small and perfectly formed

Matty’s Interview with The Sunday Times Style

I wish I had a teenage daughter. Why? Because here I am with Matt Healy, the frontman of the 1975, who has just offered to take his shirt off in order to give me a tattoo tour. There’s the one dedicated to his nana; his mum, Denise “Loose Women” Welch, is on his foot; his dad, Tim “Auf Wiedersehen, Pet” Healy, is on his arm; and his brother, Louis, on the back of a calf; there’s the one dedicated to William Burroughs, the author of his favourite ever book, Queer; then there’s the one on the inside of his left wrist… of his passport number. “I got bored of being constantly woken up by a woman offering me a landing card while my tour manager, who always carries my passport, is conked out somewhere behind me. I thought it would be useful. It’s really all I need on a plane.

Welcome to the world of the 1975, whose second album, I Like It When You Sleep, for You Are So Beautiful yet So Unaware of It (yes, really), went straight to No 1 in both America and the UK last year, and who won the best band award at the Brits in February. They have just announced that their third album, Music for Cars, will be out next year, and when we meet they are about to go on tour, kicking off in Mexico and ending in July at Latitude Festival in Suffolk, where they will headline alongside Fleet Foxes and Mumford & Sons. If you’re not familiar with their music — think Pete Doherty mixed with One Direction, maybe — it’s probably because, like me, you’re too old. That said, Mick Jagger, whom the band supported when the Stones played Hyde Park in 2013, is a huge fan — so fond of their hit single Chocolate, he has been known to put it on after dinner for guests.

Yeah, I remember that gig,” says the 28-year-old Healy, with a faint Northern accent. “It was before I had my eyes lasered and I wasn’t wearing my glasses. Pointless. There were 50,000 people there and I could only see about four of them, but out of the corner of my eye I could just make out this gyrating figure and it was Jagger dancing to Chocolate. Mick Jagger — can you f****** believe it?

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Idk what the fuck is going on with me but I’m kinda freaking the shit out.

I’m either imagining things too much or maybe it’s a sign of something..? I think this all started in august? So, heh. You should know that I always sleep with a nightlight on because if not, I can see things in the dark moving around or a human figure which scares me. Buuuut one night in august, I felt like I could sleep without the nightlight on and I gave it a try. I think I woke up around 2 am and that’s when I saw a dragonfly, in my room. Just flying in the air right in front of my face. I remember the way it was perfectly formed and the small details and the way the wings moved so fast, EVERYTHING! But I couldn’t make out the colors because it was dark, though I have a window so I could see a little light that the moon gave.

The weird thing about this was it wasn’t making any noise at all, it was staring at me with those pitch black eyes and it wasn’t moving at all (except for its wings) until I moved or tried to touch it or turn on the light. But every time I made a move, it would always fade away.

First time I saw it, I was shocked. I didn’t move for probably 2 minutes because I just couldn’t understand how the heck a dragonfly got into my room when I had my door and window closed. But as soon as it disappeared, I always shrugged it off and then went back to sleep.

1 hour later, 3 am. I woke up again. I see the dragonfly again but this time on my left side and closer to my face. It disappeared when I made a move. I fell back to sleep again. Then it happened again when it was 4 am. And that was a month ago and it didn’t come back until yesterday. The same thing happened and it only happens when I don’t have the light on. The fact that it only wakes me up around 3 am and 3 times is actually kinda interesting. Is this happening to you too or something similar to this? Ik some of you might not believe in me and I don’t blame you for that because this sounds too ridiculous but I am gonna be honest with you that this is more than 100% real.

King and Reaper

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Allura had told them once that Voltron was their destiny.

If anything, Keith thinks, Lance had proven that while finding the lions might have been on the dime of some greater plan, compliance to their supposed fate was not strictly required in any remote sense of the word.

In fact, by Lance’s standard of doing things it was all rather bullshit.

(Or: The story of the destruction of Earth and its aftermath, feat. questionable science in regards to weapons of mass destruction, gratuitous Star Wars references, theoretical chess games with the emperor of most of the known universe, explosions, the greatest bromance of all time, the worst romance of all time, far too many guns, concussions, extreme misuse of the French language, awkward flirting, and Lance in an overly-dramatic trench coat.)

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Relationships: Keith/Lance, platonic Lance & Hunk and Keith & Hunk

Characters: Keith, Lance, Hunk, Allura, Shiro, Pidge, Coran, Nyma, Rolo

Written for @klangst-week‘s Day 7 Prompt: Destiny/Choice. A couple days late, but in my defense, this was a nightmare to power through.

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Title: Constellation Connection
Character: Jason Dean

A/n: From now on, I’m gonna use this format because the gifs still aren’t working and having them show up at the end of the text really bothers me so this is the next best thing. (Side note: I know jackshit about making gifs so any that I use are not mine and are most likely from pintrest or google)

You didn’t know much about your new neighbors.

Just that you saw a boy who looked your age helping movers carrying boxes from the large moving van.

Your mother had invited him and his father over dinner a couple weeks after he moved in the house across the street. While the adults sat in the dining room while they drank and discussed business matters, the two of you moved outside so you could talk.

“This is quite the set up here,” J.D said, his hand gesturing to a tall bronze telescope situated in the lawn next to some maps and a small box. “I assume you’re into astronomy?”

You nodded. “Oh yes, very much so,” You sat down next to it and began adjusting the lenses so you got a clear view of the stars. “Sit down.”

J.D situated himself on the grass next you, watching your hands fiddle with the knobs while you focused the view. “This thing looks ancient.” He said, referring to the style.

You hummed, not bothering to look up from the task at hand. “Yeah, I think it used to be my grandad’s.”

He continued to watch you for a few more moments until you pulled away from the eyepiece and motioned him to move to your spot.

“Okay, look in there,” You instructed, crouching so you could observe him over his shoulder.

“Aye aye, captain.” J.D said with a mock salute as he did as told, shutting one of his eyes and peering into the telescope. “It’s blurry.”

“Really? Well here, place your hands here,” You said, taking both of his hands and placing them on the knobs. “Try and focus it.”

J.D moved the knobs in every which directions, but he seemed to be making it worse with every turn.

His growing frustration must have been pretty clear to see because you decided to give him a hand. “Here, let me help.” You said softly, your fingers brushed against the back of his hands for a moment before you started fixing the focus for him.

“Better?” You asked once you let him look back into the eyepiece.

J.D could see the night sky perfectly, and a small smile formed on his face once he could make out the Big Dipper.

He looked over at you, and saw you still looking up at the sky. “Better.” He answered, noticing that you had turned your head to look at him with a smile of your own.

“Pretty great isn’t it?”

J.D nodded, his gaze had since left your eyes and was more preoccupied at staring at your lips as he began to lean closer to you. “Absolutely fantastic.”

All in an instant, you became very aware of how close his face was coming to yours and you panicked. You cleared your throat and turned away from him as you point to the sky.

“Uhm, that one right there is Cepheaus, it kinda looks like a house with a weird roof,” You moved your finger slightly over to the side. “And that one is…”

Your words trailed off whenever J.D’s hand reached and lightly grabbed onto your chin, turning you so your gazes were locked again.

“You know a lot about this stuff don’t you?”

You felt your face become very warm and you let out a nervous laugh before moving away from him again. “I’ll go get drinks!” You all but screamed as you jumped to your feet and ran into the house.

You closed the backdoor quickly and leaned against it, hiding your face in your hands when you realized how stupid you had made yourself look.

After your small pity party, you got the drinks and slowly made your way back outside.

J.D wasn’t sitting next to the telescope anymore, you looked around your backyard and saw him leaning against a large maple tree.

“Oh, there you are.” You said.

You were about to walk up to him when he turned around to face you, blowing smoke out his nostrils and giving you some sort of look you couldn’t quite read.

“Hey, thanks.” J.D said, taking a step and grabbing the drink out of your hand.

“That looked really cool, almost like something out of a movie.” You said as you tapped the top of your nose.

J.D looked down at the ground and smiled before meeting your gaze. “You’re real cute, you know that?”


Set in the Map of the World universe


She’s so small.

Sherlock Holmes curls his fingers around his daughter’s tiny, perfectly formed foot.

Feels the weight of it, the warmth of it, press against his palm.

Quite without his consciously deciding to, he brings it to his mouth to kiss and as he does he finds his throat has suddenly grown tight-

She is small, and vulnerable, and perfect, his daughter, and the knowledge of this fills him up with more feeling than he can possibly articulate.

So he closes his eyes. Doesn’t even try to. Molly lies asleep to his left, breathing softly, her hair matted against her head and bedraggled, her face pale from tiredness. She still smells vaguely of blood and sweat; The birth had been hard on her, harder than Sherlock had prepared himself for, and now she needs to rest-

As he thinks this, as he remembers this morning’s panic, the fear that his Molly would be taken from him, he has to force himself not to grip the baby tighter-

He has, after all, learned the hard way about holding onto things too tightly.

And for that reason he makes himself loosen his grip. Makes himself breathe deeply and calmly. He doesn’t want to alarm his daughter, or her mother: The danger from both is past. In the morning, he tells himself bracingly, in the morning Molly will wake up and he’ll show her the wonderful little being they made together. They’ll talk about a name, though personally Sherlock’s rather set on “Mary.” They’ll coo and smile at their child, and be thankful for her presence, and when he imagines that Sherlock’s heart feels so great and mighty and full in his chest that he fancies it might burst-

And so he holds his daughter close.

Breathes in the scent of her.

She gurgles slightly in her sleep but doesn’t wake; Feeling thankful for her continued slumber, Sherlock returns his investigations. He feels the delicate porcelain of her skull and marvels that it take up little more than a quarter of his palm. He touches her toes. Her pudgy little hands. In length, each one matches his thumb, they’re so small. They flex reflexively, even in sleep. He runs his knuckles gently over ten miniscule, perfect toenails, their edges scratching slightly against his skin, and smiles at the marvellous symmetry of it all-

Beside him Molly turns in her sleep, murmuring his name. Reaching out for him. He takes her hand and feels, for the first time in his life, that he has something truly precious in his keeping.

He is glad of it.

When John finds him later that night, he’s fallen asleep.

One hand is in Molly’s, and his little daughter is curled in against his chest.

Another Holler Folk Magic Story: Markin’

My family loves that old time religion (serious Freewill Baptists on my dad’s side and holy-rollin’, tongues-speakin’ Pentecostals on mama’s) but that doesn’t mean they don’t indulge in good, creepy, magical stories and traditions well outside the realm of Christianity. Most of their cautionary tales revolve around pregnancy and reproduction for some reason, and my favorite by far is what they call markin’.

Pregnant women, according to both my mamaws, have special powers. They wouldn’t phrase it that way, it sounds too pagan, but that’s essentially what they mean. For example, if a pregnant woman becomes obsessed with something, if she loves it too much or reacts to it with any emotion too strong while she’s pregnant, she can mark her baby to have features or characteristics that reflect the impact that object, person, idea, etc. made on her.

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Things I Have Been Reading... (March)

March has been absolutely EPIC for amazing fics!  I am thinking I’m gonna have to go back to posting twice a month because this list is becoming a monster BUT I still think you should go read all the stuff.  This month I have limited myself to only 10 recs for each of my fandoms but there were so many more I could have added.  So here you go, this is my much debated and agonized over list of recommendations for March 2017.

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Push and Pull| Thirteen

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

|Chapter One| |Chapter Two| |Chapter Three| |Chapter Four| |Chapter Five||Chapter Six| |Chapter Seven| |Chapter Eight| |Chapter Nine| |Chapter Ten| |Chapter Eleven| |Chapter Twelve| |Chapter Thirteen| |Chapter Fourteen|

pairing: Jimin x oc x Jaebum
genre: angst, regret
word count: 2k
a/n: Isolde spent three years with Jimin after meeting him by chance in a dance studio. He was perfect and he loved her, she thought he was the one she’d spend the rest of her life with. That all crumbles when he decides he wants to please his parents and leave her so he can be with someone like him. Isolde is plummeted into turmoil and leaves her job as a choreographer to move back home to the states. A mutual friend named Im Jaebum reaches out to console her, lift her back up from her fragile state. It’s a push and pull tug between what she thought she had and what she could have.

Stiff over-the-top clothes, camera flashes, people calling my name, fans shouting and endless streams of interviews. These are just a few things that I’d use to describe The Seoul Music Awards. I enjoyed coming every year, I always had. This year felt very different for me though. Different in a way I didn’t understand or like. It all came down to just one person who wasn’t here with me, when I knew she should be.


Instead, I had my fiancè Soomi at my side. She was just as well dressed as the rest of us, maybe even more so. Her deep red lace dress matched the embellishments on my suit jacket perfectly. Her now auburn hair was perfectly styled, parted perfectly down the middle and straight, framing her delicate shoulders. She looked absolutely stunning, her smile lighting up her entire face as she stood alongside me, her arm linked with mine. She was beautiful and happy to be next me. So, why wasn’t I happy to have her there?

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They start packing up their few belongings, the little food and water they have left. It isn’t a week’s worth, not even close, but they’ll find what they need along the way or die trying. Above them the sun moves inexorably toward the horizon, a clock they can’t turn back.

Will is organizing his mom’s remaining medical supplies when she says, out of nowhere: “We talked about giving you up.”

“Scully—” his dad says. A warning.

“He should know,” she says. “What we did. What we are.”

She’s sitting on the ground a couple feet away from him. Will looks at her, trying to keep his own voice as neutral as possible. “Why?”

“We knew you were different. We thought — we thought it would keep you safe. If you had a new name and a new family, somewhere thousands of miles away, they would never find you.”

“It wouldn’t have worked.” If he’d grown up with some other family, a family who lived in the light, who didn’t know that sometimes the monsters under the bed are real. There’s no way he would have made it this long.

Her voice is rough. “I would have regretted it every day of my life.”

Will looks away, blinking hard. “Mom, if you’d known. Would you still—”

Always,” she says. “Will. I love you. I’m so proud of you. No matter what. Don’t ever forget that.”

He starts to say I won’t, but his throat won’t cooperate, and anyway, that’s when the screaming starts.

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Breathe (Negan/Group x Reader)

Word Count: 5,084 (Yeeaahhh…)

Warnings: Cursing

(Part 1, Part 2)


With a forceful push to the wooden double doors, Negan revealed my new living quarters. Needless to say, it was huge. No words came to my mind and my mouth fell agape as my eyes danced around the luxurious room. Coincidentally, it was decked out in (y/f/c), my favorite color. My room back in Alexandria was the exact same color, but fell short in size comparison.

“Like it?” Negan asked from behind me.

“Uh, yeah,” I stammered, struggling to find the right words to describe how I felt. In the normal world, I wouldn’t have even been able to afford looking at a room like this. “It’s, it’s… Wow!” I finally breathed.

“Furnished it myself,” he proudly claimed, standing beside me and joining me as I continued eyeballing the room. “I had a few of my wives decorate it to give it a little -er- ‘flair.’”

“'Flair?’” I snorted at him, amazed that I heard him use that word.

“What? Isn’t that what you’d call it?” He innocently wondered.

I’ll admit, that was kind of cute.
What the hell am I saying?!

“I mean, sure,” I shook it off. “I’ve just never heard a guy use that word before.”

“Me either, but that doesn’t leave the room,” he whispered.

I stifled a laugh, wandering around the room. “No kitchen?” I pondered out loud.

“The people here cook for and, let me tell you, I was lucky to find 'em. We’ve got some damn talented chefs here!” As I listened to him, I brushed my hand over the silk, (y/f/c) comforter. “Bathroom’s through that door back there,” he directed my attention with Lucille to the back right corner, “and my room is right across the hall.”

I couldn’t think of what else to say. “It’s amazing.” I turned back to him and looked straight into his dark chocolate eyes. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my sweet fiancée,” he smiled, sauntering up to me and brushing a careful finger across my cheek. I never thought this man could have a soft side, and I could’ve sworn that I saw him let his guard down. Something in his eyes and his gentle touch had me captivated and I stood there, helplessly petrified. I can say one thing: he’s so dangerously charming that he could convince someone to dive off of a cliff.

“So,” he purred, his enticing brown eyes holding me captive as his finger traveled under my chin slowly tilting my head back and bringing my lips closer to his. “Why don’t you make yourself at home, and I’ll come later with a little surprise?” My heart felt as if it was going to explode as his unexpectedly soft pink lips teasingly brushed against mine.

“O-Okay,” I stammered.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned. He released me from my trance and sauntered out the door. “Be ready as soon as I get back.”

“Right,” I breathed, quickly nodding. With an evil wink, he closed the door behind him. Before my knees could collapse beneath me, I stumbled to the bed cautiously lowering myself down. The breath caught in my throat rushed out in frantic, quick puffs. My fingers raked through the roots of my hair as my heart pounded in my ears and made my stomach churn.

Breathe,” I thought to myself. “Just breathe. It’s almost over.” The hope for Daryl to successfully escape this place and round up the rest of the group to overthrow the Saviors is still in me, but Negan’s deceit and charm is practically drowning me. I want to get out and stay loyal to my family yet I’ve succumbed so easily to this sociopath. Taking a deep breath, I decided to take a shower and calm down.

“Hey, sweetheart!” A familiar gravely voice called from outside the door, “it’s me! I hope you’re ready!”

Coincidentally, I had just finished drying my hair. With a sigh, I trudged to the door and allowed it to creak open. There he was, leaning against the doorpost clad in leather but no Lucille.

Huh. That’s different.

Instead, he held a medium black box wrapped with red ribbon. “I gotcha somethin’.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding it out to me. Confused, I took the box from him and placed it on my bed, carefully tugging off the ribbon and lifting the lid from the box to reveal a black dress. Grabbing it by the sleeves, I gingerly lifted it out of the box. It definitely wasn’t a dress you’d wear just to wear it, and it was not the kind I’d want to wear in front of my grandmother. It almost looked too small.

“Where did you get this?’ I curiously asked, holding it up to my body.

"Like I said, I’ve got some pretty great scavengers around here,” he shrugged. “Why don’t you go try it on for me?”

I whipped my head in his direction. “What?”

“I mean, I figured you’d want some fresh clothes,” he said pointedly, stepping towards me. “Plus,” he added softly, “it’ll make me very happy. You want me to be happy, dontcha?” Gulping, I nodded and lit for the bathroom. “Wait.” I froze in my steps. “You don’t have to go all the way over there to try it on.”

My face turned beet red at his suggestion. “Wha-what do you mean?”

“I think you know what I mean, baby,” he chuckled. I blinked at him. “Aw, come on. It’s no big deal, right?” Actually, it’s a HUGE deal. I’ve spent only about three days with this man, and he’s already asking me to change in front of him?! “Tell you what,” he bargained, “how 'bout I turn around and let you do your thing? I won’t look, I swear.” Clamping a hand over his eyes for emphasis, he dramatically turned around to face the door.

I rolled my eyes but took quick advantage of the time to turn from him, strip off my old clothes, and wiggle into the small, skimpy dress. The fabric was tight enough to perfectly fit my form, the sleeves were about three inches wide and hugged my shoulders, and it stopped just above my thighs.

Sighing, I cleared my throat clarifying that I was dressed as I turned back to him only to see that he was already eyeballing me like a famished lion. I looked down, avoiding his eyes; I knew he didn’t have the decency or control to give me some privacy. He blew a low whistle through his lips and bit his bottom lip. “Hot damn, girl! Just look at you! I mean, this is just downright sexy but seeing you in almost nothing had me pretty antsy.”

Of course he looked.

 He laughed loudly as my face turned a deeper red. Upon realizing my embarrassment, his teasing subsided. “Oh, I see. Uh, sorry about that.” He paused, gesturing to me. “You really do look nice, and I mean that.”

I offered a half-hearted smile. “Thanks.” A moment of silence passed before I spoke again. “Er, Negan?”

“What is it, sweetheart?” He answered gently.

I turned on the charm, walking up to him and brushing a hand up his arm. His eyes glazed over with lust. “Would you happen to have any–I don’t know–extra clothes? Like, this is nice but I don’t want to wear it all the time and get it ruined, you know?” My hand swept across his broad chest.

Instantly, his face lit up. “You know what? That’s a great idea!”

My hand stopped at his neck. “What is?”

“You have extra clothes at home, right?”

“Yes,” I answered slowly, still not following.

“So, why don’t we stop by early, get our shit, and you can get some of your stuff to bring back?”

Oh no.

“Yeah! It’ll be a BIG surprise for your family! I’ve missed seeing them, anyways.”

Oh God. I stepped away from him. “B-but you said you’d return in a week-”

“Hey, they’re generally ahead of schedule, right? Resourceful?”

Of course. “Uhh-”

“Perfect!” He threw an arm around my waist and led me out the door. “Let’s round up the troops 'cause it’s time for a little road trip!”


I silently sat in the passenger seat of the gigantic truck as Negan sped to Alexandria. I wasn’t exactly sure how he knew the way there but it didn’t take much effort. As soon as we got to the gates, he put on the air brakes and parked it. I could hear other vehicles stopping and turning off their engines as he pressed a sloppy kiss to my cheek. “Time to meet the rest of the family!” He cheerfully exclaimed as he hopped out of the truck and slammed the door shut.

Before he could reach the front of the gate, I stepped out and followed him at a distance. I watched as he whistled brightly swinging Lucille in his right hand and sang the first four notes of Beethoven’s 5th. Lucille banged loudly on the gate three times. “Little pig, little pig, let me in!” He called in a sing-songy tone. The gate rattled as it was rolled open to reveal the entrance to Alexandria and a confused Spencer, a frightened Eugene, and an irked Rosita.

“Well?” Negan inquired as Spencer blankly stared at him.

“Um, who are you?” I guess Rick hasn’t told anyone yet.

He bounced on his heels in amusement. “Oh, you better be jokin’. Negan, Lucille. I know I had to make a pretty strong impression.” As Negan subjugated Spencer, Rick marched up to the gate with a scowl. “Well, hello, there,” he mockingly greeted him. I gulped as Rick stared him down. “Do not make me have to ask.”

“You said a week,” Rick answered, moving to open the gate. “You’re early.” The gate creaked as Rick opened it up.

“I missed you,” Negan answered with a ridiculous grin on his lips. A familiar, raspy growl sounded from behind me and, sure enough, a walker came squeezing through the many vehicles parked in front of the gate. “Oh, Rick, come on out here! Watch this!” I moved away from the walker as Negan advanced. “Calling it!” With a single blow, the walker fell to the ground as Negan laughed. “Easy peasy, lemon squeezy! Ain’t that right, beautiful?” He grabbed my hand and brought me into him with an arm wrapped around my waist. With a half smile, I nodded. I met Rick’s blue eyes that suddenly swam with sadness.

“All right, everybody,” he announced to the Saviors who stood behind us. “Let’s get started. Big day.” Rick’s eyes scanned the rest of the crowd until they landed on Daryl. “Hey, Rick, you see that? What I just did? That is some service! I mean, we almost get turned away at the gate. 'Who is that guy, anyways?’ Do I get mad? Do I throw a fit? Do I bash some ginger’s head in?” Well, he did. “Nope. I just take care of these dead pricks that could’ve killed one of y'all.“ He flashed a theatrical grin and bowed to Rick, circling his arm out and bringing it down. "Service.” Chuckling, he held Lucille out to Rick. “Hold this,” he mumbled, swaggering his way into Alexandria while I stood back and watched as Rick took a long, distasteful look at Lucille who taunted him with the blood stains still on her wooden skin.

“How’re you guys holding up?” I asked, cautiously walking up to him. His blue eyes, lacking of their usual intensity and clarity, met mine and softened.

“We’re all right,” he whispered. “Just…y'know…”

“Right,” my voice wavered.

“Hot diggity dog!” Negan exclaimed. “This is magnificent! An embarrasment of riches, as they say.” He turned back to us. “Hey,” he snapped his fingers, “up here with me, gorgeous.” I glanced appologetically at Rick as I briskly made my way next to him. His strong arm wrapped itself around my waist. “Yes, sir, I do believe you are gonna have plenty to offer up.”

Rick looked back at Daryl who stood silently behind him. “Daryl, hey–”

“No,” Negan said sternly. “Nope.” He walked between the two of them. “He’s the help. You don’t look at him, you don’t talk to him, and I don’t make you chop anything off of him.” Rick stared incredulously at him, then took his advice and turned away from him. With an amused smirk, Negan turned to Rosita who stared worriedly at Daryl. “Same goes for everyone,” Negan claimed in a sing-song tone. Crossing her arms, she avoided his glaring and continued to look at Daryl. I shook my head as Negan lead his head closer to her ear. “Right?” Tightening her jaw and glowering up at him, she obeyed and calmly moved away from him.

Negan snickered, bouncing in excitement with a wide grin. “A lot of suspense there,” he chuckled as he exhaled sharply. “I don’t think she even knew how much.” He blew out another breath. “All right, let’s get this show on the road. See what kinda goodies you got in the cupboard.”

“We put aside half the supplies-” Rick tried to explain.

No, Rick.” He turned back to him with a disapproving look. “No. You don’t decide what we take. I do.” Rick cast his eyes to the ground, tightening his hands into fists. “Arat,” Negan called to the scrappy young woman next to me.

“You heard the man,” she barked as they stood there and practically drooled out the corners of their mouths. “Move out!”

As the Saviors made their way around Alexandria, the residents stood utterly confused outside as they watched the scene. Negan mockingly clapped his hands for his followers obeying orders like dogs. Rick glanced at him for an explanation. “They’re just gonna search the houses a bit, keep the process goin’.” He drew out a long breath. “All right. You gonna show me around or not?” Rick’s face twitched angrily. “Well?” Without even looking up at him, he led him into Alexandria.

“And where have you been all this time?” I turned to Spencer who was subtly eyeballing me.

“Where do you think?” I retorted, rolling my eyes.

“What, you decide to abandon us and join the winning side?” He sneered.

“It’s not like that,” I groaned, running a hand through my hair.

He snorted. “Sure as hell looks like it to me. He’s seduced you with his brute strength and lavish clothes, and you came here to rub it in?”

My nerves snapped as he continued to nip at me. “Say another word, Spencer. I dare you.” A hand grabbed onto my wrist. I looked back to see Daryl shaking his head.

“Oh, so now you’re threatening to kill one of your own?”

My breaths turned into short puffs of anger as I ripped my arm out of Daryl’s grip and advanced towards Spencer. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Dwight got between the two of us, placing his hands on my shoulders.

“D!” Negan boomed as he quickly grabbed my waist and tore me away from him. “That’s two, man. I’ve said it before,” he turned to where everyone could hear him, practically showing me off like a prize, “this one is mine! NO ONE messes with her!” I looked down as all eyes and ears were on me. Now, everyone knows.

Breathe,” I thought to myself. “Just breathe. It’s almost over.”

“You see this?” Negan asked as we walked past some of the Saviors dragging out furniture. “This is the sort of thing that just tickles my balls. A little cooperation, and everything is pleasant as punch.”

Except for your vulgarity,” I thought to myself.

“You see, we really are reasonable people once you get to know us. Honest.” He reached into a cooler, whipping out a soda can with a gasp. He clicked it open, took a long swig, and finished with a sigh. “Here, babe. Have some.” He held it out to me but I shook my head. “Oh come on, hon,” he leaned in close to me but said to where everyone could hear, “it’s not like we haven’t swapped saliva before.” Pressing my lips into a firm line, I took the can from him and took a good sip as he howled with laughter. After I finished, he took it from me and threw it into the grass. “Damn, I love this place!”

“Negan,” one of the men called to him holding a video camera. “Somethin’ you might want to see.”

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” He took it from him, looking over it. I recognized that as the camera Deanna used to interview us whenever we came to Alexandria. “I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-deaky!” I sighed quietly, shaking my head. I cannot believe I agreed to marry this man.

With an audible beep, the camera turned on, and Rick’s scraggly beard and dangerous blue eyes appeared on the screen. The Rick who was unafraid and would effortlessly take care anyone who threatened him.

“I’ve killed people,” he admitted in his low, gravely voice. “I don’t know how many by now, but I know why they’re all dead.”

“Jee-hee-sus!” Negan gaped. “Is that you, Rick, underneath all that man-bush? Shee-ot! I would not have messed with that guy!” He turned off the recording, stepped back and started recording Rick as he blankly looked at the ground. “But that’s not you anymore. Is it?” He sniffed, turning the camera to his face. “Nope!” He turned the camera off, looking at me and running a hand over his fairly-bearded chin. “I really got to shave this shit.” He looked around, puzzled for some reason. “Whatever happened to that sick girl? That seemed like a hell of a stressful night for her.”

“Maggie.” My heart clenched at the memory of that night. “Poor Maggie.”

“The way she carried on, she was married to number two, right?”

His name was Glenn,” I thought to myself.

Rick’s eyes matched up with Negan’s in an intense, hateful glare. “Careful,” Negan reminded him. “Careful how you’re lookin’ at me, Rick.” He backed down, glancing away from him. “Widows, especially ones that look like that…” He sharply exhaled. “they…are special. I love 'em. Right after their husbands go, they are just…empty inside. But usually not for long.” My nostrils flared in disgust as he carelessly laughed suggestively. “Ahh. Where is she? I would love to see her.”

I’d had enough. “You’re not gonna lay a-”

“Do you care to pay your respects?” Thank God for Father Gabriel.

“Ho-ly crap!” Negan jumped. “You are creepy as shit, sneaking up on me, wearin’ that collar with a freaky-ass smile.” I snickered to myself. Good ol’ Father Gabriel and his perfectly poor timing.

“My apologies,” he replied. “I’m Father Gabriel.” He looked over at me with a warm smile. “Good to see you, (Y/n).”

“'Pay your respects?’” I repeated hoarsely.

“She didn’t make it?” Negan asked. Rick sighed, shaking his head. My hands flew to my mouth. Not Maggie, too. That’s three too many.


“Damn tragedy.” Negan sighed. “That’s what this is. Well, this must really suck for you guys.” No shit, Sherlock. “Number one? That was on me. No choice there. Lessons had to be learned. But number two? That didn’t need to happen. Daryl, there, he forced my hand. Probably put her right on her back, huh? Damn.” Rick and Father Gabriel exchanged a glance.

It must be a trick.

“I was gonna ask her to come back with me.” We all glared daggers at him. “Oh, I know what you’re thinkin’. How could I have a shot, guy that just bashed her husband’s head in? You’d be surprised.” He snuck a side glance at me. “Take this hot piece of ass for example. She finally agreed to-”

A gunshot and glass breaking stopped him from finishing his announcement. It sounded like it came from Rick’s house. Rick led the way into the house, but before I could enter Negan stopped me. “Why don’t you go get your stuff from your place and put them in the truck?” Without arguing, I nodded.

“Can I bring Daryl to help me?” I carefully asked.

With a stony expression, Negan glanced back at him and right back at me. “No.”

“Please?” I batted my eyes at him, dragging my finger up his arm, making him squirm a bit.

“Only if I get a reward whenever we get home,” he purred, waggling his eyebrows at me.

A sickening shiver went up my spine. “Whatever you want.”

“Fine.” He pointed at Daryl. “Not a word, and no funny business.”

I thanked him, then he swiftly smacked my rear and sent us on our way. Biting my tongue and clenching my jaw, I went across the street with Daryl in tow. We walked through the front door, and there were already people raiding my stuff. I decided to take advantage of my authority then and there. “Excuse me, but what the hell is this?”

One of the men who had a scraggly beard turned to me. “Negan said for us to search every house-”

“Every house but mine. Correct?” I snapped.

“Uh, well-”

“If you two don’t put everything you’ve taken back in their original places, you will be at the mercy of Negan.” I looked between the two of them; their faces were pale as ghosts. “Any questions?” They shook their heads. “Good. Now, get out!” They lit out of the house in under a second. “Huh,” I giggled. “Cool.” I turned to Daryl who looked like a kicked puppy. “The coast should be clear. Go get yourself something from the fridge.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he mumbled.

“Please,” I begged, carefully placing my hands on his shoudlers. “You need it.”

“You can’t seduce me, (Y/n). I ain’t gonna eat out of your hand.” He suddenly sneered as he brushed my hands off of me and moved by me to my room.

“Daryl,” I groaned. “Don’t do this. I’m not doing it for my sake, and you know that.”

“You didn’t have to throw yourself at him,” he grumbled.

“Accepting his offer is what’s keeping our group, and us, alive!”

“No, you did it for yourself!” He accused at the top of his lungs. You didn’t have anyone to do it for which makes you selfish!”

“I did it for you, Daryl,” I snarled through my teeth. He opened his mouth, but abruptly stopped. “I didn’t have anyone there but you, okay. I can’t watch you die. It’s hard enough watching you suffer everyday just to keep our family alive, and I’ve lost the closest thing I had to a brother.” I got up in his face, pushing my finger into his chest. “Do not tell me my decision was selfish.”

He stared incredulously at me, not knowing what to say. Shaking my head, I walked past him to my room, whipped out a suitcase, and started throwing clothes into it. “M’sorry,” I heard him mumble from behind me.

“It’s fine,” I responded, keeping my focus on fitting most of my clothes into the suitcase.

“D'ya want me to help out?” He offered.

“If you want,” I shrugged. “I still want you to go eat something.” I heard him breathe a laugh from behind me, then he came next to me, and started grabbing some of my things. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

After about 10 minutes of loading up my things, I saw Rick, Aaron, and Father Gabriel run to Spencer’s house. “What’s goin’ on?” Daryl pondered.

“Maybe we should go check?” I assumed.

“I can’t. You go ahead, and I’ll stay here and load your stuff.”

I smiled at him, standing on my toes to peck his cheek. “Thanks again, Daryl.” I ran straight to Spencer’s house to see Rick practically tearing Spencer’s living room apart while Aaron and Gabriel stood idly by.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“They’re taking all of our weapons,” Aaron answered.

“They said they’d only take half!” I shouted as anger rose in me.

“Carl threatened him,” Rick explained, “and Negan says we’re short two guns.  He’s gonna kill Olivia if we don’t find them.”

My eyes widened. “So who has them?”

“No one spoke up,” he sighed. “Spencer isn’t here, so we’re checking for them.”

“I don’t blame you,” I muttered.

“Spencer’s done this kind of thing beforfe. We keep looking. Maybe today works out.”

“I’ll check the garage,” Aaron affirmed.

“I’ll look in Deanna’s office again.” Gabriel said. Rick slapped him on the shoulder, and went on his way.

“I’ll help you, Rick,” I suggested. He looked back at me with a gracious smile and a nod, so we continued our search.

“Are they treating you well over there?” Rick asked over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “No one’s really allowed to mess with me but Negan, so…” I trailed off.

Rick straightened up, turning to face me with a serious expression. “Has he…has he tried to, I mean-”

“No,” I answered. He breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a bit. “I won’t let him take advantage of me.”

“Good,” he grunted. He then noticed the vent, curiously taking the cover off. Lo and behold, he began pulling out several cans of food, a liquor bottle, and a black silk bag with the two handguns.

My blood boiled as Rick looked up at me, showing the guns. “Kick his ass for me whenever he gets back, okay?” He half-heartedly chuckled, gathering them and running outside to give Negan the guns. “Hey,” I called before he could run out of the house. “I still have food in my kitchen. It’s free game for y'all.” He nodded gratefully at me and made his way out while I went back to my house to help Daryl and get the rest of my stuff.

“Got whatcha need, sweetheart?”

I tossed my final suitcase in the truck and slammed the door shut. “Yeah,” I mumbled, joining his side as Rick and Michonne came walking towards us. Across Michonne’s shoulders was a white tailed deer, and Rick held Lucille in one hand and a rifle that didn’t look like one of ours in the other.

“Look at this!” Negan mused as Michonne walked by him, avoiding his eyes.

“I thought she was out scavenging. She was out hunting,” Rick admitted. “This one never came inside. We kept it near the line.” He handed Negan the rifle.

“Look at this,” Negan repeated stepping towards Rick. “This is something to build a relationship on. Good for you, Rick,” he beamed. “This is readin’ the room and gettin’ the message. I’ve said it before, I’m gonna say it again: You, sir…are special.”

“Now that you know we can follow your rules…” Rick spoke up.

“Yes?” Negan replied unctuously.

“…I’d like to ask you if Daryl and (Y/n) can stay,” Rick finished.

“Not happenin’,” Negan immediately answered. Rick turned his head, glancing sideways at him. “You know what? I don’t know. Maybe Daryl can plead his case. Maybe Daryl can sway me. Daryl?” He looked back at him, but Daryl kept his eyes glued to the ground. I wanted to scream at him to just give in and say something yet I was glad the fight was still in him. Negan laughed, facing Rick again. “Well, you tried. Now what you gotta do is get over that tall wall of yours and try harder out there. Earn for me because we’re coming back soon, and when we do you better have something interesting for us or Lucille, she’s gonna have her way.”

“W-what about (Y/n)?” Rick asked.

“That fine piece of ass I decided not to kill that night?” He howled with laughter. “Not a chance! At least, not after she agreed to marry me!”

Rick’s head snapped toward me, his eyes wide open. “In fact, she insisted!” I gasped as Negan grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him. “She practically threw herself in my arms. Ain’t that right, baby?” He forced his slobbery lips to mine, kissing me as noticably sloppy and deep as possible, and my face turned red in shame as he pulled away. “She is gonna be my lawfully wedded wife, and has pledged her allegiance to me. Ain’t that a treat?” I cringed as everyone had their eyes on us.

“Now, Rick, I want you to hear that again: If you don’t have something interesting for us, somebody’s gonna die. And no more magic guns.” He turned to the Saviors. “Arat, grab that deer. It’s getting late. Let’s go home. The missus and I have a dinner date tonight.” He squeezed my side and released me, pushing me towards the truck.

I looked back at Rick who seemed as heartbroken as ever. I wanted to run back to him and let him know I was all right and that everything will work out. Alas, Negan had already hoisted me into the passenger seat, grabbed Lucille from Rick, and gotten into the driver’s seat.

“You called that pussy your leader?” Clenching my fists, I slowly nodded keeping my eyes on Rick who continued to stare at the ground.

“He’s not a bad leader either,” I retorted.

“Sure as hell seems like it to me,” Negan snorted.

Before too long, we were back at the Sanctuary and Negan had walked me to my room. I kept in mind what I’d said earlier about his “reward,” but, as long as I keep my mouth shut, he might forget

“So, I guess I’ll see you in the morning,” I mumbled, aimlessly trying to shut the door before Negan stopped it with his foot.

“Hold up, sweetheart,” he purred, pushing it back open. “Remember whenever you said I’d get a reward for allowing you to borrow Daryl?” I gulped and backed away as he advanced towards me. “I mean, getting to see you in that thing is reward enough, but,” I suddenly fell back on the bed behind me, “I’d rather see you without it.”

I was not willing to go through this, but something clicked in my mind. “If I allow you to do this, will it guarantee the safety of my family?”

“It could,” he whispered, dipping his head down to softly press his lips to my neck.

“Daryl, too?” I asked as my breath hitched.

“Depends on how well you respond, baby.”

Breathe,” I thought to myself as his face leveled with mine. “Just breathe.” His lips cascaded demandingly onto mine.

It’s almost over.”

I have no idea how to feel about this one.

I’m so sorry for the delay, guys! College has been pretty tough, but I’m more than willing to take time out to write for y'all!


Well, it’s pretty late here (2:15am) so I’m gonna leave this here. Thank you all SO much for the love and support! You guys are the best! -LGN


If You’re Lucky-Part 8


Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Chapter 8: I’d Cross An Ocean

Song rec: none because there’s too much going on in this chapter to stick to one song

Word count: 7,734 words. SORRY I’M NOT SORRY FOR THE MONSTER CHAPTER (don’t complain because it’s hella cute)

Warnings: swearing (a permanent fixture by now), TONS OF CUTENESS THANKS TO THE TWO SWEETIES MENTIONED ABOVE!, cheesiness galore (so lactose intolerant people beware), rude ass neglecting parent. Basically this chapter is lit y’all, okay. It’s one hell of a roller coaster ride so those with heart conditions be warned.

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In Time

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean
Word count: 4,715
Warnings: Smut, swearing, jealousy
Request: @novakfandoms Sam x Reader x Dean smut/angst? Reader ends up pregnant with Sam/Dean’s baby and the other gets super jealous?

For a while when the whole arrangement started, the three of you were in limbo. You hunted together, lived together, ate together…and slept together. Sometimes you were only with Sam. Sometimes you were only with Dean. Then there were the times that you had them both.

That’s how things went for a few months, each having your own room in the bunker. How you acted towards one another outside the bedroom that was used for your ‘fun’ didn’t change. You hunted the same that you always had. You went drinking together like you always had. You saw both of them go off with hot women as you always had. Despite feeling the jealousy burning through your veins, you kept your mouth shut. If one of them didn’t end up with someone, as well, you would have him with you that night.

Everything changed one night when it was you who was hit on. You were leaning on the bar when approached. Resting on your elbows, you flirted easily with the attractive man. Your eyes were on his, shooting down to his lips when his tongue darted out to wet them. He was nothing like the boys, making him all the more attractive. Maybe that’s what you needed to kill that seed of jealousy- someone completely different.

You had learned that his name was Max, and you felt that suited him. His tattooed arms were caging you in, his hands on the bar. He smiled as the two of you continued to talk. “How about we head out of here?” He suggested, motioning to the door. The pair of you had been chatting for quite some time.

Putting your hands on his slim hips, you bit your lip and nodded. “Your place, or mine?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

Max licked his lips, drawing attention once more to how perfectly formed they were, the small hoop looking as if it was meant to be there. “Mine.” Pushing away from the bar, he waited for you to move as well before putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for a kiss.

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The best live music venues in New Orleans

Music is such a large part of New Orleans’ rich history. If you want a proper boogie, and to listen to some of the best musicians in the world casually playing live for your pleasure, then you should definitely add the following New Orleans venues to your travel itinerary.

Preservation Hall

Of all the music venues on this list, Preservation Hall is probably the most essential - it’s certainly the most historic. This French Quarter music hall features classic Dixieland played by some of the best musicians in town. Its mission is to protect, preserve, and perpetuate Traditional New Orleans Jazz, so by paying it a visit, you’ll be helping the music that you’re listening to.

The Spotted Cat

Pretty much constantly packed, this popular bar brings local regulars and out-of-town visitors together, often for a unexpected swing dance. A Frenchman Street fave, it might be small, but this perfectly formed venue positively vibrates with an atmosphere of fun.

Apple Barrel

With significantly better acoustics than the barrel from which it takes its title, the Apple Barrel is one of the best venues in New Orleans to hear live jazz and blues every night of the week. Like The Spotted Cat, it’s located on Frenchmen Street (there’s a lot of live venues on Frenchman Street, it’s a bit of a one-stop shop for an amazing night of music), with a similarly enthusiastic crowd.

The Jazz Playhouse

When you want to know about music, it’s probably best to ask a musician. Playhouse’s owner is Grammy and Billboard Award-winning Irvin Mayfield, so you can probably trust his taste when it comes to selecting live acts.

The Maple Leaf

Established in 1974, The Maple Leaf is one of the longest continually running clubs in New Orleans offering live performances seven days a week. The uptown bar is a popular destination for young people, especially local university students - partly because of its mix of live jazz, rock and blues, partly because of the venue’s near-constant party atmosphere.


Jazz isn’t the only live music New Orleans has on offer - Siberia hosts artists ranging from homegrown metal groups to underground rappers and undiscovered punk bands. With a booming sound system that goes up to 11, fun light shows, a passionate crowd, and flowing drinks, if you want to try something a little different next time you visit New Orleans, head to Siberia, where they keep things very cool.

Snug Harbor Jazz Bistro

If you’d like to eat while you listen, head for Snug Harbor Jazz Bistro on Frenchman Street, which features live jazz & delicious Creole food in an cosy, brick-walled space that dates back to the 1800s.

Explore Halki Island

Halki is a Greek island in the Aegean sea just west of Rhodes. It is only reached by boat, and is most definitely worth the trip. Small, but perfectly formed, the island has a beautiful harbor with crystal clear water and fisherman who are always happy to have a chat. 

When exploring this place, you’ll find a handful of beaches and stunning sunsets like this one to await you before you head to one of the islands many welcoming tavernas to enjoy another Mediterranean summer night.

Feel inspired to visit Greece.

Words Unspoken



Word Count: 995

Just a random drabble while chatting with a friend.

Originally posted by airenawonderland

Yoongi not being able to sleep one of many nights he’s unable to do so. He tosses and turns in his bed so much that even Seokjin grumbles in his bed to he quiet. So, he yanks the covers back and gets out of bed, letting his feet take him elsewhere. He’s so tired but it’s to the point that his mind won’t let him sleep and he doesn’t even know what he’s thinking about because it’s all random and not important. He finds himself outside of Jungkook and Namjoon’s door but before he can turn back his body just continues to guide him, opening the door, he’s pulled towards Jungkook’s bed. Standing there he just gazes down at the maknae’s sleeping form, no shirt on, covers tucked under his chin and his hair all mussed up from his earlier tossing and turning to get the most comfortable. Yoongi sinks to his knees and before he even realizes it he’s sitting on the floor, one arm resting along the edge of the bed, his chin propped up on top of it examining the serene expression on Jungkook’s face. His own charcoal eyes taking in the little features that doesn’t get appreciated because the younger is moving to fast or just too far away. 

Like, how there’s still bits of pink in his hair from when it was dyed the time before last, looks like the staff missed a few spots and how his skin is finally clearing out, puberty is settling down and the golden glow the boy always seems to have shines even more. There’s still a few pimples, one close to his ear, another two slightly raised near his hairline from the grease and sweat that builds up so easily. How dark and long Jungkook’s eyelashes are, they’d make any girl jealous. How Jungkook’s nose is long and straight but at the end it hooks just so and the fact that Jungkook get frustrated every now and then by it makes Yoongi smile because it’s just a nose, it’s Jungkook’s nose and he wouldn’t change it for anything. How he’s got a single scar from such a silly thing. Fighting over video games with his brother. It makes Yoongi chuckle softly, such a kid. 

How his jaw has become more angular as the boy in front of him truly is turning into a man. At least his body anyway. How those new piercings Jungkook got on his right ear were the exact same ones he got at the exact same age. Yoongi wants to tell him that he’s not fooling anyone but he never will because those lips, those small, thin, perfectly pink lips will form a smile of adoration that’s only directed at Yoongi and he savors that smile each and every time he sees it that he wouldn’t jeopardize that for anything. Yoongi’s other hand is for some reason hovering over those lips one finger pointed towards them ready to touch. He let’s out a soft sigh because just what does he think he’s doing? He doesn’t. He should go back to bed. He should have never been in here in the first place. 

A sleep filled and cracking voice speaks softly to him through the dark, “Why did you stop hyung?" 

His eyes grow as wide as saucers before he trains his expression back to neutral and seeks the one aspect of the younger he was unable to fully appreciate while he was asleep. The two continue to stare at each other. Jungkook is blinking sleepily but keeps quiet waiting for an answer that he knows will never come. 

"I can’t sleep,” is the response he gets instead. The quiet stretches once more each asking for something neither will voice aloud. Finally, Yoongi breaks eye contact and raises his hand to the brown hair that looks so fluffy but is sadly a little too dry, a little too damaged from all of the color changes they would never stop doing. He ruffles Jungkook’s hair as he slurs at the younger to go back to sleep. A warm hand grasps his wrist and then they’re gazing at each other once more. 

Stay with me hyung. 

Let me hold you, Jungkook-ah. 

Neither of which get said, neither of which are understood. Just the twinges in their hearts that there’s something else. Something more between them. Yoongi peels off the younger’s fingers and tells him once more to sleep. Pushing himself to his feet he heads to the door, struggling not to look back at the younger but this time he can feel eyes on him. 

“Sweet dreams." 

He mutters as he closes the door behind him. Jungkook falls back asleep, Namjoon continues to stare at the ceiling pretending he didn’t witness a moment that should never have happened and Yoongi slips back under his own covers, colder than he was when he left. It’s easier to let his eyelids fall shut this time. He can see the younger behind them and that’s all he really needed to calm him. 

It’s no surprise the next night when his door creaks open in the middle of the night. It’s no surprise that a messy brown haired man with a small scar along his cheek bone, a pimple near his hairline and a shy fondness in his eye shoves the elder over and slides under his cover. Instantly the man’s broad shoulders are all Yoongi can see. It’s no surprise when the elder sinks so low he can’t resist and throws his arm over the younger man’s waist. It’s no surprise that a chilly hand wraps around his pulling him even closer, tucking his against his bare abs. 

"The floor’s down there." 

"I know, hyung.”

 It’s no surprise that Jungkook feels a small smile against the back of his neck as his eyelids flutter shut and he sinks into the first real peaceful slumber either of the two have gotten in months. 

It’s no surprise.