#lmk if any links are broken or anything

[anuphim]

guess who finally updated their tumblr theme after avoiding it for months \o/

[laenordeservedbetter]

For Sam x reader.

Ghostface is back and had followed the Carpenters, the twins, and Amber's older sister, Reader, to New York. No one trusting her because of the fact that her little sister was Ghostface, Reader is in disbelief, and Sam breaks up with her on the spot. Fast forward to the end, where Ghostface is dead, everyone's being treated by paramedics, Reader is seen walking away from the scene alone. Kirby asks where she is, Sam then sees her walking away, holding her broken arm to her body, and runs after her and apologies for not trusting and believing her. (Reader saying it's too late for sam to apologize. She then walks away from her friends, from Sam.)

You're Somebody Else

Words: 1.4k

Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x Fem!Freeman!Reader

Synopsis: You were told that the biggest betrayal comes from the people you care about the most, but never did you expect it to hurt so much.

Warnings: scream vi spoilers, violence, spitting, cussing, angst, no happy ending. lmk if I missed any.

A/N: I wrote this at a coffee shop. I'm still here rn, so we'll see how many fics I can post before I go home. (This will probably be the only one)

not my gif. || masterlist || previous work

You stood before Amber’s Ghostface outfit, reaching out to touch the fabric before you remembered where you were -- who you’re with. The glares given to you by the rest of the group burned at the back of your skull. You can practically sense their judgments. Since the first Ghostface attack in New York, they pointed their fingers at you. You understood, given what you've all been through. Can't be too careful. You didn’t care that you saw the contempt on your own girlfriend’s face. You stayed by her side, understanding where she was coming from.

Being related to a previous Ghostface was something you and Sam had in common. When you are linked to a person with that track record, it sticks with you even if you are different from them. Trust becomes hard to give. And out of everyone, you figured your girlfriend is the one who understood the most about what it’s like. However, it looks like the sentiment isn’t shared.

She approaches you, getting the courage to ask, “Can we talk?”

You can tell what’s about to happen before Sam can utter what she wants to say to you.

Nothing good ever comes out of conversations like these.

“I’m sorry.” Sam stares, her gaze cold, nothing like the Sam you fell in love with. With each deafening step she takes away from you, your heart shatters just a little bit more. You are wounded by the way she’s looking at you. Any wound or injury you might sustain in the next few minutes will not compare to the poison laced in the invisible knife held against your throat by the woman you love. “I can’t take any more chances. I can’t trust you. We’re done.”

You scoff, glancing towards the group in hopes that they would back up your claim. “Sam, you know me. I would never hurt you or Tara or. . . Anika.”

Mindy flinches at the mention of her girlfriend’s name. Her stare hardens. “You have no right to say her name. We know you did it. You killed her.”

“Mindy…” Your voice breaks as your throat feels like it’s closing up. You can’t do anything to convince them, letting the stream of tears flow from your eyes. No one came to your rescue to prove your innocence. None of them trusted you. You felt pathetic, humiliated, embarrassed. Your eyes settle on Sam again. “Really? After everything we’ve been through together, you-”

Sam glowers. “It’s over, Y/n. Please, stay away from us.”

“Fuck you.” You turn your back, the hurt in your tone clear as day. “I don’t know you at all.”

“Maybe we didn’t know each other as well as we thought.”

It was one thing for you to walk away and another knowing that Sam would not be going after you.

-

“It was easy luring you away from the group. Guess we really can’t choose our family, huh?” Ghostface makes a tsk sound, the voice changer turned off.

He takes a step forward, but you stay positioned adjacent to the wall. That voice…

“Ethan?”

Ethan removes his mask, holding the voice changer to his lips, “Didn’t expect that?”

Of course it was him. Little by little, the pieces fall into place. The apartment attack -- that was probably Ethan. He wasn’t with the group. Not even the skeptic Mindy questioned his whereabouts. Your tears haven’t dried yet and you were as sure as hell they weren’t going to stop now. You bring your hands together in a slow clap. “Oh, wow, that’s… Fucking brilliant, actually.” Clutching your stomach, you let out what sounded like a painful cackle. “This is the part where I die.” You say. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

“Oh no, no, no. See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Ethan smirks, gripping your left arm, applying pressure to where you had been previously injured a couple nights prior. “You are our scapegoat. I must give credit to Mindy for the idea. You have the perfect motive to be Ghostface! It was just gonna be Sam, but… The press would go crazier if it was a Bonnie & Clyde situation. Not that I care about that sorta stuff. It just works.”

You collect the saliva from your mouth, spitting in his eye. “Jokes on you ‘cause we’re not together anymore.”

“But they wouldn’t know that because by the time you get ‘caught’, all of your friends will be dead and you would look like the asshole trying to save yourself if you attempt to say the truth.”

Ethan places his free hand on your shoulder, pulling your arm with more force than necessary to guarantee that it would break. You stand there, biting your lip in order to hide the pain. If I screamed, it wouldn’t make a difference anyway, you said to yourself bitterly. There’s not a single person who’d give me the benefit of the doubt. In fact, they’d make me suffer worse, believing that Ethan did the right thing. Who knows what creative scenarios he came up with already.

-

The paramedics found you slumped down beside a row of chairs after Sam and the rest of the group defeated the three Ghostfaces. They wondered why you weren’t with the others, but with a quick word from Kirby, they left you alone, guiding you outside to treat your broken arm. One of the paramedics - Theo (that’s what you heard Kirby call him) asked if you wanted a ride to the hospital. You declined, insisting that you could get there yourself without anyone’s help.

You spare Sam a glance, observing her interact with Mindy, Chad, and Tara. Core Four. Good for them. Although you were glad that they are are still extant, you can’t stop the rancor that you feel as you stare at the four. You want nothing more than for this day to be over, move to someplace else, maybe change your name. Anywhere is better than here. It’s become clear to you how unwanted you are in New York. A change of scenery might do you good.

Kirby (the only person who hasn’t treated you like scum) situates herself in front of Sam, “Hey, where’s Y/n?”

Sam only notices your absence when Kirby pointed it out. “Shit. I…” She scans the area in search of your familiar eyes, guilt eating at her knowing that she accused you of being a killer. Because of that, you got hurt. She’d never forgive herself for it. “I'll be right back.”

The blonde detective nods in understanding. “I’ll stay with Tara.”

“Thank you.”

You were on your way to the hospital when a hand grasps your injured arm. Recoiling from the touch, you look back to curse the one responsible for hurting your limb only to meet Sam’s pleading gaze. “What do you want, Samantha?”

“Y/n, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for being careless, for not trusting or believing you. If I had, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” Sam touches your good shoulder this time, expressing her genuine apology.

But no matter how many ‘I’m sorry’s’ she will direct at you, it won’t take away what’s been done. “It’s too late, Sam.”

“What? No. We can try again.” She pleads desperately.

You couldn’t bite back the words the words that are on the tip of your tongue, feeling the last ounce of self control fray away. “Try again? Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? You broke up with me because you didn’t trust me. You didn’t even try to understand my side!” The news reporters turned their heads at your outburst. They point their cameras to you, but you don’t make an effort to cut off your ebullition short. “All of you pointed your hands at me because what? I’m the sister of a killer?! If we’re basing our suspicions of all the Ghostface’s relatives, you should’ve been on the top of the list. The only thing I asked was for you to stand by me and you failed. So, no, we can’t try again. We’ll only end up worse than where we left off.” You finish, walking away from everything (not for the first time). “I’ll get my things out of your apartment tonight. After that, you won’t have to see me again.”

Sam stays still while you leave, clutching your arm in the process. That limb will heal, but the words that Sam has spoken won’t. There will remain a constant reminder of how you were betrayed by those you would give everything for.

So much for trust.

[slakedbyiron]

the entire Spender Q&A in chronological order

sorry this took me the better part of a month to get around to anon! these are all the most original versions I could find on tumblr and the wayback machine and cover all the broken links u wanted as well (unfortunately I couldn't find any record of the first few tweets so they're just from zack's current twitter)

if anything is too blurry lmk, i also have a more neatly formatted version for readability clanging around in google docs, but it doesn't have the original images like this does!

[konigenblobbity]

hii it’s anon that asked about the “what’s your problem” story , i was wondering what your favorite characters from cod were (sorry if you’ve answered this before) and what your head canons for them would be? and how’s your master list going just curious, well i hope you had a great day whenever you read this :3

Headcannons: 141 + König

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Fluff, NSFW, comfort, sex, blowjobs, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, possessive traits, overstimulation, just a variety of NSFW, links to straight p0rn

A/n: I don’t really have a favorite! Although I do love writing for Ghost. But I will say, I love König cause his design is so sick and he’s also Austrian which is <3. Hope you’re having a great day / night when you read this! ALSO! I think the links only work if you open the Twitter app. Pls lmk if you know how to make it work, cause idk what’s going wrong.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley -

SFW

Simon is a sucker for physical touch, resting a hand on the small of your back whenever you walk together, tracing the knuckles of your fingers during meetings, simply brushing his ankle against yours under a table

Acts of service are his thing. He’d prepare your coffee in the morning, you’d find your knives and guns polished to perfection if you had an important upcoming mission, be always had an eye on if you were running out of anything - like shampoo or water - and it’d be replaced before it ever goes empty.

Any second he spends with you is never a second wasted. Just being in your presence makes him happy, you two don’t even have to be talking to each other! He just loves having you near him, being able to look over and see your face whenever he wishes…

He could stare at you for hours, trying to memorize every feature of your face to perfection.

Movies and cuddles, always. He won’t even watch the movie! He’ll just be staring at you, so peaceful in his arms. If it happens to be a horror he loves to watch how you jump slightly, gripping onto his arm tightly and hiding behind it. He loved how you felt safe when he held you, how you looked to him for protection.

NSFW

Two words. ROUGH INTIMACY. Ghost can’t help but rail into you till your voice snaps. But he’ll always make his adoration for you clear. Kissing every inch of skin, praising you, mumbling how good you felt, what a good girl you were being, all the while slamming into your cervix till your brain melts

We all know he’s BIG. And when you first see him, he can see the shock and nervousness on your face. You had no idea how he’d fit inside you. First time he’d be sweet and reassuring, but from then on, if you brought up his size, he’d just say “Don’t worry… I’ll make it fit”

Loves to hear you. Takes note of every small motion that causes you to moan out or whimper.

Wants you to sit on his face. He craves it. Wants your thighs to suffocate him slowly as he eats you out so expertly.

He’s merciless… barely giving you recovery time between when he eats you out, and when he slides deep inside you.

This man just LOVES to overstimulate you. The broken moans and cries that leave your lips had him hungry for more. Because no matter how many times you came, or how much you begged for a moment to relax, he knew you can take it. And you did. “Awww I know… f-fuck I know. Is it too much?” he’d tease you, voice soft and gentle before somehow speeding up his pace, chuckling as your eyes well up from the overwhelming pleasure “I know you can take it. Be a good cocksleeve and take it”

Due to his more animalistic side that wants to fuck you senseless… you two have a safe word. That if it ever becomes painful or too much you promised you’d say it. And if you couldn’t say it, all you had to do was wrap a hand around his throat, he’d stop immediately and make sure you’re alright. “Shit…” he’d slip out of you gently, beginning to rub your waist softly “it’s alright… there you go. Deep breathes” if you were tied up in any way, he took them off. He’d kiss at any red marks his fingers left behind “I know darling… it was overwhelming. You’re okay now” and he’d just caress you and take care of you for as long as it took.

Every chance he gets he finishes inside of you. Watching how the mixture of his and your cum slide out of your fluttering cunt. It makes him groan each time.

Then taking a finger and picking it up before stuffing it back inside of you. “You better now waste a drop… want you to feel me dripping out of you for days”

Certain nights he’ll even go so far as to keep his dick inside of you. Using it as a plug so his cum stays inside you. He’d groan as you continue to flutter around him. But as his dick softens inside you, he falls in love with how the warmth of your pussy surrounds his sensitive cock. Finding a deep love for cockwarming for multiple reasons.

Bonus —> This is exactly him! The change of pace to take moments just to hold and kiss you, before going back to manhandling you, hands finding their way to grip at your hips to hold you in place for him. Ugh and the slight choke hold!

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish -

SFW

This man is so flirtatious, loving to get you to blush through his words. “I swear you’re an Angel…” smiling at you as if you’re his whole world “i could just look at you for hours”

Soap just adores hearing your laugh. This often means he’ll surprise you by suddenly tickling your sides. Of course you try to escape but you don’t stand a chance, his grip on you tight and unwavering.

Play wrestling is a must for this man. He loves when you get all cocky, threatening to pin him down or tackle him. He likes to goad you, get under your skin till you finally lunge at him. Of course he’ll let you have your fun every once in a while but it always ends the same. Him winning and pinning you down. “You know you don’t stand a chance lass… why even try?” He loves to tease. Using the opportunity to kiss you all over.

Always finds time for you! No matter how busy he is, he will make time for you.

Loves using pick up lines on you, even though you’re already dating. Adores when you throw your own pick up line his way, always making his laugh with how cheesy they are.

NSFW

Such a horny man. Legit grinds against you whenever he can, even if you’re talking with other soldiers in the common area. He just can’t get enough of you.

Loves when you give him head… the sight of your lips sloppily sucking him off, it was enough to have him trembling. His hands would caress your head before grabbing at your hair. Encouraging you not to stop. “F-fuck you’re so good… so good to me~” praising breathlessly. “So gorgeous gagging on my cock like that” the way saliva connects your lips to his cock was probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen “Lips slick with spit… Can I fuck your throat numb? Please Angel” he checks in consistently, wanting your consent with everything. He enjoys gripping your hair and holding your head in place as he feverishly shoves his cock down your throat.

He is not shy to kiss you after you suck him off, wanting to reward you when you’re good for him “Did such a good job gorgeous… let me reward you like you deserve”

His hands loved to explore your body, running over your body and groping at any skin he could reach.

Any position where he can see your face? His favorite. He wants to see how your eyes roll back, how your mouth falls agape, how spit collects at the corner of your mouth. “Feels good doesn’t it? God lass, you look so drunk on my cock… all for me”

Just praise. He cannot shut up when it comes to you. “Such an Angel. Such a beautiful beautiful lass” whether you’re on your knees, beneath him, riding him, he needs to make sure you know how gorgeous you are. “I wanna make you melt~ All for me. Wanna make you feel so so good”

Never satisfied with you only cumming once. He will always make sure he gets at least 2 out of you. On days where you both have the time… he won’t stop until you beg him to. “Give me one more yeah? One more orgasm before you pass out…” “Can you do that for me?”

Bonus —> This just screams soap to me. He craves this intimacy, that closeness to just feel and worship you in his arms. The shower being a perfect place to be alone together, just melting under the feel of your lips

Second Bonus —> with your permission of course, he would totally make a video like this. Watching it back when he’s alone, thrusting into his fist imagining it was your pussy. Closing his eyes as he listens to the sound of your moans from his phone. Sometimes he’ll just watch it… not even to get off. Just smirking at the sight of you so weak for him, completely at his mercy.

König -

SFW

This big bear just wants to hold you. Cuddling you against his big chest while his hand completely envelops your palm. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you as close as he can.

Protective as hell. You are his top priority… if he gets the idea that someone is making you uncomfortable in any way, he’s stepping in and willing to resort to violence for you “Back off… or you’ll be picking your teeth off the floor”

He is a sucker for your touch and kisses. When you’d pepper them on his face through his sniper hood he just melts. Your touch relaxing his muscles effortlessly, specifically going insane when they sit at his waist - which is slutty as hell! - thumbs resting on the V taper of his torso.

Definitely sprays his pillow and bed with your perfume. He loves the scent of you and wants to have the illusion that you’re in his bed even when you’re not.

König will speak in German to you randomly, whether it’s nicknames or whole sentences. Loving how you don’t know what he’s saying but trust him enough to know it’s only ever something sweet. “Du bist das Licht meines Lebens“ or „Mein süße Engel“ (t- You are the light of my life, my sweet Angel)

NSFW

Size kink. Simple as that. Can’t help but feel pride every time your cunt manages to take all of him inside you. Praising you. “Such an obedient little pussy… taking all of me so easily without any struggle. Fuck it’s like you’re molded to fit me”

Loves missionary simply because he can see the way his dick bulges through the skin of your lower stomach. He’ll place a hand there, softly pressing down against it which had you seeing stars

He. Is. A. Switch. Fight me. Sometimes this big bear of a man needs to be taken care of. Loving to fall apart under your mouth or pussy, abiding by your rules and letting you lead. Whimpers and whines spilling from his lips while he pleaded for more. “P-please, mein gott Schatz. Please go faster, f-feels so good” (t- my god sweetheart)

Making out with you gets him so hard so fast. Hands exploring each other while your lips mold against each other. His tongue prodding at your mouth softly until you let him in. The feeling of your tongue sliding against his while your mouth swallowed every noise he made, that was just so hot to him.

Aftercare is very important to him. With his size and his roughness he always makes sure to soothe your sore muscles after a rough fuck. He’ll always take the time to massage your thighs and shoulders to help ease your twitching. He’ll softly kiss over every inch of your skin, praising you for being so good, and then holding you into the night, holding you close. “You did so good Schatz… my best girl. Let me help ease you to sleep”

Bonus —> SIZE. KINK! He’d just watch how his cock slides down your throat, protruding through your skin. He’d fuck your throat nice and slow just to watch your skin bulge with the head of his cock. Being ever so gentle as he slides himself in and out of your throat

Second Bonus —> He loves having you on his lap. His large frame holding you as you ride down onto his cock. Watching you bounce up and down and urging you on with his hands gripping your hips.

Captain John Price -

SFW

Price was not big into PDA, preferring to save his physical touch for when the two of you are alone. Instead he shows his affection through praise and compliments. Often following missions or in the mornings. “I’m proud of you, you did a great job in todays mission” , “Morning soldier, good to see you nice and cheery”

Trusts you ENDLESSLY but is always afraid that you’ll get hurt. The idea enough to crush him.

If you do come back from a mission injured, he’ll demand to be in the room with the medic, pushing them aside to take care of the more minor injuries - obviously not taking on more than he can handle, they have a skilled medic for a reason. But he feels better to be there and help in some way.

If you’re sore in any way, he is immediately ready to alleviate your pain. “You alright darling?” You always try to ease his mind and hide your soreness but Price knows. Even the small winces of your body had his attention on you. “Y-yeah just a bit sore in my shoulder. Its bearable though” he was already making his way behind you - whether in the common area, bedroom, office, he’s on his way - and begins to massage at your muscles. “Tell me if it hurts too much” the second he starts there’s no getting rid of him, no matter how many times you say it’s alright, if you’re still wincing or clenching your teeth, he’s not moving. “Let me take care you darling”

If you’re not a soldier, when he’s gone you get tons of letters and gifts, he’d even send you little wooden carvings of hearts he’d make when he had time. Always saying that he misses you dearly and cannot wait to see you again

NSFW

His endurance would surprise you… able to hold back just to watch you fall apart on his cock over and over till he’s satisfied.

Nothing turns him on like pleasuring you. He could stay tucked between your thighs for hours if you let him. His tongue memorizing every part of your sensitive pussy just to get you to fall apart faster each time. “Mmm, you taste so good… she’s absolutely drenched”

He has AND WILL CONTINUE TO place you up on his shoulders so your hands touch the ceiling while he eats you out feverishly

Big on foreplay. Loves to finger fuck you before he does anything else, preparing you even when he knows you don’t need it. You’d beg him to stop teasing but he couldn’t help himself. Wanting to get you writhing on his bed before he even fucks you. “Patience darling… it’ll feel so much better I promise”

When you give him blowjobs he goes haywire, the feeling just indescribable. However the doesn’t like to grab at your head and throat fuck you. Rather shirting to a 69 position to please you at the same time. Often eating you out so goddamn good you have to pull your lips off his cock, not that’s he’s complaining.

Not one for teasing, he gives you what you when you ask for it nicely. Loves to hear you beg on your volition without having to withhold your orgasm from you to do it.

Price wants you to hear him… he wants you to know how good you make him feel.

Bonus —> Enough said. He wants you WRITHING. Holding you in place as he brings you to orgasm over and over.

Second Bonus —> SO HIM ITS INSANE! Late night post mission fucking. Wants you nice and close, head buried in your neck as he groans and murmurs to you. He would be so vocal it’d surprise you at first, moaning directly into your ear.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick -

SFW

Always tries to be a real gentleman. Setting up actually cutesy dates for the two of you. Yet he doesn’t want you to mention it too much. He doesn’t need the praise for being a good partner, it comes naturally.

Showers you in compliments, even if it’s a little thing. “Your hair looks beautiful today” “I always thought that shirt looked good on you” often pulling you close after he butters you up with his kind words “Your skin is practically glowing… my own goddess”

Good morning and good night texts… they don’t even have to be long, he just loves sending you a message so you wake up or go to bed thinking of him. Cause he sure as hell thinks of you.

He sticks by your side whenever he gets the chance. Always wanting to be the one to spar with you in training, the one you eat breakfast and dinner with, the one you sit next to in the common area. Practically nothing can drag him away from you.

A big advocate for you stealing his clothes. Loves to see you in his hoodies around the base, a smirk growing on his lips when he spots you. He loves as well when you sleep in his shirts, having once told him that you like how it smells like him.

NSFW

Gaz isn’t into taking videos and photos of you when you’re intimate. However… his one expectation is a set of Polaroids you gave him of you in lingerie, each photo with one less piece of clothing until the final one was a breathtaking nude photo of you. He prefers to keep them in his wallet, physical evidence that you’re his.

Gaz doesn’t shut up. Whether he’s praising, teasing, or slightly degrading you, he doesn’t stop talking. He loves the effect his words have on you. “Yeah? You’re close aren’t you? I can feel how you clench around me… trying to pull me in deeper, such a good fucking pussy. Just for me” occasionally leaning down and whispering directly into your ear “Sound so fucking beautiful… screaming out for me like a cock hungry whore”

He’ll use any chance he can get to smack your ass. The moment you lean over a counter, or bend over to grab something, you feel his hand collide with your ass. When you’re around other soldiers he simply gives your rear a little pinch or grope. Making sure it’s subtle enough no one even noticed.

Loves to lead but not be dominant. He enjoys choosing the position and how he wants to hold you, or touch you. He doesn’t like to manhandle you though, never.

However he will let you lead whenever you want. He’ll be especially supportive if you want to ride him, it being one of his favorite positions. His hands will hold your waist as you bounce on his cock. His eyes glued to the way your tits bounce in unison, either moving his hands up to grope them or leaning forward to lick and bite at them. “Looks so fucking sexy… let me help you darling.” His hands will lift your hips up and down harsher, even meeting your hips halfway by thrusting up into you. It’s not long before he takes control, fucking up into you - see second bonus ;)

He is a BIG tit guy. They don’t need even need to be big, he just loves playing with, licking, and kissing at the skin of your breasts before moving to toy with your nipples. Moaning against them knowing you’ll feel the vibration through your whole body.

Loves to cum on your tits and face. Wants to see it decorate your skin, or your clothes ;)

Afterwards will pick some of it up with his fingers, sticking them in your mouth “Suck them clean for me…” when you oblige hell immediately kiss you.

He would do the same after he finger fucks you. Licking his fingers clean right in front of your face, winking at you after he’s done.

Bonus —> He loves how you sound, but is more than happy to gag you with a rag or his fingers to keep you quiet. This just feels very Gaz… the roughness and lust. Yet he’d definitely make sure you’re in the mood for that kind of sex.

Second Bonus —> Loves how you ride him, wanting to lead your movements. When your thighs falter and ache he’ll soon have your wrists or even your hair in his hand as he fucks up into you. Encouraging you to meet his thrusts by smacking at your ass.

[tomorrowillbeyou]

alright, i'm not sure how much of this is already commonly known but i have been investigating the source of these images:

and this video:

a comment on this blog post suggests that they were taken in sydney:

the upload date of the video also dates the events to before january 2008. we know that tucker rule and james dewees were there. the song they're singing is gloves by reggie and the full effect:

for these reasons, i THOUGHT that the photos and video were taken at the sydney entertainment center on november 30th 2011. reggie and the full effect opened for mcr that night and gloves was on their setlist:

this is backed up by this youtube comment on the dancing queen video talking about fluxuation in sydney (i unfortunately can't find the video it mentions but the channel is here):

tucker talks about playing for mcr in australia in 2007 in this podcast clip:

this was what i THOUGHT. and i was going to post this but i thought i should do a little more research just to see if i could find anything more. and i stumbled across this livejournal post:

every single image on the post is broken. but i'm pretty confident that the pictures we all know and love were in there.

^this one especially seems to line up. they were taken at a bar called the lobo plantation in sydney on november 29th 2011.

the captions of the other pictures make me SO mad that they were deleted. im so fucking curious. well thank you to deleted livejournal user theyoungpretend for (probably) being the one to post these historical images. if anyone knows of any way to access the rest pls lmk (tinypic went down and all the images hosted on there were deleted)

also this picture seems to have been taken on the same night??

here are some more (questionably worded unfortunately. like some of these are really insane) posts which mention what happened:

x (i think this may be from one of the people in the picture above?), x, x, x (hidden in. ryan ross/matt cortez fic?), x, x, x, x, x, x (masterpost where almost all the links are broken). ive saved all of these on the wayback machine in case they ever get deleted.

this iconic ray moment was the day after btw:

if anyone has any more info or any pics PLEASE let me know!!!!!!

[fluffysucker]

3. Nothing has to change today

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU).

A/N: Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female.

Double update CUZ I'M EXCITED. Please lmk what you think so far.

Likes, comments, reblogs are very highly appreciated

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

The knock on the door grabbed your attention away from the vegetables in front of you. Quickly, washing your hands and drying them as you wonder who may be at your doorstep at this hour.

"Bucky." You couldn't hide the confusion in your voice when you saw him standing on the other side of the door.

"Hi. Sorry, I'm late." Bucky greeted you as he walked into the house, paying no mind to your bizarre expression.

"Did the kids fall asleep?" Bucky asked once he noticed the quiet house. He checked his watch. He was late, but not that late.

"No, they aren't." You answered, still trying to figure out if this was a joke or something.

"Where are they then?" Now Bucky has joined your state of confusion. However, you started to form an idea of what was happening.

"Steve showed up. Said he needed his emotional support bestfriends." You smiled a little, remembering the man just bargaining up on you and taking your kids with him. You didn't complain, though. The kids were so excited to spend the night with their uncle Steve.

"I thought you were going to be there. But I assume he didn't even tell you." You took his expression as a sign that Steve really meant it. He wanted a night with his bestfriends.

"No. No, he didn't." Bucky laughed at his friend's actions, taking out his phone to text his friend.

You left him in the living room and headed back to the kitchen to check on the food cooking.

"Look happy and safe." Bucky joined you in the kitchen, showing a picture of your kids fully smiling and laughing, surrounded by toys Steve keeps at his house just for them.

Seeing your kids happy will never fail to make your heart warm. They were the only thing keeping you going right now. Your only source of happiness and calmness

"I will pick them up tomorrow and have them for the day. Is that okay?" Bucky asked, checking to see if the weekly weekend plan still works for you. You reassured him that it was fine.

You stood there in silence for a minute. What now?. What were the two of you when you weren't co-parenting? You dodged this question since the divorce was finalised.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" You tried tasting the water.

The casual invitation was harmless. He was already here. He was supposed to spend the night with the kids. Now, he had no plans. It seemed like the right opportunity to see where you stood.

You turned your back to him, acting like you were checking on the food, so you wouldn't see his reaction.

You didn't want to see him reject you again. You didn't want to see him shutting down any attempt for you two to exist outside your parents' duties.

"You sure?." He, too, was hesitant to step into this territory. Maybe you had different plans tonight. It was your free night, after all.

Because the truth was, he wanted to stay. He wanted to spend some extra time with you. Seeing you standing there in the kitchen stirred something he tried so hard to bury inside. This was too familiar. Too domestic. And he was deeply missing it, despite not wanting to admit it, even to himself.

You turned around to look at him, nodding with a soft smile.

He hated the fact that it was you asking. He hated the fact that you were always the one reaching out. You, trying to mend broken bridges or build new links. He hated how much you were always the better person. The best person

Bucky told himself he was only staying to prove that you can be civilised and friendly when you aren't just parents. That you can be anything other than the lovers you once were.

He returned the smile and moved to help you.

Without you two noticing, you fell back to your old ways almost immediately. Starting a light, small conversation about your day while finishing up the meal

The awkwardness and tension you expected were nonexistent. Laughter started to ring in the house as you talked more and more.

Once the food was done, you didn't bother to move to the family dinner table. You stayed in the kitchen, eating by the stalls.

The conversation flowed easily between the two of you. From work stories to the new activity, you wanted to enrol the kids in and gossip about old friends or parents you know.

Bucky walked to the living room as you were finishing sorting the dishes in the dishwasher.

The familiarity of the situation almost tricked you into believing there was a chance for you. How fast you two filled into the act of husband and wife once more was too comforting for your broken heart. You were trying so hard to stop your mind from deceiving you into believing something that wasn't true. A part of you was still holding on to the tiniest bit of hope for dear life. You brushed off the thoughts as reading the room too much.

You joined Bucky in the living room. You found him standing in front of the wall, holding your pictures and all your memories.

"You kept all of the pictures." He couldn't hide the surprise in his tone when he saw that all the pictures were still in place.

Your first ever picture, Your second anniversary, Your engagement party, Your weeding day, Your first wedding anniversary, and you with Lily's first sonogram ,Your first night home as a family Family vacations, birthdays—all of it You, together.

"Yeah. I didn't want to make the kids feel that too much was changing. It's already not easy. So I thought I would leave them up." This was part of the truth. You really didn't want to disturb the kids. Bucky's leaving the house was already hard enough.

However, you also didn't find it in your heart to remove them. It would make the separation too real. You couldn't face this now.

"Plus, taking the pictures down would mean we don't like these days or memories anymore. That we regret them. I never want Lily or Theo to think I regret them. Regret the life I had." You didn't know why you told him this. Maybe you wanted to keep convincing him and yourself that Theo and Lily were the only reason pictures were still in their place.

You had to physically hold your tongue to ask if he regretted the life he had. Bucky's lack of response was painful. Was it all not true? Have your whole lives together always felt like a trap to him? Has the man you loved the most only considered you an inconvenience? All thoughts that wounded your heart and could never leave you alone.

"That day in the park, a dog peed on my shoes." You weren't expecting this, but it broke a smile out of you, looking at the picture Bucky was pointing at.

"No, that day we spilled ice cream on an old man. That day, the dog peed on you." You corrected Bucky pointed at the different frames.

Laughs erupted between you as you reminisced on old memories captured in the photos. Trying to remember the behind-the-scenes of these moments

"Are you serious, right now?" You asked Bucky as he looked at a certain picture on the wall.

"It was stupid, but they all thought I couldn't get a girl to do it. So I had to prove them wrong." Bucky explained the real reason why he took you to this awful bar to watch the most boring hockey game ever over 10 years ago. The picture had Steve, Sam, Bucky, and you in baggy t-shirts for a team you couldn't even pronounce.

"And there I thought I meant something to you, Barnes." You joked, bringing your sight back to the picture.

"Everything." If you weren't standing so close, you could have missed it. The tiny whisper leaving Bucky's mouth made you turn to him with a questioning look.

"Everything. You mean everything to me." His steel-blue eyes were pouring into you. As if he were gazing into your soul.

"My whole entire world." He whispered very familiar words.

Bucky didn't know why he said it, but he couldn't handle you doubting his love for you.

He knew you. He knew you must have questioned your worth every single day and questioned his love for you, but you never voiced it, especially after he told you there was no one else. So hearing you say it out loud, even as a joke, was more hurtful than he thought.

He knew it was selfish. However, the familiarity of your time together was consuming him. He was defenceless. Your presence was breaking him down. Leaving him with nothing but the truth.

"Bucky." You didn't know what you could say. The phrase he used to use all the time was only a cruel reminder. You were no longer his.

Despite wanting the reassurance that he still loved or once loved you, you couldn't just bear it. Because if he really did, How did you get here?

The pleading in your eyes was clear. You were barely getting by. Your heart is too fragile to handle whatever game Bucky is trying to play with you.

Bucky saw it all again. The call for help in your eyes. Your lips were tucked harshly into your teeth to ground you. Your arms were coming up slowly to hug yourself. Bucky despised the fact that you were protecting yourself from him.

This time, though, he couldn't help it. He couldn't just stand and watch you fall in front of him.

Without any warning, his lips were on yours. Hand on both sides of your face.

Your mind couldn't comprehend at first what was happening, making you freeze in place for a second.

However, the mundane feeling was overwhelming. It was like muscle memory kicked in. You kissed him back. It felt surreal; for the both of you, it had been too long since you shared a real moment like this. You both missed it terribly.

One of his hands moved from your face to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hands flow to his hair instinctively.

It wasn't surprising how fast you found your rhythm again. Too familiar with each other's bodies. Too desperate to feel anything.

Bucky's arm moved down your waist to your hip, signalling for you to wrap your legs around his waist, and you complied. Your need for air made you break the kiss for a second. Looking into each other's eyes.

You should stop. You should end it right. Call it a reckless kiss and move on. But you couldn't. Your body was driven by your need for him.

Bucky knew that, too, but not when he remembered how perfectly you fit wrapped up in him. How your lips tasted. How your bodies reacted so strongly to each other.

His lips returned to yours. This time, it wasn't gentle. It was filled with passion and desire. Lust was setting you on fire.

Bucky walked the two of you to the master bedroom. Not breaking the kiss for once.

You should have stopped when you felt the soft mattress beneath your back. But your mind was clouded by him. Overtaking all your senses.

So you let him take you. Let you have him.

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3 stars

The story of this book was good, however, I had to disregard many other issues in order to stay in sync with it. It started off with many grammatical errors despite it decreasing later on in the novel, it affected the narrative overall. There were redundant phrases that made some parts of the story seem dragged on. I believe the book could have been shorter, a lot shorter than 190 pages. There was no shock factor or suspense in it; maybe because the whole story was already written *on the back of the book*. 🙃

Read the rest of my review from the link in my bio, but thank you bahrain for an amazing time. And thank you james for helping me buy all these books.

‘But there is never a day i stop loving you’ - Love letters by ezana Salgado

1 star

There's such a thing as ethereal "dreamy" (A.B. Yehoshua's "The Lover"), and there is incoherency. I don't fault the author entirely in this work, but I suspect it has been overly reworked by an overexcited English-language collaborator with a "bursting-the-seams" exuberance to evoke the Arabian culture that this novel loses the reader. The introduction section gives a glimpse of how much facelift is performed while tweaking the novel into English. There are surely better works to get a closer look at this fascinating locale and time period.

Read the rest of my review from the link in my bio. Thanks Saudi Arabia for an awesome time, even if this book was not it. And thank you to james who will listen to all my rants about books that he paid for that i hated.

‘If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star - late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, i’d be soaring in flight.’ - thirteen reasons why

2 stars

Pedestrian. The writing, the story, the characters all just too pedestrian. There was nothing that lifted this book in to the realm of interesting, or even 'mildly interesting'. It's the sort of book I keep in the glove compartment of my car. I know I'm never going to read it but there is always the possibility 

especially with the vehicles I drive of being stuck with a broken-down truck or a road block with nothing to read. That sort of book.

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‘What am i to you…you are every hope i’ve ever had in human form’ - milk and honey by rupi kaur

4 stars

well that was just lovely.

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‘I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.’ - notting hill

5 stars

THAT ENDING THOUGH!!!!

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‘You’re worth the wait’ - happily ever after

3 stars

I like Joy Harjo a lot, by which I guess I mean I have read two of her poems and think about them frequently and also I like the idea of who she is, and I thought this was nice and I like the way she uses language but it did not make me realize things about my own life which is what really gets me going from memoirs

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You should see me in a crown - Chapter 7 (Y/N Grimes/Negan Smith)

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A/n: Ask and you shall receive!! Hope you guys like this chapter. Have plans for the eighth chapter too. LMK what you would like to see. Feedback is always appreciated strongly and idk how I feel about this chapter so any thoughts would be amazing! Also you can follow and request things from me here on tumblr or on AO3. Y/N is like 20 in this and Negan is whatever age he is in season 7 so if that’s too much of an age gap please turn back!

Warnings: 18+ smut do not interact if not 18+ afab!you, daddy kink, age difference, abusive!Rick Grimes, protective Negan, sexual touching, oral sex, blow jobs, orgasm denial, choking

Summary: Y/N sees Daryl and makes Negan let him come back to Alexandria for a homecoming dinner to be orchestrated by Negan of course. In order to get that though Y/N has to give something to Negan in return...

My time at the Sanctuary is going well so far. I get my own room and the wives are even nice to me. I think it’s because Negan spends most of his time fucking me which takes the heat off of them, but I don’t mind. I imagined them being like high-school mean girls or something, but I have nothing but good things to say about them. But then something dawns on me the day after Rick leaves and I feel guilty about not thinking of him until now.

“Negan,” I say when he gets back from a supply run. “Take me to see Daryl.”

Negan, who is polishing Lucille in his living room, looks up at me a bit guiltily.

“You don’t wanna see him, sweetheart, trust me.”

“The fuck are you doing to him?” I yell. My heart drops. “That man is important to me! He’s like my fucking uncle. Are you torturing him?”

“I need to break him,” Negan explains, an eyebrow raised. “He’s Rick’s right-hand man. Think about things from my perspective for a goddamn minute, why don’t you? I can’t just give him a fucking hotel room.”

“He can’t be broken, Negan. He’s practically the strongest man I know,” I impress. “There are other ways to mess with Rick.”

“I thought I was the strongest man you know,” Negan smirks.  

“Stop fucking around, this is serious!” I shout.

“Damn, okay, Y/N. You know when you get assertive it gets me worked up. But what do I get in return if I were to let my enemy’s second in command go free, baby? I’m assuming that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I’m going to get,” I inform him, pressing a finger into his leather-jacket-covered chest.

“Is that so?” Negan grins, grabbing my hand. “Well, go on. You know you got me wrapped and I can hardly say ‘no’ to you, but I want something in return.”

“You can’t take anything more from Alexandria because we’re practically starving over there, but maybe you let Daryl go and you take me and him back to Alexandria and I…will personally announce my free-willed devotion to you and it will fuck with the whole town and especially Rick’s head.”

Negan thinks about it.

“Hmm, I like that. And we could have a family Welcome Home dinner,” he agrees, his grin getting wider. “Everyone will be there for the show. Carl, Rick, Michonne, Daryl, and baby sister, and you and me. I’ll even cook goddamn spaghetti free of charge. I make a mean tomato sauce.”

“You want a fucking family dinner, you freak?” I snicker.

“Trust me it will be worth it to see the looks on their faces. Especially Rick’s. But you know what? I need a little something right now to tide me over. What’s that gonna be, baby?” He smiles wide.

“First, you take me to Daryl right this instant and you stop whatever horrid torture techniques you’ve been doing to him. And then I’ll give you the best blow job of your life. How does that sound?” 

“Sounds like you think you’re going to be the one in control of that blow job, but I can assure you, sweetheart, it’s going to be the other way around. Gonna have you absolutely choking on my cock, baby girl. No mercy.”

I swallow.

“Fine,” I say like it’s no big deal and I’m not a little nervous. “Take me to Daryl.”

***

Negan walks me down through the bowels of the sanctuary to where they keep the cells. I hope what I said is true and that Daryl didn’t break. I pray it. We walk until we reach a single tiny room with some stupid pop song playing on repeat inside it.

Negan opens the door.

“Well, if it isn’t the man of the hour!” he booms, holding up Lucille to remind Daryl not to try anything, the music increasing in volume as we enter.

Daryl is crouched down in a filthy sweatsuit, covering his ears from the annoying music.

“Y/N?” he asks slowly in a raspy voice, looking up cautiously. “That really you?” “It’s me, Uncle Daryl,” I say rushing over to him, grabbing onto his dirty hands. “Turn off that fucking music, Negan.”

And Negan actually does.

“The hell you doin’ down here?” Daryl asks in concern. “You ain’t a prisoner too, are you?”

“No, it’s not like that,” I explain. “I’m here to get you out. Tomorrow you’re coming back to Alexandria, okay?”

I try to hug him, but he flinches at my touch. My heart sinks.

“You are quite popular, ‘Uncle Daryl,’” Negan smirks down at him, unable to not insert himself into the conversation. “Y/N won’t shut up about you. You must have at least been decent to her unlike Rick the Prick. I, for one, did not wanna let you go, but Y/N is going to convince me in more ways than one if you catch my drift.” He winks and does that lean thing he’s always doing. “And tomorrow,” he continues, stamping his foot for emphasis. “When you go back home to your quaint little town, you will make it clear that it was Y/N who saved you, is that understood?”

Daryl says nothing, so Negan takes Lucille and makes like he’s going to strike him with her, but he stops the bat just before it would have collided with Daryl’s face. Daryl does not even flinch.

“Shit, you do not scare easily. I like that!” Negan grins gleefully.

“Stop it, Negan,” I snap. “We get it. Your dick is the biggest.”

“Goddamn right it is,” he chuckles and I roll my eyes.

“Y/N,” Daryl mumbles quietly, turning to me. “If he’s making you do stuff that…you don’t wanna do, I’m not worth that.”

“Trust me, Rick’s Little Bitch, she wants it,” Negan announces. “Could even give you a goddamn preview if you w–”

“Shut up!” I yell at Negan. “For once in your life, please shut the fuck up! I’m fine, Daryl. I promise.”

“You and he?” Daryl asks in his way of little words, gesturing between the two of you.

“Something like that,” you nod. “Give him some proper food, Negan, and some real clothes, and let him shower. Those are the conditions.”

“You know, I am a decent man and benevolent ruler, so I’ll allow those. I’ll tell Davey to get on that right away, princess. See? I am a man of my word. See ya tomorrow, Daryl. It's your big goddamn homecoming day! Now let’s go, Y/N, you’ve got something to give me.”

***

We return to Negan’s bedroom. I’m silent the whole way back.

“You mad at me, princess?” Negan asks, taking off his jacket. “‘Cause of how I treated him?”

“Honestly, yeah,” I reply, sitting down on his bed. 

“Try to think of it from my perspective, honey, it’s not personal.”

“I know that, but you could at least be humane,” I point out.

“Think about if Alexandria had gotten ahold of Simon or Dwight–”

“We wouldn’t have tortured them. Plus, you already ironed off Dwight’s face. How can it get worse?” 

“And do you know why I did that?” Negan asks. 

I shake my head ‘No.’

“He ran away with Sherry and got Sherry’s sister, Tina, killed and my men had to save their sorry asses.”

I hadn’t known that.

“I’m cruel, sure, but I have reasons for doing shit, baby,” Negan assures me. “Cruel but not unusual if you know what I mean. For example, you know I’d never make you do shit you didn’t wanna do. If you’re too mad at me to blow me, you don’t have to. But I know the thought of it makes you so fucking wet.”

He’s not wrong. I want to say ‘no’ to spite him, but the things he says make sense even if I wish they didn’t. And I…I feel something really strong for him that I can’t even explain. He makes me feel so good and safe. He has rules that make sense, which is different from my life back at Alexandria with Rick where any second he could lose it on me and I always have to be on my guard. With Negan I know what I’m getting and if I say stop, he’ll listen. There’s something powerful about that. I want to make him feel good despite every instinct in my brain. I want him to hold and comfort me too. 

“Fine,” I say. “But you fuck with Daryl again and I will personally end your life. Now sit down on the goddamn bed.”

“Damn, baby.” Negan grins. “So hot when you threaten me and boss me around.”

“We’ll have to explore that another time,” I smirk. “Shit, did that make you hard?”

“Just being around you makes me hard, baby. But yeah.” He sits down on the bed and palms the bulge at his crotch. “Bet you’re already wet though too.”

He’s not wrong. 

I put my hair up and bend down between his legs.

“Take your pants off,” I insist. 

“This isn’t for your pleasure, you little slut,” he smirks. “Maybe if you earn it.”

I roll my eyes and reach for his belt buckle, but he slaps my hand away.

“Did I tell you to?”

“No, Daddy,” I reply obediently.  

“There’s my good girl. Now you may.”

Control freak. I undo the leather belt and remove it, then I unbutton and unzip his grey khakis and pull out his half-hard cock and balls.

My mouth waters.

“Now strip,” he orders.

I do slowly, pulling my shirt over my head to expose my breasts and I unhitch the bra and Negan swears. Then I pull off my pants and my underwear and shiver from the cold.

“Damn, baby. You look so good. Now, take me and get me all the way hard,” he orders. “In your mouth.”

And I do. I take his long, girthy dick and kiss the swelling head to tease and Negan groans. Then I take as much of him as I can down my throat.

Negan lets out a small moan as I suck and use my hands on the girth that doesn’t fit in my mouth. This goes on for a few minutes and Negan is fully erect in my mouth and it makes me so wet. I reach down to touch myself, but Negan slaps my hand away.

“This is isn’t for your pleasure, you little harlot. How many times do I gotta fucking say it, baby?”

“Sorry, Daddy,” I reply, looking right in his eyes. “You just make me so wet is all.”

Negan groans and squeezes the base of his cock. 

“Tonight is for me, isn’t it, Y/N?” He growls, grabbing a handful of my hair.

“Yes, Daddy,” I reply disappointedly. “Ow!”

“Too much, kid?” Negan asks seriously. 

“No, it hurt good,” I tell him, liking the pain.

“You little freak! You know, I think we need a safe word. How about ‘walker?’”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Daddy’s gonna fuck your mouth now, baby.” Negan tells me, looking down into my eyes. “It’s gonna be rough, but I know you can take it.” 

“Do your worst,” I challenge and Negan snickers.

“God, I love that." He pulls on my hair again roughly, “Get to work, slut,” he growls, and with that, he shoves his fat cock far down my throat and I gag.

Then he holds the back of my head and fucks my mouth with vigor, not holding back. I have to grab onto his waist to keep from being knocked over by the force. Goddamn.

He fucks me so hard each time it makes a gluck sound that is so filthy I am soaking against my thighs. My throat feels raw and sore, but he keeps going. Then he pulls my head down all the way on his cock and I choke, my nose smashing against the salt and pepper pubic hair at the base of his prick. He holds me down for what feels like forever and I can’t breathe! Oxygen is all I can think about and the throbbing pleasure between my legs. Fuck!

Finally, he pulls off of me, and I think he’s done so I move to get up.

“Ah, ah, ah, Not yet, baby girl,” Negan sneers. “Aw, you thought I was finished? Nice fucking try.”

And then he’s grabbing the back of my head and forcing me back all the way down on his cock and I’m gagging and choking and tears are streaming down my face. My brain begins to get foggy from the lack of oxygen and my pussy drips further down my thighs as saliva and precum dribble down my chin.

“Damn, baby. Taking it like you were fucking born for it. What a perfect little slut,” he groans. He tastes so good. His precum is perfectly salty. “I’m close, angel. Fuck! Look how wet you are. Tell ya what: I’ll hold you down on me for ten more seconds and if you’re a good girl and don’t touch your aching, dripping little pussy, I’ll give you a reward.”

“Yes, please, Negan,” I moan, so desperate to cum.

“Is that what you call me?” he snaps.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whine. “Come on, please. Just do it. I’ll be so good for you.”

And with that, Negan sticks his cock back down my throat. 

“One…” Negan begins with his usual snarky grin. “Fuck.” He groans in pleasure as his attractive face relaxes in bliss. “Two…Three...”

I start to struggle a little reflexively, my nose pressed against the patch of salt and pepper hair at the base of Negan’s prick, just below his hairy tummy, but he only grabs my head harder and holds me in place more tightly, which my pussy seems to like a lot.

“Be good for me now, Y/N,” Negan reminds me condescendingly, stroking the back of my head gently despite his firm grip, his voice low. “Four...Five…”

I can’t breathe! My brain screams out for air. I try to whimper, but only make a sad, strangled sound against him. Fuck, it feels so good. 

“Six...Seven…Stay fucking still, baby!” he growls. 

To stop me from trying to move, Negan wraps his large hand around my neck, and I moan, throbbing between my legs, pleasure buzzing inside me, aching to touch myself.

“Oh, shit, you really like that don’t you?” he smirks. “Eight…”

He squeezes his hand down around my throat and I see black spots around the edges of my vision. Fear pumps through my blood, but my spiking arousal is all I really care about as I hump against nothing but air. Negan smirks at my dancing, itching fingers.

“Nnnghhm!--” I try to moan desperately, my lower body shaking and spasming, staring up at him.

“Nine…Are you gonna fucking cum just from this!?” he exclaims. “You little whore!”

I cannot breathe! I cannot fucking breathe! I am going to fucking pass out! Or cum! Or both! Holy fuck!

“Ten…” Negan groans, and finally pulls out of my throat, loosening his grip on my neck, as my body twitches.

“Such a good little slut for me!” Negan exclaims enthusiastically, his voice so low it is almost a growl. “Now what do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whine softly, my throat sore from overuse.

“Fuck, baby, I just slid my dick down your throat, and you thanked me for it!” he booms excitedly.

“Yeah, yeah asshole, sure–” I start to say.

But then he cuts me off by slapping my face with his dick and I can’t help but giggle. 

He snickers too, looking down at my legs. 

“Holy shit! You’re goddamn Niagra Falls down there, sweetheart. Want Daddy’s help with that?”

“Please,” I beg. “I am so horny for you, Daddy.”

“Touch yourself for me, baby. But do not cum!”

He pats the bed and I get up and sit on it next to him and start rubbing my pussy desperately. I let out a low moan as my fingers meet my clit. Negan stares at me and strokes his cock, cursing under his breath.

After a few steamy minutes of this, I insert and curl my fingers inside myself and begin shaking with the need to cum.

“Daddy,” I whine in a wrecked voice. “I’m close.”

“Holy fuck, here it comes!” Negan growls and he cums all over my chest with a shout.

“Would’ve swallowed it,” I tell him disappointedly, as he exhales deeply.

“You look amazing like that, baby. Holy moley, you look good!” he pants, wiping his brow. “Jesus.”

“Do I ever get to cum?” I practically yell, my face flushed with how horny I am, his cum dripping down my tits. 

“Not tonight,” he informs me and I deflate. “You cum when I tell you you can. And if you touch yourself before I allow you to you will fucking regret it. You won’t cum for a week. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whine. “But I mean are you sure I can’t cum on your fingers?”

“I have a surprise planned for tomorrow, angel, don’t worry,” he says surprisingly gently.

“Okay,” I nod. “Can we cuddle though?”

“Of course, baby girl. You were very good for me. Let me clean you up though first.”

He leads me into his bathroom and pats the counter for me to sit. I do and he wets a towel with warm water and cleans off my chest very gently. It feels nice. I yawn sleepily. 

“Ready for bed?” he smirks. “You were so good for me, angel, truly.”

“You sure I can’t cum?” I beg. “Why is it my fault that you’re so hot?”

He laughs, his face scrunching up. 

“You tempt me, kid, you really do, but I want you extra excited for my plan tomorrow. You’ll thank me later.”

I doubt that, but I let it slide for now.

We brush our teeth and then get into bed. I become the little spoon and he the big one. 

“What if I just came from rubbing on your thigh? That’s not easy.” I try one last time.

“Shut up,” Negan snorts. “Go to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow. You made goddamn sure of that…”

A/n: Who's hyped for the Alexandria dinner? PLEASE give feedback I would highly appreciate it and I wonder if you guys are liking the direction of the story?????

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Danny’s window was silent as he cracked it open, not a single squeak or scrape as it slid smoothly up. Standing there, he held his breath for several moments, before letting it go in a long exhale when no alarms sounded. Looking out the window, he frowned. In the daytime, the drop down had looked daunting, a solid twenty feet of air between him and loose dirt with no flight to slow his fall. At night, it looked even more so, as the darkness of the dirt blended into the moonless night, leaving Danny staring at an unwelcoming maw. The only way he could know there was even ground there was the plopping sound of rain hitting the steadily growing puddles below. Jumping down would be stupid. It would be dangerous. He could easily get even more hurt. 

He had to try, though. He had to. He had spent the whole day trying to convince these people that he wasn’t fucking Jason, and they hadn’t believed him. They hadn’t believed him when he yelled, or when he cried, or when he tried to hit them (emphasis on tried. He always found his wrists caught in an iron grip the second he raised his hands). No, all they ever did was smile a condescending smile that was still all too wide and exchange sad glances from beady, shifting eyes. This wasn’t a problem that would get solved if he just waited; Jazz didn’t know where he was and there was no one else that would be looking for him, and these people clearly weren’t going to snap out of their delusions any time soon. So… he had to try, because what else was there to do?

The mud would probably cushion his fall anyway. He bounced slightly on the balls of his feet, and exhaled quickly before placing his hands on the rain-slick window frame and swinging his feet over. For a second, he dangled there, water pelting him and quickly making him shiver, stomach scraping against rough brick and legs in open air, his whole body buffeted by a strong breeze. After that second, before he could even plant his feet on the wall and prepare to fall, he felt his hands slip off the mossy, wet stone and his heart sink into his stomach as he fell. 

He hit the ground hard and with a squelch, creating large splashes from dirty puddles and thoroughly coating himself with black mud. He didn’t allow himself any time to collect himself, no, he had to hurry, who knew how long he had until he was noticed? Grunting, he pushed himself up, and wobbled to his feet, only to immediately grimace as he put weight on his right ankle. 

Fuck, he thought, sprained. Not good. 

A light flicked on inside, glowing dimly through green stained glass windows, illuminating him in a sickly, familiar shade. Danny spared no time to glance at the window, not chancing being blinded by memories, and simply heaved his aching, mud-covered body forward, stumbling and limping at an admirable speed for one so broken and exhausted. His bare feet were numb, slipping and sliding on slick grass, rain plastering his hair to his face. 

He was almost there. The creepy, wrought-iron gate was almost within reach, and he stretched his arm out, ready to grab it, to have something other than his stupid sprained ankle supporting his weight. Just as his fingers grazed the smooth, freezing metal spotted with bright green moss, he was yanked back with strong arms into someone’s chest, who easily lifted him off the ground and held him tight, with his arms pinned against his sides. He started crying, screaming and yelling as he punched and pushed the arms trapping him. 

It did nothing. Absolutely nothing. The person simply turned around and started walking back to the stupidly big house, not even flinching, barely even tensing as Danny struggled. Within a few minutes, they were back in the living room, and Danny was dropped unceremoniously upon a dry towel that had been placed on the couch. Five people stood around him, all of them looking angry. He shrank back, pressing into the cushions below him. 

“I’m sorry, I–” he began to say, only to be immediately cut off.

“You should be! Jason, what were you thinking? You could have been hurt! You did get hurt! Where on Earth were you even going, in the middle of the night?” the older man, maybe forty, said in a long tirade, barely stopping to take a breath. Danny felt anger flare again, fingers curling into the towel below him, wrinkling it, turning his knuckles white with rage. 

“I was going home! I was leaving this stupid house and you people, and you know why? Because I’m not Jason! I’m not!” he yelled, continuing in a smaller voice as the faces around him got angrier, “...I just want to go home.”

“Jason, you are home, why don’t you understand that? You’re right where you belong, right where you will belong for the rest of your life. And stop saying you aren’t Jason! Even if you don’t remember, we are your family, and you could at least trust us to do what’s right for you!” he said, having the audacity to look hurt, to lace his words with worry and sadness. 

Danny simply scoffed, and looked away, not trusting his voice to carry his words properly, and not trusting these people to listen.

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Later that night, after Danny’s ankle had been treated and he had been shoved inside a large bathroom and left to take a shower, he was once again left in ‘his’ room, the door shutting quietly behind him with another reprimand from the older man. 

Danny sighed, and looked to his window, only to find that his view of the gate was now marred by cold steel. The bars were pretty and intricate, with curled branches and floral patterns to match the richness of the room, but they were affixed to the window frame, strong, unbreakable, and all the same as they would be if plucked straight from a crumbling prison. All of that effort, that pain, the ankle and the rough hands that treated it, and he was right back where he started. 

He had been so close. 

But now, all he could see was green. Still too bright. Still too neon. Still too stagnant, too venomous, too poisonous, too sickly, entrapping and encompassing. 

Still a stupid color, especially  when 

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Hey everyone! Sorry for the long break, my life was really busy for a bit and I wasn't sure how I wanted to write this. By the way, if anyone has opinions on the formatting of that last sentence, give them to me, I wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not.

Also! I have officially written over 10,000 words! That's a lot of words! I'm really proud of myself, I didn't think that this fic would come this far, but I'm really happy that it has. You should all be proud of me. Anyway, thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

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3. Tangled Memories - Lee Know AU

Post Traumatic Amnesia (PTA) is a transient state of confusion, disorientation and memory loss that occurs immediately following a traumatic brain injury. PTA is sometimes also referred to as post traumatic confusional state and can occur from the moment of injury until the return of continuous memory.

The accident was a tragedy.

But it was the best tragedy to ever happen to you.

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Pt 3 - See pt 1, 2, & 4 on the Masterlist linked above

Warnings: angst, f!reader, enemies to lovers, drunk driving, gaslighting, Fighting, yelling, cursing, angst, heartbreak, lies, angst, accidents, not proofread, minho is mean, lmk if I missed anything!!

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"Did I know how to skate?" You yell out to Minho while pulling out a skateboard from a box that was in the depths of the hallway closet.

"Huh? I don't know" He responds while continuing to make dinner.

You frown and make your way to the kitchen.

"Why don't you know?" He should know right? Even if the two of you were distant friends, he should still know, right?

"Maybe you haven't skated in a while?" He's doing all he can to avoid eye contact, but that is nothing new for Minho. It made enough sense to you though.

In the middle of dinner, while shoveling food into your mouth, you get a random idea. "Wanna go skating together?"

"I don't know how to skate." He deadpans.

"I do, I can teach you!"

"You didn't even know you could until like thirty minutes ago."

"It should be like riding a bike, right?"

After much debating in his head, Minho decides to leave caution in the wind. It's been a while since he had fun, and he might as well enjoy your friendship while he still could.

"Fine. We can buy a board for me after we finish eating." He responds, making it seem like he wasn't a bit excited for the idea.

You immediately stand from your chair at his response. "Great! I'll go get ready!" Leaving half a bowl of noodles behind. Not noticing that the man you left behind was lost in his own thoughts.

Minho sighs and grabs your plate to finish it up for you. He doesn't take you out often, Chris and the others take that upon themselves, and he had barely gotten comfortable around you again. Well, as comfortable as an ex rival that caused you to leave the house to have an accident, who also has been lying to you and pretended to have a crush on you, who is now aware that you might have a crush on him which makes him uneasy, can get.

After an hour, the two of you had made your way to the park that the two of you had visited before. Minho was holding you by your forearms, similar to how you were holding him, except with a lot less hawk-like grip. You legs were shaking, causing the board to move from side to side, had it not been for Minho holding you the entire time, you might've already broken a bone or two.

"Like riding a bike, huh?" He laughs, and amidst your panic, you notice that his two front teeth are larger than the rest, giving his smile a sense of innocence and cuteness, like a rabbit.

"Adorable." You think you say that in your head, until Minho's smile disappears and his grip faulters. The board slips from under you, and instead of falling with it, you throw yourself forward to the man that would cushion your fall.

In shock, Minho lays there frozen in place. His small eyes, wide with surprise, searching for any signs of discomfort in your face. His arms still loosely holding your forearms, while your hands were on either side of his head.

From below you, the man with such cold demeanor looked young. You couldn't quite place it, but his eyes lacked worry, and his features looked soft. He wasn't pensive, or stressed, or anything that you've grown accustomed to see on him. For a second, his mind was blank.

The pain in your arm brought you back to reality. It's healed but landing on it using your full weight caused a shooting pain that you had forgotten. Unable to hold yourself up, you wince in paid and let your arm drop, now using you elbow to lean on.

After opening your eyes, Minho had the same shocked expression he wore before, except now, your face is not even an inch away from his. You hair is brushing his forehead, your noses are almost touching, and you can feel his breath on your lips. Up close, you begin to notice more about him, like the way his cupids bow is deeper than most. Had his eyes always been so sharp? Had his lips always looked so soft?

Without thinking, you lean in, softly. You don't attack him, but more so, showing him that if he wanted to keep going, the door was open for him. Your lips brush against each other as you close your eyes, hoping that he may do the same.

A million thoughts ran through his head, a million scenarios with no clear beginning or ending. Yet, all he can focus on is your warm body pressed against him, the world silent around you, and your lips touching his. He leans in to close the gap, closing his eyes and savoring the moment. Sending his brain into hyper-focus, he puts his hand behind your head and flips you around, making sure your head wouldn't hit the cement below you. His kiss is gentle at first, wanting to make sure that every move he made was safe, but he wanted to turn it into something more. He still felt intense feelings towards you, but now he wasn't sure that they were all hate.

He slowly pulls away while staring at your silent smile as your eyes flutter open.

Neither of you know what to do or say, so you opt to end the awkwardness. With a laugh, you hit his chest dramatically. "Get off of me! You're heavier than you look!"

Your words bring a smile back to his face, relaxing a bit. "Oh yeah? You're not the one who was used as a human cushion." He stands above you and offers you a hand in help, which you gladly take.

"I guess skating is not like riding a bike. Tsk. We can try again later." You say while patting the dirt off of your clothess.

"Who the hell is we?" He asks as he's picking up your board from where it had rolled to the grass. He didn't even get a chance to try.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Minnie." Your words make him freeze in place. You had never called him Minnie before. Hell, you hardly ever called him by his real name before the accident.

You begin to walk towards the car but stop when you realize that Minho wasn't following you.

Turning around, you find him still standing at the place your board had rolled to. "You coming?"

How foolish? What game was Minho trying to play with himself? He knew that you hated him, not current you but past you did, and he's sure that future you will as well. He's well aware that there is no way this would end well, but you're so gentle, so beautiful, you're caring, confident, and sometimes funny. How did he never see that before? Conflicted is the best word he could use to describe what he was feeling, on one hand you were despicable to him, you made sure to make his life hell whenever you came around, and you were selfish and only ever cared about your own feelings. On the other hand, you took care of him while he took care of you, you sat by his side in silence while no one could stand to be in a room with him, you made him smile on days he thought it wasn't worth it, and you became a piece of sunshine to him. A sunshine that he wanted to protect from rainy days and scary nights.

So yeah. Conflicted.

"Yeah! Coming."

Once you arrived back to your apartment, you stood outside and turned to Minho.

"I hate to do this right now, but I agreed to spend the night at Hyunjin's tonight. He wanted to show me this movie that he swears I used to love." Hyunjin. Your mutual friend Hyunjin, the guy who had been friends with you longer than Minho had. The Hwang Hyunjin who only saw you as a friend. So why did it bother Minho so much?

It had to be fear at the possibility any of the guys would tell you the truth about Minho. That was surely it.

"But I'll be back tomorrow, we can watch your favorite movie then? I can learn more about you." Your suggestion was more of a question, scared that anything had changed between you and Minho because of the kiss.

"I would love that." He gives you small smile before turning towards the door to make himself in. You stop him before he could step through and take him into your embrace.

Your arms are hooked around his neck, and Minho stands frozen in place, holding a board on either hand.

Your voice is hardly above a whisper, "Thank you for everything Min." and you hold him tighter.

He drops the boards once he hears the words and brings his arms around your waist. Holding you so close that his nose brushes your neck and he can smell the scent of your shampoo.

Your hug felt so warm to him. He wanted to cry because he felt trusted and appreciated for the first time in a long time. Knowing that it was all built on lies made him want to crumble to the ground.

After taking your scent in one more time, he lets you go and quickly collects the boards, purposely avoiding eye contact with you. His face was flushed, but you just assumed that he was feeling flustered from your words.

"Be safe. Text me when you get there." He says to you while almost running inside and shutting the door behind him, leaving you outside alone. His words brought strange comfort to your chest, a bit endearing and unexpected to hear from Lee Minho of all people.

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"Wait you did what?!" Hyunjin's surprised face and the wine glass he was holding made him look like a character from a reality show. Real House Wives? You couldn't quite remember.

"I didn't plan it okay? I lost my balance and things just kind of happened." Hyunjin had become your confidant among everything Minho related. It felt as if he was the only one supporting your delusions.

Realistically, he was the only one foolish enough to believe in the enemies to lovers trope. Everyone else would try to plant seeds of doubt in your brain, while Hyunjin was always the one to ask for more details and agree with everything you'd say, no matter how delusional or out of pocket it could be. Call him a hopeless romantic of sorts.

"What the hell made you think you could skate?"

"Well, there was a board in my closet..." Hyunjin throws his head back and begins to laugh as if you had said the joke of the century.

"That's not yours you idiot. Innie asked you to hold it for him while he was moving last year. Guess you never gave it back." He takes a second to wipe away his tears. "You have the balance of a baby giraffe. Please. You? Skating? As if."

"You're a dick." Pouting, you go to take another sip of wine.

"Yeah, yeah, but you love me."

"I guess."

Obviously, he always has to have the last word. "Not more than you love Minho though." He jokes as he catapults himself to the kitchen, presumably to fill his glass back up.

"Hey!" You shout in his direction but he's well out of your line of sight at that point.

If this had always been your life, you'd love to remember the fond memories you shared with all of your friends. Then maybe you could figure out why you had ever rejected Minho.

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Minho woke up to the sound of sobs.

The light sleeper that he is, he heard muffled cries from your room across the hallway. Half asleep and in pajamas, he follows the sound of your cries, his brain still lagging behind in bed.

He doesn't quite zone in to the situation until he opens your door. He finds you beside your bed, on the floor. You are holding your knees up to your chest and you were hiding your face within your own body.

You don't look up until Minho touches your back. Had he called out for you? When did he even come in? You jump away from his touch, still sobbing, but making some distance between yourself and the man.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, as if he spoke any louder, you'd run away like a stray cat in fear.

"Go away," Your voice is shaky, and once again, Minho is thrown in for a loop. He's only ever seen you mad and happy, but sad? That was a new puzzle for him. "Please." The word comes out so small and frail, causing Minho to be at a loss of words. He wanted to help you, but everyone is different, what if he accidentally made everything worse?

"Are you having a panic attack?"

Were you having a panic attack? Is this what having a panic attack feels like? You've never had a panic attack before, or that's what you think. Fear is the only thing you can feel, overwhelmed by the memories, and your surroundings, the floor being too rough, the lights being too bright, you just wanted to shut everything off, your mind included. His presence feels overbearing, he wants something, he wants a response, and that's frustrating. So many expectancies, so many opinions, and you can't ever meet the mark. Why can't your brain get it's shit together? Why is it showing you the bad parts of your life? You wish you could permanently erase those, or maybe even erase everything. A clean slate had been good so far, was every memory going to continue being this shitty?

"Where are you right now?" His voice breaks you out of your thoughts for half a second. You want to respond, but even the task feels like too much at the moment, so you just stare at him confused.

"Tell me where you are right now." You can hear the demand, but it's so foolish. Why won't he leave you alone?

"Answer me."

If you answer him, he might finally leave you alone. "My room." Unsure and cautious, your voice hardly reaches his ears.

"Wonderful. Now, what's my name?"

Is he high? What the hell was he talking about? You take a minute to study the man and make sure he wasn't part of a dream or a hallucination.

After realizing that he might be real, you reply. "You're Lee Minho."

"Sure am. What time is it?" He asks as if he didn't have a phone in his pocket, but you take notice.

"You can check your phone."

Dead serious, he responds, "No I can't. Tell me the time."

With a huff, you stood up and looked through you bedsheet to find your own phone. "It's 01:16 AM." You say while throwing the device back in bed.

"Cool. Thanks. How old are you?"

"Lee Minho. What the fuck are you trying to get at?" You have had enough non sense. What kind of stupid questions are those?

He lets out a breath and closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them, he's met with your confused, angry ones.

"Are you feeling better?" His voice still as soft as before.

"Am I feeling better? What kind of fucking question is that?" After the question escapes your lips, you realize what he'd just done. "I mean, yes. A little." You sit back down in the floor, mirroring his position a couple of feet next to you, both now significantly more relaxed.

"Good." That's all he says in response. He stares at his hands and doesn't try to pry or say anything further.

After a couple of minutes of comfortable silence, you're the first one to speak up. "I remembered some things."

He looks up to make eye contact with you and you notice something strange about the way he looks at you. Was it panic?

Since he remains tight lipped and serious, so you take it upon yourself to continue talking.

"I remembered the night I left my house, how terrible my family was, living alone in the streets, not knowing what my next meal would be, not knowing who to trust,-" He interrupts you before you got more carried away with your words.

"You're not there anymore. You are here. You are with me in the safety of your own room, inside of your own apartment. You are not alone, and you don't have to explain anything if you don't want to. Just know that if you do, I will listen to you." His serious expression is hard to read at times, the only thing giving him away were his eyes, full of comfort and care. You could stare at him all night.

You try to fully process his words. How does he always know what to say? Lee Minho, the guy who has been by your side since you woke up from the hospital, the one who never tried to pressure you into remembering, the guy who cares about you despite not even remembering him. Lee Minho, the guy who has made you fall for him without even trying.

"Thank you Min. It's just that it sucks, I feel like I'm trying to solve a puzzle in my head all day and night. The memories come as dreams sometimes and I can't separate reality from fantasy. I hoped that what I remembered was just a nightmare, but it makes sense, it feels too real to be made up." You scoot closer to him in order to allow yourself to be comforted, but the action that used to feel natural, felt more stiff this time. Suddenly, the feeling of being alone and unable to rely on anyone creeps into your spine. What if he betrayed you? What if he took advantage of you? The trust you're putting on him felt as if you were giving him a piece of your heart, hoping he wouldn't drop it. This is Minho though, he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. So you swallow your worry and keep talking. "Is everything going to be like this? Was my life that awful? Will they only get worse from here?" The question is barely audible, afraid of what the answer may be.

"No." He immediately responds. "You met Chan, Hyunjin, Felix, Innie, and the rest of the guys, they all love you. The memories you've made with them were incredible. You're really intelligent and hard working, you even got your own apartment instead of staying in the dorms! And the memories you will make in the future will blow away all of the shitty things you've been through. I can't promise you it'll be perfect, but it'll be better." Everything he said was true, he never acknowledged your accomplishments before, he never cared to, but seeing you under a new light, he was finally able to see how amazing you were. Smart, competitive, gentle, caring, strong, independent, just to name a few of the qualities he admires about you. Little does he know that those are some of your favorite qualities about him.

"And you." He tilts his head in confusion. "I met you." You smile at him affectionately.

He offers a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, and me."

"I'm just scared. I can already tell that my past really messed with me, but I don't want to change. I like who I am now Min. What if my memories leave me so broken, that I become a shell of who I wanted to be?" You liked your life now, what if losing your memories had been a blessing? Why was the world trying to take your blessing away from you?

"It's okay to be broken," His hand reaches yours and holds it tightly in his, "I'm here to hold the pieces."

A relieved smile makes its was to your face. You knew that you could trust him.

Before, you would've opted to throw your hands around him to give him a hug, but with this new found fear of yours, you settle for resting your head on his shoulder.

The two of you sit there until the morning, you telling him a some memories and puzzle pieces, and him listening to everything you had to say.

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You had been distant since that night. Always seemingly in your own little world as if actively working to untangle the webs in your brain.

Initially, Minho didn't give it much thought, he wanted to give you some space. However, he couldn't help but miss your excitement and curiosity. It seemed as if joy had been stripped from you that night and there seemed to be a dark cloud following you ever since.

You were beginning to resemble the person that you were before, at least to him. Whenever he'd see you in passing, you were always smiling and trying to make others happy. When you were with him, it was as if your only joy came from making him miserable, but Minho didn't want that anymore, but he also doesn't want you to hide yourself anymore. He doesn't want to ask you to act how you used to, but he also hates to see you sad.

If this had happened a year ago, Minho would have paid to see you suffer, but for some reason, now he can't stand it.

You'd never guess though. All of your days blended together. Wake up, eat the breakfast Minho left for you, watch the shows the guys recommended you (something about as if you were watching them for the first time), play some memory games, take a nap, eat dinner with Minho, watch a movie, and go to sleep. You've been doing everything you could to avoid hanging out with the other guys, they'd immediately know something was wrong, and you don't want them to bother worrying about you.

Unfortunately, you couldn't do much about Minho knowing, since he made himself inside your of room that horrid night. So you had no choice but to coexist with him and hope that he didn't tattle to to the other guys.

"Hey, how's Y/N? I haven't seen her in while, kinda feels like she's avoiding me." Jeongin says as he packs up the rest of his things.

Felix makes his way to the pair, bag already hanging from his shoulder. "Yeah I've been feeling like that too. How is she?"

Minho feels as if they only ever talk to him to talk about you, but he doesn't mind too much. Something is better than nothing after all.

"She's fine. Just been feeling a little down lately."

"Why? What happened?" Chan appears behind Minho as if he had been waiting to hop in the conversation.

"Nothing, she just misses school and what not." He didn't want to tell them about what happened. He didn't even want to tell them that you were slowly getting your memories back. You confided in him, and to Minho that was precious. He couldn't just tell your secrets for no reason.

"Are you sure about that Lee Minho?" Chan says sounding more threatening.

"Yes I am Christopher." He responds while rolling his eyes. "I was thinking of taking her somewhere fun tonight." Zipping the bag shut and draping it over his shoulder, he looks up and notices that all of the guys are looking at him as if he had grown a second head.

"You're taking Y/N out?" Seungmin asks.

"Yes?" Minho isn't dumb, he knows this is out of character for him, but he also knows that if you ever regain your memories, he wants you to see him differently. Maybe if he makes enough good memories with you, you'll ignore the bad ones. Hopefully.

Chan couldn't help but doubt him. "That's bit of an overkill, don't you think? Give me my keys. I'll get ready and take her out instead." He never expected for the two of you to get along. The whole purpose for making Minho stay with you and take care of you was for him to realize that he needed to stop being an asshole, but to go as far for them to be friends? He could never imagine it.

Hyunjin is quick to put a hand on Chan's shoulder. "Wait! Wait. I think it's great that Minho wants take her out. It was about time! She always tell me how much she likes hanging out with you."

"She does?" Both Minho and Chan ask at the same time.

"Definitely. I'm not going to lie, I think she may have a crush on Minho." Hyunjin knew for a fact that you were smitten with Minho, but he felt it'd be better for you to properly confess yourself.

Chris clears his throat and when he turns to look at Minho, the younger is still looking at Hyunjin, smile playing on his lips, with a look of pleasant surprise, and a hint of timidness. Chan wouldn't help but wonder if Minho had a crush on you as well.

"Well look how the damn turn tables-" Jeongin interrupts the leader, "It's tables turned." but Chris hardly takes notice of his correction, much more distracted with the situation at hand. "And here I thought you would both actually murder each other one day."

Minho couldn't help but wince at the statement, knowing that it could have been true had you not been so lucky.

"Yeah, yeah." He brushes them off and starts heading to the door.

"Minho." Chris' voice now more demanding and serious than before.

He turns and now him and the rest of the guys turn to look at Chris. "Take care of her."

Minho nods and continues to walk away, wondering if the guys would have reacted differently if they knew that your memory was coming back and that you were essentially a ticking time bomb. Nevertheless, Minho shakes the thought out of his head and continues his journey to you apartment.

He's deadset on earning your forgiveness, whether you knew it or not.

-

"I used to love getting on the big roller coaster!" You say with childlike glee.

"You did?! Seriously?"

"Do I not seem like the type of person to enjoy coasters?"

Minho composes himself a bit before responding, "It's fitting."

"Fitting how?"

"You're a psychopath. Only crazy people enjoy being thrown around by tons of metal, barely being held by a metal rod." He smiles to himself, as if proud with his statement.

You playfully smack him in the arm, which he responds by dramatically yelping out an "Ow!" and holding the area you hit.

The two of you are walking side by side with your arms linked together. You had to admit, you were having fun, and Minho was the reason for it.

You stop in your tracks after spotting a specific ride, "C'mon! Ride the roller coaster with me!" Trying to pull the man toward the line of people, but he wasn't budging.

"I'd rather die."

"You're telling me big ole scary Minho is scared of a little coaster?"

He turns his back on you, "I'm not scared, I just value my life." but you weren't going to give up.

"C'mon Minnieeeee." You drag out his new nickname in hopes to coax him to go with you. "Do you really want me to ride the ride alone? With a stranger? With absolutely no one to protect me?" You put your body in front of his and try to give him the pest puppy dog eyes you can muster.

"Yes." He deadpans, but it's not enough for you to back down.

"Please Min, for me?"

"Fine." And he cracks.

After convincing him to try more rides with you, you finally tire yourself out. Minho buys you some cotton candy and the two of you make your way to a picnic table.

"Thank you so much for tonight Min." You stare at him appreciatively. He looked beautiful under the colored lights. His eyes reflecting the colored lights, and his skin being illuminated by the glow. He looked magical, as if straight out a fantasy novel, almost like a fairy.

"Don't thank me yet. I might barf on you on the way home." You notice that he looked a bit pale, but despite being on the verge of throwing up, he looked perfect.

You grab his hand and he looks at you, he needs to know you're being serious. "Seriously Min, thank you for everything. Thank you for bringing me out here tonight, thank you for staying up with me during rough nights, thank you for staying by my side this whole time, and thank you for everything you've done for me. There aren't enough hours in the day for me to properly thank you for everything. You're amazing for doing all of that while I couldn't give you anything in return."

His throat feels dry, loss for words. He hates himself for everything. He hates himself for selfishly staying with you for an ulterior motive, he hates himself for earning your trust with his lies, he hates himself for making you miserable before the accident, he hates- His thoughts are cut short by your hand touching his cheek. You smile at him with so much affection that he feels as if he couldn't breathe. You were breathtaking. Your sweet smile is enough to whisk away all of his problems, your eyes sparkling with the lights carrying so much glee, everything about you makes him want to melt. Have you always been this perfect? Even with your messy hair, you looked like a princess.

"No problem princess." He smiles timidly at you. If only he could pause this moment forever.

You lean in and connect his lips with yours. To you everything was perfect. The night, the vibe, Minho, and your life. There had been bumps in the road, but with Minho by your side, you're sure that you'll overcome them.

Minho felt as if he was dreaming, but he couldn't forget the tears you had spilled, the sleepless nights, the constant anxiety, and the distrust. Had you always been that way? Were you always full of tears? Such a beautiful soul with a beautiful heart had to endure constant rain? Was Minho the thunder in your life? Only there to cause chaos and reek havoc.

You slowly pull away from him, still only a couple of inches away. Mesmerized by his beauty, you couldn't help yourself.

"I think I love you." Your hands lay softly on his cheeks, holding him gently in place.

Minho grabs your face and pulls you to him, connecting your lips once again. When he finally pulls away, he whispers, "I think I love you too."

-

Minho was in cloud nine for some time, the guys finally seemed to get along with him again, they supported his relationship, and he had you. Initially, the two of you being together earned some concerned looks from the others, but after sitting down with the guys and explaining himself completely, the guys began to understand him better. Of course he didn't mention anything regarding your memories coming back to them, they'd be more cautious if they knew.

After some stirring around, Minho throws his arm over your side of the bed and realizes that you're not next to him.

'She must be restless tonight' he thought to himself.

He tries to rub the sleep out of his eyes and rolls out of bed. It wasn't uncommon for you to have nightmares and leave the room right after. You'd always say that you didn't want to bother him and that you wanted to let him rest, but Minho never cared about his own rest. He wanted to make sure that you knew that you were safe and that he'll always be there for you.

Once he's in the living room, he sees your frame sitting on the couch, but this time you weren't crying. You were silently staring at the floor, arms on either side of your body, surrounded by darkness.

"Princess?" He calls out to you. This was strange to him now. You guys had spent the previous night playing monopoly, he even let you win, so it wouldn't make sense for you to be mad at him.

When you looked up to see him, Minho was taken aback. Dread clouded his head along with feeling exposed under your gaze. Your eyes looked so cold and he couldn't help but wonder if he was the reason for the sudden frost. The longing that he grew accustomed to was now gone and it took the spark in your eyes with it.

"Princess?" He repeats.

"You lied to me." You say through clenched teeth.

Your tone was sharp, Minho hadn't heard that tone of voice in almost a year. The sound brought him back, and he didn't enjoy it one bit. He wasn't prepared for this. He'd known that you were going to remember him sooner rather than later, but he thought that he still had time, but he was wrong.

He takes a couple of steps towards you, "Princess, please let me explain."

You immediately get off the couch and step away from him. "Don't touch me." He stops in his tracks, "And don't fucking call me that."

"Prin- Y/N. Please, just hear me out." Minho's voice is beginning to faulter. His eyes begin to sting and every word is causing him to get more choked up. He just needs to explain himself, maybe if he could, you'd understand.

You respond with a humorless chuckle. "Hear you out Minho? Hear what out exactly? That you've been lying to me for a year? That you came into my home and pretended to play house? That you coaxed me into telling my secrets for whatever sick little game you have going on? What the hell do you need to explain?"

"No, you don't get it. I didn't lie - I didn't lie too much. If I'd told you that you hated me-" His voice is desperate, but yours is authoritative, cold, and lacking of any emotion. "I still hate you." Despite feeling a heavy weight on his chest, he does his best to gather himself. "Don't say that. Please. We love each other."

"What kind of fucking delusion have you been living in? Why the hell did you even do this?"

"Chan - he -" Not sure if he should lie or just come clean, he ponders on his response for a second, looking for the next words to say. "Chan said I should do it because -" He looks at you like a child who's been caught stealing. "Because of the accident."

The words rattle you for a second. Your demeanor shifting slightly at he last piece of the puzzle. You couldn't remember the accident, but you were at Changbin's place. Why did you leave? You were talking to Innie and then, Minho.

"The accident." Your eyes search the room, your vision begins to blur but not out of sadness but pure desperation. "It was your fault. You're the reason I left that day. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be going to school! I wouldn't have lost a whole fucking year of my life!" Rage. An emotion that Minho was more used to seeing, but he had not been on the receiving end of your fury in a long time.

"No, no, please don't say that. It was my fault, but I'm doing everything I can to fix it. Please don't. I can't handle that from you." He was begging. Never in a million years did you ever expect to see Minho this way.

"You've gone soft on me. Grow a pair and own up to your shit." Wiping the stay tear that managed to escape your eyelid, and fortifying yourself once again.

"Princess. Please. You need to understand that things have changed."

"For you Minho! You had a fucking year to work through whatever acid trip made you think that us being together was okay. I woke up not even a fucking hour ago with everything hitting me like a ton of bricks. All of those feelings I used to have for you, every bad emotion came right back!" Your yelling is making him seem more pathetic by the second. Instead of matching your energy and yelling back, he continued to cry and cower at your words. He knew he messed up, but hearing it from the first person he's loved in the way that he loved you, hurt him in the most unexpected way.

"What about the good feelings?" He asks timidly.

"That's the worst fucking part Minho! My head is in shambles. All of the shit you've done in the past year is there, but now I know Chris forced you, because I know good and well if I had died that day, you'd only feel remorse from hurting the guys. You've never given a shit about me. All of the hell that you caused me is there, but now I'm living in a new kind of hell in which the person that I hate the most knows the deepest darkest shit about me." You felt vulnerable. You told Minho about things you never confided with Christopher. He'd seen you at your absolute weakest and you're expected to be okay with that?

"Don't tell me you hate me. You're the only person that has noticed the scars of the wounds in my heart in a way that no one has before. You're my everything. You were there for me when no one else was. This is real. What we have is real." His tears have stopped now, no longer desperate, but instead defeated. He felt like he was back in his trainee days, when he was told that he couldn't debut. He tried to be strong, but eventually the tears couldn't be stopped. It wasn't until he'd accepted his fate that he stopped crying. Instead of feeling sorry for himself, he began to tell himself that he deserved it. If he'd only been better, he would have debuted. That's the exact feeling he felt now while talking to you. If he had been better since the beginning, none of this would have happened. If that day in class, he would've just apologized for spilling coffee on you, then everything would've been different.

"Was it real Minho? Did you really love me or was it a decision for your own sake to escape the loneliness?" Though the two of you were still talking amidst the darkness, you notice him freeze in place.

Your walls were back in place and you were taking a wrecking ball to his. The shield around his heart had made a special little door just for you, and now you were shattering everything you could get your hands on.

"It was real to me." Dried tears stained his face, his heart and joy had been stripped from him in a matter of minutes. His flooring was nowhere to be found, the disassociation hit him harder than ever, and he could only see himself through fogged glass and soundproof walls.

Why was he so foolish?

"I don't think I can do this Minho. I think you should leave." After telling him to go, you don't waste another second to retreat back into your room, walking past him, and locking the door behind you. You didn't so much as spare Minho a glace, you're not even sure how to look at him anymore.

Minho stands there for what feels like forever, trying to ignore the pain he feels in is chest. He wants to be numb, but this is a different type of hurt that he's never felt before.

He walks to the kitchen and grabs a sticky note and pen. In neat hand writing, he leaves you a note in the surface of the fridge. The notes that used to read something among the lines of "Eat the food." or "BRB" now read a message that cost Minho everything to write.

"Please erase me from your memory and find happiness."

-

A/N: This was supposed to be the last chapter but my s/o thinks I shouldn't leave it like this - so i swear - next chapter will be the last and a lot shorter! Thank you for reading!

TAGLIST: @stanstraykidsskz @weareapackofstrays @linos-kitten @cassidymb121

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tentoorose rec list 2022 edition

lost in the tentoorose sauce once again in 2022, and here is an updated fic rec list for those who have been asking. these are fics that are new to me in the about seven years that i stopped reading dw fic (tbh fic in general) and that i re-read at least twice since then. 

i decided to pick one fic from every author to save time, but for all of these i recommend going through all of their stuff bc it’s all brilliant. these also aren’t in any particular order.

you can check out my ancient fic rec lists here, here, here, here aaand here which i still fully stand by. if any links are broken lmk and i’ll try to fix them. 

and follow my new tentoorose blog here, if you want.

(and for the record, even all these years later, i will never recommend a fic where rose calls him anything other than “doctor.”)

*=nsfw

- pandora by @elialys (this fic is so what i truly believe happened that i felt like it was taken directly from my brain)

- cartography and ritual observation by @megabadbunny*

- the coming dawn by @lastbluetardis*

- marylebone to king's cross by @loupettes

- pink notes, pink cheeks by @gingerteaandsympathy

- spilling scotch and secrets by caedmon

- washed up together by @thirdeyeblue*

- the other side by @dreamcaught*

- the doctor, the happy drunk by rachel_lu

- a rocky mountain snow in by @blueboxesandtrafficcones*

and separate bc it’s not everyone’s jam, pregnancy and baby fics:

- his second heart by @naaer

- little heartbeat, let me tell you about the bush called honeysuckle by @nostradamus0

- 2:00 AM by @hanluvr

- street corner at two in the morning by @messierfourtytwo

this isn’t very long, but i hope it gets the reading juices flowing <3 enjoy!!

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"Somethin' In The Way You Make Me Move" ~ E. Munson

Summary: When Eddie catches his producer singing a rather sensual song, he wonders if she has anyone in mind as she's singing. Turns out, she did—Eddie.

Pairing: Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Producer!Reader

Word Count: 2,683

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) slightly protected piv sex (pls wrap b4 u tap or u'll die), Reader is on the pill tho, creampie, mentions of handjobs, mentions of oral both!receiving, NICKNAMES OUT THE WAZOO (princess, doll, baby doll, pretty girl), lots of teasing from both parties but mainly Eddie because he's an ass, lmk if i missed anything!!!

Extra Notes: having to repost because i found out the link is broken 🤪

Based On: a conversation me and @rupsmorge had

Originally Written: 02/04/2023 through 02/05/2023

Beta Read By: @writer-in-theory

"Alright, boys. I think we're good!" you said into the microphone. "If we need any more takes, I'll call you."

The four men emerged from the recording booth, sweat dripping down their foreheads from the precision they'd put into playing their respective instruments the best they ever had. Eddie, the oldest and prettiest (in your opinion), had been playing the hardest, and you couldn't say you didn't notice.

You constantly noticed him. How could you not? From the way he called you "doll" to the way he was constantly finding reasons to brush against you, he made it well known that he noticed you, so how could you not do the same?

The four muttered some form of a goodbye (Eddie's accompanied by a wink) before making their way out of the studio. You stood from your seat, making sure you were alone before sliding one Airpod in and beginning to clean up your equipment.

You'd almost finished cleaning up all your things during the first song, but when Spotify decided to play "move!" by NIKI, you worked a little slower, wanting to savor your favorite song.

"Maybe it's the way that," you sang along, swaying your hips as you continued to gather your things. You waltzed into the recording booth, feeling every word you sang, "you make me wanna lay back."

You had barely finished the first verse when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Oh, God, please don't be my boss.

"I was just coming to retrieve my jacket but I see you're singin' about me again," an all-too-familiar, deep voice said behind you.

You slid your Airpod out of your ear and into its case before clearing your own throat. "Eddie…" you managed to say, swallowing down a hard lump in the back of your throat.

He grabbed his coat from the chair where he'd left it, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Who were you singing about, anyway? You got a boyfriend I don't know about?" he smirked as he stepped into the recording room.

You swallowed again, shaking your head.

His hands landed on his hips. "So you were singing about me?"

With the roll of your eyes, you scoffed. "In your dreams, Munson. Just because you're a big, popular rockstar now doesn't mean I want you too."

His hand flew to your wrist, pulling you closer. You can't say it didn't make your stomach turn, in a good way of course. He eyed you up and down, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You think I don't notice the way you bat your eyelashes when you compliment my guitar skills? Or when I hit certain notes when I'm singing?"

He pulled away, chuckling deep. "I bet those are notes you wish only you could make me hit."

Your breathing hitched, and he smirked again. "I'm not too far off, am I?"

You tried to find some way to discreetly cover how your thighs were starting to clamp together. But Eddie being Eddie, he noticed immediately. "I knew it," was all he said, watching as your thighs clenched around nothing.

You slowly shook your head in response to his previous question. "I bet you say the same things about me," you uttered, slightly impressed by your sudden boldness. "I bet there's so many sounds you wish I'd make only for you."

He chuckled, brushing a loose hair away from your cheek. "I'd love to hear them. If you ever wanted to show me, that is."

You casually glanced down, noticing the tent forming in the front of his jeans. You placed a hand on his chest, toying with the collar of his black flannel. "No, I think I wanna hear all the noises you can make first."

His lips crashed into yours, and almost habitually, your legs wrapped around his waist. He carried you to the wall, your back arching away from it as his lips moved to the crook of your neck.

He chuckled as he sucked hard on your neck, a bruise was sure to appear the next morning. He pulled away for a beat, smirking. "I think I wanna hear your noises first."

"Too bad," you sighed, sliding your hand down to the bulge in his pants, "you're gonna make all those handsome noises for me first."

He sucked in a groan, his pride overcoming him. "What was that first line of that song you were singing?" he said, diving back into your neck. You bit your lip, hiding a moan, and he rolled his eyes. "Somethin' about laying back?"

"Uh-huh," you managed. "The way that you make me wanna lay back," you corrected him.

"Is that what you want? Or were you just singing along?"

You nodded before placing your lips back on his. An opened mouth kiss, leading to your tongue slipping into his mouth, savoring the taste of the peppermint tea he'd been drinking earlier.

He picked you up once again before turning and crouching down to his knees, lying you flat on the floor of the studio. His hands moved to his buckle, but you stopped him with a, "Wait…"

You took a moment to savor him like this: those brown eyes you loved so much looking down at you with lust, his arms flexed in that tight, red flannel he wore all the damn time, his hand that had moved from his belt to grip the fat of your waist. You gave him a small smile, and he knew. It was your way of saying, "I wish we could stay like this forever."

Your attention went back to the buckle of his black, leather belt. "Can I?" you practically begged, hooking a finger through one of his belt loops.

He nodded slowly, and you were a little too eager to reach for the metal fastening. He toyed at your pants' button as you slid down his jeans, your eyes widening at how pretty the thatch of his happy trail was. You hooked a finger into his boxers, pulling him out promptly, sighing deeply at how nice he felt in your hand. You ran a thumb over the tip, going glassy-eyed at the sight of how pretty and pink and big he was.

"Shit, princess," he grunted, and you smirked. You'd won. "Putting those fingers to good use. Good to know they're good for more than just hitting buttons on a computer."

You stroked down the length of it, letting out a short breath. "Oh, I can't wait to show you all the things these fingers can do."

"Next time, princess," he told you, pulling your pants down the rest of the way. "Need to be in you right now."

His hands made quick work of your blouse, tossing it aside and pulling your tits out of your bra. One of your hands was still settled on his dick while the other tugged at his flannel. "Take it off, please?" you nearly whined. But you couldn't help yourself. You needed a perfect view of the white tee shirt beneath it and how it clung to his inked biceps. Needed it, like air to breathe.

He slid it off agonizingly slow before moving his palms back to your chest. His thumbs massaged small circles on the buds, finally eliciting a mewl from your lips.

"That's it, pretty girl," he whispered. "Make all those sweet noises you've been saving for me."

Your attention moved back to his cock, pulling him toward your entrance. You slid the mushroom tip against your folds, biting down on your lip to hide a moan.

He took control, moving your hands away from his cock. He slid in easily, prompting him to groan, "Oh, shit. You always this wet?"

You shook your head, managing to whimper out a weak, "Only for you." Your teeth clamped down your bottom lip, you were surprised you didn't taste the metallic tang of blood. Your hands flew to his biceps, digging crescent moons into the rose tattoo inked on his left arm. He slid further in, the stretch already feeling so nice that your lips had fallen into an open "o" shape.

"Fuck, Eddie, please," you whimpered, "need a sec to adjust."

He chuckled, causing his cock to move inside you, and eliciting a moan from your lips. "Aww, is it too big for your greedy, little hole?" he faked a pout, his bottom lip puckering outward.

Your hips bucked slightly, catching him off guard. "You're a dick, Eddie Munson."

"No, but I have one. And from the looks of it," he paused, grinding further down, causing your lips to fall back to their previous "o" state, "you're looking forward to milking it dry, hmm? Aren't you, pretty girl?"

You didn't move, you weren't sure you could. He pushed down further, finally reaching the hilt. When you didn't answer, one of his hands moved to your cheek, pulling your face to look at him. "You should probably answer me, doll. I could just as easily pull out and finish this myself as I pushed in."

You nodded weakly, earning you a scoff from the man above you. "Use your words, baby," he instructed, slightly pulling himself out of you.

You whimpered from the friction and the small, empty feeling of him not completely filling you up anymore. You nodded again with a whine, your eyes squeezing shut as he slid almost the entire way out.

He continued pulling out, which finally got you to form words. "Yesyesyes, Eddie," you cried out, your hips lifting from the floor, in search of that full feeling again. "Can't wait to be cock-drunk on y-"

"Eddie!" Jeff and Gareth called out as they entered the building again.

Eddie's hand flew to your mouth, giving you an expression of seriousness. He bent down, leaving a ghost of a kiss on the shell of your ear. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear those noises you reserved for me, now, would we?" he whispered.

Your eyes widened, but you nodded in response. Your hands landed on his chest, softly running your fingertips over his nipples. Two can play at that game, Munson. His head fell back as he let out a silent, deep breath, his grasp on your hip tightening.

"Where the hell is he?" Gareth asked.

Eddie hips ground into yours, a chuckle threatening to fall from his lips. You let out a soft mmm behind his palm, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of their sockets as he wriggled inside you.

"Guys, his jacket's gone. He's probably just already left for the restaurant," Grant said, sounding the most level-headed of the three.

Eddie slammed down hard, his balls slapping against your ass, your eyes widening and your teeth grinding together. He thrusted again, hitting your G-spot, and it took all the willpower you had to not scream with pleasure.

After a moment, you heard the door close again and you waited a good thirty seconds before removing his hand from your mouth. "I hate you."

"Yeah, but you love my dick, don't you?"

He thrusted again, and he knew you were close by the way you gasped when his balls hit your ass again.

One of his hands flew to your mound, rubbing quick circles at your clit. "Come on, you know you need to."

"N-Never," you told him. "G-Gonna make you c-cum first."

"When did this become a competition, baby doll?" He quirked a brow, rubbing your clit harder.

"The second you walked in here and said you wanted to hear all the noises I could make for you."

Your veins burned with every movement, your eyes screwing tightly shut as his other hand played with your nipple. "Come on, pretty baby," he whispered. "Need to see those beautiful eyes."

You forced your eyes open as the coil in your stomach started to snap. Your pussy clenched around him, causing his dick to twitch.

"Fuck, princess," he moaned, slamming into you, "I might cum first if you keep that up."

"That's the plan," you smirked, pulling his hand away from your mound and up to your mouth, sliding his index finger through your lips. You tasted sweet on your tongue, but not nearly as sweet as you imagined he would taste.

"Uh-uh," he tutted in disapproval, removing his opposite hand from your boob and down to your clit to replace the other one.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the recording booth, and you were the snap of a finger away from your orgasm. You clenched around his length again, making him groan gutturally.

"Fuck- OK, do I need to pull out?" he asked.

Your eyes widened, both from the twitch of his dick and his question. "And have my boss asking why there's a mysterious stain on the floor? I'd rather take my chances."

"Are you-"

"I'm on the pill, scout's honor."

One last roll of your hips and you both came undone. Ropes of thick cum shot through you as your walls spasmed around him, your chest heaving and dripping sweat as you chased your high.

The air was a mixture of Eddie's "fuckfuckfuck!" and your "hhnnnngggh, Eddie!" as you both came down from your highs. He slowly pulled out of you, and whimper after whimper escaped your lips. You both lay there, limp, side-by-side, the air becoming thick with heavy breaths.

After a minute or two, Eddie reached for his flannel, cleaning you up with soft circles on your core so as to not overstimulate you. When you started to wince, he cooed, "I'm sorry, doll. Gotta make sure you get all cleaned up though."

You reached down, swiping up a stray drop of his cum that had landed on your stomach. You licked it off your thumb, savoring the tiniest taste of his essence.

"Shit, you trying to make me hard all over again?" he chuckled, pulling your pants back up to your hips.

"Needed to at least see what you taste like. Since you won't let me suck you off," you pouted, eyelashes batting just like he'd talked about earlier.

"In due time, princess," he smiled, pulling his jacket on. "But I wanna taste you first."

"No fair! Why do you get to go first?" you asked, pulling your shirt back on.

He helped you up out of the floor before pulling you in for a soft, distracting kiss. His hands rested lightly on your butt, giving it a small squeeze, earning him a soft squeak from you. When he pulled away, a grin appeared on his lips, a cheeky grin. "Because I made you cum first. It's only fair I get to taste you first too. Think of it as my reward."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, slapping a hand across his chest. "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Munson. But the way I saw it, it was definitely the other way around."

"Oh, you little-"

Suddenly, the door burst open again. Gareth and Jeff stood with expressions of aggravation wiped across their faces. "Where the hell have you been, Eddie?" Gareth asked, his hands tight on his waist.

Eddie grabbed your laptop bag before turning to face only you, giving you a wink. He turned back to the boys, a mischievous tone settling on his tongue. "I was just helping her move."

You swallowed hard, thinking of a cover up. Sure, that may have not sounded like an innuendo to anyone else, but it did to you. You racked your brain, searched and searched and-

"She's moving offices so I offered to help her carry some things upstairs," he said, his tone calm and even.

"Well, we've been waiting for you for like fifteen minutes. We're starving."

"You two are so stupid. You could've just grabbed something to eat without me."

With an eye roll (and some under-their-breath mutters), the two walked out of the studio for a final time, leaving you alone with Eddie once again.

"You know, doll," he said with a wink, "I'd be happy to help you move again any time you need it."

-> taglist: @rupsmorge @dungeons-are-too-cold @esoltis280 @crazyworldofsiani @mybeautifulbrowneyedboy @myosotisa

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sry for this but whats happpened with danny, tennessee, and his ex?? im so lost 😭

RIGHT, SO:

? - 2023 NOV - Danny Aarons has a girlfriend. He mentioned her occasionally on stream, on the Fellas pod, on a Sidecast... A clip on TikTok showed a woman giving him a kiss on stream (presumably before going out or whatevs) which every1 assumed to be his girlfriend... And also showed a lot of hate over, j being overall quite rude to her physically and displaying that the average demographic of the Danny Aarons audience is insecure, adolescent boys with little to know common knowledge of basic decency.

1st - 16th Nov 2023 - Locked In SZN! Sooo locked in is where everything kinda went left... Danny entered into Locked In as a man in a relationship, and made this quite clear to everyone else within the house, telling the girlies (Shannon Langdon, Kaci-Jay, Tennessee Thresh, Ash Holme n Madam Joyce) that he was in a relationship. Despite acknowledging and telling these girls that he was in a relationship however, he still acted debatebly... flirty with some of the other girls, including Kaci Jay and Tennessee, which didn't go amiss by fans as shown my fan edits (1 & 2 for Kaci's example, and 1 Tennessee edit i found)... So in summary, Danny went onto locked in WITH a girlfriend, TOLD everyone that he had a girlfriend, and STILL flirted with other girlies. Naturally, this did make Danny's gf feel uncomfortable and there's screenshots of stories she posted which displays how she felt watching Locked In during November 2023 when she, as his girlfriend, watched him every night just flirt with other girls:

And they're so freaking valid tbh.

Post!Locked In - Gf breaks up with Danny So then yeah, naturally, Danny gets left, having just embarrassed his girlfriend and disrespected his relationship in front of MILLIONS watching Locked In. But for some reason, nobody really seems to empathise with Danny's ex that much, but rather, everyone casts their attention moreso to Tennessee, who gets even more flirty with Danny, now that he's broken up- literally saying she'll shag him.

Between Nov - Jan Hate towards Danny's ex has increased exponentially since Danny's moved on. Often times it's direct hate, simply name calling and physically shaming her, other times it's more... indirect. Like commenting things like Danny moving onto Tennessee is the "rebound of the century" - goofy ahh shi like that, yk.

Jan 2024 - Danny and Ten confirmed dating I made a post with the pics of them together bc tbh i was blown away when i first heard it too. I mean, i just thought Tennessee saying she wanted Danny was one big joke but clearly not!

Hope that's a comprehensive enough timeline of their relationship. Is a little bit biased but i think it get's the point across regardless, and is cited with a myriad of TikTok links. Pls do reply and lmk anything missed &/or any personal thoughts

[seradyn]

A Dream Come True (Chp. 10)

Chapter 10/?: Budding Romance

The dreams have passed, and it’s back to work with you. Although, your little library is visited by someone most unexpected.

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When you next awoke, it turned out your day off had been stolen.

It was a bit hard to fathom, when you’d finally had the courage to shake yourself awake, dreading what more the day could bring. You’d double and triple checked the date, confirming that you had, indeed, been asleep for over 24 hours.

You weren’t sure what was more horrifying; the fact that you’d basically suffered a mini coma, or that you’d somehow still awoken in the same way as all those other nights; covered in sweat and exhausted beyond belief. The pattern held true, a nightmare each night, despite whatever efforts you had gone through to stop them. Those whimsies of your unspoken mind were turned raw, leaving corrupt taint in their wake. You were left to pick up the pieces of your broken psyche come the morning, with all the pleasures of existence still demanding attention.

You were growing tired of it all, emotionally and physically.

It stuck with you long after you’d numbly gone through the motions of getting ready and heading off to work, absently doing your duties in numb disinterest. The dreams, those parasites, leeched away your attention for anything but themselves, leaving Gralea to seem just as surreal as any world they could conjure. The streets, the people, they all passed in a blur; a muddy memory of grey cement and brown sweaters.

The real world was starting to feel bland, monotonous compared to all you’d lived during the past week.

It was akin to having a second life, you realized, as your skin soaked up the warm air at your desk.

And much like a second life, you couldn’t tell anyone, lest you be labeled a delusional, sanctimonious fool.

Yet no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you were being farcical, it was easy to let yourself obsess over every little detail, every little moment you could remember. Each one spawned more questions than answers, sown and reaped long before you had a chance to catch up. It made everything that much more difficult to process, as you struggled to decide what deserved the abundance of your attention.

The dull sting of anxiety prickled your chest for the rest of the day, hovering close to breathe hot steam down your shoulder. You knew you were being paranoid, overthinking things, but rationality had long lost its grip of you.

There was just no way any of this actually meant something. They were just dreams, they had to be.

And even so…

What if something bigger really was going on here? Was some invisible clock ticking down every minute you didn’t act, didn’t do what you were asked, marching towards the horrible fate you’d been shown? Had you doomed humanity with simple skepticism?

You worried a lock of hair between your fingers as the hours crawled by, the end becoming split and frizzy.

Your encounter with Ifrit flashed beneath your eyelids, his cloudy, dead expression and disfigured horn sticking out prominently in your recollection. So vividly, you could see the way his face wrinkled, his lips peeled back in a toothy snarl, as he raised his hand and buried you in fire.

You shuddered at the images of being melted alive, trying to keep yourself from stimming too obviously to calm yourself. While the meeting with The Infernian’s flames hadn’t caused any physical pain themselves, there was naturally something deeply disturbing about being burned out of existence. Every time the thought came to an end, it would rewind and repeat, torturing you by making you relive the trauma.

The rest of your day was filled with similar such strife, the hours at times dragging by at a crawl, and at others with impressive haste while you mused.

You could’ve wept with joy when the clock struck 7, close enough to closing for you to justify leaving the desk to organize the returns.

Anything to get your body moving and mind off the dreams.

Gods, you were exhausted.

You made your rounds with your little rusted trolley, up and down the maze of books, filling the ubiquitous holes where missing texts belonged. The work was tedious, but it required just enough thought to keep your mind occupied, which was what you sorely needed. The cold metal bit into your palms as you pushed your way through each section, firmly grounding you in reality.

At some point through your organization, you found yourself in the non fiction section. Usually you barely paid attention to where you were, but your eye caught on the title of a book in your hand; a journal from a civilian during the bloody imperial takeover of Accordo, and you frowned. Not one of your favorite genres; you’d often found the literature depressing. The crimes of humanity towards their own kind never failed to bring down your mood. There were too many sins that could never be atoned for.

You pushed past those painful thoughts, stopping here and there to file returned books back to their rightful places. A tome on the founding of Altissa to your right, the extinct technologies of Solheim down at your feet. The dance between trolley and shelf was one you’d long perfected, the still quietness of the surrounding books gently easing the tension in your chest as you moved.

So focused on your task, remembering the correct way to place everything, you lost track of the space around you. You were sharply pulled back into awareness when metal jabbed at your hip, sending a wave of books tumbling to the floor with muffled thuds as your cart jostled.

You looked down at the mess and sighed.

This was why you weren’t allowed to be distracted while working.

You stooped down to the floor, the coarse carpet biting through your clothes while you picked up the hard covers and stacked them in your arms. You hoped no pages had been bent from your carelessness, as some were splayed open, facedown on the ground.

The pile tucked up to your chest was considerable, straining your arms by the time you’d gotten most of them. As you reached your hand out to the last one, you became vaguely aware of the thumping of footsteps echoing from somewhere to your left, sounding as close as the next row over. You paid it little mind, assuming it was some straggler who’d yet to notice the library would close soon.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

You heard the steps abruptly stop, at the end of the aisle you were working in. Still, you ignored it, hardly paying attention.

“Oh my…” the person spoke, much to your surprise. Their contented drawl took you aback, freezing you with your arm still outstretched.

You knew that voice. The forced, almost sickening sweetness in their words. Before even looking up, you felt the rush of blood draining from your face. Your breath caught in your throat, unbelieving, when you craned your neck upwards to meet the stranger’s gaze.

The sight that met you made your heart stop.

Holy fuck he found me again.

There was no mistaking that look.

Ardyn smirked, the wicked grin that permanently stained his face growing smug when your gazes met. He returned your astonishment with a devilish gleam in his eye, that unmistakable satisfaction twisting his features. He stood at the end of the shelves, looking just as he had on the night you’d met, complete with his air of superiority that made your skin crawl with unease.

“What a pleasant surprise…” he purred, smooth, like the lazy dripping of oil. He seemed rather delighted at the sight before him, eyes narrowed as he stared from underneath his wild hair.

At the sound of his voice, a flash of him stole across your mind. The crazed, daemonic look he had when his veins became clogged with miasma. The gut wrenching wail you remembered when his leg was snapped in two. Then what had transpired the night before, that monster…and Ifrit.

You suddenly felt vulnerable on the floor, looking up at his yellow, unblinking eyes, observing you much like a great Zu stalking its next meal. You stood up, perhaps a little too quickly, your last book laying cold and forgotten on the floor.

“C-Chancellor?!” You sputtered in greeting, managing to find your meek voice after a moment of stunned silence.

What on Eos was he doing here?

He laughed, then. A soft sound that rolled from his throat, amused by the startle he gave you. He stepped forward, his frame easily eclipsing the end of the aisle, trapping you there, trapping you with him. He bent down to snatch the book you’d forgotten as he strode, tilting his head to look at you as he approached.

“Please, there’s no need for that,” he said, his voice bordering on a lustful lowness, deep and unrelenting. “You may call me Ardyn.”

He extended the book to you, smiling innocently at your flabbergasted expression.

Like he wasn’t the chancellor, and he hadn’t just helped relieve your clumsiness.

You hesitated, eyes flicking between him and the proffered item, still unsure how to process his presence. It was incredibly surreal, meeting such a powerful man again, after only a day of space between your last encounter. You’d expected to never see him again beyond that night, the disparity in your statuses keeping your paths from crossing.

Yet here he stood before you, being kind, being helpful. Even giving you permission to drop his honorifics.

You tentatively took the book from him, making certain to grab it by a corner, purposely keeping your hands from touching. By the way his nose further wrinkled in a sneer, you knew it didn’t escape his notice, either. You nodded in thanks as its weight was transferred to you, added to the stack pressed against your chest.

“Ardyn, then,” you breathed, testing it on your tongue. You realized it was the first time you’d called him by name in the real world.

He seemed pleased, eyes brightening as it passed your lips.

Once the book was secured, you quickly deposited them back on your cart in a messy pile, some teasing the edge again.

Your muscle memory kicked in, and you made a show of getting back to work, your mind and body needing something, anything else to focus on. Looking at Ardyn, you could see his face crumbling, the dreams rising to the surface like a corrosive concoction. You could see the sorrow, then the anger and bitterness that followed; you could hear the clang of blades meeting, of metal piercing skin.

You prayed to the Gods Ardyn wasn’t privy to the battle you were waging within yourself, to keep those visions at bay. That he couldn’t see the nerves that turned the atmosphere awkward.

You heard the rustling of clothes, of Ardyn shuffling, and you peeked over your shoulder to see him now facing the shelves to your back, browsing them with an amused smile on his face.

Internally, you heaved a sigh of relief, glad his attention was elsewhere while you focused on trying to make sense of the heap you’d made.

The silence that hung in the air was almost painful, a buzzing tension filling the space.

Books loudly thumped against each other as you shoved them aside to make room for the ones that were missing. You were making progress getting it all done, slowly but surely. Though while you worked, you noticed yourself subconsciously stealing quick looks at Ardyn out of your periphery. Watching the way he presented himself, how he carried himself, looking for any overlaps with his fantasy persona.

You knew it wasn’t really fair to compare them, as different as they were, but you needed reassurance. That your dreams really were just feverish delusions.

Ardyn seemed content to simply stew in the silence he’d curated, not a word parting his lips as he carefully looked over your selection. Yet he seemed to be growing irritated, scanning the shelves up and down, a frown darkening his features as his search came up fruitless.

You blinked curiously, watching him with growing interest.

He must be looking for something.

Your lips parted, your first instinct being to help, but you paused, uncertain.

Should you…talk to him?

Would that be bothersome? Intrusive?

Was it not your job though, to help people find the knowledge they sought?

Yet Ardyn was such an enigma…You’d dreamed of him not once, but three times, a man you’d never met or much thought about until that week. Why was he the focal point, why him had your brain chosen to latch onto? Hell, you hadn’t even known it was him those first few nights, when you’d naively believed those fantasies were a one time thing.

Even disregarding that, he’d immediately captured your intrigue with the way he’d acted previously; like a performer on stage ready for their next show. His character, a mystery that just begged to have its locks jostled. His motivations, which may seem obvious, trite, were clearly more than what could be seen on the surface. You barely knew him, this him, and even you could see the chip on his shoulder, the agenda he had all his own, hidden in plain sight. It was clear from the night you’d first bumped into each other, especially when he’d walked you home, speaking like he knew things far beyond your pitiful comprehension.

And here he was, again, acting as if he was any ordinary person. If it weren’t for the getup he wore, he may have even fooled someone, too. Yet you were wiser, realizing how convenient it was that he happened to be in exactly the right place at exactly the right time to stumble upon you, despite never being told where you worked. In your 4 years of service, never having seen him grace your halls once, though now he waltzed in like a regular patron.

Just what was his game?

And how did he fit in, with all those nighttime illusions? Why did every one, save for last night’s, come back to him?

You closed your eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of your nose, stamping out those lawless, frantic thoughts.

Those dreams were just distractions.

Ardyn was just as any other man was; he wasn’t special. He was no healer, no brother to the founder king, and certainly no lover of the first Oracle.

To proclaim otherwise was to be delusional.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to properly look at him, his continued frustration.

And here’s your chance to prove it. To distance the real him and the one you made up.

You swallowed.

“Do you need help?” You probed nervously. Your voice barely drifted across the space, quiet and timid.

Part of you hoped maybe he wouldn’t hear you.

No such luck, as Ardyn let out an exasperated, almost dramatic sigh, his head bobbing while he continued to look. “I was under the impression your collection included a tome on the Oracle lineage,” he said woefully. “But alas, it eludes me.”

Upon hearing the subject of his desires, your eyes subconsciously trailed to where you knew such a book to be, just to the left of his far shoulder.

“Look one row down, to your left,” you instructed, turning slightly to gesture at it. You watched his head follow your orders, stopping when his eyes met the spine of his query.

“Ah,” he said in recognition, taking the book out of its place and beginning to look through it. His eyes lit up as a grin replaced his annoyance, obviously having found what he needed. He looked over his shoulder at you, holding up the book in triumph.

“How very astute of you,” he hummed, running his fingertips across the words in much the same way a blind man would. “You possess a sharp mind.”

Heat sparked in your neck at his words, rising to dust your cheeks. You turned back to your work to hide it, and the tiny smile that bloomed at the compliment.

“Comes with the territory,” you protested, allowing your voice to come out a little louder, a little stronger, so he might hear it better. “I’ve worked here for a long time.”

“I don’t believe experience wholly deserves the credit,” he shot back. “Though your humble nature is one to be admired.”

You might’ve scoffed, if you didn’t want to seem rude. You were just doing your job after all. Yet Ardyn seemed to be having a great deal of fun stroking your ego, making you flustered.

“You flatter me,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck, feeling the blush run deep through your skin.

“Only those who deserve it,” he cooed playfully, a self satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his eyes when he saw a hint of the redness that painted your flesh.

Gods, you’d thought he’d been flirty before, but if this wasn’t downright blatant then you didn’t know what was.

“How sweet,” you murmured shyly, though your smile could be heard in those soft words. Your chest fluttered with warmth, the brush of butterfly wings filling your stomach.

He chuckled, but said nothing more, returning to his current muse without fanfare, and leaving you to relish in his compliments.

A silence descended on the both of you again, and with it brought a tension not unfamiliar. Though it was different this time, not as sharp or suffocating as when he’d first appeared. It was…lighter. Warmer. The task of relieving it didn’t seem so impossible as the times before.

You stole a peek at him over your shoulder, watching him read. As your eyes flicked to the book in his hands, you were struck with inspiration.

“I never took you as someone who liked history,” you said, trying to open him up a little more. There was still much you didn’t know about him, and he seemed amicable enough for conversation.

He hummed in agreement, scanning over the tattered pages, used and held by so many.

“Just catching up on lost time…” He sighed dreamily, not bothering to take his eyes from the words. The faintest hint of longing graced his voice before he trailed off, lost in thought, the gentlest of smiles still present.

You pondered that, turning away as your hands moved of their own volition, sorting and categorizing. The way he spoke told you he wanted to be left to his devices, enjoying the simple pleasure of what he held. You were quite accustomed to the feeling, and the annoyance that came with interruptions, so you decided not to prove him further, not wanting to push him to undesired chit chat. Perhaps you’d kept him too long, a pang of guilt reverberating in your chest.

Behind you, Ardyn paused, subtly glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. He could sense the timidness he’d managed to break down forming again, much to his displeasure.

“Tell me…” He ventured, waiting for you to acknowledge him before continuing. You stopped, resting your hands on the lip of your cart as you turned to meet his eyes.

“Did you find my little remedy helpful at all? I must admit, I was a tad worried about you; you seemed quite ill.”

You froze, the hairs on your arms raising.

Shit.

You had to lie. He’d been rather proud of himself when he’d given you that medicine, claiming it to be the very best to suit your needs. He may find it insulting if you spoke of it in ill light, upturning your nose to his help, calling his judgment into question.

Although…perhaps you could afford to be honest with him. He was being much more gentle with you now, handling you like a lamb that was just separated from its mother. Like he knew how much of an anxious mess you were, and was trying to soothe the pain he knew to be there. Not like that first night, where he was playing a game you didn’t even know the rules to. The Ardyn before you now…he was softer.

And you did so hate having to lie…

“It helped a little,” you said sheepishly, locking eyes with the carpet. After all, it had put you to sleep rather effectively. “But I still had some nightmares. I appreciate you helping me out, though.” You added the last part in a single breath, realizing you might’ve sounded ungrateful.

Ardyn stared at you for a moment, then smirked, turning back to his book. “I’m simply glad it helped you at all,” he said in a pleased hum. “Though I fear these dreams of yours will not be banished so easily. It seems we both had an eventful evening last night.”

You looked up at that, surprised.

“You had nightmares too?”

He nodded stoically, yet the smile that clung to his lips portrayed his amusement. “Incessant thorns in the side, aren’t they?”

You huffed a groan in agreement. “You can say that again.”

Ardyn laughed, entertained by how fed up you sounded. You couldn’t help but chuckle too, that lightweight feeling coming back and lifting you.

“Oh, by the way,” you said suddenly, remembering something you’d wanted to say after your last meeting.

“I wanted to thank you, for that night. It was…nice of you. It made me feel safer.” You smiled at him, thinking back to the way he had led away Jeremy, how he’d walked you home (even if you hadn’t originally wanted him to). Things he hadn’t needed to, things you would’ve assumed he hadn’t the patience for, yet were done despite that, for your sake. The meaning behind those gestures wasn’t lost on you.

Ardyn was full on grinning at this point, but he was quick to close his eyes and shake his head, waving a hand dismissively.

“Oh please, I assure you it was no trouble at all. I am always honored to be of service.”

You scoffed playfully at him, the rest of your fragile shell slipping off. He was being cheeky, you both knew it, perhaps even having fun with this.

“Don’t be modest,” you protested. “It was more than I could ask for. Thank you.”

He chortled at your insistence. “What kind of chancellor would I be, if I allowed such heresy to occur under my guidance?”

You shook your head, knowing that there would be no reasoning with him, shifting back to your work so you could finish up this section. The books were finally all organized and accounted for.

“Really, how did you get him to leave?” You pressed, curious to the details of that night. “I’ve tried talking to him, my friends have tried talking to him. Nothing worked. Then you waltz in and he’s gone in an instant. What’s your secret?”

Ardyn eyed you, raising an incredulous brow. He then brought a hand up, holding one finger before his mouth.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

You groaned.

Of course he would use a cop out like that. Why weren’t you surprised?

“It’s not like you performed a trick; you saved me from a stalker. If you found a way to deal with him, I feel I deserve to know.”

“Hmm…” Ardyn considered that, rolling his head from side to side in contemplation. He then snapped his book shut with one hand, hardly looking at it as he shoved it back where he found it. Pivoting on his heel, he strolled right up to you in a few strides, using that same flowing gait you remembered. It made you turn to face him in question, your smile replaced with uncertainty.

“I believe…” he whispered, the deep rumble of his voice coating your ears like butter. He reached a hand underneath his coat, fiddling with a breast pocket. “…herein lies the answer.”

From his clothes he produced a small, white card. Between two fingers, he extended it to you, leaning forward subtly, bringing your faces a ruler's length from each other.

You blinked at the little piece of what looked like cardboard, extremely confused. Though of course, you took it, not wishing to offend him.

Whatever it was, it was most certainly not cardboard, made of unmistakable higher quality. On it, a golden border had been imprinted in a swirling, elegant design, with words of the same color pressed into the middle.

Ardyn Izunia

Chancellor of Niflheim

You squinted at it, incredulous, double checking to make sure that’s all that was inscribed.

“You gave me…a business card?” You looked up at him doubtfully.

Ardyn shared a toothy grin, nodding at the little thing. “Turn it over.”

You did as asked, twirling your wrist to peer at the back. There, you found a string of numbers…

Wait. Not just a string of numbers.

A phone number.

Your eyes widened.

“Y-your phone number?”

You met his eyes with shock to see Ardyn looking very pleased with himself. “My personal cell,” he confirmed. “Should the situation ever arise again, I am but a call away.”

The chancellor of the empire just gave you his number.

Your gaze fell back to the card, unsure how to respond. You held it in both hands, a precious thing you weren’t sure how to accept.

“But…surely you’re too busy to be making house calls. I’d hate to be a bother…”

You looked away, unable to meet his eyes again, your face growing flush. You followed the swooping curves of the inlaid design with your fingers, captured by the way the peaks and valleys met your skin.

There was a pause. Then, you watched as his hand slowly lifted, approaching, brushing his fingertips on the skin beneath your chin, just as he had that other night. Your flesh immediately sparked and ignited, responding to a call that sounded deep in your core. Your gaze was pulled upward, and when you met his gaze, you blinked. The warmth, the affection in it was unexpected.

“Never a bother, my dear.”

The fondness in his voice made your stomach churn, from apprehension or contentment you weren’t sure.

“I may be a busy man, but I can always find the time for you.”

…What were you to say to that, really?

You stared into his eyes, captivated by their color once more. Your cheeks grew hot, and thankfully, Ardyn did not hold your face for ransom this time, allowing you to turn away and conceal those wild emotions. You figured your cheeks now surely rivaled the deepest roses.

The chancellor gave you his number.

“…Ardyn, this is…thank you.” Delicately, you inserted the card into a side pocket, patting it fondly when you knew it was safe.

Ardyn placed a hand over his heart, his body bending in a short, theatrical bow. “Your knight in shining armor,” he proclaimed dramatically. “How I have always adored such dynamics.”

With that, he immediately evaporated the serious atmosphere, released and caged again with the ease of snapping fingers.

You failed to muffle a mild snort, trying to keep a bout of laughter inside. Your heart was beginning to swell, a warm, comforting softness that pulled the corners of your mouth upwards. He was being positively silly, and something about that made you relax. The distant tightness of tensed muscles ebbed away, and you were left feeling comfortable. Accepted.

Perhaps the chancellor isn’t so intimidating after all.

“Are you the man keeping chivalry alive on Eos?” You jabbed, feeling emboldened enough to tease. Since Ardyn had chosen to act as jester, it made your own tentative wit feel courageous enough to show itself.

Ardyn hummed a laugh through closed lips, standing up straight and shaking his head. “A rare art form, in these trying times, is it not?”

You chuckled. “Well, I appreciate you sharing this delicacy with me.”

He nodded, never taking his eyes off you. “Anything for you, my dear.”

Gods, the way he absolutely purred the word ‘dear’ made your knees want to buckle. One hand absentmindedly thumbed the card in your pocket, tracing its outline through your clothes fondly.

“…Although,” Ardyn hummed, barely concealing the way he eyed you. “Perhaps there is…some way for you to repay me.”

Your smile vanished, a sliver of prudence coiling around your ankles, making your heart beat faster.

…What could I possibly…?

“Please, permit me to spoil you with a night on my gil.” He spread his arms in invitation. “I assure you, it will be a most enchanting evening. It would be my pleasure.”

You came up short, your eyes going wide.

He…what?

Was he…asking you out.

Surely not.

“You…want to go out…with me?” You choked incredulously.

Ardyn was grinning rather smugly now. “What can I say?” His arms returned to his sides. “You intrigue me, dear. What an honor it would be to get to know you better.”

You blinked owlishly, slowly turning to look at the books left on your cart when you could no longer hold his gaze.

You’re being asked out.

By a politician no less.

No, not just a politician. A man who was very close to the Emperor.

“Are you…sure?” Your eyes moved up, searching his own for any indication he was being disingenuous. You weren’t privy to all the intricacies of holding an office, but shouldn’t he be worried about being seen with random people in public? A commoner, at that?

He placed a hand on his hip, entertained by your apprehension. “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t, my dear.”

You supposed he had you there.

Really, though, you knew what you immediately wanted to say. Although, you also knew you weren’t the best at casual conversation, if the last few minutes was anything to go by. You weren’t great around alcohol either, and you figured he’d probably want to get drinks…

…But it was a Friday evening…

The whole weekend stretched before you, their countless possibilities offering a chance to unwind, to have a little bit of fun. A chance to forget the week that came before it.

Possibilities that could include him. Someone that, to be perfectly honest, you did find yourself fancying.

Screw it, you decided, ignoring the anxious part of your brain.

It wasn’t going to ruin this for you.

“Yeah…” you said, smiling timidly, yet fully, at him.

Yes, you wanted this.

“…I’d love to go with you.”

Ardyn absolutely beamed. “Wonderful. I shall bring my car around while you finish up here. I’ll await you outside.” He waved in parting as he turned and strode away, out of sight in a few footfalls.

You shook your head at his back, stifling a laugh. Never a dull moment with him.

The rest of your time in the library was spent with a goofy, excited smile plastered across your face.

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OKAY ITS HAPPENING. EVERYBODY STAY CALM

Wow…it’s been like…2 months since I posted a chapter for this 😩 I’m incredibly sorry to everyone that has been waiting. Writers block + seasonal depression + college is a fun combo. But really, thank you for your patience. I hope it was worth the wait 💕

I just reread this and I’m very happy with it. Credit to @savage-rhi for helping me come up with some ideas for extra movement, and for beta reading. @ticklemycucumber has also been an amazing beta throughout this work, so much love to them as well ❤️

[amberskywrites]

Eternal

Chapter 23 - Need to Go Farther

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Fandom / Genre: Nanatsu no Taizai (Seven Deadly Sins) / Canon-Divergent and Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Meliodas/Elizabeth, Zeldris/Gelda, Meliodas & Zeldris & Elizabeth & Gelda

Overall Story Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Canon-typical violence, Canonical character death, Canon temporary character death, Cursed characters, Lmk if I need to add anything else!

Chapter Warnings: None, lmk if there’s anything I need to add!

Author's Note: A mini-chapter! I believe these two scenes work better on their own, and the following scenes would best be included in a different chapter ^^

Story Summary:

Eternal…

life.

reincarnation.

silence.

and chains.

For 3,000 long and painful years, these four have been doing all they can to lift their curses. They have failed, again and again and again. With only a sliver of hope left, they try once more.

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Or, what if Zeldris accepted Meliodas’ offer to go with him 3,000 years ago?Keep reading

Hawk slowed down, panting heavily and looking back at the commotion. “I think we’re far enough away now… we better be, I don’t know if I can go any further,” he huffed, collapsing under Elizabeth. Elizabeth slid off his back, rubbing his side soothingly as she too looked back at where they came. 

“Guila… that’s not a Holy Knight name I recognize,” she mumbled. “And we didn’t stick around long enough to see what her powers were, but that speed is definitely that of a Holy Knight…”

“Well you said they were recruiting people, maybe she was- crap!”

Hawk and Elizabeth jolted as something - no, someone flew above them, crashing into a tall rock. The smoke cleared as Elizabeth shoved herself to her feet, Hawk almost under her already, and revealed Meliodas. A moment later, Zeldris appeared as though he’d intentionally retreated in their direction, pausing only when he caught sight of Elizabeth and Hawk.

Meliodas groaned lowly before squinting his eyes open.

“What are you two still doing here?!” Zeldris demanded.

“What-?” Meliodas glanced down at his brother’s voice, almost panicked, and his eyes widened. “Hawk, I said to take her and run!! You need to keep going!”

“I see that!” Hawk squealed, shoving himself under Elizabeth and forcing her to hastily grab onto him for support as he bolted, jumping over debris and small rock hurdles.

A shadow overtook the area and Elizabeth glanced back just in time to see Diane crash to the ground where they had just been. Elizabeth gripped Hawk tighter, a grimace plastered on her face. She leaned closer to Hawk to speak over the air whipping past them.

“Turn up here, we need to find Sir Ban and Sir King!”

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King had turned to leave the clearing, content to drift away until his time in the Necropolis was up. Maybe he’d try to find Elaine, but he wasn’t so sure she would appear. She was likely so very angry with him still, and he understood those feelings.

There was a gentle tinkling behind him, and King tensed, spinning around. There were the balls of light Ban had chased again, settling in front of his stone figure. King’s breath hitched as the lights seemed to lean toward Ban, two cupping his jaw and one continuing to lead forward until it touched Ban’s face.

King choked on the breath he didn’t realize he was holding as the stone encasing Ban cracked, slowly at first and starting where the light touched him, but quickly spreading out and fracturing. It exploded after too many cracks appeared, the stone shards clattering to the ground and disappearing like fragments of a smashed mirror.

Ban was still smiling, and now standing before King very much not petrified. He couldn’t tell if it was rage or disbelief gripping his heart more.

“H-How did…” There’s no way he could have broken the petrification! King thought. He doesn’t have powers like that!

King could feel his own heart turning to stone at the words Ban finally uttered. 

“Hey, Elaine.”

[anarcha-heathenry]

hey, just a quick update for a couple things:

Firstly,

I just wanted to remind you all about the Content Directory which I use to organise all my posts so they can be easily found and accessed by everyone. If you have a question please check there first 'cause there's a fair chance I've answered it in the past - especially now that I've stopped answering most questions unless they happen to pique my interest. The content directory was broken for a bit 'cause I forgot to update all the links with the new url (my bad) but it should all be fixed and working again now, lmk if you find anything still broken though.

If you're on a computer and at the actual dedicated blog page then you should be able to find the link to it on the left labelled as "Content Directory".

If you're using the mobile app I don't think you can access it easily as far as I can tell, 'cause the mobile app is kinda dogshit so here's a link to it for you: Content Directory - I reckon that'll probably open in your phone's web browser though and not the app 'cause, again, the app is kinda dogshit

Secondly,

I've updated the avatar and since I'm sure at least some folks will be curious about it since yous have been about past ones, I'll just explain it here right now.

It's probably obvious to anyone familiar with the Circle-A that that's the base design, then the two runes used to alter it are Óss and Hagall from the younger futhark which are or at least can be, to the best of my knowledge, equivalents of the Latin "A" and "H" respectively - the initials of "Anarcha-Heathenry" - Ár is maybe more appropriate for an "A" equivalent irt "Anarcha"? frankly, I'm not sure; the pronunciation and subsequent usage rules still confuse me a bit.

Regardless, I'm happy with my choice 'cause I like the look of the design and the more "esoteric" meanings, I guess, that're attributed to them from the rune poems seem appropriate to me. I might change it again later though, if someone who knows better than me comes and tells me I'm a dickhead and got it wrong lol, 'cause it'd still probably look good using Ár instead, and it'd still be appropriate in its "deeper meaning" too, i think.

But yeah, so, don't trust me! go learn about runes from folks who're actually likely to be right about them 'cause they know what they're talking about, like @thorraborinn and Dr Jackson Crawford (but please don't just go and ask thorraborinn any and every question you have about runes right off the bat; they have a dedicated page of runic resources already, so please use that to the best of your ability before you ask him any questions)