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f10werfae · 2 years

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Hottie By the Bar

Pairing: Chris Evans X Reader

Word count: 1,024

Summary: Y/n catches the eye of a familiar man by the bar, which can only end in her favour

Warnings: none

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

Burning. That’s the only way to describe the feeling in my throat each time I down another shot of straight up vodka. The girls and I had decided to go out tonight to celebrate Grace's 30th birthday, a brilliant excuse for us to get absolutely wasted.

The atmosphere of the night club had me feeling all sweaty and clammed up, my blue skin tight mini dress may as well be melting into my skin.

“Alright girls, one more round of shots then we hit the dance floor alright?!” Stacy shouted over the loud music, holding her shot glass up in the air. With one final countdown, all six of us had managed to down it in seconds, all of our faces contorting with the strong taste.

“HERE WE GOOO” Lacey shouted, already drunk out of her mind, she grabbed my hands instantly starting a chain of links between us as we all got up together.

With all our heels clicking against the floor, my hair flowing behind me, bar the few hairs starting to stick to my neck due to the sweat.

“THIS IS OUR FRICKING SONG GIRLS” Lindsey said with her hands in the air, all of our hips starting to sway to the beat, our hands running up and down our bodies. Within moments the adrenaline had gotten to me and I had found myself out of breath, with the way us girls were dancing together you’d have thought we were in one massive relationship.

“Hey Y/n, that hottie by the bar keeps staring at you” Grace said wiggling her eyebrows at me, a drunken smile playing on her lips as she stepped back from me.

Shaking my head at her, I turned to look at the bar to see a pair of eyes staring at me, their dark hair styled messily. He sure was hot, no doubt about it.

Sending me a smirk, he turned back towards the bar, bringing his glass back up to his lips.

Feeling the alcohol start to take its affect, I left the girls on the dance floor and headed towards the bar, sitting on the coincidentally empty seat next to this fine man.

Sitting beside him, my chin rest atop of my palm as he turned to look at me.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty girl?”

“I don’t see why not” I said giddily, watching as he ushered for the bartender to come over with the move of a finger.

“A (favourite drink) for the lady please, put it on Evans”

“What a gentleman” I said smirking back at him

Sipping slowly on my new drink, I felt his hand brush away the hair over my shoulder, “You sure are one fine piece of art”

“I could say the same for you, you’re really sexy” Yep I could tell I was already drunk, but who cares at this point

“Oh you think i’m sexy yeah?”

“Mhm, now come dance with me” Stumbling to stand up, I felt his hands ghosting over my waist as I pulled him by his bicep to the dance floor.

With my hands around his neck, his hands holding onto my waist protectively, his head dipped into the crook of my neck. Our hips grinded and swayed together to the beat of the song, wandering touches were definitely felt here and there.

“You are so f*cking gorgeous”

He whispered into my ear, his lips placing the tiniest kisses on my neck, his arms going up to let me swirl around.

The smell of our sweat and perfume filled the air in an intoxicating way that left us both wanting more. Interlacing his fingers with mine, I felt the coldness of his wedding ring, looking at it only made me smirk even more.

(Time Skip - The Next Morning)

A pounding headache was definitely expected when I woke up this morning, feeling confused and dazed I looked to the time to see I had slept in already to 11am.

A strong arm was placed around my waist, the memories of last night placing a sweet smile on my lips as his cologne filled my nose again.

Turning around in my bed I turned to look at his face, his eyes already open looking down at me, his fingers dancing lazily over my naked figure.

“You were so hot last night baby, got me all bothered” Chris said, his hands now caressing my face.

“Not my fault my husband was busy sending me bedroom eyes by the bar” I replied back cheekily, his deep chuckle sending vibrations through his chest.

“I thought the agreement was that us boys would stay away from you girls, let you celebrate Grace's birthday, huh?”

“Well you know I can’t stay away from you” I whispered back interlacing our fingers once again, our matching wedding rings glimmering in the morning sunlight.

“God the way you were dancing all up on me, had me going feral bub”

“Yeah well, i’m hoping you got your fill last night, because my body is absolutely aching” With a groan, I tried to raise myself up out of our bed, the throbbing pain below definitely being noticed.

“Come on let’s go shower and get some food into us” Chris said getting up easily, still in his birthday suit, walking over to my side of the bed and picking me up into his arms easily and into the bathroom.

“Wanna shampoo my hair please” I asked with my arms wrapped around his torso, my head still banging from last night.

“Of course honey”

“How the hell are you not hungover” I asked confused, seeing as he was just going about things normally.

“Well baby, I wasn’t the one downing straight Vodka, I can actually hold my alcohol. Plus someone needs to look after you”

“Hey I can hold my alcohol, but thanks that’s pretty cute I guess” I said embarrassed, feeling his fingers start to massage into my scalp, before he lifted my head up to pull me in for a passionate kiss.

“Cute yeah?”

“Yeah whatever just keep kissing me Evans”

“look at you getting all bossy Mrs Evans”

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mobagehelllocal · 3 years

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A/N: because I thought if would be funny and I’m still thinking about it. I did every single NRC character... except Ortho!

"twst cast reacts to their s/o and their 100 cm nesoberi of the twst character.”

Riddle would stare in absolute disbelief as you happily presented your one-hundred-centimetre nesoberi of him to… well, him. “What do you mean I’m cute—!” He’ll attempt to protest, but he’s so caught off guard that the only thing he can really do is flush completely red and maybe stomp off. He’ll get pouty when you only hug the stuff toy in bed afterwards, but he won’t tell you to get rid of it. (Even if he secretly does want you to do so).

Ace would be all smirk and absolute arrogance. “Oh, you like me so much you got a stuff toy version of me?” He’ll watch as you carry it around in your embrace and he’ll tease you about how tightly you’re holding onto him too. He might even brag or talk about how cute you are to his friends… That all changes when he realizes you’re neglecting him in favour of the stuff toy. He’ll start getting jealous and might try to rip it out of your hands so that the real Ace could take its place.

Deuce’s first reaction is to separate you from the toy because he thinks its some weird prank from Ace or something. Then he’ll just be confused, “Wait—you bought a stuff toy version of me?” He’ll blush at how much you cuddle it—and he’s the type of person who will walk out while you cuddle ‘him’ because he feels like he’s intruding. He won’t tell you to get rid of it, but he does end up eyeing it weirdly.

Trey would be surprised—and probably really confused about it too. He doesn’t really react wildly to it, he might even treat it as some sort of pet? He’ll pat it on the head and… sometimes he’ll just squish its face. You will notice… that weird stuff happens though. Whenever Trey is over you’ll come into your bedroom and the stuff toy is deliberately positioned weirdly. One time, he pulled you in for heated kiss and from the corner of your eye—is the stuff toy facing the corner of the room? Upside down? “I didn’t do it.” Trey claimed but a mischievous spark in his eyes says otherwise.

Cater squeals. He thinks it’s absolutely cute and hang on—“Babe, do you have more merch of me? Can you bring it out? Quick! I want a photo~! #Mydarlinglovesme #Thisisthecutest #Catermerch.” He’s not exactly surprised that merchandise of him exists, however he is incredibly honoured that you would buy it. He’s not going to hate it too much and he’ll find it funny how he’s sharing you with another clone of his… As long as you remember who you’re dating first amongst them all of course!

Leona’s first reaction to it is to let out a hiss. There’s another cat invading his territory and he is far from happy. His first reaction is to grab it and destroy it with his Unique Magic. No, he’s not going to listen to you—he doesn’t care how much you might’ve spent on it. He’s getting rid of it right now. If it somehow survives longer than a day, every time he sees it in your hands—he’s just going to bristle like a possessive cat before—“That’s it. Hand it over right now, I’m going to dust that smug face—"

Jack… doesn’t really know how to react to it. He just crosses his arms and stares at it rather oddly. “So… you bought that…?” His tail is wagging just the littlest bits though, so you know that even if he’s not showing it—he actually is a little… thrilled that you wanted a stuff toy version of him. For some reason he starts treating it like it’s a member of his pact. Sometimes you’ll catch him talking to it and telling it to watch over you, “Take care of them, okay? They’re precious… to both of us.”

Ruggie just squints and he has a very confused, maybe even disturbed expression on his face. It’s a “I’m not judging you and your questionable use of money at all” expression. Other than that, I can see him just not really acknowledging it’s existence—maybe just patting it on the head sometimes. “Shishishi… What a waste of money.” he’ll say out loud even if there’s quite an indescribable tenderness on his face too.

Azul would be a straight up mix of embarrassment, pride, and horror. Embarrassment because he can’t believe you bought a stuff toy of him and you’re carrying it around, doting on it so much (“I need my octopus pot”). Pride exactly for the same reason too—he can’t believe he’s so lucky to have a lover who would so flamboyantly display their love for him like this… Though maybe tone it down a bit, please? Too much is embarrassing. And finally, he feels horror because, “YOU SPENT HOW MUCH MADOL ON THIS THING?”

Jade starts off incredibly flabbergasted. He might stare, just completely dumbfounded for a bit as you parade the stuff toy around. Afterwards, I can see him responding with amusement over how much you dote on the stuff toy. He might just tease you over it too. However, if it takes up too much of your attention, he becomes quite vengeful. One day you’ll come back to your room and see the stuff toy gone while Jade is standing there dusting his hands, “My, have you returned? Come my flower, your attention has been stolen away from me for too long… fufufu.”

Floyd just wants to get rid of it. He stares at it in stunned silence—it may be the quietest you’ve ever actually seen him. He’ll point at it accusingly, meet your gaze and just whisper a soft “Imposter.” Floyd then begins to have some sort of weird rivalry with the stuff toy—glaring at it, growling—he might even bite it as he rips is out of your arms. He won’t tell you to get rid of it, but it’s obvious that he wants to get rid of it. If he happens to want to cuddle with you and it’s in your arms? He’ll just grab the toy and toss it over his shoulder, uncaring of where it might land. “I’m not sharing you with anyone! Or anything!”

Kalim is thrilled? He’s just, “This is so cute! Wait, I should have one commissioned of you too so we can carry it around together! Hahah, should we get one made for Jamil as well?” (Jamil voice: “No. Don’t you dare—Oi! Kalim!”) Either way, Kalim will probably find a way to get a one-hundred-centimetre nesoberi of you as well. He’ll insist on the two of you going out on double dates with the huge stuff toys too. “It will be a lot of fun! Really!”

Jamil takes one long look at it before he sighs very deeply and shoots you a look. It’s a look of “why would you do this to me”, “please don’t show Kalim” and also a “I’m going to turn around and when I turn back around that better not be there and we can both pretend this didn’t happen.” He’s not going to be the most outwardly flattered. He’ll just instantly be exhausted seeing it exist. He won’t actively tell you to get rid of it but he’ll pretend he never saw it. (Okay so maybe he can’t help a tiny smirk that curls up his lips as he sees you lovingly dote on… well… him.)

In Vil’s case, the nesoberi was a limited item that he was expected to hand out to the lucky lottery winner. He’s not so much stunned that the stuff toy exists, what really got him is when you merrily skipped onto the stage to claim it. There’s something like fond exasperation on his face and he’ll bend down to ask, “You know darling, I could’ve gotten one made for you if you wanted it so much.” At your dismissal and adamant note that “Of course I was going to win you fairly this time too!” Vil’s lips curled up into an arrogant smile. There was no winning against you.

Epel‘s first instinct is to actually punch the stuff toy and if you protest—“What? It has a really punch-able face!” He’ll end up quite grumpy as he sees you give it so much attention. He doesn’t quite understand the point and his irritation somehow distracts him from the embarrassment of seeing you happily cuddle with the… thing. He also might not register that his irritation is jealousy at you giving your attention to something else too. He’ll have glaring matches with the thing muttering, “it’s not that cute.”

Rook… well, jokes on you. You went to try to get a reaction out of him by presenting him a stuff toy only to walk in on him organizing his own collection of one-hundred-centimetre nesoberis. The pride of his collection being one he commissioned of you (the rest of his collection you ask? Why there’s a Vil, a Neige… and is that a Leona one—?) Something he won’t tell you however, is that he does feel the slightest bit thrown off that you managed to get a stuff toy version of him… “You truly are a thrill to be with, surprising me like this—Mon Monarque.”

Idia blushes furiously at the sight of the nesoberi. Out of everyone else, he understands what you mean by showing him this. That he’s your favourite person—and though it embarrasses him, he also feels honoured by the fact you had a nesoberi of him commissioned. He’ll shyly ask, “So… would it be okay if I get merch of you too?” Once he has permission, he’s enthusiastically commissioning his favourite artists for a nesoberi of you. Sooner or later his room would be filled with figurines of you two and fanart as well!

Malleus will start out thinking it’s really amusing… and how adorable for his bright light to have picked up a toy resembling him and cuddling with it as well. He might end up cooing quite a bit as he watches you hug it. However, there will be a point where Malleus will start getting lonely. He’ll feel as if you’re forgetting to invite him out because you had the stuff toy to hang out with instead. He might sulk and watch from quite a distance. When you invite him out, he might pettily bring up the stuff toy instead. “Ah, my bright light… to think you can make me feel like a child again…”

You surprise Lilia for quite a few minutes before he tosses his head back and laughs. He’s absolutely amused by the fact that you have managed to purchase a nesoberi of him. He’ll probably borrow it for a bit, twisting and turning it—remarking about how the craftsmanship was excellent. Then he’ll ask you if he can borrow it longer so he can play pranks on the whole Diasomnia. He’ll pretend to have been turned into a stuff toy, “Come now love, it will be fun to watch them all panic~!”

Silver just blinks very slowly as he stared at the stuff toy then you and back… He just shrugs it off and proceeds to flop down right on top of it. He’ll note that hey, it’s pretty soft before conking out. Eventually he grows to be fond of it as a pillow and he’ll often use it as a pillow if you’re too busy doing something else. At the end, it will be you who’d get all pouty when you realize he doesn’t cuddle as much with you because he can do it with the stuff toy. One time he’ll go over your place and blink in surprise when you’ve hidden it away. He’ll laugh softly before he’ll tug you gently onto the bed for a cuddle, “Silly, of course you’re still my favourite one to cuddle.”

Sebek’s mouth falls open in shock as he catches sight of the stuff toy. He opens and closes his mouth several times, his face slowly turning complete red before he promptly loses it—“Why do you have a stuff toy of me!?” Sebek literally has no idea how to deal with this. His feelings are somewhere in between complete embarrassment and exasperation. He will refuse to acknowledge it’s existence, he’ll pretend it never happened and he never saw it. It really is fun for you though, because whenever you bring it out the boy’s immediately blushing and stuttering.

I feel like Dire would just stand, stunned for a bit as he stared at the stuff toy. With the mask in the way, you won’t be able to truly tell how he feels—but once it sinks in that yes you are in fact, clutching a stuff toy version of him—he’ll recoil in surprise. He’s someone who’ll exaggerate his surprised by hopping backwards, raising his hands in the air as he peers at you with wide yellow eyes. “E-eh!? Why do you have a stuff toy of me?” I think he’ll just be amused (and maybe slightly petty if it steals your attention too much).

Divus would be surprised then flattered. His smirk is wide as he draws closer to you—eyes meeting your own before he bent down to touch the toy. He’ll probably look at it for a bit, noting that it’s captured him well. “How cute. It seems I don’t really need to get you a toy myself, do I, pet?” He won’t be too irritated seeing it take up your attention. He’s someone who won’t be threatened because he knows exactly how to get your attention. He’ll do it when he thinks you deserve a little punishment for ignoring him.

“IN-STOCK NOW~!” Sam pointed dramatically at the one-hundred-centimetre nesoberi of himself with a wide easy going and incredibly smug grin. You probably didn’t think it was possible for his smile to get even more smug as you pulled out the cash to actually purchase the item. I don’t really think he’ll mind much over seeing you cuddle it almost pettily after he practically scammed you. If anything, I think he’d think it’s pretty cute you think you can get back at him by only paying attention to the nesoberi!Sam.

Mozus would just have a very exhausted, deadpanned expression as he studies the huge stuff toy on the bed. Lucius on the other hand, is incredibly thrilled and will pounce the new toy giddily. Eventually you and Lucius might end up having a sort of cute rivalry over it—where you just want your cuddle toy and Lucius just wants his bed. Mozus is slightly weirded out by how much enjoyment Lucius seems to have lying down on this stuff toy version of him. “Don’t even say a thing my dear, I fear I don’t want to know.”

Ashton’s immediate reaction to this new huge thing on your bed is “how heavy is it?” and “can I use it as a weight?” I don’t think they’re as heavy as he wants them to be though, so he’ll be disappointed for a bit. He’ll then brighten up when he realizes that it’s actually a stuff toy version of him and he’ll happily yell, “You got a stuff toy of me? How cute!” He’ll just straight up think it’s adorable that you got one and likely chance, he’ll try to get one of you too to match.

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fallingforunrealisticromance · 3 years

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Look at me - Spencer Reid x fem! reader

A/N: I've written a lot of Hotch content recently and as much as I love it, I felt like I needed to get some Reid in there as well. This was a bit rushed so sorry if there are any mistakes in there. Enjoy:)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of panic attacks/past trauma, toxic relationships

Word Count: 2462

***= time skip

Any details from a case are made up, not based on an actual episode.

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My mind is not something I ever thought I’d fear. I just assumed no matter how bad things got; I would be in control therefore it would never be anything I couldn’t handle. Even when I joined the BAU and was surrounded by harrowing cases all day, naively, I assumed I could keep on top of it. In case you hadn’t figured it out by now – I was wrong.

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We all collapsed into our respective seats on the jet, none of us saying anything. This case had been particularly brutal, and it took a lot out of us. We had nothing to talk about besides the events of the past few days and no one wanted to think about it more than necessary. I took the first window seat I saw, grabbing a blanket and curling into myself. The sun was beginning to set and watching it above the clouds would bring me some sense of peace. As cliché as it sounds, being above the clouds and watching the light slowly sink beneath causing there to be an orangey glow – everything felt so quiet, so calm. As if I was untouchable, like nothing bad could reach me. As I starred out of the window, I couldn’t quite get comfortable. Normally after cases, I was able to fall asleep roughly half an hour into the journey home, but something was keeping me up. This must have shown on my face as I felt as soft jab to my side, breaking me from my thoughts.

“You good pretty girl?” Morgan asked, leaning on the edge of my seat.

“Hm? Yeah I’m all good. Just can’t sleep.” I said offering a small smile.

“I feel you. I’ve been trying since I sat down but I guess today just isn’t our day.” He replied sighing. “You need a drink or anything?”

“Nah I’m okay. Thanks though.”

“No problem gorgeous. Hope your able to drift off soon.” He said before heading to the back for a drink. I sighed, turning my body to face the window once again. But before I was able to get lost in my thoughts yet again, Spencer sat down in front of me. His brow was furrowed as his eyes scanned over me.

“You okay there?” I chuckled looking over at him.

“I’m fine. It’s you I’m worried about.” He replied matter of factly. I raised my eyebrow at him as I shifted to face him a little better.

“May I ask why?” I said in a light-hearted tone.

“Because you can’t sleep.” He stated. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that so I stayed silent, allowing him to continue. “You always fall asleep. You sit by the window, you curl up, and your asleep within 20 minutes. The only time you don’t is if someone’s talking to you. But no ones spoken to you until just now and your still awake.” He explained. I starred at him, in slight shock. “S-so I think what I’m trying to figure out is what’s keeping you awake? And see if you’re okay?” He concluded, suddenly looking rather nervous as if he was worried he’d overstepped.

“Look I’m sorry just pretend I didn’t say anything.” He said going to stand up. “

No hey it’s fine. I’m just surprised you noticed that’s all.” I replied quickly.

“Of course I did, I care about you.” I’m not sure why but that simple sentence caused my heart to flutter. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve always appreciated the fact that Spencer is attractive (even if he doesn’t believe it) but I’ve never thought of him in a romantic light. Since I’ve joined the BAU, we’ve always been able to lean on each other no matter what the situation. There was just something about us that clicked almost perfectly, there was nothing I couldn’t tell him. And even though we constantly got teased about being together, I’d never even considered it.

“Your right though, something is keeping me up.” I admitted, leaning back into my seat.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Spencer offered, copying my actions.

“Yeah I’d love to. I just don’t know what it is. There’s something making me feel, I don’t know, uncomfortable I guess? But I haven’t got a clue what.” I rubbed my head as I spoke, feeling the beginning of headache starting to form.

“Oh.” He replied shortly. I could tell he was trying to figure out what it could be, but it was no use. “Is there anything I can do?” He asked. I smiled at him but shook my head.

“I’m afraid not pretty boy, I’m sure it’s nothing. Was just a hard case you know” He nodded.

“Well, if you remember, o-or even if you don’t and you just wanna talk, you know you can always come and find me.” Once again, I felt my heart flutter. Why was he making me feel this way all of a sudden?

“Thank you Spence. You too.” The rest of the journey went pretty smoothly. I didn’t fall asleep but for the most part, the uncomfortable feeling left me alone.

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“Okay guys, head home get some rest. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” Hotch said as we made our way out of the parking lot. We all called out to each other before jumping in our cars and made our ways home. Even now, something was playing on my mind, and it was starting to piss me off. You’d think I’d be able to remember something that was bugging me this much. I tried to push it from my thoughts as I flopped onto my bed. I was so worn out I couldn’t even be bothered to change, I just wrapped myself up under my duvet and prayed that sleep would find me soon.

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“Come on y/n, you’re overreacting. You know I only did it because I love you.”

“How the fuck am I overreacting? I never remember asking you to bash someone’s head into the sidewalk out of LOVE”

“You know what? This is your fault. You made me do this.”

“I MADE you?”

“If you didn’t hang out with him dressed like such a slut I wouldn’t have had to do anything.”

“You’re joking right? God your fucking insane.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not? Does it hurt your feelings?”

“Shut up you bitch.”

“I’m done with this. I’m done with you. I should have never gone out with you. I’m leaving”

“No you’re not.”

“Dan I swear to fuck if you don’t let go of my hand I am calling the police.”

I jerked upright. My skin was damp with a cold sweat. My heart was hammering against my ribcage. My head was spinning. I couldn’t breathe. The sheets clung to me as scrambled out of my bed and headed for the front door. My mind was scrambled, I couldn’t stay at home. There was only one place I knew I’d feel safe. I pulled my shoes back on and ran out my front door before I begun sprinting down the road. I didn’t trust myself to drive right now.

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As I walked up the stairs of the apartment complex, very much out of breath, I begun second guessing my idea. It was literally 3 in the morning. But before I could convince myself otherwise, I raised my hand to knock on his door. I shouldn’t be here. He was probably asleep. Just as I turned to leave, the door swung open.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” A very dishevelled looking Spencer asked.

“Um yeah, no I just- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have woken you” I replied, fidgeting with my hands.

“It’s fine I’d actually fallen asleep on the sofa, so you did me a favour if anything.” He said with a soft chuckle. I couldn’t focus on his words, my mind still spinning. I could feel my breathing begin to quicken again. I was losing it.

“Hey, what’s going on?” His voice sounded muffled, as if he wasn’t stood right in front of me.

“I-I can’t breathe” I stammered. My legs felt as if they were about to give way. Before I could do anything else, I felt spencer wrap his arms around me and walk me into his apartment. He moved me to the sofa before closing the door and sitting down in front of me.

“What’s going on? Please I want to help but I need you to talk to me.” His voice sounded sincere. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my thoughts.

“I-I knew him.” I stammered, my hands trembling.

“Knew who?” He asked gently.

“I dated him. I don’t remember him being violent but then this one time- oh god. It’s my fault. I did this. T-they died because of me.” By this point, tears were streaming steadily down my face.

“What? Y/N who died? What do you mean you knew him?”

“THE FUCKING UNSUB SPENCER” I yelled, hysterically. I ran my fingers through my hair frantically. “I dated him. Ages ago. I don’t know how I didn’t recognise him. I think, no no I know, I was his stressor.” I explained, breathing heavily. Spencer starred at me. You know it’s bad when you render the boy genius himself speechless. “There was this guy I was friends with at the time, while I was dating Dan.”

“The unsub?” He cut in.

“Yes. Anyway, I’d been friends with this guy before I’d met dan, but they’d never liked each other. And then one night, I’d gone out. It was some sort of occasion, like a celebration thing I don’t know it’s all a bit fuzzy. I was wearing a dress and it wasn’t anything too bad, but it was showing off a decent amount of skin. I don’t really know how but dan turned up where we were and beat the living crap out of my friend. He ended up going to hospital. But that was the last time I saw dan, I left him that night. That has to of been his stressor.” I concluded, resting my head against the back of his sofa.

“You know it’s not uncommon for the brain to repress traumatic memories. That would explain why you didn’t recognise him and why you don’t remember everything, even now. You were most likely in such a toxic, stressful relationship with him that your mind didn’t know how to handle it. So instead of causing you more pain by trying to make sense of it all, it simply pushed those memories back far enough until you’d essentially forgotten that part of your life.” Spencer explained. What he was saying made sense, I didn’t like it, but it made sense. I could barely remember my relationship with him. All the details were jumbled up in my head. “When we brought him in, seeing him in the station must have triggered you to remember him. Or at least parts of it.” I nodded at his words.

“Most likely.” I mumbled. I still couldn’t shake the thought that I’d caused all of this. The pain the victims went through, their families, their friends all because of me. As if he could read my mind spencer spoke up yet again.

“Stop blaming yourself. This isn’t your fault.”

“It is though. If I hadn’t-“

"It’s a chemical thing y/n. That part of him was always there, it just takes a certain situation to cause it to snap. I know it’s hard, but you have to remember that you did not cause this.” His words provided me a slight comfort. Not much, but enough for me to drop the subject.

“I’m sorry to have put all this on you this late.” I mumbled.

“Don’t be. I’m glad you felt you could talk to me about this.” He replied, shifting so he was sitting next to me rather than in front. We sat in a comfortable silent for a few moments, enjoying each other’s company. I tried to stifle a yawn but failed miserably.

“How did you get here? I didn’t see you with any car keys when you came in.” Spencer asked softly.

“I ran.” I admitted, to tired to lie.

“You ran? You live like 3 blocks away.” He said, surprised.

“I was just so shaken up I didn’t think I could drive.” I reasoned.

“You should’ve called me; I would have picked you up.” He replied gazing at me. I felt my stomach flip. I’m not sure if it was the lack of sleep, or the fact that I was only now realising how much he cared for me, but in that moment I felt nothing but love for spencer. I studied his facial features for a second, appreciating how attractive he really was. The way his eyes shone constantly with eagerness and knowledge. The way his brows twitched slightly if something confused him. My eyes eventually travelled down to his lips. They looked so soft and inviting. Suddenly, I found myself consumed by the desperate urge to kiss him.

“You’ve always been there for me you know spencer? I can’t tell you how much you mean to me.” I said softly. He looked slightly taken back by my words, but his lips curled up into a small smile.

“You mean a lot too me too. More than I could try to describe.” Before we realised what was happening, we found ourselves leaning closer into each other.

“Spence I-“ But he swiftly cut me off, cupping my face in his hands and pulled his lips to meet mine. My arms found their way round his neck as I laced my fingers into the back of his hair. He held me carefully, as if he was scared he was going to lose me. The kiss was gentle, but it spoke a million words for the both of us. When we eventually pulled away, he kept his hands where the were as he slowly caressed my cheek with his thumb. We didn’t say anything, we didn’t have too. We both knew where we stood and what this meant for us. I just smiled at him, feeling like a lovesick teenager. Eventually he layed back on the sofa, pulling me on top of him. I felt him wrap his arms around my waist protectively as I cuddled closer to him. I’d never felt more at peace than I did in that moment. It didn’t take long for me to start drifting off yet again, with the rhythmic beat of spencer’s heart and the feeling of him tracing small patterns on my back. I felt him press a kiss to my head.

“Sleep well. I won’t let anything happen to you ever again. I love you.” He whispered, just as I slipped away into the darkness of sleep.

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dear--charlie · 2 years

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Dear Charlie,

It's 2022 and I recently talked about you to my (new and consistent) therapist that I started on 2021. I haven't written to you in AGES, and I read through the ones I wrote to you back then... and I definitely have grown and changed SO MUCH..

I'm currently in my last semester of my 3rd year and idk whether I'm doing ok? in terms of academically. I literally have been skipping a lot of classes ever since gotten lectured by the one lecturer that I favoured and thought was the kindest of them all. But I have been skipping classes with a friend anyway ever since the ex-narcissist.

I think the pandemic really changes people but I also don't blame her. and I kinda hate that it kinda affected me. I had been feeling like... I just give up? I used to feel so much pain whenever I do shit last minute cuz I never really intend to cuz I have issues with concentrating especially back then. I have improved greatly last year though. But thinking about the consequences... I just wanna graduate man and I don't want to go through a worse type of "hell" due to retaking... (looking at my dissertation i have to finish.... that I feel quite floored to raise the fucking white flag) if I don't make it by May. Everyone around me is graduating. I'm trying to bounce back?

Technically I have been in college for nearly 3-4 years and had to retake some subjects throughout the years due to also encountering a narcissist ex friend when I began my degree. We ended it within 8-9 months after with other best friend, O. It was a fucked up shit show that I didn't really think it was "That bad" until I try to explain to people what he had done.

After getting out of it, we were still always drinking every week to the bars. Sometimes multiple times in a week. I explored physical and somewhat emotional? intimacy the past few years with men and women. I met men that has made me get more of a taste platter of what "love" is so to say I had realized for the past few years.

Emotions that are very new for me, one of them was profound, I still can't really make sense of it to this day because my intuition/feelings tells me otherwise. Its ridiculous to review it since I've changed my perception in it almost COMPLETELY. Cuz I never believe in "love in the club". or feeling such emotions with someone I just met that night. I never believed in those type of things and always found it kinda ridiculous people who do. But the Universe showed me otherwise...

But to this day, I haven't been in a proper long term real-life relationship. Heck, I never even had a proper "Relationship" with a monogomous "lover" in real life. The boy I talked about... back then, was a situationship/ Idk what I can even call it. Given the circumstances with me back then that is. The flings were always short lived. I think the emotions are valid but when it comes to it being holistically real? perhaps only the recent few....or one of them.

I got more into skateboarding... on 2020/2021 but still amateur-ish. I have yet to complete the beginners scuba diving program. I stopped cheer shortly because my anxiety/avoidance got in the way with my social life back in 2017. And also due to the expired anti-depressants I was taking... and since my psychiatrist told me "to take however much I want", I tapered my anti-depressants all on my own knowledge btw without the help of my psychiatrist.

Anyways, But hey at least its still a "sport" I guess with skateboarding. I do want a friend where I can go skateboarding with and learn more consistently. or perhaps I should just literally find a place on my own and go at it alone as usual.

I lowkey feel really fucking guilty and pathetic that I have chances where I know a lot of people out there wished they had... and it kinda makes me feel like a spoilt fucking brat about it when I do try to do the work and then theres just me vs my mind in the way, and the habits i have. but i guess everyone works through their... "trauma" the way that they do.

I turned 25 on the 17th recently, and this time I kinda made sure my birthday was lowkey. Like... I didn't ask my friends to post anything about me, and most didn't and one wanted to actually post but Idk... I have became more private about what I'm doing, my thoughts, etc on social media. I kinda wondered whether I shouldve been public anyway about it like how I always was back in the years... but I guess I'm actually still readjusting on being noticed by the type of people that I used to put on a pedestal on.

Manifesting and LOA has done wonders in my life unimaginable that I literally did not think I'd even fucking reach this age. Things that I thought were never at reach... I have gotten... but also when I had reached the peak of the things I had wanted for YEARS... the view looks... different. I had "all I ever wanted" that I used to wish for, but it felt different than I thought it would be. Reconnecting with relatives, my own culture, my roots.... and just going through some sort of total "rebirth" again. Which I really am trying to transform the fears... the limiting beliefs still.

The sudden reminders that I'm 25 this year and I just hope to celebrate it with drinking with good friends at least by this year itself. I have different aspects of my personality that I only express to certain people that it kinda makes me feel like I have a cognitive dissonance when I think about putting 2 different friends together.

This year I "celebrated" my birthday with (at first quarantining but was negative consistently) at a nice Studio airbnb. I think this is one of the most sober-ish "birthday" I've had. Nothing too intoxicated like the previous 3 years.

Spontaneously (and impulsively) had a date and one night stand with a gym guy (and by far the most conventionally physically attractive person I've ever... properly hooked up like twice with a proper stranger from an app which I never thought I'd actually do... previously) like literally minutes before my bday... (Simply because I was actually feeling depressed that week and the week before, but I'm trying not to let it get to me) which I find it foolish that my tipsy self wanted him to stay LMAO. which I thank god that everything went well... and I really think at this point I'd probably only get into a proper relationship in my late 20s?

I'm forced.. or have learnt to start dreaming again... manifested feeling passionate again or that sense of joy... trust...that is trustworthy... for the past few years. I have learnt to be vulnerable, alcohol and good friends was somehow a catharsis, became more confident over my physical body, and how I communicate (due to going to bars a lot, going through that narcisstic ex friend, alcohol, encouraging and reassuring friends) throughout the years.

Given that it was unwarranted and didn't even think I'd be alive up to 25? Now I have to think of ways to provide financially. or to earn on my very own. I don't want to depend on my family...

To be really honest, it's harder to think of ways to execute on killing myself now because I do still actually want to. Especially if a certain someone... passes. Since I know and have connections with people... I just can't leave earth like that I guess. I just know I have to leave something before I go. it always somewhat had been. The type of suffering that happens in adulthood is just heavier and consequential I suppose. I know I was really fucking bleak back then, and I had the chance to see and become light again. I manage my emotions better now and understand what works and does not work with myself.

I thank my friends and somewhat my family who has helped me along the way.

but idk we'll see what Time has in store this time.

Hope you've been doing well Charlie. I thank you that I can trust you, and that you listen.

1:58 PM, 24/03/2022

still here,

C.A.M (C.A.M.)

#dear charlie #C.A.M

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Male orc (Vilugh) x male reader (sfw) - Part Two

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

This should have gone up on here yesterday, and has been available on my $5 Patreon tier for a week as the fourth ‘early release’ story on Patreon in July (every Wednesday).

You may recall the first chapter that I posted as an unedited WIP (Tumblr link) a while ago and had lots of encouraging comments about and some interest in seeing more from Vilugh and the prince. So, here it is! Sorry it's a bit late - things have just been nuts here lately. I wanted this to be the final chapter, but... plot happened. So... there'll be more in the future!

Content: continuing on from last time where our scholarly prince with the unfathomably dickish king for a father was told he was going to spend six months with the orcs, we see Vilugh again, meet his sister, and finally, get to the encampment. (tw: brief mention of past death of reader’s older brother, and constantly being compared to him by the aforementioned dickish king...)

Wordcount: exactly 4000. *nice*

Part One

To say that I was furious with my father for only deigning to inform me of my new situation for the next six months would have been an understatement. I knew I wasn’t the ruler-son that he’d envisaged taking over from him, but I had thought that my rather impressive record for strategy and tactics spoke for itself, not to mention that I was responsible for almost single-handedly planning and instigating massive economic reforms that not only refilled the monarchy’s gradually-dwindling coffers but promoted trade and gave our floundering, stagnating economy a huge boot up the backside. And yet, still, I was not enough. I was not my brother.

Fuming, I strode along the corridors from the great hall up to my chambers and nearly flattened a poor serving girl as she left one of the rooms along the way. “I’m sorry,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Highness,” she chirped, dipping into a curtsy and scurrying away before I could explain myself.

My reputation had gone from ‘scholar prince’ to ‘Royal Monk’ by the time I was twenty five, but I was also known for being moody and sullen, with a perpetual scowl on my lean - I thought gaunt - face. No wonder I’d frightened her. As I stared in the speckled mirror in my bedroom, I saw a face and body that would hardly impress the orcs to whom I was about to be packed off like a spare bit of cargo for six months. Why? What what did my father have to gain from sending me to a group of people who, until my teenage years, had been our enemies? They weren’t exactly our best friends now either.

The orcs right across the continent had begun to think about trade with us since Khraxh and her warband had first agreed to peace talks, and while the mountain orcs were still ferociously opposed to any kind of truce or trade talks with the soft, plains- and forest-dwelling humans, Khraxh had clearly seen the advantages that at least a ‘polite understanding’ would have with us. We had the monopoly on iron ore with our goblin-run mines to the east, and due to our superior charcoal burning techniques, we were able to forge steel like almost no one else, save perhaps the goblins themselves.

Goblins, like humans, had a long and turbulent history with orcs. Historically, encounters between the two peoples mostly ended in absolute annihilation of entire goblin communities by the larger and stronger orcs - hence their very slight preference for dealing with humans. It really was only a slight preference, however. Goblins were wary and untrusting of most folks, but it was understandable. They were a skittish, intolerant folk, quick to be offended and even quicker to give it.

Staring into that age-freckled mirror, I saw my lacklustre, pale skin, with no distinguishing features, save perhaps for my mother’s dark eyes and a slightly hooked nose. Where Dannan had been the golden boy of our family - qujite literally with his curly blond hair - I was the proverbial and, of late, the literal, dark horse. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark expression…

Needless to say, I got little sleep that night, which added to the dark shadows beneath those dark eyes. I turned it over and over as I lay amid the fine silk sheets. In the end, I came to the rather unsettling conclusion that my father hoped I wouldn’t survive my time with the orcs so that he could install someone like my cousin Balgrun on the throne after his demise. Not that anyone imagined that a king as tenacious and bitter as my father would ever give up his hold on life; he was simply too stubborn to die, I was sure of it. True, I was useful, but I was not a leader. I honestly crumbled to a trembling, stammering, sweating mess if I had to address the public myself, and I considered more than three people to be an abhorrent crowd. He’d raised me to be the shadow to my brother’s light, and I fulfilled that role too well to be trained to shine in public now.

Gritting my teeth the next morning, I stood on the sweeping steps of the royal castle, awaiting the arrival of the orcs.

The squeal of a war boar from the far side of the castle’s curtain wall announced their presence before the trumpets and shouts did. I drew a deep breath and kept my skinny hands folded behind my back. No need to let them see me shaking. The king emerged from the doors behind me and fixed me with his usual, emotionless glower. “Don’t embarrass me, son,” he muttered under his breath. “They do us great honour by taking you to the heart of their lands for so long a time.”

I raised my eyebrow. My mother had been able to do that, according to Rigmore. The castle steward and she had apparently been good friends, and when I had learned to do it, he had laughed and said I was the picture of my mother. Naturally, I did it around my father whenever I could just to rile him up. “Tell me, father,” I said with carefully controlled coolness in my voice. “What exactly do you hope to achieve out of my royal stay with — what was it you called them yesterday? — oh yes… ‘those beasts’.”

His lip curled and his eye twitched. “You will do well not to repeat that, boy,” he snarled.

I laughed and shook my head. “Out of the two of us, I seem to be the only one who values my hide, father. Fear not though, I have no intention of pissing off my captors.”

“Captors? Guardians, more like. The honour of hosting the son of the most powerful king on this continent will not be lost on them,” he said fervently, grey eyes drifting to the portcullis and main entrance to the bailey behind me.

“Surely you had some mission in mind for me then?”

“Win them over with that naive charm of yours,” he said dismissively, still not looking at me. “You could have charmed your way into the beds of half the nobility of this kingdom, despite your… physique… Fuck them if you have to,” he said in a hiss in my ear, “But I want them in an advantageous trade deal by the end of next spring. Butter them up, win their trust, and we’ll have the brutes in our pockets.”

“And if I don’t manage that?” I asked.

His eyes flashed. “Then you really aren’t of any use to me at all, are you?”

It wasn’t a wholly unexpected answer. The man was always the king before he was my father, but still, I barked out a loud and undignified laugh just as the orcs entered amid a clatter of cloven trotters and squealing war beasts, feeling empty and hollow. “Goddess be merciful,” I cursed. “You just want me out of the way while you wine and dine Balgrun in my absence. Oh yes,” I chuckled back at him over my shoulder, practically skipping down the stairs and strangely looking forward to my six month ‘holiday’ from the backstabbing and conniving of the castle. “I asked around; I know you’re asking my dear little cousin to stay. Perhaps you can show him the ropes in six months, and perhaps the orcs will decide I’m more useful as a toothpick than a diplomat, and you’ll have a reason to go to war with them again, wipe them off the plains, and then nothing will stand in your way between the coast and the mountains.”

And with that, I left him sputtering on the steps, his face a rather nasty puce colour. I’d figured out his alternative plan, and if he thought for a moment I was going to let him have it, he was a dotard.

“Greetings,” I said, addressing Vilugh in the common Trade Tongue. “Regrettably I have not had the chance to learn your language yet, otherwise I would have greeted you in your own tongue.”

The orc swung down from his boar and dropped the reins to the flagstone floor, ground-tying the beast the same way I might have ground-tied my mare. Starling was, to my relief, already saddled and ready for me, standing with her bridle in the hands of a groom and stamping her hoof in anticipation of an outing.

Vilugh was every bit as colossal and imposing as I remembered him from the last time I’d seen him, if not more so. I knew he had to be ten years or so older than me, and if he was thirty five, he was still in his absolute prime. His green-skinned chest was largely bare, save for the leather strap that reached diagonally from one hip to the opposite shoulder, holding up the leather hunting skirt that hugged his hips and hid very little from the imagination. He didn’t have the defined abs of the veiner fighters I’d seen who liked to show off their lean, oiled bodies for the attention of the crowd, but his middle was packed with solid fat and muscle that spoke of the strength of two or three oxen. His thighs could have crushed one of our warhorses to a bloody slurry if he’d fancied trying, and his hands were as big as the buckler shields favoured by fancy duellers in the city. Small for a shield, but very big for a hand.

His eyes were still that unnerving black that I recalled from my youth, and they were every bit as perceptive as I remembered too. He raked his gaze up my slim form, no doubt also cataloguing my physical features and sartorial preferences. That day I had chosen simple buckskin leggings, suitable for long distance riding, and a loose, linen shirt. My hair was tied back in a practical style at the nape of my neck, and across the front of my saddle, I had instructed my servant to tie a leather hunter’s jerkin for when evening drew in and it inevitably got much colder. In my saddlebags I had had simple, comfortable clothing packed, with none of the fripperies and fineries with which a prince might be expected to travel. Orcs were a pragmatic and practical people, and having a whiny prince demanding to stop for wine and grapes halfway there would win me no favours with them.

“We can teach you to speak orcish if you want,” Vilugh said in a voice like a rock slide.

I couldn't help but grin at the chance to learn something else, and nodded. “Thank you. I’d like that. I can’t promise to be any good, but I’ll try.”

To my surprise, Vilugh laughed. “From what I hear, you’re a quick learner, prince. You’ll catch on quick enough I reckon.”

Relief washed through me. The warrior was polite and had a sense of humour. As much as my father’s court frustrated me, I knew where to tread there, and how far I could push and poke before I risked too much. With the orcs, I had no idea yet what might provoke them or amuse them. I also had no idea how they felt about this arrangement, or how my presence among them would be received.

“If you’d like to rest or feed your mounts, and seek the same for yourself, then please make yourselves comfortable, otherwise I’m ready to leave whenever you are.” I left it up to him to decide, and after a quick look at my father, still standing on the castle steps like a lone lion on a rock while hyenas prowled below, Vilugh shot me a look of a different calibre.

“These boar can ride all day without stopping for food or water; three days without rest,” he said in a measured voice, walking at my side and casting my entire body into shadow with his immense height and breadth.

He was testing me, and I didn’t fall for it. “And yet the ride from your mother’s bastion is four days from here,” I replied with the same even tone.

Vilugh’s eyes glittered with amusement. “The piss you people drink for ale should be enough for now.”

It was easy enough for me to take a chance on his sense of humour with my father’s bowmen lining the walls and the honour guard ranged up the stairs nearby. “For you or for the boars?” I quipped, turning away and inviting him to follow me.

Again, the massive - and honestly quite intimidating - orc let out a long, loud belly-laugh of amusement. “Hay will do for the boars just now, though they prefer meat when they can get it.”

“I’ll bear that in mind,” I muttered.

The boars were seen to, and I led Vilugh and the two other orcs who had accompanied him up to meet my father. Neither Vilugh nor his fellow warriors bowed or bent the knee to my father I was pleased to note, and it got my father’s hackles up like a like a bristling tomcat. I almost could have kissed the enormous warrior just for putting my father on the back foot already, but honestly, what did he expect? Did he think the orcs would prostrate themselves before him? They’d hardly done that last time, so I couldn’t imagine he’d be so conceited as to think they’d do it this time.

“Your majesty,” Vilugh said.

“Welcome,” my father said, his tone more tightly-clipped than the box hedge in the castle’s knot garden. “Will you be staying for some refreshments before you return to your people with my son?”

“Just long enough to give the boars a breather,” Vilugh said with easy diplomacy.

The other warriors he’d brought with him were the older, one-armed orc I’d skittered away from as a child, and a female I didn’t recognise but who had the most incredible, blue eyes I’d ever seen. Vilugh must have caught me admiring her in the great hall because he leaned in close and growled without real sting, “Stare too long at my sister and she’ll most likely cut out your eyes, princeling.”

“I was just admiring hers,” I yipped quickly, regretting the rather boyish note to my usually hoarse tenor. “Blue eyes are not so common in these parts, that’s all. I meant no offence by it.”

Seated beside him at the table, she leaned close to her brother and barked something in orcish at him. He looked briefly back at me, and then responded in the same. They conversed for a moment and I sat there with my spine dead-straight and my jaw clenched. When Vilugh turned back to me, he grinned. “Rhana says that if the pretty human princeling wants to stare at her, he can, but he’ll have to answer to her wife when we get back.”

“Far be it from me to come between an orc and her wife,” I chuckled anxiously.

When Vilugh translated, they both laughed and Rhana reached behind her brother and cuffed me on the shoulder hard enough that I was almost sent reeling off my seat and onto the floor, which got another laugh out of them and drew a glare of daggers from my unnerved father. Good. Let him be baffled that I was already getting along with these warriors like soldiers in the barracks. He’d clearly not expected me to have any idea how to behave around them, but while I didn’t spend my spare time in our own guards’ barracks, I observed the way everyone in the castle interacted with each other. It was what I’d been trained to do, after all: notice things and remember them.

All in all, the orcs didn't linger long, and we were on our way within an hour.

The pace of the first few hours of the ride alternated between a brisk walk and trotting, though my mare jogged excitedly for the first hour of that until I finally convinced her that we were in it for the long haul. The grooms kept her fit and well-schooled since I couldn’t step away from the castle regularly enough to do it myself, but by the end of the day, even my indomitable Starling was beginning to flag. I patted her neck and murmured that we’d probably break camp soon, and, sure enough, we did.

Once a small fire was lit, with the dry twigs of plains brush-scrub, and carefully warded in a low pit to stop it spreading across the arid plain, I drew out my rations from my saddlebag and Vilugh shot me a look of mild surprise.

“What?” I asked, nervous that I’d committed some inadvertent transgression by digging in before they’d started eating.

After a moment, the orc heaved himself down onto the ground beside me, long, black plait thwacking against his back at the motion. Then he said almost conspiratorially, “You’re not what I was expecting.”

Unwrapping the bread and hard cheese from their waxed linen wrappings, I frowned. “Just what were you expecting, might I ask?”

He shrugged a massive shoulder and drew out a similarly wrapped parcel - much larger - with dried meat and a hard looking biscuit that I thought would probably crack my own teeth before it broke. “Honestly… going off the last time I saw you, and from what your father said of you in talks with my mother… I thought you’d be a fragile little bird. You’re not.” He looked at me, dark eyes glittering in the fire like polished onyx and added, “You are skinny as a bird, but you’re not weak.”

“How would you know?” I scoffed. “I could be too weak to draw my sword. It could just be strapped to my waist for show…” In fact, it was now unbuckled and lying behind me with my saddle and bags, while Starling was hobbled nearby and looking rather disdainfully at the slim grazing afforded by the scrubland where we’d paused. Finest high-summer hay, it was not.

“You move like a dancer,” he said, and I immediately choked on a breadcrumb.

He had to slap me on the back and offered me a skin of water. I washed the offending clog down and gawped at him. “What would you know about human dancers?” I asked without thinking.

“I’ve travelled to the cities on the coast,” he said. “They dance in the marketplaces on festival days.”

“Oh,” I said. And then my cheeks flushed. “I’m not… You know… those dancers are… uh… paid to do more than dance… shall we say.”

It took Vilugh a moment to catch on, but he seemed embarrassed at his mistake. “I meant no insult by it,” he said. “They’re very beautiful.”

“That they are,” I admitted. My father had tried to entice three of them into bed with me after one evening spent in the company of one of his duchesses, but when I’d shown more interest in her library than her twittering prostitutes, he’d given up. Apparently the finest courtesans in the land weren’t going to make me proper man in his eyes, so it wasn’t worth trying.

Vilugh must have seen my memories swirling across my face, because he didn’t bring it up again, and we ate in a rather awkward silence after that. The orcs drew lots for the watch, and Vilugh drew the first and insisted that as their guest, I should not be expected to deprive myself of sleep. Plus, apparently, the next day’s riding would be harder and he didn’t want me falling out of my saddle when I dozed off. Also orcs’ eyes were more like cats’ eyes in the dark, I discovered, when I looked up and saw Rhana’s glinting at me from across the fire and nearly had a heart attack. She laughed and wished me pleasant dreams.

Taking their well-meaning jibes in my stride, I nodded and bedded down in my humble bedroll. It was the type that hunters used, made of breathable buckskin and lined with fleece to keep off the chill of the plains, and although I’d only spent one or two nights in it in my life, I slept better that night than I had in years, not waking until Vilugh's surprisingly gentle touch at my shoulder stirred me not long after dawn.

Over the course of the next few days, Starling developed a comical rivalry with Rhana’s boar, the two taking every opportunity to bite or scuffle with each other, though it never seemed to get truly vicious enough for either of us to worry about, so we let it play out to our amusement. Perhaps because of that and perhaps because I just simply liked them for their gruff honesty, by the time the wooden palisade walls of the orcish war-band’s permanent stronghold drew into view on a wind-blown hilltop, I felt relatively comfortable with the three orcs who had been sent to fetch me.

The older one with one arm was called Rhakak, and was apparently Vilugh’s cousin. He was taciturn and unflinching, watchful and grim, but not aggressive towards me. I still gave him a wide berth though.

But if I’d thought Rhakak was intimidating, it was nothing to Vilugh's mother.

I remembered her from her visit to the castle, but nothing could quite have prepared me for the sheer presence the matriarch had amongst her own people. She was standing waiting for us as we rode up to the walls of the stronghold, and even though Vilugh had told me that Khraxh wouldn’t hold me to the same etiquette as she would a visiting orc, I still nearly shat my pants in fear when I got off Starling’s back and found her surveying me with a distinctly unimpressed look on her weathered, beautiful face.

She really was beautiful. Her body was honed and muscular, but her movements were sleek and efficient, and in much the way a war galley cuts through the water and bristles with power, so she moved with the dormant power of a life-long warrior. Her long, thick hair had turned grey in the intervening decade since I’d seen her, and she’d lost half a tusk too, but the way the gathered orcs arranged themselves around her reminded me of a wolf and her pack. She commanded absolute obedience in them, and unyielding loyalty. In that moment, I did feel afraid, and suddenly very much not up to the seemingly impossible task I had been set.

With a rather endearing patience, Vilugh had taught me the phrase to speak in orcish upon meeting her, and once I could finally get my tongue around the complex vocal gymnastics of the orcish language, he said I would not be flayed alive for completely embarrassing my tutor.

Thus, upon our first meeting, I nearly sprained my jaw, but I gained perhaps a modicum of respect from the veteran war chief. As the three orcs sent to the castle to fetch me had now bowed, neither did I, but I did incline my head as I spoke. There was no need to act like a prideful brat after all.

If my father was expecting me to make enemies of these people and inadvertently lure them into killing me and sparking a war, then I was bloody well going to do the opposite. I wasn’t a warrior, but I had my mind, and I was damned if I was going to fuck things up and go down in history as the skinny little prince who kicked off the orc-human conflict all over again.

Humble but not meek, studious but not annoyingly curious, polite but not obsequious, opinionated but not obnoxious… I began to feel my way through the stronghold’s hierarchy, and miraculously survived my first week there without insulting anyone.

One week down, twenty three more to go…

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Cordy the vampire slayer

Cordy and Buffy Bodyswap au

Request: Hi, if you have time could you write a Buffy and Cordelia Body Swap fanfic? Set in the early episodes of Season 2? Giles tells Buffy about a special holiday for slayers, where the slayer can temporarily switch bodies with anyone she chooses and after an argument with Cordy, Buffy accidentally makes her choice. The only problem was that Giles never got to finish telling Buffy how long the switch would last — three months!

Requested by: Anon + @archiefan23

A/N: Just a little warning that Cordy kisses Angel as Buffy at one point. I really enjoyed this one !! Sorry it took so long to post love 💖

It was late morning. But the heat was rising by the minute. It was the kind of sunny day that held a multitude of possibilities. The temperature in the high school library was warmer still, but not uncomfortably so. It surrounded them in a glow that marked the beginning of summer. The kind of summer they hoped would spell demons and the like taking the same long break to sunbathe as they wished to.

Giles was in his usual suit, he wore his old faithful no matter the weather. The others figured there must be some kind of magic, breathable material tailored to him as otherwise he would be sweating buckets.

Xander, Buffy and Cordelia were waiting for Willow to arrive as Giles paced, figuring out how exactly to begin his speech without boring the teenagers to death. Unfortunately, this particular battle was one that would never be won.

Willow arrived, apologising and rushing to sit beside Xander giving him a bright smile. Giles nodded at her before turning to reveal

Giles sets the green, jagged stone in the centre of the table. Everyone just stared. It had begun to glow. The first time in a few decades.

“In every generation-”

“Oh I know this one!”

“-Yeah, there is a chosen one, yada yada-”

“No, well – yes. But, that was not what I was explaining. It is good, however, that you do actually heed what I tell you”

“God, Giles, nobody can forget it”

“I have dreams of that speech” Willow agreed.

“Nightmares” Xander added, shuddering.

“Yes, well, moving on from that enthused rally of support – in every generation there is a moment in the Slayer’s life where her consciousness may switch with that of a human. It is tradition that this would allow her to hone her skill and-”

“Well, I’m sold” Buffy shrugged, thinking of all of the free time she could have.

“-It was, ah, a vacation in some way and in others it was a sentence upon the woman that she swapped forms with”

“A sentence? Like, she had to write a paper on being a Slayer for the day? That’s horrible” Cordy said as Willow and Xander rolled their eyes at each other.

“Well, no – no nothing like this. The woman would endure being the slayer and survive unscathed would walk on the path of the righteous. She could be mythologised depending on how well she adapts to the gift”

“Yeah, like it could even be that hard!” Cordelia immediately scoffed whilst filing her nails.

“You wouldn’t last a minute, Cor”

“Oh yeah? Try me. I could slay twice as good as you!” she insisted indignantly, her hands on her hips.

“Yeah but Buffy would still get all the credit – you would be operating her body like some kind of whacky sci-fi feature” Xander added which made Cordy consider it. But, nonetheless she snatched up the stone and gestured for Buffy to do the same.

“Well, like, we would all know”

Buffy was pleased, mostly she wanted to have the day off. She thought Cordy had a pretty sweet gig. She was popular, athletic and people seemed to respect her. Plus she had seen the barista in the local coffee shop always gave her free Frappuccino’s.

So, they agreed. Giles asked several times if they were sure and they both raised an eyebrow and tried to get him to hurry up. Cordy decided she could track Devon down and show him exactly what he deserved for ignoring her for so long.

Giles put his hands over theirs who were clasped around the stone, palms glowing green as he recited the ancient rites. They stared at each other, their own bodies and facial expressions looked almost alien. It was really strange and Buffy couldn’t stop staring down at Cordy’s hands that were now hers.

The bell went and everyone went their separate ways. This could be fun, both thought at the exact same time. Cordy and Buffy couldn’t stop beaming for the entire day. They were really enjoying the swap. Cordelia would even write a paper on her day she was in such a good mood.

Cordy immediately skipped her morning classes and went to the beauty salon, to try and do something about Buffy’s hair and nightmare she called nailbeds. She was doing the girl a favour and it relaxed her anyway.

She found Devon and flipped him over her head with ease, warning him to call Cordelia back which he insisted he would and scrambled away. She dusted her hands off and put her hands on her hips proudly.

Buffy on the other hand went to all of Cordelia’s classes with little to think about other than whether that hot guy at the back was staring at her. She could just sit there with little expectation of her and enjoy it. She didn’t have to think about anything and it was really fun. She didn’t even mind sitting for Harmony for half an hour discussing the merits of a new hair serum.

It was going well. That first day was the easiest one and they were both convinced the other had it easy still. That was, until the revelation Giles was about to bestow on them. It was the end of the day and both met at the Library at the end of the day.

They returned to Giles in order to switch back. They just presumed this holiday was for a day before they were allowed to turn back. When they said this, Giles had to break it to them. Giles squinted, realising he hadn’t explained properly. They would be doing this for three months. At this revelation both of them began speaking over each other in their horror.

��That’s not a vacation, that’s squatting! This is a human rights violation, she should be paying rent to be living in there” Cordelia, from inside Buffy’s body, screeched.

“You should call your lawyer. Oh, wait – is he my lawyer now?” Buffy asked, deep in thought.

“Perhaps, uh, this will prove a pivotal part of understanding the other’s-”

“Oh my God! This is so not happening!” Cordelia spoke over Giles’ probably very profound explanation and instead stormed away.

She got in her car and started to drive towards her house, realising that she couldn’t go home. She scowled and reversed, driving to Revello Drive and tried to figure out which of the tiny box rooms was hers.

Buffy stayed with Giles and tried to see if there was a quick fix, but there was honestly nothing that he could do. He offered to drive her to Cordelia’s house and insisted that he would be there for her and Cordelia for the next few months.

The first month:

It had been a struggle. Neither of them were communicating much and Gies had insisted that the slayer still had to

It was ruining Cordy’s social life (not that she was convinced that Buffy had one anyway). She turned up to school after being driven by Joyce which she found kind of embarrassing but again, didn’t really mind seeing as nobody would know it was her.

Buffy’s arm was in a sling as she walked through the corridors. Cordelia had been trying to slay the night before and had fallen awkwardly onto her arm. No thanks to the real Buffy, who hadn’t come to help her.

As she was passed by herself, she reached and clasped her good hand around her wrist and pulled her with her. She tried to struggle but her new superstrength gave her the upper hand.

“Bathroom. Now!” Cordy squinted at herself and pulled Buffy with her again when she didn’t move of her own accord. Cordelia checked that the bathroom was empty before rounding on her.

“You know… if that happened last night your arm should be healed. Benefit of the slayer deal” Buffy offered before she could open her mouth, still trying to get used to navigating Cordelia’s body.

“Oh, yeah, I know - it’s fine. I just wanted a little sympathy but everyone kinda ignores you in the halls, huh?” she muttered, taking the sling from her shoulder and trashing it.

“Well-”

“Not the point! Where were you last night?! There was a vampire and it was like he knew every punch I was gonna throw!”

“How rude of him”

“I know!” Cordy agreed before stopping, realising Buffy wasn’t actually as invested as she was.

It was weird to Buffy how easily she had slid into being the popular girl again but it was a complete breath of relief. As if the entire world had been removed from her shoulders. She felt so much lighter.

“Ugh, just ‘cause you’re so boring and take slaying so seriously and vampires are like obsessed with you doesn’t mean that you have to be such a bitch!”

“I’m a bitch? You’re the queen of b-”

“You’re so gonna regret this, Buffy, I could make your high school career a living hell! Worse than any Hellmouth-!”

“Do you know what? I’m Cordelia Chase – I don’t take crap from anyone! Have a nice slay, oh, I mean day!” Buffy smiled overly sweetly before walking away. Cordy screamed in frustration, slamming her hand against a bathroom stall and ending up punching her entire fist through it in her frustration. Leaving her screaming again, but this time the door took the brunt of her annoyance.

After their exchange in the bathroom, both women decided they were going to make the most of the swap. By messing with the other and their lives. They were set on annoying the other just like they annoyed them.

Both ended up bickering more than usual if they ever saw passed each other. They started to say things or do things slightly out of character to annoy the person whose real life it was. This carried on for a few weeks. Cordelia started to show her strength more obviously, making more and more people question Buffy. Buffy started to pretend she couldn’t pick up even the easiest part of choreography for cheerleading.

Then, one day something happened that Cordelia saw as the final straw. Buffy walked in, as Cordelia, with her hair in a complete mess. She didn’t style Cordy’s hair and walked around all day with a birds nest. Cordy grabs her and tries to style it out, attacking her with a hair brush.

“Does my face really do that when I’m annoyed?”

“All the time” She replied, rolling her eyes. She tried to brush her hair again, but it was no use.

“No, I think the style’s really gonna catch on” Cordelia’s own face was smiling infuriatingly back at her. She was horrified. She was sure that she would never live this down. Her hair looked horrific.

“Fine. Then- then I’ll let everyone know I’m a slayer. I’m sure your Mom-”

“Cordelia! You can’t!”

“Then someone will have to discover that a tangle teaser is our friend”

Buffy soon realises that Cordelia means it and eventually gives in, which allows them a tenuous truce from there on in.

Cordelia and Buffy walked back home in the dark together, mostly in silence. They walk side by side until Buffy says goodnight and walks towards Cordelia’s house which would probably be empty when she got there. Cordelia warned her she wasn’t allowed to drive her car, she didn’t trust her.

It suddenly begins to hit each of them though, as they walked their separate ways. That their lives aren’t quite as easy as they expected.

Cordy realised she’s suddenly making all the tough decisions. The responsibility on her shoulders. Everyone automatically looked at her for guidance, to make the decisions – just because she had Buffy’s face. It was actually really hard.

Not to mention, Joyce’s parenting style was almost suffocating to her and Cordelia barely held back her snapping. She wasn’t used to someone asking after her every movement.

Plus, it was absolutely exhausting juggling slaying, sneaking out and pretending to be normal. She didn’t know why Buffy bothered. Because some gross men said so, like years ago? Cordy insisted if she was Buffy she would have quit. But, again, here she was still playing along even for the next few months without refusing to slay.

Meanwhile, Buffy was feeling how acutely Cordelia’s loneliness appeared to bleed into every aspect of her life. At home, she wasn’t really listened to no matter how rude or loud that she was. Her parents were rarely ever present and when they were it was to give her gifts to make up for all the time they were about to spend away again.

Buffy didn’t enjoy hanging out with Harmony and the rest of Cordy’s friends. None of them seemed to genuinely care about the other. Or share any meaningful bond. In fact, it didn’t seem that they cared for anyone except themselves and as soon as one walked away, they appeared to immediately begin to be rude about the others.

These new realities they have been planted in, these new perspectives gave them both something to think on. But it didn’t take from the fact that they were still so very annoyed with the other.

Month Two:

They had a lot of time to think, while living the other’s life. There was chance to reflect on themselves and the life of the other. In some sense, they were jealous and completely relieved there was an end to this.

The pair had began to bond a little more since the previous month where they were at each other’s throats. There was something about literally living another’s life that made them suddenly bonded together. Even if they didn’t really want to be.

Buffy just tried to avoid Cordy’s friends as much as possible rather than being rude to them. She didn’t want to upset Cordelia’s chance at popularity too much – she was starting to get it now, it was the way that Cordy could feel better about herself.

Towards the end of the second month, Cordelia had got into the swing of slaying by herself since those first rocky weeks. She found herself enjoying the daily exercise routine (she decided she would totally be bringing that back with her when they swapped back).

Cordelia and Buffy had been spending a lot more time together. Cordelia was in her own room – finally. Buffy’s home was a lot smaller, something she called ‘cute’ to her face but Buffy knew what she meant by it.

“When you said have a walk in your shoes, I wasn’t expecting to have to run the vampire-mile in last season’s boots” Cordy huffed, combing through the blonde hair she was still trying to get accustomed to while she looked in the mirror. She was getting angry at it, it was near-impossible to maintain in the way she was used to. Buffy always made it look so pretty. She missed her own brunette hair. She missed the way people would cower as she walked through the halls. She missed not having to

But, she liked that she could relax around the Scoobies and not have to worry about her image, not that she would admit it of course.

“Well, I always wear a heel that has a supportive ankle - y’know, for maximum slayage” Buffy shrugged and smiled, filing her nails in the way that Cordelia usually would. The change was a lot easier for Buffy seeing as this was the life she lived in Emery. It was sort of nostalgic to relive her more carefree years.

“It’s not even that hard, Cordelia. I mean, I don’t know how you hang out with Harmony and those other girls. They’re so shallow and kinda cruel” Buffy held herself back from including Cordy in the kind of girl that was cruel too.

Buffy, despite noticing the drawbacks of Cordy’s life really needed the holiday. She didn’t have any responsibility. She didn’t have to lift a finger at home and she could basically do whatever she liked whenever she liked. Cordelia’s parents barely even saw her.

“But, it never stops! Ever!”

“You’re doing this for what? Another month. You’re doing such a great job – really. Just let me have this last month and then everything goes back to normal”

“That’s easy for you to say! I mean, I have to be the Slayer and what? No soul-having hunk of goodness on my arm!?” Cordelia continued to whine as she got the comb caught in her blonde hair again. She tugged too hard and snapped the object clean in half. She groaned in annoyance. That was the last straw. She huffed and threw the pieces of the comb to the vanity table.

Buffy bit back a smile at Cordy’s overreaction. It was the opposite for her, an inconvenience not to have her strength. She felt weak and had a newfound appreciation for how her friends managed to fight vampires without any powers at their disposal.

However, Cordelia was sick of superstrength and vampire dust that seemed to get everywhere. This gave her an idea that would stay in the back of her mind. Cordy remembered that Angel had been out of town and would be returning for Buffy’s birthday. Interesting.

Buffy looked up, feeling sorry for Cordy. She knew how it felt to be out of your depth and she didn’t have the same kind of support system that Buffy did. Despite Buffy enjoying the freedom she had, she knew that this meant Cordelia wasn’t close with her parents. And her friends were shallow and wholly unsupportive. This realisation is why she offered what she did.

“Cordy? I can help, you know. With the slaying” Buffy offered softly. She was starting to realise she had just left Cordelia to it. Had begun by making her actual life harder too. It made the other woman look over, raising an eyebrow.

“Why would you want to help me?” Cordelia squinted as if she was suspicious, but Buffy just shrugged.

It made each woman think about why they had agreed to swap and what it would mean to work together rather than struggle alone. They nodded at each other, not really sure where they stood with the other.

Month three:

By the third month, both women knew the drill. Buffy would help train Cordelia and provide her with the most knowledge she could about slaying and how to improve. Which, the girl was surprisingly taking in her stride. She had slain three vampires by herself and with a very artistic flourish the night previous.

Cordelia used Buffy’s strength to her advantage spinning into a kick that would have made her overbalance before. She landed a few blows this time before she was thrown into a gravestone. She got up immediately, not allowing herself to stay down. She then charged at the vampire, plunging the stake into his chest leaving him dust in the wind.

She grinned in excitement. It truly was getting easier that slaying gig. She knew she was right – she could totally do it.

“Yeah! Take that, creep!” Cordy shouted at the pile of dust before jumping up and down over how easily she had taken that vamp down.

“Now we just need to work on your puns” Buffy added, her arms crossed as she watched.

“Only people with nothing interesting to say uses puns… oh, and you, obviously” Cordy added with a little shrug. They decided to call it a night and both were only hoping that no apocalypses threatened whilst they were still swapped. She was getting good but still.

During this time, Cordelia had also given Buffy pointers about how to enhance her popularity. To follow the age-old saying ‘Be more Cordy’. She helped her make up with Harmony by buying her something expensive and definitely not apologising to her.

It was still hard and Cordelia was always complaining whilst simultaneously gushing about the work-out routine she was picking up from this swap. She insisted she was going to do a slayer-inspired exercise video and make, like, millions from it which always made Buffy roll her eyes.

Buffy was sitting with her now usual gang of Cordettes hanging around her. She was counting to one hundred mentally in her mind until she would make an excuse and leave them to go to the library. She just hoped that she wouldn’t get seen entering again or face another war of passive-aggression with Harmony. This was one daily battle that she would rather take on an apocalypse over.

“So, what about you and Devon? He’s totally hot” Harmony afforded, “Not as much as my guy, obviously, but some people just have to lower their expectations right?” She smiled sweetly in that way Buffy had now become accustomed to.

“Yeah, Mr invisible sounds totally hot” Buffy quipped, knowing she could at least get away with that. It made the others giggle. Harmony always talking about this mystery guy but nobody had ever seen him.

Buffy sighed as she thought about all of the men she had encountered since she had swapped bodies with Cordy, and what they had propositioned to her at the Bronze. Buffy realised that men tended to try to use Cordelia and then just as quickly begin to ignore her. She does use her looks but she never ends up getting what she wants. She wants a committed relationship, companionship. It made Buffy really sad for her, she finally understood what Cordelia meant about being lonely despite having so many people around her.

She then turns to Harmony and insists, scarily exactly like Cordy would, that he was a total burnout loser with no prospects and even less in his pockets. Total no-go. The way gossip worked at Sunnydale, Devon would be blacklisted by anyone who was anyone by the final bell.

Which, is something she probably wouldn’t have done if she had known what Cordelia was planning to do that evening.

Cordy greeted Angel that evening and he smiled. It was Buffy walking towards him, how could he not smile? Angel opened his mouth to say something but she immediately crashed her lips to his. She kissed urgently, a hint of desperation and need that he would have found nice if it had actually been Buffy kissing him.

He frowned, somehow he could just sense that something wasn’t right. He stilled her, his hands on her upper arm. He pulls back, scanning her face. He squints, not sure if he should say something.

“You’re not…”

“Oh, come on… baby, I’m the slayer and you’re the soulfully good vampire. Let’s- do it” Cordy used her best seductive face, which admittedly worked better with her own features but she worked with what she had.

“Buffy, maybe we should… patrol” angel said, his voice wavered as his forehead furrowed. Something just wasn’t right.

Buffy sighed deeply and rolled her eyes and it reminded him of someone. She turned to leave but he called to her before she did, “Cordelia?” Angel tried and Buffy’s eyes met his immediately.

“How…?”

“You’re not her…” Angel admitted, looking at the floor.

“But I look like her, I’m stuck here with her entire wardrobe! What’s the big?” She sighed, her loneliness bubbling back to the surface. Ashe didn’t know whether to lash out or just cry at the rejection. She was a strong person and yet she was crumbling at the way that even as Buffy who appeared to have everything she couldn’t replicate it the same.

“Love isn’t about looks. Or, how nice your outfits are, which, um – they are pretty” He assured her, trying to soften the blow, “It-it’s something you feel deep inside. Something you know without having to question or second-guess yourself. It’s… her”

Cordy sat on the side of her bed and Angel sat beside her, comforting her. She was upset at this. Nobody had ever felt so deeply for her, she was sure of it. And it stung.

“Why does nobody like me for me? Why do I do everything and still have nobody?”

“You’re a great girl-” Angel started awkwardly, not really sure how to comfort the girl. But at these words, Cordelia suddenly stood up and left, running to Buffy’s house and hiding in her room. Just hiding her tears until she closed Buffy’s bedroom door behind her. She wanted a love story. Why did she feel like a secondary character in her own life?

The next day at school, it was finally the day. The day that Cordelia and Buffy were supposed to swap back.

Angel had explained to Buffy what had happened (although his eye contact was anywhere but her face as he found it weird to be so comfortable talking to Cordy this way). But rather than Buffy flipping out, as she might have done say three months earlier, she realised exactly why Cordy would have tried it on with Angel. Especially so after realising just how lonely it can be living Cordy’s life.

“Cor, I know what happened last night”

“Oh, yeah? What is loser just stamped on my forehead?” Cordy sighed and when she saw the look her own face was giving her she understood. Buffy wasn’t trying to be cruel or laugh at her rejection. She softened slightly, “I’m sorry okay? I am”

“Look, I know we’re not close-”

“And our hair is a very different style and texture” Cordy added without thinking.

“Our slaying abilities are different too” Buffy muttered under her breath and then shook her head at herself. She really was easily sucked into being the popular girl, “We’re not close but we’re a lot more similar than I ever thought. I get it, okay?”

Buffy took Cordelia’s hand in her own and offered her a comforting gesture. So much was left unsaid and yet both felt understood by the other in a way that had never really happened before.

“It’s tough at the top and we’re just both at the top of our worlds” Cordelia nodded along. Buffy’s the slayer of slayers and she slays the rest of the student body to be the most popular. It can be so lonely at the top and both understood the other in a much different way than they ever had before.

Cordy’s words made Buffy smile but she nodded. It was easier for Cordelia to express herself this way. Both of them were glad that they were changing back but they would miss the way that their weird friendship had blossomed through the last three months.

They understood completely now the pressure the other was under. Their points of view. Their lives. They were both hard in their own way. Maintaining Cordelia’s popularity alone was exhausting.

Giles returned to the library, nodding at the pair of them. Telling them that he was proud of the pair of them. Cordelia really had proved herself and Buffy had shown herself as someone who can support others and allow them to learn under her guidance. This admittance made both women gasp, both of them longed for a father figure and Giles saying this made both of them remember this moment for a long time after.

He recited the words, safe in the knowledge that both girls had learnt to work together in the way he had hoped upon his suggestion. Buffy needed to take a step back to have a break to appreciate her gift whilst understanding she had allies she could equally turn to for support.

A green hue lit up the room as their bodies swapped back. There was a final rush of cold air, making them both shiver and instinctually step back from each other.

This was right. Their own body, lives, returned to them. They shared a smile, a small nod of understanding before Buffy launched herself at Cordy. Pulling her into a hug. Both of their eyes were watering, it had been a long past three months.

The girls had never felt close, mostly because they hadn’t really understood the other. Not like this. But now they were sure that they would keep this bond for the rest of their lives.

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Descendants of Despair Part 54

We drove around the block, looking for a place to park that would be hidden enough. We had our whole lives in that car, so it was a risk to leave it unattended. After we had parked, Jake left the security of the vehicle, opening the boot to make sure his gear was completely covered with bunched up blankets. I grabbed my backpack and ensured everything was securely zipped in place before putting it onto my back. “Right, let’s go,” I said quietly. “You lead, I feel better following you, it’s out of my depth to do it alone.” Jake suggested and I nodded, stepping into a deserted alleyway and looking for the easiest place to climb. I didn’t have any concerns about Jake keeping up. He may be a bit more hesitant than I was, but he definitely had the skill to keep up.

Spotting a skip bin, I ran towards it and jumped, landing agilely on the lid. The climb to the roof was a bit more challenging without a good fire escape. The windows provided foot and hand holds. I scaled up without too much problem, favouring the healing cut on my hand a little but otherwise without harm. Jake was hot on my heels as I landed on the first roof. I scanned the buildings, and identified the easiest route to where we needed to be, taking off at a run towards the nearest one in the correct direction. I landed a good distance onto the building and scanned quickly for the next best leap, taking off once more as Jake joined me. Finally, I reached one of the buildings I had marked for escape routes. We began dismantling the traps we had laid, leaving the remains scattered on the roof before jumping to the next building. Finally I stopped.

“This is the one he was on…” I motioned at the fire escape where a trap was set. Jake eyed it warily. “He may have tampered with it to turn it on us,” he sighed. I shrugged and pulled my backpack from my back. Opening it, I scavenged for something I wouldn’t mind parting with. Cringing, I grabbed the pottle of lavender body creme I had rubbed on Jake’s back and closed my bag again. Holding the pottle in my hands, I eyed the trap and threw the pottle into the middle, breaking it apart. “If it was tampered with, it should be fine now.” I sighed and made my way over to the remains. Reaching them, I kicked them warily with my toe. Jake appeared behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “There’s not much here to tell us how he got past it,” he murmured. I nodded weakly. “I’d been hoping for something that could hint at his identity.” I sighed.

“I get that, and it was worth a try anyway. He will slip up eventually and the more we know the better prepared we will be when that happens.” Jake said soothingly. “Let’s head back to the car and organise our next steps. By the time we get there, it will be around the time we need to start preparing King Kong for his starring role.” Jake’s statement coupled with his hopeful expression made me laugh. “Stop it,” I cringed, attempting to frown. In an attempt to meet my request, he took off running instead, still snickering as he did so.

Jake was getting a lot more confident in his jumps, hesitating less and leaping with more accurately and further with each time he tried. I slowed to watch and admire his movements. Even covered with a hoodie and jeans, it was easy to make out the definition of his muscles. He was like my complimenting image. Rivaling me with everything that I valued most about myself. Once we had landed on the building closest to the car, Jake stopped, suddenly unsure of himself. I grinned. “Stuck?” I asked innocently.

Jake frowned at me. “Not if you want me to be in one piece at the end of it,” he chuckled. I grinned and wrapped my arms around him. “I need you in one piece,” I murmured. He grinned. “That so?” he asked. I nodded. “Yep, you gotta pick me up after this meeting today.” I snickered. Jake groaned. “Is that all I am good for?” he whispered in my ear. “No, you’re good for other things too,” I murmured back. “Completely good for me.” This response had Jake smiling as he pulled away slightly and kissed me deeply. I pulled away hesitantly, not really wanting to let go. I looked down to the skip bin below, frowning. I was confident in scaling down and landing relatively safely, but I was concerned for Jake’s safety. “I’ll follow you,” he said, noticing my hesitancy.

I nodded and lay on the edge of the building, throwing my legs down towards the window sill below. Using the ledges, I made it to a safe distance before I dropped onto the lid of the skip bin then onto the ground. I watched Jake’s descent and was impressed at how well he was able to mimic my actions. “You amaze me,” I smiled as his feet hit the ground. He smiled and took my hand, leading me quickly back to the car with his head down. “Okay, we should organise the meet up. Do you want to text Dan or shall I?” He asked innocently but with a slight note of derision when he said Dan’s name. His comment was amusing and made me want to mess with him. “Oh, you can do that,” I replied dismissively, grinning slyly. “Oh ugh,” Jake groaned but pulled out his phone and raised his eyebrow at me. I nodded, grinned and gave him the thumbs up. “Funny, funny girl,” Jake sighed sarcastically. I snickered to myself as he penned his message. “You will come back to me in one piece so that I can pay you back for that,” Jake stated as he turned in his seat and pushed me back against mine, kissing me deeply. “I’ll be watching,” he murmured. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t fuck up again,”

Jake’s comment surprised me. I hadn’t considered how he would see missing the man without a face on camera as being his fault. I certainly didn’t blame him. I had missed him too. “Jake...you know, what happened wasn’t your fault. I missed him as well, until I was confronted with him. But remember we had planned the different escape routes well. I will always have the advantage over him up there.” Jake nodded, gripping the wheel tighter but not saying a word. I knew he was still blaming himself and there wasn’t much I could do to stop him. Hopefully, getting in and out safely today would be enough to fix things for him.

“Dan is ready when we are,” Jake muttered as he pulled close to the prison. I nodded and fixed my hood over my head once more, suddenly anxious. I didn’t know how to rely on anyone else. I hadn’t ever done this before, especially with someone I didn’t trust. Jake had been the one exception. He tended to be the one exception to everything. “Look, MC, I know this is hard for you as well, I’m not blind or stupid. I can see it is as stressful for you as for me...but maybe I can help alleviate that some...I may not like Dan...but I trust him,” he sighed. I looked at him questioningly, wondering if he was just saying that to help me. “Look, I am being honest with you. Somehow, for whatever reason, I trust him when it comes to this...maybe not anything else, but for this task, he really does seem to have your best interest at heart”. I smiled thankfully, understanding just how hard that was for him to admit.

“Here, take this,” I said, handing him my phone and backpack. “I don’t want them taking my stuff.” Jake nodded solemnly, pressed his lips against mine then turned his back on me. I sighed and hopped out, making my way to the prison entrance. Sure enough, Dan had kept his word and he was waiting for me out front. “So, he let you go alone then?” He asked. “Nobody ‘lets’ me do anything,” I growled snarkily and led the way into the reception area, followed by Dan.

Getting through the application process to see Phil was way less painful than I thought it would be. Dan took care of it, for the most part, as my mind was on things like keeping myself safe. The only concession I had to make before entering was removing my hood. Out of habit, I pulled my ponytail out and kept my head down, covering my face as best as I could. Finally, we were led down a corridor and into a large room with tables and chairs. Prisoners were sitting on one side and visitors on the other. The room was stark, white and surrounded by guards. Not an ideal place for a relaxing conversation. I began drumming my fingers on the table anxiously. Dan put his hand on mine, probably to try and get me to stop, but his touch had me immediately snatching my hand back. “Woah, chill,” he groaned. “So the hackerman touches you and you are fine with it, I try to settle you down and what? It’s like you’re being touched by something foul?” Before I could respond, two guards approached our table, leading a handcuffed Phil to us.

Part 55

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X-Men Abridged: 1968

The X-Men, those ever-so-slightly exhausting mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men 40 - 51) - written by Roy Thomas, Gary Friedrich and Arnold Drake. Drawn by Werner Roth, Don Heck, George Tuska and Jim Steranko

Did you know Frankenstein’s monster was an android, sent to earth by aliens as an ambassador?

My English Lit professor LIED TO ME! (X-Men 40)

Whereas last year served up a cohesive narrative by making it all about Factor Three, 1968 gives us a hodgepodge of clumsy and confusing storylines. This might be due to the different writers at the helm: last year was all about Roy Thomas, this year we’ve got three dudes pulling it in different directions.

What doesn’t change is the prose. So much purple prose.

Anyway, this year is all about THE DEATH OF PROFESSOR XAVIER and THE RETURN OF MAGNETO! (If you think this is terrific foreshadowing and not something that kills all narrative tension, boy howdy, you’ll love reading comics from this era.)

The best kind of foreshadowing drags you into an alley, punches you in the nose and steals your shoes. Fuck subtlety and proper twists. (X-Men 41)

Anyway, Xavier is acting all out of character: cranky, angry, impatient, barely using his powers for immoral purposes… He pushes the X-Men to the brink and continually sequesters himself with a troubled Jean.

Meanwhile, Bobby and Hank’s date with Zelda and Vera is interrupted… again. At this point, I just have to believe that Zelda and Vera are embroiled in some torrid lesbian relationship, while Hank and Bobby serve as their beards.ANYWAY, their date is interrupted by the Grotesk, the last remaining heir to an advanced subterranean species who have recently been slaughtered by an earthquake machine of human making. Look, how many underground societies does the Marvel Earth even have? Did these Grotesks live next to the Molemen? I…

In defense of Grotesk, spinning him around like a fucking bola is one of the top three things I´d like to do with Angel too. (X-Men 42)

The X-Men try to stop the Grotesk from sinking the Eastern seaboard into the Atlantic, and in the end, the Professor sacrifices himself to stop him, paying pays the ultimate price!

OR DOES HE

To make it even more tragic, apparently Xavier was dealing with some mysterious illness that neither human medicine nor mutant powers could cure. But before he died, he somehow transferred his powers to Jean. (Either pretend this happened or retcon it him awakening Jean’s latent telepathy.) Anyway, Chuck wanted to prepare them for the return of… Magneto. (Also Pietro and Wanda.)

Quicksilver crashes Xavier’s funeral, unsure whether he should ask the X-Men for help. He doesn’t. Meanwhile, Magneto somehow has duped some hapless time-displaced TikTokker into filming the grisly affair. (X-Men 43)

What follows is a sort of confusing crossover with the Avengers where the X-Men mostly get sidelined in favour of some drama involving the House of M. Wanda has some temporary mental damage that only Magneto can cure? Also, Pietro hates humans now, which, given the state of the world in general, I can only concur with.

Magneto captures the X-Men in customized cages, designed to be unescapable, but Angel escapes by simply pushing the right button. He flies off to get help, stumbles upon a weird and ultimately meaningless side quest and finally returns with the Avengers!

But! Magneto turns the X-Men against Earth’s Mightiest Heroes! Just kidding: the X-Men pretend to go along with Magneto’s mind games, but this was all a plot concocted by the heroes to make Magneto feel like he’s winning. Instead, the heroes attack and drive Magneto back. Toad, who finally is fed up with Magneto’s abuse, emancipates himself and defies Magneto, kicking him out of the helicopter he, Wanda and Pietro flee in. Magneto seemingly falls to his death in the water.

OR DOES HE.

First of all: why would Magneto just make a non-ferrous aircraft? Second of all: why would he then BRING IT ALONG? Big mad. (Avengers 53)

Following Xavier’s death, Foggy Nelson reads his will. The Professor bequeaths the school to the X-Men! Fred Duncan, Professor X’s FBI liaison is also there! And then! Juggernaut briefly returns from the dimension of Cyttorak, stirs up trouble and is then sucked back into the ruby of Cyttorak thanks to a Professor Ex Machina from the grave. This somehow convinces Fred Duncan that the X-Men should split up, fearing they may be too big a target for evil mutants and thinking they might be better at responding to threats spread out over the continent.

Yeah, Angel will be so much more effective when he isn’t part of a team of much more powerful individuals. (X-Men 46)

So, the X-Men split up! In NYC, Bobby and Hank battle Warlock, the most forgettable villain ever, when he interrupts their date. They also get into a fight with hippies because of… poetry?

Yeah! Put the slam in poetry slam, odd beatniks! *aggressive finger snaps* (X-Men 47)

Jean and Scott ‘go undercover’ in California, with Jean becoming a model and Scott ‘pretending’ to be her superjealous boyfriend. So, instead of actually forming a relationship, they just pretend to have one? Fuck, these two are exhausting. Jean also forgot she attends a university, apparently. Which is just as well, because it means boring Ted and his boring brother disappear from the narrative.

They are attacked by an increasingly silly string of villains and it’s obvious that nobody really knows what to do with this book. They even skip an issue: the preview for issue 49 is something completely different than what we’re getting.

The year ends of a sort of high note, however, introducing two familiar faces. Mesmero,a hitherto unknown follower of Magneto, is amassing an army of would-be mutants by… hypnotizing them? Through their… X-Gene? Among them is a curious gal named Lorna Dane, who is rocking the brown hair. Bobby saves her from her drone-like state and keeps an eye on her while the rest of the X-Men investigate Mesmero.

Lorna meanwhile takes a shower, washed out the cheap dye and is revealed to have green hair. (Fuck yeah! But also maybe buy better dye?) Bobby and Lorna are captured by Mesmero and his cronies, and Bobby warns the other X-Men telepathically. They let themselves be captured by Mesmero too, figuring it’s the easiest way to find his lair. There, Mesmero awakens Lorna’s latent magnetism powers, and bestows on her two sweet titles:

Somewhere in Kenya, Storm is upset and doesn’t know why. (X-Men 50)

And, in another shocking twist (gasp²), Magneto’s alive!

You say ‘aura of unspeakable evil’, I say ‘prime dom top daddy’. (X-Men 50)

He fights the X-Men while Polaris tries to determine who she holds allegiance to: the father she just met or these other randos she just met. You’d think she would maybe not want to hang out with the raving demagogue, but hey. Maybe it’s magnetic attraction. The X-Men flee, forced to regroup, and we end the year there, with the ‘innocent’ Lorna Dane under Magneto’s thrall.

Didn’t you take Art History? Oh! Issue 50 has the familiar logo for the first time, created by Jim Steranko!

So one cape tassel goes over the shoulder and one goes under it? Why is there a little skull with horns in the middle? Why the strappy sandals? Mesmero, sashay away. (X-Men 50)

Ugliest Costume: It’s a toss-up between Mesmero and Polaris, but since I assume Mesmero designed Polaris’ outfit, we’ll just give it to him.

Best new character: I didn’t think she’d earn it, because I’m not the biggest fan of Lorna Dane (most writers use her as a plot device, rather than a character), but otherwise this would go to Grotesk and that’s never going to happen.

Most audacious retcon: Jean is able to psychically penetrate Juggernaut’s helmet, which used to protect him from Charles’ influence.

It’s also kinda funny how after years of retcons where Polaris, Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver sometimes are and sometimes aren’t Magneto’s kids, how it is right now is the same as when it started: Lorna is Magneto’s daughter, the twins aren’t.

What to read: Nothing. This is not a great year.

Death proof: ‘Chuck’ kicks the bucket for the first time.

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Kim Seokjin

Make You Scream Now, when I say this is a wild ride is because I truly mean it. There is nothing like this out there I assure you. Reese is a mastermind. You won’t regret reading it. [crack, smut, Monsters Inc. AU]

A Lullaby on Canvas Pure amazing plot and writing. If smut with plot is your thing, you got urself a masterpiece right here. [smut, siren AU, neighbour AU]

Dick n’ Go It never ceases to surprise me how well thought out their plots are + I laughed at the “five star dick” more than I should have bc I totally see Jinnie pulling that off [smut, crack]

Eight You may be hesitant to read an octopus hybrid Jin but please, this is so well written its just *chefs kiss* [smut, Hybrid AU]

Folia I never knew I needed an alien AU until I read this. Do yourself a favour and read it. [smut, Alien AU]

Kiss It Better A quick but amazing read. Seokjin + crack and f2l?? SIGN ME UP [smut, crack, f2l]

Golden Boy Love me some amazingly written smut with plot. Because what’s better than Pornstar Kim Seokjin? Neighbour pornstar Kim Seokjin.[smut, Neighbour AU, Pornstar AU]

Better With You This three part fake dating with kinda chaebol Seokjin is juts *chefs kiss* definitely one of my faves [smut, angst, Fake Dating AU]

Min Yoongi

The Touch of Silk You know what’s better than vampire Yoongs? Sugar Daddy Vampire Yoongs. Do you even need to know more? [smut, Sugar Daddy AU, Vampire AU]

Talk One of the most well-written two shots out there. I simply loved it. Most probably read it when I should have been doing homework but hey, Phone Sex operator Yoongi is so worth it. [smut, Phone Sex Operator AU]

Book of The Beasts: From the Ashes I’m a sucker for anything mythical and this is definitely no exception. It has an amazing plot and build up. 1000/10 [smut, angst, Witch AU, Mythical Shifter AU]

Owner Training Okay hear me out, I love reading fanfics but I almost never something longer than a one shot bc otherwise I wouldn’t graduate but this. This right here ladies, gentlemen and non binary buddies, is so so worth your time. I’m a sucker for hybrid Yoongi yeah. [crack, fluff, smut, Hybrid AU]

Snake Kisses If your thing is grumpy Yoongs, mix it a little bit with this amazingly written Hybrid fic and you’ve got: perfection! Danger noodle are my favourite words since I read this. [smut, fluff, Hybrid AU]

Glass Pure amazing filth by this amazing author. Spare a few minutes and read this masterpiece. Thank You. [smut]

Inheritance There are a few shots in this one and truth be told you will find yourself reading them all. This one is kinda angsty but it is so so good. Again, grumpy Yoongi hybrid is my fave. [fluff, smut, angst, Hybrid AU]

Demon! Yoongi I distinctively remember having this one in my to-read list and saying ‘I’ll just read this one and head to bed’ on a school night bc my sleep deprived ass read “2.1 k words” but it really was “22.1k” and so… yeah. It was so amazing I ended up reading it all in one go. Education is important but this Demon Yoongi fic is more important. Don’t quote me on that. [smut, Demon AU] Catharsis Hello my fellow kinky Yoongi enthusiasts, I bring you an amazing fic full of smut with some amazing plot behind and character development. [smut]

Android!Yoongi Excuse me while I go and weep in a corner. This is a scenario I didn’t know I needed so much. 24k yeah, but it is so so worth it. [smut, angsty, Android AU]

Mighty I can’t recall details because I tend to read to sleep BUT GRUMPY CAT YOONGI IS A THING. [smut, fluff, Hybrid AU]

Love and Laughter A quick read, but I’m a sucker for established relationship drabbles. [smut, fluff]

Tonight If daechwita Yoongs did something to you, spare a few minutes to read this masterpiece. [smut, Historical AU]

Make Me FRIENDS TO LOVERS + SLEEPOVER. THAT’S IT. [smut]

Bent Will Heavy kinky stuff ahead. That is about enough. [smut]

Daechwita The title is pretty self-explanatory. If you haven’t read this masterpiece, I honestly- don’t know where you’ve been. [smut, Historical AU]

Give It To Me Hello fellow kinky Yoongi enthusiats, again. Shibari is a thing here. Enjoy. [smut]

Want a Taste?

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it all the time, SMUT WITH PLOT. Yoongi rapper while working in a mall is something I didn’t know I needed. As always, amazing writing and plot. [smut, humour-ish, Mall Worker AU]

Mixtape

Let me tell ya something, this fic right here has slipped from my fingers more than once, but I just loved it so so much that I’ve spent hours looking for it without remembering the title. A FAVE. Amazing writing and an even more incredible character development. A MUST READ. [smut, fluff, comedy, College AU]

Tsundere

The pure essence of Yoongi’s life lessons mixed with a tiny bit of bad boy vibe and smut. [angst, smut, College AU]

Tricks of the Trade

This was such a fun and sexy reading! I LOVED IT SO MUCH. Can you just imagine swapping bodies with your crush okay look no further. Here it is. [smut, humour, fluff, Soulmate AU]

The Singularity Theory

Three parts of absolutely worthy Min Yoongi smut with plot [smut, comedy, college AU]

Nine Months From Now

SMUT. WITH. PLOT. And a hell of a plot I absolutely love CEO Yoongi [smut, fluff, CEO AU]

To Love an Empress

Ummm hello? This piece of art is just- idk absolutely brilliant to say the least. I am in love with the writing okay and you know im a sucker for smut with plot.[smut, fluff, Historical AU]

Jung Hoseok

Airplane Pt.2 I’m not saying that I can totally picture Hobi in this scenario but maybe I am. Welcome to the mile high club, everybody. [smut, Sugar Daddy AU]

Fake Love I’m a cliché lover okay. [smut, fluff, fake dating, enemies to lovers]

Rogue Galaxy SMUT. WITH. PLOT. May you feel blessed with Kristi’s amazingly written masterpiece. [angst, fluff, smut, alien AU]

Kim Namjoon

Hammer it Home I started reading this in the middle of my customs and tariffs class and somewhere along the middle I kinda forgot I started reading it BUT MY MY THIS IS *chef’s kiss* one of the most amazing smut with plot I’ve read in a while. [fluff, smut]

The Moment Pleasantly Frightful Joonie here is a devil, you are an inexpirenced witch [smut]

What Friends are For Joonie is kinda inexperienced but hey, making sure he gets it is what friends are for. [smut, BFF AU]

Love Bites

YESSSS VAMPIRE JOONIE [smut, Vampire AU]

Park Jimin

Love Me, Love Me I read this in a sleepy haze for the first time but ever since, I’ve re-read it bc it is just so good! One of my hybrid faves tbh [smut, Hybrid AU]

Book of The Beasts: The Hunt I was so caught up with the story from the beginning, no words, just do yourself a favour and read it. [fluff, smut, angst, Mythical Shifter AU]

A Serpent’s Flower Part 1 and Part 2 You gotta read these if you wanna have a good laugh but still get the sexy writing in it + if you like HP AUs okay. The plot is so rich I loved it.

20 Things (and Counting) I Hades about You Cocky Jimin makes an appearance in this one as Hades’ embodiment and lemme tell ya I’m here for it. [crack, angst, Greek Gods AU]

Beneath the Water by @jungshookz ExcuSE YOU, this is easily the best mermaid/merman AU I’ve read. It really takes you places, please read it. [fluff, crack, smut, mermaid AU]

The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock [pit] This was so so fun to read, plus, it is so well written I might cry. The plot is so original is2g. I never knew I needed Jimin as a pilot in my life, but we all do. [fluff, smut, crack, pilot!AU]

Everywhere One of my werewolf AU faves in this site, this so smutty I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT [smut, Werewolf AU]

Sleeping on the Couch Hello there cute smutty drabbles. It is so entertaining, just read ahead. [smut, fluff]

Shewolf by @dovechim

You should know by now this is the author of some AMAZINGLY WRITTEN SMUT so just go ahead please [smut, werewolf AU]

Love Like This If your thing is soft boyfriend Jiminie, look no further, this will make you feel things for sure. [smut, fluff]

User: Mochibuns95 There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for camboy Jimin, now make it a “we kinda know each other but not really” and you got this brilliant plot! Kudos to the author, you are an absolute genius! [smut, Camboy AU]

Lovebug Gimme some more of this angsty smutty hybrid Jimin slowly learning to love himself YESSS [angst, fluff, smut, Hybrid AU]

Dress Code If you haven’t thought about CEO Jimin in a nsfw type of way. Stop lying to yourself. Read this. [smut, CEO AU]

So it Goes

A 3 part masterpiece. Once again I kinda cried reading it. It must have been hormonal. Or perhaps the amazing way it is written. [fluff, smut, Alien AU]

Power Play

Okay so I went on a reading spree for Addie but can you even blame me? SHE IS AN AMAZING WRITER PERIODT. FEED ME THAT FILTH WITH AMAZING PLOT. Definitely one of my faves. I can promise you your heart will skip a beat with this one. [smut, fluff, Pornstar AU]

Watch Me, Watch You

Listen up, I can’t be the only one that has found a TA attractive as fuck. Now bring Jimin into it? YES PLEASE [smut, college AU]

Kim Taehyung

1-800-music-street

Ahem. Excuse you. This hit hard it is amazing, astounding, I loved every word of it. I’m a sucker for smut with plot and this right here, delivered. Homeless but passionate for music Tae is here to save the day. [fluff, smut]

All That Is Gold I’ll said it once, I’ll say it until I die, AMAZING PLOTS THAT NEVER FAIL TO DELIVER. Tae is a sugarbaby here. [smut, angst, roommate AU]

Plunge Hybrid shy Tae is a thing here [smut, angst, Hybrid AU]

Fun & Games Soft smutty lover Tae is a dream come true in this one [fluff, smut]

By Chance Tae saves your life and things get… heated. An amazing plot, lovely characters as always. [angst, smut, fluff, Mythical AU, Shifter AU]

Sehebon Then again, a bless to read Alien AU, Tae here is just a dreamy one. So so lovely writing, smut with plot, you know it. [angst, fluff, smut, Alien AU]

The Talk I absolutely loved this, pornstar Tae stepping out of his comfort zone is something so so needed in your life [smut, Pornstar AU]

Good Girl Accidentally sending your coworker nudes can be something less than a nightmare. [smut, Office AU]

Planning Ahead Sweet baby Jesus. I loved it. [smut, breeding kink]

The Morning After

I’m sorry I love ex to lovers smut but y’all shouldn’t stay in toxic relationships okay [smut, e2l]

Jeon Jungkook

The Underwear Thief I found this so so funny to read and I just noticed that it is 10k but it doesn’t feel like it. Plus, Kookie and a cat as a concept is so cute to me. [smut, neighbour AU]

Bandslam I haven’t read a fic with this much well written plot ever since my 1D phase so I am forever in debt to Laura for delivering such an amazing fic. Enemies to lovers is a cliche, I know but mix it with drummer boy JK and you got this amazing piece of art. [angst, a bit of fluff in there, smut, E2L, Drummer AU]

Caught Me I read this quite a while back but I can still recall bits and pieces of it. Seokjin is a sneaky bastard in this one + JK is that roommate that is kinda hard to live with.[smut, Roommates AU]

Crybaby I’m just going to say: this goes hard. Do yourself a favor and read it. [smut]

Dynasty I was on a historical streak when I read this. It is angsty but trust me, you’ll absolutely love it. [angst, smut, Historical AU]

Black Card A wonderfully written two shot that gathers a few faves: CEO Jungkookie and a spoiling kink. Honestly, where can I get myself a man like this. [smut, CEO AU]

Periapt A two shot (? where JK is an incubus. That should be enough of a description. Amazing writting as always by Rha.

Robot!Jungkook Okay so one of my many not so guilty pleasures is reading android AUs and lemme tell ya, this 5 shot scenario is just *chefs kiss* [angst, fluff, smut, Android AU]

Dumbo Wanna have a great laugh while still getting the smut content you deserve? This is your fic. Please just read it. It is amazing and will most likely make your day better. [crack, smut]

2! 3! Fluffy vanilla smut. Sometimes we deserve it. [fluff, smut]

New Beginnings One of the sexiest Werewolf AUs I’ve read if not the sexiest. You know I love my smut with plot on the side and this fic right here: absolutely amazing. [smut, angst, Werewolf AU]

Felicity NOW THIS FIC TOOK ME PLACES I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED TO BE. There are amazing hybrid fics out there but this is on a whole new level. Like seriously, novel-worthy plot. Also, this is off hiatus now apparently and I will most definitely be waiting for it. [angst, smut, hybrid AU]

Out of the Blue Four-piece that is worth every second you read it. It takes you places, trust me. Plus, you get Namjin on the side. [smut, fluff, Hybrid AU]

Anemia Hello, a quick read but smutty and quite the ride. Just read it. [smut, True Blood AU]

Fluff and Smut

Yesssss love me some pinning pornstar au I LIVE FOR IT [smut, Pornstar AU]

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some of your post/reblogs were so relatable to me that more and more I think I may have ADHD (I'm like, at least 70% sure of this and the 30% is me searching for a psychiatrist/therapist that I can trust/afford, anyway) so, since your how to essay post Im talking myself to ask if you have some study tips or tips to focus, anything to help, really. I'm in college and I can't focus to read 2 paragraphs which makes me anxious and makes me procrastinate because I can't study and I HAVE to study so I avoid everything but then I think NOW I have even less time to study and I got stuck in this circle. And because I can't read anything I also cant bullshit my way writing papers that I have to so I don't do this too, so I'm just spiraling more and more with this which also doesn't help with the depression. And I'm so, so SORRY to dump my problems on you (this isn't my intention here) but if you have some tips or don't mind talking about what you do to study I really appreciate it with all my heart.

oh friend, i’m so sorry to hear you’re goin through that, it’s EXTREMELY relatable tho. everything you just wrote basically sums up my entire first year of university (just add in a couple dozen spiralling panic attacks on the basement floor and you’ll be me), and while i wish i had advice i could promise would solve the issue, i don’t... know? that i would recommend doing exactly what i did? because while i made it through university with ridiculously good grades, i also exacerbated a pre-existing anxiety disorder to the point where i literally could not bear being alive for a while there.

but for whatever it’s worth, and bearing in mind that you need to prioritize your own well-being WAY above whatever grades you get on a stupid piece of paper, here’s some tips on how to get through course readings, based on what i’ve learned through blood, tears, trial and error:

don’t read the full two paragraphs, to start. ADHD makes reading academic articles hell, but (and i genuinely don’t know if this is possible for anyone else, the chemical cocktail of debilitating anxiety that was my brain at the time made me do things i otherwise couldn’t and definitely shouldn’t) i did manage to finagle a way to make it work for me.

See, the thing about academic papers is that they’re very nicely organized. every paragraph is dedicated to making an individual point, which is introduced at the beginning and summarized, more or less, towards the end. this means you can get a very handy-dandy trick, because here’s the thing about ADHD brains: we’re VERY GOOD at making connections.

so here’s the trick: you don’t actually have to read the paragraphs. Not the full ones, anyway.

Let’s break it down:

First, what is the overall reading meant to address? What’s the title of the book or article? Is there a heading or subtitle to provide you with extra information?

Second, what is the thesis statement in your paragraph? Yes, every essay has a thesis statement, but every paragraph also has a specific point to make, which is stated in a sort of mini-thesis, typically right at the beginning.

Once you know this thesis statement, the rest of the paragraph is just fleshing out and providing evidence for that statement. You can keep reading if you need more information to understand what the author’s getting at, but once you’ve got that thesis statement, the rest is just there to get in your way.

For neurotypicals, I think, it’s maybe necessary to read this stuff all the way through? I don’t know. What I do know is that, for ADHDers, we tend to be very, very good at making extrapolations from very minimal information, based on all the surrounding context.

You don’t need to do the full readings. You just need to read the first sentence, process what it’s saying, and skip over the rest.

(if the first sentence of the paragraph is nonsense to you, don’t panic. often the first sentence or even the whole introductory paragraph is intentionally confusing, so if there’s something you don’t understand, disregard it and move on to the second sentence, or the next paragraph.

this happens often, because a lot of academic writing is just a power play on the part of the writer. “Look How Smart I Am Compared To You, You Have To Work So Hard To Figure Out What I’m Saying,” etc. Don’t buy it, tho--the true measure of intelligence isn’t how thoroughly you can confuse someone else, it’s how effectively you can share the knowledge you have. Intelligence is useless if you can’t share it.

Do whatever you can to make it through essential readings, but don’t be intimidated by them. If you can’t understand them, it’s not because you aren’t “smart enough,” it’s because they’re badly written.)

Final notes: this process is meant to walk you through reading papers, but it also lowkey applies to a lot of insurmountable tasks in academia.

You look at a 5-page paper, look at your attention span, and immediately despair because yeah, that’s impossible. The solution is not to expand your attention span, because that’s also impossible. So, instead, don’t look at the 5 pages.

Look at an impossible task, and break it down into its smallest pieces.

Don’t look at the 5 pages, don’t even look at the first two paragraphs. Make a plan for how reading a single paragraph might be possible for you (in this case, break the paragraph down into its own components, and skim over most of them in favour of reading only the most necessary portions). Then focus on finding those one or two sentences you need in the very first paragraph. That’s doable.

You do that, and then you move onto the next.

It’s extremely difficult, especially for ADHDers, to limit your mental vision to the most immediate task and stop looking at the big picture, but it’s also necessary. If you can find a way to make the smallest tasks possible for you, you can break the big, impossible ones down until they’re made of tiny chores. You can do tiny chores. You can read one sentence, take five minutes to process it, but you can read it. That’s all you need to be able to do.

Read one sentence. Skip the rest. Move on to the next paragraph. Repeat.

That’s the real secret, the one that got me through university. It’s impossible to complete a biology lab, it’s impossible to read this entire interminable textbook, so don’t think about the impossible tasks. Think about the single step directly in front of you, focus entirely on that, and eventually, the impossible tasks will be done.

(The other thing I recommend is not taking a full courseload. Please, please, please make sure that in addition to getting your schoolwork done, you also have enough time left over for you to truly relax, and not feel guilty for doing so. If you’re getting intrusive thoughts halfway through an essay, but instead of terrible things you’re thinking about your latest favourite TV show and feel like your brain is thirsty to watch it? You’re working too hard. Take it from someone who ignored their own mental needs until it wrecked them past the point of continuing--burnout is not fun, and you deserve to protect yourself from it. Take it slow. Your wants are just as important as your needs, and both are way more important than your schoolwork.)

#again i genuinely don't know if this will work for you #adhd brains are above all nigh-impossible to wrangle #so if you can't get this method to work for you that's OKAY. you're already doing your best #if possible do get a doctor/psychiatrist you trust to provide a diagnosis bc that will open some avenues for learning assistance #and again. i really. cannot stress enough how little i recommend a full courseload with adhd #stuff takes more time for you! that's just how it works!#if you can get medication and/or extra accommodations from your school i don't doubt that would be 10x as helpful as anything i can provide #but for whatever it's worth #here's how i survived #linden writes an essay #adhd #academia #ask linden

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warriorssurvivalandstuff · 4 years

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Thinking about a non-bender Zuko AU that changes things up for the Fire Nation by a lot, Zuko is the one majorly altered to start a butterfly effect here but I haven’t written that much about him, actually. Full text with musings under cut.

Summary: Ozai yeets Zuko out of the palace, family, succession as he was a non-bender. Ursa manages to keep him somewhere relatively safe but they are still separated. Azula no longer has a punching bag that always distracts her mother from her and instead receives the blunt of the consequences from Ozai’s little show to usurp the throne, she is to capture the Avatar, a dangerous, time-consuming, and generally seen as impossible feat. Vehemently trained by her father and accompanied by her mother, the princess sets out on her mission. During so, she meets many faces, the Avatar, some old friends, and a mysterious figure wielding swords who seemed to defend both the Avatar’s team and her.

Major events/points:

Ozai casts Zuko out

Ursa finds somewhere to keep him safe, but cannot keep him close

Zuko is raised outside Ozai’s influence

Iroh goes to look after him after Lu Ten’s death

Zuko fully relies on his swordsmanship, trains under Piandao still with word from Iroh

Would join Aang probably due to Iroh

Azula is basically an only child

She has most of both Ursa and Ozai’s attention

Ursa is still troubled and kinda distant but is still significantly closer to Azula than canon

Ozai is always subtly distancing the two however

Azula is more learnt on compassion and empathy, but really it’s mostly just soft manipulation compared to always using fear

There would be genuine friendship with Mai and Ty Lee however I imagine

So Ozai makes his move to replace Iroh and Azulon orders to sacrifice Azula

Azula hears it and confides in Ursa, who is reminded of Zuko

Ursa confronts Ozai, simmering with all the repressed ferocity

Ozai wouldn’t do anything permanent to Azula of course, she’s too valuable

He proposes to have Azula sent on some dangerous mission

Azulon sets the mission as hunting the Avatar, who had been missing for nearly a hundred years and is very able curbstomp a child even if found

Ozai manages to bargain for training time for Azula before the mission

Ursa all but demands to go with her

She can’t firebend iirc and Azulon is punishing Ozai so he allows it, believing she won’t make much of a difference

Ozai isn’t too happy but having Ursa to look after Azula would be favourable to her survival

He does make it clear to not try anything and makes it his task to tell Azula

Ozai and takes over Azula’s training for the period and his grooming intensifies, her time spent with Ursa is taken over by training

After some time, Azula and Ursa set off on their hunt

Some time into the hunt, Zuko would get involved

He would probably not fit into any side initially and only show as the Blue Spirit

He is against the capture of the Avatar but will not let harm come to Ursa and Azula

Possible for Mai and Ty Lee to join her after Azulon’s death

I do not have the motivation to get further.

First, Ozai makes good of his word and has him out. Ursa manages to keep him somewhere away, but safe, either secretly or not, Ozai would probably find out some time anyway. However I think as he sees Zuko as absolutely nothing, nothing immediate is done. He makes sure Ursa knows what he can do and uses the knowledge to threaten and blackmail her. She is kept in the palace to separate them and Zuko is raised by some old friends.

I don't know when or how non-firebenders can be determined with high certainty especially with pressure from Ozai so Zuko might fully remember or have hazy memories of his past, though clearly remembers his mother. The two scenarios would lead to rather different development for him so I won't comment too much, but I believe he would have been rather young when casted out and he would not have as much influence from Ozai as canon so act kinder from the start. At some point Iroh might get involved after losing Lu Ten, though it wouldn’t be direct, maybe through Piandao and White Lotus. Zuko would still pick up sword fighting and hone it even more without the ability to bend.

Back at the palace, Azula is now an only child. There's no competing for affections but Ursa is troubled and still distant with her daughter, not that Ozai want her too close to his prodigy child anyway. With that said, I do think Ursa would still manage to have observably more influence on Azula than canon. That or there's no one so heavily antagonised by Ozai like Zuko always being around, Ursa may fall somewhere close but canon Azula does have an attachment when really young to her mother, don't think it could be severed that easily.

Most important part is when Ozai makes his move after Lu Ten dies, Azulon would have ordered to sacrifice Azula instead. Ozai had indeed casted his actual firstborn away but Azula excelled both mentally and physically, referred to as a true prodigy and so cannot be compared to Zuko’s case. Azula still eavesdropped and learns of the Firelord’s order, she knew no matter how much Ozai took pride in her abilities, he could not defy the Firelord. She sought comfort from Ursa and she is reminded of what happened to Zuko, then determined to protect Azula from harm. She is aware that Ozai might save his own skin over anyone, including his prodigy daughter and prepares to confront Ozai on the matter.

Ozai expected her and states that he values Azula upon her entrance, stopping the worst case scenario Ursa thought of. She skips to enquire him on any plan he has for Azulon’s order and Ozai’s reply was to have Azula in a situation the Firelord could take as as good as gone, which he suggests to be some sort of grand mission. [On the alternate options of Agni Kai and assassination, I feel Ozai would’ve gone for Agni Kai to challenge Azulon if he could, though he was bent on making Zuko’s life hell, being commanded to kill his own child and just taking it seems kinda weak. With an Agni Kai victory he might as well claim the throne as well. Assassination was suggested by Ursa in canon, which was a rather desperate option she resorted to with about only herself unwilling to let harm come to Zuko. We don’t really know if Ozai had considered that, wouldn’t put it past him to consider it before Ursa barges in with a hand. So it could be similar to canon and the two have Azulon dead, just Ozai would be the one to raise it most likely... But that’s boring and I need to have someone go after Gaang, I doubt Ozai/Iroh has any reason to chuck Zuko off to find the Avatar or that he would try to capture the Avatar himself.] Ursa contemplates the plan and their other options, then makes a condition that she would travel along Azula should the Firelord accept the proposal. Ozai tries to brush her off and talk her out but Ursa wouldn’t back down and makes points on how she would be useful. At last, Ursa is triumphant and Ozai decides that he would mould Azula before the long time that she’ll have to spend away, when Ursa is sure to sow her own beliefs on their daughter and he would not be able to tell Azula otherwise, Azulon would make sure they are to have minimal contact.

Azula would most likely hear the discussion as well, I haven’t thought up if this would cause much impact, she would probably make some suggestions to improve it if she could. Unsure if she has a strong enough opinion on Ursa coming along to talk about it.

Ozai and Ursa presents the proposal to Azulon the next day with the most convincing tone he could muster, Azula is to be sent on a mission away from the Fire Nation with the company of Ursa, with some time allowed for training prior. Lu Ten had died in battle, and there’s no reason to just throw someone skilled like Azula away for nothing, she could do to help Fire Nation’s conquest. Azulon accepts and states his conditions, he would set the goal, only a minimal crew as company, Ozai is not to communicate with her during the mission, training is to be overseen by Azulon etc. He had expected similar requirements and does not object, then Azulon drops the bomb by setting the goal as capturing the Avatar. [I don’t really know much about Azulon so I didn’t complicate things on his end. Avatar hunt is basically a wild goose chase, disappeared for about a hundred years with no hint of location and expected to be extremely dangerous, perfect for getting rid of someone.] The prince and princess had expected something along those lines, but still tensed at the impossibility of what the Firelord set. Regardless, they had got what they bargained for, and Ozai prepares Azula for ramped up training.

Azula is a quick learner and has talent, but Ozai and Azulon’s training is enough to burn even her out in just a few sessions. She is pushed to her limits, expected to master multiple forms simultaneously at quadruple normal speed for one. Ozai is already tough on Azula and does not shy away from potential non-permanent injuries, but Azulon seems like he’s straight up going to murder her at times. [Something like this: Lightning 101, after they tell her about conjuring lightning, Azulon charges up a lightning bolt and just fires at her general direction without warning, then Ozai interrupts it with a bolt of his own. Azula is then expected to know to counter it at the next blast.] Training also shortened the time she was to spend with Ursa beforehand, which he fully took advantage of, emphasising strength and power. When Ursa did not seem increasingly impressed by her quickly widened set of moves, Ozai would tell her to ignore her mother, not to seek from her and continue training with him. [Ursa does praise her, but kinda repetitive in wording... and she isn’t familiar with bending forms to notice new things. I can’t describe it clearly but to Azula, it seemed like she was saying for the sake of it, and more words just made it feel smothering.] Azula soon gains her signature blue flames and lightningbending, but also grew apart from her mother and closer to Ozai.

Training allowance passed, Azula with Ursa is sent away on her hunt. I have not thought about basically anything that would transpire with her hunting Aang in place of Zuko and with Ursa instead of Iroh to temper her dedication to the throwaway quest. Ursa doesn’t consider the possibility of actually finding the Avatar and awaits for Azulon’s day but Azula does ponder it and genuinely looks for information. [Ursa would have picked up some extra skills to help with the hunt, mostly for defence, on top of herbalist knowledge. It would be funny if they come upon Aang right when Azulon dies. Ozai sends them the note that they can return and he instead gets their report of having found the Avatar. Though for storytelling, it might be better that he does so after the events of season 1. Unsure if Iroh would ascend to the throne in Ozai’s place in canon, he would probably stop the war then and there, and Ozai might challenge him and take the throne anyway.] No particular points of interest come to mind as this gets to the start of the show. Azula would no doubt be more effective and ruthless, and the Zhao rivalry that happened with Zuko would not happen, but something else.

Back to Zuko, he would first make appearance as the Blue Spirit [not definitely the same chronological events] then be revealed to Ursa later down the line. He would start on the Avatar’s side but be held back once he recognises Ursa. Afterwards he would probably harbour some resentment for his situation and confront her one day. Ursa tells him the whole story with an apology and Zuko tries to convince her to drop the Avatar mission. Ursa thinks it’s unlikely for Azula to change her mind but does what she can.

No clue what happens next.

#atla #avatar #Avatar The Last Airbender #au #atla au #avatar au #ozai #ursa #zuko #azula #azulon #fire nation #okay maybe I should've watched the entire show before this #though I do think the premise would be interesting

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loveceit · 4 years

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Seven kinds of flowers under his pillow (four kinds of flowers in his lungs) Read on AO3 tags: DLAMP, Hanahaki disease, Angst with a happy ending

The Secret Santa gift I wrote for @airiervessel!

Flowers.

There is an old tradition in Sweden where you pick seven different kinds of flowers from seven different spots during the silence of the night and put them under your pillow on Midsummer Eve to dream of your future spouse. The tradition has no relevance as to why he conjures seven different kinds of flowers every night to keep under his pillow, but the idea of flowers having magic speaks to him. They have meanings, a whole language of their own; if that isn’t magic, then what is?

He always puts careful thought into what flower to conjure for each person, based on their colour and meaning. It’s a silly tradition, and he can’t remember when or why he started it but he still does it. He has come to think of it as a protection spell; almost like a superstition.

The first flower has been the same from the very beginning; a pink gladiolus; strength of character, honour, conviction. It’s a colour that he associates with Thomas, and traits that he wants Thomas to have.

After that first flower, the order and flowers always change. Tonight, the second flower is a scarlet lily. High-souled aspirations. The others may doubt him, but he truly wishes Roman the best of luck with his creative endeavours. After the lily is a blue tulip; respect, tranquillity, trust to mirror his own feelings towards Logan. The logical side holds a fond place in his heart for being the most reasonable out of the others. Fourthly comes a daisy, the petals a light blue colour to represent Patton. Innocence, faith, cheer. For all that the moral side has an aura of happiness, it has been a while since he saw him smile a real smile. The fifth flower takes the most thought, but he settles on a purple daffodil for uncertainty, new beginnings. He has always wanted the best for Virgil, even if the anxious side might not think so. After that comes ivy; dependence, endurance, faithfulness. Remus has always been the easiest to find a flower for.

It’s the last flower that is the hardest to chose. He never knows what to conjure for himself; he doesn’t want a flower with negative connotations in case it would ruin the magic for the others. At last, a bright yellow dandelion comes into existence between his gloved fingertips. Overcoming hardship.

With the final flower put to rest underneath his pillow, Deceit makes himself ready for bed. It’s already the small hours of the night - he had been reading and lost all sense of time. He knows that he will come to regret it in the morning when Remus wakes him up, but there is nothing to do about it now. He just hopes that his dreams will be pleasant.

His gloves are the last to come off before he slips underneath the covers of his bed. Sleep claims him not long after his head finds its place on his pillow.

A clearing in a forest spreads out in front of him. There are four men standing there; all of them smiling at him. His chest is filled with a sense of warmth, of belonging. Familiar colours surround him as the men tug him into an embrace. It’s too good to be anything but a dream.

And then he wakes up, a tickle in the back of his throat making it hard to breathe.

Deceit sits up in bed, a hand covering his mouth as he coughs. Sunlight filter through his window; he must have slept until morning although it barely feels like he has slept for five minutes. The feeling of something wet against his hand doesn’t make him feel better, and it’s with a building sense of dread that he lowers his hand from his mouth.

Petals tinged with blood look back at him. Four different kinds of petals; from four different flowers and in four different colours. Petals that he recognises from the flowers that are currently underneath his pillow.

He might pride himself on being articulate with an impressive vocabulary, but there is truly only one word that can sum up how he feels about this situation; fuck.

Lily.

It’s with a shaking hand that he picks up a scarlet petal between two fingers. He knows how Hanahaki works, he just never thought himself capable of getting it. Deceit holds no hopes that his feelings are reciprocated, but since his role is self-preservation, it’s clear to him that he must confess. Asking anyone to operate on him to remove the flowers from his lungs… he doesn’t think he’s physically capable of that before he has exhausted all other options, and confession is the only other option he has.

Confessing to Roman should be easy, right? He just has to make himself look presentable and find the creative side for a quick conversation. Even if Roman doesn’t feel the same, the act of confessing should slow down the growth of the lilies for some time. With four kinds of flowers, the disease is spreading faster than it would if it was just one kind. He wonders if it would be strange to be thankful that it’s just four. Not that he could ever imagine himself harbouring those kinds of feelings for Remus or Thomas.

Even with a plan of action in mind, he finds himself staring at the bloodied petals in his hand as if transfixed for an additional ten minutes. The feeling of more petals coming up his throat finally spurs him into action, and Deceit hastily leaves his bed in favour of the bathroom. He has to wash his hand and rinse his mouth; any traces of Hanahaki would be a sign of weakness. If there’s one thing that he refuses to do, it’s showing any signs of weakness in the company of others.

After any traces of flowers and blood have been washed away, he looks through his closet to make himself ready for the day. The clothes make the man, as the saying goes, and first impressions are everything. His usual outfit would be too much, and his suit would seem out of place outside the context of a courtroom… As strange as it sounds to him, dressing down seemed to be his best option. He didn’t actually mind wearing jeans, a comfortable sweater and a beanie, but he had never done so around anyone but Remus, and once upon a time, Virgil.

He dresses slowly, making sure that each item of clothing sits just right on his frame before moving on to the next. His gloves are the last thing he reaches for, but he changes his mind about them before he comes into contact with the yellow fabric. With the very real risk of him coughing up more blood and petals during the course of the day, it would be a shame to ruin his gloves. Having settled on not wearing them and otherwise satisfied with how he looks, Deceit leaves his room for the day.

Now to find Roman, and to get breakfast. Not necessarily in that order.

Unexpectedly, Roman is the one to find him. Deceit is in their joint kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee when Roman comes up to him.

“Ah, you’re just the side that I wanted to see!” Roman greeted him, an almost blinding smile on his face. Deceit can feel a tickle in the back of his throat, and his heart would skip a beat if that was physically possible.

“And for what purpose are you seeking my company?” Deceit questioned, taking a sip of his coffee to swallow the petals back down. His mind is screaming at him to just confess, to get it over with, but he has to wait for a good opportunity.

“I need help setting up a romantic surprise, and you’re the only one with a sense of aesthetic that I trust,” Roman explained. His words made his smile painful to look at; the taste of coffee can’t cover the blood coating Deceit’s mouth. “Do you have time right now?”

“Just let me finish my coffee, and I’ll be ready to help you.”

Tulip.

Preparing a romantic surprise for someone else together with Roman had only accelerated the growth of the flowers. Deceit had been forced to excuse himself so that he could cough up the petals that were filling his lungs, making it harder for him to breathe. The blood coating the petals makes the majority of them look red. He should have confessed the moment that he saw Roman, instead of letting this happen… He feels a growing urgency as he washes the petals down the drain.

Deceit gave himself one cursory look over in the mirror to make sure that there weren’t any stains of blood before he exited the bathroom. He had barely closed the door behind him when he found himself face to face with Logan. He should be making his way back to Roman…or he could attempt to confess to Logan. With how big the mindscape was, it could be days before he next runs into the logical side.

“Ah, Deceit. Would you be able to assist me with something?” Logan fixed his tie as he asked, and Deceit’s gaze couldn’t do anything but linger on the way his fingers moved. He wondered what it would be like to tug Logan closer by the tie and kiss him; what kind of kisser would the other be?

“Deceit?”

Ah. Not the right moment to daydream. Deceit turned his face slightly, hoping to hide the flush that took over the bare side.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought. You were saying?”

“I asked if you would be able to assist me with something,” Logan repeated. “I can come back later if you’re currently occupied.”

Between going back to helping Roman plan a romantic surprise for someone else and assisting Logan, the choice was clear. He would much rather take his chances with Logan than knowingly set himself up for failure. It would perhaps make Roman upset with him, but Deceit couldn’t find it in himself to care about that; not when there were currently flowers taking root in his lungs, making his chest ache.

“No need for that, Logan. I have time now.”

The corner of Logan’s lips quirked into a small smile. It was only noticeable if you were looking for it, which made it all the more special. Deceit smiled back before he could control his facial muscles; he really hoped the flush to Logan’s cheeks in response wasn’t just his imagination.

“I’ll try to not keep you long.” Logan answered, and turned to lead the way to his room. Keep him from what, Deceit didn’t know but he thought it best to not read too much into it.

“So what did you want my help with?”

“Assistance,” Logan corrected. “I’m attempting to write a poem, and your vocabulary may be a better fit for it than mine.”

“I don’t know much about poetry; wouldn’t Roman have been more help?”

He tried to not let it shine through his tone of voice how pleased he was that Logan had thought of him first. Poetry wasn’t something he would have expected from Logan, so even if he wouldn’t necessarily be of much help he wanted to sate his curiosity.

“Roman’s use of language is a lot more fanciful than I’m comfortable with.” Logan explained. He glanced back over his shoulder, before coming to a stop in front of the door to his bedroom.

“What kind of poem do you want to write then?”

“A love poem.”

The three words made Deceit falter in his step. It was just his luck that the people he needed to confess to already had romantic feelings for someone else. If he hadn’t already given his word that he would help, he would have turned around and left. The Hanahaki would be unbearable by the time evening arrived at this rate… Perhaps it would be better to ask someone to perform the operation instead of suffering through the accelerated growth of the flowers.

He still had to help Logan before going any further with that thought.

Daisy.

By the time that Deceit left Logan’s room, he could feel that the stems have grown long enough to reach his trachea. He at most have hours before the flowers will be destroying his vocal cords, leaving him unable to verbally confess to anyone. A written confession should have the same effect as a verbal one, but he doesn’t feel comfortable putting his hopes on that. Even if he waits with undergoing surgery, he should at the very least attempt to cut the stems of the flowers… but that could likely end up in more damage to his throat than just letting them be.

Lost in thought over what the best course of action would be, Deceit doesn’t notice that someone was attempting to gain his attention. It took the frantic movement of a hand in front of his face for him to realise that Patton was standing in front of him.

“Ah… apologies, Patton. How can I be of service?”

He did his best to not grimace at the way the stems moved against his trachea as he spoke. The sensation was enough to make him want to excuse himself to the bathroom and empty out his stomach, though that would do nothing considering that the flowers were growing in his lungs. There was something cruel about the way his anatomy worked against him; why did Hanahaki have to take root in the lungs?

“I was wondering if you wanted to decorate cookies with me!” Patton smiled at him; the smile was honest and real. Deceit swallowed upon seeing it, a reaction he wouldn’t be able to explain if asked. “I’d be honoured.” he answered, a shy smile on his face. At last, someone wanted his help with something domestic; with something that wasn’t meant for someone else. He couldn’t imagine that Patton would be so cruel as to have him help decorate cookies without letting him eat one or two.

“Great! It shouldn’t take too long if we work together.”

Patton took hold of his hand and dragged him in the direction of the kitchen before he was able to form a reply. It made him curious to hear a second remark about an activity not taking too long, but he once more decided to let it be. Decorating cookies could be a tedious job depending on design and amount of details. He didn’t have much experience either, which would likely prolong the process.

Once they entered the kitchen, he was surprised to only see five cookies on the counter. They’re all shaped like hearts, with four of them being an expected size for a cookie and the fifth being much bigger. Piping bags of royal icing in different colours were prepared, laying on the counter next to the sheet of cookies.

“What do you want me to do?” Deceit asked, instead of commenting on the small number of cookies. Maybe Patton had eaten too much of the cookie dough, or the cookies had been eaten by others before they were cool enough for the royal icing to not melt.

“Can you decorate the four smaller ones? There is one colour for each cookie, and then you can do designs with white or black icing if you want.” Patton said as he gestured to six frosting bags; two different shades of blue, one red, one purple, and the mentioned white and black. It was quite obvious who the four cookie hearts were intended for.

“Are you doing the big heart then?”

Patton simply hummed in response and moved the big cookie over to where Deceit wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing. It felt strange, and he wanted to ask, but maybe it was just a question about being patient. Deceit couldn’t think of any reason as to why Patton would hide a cookie for him, except for if it was meant as a surprise. He would just have to wait and see.

Decorating the four cookies he was responsible for would hopefully help take his mind off of things.

Daffodil.

While cookie decoration wasn’t his medium of art, he still had to admire the intricate designs that he has managed to do using royal icing. Deceit turned around to show Patton, only to find the kitchen empty. His heart sunk at the realisation that Patton had left without a word and petals rises in his throat. The sink is thankfully close by, as he coughs up a mixture of budding flowers and blood.

The recognition that he’s already in this late a stage of Hanahaki makes his knees feel weak, and he has to grab onto the kitchen counter for support. It's still early in the day, the clock couldn’t be more than three, yet the disease had already gone this far. He had earlier presumed that he had hours left; it wouldn’t surprise him if the reality was mere minutes. The accelerated growth of the flowers was nothing he was familiar with.

Deceit cursed himself for not even attempting to confess to Patton. He watches as the blood and petals go down the drain, much like his chances of surviving the disease. Even surgery must be too late now; he has to do the most of what time he has left. Maybe he should retreat to find Remus, or he should write letters to the others to let them know the truth of his feelings, or he should-

“Hey.”

The word is said softly, but it’s loud enough to break through his spiralling thoughts. Of all the people to seek his company today, he had never expected Virgil to be among them. He pushed a deep breath down before he turned around to face his unexpected companion.

“Don’t worry, I was on my way to leave.” The words come out forced, and the accompanying smile is stiff.

“What, no-” Virgil looks adorably confused. “I was looking for you.”

“Oh. You’ve found me. What do you need?”

Virgil holds up his phone, and then seem to realise that the action isn’t answer enough.

“I’m putting together a playlist, and I wanted to know what you think.”

Deceit doesn’t know if he coughs in surprise or because there are petals tickling his vocal cords. He can’t remember the last time that Virgil wanted his opinion on anything...

“Okay.” is all he managed to get out as an answer. The whole day has been a strange fever dream, so why not add on more to that?

That was a thought. Perhaps he was actually sick in his bed, plagued by feverish thoughts, and not suffering from Hanahaki for four men that all suddenly wanted his help with strange tasks. It would make more sense than what was currently happening.

“Uh, should we go sit down?” Virgil suggested, with a nod towards the sofa in the living room. Deceit pushed off the kitchen counter that he had been leaning against and followed him into the living room. Sitting down sounded good.

They ended up sitting close together, close enough for their legs to touch. Virgil has one earphone and Deceit has the other; instrumental tracks are playing through them. It’s not what he would have expected from Virgil; instrumentals are something that Deceit admittedly enjoys more than any of the others. There is something calming about the lack of words, about the focus on how the instruments all meld together into music.

Virgil had a fairly solid playlist put together already. There isn’t much input to give, and his vocal cords are thankful for it. He does give a few suggestions for songs that he personally enjoys, and he does comment whenever an instrumental track doesn’t match the feel of the rest, but mostly they sit together in silence. It’s painfully nice. Deceit doesn’t know if the tears he holds back are from the physical pain or from the emotional pain.

The current song that they’re listening to is about to end when it’s suddenly paused. Deceit looks up from the phone screen to see that Virgil is looking back at him.

“I have something to show you.”

Bouquet.

The six words may be simple, but they fill him with dread. Could everything that had happened so far have been the set up for a trick? Had they caught on to the fact that he was suffering from Hanahaki and were planning to watch him die from unrequited love?

Deceit felt like a lost lamb led to slaughter as he followed Virgil through their home. Breathing was becoming harder with every step; his death would come no matter what at this rate. He would have preferred to die in his room, but he couldn’t come up with any excuse to leave that didn’t involve revealing his fate. It hurt that he didn’t know if he would be believed if he brought up Hanahaki to any of the others; keeping quiet was the better, the safer option.

“We’re here.” Virgil mentioned and pushed open the door to the very room that Deceit had decorated together with Roman that morning. Confusion washed over him; the room had been set up for a romantic surprise. There were fairy lights, sheer fabric covering the windows, and a fairly impressive pillow fort with a nest of blankets. Why would Virgil want to show him something that he had helped set up?

His confusion only grew as he saw that Roman, Logan and Patton were waiting for them. Their faces all lit up in different ways at the sight of the two of them. If his heart had hurt before, that was nothing compared to now.

“What’s going on?” Deceit asked. The words were weak and accompanied by the taste of blood. Whole flowers were trying to climb up his throat; he wondered if they could see how pale and shaky he was, or if he was truly that good at deceiving others.

He doesn’t realise that Virgil has left his side to join the others until music starts playing. It’s the very same playlist that they had gone over together before coming here. It suddenly seems a lot more romantic when in the setting of this room.

Logan is reciting the poem that he had helped write. The words wash over him, strange and familiar all at once. Deceit can’t understand what joke they’re trying to play, but whatever it is must be at his expense. If he had enough strength left to leave, then he would.

Patton is the next to step forward, a cookie in his hands. Deceit’s vision is blurry, but he makes out black letters against a yellow background. It must be the very same heart-shaped cookie that Patton had decorated when they were together in the kitchen earlier.

“Be our sweet-heart?” both the cookie and Patton say. It’s an awful pun.

There are tears coming down his cheeks. Everything is too much - too confusing, too painful. Deceit barely notices when his knees hit the floor, his legs unable to support him. His body shakes as he coughs; four brilliant flowers falling from his lips and down on the floor for everyone to see.

“Deceit, darling,” Roman’s voice is soft and understanding in his ear. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“We would never knowingly drag out your pain.” Logan reassures him.

“We never wanted you to suffer.” Patton confirms.

“Oh, Dee,” Virgil embrace him tightly. “We love you too.”

Deceit lifts his head, the feeling of confusion still strong. He doesn’t know when the four of them surrounded him on the floor; he has Virgil’s arms around him and the other three hovering close by.

“You love me?” He asked, voice broken by both tears and damage. It’s slowly getting easier to breathe.

“We love you.” Patton smiles at him, and the smile is bright and real.

“We love you so much.” Roman gushes, wiping the tears carefully from Deceit’s cheeks.

“I don’t have the vocabulary to describe how much we love you.” Logan softly adds.

For the first time that day, Deceit can really breathe.

“I love you too.”

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letswritebangtan · 5 years

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Mafia!Jungkook x Reader

You were glad that it was raining heavily outside. It simply drowned out the painful screams and cries of agony coming from downstairs. How much longer were you to take this?

Being born into one of the most powerful gangs in the city, you were exposed to all kinds of harsh realities that were out there. Your brother Yoongi, he’d come home every single day with a bleeding, whimpering man on his tail. His eyes held no sympathy, no concern, it was with a cold, blank and empty gaze that he looked down on the pleading man. And just when he had enough he’d press his finger against the trigger and shot out whatever life was left in that poor, unfortunate soul.

Yoongi was the only member of your family you had left. And that’s why he made it a point to protect you, he swore upon your parents’ grave.

“You can’t keep me in here forever!” you yelled.

“Yes I can, and I will.” he snapped angrily. “Listen y/n, you have no idea what’s going on out there. One foot out of that door unaccompanied you’d be lying in your own pool of blood. Is that what you want?”

“I can fend for myself.” you retorted. “I’m not a child anymore, Yoongi. I’m a part of this family, I’m a mafia by blood. Let me do my part-”

“I wish you were there to see it, maybe then you wouldn’t be so insensitive.”

“See what?” you scoffed.

“The look on mom’s face before she died. She was crying, she was breaking down in my arms, and she kept pleading over and over that I keep you alive. That if anything should happen to you it would be my fault, and I took up on that responsibility. I don’t think you understand how important your safety is to me, and to others y/n. So stop being so selfish. I just want you to be safe because I love you. Mom loves you.”

Yoongi always pulled the ‘mom card’ on you. Ever since she passed, you always felt some form of guilt. She passed just after giving birth to you, and as much as people tried to convince you that it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t help it. From then on, whatever you could do to honour your mother, you did it without hesitation.

“Throw him out!” you heard your brother yell.

The rain had died down, and you were relieved from all the noise coming from the earlier commotion downstairs. You heard men shuffling in, probably to carry the corpse outside and dispose of it. Usually after incidences like this Yoongi would go up to his office and smoke a cigarette. But since you were feeling a little bored today, you thought you’d bring one downstairs and light it up for him. He kept his cigarettes in one of his desk drawers, usually locked to keep you from smoking them. But what he didn’t know was that you’d rather drink your own pee that take a drag from one of those poisonous sticks. They smelled at felt horrible, you had no idea why people could get addicted to those things.

You grabbed a spare pin from your dressing table and walked into Yoongi’s office. Once you picked the lock open (something you’ve done countless times just for the fun of it) you grabbed a pack and a lighter and shut the drawer, making sure to lock it again. As you walked down the stairs you heard your brother speaking, but the person he was speaking to didn’t sound so familiar.

“So? Did they deliver it?” an unknown voice asked.

He sounded young, but his voice was slightly deep too.

“They better have had them delivered otherwise they’d be happy to find out that their asses are going to be shot at tonight.” you heard Yoongi grumble.

You peeked around the corner and spotted your brother conversing with another man. He was way taller than Yoongi, every muscle in his body built to perfection. His chest and shoulders were broad, enclosed with a white button down shirt. You could practically see his defined muscles through them. His hair was long and curly at the ends, you wished you could run your hands through it to see how soft it was. His face was perfection, he was so incredibly handsome in his formal clothing. His voice was sweet, but you were sure they could get lower and raspier if he tried. He had a light smile on his face, probably amused at your brother’s stressed out reaction.

“Calm down, hyung. I’m sure they did a good job. My men are hard workers, they got this under control.” the handsome man said.

His men? He just went from hot to hotter. You imagined him being authoritative, strict and merciless with the people that he dealt with. That made him look so good in your head.

“y/n what the hell are you doing just standing there?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and realised that Yoongi and the handsome stranger were staring right at you. You got slightly flustered, not expecting your first meeting with this hot stranger to be so awkward.

“I heard you were finished with the body so I thought you might want a smoke as usual.” you said stepping forward.

You could feel the stranger’s gaze rake up and down your entire body, almost making you shiver. You were only dressed in some pyjama shorts and a t-shirt, making yourself feel exposed.

“I thought I told you not to touch those.” Yoongi groaned.

“Alright, I guess I’ll just keep them back-” you teased as you turned around.

“Dammit, wait. Just give them to me.” Yoongi grumbled in frustration.

He put the cigarette in his mouth and let you light it up for him. You were still holding the pack, unsure of whether or not to offer some to the attractive man next to you.

“y/n, this is Jeon Jungkook. Head of the east district. He’s partnering up with us to get some work done. So if you see him around here a lot, don’t freak out. Jungkook, this is my little sister, y/n.” Yoongi introduced.

You made eye contact with Jungkook, and he sent you a half smile and a half smirk. He extended his hand towards you for you to shake.

“Glad to meet you, y/n. Yoongi mentioned quite a bit about you.” Jungkook said.

He grasped your dainty little hands in his big ones. He licked his lips after his small introduction and it sent your brain spiraling out of control at the sight.

“I-it’s nice to meet you too. Cigarette?” you offered awkwardly.

“No thank you, I don’t smoke.” Jungkook smiled as he shook his head slightly.

“O-oh, oops, sorry. It’s just that all of Yoongi’s friends have a habit of smoking.” you apologised.

“Don’t worry about it, princess.” Jungkook said smirking lightly.

That nickname made you swallow nervously and you turned to look at Yoongi.

“Well, you’re welcome for the cigarette, I’m gonna go to my room now.” you told your brother.

“Hey wait, I need a favour.” Yoongi said.

You huffed, “What is it?”

“I need to leave for a bit, I gotta sort out some things at the bar. I told Jungkook that you make one hell of a good burger and that’s exactly the kind of food Jungkook’s into.”

“You want me to make him hamburgers?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yoongi it’s okay, I’m sure I can find a restaurant nearby. And I’m sure they’ll be better.” Jungkook said with a glint in his eye.

You gaped slightly and turned to look at him. “Okay Jungkook, you may be new around here and all, but I’m not taking shit from anyone about my burgers. I make them well and I make them good.” you argued fiercely.

You saw Jungkook’s eyebrow cock in amusement. “Oh yeah? Then show me what you’ve got, babygirl.” he challenged.

“Don’t ‘babygirl’ my ass, just go sit at the table and be prepared to be proven wrong.” you retorted, and then stormed off to the kitchen.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but your sister is really hot when she’s mad.” Jungkook said, his eyes not leaving your behind.

“Yeah, I’m definitely taking this the wrong way.” Yoongi said glaring at Jungkook.

time skip

“I would have gotten ten burgers if I dined in a restaurant by now.” Jungkook complained.

“Jeez, who knew you could be more annoying when you’re hungry?” you mumbled as you watched the meat patties cook.

Jungkook chuckled, “You know when I first saw you, I never thought you were a feisty one.”

“Hm, so?”

“So it means I find you incredibly beautiful, hot and sexy because of it.”

You froze for a few seconds and then turned around to look at him. He was smirking at you again, his chin resting on his palm as he gazed at you from the counter top.

“Did you just hit on me?” you asked in disbelief.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been doing it all along.”

You scoffed and laughed slightly. “You have no shame.”

“Why should I be ashamed for hitting on a really beautiful woman?” he retorted.

“Jungkook, I suggest you don’t tick off the person who’s cooking your food.” you said and turned around to smile sweetly at him, with obvious malice under your tone.

You heard him chuckle at that, making a small genuine smile break out onto your face. Thank god your back was facing him so that he couldn’t see. Once you finished making the burgers, you put two on his plate and one on yours. He smiled and thanked you when you handed him the plate. You sat across him and waited patiently to see his response. He wasted no time in biting into the burger. When he did, he paused for a few seconds, chewing. And then his gaze met yours. He let out a loud groan, and then wasted no time in taking another bite.

You smiled, feeling accomplished. “Not too bad, huh?”

“These are fucking amazing! Where did you learn how to make these?” he asked enthusiastically like a boy.

I guess Jungkook did have an innocent, kind side of him too.

“It’s my mother’s recipe.” you said and let out a soft smile.

Jungkook’s eyes widened briefly before resting in a sympathetic gaze.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea-” he began.

“No it’s alright. I’m sorry I was rude earlier I just, it really hit a nerve when you talked about it like that. This is most of what I have to remember her by.” you said as you played with your fingers on the table.

“Oh damn y/n, I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Jungkook apologised again.

“I know you didn’t. I’m kinda glad you said it though, otherwise I would never have made some for you.” you replied smiling a little.

Jungkook smiled back at you, “Well thank you for sharing this with me. It’s great.”

“I’m glad you think so. My mom taught it to Yoongi when he was four. And then he taught me. Sometimes I get jealous you know? He got to see more of her than I did. That’s something really special.” you said.

“Despite that though y/n, I’m sure your mother still loved you so much. I’m sure she was incredibly happy to have you.”

You looked up at Jungkook to see that he was staring intently at you. You knew he truly meant what he said. You smiled at him thankfully. “That’s a really beautiful thing to say, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” he grinned and continued to eat his burger.

Time passed quickly at the dinner table. You and Jungkook talked and talked, and you found yourself liking him even more.

You yawned softly and rubbed your eyes, Jungkook noticed this and pulled your fist away from your face.

“Okay sleepyhead, it’s bedtime.” he said standing up and walking over to your side.

“No, I can stay up.” you complained.

“No, you need to sleep. Yoongi will kill me if he sees that I kept you awake until this hour. Let’s get you to your room.”

“I’m not a kid, I can stay up until whenever.” you huffed.

“Don’t make me put you over my shoulder, babygirl.” he warned.

You glared at him for a while, and after realising he was serious you sighed and got up, following Jungkook as he led you to the room. You collapsed onto your mattress and Jungkook chuckled. Something about that point in time made Jungkook look a lot more attractive, his lips more kissable, and you didn’t know whether it was your drowsy state or your own confidence that made you do it, but when Jungkook leaned down to pull the blanket up to your shoulders, your arms latched onto the back of his neck, pulling him closer and pressed your lips against his.

You heard him grunt in surprise, but soon his hands were on your back, pulling you closer and his mouth was moving against yours in a fast, feverish way. You moaned softly when his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, and his tongue explored your mouth. He pulled away to place hot kisses and bites all over your neck, making you squirm and cry out his name.

“Jungkook.” you gasped when he placed his cold hand on your thigh, and started to slide it upwards.

“You okay with this, baby?” he asked as he stared into your eyes.

You nodded quickly, urging him to continue.

“You have no idea how much I had to restrain myself around you.” he whispered lowly.

“Do you know, baby, hm? How hard it was to not take you right then and there?” he said and then pressed his hips against yours creating friction.

You threw your head back and shut your eyes as Jungkook worked his magic.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

time skiiiip cuz I can’t go any further >-<

“Just one more before I leave.” Jungkook begged.

You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully before leaning forward and kissing him softly. He whined when you pulled away, making you giggle.

“Head of the east district my ass.” you scoffed and giggled afterwards.

“You saw just how powerful I can be earlier just now, babe.” he smirked.

You blushed and pushed at his chest. “Okay it’s time for you to leave. I’ll see you tomorrow, Kook.”

“Hmm, fine. Can you make hamburgers again tomorrow?” he asked with puppy dog eyes.

You giggled, “Of course.” You ran a hand through his soft hair and then pushed at his shoulders lightly.

“Let’s hope I don’t run into your brother on the way out.” he said as he slipped into his pants.

“That would be horrible.” you agreed.

“Goodnight, princess. See you tomorrow.” he said as he placed one last kiss on your lips and then opened the door.

“I fucking knew it.” Yoongi said as he stood cross armed at the entrance.

“S-Shit, hyung, it’s just, um, l-let me-” Jungkook began.

“Come on, y/n. Him?” Yoongi asked disappointedly.

“Excuse me, what does that mean?” Jungkook asked offended.

“Yoongi, just let it go.” you giggled.

“Yeah, it’s not my fault your sister’s attractive.” Jungkook complained.

“You make an excuse one more time and I’ll beat your ass, Jungkook.”

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the-ghost-and-the-writer · 5 years

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NSFW Alphabet-Chris Argent

As evidenced, I may have a thing for older guys with emotional problems and blood on their hands. Like my personal tumblr isn’t entirely daddy issues

18+ F!Reader

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s quite tender with you afterwards, his voice not going above a mutter as he lies beside you and trails his fingers up and down your body to make sure you enjoyed it

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hands. He loves holding them, kissing your fingers, feeling you stroke his cheek or down his neck and over his chest. He’s fairly obvious about it as well, since he never leaves without kissing your hand and he’s always searching for your hand to hold even in your own home

Because of the attention you give, he has a preference for his arms and his shoulders. It ties in with his love of your hands and how you trail your touch across his shoulders and down his arms sometimes when you talk to him. He also loves sneaking up behind you and scooping you up in his arms to scare you, since it’s just an excuse to pick you up and feel you

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s a traditional guy, he doesn’t want to mess you up unnecessarily so he’ll either cum inside you or in your mouth

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s not a secret that he doesn’t like how Peter Hale looks at you and acts with you, more than once have you had to calm him down from going all Rocky Balboa on Peter’s face. What he hasn’t told you is that there are times he wants to tie Peter down and fuck you in front of him, just so the wolf can get it through his head that there is no chance

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Having been married once, though it not ending well, and an unknown amount of people both before and after that, he has got a fair bit of experience so he very much knows how to make your toes curl

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Though of course he loves any position that allows him to see your face, he has a weak spot for taking you from behind and he’ll take every opportunity to bend you over any available bit of furniture

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Most of the time, it’s serious from the second you kiss to the instant you catch your breath when you’re finished, because he wants you to be sure that he is genuine about your relationship

Other times, more adrenaline-fuelled after dealing with the Typical Shit™, the two of you are so desperate and clumsy that it’s only inevitable that you’ll end up in a giggling fit

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s quite well-groomed down there, more out of his comfort than vanity. He doesn’t like being too dirty so he usually shaves or at least trims it down there

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Chris loves being intimate. Taking his time with you, to focus on just being together, is one thing he gets particularly riled up for because he can just forget the bullshit and be with you.

Any time you have sex could be intimate and romantic, regardless of where you are. A few times in his car have been the more romantic times together

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it much, preferring to have your touch than his own, but there are times when he can’t ignore his need and you’re not there

When he does jerk off, he thinks of all the things he wants to do to you when he gets you alone

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He has the expected ones for someone like him (bondage, blindfolding, etc) but he wouldn’t count those as his favourite kinks. Roleplay and exhibitionism would be his main depravities

Roleplay; It doesn’t have to be going all out, costumes and a fucking plot idea, but he does find a kick to playing out scenarios that wouldn’t be possible otherwise. It can be ridiculous little ideas like you being a rogue hunter who kidnaps him and uses him for whatever you want, as long as you’re into it as much as he is then it’s amazing.

Exhibitionism; He’ll never do it with you anywhere that you could get into too much trouble or anywhere too out in the open but the idea of getting caught or being watched with you is a thrill. In his car at the side of the road in the middle of the night, or in a room with the door only a bit open when people are in the house, in the woods, he’ll have you anywhere as long as you’re down for it. If anyone does end up catching you, it’s only an issue to him if it is for you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

As mentioned above, he will take you anywhere he can, especially when you have to keep yourself quiet.

His favourite place is probably your bedroom though. It’s private and personal and he feels like he can be more attentive and emotionally exposed

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You purposefully teasing him will always turn him on, from what you’re wearing to the tone of your voice and how you touch him so casually. But you teasing him always gets you some of it back, even before you get down to it

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d never hurt you, even if you suggest it. Minor things, like gripping your wrists tightly or fucking you hard enough for it to ache or spanking you with his hand, he’s open to but he wouldn’t use anything like a paddle or (god forbid) a whip on you.

Also, any cutting or marking is off the table. He has, on occasion when you’re roleplaying, brought out a knife to put against your skin but he wouldn’t ever cut you even slightly. It’s the same when the roles are reversed; he has far too many cuts and scars from his work anyway and he doesn’t see how it can be arousing

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Chris fucking adores eating you out, you don’t even need to ask half the time. If he doesn’t get a taste of your pussy at least once a week then he will make up for it the next week for definite. His favoured way of waking you up is with his tongue on your clit

Of course, like most guys, he has a love of getting your lips around his cock and he is very vocal about how good it feels

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time, he does go quite rough and though he tries to keep it slow he does lose the control towards his end

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He usually only suggests a quickie if he really can’t handle your teasing any longer or it’s been too long since you’ve had the chance to spend time together, so he doesn’t see them as on the same level of proper sex. They’re just a temporary outlet.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Risk is the norm for him, in pretty much every aspect of his life, so of course he’s down to experiment unless it has the chance of hurting you

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He has the control down to the point where one round could last almost an hour if need be and he can usually go for two rounds which is more than enough for him to make sure you get yours

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a few, in the dark recesses of his closet. Mostly bondage stuff like soft rope or silk, cuffs, blindfolds and a gag that rarely gets used because he loves to hear you. He has a vibrator as well that he loves to use on you when you’re tied to the bed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves it. He loves to tease you before you’re even in private, usually by tracing patterns against your back and muttering dirty into your ear or pulling you to his chest and complimenting you with that underlying intent and a dark look in his eye

When you get into bed, he’ll tease with almost touches that only just skim past your sweet spots and kisses up your thighs only to skip right over your pussy and travel up your stomach.

On occasion, when he uses a toy on you, he’ll build you up to the peak and then pull back totally until you can’t hold out any longer and every breath is a beg to let you cum

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

With his risky fucks, in hallways and other such places, he keeps his noise limited to growls or grunts since he doesn’t want to be caught that much

Alone, however, with no risk of being caught or heard, he doesn’t bother to hold anything back. He’s not loud, but he’s vocal. He’ll moan your name and praises and he has no shame with you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The two of you have been caught a few times in the car by Sherriff Stilinski. The first time, he let you both go with a warning and since then it’s just been increasingly exasperated encounters. Thankfully, with his friendship with Chris and knowing how embarrassing it would be, he’s never formally charged you with anything. Yet

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Daddy is thicc. He’s got a big one, thick to the point that he has to be careful for the first few thrusts until he’s sure you’re open enough

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He wants you every day, in every way. And he can be so apparent with it, especially in the mornings. No matter how sleepy and foggy-minded he is, every morning he’ll press up against you and try to start the morning off right.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He stays awake until you’re asleep, long enough to make sure you’re safe and comfortable because his life has caused some paranoia and the last thing he will ever do is risk your safety

Requests are still open for more. Also tag lists; if you want me to tag you in my filth then please tell me, it will make me feel like a real human being

#NFW Alphabet #chris argent #chris argent x reader #teen wolf #reader fic #Female reader #fanfiction #lemon #Admin-Hannah

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anyakane · 4 years

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Gift Hunting – An SLBP Fic

Summary: A certain man's birthday is coming up, so Nobunaga drags Akane to find a gift.

Characters: Nobunaga and Mitsuhide!MC

Word count: Approx. 2600 words

Genre: Friendship and humor

Rating: T

A/N: This fic has been in WIP hell for 6 goddamn months!! Part fic, part character study, part extensive headcanon. I saw this post and it cemented my ideal dynamics forever. Enjoy!

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It is mid-afternoon when Akane runs into him; a tall man made taller by his geta and conical hat, pulled low over his eyes. He holds her steady by the shoulder, and for a second she is close enough to smell him.

"I apologise for bumping into you," she says as she bows her thanks when she's let go.

"It's alright," he murmurs. The lower half of his face is covered by a scarf even though the weather isn't cold at all.

There is an inkling in the back of her mind that she knows this man, like the pieces of a puzzle she is so close to putting together. The man wears a traveller's robe, but it looks far too clean and new for it to have been used even a day on the road. His steps, while smooth and confident, are also very careful in the way someone inexperienced with geta is.

Akane jogs to catch up to him before he can get too far. "Excuse me, are you perhaps Lord No–" She can barely get his name out before the man grabs her by the arm to pull her into nearest alleyway away from the crowds.

"How did you figure out it was me," Nobunaga hisses. He's kept his hat on, but Akane can see his face now.

There was a lot she could point out that led to her suspicions, from the robes, to the shoes, to the outright suspicious scarf covering his face, so instead she says, "You smell like castella."

"What."

"You smell like castella," Akane repeats. "I noticed you pacing back and forth outside the kitchen as it was baking, Milord." She leans forward a bit to discretely sniff at his crossed arms. "I believe you're carrying some in your sleeves."

"So the Puppy's friend is a puppy herself, is she?" Nobunaga says. "Should I have kept you as my poison taster? I’ll have you sniffing out poisons instead of cakes."

Akane very carefully ignores Lord Nobunaga's red cheeks and dropped arms. "I'd rather you didn't, Milord. I'm much more useful to you alive and cooking." She thinks about it for a second, then adds, "Also if I had died, I wouldn't be with Mitsuhide, and we both know how you feel about that."

There is an unspoken understanding between them that Nobunaga finds their relationship, and its subsequent effect on Mitsuhide, very, very amusing. He feels that Akane has, in his words, "loosened the stick up his butt". In practice, all that means for Akane is that Nobunaga is about as supportive as a Lord of a clan is expected to be and then some, and every so often makes complaints that she isn't making Mitsuhide relaxed enough for him to skip work. For her part, Akane makes his desserts extra sweet and drops hints at him whenever Mitsuhide is too busy to take care of himself properly.

"Anyway, what are you doing in town?" Akane asks. She frowns as she recalls his plans for the day. "No, more importantly, don't you have an important meeting to attend?" That was the impression she got from Mitsuhide, who had spent better part of the morning running around the castle preparing for it.

"Not so important that Mitsuhide can't handle it without me," Nobunaga says. Mitsuhide must be back at the castle now, handling it. It's no wonder Nobunaga is in town without a care in the world; only Mitsuhide can drag him back. Akane glances at his smirk and knows instantly that it is part of his plan.

And she wants nothing to do with it.

I'll just tell Mitsuhide I saw him in town and he can come get him, Akane decides. "Then, if you'll excuse me, Milord."

"And let you tattle to that mother hen? You're coming with me." Nobunaga turns with a swish of his cloak, marching out of the alley and onto the main road without so much as looking back.

May the gods give me strength, she prays.

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Their first destination is a familiar bookshop, so Akane heads straight for the cookbooks while Nobunaga interrogates the bookseller for the how-to guides.

She flips through a book of illustrated dessert recipes: a new publication containing recipes for desserts from all over the country, and even a few European ones. Nobunaga would love these, she thinks.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Nobunaga pull out several books and flip through them before angrily shoving them back onto the shelf. When he finds one he deems suitable, he stalks over to shove it in her face.

"This looks like this would help in that inane quest of his," Nobunaga says.

Nobunaga had explained, on the way to the shop, that he was looking for a gift for Mitsuhide. He did not necessarily use those words, but Akane had nodded and agreed in all the right places and seen underneath the underneath. Personally, Akane thought Mitsuhide would be happier if Nobunaga wouldn't try to escape his meetings so often.

101 Skits: The Complete Guide to Comedy! says the cover in bold and bright kanji once it's at a reasonable distance from her face. It looks effective enough, considering the smile on Nobunaga's face as he reads a passage.

There is but one problem.

"I'm sorry, Milord, but Lord Mitsuhide already has that book," Akane says.

"You can't be serious," Nobunaga says incredulously. "It was only published a couple weeks ago."

"It's a recent purchase. I caught him practicing to the garden cats once or twice." And to Inuchiyo and Hideyoshi, but Nobunaga doesn’t need to know that.

Nobunaga's look of absolute disgust is a sight to behold as he returns the book to its original spot. "It's amazing he managed that without any disgusting baby talk."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that." Mitsuhide had made valiant effort to deliver his performances seriously at first, only for his speech to devolve into baby talk the more the cats curled around him. When he got his bearings back, he arranged the cats before him to act as an audience, but even they were unimpressed. Akane witnessed the entire spectacle from behind a corner and redirected passing retainers so he could have his precious moments of practice.

Akane goes back to studying her recipe book, while Nobunaga ignores the guides in favour of perusing books of poetry. He bribes the shopkeeper's child with castella to bring him his favourites.

Nobunaga comes back with a deeply unsatisfied look on his face.

"Nothing caught your attention?" Akane asks, not looking up from the book. She's trying to commit as many recipes to memory as she can.

"Nothing's good enough," he says decisively. Then, noticing the book, "What have you been looking at this whole time?"

She hands him the book opened to a recipe for a European cake with honey. "It's a recipe book for desserts."

"Are you going to buy it?"

"It's a little out of my budget," Akane confesses, "and the ingredients aren't easy to get so I won't have much use for it anytime soon."

Nobunaga flips through the book a little more, stopping whenever a particularly tasty looking dessert captures his attention. He slaps the book shut as if he's made a decision.

"Shopkeeper!" Nobunaga calls out as he waves the book in the air. "I will be making a purchase!."

"Wait, what? You don't have to– I mean, that's not necessary–"

"Don't be mistaken," says Nobunaga, cutting off her protests. "This is for my benefit, not yours. You're just the one making them for me." He grins haughtily at her. "Do you doubt my power? I can get any ingredients in the land."

Stunned, Akane watches as Nobunaga hands over the money. Is this a gift? Can she accept it as a gift? She didn't consider herself as particularly irreplaceable (especially not to Nobunaga, who could get any chef he wanted), but there is a quiet thrill in her heart at the thought of being important enough to warrant a personal gift, even if he said otherwise.

"Thank you, Milord," she says, only it comes out softer than she intended.

"Right," he says and –are his ears red? Can't be; that's just his hair– shoves his purchase into her chest before striding out of the store.

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They continue hunting for a gift.

"Does this look like him?" Nobunaga asks, holding something that resembles a plate.

"In what way?" Akane asks back. It is a hideous plate. Akane is insulted on Mitsuhide's behalf, but also afraid to hear the answer on the off chance she ends up seeing the resemblance.

Akane has come to the conclusion that Nobunaga's taste in gift can be summarized in three words: rare, expensive, and if possible, foreign. It's not necessarily bad taste; things that are rare and expensive tend to look aesthetically pleasing, though this plate-like thing is an exception.

It's just that Nobunaga has rejected each and every item out of hand.

"Are you sure you didn't want to get him that nice tea set?" Akane asks as they exit the store. Rather than a gift for Mitsuhide, the result of their outing is a recipe book, a new obi pin, and a crate of fresh fruit to be delivered first thing in the morning.

"Mitsuhide doesn't need another tea set," Nobunaga says. "He's got too many tea cups as it is."

He is, unfortunately, right.

"That doesn't change the fact that you're still without a gift, Lord Nobunaga," Akane points out. "Shall we try one more time before returning to the castle?"

It's nice that Nobunaga is going at it so earnestly. It means he values Mitsuhide too. It makes her want to help him, even when she really needs to get back to prepare for dinner.

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Predictably, Nobunaga doesn't find anything that fulfills his mysterious requirements. Too boring, he says. It's ugly, he says. He aims a long contemplative look at a strange jar, before returning it to the shelf with a sigh.

Now they're sitting across from each other in an expensive tea house where Nobunaga is spoiling his dinner and his dessert. There is a plate of colourful mochi between them to share. They look delicious, but Akane is having mixed feelings about this entire thing.

While Akane has always been aware of the difference in their stations, and has acted accordingly, she's never been wary of spending time with him, the few times he's asked her to. It's not that Akane is unafraid of Nobunaga, because he inspires a healthy amount of fear in anyone. If she's allowed to be honest, she'd say she doesn't see Nobunaga the same way Mitsuhide and Inuchiyo and HIdeyoshi do.

And therein lies the difference.

No one's ever asked, but Akane doesn't care for unification. It's Mitsuhide's dream, and Mitsuhide's dream is her dream, but Akane has never desired anything but a peaceful life without war. It's just that they seem to think unification is the only way. So to her, Nobunaga is less the lord of her clan and more of an employer, and occasionally something like a friend who can kill her at any time without remorse. Does Nobunaga know of her potentially treasonous thoughts? She hopes not, although she likes to think he's a bit more relaxed around her.

It's a moot point now though, because Akane has decided that she'd follow Mitsuhide into hell if that's what his heart decided to do. And if following Mitsuhide means following Nobunaga as well, so be it.

That being said, the mochi has nothing to do with her loyalty, but rather...

"If you wanted mochi, Lord Nobunaga, you could have just told me so. I would have made them for you," she says, pouting. She's retained as his personal dessert chef, damn it!

"What are you upset about; I eat everything else you make, don’t I?" He pushes the plate towards her. "Eat the green one; the owner says they flavoured it with something foreign." There are two of each flavour, and sure enough there is a green one left for her. "If you can recognise the flavour, you can ask for the ingredient the next time the foreign traders come. That is what I keep you for, after all."

As expected, the mochi is delicious, and Akane relaxes despite herself. Nobunaga is being unusually kind to her today. Now that she thinks about it, hasn't everything he bought today been for her? The recipe book she was reading, the obi pin she was eyeing, even the rare fruits she's always wanted to try.

"Thank you for today, Lord Nobunaga. I'm very grateful." And she really is. Not just for the day, either. For Mitsuhide. For Inuchiyo. He is as necessary to them as they are to her. And maybe she's only realized this now, but Akane does like him. Perhaps not in the way Nobunaga expects from his retainers, but she does.

"Hmph. I reward all my retainers who serve me well." He takes a sip of his tea. "You're too easily satisfied, besides."

"Maybe I am," Akane laughs.

Nobunaga orders another round of tea and sweets, and tells her to choose as she likes, so Akane lets herself enjoy his company, and pretend for a moment that they are simply a pair of friends.

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In the end, Mitsuhide catches them on the road to the castle, the Hand of Judgement bearing down on Nobunaga's shoulder as he sneaks up on them without a sound. Akane leaps an embarrassing three feet into the air, while Nobunaga shifts into an attack stance.

"And just what was so important than you ran away from your meeting, Milord?" Mitsuhide asks with only a hint of anger. "We are quite lucky the meeting went well even without you."

"As if I'd expect anything less from my Right Hand," Nobunaga says, rolling his eyes.

It's cute how happy he looks at the praise. "Right, well, did you at least find what you were looking for?"

Akane and Nobunaga share a glance, an unspoken conversation in the split second of eye contact. "I'm not going to tell you," he declares.

"Lord Nobunaga!" Mitsuhide starts, scolding his liege lord all the way back to the castle while they walk together.

As their shadows stretch in the setting sun, Akane feels content.

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Epilogue

Akane snuggles into Mitsuhide's chest on their shared futon, seeking his warmth. She missed him. Mitsuhide tucks her head under his chin and holds her tight.

"I'm sorry I went out with Lord Nobunaga without telling you," she begins.

Mitsuhide squeezes her tighter. "Knowing him, I'm sure he didn't give you much of a choice. And you don't have to apologize; I don't want to be the kind of man who doesn't let you live your own life." He chuckles self-consciously. "But I will admit that I feel terribly jealous."

Akane maneuvers herself until she is on top of him. Now it is Mitsuhide who is looking up at her. "Then, my darling, would you like some reassurance that you're the only one in my heart?"

"If you please," he breaths as their mouths meet for a kiss, and sets the tone for the rest of the night.

(The next morning, Nobunaga announces Mitsuhide's gift: a week-long vacation, to be accompanied by Akane.)

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