give credit i guess

anonymous asked:

I think we should have a rule that everyone has to wait a month to start discourse about anything. You're one of the people stopping me from giving up on playing Dream Daddy out of sheer exhaustion. It just came out, I didn't think I'd be so tired of the discourse this early, and yet... I was so excited for it too and now I'm just tired

MAN, I’m really sorry discourse as affected you this way…this is such a lovely game

this discourse comes mostly from the fact some people can’t read nor give credit where it’s due and others I guess they just really hate the grumps, which I have say it before, people handle the bad stuff they do in different ways and that’s okay as long as you’re not hurting anybody (like that piece of nothing who pirated it the game, that is doing a bad and they know it)
 
I think you and me should just.. enjoy it. I mean, I’m not hurting anybody, I find comfort and happiness in this game, my face hurt from smiling so much when I play it! 
Please!! it’s a great game! ignore the fandom! ignore people! enjoy a game that could probably make you very happy! 
and have a great day!!!

Why the SPN mixtape scene from 12x19 is screenwriting gold, and should be taught to the next generations of screenwriters everywhere - analysis

20 seconds. Two lines of dialogue, three gestures, a couple more camera angles. Episode 19, season 12 of a genre TV show “Supernatural”. A single strike of screenwriting and cinematic genius. The mixtape scene.

Robert Berens and Meredith Glynn, I bow before you.

This scene should be used as an example for future screenwriters how you can put maximum of meaning into minimal time and dialogue. Should be analyzed and taught at universities everywhere, how to achieve the most using the least. How to write for TV, where you only have less than an hour to built something spectacular.

WOW.

Let’s just peel off all the layers of these 20 seconds of footage and these 13 words. 13 WORDS.

(Cas knocks, Dean doesn’t say anything. Cas opens the door, apologizes for disturbing Dean in his room, and then takes a cassette tape out of his left inside coat pocket, and puts it on the desk, while tapping the label on it that says “Deans (sic!) top 13 Zepp traxx”.)

Cas: Um, I just wanted to return this.

Dean: It’s a gift. You keep those.

13 tracks. 13 words. The future. So number thirteen is important for the future. I mean, are you trying to tell us something here, writers?

(Dean takes the tape, oustreches his arm, and gives it back to Cas. We see Cas’ hand grabbing the tape, and taking it back.)

That tiny scene is ENORMOUS from the perspective of the narrative and the characterization. Let’s see what we can get out of it. (Prepare yourself: it’s gonna be long. Damn, how much meta can you write based on 20 seconds of television and two lines of dialogue?) (Hint: A lot.)

Keep reading

We need art theft awareness because when I ask someone to remove my art, they respond, “Yeah I saw that it said Do No Repost in your bio, but I thought others would like to see it (my art).” Respect the artist’s wishes kids. Please.

Happy Peeta Sunday!

Here’s a little Peeta eye candy to brighten your day!

That Jaw

Those Eyes

Dear Lord, The Hair 

Those Arms

That Stare

The Shy Smile

The Total Package

Hwarang :: Sam Maek Jong x Reader :: Part II

Thanks to everyone who waited and sent me nice encouraging messages! :) I felt bad for making you all wait so I made sure this chapter was extra long! 6505 words for you! I hope you enjoy :) 

Read Part 1 here!



The sun seeps through the translucent film of the screen walls, it was warm. Really, really warm. I opened my eyes and I realized that the heat was not only radiating off the rising sun but also from Ji Dwi who was cuddled at my side. His arm was folded under my head, serving as a pillow while his other arm was wrapped around my waist holding me close to his body. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks at his close proximity, his chin rested on top of my head while mine was nestled into his neck. He was so warm and cuddly…if only I could see his cute sleeping face. Carefully and very slowly I peel myself away to get a peep but instead I received a surprise when his grip tightened and pulled me closer into his chest. “Just stay for a moment longer,” he mumbles into my hair. I smile into the collar of his hanbok, “I wasn’t leaving. I just wanted to see your face.” At that he shifts lower so that we were face to face. Being so close I could admire how perfect his face really was. From his long lashes, perfectly round almond eyes, sharp sculpted jaw and shaped eyebrows. “Wow,” I breathed out loud which he smirks at, “What’s wrong? First time seeing a handsome man?” I roll my eyes, quickly turning over so that he faced my back. His breath fans across my neck as he chuckled, “I’m just teasing.” “No, you’re just annoying,” I correct as his arms found their way around my form again, pulling me back towards him, “And really cuddly” I muse allowing him to nuzzle his nose against my ear. “We should get up. It won’t be long before the intensive training starts to prepare you for that stupid…really stupid unnecessary spar in a weeks time,” I explain but it falls on deaf ears since he made no effort to pull away. “Ji Dwi!” I whine with a laugh trying to sit up but the man-child was not having it as he playfully flops on top of me. “G-Get off! Stop!” I scream with giggles in between the kisses he placed on my face and along my neck. Let’s just say it was a very compromising position to get caught in when the wooden door flew open to reveal a very alarmed and ‘ready to kill a man’ aura radiating off of Seyeo. Besides the embarrassing situation it was funny to see his shocked face with his sword ready in his hand when he realized what he interrupted. “I told you it was time to get up,” I teasingly scold Ji Dwi which he replies with a small smile. He rolls off of me and into a seated position then he proceeded to stare intensively at Seyeo, almost impatiently waiting for him to leave. “Seyeo, you are going to catch flies if you don’t close your mouth,” I casually say with a stretch. To my surprise, he doesn’t even reply or say a sarcastic remark before turning on his heel and hastily running off to god knows where. “Now where were we…” Ji Dwi hums, gently pushing me back onto the floor. “Hmmm…waking up to go to practice?” I suggest which he immediately tuts at, “Then what?” I smile knowingly as he lowers his face towards mine, planting a firm and sweet kiss onto my forehead. He pulls back slightly and looks up with knotted brows as if in deep thought, “I can’t seem to remember.” “Wow…such a dork. Just kiss me properly,” impatiently I cup his cheeks to pull him forwards. “Okay,” he agrees planting a kiss onto my nose. “Not there.” “Over here?” he inquires placing one onto my cheek. “No!” I laugh squishing his cheeks. “How about here?” he tries again with my other cheek. “Ji Dwi!” “One more try?” he chuckles, finally placing a firm one onto my lips. I laugh hugging his neck tightly, “I wish we could wake up every morning like this.” He nods in agreement, “I’m sure I can do something to make that happen.” “Then I’ll look forward to it! But let’s get you to practice now, okay?”

-

I join beside Seyeo who was watching the Hwarang set up for their sword practice. “So this is where you ran off to,” I tease taking a seat closely beside him. The male rolls his eyes and pulls out a parchment of crispy rice from his hanbok. “I wanted to surprise you with your favourite but I guess you surprised me instead. You know you could’ve told me so I wouldn’t have barged in like that!” I burst out laughing, realizing how embarrassed he was about the whole over deal, “You know we didn’t do anything right?” He breathes out almost in relief, not before quickly snapping a, “Yeah you better haven’t done anything!” I groan at his brotherly protectiveness, but all was forgotten when I remembered the crispy rice in my lap. Which I happily and quickly ate. Taking my last bite the Hwarang finally started their more intensiveness training in preparation to the fight taking place next week. Seyeo whistled beside me, “Wew, look at your man go!” I look up to find Ji Dwi showing off some really impressive moves, “Oh shut up you!” “Oh, he’s looking his way!” Seyeo exclaims excitedly and with no shame started waving at Ji Dwi which caused the corner of his lips to pull up. Not missing a beat Ji Dwi flashes me a wink before focusing on his sparring partner. “Oh what a cutie,” Seyeo sighs mockingly which I easily ignored since growing up with this annoying child that seemed to be the best option to shut him up. Observing the Hwarang carefully it was obvious as to who were the most skilled of the group, and much to my dismay I could easily tell that the sweet younger member, Han Sung, struggled to keep up. He wasn’t particularly horrible, he just needed a bit more practice. It was difficult to watch his sword constantly fly out of his grip since in a real situation that would’ve meant that he died…at least seven times in the last fifteen minutes. I couldn’t possibly watch him get killed at the sparring event, sending him with his current skills would just be suicide. So by the end of practice I thought of a solution to help Han Sung out, and importantly not to accidently hurt his feelings.

As the males started to put away their swords on their respective racks I walk towards Han Sung who sat defeated on the dirt ground. He was panting and out of breath but what took me back were the tears that started to well in his eyes. “Han Sung, you did great today!” I smile patting his head gently. He looks up with a pout, “Really?” I hum in agreement, “Of course! I was actually wondering if you could show me a few moves.” He blinks in confusion, “But you are already so good. I saw you the other day beating the other Princess and Ji Dwi.” He had me there, I guess I should give him a little more credit for being sharp when he wanted to. After a short moment of silence I nervously scratch at my temple, “But there’s always room for improvement right Han Sung?” Which to that he nods with his usual bright large smile. I nod contently, “Now that’s the spirit! Come on teach me something!”

Sam Maek POV

After practice I was looking forward to spend some time with (Y/n) seeing that we had the day off to relax. Apparently, it was part of the new practice regimen, practice intensively for three hours straight and rest for the remainder of the day. However, she seemed to be occupied. After putting away my practice sword I walked towards her usual observing spot but only her personal care taker was there. I follow Seok Hyeon’s line of vision to see (Y/n) gently patting Han Sung’s head. “What’s she doing?” I ask curiously plopping down beside Seok Hyeon. He cocks his head a bit in acknowledgement of my presence and explained, “(Y/n) couldn’t stand watching Han Sung fight like that. She knows he’s going to get hurt or worse, killed, at the spar so she’s trying to help him practice. Obviously without being obvious that he sucks.” I chuckle at the situation, that was something she would do, “So even when the situation is so dire she’s scared to hurt his feelings?” Seok Hyeon laughed with a scoff, “Yeah, so she’s using the excuse of asking him if he could show her some of his awesome moves.” I watch her and I found myself smiling like usual. From the way she watches Han Sung lovingly, the elegant sword movements, how she tenderly held Han Sung’s arms to help him get in proper position…it was all so perfect. She is definitely the Queen every Kingdom was waiting for. “Hmm…you are staring intensively are you jealous of the boy?” Seok Hyeon mused and I chuckle at that, “What? No of course not.” “That’s good. She already made up her mind that she wont be marrying the King so if that doesn’t prove her loyalty to you then I don’t know what will.” For once I broke my gaze from (Y/n) to look at Seok Hyeon with evident shock, “She said that?” To which he nodded at, staring intensively into my own eyes, “She told me that after her fourth encounter with you. She is extremely fond of you. You know if you end up hurting her I will kill you.” I chuckle at his threat, “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her, ever.” “I’m serious. I will kill you…excruciatingly slowly and painfully. Like I will skin you piece by piece,” Seok Hyeon explains never breaking eye contact. I was glad that (Y/n) has someone like him to watch over her, she was strong and smart but it put me at ease knowing that there will always be Seok Hyeon closely beside her to protect her if I wasn’t there. If she ever needed protecting that is, everyone here knows she’s deadly with her bare hands, let alone with a blade. Well maybe everyone but Han Sung as I could see how excited he was on the field to show (Y/n) some of his moves. “Look (Y/n)! I will teach you this move next!” The young Hwarang will exclaim before presenting some very off technique slash, which would then follow a, “Oh what if we did this instead? I think it would be much cooler!” (Y/n) would add just as excitedly. Call me blinded by love but she was absolutely perfect no matter what light you shine on her there was no imperfection to be seen. I didn’t even realize that they stopped sparring until the Princess started walking towards me. No wait towards Seok Hyeon. I wasn’t upset or anything. “Seyeo! Do you mind if you could go get Han Sung some jerky from town for doing so great?” She asks with a hand on Seok Hyeon’s shoulder, which he immediately accepts and gets up. Now that he was gone I look up from my seated position to see her smiling at me, “What’s up with your face?” “W-What’s wrong with my face?” I nervously ask attempting to cover it with my long sleeves which caused her to giggle and pull my hand away. “You look bothered, Ji Dwi.” Which I immediately reply with, “Why does he have a cute nickname?” (Y/n) snorts and slaps me upside the head, “Don’t be like that…my King~” she sings planting a soft kiss onto my cheek. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears and my heart skipping a beat at what she just called me. I couldn’t even reply as she quickly gets up and returns to help with Han Sung’s training. If only she knew the weight of her words.

Normal POV

Now knowing Han Sung’s strengths it was easy to help him hone into techniques that he could naturally execute. To be very honest I was just as out of breath as he was, “Do you want to take a break Han Sung?” He excitedly shakes his head with a gigantic grin plastered on his face, “No I’m having so much fun! We can take a break once Seok Hyeon is back with the jerky!” I return his smile genuinely happy that he was finally getting into the spirit of sword fighting and finding his confidence, “Okay, that sounds like a plan!”

Practice ensued for probably half an hour more before Seyeo returned with a large parchment of jerky, probably enough to fill up the entire Hwarang. Sitting under the shade of a tree I asked Han Sung to start unpacking the food while I went to invite Ji Dwi over to join us. To my surprise he had plans, “Sorry, I have to go see someone. But I will see you in the evening okay?” I frown but nodded nonetheless, “Okay…sorry that I didn’t get to spend more time with you on your day off.” He chuckles at that and combs my hair back with his long slender fingers, “Don’t be sorry. You were working hard with Han Sung. Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tonight.” Reluctantly I pull away from his embrace to allow him to go on about his day, “Bye be safe, okay?” To which he nodded with that charming smile. By the time I made it back to Han Sung he was already happily enjoying his share of jerky. I plop down beside him in the shade, safe away from the blazing afternoon sun. It was a nice comfortable silence that enveloped us, so I was quite taken aback when Han Sung spoke up suddenly. “Thank you for helping me,” he shyly smiles scratching his cheek, “I know you were just trying to help me and it makes me really happy.” It’s not even an understatement if I said that my heart just about exploded. “Han Sung…it’s no problem at all. I wanted to help you. I don’t like seeing you upset over something so trivial like sword fighting.” He pulls a funny face, something between a pout and a smile, “Can I tell you a secret?” I quietly nod and he sighs, nibbling on his jerky. “I wished I was born a half blood instead of my brother.” My heart swells up at his confession, “May you tell me the reason why?” “He’s great at everything unlike me…but he isn’t allowed to do anything because of his blood. While I have the blood but I’m useless I can’t do anything right. Maybe if he was the true blood our family’s lineage wouldn’t disappear. God knows it’s going to end with me.” “Oi! You aren’t allowed to speak of yourself like that!” I scolded with a frown, “You will succeed if you keep trying hard and so will your brother! I promise, once I take my throne I will remove all hierarchy and allow anyone to work at the palace as long as they are passionate and hard working. Please continue to try your hardest with your brother, the time will come very soon.” Han Sung’s face lights up, “Wow so cool!” I laugh and pat his head gently, “No…it’s the right thing to do and about time. Blood shouldn’t decipher what an individual can or cannot do. Their actions should be accounted not something that no one has control over, like blood lineage.” He male hums with a closed eye smile, “I can’t wait for you to rule then. Serving you would be really fun with my brother, (Y/n).” I tut at that, “Silly, you won’t be serving me. We are equals, friends even. I just wish for everyone to work along side one another…no serving of any sorts.” “Ji Dwi is very lucky to have you love him (Y/n),” Han Sung suddenly states changing the topic. “J-Ji Dwi?” He hums with a nod in approval, “Although the King would miss out on someone like you, you make Ji Dwi very happy and he’s usually like a rock.” I laugh at that, “Like a rock?” Han Sung nods and joins in with the laughter. “I’m glad you are feeling better, Han Sung. Shall we continue to train for the days coming?” The male nods happily, “I would love that!” “Alright then. Just on one condition, always try your best.” With that we sealed our deal with our pinkies.

Sam Maek POV

Even though it was tempting to stay with (Y/n) and Han Sung I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling I had that I needed to talk to my mother. Although our talks usually end up fruitless I still found myself trying to reason with her anyways. I walk into the empty throne room to see her perched on her throne…my throne. “Sam Maek, what are you doing here?” she asks surprised at my random visit, “It’s still light outside someone can see you.” “Mother, I wasn’t happy with you trying to marry me off to one of the Princesses, but I made my decision,” I say ignoring her previous inquiries. Mother chuckles softly covering her mouth, “Oh Sam Maek…” she coos getting up from her seat. She started talking again once she walked up to me, “You never had a choice as to whom you were going to marry.” She says with knotted eyebrows but I knew her enough to know that there was no concern behind her actions. “Then why did you bring Princess (Y/n) here if you wanted me to marry my sister.” She smiles shaking her head, “I honestly thought she would just make Princess Sook Myung look even better, besides a friendship to guarantee an alliance with Goguryeo is intelligent. I’m surprised that you could take a liking to someone like Princess (Y/n).” My blood started to boil but I knew I had to keep my anger at bay, “Emotions aside, marrying Princess (Y/n) makes perfect sense. It creates a stronger alliance with the Kingdom of Goguryeo. Your narrow minded decisions has lead Silla to being the smallest of the three Kingdoms.” Mother furrows her eyebrows and reaches out a hand to cup my cheek, “Get rid of such silly thoughts regarding Princess (Y/n). It’s not going to happen. You are to marry Princess Sook Myung and it’s not up for discussion.” I turn my head away from her touch, it felt toxic, “For my entire life I obeyed your every order, however this time I cannot follow through of what you ask of me. You can send me away again, isolate me, deprive me of my throne, but you will not take her away from me.”

The walk back to the Hwarang house took longer than it should have, maybe because I took my time thinking about the event that just unfolded. The talks with Mother were usually like this but I felt uneasy that I told her so much about my feelings. She was controlling and consumed by fear which makes the most dangerous of people. “I missed you!” The sweet voice I learned to love called out. I look up from the ground to see a small blur running towards me, instantaneously engulfing me into a bone crushing hug. “I know you were only gone for only a few hours but I missed you already…can we go to Okta together? A bunch of the Hwarang are going!” she grins up at me excitedly. I gaze into her large round eyes and I found myself smiling as well, “I will accompany you anywhere, but I think it’s better if we stay inside tonight if that’s alright with you.” Without further questioning she nods contently and pulls me along to the small pond located at the back of the Hwarang house. I lower myself and sat down on the rocky surface beside the water, “Come here,” I softly coo pulling her into my lap. She quietly snuggles herself into my hanbok and rests her cheek against my shoulder.

Normal POV

Being so cozy and warm I started to drift off, but the nagging feeling regarding how strangely Ji Dwi was acting tugged at the back of my mind. “You know if something is bothering you Ji Dwi, you can tell me. I’m here to listen.” He momentarily remains silent threading his slender fingers through my locks, it took a few seconds of silence before he collected his thoughts and found his words, “I’m alright…just promise me one thing, okay?” I lift my face away from his neck to clearly into his face, it was obvious that something was tugging at the back of his head as well, “That really depends on the promise. If I can’t keep it I won’t lie to you.” He chuckles at that, “What I ask of you is quite simple, I wish for you to stay on Hwarang property. If you leave I will personally accompany you. That’s all I ask.” His proposal was strange indeed. It wasn’t something he would usually say, especially since he clearly knows how capable I am of protecting myself. “I have to be accompanied by you? Not even Seok Hyeon?” I inquire causing Ji Dwi to immediately nod his head, “I know you are capable of protecting yourself but I need you to do this for me. Please.” I silently nod, wrapping my arms around his now relaxed form, “Thank you (Y/n).” He strokes my back in slow circles, relaxing me enough to doze off.

I lost count of time, only realizing that it’s evening when the sun started to set into the horizon. Pulling back from Ji Dwi I stretch popping multiple joints, and I groan contently at the shift of tight muscles in my back. “Sorry I fell asleep,” I groggily chuckle getting off his probably now numb lap. Ji Dwi softly smiles, “That’s alright. I don’t mind being your pillow if that means that you are well rested.” I scoff with a shy smile in response, “No matter how sweet that was it was also excruciatingly cheesy.” Holding out my hand Ji Dwi takes it and pulls himself up and I was definitely correct about his legs being numb. The next second I knew we were both tumbling into the pond screaming, although the screaming didn’t last long as loud hearty laughter took over almost instantly. “You should’ve seen your face!” I exclaim pinching his cheek between by thumb and index. A mischievous glint sparkled in his chocolate brown eyes, before I could warn him not to he scooped water into his hands and splashed my face with it. “Bleh! Don’t you guys clean your bloody laundry with this water?” I spat but it was fruitless as he ignored my complaint and legitimately showered me. “Oh you’re on!” I growl tackling him into the pond where he slips and ended up pulling me along with him. “I’m soaking wet thanks to you!” I frown, “I just took a shower a few hours ago too…” “Come then let’s go take one together,” he winks cheekily causing a loud gasp to leave my wide hanging jaw, “Aish! Ji Dwi ah you can’t just say those things!” I stutter evidently flustered by his dirty teasing. He chuckles softly, caressing my cheek with the pad of his thumb, “You are so innocent it’s adorable.” “What? No!” I shake my head vigorously, “It’s all your fault for thinking such impure thoughts!” Throwing the blame onto him I cover my flushed face with the now wet sleeves of my hanbok. “Well we are going to get married no? Won’t we do so eventually? I’m just suggesting a head start,” he smiles innocently and I shake my head with a tut, “Please say you are joking!” Ji Dwi chuckles and leans forward, planting a soft warm kiss onto my forehead, “I’m just teasing. You are so easily flustered it’s quite precious.” I shake my head stubbornly never once breaking the intensive eye contact from him, “I’m not easily flustered! I am a proper Princess who is aloof and wears a face of unchanging stone!” “That sounds like something you can read from a scroll in etiquette lessons given from your mother or nanny.” “Well…you’re not wrong,” I burst out laughing and it was music to my ears when he joined in.

-

After taking a shower, alone, I must add. I snuggle into my mattress with Ji Dwi closely beside me. “Are you really going to stay the night with me?” I ask hopefully which he nods in confirmation, “You mentioned this earlier on the day that you wanted to wake up every morning like this.” I nod contently holding him close to my body as did he to mine. “Can you tell me stories about yourself so I can fall asleep listening to your voice?” I ask closing eyes. His index finger drew circles into my shoulder blade while he pondered, “There’s nothing really interesting about me. How about I tell you about my favourite story that I heard growing up?” Without opening my eyes I nod and snuggled closer into his chest so that my ear was pressed against his chest, so close that I could hear his even breathes and the strong beat of his heart.  

There was once a boy who was born with powers. Powers that allowed him to do whatever he wanted and everyone had to listen to him. His mom didn’t want him because of that so she sent him very far away where his powers couldn’t touch her. Growing up he never knew love or where he belonged as he never had a home. One day he finally decided to embrace his powers and return home. When he went home he finally met the girl that showed him what love meant. Even though he kept his powers hidden he ended up getting many killed just by getting near them, so he’s terrified that he will hurt her one day. Despite the paranoia he opened his heart to her much against his mother’s wishes. He finally found happiness and he was terrified.

 

Throughout the story I could feel his heartbeat quicken and in all honesty it made me curious, “Was that by any chance a real story?” I quietly ask and he shook his head with a light chuckle, “Of course not. It’s just a story I heard growing up.” I nod thoughtfully and in relief, “That’s good…I don’t know what I would do if that was really happening to someone. That’s so sad.” “What would you do if it was true?” Humming in deep thought I tightened my hold on him, “I would hug him sooo tightly!” Ji Dwi hugs me just as tightly, “You have a good heart.” For all my life I always heard that from others but I never really understood what made me different from the rest, “No I’m only human…I don’t understand why people always tell me that. Doesn’t it make sense though? Why treat someone poorly based on circumstances that they were born with. They can’t help it!” Ji Dwi pats my head in a soothing manner attempting to calm me down, I don’t understand why my emotions were bursting left and right I was usually pretty good at holding it in. Maybe the talk with Han Sung earlier made me feel more defensive about the topic. “Having a good heart should be the norm but it isn’t. That is why you are praised (Y/n). We need more people like you in this world. Especially those who will be leaders,” he explains warmly caressing my (h/c) locks, his voice cracks, “I need people like you in this world.”

“I shall make a promise with you like I did with Han Sung, once I take my throne I will make it all right. I’m going to destroy the True Bone hierarchy, it’s only good for dividing people within a Kingdom and we don’t need that when true success is where everyone is equal,” taking a deep breath I continued, “Does that sound promising?” Ji Dwi never gave me a verbal response but the sealing of our lips meant much more than a ‘yes’. “How can you just break away from traditions so easily? Don’t you fear the results in doing so?” He questions showing his genuine concern but peaking interest to my proposal. “There is nothing more to fear than the injustice that is ruling our every action and thought. I will take the risk of being hated and threatened to make my Kingdom right.” Ji Dwi nods satisfied with my answer, “Very well, then I’ll be there with you every step of the way to make that happen.” “Then I cannot be anymore sure that everything will work out with you by my side!”

I wasn’t sure when I accidently drifted to sleep but when I opened my eyes it was already bright out. That was strange that I ended up sleeping until this late, the sun was already high up in the sky. What was even stranger was that Ji Dwi didn’t wake me up…and importantly Seyeo who never let me sleep past two hours after sun rise. Over sleeping I was groggy but I needed to get ready to help Han Sung with sword fighting, and hopefully be able to get a quick meal in before that. Throwing on a navy blue hanbok and some gold accented embellishments I quickly left my single room, no matter how much I didn’t want to admit it I wanted to dress better to impress Ji Dwi even though it was silly. He would never care about such materialistic factors but nonetheless it made me happy to wear nicer clothes once in a while. Running into the dinning hall I quickly grab a steamed bun before joining the last few minutes of the intensive sword training. My eyes caught Ji Dwi glancing over to me so I waved gleefully at him which he responded with a small smile and a nod. When they ended I quickly joined Han Sung to keep up with my promise. What I didn’t expect was his dramatic pouty face, and that he didn’t voice his problems immediately. “W-What’s wrong Han Sung?” I nervously ask dipping my head to get a better view of his face. He whines with scrunched up features, “You weren’t here to watch me at practice! I was so good!” I laugh whole heartedly in relief that he wasn’t upset over something serious, “I’m sorry Han Sung, I slept in. I’ll watch you tomorrow okay? I promise.” He raises a brow and holds out his pinky finger, “Promise?” “Promise.”

After practice Han Sung mentioned jerky and that’s when I realized that I haven’t seen Seyeo all morning. Which was very odd since he was usually always by my side unless I was with Ji Dwi. Slightly concerned was an understatement I searched the entire Hwarang house for my best friend to no luck. Even asking around no one had a clue to where he went. Sighing in defeat I returned back to my temporary room to collect my thoughts that were spewing with, very unlikely, but worse case scenarios regarding the mysterious disappearance of Seyeo.

Plopping down by the small table I noticed a small envelop on the usually empty surface. Cautiously I opened the envelop to reveal a folded note that held two sentences that immediately caused my blood to run ice cold. If you want him back in one piece go to the Inn. Fear not, every hour you make me wait I will send a piece of him back to you so you won’t be lonely. I couldn’t hear my surroundings as my quickening pulse drowned out any sound in my ears. Scrunching the note I threw it back onto the table along with all the accessories I wore. I was going in for a fight regardless of this person’s intentions, there would be no room for treaty after having the nerve to send me such a letter. Strapping on two swords at my hip I didn’t waste any time dashing out of the Hwarang house. There was a nagging at the back of my brain saying that I should’ve told someone, someone like Ji Dwi but I didn’t have time to dwell on it as I already weaved my way through half of the capital nearing the Inn. Out of breath I made it to the entrance, it was hard to calm down as anxiety took over. What a waited for me on the other side of the paper wall? I just prayed that Seyeo was in one piece and alive. Taking deep breaths I wrap my hand around the hilt of one of my swords and it instantly evened out my ragged breaths. With both swords in hand I slammed the door open with the hilt of my sword stepping in and I saw red, literally. A ceramic pot collided with my temple and blood quickly bled down into my vision. With my impaired I blindly waved my sword, allowing me to slash my assaulter’s arm. It was hard to process anything with a blurring vision but I could make out a bounded Seyeo on the ground. “Let him go,” I order pointing my sword at the man who stood behind him as he drew his sword and held it against Seyeo’s throat. “Drop your weapon or I’ll drop his head,” he hisses. I was reluctant to, of course, I was a fighter and I wasn’t one to be cornered helpless. But I instantly dropped my swords when Seyeo winced when the blade at his neck dug into his skin. Instantly I was shoved into the ground by the man I attacked earlier, successfully smacking my injured forehead into the ground. I held back my scream and took deep breaths, I had to collect myself, if I let fear consume me now I would be useless to Seyeo. With my cheek pressed against the ground I steal a glance at him and I was relieved that he wasn’t missing any body parts. Our eyes lock momentarily and he whispers, “You shouldn’t have came.” “And you shouldn’t have gotten kidnapped you idiot,” I spat back. We could’ve continued to bicker for another ten years but we both fell silent when the sliding door opened.

Biting my lip I raise my head and sat up straight, trying my best to ignore the plitter platter of blood droplets on the hardwood ground that continuously oozed out of my head. “Sorry I had to do that, I know it would be hard to keep you still if you didn’t suffer a serious injury,” a familiar voice coos. A soft hand lifted my chin and there was the Queen in all her glory. “What’s the meaning of this?” I ask evenly and she smiles her usual smile that never reaches her eyes. “My son wants to marry you and I can’t have that. He insists that he will follow you to the end of the world so the only way I could think of to solve this issue is to remove you, completely.” I scoff with a light chuckle, “That is absurd, I never met the man.” The Queen tilts my head side to side which really didn’t help with my pounding headache, “I really don’t see what he sees in you Princess…no Queen (Y/n).” I smack her hand away and instantly I felt cold steel against my neck, “And I demand you to let me and my servant go.” It was the Queens turn to laugh, “That’s where I have the upper hand. He’s not your servant, he’s like a brother to you,” she waves her hand and one of the men swung his sword towards Seyeo’s neck. I scream and grasp onto her hands, “No please! I’ll do anything. Just kill me he has nothing to do with this. Send him back home, he won’t tell anyone about this. He will say that I got sick and passed…just…don’t hurt him.” The sword never met with Seyeo’s neck and hot tears streamed down my face in relief, I could see him in my peripheral and he was shaking his head begging for me to just leave him. I close my eyes so I couldn’t see his tears, I never seen him cry before and I didn’t want to now. “I offer you my head, hang it up wherever you please. Just promise me that you won’t hurt him.” The Queen smiles, “Of course, I’m understanding. Just be good for me and I won’t hurt him. But I warn you, pull anything and his head will hit the floor faster than you can beg.” Gazing at her unwavering face I nod and sit up confidently, “I understand.” “However,” she starts, “Since you caused me so much trouble I won’t kill you so easily.” I silently stare into her eyes as she tugged at my hanbok causing the fabric to slide off my shoulders, “My son always listens to me, and it upsets me that he will ignore my orders for someone like you.” I grasp the fabric against my chest to keep it closed, trying to save the little dignity I had left. Seyeo pleads for the Queen to stop when she held a whip in her hand. “Please your Majesty, can he leave the room before we start?” Without an answer she flicks the whip, surprising me when the skin on my back split. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip. Not allowing me to catch a breath she threw back her whip and slashed again. I grit my teeth, refusing to show weakness, refusing to cry or scream. By the sixth slash I felt light headed, by the tenth I started to shake but I still refused cower away. She stops for a moment, “Why aren’t you afraid?” Sitting up right once more I try to speak evenly, “I don’t fear death, the only fear I have is to see people like you rule.” I say lifting my head and turning slightly so that I could see her fuming face, I smirk at her, unwavering as she brought her whip down once more. Out of anger she grabs the discarded sword from the ground and brings it over her head. Spitting out the blood that collected in my throat I smirk up at her once more, “People who live in fear are the most dangerous. And you are the perfect example of that your Majesty. I feel sorry for Silla and it’s faceless King.”

She lowers the blade and I finally allowed fear to consume me, I closed my eyes.

Metal clacked against metal, the final blow never came.

“Mother.”


Read part 3 the final part here!

Secrets

Word Count: 3465

    Warnings: Curse words..? If that’s a warning oops.  And some violence.

    A/N: okay okay I already know that I have the Jealousy series going, but I wanted to add another series, and I thought this would be a fun one to write! I’m not getting many requests for one shots so I’m kind of stuck writing a few ongoing stories, so if you have any requests let me know! Jealousy part 6 will be outtomorrow, or the next day at the latest! Let me know what you think of this new story! Much love ️

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    Jughead watched as Y/N sat in the student lounge, alone on the couch. She had been acting weird lately, and he was worried. She didn’t call him as much anymore, most of the time it took ages for her to text him back, and she had canceled quite a few dates in these last few weeks. He was worried she was going to leave him, or even worse, that things were getting worse for her. Jason Blossom was one of her best friends surprisingly enough, so his death hit her very hard. The following weeks of his murder is when she started acting weird, maybe it was still affecting her. He walked over to his girlfriend and sat beside her and she smiled up at him, closing her laptop. Like him, she was always writing on her laptop, but she never told him what she was writing. Anytime he got a glimpse of what it was, she was either writing an email or writing notes, but he never knew on what.

    “Hey Juggie.” she grabbed his hand, and he pulled her into him.

    “Hey Y/N/N.” he was never one for PDA, but today he made an exception, leaning down and kissing Y/N. Reggie called from the other side of the lounge, and made his way over, his football numbskulls following.

    “Y/N, I never knew you, pretty much queen bee of the school and Donny Darko were a thing.” he said, and she glared at him. “How long?”

    “A few months.” She said, taking Jugheads hand and squeezing it. Reggie gave an impressed look Jugheads way and nodded his head.

    “So Jason was cool with this?” He asked, and Jughead noticed as Y/Ns grip tightened and her jaw clenched, and he could tell she was fighting back tears. No one ever really mentioned Jason around her, let alone ask her directly about him.

    “Of course.” she said quietly. Reggie nodded again, and walked directly up to Jughead. He extended his hand, and Jughead took it and stood up, and Reggie shook his hand.

    “Jason was like Y/Ns older brother, and so am I. If Jason approved of you, then I guess that means I do too. Welcome to the family, Jughead. I guess i didn’t give you enough credit man, you’ve got the prettiest girl in this school as your girlfriend. I’m impressed.” Jughead nodded his head and tried to pull away from Reggie, but Reggie pulled him into a hug. He yanked the beanie off Jugheads head and ruffled his hair. Y/N sat laughing on the couch as she watched Jugheads unamused face. she grabbed his beanie off the arm of the couch and put it on.

    “Alright Reggie, I think I’ve had enough.” Jughead said, sitting back down on the couch, and Reggie just laughed.

    “One last thing, Jughead. If you hurt my baby sister, you can count on not just me, but the whole football team coming after your ass.” Reggie said, and all the boys behind him agreed.

    “Oh come on Reg. Leave him be.” Y/N said, glaring at him.

    “No it’s fine, Y/N/N. I get it, he’s just looking out for you.” Jughead said. Reggie nodded his head and leaned over, kissing Y/N on the forehead.

    “Damn right, you’re my baby sister.” he said and Y/N rolled her eyes. Reggie started for the door to leave and he turned around right before exiting to make one last, no doubt obnoxious comment. “Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones!” he chanted, backing out of the lounge. Jughead and Y/N sat on the couch, listening to the fading sound of Jugheads name being chanted, and she turned to him.

    “That actually went so much better than I imagined.” she laughed, and Jughead rolled his eyes. “Soon, you’ll be one of the jocks.”

    “Oh you know it.” he said laughing. “Maybe I’ll even get a letterman jacket, just for being your boyfriend.”

    “Definitely, how cool will that be?” she teased.

    “Very.” He said, pulling her into him. It was then he noticed his beanie on her head, and he couldn’t help but admire her in it. It looked quite adorable placed over her (Y/H/C) curled hair. “Maybe I should let you wear that more often.” he said, smiling down at her.

    “Oh you mean your beanie? Yeah I look pretty cute in it.” she beamed, causing him to chuckle.

    “Can I have it back for right now though?” he asked and she pretended to think about it for a second.

    “How about no.” she joked. “I think you look cute with your hair out all messy like this.” She said, ruffling his hair. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a kiss, and took the beanie off her head. “No!” She yelled, reaching for it, but he put it in his head, and she slumped in her seat and tried to pout.

    “So we’re going to pout now?” He asked, grabbing her chin and turning her to face him. She couldn’t help but smile, and she sat up reaching up for the beanie again. Jughead leaned back, avoiding her grasp. “Oh no you don’t.”

    “No I have to fix it!” She exclaimed. “You don’t have your little hair curls coming out and that’s my favourite part!” Jughead leaned forward, and she fixed his hair, and then kissed him on the forehead. “Perfect.” she said.

    “Oh so I wasn’t perfect before?” he teased and she rolled her eyes.

    “Don’t start Jones, you know that I think you are.” she laughed and stood up, packing her laptop into her bag.

    “Where are you going?” he asked, standing up as well, grabbing her by the waist.

    “I’m going to go get coffee, I need it.” she said.

    “Another sleepless night?” He asked,  giving her a worried look and she looked behind him, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

    “Yeah.” She sighed and he kissed her head. She leaned up and looked at him. “Do you want anything?” She asked.

    “I want a coffee to match my soul, dark and strong.” he teased and she rolled her eyes.

    “So a white chocolate mocha, got it.” she said, and his eyes widened, surprised by her joke. Jughead and Y/N looked towards the door to find Archie, Veronica, Betty, Cheryl and Kevin laughing.

    “Ouch.” Kevin laughed. “She got you.”

    “You’re just gonna take that?” Archie asked trying to catch his breath.

    “He has to, its the truth.” Y/N piped in smiling proudly. Just then her phone went off, signaling to her she received a text message. She opened it and Jughead saw her face fall. “Alright, I-uh. I have to go, I’ll see you…all later.” she stuttered, obviously distracted by the text. She backed out of the lounge, furiously texting back.

    “What was that about?” Veronica asked Jughead, but he just shook his head.

    “I don’t know, I’m just as confused as all of you.” he said, sinking into the couch.

    “Have you tried asking? I mean you are her boyfriend, you’d think she’d tell you.” Veronica pointed out, but again Jughead shook his head.

    “Well if it’s something she doesn’t want to talk about I can’t press her to tell me.” he said, and everyone nodded their heads.

    “She was super close to me and Jason at one point, maybe she’ll talk to me. Especially if it has something to do with my brother, me and her are practically sisters.” Cheryl said, taking a seat on the arm of the couch.

    “We are all very close to Y/N, we can’t force her to tell us anything. She will tell us when she’s ready. And I’m sure she’ll tell us soon.” Betty reassured.

    “What if she’s waiting for someone to ask. Trust me, sometimes it’s hard to ask for help, especially when it has something to do with death. Maybe she just needs to be asked.” Cheryl politely argued.

    “Y/N is usually an open book when it comes to her feelings, and I’ve noticed her distancing herself from us and her feelings lately. It’s worrying.” Kevin added. “And it really sucks too because I miss hanging out with her.” Kevin sighed, and Betty patted his back.

    “We all miss being around her, Kevin.” Betty gave a small smile to the group, and everyone nodded.

    “Has she been distancing herself from you, Jug?” Archie asked, turning his attention to the boy practically laying on the couch. Jughead said nothing, but continued to tap on his phone. “Jughead.” Archie called, and his gaze shot up.

    “Huh?” he asked, looking between everyone in the group.

    “You okay?” Archie asked, giving a worried expression Jugheads way.

    “I’m just texting Y/N and trying to see if she’s okay. I’m worried about her lately, she hardly hangs out with me anymore,” he huffed.

    “Well that answers our question.” Cheryl said, moving Jugheads feet off the couch to sit herself down.

    “Where’d she say she was going?” Archie asked, and Jughead scratched the back of his head.

    “Some coffee shop, she didn’t say where.” he sighed. “I’m really worried about her, especially because of how she acted when she was leaving.”

    “Yeah that was super sketchy.” Veronica said. Archie stood up and grabbed his belongings.

    “Come on Jug, we’re leaving.” he said, pulling Jughead off the couch.

    “Leaving where?” Jughead asked, standing up and grabbing his stuff as well.

    “We’re going to go find Y/N.” he said walking to the door, and Jughead stopped in his tracks.

    “We are not stalking my girlfriend.” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I just got Reggies approval, and I’m not going to ruin it by freaking her out so bad she breaks up with me. Reggie would kick my ass and I’d be out the best thing that’s happened to me.” Betty, Veronica, Cheryl and even Kevin simultaneously went ‘awe’ and Jughead blushed.

    “Look at our Jughead today, all PDA-y with Y/N, showing everyone how in love with her he is.” Kevin teased. In that moment Veronica had a mini freak out.

    “Have you told her you loved her yet?” she yelled, running over to Jughead.

    “No, I haven’t.” Jughead said.

    “Why not!” Veronica exclaimed, giving Jughead a slight push.

    “We’ve only been dating a few months-” Jughead started.

    “Who cares? Ever since I moved here I could tell you two were a match written in the stars.” She said and Jughead blushed furiously.

    “Are you coming or not?” Archie asked, slightly annoyed, and Jugheads attention went back to him. He sighed and checked his phone again, but saw he had no messages from her.

    “Let’s go.” he mumbled, following Archie out to his car.

                          _______

    “Are you the one who texted me?” Y/N asked, trying her best to sound assertive and confident, even though she was terrified. Jason’s death took the whole town by a surprise, and it worsened when it was found out he was murdered. But no one besides his immediate family took it as hard as Y/N. Jason had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. She grew up with him and Cheryl, and people joked that the three of them together were the Blossom triplets. Jason had told Y/N about his plans to disappear, and she completely disagreed with them. In fact, they had gotten into their first major argument over it, and before they could patch things up, Jason left and was later found murdered. It crushed Y/N, and in some ways it felt as if it was her fault. She couldn’t talk him out of it, she didn’t go to the river with them that day, and she couldn’t save him. What hurt the most is that he died before she could apologize for the things she said during the argument, she couldn’t make up with her brother. Most likely he died hating her, or even worse, thinking she hated him.

    “Did you come alone?” the man asked.

    “That’s what you told me to do.” Y/N answered, taking a step closer to the river and the man. Okay so maybe meeting some strange man whom she didn’t know in the very place her brother died wasn’t a good idea, but he said he had information about Jason and his death, and she couldn’t let that go. She took it upon herself to solve this, to avenge Jason as one last favor to him. Sure, she could have worked with Jughead and Betty on their murder board and helped them try to solve it, but she knew this could get dangerous. She didn’t want them to get hurt, and she knew she had to do this alone.

    “Look, I don’t have a lot of time.” the man said, turning to face Y/N. “the other serpents are already suspicious of me enough, I don’t need them finding out that I know something about Jason’s death, or that I’m telling a high school student about it by the river. I’m not even supposed to know any of this.” he said, looking around the woods, motioning for Y/N to get nearer. She hesitantly stepped forward, and got closer to the man. He was much bigger than her, about 6 foot 4", broad shoulders, and she noticed his worn and tired eyes, some that had definitely seen some shit.

    “You can tell me, I won’t tell a soul where my information came from. This is purely just for me.” she assured the man, and he nodded.

    “I’ve heard  Momma and Poppa Blossom hired a serpent to take out Jason. They found out the Cooper girl was pregnant and got wind of his plan to run off with her, and they weren’t having any of it. Jason was their star child, excelling at football and even music, and if he dropped out of high school to run off with his impregnated girlfriend, it would ruin the family name. They couldn’t control their child, no matter how much they tried, so they arranged to have him 'disappear’. A murder in the family was better off for the Blossom name than letting their child live a happy life with his kid and girlfriend I suppose.” the man said, practically whispering. Y/N stood there stunned, waiting for the man to say more.

    “Is there anything else?” she asked.

    “They’re on damage control I guess. They have Cheryl on a tight leash from what I hear, trying to keep the other twin under control and to prevent her from poking around. I’m surprised they haven’t put you on the same one, considering how closely tied you are to the family, you’re practically their child.” the man stopped after a crack of a branch was heard, and he ducked down behind some rocks, pulling you down with him.

    “Look kid, I know all of that just sounds like talk, but us serpents have a way of doing business. If any kind of deal occurred, no matter how illegal, it’s written down somewhere. Email, letter, even a text message. You’re more likely to find it on the Blossoms side, because they aren’t as careful as the serpents, but we keep track of everything, so I’ll see if I can dig around. If you find anything though, let me know.” he said, and Y/N nodded her head.

    “I will, just one more thi-” another crack of a branch and then a gunshot rang off, sending the man in front of her to the ground. Y/N went to scream, but her voice shut down, and she stumbled back. A stream of red flowed from the man and down into the river, tinting the water. Y/N got up from her feet and ran through the trees to where her car was, but was quickly thrown off course when a bullet flew by her head, just barely missing her. She fell to the side, and closed her eyes trying to regain her thoughts. A text message brought her out of her head, and she saw it was from Jughead.

Juggie <3: Get up and run forward, me and Archie are waiting, but please hurry.

    Y/N looked up and saw a familiar car through the trees. She got up and ran as fast as she could. When she was a few feet from the car, Jughead opened the back door and she quickly threw herself in, and Archie sped off before Jughead even had the chance to close the door. The car ride was silent as Archie sped down the road, doing his best to get the hell out of the woods as fast as he could.

    “What the fuck was that about?” Jughead asked angrily, breaking the silence.

    “Are you okay? I heard gunshots.” Archie asked, turning his head to look at her for a second before giving his attention back to the road.

    “Fuck,” Y/N mumbled, pulling a disposable phone out of her backpack and calling 911.

     “911, what’s your emergency?” The lady on the other end asked.

    “There’s been a shooting by the river, near where Jason Blossom was found. One man shot and is bleeding out. I don’t know how long he had but he needs help.” Y/N said, trying to stay calm, but the anxiety in her stomach was bubbling up.

    “Ma'am, did you see who shot him? Do you know who he is?”

    “No, I didn’t see, they were shooting after me too, and I was too busy trying to run away. And I’m not sure who he is, I just need him to be okay!” she yelled. “Just please get to him.” she begged. She closed the phone, and threw it out the window, and slumped back into her seat.

    “What the hell were you doing?” Jughead asked again, and Y/N looked over to him and then to Archie.

    “Investigating Jason’s death.” she mumbled.

    “In the woods with a man you had never met?” Jughead yelled, and Y/N looked away from him. “I shouldn’t have to tell you that that is a bad idea! What if you had gotten yourself killed, or what if that was Jason’s murderer you met?” Jughead grabbed Y/Ns face and turned her head to look at him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” he yelled. “I love you Y/N, more than I love anything else in this whole damned world. What if you had gotten killed? Who is that going to help? Now instead if just one dead boy, we’d have two kids dead.”

    “Just one dead boy? Jason is more than just one dead boy, Jughead! He was my brother, and I have to figure out what happened to him! And I’m onto something, I can do it. So what I almost got killed today, I didn’t. I’ll be fine!” she yelled back.

    “Then let me help you, please.” Jughead begged, lowering his voice. “I can’t let you do this on your own, your smart and your tactical but you need backup.” Y/N watched tears roll down his face, and she cupped his cheek.

    “Jughead, I love you too, and that’s why I need you to stay out of this. I can’t have you get hurt-” he put his hand over her hand that was on his cheek.

    “I can’t let you get hurt either. We both go, or no one does, those are your options Y/N.” he said, and she signed.

    “Fine.” she mumbled, and Jughead pulled her into a dizzying kiss.

    “You’re including me in this too, just so you know.” Archie said, breaking Y/N and Jughead apart.

    “Archie no-” she started.

    “You can’t say no to me, I know too much now. I want in.” he said and Y/N looked over to Jughead.

    “Fine, you can be our chauffeur.” Jughead teased.

    “Nice try, but no. I’m going to help you with investigating.”

    “Well boys, since you’re now on the case with me, I guess I should tell you what I know. And I’ll start with my newest lead.” she said, pulling out her phone. She opened the recording app, and pressed the newest file. Just then Y/and voice boomed throughout the car, and she visibly cringed at the sound of it, and Jughead rolled his eyes at her. She shrugged her shoulders and turned her attention back to the recording.

    “Testing testing, alight, I think it’s recording. My name is Y/N  Y/L/N, and I’m on my way to meet with someone from the serpents that can give me a lead on Jason Blossoms murder. There the man is now.

Are you the one who texted me?”



Originally posted by alyciadubnamcarey

Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 53

As Jared pulled the bathroom door open and stepped back into the room, I lifted my head in his direction and smiled.

“I thought for sure you’d be asleep.” He said quietly, walking to his side of the bed and pulling the blankets back, “You’re going to be so tired tomorrow, baby.”

“I tried closing my eyes but it just didn’t happen.” I said. Feeling the bed dip as he sat down, I rolled to face him, “I think I just needed you here.”

“I sleep better with you here too.” He said shyly smiling over his shoulder.

“You do?”

Turning out the light, Jared laid down, turning on his side so we could face each other. We were in complete darkness, so dark I couldn’t even see his eyes as I looked across to where I knew he was.

“I do.” He said quietly.

Tucking my hand under my cheek, I knew I should try to sleep but all I wanted was to have his arms wrapped around me. I needed to feel connected again, maybe then I’d have a chance at some rest.

“Can I share your pillow?” I asked.

Reaching for my wrist, Jared started to pull me towards him, “Come to me.” He whispered in the dark.

Once I moved closer, I laid my head on his pillow. We were so close, our noses were practically touching. Cuddling against his body, as he let my hand go I placed it against his chest. I could feel the steady beat of his heart under my fingertips and it was immediate comfort. I swear it was as if our bodies were starting to sync, we even began to breathe in the same rhythm.

Jared ran his fingers delicately up my arm then across my shoulder laying his warm palm across the side of my neck. Caressing my skin with his thumb, I could feel each exhale as his breath fluttered across my cheek. I thought since he was so quiet and probably trying to fall asleep, I should do the same.

“Sometimes I hold on to tight.” He said softly, “I love you and just want you with me.”

“I love you and want to be with you too…” I whispered.

Kissing my forehead, he said, “I know you do. That’s why I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. I know I can be overbearing. I want what I want and I have a hard time with the word ‘No’. I’m sorry things blew up the way they did.”

Not wanting to interrupted his train of thought, I kept quiet. I spent most of the day completely confused at what was going on and if he was going to explain even a little bit, I wanted to hear every word.

“I drive Shannon and my Mom crazy all the time…I don’t mean to, I just can’t help it. I want to make sure the people I love are taken care of and make the right decisions. The only way for me to do that is too keep them close.” He continued, “You were right when you said I was 'go with the flow’ only when the flow was going in the direction I wanted it to. I told Shannon you said that and he laughed….” he chuckled, “He really doesn’t want me to fuck this up.”

I didn’t know what to say to that but I was grateful he couldn’t see my mouth drop open in shock. Shannon actually said that?!

“When I was growing up, things were always so out of control, ya know, my Mom was young, things were hard.” He paused, “I had a great childhood but I remember always hating that powerless feeling. The older I got, the more I realized if my life was going to have any sort of direction, it was on me. I guess that’s why I need to control everything in my life.”

Every word he said made me see the events of the day clearer and clearer.

“Chicago was amazing. But having you here is different, more different than I thought it would be. The last few days… You being a part of my real life….” He paused again, trying to gather his scattered thoughts, “It made me realize you’re my dream too. I can’t help holding onto it with both hands because it’s never something I thought I’d have.”

I could feel my heart palpitating in my chest so hard I could hear my heart beat thumping in my ears.

Was I even breathing?!

“Things happened so fast between us, all the work stress, the schedule, the bullshit this afternoon, not knowing how you felt… I just hit my limit, ya know? I felt like everything was spiraling out of my control and I don’t deal with that well.”

“You’re a Capricorn.” I said, I hated how he was beating himself up like this.

Jared laughed, “That explains it, huh?”

“I think it explains a lot of it… What you’ve accomplished in your life, all on your own, is because of the way you are.” I said, “You’re a better man than you give yourself credit for.”

“I don’t know about that…” He said shyly, “I guess I know how much I am to handle and I just hope you don’t run.”

“Ahhh, so THAT’s why you want me to stay…afraid I’m going to run?” I leaned forward, “Not a chance.” Laying my palm on his cheek, I softly kissed him. “You made me fall in love with you so now your stuck with me, I promise..” I quietly giggled then kissed him again.

Finally, FINALLY, I know what was triggering his behavior today. Putting it all together, I felt like I could relate, most people could.

Jared has such a tough, take no prisoners exterior but it really does house a soul that feels deeply and he knows it. That’s why his walls are so high and he controls everything around him the way he does.

It wasn’t really me leaving that was the problem at all. It was the fact that he couldn’t handle the thought of me leaving without knowing if those feelings were reciprocated. That’s what happens when you’re emotionally invested and if I’m honest, that’s really what made parting in Chicago so hard for me. I didn’t know how he felt or what we were and it was like a weight on my heart.

For me, it was the fear of pushing him away that helped me bury those feelings in the back of my mind. But for a man like Jared, uncertainties would never settle. Like everything else in his life, he only knows how to deal with things head on.

Jared and I both got quiet again as we settled. I didn’t want to leave such a heavy conversation on anything other than another 'I love you’. Just as I was about to speak, I heard his voice so soft I could barely hear him.

“It’s been a really long time since I’ve had anyone in my life like this. I know I warned you about me making mistakes but thank you for understanding. I did just about everything I could to drive you away.”

Taking a second before I answered him, I tried to organize my thoughts. Tripping over my self is a common occurrence when I’m emotional. I wanted my words to come out as simple and pure as they truly felt.

“I believe when you truly love someone, you love and accept all of them, not just the easy stuff but everything..” I said, bringing my lips to his, “I love all of you, Jared.”

With a deep sigh, Jared rested his forehead on mine.

“I don’t deserve you..” He whispered.

Mystery

Summary: Negan was a mystery which Lucy was determined to unfold.

Author:  Multireality

Pairing(s): Negan x reader (Lucy, OFC)

Word Count: 1962

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight daddy kink, fluff

Author’s Notes: I really liked how this one turned out. Requested by @ask-kakashihatake , hope you all like it. I love writing for Negan!

Originally posted by rikkisixx

I hadn’t had much of a chance to experience the new world.

He ruled the new world.

I had lived in Alexandria since the beginning so I was pretty innocent. I had never killed a walker or really been close to one. But I wasn’t afraid, well that’s what I told myself. If I was faced with a walker I could kill it. If I was faced with danger I would react accordingly. Hopefully.


Alexandria gained a terrible atmosphere ever since the events of Negan, especially after he killed Abraham and Glenn. I didn’t know them well but they were nice, good people who always tried to protect our group. Rick our leader was broken ever since that night.

I wasn’t there when it happened, I didn’t leave Alexandria often. I ran the nursery here at Alexandria so I stayed behind. I never got the chance to meet Negan. The infamous bat wielding Negan.

I suppose that was a good thing. Yet it created a mystery about him. One that I wanted to expose.

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Doused in Bleach

So this is a scenario that popped up in my head. Originally I thought about writing it as a full-fledged story but I have too many going on right now and too many I want to do. So I decided to one shot it. I’ve never done a reader POV before and hope it’s alright. I was inspired by @sexintheseireitei and @soul-reaper-imagines so I hope this is enjoyed!

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Doused in Bleach

By: bleachfanficfanatic

Sighing you step outside onto the terrace. The night sky is clear and the breeze chilly but you welcome it. The heat inside is just too much. That or perhaps it’s having had to endure the intense stare of a certain red headed shinigami. You sigh again, thinking back over the months you’ve been here, hiding in plain sight and trying to survive. Because you don’t belong here, not really. You’re not even sure how you got here but you know you have to get back.

You feel his eyes again, staring at your back but before he can make his way to you a gentler and less oppressive figure steps up next to you.

“Are you ok ____-chan?” Inoue-san asks you.

You turn and give her a small smile but you know she isn’t fooled. Inoue-san sees and understands more than anyone gives her credit for.

“Hai, Inoue-san, just…tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” You take another deep breath and push away from the balcony. “I think I’m going to head back, it was good to see you and Kurosaki-san again.” You smile for real this time; you love seeing these two so happy, finally together after everything they’ve been through.

She gives your hand a reassuring squeeze reminding you she’s there to talk if you want. You’re amazed at how welcoming and warm almost everyone has been since you got here. For the most part, they’ve respected your privacy, interpreting your reticence as either shyness or the result of significant trauma, which you know they know all too well. They just don’t know that you know way more than you should.

Because you’re really not from around here. They aren’t even supposed to be real. As you walk through the hall towards the main doors you think back to your first day here. The first day you woke up in the anime Bleach.


You should have known something was wrong the moment you woke up. You just didn’t feel…right. Stretching taught muscles your eyes opened and immediately you sucked in a deep breath. “Where the hell am I?” Looking at your surroundings you’d been startled to see plain wood walls and feel a decidedly uncomfortable futon mattress beneath your butt. Lifting your hand you’d almost screamed…you…you were animated!

Tearing out of the room your eyes widened further. You recognized this place, knew it as much as the back of your hand considering how much time you’d spent watching anime. You were in Soul Society. You were a soul! Not just a soul, but a death god, or at least one in training. Overwhelmed you ran like a freaking idiot only to collide with something hard.  

 

“Watch the fuck where you’re going!” a rough voice had said and you’d frozen on the ground.

 

Slowly your eyes trailed up landing on the face of the annoyed male towering over you. Abarai Renji, lieutenant of the sixth division. You just crashed into…Abarai-fukutaichou!

 

As if the whole situation couldn’t have gotten any worse the first words out of your mouth were, “Am I dead?”

 

He’d looked at you like you were crazy and at that moment you’d felt you were. It was all just too bizarre. A beat of silence passed before he reached down and hauled you to your feet effortlessly. “Be a little more careful next time,” he admonished a bit softer in tone and then left you standing gaping like a fish.

Your memories move in succession over the last few months. Somehow you and Renji always seemed to be running into each other. Eventually he began teasing that you were stalking him. You insisted that wasn’t the case. In your own mind you knew, if anything, you’d been trying to avoid him. You’d been trying to find a way back home but nothing was working.

“Come out for a drink with us ____-chan,” Renji had said one night standing with Ikkaku, Yumichika and Rangiku. Despite your protests the three shinigami easily dragged you to their favorite bar where you nursed a saucer of sake all night. The last thing you needed was for alcohol to loosen your tongue so you just enjoyed the moment with the three of them, your heart warm that they would want to include you.

And so it went, day after day, week after week you grew closer to all the people…no characters…from an anime you’d loved for so long. You eventually even met Ichigo and Orihime and every time you met someone “new” you had to hold back asking them tons of questions about things you, for all intents and purposes, had no business knowing about them. The effort to remain purposefully oblivious while maintaining the lies you’d told about yourself had become exhausting and you found yourself, as much as you had grown to love these people even more since getting to know them, missing your world and your home. Plus, this world was really fucking scary. The first time you’d gone on a mission was of course with Renji and you’d almost become hollow food.

“____-chan, watch out!” shouted Renji as a black claw almost took your head off. Thankfully being in the Bleach world had imbued you with the same abilities you’d seen countless times on TV but actually performing said abilities was another matter entirely. You were scared shitless and no matter how much you told yourself you were a shinigami and could do this your legs wouldn’t move. Your zanpakuto felt like heavy lead, trembling in your shaking hands. As the blow was just about to land an orange shield popped up. Inoue-san!

 

Sending a thankful glance her way you finally were able to get yourself to move, albeit in retreat rather than attack.

 

Eventually when the fighting was over you found yourself cornered by a very angry lieutenant.

 

“What the fuck was that? Were you trying to get yourself killed?” he bellowed and you decided he really was as scary in “real life” as you’d always thought he’d be. Tears stung the edges of your eyes but you fought them more valiantly than you had the hollow which had tried to kill you.

 

Ichigo stepped up then, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Hey Renji, let up a bit, she’s fine.”

 

Renji whirled around on him. “She’s supposed to be able to handle herself!” Turning back around his eyes held fire and…something else you weren’t sure of at the moment. “When we get back you can expect a fuck ton of training, got it _____-chan?” You nodded meekly and he walked away, leaving Orihime to comfort you.

 

He hadn’t lied. The bastard trained you during every spare moment the two of you had which was a lot more than you thought he should have given his responsibilities as a fukutachio, but you were never allowed to refuse. You could see the “special treatment” you were getting didn’t go unnoticed by the other members of division six but Renji either didn’t notice or didn’t care. You had no idea why he was so motivated to help you in particular but because you were under his command you had to go along with his orders.

Though he was tough on you, you were thankful for it when the next time you were sent on a mission with him you managed to take care of two hollows all on your own. The look of pride on his face had been unexpected as had the warm stirring in your heart. And that was when you realized you were in trouble and had to get out of there. You absolutely could not fall for Renji, not for real. Sure, you’d harbored a fierce crush on him while watching the anime and reading the manga (you’d always been a sucker for muscles and tattoos) but actually allowing yourself to truly fall for him was pure idiocy.

Just as you’d made this decision you began to pick up on the tell tale signs that something had shifted with him too. His gaze lingered a bit longer on you during roll call, he was still giving you private training lessons, coming up with any manner of excuse to get you alone and each time your heart was torn between elation and dread.

A particularly intense sparring match the previous evening had nearly undone all your resolve.

Renji had been being even more aggressive than usual, his hits and strikes harder, quicker, and more intense. A leg shot out catching your own sending you to the ground. Before you could get up Renji was on you, pinning your hands above your head and your hips under his own. You struggled but it was no use; he was just too damn strong. This felt like one of the scenarios you’d written in one of your own fanfics but this was…this was real!

 

Your heart was pounding, eyes half hooded looking up into his gorgeous face that was lined with sweat, the result of his relentless pursuit to put you into submission. A heated look, very different from anything you’d ever seen in his eyes, immobilized you more than his own form had. As if in slow motion he leaned down, his face getting closer and closer to yours, making your breath hitch. Just before he touched his lips to yours you breathed out, “Don’t, please.” The look in his eyes shifted from want to hurt and it pierced your heart but you couldn’t do it, you couldn’t allow this to happen no matter how much you wanted it to.

 

For just a moment you thought he wasn’t going to listen then chastised yourself; this was Renji. He was respectful and protective of you, even from himself because he finally rose to his feet. You knew how much you’d hurt him when he strode off without a word, not even bothering to help you up. As you heard the training room door slide shut firmly you allowed yourself some tears; you truly cared about that man but had to let him go. Anything more between you would just hurt you both more.

 

Just as you are about to make it to the door Rukia is blocking your path and she looks pissed. Without warning she pulls you aside and hisses out, “I don’t know what happened or what changed but know this, keep hurting Renji and I’ll hurt you!”

You’re shocked. “Kuchiki-taichou,” you begin slowly, trying to keep your voice even and respectful even though you are boiling mad, “I don’t know who told you what but there is not and never was anything going on between Abarai-fukutaichou and myself.”

Her grip on your sleeve moves in a flash to your collar. For someone so small she sure is strong. “Bullshit,” she spits viciously, “I’ve known him almost my whole life! I know him through and through and seeing him with you…”she trails off, her eyes softening marginally. Oh Kami-sama, has she finally realized how she feels about him and you are getting in the way of it? You, who has no intention of staying here once you’re able to find your way out, are a blockade to these two getting together?

“Kuchiki-taichou,” you say lowly easing your hand to hers that still grips your collar although much more loosely, “Forgive me for overstepping but…perhaps you see something between us because you finally see him for all he’s worth and you don’t want to lose him.”

You see the surprise in her eyes at your bold words but then she surprises you back by smiling faintly. “No, ____-chan, I’ve always known Renji’s worth. I love him, but it’s familiar love.”

“Then why are you so angry at me?” You can’t stop the question coming from your mouth.

She fixes you with a firm stare. “Because for the first time since I’ve known him I see him looking at someone like Ichigo looks at Orihime and I don’t want him hurt. So, whatever happened between you two, please…please fix it.” Her words pierce your heart and you can’t believe this is happening. You know how you feel but to hear from someone outside of the little bubble you and Renji had inadvertently created around yourselves that they see something deeper from him to you…it’s overwhelming.

Unable to say anything you nod. It’s a blatant lie, but you have to get out of here. Satisfied that is the best she is going to get from you Rukia returns to the party. Once the coast is clear you walk out the door.

Your sandals scrape against the gravel covered ground, the quiet of the night discomforting because it allows your thoughts to keep wandering back to Renji. How could you have let this happen? So lost in your own thoughts you don’t sense he’s near until it’s too late; not that you could get away anyway. Even with excessive training you’re still not that great at shunpo. Plus, Renji’s been trained by the best in the shunpo business outside of Yoruichi.

In another move straight out of a shoujo manga Renji has you pinned up against the wall of the nearest building. His hands are on either side of your head, his gloriously firm body pressed against yours. But what is holding you in place more than anything else is his eyes, always his eyes. They are full of pain, confusion, hurt, some anger and…faintly…hope.

“____-chan,” he says and his voice is raspy with the overlaid emotions, “Why are you running from me? I thought…” he trails off, averting his gaze for a moment before forcing it back to your own. He wants you to know how serious he is. “I thought…we have…had…something between us?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. This is it, you have to get him to believe there’s nothing here and he should just move on.

“Abarai-fukutaichou,-“

“Renji,” he interrupts and your downcast eyes shoot back up to his face. You shake your head. No, you can’t call him Renji, you can’t increase the already too deep intimacy between the two of you. You try to pull away forgetting the wall behind you but he sees the movement nonetheless and frowns. “____-chan, you…you’re not afraid of me, are you?”

Truthfully, yes, you’re terrified but it’s not because you think he’ll hurt you. It’s the complete opposite. You know, instinctively and from the little bit he’s allowed to show his care of you, that he’d been amazing as a significant other. So you shake your head, a few stray tears sliding down your cheeks. His calloused hands move to cup your face, thumbs brushing away the salty trails of pain and he leans his forehead against yours. Both of your eyes are closed, breaths mingling between you as the silence carries on.

“Tell me why,” he says breaking it, “Tell me why you told me to stop last night.”

You hitch your breath. You can’t open your eyes, can’t allow yourself to be swayed by his intense stare, the emotional storm brewing in his eyes.

“___-chan, look at me,” he says in a pleading tone and it cracks your heart more. He’s breaking through, slowly tearing down the wall you’d barely constructed to keep him out. Shit, you really are a weakling.

Opening your eyes you can’t believe how he looks. His face is completely open, completely vulnerable. Without a word he’s baring his heart and soul to you. Taking a deep breath you decide you owe him the truth. Hell, maybe it will make him think you’re crazy and he should stay the hell away from you. The thought hurts but you press on; this has to be done.

“Abarai-“ he fixes you with a glare and you amend to, “Renji.” He smiles faintly for the first time all night and it’s like seeing the sun after a heavy storm. Taking another deep breath you start again, “Renji, it’s not that you’re wrong. I…there is something between us…but mostly it’s lies.” You see confusion flash over his face but before he can speak you continue on, “You see, I…I haven’t been honest with you…at all. About….about who I am…where I came from…” you trail off.

He pulls back thankfully to give you some breathing room but stays close, his hands resting on your waist. “Tell me,” he says and you look back at him.


“Well, this is going to sound crazy but…I’m not from here and I’m not talking about Soul Society. I’m talking about…from this world…this whole world.” You can see he’s confused, who wouldn’t be by what you’re saying?

Huffing out in frustration with yourself you finally just spit it out. “Renji, I’m from a completely different world. A world where all of this,” you trail your hands and eyes around the two of you before fixing your eyes back on his face, “Where you…are not real. You’re all a part of a manga called Bleach.”

For a moment there is complete silence as he takes in your words. Then he bursts out laughing. Shocked at the loud sound you get angry. He’s laughing at you! You push against his chest but his grip only tightens. “Pretending to be crazy isn’t going to deter me ____-chan,” he chuckles. Were you not so pissed off you would think such a thing to be sweet. But he’s laughing at you, laughing at what you are, who you are, your world!

You push again, much more firmly and say with all the anger you can pull from your chest, “Get the fuck off me Abarai.” You see surprise in his face as he registers that you’re serious. You’re serious and you’re pissed. His surprise provides an opening and you slip from his grasp but you don’t make it far before he’s gripping your wrist again.

Before you can yell to let go he speaks. “Alright, ____-chan, let’s say you’re right, that all of this and all of us are really a part of a made up world. How the hell did you end up here then?” He turns to face you as he ends his question.

You feel your anger melting to be replaced by frustration. “If I knew that I would have already made it back to where I belong!” you say heatedly. You’re not prepared for what happens next. Renji pulls you violently into his arms, his lips colliding with yours in a heated, passionate kiss. A deep moan pulls from your throat and before you can stop yourself your hands are around his neck, finger tips digging into the base of his pony tail. His lips massage yours open, his tongue hot and wicked in your mouth stealing your very breath. His arms constrict around your waist tighter in an effort, you swear, to fuse your bodies together.

Finally he pulls back and you both suck in air. Trailing a hand through your hair he grasps the back of your head, firmly holding you still to look into his eyes. “Where you belong,” he says throatily, “is with me.”

Any protest on your part dies in another searing kiss. You’ve wanted this, oh Kami-sama how you have, for so long. It was as if you’d been drawn to him like a magnet and the efforts to alter your polarization has left you weak willed and vulnerable. Renji Abarai, the Renji Abarai, just basically confessed that he wants you.

 

“Renji,” you breathe out as his mouth moves to suckle your throat sending tingles down your spine. God he’s good at this! Your brain is muddled, fogging more and more the longer he kisses your skin, holds you close, as if you’re his lifeline.

You don’t remember moving but soon you’re down on your back on a futon; his futon. You’re in his private quarters and he’s pinned you to his bed. Kami-sama help you, this is going too fast! It’s not like you’ve never done this before but it was always with someone you were established with. Pushing on his shoulder gets him to briefly come out of his lust filled haze to look down at you.

You’re both breathing hard, chests rising and falling as you struggle to gain back your breath.

“Renji,” you start again, “I…I can’t do this…I’m not meant to be here and taking things this far is just going to hurt both of us.”

He leans down, kissing you gently. His tenderness pulls at your heart and you can’t stop yourself from kissing him back. Pulling away again he trails his hand down the side of your face. His eyes are full of adoration and a slight smirk quirks his lips up. “____-chan, I don’t care if it’s for one more day or until the end of our lives, I want you. I want to be with you, for as long as we have. Please,” he leans down and kisses your neck again pulling a sigh from your lips, “Please let me show you how much I love you.”

Your breath hitches; love? He loves you?! No one…no one has ever said those words to you, never made you feel like you were the most important person in their whole world, or rather made you their whole world. It’s overwhelming and humbling and terrifying all at once because you allow yourself to embrace what you’ve known for a while now; you’ve fallen in love with him too.

“Show me,” you whisper and you feel him pause, possibly from shock that you’ve suddenly agreed. But the next moment he’s flung himself up to his knees and pulled open his kosode. Rippling muscles and tattoos emerge before your hungry gaze. You’ve seen him like this, of course, in all the manga and images you’ve looked up, but nothing compares to it in real life. Leaning up you trail your hands over his heated skin.

“Kami-sama, you’re gorgeous,” you whisper and he grins at you. Clearly the ego had been stroked but you don’t care, you’ve been lying to him since day one and you’re not going to lie to him now. He reaches down and undoes your hakama-himo, pulling apart your layers quickly but gently. When you are bare before him in nothing but a bra and panties his trails his heavy gaze over you, almost like a caress.

Leaning down his rock hard chest presses against your breasts and you sigh. He really is all muscle. Lips tease the skin of your neck, trailing up to your ear whose lobe gets nipped playfully. Strong arms wrap around you and pull up your torso to get access to the clasp of your bra. With one flick of his wrist it’s released and your breasts spill out.

Once you’re on your back again Renji looks at you once more. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers before latching onto a pert nipple and sucking firmly.

“Oh god Renji,” you breath and feel him grin against your skin. His mouth and tongue are weapons of mass pleasure inducement and you can feel your panties becoming soaked with your own essence the longer he laps and suckles your breasts, switching back and forth between the two and alternating the mouth action with a firm massage from his hand. Soon you feel his fingers teasing over your covered core and you groan at this touch, your hand flying to the back of his head and gripping his hair firmly.

He chuckles. “Seems someone’s eager,” he teases and you smack his back making him laugh.

The next moment cool air hits your heated center when the panties are ripped from your body. You’ve read and written this scenario a dozen times but experiencing it is so much better. One finger and then two enter you and your rasping out, “Renji!” The next second you’re moaning loudly as his tongue caresses your folders, teasing you by staying just out of reach of where you really want him. Bucking up your hips you whimper, “Please Renji, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he rumbles against your thigh then plunges his tongue fully into you making you scream out.

He delves deeper, pushing what you have now determined to be your most favorite muscle he possesses, further into your dripping core.

“Oh god, Renji, yes, yes, please!” you beg and finally he circles your clit once with his tongue before latching his lips over it and sucking hard. You are sure your throat will be raw tomorrow from your screaming and also sure anyone within a ten mile radius of his home will know just who is doing what to you. But none of that matters because Renji Abarai has just given you the best orgasm of your life and he loves you.

You barely catch your breath before his hakama are whipped off and he’s plunging his full length into you. “Oh shit,” you cry out but it feels so good. You finally open your eyes and when they meet his you can’t help but smile pulling a grin to his lips as well. He leans down and kisses you firmly, tongue slicing through the seam of your mouth to plunder your depths above as he does the same below. His thrusts are hard and fast, his pent up lust and desire for you clearly having been held by a very thin string. That knowledge burns through your veins and as he pounds into you, you cry out, “I love you!”

His sudden halt of motion startles you. He leans down kissing you softly. Then maintaining eye contact he commands, “Tell me again.”

You smile. “I love you.” A firm thrust makes your breath catch.

He kisses you harder then breathes out, “Again, tell me again, ____-chan.”

“I love you Renji, I love you,” you say over and over because it’s true. You’ve finally allowed someone in, someone who sees potential in you and pushes you towards greatness. Someone who is passionate and sweet and caring despite his rough exterior. Someone you can literally trust with your life. Someone who won’t run away when things are hard, who will chase you when you run though you’re never going to run again.

“I love you ____-chan,” he breathes into your ear and you shudder.

He picks up the pace again, driving into you harder than before. Reaching between your legs he caresses your clit and you scream out, another orgasm surprising you.

“Oh fuck,” he growls and you can feel him coming, his warmth spreading all the way to the center of your body. When it’s over he lays on top of you kissing your forehead, your cheeks and then your lips. Cupping your face with one hand, the other occupied with keeping his full weight off of you he trails his thumb back and forth across your cheek.

“I’m yours, ____-chan, for as long as you’re here and for as long as you’ll have me,” he says looking into your eyes.

You’re overwhelmed, tears of joy trailing down your cheeks. Craning your neck up you kiss him. “As long as I’m with you, I’m home,” you say and truly believe it.

anonymous asked:

Is bigs me to see fans arguing about Brendon's interpretation of the meaning of G/G/B. Maybe he changes his explanation of it so much because HE DIDNT WRITE IT!!!! It's Dallons song! HIS explanation is that it's a story about a love triangle involving differing sexualities. Which is a reality that people experience all the time. And considering the lyrics, that explanation makes perfect fucking sense! Why don't people give Dallon credit for his work!?!?

I guess a lot of people still just don’t think about the possibility that Brendon isn’t the only one writing songs just because he’s the sole remaining member. Dallon used to be a full time member and did ofc write on the songs with him then.
Here is what Dallon said about G/G/B back in 2013: “G/G/B is simple: Boy loves girl, girl loves girl. He mistakes sexual attraction for love saying it’s not a choice.”

I actually think he wrote most of the song, it’s his favorite on TWTL and he called it his baby multiple times.