#'my road of good intentions led where such roads always lead' haha

[darknessbleda]

anyways join me in suffering over parallels between elphaba and terra :)

[drabbles-mc]

I Know A Place

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: can you do a Juice x female reader where she's out with Juice as part of a small errand that she needed to do, and her dad Piney insisted she needed an escort due to the shit happening with Zobelle - and they have to hide at one point and (there's already some tension going on at this point) after impressing him with how much she can run, at one point he needs to pull her flush against him, and his hand gets a feel of how ripped she is and it all comes to a head when they reach a motel

Warnings: language, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I did tweak a few things from the original request, hope that’s alright! I try not to be too descriptive of body types when I do reader inserts because it’s just not as inclusive, so I left it kind of vague as I do with all of my fics that are written in this style. Also, instead of a motel it’s a safehouse. But Juice still gets some so it all evens out haha. Enjoy! xo

SOA Taglist: @mijop​ @adela-topaz-caelon​​ @masterlistforimagines​ @garbinge​​ (As always, if you want to be tagged in anything going forward just let me know!)

You couldn’t deny that you were a little annoyed when the club essentially assigned you a babysitter. You’d fought Opie and Tig on it for a hot minute, only caving when Piney spoke up. There were a lot of people that you could afford to piss off but he really wasn’t one of them. He told you that you were going to have someone with you until things calmed down again, and that was that.

“Oh sure,” Opie said with a shake of his head, “you’ll listen when he says it.”

“Yea, ‘cause you’re not my father,” you shot back at him with a roll of your eyes.

“And you’re also not as scary,” Jax piped in with a laugh.

You wanted to hold onto your frustration but you couldn’t help but to crack a smile, knowing that he was completely right. Opie might’ve been tall and stoic, but he was still your brother and you still knew too many embarrassing things about him to ever be fully intimidated by him the way that you were with your father. Opie had a softness in him that your father never had.

“Who’s gonna be babysitting me, then?” you asked as you plopped down at the bar.

“Got a preference?” Jax chuckled, “I’ll see if I can make it happen.”

You looked over at him, clearly unamused, “I’d prefer to not have anyone stuck to me like glue.”

“Well that’s out of the question,” Piney spoke up with a shake of his head. He paused, turning to Juice, “Juice.”

He looked up from his laptop, eyes bright, “Yea?”

“You’re gonna be keeping an eye on Y/N for a while. Got it?”

He nodded, always glad to be given a task. You don’t think that he’d ever said no to the guys the entire time he’d been involved with the club, even when he probably should have. You looked over at him, and as annoyed as you were that you were going to have a protective detail with you, you had to admit that there were much worse people to be stuck looking at all day while you ran errands. The two of you never got a whole lot of quality time together, but he seemed sweet enough.

“Let me know when you’re ready,” you looked over at him, trying not to take your frustration out on him, “I got some shit I gotta take care of.”

“Now,” he stammered slightly as he shut his laptop, “N-I’m ready now. I’m good to go,” he nodded.

You chuckled, “Alright,” you tossed him the keys to your car, “then let’s hit the road, Juan Carlos.”

He caught the keys, but barely. You bit back a laugh as you shook your head. He tossed his laptop to the side and made his way over to you. He led the way, opening the clubhouse door for you. You flashed him a smile as you walked out, wondering how a man like him ended up in a club like this.

Letting Juice drive was a calculated decision on your part. You felt like you’d learn more about him from the passenger seat. Plus he was nice to look at and that was difficult when you needed to have your eyes on the road to drive.

“This because of what happened to Gemma?” you asked, breaking the seal of silence in the car.

“Wh-what?” his body tensed.

“All of the women being assigned body guards,” you clarified, “Is it because of what happened with Zobelle and Gemma?”

You could see him hesitate, but that answered your question as well as anything. After a moment he nodded, “Yea. Protocol until further notice.”

You nodded slowly, “Gotcha,” you looked over at him as he parked your car, “You pissed that you’ve been demoted to babysitter?”

There was a small smirk on his face as he turned and looked over at you, “Guess I didn’t consider this a demotion.”

There was something about his tone and the look in his eyes that made your face suddenly feel warm. You smiled and shook your head, “Right,” you took a deep breath to try and get your mind right, “You ready?”

He nodded, hopping out of the car so he could come around and open the door for you. You smiled, surprised by the gesture. He held his hand out to you and you took it despite the fact that you didn’t need it. You saw the way that the muscles in his arms flexed as he helped you and you found yourself involuntarily biting your bottom lip.

“You okay?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

You cleared your throat and nodded, “Yea. All good. Let’s go.”

He chuckled just loud enough so that you could hear it and you shook your head at yourself. You went from extremely annoyed with the entire situation to very into it in the matter of one car-ride and you wished that your hormones would stay out of your thought pattern. There was a reason he was assigned to make sure you stayed safe, it wasn’t exactly the best time to be gawking at him.

As you continued to check things off of your to-do list, you found that Juice really wasn’t bad company. He was sweet, and funny. You didn’t remember the last time someone made you laugh that hard while you were grocery shopping. He pushed the cart for you and you really wondered why someone who had so much gentleness in them would want to be part of an outlaw motorcycle club.

“Can we stop and grab a coffee?” you asked after you’d stacked your grocery bags in the back of the car, “My treat, since you’ve been so helpful today despite the fact that I was kinda shitty to you about it at first.”

He laughed, “Yea, coffee sounds good.”

“I know a good spot a couple blocks up. Up for a walk?”

“Sure,” he nodded, waiting for you to start leading the way.

The two of you walked together, and you chuckled as Juice provided commentary on everyone and everything that you walked past. There was something about him that made you think that he was the kind of person to never run out of stories.

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of yelling and cursing coming from farther up the block. Juice stopped in his tracks. Throwing his arm out in front of you to make you do the same. His brows furrowed as he listened intently, trying to figure out who was making all of the noise and why.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath before turning to you, “you gotta go.”

“What?”

He nodded back in the direction the two of you had just come from, “Get back to the car. Quickly. I’ll meet you there.”

“Juice what’s going—”

“Just go,” he nudged you in the right direction as the voices got closer, “please.”

You saw him reach into his kutte for his gun and that was the moment you decided that whatever the problem was, it was above your paygrade. You took off at a swift run as the voices got louder, and you could hear Juice yelling something back at them. You were nervous, but the only thing reassuring you at all was that you didn’t hear any gunshots. Whatever was happening, the chaos must’ve been somewhat controlled.

The run back to your car felt much longer than the walk away from it. You were practically gasping for breath as you fumbled around for your keys in your purse. Just as you were about to slide the key into the lock, you felt someone’s body press firmly up against yours. You started to let out a scream but they clapped their hand over your mouth.

“It’s me,” Juice sounded about as winded as you did, “Sorry, it’s me,” he let go of you, but his body was still flush up against yours, “Quick, unlock the door.”

You wanted to make a smart remark about how that’s what you had been trying to do before you got body-slammed, but your brain wasn’t working well enough for that. You were trying to turn your key in the lock while not thinking about the way his chest pressed against your back with each deep breath he took to recover from his run to you.

You were finally rewarded with the clicking sound of the door unlocking. You flung it open and scrambled over to the passenger seat, letting Juice climb in after you. He slammed the door shut and immediately turned the car on, throwing it in drive and peeling out of the parking lot.

Both of you were silent as he tore down the streets of Charming. You wanted to ask what that was all about, but you weren’t sure how much you really wanted to know.

Once his breathing started to level out, he glanced over at you, “You’re fucking fast,” he laughed.

You chuckled, leaning your head back against the seat, “Adrenaline and fearing for your life will do that,” you looked over at him, trying to search his face for some answers. Despite your better judgment, you asked, “What was all of that about?”

Juice sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to lie to you about it, “Zobelle isn’t the only person the club has pissed off lately.”

“Really racking up popularity points, huh?” you shook your head.

He laughed, “Yea. Mayans called off the truce. So it’s pretty much on-sight at this point.”

“Jesus Christ,” you ran your hands down your face, “So what now?”

He shrugged, still with a white-knuckle grip on his steering wheel, “Um. Good question. We can head back to the clubhouse, or we can find somewhere to lay low for a couple hours.”

The last thing you wanted to do right now was face your father and your brother. You looked at him, watching the way he stared intently at the road, “Where’d you have in mind?”

“Hm?”

“To lay low,” you sighed, “I don’t wanna fucking deal with Opie right now,” you let out a humorless laugh, “And if I don’t, I know you definitely don’t.”

He laughed despite the stress weighing on his brain, “That’s fair. I think I know a place.”

He didn’t elaborate further, and you didn’t ask him to. You rested back against the seat and watched the buildings and yards fly by your window as Juice drove you off to wherever he figured was a safe place to land. The longer he drove, the more relaxed he became, which in turn made you feel a little better as well. There was a tiny part of you that wanted to reach out and rest your hand on him, but you knew that was just the adrenaline talking, or at least that’s what you told yourself.

The car came to a stop in the driveway of a small house in a town that neighbored Charming. You’d never been there, and it didn’t look like anyone had been there in quite some time. You looked over to Juice, eyebrows raised as you waited for some kind of an explanation.

He looked over at you and gave a small shrug, “Club safehouse. Seemed like as good of a place as any to kill a couple hours.”

You shrugged and nodded, “Fair enough. It got a fridge? I don’t want all my groceries going to waste.”

He laughed, “Yea, it’s got a fridge. Your ice cream will be fine.”

You grabbed the bags out of the back of the car while he went and unlocked the house, checking to make sure that everything was alright. You knew the chances of anything happening to the two of you were slim to none. It wasn’t likely that they were able to tail you, Juice had driven all over god’s green earth to make sure that didn’t happen. Still, you felt a little better knowing that this was a designated place for laying low and staying out of trouble.

Setting the bags down on the counter, you started to take out everything that needed to be in the refrigerator or the freezer. It wasn’t much, but Juice was right when he called you out about the ice cream. It was the first thing you took out and tossed to be chilled.

You spun around to grab one last thing out of the bag and collided directly into Juice. Your hands landed on his chest while his grabbed onto your hips to keep you from stumbling further. You let out a nervous laugh, your face instantly getting hot. There was a small smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. Your entire body was trembling and as much as you wanted to blame it all on the chaos of the day, you knew there was a little more to it than that.

“You good?” his hands slid up your sides as he asked, pushing up the fabric of your shirt.

You swallowed hard, trying to focus on maintaining feeling in your legs as you nodded, “I’m good.”

He could feel the way your body was trembling slightly underneath his fingertips, “You sure?”

Your brain couldn’t come up with a single coherent thought. You were too distracted by the heat radiating from his hands, the way his chest rose and fell beneath your palms. The day had already been a trip and you figured there was no way that you could really make it all that much worse. So you gave in to the impulsive, needy part of your brain that had been quietly nagging at you all day.

Before you could try to reel yourself in, your lips crashed into his. It must’ve been exactly what he had been expecting, because his arms instantly snaked tightly around your waist and kept your body flush up against his. A quiet moan slipped past your lips as your hands roughly cupped his face, keeping his lips pressed against yours.

Hit bit down on your bottom lip with a quiet moan and the thought crossed your mind that it was one of the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard. You pushed the kutte down off of his shoulders and instantly started to lift his shirt off over his head. He let out a quiet, breathy laugh as he obliged, gripping onto yours to help you do the same.

With no hesitation he scooped you up off the floor and carried you to the bedroom. You let out a gasp as he dropped you onto the bed and instantly began undoing your shorts. You lifted your hips to make it easier for him to slide them down your legs. He smiled as he tossed them aside, along with your underwear. You sat upright and your hands instantly went to work on his belt. You looked up at him for a moment and when you saw the way he was smiling down at you, it became almost impossible to focus on the task at hand.

Despite the distraction, you were rewarded with the sound of his jeans falling to the floor in a denim pool around his ankles. He stepped out of them and back you onto the bed, hands roaming over your body the entire time.

His lips found yours and within moments you felt his tongue running along your bottom lip. He situated himself between your legs as he kissed you, one hand sliding down your stomach and landing between your legs. His fingers traced lightly over your folds and he moaned into your mouth when he felt how wet you already were.

He took his lips off of yours only long enough so that he could position himself at your entrance. He looked up at you, eyes searching yours for the go-ahead to continue. Your hands gripped onto his hips and pulled him into you, causing both of you to moan. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting down onto your shoulder as he thrusted into you.

Your nails raked down his back as you lost yourself in the feeling of having him inside of you. His name fell from your lips repeatedly as his body continued to connect with yours. His hands traveled all over you, caressing every inch of exposed skin with a gentleness that didn’t at all match the intensity that he was using to fuck you, but it felt right nonetheless.

You gripped onto his biceps, nails sinking into his tattoo as you felt your orgasm building. You cursed as his pace continued to increase, his hands finding their home on your hips as he pinned you down.

“Fuck,” every muscle in your body tensed as you came. Your hands grabbed and scratched at his back and shoulders for a grip that they couldn’t find.

Juice wasn’t far behind you, quickly pulling out of you a few moments later before he did something he’d regret. He collapsed onto your chest with a deep sigh, hands gently sliding up and down your sides. It was the first time all afternoon that your body stopped trembling. After a few moments of nothing but the sound of your breathing filling the room, you heard Juice let out a quiet laugh.

You looked down at him, “What’s so funny?”

He rested his hands on your chest before placing his chin on them. There was a tiny smirk on his face as he fought to get his breathing evened out again, “Told you this wasn’t a demotion.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “You’re ridiculous.”

“C’mon,” he joked, “you gotta admit that this all could’ve gone so much worse.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face, “I guess so,” you locked eyes with him, “How much longer you think you’ll have to keep an eye on me?”

He laughed, leaning up to place a soft kiss on the side of your neck, “Probably for a long time. Just to be safe.”

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Okay. IMAGINE a HC where MC works at a dive bar as a waitress/bartender.

IMAGINE this is the same dive bar that zens motorcycle gang hangs out at.

IMAGINE MC and zen become good friends BUT one day Zen decides to leave the motorcycle gang and never sees MC again UNTIL a mysterious young women joins the RFA.

IMAGINE Zen being completely confused as to why this bEaUtiFuL young women looks so familiar but doesn’t know why..........

lol just a thought I had. I would love to see it as a HC or short story lolol

Keep up the amazing work🥰

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First of all: adorable, yes:

Here’s a short one shot I made, I hope it’s fine!!

When he opened the door to Rika’s apartment he didn’t have time to look around. You were in danger.

Zen didn’t make any connection until you were out of the apartment, the white haired guy that had been holding you probably traumatized and hurt from the big bite you gave him.

He quickly led you to his motorcycle and asked if you were alright riding it, that you could hold on to him as tightly as you wanted it you were scared. But you only smiled and said sure, you were fine with the bike, like it was no big deal. As he handed you his helment he couldn’t help but feel this weird sense of... déjà vu...but he quickly brushed it aside and helped you get on, and quickly turning on the bike, leaving your apartment behind.

As you both passed through the busy streets and roads, Zen couldn’t help but feel his mind drift away to something else...

Just where had he seen you before?

He felt your hands tighten around him and he jokingly looked back at you.

“Scared?”

You smirked and stuck out your tongue, your cheeks flushed and eyes filled with excitement. “As if! I’m not scared if I’m with you.”

And then....Zen suddenly got this memory...

He’d had this conversation before...didn’t he? The exact same one...where???

The thing is, you almost crashed into a bush, and then Zen had to stop thinking about it or else you would both probably die.

When you both reached his apartment, Zen managed to push the thoughts and feelings out of his head, until you went to sleep. Then, he quickly went up to the roof with a beer and his phone, and tried to remember just why the hell he was feeling like that...

Zen turned on his cigarette and looked up at the sky.

“You know smoking is bad for you right?” He heard a voice behind him say, and there you were.

“Sorry. Did I wake you up?” He asked, but you shook your head and handed him another beer.

“Cass Red right? Same as always?”

Zen was about to reply, when he stopped dead in his tracks.

......

“Let me guess, Cass Red again?” The waitress smiled and Zen couldn’t help but smile back. “Jeez, how old are you? Are you even allowed to drink?” They asked.

“Are you allowed to be working at such a dangerous place like this? I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you hanging around in a high school uniform somewhere around here, so I could say we’re both the same age and that we’re both doing something we shouldn’t be doing since I’m sure your boss doesn’t know about your real age.”

The waitress shook their head and gently pushed Zen. “ I won’t tell if you don’t. It’ll be like out little secret, alright?” They winked and Zen felt his cheeks flush a bit, but he smiled. That was the first time he’d had a conversation with the waitress that wasn’t asking for his drink.

So he decided to get to know them better. He was in luck since his motorcycle gang always hung around this bar, and even though he managed to stand the guys, they weren’t exactly the best company to hang around. But the waitress? Well, they were...amazing. Zen couldn’t help but look forward to every Friday and Saturday, where they’d be serving up drinks and foods for everyone. He’d always walk up to them and spend hours and hours talking, and then when their shift was over, Zen would always offer them a ride home (which they would always refuse, something about being scared of motorcycles.) So he always ended up walking them to the station instead.

He always walked into the bar full of excitement and happiness...that is until...one day he seemed to be a bit different from normal.

“Cass Red right? Same as always?” They asked...but Zen didn’t reply in his usual chipper tone. Something was wrong. The waitress of course, managed to catch on to it and asked what’s se happened.

“Meet me outside when your shift is over.” He whispered into your ear, and then quickly left the bar. The hell?

Anyway, the waitress followed his instructions, and once their shift was over they went outside to meet up with Zen. He was near his bike, holding a helment on his hand.

“Zen? What’s this? You know I don’t really like riding on bikes...” they said as they got closer to him.

Zen bit his lip and gently shoved the helment towards them. “Please. I promise I won’t go fast, just come with me this time...it’s important.”

They couldn’t help but accept, I mean, who could say no to those puppy eyes? The waitress slowly got on the bike behind Zen, who helped them placing their arms around him. He started the bike, and every now and green he turned around to look at them. At one point, he slowly turned around and forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Scared?” He teased. The waitress gulped and slowly shook their head. “A-as if! I....I’m not scared...if I’m with you...” they said, hiding their flushed face on Zen’s back.

They almost crashed. Zen remembers feeling so flustered, he couldn’t help it! The rest of the night though, went perfect. The two of them found a nice spot under the stars, where they could see the whole city below them....then...then at one point, they kissed. Zen doesn’t remember who made the first move, but he just remembers running his hands through their hair and kissing them, as if they were going to disappear at any moment. They were going to go further, whispering to each other if it was alright, Zen promising he’d be gentle, when all of a sudden some shouts were heard and some security guards appeared.

After that...well...nothing happened. The waitress never saw Zen again. It was as if he had disappeared. They waited, and waited...until they grew tired....and then they forgot about it...about their first love. The first person they found they cared about...

And then...they found each other again. You were the waitress...you were the person Zen sometimes couldn’t stop thinking about. It was you.

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“Zen...?” You asked, and he let out a yelp when he saw how close your face had been to his.

“Zen you alright? You just zoomed out all of a sudden haha, what was that?” You asked, and gently bopped his head with the can of beer.

“It was you...” he whispered.

“Huh?”

“It was you...” he said, a bit louder this time.

“What do you mean? Of course it’s me, did you forget that you brought me over here?”

“No. I mean, I didn’t forget about bringing you here, I don’t have amnesia. What I mean is that...you were that waitress at the bar....”

You went quiet.

Now that Zen paid more attention...you still looked the same. Your hair was a bit longer, and you looked more mature...but it was still you.

You looked at the ground and slowly smiled. “I thought you had forgotten.” You whispered.

Zen took a small step towards you and shook his head. “N-no, I...why didn’t you say anything?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I thought about it, but you didn’t seem to remember it. I really thought you had amnesia at one point, maybe that you had fallen from that bike of yours and hit your head or something.”

Zen chuckled and rubbed his neck, muttering a few embarassed sorry’s. “I mean, I did think you looked familiar but I didn’t make the connection until now.”

“Wow. You must feel a tiny bit stupid.”

“I do.”

You both let out a laugh and then Zen grabbed your hands, looking straight into your eyes. Before he had seemed laid back, confident, but now he looked extremely nervous...and...scared?

“I...I’m so sorry...for leaving you without saying anything. It’s- I left the gang. To become an actor, I just didn’t want to be part of whatever they were doing anymore. I didn’t...I couldn’t say goodbye...I don’t know why. It always broke my heart. Every day I’d walk into the bar with the intention of saying farewell, but I never found the courage to say it...”

You cupped his cheek, “I understand” you said. “I get it. I was super worried though you know? I thought something had happened to you. But I’m glad you lef the gang, you were doing the right thing.”

You both stood in silence for a bit before you spoke again, your cheeks flushed. “Uhm...about that time...do you...do you still maybe...feel the same...as back then...?” Your words became softer and softer, and Zen thought it was absolutely adorable, and he nodded smiling, a huge loving smile. You smiled back and Zen leaned his forehead against yours.

“Y/N, I have not stopped thinking about you since the day I left. I’ve always loved you, with all my heart. Do you still feel the same?”

You nodded, and you both let out a small cheer. Zen quickly pulled you to him, and lifted your chin, a blush crossing his face. “Then...you won’t mind if...if I kiss you...?”

You shook your head, and Zen gently pushed his lips against yours, cupping your neck and letting out a small content sigh as the two of you made contact. Soon, the two of you were making out, your tongues fighting against each other for dominance. Zen gripped your hips with his other hand and slowly pulled away, smirking.

“Why don’t we continue...where we left off last time?” He asked, and you smiled, nodding, leading Zen back to his apartment.

You spent that night in his heated embrace, Zen trailing kisses down your neck and whispering how much he loved you.

Later you told the RFA about your story, everyone thought it was adorable, and was actually a bit jelly about your romance story. The whole RFA mess was solved, along with the Echo Girl bullshit (you were bout to beat that bitch up) and Zen ended up getting so many acting offers! The two of you would always spent your time together and talk about the old times, sometimes you’d tease him about how he was back then. Zen was happy to be with you, and he always reminded you how much he loved you.

The end!

Btw: whenever I write/read tongues fighting for dominance? This image comes to my head:

Sorry not sorry

[kookiemydream]

BTS reaction→they get jealous.

paring: bts x reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of smut!!

genre: angst, fluff

a/n: thank you so much for requesting angel! I hope you like it! 

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↠ kim seokjin.

Jin thought it would’ve been nice for you to come along to one of his photoshoots. You know, just to see what his day consists of and how hard he worked etc. 

He didn’t bring you along so that one of his members could start chatting you up. Fuck that. 

Granted, Namjoon had only cracked one joke which you had found quite funny so the only natural and polite thing to do was to laugh. Simply as that. 

Except Jin didn’t see it like that, he saw only competition. He was the only one allowed to make you laugh like that, to put that smile on your face and make you that happy. 

“Come Y/N.” Jin said flatly, holding his arm out for you to take. 

You looked up from where you were sitting next to Namjoon. “Are guys finished already?”

He shook his head but didn't retract his hand. Feeling a little bit more awkward, you took it hesitantly and was instantly rushed to one of the spare rooms in the venue. 

“Jin, what’s going on?” You questioned, as you saw his jaw tighten “Did someone say something?”

“Do you think Namjoon is funnier than me?” He questioned lowly, completely dodging your question while looking down at the floor and pouting slightly. 

“Sorry?”

“Well, you seemed to find him hilarious just then! Why don’t you just go out with him instead!” 

He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted even more. Without even trying to help it, you chuckled lightly before walking over to him and squishing his cheeks together. 

“Kim Seokjin.” You stated “When will you ever learn that you’re the only one for me! The only one who can make me laugh so hard that I’ll almost pee!” He giggled and gently took hold of your wrists that were on his face, rubbing lightly.  

“You need to remember that I’m yours. Always.” You kissed his nose. “Don't forget that!”

“I’m sorry Jagi. I love you so much.” 

“I love you more baby.”

“But I’m still funnier right?”

↠min yoongi

Yoongi was all for privacy and trust in a relationship. He knew that you were loyal and wouldn’t ever do anything to strain the bond you two had

Which is why he got a little upset and confused when saw a text from a guy, more specifically sending you a bunch of hearts.

“Hey honey, I was thinking tomorrow we could go visit that new place down the road- YOONGI?” you came in from the bathroom, body still wrapped up in a bathrobe and hair still damp.

Yoongi was sat on the side of the bed, your phone in hand, staring at the notification intently.

“How long Y/N?” he said sternly

“What are you talking about-?”

“HOW LONG Y/N?” Yoongi raised his voice as he launched himself off the bed towards you. He shoved the phone into your face, making sure you read the message before he carried on talking.

“You really thought you could get away with it? I loved you Y/N, and you just threw it right back in my face! So go on, tell me what went through your mind? Tell me what I did for you to hurt me so badly?”

“Yoongi.” you started simply “That text message is from my friend Evan.”

“I can fucking read, Y/N”

“Let me finish. My GAY friend, Evan.”

That for sure, shut Yoongi up.

“S-So he likes-“

“Yes Yoongi, he likes dick!”

At this point, your boyfriend looked more embarrassed than angry. He gently sat back down on the bed.

“I’m sorry baby, I just get so angry with the thought of losing you.”

You joined him by sitting next to him, taking hold of his hands and bringing it to your lips “I would never do that to you my love. You’re too important.”

“I need to make it up to you though Y/N, that wasn’t fair on you!” Both of you sat there for a few moments before he smirked and started to untie your bathrobe belt.

“I have the perfect way to make it up to you.”

↠jung hoseok

“This is so nice Hobi!” you cooed at the the beautiful layout of the dinner table set out in front of you. It was your 2 year anniversary and Hoseok, being the sunshine that he is, decided to take you out to eat. Obviously, he did not disappoint. 

“Anything for my princess!” He smiled, pulling your chair out and tucking you in, then walking around the table to his seat. You both scanned the menus briefly and decided on what you were having

“So, have you two settled on what you’d like to eat?” The waiter pulled out his notepad and started to jot down the meals you chose. 

“Perfect choice for the beautiful lady.” He winked as you finished reciting your choice, not even realising the obvious flirting of the man.

‘Is he fucking serious?’ Hoseok thought to himself as he walked away. He looked over at you to see if you had noticed too but there was no sign of discomfort nor blush upon your cheeks. 

So he decided to ignore it. 

Bad idea. 

During the night, you at some point had to use the ladies room, which resulted in leaving Hoseok the table to himself for only a few minutes. The waiter decided that this was the perfect time to swoop in. 

“She’s a fine piece of work, am I right bro?” 

Breathe Hoseok breathe, he’s just being nice.

“I don’t know about you, but I'm gonna shoot my shot.”

He’s joking, don’t worry about it. Just ignore him. He knows she’s yours.

“Here, give this to her. It’s my number, tell her to call me asap. Thanks bro!”

He doesn’t know. This guy is trying to date your girlfriend.

And as he looked at the napkin with digits in his hand, he felt the anger stream through his veins. Finally seeing you exit the bathroom, he took your hand and led you out of the restaurant without a word being said.

“Hobi? Where are we going? We have’t finished yet?”

“We’re never going back there Y/N, ever. I don’t trust it at all.” He growled, eyes only ahead of him.

Because you trusted his judgement, you let him lead you further and further away without asking any further questions.

You did find out about his frustration that night though, but that's a whole different story. 

↠kim namjoon

Something you and Namjoon both had in common was the love for your books. It was one of the qualities of you that he fell in love with when you first met. You even had your first date inside one of those bookshops/cafes. 

So you two made it a tradition, every two weeks or so, to go to the nearest library or bookstore and pick out a book for either yourselves or each other. 

Namjoon was in the middle of reading the blurb of one book in particular when he heard an all too familiar laugh come form the other side of the aisle. 

“Haha yes! The character in this book is such an extrovert you’re right!” There you were, a couple of novels held against your chest, chatting to the clerk that worked here. 

“Ah I'm so glad I've found someone who’s read this book! You must be special!” The clerk smirked and leant his elbow on the shelves. 

Namjoon felt himself tense. Even though he couldn't physically see the situation fold out, he heard all of it and the tone of voice the clerk was speaking in?

Nope. Not on his watch. 

Quickly, he made his way around to where you were, immediately greeting you with a kiss and and a soft grip around your waist “Have you chosen a book yet baby?” He murmured, not even taking a glance at the man in front. 

“Uh yeah, I just need to go pay! It was so nice to meet you Josh!” You took Namjoons hand and led him to the front desk.

“Honey, that wasn't fair.”

“What wasn’t?”

“That guy!” you turned around to face him “You made him look like an fool!”

“Well if he wasn’t trying to act like a fool and try and steal my girlfriend, we wouldn’t have a problem now would we?” Namjoon said, taking the books from your grasp and walking towards the counter.

↠park jimin

“Yes Y/N, that’s it you got it!” Hoseok yelled over the loud music that was blasting through the speakers. You smirked at your reflection as your body move in time with beat. 

Jimin was leant up against the mirror beside facing you, smiling at the talent being presented. He applauded loudly as the music came to a stop and you finished with your ending position. 

“You looked so great baby!” Jimin sang and embraced your sweaty figure. You buried your face into his neck, still breathing heavily from the exercise. 

“I agree, but there’s one move I’d like to touch up on!” Hoseok started the music up again but at a lower volume. “During the spin, it’d look even better if you rolled your hips, like this.” 

“Um okay?” You focused on yourself in the mirror once more, trying to mimic the man bedside you. Jimin laughed as he saw you fail, looking more like a solid piece of wood than anything elegant. 

“Y/N, don’t focus on your stomach it’s more about the hips!” Hoseok stepped closer to you, putting firm hands on your waist and guiding them. You smiled, getting the grasps of it. 

Jimin took your smiling for a totally different reason. 

Abruptly, Jimin stomped out of the practice room, at which, you followed him.

“Baby, what’s going on?” You gently took his hand from behind but he brushed it off, turning around to face you.

“Bet you enjoyed his hands on you right?” He snapped, running a hand through his hair “Bet you’d love for him to make you feel good instead of me huh?”

You were too shocked to say anything else and the hesitation made Jimin even more upset. “I knew it.”

He went to turn around again, but you grabbed his face before he could. “Jimin,  you will always be the one to make me feel good. Only you. No one else.”

Jimin closed his eyes and sighed “You promise?”

You held out your pinky and he took it, smiling lightly “I promise.”

↠kim taehyung

“Taehyung!” you screamed, trying to get your wrist out of his grasp, as he dragged you away from the nightclub towards the car park.”Taehyung let go of me!” 

He ignored your whines and opened your side of the car door before hoisting you up from the legs and into the seat. He got in on his side and started up the car, driving through the empty roads of the night. 

You could clearly see he was pissed off, by the way he gripped the steering wheel and the way his jaw was tightened. The sound of the wheels turning on the road was the only sound that filled the car. 

You figured it was best you stayed quiet. 

When you pulled into the driveway, he didn't even wait for you to get out before he made his way inside the house. 

After a while of being home, you two still hadn't exchanged a word. he had locked himself in your room and hadn't come out since the evening outing. When you deduced to finally hit the hay, you knocked on the door lightly, not expecting and not getting a response. 

“Tae?” you whispered, walking into the room quietly. You were met with the back of your boyfriend who was curled up under the covers. “Tae, are you awake?”

“What do you want Y/N?”

Hi booming voice somehow made your heart swell, hearing his voice after hours of its absence made you miss him even more. You crawled onto the bed bedside him and put your head on his shoulder, stroking his hair.

“Can we talk love?”

You heard him heave a big sigh before he turned around to face you “You think it was nice to see my girlfriend dancing with another man all because she wanted to make her boyfriend jealous?” 

You looked down in shame.

“You know how dangerous that was, beautiful?” The pet name told you that Taehyung was no longer angry. “Anything could’ve happened to you, you’re so lucky I was there to drag you away.”

“I’m sorry Tae.” you said quietly, playing with the hem of his shirt innocently “It was stupid of me.” He sighed once more before pulling you into a warm cuddle and kiss. 

“I’m the only one you can dance with like that, okay?”

↠jeon jungkook

Jungkook should be happy at this moment, he really should. Many people would kill to be in his situation right now, knowing that the woman on stage, doing all these seductive moves, was all theirs.

But he was far from happy.

See, he didn’t want everyone to be looking you like THAT. He didn’t want the imaginations of other people to go wild about something that was his. The way people were looking at you with the overflow of lust in their eyes. 

Absolutely not.

Which is why after the performance, he pulled you into a spare dressing room, and started desperately kissing your neck. 

“Jungkook! What’s gotten into you!”

“You think that was funny princess?” he mumbled against your skin, hands roaming all over your body. “You loved the attention didn’t you baby? You loved the screams and stares didn’t you?” You moaned at the sensation, gripping and tugging at his hair.

“And what if I did?” You said cockily. Jungkook growled and picked you up so that your legs were wrapped around his waist. “Be careful babygirl, you don’t wanna misbehave now of all times.”

“Make me.” 

Thank god the music of the concert was loud enough.

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Planez

WORD COUNT: 3,205

WARNINGS: SMUT (18 + CONTENT)

ANYWHERE MASTERPOST

Recommended Listening: Planez x Jeremih (ft. J.Cole)

Blindfolded and fitted with noise-canceling headphones, Tasha felt like she had been forced into a hostage situation. The events of the morning felt like another installment of Liam Neeson losing someone in his family from the moment her eyes opened to register her surroundings.

A week prior, she was notified by her secretive husband that she should prepare for four days without the kids for a “celebration.” Chadwick provided no further explanation besides a departure and return date. A bit of prying led her to a list of items she should pack and the revelation that there was a planned stop in Atlanta for a night, but she couldn’t uncover anything else. Everyone from her mother to her trusted best friends refused to cough up information that they knew.

The time spent with her parents was bittersweet, only becoming bitter when she was enthusiastically shaken from her sleep by Chadwick with a loud ‘Happy Birthday’ and a strict time limit to be dressed and waiting downstairs. Moments after kissing Micah and Noah goodbye and promising to return before their Spring Break was over, she was lightly forced into a blindfold and into the back of what she assumed to be a large vehicle. The earphones were a punishment for pressing her ear against the window to listen for clues. The subtle bumps and dips in the road failed to give away an accurate location because every road in her hometown was decorated with endless obstructions. Her only hope was to annoy her husband for answers.

“Devin said we’re going to Toronto,” she lied, not realizing that she was hollering.

“One, that’s a lie. Two, stop yelling.”

“What? I can’t hear you!” Chadwick considered his options while he laughed at CoCo’s perplexed expression. He could continue to troll her by not responding the way she wanted or allow her to hear the first big clue. Her hands roamed around the backseat before she found his leg to pinch his inner thigh.

“Are you talking? Take this shit off me so I can hear!”

Pulling one side away from her ear, Chadwick placed a quick kiss against the shell before answering. “I said stop yelling. People can hear you outside.”

“If I could see these people outside, what would they be wearing?”

“Clothes.”

Tasha turned in the direction of Chadwick’s voice and frowned, “Haha, Mr. Smartass. I bet you’re a riot at parties.”

“I like to think so.”

“Yeah, well, that’s why we don’t pay you for thinking.” Chadwick smiled in preparation to annoy her further but decided to let Tasha listen to the sounds around her.

The roar of engines grew louder as they approached their destination ahead of schedule. Chadwick watched Tasha's right hand frantically search for his to intertwine their fingers, indicating that she was more afraid than her expression let on.

“What is that sound? Are those...planes? How are we so close to the planes? Are you trying to kill me?”

“Does that make sense to you, baby? To bring you to see your parents and let them see my face before I killed you?”

“So, you do plan to kill me but not this time?”

“Co!” Tasha’s laughter lit up the backseat of the SUV as she basked in the glow of frustrating her husband the way he’d done her.

“Okay, so planes. We’re going to a place that we reach by car. Is this first-class concierge? I just made that up by the way.”

“I think you’ll consider this better than first class.”

As he removed the blindfold, CoCo’s eyes fought to adjust to the Spring sunshine before they bugged out of her head for the shock of her life.

In front of her, a mid-sized passenger jet sat waiting and ready for departure. It’s sleek black, and gold design looked like it was ripped from a page of a magazine. Four crew members, all Black women, lined the steps leading to the entryway, waving and smiling like they were expecting her all along.

“Woah...wait...hold up. Is that for us?”

“It’s supposed to be, but they’ll leave if you keep sitting here and asking me questions.”  

Tasha’s eyes and mouth remained wide open as Chadwick kindly removed her seatbelt before ushering her out of the vehicle. A chorus of morning greetings followed the couple until they were at the bottom of the steps leading to the inside of the jet’s cabin.

“Hello, Mrs. Boseman, this is for you,” a young crew member announced before handing over a glass of Rosé. “We hope that you enjoy flying with us. Do not hesitate to make your needs known. We aim to please.”

“Thank you, so much. Hey, Charmaine,” CoCo smiled, using the young woman’s name from her badge for an extra touch. “You wouldn’t happen to know where my husband is taking me, do you?”

“I do.” CoCo danced in place at the news, earning a laugh from the women around her. “But, unfortunately, I can’t tell you. He requested our silence.”

“What! Girl, it’s okay. My name is on the bank account too!”

“Not the one I used. Now, come in here and sit down so we can get going.”

A gentle pull to her elbow moved Tasha up the short flight of stairs into what could only be described as a dream. Black and gold seats on top of the cleanest floor she’d seen since their children were born were just the tip of the iceberg. Wood grain surfaces added a masculine touch to the aircraft to juxtapose the feminine energy and smell. From what she could see, there was a small bedroom and bathroom in the furthest section while an assortment of snacks and finger foods rested on a counter nearby.

“I hope you like it. And just in case you don’t, there’s Krispy Kreme in the bedroom because I know you like those.”

CoCo tore her eyes away from the luxury surrounding her to watch Chadwick slide into a nearby seat and pull out his phone. As always, he sat relaxed with quiet dominance radiating from his lean frame. She couldn’t bite back her smile at the way his grey Nike Tech suit matched her Nike hoodie dress, a request that seemed corny at the moment, but currently felt like a sweet memento.

“You, sir, are something else,” she laughed as she took the short walk to his seat to make room for her body in his lap. “Can I know where we’re going now?”

“Nope.” His grin pulled an irritated eye roll from CoCo, prompting him to pepper kisses along her face and jawline. Her pout resembled his first-born’s which tugged at his heartstrings. “I’ll say this. It’s a place we’ve discussed visiting before.”

“Have we talked about it recently, because that doesn’t narrow it down.”

“I’m not saying anymore. Just know that you’ve mentioned it on more than one occasion. Consider your outfits and use your brain. As a matter of fact, you should sleep on it. We got a long flight.”

The wheels in her mind began to turn as she prepared for the question that she knew would catch him off guard. “How long is the flight?”

“It is long enough for you to think about why you thought that weak information probe was gon’ work on me. You ain’t slick.”

“Oh, whatever!”

Between the excitement of being able to enjoy each other without any distractions and the warm feeling of Chadwick’s fingertips rubbing slow circles into the meat of her thighs as the flight attendant powered through her preflight instructions, CoCo felt a surge of energy that was difficult to put into words. Her brain became hazy with thoughts far too sensual for her current situation. Or were they? The four days away from the hustle and bustle of packed lunches, teething rings and homework help provided the perfect opportunity to roam around an unfamiliar territory free of inhibitions. New places were open for exploration, both physically and intimately.

Their intention to stay awake and spend time together quickly turned into an impromptu nap that didn’t include the loud wails of children. The peace in the jet’s “master” bedroom kept Chadwick and Tasha in an uninterrupted slumber until their bodies could no longer remain stationary. Chadwick was the first to stroll into the main area, leaving CoCo behind to entertain himself with whatever basketball game he could find. An hour later, Tasha emerged well rested with a more accurate idea of the destination.

“You know, I have to watch you from now on,” she smiled from the bedroom’s entryway, earning a raised eyebrow from her husband.

“Watch me do what? I’ve just been sitting here.” Chadwick’s eyes followed Tasha’s frame as she slowly approached him.

He could feel the aura of seduction radiating from her being as she moved toward him with a feline’s grace. The rhythmic switch of her hips kept him hypnotized until she straddled his lap and laced her fingers at the nape of his neck, using the tip of her stiletto nails to scratch the spot that would grab his attention.

“We’ve been on this plane for seven hours. When we did the fuel stop, I overheard the pilot say we had a little over 10 hours to go.”

“You were supposed to be asleep. I see where Noah gets it from.”

CoCo laughed into a kiss that lasted long enough to show her husband that she was well beyond the innocent peck phase of their routine interactions.

“I can’t believe you remembered me wanting to go to the Maldives after all this time. We were literal kids when we talked about that.”

Using the pad of his thumb, Chadwick brushed CoCo’s bottom lip and smiled. “It’s important that I make good on all my promises. And what better way to celebrate your half a century?”

“I am not that old yet!”

“My bad. As much as you lie about your age, I get confused.” Chadwick laughed while Tasha’s halfhearted attempt to swat at his chest ended in her giggling into the crook of his neck.

“I hate you. But I love you.”

“I’ll take that. I love you more.”

“I sincerely doubt that,” CoCo added before pressing her forehead against Chadwick’s.

Intimacy settled in as they took in the small things that amounted to two beautiful packages. Chadwick allowed his hands to roam his wife’s back and legs, feeling his body heat up at her little sighs of content each time he would grip and release the thickest part of her thighs. Chadwick would be lying if he said he didn’t pack the shortest of her “travel dresses” he could find to have access to the smooth, golden skin underneath.

Tasha would be lying if she said that the press of her bare breast against the soft fabric of her dress combined with the roughness of her husband’s hands drifting up her legs until they landed on her butt didn’t start the churn of desire in her belly.

Simultaneously their eyes connected, covered with the same fires smoldering behind them. Tasha made the first move, capturing Chadwick’s bottom lip between her teeth before soothing the tinge of pain with her tongue. She led the charge, and he gladly followed. Any time she took the reins and initiated sex, it ended in the type of bliss that only existed on TV screens.

As the moment began to escalate past an innocent make-out session, Chadwick was the one to pull away for air.

“I think we should finish this in there,” he chuckled while using his head to gesture toward the jet’s bedroom.

“I don’t like that idea. Is it my birthday or not?”

With his lips no longer part of the equation, CoCo continued her journey to Chadwick’s jawline and neck, taking pride in the feeling of his stomach tensing beneath her palms. Every graze of her teeth across the juncture of his shoulder and neck combined with the tips of her acrylics dragging across his skin as her hand descended into his sweatpants was working overtime to diminish Chadwick’s resolve.

“Baby, there are four women on the other side of that door that can hear everything we do.”

“Then let ‘em hear.”

A simple sentence sparked a section of both their brains that had been dormant in the routine that had become family life. This was the adventure they indulged in at the beginning of the relationship, and a trip halfway across the world could unlock that fire that kept them locked in the house in the heat of passion for days after making the relationship official.

As quickly as pure, unfiltered lust flashed in her eyes, CoCo was granted permission to tug her husband’s pants and briefs to the middle of his thighs. His dick emerged proud and beautiful in the way that one would describe renaissance art. Tasha moved to position herself on the couch beside him, settling on her knees with her ass in the air.  

The fear of being caught became the driving force behind CoCo’s desire to get Chadwick off in the filthiest way possible. Starting at the base, she flattened her tongue against the underside of his member to follow her favorite vein to the tip and back more times than she could count. Chadwick watched with intense focus as she closed her lips around him and took him as far as her throat would allow.

She began slow, preferring to keep a steady rhythm and use her entire mouth to massage the dick she’d grown to know and crave. Chadwick whispered his wife’s praises while his fingers danced to the hem of her dress to lift it to her hips. The force of her movements below his waist made the meat of her ass jiggle against his palm.

While the sight and sensation of her mouth bobbing up and down in his lap were what his fever dreams were made of, he needed the sounds that came with it. He needed the sloppy, lewd harmonies of her moans and saliva to perform his favorite song.

Stealthily slipping his middle and index finger into her panties to add firm pressure to her sensitive nub drew one of the sounds he was hoping to hear.

“Oh fuck!” The surprise and jolt of energy forced her mouth to release the head of his dick in a short gasp.

“Let me hear you, girl. Let them hear you.”

A honied “yes sir” set off a chain reaction that had Chadwick drawing labored breaths to form some type of thought. All he could muster were expletives and broken praises as his thighs, and her mouth became a mess of fluids.

Tasha maintained eye contact as she moved to divide her attention between his sack and perineum until her eyes clamped shut to get the full experience of Chadwick’s fingers massaging along her walls.

They made a competition of who could get the other off the fastest, trading moans for loud and harsh curses. Filling his wife as far as his fingers would allow caused her hips to stutter as she bit into his thigh to choke back a near scream.

“Come here,” he demanded in a husky growl that stirred CoCo into action. Her shift gave him time to pull his digits from her slit glistening and covered in her wetness. His free hand took a firm yet gentle hold of his wife’s chin to bring her mouth to his in a hungry kiss.

The taste of her unique flavor never failed to push him to this animalistic corner of his being that he was often forced to suppress. Chadwick felt the need to dominate CoCo’s mouth, and she happily submitted to the takeover, feeling like a goddess that possessed the power to bring the strongest man to his knees.

Remembering his honey-soaked fingers, Tasha pulled her husband’s wrist between them to bring his fingers to her mouth. He watched for a moment, half smiling at how uninhibited CoCo was becoming the closer they got their final destination. Her magnetic sensuality pulled him as he joined her in the task.

Tasha’s hand snuck back to his hot, massive erection after licking her palm to contribute the already slick surface. Her wrist twisted with skillful precision, drawing her husband’s attention while she moved from his mouth to his neck. He’d forgotten his work inside her panties as the pace and pressure of her stroking increased.

“Fuck,” Chadwick gritted out amid loud smack to CoCo’s ass.  

Sensing the direction he was moving, Tasha allowed her man to guide her head to his lap before looking up at him with a smile, “I want you to fuck my throat, Daddy.”

Chadwick moved with trepidation at first as he watched CoCo lower her lips until they met his pelvis and worked up and down until she was satisfied with the amount of lubrication she’d created. His hips moved slowly, rocking up into her mouth in one fluid motion.

CoCo extended her tongue while anchoring her hands to his thighs. The sights, sensation, and sounds worked in tandem to speed him up, turning the languid thrusts into short, powerful strokes. The gurgle and gawk from CoCo as he held her head steady encouraged him to move faster and feel the ridges of her throat against the head of his dick. Bringing her hands to his tight balls to add a gentle roll was the trick to push Chadwick over the edge in a loud cry that was sure to alert at least one of the crew members to action beyond the partition.

CoCo pulled away after the first sputter of his seed to replace her mouth with her hand and kiss him through the remainder of his orgasm. Both of his hands became full, one reaching to knead her ass while the other wrapped around her chin to hold her mouth in place.

A light sheen of sweat coated his forehead as he let go of euphoric sighs and moans of pleasure until he felt an erotic tingle from his head to his toes. Pressing his forehead to Tasha’s, Chadwick looked down to watch her hand motions slow down until he was semi-flaccid in her palm.

Bringing her hand to her mouth, CoCo licked the space between her thumb and index finger clean with a smile. “We made a mess, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Zapped of his energy, Chadwick watched with hooded eyes as CoCo situated him inside of his briefs and sweats before standing and reaching for his hands. He accepted her help to rise, allowing her to lead him into the small bathroom compartment.

As they passed the crew’s cabin, light shuffling away from the door indicated that someone had been listening and was attempting to move away to remain undetected. The newest members of the Mile-High Club looked at each other with cheeky grins on the way inside the bathroom, unsure of what would happen next. There were at least 10 hours left on their flight to paradise and four days to drink in the entirety of each other in whatever manner they saw fit.

Anything between now and then was a possibility.

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My road of good intentions led where such roads always lead No good deed goes unpunished!

An animatic tribute to Season 6 Lotor to the tune of No Good Deed from the musical Wicked. All my hurts have been poured out into this and I still don’t feel better about it haha... #justiceforlotor I was looking forward to so much from his character :(

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jonsa - black or green or yellow or orange pretty much any of them

I’m sorry this took so long. I’m just very slow with prompts (as many of you are coming to realise haha) but I hope you like this! 

Also this is for yellow! xD

Sansa smelled him before she saw him. His scent was intoxicating, something indistinct even to her finely tuned senses, but she was running towards him before she could stop herself. The air ruffled her furs as she sprinted through the woods. The moment Sansa had caught his scent, she knew she had to find him. The desire was too strong to deny – and she didn’t want to. She needed to know. She had to know.

The woods began to thin as Sansa neared the road leading back into to town. She ought to turn around. With the moon soon to be full and at its peak tonight, it was dangerous for her to be around humans. She no longer craved blood as she once had when Sansa was a mere pup, but it was still undeniably dangerous to risk it.

But then, the winterly air would breeze past her, his scent carried on its wings, and the desire would consume her again, filling her with something more powerful than bloodlust.

Sansa ran along the edge of the road, hidden in the shadows of the woods, following the scent as best as she could. He couldn’t be a mere mortal. No mortal had ever smelled so sweet before, but what could he be? The Starks were the only pack in this part of Scotland. Druids no longer lived in the area due to a centuries-old argument, and the age of the vampires was long gone, the last of its kind decimated to ash a millenia ago.

Stopping short of a nondescript black truck, Sansa’s hackles immediately rose and her tail swung perpendicular to her body. She couldn’t sense danger, but something was not as it seemed. She could smell it.

“Oh fuck!”

The man jumped back as soon as he came around the truck and caught sight of her, his chest heaving erratically. Sansa tilted her head to better study him. He was so familiar, yet she was sure she had never seen him before. However, there was no doubt that this was him. This was the man she had smelled from miles and miles away.

“You scared me,” he said, watching her carefully. “You’re not gonna hurt me, are you?” He stepped a little closer to her and Sansa instinctively bared her teeth. “Woah, sorry. I’m sorry. I just wanted to say hi.” He extended one hand. “Here, you can smell me.”

Sansa rolled her eyes. She could smell him from here. But she moved closer anyways, sniffing his hand and feeling the intoxicating scent surround her like a cocoon of warmth and… belonging. Startled by this sudden thought, Sansa moved back again.

“I don’t smell that bad, do I?” The man laughed, his grey eyes crinkling as he did so. He was still nervous and wary of her, but she could smell no fear there. Why? He should be afraid of her. She may not be as large as others in her family, but Sansa was certainly bigger than any wolf or dog this man would’ve come across.

“Hey, are you hungry?” he suddenly asked, before poking his head into the cabin of the truck and picking something out of a crinkly bag. He tossed it towards her. It was a piece of beef jerky.

Sansa crinkled her nose and let out an indignant snarl. As if she would eat beef jerky off of the floor. She wasn’t a total animal.

He laughed. “Okay, so no to that. Um… I don’t really have anything else, except for these lemon cakes my sister baked me, but you wouldn’t want that. How about –”

Without meaning to, Sansa whined loudly as she darted forward.

He paused. “You want the lemon cakes?” She lolled her tongue out and he laughed again. “Okay, lemon cakes it is.”

He brought out the little pastry goodness and Sansa greedily lapped them all up from the palm of his hand. When she was finished, he stroked the side of her head, his fingers sifting through her fur. She always found it patronising to be petted like a common dog, but Sansa couldn’t stop the contented warmth from spreading regardless. His hands were large and gentle, and the inexplicable pull to be near grew stronger and stronger the longer she stayed close to him.

“You’re not so scary,” he said, straightening back up. “But I have to go, Lady. I’ll see you around.” He gave her head one last pat before climbing into his car.

In a fit of panic, Sansa jumped in after him, climbing over his lap and into the passenger seat.

“Hey, no! I can’t bring you home.” The man looked at her with wide eyes. “C’mon, Lady. I have to go. It’s been a long day and I smell awful.”

No, she wanted to tell him, you smell wonderful. Instead, she whined and licked his hand.

He continued to look at her for a long second, and in that long second, Sansa could hear the screaming voices of her pack telling her to get the hell out of this truck and come home, but this man, whoever he was, meant something to her. There was a reason she was so drawn to him and Sansa had every intention of finding out what it was.

“Okay, well…” he sighed. “I guess I’ve always wanted a dog.” She snapped her jaw at that, and he smiled. “I mean a wolf. I’ve always wanted a copper-haired wolf.”

As he drove off, Sansa poked her head out of the car window, the breeze on her face feeling like nothing she’d ever experienced for. She’d seen dogs do it and scoffed at how stupid they looked, but Sansa could definitely feel the merit. It was freeing and joyous – a moment in time where you were nothing but a part of nature as she moved around you.

They arrived at a lone cottage just on the outskirts of town fifteen minutes later. She was a good hour run from home now, but that was okay. She trusted this man. He’d keep her safe. He’d protect her.

He led her into his house. It was small, a bit rundown, but it was lived-in. There were books lining the shelves and on the tables. Several half-finished tables and chairs were strewn about all over the place. Best of all, it smelled like him and only him. No female presence.

“So, this is home,” he said to her. “It’s not much but you’re a wolf that lives in the woods. This is probably paradise, right?”

Sansa scoffed, which just sounded like a huff of air in her wolf-form. She moved past him to begin inspecting the house. There was a reason she’d been drawn to this man, but there was nothing in his house that would indicate why. Until she found that reason, Sansa couldn’t go home to her pack. She wasn’t dumb enough to ignore a magical calling as powerful as this. She wasn’t Robb – who had ignored a passing druid’s warning and ended up with his tail singed.

“I can’t believe I’m talking to a wolf,” he sighed, running a hand through his curls. “I’ve been working too many shifts.”

She walked towards him and butted her head against his palm. He dropped his other hand from his eyes to look at her, smiling fondly, as he stroked her head. “Yeah, you’re right. I just need to relax.”

In under an hour, the sun descended behind the house and drowned them in darkness. The man immediately went to light the fireplace, amber light throwing long shadows onto the walls. Sansa was beginning to get restless. She paced back and forth before the front door, while watching the windows. She could feel the moon’s power grow stronger as it rose high into the inky sky outside. It was only dawning on her now that maybe the danger was her being here with him; maybe being so close to someone she desired would disrupt the years of training she had mastered, drawing out the bloodlust she normally kept so hidden away.

Sansa pawed at the door. She needed to feel the moon’s light on her fur. She needed to be outside.

“Okay okay, Lady, hold on.” The man got up from where he’d been sitting and unlatched the door. She raced out to the centre of his yard and craned her neck back, a deep and piercing howl ripping out of her throat. In the distance, she heard several reciprocal howls. The sounds of her family calmed some of the anxious energy inside of her, but then – there.

Sansa planted her feet, growling at something in the woods. She heard it. There was someone out there.

But why couldn’t she smell them?

“Do you want to go?” the man asked her, as he came to stand beside her. “Or do you want to come back inside? It’s freezing out here.”

Twigs crunched underneath heavy boots, but so soft was the sound the man continued to talk without knowing the danger he was suddenly in. Sansa bared her teeth, growling as fiercely as she could. She had never fought anyone, not even when her siblings would play-fight with each other. This man had no idea how appropriate ‘Lady’ was for a name, but he was in trouble now. Whoever was out there had dark intentions towards him and she had to protect him.

The footsteps drew closer. Sansa moved so she was in between the man and his assailant.

“Jon Snow,” someone snarled, red eyes flashed swiftly from the darkness of the woods. “Bought yourself a mutt, did ya? Little good that’ll do you now.”

Another shifter, Sansa thought with alarm. Now that she was looking, she could see the glint of elongated fangs under the moonlight.

“Ramsay? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Teaching you your place in the world,” the other man said, and stepped out into the open. Sansa drew back in surprise. He wasn’t a full wolf. He was half mortal. That was why she couldn’t smell him. His scent was too confusing for her heightened senses tonight.

“Piss off, Bolton. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” the man named Ramsay laughed. “Don’t you see? You’re just a bastard human. I’m much more than that. I’m better than you.”

His face shifted, morphing into something grotesque – a hybrid of man and wolf with sharp fangs, red glowing eyes and sunken cheeks. They always said a person’s form reflected their soul. This man had no soul if his shift was anything to go by.

Jon gasped audibly behind Sansa. The sound was enough to remind her why she was here. She allowed the moon’s power to flow through her veins as she stepped forward, lips pulled back, growling in warning.

“Tie up your mutt before I do it for you!” Ramsay sneered.

That was the second time he’d called her that. Sansa let out one last warning before she lunged forward. He wasn’t as fast as her nor was he as strong. That was the benefit of descending from a long line of shifters. It wasn’t simply something that had been given to her later in life as often was the case for many of the new shifters. It was a legacy. She was a legacy. Stark wolves never backed down.

Once he regained his bearings, Ramsay threw her off and she went skidding across the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Sansa rolled and jumped back to all four paws. She raced towards him again and caught his torso in between her teeth, twisting her head side to side. Blood dripped from his wound down into her fur. Ramsay cried out, throwing her off again, and clutched onto his wound to keep the blood from spilling even more.

“Bitch!” he shouted. “You’re not –” His eyes betrayed his panic as soon as he heard the howling sounds of her family. They were asking for her. They must’ve heard Ramsay’s cry. She leaned her head back to howl in response. She was okay; she had this.

Without another word, Ramsay darted back out into the woods and disappeared. Even omega wolves like him would know not to threaten a member of the Stark pack. He may stand a chance against one of them, but together, they were unbeatable.

Sansa sighed, sitting down on her haunches. Her side ached from the impact of hitting the ground at such a force. She licked at her wounds and tried not to whimper so pathetically in front of this man, who she now knew was named Jon.

“Shit,” he said. He was staring at where Ramsay had disappeared. “Shit. What was – what the hell was that!” He looked to Sansa and shook his head. “Thank you, Lady. You saved my life.”

Jon kneeled down in front of her and wrapped his arms around her neck, burying his face into her fur. It made her heart speed painfully against her ribs; he smelled so good, too good. Why was the desire to be near him still so strong? Hadn’t she answered her calling? Shouldn’t this be over now?

When Jon pulled back, his eyes went wide, so comically so that Sansa couldn’t help giggling at his expression.

“You’re…. umm, naked.”

Sansa frowned. All wolves were naked essentially. She tilted her head to stare at him, wondering just why his cheeks were flushed so red.

“You’re naked,” Jon repeated again, voice rising with each word. “And a girl… But you were a wolf. And now you’re a girl? What the hell is going on!” He scrambled back abruptly, pushing as far away from her as he could, and it was then that something occurred to Sansa.

Wolves didn’t giggle.

She was no longer –

“Oh my god!” Sansa wrapped her arms around herself, trying to cover up her modesty as best as she could, but it was little use. The moonlight shone on her like a spotlight, putting her body on display. To mask her mortification, she glared at him. “Well, are you going to just sit there? Give me your coat.”

Jon blinked for several long seconds. He appeared to have trouble digesting her sudden shift, which would be funny if she wasn’t freezing and naked in front of him. But then finally, he stripped off his coat and threw it towards her. Sansa hastily pulled her arms through the sleeves and buttoned it all the way up.

God, his scent was even stronger now that she was wrapped up in his clothes.

“How are you – what are you?”

Sansa sighed. “I’m a shifter. Kind of like a werewolf except we have more control over when we shift.” She shrugged, feeling suddenly shy. “I, uh… I was drawn to you. It happens sometimes. We’re magical and sometimes the universe pulls us towards our calling for whatever reason.”

“You were called here to save my life?” Jon looked bewildered. She didn’t blame him. She’d be too. He shook his head and moved a little closer towards her. “Ramsay didn’t look like you. He was different.”

“He’s a hybrid,” Sansa said, watching the way his jaw ticked as he absorbed all of this. “He’s half man, half shifter. They’re not rare, but he’s… I don’t know. Transformations reflect who you are. That’s why my wolf form is red and grey.”

“And he’s a prick so he looks like a prick,” Jon finished, chuckling softly. It made her smile too, and suddenly, the pull towards him made her chest constrict painfully. Sansa winced, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Did he hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” she said, but he was kneeling before her again, one hand tentatively on her shoulder. “I am. He didn’t hurt me.”

“Okay,” Jon nodded slowly. “But we should get you inside anyways.”

He helped her stand up and the feel of him touching her made her body burn with so much more than simply lust. She didn’t just want him; she needed him. But that didn’t make sense. She barely knew him. How could her calling be him?

“My name’s Sansa,” she blurt out as soon as they were safely inside the house. He looked at her and smiled. “I thought you should know.”

“Jon,” he said. “It’s nice to properly meet you.”

She blushed at that and shrugged. “I didn’t mean to deceive you. I couldn’t – it’s a full moon tonight. We’re usually unable to shift back to human form. I don’t know why this has happened.”

Jon chuckled. “I never said you were.”

“It’s just weird. None of this makes sense.”

He turned so he was facing her again. “What do you mean?”

“Sometimes we’re drawn to certain people to help them and when the task is over, the pull is gone and we go our separate ways,” she explained, looking down at the ground instead of at his expressive eyes. It felt too overwhelming in that moment. “But with you, the pull is still there. I still feel like I can’t leave you.”

His finger touched her chin gently, tilting it so she’d have to look at him. “Maybe because I don’t want you to leave me.” He gave her a half-smile, a mixture of awkward shyness and half-hearted amusement. “The moment you turned back into – well, you, it was like someone pulled back the curtains and all this light just came flooding through. Is that how you feel?”

Sansa tilted her head, his finger still dancing along the line of her jaw and doing sinfully delightful things to her body. She swallowed. “For me, it’s your smell. It’s everywhere and even if I was a hundred miles away, I think I’d still be able to smell you. I’d still be drawn back to you.”

“Why is that?” Jon murmured, as he continued to absentmindedly trail featherlight touches along her jaw to the sensitive area behind her ear. Each second made her heart thud rapidly and her chest heave with anticipation. “Why do I feel like I know you?”

“Jon,” she half-gasped when he pressed a kiss to the edge of her lips. “Please…”

“I’m sorry,” he said, but she couldn’t let him pull back. Not now. Not when it all became so abruptly clear.

“Don’t be.”

She leaned forward that extra inch and kissed him as fully and as passionately as she could, and in that split second when their lips touched for the first time, Sansa saw it. All of their lives, every single reincarnation; all of the different ways they found each other again. She saw it and she knew. He was her purpose; her calling. They were always meant to be together.

“Sansa,” he breathed, forehead pressed against hers. “You found me.”

She kissed him again briefly, chastely – just to remind herself that he was here now. “You found me last time. It was my turn.”

Jon laughed and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. “It’s not a competition, love. And even if it were, you’ll always win. You found me the first time. That’s the most important one.”

“I hated that one,” Sansa said, remembering a time so long ago now where the winter spanned years and blood was spilled for a throne made of iron. “But I fell in love with you at Castle Black and we made a life even in the ashes. I’d go back for you.”

“I’d never ask you to,” Jon reminded her. His eyes brightened, hope shining in them. “Your family?”

“Alive.” She pressed a kiss to his nose. “You’ll see them soon.” Another kiss to his cheek. “But tonight, you’re mine.” And the first of many more kisses to his lips, needy and desperate and driven by hundreds of lifetimes of unconditional love.

He was her purpose now, and she knew they’d be okay.

They always have been.

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Top Ten Tuesday: Fall Covers

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly event hosted by The Broke and the Bookish, created due to a fondness for lists. Each week they post a new Top Ten topic. After that, it's bloggers UNITE! Participate with your own Top Ten post, have fun, and get to know your fellow bloggers. This Week's Topic: Ten Books with Fall/Autumn Covers/Themes. (If the cover screams fall to you, or the books give off a feeling of being fallish.) Well...it seems that I'm not much of a "fall" reader. Either that, or authors just aren't really drawn to that type of theme. I have soooo many books that obviously feel like summer or winter. And, very often, their covers reflect that. But seriously...fall feeling covers are few and far between. It took me quite a while to find ten appropriate covers in my lists. Only one book came from the read file...the remaining nine currently reside in the TBR. However, doing this exercise has refreshed my memory as to why I added them, thus potentially increasing the speed with which I work to read them. Maybe some the synopses will inspire you as well...besides there are a few super pretty covers in here. I always have been a sucker for cover love. 1. Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister by Gregory Maguire We have all heard the story of Cinderella, the beautiful child cast out to slave among the ashes. But what of her stepsisters, the homely pair exiled into ignominy by the fame of their lovely sibling? What fate befell those untouched by beauty...and what curses accompanied Cinderella's looks? Set against the backdrop of seventeenth-century Holland, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister tells the story of Iris, an unlikely heroine who finds herself swept from the lowly streets of Haarlem to a strange world of wealth, artifice, and ambition. Iris's path quickly becomes intertwined with that of Clara, the mysterious and unnaturally beautiful girl destined to become her sister. While Clara retreats to the cinders of the family hearth, Iris seeks out the shadowy secrets of her new household -- and the treacherous truth of her former life. The only one in this list that I have actually read. Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister is a retelling of Cinderella written by the same author who penned Wicked.  2. A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks Every April, when the wind blows from the sea and mingles with the scent of lilacs, Landon Carter remembers his last year at Beaufort High. It was 1958, and Landon had already dated a girl or two. He even swore that he had once been in love. Certainly the last person he thought he'd fall for was Jamie Sullivan, the daughter of the town's Baptist minister. A quiet girl who always carried a Bible with her schoolbooks, Jamie seemed content living in a world apart from the other teens. She took care of her widowed father, rescued hurt animals, and helped out at the local orphanage. No boy had ever asked her out. Landon would never have dreamed of it. Then a twist of fate made Jamie his partner for the homecoming dance, and Landon Carter's life would never be the same. Being with Jamie would show him the depths of the human heart and lead him to a decision so stunning it would send him irrevocably on the road to manhood... Beautiful fall leaves I'm familiar with both the book and the movie versions of Nicholas Sparks' novels. However, I've never been familiar with both versions of the same story. I have seen the movie A Walk to Remember with Mandy Moore. Despite typically hating reading books after I've seen the movies (ugh...they're always just wrecked), I still want to tackle this one. 3. Watership Down by Richard Adams Set in England's Downs, a once idyllic rural landscape, this stirring tale of adventure, courage, and survival follows a band of very special creatures on their flight from the intrusion of man and the certain destruction of their home. Led by a stouthearted pair of friends, the journey forth from their native Sandleford Warren through the harrowing trials posed by predators and adversaries, to a mysterious promised land and a more perfect society. I have actually read this one before. I think I tackled it sometime in high school. But...I don't remember it. Like, at all. I know...horrible. So it's back on the TBR for a fresh start. 4. Sycamore Row by John Grisham Seth Hubbard is a wealthy man dying of lung cancer. He trusts no one. Before he hangs himself from a sycamore tree, Hubbard leaves a new, handwritten, will. It is an act that drags his adult children, his black maid, and Jake into a conflict as riveting and dramatic as the murder trial that made Brigance one of Ford County's most notorious citizens, just three years earlier. The second will raises far more questions than it answers. Why would Hubbard leave nearly all of his fortune to the maid? Had chemotherapy and painkillers affected his ability to think clearly? And what does it all have to do with a piece of land once known as Sycamore Row? I used to be a huge John Grisham fan. I read everything he wrote. A Time to Kill still ranks in my top favorite reads. I still think his writing is fantastic, I just shifted my genre preferences. But there isn't any reason I can't widen my horizons back up. So...Sycamore Row is on the list. 5. The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M. Danforth When Cameron Post's parents die suddenly in a car crash, her shocking first thought is relief. Relief they'll never know that, hours earlier, she had been kissing a girl. But that relief doesn't last, and Cam is soon forced to move in with her conservative aunt Ruth and her well-intentioned but hopelessly old-fashioned grandmother. She knows that from this point on, her life will forever be different. Survival in Miles City, Montana, means blending in and leaving well enough alone (as her grandmother might say), and Cam becomes an expert at both. Then Coley Taylor moves to town. Beautiful, pickup-driving Coley is a perfect cowgirl with the perfect boyfriend to match. She and Cam forge an unexpected and intense friendship -- one that seems to leave room for something more to emerge. But just as that starts to seem like a real possibility, ultrareligious Aunt Ruth takes drastic action to 'fix' her niece, bringing Cam face-to-face with the cost of denying her true self--even if she's not exactly sure who that is. I'm a sucker for a good coming-of-age story. I will admit, I initially was drawn to this book because of the cover. It's just so pretty. And...hey...(hay...haha, get it?), it's a harvest scene. 6. Season of Storms by Susanna Kearsley In 1921, infamous Italian poet Galeazzo D'Ascanio wrote his last and greatest play, inspired by his muse and mistress, actress Celia Sands. On the eve of opening night, Celia vanished, and the play was never performed. Now, two generations later, Alessando D'Ascanio plan to stage his grandfather's masterpiece and has offered the lead to a promising young English actress, also named Celia Sands - at the whim of her actress mother, or so she has always thought. When Celia arrives at D'Ascanio's magnificent, isolated Italian villa, she is drawn to the mystery of her namesake's disappearance-and to the compelling, enigmatic Alessandro. But the closer Celia gets to learning the first Celia's fate, the more she is drawn into a web of murder, passion, and the obsession of genius. Though she knows she should let go of the past, in the dark, in her dreams, it comes back... I've read a few of Susanna Kearsley's novels and really enjoy her writing. Apparently more than I realized, as Kearsley has two novels on this list. A bit overly coincidental. 7. A Desperate Fortune by Susanna Kearsley For nearly 300 years, the mysterious journal of Jacobite exile Mary Dundas has lain unread -- its secrets safe from prying eyes. Now, amateur codebreaker Sara Thomas has been hired by a once-famous historian to crack the journal's cipher. But when she arrives in Paris, Sara finds herself besieged by complications from all sides: the journal's reclusive owner, her charming Parisian neighbor, and Mary, whose journal doesn't hold the secrets Sara expects. It turns out that Mary Dundas wasn't keeping a record of everyday life, but a first-hand account of her part in a dangerous intrigue. In the first wintry months of 1732, with a scandal gaining steam in London, driving many into bankruptcy and ruin, the man accused of being at its center is concealed among the Jacobites in Paris, with Mary posing as his sister to aid in his disguise. When their location is betrayed, they're forced to put a desperate plan in action, heading south along the road to Rome, protected by the enigmatic Highlander Hugh MacPherson. As Mary's tale grows more and more dire, Sara, too, must carefully choose which turning to take...to find the road that will lead her safely home. See...two in a row! Historical fiction is well represented in this list by Kearsley. Apparently I really need to get a jump on her novels. 8. Grounded by Kate Klise After her brother, sister, and father die in a plane crash, Daralynn Oakland receives 237 dolls from well-wishers, resulting in her nickname: Dolly. But dolls are little comfort to a twelve-year-old girl whose world is rocked by the dramatic changes in her life, including her angry, grieving mother's new job as a hairstylist at the local funeral home. Dolly gets a job, too, where she accidentally invents a fashionable new haircut. But in Grounded by Kate Klise, her real work begins when a crematorium comes to town, and someone has to save a dying business, solve a burning mystery, and resuscitate the broken hearts in Digginsville, Missouri, population 402. Maybe I've been watching too much Jane the Virgin, but the premise of this one sound like a bit of a crazy telenovela. Nonetheless, it's on the TBR. I'll be honest...this was yet another cover pick. I'm a fan of the drawing style. But hey...why not give it a try, right? It has decent ratings and the worst that could happen is that I shuffle it into a DNF pile. No harm, no foul. Broaden my horizons and all that. 9. The Sparrow Sisters by Ellen Herrick The Sparrow sisters are as tightly woven into the seaside New England town of Granite Point as the wild sweet peas that climb the stone walls along the harbor. Sorrel, Nettie and Patience are as colorful as the beach plums on the dunes and as mysterious as the fog that rolls into town at dusk. Patience is the town healer and when a new doctor settles into Granite Point he brings with him a mystery so compelling that Patience is drawn to love him, even as she struggles to mend him. But when Patience Sparrow's herbs and tinctures are believed to be implicated in a local tragedy, Granite point is consumed by a long-buried fear--and its three hundred year old history resurfaces as a modern day witch-hunt threatens. The plants and flowers, fruit trees and high hedges begin to wither and die, and the entire town begins to fail; fishermen return to the harbor empty-handed, and blight descends on the old elms that line the lanes. It seems as if Patience and her town are lost until the women of Granite Point band together to save the Sparrow. As they gather, drawing strength from each other, will they be able to turn the tide and return life to Granite Point? Not only does this one have a fall cover, it has a synopsis that totally fits the season. It has pieces reminiscent of Practical Magic. I'll admit that could be a good thing or bad, depending on how it is taken on. I'm willing to give it a try. 10. When We Fall by Emily Liebert Ready for a fresh start, Allison Parker moves back to her hometown in the suburbs of New York. While she'd once savored the dynamic pace of city life, sadly, it lost its allure after her husband's untimely death. Now, ready to focus on her art career accompanied by her ten-year-old son, Logan, Allison doesn't anticipate that her past will resurface. When the wife of her husband's best friend from summer camp takes her under her wing, things begin to spin out of control. At one time, Charlotte Crane thought she had it all--a devoted husband, a beautiful little girl, and enough financial security to never have worry. But behind her perfect facade lie a strained marriage and a fractured relationship with her sister. When new girl Allison arrives in Wincourt, Charlotte welcomes the chance to build a friendship. Before long, Charlotte begins to see life through Allison's eyes, and the cracks in her seemingly flawless existence become impossible to ignore. As Allison heals from the loss of her husband--even wondering if she might be ready to date again--Charlotte feels more distant from her loved ones than ever before. The emerging friendship between the two women appears to be just the antidote both of them so desperately need...until everything falls apart. I saved the prettiest cover for last. Seriously, how gorgeous is that? And yes, I get the play on the title with the word "fall", but it could be appropriate...not just corny. I'm going to look the other way on that one for right now.  And there you have it...a pretty diverse list (kind of). Some chick lit, some YA fiction, some mystery, some historical fiction, and a classic. Not too bad for having a hard time finding appropriately qualifying books.  What "fall" reads are on your list? Did you find any new items for your own TBR? This post originally appeared on Erratic Project Junkie and is copyrighted by Elle. Find EPJ on Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Goodreads