetting. summer was a great time to be a fic reader for sure, thank you to every author who contributed!! 

**disclaimer: not all of these fics were written in june/july, it is simply when i read them. however, a lot of them were. ***note: as always, if you do take my recommendation and read any of these works, please bookmark, comment, and leave kudos for these authors!! it is so important that we support the creators in our community. as an author, i know a sweet comment will often spur me to keep writing when i’m stuck. but, without further ado, here’s my recs below the cut!

J U N E : :

You Were Made To Be Mine by lovelarry10 (@chloehl10)

Louis Tomlinson takes his 6 year old son Jacob to see Harry Styles in concert. Jacob has been a huge fan of Harry's for as long as he can remember, so it's a dream come true when Harry notices him in the pit. But Jacob isn't all that Harry has his eye on...

Louis is a bit embarrassed when Harry picks on him from the stage, but when he's invited backstage after the show, he wonders what Harry Styles could possibly want with a single dad and his kid from Manchester...

This was such a cute read! At a whopping 580k, there is a LOT to sink your teeth into. Though I started it at the beginning of June, I haven’t even nearly finished yet, but it’s so good that it’s made it onto my rec list!

Get Off and Vote by haztobegood (@haztobegood)

Niall lets out a loud laugh, “Hey, listen to this. You know how elections are Tuesday? It says the Babeland on the edge of campus is giving out free toys to the first 100 people that show their ‘I Voted’ sticker.”

“How patriotic.” Louis laughs. “Maybe I should go.”

Haha! This one was great. At 3k, it’s a perfect quick read for some sexy, patriotic fun. 

Surprise Me, Space Boy by jacaranda_bloom (@jacaranda-bloom)

Louis is a solo officer on Space Station Zeta and the isolation can present many challenges, not least of which is that it’s really bloody hard to date. He’s pinning his hopes on that changing with a fellow solo officer, Harry, from a neigbouring station who gives great banter and has a gorgeous smile. Maybe online dating has its benefits after all?

OR The Space Wank Fic.

Oh, this one was so good!!! The thing I love about literally anything Dee writes is that she just thinks completely outside the box. I feel like I never quite know what’s going to happen (in the best way!) and her originality totally made this fic amazing. (7k)

rivers ‘til i reach you by embodied (@crossnecklace)

Louis can’t begin to understand how he’s always this close and still can’t manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer. AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).

This was such a good read! It’s written in such a way that you’re utterly sucked into the verse so much that you’re a bit sappy when the fic is over. Kinda makes you feel a bit lovedrunk just from reading it. (29k)

Found My Hallelujah by crimsontheory (@ireallysawanangel)

As an engagement gift from his parents, Harry and his fiance receive an all expenses paid cruise trip for two. But one week before they're set to sail, Harry walks in on his fiance cheating on him. Newly single, with the cruise tickets in hand, and his bags already packed, Harry brings along his sister instead. And maybe the cute bartender on the ship might just be the person Harry needs to help him put back together all of his broken pieces.

I have so much to say about this one! I had the absolute honor of beta’ing this 35k work (which im pretty sure i just cheerlead you bc nicole you know grammar isn’t my strong suit...lmfao) and honestly it has become a fic that i love so much! nicole is such a talented writer; everything she writes just brings out so much emotion from her audience, and she has such a great sense of characterization! if you liked this one, check out its sequel, Now I’m Moving Up because it’s great too!!!!

J U L Y : :

Whisk me off my feet by allwaswell16 (@allwaswell16)

When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

Haha! This one was so cute! What a darling fic! (5k)

The Charles Compass Trilogy by SadaVeniren (@sadaveniren)

Louis Tomlinson is a successful writer who rents a beach house on the Cape to try and finish the final book in his successful Charles Compass trilogy.

So I’m convinced that any rec list I make will not be complete if Sada isn’t on it. Here’s the thing - I fell in love with this story before she was revealed as the author, and honestly I had no clue. She’s got this amazing way of being able to change her style to fit the kind of story she’s trying to tell. This is such a good look at the writing process, highly recommend! (9k)

From The Heart series by jacaranda_bloom (@jacaranda-bloom)

Every Tuesday, Louis spends his day off holed up in his favorite coffee-come-bookshop, writing his little stories as part of the WordPlay challenge while daydreaming about the resident barista, Harry. Each week a new word prompt is revealed and Louis adds to his series of short stories about Henry, the owner of a B&B in the Cotswolds who has curly hair and dimples, Lewis, his long term guest who just happens to be a writer, and Tigger, Henry’s cat.

As Louis and Harry’s friendship develops, could his fantasy world spill out into real life? And how does that reader who leaves the lovely comments with the teacup emoji seem to be able to read Louis’ mind?

Okay, Dee really killed the game this time. Because I was OBSESSED. I mean honestly checking my phone at work to see what the newest installment was. This series is so fulfilling and so so hot to think about as an author! (25k)

blue eyes, black jeans, lighters, candy by delsicle (@emperorstyles)

Harry is in Madrid and Louis had a hard week.

So, the whole dom on tour series is really good, but this is my favorite work of the two. I love basically anything Delaney writes but this was extremely hot! (4k)

Could you love me anyway by SadaVeniren (@sadaveniren)

Dear Mistress Lorin: I’ve been reading your blog for a couple weeks now and was hoping you’d give me some advice for something that happened with me and my boyfriend. I’m really worried that I hurt him.

aka Harry and Louis begin playing ping pong during the X-Factor Tour. It quickly gets out of hand.

Okay. If you know me at all, you know that the way to my heart is either spanking, kink negotiation, or both. This just delivers on it all, and it catches on some main parts of BDSM-for-newbies and kink-gone-wrong that people often pretend never happens. I could gush so much about this, but go ahead and just read it yourself because it’s too good to miss!! (13k)

you are half of me (and I am all for you) by angelichl (@angelichl)

One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia.

Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

Okay WOW. I have so much to say about this one!!! So first off, the biggest thank you to adri for writing this fic for me for HL Summer Exchange!!! Honestly I feel like you spied through all my hopes and dreams and loves (including parenthesis in fic titles??? love it) and squished it all into this fic. it’s just the best fic, and it feels like warm summer air and tracing constellations in the stars and falling in love. if you haven’t read this already, please do!!!! It was so good I teared up when I first read it! (25k)

Heading for Limbo by kingsofeverything (fullonlarrie) (@kingsofeverything)

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

Okay. Okay. This fic literally is one I will remember for the rest of my life, and i’m not even being dramatic about it! So, I really do enjoy leaving authors detailed comments about their fics, but that just wasn’t enough... I really had to message Lauren this whole essay about how Heading for Limbo helped me deal with a lot of emotions I was feeling in my own personal life, and it helped me fully realize that i’m bisexual. (did i just come out?? yikes) it was nice to see a fic where things weren’t perfect over a long stretch of time. It was amazing to see Harry realize his sexuality later in life, because that was one of my main struggles. this fic is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Literally, Lauren, thanks for changing my whole life!!! (101k)

Tell Me This Is Paradise by QuickedWeen (@becomeawendybird)

Harry Styles has been lucky in love but unlucky in the bedroom with all of her previous boyfriends. When her best friend Niall finds out that she's never had an orgasm, she knows just what Harry needs: Louis Tomlinson. Niall sets Harry up to get sorted out.

Okay, if you’re new around here, this fic was also on one of my previous rec lists, but then Molly had to ruin my life and write another chapter of it. Jesus Christ!!!! I literally could read this fic every single day and die happily. It’s so hot, and the characterization is so good. So, I guess this rec is specifically for chaper 2, but you’ve gotta read chapter 1 also! For the betterment of your life, of course. (9k)

Abstract by Star55 (@star55)

After Zayn draws a naked Harry for her art class, she finds that she can't stop drawing Harry and Louis' naked bodies, usually engaged in some form of sexual activity.

Literally - this was hot as balls. Loved it! (8k)

alright guys, that’s it! if you read all the way to the bottom, you deserve a sticker. i hope you guys enjoy some of my favorite fics i’ve read! don’t forget to go bookmark, comment, and give kudos! and just remember: we are all human. if you read a work, and loved it, and didn’t comment, it’s never too late! give your author some loooooooove. my life has been super busy and i really haven’t been in the place to leave the thought-out comments i like to, so most of these authors can expect comments from me soon. thank you to all the authors listed above, have a nice day everyone! also, feel free to send your favorite fics into my ask - maybe they’ll end up on my next list!!!

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Halloween Party

Thanks to @kasspasia for this prompt, this is one of the ones she shared with me, and of course thanks to the anon that sent it in. I’m pretty sure this isnt what you had in mind but I hope you enjoy! high school au, Fair warning, Aspasia does get touched against her will, it’s very mild and it’s only a few sentences but this is your heads up. Other than that enjoy.

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“I’m really not interested.” Aspasia muttered, focused on the math problem she’d been trying to solve for the past ten minutes.

“It’ll be good for you, ever since we broke up you’ve barely left the house.” Perikles said, spreading his hands imploringly. “I’m worried about you. You mothers worried about you.”

Aspasia sighed and finally turned to her friend. “Perry, I’m not interested in a Halloween party, what would I even do there?”

“Drink booze, play party games, unwind, meet a pretty girl.” He listed of, ticking each thing off on his fingers. “Oh, and eat free snacks, how can a person say no to free snacks?” Aspasia rolled her eyes but smiled. Perry had always cared about her, it’s why they lasted as long as they did. They’d been a well-known couple throughout the school, and it had shocked almost everyone when they’d heard that they’d broken up, but most were even more confused that they had stayed friends. Outwardly, they told people that it was mutual and they wanted different things. Privately however, Aspasia couldn’t stand lying anymore, she’d told him she was gay and instead of the yelling and confusion she’d expected, he’d just let out a relieved laugh and hugged her, grinning and saying “me too.”

“Fine, I’ll come, but I won’t make any promises.”

Perry grinned and clapped a hand on her shoulder. “Good! Remember it’s a costume party so you’ve got to wear a costume.”

Aspasia rolled her eyes. “Of course.”

~

The party was the next Friday, which left Aspasia plenty of time to get a costume together. Never one to do anything half assed, she decided she would go all out.

The night of the party arrived and Perikles came to pick her up, ringing the door bell and laughing when she opened the door. “I should have known you’d put as much effort into this as you do into model UN.” Aspasia graced him with a small smile and let him open the car door for her. “So why did you pick Cleopatra?” He asked, pulling out of the driveway.

“Why not?” she replied, smoothing out her dress.

He shrugged. “I just figured you’d have a reason.”

“No real reason, aside from she was powerful, regal and if I’m going to be at a party and not hide in the corner, I should dress properly.” Perry nods his approval. The drive over is silent, the radio playing softly in the background. It’s not long before Perry parks, the street already lined with cars. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Perry laughed and got out, waiting until Aspasia had as well, before locking the car and coming around and throwing his arm around her shoulders and guiding her to the right house. “You know, you could at least pretend you’re not going to spend this night miserable.”

Aspasia blew out a breath and rolled her shoulders. “You’re right, I’ll actually try to enjoy myself, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Perry smiled and opened the door, loud music and laughter immediately spilling out. “That’s the spirit! Now get in there! Get a drink and loosen up a little.”

~

More than an hour later and Aspasia found herself, nursing the same drink she’d gotten when she first walked in. The Guy who’d made it for here had gone overboard on the vodka and as a result the drink was largely vodka with a splash of fruit punch. She hadn’t been particularly social, most of the people she knew were already far too drunk to hold up a serious conversation and as a result Aspasia found herself leaning against the kitchen counter and watching a group play beer pong. One team consisted of three people, all wearing onesies. One guy was wearing a dinosaur onesie, the hood and ‘jaw’ sitting precariously on the top of his head and constantly falling in his eyes. The second was a small woman in a unicorn onesie and as far as Aspasia could tell, she was the only one getting any actual points for her team. The third woman Aspasia recognized but didn’t know personally. All she knew was her name was Kassandra and she played on the football team. She was wearing a lion onesie that was several sizes too small, the sleeves barely reached her elbows, the legs didn’t quite make it to her knees and the fabric was stretched tight across her broad shoulders, making it look like the whole thing might simply rip off at any moment.

The other team were all boys, all four dressed in Hogwarts school uniforms and smiling and gloating as they continually scored against team onesie. It was interesting to watch such a varied mix of people come together for a Halloween party. Then again, most high school kids wouldn’t say no to booze and an open invite party. The dinosaur scored against the Hogwarts kids and Aspasia took their moment of celebration to quickly drain what was in her cup, grimacing at the burn and disgusting taste of the vodka. With her cup empty, she was free to get some punch to chase the taste away. She left the beer pong table and pushed her way through the crowd to the living room where the snack and drink table was set up. The punch was most likely also alcoholic but there was very little chance it would be as strong as what she’d previously been drinking. Pouring some into her cup she worked her way to a small space against the wall where she could leave the press of people and breathe a bit easier.

Her peace only lasted a few minutes before a boy, much taller than she was invaded her space, leaning close, both hands on either side of her, caging her in. Unperturbed she glanced up to meet his gaze. He reeked of booze and when he opened his mouth to speak his slur became very obvious.

“If it isssssssn’t Aspassssssia.” He slurred, grinning in a manner he likely thought was charming. She gave him a placating smile but chose not to reply. “Hear you br-bro-b-broke up with p-p-p-Perry.” He stuttered, burping and causing Aspasia to recoil as much as she could.

“Yes, but im not looking for a new relationship right now.” She replied, eager to escape, trying to slip under his arm, only to have him pin her to the wall, one large hand planted firmly on her chest, squeezing her breast and smirking.

“I’m noooot looking for seeeerious either.” He replied, leaning in closer to whisper, his hand still on her chest and groping her. By now Aspasia had more than had enough, planting her palm flat on his chest she shoved him away… or tried to. He just let the momentum shove him to one side but he came back, pressing his whole body up against hers and leaning in to leave sloppy and wet open mouthed kisses on her neck.

“Get off!” Aspasia shouted, her voice getting lost in the noise, trying without much success to get him off. Suddenly he was yanked backwards, a startled yelp leaving him as he staggered back a few steps while someone placed themselves between her and the boy. After quickly rubbing the slobber off her neck Aspasia realized it was Kassandra, her lion onesie a very welcome sight.

“She told you to leave her alone.” She said, sounding angry, her accent all the more obvious with how low her voice was.

“Stay ooooout of iiiit!” He slurred, trying to push past her only to be shoved back once more. Kassandra tipped her head and Aspasia could only imagine the expression she was making. “fffffffuck you!” Her shouted, throwing a punch that Kassandra easily dodged before cocking her fist back and slamming it into his face, knocking him flat on his ass and clutching his face. He tried to curl up but Kassandra placed a foot on his chest, pinning him in place.

“Next time a woman says no, leave the first time, or I’ll have to keep punching you in your face.”  Kassandra said. “Now be a good boy and run on home.” She stepped back and the boy clambered back to his feet, sparing the both of them a glance before staggering away in the direction of the front door. As soon as he was out of sight Kassandra turned, her expression softening. “Aspasia yes?” She asked, coming closer to be heard over the still pumping music, yet leaving a respectful distance between them.

“Yes, It’s Kassandra isn’t it?” The taller woman nodded, unzipping her onesie and pulling her arms from the sleeves before trying them around her waist. She pulled her keys from a pocket somewhere Aspasia couldn’t see.

“You look like you’d rather be at home right now, Can I offer you a ride?” Aspasia spared a glance, trying to see if she could find Perry, but he was nowhere in sight. When she didn’t find him she looked back at Kassandra, noticing suddenly now that they were closer she had whiskers painted on her cheeks.

“Yes, please.” She replied, taking Kassandra’s hand when she offered it, letting Kassandra lead them out of the press of people, using her body to shove people aside so Aspasia could pass easily. Once outside Kassandra dropped her hand and Aspasia immediately missed the warmth, the cold October air quickly seeping in. Kassandra seemed unbothered by the cold night and walked slowly towards her car, spinning her keys around her index finger.

When they reached her car, parked a block away Aspasia was absolutely shivering, arms crossed cross her chest to try and capture some semblance of heat. Kassandra caught her teeth chattering and muttered something to herself in a language Aspasia didn’t immediately recognize. She popped the trunk and pulled her letterman jacket out, closing the trunk and hurrying over to over it to Aspasia. “Here, I know it’s not much but it’s better than nothing.”

“Thank you.” Aspasia said, around her teeth chattering, hurriedly pulling it on and doing up the snaps. She was immediately warmer, snuggling into the jacket and rubbing her hands up and down her arms. She was so pre-occupied with warming up she failed to catch the soft smile Kassandra had on as she went around to the driver’s side and unlocked the car, dropping in and waiting until Aspasia was settled in and buckled up before carefully pulling away from the curb.

“Where to?” Kassandra asked, navigating out of the neighbourhood and onto the main road. Aspasia gave her the address and Kassandra nodded, flicking the radio on at a red light, soft classical music playing through the speakers.

“Mozart?” Aspasia couldn’t stop herself from blurting out.  Kassandra spared her a glance and smirked.

“Is that a surprise?” She asked, settling back into her seat.

“Yes, you just don’t seem the type.”

“I don’t seem the type? You don’t even really know me but you know what my music tastes are?” Aspasia flushed slightly, looking out her window.

“I suppose that is an unfair judgement.” she relented, making Kassandra laugh but she didn’t say anything else.

Before she knew it they were pulling onto her street and Aspasia pointed out the right house. Kassandra parked and was getting out before Aspasia could tell her it was unnecessary. They walked up to the front door together and reluctantly Aspasia started unbuttoning the jacket Kassandra had given her. She was startled when Kassandra stopped her by covering her hand. “Don’t worry about it, you can give it back to me on Monday.”

This time Aspasia couldn’t stop the obvious blush that colored her cheeks. “If you’re certain…”

“It’s no problem. It just means I’ll have to see you again on Monday.” She winked then and bent down slightly, leaving a light kiss on the top of her head before turning and leaving, heading back down the walk, waving behind her. “See you Monday!” she called without turning around.

Still blushing Aspasia unlocked the door and let herself in. Her night had definitely taken a very unexpected turn. “Meet a pretty girl…” Perry’s voice echoed in her head then, causing Aspasia to smile and shake her head and head upstairs. Meet a pretty girl indeed.

#Kasspasia #Kassandra #Aspasia #assassin's creed odyssey #My Writing #i only modernized preikles name #HOW DO YOU MODERNIZE ASPASIA??? #you dont

[ycjins-blog]

⁓ ♡  hello lovely people !  first, let me introduce myself as the dumbest person of earth because i misspelled my own name. it’s Evy and not ivy ( someone pls kill me to relieve me from this burden aka my dumbness ) and this is my precious bean yejin ( s/o at myself for not misspelling her name but i actually did in my theme but i fixed it hah ! *cries in the distance* ). actually, at first i wanted to base her on our favourite tabasaco aka vasco from lookism, but when i started writing her bio, suddenly things got out of control. so here i am, with my dumb little child and her dumb mun, but pls love me anyway asddfgjk ! also i’ve made a super basic connection page HERE but i also listed some very wanted connections in my intro ! oh and if you’d like to plot pls LIKE this post and i’ll jump in your IMs ! <3</small>

┅ ☆ ★ ✮ ∟ ‖ kim jennie. 22. female. she/her. ‖— camp fires , flushed cheeks , expensive perfume. 」did you hear that JEON YEJIN is planning on attending the next race ?! i won’t lie, i’m pretty excited to see their BLACK KAWASAKI NINJA H2 in person. i know people say they’re really  WITTY , COMPASSIONATE & LOYAL , but don’t you think they come off way too INTERFERING  ,  INDECISIVE  &  OVER-SENSITIVE ? i hear they’re always blasting TO MY YOUTH by BOLBBAGAN4 ? oh well, they’re a member of the HELLCATS so i guess i shouldn’t complain.

tbh no one had ever expected that fate would take such strange twists and her life would turn out to be like this

growing up as the youngest of two sisters, she actually had a pretty normal childhood. nothing traumatic or any of these things.

and no, she also wasn’t that one neglected child who was overshadowed by her older sibling. quite the contrary was actually the case, and it was her who received all the attention.

yejin, was the golden child in the family. and even at school she was liked by many. 

 since she was young she had an interest in martial arts and pestered her parents to let her at least try it and so they allowed her to attempt jiu jitsu. however, this little “attempt” soon turned into more and yejin found herself training everyday for several hours.

although her parents at first wanted her to do something different, something that would fit her “soft personality” they couldn’t say no to their favourite child and even accompanied her to all kinds of different competitions.

her name became known among people in this field and her future seemed bright. but with her growing popularity there were also people who were jealous of her. and while they could not outgrow her by their own skills there were other things they could do to get rid of her. and this was probably the moment where her life started to get messy.

they didn’t go for the old-fashioned “injuring her to that point she wouldn’t be able to fight anymore” method. instead, something more sinister was growing in their minds. yejin had crushed their pride when she won against them and they wanted revenge. and with only leaving her injured, she’d still be remembered as someone to look up. they wanted to ruin her, ruin her to that point that no one would even look at her anymore. 

(because i’m too tired to write that all out i’m getting straight to the point ) they tried to pin a murder on her and they were successful.

suddenly, everyone who once adored her, hated her. and the adoration in their eyes turned to disgust. the people truly believed she was guilty and the people who did this to her were smart enough to make all the evidence point at her.

of course, yejin insisted on being innocent because she was. but after some time even her friends turned her back on her.

so with no one really helping her out, she was just handed in like that. and the judge declared her for guilty and she was send to prison.

there she remained for two years and when got out at the age of 21, when her case was reinvestigated and she was proven to be innocent.

still, a little naive as she was she could just continue with her life as it was, but oh boy she was wrong.

not only, did everyone else still saw her as a murderer, making it impossible to her to ever return to her old life and continue her career as an athlete, but also her parents turned her back on her.

the image of the golden child was long gone and they were embarrassed of her. they didn’t want their neighbours to talk about them and treated yejin as if she was never a part of their family to begin with. they didn’t care abouther anymore. she wasn’t perfect to them anymore. just a damaged good, too bothersome to repair.

her sister, which whom she didn’t have the best relationship to begin with, was happy about the attention their parents finally gave and yejin couldn’t blame her.

so here she was. with nowhere to go and keeping herself with part time jobs and some savings alive.

she was alone. and she hated it. she was always bad at handling loneliness and this time she really was lonely.

it wasn’t until a member ( WANTED CONNECTION ?? ) of the hellcats approached her. and as desperate she was she did join them. and despite of everything she started to see them as their family. a family that wouldn’t neglect her like her own just because people would spread lies about her.

while, she doesn’t agree with everything ( well, actually like 90 %)  the hellcats do, yejin is still holding onto them. they’re the only thing she has and she turns a blind eye to the things they do. after all, they saved her so to her and if they were bad people they wouldn’t have done that. or at  least that’s what she thinks. 

personality and headcanons

truth to be told, yejin isn’t cut out to be a member of a gang. she’s too soft around the edges and perhaps the only thing that makes her suitable are her fighting skills and nothing more. 

she knows that some people actually have already figured that out. and behind the rather distant and cool facade she likes to hide behind, is actually just a lost person desperately clinging to something like a family. 

yes, yejin is that type of person who will cry at movies when she is watching them alone but as soon as someone is with her, she’ll pretend she’s tougher than she is , which causes her to sometimes find herself in difficult situations just because she wanted to prove someone wrong ( although they were right) 

being more on the soft side, yejin always tries to understand where others are coming from, no matter what they’ve done. being accused of something she didn’t do, yejin learned to give always others the benefit of the doubt. something that might essentially be good if there weren’t others who’d make use of that trait. 

while yejin isn’t the perfect match or someone one would describe as suitable for that life, she’s loyal to the bone. no, she won’t instantly beat you up when you utter something bad about the hellcats, because jiu jitsu isn’t meant to attack ( at least that is what her teacher liked to remind her of ), but being short-tempered as she is, a little provocation will make her ignore these words.

perhaps, it’s just her curious nature or perhaps she’s just straight up annoying, but yejin likes to meddle with other people businesses. she’s the that friend who always wants to know what’s going on, even if you aren’t that close and it happens often that she’d just take matters in her own hands because she “just wanted to help out”. 

she doesn’t participate in races because tbh she doesn’t care much about them, and also she has a bike (which she has stolen from her father btw, after she found out that her family abandoned her )  so she can’t do it anyway.

she’s part of the security

wanted connections

a best friend: someone who always stood by her side, even after everything that happened to her. or perhaps someone she met later in the gang and both immediately hit off. 

used to be best friends but grew apart because something bad happened between them ???

childhood friends that either still are close or have grown apart and coincidentally meet again

the person who introduced her to the hellcats: basically someone she’ll always be thankful to. they don’t necessarily have to be friends, but whatever the other person might feel about her yejin will still adore them and do everything for them because she thinks the owes something to them. ( jiwan )

“siblings” they treat each other like family and have a sibling like relationship. where they see yejin as the older/younger sister ( doyeon )

someone who was related to the victim of the said murderer: they might still believe it was yejin and might revenge that person’s death. or they might believe yejin and it’s awkward between them, or one of them tries to make up to the other. 

someone who is always causing trouble and because yejin is part of the security she always has to deal with them. perhaps they might just do it beause they want to annoy her or bored or whatever shndssdn

messy exes pls?? perhaps they were a couple before the whole prison fiasco (why does this sound so funny to me?? ) and they broke up with her because of that. or yejin broke up with them bcs she felt bad for them and didn’t want her reputation to to also harm theirs. (minsu)

exes that still have feelings for each other but DRAMA and angSt???

AnYTHinG AnGstY ANYTHING!!!

#tempointro #tw murder #this is messy bhfsdknsdn #and i'm tired so i will head to bed after i posted this hjdsnsdj #also enjoy this cute jennie gif i'm soft dsndsd #and yeah only i'm so dumb to misspell my own friggin name fhsdnsfdbshknd #i gave her a bike bcs i have like no clue about cars and i even know less about bikes but i love them and they're cute and fun lmao

[inyournightmares97]

FriendswithBenefits!au Jaebum

“You’re a doctor, so you must not have a boyfriend. You’re too busy.”

You sighed as you watched the handsome soldier attempt to flirt with the pretty female doctor on your tiny laptop screen. The drama was cheesy as hell, but this particular diaolgue caught your attention.

The scriptwriter had probably intended it as a pick-up line, but no.

You’re a doctor so you must not have a boyfriend was the story of your life. You were a resident in emergency medicine at one of the biggest hospitals in the city. Sleep was a luxury. Dating was a pipe dream at best. You had seen too many of your fellow residents try and fail to have a relationship during their residency, to think that you could pull it off.

“You on night duty today?” one of the nurses asked as he entered the break room and smiled at you. Youngjae was the sweetest male nurse around, and you had heard patients saying that his laugh was enough to heal them . He was a little too loud for your taste, but even you admitted he was an angel.

“I’m not, for once,” you said with a relieved sigh. You pressed mute on the drama and picked up your sandwich. “I’m clocking out at 9 pm sharp.”

Youngjae grinned. “Going to meet a guy?”

You simply shrugged. Admittedly, you were thinking of calling Jaebum. It had been a while since you’d seen him, and the thought of his warm hands and broad shoulders excited you. Im Jaebum was undoubtedly the best sex you ever had. And it helped that he was never too busy to come over whenever you called.

Truth be told, you had never imagined yourself in a friends-with-benefits relationship. It had always been exclusive-or-nothing.

But Im Jaebum had showed you in an empty room in the corner of one of Jackson’s parties that he could make you feel things your vibrator couldn’t. Suddenly, that little piece of plastic didn’t do it anymore. You loved the way Jaebum kissed your skin, you loved his strong arms enveloping you as you fell asleep. You loved the soft, sleepy smile he gave you in the mornings as he watched you get dressed and leave for work.

Okay, so maybe you liked more than just the sex. But that wasn’t an option. You’d made it very clear to Jaebum from the start that you couldn’t date for real. You didn’t have the time to date and you couldn’t deal with the emotional instability that would come with a relationship. Jaebum had understood. He was smart and mature, the sort of guy who said very little but listened to your every word.

“Do you have a date?” you asked, watching Youngjae smile to himself as he texted somebody on his phone.

“Huh? No, no. Jackson and I set up one of our friends on a blind date last week. It must have gone well because apparently he’s seeing her again tonight.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Ah, it’s so annoying when other people find love and we’re just sitting here.”

Youngjae nodded. “Yup, it’s pretty much a success because this guy’s been lonely as hell for a long time. Do you remember Jaebum, by any chance? From Jackson’s birthday party last year?”

You froze. The same birthday party where I had hot sex with him on Jackson’s sheets? But of course, you weren’t going to say that. Nobody knew about the ‘friendship’ you and Jaebum had. Jaebum didn’t want his friends knowing about his sex life and you’d rather not watch Youngjae and Jackson tell every single person in the ER that you were screwing their friend.

“I… I think I remember him.”

“Yeah, he’s the one we set up on the date. We hooked him up with one of the cute receptionists from the clinic.”

You couldn’t supress the burst of jealousy that hit you. Jaebum was going out on dates with other women? You hated the sound of it. You hated the idea of him with one of those ditzy receptionists. You weren’t sure if it was because he could go and date whoever he wanted while you were stuck in the hospital, or whether it was something more than that.

“He doesn’t usually date?” you found yourself asking

“Not in the last year. We thought he might have had a secret girlfriend because we found some hairclips in his room. But I guess not, since the blind dating thing is going well.”

You reached up subconsciously to touch the hairclips that you used to pin your hair up while on duty. Jaebum loved taking them off your hair and you’d lost too many to count in the last few months.

Was this the first time he’d dated since the two of you had begun your arrangement?

A horrible thought struck you.

If things went well with this girl… would he stop seeing you?

“I hope he took her someplace nice,” you prodded carefully, waiting for Youngjae to reveal more information.

“Hmm, Jackson told him to take her to that Italian restaurant near the bridge.” Youngjae glanced up at the clock and frowned. “Hey, isn’t your shift over? It’s already 9!”

You forced a smile and nodded. “Yup. I was just leaving”

You didn’t even think much about what you were doing. You just naturally found yourself driving towards the restaurant that Jaebum was having his date in. You weren't sure what you would do when you got there. You just had to see it with your own eyes.

And there Jaebum was. Sitting at a corner table near the window, across from one of the pretty receptionists who had probably left work early just for the date.

If you left work early for a date, people would die.

You took a deep breath and parked your car across the road. You could still see them out of the corner of your eye: him in a light blue button down shirt and with his hair down. Your heartbeat thudded fast as you watched them smile at each other.

Does he like her more than me?

The question wouldn’t leave your mind. You just had to know. Taking a deep breath, you pulled out your phone and called him. What would he do if you asked to come over? Would he tell you that he was on a date?

You watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the caller ID. He said something to his date, who smiled and nodded. Jaebum stood up and moved out of your vision, away from the table and the window.

“Hi, doctor,” he answered lightly.

Your heart skipped a beat. You had always loved his deep voice and calm tone. “Hey. Are you busy? I’m sorry for calling all of a sudden.”

Jaebum sounded amused. “When do you ever call with notice?”

You suddenly felt bad. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. It’s just… I don’t have a night shift today and I just got off work so I was wondering if you’re busy. Maybe I could come over?”

Your heartbeat thudded as you waited for his reaponse.

“I’m not at home right now,” he admitted.

You felt your heart sink. “Right. Never mind. I thought you might be busy-”

Jaebum spoke hurriedly. “No, no, it’s okay. I’m just driving home now so it’ll take me like half and hour. You can let yourself in if you get there before me.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ll text you my security system passcode. Just let yourself in.”

“O-okay.”

You hung up the phone as you watched Jaebum rush back to his date. He was saying something to her urgently and she looked shocked and concerned. You watched with a heavy heart as Jaebum grabbed his jacket and rushed out of the restaurant, fumbling for his car keys.

To see you.

He walked out of that date to see you.

Nobody does that.

The thought wouldn’t leave your mind as you drove to his house. It didn’t leave your mind when Jaebum greeted you at the door with a warm smile and a gentle kiss. It didn’t leave your mind as the two of you tumbled into bed together, the action feeling too comfortable and too familiar to you.

“Are you okay? You seem distracted.”

Jaebum’s fingers were stroking your arm gently as you both cuddled together on the bed. Your cheek was pressed against his bare shoulder and you took a deep breath as you inhaled his familiar scent.

“I know you had a date tonight.”

Jaebum’s fingers froze. “What?”

“Youngjae mentioned it. And I saw you. I was outside the restaurant when I called.” You looked up at his startled face and blurted out what was on your mind. “Jaebum, you walked out of a date because I called.”

He was silent for a long moment.

You sat up slightly and looked up at him. “Jaebum…. answer me.”

He gave you a forced smile. “Answer what? You didn’t ask me a question. You already know I left the date for you. I wanted to see you.”

You felt your stomach churn. He wasn’t supposed to be doing things like that for you. You weren’t his girlfriend. You both were just sex buddies. You took a deep breath and finally asked the question that had been on your mind all night.

“Do you love me?”

Jaebum took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. His arm around you was still, and you noticed that he was avoiding eye contaxt with you. When he spoke, his voice sounded tired. “You don’t want me to answer that.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Yes, I do.”

“Don’t. Just leave it, let’s not talk about-”

“Jaebum.”

“Yes, I love you,” he replied. He looked down at you and you were shocked by the gentleness in his eyes. Jaebum lifted a hand to gently stroke your hair out of your face. “But that doesn’t change anything. I’ll give you whatever you want. I know you’re busy and you don’t want to be in a relationship right now.”

You had no idea what he was saying. “That’s not the point, if you have feelings for me-”

“My feelings shouldn’t matter to you. I wasn’t going to tell you about them until your residency was over. I’ll wait until then. I’ll wait until you have the time and freedom to see me properly.”

“But… how can I… knowing that it’s more than this to you, I…”

He leaned down and kissed you gently. Your lips lingered against his and your eyes widened as he gave you a gentle smile.

“Because you came running to the restaurant the moment you heard I had a date. You care about me more than you realize.”

Your face flushed red. “What? No-”

He chuckled. “I get it. You don’t want to deal with these feelings right now. You want to focus on your career. That’s fine with me. I’ll wait, baby.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” you whispered.

“I want to. For you.”

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A/N: omg, the happy ending on this one was so forced, I was majorly tempted to take this down an angsty route about halfway through. I stg, you guys better specify happy endings whenever you request because my instinct always takes me to angst.

Send me more drabble requests! I think I’ll just do them for a couple of days longer. Once I get my laptop back, it’s going to be full focus on the Firework series.

P.s the opening line is from Descendants of the Sun. (Ahhh, that drama is such guilty pleasure, I love it!!)

#got7 #im jaebum #jaebum drabbles #jaebum scenarios #got7 drabble #friendswithbenefits!au

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have the events of the recent chapters produced any new hilmes x zandeh headcanons for you? im just like THEY TOUCHED AGAIN

Ugh, I cannot cope with how much Zandeh adores Hilmes.

(I’ll get to some headcanons at the end of this post but your ask sparked some meta, I hope you don’t mind!)

(…read on for discussion of why Hilmes chooses Zandeh rather than Sam to enter Zabul alongside him, why pyrophobia is the lesser of two problems brought to light in the mask removal scene, and some comparison and contrast of Hilmes and Arslan and their current positions)

Zandeh is a character of absolutes and he’s pinned everything on serving Hilmes; his dead father’s honour rests on seeing Hilmes become the king of Pars. He won’t allow anyone to question that, mostly because he would rather vehemently deny the possibility that his father was wrong than confront the truth. He’s really a very different character to Sam, and so it’s of no surprise that he plunged into service of Hilmes with complete devotion.

I think it’s precisely that difference that explains why Hilmes chooses Zandeh, rather than the much more experienced Sam, to enter Zabul and fight by his side (and fuck, I’m so excited for this).

Hilmes is astute enough to both realise that Sam has experienced some internal conflict in choosing to side with him, and to know that now that Sam has made his choice, he won’t switch loyalties again. But in this chapter, to hear Sam refer to Arslan as ‘His Highness Arslan’ clearly galls him, especially as it comes right after Zandeh brings news of Arslan’s success in raising an army. In contrast, Zandeh uses derogatory language to refer to Arslan, and has had to be reprimanded in the past for referring to Hilmes as ‘Your Highness’ and using his real name even when it’s not appropriate.

Zandeh, unwavering in his belief that Hilmes is the only rightful king, would never have made such a slip. But although it earns Sam an ill-tempered rebuke, that alone is not enough to influence a change in strategy.

What Hilmes is trying to do in this chapter is to conquer his fear of fire, but he’s trying to do it by ignoring the effect it has on him, which is why I worry that it might not go so well (contrast that with Arslan, who in this same chapter openly admits to his weaknesses, such as his inexperience, and who has previously opened up about his doubts about himself). The fact that Sam’s strategy for taking Zabul, while undeniably well planned, includes a concession to the fear Hilmes now believes he must overcome in order to prove himself is, in my opinion, a large part of why he decides to take Zandeh with him. Zandeh is also far more likely to accept that decision without concerns. I mean, look at how eager he is to be called upon to fight with Hilmes.

Is Hilmes truly going to be able to overcome his deep-seated fear of fire? I don’t think he will be able to do so completely, both because his reaction to flames is so severe and because he’s only really part of the way there in terms of his thought process. He is secure in his identity as the true prince, but while so many shardaran and troops flock towards Peshawar to validate Arslan’s claim and join the army he is raising, Hilmes has very few people around him who know who he really is. The fact that he removed his mask here signifies that he has identified that something is holding him back, but even though removing his mask is a step along the right path, his realisation falls short of what I see as the logical and uncomfortable conclusion.

By this point the actions he has taken in pursuit of revenge have already come at great cost to the people of Pars, and that cannot be undone any more than his burn scar can be erased. That raises the question, is it even possible for Hilmes at this point to become a good ruler? His aims, unlike Arslan’s, revolve around taking his revenge and becoming king, with little evidence of plans for what comes after and little regard for country he hopes to rule. These actions and their consequences are the real problem, not his fear of fire.

Arslan is able to gain followers largely thanks to his genuine and open nature. He acts as his true self. Hilmes cannot do the same. Removing his mask is not an insignificant step for him, but he is only able to do it in the presence of Sam and Zandeh. To all but a handful of people, he is not Prince Hilmes, rightful heir to the throne, but ‘Lord Silvermask,’ a masked Parsian who is working for the Lusitanians. He cannot hope to win support as Arslan does because he can’t reveal his true identity, and he is stuck in this position by his own doing. He sees his actions as justified, and therefore despite his frustration views the growing support for Arslan as a further injustice. He correctly identifies his mask wearing as being related to how he is lacking, but incorrectly attributes the problem to his fear of fire, rather than his inability to be open about his identity.

At the same time, it’s not surprising that Hilmes wants to be a part of the action inside Zabul, since it’s about all he can do to assuage his irritation at hearing of the progress Arslan is making while he and his followers are stuck waiting outside a fortress. He may not be able to reveal himself to all of Pars and raise an army, but if he faces his fear of fire he can lead his forces in battle with a valor that befits the Shah of Pars, and take command of Zabul Fortress, and that’s something, at least.

…as far as Zandeh/Hilmes headcanons go, these aren’t all that new but let me share them anyway.

1. Zandeh loves using Hilmes’s real name and title and does so at every chance he gets when the two of them are alone. Hilmes is fond of hearing it especially when they are, um, being intimate.

2. Back when Hilmes infiltrated Peshawar to speak to Bahman and then ended up taking a dip in the moat, when he returned to camp alone all wet and cold after having clearly been in a fight, Zandeh had to warm him up (because, y’know, it’s not like they can use a fire).

3. This one’s more of a theory than a headcanon, and I’ll probably elaborate on it soon. Zandeh knew about Hilmes even before the battle of Atropatene, and he was the only person Kharlan trusted enough to tell. He was loyal to Hilmes long before he came face to face with him in person, but sadly only arrived at the capital after Kharlan had been killed.

That’s it for now!

Thanks so much for this ask, anon, I had a lot of fun!

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #zandeh #hilmes #sam #long post #well done hilmes #you shot yourself in the foot by sacrificing pars for your revenge #every time hilmes and zandeh touch i feel a weakness in my chest #yeah let me just stick the ship headcanons right under the serious meta #please send me your headcanons for them too?

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Cirque de Bangtan (j.jk x p.jm) part 2

⇓ Ship: Jeongguk x Jimin

⇓ Genre: Series, Non-idol! AU, Enemies to Lovers, Supernatural AU, Circus AU, Eventual Smut

⇓ Summary: Jeongguk recently moved from Busan to big city Seoul. His parents kicked him out. Something about “You’re 22 and still living with your parents. Get the hell out and get a damn job!”

He couldn’t hear them as he was two steps ahead of them by packing up his bags and slamming the door in their faces. Every interview he got, he never heard back from them. Most of his days were spent just trying to find somewhere to rest his head and drown his sorrows. Life is hard when things aren’t spoon-fed to you as Jeongguk comes to realize.

Now he’s all by his lonesome. Luckily for him, he finds a flyer. A potential job. A circus job yes, but he was desperate for any sort of payment. Little did he know, life as he knew it was about to get a whole lot more interesting... Werewolves. Vampires. Clowns. Not even God could prepare Jeongguk for the complete turnaround on his once normal lifestyle.

⇓ Word ct.: 3.9k

⇓ Warnings: cussing, pg-13

⇓ Chapter 1

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Jeongguk was woken up by his alarm he set for himself at an ungodly—6:00 pm—hour. He wanted to get a head start for the new job that he had to be there for at 8:00 pm for his first opening performance. 

His new job. 

Those three words were still new to him. He couldn’t believe that in a few hours, he would be working his first shift. Doing something he was already doing, granted. But baby steps. Now he was getting paid real money. Or so he hoped. 

With newfound motivation in his steps, he cleaned himself up, parted his hair to the side, put on some black tight-fitting jeans along with a black graphic T-shirt, and was on his way out the door. He greeted the very nice and cute receptionist, Lalisa, on his way out. Her auburn bangs covered her luscious eyebrows while the rest of her hair was in a professional bun. 

Lisa, as he likes to call her, was Jeongguk’s first friend outside of the ones his father forced him to keep in touch with. Big names like Kim Jennie and Mark Lee whose families worked together with the Jeons, hence why they wanted their kids to stay in touch if something were to ever happen to their successful businesses. It was always business first and family second with big names like theirs. 

But Lisa was different. She was a foreigner. Her family started this hotel business when they got to Korea and prided themselves on bringing their Thai traditions of hospitality to Seoul and many other parts of South Korea. She grew up in the hospitality business and therefore knew how to comfort a lost soul like Jeongguk’s. She was the first person he ever spoke to that didn’t know about him, his name, his family, anything like that, and therefore he began to enlighten her about himself. It didn’t hurt his pride because, at that point in his life, he didn’t have any pride left. 

“You look like you’ve got somewhere to be, huh?” She grinned. 

Jeongguk stopped and walked up to her desk, giving her the same closed smile she cast his way. “Yeah. I finally got a job! Can you believe it?” 

Shaking her head, she shrugged. “Can’t say that I do, Mr. Jeon, but if you say so...” She dragged until an idea came to mind. “Where do you work? Maybe I can end my shift early and drive you there if you want.” 

Jeongguk froze. He didn’t want Lisa to find out he worked at a circus. His pride was finally kicking off and having Lisa drive him to his job would only knock it right back down again. He couldn’t afford that. Maybe some other time when he sees just how well they pay him. But he had to make up some sort of excuse that she would buy. 

He shook his head. “Oh, I don’t think you have to drive me there. It’s only a fifteen-minute walk from here. I think I can manage. Thank you though.” 

“Of course! Just be back here at a reasonable time tonight. Clients were a little upset to hear you and whatever company you brought over outside their door at 1 am. I don’t feel like vouching for you again.” 

Company? Jeongguk remembered that Jimin walked him home the other night, and not out of the kindness of his heart. He wondered if Jimin even had a heart with the way he argued to Jimin about having a hotel being his permanent residence instead of an actual apartment. He kept rambling on about his poor life decisions as if he knew the shit he went through. He didn’t know a damn thing. He slammed the door on his face when he heard enough. Note to self: Don’t force Park Jimin to take you home. 

“This is where you live?” 

They just arrived at Jeongguk’s hotel room. Odd, Jeongguk thought since he quite vividly remembers Jimin saying that once they get to his block, he’s going home. Now he was standing right outside his place. Great. Maybe he won’t try and murder him in his sleep if he fucks up a performance, Jeongguk hoped. Despite the mental image of Jimin using a knife to slit his throat and laughing manically, Jeongguk still kept a level head. Getting the keycard out of his pocket, Jeongguk nonchalantly said, “It is. Problem?” 

“Uh, yeah.” Jimin scoffed. “Why the fuck do you not live in an apartment like every other sane person?” 

Jeongguk turned his attention toward the older man. He looked him up and down to see if he was seriously judging his lifestyle right now and sure enough, based on how deadly serious he looked, he wasn’t joking. “Who the fuck are you to judge?” 

“Aren’t you a Jeon? You couldn’t have gone for a penthouse—” 

Oh no. He played the family name card. Wrong move. Jeongguk pushed Jimin to the nearby wall and pinned him there. “Listen here, asshole. Yes, I’m a fucking Jeon. I’m Jeon Jeongguk. And I bought this hotel room because I didn’t feel like putting an even bigger dent in my pocket than I already have. But don’t think that because of my last name that I’m loaded. I wouldn’t need this stupid fucking job anyway—” 

Jimin heard just about enough. Before he could insult his job, Jimin pushed Jeongguk back to his door, making a loud thud sound. Probably the noise the neighbors were complaining about to Lisa. Growling, Jimin locked eyes with the younger man—who was, unfortunately, taller than him and therefore had to look up to see him but that didn’t stop the sheer dominance he radiated off his body—and said, “Choose your next words very carefully, little one. I see now why your parents set you free on your own, brat. Now before I do something I may regret, I’m going to say this once and only once: Insult the circus or anyone working in Cirque de Bangtan, I will make your life even worse than it already is. You may have money, but I have claws. And trust me, they work a hell of a lot better than money.” 

Jimin lets go of Jeongguk, who could hardly breathe even after being let go of. He’s gotten death threats on Overwatch before. But nothing like this. And no one like him. He was truly terrified. He dared ask what he meant by claws. Real claws? No way, werewolves don’t exist. But could they? He’s starting to think that they could. 

Regardless, Jeongguk mustered up whatever courage he had left to let himself in his hotel room, slamming the door shut in fear that Jimin would try something. But to his surprise, Jimin didn’t kick down his door and slit his throat. Instead, he sighed and said, “Don’t be late tomorrow night. You’ve got the 8-10 shift.” 

Jeongguk didn’t reply, too afraid that his voice might reflect how scared he was. He heard Jimin’s footsteps echoing down the hallway back to the elevator. Finally, he was gone. He breathed a sigh of relief. 

There’s no way he signed up for this kind of job, right? It's not even Day 1 and he’s already gotten a death threat from his coworker. He felt a lump grow in his throat as he struggled to swallow it down. How the hell was he supposed to work with these people? He’s nothing like them. 

The fight that he and Jimin had made Jeongguk go to bed a little earlier than he would’ve liked to. He needed his wet dreams about Lee Jieun. Only they would make up for the shitty night he had. And lucky they did. Otherwise, he would’ve never had the determination to go back to that circus job. 

After reliving that horrible night in his head, he returned to planet Earth to give Lisa reassurance that he would never come home with Park Jimin ever again. “Yes ma’am.” He waved her goodbye as he left the hotel. 

“Good.” 

-- 

“Nice work, Jimin. You need some water?” Jimin’s best friend, Kim Taehyung, the clairvoyant vampire, asked him as Jimin came back from his performance of jumping through rings of fire in his wolf form. He nodded, to which Taehyung handed him a cold one from underneath his table.  

The thrill of the crowd could be heard from possibly miles away and that wasn’t just because of Taehyung’s supernatural ability to hear even the slightest sound was exaggerating it. Jimin’s performance was arguably the one that brought in the most money for Cirque de Bangtan. No one questioned the existence of a werewolf. They’ve read enough Twilight to accept that they do exist. The only person who doesn’t know because he—along with his also sheltered friends—was shielded from these kinds of creatures is Jeongguk. 

Taehyung’s shift already ended about thirty minutes ago when he predicted the futures of possibly ten people. That’s ten more people than the previous night, so there’s progress there. Were they right? Only the future (and Taehyung) knows for sure. Sometimes he told them what they wanted to hear. Other times he would tell the truth only if it was beneficial to them. And still, he found that he was paid more whenever he lied. Humans are so weird. Glad he was never one of them. 

Jimin looked at his phone. Seven o’clock. Newbie’s shift would be starting soon. Only one problem: he didn’t smell Jeongguk anywhere. Meaning that either he got cold feet and quit his job before he could even arrive. Or he got mobbed by rogue wolves. He prayed for the former since Namjoon would kill him otherwise for not making sure he was safe. It was Namjoon’s voice at the back of his head that stopped Jimin from busting Jeongguk’s door open and teaching that brat some respect last night. And it’s currently that same man’s voice telling him to go look for him. I fucking hate you, Kim Namjoon. Get out of my goddamn head already. 

“Worried about a certain someone?” Taehyung prodded. Of course, he knew the answer to this due to his clairvoyance. But it never hurt to ask. 

He growled in irritation, appalled that Taehyung would even suggest that he was worried about that stubborn brat. “No. I’m worried about myself being ripped to shreds by a certain someone because I didn’t do my job.” 

Crossing his arms, Taehyung felt like being a bit more a bother to his friend than usual. So, he kept poking at the wolf. “Really? Seems to me like you are.” 

“Now isn’t the time for jokes, Tae. You do know that—” 

“Ko Ko Bop is in town? Or to be more specific will be in town? They aren’t here now, but they will be in due time. I’m thinking in about two weeks. Care to bet with me?” 

It’s always a game with someone like Taehyung. He knows the outcomes, so why even bother with being serious. He told Seokjin and Namjoon yesterday about the predictions, but he left out the future tense of will be, which prompted Namjoon to recruit Jeongguk quicker than he would’ve liked. Namjoon would’ve liked for Jeongguk to find out about Cirque de Bangtan the natural way of just stumbling upon it or a friend bringing him here and him liking it so much that he would end up working for them. Not end up hearing about it via a flyer. But no matter because Jeongguk had accepted. Now it was a matter of time until they would become the number one circus in the whole world as they so rightfully deserve. 

Jimin huffed at the mischievous vampire, giving into his gambling. He doesn’t know why he indulges in this behavior. But he does know that no other member could handle it. Hence why he and Taehyung make a great duo.  “I’d say a week.” 

“Good. And what does the winner get?” 

“A get-out-of-jail-free card.” 

Taehyung rolled his eyes in boredom. “Come on, man. You can’t be serious.” 

Jimin crossed his arms, a smile playing across his face. “Oh, but I am. You never know when you need someone to bail you out. What if you accidentally kill someone from drinking too much from them? Then what? Who else is gonna put up with you? Because let me tell you, that’s a full-time job, mister.” 

Taehyung gasped in shock and put a hand to his heart to display—dramatically—how hurt he was that Jimin would say that. “How dare you! I have not overdrunk in years! I know how to control myself, unlike some people...” 

Jimin scoffed. “And what are you implying?” 

“Oh, don’t think I forgot about how hungry you were that you got rid of the last recruit before he made it to the door,” Taehyung sassed. “Let’s hope this recruit will be able to perform before you sink your teeth into him, hmm?” 

And at the mention of the recruit, Jimin finally caught his scent. It was hard to miss. Did he put on cologne? His scent was usually softer than what he was smelled of. Whatever. He was here now, meaning he hadn’t gotten mauled by wolves and Jimin can live another night. 

Noticing that Jimin didn’t hit him with another snarky remark, he knew that he had other things on his mind, making the vampire smirk. He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, prompting him to leave his tent. “Go get ‘em, tiger.” 

Before Jimin could respond to him, he was pushed out of Taehyung’s tent and right into Jeongguk’s built chest. Fuck, was he that much taller than him? That’s a thought he had put to the side for now. While Jeongguk was apologizing profusely, Jimin couldn’t care less. Right now, he had to show Jeongguk to the performance tent where he would be putting on his first show. 

“Took you long enough, brat. Let’s get you ready. Follow me.” 

-- 

Jeongguk was led to a tent near the bigger one in the center by Jimin. It took him a few more minutes than expected to get to the circus. To be fair, if he didn’t see the big crowd that was leaving the circus, he would’ve lost his way there and miss his first performance and probably lose his job. He could’ve used his phone. If it wasn’t for the fact that he didn’t charge it while he was sleeping last night. Too freaked out by Jimin, he needed an ample amount of YouTube and Pornhub to get his mind off him and drift peacefully to sleep. But now here he was, right next to where his nightmares began. 

Jimin pushed Jeongguk inside the tent. “You have ten minutes to put on something in there. Don’t worry; we washed everything before you came today. When you’re done, come on out.” 

“Yessir,” Jeongguk exclaimed to Jimin. He looked around the tent and the many drawers and closets within. His eyes fell to the darker wooden closet. He opened it and found the outfit of the night. A black glittering tuxedo with dark purple stripes and a white dress shirt with black buttons. Oh yeah, this was an outfit for the one and only Jeon Jeongguk to rock. He even found shoes that fit him surprisingly well since he never told them his shoe size. Maybe they had another member that coincidentally had the same shoe size as him. That would have to be his best bet for now because Jimin was an impatient man. 

His back turned to the wall of the tent while humming to himself, he didn’t hear Jimin opening the flap to give Jeongguk a five-minute warning. Jimin caught the sight of Jeongguk’s bare toned golden back. He works out? Because goddamn does it show. It was only a glimpse but Jimin so desperately wishes he had the power to reverse time to see it again and again. Or perhaps the power to stop time altogether and snap a picture for his pleasure. 

Wait a sec. 

His pleasure? 

No way. 

There’s no way he’s falling for this brat. He would kill himself twice if that was the case. He ducked out before Jeongguk turned back around. Maybe his wolf is acting up because his heat is coming soon. He hated it so much because he would have to take the whole week off so that he wouldn’t kill the customers. He didn’t like leaving the circus since his performance draws in the most attention and therefore the most money. But alas, he can’t control his wolf during times like those, so he was helpless to change that fact. It’s moments like these that make him regret becoming this hairy creature. 

Meanwhile, Jeongguk put on the finishing piece of a sparkling purple bow tie and matching top hat. He looked like a circus freak. Like one of those ringleaders, he thought. Oh well, couldn’t get any more embarrassing from here on out. 

He went outside to greet Jimin, unaware of the peeping Tom and what he witnessed in the dressing tent. Jimin continued as if he didn’t see what he saw and felt whatever it was he did. Leading the boy to the back entrance of the main tent. The audience was chatting rather loudly, waiting for their next form of entertainment to grace their presence. In that domineering voice that made Jeongguk shrink into his shoes, he leaned forward to Jeongguk’s ear. “Don’t mess this up, little one.” 

Somehow, Jeongguk was able to respond to Jimin despite the tone of voice Jimin spoke to him with that would usually render him speechless. In fact, with that same cockiness that he was born and raised with. “Wasn’t planning on it.” 

Jeongguk stepped into the tent, silencing the crowd. Immediately, the speakers blared with a voice that resembled that of that Kim Seokjin fellow he remembered meeting yesterday. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our newest member of Cirque de Bangtan, The Top Hat Singer!” 

The Top Hat Singer? Why that name of all names for him? Whatever. He’ll have to change his stage name eventually. For now, he needed to provide to the audience the “Singer” part of his newfound name. And boy, did he intend to. 

The lights went out for a split second, only to return with all lights on Jeongguk. He gulped, realizing that singing in acapella would have to do for his first performance. He could’ve gotten away with just singing “FOOLS” again. But he wanted to prove that he was versatile enough to sing other songs. So, he went with “2U”. Based on how Seokjin was the announcer, he would surely be listening to his song. Maybe that could change his opinion on having a singer as a performer in a circus. If he was able to woo the crowd that was. 

But judging by how they were swaying along with his voice, he had a feeling that he was doing a better job than both he and Seokjin thought he would. It was Jimin however, who knew that the brat had a pair of good lungs on him and never doubted him for a second, hence why he lingered to listen to his voice for a few more minutes before he left. After all, he’s been watching him since the beginning. Although he still wishes that it was him up there singing a duet with the boy, he pushes those feelings aside, choosing instead to go back to his tent. His work for the day was done. Including his overtime with Jeongguk. 

When Jeongguk’s performance ended, the crowd was in an uproar, demanding an encore, despite Jeongguk singing nonstop song after song. He felted empowered. Like he could get used to this attention. He took his bow and picked up the flowers and money the audience threw his way. The speakers went off again with Kim Namjoon as the speaker this time. “As much as The Top Hat Singer would love to sing for you all for the rest of the night, the circus is closing soon. He will be back tomorrow and on behalf of Cirque de Bangtan, we hope you also return. Have a wonderful night, ladies and gentlemen.” 

It was almost sad to hear the audience sighs of disappointment, but the sound of them cheering for Jeongguk to continue drowned out all those negative feelings. This is the attention he needed. Not because of his family’s wealth or their talents. But because of his talents. Now that he had experienced it, there was no way he was letting this job go. 

“He’s hooked,” Seokjin pointed out to Namjoon. 

Namjoon looked at that light in Jeongguk’s eyes. He truly enjoyed his first performance. He inclined his head. “So, should we tell him?” 

Seokjin shrugged. “You’re the leader, Namjoon. It’s your call.” 

“Hmm...” Namjoon hummed to himself, trying to debate whether or not to drop the bomb on Jeongguk. Then he makes up his mind. “We tell him tomorrow night.” 

Seokjin exhaled like he was exhausted already. “Oh boy. I’ll need a bottle of soju. I can tell that he won’t take it well. With him being a Jeon and all.” 

They both laughed at each other, but quickly silencing themselves and leaving the tent when Jeongguk turned around to try and figure out where that laughter came from. He couldn’t find them, so he picked up his money and flowers and headed off to the dressing tent to change back his clothes. 

In the dressing tent, he was met by the card dealer of the group, Jeong Hoseok. Wearing a red shimmering suit with a black dress shirt and matching red shoes. He even had on shades despite it being pitch black out here. He looked Jeongguk up and down and cocked his head to the side. “Are you new here or something because I’ve never seen a face like yourself.” 

Jeongguk nodded. “Just did my first singing performance not too long ago.” 

“Ah, so that was your performance,” Hoseok said, taking off his shades. “Thought it was Jimin doing overtime. Only he could get the crowd that riled up. Glad to know that he has an equal. Maybe even his superior.” He winked at that last part which made Jeongguk’s cheeks flush a shade of red he never thought he could until now. 

Hoseok held a hand out for Jeongguk to shake. “Name’s Jeong Hoseok. I’m the card dealer and the opening performer for the circus.” 

Jeongguk shook his head, introducing himself as well. “Jeon Jeongguk... You might know my family based on my surname but I’m nothing like—” 

“Who?” 

Jeongguk’s train of thought stopped. He thought he would have to deal with another Jimin incident where he already knew about his family and used that as fuel to get Jeongguk fired up. Luckily, this was more of a Lisa situation where he knew nothing about the Jeons. He would take the latter over the former any day. So, instead of getting into his whole family history, he simply said, “Nevermind.” 

The tent was silent. Awkwardly silent. Jeongguk wanted to change his clothes in peace. It’s bad enough he barely knew these people. But it’s even worse for them to see parts of him that he rather stay hidden from their prying eyes. As if sensing Jeongguk’s awkwardness, Hoseok put his shades on the back of his head. “Alright, I’m gonna head out. Stay safe out there, kid. See you tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, you too,” Jeongguk said as Hoseok walked out. Finally, Jeongguk could undress without any unwanted attention on him. 

He dressed in his attire from earlier in the night when he first arrived and headed back to his hotel room. What a night tonight was. 

#btswriterscollective #bts jeon jeongguk #jeon jeongguk #BTS jungkook #non idol au #PG-13 #bts jeongguk #bts smut #jimin x jungkook #supernatural au

[aletterforyou-dreamy]

you can read their letters here, if you’d like. I wonder if you might resonate with one or two of them. I am going to include below one I personally resonated with the most.

Dear Sugar,

I have deep faith in what you write. Thank you. I’m having some trouble getting over some trouble. There are truly harrowing experiences that your readers share, through you, with us. This isn’t one of those. It’s simple trouble. Someone shared love with me (starting when we were twenty-one), and then he took it away (when we were thirty-four). It wasn’t always love, and we weren’t always aware, and towards the end, my partner and I slammed against a wall of (im)maturation, and we realized that skimming across the surface of our individual and shared issues would no longer cut it. After all these years, I thought we were getting there together. I was ready and excited to dig in and get to know ourselves more deeply and make plans for the future. I thought my partner was too.

I was wrong. He told me he’d been thinking that he needed to leave. And then he left.

So ever since reading your column Tiny Beautiful Things I’ve been thinking about that situation and about what I would tell twenty-year-old me about the relationship path she was about to get on. From the old side, the hurt side, the trying to understand what happened side, and the poisonous “when could I and should I have done something differently to prevent this from happening” side. I’m still trying to teach myself to unlove this man. But even to type that pushes bruises. It’s been a while, but I can still feel howling gales and crippling nostalgia and am mourning the future we never had.

And I still have a question about your column. I want to understand you because I think it could help me. I want to know why you don’t need a reason to leave someone you love. “Wanting to leave is enough.” Why is it enough, Sugar? Why can’t “the terms of the relationship change” from within? Why can’t you come to know yourself and be/get ready for love with the person you love?

Why couldn’t you? I think what happened with us must be like what happened to you, in some way, when you were in love with your first husband but weren’t ready to love one person, as you wrote about in your column Scared & Confused. Maybe my boyfriend was experiencing something like you did, and I am experiencing something like your ex-husband. Except you were so young; we were approaching middle age. You “didn’t want to stay with a man I loved anymore but I couldn’t bring myself to acknowledge what was so very obvious and so very true.”

But why? And what was true? I don’t sense it’s because you thought the next person would be better, would fix something or fill some hole in you. A person could careen from one partner to the next forever, avoiding self-accountability and chasing what ifs. Why was it obvious and true for you to choose to leave? And how did he feel about it? When is leaving the right thing to do, and when is it a failure? I think it would help me—the one left—to know.

I’m living my life day by day. It goes by, the past couple years. But among many shining truths of strength and resolve that I try to live out is one that keeps my heartsick and keeps me from living fully. I still love him. I feel like something horrible wrenched me from my life, and I split, and the real me is elsewhere, in a life shared with him where I trust and am loved and have this core of peace. I still ache to get back there, but I can’t find it. Some days I want to poster the damn telephone poles with my own picture. I’m trying to understand why he left me. I worry that if I don’t I’ll always be stuck looking for myself.

Signed, Trying

Dear Women,

I chose to publish your letters together because placed alongside each other I think they tell a story complete enough that they answer themselves. Reading them, it occurred to me that allowing you to read what others in a similar situation are struggling with would be a sort of cure for what ails you, though of course I have something to say about them, too. As Trying noted in her letter, I struggled with these very questions mightily in my own life, when I was married to a good man whom I both loved and ached to leave. Your letters brought me back there, to the most painful era of my life.

There was nothing wrong with my ex-husband. He wasn’t perfect, but he was pretty close. I met him a month after I turned nineteen and I married him on a rash and romantic impulse a month before I turned twenty. He was passionate and smart and sensitive and handsome and absolutely crazy about me. I was crazy about him, too, though not absolutely. He was my best friend; my sweet lover; my guitar-strumming, political rabble-rousing, road-tripping side-kick; the co-proprietor of our vast and eclectic music and literature collection; and daddy to our two darling cats.

But there was in me an awful thing, from almost the very beginning: a tiny clear voice that would not, not matter what I did, stop saying go.

Go, even though you love him.

Go, even though he’s kind and faithful and dear to you.

Go, even though he’s your best friend and you’re his.

Go, even though you can’t imagine your life without him.

Go, even though he adores you and your leaving will devastate him.

Go, even though your friends will be disappointed or surprised or pissed off or all three.

Go, even though you once said you would stay.

Go, even though you’re afraid of being alone.

Go, even though you’re sure no one will ever love you as well as he does.

Go, even though there is nowhere to go.

Go, even though you don’t know exactly why you can’t stay.

Go, because you want to.

Because wanting to leave is enough.

Get a pen. Write that last sentence on your palm, sweet peas—all five of you. Then read it over and over again until your tears have washed it away.

Doing what one wants to do because one wants to do it is hard for a lot of people, but I think it’s particularly hard for women. We are, after all, the gender onto which a giant Here to Serve button has been eternally pinned. We’re expected to nurture and give by the very virtue of our femaleness, to consider other people’s feelings and needs before our own. I’m not opposed to those traits. The people I most admire are in fact nurturing and generous and considerate. Certainly, an ethical and evolved life entails a whole lot of doing things one doesn’t particularly want to do and not doing things one very much does, regardless of gender.

But an ethical and evolved life also entails telling the truth about oneself and living out that truth.

Leaving a relationship because you want to doesn’t exempt you from your obligation to be a decent human being. You can leave and still be a compassionate friend to your partner. Leaving because you want to doesn’t mean you pack your bags the moment there’s strife or struggle or uncertainty. It means that if you yearn to be free of a particular relationship and you feel that yearning lodged within you more firmly than any of the other competing and contrary yearnings are lodged, your desire to leave is not only valid, but probably the right thing to do. Even if someone you love is hurt by that.

Trying, in your letter you write that your trouble is simple, but I can see that your grief is extraordinary. I’m so sorry for that. I’m sorry you got your heart crushed. My inbox is full of emails from people who are suffering for similar reasons and there’s nothing I can do for you or for them but say there are better days ahead. Time will heal this wound, sweet pea. I know that for certain, though I also know that feels impossible to you right now. There is more love to be found and you’ll find it someday and everything you learned from your thirteen years with your former boyfriend will contribute to your ability to do it better next time around.

I don’t know why he left you. I can’t even properly answer your question about why I needed to leave my ex. I was tortured by this very question for years because I felt like such an ass for breaking his heart and I was so shattered I’d broken my own. I was too young to commit myself to one person. We weren’t as compatible as we initially seemed. I was driven by my writing and he begrudged my success in equal measure to his celebration of it. I wasn’t ready for long-term monogamy. He grew up upper middle class and I grew up poor and I couldn’t keep myself from resenting him for that. He was more politically correct in bed than I wanted him to be. My mother died and my stepfather stopped being a father to me and I was an orphan by the age of 22 and reeling in grief. I had biological father wounds and biological grandfather wounds and in order to heal them I needed fifty men and three good women to have sex with me.

All of these are reasons are true enough in their specificity, but they all boil down to the same thing: I had to leave. Because I wanted to. Just like Playing It Safe does and Standing Still does and Claustrophobic does and Leaving a Marriage does, even if they aren’t ready to do it yet. I know by their letters they each have their own lists and all those words on all of those lists boil down to one that says go.

I imagine that’s what it boiled down to for your former partner, too, Trying. That like me, he came to trust his truest truth, even though there were other truths running alongside it—such has his deep love for you. You ask: “Why can’t ‘the terms of the relationship change’ from within?” And my answer is that they can. In successful long-term relationships they usually do. But in order for that to work all parties involved must be willing and capable of making that change. And for some reason they sometimes aren’t, no matter how hard they try or wish to be able to.

I didn’t just up and walk out on my ex-husband one day. I desperately wanted to not want to leave. He knew I was ambivalent, in spite of my true love for him. I agonized in precisely the ways the women who wrote the four letters above are agonizing and I shared a fair piece of that struggle with my ex. I tried to be good. I tried to be bad. I was sad and scared and sick and self-sacrificing and ultimately self-destructive. I finally cheated on my former husband because I didn’t have the guts to tell him I wanted out. I loved him too much to make a clean break, so I botched the job and made it dirty instead.

The year or so I spent splitting up with him after I confessed my sexual dalliances was wall-to-wall pain. It wasn’t me against him. It was the two of us wrestling together neck-deep in the muckiest mud pit. Divorcing him is the most excruciating decision I’ve ever made. But it was the wisest one, too. And I wasn’t the only one whose life is better for it. He deserved the love of a woman who didn’t have the word go whispering like a deranged ghost in her ear.

While you’re probably in no mood to be philosophical about the devastation your boyfriend’s leaving has caused you, Trying, I think it’s worth saying that it’s far better to be alone and therefore open to new, more fulfilling love, than it is to be involved with someone who half wants out. If your former boyfriend didn’t ultimately love you the way you love him his leaving was a kindness that someday, far from now, you’ll be grateful for. And it’s a kindness that you, Playing It Safe, and you, Standing Still and you, Claustrophobic and you, Leaving a Marriage may just have to muster the courage to mete out. Even if that kindness delivers a fatal blow.

It wasn’t until I’d been married to Mr. Sugar a few years that I truly understood my first marriage. In loving him, I’ve come to see more clearly how and why I loved my first husband. My two marriages aren’t so different from each other, though there’s some sort of magic sparkle glue in the second that was missing in the first. Mr. Sugar and my ex have never met, but I’m certain if they did they’d get along swimmingly. They’re both good men with kind hearts and gentle souls. They both share my passions for books, the outdoors and lefty politics; they’re both working artists, in different fields. I argue with Mr. Sugar about the same amount as I did with my former husband, at a comparable velocity, about similar things. Others have praised both of my marriages as admirable; in each, I’ve been perceived as one half of a “great couple.” And in both marriages there have been struggles and sorrows that few know about and fewer still were and are capable of seeing or understanding.

Mr. Sugar and I have been neck-deep together in the muckiest mud pit too. The only difference is that every time I’ve been down there with him I wasn’t fighting for my freedom and neither was he. In our nearly sixteen years together, I’ve never once thought the word go. I’ve only wrestled harder so I’d emerge dirty, but stronger, with him.

I didn’t want to stay with my ex-husband, not at my core, even though whole swaths of me did. And if there’s one thing I believe more than I believe anything else, it’s that you can’t fake the core. The truth that lives there will eventually win out. It’s a god we must obey, a force that brings us all inevitably to our knees. And because of it, I can only ask the four women who wrote to me with the same question: will you do it later or will you do it now?

Yours, Sugar

[patheticnugbaby]

Healer’s Hands

Continuation of Blood and Sand, just a little patching up session by the fire, introducing a random human scout named Russell Clarke, a Fereldan boy who hasn’t even seen twenty summers yet.

Hope you like it, reminder that you can send prompts to my inbox and I’ll type them up so long as they’re SFW

The scouts came racing up to them as soon as they spotted the group. Adahla only woke because of the sound of shouting.

“Inquisitor!”

“The inquisitor is hurt!”

“Inquisitor Lavellan!” Her eyes opened slowly, blinking the sand out of them as a stocky human scout approached them. “Inquisitor Lavellan, are you hurt?”

“I’ll be alright,” She croaked, then patted Solas’s arm, “I think I wan walk.”

“I’d prefer not to risk it, Inquisitor,” His tone was cool and professional as he stepped past the scout. “We need to rest.”

She huffed and folded her arms, ignoring the sudden bloom of pain when she touched the bruised area. He brought her to a cot laid out by the fire, setting her down before he started to rifle through the satchel next to it, a healer’s satchel.

The scout who’d come up earlier cautiously circled around around to her other side, adding a few small logs to their fire. He took a seat next to the cot, stirring the fire with a stick. He was young, too young to be out on the Hissing Wastes.

A sharp, medicinal scent suddenly stung her nose and she looked down to Solas, grinding some herbs in a mortar and pestle, “What’re you doing, Solas?”

“The camp’s healer is assisting elsewhere, Inquisitor. I intend on dressing your wound,”

“That can wait until morning. Solas, you look exhausted,” There were bags under his eyes, they looks a little red with fatigue. If she looked a little harder she might say she could see a slight tremor in his arms.

“It is no matter,” He insisted with a sharpness to his tone that made her drop the subject.

Adahla searched for her other companions, she hadn’t checked with them since she came too. Cassandra was over by the tents, going over the journal with one of the older looking scouts. Cole she could barely make out at the outskirts of the camp, seeming to be calming their mounts. She leaned back on her hands, listening to the soft sound of stone grinding on stone, broken by the low crackle of the fire. To her right the scout still sat near her cot, stirring the fire with his stick.

“What’s your name?”

He jumped up, dropping his stick in the fire, “Me, your worship?”

“Yes, you,” She smiled a little, trying to ease his discomfort.

“Clarke, Ma’am, Russell Clarke,” The boy spoke with a heavy Fereldan accent, his voice quavered like he was afraid.

“You can sit back down, Clarke, I won’t bite you,” She gestured to his seat by the fire, which he hurriedly took, a dark red blooming on his cheeks.

“‘Course not, M’lady Inquisitor,” He sat with his knees drawn up to his chin, poking the fire with a new stick.

“How’s a Fereldan boy like you end up in the ass end of Orlais?” She asked gently, trying to coax the poor lad into something of a more comfortable mood.

“‘Ow’d you? Oh. My accent, right,” Clarke poked the fire some more, looking out at the wide expanse of sand and rock, “Really is the ass end, innit?”

Adahla started to chuckle, then hissed, clutching her side. Solas shot her a glare, emptying the herbs into what looked like a small iron pot, using a pair of long tongs to set the container in the coals. He then stood, shrugging off his coat to wrap it around her shoulders.

She suddenly realized that from the waist up she wasn’t wearing much aside from the shredded remnants of a shirt and her breast band. She quickly put her arms through the sleeves and covered herself, hoping the warmth on her cheeks was from her proximity to the fire, not a mortified blush.

“Can I ask what happened, your worship?” Clarke seemed comfortable enough to actually meet her gaze now, probably something to do with her wearing clothes again, “All the stories I ‘ear talk about ‘ow you ‘aven’t come back wounded since Haven.”

Adahla grimaced. That was true, after she dropped a mountain on her own head she’d taken great care not to injure herself too severely. After meeting, seeing what she had been really up against she knew she couldn’t afford to lose her life. If she did it would mean the end of Thedas as they knew it. Tevinter, Old Tevinter would rise up and swallow it all whole. Her people would be swept up as demon fodder, red lyrium coming out of the ground like world eating trees. She shook the image out of her head, lightly touching her side with her left hand.

“I was not careful like I should’ve been and it very nearly cost me my life,” Without looking, she reached to gently touch Solas’s hand, “If not for Solas I’m sure that it would have.”

“I would never allow that to happen, Inquisitor,” He took the small pot from the coals, his arms trembled slightly before he set it on the sand.

She looked back at Clarke, finding him staring pensively into the fire, “You didn’t answer how you got out here, Clarke.”

“Same as everyone else, I reckon. I joined up and I was ordered to come out here, help man a camp for a while,” He sunk his toes into the sand, scooting back to stretch out his legs a little more, “Lot less exciting than I though’ it was gonna be.”

Adahla frowned a little, her voice solemn, “Be careful about wishing for excitement, Clarke, it most often comes with broken skin and shattered bones.”

The boy swallowed hard and nodded, “Yes, your worship.”

They sat in the quiet for a time, beside her Solas worked away at whatever medicine he insisted on being made tonight. Cassandra approached, gently putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Are you alright, Inquisitor?”

“I’ll be fine, Cassandra. It’ll be a little bit of time before I can fight again but it shouldn’t be more than a few days,” She smiled back at the Seeker, trying to look reassuring.

Cassandra gently thumped her right shoulder with her first before she retired to the tent she didn’t have to share. Cole never slept. Adahla gathered her borrowed coat around her shoulders, burying her face in the collar. Beneath the smell of blood, smoke, and sand it smelled very much like him. She could barely scent it beneath the acrid smell of the medicine he was making beside her. She managed to stick her fingers out of the too-long sleeves, warming them in front of the fire.

“Clarke,” She said, looking at the boy again, “when did you join the Inquisition?”

“Didn’t at first. Came up to Haven to help after the disaster, really just looking for my father.” He answered almost gruffly, drawing his knees up again.

“I’m sorry-”

“Nah, don’t apologize, he was a bastard. Jus’ went looking ‘cause it didn’t feel right not to give ‘im a funeral. A real one with ‘is body an’ everything.” The boy stirred the coals with his stick again, “After I didn’t find ‘im I decided to join up. ‘Earing all the stories comin’ out of Haven ‘bout you and Skyhold and fixin’ the world I thought I wanted to be part o’ somethin’ great like that.”

“I’m sorry you didn’t find him, Clarke. Even if he was a bastard,” She said, casting her eyes back to the fire, trying without success to not think of Haven. The people she failed.

“It’s alright, your worship.”

She vividly still remembered Haven. The blighted dragon swooping onto the town, red lyrium flying everywhere. Buildings, catapults shattered and people burning. Red templars, monsters flooding the field, leaping over the walls and tearing people apart. Which face belongs to man Clarke was looking for? Was it the bearded man, shot through the back of his skull by a small dagger of red lyrium? Was it the man buried alive in a burning house? Was it-

A warm hand settled on her right shoulder, a little voice, feather soft in her head, “Haven wasn’t your fault. You did well to save as many as you did. You can’t save everyone but it matters that you tried. That you always try, it is what makes you you. Like helping makes me me.”

Adahla took a long breath before she looked at Cole, sitting on the cot next to her, tattered remnants of her armor still in his hands, “Thank you, Cole. I’ll be alright now.”

“Yes, you will.”

She looked at Solas, his eyebrows were creased with worry, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m okay,” She gave him a little smile and turned towards him a little more, “What did you say before?”

“I need to see the wound again, Inquisitor,” He said it slowly, softer than he usually would.

Adahla nodded, shrugging her left arm out of the coat and raising it over her head, hissing at the sudden sting in her muscles.

“Turn, so I can see your back,”

She turned, pulling the coat aside a little to bare most of her back. His fingers were surprisingly cool and gentle, even though when he touched her bruised flesh it brought out a kind of tender ache. He brushed her hair aside and she bundled it up in her hands, out of the way. His hands left her skin briefly, only to start spreading a kind of warm paste over her back. It started warm, then gradually felt like a pleasant chill was seeping in below her skin. She sighed softly.

“Turn back to me, Inquisitor,”

She turned to face him, noting that he was spreading a pale, greenish paste over her bruises. She couldn’t read his expression, he looked nothing but professional, only muttering a small apology whenever she hissed or squirmed on the rare occasion that he pressed just a little too firmly into the wound.

When he finished he wiped his hands on the flap that held the healer’s satchel closed. It looked like the healer also had the habit of wiping their hands on the satchel if the dark stains of what looked to be dried blood and plant matter were any indication. He pulled out a long roll of padded cloth, several pins sticking out of the top of it.

“I need you to take off the coat, Inquisitor,”

Her cheeks felt a little warmer but she shrugged it off, carefully setting it on the cot beside her. For good measure she shed the remaining tatters of her ruined shirt as well.

Solas removed the pins, holding them in his teeth as he moved to sit next to her on the cot. She held her arms up, carefully bundling her hair in her hands to keep it from getting tangled in the bandage. He unwound the cloth, starting to wrap it around the highest point where the bruise started, just under her breast. He pulled the bandage tight, but not too tight. He ended up wrapping almost all the way past her navel. Every now and then his fingers ghosted over her skin and she giggled at the ticklish sensation.

He cut the bandage, pinning it together before he rolled up the rest and put it back in the satchel, “After a few days we’ll see how you’re healing. If it feels overly itchy, or if it burns, tell me.”

“Yes, Hahren,” She grinned at him, then took his hand in hers, “ma serranas.”

“It is nothing, Inquisitor,” He smiled, just a little bit but it was a tired smile.

“Come,” She stood, still grasping his hand, “we’ve both earned some sleep.”

He nodded, grabbing the jacket to set it around her shoulders again. She put her arms through it, pulling it closed before she trotted back to their tent. Adahla held the tent flap open for him and followed him inside.

It was pitch dark but she found her bedroll easily enough. She kicked off her boots and snuggled herself into it, careful not to lay on her left side. She usually slept on her left side which made her face the wall of the tent. Now she faced Solas, who looked like he’d crawled into his bedroll and gone straight to sleep.

Creators he looked tired. She wanted to reach out and trace the bags under his eyes, the dimple in his chin up to the scar on his forehead. There were a few stray flecks of blood on his cheek, she could barely even see them in the dark.

“I can feel you staring, vhenan,” He didn’t open his eyes but she thought his lips had quirked into a little smile.

“Sorry,” She felt herself blush a little at being caught, “not used to sleeping on my right side.”

“Would it help if I faced away from you?”

“No,” She giggled a little, “I’d probably just end up staring at your ears.”

He laughed, opening his eyes to look at her. He reached for her, setting a hand on her cheek, long fingers tangling in her hair.

“How can I help?”

She bit her lip a little and shook her head, “Just sleep, Solas, I’ll figure it out.”

“Adahla,” There was a stern edge to his voice that made her meet his eyes.

“Could you,” She paused, then huffed, “Would you hug me for a little while?”

“Ma nuvenin,” He scooted over to her a little, lifting her head to rest on one of his arms, the other wrapping delicately around her waist, “Does this suit you?”

“I, ah, yes, this suits me just fine,” She buried her face in the hollow of his neck, one arm reaching to wrap around his back, “Are you-?”

“I am quite comfortable, ma vhenan,” She felt him press his lips into her hair, “Sleep.”

Adahla burrowed a little further into his chest and breathed in his scent. When she closed her eyes she didn’t even remember falling asleep.

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Episode 4 - “I’d rather get spanked in the ass by karma herself” - Emmon

Oh my god! That tribal could not have gone any better than it did. It proves how strong trust can be, and that people can trust you back if you give them the chance to. Some of the Odawa members were just too social, and that was their downfall tonight.

BLESS. I am back to my tribe. Also literally went to exile for NOTHING since someone else found the super idol first, but whatever. I think i'm in a good spot now because of Queen Luke. ALSO BYE KAGE.

HAHAHAHAHA IM CACKLING FUCKKKK!!! All the lies I told Kage made him paranoid and then he went crazy. THEN I told all the people I trust that he's a crazy player and they believed me and now he's here in Redotion lake and I literally get to end his game omg. Poetic justice at its finest

Okay i bet all the records and I can die now.I didnt give 100% in the challenge because why huh ??? Kage is so ugly like his game is messy af.

I'm legit ecstatic lol.  An idol was used to send out someone I didn't trust, my whole former tribe is not looking to be in the best spot, and I'm about to go take me a little vacation at exile :D

AHHH! Tribe swaps are never fun, especially when it's 4-4-1. But hey, we just have to keep winning at this point. This next week is the week i went home the last time i played, so i'm praying history doesn't repeat itself. I'd rather get spanked in the ass by karma herself than get out 3rd again.

Hi! I'm Luke and I just did THAT. The plan worked perfectly and Kage was taken out thanks to me. I was not ready for the fuckery of rocks this early in the game because I could have been rocked out and I ain't no Paschal English, Katie Collins or Jessica Lewis! I also think it's extremely fitting that the Oscars are happening tonight when my alliance is talking about the super idol because the Oscar should go to ME for acting shocked that it exists when I have it in my pocket ready to use for when I get voted out. Hopefully I won't have to use it until merge if I make it but (:

So Matt is telling me whilst at The Shoreline there is a new idol combination that's longer the previous one and I sWEAR TO GOD! IF Y'ALL! MADE MY SUPER IDOL FAKE! IN EXCHANGE FOR A NEWER HARDER TO FIND ONE! I'LL CHOKE!

I love the fact that the swap has forced me onto such a weird position, I'm not the one being pagonged but Meskwaki members that stayed on their tribe might be completely Anti-Odawa which could be bad for me. I wish Kage luck but he might get eaten up by Andreas so ehh, I hope the other 4 Odawa can stick it out. About the abduction it was most likely someone on NuMeskwaki but it definitely could be someone here as well, either way Odawa is screwed and whoever it was just did this in an attempt to get Adam safe and now the tribe is 5-4-1 :]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] why is everyone doing this to me i don't know how to be an underdog

i'm tired and every time i go to the shoreline i regret it and i always forget to search FUCK

I'm not gonna lie I was pretty sad to see that I was separated from literally every Odawa member and I might not see them until the reunion call which is pretty grim but probably true unless there's another swap. I really don't know the dynamic of this tribe but I'm really glad we keep winning and winning because I don't want to deal with tribal and not live up to the underdog role the game is practically forcing on me. The way I see it Meskawaki 2.0 is pretty much full-on boner assault on Anti-Odawa which has me concerned but my weak ass can't do anything about it so whatever.

i was bored so i started drama with andreas. i really have no idea what kind of game i want to play so far.... adam being added is extremely interesting because meskwaki now has majority 5-4-1. I feel like i can convince people to vote on my side for a game-changing vote. :D i wanna get some threats out while andreas aka the comp master iss till in redemption

This is fantastic. People are LITERALLY THANKING US FOR TAKING KAGE OUT. I feel kinda bad, but he did it to himself. He didn't keep his mouth shut WHATSOEVER and he threw people's names around, especially mine, so that's grounds for elimination. Talk shit, get hit. I'm currently talking to Bodhi about the tribal council and he's asking for "reassurance we're still working together" and of course I say yes, but something doesnt feel right about it. He's using those petty ass cheeky emojis and it makes me not want to trust him. ESPECIALLY SINCE HE TOLD ADAM TO VOTE FOR ME! I'm leading him to believe I'm still on his side, but I can't say at this point if I want to or not yet. This is going to cause me to have to choose between allies, which I really don't want to do this early in the game. On one end, I have Luke and Eric, with Luke ready to flip on Eric whenever I flip the switch. I'm pretty close to Luke at this point, and to flip on him would be chaos. And then Bodhi, who comes as a package deal with Aidan and Christian. Hopefully, if worst comes to worst, I try to get Bodhi to vote Christian or Aidan since they're rarely around. Dana is in the middle with me, so we're going to have to choose if we have to go to tribal again. I plan on winning today though, because this is a challenge I'm actually good at.

Pet Peeve #1 = Attempting to correct me on the rules when you, yourself do not understand them......I love Matt but yikes, that's how you get on my bad side.

I knew Kage would try and slander my name once he got voted out. Sucks that I just pinned it on Eric and evaded attack...I mean, Eric did lie about the Super Idol saying it was just a regular one.....

Crow caws onward! Shook that we won that tribal immunity, but we did it! I've secured a spot in the final 17 without attending TC yet....good and bad, but still mostly good ;) Scott is clearly wary of me after my incident with Kage at Shoreline, but I actually don't need him :X I have a good relationship with both Kyle and Stoner so if the vote goes Anti-Meskwaki I should be in the loop....so Scott better not keep up this sort of untrustworthy attitude towards me or we're gunna have some issues....jeepers!

YYYYAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I got invited into an alliance and its not by tribal lines! Me, Julia, Augusto, Scott, and Kyle.....it's perfect. 2 from both Meskwaki and Wyandot - 1 from Odawa (so no tribe has majority within the alliance) and we all get along! This will definitely ensure all of our safety at this upcoming tribal considering the others will assume it's Old Meskwaki vs. Old Wyandot.... And I'm also glad that I wasn't the founder of the alliance so that if it does get exposed, I won't take the (full) fall for it and can recover.....this is amazing!

And now I find out that it's because of Kyle....I KNEW THAT BOND WOULD COME IN HANDY! Hey, I might be at the bottom of this alliance, but I'm in it! Like Jeff Varner once said, the answer is yes! This ship is sailing, and I don't know where it's going but I'm ON IT! >:)

Things have certainly shaken up here in the Great Lakes! Firstly, Wyandot won immunity last round which was amazing cause who knew what would've happened if we did. Meskwaki went to tribal and everything went perfectly, Dana and Carson stayed and Kage went... thankfully. After that dramatic tribal, Emmon told me he found an Amulet of Abduction and asked who we should take. He eventually decided Adam, which I wasn't opposed to as he is someone we could swing on over to our side. Emmon, being the lovely person he is, had me in his thoughts when he made that decision which I appreciate. Adam came to our tribe and everything was fine and dandy. Everyone decided to have a sex party or whatever at the Shoreline and it was REVEALED by Andreas that a super idol had been found. First of all, why is everyone but me finding advantages? Secondly, HE DID THAT!! It jumbled things up a bit and because I'm a messy bitch that lives for drama, I certainly didn't mind that. Whoever has it is lucky af!! Back at Wyandot, I decided to create a lovely alliance with Kyle and Scott. My thought process regarding that was the simple fact that we all were on different starting tribes and could spill all sorts of tea to each other. I also want to save myself by any means neccessary to get to the merge, so this is somewhat beneficial. If the alliance will be successful, I'm not sure. All I know is that we have to put rubber to road and see how things pan out.

For whatever reason, I am looking in all the wrong places! The Shoreline doesn't mesh well with me apparently, so yay for that! I do appreciate the fact that the other tribe gets to see me, so it could build up bonds and whatnot... which is the plan! My intuition is on-point because I totally suspected something would happen this round and surely enough, it's a double tribal council! Now we have to break down what we've built here on NuWyandot and it sucks, honestly. I wanted to escape tribal for a few more days to make sure I didn't go home. ;-; Now we just have to wait for the free-for-all to begin and for the bloodbath to commence. I was complaining about not playing the game, but I guess you truly get what you wish for out here. What I'm trying to do is build good relationships with everyone here and make side alliances if I need to. An alliance that is in the works is myself, Roxy, Kyle, Crow, and Scott which I'm fine with because I had made an alliance with Kyle and Scott a few days prior to that. The old Wyandot tribe wants to stick together, which is lovely! Honestly, it would be the best if maybe Dan went home cause it'd be easier for people to flip on him... especially due to the fact that he probably hasn't connected with everyone, at least in my eyes. My best bet would be him or maybe Adam? We'll see, but I really hope I can win immunity or something cause it's crucial that I make it through this round... I don't wanna flop again ;-;

I've been weighing out my options for this vote. I could either A) vote for Eric, stick with Aidan, and have Aidan be voted out 4-2. Or I could B) vote for Aidan, my closest ally from day 1, and have him go in a 5-1 vote. If I pick A, then I feel good about myself, but then Eric might not trust me. If I pick B, then I'll feel like shit for voting out my closest ally, but Eric might trust me. I want Eric, Luke, Carson, and Dana to all want to stick with me because Odawa is very dead now. If I can line up these targets correctly, I'll just ride it out until the end. But fuck, it hurts me very hard to vote out someone as close as Aidan.

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