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yee-fxcking-haw · 4 years ago

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What Happens Next?

A/N: Y'ALL I FUCKIN DID IT I FINISHED THE DAMN FIC. So I definitely bit off more than I could chew by making my first fic a multipart with so much fucking emotion and such a busy plot but lol we did it! Thank you to everyone who has read the story and asked to be tagged and sent me kind words I love y'all so damn much.

Warnings/Rating: 18+ explicit content, very soft romantic smut, unprotected sex, almost a blowjob, James finishes inside the reader. A lot of fluffy love making petty much a great time.

Summary: In the sixth and final chapter of this series, James and you finally figure your shit out. You have to stop running from each other, what you have is far too brilliant...

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Part Six

Annie's Diner

"I'm a nurse! I'm a nurse, let me see him!" A soft voice calls out over your shoulder. James' head turns towards the voice, his eyes fluttering back open.

"James?" You ask urgently.

"Relax doll, I was just restin' my eyes for a second. Fightin' off assholes is hard work."

He slowly raises to brace himself on his elbows, wincing a little while he does.

The nurse comes around and drops to her knees on the other side of him. She's a pretty little thing with honey colored hair and bright brown eyes.

"Just give us one second dear, I'm certain he's alright I just need to check for a concussion."

You don't answer, you just nod and get up to turn to the small crowd that's begun to disperse, seemingly disappointed with the lack of action.

This is an opportunity for you to finally take a deep breath and process everything that's happene. Air fills your lungs, shoulders rising and tensing for a moment. You release and let your posture fall back down, letting yourself portray outwardly how drained you feel inside. You've gone from hating James and being terrified of him, to being saved by him, to understanding him to… what now? If everything he's said is true, then everything that happened between you two is just as meaningful as it was before prom. Although, misunderstanding or not, it still hurt like hell. You should be more cautious, right? You shouldn't just run back into his arms like everything's fine, even though it is.

You turn to look back at him, long legs sprawled on the pavement while the alleged nurse checks his pulse and his pupils. He's joking about something, you can tell by the way his eyebrows are sitting higher and the lopsided smile on his face. He's propped up on his elbows, strong arms straining against his shirt. The image sends you back to the afternoon that changed it all, you remember his solid body collapsing onto your lap in a dramatic display of feigned illness. Your lips twitch into a small smile at the thought. You shake your head and walk back towards them.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you look worried about me doll." He jests, the nurse turns to glance at you and smiles fondly.

"Your fella is just fine dear, try and keep him on a shorter leash next time." She chuckles as she stands and dusts off her pretty green skirt, James follows, wincing as he stands.

You feel your cheeks heat up at the implication that James is yours, while he wears a very satisfied smirk at the idea. You swallow thickly and give her a silent nod. James thanks her sweetly for checking him, she says something back to him but you've completely zoned out. Her comment has senr you into a state of utter confusion. Is he your fella? No, you never established that. He did call you his girl though, so that would make him your fella. On top of that, what happened on the roof after Coney Island doesn't just happen between friends, not even friends with benefits. The way he held you so tightly, the way he littered kisses down your spine. Those aren't things you share with someone that doesn't belong to you.

The nurse politely ducks away to go back into the diner with the rest of the onlookers. Leaving you and James to stand alone in the dimly lit parking lot. His jaw looks much worse for wear, the skin is so angry and red. He'll definitely have a bruise, an ugly one at that. James lets out a long sigh, staring down at you with those big blue eyes. Despite it all, the idiot is still smiling. You scowl up at him, you cross your arms and lean to one side, refusing to let him crack you.

"You mad at me?" He asks timidly, he gives you an exaggerated pout while he lifts a hand to tuck some hair behind your ear.

You don't say a word. Of course you're mad at him. He scared you half to death, all for what? Just so he could feel like the tough guy? To prove a point to you? To prove a point to himself? He must have known the fight would end with him beat or worse and he has gall to ask if you're mad?

"Hey." He breathes, his hand comes to rest under your chin so he can tilt your face up with his knuckles. The gesture makes your heart flutter wildly.

"I get it, that was stupid, could've gotten hurt much worse and all that." He says, his eyes are gentle and attentive.

You huff and blink up at him, waiting for the rest of his explanation.

"He just- he came in there talkin' all that shit about you bein' his. It pissed me off is all, you're not his. You're not really anybody's- I mean, I'd like to make you mine- but not in the way he meant. I don't want to own you, I wanna love you, doll. I wanna keep you safe and make you laugh and get my ass beat in skee ball and do all that other cheesy crap. I know I fucked up so badly, but baby please-"

He doesn't get a chance to finish his little rant, the second he calls you baby your hands fly to the sides of his face. As it always does with him, your body moves separate from your mind. You smash your lips into his and you feel his hands settle on your waist, clutching you like you're going to float away at any second. That same baffling electricity thrums through your body as your lips move against each other. The rhythm of the kiss is like an echo of the one you shared on the roof. It has the same tide like push and pull, each of you giving and taking from each other in perfect unison. His lips are soft and urgent against yours, his grip solid and grounding. His hands slide towards each other behind you so his arms can find their home around your waist. The feeling makes you sigh against his lips. After months of being without this feeling, after only having it once, all you've done is want it back and now you have it again.

The kiss only breaks so you can both breathe, foreheads still pressed together, wanting to stay as connected as possible. He smiles down at you, it's a beautiful dopey grin. The look he's giving you makes a shiver run up your spine.

"You wanna go skinny dipping?" You ask, absolutely shocked at your own words.

What the hell? Did Molly fucking possess you? He scoffs and ducks down so his eyes are level with yours.

"Do I wanna what?!" He starts cracking up, and you can't help but join him, the absurdity of it all getting to you.

You can't help but think why the hell not. After all of this, all the confusion and the hurt, you two deserve a night like you shared months ago. Maybe you're an idiot, maybe you're only acting based on an emotional response to what James has done for you tonight. But fucking hell, why not just put it all behind you and live a little? James wants to be yours, he wants you to be his. You need to just let it be and stop fighting the way you both keep hurtling towards each other. So yeah, you want to go skinny dipping. It's the most impulsive, idiotic thing you can think of, and you've always wanted to try it.

"I think you know my answer." He chuckles.

"Let go then." You say quickly, turning on your heels so you can head to the truck before you change your mind.

"Woah kid wait up." He calls out to you while he laughs as he follows.

You reach the truck and swing the door open so you can hop in, he scrambles in as you frantically shove the keys in and crank it into gear.

"Hey." His soft voice snaps you out of your manic state. Your eyes dark to his and you feel your breathing slow down some.

"How 'bout we save the skinny dipping for another time?" He asks, voice soft and steady.

You just nod, becoming aware of how hard you were trying to be light-hearted and fun to mask how overwhelmed you're feeling.

"We don't have to move so fast, doll. We did last time and it didn't go so well, I don't wanna mess up this time." He says, his silvery eyes don't leave yours for a second.

Your head moves up and down silently again, you pull some air into your lungs slowly. He's right. You're trying too hard to make everything ok again. You just want to feel like you did on the roof, you want to be free of all the shit that's happened. James has a point though, you've both learned what happens when things move too quick for you both to keep track of it all. You have to be careful with it this time. Careful and boring are often mistakingly paired together, but not with James. It's undeniable that what you have with him is irreplaceable, which makes it all the more critical that you both handle this like it's made of glass.

"So, what do you want to do?" Your voice is so small, almost unrecognizable.

"I want to dance with you." He states, making your heart soar.

"Like, back at the dance hall?" You ask, the stress evident in your voice.

"God no, we can go to my house." He says it like it's obvious.

"Won't your family mind?" The idea of meeting them now makes you extremely anxious. It would be rather awkward to show up to meet his mother for the first time while he's wearing a shiner you half gave him.

"My Ma and my sister are at my aunt's house." He explains, his voice is laced with a tentative tone.

"Oh…" You exhale gently, understanding the situation.

"Only if you want to, I promise I'll behave." His tone shifts to something slightly taunting.

You can't help but smile, he's always quite the charmer.

"What fun would that be?" You chuckle, "Take me home, Bucky."

The nickname makes him smile in the most dazzling way, it stays glued to his face almost the whole way to his house.

James' House

You pull up to the front of an adorable little white house. It's very sweet looking, very simple and quaint. As the engine dies you glance over at James, he's looking at the house with a very solemn, spaced out gaze. Instinctively, you reach out and grab his hand, sliding your fingers between his own.

"I know…" You say as gently as you can. It's his dad, you know because you wear that look far too often. James just nods slowly, closing his eyes for a moment. You don't dare speak again, you just hold his hand. You don't need to say anything, you don't ever want people to say anything when you have the same feeling. All you can do is sit and understand him. Your chest fills with a horrible ache at the sight, but you're also filled with a strange relief. You aren't alone, and he isn't either. You have each other, you know each other, you get to love each other.

He lets the air fall out of his chest, face softening as he does.

"Thank you, doll." His eyes meet yours and he offers you a weak smile.

"Let's go inside." He says. He walks around to help you out of the truck, offering his hand like a gentleman. You want to slap it away out of instinct, but tonight is different.

He helps you down then wraps his hand around yours as he leads you up the sidewalk.

Before he opens the door he presses a kiss on the side of your head. It's quick and soft, and very different from the way he's kissed you before. Every other time it's felt like he prepared for it, and you had time to brace for it. This time it feels like he's used to doing it, like it's a natural thing.

The house is exactly what you would anticipate the home of a widow to look like. Decorated with lace doilies, soft blankets draped on the couch, and delicate lamps that cast a fuzzy yellow haze over the room. The living room is right off of the front door, and the kitchen is just an extension of it. A cute little staircase is on the left wall leading up to what you can only imagine is an equally quaint upstairs.

James walks confidently into his home, straight for the record player. As he fiddles with it you wander over to the fireplace. The mantle is littered in beautiful family photos, just like at your house. His father is in many of them, kissing his mom, holding a young James on his shoulder, cradling a baby you assume must be James' sister. He was handsome like James, but their faces aren't identical, you can see where his face is a balance of the two individuals. Your chest burns with remorse, knowing that these pictures serve as the only thing they have left of the man they all loved so well.

You startle just a little when James wraps his arms around your waist from behind, but relax when he presses a kiss into the side of your neck.

"It's alright, doll." He mumbles. You don't know if he says it for you or for him, but it doesn't matter. You let yourself sink further into the comfort of being known so well by James.

The music pops into existence, a gentle rhythm fills the room. The song is made of soft trumpets and strings, it's a beautiful, romantic melody. Something you would expect old lovers to sway to in their living room. You and James have the lovers part down, you just need to grow old and have your own living room. Is that even in the cards for you two? You sure as hell hope it is. You remember your realization on the roof that night, thinking about how if love isn't like what you two have, you don't want to love at all.

The feeling suffocates you as he spins you around in his arms. His eyes see right through you as his hands find their home on your waist while your arms slide around his neck.

"I love you doll, I never stopped." He breathes with an urgent look in his eyes.

He starts to sway with you around the living room as you gaze up at him completely dumbfounded. Of course he loves you, and you love him. Yes, you have so much left to learn about each other, but my God has James stolen your heart. Ever since you two left that classroom, you've been consuming each other's thoughts. You've been willing yourselves to try and understand the electricity that sparks between you. It's been so fucking messy, but now that you're in his arms again, dancing like an old married couple, you finally understand it all.

"I love you too…" You say it so softly it's almost not heard, but James catches it.

That dazzling smile spreads across his face, it's contagious nature making your own lips split into a grin.

"Would my outstanding skills in the bedroom have anything to do with that?" He says with a sickly sweet voice.

"James!" You laugh and slap his arm. He throws his head back to let out a playful laugh, the sound sets off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

"I wouldn't know what your skills are like in the bedroom anyway, I only know what they're like on a roof." You joke.

"We could change that." He says, his voice taking on a much lower tone.

You both freeze and stare into each other's eyes. The air around you feels so thick and the room starts to blur a little, everything except James.

Then you're on each other. Your lips crash together and your hands snag whatever they can. You let out a whiney noise from the back of your throat, which only spurs James on more. His hand grabs at your waist and he licks at your bottom lip. His actions inspire a wonderful heat to settle in your stomach, the feeling gives you confidence you've never felt before. You slide your hands up his chest to grasp his collar, silently begging him to come closer. The two of you break for air for only a second, eyes glued to each other as you pant and try to comprehend the fire growing between you.

"What are you waiting for, Bucky?" You tease.

A wild look spreads in his eyes and a wide grin overtakes his handsome face. Before you can make another witty comment, James brings his strong hands to the backs of your thighs and hoists you up so you can wrap your legs around him. You let out a shocked giggle but gladly welcome his choice to hold you like this. Now level with his face, you throw your arms around his shoulders and place a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. He wrinkles his face dramatically and let's out a low chuckle.

"I'm gonna drive you wild, doll." He responds with all the confidence in the world.

Of course, his words make your chest ache with desire, your thighs involuntarily squeeze him a little tighter. With the natural push and pull that you two have, his body responds to your actions without thought. He lets his hands slide up to hold your thighs dangerously close to the swell of your ass, fire spreading to your center as he does.

"That's some big talk." You mumble, blinking at him slowly.

"It sure is." His eyes wander down to your lips, not even a second passes before you're on each other again. He damn near kisses the breath out of your lungs this time, his soft, skilled lips make you head spin and all you can do is hold on tight.

"Can I take you to my room?" He asks against your lips. His voice has a gentle, begging tone to it that makes you shiver.

"Please." You sigh as you let your hands slide into the soft hair on the back of his head. He kisses you hard and walks blindly up the stairs, then he's kicking the door open to what you can only assume is his room. You feel your body falling then feel your back meet a soft mattress. Bucky settles easily between your legs and your heart races when you feel how hard he is already. His hot mouth is on your neck instantly, painting your skin with needy kisses.

"Can I take this off of you?" He mumbles while he pulls at the fabric of your dress.

You can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm.

"Gettin' right into it, huh?" You say.

He brings his hand up so he can hold your face and run his thumb across your cheek bone. His eyes are soft but determined as he studies your face.

"I don't wanna waste any more time." He says simply, the phrase is loaded with months of longing. His confession dazzles you, leaving you laying there with no idea how to breathe. All you can do is nod in understanding and revel in the feeling of his wet kisses against your neck again. He gently hikes your dress up to your waist, then quickly brings his hands back down so he can run them up your thighs. His hands settle on your hips, thumbs pressing on the bones so he can pin you down slightly as he rolls his hips against your center.

Your hands instinctively claw at his broad back as a hiss leaves your lips.

"Let me get on top." You sigh, completely shocking yourself with your boldness.

You feel him smile against your collar bone before his hands glide up to hold your waist. He flips you both over with ease, granting you your wish without argument. You catch your breath as you settle on his lap, hands splayed across his chest.

"I'm all yours, doll." His eyes fall down your body sinfully, making your chest seize up and your legs squeeze around him.

You lean down to capture his lips in yours again, sighing contentedly when he moves against you like he did when you kissed for the first time on the roof.

"I missed you." You mutter against his mouth.

"Let's make up for that, yeah?" He replies quickly as he moves to pull your dress over your head. You lift your arms and let him undress you as you sit back. Soon the dress is out of the way and his warm hands are holding your waist again, thumbs brushing up and down against your skin. You become suddenly ashamed of your lackluster underwear and you feel your cheeks heat up as you watch James' eyes skate down your figure. As if he senses you unease, he sits up and snakes his arms around your waist. He presses a delicate kiss into the swell of each of your breasts as you card your fingers through his hair.

"You're so perfect." He whispers against your skin.

"Can I take this off?" He asks, bringing his thumbs up to hook his fingers around your bra straps.

Somehow, everything about this feels even more innocent than the first time you two made love. Maybe it's the knowledge that you don't have to show off, talk dirty, or have all the hot moves in order to impress each other. You're both just enchanted by the presence of one another. Finally, you're both able to just be together. There's no fear of what people will say about you in school tomorrow, no terrifying rumor hanging over your head. Just you and James, able to lose yourselves completely in this wonderful moment you've found.

You carefully undress each other, leaving tender kisses on any newly exposed skin, whispering sweet nothings as well as declarations of devotion. You cherish every second that passes as you explore each other's bodies again. Soon you're both fully exposed to each other, your hands grasp desperately at his shoulder as soon as you feel his erect length graze your core. You think back to how his lips felt between your legs, and you immediately want to repay the favor. You slink down his body until you settle between his legs. His abs tense as you slide your palms up his muscular thighs.

You know Bucky is big, especially after last time, but being face to face with his dick makes you realize his size is genuinely intimidating. He looks beautiful like this, all flushed and hard. His tip is a pretty shade of dark pink, similar to his lips, and there's a small bead of precum leaking out of his slit. The sight makes you clench your thighs and lick your lips.

"See somethin' you like?" He teases.

"I sure do." You flirt back, wasting no time in wrapping your hand around his length to give him one slow pump. He throws his head back with as you bring your lips to his tip and give it a chaste kiss.

"Tell me if I do something wrong, please." You say, the tremble in your voice revealing just how nervous you really are.

James shoots up instantly, grabbing the wrist of the hand that's around his dick while the other comes up to cup your face. His thumb slides across your cheek bone affectionately as he stares at you with his kind blue eyes.

"Doll, if you're not ready for that, don't do it." His voice is like rich hot chocolate, spreading through your body and warming every nerve.

"But, last time you- I figure I owed you…" It makes sense in your head, but by the look he gives you it doesn't make any sense to him.

"Baby," He breathes out, leaning in to kiss your forehead, "Come here."

With gentle hands he pulls you into his lap so you can straddle him while he takes your face in his hands, gazing up at you with intensity.

"Anything I do for you, is because I want to. You don't owe me a damn thing. If you're ever not ready for something you tell me, and we can talk about it, ok?" His voice has a hint of urgency to it, like he can't stress the words enough.

You nod silently as you try to understand the man beneath you. Your brain desperately claws through your vocabulary to find the words to best describe the beautiful human being you've fallen for. All you can come up with is something terribly insufficient, but incredibly accurate. He's kind. He's a "heart if gold" kind of guy. Under the charm, the handsome face, the quick witted humor, James Barnes is the kindest person you've ever met.

Your lips are on his before he can say anything else, following that involuntary reaction you've developed whenever you're around him. He kisses you back as fiercely as you kiss him, heavy breaths falling from his mouth as you work against one another. You can't help but whimper when you feel the hot skin of his dick slide along your drenched core.

"Make love to me, James, please-" You beg against his lips.

All he can manage is a moan against your mouth as he reaches down between you to grab himself so he can get lined up at your entrance. He opens his mouth to say something, but it's stolen from him as you inch down to slide the tip in. A beautiful, lustful sigh leaves his puffy lips as you do. It's still a harsh stretch for your walls, but this time you can anticipate it and welcome it. Slowly, you descend until he's in you completely. As soon as he's bottomed out you lean your forehead on his shoulder and let out a pitiful whine.

"You ok, doll?" He asks, nudging his nose against your jaw.

"I'm good, you're just so big…" You sigh. His grip on your waist tightens and you feel him twitch inside you.

"Careful sweetheart, don't want this ego getting any bigger." He teases, earning an airy giggle from you.

You brace yourself by holding his shoulders, rolling your hips tentatively. He kisses your neck when you do so and slides his arms around your waist, so you must be doing something right. You mimic the movement with a little more confidence this time. You can't help but bring your head up and send James a nervous glance, and he's more than willing to reassure you.

"That's good baby, that feels good." He says with a voice like honey as he skates his lips across your neck.

His praising words make your insides melt, spurring you on as you keep rolling against him. The way the soft skin of his dick moves against your soaked walls in euphoric. Your hands cling to each other, lips kiss where the can, short breaths fall from your mouth. All of it creates a truly beautiful atmosphere. It's nothing like the urgent, frantic mood you had last time. This doesn't feel like two teenagers who can't wait to see somebody naked for the first time. This feels like two people who want to be uncovered by each other.

His hands slide so he can spread his palms across your damp back and you shiver from the feather soft intimacy of the motion. Your forehead falls against his and your eyes lock.

"You're incredible." You sigh as brilliant sparks of pleasure start to build in your core.

You slowly build the pace of your hips until you're rocking against him with a rhythm that makes his nails claw at your back as he groans and pants. He's so deep inside you, reaching and rubbing against every sweet spot you have.

"Fuck- that's perfect doll- so fucking perfect." His voice has climbed in pitch slightly, he sounds almost whiney.

Your head falls to his shoulder, you shove your mouth against his collarbone in an attempt to muffle a pitiful sob as it shakes your abdomen. The feelings are all so fucking intense, your eyes screw shut as your walls start to flutter. Your chest aches as your head spins, completely incapable of comprehending all of the sensations drowning you in this moment.

"James- James I'm gonna-" Your words are cut off completely as one of his strong arms easily cradles you so he can flip you onto your back. You hit the mattress and he doesn't give you a single second to catch your breath before he's rocking his hips against yours.

"Fucking hell." You huff out as he plants his hands on either side of your head so he can bare down even more when he thrusts.

"I wanna see you, wanna see that pretty face." Both of you moan uncontrollably when you spread your legs even more to give him better access. Soon he's hitting some rapturous spot deep within you, setting off every nerve in your body.

Tears gather in your eyes and it takes every ounce of self control you have to not succumb to the desire to start crying beneath him. His body is moving so beautifully above you, every muscle working to give you everything he has. Your eyes burn with the tears you refuse to let fall as you pull your bottom lip into your mouth to keep another sob caged inside you.

"Baby, don't hide anything." He says with a broken voice as he drops to his elbows so he can bring his face closer to your own.

"Cry if you need to, I got you." He punctuates his sentence with a stunning moan, and it absolutely breaks you. Your body trembles as you finally release all the emotion you've been suppressing. Your back arches and you finally let the tears cascade down the sides of your face. The sight of you falling apart beneath him, so fragile and overstimulated, it motivates him even more. His pace increases as he chants nonsense phrases of adoration to you.

He tells you how beautiful you are, how tight you feel, how good you are for him. All while your entire body quakes for him and his magnificent pace. You don't want to say his thrusts are hard, that word seems so utterly insufficient for how he's making love to you right now. His movements are committed, he fills you up with every push in and leaves you wanting so much more every time he draws back out.

"Baby you feel so good- fuck- please don't stop." You beg him as your cunt starts to pulse around him again, body edging towards that blinding release.

"No fuckin' way, I'm never gonna stop." He pants while his thick eyebrows push towards each other as his face crumples into a look of intense focus.

He braces himself on one arm so he can snake a skilled hand between your bodies, thumb finding your swollen clit almost immediately. It hits you immediately, almost before he even touches your sensitive bud. Your body anticipates his touch and sends itself over the edge, and my God it's fucking brilliant. Your pussy grips onto his cock as it slides in and out, your hands claw at his hot skin as his name falls from your lips. You sing him a pitiful song, made of incoherent swearing and plenty of crying.

"That's it sweet girl, give it to me- shit you're squeezin' the life outta me." You barely retain the words as he spits them out between frantic breaths as he chases his own high.

In one fluent motion, James flips your legs over each of his shoulders. He grabs the meat of your hips and lifts your pelvis off the bed as he brings his torso upright so he can settle back on his knees. If you thought you were crying before, you were fucking wrong. You scream out as tears flood your face, you can't tell if you're hurtling into another orgasm before your first has even finished, or if it's all just one long, mind numbing climax. Regardless, it's too good to be true. Every inch of you tingles and clenches as James snaps his hips into you, the angle sends fluorescent jolts of pleasure into your cunt and up your abs.

"Yeah doll, keep cumming for me, you feel so fuckin' perfect." He tosses his head back as he nearly shouts your name.

Your body starts to cool down just enough to provide some clarity. You're still twitching and tears are still rolling, but you at least have the wits to throw some praises at him. It's the least you can do when he's working so hard to make you fall apart.

"Fuck James, you made me cum so hard." Your words have an affect on him instantly, his fingertips bite at your flesh as hips tense and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

"You make me feel so good baby, you drive me fuckin' crazy." He lets go of your hips and throws your legs apart so he can fall on top of you again. He presses his forehead against yours before his lips meet your own so he can kiss you like it's the last time he'll ever have the chance.

"Let me feel you cum James- fuck- do it inside me, I want you to cum inside me." Your hands are at the sides of his face, thumbs rubbing his temples affectionately as you lose your mind.

"Oh baby- shit doll- I'm gonna- oh my God- Fuck!" With that final exclamation he buries himself inside you, enchanting moans fall from his full lips as he tenses and fills you. You hold still and focus on the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you as he moans above you. His sounds are so full of relief and what must be exhaustion. Your eyes flutter open to observe him while he finishes. His eyebrows are high with his eyes shut and his lips parted as he tries to catch his breath while his orgasm fizzles out. His eyelids slowly peel apart and soon you're both watching each other. You're completely enthralled by the work of art above you, and he is entirely captured by the muse below him.

Slowly, like he doesn't want to ever leave, he inches his softening length out of you. You hate the feeling of him leaving your body, you hate how empty you feel. He presses a fond kiss to your forehead while he smooths some of your sweaty hair down.

"Don't move." He whispers. Then he's off of the bed and through his bedroom door, you assume to find something to get you both cleaned up.

Your body is still buzzing from every moment you've just shared with him, you gingerly roll to your side and pull the sheets up against your naked form. You pay little mind the mess spilling from your core, ignorant to the possible consequences it might have. You glance around his room, taking note of all the baseball cards, the toy cars, and the dirty sneakers. The room is bathed in the dull yellow streetlights, giving it a glow that seems otherworldly. It all does. Especially James.

He reappears with a washcloth and a glass of water. The sight makes your heart swell immeasurably, he's still naked but it doesn't strike you as anything to be bashful about. It's all of him, all of James and his unmatched beauty. It feels natural to be this exposed with each other, it feels right.

"Such a gentleman." You tease as he walks towards the bed so he can sit on the edge.

"For you? Of course." His smile is as dazzling as always while he hands you the glass of water. You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can take the glass and sip it slowly. Thankful for the relief the cold liquid brings your exhausted throat.

"Spread those gorgeous legs." He says as he takes the glass back from you so he can set it on the nightstand.

"Round two already?" You joke.

His laugh is full and rich, it spreads through your veins and makes adoration bubble in your chest.

"Not yet, doll." He presses the cloth between your folds to clean up his mess, the sensation makes you jump a little, but he's done as quickly as he's started. The cloth joins a pile of dirty clothes in the corner after he tosses over his shoulder, then he's climbing back into bed with you. He opens his arms once he's on his back beside you. Naturally, you settle into his side and lay your head on his chest. His fingers trace along your spine as he kisses the crown of your head.

"You're a beautiful little thing." He mumbles, voice heavy with a sleepy tone.

"You're perfect, just perfect." It almost sounds like he's talking in his sleep, so you glance up to check.

He's wide awake, glacial eyes piercing your own as he gazes down at you.

"Thank you, for all of this." You say. By all of it, you mean for the love, for the spark of life, for the precious bond you've found. Somehow without saying all of it, you know he knows exactly what you mean.

"Thank you for loving an idiot like me." He says softly.

"It couldn't be anybody else." You say, completely resolute in your admittance.

You lay there like that for God knows how long, just drinking each other in. Mumbling words of praise, astounded by each other's existence. You exchange sweet little jokes, press priceless kisses into every inch of skin you can reach, and make beautiful promises.

"James?" You say as you draw figure eights on his chest with your finger tip.

"What happens next?" You question.

He takes a deep breath in as he twirls your hair between his fingers.

"Well-" He's cut off by the sound of the front door opening. You both bolt upright off the bed, clinging to the sheets. The sounds of lovely, soft laughter fills the house. One is the laugh of a woman, full and warm, the other is bright and twinkly, obviously belonging to a younger girl.

"Shit." You whisper simultaneously as you glance at each other with pounding hearts.

"James?" The woman's voice calls.

"Yeah ma?" James hollers back, hand coming to hold yours as he tries to keep his mouth straight, obviously entertained by the misfortune of the situation.

"Whose truck is that out front?" She asks, then footsteps start to echo as she climbs the stairs.

"Oh my God." You whisper.

"I guess you're meeting my mom, that's what happens next." He says quietly. Your eyes are on his immediately, every reasonable part of you says to panic, but the look on James' face is absolutely priceless. His cheeks are pink as he pulls his lips over his teeth to keep from busting out in laughter. It's ok though, you do it for him. Soon you're both doubling over with laughter, embracing the inevitable awkward encounter that you're about to have with his poor mother. It'll be ok, it'll be wonderful, anything will as long as you two stick together.

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archmage--khadgar · 5 years ago

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Hia! I always feel happy when I see one of your posts pop up on here c: why do you like Khadgar?

*Stares into space* OH GOD THIS IS gonna probably be a long post. HERE WE GO.So uh. I always really like Karazhan and the lore around it, hardcore fell in love with Medivh and pretty much ANYTHING in game that was connected I ate it up. I got the urn, the keys, all the rings, all the rep, you name it. I tried SO HARD to get Atiesh from the old Naxx but that didn’t happen. (I AM STILL SAD ABOUT THAT.) So that was -kind of- the start. In order for the next part to make sense, need to sidestep and backtrack a wee bit for context.Not to be all sob story, but I gotta be honest, I spent most of my childhood alone (either outside or in my room), reading, playing out epic stories with my toys, exploring the outdoors, and most of my social interactions with people I was either being bullied by kids at school or my mother. And y’know, despite all the stories I read or watched on t.v it was a loooong while before there were characters that made me go….”Holy SHIT I know what that’s like!?” Like there was a difference, to me, between characters like Michelangelo and Beetlejuice that I REALLY WANTED to hang out with, and then a character that made me go….”I know exactly how that character feels. What happened to them, happened to me.”Digimon was the show that broke that mold for me when not only were there two characters who had DIVORCED PARENTS!??? Like me, there was a girl who had a REALLY BAD and unhealthy relationship with her mother. (But she was still powered by love, which was awesome.)This kinda started getting me into other stuff because the more characters I found that I could relate to, the easier it was to explain how I felt to strangers and it made friend finding a little bit easier. FAST FORWARDING A LITTLE BIT.

So I certainly have a character -type- that I relate to the most. And it’s chaotic bookwork with anxiety. Fun fact: I am always dubbed “the twilight sparkle” of friend groups IRL because I was always, ALWAYS the one who was solving friendship problems and I did that looong before the show. OOPH. THE BIG PROBLEM. Was that it was getting to the point where all the chaotic bookworms were either: Evil, female (and I love gals, but that’s not my gender identity ORZ), or like. largely hated by the fandom and were always mocked.Or some combination.SO LIKE. Hey, I get introduced to Medivh and his TOWER OF BOOKS and all that shit and it’s like “Fuck yeah sign me up bro, living alone? Shitty mom? I feel you.” But then, y’know. He was a wee bit possessed and not. Exactly the good guy SO THERE WAS THAT.And then. There was Khadgar.I hadn’t been able to find the last guardian book yet, though I had read about the lore highlights online so I was familiar and stuff.And then WoD came out. And Khadgar! Was doing stuff! Which got me excited because it was more of the Lore that I really liked, and during MoP, I was hardcore going…”THE LEGION IS COMING BAAAACK. I JUST KNOW IT. CAUSE WE DIDN’T KILL KJ. SKREE.” I got called crazy and stupid a few times BUT HEY. Jokes on you fuckers I was *right*.Anyways!That first quest chain into Tannan rolls in. And it’s just. Khadgar. Being Khadgar. “Well, then I guess we owe you one.” scene hit every…“Oh fucking god bless Khadgar for the sarcastic sass”Because I really enjoy sarcasm and it’s more obvious in voice chat or in-person but my sass rhythm and tone, especially if I’m ranting is veeery similar to Khadgar’s sass.And then the PUNS. Listen. *Listen*. I hear an opportunity for a pun and I have to take it. I have to. If I try to hold it in my face starts smiling like the Cheshire cat and I sometimes let out a high pitched “eeeeeee” until given permission. After that quest chain, I quickly noticed that no one had rolled a Khadgar blog. No one! And well, I was all about having a blog where I could be free to make jokes all the time. IIRC, my first post was…”The party has arrived~!” Or something like that. I honestly didn’t expect much to happen cause I didn’t have any friends or anything like that and all the wow blogs all pretty much had their followings already and I was uh…a WEE BIT ALONE. But I was like “well even if this blog doesn’t go off I’ll at least have an outlet where I can just be me where no one will harass me.”Cause gotta be honest, I’ve never been well-liked. There was never a place for bookworms who liked puns and had anxiety in the world I lived in. If I acted like myself I was hated, and in order to fit in, I had to be someone else, which was a ditzy stupid, lazy girl. I wasn’t allowed to be trans, (still not back in Maine), or smart, and….yeah. But hey! On tumblr, I can RP a male character that had my same sense of humor and sass and BE MYSELF and NOT BE A GIRL and all my IRL haters wouldn’t be able to stop me.And then uh, A THING HAPPENED. I no longer have the original blog because of reasons I’ll mention later, so I CAN’T REMEMBER who first started sending me asks but I know @kiyastrasza was one of them (she passed away suddenly a few months ago and I miss her SO MUCH.) But then like, I DON’T KNOW. I know I got a few initial asks because “fuck yeah finally a khadgar blog” and honestly, I thought my blog was rubbish because it was 80% me just being my sassy nerd self and 20% studying his word usage for more serious things and getting my hands on every scrap of Khadgar related lore.”So I fully expected to get called out on being canon divergent or a shitty Khadgar or SOMETHING. Or have people ONCE AGAIN be like….”This character archetype is annoying and stupid and we all fucking hate him and hate you for rping him.”But that didn’t happen. In fact the EXACT OPPOSITE HAPPENED.My ask box kept getting filled with puns to be approved, rhyming his name with stuff became a thing and now even BLIZZ says “Dadgar” like jfc what even.And then like. I don’t even know, a lot of it is a blur because it all happened so fast but the BIGGEST THING.Was that for the first time ever, being myself wasn’t met with bullying and hate and people telling me to shut up and go away or anything like that.People -loved- Khadgar in-game. And people -loved- finding a Khadgar blog that “when I read their posts I can hear Khadgar’s voice”. And better yet? KHADGAR WASN’T A VILLAIN! (Don’t get me wrong, I loooove AU’s but imagine being a kid and you can only ever connect to villains and then people hate you anyways IT DOESN’T FEEL TOO GREAT).And uh. Yeah. I don’t really know where to go with this. But yeah! It was the first time where I felt like nothing was wrong with who I was. That there was nothing wrong with being book smart and having a sense of humor and looking death in the face and just eye-rolling and going “Well aiight.”I mean hell yeah there’s been an epic shit ton of drama with people being jealous and making shit up and who the hell even knows what any of that was about anymore, and there’s still plenty of bullshit in my life keeping me otherwise miserable and I’m getting really frustrated that every goal I try to accomplish gets utterly destroyed in some way and I’m currently an emotional husk and I 100% HAVE NOT been myself lately as I’m a mix of grieving and severely hurt and physically ill and I’ve been broken pretty damn hard and when I pull myself back together it’s probably going to be like. 11th Doctor just turning into cranky 12 and not being pleasant BUT. The muse is still strong, the muse is honestly probably the strongest thing about me. Not because I think that I’m actually, really Khadgar and that’s ME you’re talking to in game and Azeroth is real, etc, etc. But it’s strong because that type of muse was already something that was effortless for me and part of my personality foundation. And before the blog it was withering away and crumbling and I had no self-love to keep it going anymore and then the blog happened, and even though I still have 0 self-love, I genuinely hate myself, the love from others healed it, and my love for the character, I think, is my subconscious finding a weird loophole to get around the self-hate because I CAN’T HATE KHADGAR, and fucking hell whenever I make a pun irl and someone is a shithead about it or calls me annoying over voice chat, my brain is like. “Yeah, but if Khadgar were real. He’d laugh.” And eventually, it’s like….”OKAY FINE. IT WAS FUNNY. THAT PERSON IS JUST A SHITHEAD.” I can’t remember where I was going with that. Uhhhhhh……SOMETHING SOMETHING.I absolutely hate myself and feel as if I’m undeserving of love because I’m a horrible, broken person that makes stupid mistakes and is only good for hurting others and being a bitchB U TI hate myself a little bit less when I RP a character, like Khadgar, that lines up with one of my personality foundations, and the general response to it is people loving it and telling them I make them happy. I’ve still had more hate directed at me in the past (and sadly the present) than I have love. But uh. It doesn’t take much love to get me all sappy and crying and happy. (Hate is a tossup, a lot of hate I can take but certain, specific things will strike me hard and fast).SO LIKE. Uh. I know the majority of my foundation at the moment is either destroyed or heavily damaged, cause I’ve also been heckin angry a lot lately and I don’t know how to deal with that at all since it’s something new so a lot of my foundation wasn’t protected against that, and I’ve certainly died emotionally a few times more this year than my normal rate of it taking a couple years or more to emotionally die and regenerate. BUT THE PART that’s still holding fast and bouncing off all the negative self-destructive shit is because of Khadgar, and all 1,297 of you (give or take) that’ve either stuck with this blog since the beginning and through a blog deletion and change or have come recently. That send in everything from ARCANE MEAT to puns, to AU ideas to random nice things SO UH. This is turning into an awkward unexpected thank you, to all of you. dashjkIt’s more than likely that I will live the rest of my life absolutely hating myself, and it’s possible that the rest of my foundations may never heal or be repaired. Even though I can easily attach some of them to characters like Khadgar for the most part, I just….eh. I dunno. No outlet and it’s not prompted ever and…it hurts still cause they’re broken. Which, eh, whatever, healing can’t be forced or half-assed, cause you can’t expect a broken leg to heal as fast as a papercut, all you can do is wait and let things heal or you’ll make it worse, but then obviously you can’t heal EVERYTHING otherwise no one would ever be disabled, but REGARDLESS.I may always hate myself. But I’ll always love Khadgar. And YOU guys love Khadgar. And you enjoy me rping Khadgar. So then I guess MAAAAYBE.It helps. With making it worth. Sticking around for a little bit longer. :T

#THIS GOT SO LONG I'M SO SORRY #it won't let me put it under a cut SKREEE #long post #lothirielswan

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goodnightkisseu · 7 years ago

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Park Jihoon - Rival [Part 2]

Requested By: Anon ^^ (Enemies to Lovers)

Genre: Slight angst and fluff at the end

Parts: [Part 1] [Part 2]

Note: Part 2 of Jihoon’s fic, Rival is done! I hope that everyone enjoys this last part. It was actually an interesting one for me to put together so I’m really glad to the anon who requested it. ^^ Up next I have a couple of shorter scenarios/fics for Jinyoung and Minhyun that I’m finishing up, as well as a soulmate series that I’m starting to plan out, so please look forward to all of those. Requests are always open so feel free to send in your requests! And I think that’s it! Enjoy! ^^

- goodnightkisseu’s admin <3

“Hey,” Jihoon said out of the blue, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you. “Can I ask you something?”

“If you’re going to ask me why I was so stupid and picked the wrong room, then you can just stop right there. I already know I screwed up. I don’t need to be reminded again…” you shot back, preemptively assuming what the male across from you would say.

He sighed, rolled his eyes slightly, but let the comment go. “For your information, that wasn’t what I was going to ask you. I have a serious question. Now, can I ask it, or not?”

“I guess…” you mumbled, nodding in the slightest to give him the go ahead.

“Why do you hate me so much?” he asked, his question straightforward, not wanting to mince any words. Jihoon had known for a while now that you had problems with him, but he didn’t know how it had developed into hate. Sure, he teased you a lot and probably caused some of this hate all on his own, but he honestly had no idea what else could have led to your ill feelings about him. He thought that everything had been okay at first. The two of you had rather pleasant conversations… so what was with the sudden change?

“I don’t –”

“Don’t do that. I know full well that you don’t like me. We’re stuck here anyway, so why don’t you just be honest about it? I mean, what else are we going to do while we wait for the custodian to show up? Might as well let it out,” he suggested, locking eyes with you momentarily. Jihoon wasn’t entirely sure, but he could have sworn that his words sparked something in you because you sat up at that point, looking directly at him.

He…wanted to know why you didn’t like him? Was he serious? Because, if that was what he wanted, then you were more than ready to speak your mind about it. Deep down you knew you always wanted to say these things out loud and now he was giving you an opportunity to do it… and you were going to take full advantage of it. “You really want to know why I hate you so much?” you reiterated, wanting to make sure that he was completely serious about it. He gave you a simple nod and you let out a light sigh in response.

“I hate that everything seems so easy for you. We’re interns, so we get the work that our manager and our team doesn’t want to do. However, while I’m still trying to finish up my first task, you’re already on your third. It could be that I’m slow at what I do, and that’s fine, I’m still learning how to be efficient in this environment. But have you ever heard what our coworkers say? They’re always talking about how, ‘oh Jihoonnie is such a good worker. He gets things done so quickly. Maybe we should have only hired one intern.’ Do you know how much it hurts to hear those things?” you questioned, the male sitting across from you having grown quiet.

“Even from the social aspect of our office you had an easier time than I did. When I started here, two month before you did, no one wanted to talk to me. They told me that they were asked to take on an intern because their department hadn’t had one in a while and they needed to create opportunities for students. I had to work hard to get the attention of those that worked around me, show that I wanted to be there, and that was when they started to notice me. But even simple things like going out to lunch with them was difficult. They never invited me until much later. With you… your second day here and people were already coming to your desk to welcome you. Hell, they even threw you a freaking welcome party. They never did anything like that for me…”

“And the thing that I hate the most about you was how easy it was for you to get this job. I mean, your friend’s dad is the CEO of the company for crying out like. Like, did you even have to go through that painstaking interview process, Jihoon? Do you know how much someone like me stressed about this interview? How unsure I was about getting this job? How many other internships I had applied for, only to be rejected because I didn’t have the necessary experience for them? Do you know how hurt I was mentally when you can strolling in, the office instantly loves you, and you’re actually damn good at your job? It makes me wonder why I even bother trying if I’ll never be able to do as well as you. After we turn in our marketing strategies… I honestly would be surprised if they don’t ask me back…”

Your words trailed off as you hugged your legs closer to your frame, burying your face into them. If it was one thing you didn’t want, it was for Park Jihoon to see you cry. The jerk would probably just make fun of you for it.

Part of you had expected to hear laughing or maybe a quick snarky remark from Jihoon, but he said nothing. Instead, you heard shuffling feet as Jihoon moved around, which confused you even more. You weren’t entirely sure what was going on, but you didn’t want to look up to find out either. Your eyes were already dewy and he would definitely know that you were on the verge of tears if he saw you.

The footsteps eventually stopped and what happened next, you weren’t expecting. You felt something landing on top of you, covering your form as you froze on the spot, your body tensing up. Your curiosity getting the better of you caused you to lift your head ever so slightly to see a jacket draped over you, completely obscuring you from the only other person in the room.

“If you need to cry, you can. I promise I won’t look or cause a fuss since it’s probably something you wouldn’t want me to witness anyway. I’ll pretend like it didn’t happen…” Jihoon said softly, his voice sounding closer to you than it had before. You assumed that he was sitting next to you now, but probably staring off in a different direction.

His action, though considerate, did irk you a bit. How could someone that you hated so much read you so well? Why did he always have to have all of the answers? “I-I wasn’t going to cry,” you retorted, not wanting to allow him to be right. You poked your head ever so slightly out from under his jacket to address him. “I’m not as weak and fragile as you think I am,” you muttered.

“I didn’t say you were weak and I didn’t mean to insinuate it. I just meant that, everyone deserves to have a good cry every now and then. When they let things build up to a level like yours, it can be exhausting and emotionally draining when they finally allow all of it to come flowing out. Sometimes, you just need to cry,” he explained. “If that’s not what you need right now, then that’s fine. Do you at least feel better, getting that off your chest?” he asked, still not facing you, but discreetly peeking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Y-yes…” you mumbled, realizing now that he had asked you why you hated him to give you a chance to rant. Your demeanor lately must have really given it away or else he probably wouldn’t have asked such a thing. It also made you feel a bit bad for saying such nasty things about him. Then again, this was Park Jihoon. Did things like that even bother him? Did he even care?

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like a chance to clear up some of those things you mentioned.”

“I knew you weren’t just going to let me have it,” you retorted quickly, sending a pout his way. He really was the type that needed to have the last word. Yet, in this case… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He had listened to you complain about him, and that was more than anyone else would have done. Might as well hear him out too. “I guess for this once, it’ll be okay. So go for it. Defend yourself.”

As you peered over at him, you couldn’t help but see his lips curl into a small smile. Was he glad that you were letting him speak his mind too? That didn’t seem like a very Jihoon-like thing to do. It didn’t match the image that you had of him… and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had been a bit too harsh on him.

“Look, you are right. I did get this job because Jinyoung and I are really good friends and his father offered me the position. I didn’t have to go through the same stressful series of interviews here as you did, and I know that, in and of itself, is unfair. I can’t deny that, but something you should know was that this place wasn’t my first choice. Like you, I had applied to other companies that I felt would fit me better. I applied to teams where their marketing departments drew my eye, but much like you I was rejected for my lack of experience. I only landed here because my parents basically told Jinyoung’s dad to hire me behind my back,” he explained.

“I’m not going to say that this made me angry. I would now have a job on my resume that could help me get future jobs. The only thing was, I didn’t want to get the job in this way. I would have much rather have gone through the proper application channels, because, getting my job this way, felt stressful in its own way. I felt like I was being held to a higher standard because I didn’t enter the same way everyone else did. I felt like I had to work harder. The reason why I’m getting my stuff done before you isn’t because I’m some sort of marketing genius. I do a lot of the assignments when I get home from work and sometimes even early in the morning before work. It seems like I’m getting this stuff done during our regular office hours, but I’m really not.”

“And as far as people liking me more than you… that’s honestly because I’m friends with Jinyoung and they’re trying to suck up to me. The way they talk to me is really kind and sweet, but it’s obvious they want something out of it. It’s not because I’m the life of the party or anything, they’re just playing office politics.”

“I’m not saying that these things should make you hate me less or that you shouldn’t hate me at all. I get where you’re coming from. If I were you, I’d hate me too. I’ve been given a lot of special treatment and I know it. I’m sorry that my actions have made you feel like you were less than me. You aren’t,” he told you firmly. “You work hard and the quality of your work is amazing. Your planning work is honestly some of the best I’ve seen and your determination is admirable. You won’t be losing your job any time soon. I think everyone appreciates your work, they just haven’t said it. And if, for some reason, you are on the chopping block, I’m more than willing to fight for you to stay. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Why… why are you being so nice to me? Do you have plans to sabotage me later?” you asked, still cautious of the male next to you. He had now contradicted everything that you had grown to associate with him, and that made you wary.

“I promise it’s nothing like that. I mean everything that I just told you. You’re doing great work and you should keep focusing on producing all of that wonderful work. You’re doing well and you shouldn’t compare yourself to someone like me,” he reassured you, a small smile forming on his lips. “So can we call a truce now? I don’t know if I can stand you glaring at me all of the time at work,” he teased.

“Excuse you, you deserve it,” you countered. You were about to give him a response to his inquiry, but before you could, the door to the room opened and you were greeted by a very surprised looking custodian. He asked you what the two of you were doing in here, and JIhoon was quick to explain the situation so that there were no misunderstandings. The custodian nodded, telling the two of you that this door had been broken for years and that the staff usually propped it open, before moving out of the way and letting the two of you exit.

As you walked side by side back to your desks, your hand still clutching Jihoon’s jacket, you felt like he had a point. You hated him, but maybe it wasn’t exactly for the right reasons. He was a hard worker too, put in a strange situation. He didn’t necessarily deserve you glaring or giving him a hard time.

“Jihoon,” you started as the male to your side looked over at you. “We can call a truce,” you told him, handing him his jacket, murmuring a soft ‘thank you.’ “But if you do something dumb, don’t think I won’t call you out on it. I’ll be watching.”

Jihoon chuckled and nodded. “Deal. I wouldn’t have it any other way…”

~* Eight Months Later… *~

“Hey!” a familiar voice called out as the individual came running out of the building after you, his pace slowing when he finally caught up. His steps easily fell into place with yours as he caught his breath. “Leaving without me today?”

“I saw you talking with Jinyoung and figured that you guys would be heading out together. I didn’t want to interrupt,” you told Jihoon as he chuckled in response.

“Oh, that was nothing. He just had a question about someone we knew. I think he’s trying to set up one of his other friends,” he replied. “You should have just walked over though. The two of you haven’t really met yet and he’s a good friend of mine. He’s a perfectly nice guy.”

You vehemently shook your head. “Nu-uh, no way. I do not want the entire female population of our office coming after me for, not only dating you, but also for hanging out with the handsome son of the CEO too. No thanks. I like living. I’ll meet him some other time,” you told him. “Seriously, every time we leave together, they glare at me. Like full on glare!”

“Well now you know how I felt when you used to glare at me. It’s not fun, is it,” he retorted, earning himself a light hit on the arm as you didn’t appreciate the reminder that you used to glare daggers into your now boyfriend.

After the two of you had that talk, you became more understanding of Jihoon. Sure, the two of you didn’t become the best of friends overnight, but you were more aware of his situation, of the expectations placed on him and how he had to work that much harder to meet them. You were the first to initiate a civil conversation with him and eventually the two of you were talking on a regular basis again. You would often confide in each other about parts of the work you were struggling on and you both came to realize that it was more effective for you each to do the parts of the projects that you were confident in. Jihoon always had brilliant ideas and visions and could probably sell anything to anyone. You were good at figuring out how to implement these ideas and presenting them in a concise way. It was a working situation that created some rather outstanding plans, much to the surprise of your boss. So it wasn’t too shocking when the company decided to hire you both on full-time, as a pair, for marketing campaigns.

Through those three months the two of you became extremely close and eventually, one night, when you were working late, Jihoon asked you out. It felt like it had come out of nowhere, but he told you that he had been thinking about it a lot. And if you were going to be honest with yourself, your feelings for him had come back in full force so it didn’t take too much for you to say yes. It was a relationship that was now five months old and you honestly didn’t know what it would be like for you during really busy periods if he wasn’t there. Sure, the two of you would have disagreements from time to time, and you saw each other day in and day out, but you made it work.

Even though things were great between the two of you, there was something that was still bothering you. As you were walking home with Jihoon, hand in hand, that thing crossed your mind as the two of you waited at the crosswalk. “Hey Jihoon…” you started, giving his hand a light squeeze to get his attention.

“Yes?” he asked, turning his attention towards you.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything. What’s up?”

“Back then, when you first started at the company, why did you never text me back? You know, after we kissed at the party…?”

Jihoon stifled a chuckle. “Well that came out of nowhere…”

“Oh shush. It’s really been bugging me for a long time, okay…”

Jihoon quirked a brow as the two of you made your way across the street. The question seemed moot at this point seeing as the two of you had kissed numerous times since, but he figured he’d humor you. “You’re talking about that time at my welcome party, right? I did text you back.”

“Uh, no you didn’t. Are you sure you weren’t texting one of the other girls you gave your number to, because I never got it,” you said adamantly as your boyfriend nodded.

“I am one hundred percent sure that I texted you back. I remember you asking me about it and I told you I kissed you because I liked you… but you never responded. I even double checked that it was to you. I’m pretty sure that you’re the one that dropped the ball back then,” he replied.

Your steps slowed to a stop as the two of you stood there, just looking at each other. “I never got that message, I swear. Wait a minute, you liked me back then?!” you asked, your voice raising a couple of octaves when you realized that he had liked you this whole time, and that you were the one that was being a bit of a jerk.

Jihoon chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your torso, bringing you closer to him as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I did, and I obviously still do. I just thought you hated me so much back then that I wouldn’t be able to change your mind. So I didn’t try pursuing you right away.”

“I don’t hate you now,” you responded sweetly, your face getting a little warm as that smile on Jihoon’s lips grew.

“And for that, I’m glad,” he replied, leaning in to give you a light kiss before reaching for your hand, the two of you continuing the rest of the trip home, hand in hand…

#wanna one #park jihoon #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #kpop scenarios

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survivorbehemoth · 4 years ago

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Episode #9: “i hope that i'm out of the pickle and eating the... pickle” - Daisy

how i feel about merge: https://66.media.tumblr.com/68a1cf13a1ea5ca8ec0c6c8a044f92ad/fdb9160ed3342b6d-08/s500x750/a71a511c4f332aba10424d15b5e074bc9bbe5e0d.gifv

Click HERE to watch Szymon’s Video!

Click HERE to watch Daisy’s Video!

Click HERE to watch Chips’ Video!

Click HERE to listen to Szymon’s Vocaroo!

Click HERE to view Szymon’s Trust Rankings!

Click HERE to listen to Szymon’s Vocaroo!

Click HERE to watch Daisy’s Video!

Click HERE to watch Rob’s Video! Click HERE to watch another of Rob’s Videos!

So here is my i guess merge confessional! LOOK WHAT I DID! I MADE THE MERGE HEHEHEHEHEHEHE. Voting cindi out last round was very sad but very needed, i think she was looking to have fun and cause chaos but i need some stability in my life rn, crackhead seamus has not came out yet and he can’t yet LMAO. so what happened is as soon as we merged Szymon approached me and wanted to call, and pretty much went on a rant about how annoying Rob is and how everyones so far up his ass, and that HE HAS THE IDOL!!!! And that Szymon wants me daisy and jules to start working together which i was like OH I LIKE THIS. Going into merge i wanted to reconnect with rob, and then keep my alliances with daisy and gage and try and just use them as shields to get into deep merge and then start causing shit.

In terms of my thoughts on everyone…. Gage i am very torn about. Because he is the person i am closest to on a personal level but i think game wise he just is rlly desperate to not lose. I offered him a f2 on our last tribe which i do intend on keeping my word on, but then as soon as we merge i just felt kinda off about him? And he formed a new alliance with Szymon Rob and Conor and didnt say nothing to me or tried to include me. Szymon leaked it tho and so im like oh ok i see i see. I think he is trying to have his hand in everyones cookie jar, but knowing he wants everything is off putting from an ally stance. But also last night he opened up a bit with me and i think he genuinely does wanna work with me, just perhaps not with Daisy. so i am trying to figure out like what is the right move with Gage, is he someone who can actually commit? and will he defend me if people like rob or conor suggest voting me? idk, but i hope he would.

Daisy: my relationship with Daisy is really strong. I think we have a lot in common personally and game wise we mesh really well. Coming in from embb10 i wasnt sure how we would work together but so far so good. everyday she makes me laugh and i want to keep working with her. Supposedly people are painting us two as a duo but i also think if people targeted us they would choose Daisy over me at this point which means i can embrace and keep working with her however openly i wish. Daisy i think also wants to more so work with Szymon and Jules which is fine by me. I think us 3/4 can work really well, it’s just about finding the right time to possibly take a shot at someone.

Szymon: i wasnt sure how i felt about Szymon at the beginning. Sometimes i thought he was annoying, other times i just thought he was being himself which i sometimes just dont vibe with. But him being really honest about his opinions with people shows that he actually is someone i can work with. i am a blunt person and when others are willing to throw mud too, it means we can work well together. I think he is very eager to vote out Rob and also doesnt want to work with Gage which i’m not 100% sure what my plan is yet regarding both.

Rob: rob is a big threat but only because he is so blatantly talking to everyone. dont get me wrong Rob is a great guy, but he isn’t a great ally just because he talks to me. I also know that he has the idol and clearly I aint the top of his ally list since he didnt include me in the one with gage szymon and conor and he also didnt tell me about his idol. Also every inactive person talking to him is not good bc i dont want his farmer ass to let his sheep target me. I think Rob may go home very early and he wont even see it coming.

chips/brandan: we arent working together. that’s about it.

Conor: we became a bit closer during the swap but i certainly wouldnt say he is an ally. more like a neutral friend. i think conor plans on working with gage/rob/szymon. which doesnt include me. But i dont think he has many other connections such as with dylan or daisy or jules. so im not sure how much he’ll be doing anytime soon.

Lovelis: he seems pretty inactive. itll be interesting to see if i can use our pre-established friendship to kinda pull him in and work with him but i also dont know who he plans on working with or doing. very nice and everyone agrees when he is on he is fun to talk to, its just about activity levels and trying to see if he actually is here to play or not.

Dylan: I LIKE DYLAN. BUT HE ALSO LEFT ME ON READ FOR LIKE 16 HOURS NOW LMAO. He was super fun to talk to on our tribe game night, and then in pms but then he kinda ghosted me but continued to talk in the tribe chat. granted i got rlly sloppy drunk last night so when he was free to talk more i wasnt ;/ So ill be interested to see if we can keep vibing, im defnitely open to working with him bc he seems like he would be fun to strategize and work with, but we aren’t necessarily at that point yet.

Jules: juuuules!!!!! amazing, fantastic, the best. but also not the most active. im interested in working with her and i think she appreciates me being crazy and i appreciate her being crazy too. also she is the main reason i won this challenge SOOOOOO. I think me szymon and daisy have a great opportunity to work with her and form a tight 4 if thats the path we choose to go down. Jules is here for fun and to socialize with people and i think some people are off putted by that but i thinks its fine, i just hope we have fun doing crazy stuff together and not against one another :D

THATS IT! MY MERGE CAST ASSESSMENT.

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SO I WON IMMUNITY! HEHEHEHEHEHEHE WHICH IS KINDA EMBARRASING SINCE I ONLY ASKED 2 PEOPLE FOR THEIR WORDS, AND THEN DAISY/JULES/SZYMON GAVE ME THE REST. Honk honk i love sharing, this is what communism is all about! But being immune first is kinda a great thing because it really puts you in a firm spot and allows/forces people to strategize with you. since i am unsure if i can attend tribal/live night it also provides some much needed security early on. i am hoping chips goes home at this first tribal which seemingly everyone is on board with. And then id prefer brandan or lovelis to go in live night. But i think Szymon and Daisy will want to vote for Rob. I am not sure if i want to take that shot yet because it might hurt my chances of working with Gage, but also leaves several more inactive people in. if i was confident people like lovelis and brandan would follow rob out the door that would be one thing, but i think it would make people like conor/gage possibly start targeting szymon/daisy/myself and that isnt a good thing. especially if we can wait to f9, and have 5 directly on rob and he goes home and then theres less potential for us getting outvoted

Click HERE to watch Daisy’s Video!

Click HERE to watch Dylan G’s Video!

I know I have been sending only really text confessionals right now and I am REALLY sorry about that, since pretty much a lot of my life has FINALLY FUCKING CLEARED UP I can actually start doing them, butttt since I'm a procrastinator on all sense of the word I'm just gonna type something here and be done with it okay?

Anyways, MERRRRGGGEE! I am fucking SHOCKED that I have made it this far. Keep in mind I really don't think that I would have had any issues getting to the merge keep in mind. Other than the shit I was going through early game and then with some other stuff I feel relatively blessed to be here. I made some connections on my swapped tribe which helped me stay around, and then afterwards I pretty much like... I'm here! I wanted to try and win as many challenges as I could just to help me get by, but then again I'm not the most TALKATIVE person in the world so whatever, I'm planning on fixing that now.

ANYWAYS going into live night I am worried. I was playing three games at once including this WHILE working and BEFORE I got COVID so that was.... okay that wasn't really that fun but still WHATEVER I TRIED GURL OKAY? And from the looks of it the first round should be easy with a relative chips boot which I am fine with. The second round though? That's where the primary issue lies. The only name I heard relative to that is potentially lovealis which I am down with. I got Jules who is a Brandan STAN, my Coco loco alliance with daisy/szymon, and other connections I have made with people like rob. Since after Chips leaves we're in the Final 10 during live night that's easier for my mental sanity. and with me/daisy/szymon/rob/jules, that is already HALF the votes. So I feel... good.

I did not succeed at the social queen immunity.

A social queen i am not.

I was told the vote would be me... so I packed my bags.

Then... a LONG time later they want to blindside Rob. I say okay, I'm down knowing I trust no one so trying to hold on to my smallest sliver of hope that this isn't an elaborate lie.

Then we get live round! If I make it that far I'm ready to party!

Click HERE to watch Gage’s Video!

Click HERE to watch Rob’s Final Words

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Rob is voted out 6-3-1. He becomes the first member of our jury. We then have LIVE NIGHT! At live night, Lovelis goes home 9-1 and becomes the second member of our jury.

Watch the Cast Assessment for this Episode and last Episode below:

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shannaraisles · 7 years ago

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Her Beacon And Her Shield - Chapter 8

It was a peculiarity of the Haven Chantry that candlesticks were only used in the chapel proper. In the war room, once the Revered Mother's quarters, an entire sideboard was devoted to candles, stood randomly in groups of three or four, set in place by the spilled wax of their predecessors. When one burned out, it was customary to set its successor in the molten remains, thus adding to the accumulation obscuring the original surface. It was a habit that seemed to deeply offend the Herald of Andraste, but not even her fussy habits could make a difference.

Cullen sighed as he set a new candle in place, a faint smile touching his weary features at the memory of the disgusted glance Amelia gave the sideboard every time she entered here. She was probably itching to clean it up, but she'd had no time or opportunity to do so. Oh, Amelia ... Their rooms in the Gallows had been spotless, lovingly maintained in a state of order and cleanliness he had never developed a knack for in his personal spaces. But he had appreciated the lack of clutter and dust, once he'd learned just where everything was kept. It may have seemed a small thing to her, but the order with which she helped him begin and end each day had been a balm to his troubled spirit.

He blinked out of his thoughts, pinching the bridge of his nose as he returned to the great map. His sleep last night had been disturbed, old nightmares coming to the fore once more to torment his mind and soul. They were easier to bear with lyrium, but he did not want to always be reliant on the stuff. Amelia's insistence on weaning him slowly off it had negated many of the unpleasant side effects he had been suffering alone with his ill-fated attempt to never touch the blue again. She had started him on just half the dose he had been taking in the days before he walked away from being a templar, and now, four months on, his daily philter had been reduced to just a fraction of that, a mouthful swallowed with the dawn every day. Oh, the pains still came, and likely always would, hitting him worst when he pushed himself too hard, or allowed fear and anger to ferment too long in his mind. Yet they were not so severe as they had been before his wife's gentle assumption of responsibility for overcoming his addiction. He could work through these pains, his mind still clear enough to trust in his ability to make decisions, his hand steady enough to bear a sword or write his orders. The nightmares, too, would never leave him entirely - he had seen too much, suffered too much, to ever expect to be free of them. But he had ways to cope with those sleepless nights, no longer too afraid to even attempt sleep. As he recalled, they had been easiest to bear when Amelia slept in his arms, but that was an intimacy he was not ready to venture yet. There were so many words still unspoken between them. It would take more than wishful thinking to clear the air and truly begin again.

His fingertips touched the owl marker on the map - her marker. Her last reported position had been in the foothills of the Frostbacks two days ago, making good time back to Haven in the wake of what sounded like a truly horrifying experience in Redcliffe. Time magic, demon armies ... Amelia's report had come by messenger, and that sheaf of parchment had made for sobering reading. She had left nothing out, including a graphic description of his own death in that dark future. As if he needed any more reason to despise red lyrium and those who moved it.

He had not been happy with Leliana's plan in the first place, and it had nothing to do with his frustration at the blindingly obvious necessity of removing the magister. He had spoken at some length on his objections - shouted was a more honest description - accusing the Nightingale of everything from deliberately withholding information to actively having a hand in the magister's presence in Redcliffe in the first place. But what had really set him off was her cavalier attitude to putting Amelia directly into danger. I will not allow you to send my wife blindly into harm's way ... or words to that effect. The thought of Amelia trapped in that impregnable castle, subject to torture and death at the hands of a Tevinter magister, had sent him over the edge from rational argument into blind panic. To her credit, Leliana had let him rant and rave, and then quietly punctured his rage by suggesting that he warn his wife of the trap in an addendum to her raven-sent missive. In response, he had fumbled his way through an apology, only to have her dismiss it with a laugh and a comment that it was good to see him caring for more than tents, swords, and drills. Come to think of it, Josephine and Leliana had been smiling at him a lot since that meeting.

The situation in Redcliffe had changed everything. Whatever the templars were doing at Therinfal Redoubt, there was a clear threat brewing at the hands of Gereon Alexius. It had to be dealt with, and if their intervention meant destroying all hope of approaching the templars, then so be it. Cullen wasn't at peace with the decision, feeling as though he had betrayed his brothers and sisters in the Order, though he knew there had been no choice. Setting Amelia's life into the hands of another Tevinter mage, despite the sound strategy of it, had not sat well with him either. Even though it had proved to be the right decision, he did not like this Dorian Pavus' proximity to the Herald of Andraste. To his wife. The man was too smooth, too charming, too handsome. He had his own agenda, and it worried Cullen to think of Amelia being hurt by some heedless scheme.

Not as much, however, as the decision Amelia had been forced into at Redcliffe. He had warned her against presuming to speak for the Inquisition, but given the circumstances, he knew he could not blame her too much. The presence of King Alistair and Queen Anora was intimidating enough, and the threat of violence had clearly been all too real. But a full alliance ... Maker's breath. Did she know what she'd done? The mages had already proved that they could not be trusted with their own freedom, and yet she had offered them a full alliance with the Inquisition, with no restrictions on their movements or activities. An offer witnessed by the King and Queen of Ferelden, no less, denying any hope of inserting some cautionary clause into the agreement. It was a disaster in the making ...

He stopped his thoughts before they could spiral out of control. Not every mage was like Uldred. Amelia was his proof of that. Each time he found his fears escalating, he reminded himself of the mage who had shared his life intimately for three years. Uldred was the exception, not the rule. Amelia knew mages. She had to have her reasons for this decision she had dragged them all into.

Reasons he would soon hear, it seemed, as the sound of cheering penetrated the thick silence. Haven only cheered like that for their Herald. He pushed away from the map, making his way out into the chapel proper. It was no surprise to find Josephine and Leliana already there, still discussing the pros and cons of their new alliance.

"... there will be alarm at the freedom we have offered the mages," Josephine was saying in a cautionary tone. "We will need to convince our noble allies of the wisdom in this arrangement."

"The nobles see all mages as a threat," Leliana said dismissively. "I do not see the need to impose restrictions on our new allies, They have already tasted the danger of giving anyone too much say in their affairs."

"The danger is not a matter for debate," Cullen told her yet again, coming to stand with them as the doors opened to admit Amelia, Cassandra, and the Tevinter mage, Dorian Pavus. "There is an increased risk of abominations so close to the Breach. We must be prepared."

"If we rescind the offer of an alliance, it makes the Inquisition appear incompetent, at best," Josephine pointed out warily. "Tyrannical, at worst."

"I said nothing of rescinding the offer," he said patiently, looking to the newcomers as they joined the discussion. "I am simply restating my concerns about mages with no oversight in such close proximity to a tear in the Veil."

"There will be oversight, commander," Cassandra assured him confidently. "Though we will have to mediate for a time, I believe, until a balance is found."

"What are you talking about, Cassandra?" Leliana frowned curiously.

"The Herald can explain better than I," the Seeker said, nodding toward Amelia. "I may not fully agree with her decision, but I support it."

Cullen's own curiosity focused on Amelia. She looked exhausted, heartsick, her eyes moving hungrily over his face even as he caught her gaze. She swallowed at the sudden attention, clearly her throat to speak.

"I have ... arranged oversight for the mages," she told them, her voice hoarse from her dry throat. "Cullen is right - there is an increased risk. I would like to believe all mages share my belief in peace, my self-control, but I am not so foolish as to think they all do. So the night before we left Redcliffe ... I sent a raven to Therinfal Redoubt."

"The Lord Seeker will not have read that message," Leliana warned her. "But thank you for explaining the whereabouts of my bird."

"I didn't send it to the Lord Seeker," Amelia said wearily.

"Then ... to whom did you send your message?" Josephine asked the obvious question, though she seemed more concerned about the way the mage was leaning heavily on her staff than the content of the conversation.

"To Ser Delrin Barris," Amelia elaborated. She looked at their confused faces, sighing through her tired smile. "In Val Royeaux, one templar objected to the assault on Mother Hevara; one templar questioned the Lord Seeker's actions. I asked Varric to use his people and discover his name for me. And the message I sent was very simple - I offered sanctuary within the Inquisition for any templar unwilling to follow Lucius, any templar who wants peace. Four days ago, I got a reply."

"Ser Barris believes the officers of the Order have been corrupted," Cassandra took up the tale. "He circulated the Herald's offer among those in the ranks whom he trusts, and reports that some forty are marching to Haven to join the Inquisition."

"So few," Josephine murmured, but Cullen was fighting the urge to hoot with delight. Amelia had done what he had been afraid to do without the agreement of all, offering a chance to the templars trapped within the Order who were loyal to Thedas. All right, so it was going to mean there would be an escalation in tension in Haven for a while, but he could deal with that.

"Why?" Leliana was demanding. "Why would you do this?"

"Because the templars deserve a chance," Amelia answered her. "Because we need people who can counter magic gone wrong, just in case. And because I believe it will take both mages and templars to close the Breach. Solas doesn't like it, but he agrees with my reasoning."

The Nightingale frowned deeply, crossing her arms over her chest. "Explain."

Amelia sighed once again. "We need power, yes," she said calmly. "But we also need control. Mages are used to channeling their energy through a staff - asking a group to focus their power into my hand has no guarantee of success. Templars cannot create it, but they can focus magical energy toward a certain place. I've seen them do it - taking hold of a released spell and sending it harmlessly away from them. Mages can provide the power we need; templars can ensure that I am the focus of it. Power and control, not one or the other."

"The idea has merit in more than one sense," Josephine spoke into the thoughtful silence that followed. "Cooperation in adversity often overcomes prejudices. If both mages and templars work together to seal the Breach, there will be the potential for a more lasting peace between them."

"The voice of pragmatism speaks," Dorian piped up, earning himself a rather hard look from Cullen. The mage had his hand on Amelia's shoulder, and the commander was trying very hard not to reach out and snatch it away from her. "Or is it fatalism? I can never recall the difference."

"Closing the Breach is our goal," Cassandra declared, defiantly looking Leliana in the eye. "I approve."

Leliana considered Amelia for a long moment, no hint of what she was thinking behind her steely gaze. Then she turned to Cullen. "Well, commander? Can you keep the peace with the war now transferred to within our own ranks?"

Despite his elation at this unexpected turn of events, Cullen could still foresee the potential for disaster. "We will have to keep a tight rein on both groups," he said thoughtfully. "But attitudes will change in close ranks. There may be a few expulsions in the first weeks, but the ultimate goal is peace. Yes, I believe this will work."

"Then we have consensus, for the first time." Leliana nodded, her eyes flickering back to Amelia. "But next time, Herald ... a discussion before you act."

"I didn't have a lot of room for finesse, Leliana," Amelia responded mildly. "But as you wish."

Finally the Left Hand cracked a smile. "You did well," she conceded, a hint of warmth in her usually level tone. "It was not what any of us might have done, but ... perhaps Andraste might have, in your position."

"I would never presume to have the wisdom of Andraste," Amelia demurred, but she was touched by the compliment, Cullen could tell. "Templars and mages are going to require a great deal of untainted lyrium," she added tentatively. "I ... made contacts in the Hinterlands who can help."

"Contacts, meaning smugglers," Cassandra clarified, her expression disapproving.

Leliana, however, looked impressed. "Send them word," she told Amelia. "We need every advantage."

"We do have legitimate lyrium supply lines already," Cullen felt obliged to point out.

"And they don't need to hear of this," Leliana countered with a wry quirk of her brow.

Josephine sighed, but her eyes were bright at the thought of another challenge for her diplomacy skills. "Keep it under the table," the ambassador suggested. "I'll do what I can to quiet rumors."

That settled, Leliana's expression grew grave. "We should look into the things you saw in this dark future," she said seriously. "The assassination of Empress Celene, a demon army. It is troubling."

"Sounds like something a Tevinter cult might do," Dorian interjected lightly, watching Cullen's face with an expression that made the commander feel deeply uncomfortable. What was the man looking for? "Orlais falls, the Imperium rises. Chaos for everyone."

"One battle at a time." Cullen broke in to avoid the inevitable debate. "It's going to take time to organize our troops, and settle the animosity between our new mages and templars. Let's take this into the war room," he suggested, his gaze softening as he met Amelia's eyes. "Join us. None of this means anything without you."

"And I'd thought to sit out the assault on the Breach," she sighed, a bright smile cracking her dejected expression almost instantly. "Take a nap, maybe go for a walk."

Cullen found himself chuckling at her tease, glad her spirit hadn't been broken in Redcliffe. "What is it they say? No rest for the wicked."

"I'm not wicked," she objected in amusement. "I'm mildly naughty, at best."

"Enough!" It was Josephine's turn to step in, laughing as she waved a hand between them. An argument between Herald and commander could go on for hours - who knew how long they could banter for? "Meet us there, Lady Trevelyan, when you're ready."

In spite of his levity, Cullen scowled when Dorian pulled Amelia aside, keeping her from following immediately. The man caught his scowl, throwing a delighted smile back at him before the door to the war room swung shut once more. What did that Tevinter have to smile about? All right, yes, in all probability he had saved Amelia's life, and consequently the world, but surely that was no reason to look so smug. Jealousy was not an attractive trait, he knew, but the level of familiarity between Amelia and Pavus set his teeth on edge. Was she having second thoughts about continuing their marriage?

Thankfully, she was quick to join them, bending her head over the map as Leliana and Josephine brought her up to speed on what had been happening in her absence. She had changed in the months since the Conclave, no longer shy of speaking up with her thoughts in these meetings. He had noticed that they all had begun to look for her opinion on a given course of action; her preference decided what they would do. Her contact with the templars showed a degree of confidence that had been lacking until now. She had seen a solution and taken it, trusting her own instincts, rather than seeking out the tedium of circular debate. He was proud of her; proud of the woman she had become, proud to be able to call himself her friend ... and, perhaps someday, he would be able to call himself her husband once more.

His thoughts wandered as he watched her talk with Josephine and Leliana, admiring her fondly in silence. She had filled out a little on the regular meals the Inquisition provided, some of her softness returning to compliment the toned strength of her core, hidden beneath her fitted armor. There had always been intelligence in her eyes to catch his attention, but she was learning quickly to grasp strategy after months of war room meetings, able to spot flaws he missed from his own perspective. Her smile came more readily as she relaxed into her position, sharing her humor with those she considered her friends. A lock of hair had fallen into her face; his fingers twitched against the pommel of his sword, wanting to tuck it back just for an excuse to touch her. Would she lean into that touch, the way she had before, or would she shake it away? Would she ever welcome him into her arms again?

"... commander?"

"What?" With a start, he realized he should have been paying attention, snapping his gaze back to the map under Leliana's knowing smirk. "I'll begin preparations to march on the summit," he said, hoping it was an appropriate response. "Maker willing, both templars and mages will grant us victory."

"Indeed." That smirk of Leliana's was going to make him blush, he was sure. "Then I think we are done for now. The scouts will need time on the mountain, and in any case, we have to wait for our new allies to arrive."

That was all they could do, for now. As they slipped away to their own business, Amelia hung back, catching Cullen's hand as he passed her. He turned ... and quite suddenly she was in his arms, hungry lips fastened to his own in a kiss he had not dared to even imagine, much less look for. But, oh, how he had missed this. The clutch of her fingers in his hair, the ease with which his arms found their place about her waist, frustrated by the separation of his armor and hers between them as she drank desperately from him. She was still soft, still tender, still tasting faintly of berries as she slanted her mouth beneath his, demanding affection that he willingly gave, losing himself to the heady sensation of his wife in his arms. And just as suddenly, the kiss was over, leaving him breathless and bereft as he looked into her flushed face.

"I just ... needed to know," she whispered, her gloved fingers stroking against his cheek for a brief moment before she drew away, disappearing through the door to leave him staring at the wall in complete privacy.

She'd kissed him. He'd kissed her. The first kiss in over a year, and still she could make him lose his mind in moments. And to pull away ... she had held all the power, and exercised it, and he had not felt the need to take charge as he once had. But ... needed to know what, he wondered. What had she been so desperate to know that had needed a kiss to confirm? And, more importantly ... how in the name of Andraste's frilly undies was he supposed to concentrate now?

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