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laufeysvalentine · 1 day ago

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i want you.

remus lupin x fem!reader | masterlist

summary ༄ remus x best friend!reader -- or in which you're in love with your best friend, but he's not exactly in love with you back... angst

word count ༄ 3.2k

nora’s notes ༄ eeek my first writing post!! i'm so excited. this is kind of bad but IDC part two will be coming and i swear will be better written okay enjoy!! mwah 💘

“moony!” you sing-song as you twirl into his dorm, lips spread into a wide grin. “we’re leaving for hogsmeade, hurry up.”

he’s on his bed, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he glances up from his book, suppressing a smile when he sees you. “hi, y/n.”

he embodies the word comfort, you think. he’s wearing one of his trademark warm wool sweaters, an empty mug of tea by his knee, gray blanket draped across his lap, and that smile. it would be the death of you, you were sure of it.

“hi,” you respond, clasping his book and setting it onto his bedside table. “c’mon, everyone’s waiting for us downstairs.”

he sighs so deeply you think he might crack a lung, and loops his pointer finger through one of the belt loops of your jeans to pull you onto his bed. “do we have to?”

as much as you’d like to stay here with him, you also want to buy more chocolate frogs, so you spring back up, tugging at his hand. “yes, please. i’m low on my candy stock.”

he groans, letting you pull him off of his bed and out of the dorm. “your sweet tooth is killing me.”

you shrug. “that’s what you signed up for when you said yes to being friends in first year. now you’re just living with it.”

he just hums in agreement, letting you wrap your arm around his. remus lupin, your best friend. he’s the kindest man you’ve ever met, let alone known. it would be a lie to say you weren’t completely and utterly in love with him, and even more of a lie to say you hadn’t been since before you were a teenager, even if you didn’t understand it then. but, alas, as soon as you’d admitted it to yourself, you also resolved to never, ever tell him. you were sure he didn’t feel the same about you, and why would you carelessly toss away the best friendship and most understanding person ever just for some feelings?

and so, you waited and hoped, prayed that it would go away. you would move on and keep your friendship.

and, of course, you didn’t.

“y/n!” james calls once he sees the two of you walking down the stairs to where the rest of the marauders are waiting. “finally.”

“we sent you up like ten minutes ago,” peter complains, frowning.

you shrug. “oops.”

remus shifts his arm to settle around your waist, nudging you in front of him. “well, we’re here now, so get a move on.”

you thread the hand he placed on your stomach with your own, thumb rubbing circles onto his. he smiles down on you, and that smile, oh, lord. you could see it a million times and never have enough. you’d jump over bridges to have him watch you like that all the time. you’d sell your soul to be his, really and truly. and the worst part is, you have no shame about it. merlin, you’re in love.

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jelly beans or chocolate frogs, that is the question. you glance at one, then the other, then the other again. your shoulders slump. it’s too hard of a decision. you’re about to cave and get both when you feel warm arms wrap around your waist, a chin settling onto your shoulder. without looking, you press a kiss to remus’ cheek. “hi.”

“hi,” he replies, inhaling your scent, nose tucked between your ear and your hair.

“chocolate frogs or jelly beans?” you ask anxiously, holding up the two in front of you. “or both?”

“both,” he agrees with you, and you can feel the tension slowly leaving him as he stands behind you, entwined with you.

you nod, happy with his judgment, about to speak when someone beats you to it.

“remus?” a voice yells from behind, excitement coloring her tone.

you know who this is without looking too, but you wish you didn’t. remus slowly stands back to his whole height, and the sudden absence of his warmth makes you shiver. you turn just as he does, even if you don’t want to see the girl beaming at him.

you know her, of course you do. doesn’t everyone know celeste huxley, the most beautiful hufflepuff to grace hogwarts’ campus? angels sing when she walks past, men and women fall to her feet in her wake. she’s worshiped, adored. okay, you’re being dramatic, but still.

you hate her.

you hate her silky hair, her evergreen smile, her cesspool of kindness.

and you hate yourself more for hating her. she’s never been mean to you a day in her life, she couldn’t be mean to anyone even if she tried. but still. she’s who you’ve tried to be your whole life. she is the blueprint, the model with cherry-red high heels you wobble and blister your feet in. she has all Os on her OWLs, victoria’s secret hair, people who love on her like a celebrity. and she’s fucking obsessed with your best friend, of course. she could have anyone in the world, and she picked him. why couldn’t she love sirius or james, like half the girls at the school? why did she have to want remus?

and the worst part is, she deserves him. he deserves someone as perfect as he is, even if that’s celeste.

as you swallow down your hatred, you realize she’s started to pull remus away from you, pulling on his sleeve towards the jelly slugs, and you almost lob your stupid chocolate frog at her head. tears sting your eyes and you try your best to blink them back as you watch remus watch you, only half-listening to her blabber. he knows you hate her, and the most sheepish, guilty look comes over his face. you ignore him, putting your candy back, too upset to think about eating it. luckily, you spot sirius in the corner and quickly try to make your way over him when you’re pulled back.

remus has got ahold of your belt loops again, and you watch him whisper something to celeste before gently removing her hand from his sweater and pulling away. he chose you now, but for how long? the thought chills you, goosebumps prickling your skin, your heart.

“dove,” he says quietly by your ear. “what happened to your candy?”

“didn’t want it,” you mumble, walking towards sirius.

“why not?” he’s dancing around the topic, and both of you know it.

“not hungry.”

“i’m sorry.”

“s’not your fault,” you say. you’re not mad at him, you could never really be mad at him, but you’re upset nonetheless. you push away towards the black-haired boy perusing the shelves. “siri, you done?”

you link arms with your other friend, leading him out of honeyduke’s, leaving remus trailing behind.

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“hi dove.” a voice, and its accompanying owner, peeks out from the doorway into your dorm. “may i come in?”

“hi rem,” you say in response, beckoning him in, putting your book to the side to let him crawl onto you. “can’t you always?”

his shoulders sag slightly, slumping into your bed as soon as he reaches it. his head is in your lap, and he closes his eyes once you begin to massage his scalp with your fingers, pressing a kiss to your exposed hipbone next to him.

you don’t say anything, you just let the silence dance between the two of you.

he’s so pretty. you brush some of his sandy strands out of his face to let yourself just admire him. the towering giant and all his gentleness. your fingers trace the outlines of his face, the scars that decorate it, all the way down to his right pinky, where he has the cutest tattoo.

i love you is all you want to say. the words pulse at your throat, begging you to let them free. but you can’t. you can’t lose him. anyone else, sure, you would do it. but not him. not remus, your remus.

when he wakes, groggy but grounded, you have a hot cup of tea ready by your bed, ready for his consumption. you hand it to him as soon as he’s fully awake, pulling himself off of you to accept the mug. “i don’t deserve you, dovie.”

“don’t say stuff like that, rem. if anything, you deserve better.” you press a kiss to his cheek, smiling.

“there’s nobody and nothing better than you,” he promises, hand landing on your lower thigh to massage it gently. you smile, letting the quiet linger between the two of you a little longer before speaking up.

“you wanna talk about it?” you ask, watching him sip his tea.

he gives you the most adoring smile, and you want to put it in a box and lock it up and keep it forever. “just tired.”

“okay,” you say, searching his face to verify what he’s saying. “you can always talk to me, you know.”

“thank you.” remus is always sincere, it’s one of the things you love about him, but he seems especially sincere now. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n.”

“and you are to me,” you whisper, eyes dipping to his plush pink lips. you want to kiss him so badly right now, but you know he just means it like a friend, as much as you wish it wouldn’t.

swallowing, you wipe those ideas away, choosing to rest your head against his fleece sweater-covered shoulder. he drops a kiss onto the top of your head, and you sigh in contentment. this is why you refuse to tell him you love him. you couldn’t live without these moments.

“there’s a party tonight at nine-ish,” he says softly. his thumb is rubbing circles on your knee. “sirius is dragging me along. will you come?”

you contemplate it only briefly. “i’m tired, rem. you should go, though.”

“i’ll stay back with you,” he decides with resolution. your heart melts, it’s sweet of him to want to stay with you, but you want him to have fun. plus, you can feel in how his body coiled with excitement when he talked about it–he wants to go.

“no, go.” you glare playfully at him. “i won’t forgive you if you don’t.”

“i’ll stay with you,” he repeats, staring right back at you. “it’s just a party. i’d stay with you forever, you know? you’re my favorite person.”

“i’ll be mad at you if you don’t go, i swear to merlin,” you egg him on, heart melting.

“no.” he’s too stubborn for his good.

“i want to be alone,” you lie. you know he wants to go and you refuse to hold him back. “i might come later on, just not at nine. i’ll be there at ten, maybe.”

“and i’ll wait for you,” he promises.

“please, remus.” you put on your saddest tone, gaze up at him pleadingly. “i just need some alone time.”

“you want to be alone?” he asks cautiously, searching for any hint you may be lying.

“yes.” you cross your toes, tucked under your quads.

he’s hesitating, and as if in perfect timing, a knock sounds at your door before a familiar head of black hair peeks through.

“moony, let’s go. leave poor y/n alone.” sirius clicks his tongue.

you push remus’ shoulder lightly, gesturing for him to go. he casts one long look at your face, as if memorizing every ridge.

“she’s not going to change while we’re gone, get a move on,” sirius groans from the door. you nod at the statement, and remus concedes.

“i’ll be here the whole time,” you promise.

“call me if you get lonely.” he makes you swear before reluctantly getting up. you kiss his hand to send him off.

you were lying when you said you would join him at nine. five minutes after he’s out the door, you’re fast asleep under the covers, the ghost of his touch comforting you.

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as soon as your eyes open, you let out a sound of disappointment. you can tell you haven’t slept through the night, as none of your roommates are in their beds, and they always sleep in. the clock reads that it’s only a bit before eight forty five, and you roll over in your bed. you know you won’t be able to fall back asleep, but you try anyway, until the door slams and your eyes fly open.

it’s lily, face flushed with the cold and excitement. the second she sees you kissed by sleep, she covers her mouth. “sorry, y/n! were you sleeping?”

you wave her off. “no, i was already awake. what’s up?”

“james is going to be at the party tonight. will you come? please, please, please? i don’t want to go alone with him,” she begs. “please.”

you weigh your options: if you stay here, you’ll just lay in bed, not sleeping. you might as well go with her, you’ll see remus there too.

“okay,” you agree, and she practically drags you out of bed, she’s so happy.

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even though lily’s the one who dragged you here to keep her away from james, she’s off with him in a corner within ten minutes of you getting there, leaving you in a sea of other people, alone. of course, you know most of your housemates that are stuffed into this crowded common room, but you don’t know any particular one of them enough to properly go up to and chat. you sit awkwardly on a couch for a few minutes, next to couples making out, before finally just giving up and getting ready to leave.

you saw sirius going into a bedroom with someone, so he’s out of the picture, peter’s smoking in the corner with some ravenclaws you have no interest in speaking with, james is alone with lily, and he’d kill you if you interrupted them, and you have absolutely no clue where remus is.

whatever. you walk towards the door to the girls’ dormitories, stumbling over students on the way, when you just barely catch a glimpse of sandy hair outside on a balcony. you’d know it anywhere–that’s remus. you scramble towards him, eager to see a friendly face, hand cracking the door open, when just as quickly as it came, the excitement dies in your throat.

because just behind remus is a girl you hate to see. celeste, hair floating behind her. if you blink hard enough, you see a breeze wafting through her hair as her fingers knot around remus’–your remus–neck. his hands are on the small curve of her waist, and he’s pushing her against the railing and, oh god–they’re kissing.

you let out a thick gasp and your hand slaps over your mouth. you turn and flee. they probably heard you, but they can’t maneuver through the crowd like you can. within seconds, you’re sure you’ve lost any trace of them, darting through people as you sprint outside to the outside of the castle. sure it’s past curfew, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

no one will see you now.

he’s supposed to be yours. he was yours, he was yours in more than just a best friend. those nights when he fell asleep in your bed, having you wrap your arms around him for warmth, he was yours. when you always visited him post-full moon in the apothecary, and as much as he wishes to push you away, you never let him, he was yours then. when he lets you in, truly and fully, and lets himself cry against you, letting you take care of him for once. you’re the only person he’s ever let himself cry in front of.

and even though you’d deny it a million times, and you did, to sirius, to james, you’ve always hoped that he liked you back. deep down, in the parts of your soul you only ever showed to him. he didn’t have to love you, even. just like, that would be enough. anything would.

but that was too much for him, clearly.

you’re crying. tears, fat and hot, soaking the skin on your cheeks. head in your hands, letting your open palms pool the salty water. you feel nothing but yourself and the wind against the cold of the stone steps, whipping your hair around.

“dove.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping you’re hallucinating, praying the voice you just heard wasn’t real. you couldn’t see him right now. that would be humiliating.

“y/n?”

you crack your eye open when you hear the same voice, trying to swallow your sobs back and failing as they manifest into ugly hiccups. you’re not hallucinating. merlin damn it.

in front of you, peering up at your blotchy face, is remus lupin, your best friend. the man who’s not yours.

he’s on the step below you, but one hand snakes its way onto your knee, soothing your skin with his slender thumb, the other finding your hand to intertwine your fingers. fuck, his touch both makes you lean into him and want to throw up at the same time. his eyes are chock-full of compassion, and god, you hate it. “what’s wrong?”

his words send you blubbering into tears again, rubbing at your eyes as something splits open in your chest. “n-nothing.”

“something’s wrong, love. let me help you. let me in,” he pleads in the softest tone, and you have to fight to not give in, to wrap your arms around him and never let go. remember celeste, remember that terrible sight of his lips on hers.

“remus, leave me alone.” you’re shaking, but somewhere inside you, you find your resolve. you stand, pulling away from him, and make to run back inside the castle, but his long legs catch up to you easily, arm shooting around your waist when your knees buckle and you collapse onto the floor in sobs.

“y/n, you’re scaring me,” he says, panic accumulating in his voice. “please tell me what’s wrong and i’ll fix it, i promise. please, baby. it’s killing me hear you cry.”

you’re so close to the doors, you can see them. you stand again. “you don’t get to say that.”

“what?” his arm’s still around your shoulder and you shove it off.

“stop it! you’re so mean, remus. you don’t get to call me dove and call me baby and say stupid things like how there’s nobody better than me and i’m your favorite person and then go off and kiss other girls,” you spit out on the verge of hyperventilating. you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore. it’s just coming out, spewing out of your mouth like the vomit that’s sure to follow. but even as each word shocks you, you know they ring true. “i hate you for it. i hate you for leading me on for years when i’ve loved you since we were kids! you’re terrible, remus. i hate you.”

he’s absolutely stunned trying to process your words, and you use the momentary distraction to race back into the school, gunning for your dorm and locking it once you’re inside. the image of celeste and remus plays through your mind all night, so much that you can barely even think about how you confessed your love to him.

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feastingonchrist · 15 hours ago

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Amen!!!! This is what God has revealed to me. He is helping me with underlying layers of shame, embarrassment, insecurity perfectionism, fear, vulnerability - which all effect the way i interact socially. It's so hard to feel like i can relax and breathe in social settings and it stresses me out terribly. He also has highlighted another layer of abandonment issues and familial wounds stemming from the way my parents have treated me growing up until adulthood (like still to this day.)

He is letting me see through a tiny kaleidoscope, little moments of freedom, joy, and hope, and that has kept me hanging on. He has given me so much peace. I see the gospel in every situation. Celebrating Advent last year by focusing on hope, peace, joy and love each week, has helped me see the heart of the gospel. What God has to offer us as His children through believing in the gospel of Jesus Christ. It's so awesome and freeing, knowing that there is nothing i can do and the more i try to force things to "solve" the problems without God in it, i make things worse. But when i focus on Him during the trials, know that He wants to free me from bondage - bondage that He has already set me free from by making the path clear - actively saying no to fear and showing up anyways, repenting from that pride i have been feeling gently convicted of, by sitting and dining with Him and making Him my only source of hope and reliability..... I have been seeing so many breakthroughs in different areas!!! Ups and downs occur as a test of faith too, but i count those all joy!!!

i now get excited to go to church. i look forward to worship service and have lots of gratitude towards Him that it's a calm and peaceful place to worship that i have been searching for for so long. i look forward to talking to the people i know there and walk in a joyous anticipation and openness to interact with people. He is working on me being more free to open up, wanting to be vulnerable by creating genuine conversation and generating meaningful relationships. for giving me the heart to want to worship more freely and even sing along to the songs i know. i even am starting a new job there, too. i LOVE my church and the fact that everyone is so kind and connected. it even feels that way during worship, and when we recite the creed & Lord's Prayer. I just feel so full of joy and freedom and an overall sense of blessedness that i never knew was available to me. All i did was take a step of faith into my church last November - literally barely even two months ago, and ever since, He has been doing so much healing in my heart and mind. He is working rapidly in my church and i can see it!!!

so yeah!!!! i have learned the importance of dining with Christ and feasting on His goodness. Sitting at His table and letting Him feed me. He is our daily bread and the living water. We eat the bread and drink the wine in remembrance of what He did for us. We walk by faith, let Him lead us, and we produce fruits of the spirit that flow from within Christ in us. we eat of that sweet fruit and share the it with others and watch God put it back onto our plates yet again. He anoints our head with oil and our cups overflow. I love Him and am so grateful for His grace and love towards us!!!!! His words brings me peace and now joy. Just seek after Him continually and keep on praying. Let God take His time to see what He can do for you! i pray someone is blessed by this, amen <3

Thank you for sharing bc this inspired me to share some testimonies in my life as of late ♥*♡∞:｡.｡

When you start chasing after God, You'll find that the things you need will start chasing after you.

Matthew 6:33 "But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you."

#jesus christ #psalm 23 #ill tag later js wanted to share hehe

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staylovesmiley · 1 day ago

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Mixtape: OH~ Chapter 1

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Han Jisung x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; Having a crush on your friend/roommate while trying to navigate college life is hard enough as it is, what happens after you find out the secret he has been hiding?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; college!au, female!reader, angst, smut, mentions of sexual harassment, alcohol and drug use, she/her pronouns used for reader, this is very loosely based off the overall themes/tones of the manga and anime “kiss him, not me!”~

“So…you gonna buy it?”

Soft chocolate brown eyes flit around the room, his honey skin flushed lightly caused by the cider he had been nursing throughout the night.

“Ya know what? Sure- gotta take down Minnie-opolis one property at a time.”

Cool condensation wets your palm due to the cold glass of cola you sip on while you listen to the chatter of your friends around you, not fully paying attention to anything but the man sitting so close beside you on the floor that your thighs are pressed together.

“Pay up then, baldie!”

“oh that was so uncalled for! I still have hair, ya know! It’s just buzzed.”

“Yeah, you look like a kiwi fruit.”

An exchange of flimsy paper money for a piece of card stock printed with the property being purchased is made across the coffee table and a moment later there is a shout that draws everyone’s attention, well….almost everyone.

“Ya! Don’t think I didn’t see that, you little cheat! That money is supposed to go in the bank not your personal stash!”

Playful argumentative yelling bounces off the walls of the small apartment belonging to two of your dearest friends, ending with a little metal playing piece being thrown and the sound of it making contact with its target as a loud shout sounds to your left.

“Okay okay someone else please be the banker?? We can’t trust this dog with such an important task, the power is going to his head.”

A tongue licks over a plump bottom lip after the bottle of cider is finally finished off, a soft clink sounding as it is placed gently on top of the table. God you wished it was your tongue instead.

“Uh- hellooo? Earth to Winnie??” You startle slightly, the sound of your nickname jolting you out of your trance as you turn to see Jeongin eyeing you expectantly from across the table, blush fanning over your cheeks as you realize they had been trying to get your attention for a while.”Sorry, Innie…think I’m starting to get sleepy.” You say, playing off your lack of attention with what you hope is a convincing yawn and a little stretch of your arms and shoulders. “You wanna call it a night? We do have class in the morning-“ Jisung whispers from your right, hand coming to rest on your thigh and the warmth you feel from the contact makes your brain feel fuzzy.

“Uh- yeah, maybe that’s a good idea. Sorry guys-“ You reply sheepishly as you move to rise from your spot on the floor. Your best friend is giving you a knowing look, smirking as he nudges your other best friend to his left and you mentally groan as Celine stifles a giggle and turns to whisper something to a confused looking Chris who’s eyes widen after she pulls away with his mouth making a little ‘o’ before he nods in understanding.

“Night guys! Gotta drive the lightweight home and pray he doesn’t have too bad of a hangover in the morning.” You tease, bumping your shoulder lightly against your roommates as he whines. “Ya- I’m not that much of a lightweight anymore!” He complains though you know it’s all for fun. The two of you say your goodbyes to your friends before heading out and down the wooden steps to your car parked a few spaces down from the exit of the old apartment complex.

Your roommate, Han Jisung, slips into the passenger seat as you enter on the drivers side. With your foot on the break you push the start button and the engine roars to life while your passenger princess eagerly turns his heated seat on max and cozies up against the leather material before buckling himself in. “We could have stayed a little longer if you had wanted to, ya know…I could have gone and crashed in Celine and Chris’s room for an hour or two to let you all finish the game-“ The man is quick to shake his head at your admission, giving you a warm smile as you start to back up from the parking space.

“Nah, you and I both know the second your head hit that pillow your ass wouldn’t be up until morning and you’d be late to class having to double back and grab your book bag from home.” You sigh in defeat, knowing full well he is right. “No fair- you know all my bad habits by now you shouldn’t be allowed to call me out like that.” He chuckles and leans his head against the cool pain of the window while looking over at you to watch as your focus lays on the road ahead. “No can do, my baby. It’s cause I know you so well that I have the privilege and duty to call you out.” You groan, hearing him call you his baby always makes you weak and really you shouldn’t let it go to your head too much as just last week he was calling Hyunjin in the same way as you both met in the quad before grabbing a quick lunch in between classes.

You had met Jisung two years ago, at the beginning of freshman year when your friend Celine had introduced you to her new boyfriend Chris and his slowly growing group of friends. The two of you had instantly hit it off and after years of feeling like an outcast despite your two best friends always being by your side you finally felt like you had found somewhere you belonged. Your crush on the slightly older man didn’t happen until after you had moved in together your second year of college as you had both been desperate to get out of the dormitories and into a proper apartment.

It was simple, really. The way he would brush his hand against your lower back gently as he passed by while you were cooking a meal or washing the dishes, giving you a soft smile and muttering an apology as you both maneuvered in your impossibly tiny kitchen. You always felt a blush creeping up your neck and to the tips of your ears when he gave you one of those smiles, big boba eyes looking so soft and apologetic you couldn’t help but step aside to make his exit a bit easier despite wishing he would touch you again in such a soft manner. Your feelings for him only deepened over time, though you would never admit it to him. You couldn’t admit it to him, despite Celine insisting that Chris said your roommate was obviously down bad for you as well. His evidence? The way he would always cut their producing sessions short the second your location showed that you had arrived home, the way he would light up at the mention of you or when he would be in the spare room of Chris and Celine’s apartment and both of you girls would pop in to say high after a girls day out, or how he hadn’t changed his phone’s lockscreen from the picture Jeongin had taken of the two of you in the living room of your then brand new apartment, boxes of your belongings stacked haphazardly around the surrounding space as you both held up your keys with cheesy grins that made your cheeks feel sore after it was taken.

You were not convinced, however, your bad brain telling you that no one as charming and charismatic as Han Jisung could ever feel more than a platonic connection with you.

Even now as you entered your small two bedroom apartment just outside of campus, dropping your keys in the bowl by the front door and slipping off your shoes as Jisung did the same with a slight stumble as even though he’d only had the one drink he was such a lightweight it still had an effect on him.

You made your way inside with your arm loosely around his waist under the guise of helping him steady himself. Jisung allowed it, head coming to rest on your shoulder as you made it to his door. “Winnie, baby?” He cooed softly, looking up at you with big brown eyes that always melted you into a puddle under their gaze. “Yes, Ji?” You said softly, pulling away to look at him just as soft. “Do you um-“ he started, looking between you and his door a few times giving you the impression he was going to ask you to stay the night in his room.

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to fall asleep in one of your beds, snuggled up on nights after a long study session or when either of you needed an extra bit of comfort after receiving a bad grade. You nodded to him, trying to not seem too eager as he looked down at his feet. “Do you want to stop by the cafe on campus before class tomorrow morning?” You paused, trying to hide the disappointment you were feeling with a smile and small nod. “Y-Yeah, Ji. That sounds like a good idea.” He looked back at you with a bright smile before opening his door. “Sweet! Okay- I’ll see you in the morning then.” You giggled a bit, nodding to him as you turned to head for your own room. “Don’t over sleep too much or we won’t be able to go to the cafe without being late.” You called out to him before closing yourself in your room.

You sighed, the darkness of the room surrounding you as your eyes slowly adjusted. It was silly to be so upset at not being asked to sleep in your roommate’s bed, as if you had any claim on the space. You carefully got dressed into an oversized hoodie and pair of sleep shorts before laying down and grabbing a make up wipe from your bedside table to haphazardly remove the small traces you had worn that night before pulling your spare pillow to your chest. If you couldn’t fall asleep with the beautiful musical theory major in your arms then this would have to do until you maybe one day worked up the courage to tell him how you felt.

The smell of deli pickles and the loud sound of the latest pop hits surrounded you as you poked around at your salad absentmindedly while Jeongin sat across from you ranting about something your professor had left a comment about on his most recent assignment. You were too busy thinking about how earlier that morning Jisung had come up behind you in the quad in between classes and wrapped his arms around your waist with his head rested on your own while you had been talking with Felix and Jeongin about the party that was happening later that evening.

The musician had lit up as he pulled back to look at you in surprise. “Wait- you’re going to Junnie-hyung’s party too? I thought you said those were too loud and crowded.” He pouted, arms giving you a squeeze before falling limp at his sides. “Well I wasn’t gonna go but Lix insists I need to get out of the house more than our normal game nights with the crew.”

He still held the pout on his lips, arms crossing over his chest. “But if you’re going to the party who’s gonna stay in and watch dramas with me and listen to me complain about the lead girl picking the wrong guy??” He said with a little whine, one hand coming to hold your bicep and you felt your resolve cracking. Maybe you should just stay in after all with your crush instead of going out to a party you’d most likely get overstimulated at and wish you were at home anyways. That’s when Felix perked up and bounced over to wrap his arms around Jisung with excitement. “Well then you should just come with us!” The musician groaned as he let the slightly younger engineer squeeze him before shaking their bodies dramatically. “Come ooon it’ll be fun! Please?” You gave him a small smile, and that’s all it took for Jisung to agree.

“Hello? Winnie- Are you even paying attention?” Jeongin huffed, popping a fry in his mouth as you looked up from your salad to give him a bashful smile. “Sorry, innie- was trying to figure out what I’m gonna wear to the party tonight…” You felt his smirk on you before you saw it and you whined, knowing what he was about to say before he even spoke. “Why? Trying to impress a certain someone?” He teased lightly as he took a bite of his sandwich. “No- just…there are gonna be a lot of people there so I wanna look nice.” You shrugged, taking a bite of your salad while your companion gave you an exasperated look. “Stop playing around, it’s just the two of us here. Anyways, it’s not like everyone isn’t already aware of your little crush but him.” Jeongin comments as he finishes off half of his sandwich and goes in for a bite of the second half. “Still- you act like my world revolves around pleasing Jisung.” You mumbled, eating a piece of chicken out of your salad as you thought for real this time about what you should wear to the party. “Will you help me pick something out? You’re way better at this than I am.” Jeongin smirked, nodding his head enthusiastically. “You’re giving me a chance to dress you up? Hell yeah. I’ve been dying to do something about your wardrobe situation for a while.” You gasped at him playfully while picking a fry off his place to throw at him. “Are you saying I don’t have style?!” He laughed, picking up the fry you threw from the table to pop it in his mouth before answering. “You have the style of an eighty year old grandmother with those cardigans you always wear.” You rolled your eyes before continuing with your meal. “Besides, gotta make you look hot so maybe you’ll finally grow the balls to tell Hanji how you feel.” Your eyes widened at that. It’s like he could read your mind- how you had been thinking of using this party as a way to gain the confidence to confess. The two of you finished your meal in relative silence, chatting here or there about class before finishing up and making your way back to campus for the rest of your day.

The bass was loud, as expected, the floor beneath your feet practically vibrating as the drink in your hand left a bitter taste on your tongue but you continued to sip at it in hopes it would blur the anxiety edging in your mind. Jeongin had done a wonder on you, dressing you in a lacy black cropped cami you completely forgot you had purchased and a miniskirt with a red floral pattern you normal would have worn under thick tights but tonight he had handed you a pair of fishnets you knew you did not own prior and he had to have brought them with him. You had to fight him on allowing you to wear a plain black cardigan, insisting that the cool autumn air would freeze you to death without it.

You made your way through the crowds carefully as to not spill your drink on yourself or others as you were already starting to feel a nice buzz when you happened to run into the man of the hour, your friend Yeonjun who was now the chapter president of the fraternity who’s party you were attending. “Winnie! Oh my god I didn’t think you’d actually come!” He exclaimed excitedly as he pulled you into a warm hug, patting you on the back lightly as he pulled away. “Well I wasn’t going to but Felix made a compelling argument-“ you giggled, tucking some of your hair behind your ear as he reached for the drink in your hand. “Whatcha got here?” You made to stop him before he tipped it back and made a face like he was going to spit it out. “What the hell was that?! Who gave you that?” He groaned, taking your hand firmly before dragging you towards the kitchen. “Wooyoung mixed it up- no clue what he put in there but he swore it’d be good.” The older man scoffed as you leaned against the counter while he poured your cup out and began making something new for you to drink. “Figures. That dude has no taste- I’m sure he’d drink nail polish remover if he thought it would give him a buzz.” You laughed, taking the drink he offered you with a thanks before taking a sip and sighing in relief. “Better?” He asked, an amused smile playing at the corner of his mouth and you nodded. “Much, thank you again.”

You stayed talking with Yeonjun in the kitchen for a while, catching up with him before he was pulled away by another member of his fraternity to play some drinking game you weren’t too knowledgeable. By the time you found another familiar face you were pleasantly intoxicated with yet another drink to sip on being thrust into your hand by an equally as intoxicated Hyunjin. “You look hot, Winnie bear.” He said with a smirk and a nudge to your hip with his own. You heard a chorus of agreement from the rest of your friends around you causing a blush to fan across your cheeks. “It’s all thanks to Innie! He deserves the credit.” You said, trying to take the attention off of yourself and thankfully it worked somewhat as the conversation naturally drifted off and you were able to sip your drink and listen in as your mind wandered until you could feel someone’s gaze burning into you.

Jisung. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression as he sipped at the drink in how own hand. The colorful flash of the strobe lights in the living room illuminated his honeyed skin in a way that mesmerized you and you swallowed hard before stumbling up to him. His hand came to your waist instantly as he let out a light chuckle. “Woah there, careful baby.” You blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed but the feeling of his hand still resting on the dip of your waist spurred you on as well as the earlier gassing up of your attire that evening. “You were staring, Hanji~” You sing songed to him, giggling a bit as you looked up into his eyes adoringly. He blinked a few times before shaking his head. “Just making sure you’re alright. You don’t usually come to these and you seem to be pretty drunk.” Jisung teased, poking your cheek though he pulled his finger away quickly as you turned to bite it playfully.

“You are so sweet, Ji…always looking out for me.” You cooed, head coming to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you to steady you against him. “Well I-“ he started but you cut him off quickly. “And you’re always so pretty…prettiest man I’ve ever seen.” He blushed now, though you could barely see it under the still flashing lights in the room. The bass still booming around you caused you to feel hazy and the smell of his cologne would have been intoxicating alone without all of the alcohol you had consumed. “Have you seen Lee Minho?” He asked, obviously trying to tease but his voice seemed a little bewildered as he looked down at you curiously. “Han Jisung just take the damn compliment!” You pouted, stomping your foot in playful annoyance causing him to laugh. “Okay that’s enough alcohol for you, you are acting silly.” He said, gently taking your cup from you and sitting it down. “Noo no I’m having a good time! I’m with a pretty boy and I’m at a party and I feel greaaat~!” You stumbled more as you tried to leave his side to grab your drink but his arm tightened around you until your chests were flush together.

You both stood there for a moment with wide eyes staring at each other, and something seemed to possess you as you slowly started to lean in. You were gonna do it, gonna finally kiss the plush lips of the gorgeous man you had been living with for the past year and a half. Just as you were inches from impact his hands moved to your shoulders and he took a step back. “Alright, really you are being silly now. Let’s go find Channie-hyung and get him to take us home, yeah?” You sighed, feeling defeated as you nodded and let him take your hand and lead you to where Chris and Celine were sitting making out on the couch. Fuck your life, that couldn’t have gone any worse.

It was a few weeks after your drunken attempt at kissing your roommate that you were sat across from him in the library studying for your respective classes while quietly snacking on the grapes you had packed for the stuffy session.

Neither of you had spoken about that night much, besides Jisung teasing you about the massive hangover you had the next day. Nothing had seemed to change, and you were grateful for that. Jisung didn’t treat you any differently, probably assuming you trying to kiss him was only due to your intoxicated state and not any underlying feelings you’ve had for him since moving in together. You felt like you could breathe easy with that thought comforting your nerves.

Just as you were popping another grape into your mouth your roommate stood with a stretch of his likely sore muscles from sitting folded up in an uncomfortable library chair for the past few hours. “I’m gonna take a bathroom break, yeah? Don’t slack off without my moral support while I’m gone.” He teased, giving you a wink as he turned and made his way to the far end of the building where the restrooms were located. You hummed to yourself one of the tracks Jisung had played for you earlier, asking your opinion on the tune although you knew next to nothing about music in comparison to the prodigy he was. You both had a shared sociology class that you had been studying for a test together for the past hour and you got to a spot you knew he took some good notes for. He wouldn’t mind if you just..took a look at them while he was gone, right? Surely not. You know if you asked him he’d willingly turn them over anyway so it shouldn’t be an issue to just take a peek. You got up from your spot and took his seat before carefully scanning over what he had open on his laptop.

her moans echoed off the walls as his hand traveled lower, caressing her body in a way that drove her mad as he pressed he back firmly against the wet tile of the shower wall.

Oh. These were definitely not the notes for class. What even was he working on? Probably some fanfiction for one of his beloved dramas or animes. You giggled a bit and continued to read, your curiosity getting the better of you and also maybe you could get an idea of what he was into this way.

Gently he pushed a finger inside, the wetness from her arousal and the steady stream of water flowing down their bodies making the slide easy. His forehead rested against her own as she gasped. “J-Jeongin~”

Wait- what?! Jeongin. As in….Yang Jeongin? Your Yang Jeongin? Yang Jeongin who grew up in the same neighborhood as you, whose mother was your mother’s best friend in college. Jeongin who for the first few years of your life you were convinced was your cousin and even your parents couldn’t tell you that you weren’t. Why was Jisung writing explicit stories about him- what even was this?! Still, you continued to read until your eyes caught something that confused you even more.

”oh Winnie, so wet for me already? I’ve barely touched you.” He chuckled darkly as he began pumping his finger in a slow rhythm before adding a second and picking up the pace.

You- you’re Winnie….no- what is even happening right now?! Your roommate who is one of your best friends, that you have had a crush on for a year, is writing….smut about you and your childhood best friend? You shake your head, unable to fully wrap your mind around what you just read but then your eyes widen as you hear Jisung singing along to some song that had been playing in the car earlier that day and getting scolded by the librarian as he made his way back to you. Shit.

You scramble back to your seat, heart racing as you try to seem nonchalant like you hadn’t just read that Jisung was writing about one of your closest friend’s finger blasting you in the shower. “Hey baby, miss me?” He teased, taking his seat and casually placing his headphones back around his neck. “Haha yeah definitely- you have those notes from Mr. Lewis’ class? I’m stuck and you always have better notes-“ You feel sweat beading at the back of your neck from the adrenaline, worrying in the back of your mind that you will get caught for snooping. “You got it, baby.” He coos, pushing a notebook your way and you curse yourself in your mind that of course he wouldn’t have notes on his computer but in one of the millions of notebooks he kept on his person. “Thanks, Ji.” You breathe out, trying to keep calm as you attempt to get back to work.

What the actual fuck was that.

author’s note; happy birthday to meee~~ it’s currently 12:36am Jan13th and I’m officially half fifty ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ hope you all enjoyed the first chapter~~ this is just the beginning hehehe

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rosaeh · 18 hours ago

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writer!jason x actress!reader

kind of la la land au

words = ~ 1.800

Being Bruce Wayne's son, Jason should not have any trouble publishing his book. Hypothetically. But Jason wants his book to be published because it's his, not because it's Bruce Wayne's son's.

But he is really starting to consider this idea when his manuscript is denied for the fourth time. He does not understand what he is doing wrong. He truly thought his first manuscript was good. Flawless even. He graduated from the literature course of Gotham University with honours, meaning he knows to write. He does.

So why on Earth is he sitting with his head in his hands, the refusal email displayed on his laptop's screen ?

Being Gotham's daughter certainly did not help you in improving your acting skills. Or it seems to be what the people at the audition thought, at least. Working at a dinner since you were 17 in order to pay for your acting class, you know what making sacrifice means, what being hard-working means. And you certainly know your acting skills are good. Excellent even. You do your best to be in character, learning about them, taking notes, acting as if it were you.

Which is why you do not understand why the phone has not rung yet, as you are waiting for the call that could start your career.

He needs to change his mind. And even if he does not want to, he will -he also has to- go to this gala Bruce is hosting. Being with his siblings might soothe him. Being in an event that pisses him off even more than those stupid publishers, will definitely make him forget about it, even if it's just for a night.

So he finds himself standing awkwardly near a table on which rest a feast, a champagne glass in hand. He looks into the void, reminiscing about his book. Being at this gala did not actually help, because for once -once- no one is trying to bother him tonight, and his siblings are all caught up with someone. God, for once, he wished someone will talk his ear off about anything.

Crying in your bed tonight because of the rejection you feel within your bones, was not an option. You had promised your friend Esme you would work with her tonight as a waitress because she was afraid to go on her own among the socialite. You did not have the heart to tell her no one would pay mind to either of you, being only little people at their feet. So you had agreed.

Now here you are, pacing through this room, a plate full of champagne on your flat hand, hoping -praying- you won't drop it. A man even tried to put a tip in the pocket on your heart as if you were some kind of stripper for him to look at.

He needs another drink. If now one was going to make him forget about the book, then he will do it himself.

Barely even looking, he reached for a glass a waitress is offering. Rude. He looks up quickly to thank the person, knowing how shitty working amount socialite was. Hell, even just being around them was a pain.

As he was about to speak up, he looked at the woman and found himself scanning her face, feeling like he had seen her before. He still worded his gratefulness, "Thank you." he breathed out as he tried to figure where he has seen her before.

You were about to turn around and keep on pacing when the man's voice stops you.

"I feel like I've seen you before." he said, gaze fixed on you.

And you felt your cheeks getting hot and surely red as well. -Not only because this man is undeniably handsome, and you feel like a bug under is scrutinising green eyes.- But really because you know what he meant. You had been scared anyone would bring this up tonight, but the knowledge that no one would actually talk to you won out on the fear.

And here he is.

"Must've been someone else, surely." a polite smile is on your face, trying to play the perfect waitress. After all, playing pretend is what you do for a living, or at least try to.

His brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, and your smile felt more awkward than anything now. It is as if he could see right through you, which made you feel even worse about your acting skills. You really should not have come tonight.

But, obviously, he had to figure it out.

"I saw your face on a poster, in the metro. The ads for-"

Jason decided to cut himself off because now she really looked mortified that he was talking to her, and he did not even notice since he was so focused on figuring out who she was.

The woman's cheeks were crimson, and now he felt bad.

"I'm sorry, I- Shouldn't have brought that up, you- Please, keep on going with...serving." Great. Now he felt even worse because he was so awkward as if he had never talked to another human being before that, and he was sure he made her feel worse by extension as well.

He dared meet her eyes again, and he was struck. -Not only because she is gorgeous, and that he was so set on trying to find her face in his memory to notice.- But really because she seemed less creeped out now. As if seeing him makes a fool of himself appeased her. Also because the woman's focus was now on him, and as if she were reading his mind, she said :

"There's no problem, really. It's okay." She offered a soft smile, that appeased him too.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." He apologised again.

"You didn't, it's alright, I promise. And… I am, indeed, the girl from the whitening toothpaste." She sighted, as if the mention of the ads itself was a curse upon her.

You had no choice but to accept this ad, really. Because when you don't get any audition nor roles, and that you need to eat, you take anything. And honestly, at first, it did not bother you. It was just a simple ad, a picture of you holding the toothpaste in your hands with a bright smile. Easy. But they had to whiten your teeth.

And you can tell he remembered, because his lips were pressed in a thin line as if he was holding himself from grinning, God, maybe even laughing.

You knew you would not be able to take it if a man so handsome -and a socialite at that- laughed at you. You would just have to bury yourself 6 feet under.

"I'm not-" he cracks a chuckle, "I'm not laughing at you."

But you knew for sure this was a lie and knew you should feel ashamed, perhaps, but you do not. Because you felt like he was actually telling the truth, and was not laughing at you.

"What are you laughing for, then?

"My brother bought it, and his teeth were so white we could see 'em in the dark." He fully laughed now at the memory, and you were in awe at how gracious he made laughing seems.

You cannot help but crack a grin at his words.

"Thank God, I didn't actually have to use it."

He saw her smile before. A few times, when he would walk in the metro, the posters plastered on the dirty walls. But for some reason, seeing it for real was, actually, breathtaking. Like, breathtaking. Jason even stopped laughing at Dick's expense, to admire her smile. He hoped it did not come off as staring because he wanted to keep doing it.

"Are you telling me this was a misleading ad? Your teeth were not that white?" He smirked now, feeling weirdly more comfortable.

She scoffed, mouth agape, pretending to be offended. "I would never participate in that kind of masquerade."

He was amused. Actually amused, and the thought of his manuscript, of everything he had to change about it for the fourth time. But of course, fate was not on Jason's side -or so he thought- and a man approached the both of them. He said her name, and Jason kept repeating it in his mind, as if to carve it there.

"You can't speak to the guests, you have to work."

Her eyes widen, and she was red again, apologising throughfully to the man -whom she called Max- and turned her heels, not even daring to spare Jason a last glance.

And of course now that she was gone, someone came to talk to him. He should not have prayed for that before, he should have known it would come at him and bite him back.

There is a feeling of soreness in your arm for holding stuff all night long, but it was finally over. Max kinda scolded you for speaking with the socialite, but acted as if he felt bad for it and acted friendly again. You wondered if he was flirting with you. You were almost certain he was, but it was so badly handled that the doubt lingered.

It did not linger much longer, though, when he proposed to drive you home. And Esme was nowhere to be found. No excuse for you to avoid it, no matter how hard you tried to. You insisted on taking the cab, and he reminded you of how dangerous Gotham was. As if you didn't grow up in Crime Alley. You know how dangerous it is. But you are still testing your odds.

"It's really not necessary, Max. I'll be fine."

Max opened his mouth to argue with you furthermore, when you saw your light in the dark, your way out of this situation. The guest you talked to, and from afar you can now see how good his suit looked on him.

Not taking any chance to let this timing go to waste, you quickly cut off Max.

"Actually, someone's already driving me home." And with that you called him out, until his green eyes -that you were so grateful to see- were on you. "I'm here !"

He furrowed his brow in the exact same way he did when you two talked, and you cannot help but think it is cute. The man seemed to examine you, and when his eyes landed on Max, he finally understood what the look on your face meant. He nodded is head, telling you to come, and you obliged, thanking whatever deities were watching over you.

She quickly walked over to him, as if she was eager to come to him. As if. She was eager to get away from the other guy. Still, Jason felt a twitch in his stomach at the smile she wore on her face.

"My hero." She breathed out when she stopped right in front of him.

His gaze rested on her face for a moment longer, before he blurted out. "Jason."

She furrowed her brows as he suddenly speaked up, but the smile remained on her face. "Jason?"

God, his name on her lips.

"-Yes, I'm no hero. Just Jason."

considering writing this as a series tbh but i'll see i guess

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #dc comics #red hood #the hyperfixation is getting out of hand #i love him your honor #batfam #jason todd thoughts #jason todd fanfic #jason todd headcanon

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phoenix-downer · 3 days ago

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Next to My Husband

Summary: Penelope can't believe Odysseus is really home, and he claims he isn't the man he once was. But one final test reveals the truth, and husband and wife reunite at long last.

~ 2770 words. Set during "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again" in the Ithaca Saga of Epic: the Musical and expands on their reunion. Angst, Romance, Fluff. Check the tags for additional info. POV Penelope.

Penelope waited in her chambers, staring out the open window facing the sea. For a long time, she had despised it for taking her husband away from her. How many nights had she spent staring at it, hoping, wishing, praying he would come home? And now Telemachus claimed he had returned.

It was too good to be true. Odysseus was dead. He had drowned or perished on some faraway island. She was in denial like so many other widows of the Trojan War. This was just a dream, nothing more.

She faintly heard her name called out, and then the door to her chambers creaked open. A man stood there, looking utterly haggard and ragged in the torchlight. He quite literally wore rags, his clothes were stained with blood, scars littered his body, and his dark hair and beard were matted. His eyes were red instead of the brown she remembered. But the way he looked at her…

She swallowed and stood. It had been so long since she had seen Odysseus that she wasn't sure if she could trust her eyes to tell her the truth.

“Is it really you? Have my prayers been answered? Or am I dreaming once more?” she asked.

He smiled sadly. “It's hard to believe, I know.”

She hesitated, then took a few steps closer to him. “Forgive me, but you look different. Your eyes are tired and your frame is lighter. Even your smile is different. It's so torn. Is it really you, my love?”

If this man really was her husband, he had changed so much in the intervening years that her heart and mind were having trouble coming to terms with the differences. She was a practical woman out of necessity, but all those painful days and sleepless nights longing for him to return had created a phantom lurking in her mind, a spectre made up of memories and longing. Her phantom husband was not the same as the man before her now—he was young and kind and optimistic, not middle-aged and jaded and haunted.

But then again, she was hardly the same woman either. She was also middle-aged now, and exhausted, and cautious. Naivety was the luxury of fools. She’d had to be clever and cunning and deceitful to survive. To raise Telemachus and keep the kingdom running and hold the suitors at bay.

His face fell. “I’m not the man you fell in love with,” he admitted, and she was confused for a moment before he continued. “The man you once adored—he's long gone.” That haunted look returned to his eyes, and he hung his head in shame. “I'm not your kind and gentle husband, and I don't deserve to be called your love. Because I'm not that man, not anymore. I don't even know that I deserve to be called a man after what I've done.” He ran a shaking hand through his shaggy hair.

She wasn't sure what to say. If he truly was a monster, he wouldn't feel remorse. But those blood-soaked clothes certainly spoke for themselves. The servants were currently cleaning up the aftermath of his killing spree that had left 108 men dead. And yet he had done it for a reason. Telemachus had told her it was to protect them. He had spelled out their horrible plans, the ghastly fate Odysseus had spared them from. Any good husband and father would do everything in his power to stop such an awful plot directed at his family. It was just difficult to wrap her mind around how far Odysseus had gone.

The world was a cruel place, to turn her kind, gentle husband into a ruthless killer.

He mistook her silence for judgment. “I know you've been waiting for the man who was once your love,” he said, and there were tears glistening in his red eyes and shadows on his face from the flickering torchlight. “But you don't know what all I've done, and I can't change the past. How could you ever love me if I told you?”

“Try me," she said softly, like this was another one of the riddles or puzzles or challenges they always used to make for one another. “What kinds of things did you do?”

She wanted to know. Wanted to find out what he had done, what spectres haunted him.

“Left a trail of red on every island,” he told her. “Traded my friends like they were just objects I could use. Hurt more lives than I can count.”

He continued telling her what he had done, and though it made her stomach turn, she appreciated his honesty. He wasn't sugarcoating his behavior or pretending his dark deeds hadn't happened or weren't his fault. When she had seen him off to war, she had hardly expected him to keep his hands clean. But the war had ended a decade ago, and his journey back to her side had taken another decade and even more bloodshed.

Yes, the world was cruel to drive a man like her husband to commit such atrocities. She could only hope the world would be less cruel for their son. A kind, peaceful world where good men never had to be ruthless to make it home alive…where good men didn't have to leave for war in the first place…if only.

But she was Penelope, Queen of Ithaca, and the scarred, bloodstained, haggard man before her was claiming to be her husband and king. She would leave speculation pertaining to ideal worlds to the philosophers and any actual execution of said ideals to the gods. Penelope of Ithaca for her part would continue to deal with reality.

“And why did you do these things?” she asked, her voice careful and stoic as she paced the room, her expression keeping up the façade of a judge.

“All of it was to bring me back to you,” he said, his voice breaking at the torment he'd been through, at what he still tortured himself with, and her heart broke along with it.

If this was a false Odysseus, he certainly sounded like the real thing.

“If you want nothing to do with me,” he continued, “I understand. Just say the word and I'll be gone forever.” He dared to take a step closer to her. “But if you could find it in yourself to fall in love with me again, not the man I was but the monster I am now, please, tell me.”

He pleaded with her with his entire being. His arms and legs trembled, his eyes begged her, and she could sense how badly he wanted to embrace her.

A part of her wanted to cave completely, to take him in her arms and smother his face with kisses. But she had one more test. One final question to confirm he wasn't an illusion and to make sure he was still her husband deep down. Was he still the same man she had fallen in love with all those years ago, or had the years changed him too much like he seemed to think?

She suspected he needed this test as much as she did.

“If that's true,” she said at last, “if you really have done those things and you really are a monster like you say, could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labor that would bring me some peace.”

She gestured to their bed, to where they had spent so many lovely evenings together and where she had spent countless more agonizing nights alone. “See that wedding bed? Could you carry it over? Lift it high on your shoulders and take it far away from here.”

It was a trick question, one only Odysseus would know the answer to.

His face twisted in pain. “How could you say this? I built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat. I carved it into the olive tree where we first met. It's a symbol of our everlasting love.” His voice got louder and angrier, and it was clear he was wounded deeply by her request. “Do you realize what you’ve just asked me? The only way to move it is to cut it from its roots.”

His unspoken meaning lingered in the air. He didn't want to destroy the symbol of their love or the reality behind it any more than she did. And that meant he was still her husband, despite what he might think.

She couldn't test him any longer. She smiled as tears filled her eyes. “Only my husband knew that, so I guess that makes him you.”

His eyes widened. “Penelope…” So much meaning and emotion behind a single word. Twenty years worth of longing and waiting. Oh how she had wanted for him to say her name again. To hear his voice once more.

She cupped his cheek, and he melted into her touch, the tears streaming down his face. “I will fall in love with you over and over again,” she promised him through her own tears. “I don't care how, where, or when. No matter how long it's been, you're mine.” She stroked the faded scar on his cheek that he'd gotten from that boar hunt all those years ago. “Don't tell me you're not the same person. You're always my husband, and I've been waiting for you.”

He threw his arms around her, holding her close like his life depended on it, saying her name over and over again. He had been through so much to come home, to return to her. There would be consequences for his actions—trials he must endure and people he must face. But they would deal with all that together. And they would do it tomorrow. Tonight, he didn't need lectures or judgments or reckonings.

He needed his wife.

She pulled away a little and searched his face, then leaned closer, closer till her lips brushed against his. His breath caught, and then he was kissing her back with all the desire and passion of the last twenty years spent apart. One hand wove its way into her hair and his other arm wrapped around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself against him.

He deepened the kiss, and her mind flew back, back to all the times they had done this before. To their first kiss under the olive tree that was now their bed. While they were older and more experienced, their eagerness and passion now reminded her of then.

When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless. She very much wanted to continue, but he insisted on cleaning up first. So she sent the servants to fetch water and heat rocks for the bath. When everything was ready, she glanced at Odysseus.

He still hadn't removed his bloody rags, and he stared at the water with fear in his eyes.

He’d never been afraid of water before. All those years at sea��had he almost drowned?

“Ody?” she gently asked, using his old nickname as she placed a hand on his arm.

“Poseidon has had his revenge after all,” was his cryptic response. “I don't think I'll ever be able to enter a body of water without panicking.” He smiled ruefully. “I can torture a god with his own weapon and slaughter over a hundred men in a single day, but taking a bath is beyond me.”

She glanced at the tub. It really wasn't that big, just large enough for the two of them. Maybe they could start small and he would get used to being in the water again.

“I'll join you,” she said, then carefully unfastened the fibulae holding her peplos in place as he watched. As the garment slipped off her, she had a brief moment of uncertainty and grabbed the fabric. He hadn't seen her in twenty years. Would he still find her aging body beautiful? He’d probably met plenty of stunning mortal women and breathtaking goddesses on his journeys. How could she possibly hope to compare—

He gently grasped her hand and led it away from her body, letting the peplos slip off completely. The way his eyes traveled up and down her body, the hunger and yearning in his gaze, she knew her fears were unfounded.

“You're even more beautiful than I remembered,” he told her, putting her fears to rest for good. He embraced her and kissed her softly, tenderly, and she gently tugged at his rags. Normally, it was the servants’ job to undress and bathe the king, but she wanted to be the one to help him.

When she’d gotten all the rags off at last, she wanted to cry. His scars were even more visible and numerous now. She knew each one carried a story of pain and suffering and survival, and she wanted to know them all.

He misunderstood her expression, shame crawling up his face and driving him to look away from her. She quickly put a stop to that when she kissed the scar on his right shoulder.

“You're more handsome to me than ever, my love. These scars are signs of your survival. Wear them proudly.”

He searched her face and then kissed her again, and they spent quite a while kissing and touching before finally making it to the bath. He braved the water with her by his side, and she carefully cleaned every inch of him. Washed away the blood and the sweat and the grime. Ran her hands through his tangled, matted hair until there were no more snarls or knots. And he carefully washed her too, washed away the fear and sweat and deceit until she felt completely clean.

When they were through, he looked much more like himself again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and was about to kiss him when a bright light flashed. When she could see again, it took her a moment to realize Odysseus was still with her, because her husband quite literally looked like a god. He was taller and stronger than ever before, and his hair graced his broad shoulders in thick dark curls. Going by his expression, she had undergone a similarly miraculous transformation.

Then he smiled, a smile so big and bright it lit up the whole room and made her smile too. “Thank you, oh goddess of wisdom, for your support in my romantic endeavors,” he called out to someone she couldn't see, “but I would've taken my wife to bed all the same.”

He grinned and swept her into his arms, and Penelope could've sworn she heard an owl hooting in return. But soon all thoughts of their divine supporter fled their minds as Odysseus carried her to their wedding bed.

Twenty years of absence could not easily be undone in a single night, but they were willing to try. Especially because the night went on and on and on, almost as if Someone was asking Dawn to wait until husband and wife were fully sated.

When at last they were, Penelope smiled and played with Odysseus’s hair as they cuddled together. His eyes weren't red anymore. They were back to their beautiful, natural brown. A sign that he wasn’t a god or monster but just a man.

“How long has it been?” she asked, knowing her answer but wanting to know his.

He grasped her hand and tenderly kissed it. “Twenty years,” he said softly.

Her lips parted. So he had been faithful after all. She had been faithful too, hoping and waiting and longing for his return.

“Twenty years,” she echoed to confirm his unspoken question.

They told each other everything after that, all that had transpired in each other's absences. Athena must be still helping them at this point because Dawn still hadn't arrived, and yet Penelope somehow had the energy to tell Odysseus everything and listen to his tales in return.

When he was through, he caressed her cheek as the first rays of Dawn spread across the sky.

“I love you,” he said, the words simple but profound. Like he was grateful she knew everything and yet still accepted him.

She smiled and kissed his hand. "I love you too.”

They'd both been through so much. She had worn herself ragged raising their son single-handedly and running the kingdom, and she had lied to the suitors. Odysseus had done such terrible things to make it home, had killed so many people. And yet she knew the man lying next to her wasn't a monster. He had much to atone for, but he was her husband, and he always would be.

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A/N: This story was such a joy to write. A big thank you to @aquariusshadow for introducing me to Epic and reading over the story for me and giving her suggestions, and a big thank you to @scoobysnack1107 as well for also reading and providing feedback ❤️ I love Greek mythology and musicals, so Epic is like the perfect combination of two of my interests that I never knew I needed.

Just a few notes about the writing process: I wanted to incorporate how Odysseus’s eyes turn red in the animatics for the song “Odysseus,” and how they seem a little less red when he reunites with Telemachus and Penelope. Also, all the stuff with Athena being his wingwoman is actually legitimately from the Odyssey (giving him a glow up, delaying dawn for him and Penelope, etc.), which cracked me up. I read the 23rd book before I wrote this story in preparation, and you truly cannot make these things up. Also, the scar from the boar hunt is on Odysseus's foot in the Odyssey, but I moved it to his face for this story. I also went down a research rabbit hole about ancient Greek baths and clothing to make sure those details were more accurate, and that was a fun diversion. And of course I loved including the callbacks to “Just a Man,” incorporating the lyrics of "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again,” and exploring Penelope's mindset more.

I feel really lucky to have gotten into Epic right before the Ithaca Saga released. It's been such a fun journey, or shall we say, Odyssey 😎 Congrats to all the cast and crew for all their hard work! And thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed! ❤️

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yandere-sins · 3 days ago

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Hey everyone!

This is probably going to be my last update on this particular chapter of my life for all of you who have been so supportive and reached out to check on me ♥

I feel great!

Yeah, it's strange to say, even now, but I really do! Of course, I am not healed or "got rid" of my depression, but after some very hard set-backs and a few more panic attacks and mental breaksdowns, I had some really amazing therapy sessions! I worked through a lot of shit and got haunted by some very deep generational trauma and burdens that aren't mine to carry, but I made it through all of it and I'm glad that I had the chance!

I also got medicated, which honestly, is the biggest relief of them all. I tried to hold back for a long, long time but around week five I was so seriously messed up, had a major set back, and felt exactly like I did before I started in the clinic that I decided I had to make a quicker change or I might lose myself and the progress I made so far completely to the depression. I'm not against medications at all, but my self-worth was so bad that I didn't think I was deserving of something since it was "just a depression". Yeah... haha, I fooled myself very nicely there.

So, yeah. I am still depressed when I wake up. I still struggle to get up in the morning. It's nothing that goes away with a few sessions, there are still countless of hours of therapy waiting for me. But then I take the most basic antidepressiva that is given out by doctors and suddenly I feel like I can change the world! Sometimes it's scary just how much energy I actually posess, especially when I reflect on how much of myself the depression ate away. How little self-worth and confidence I had and how I was a living, talking corpse most of the time, desperately trying to get back to how I was. Sure, a bit of the praise goes to the pill I am having with my breakfast, but I made tremendous leaps ever since!

And I quit my job this week! Finally! :D

As for what's next, I don't know. Wednesday is my last day at the clinic and I won't start working before April, that is pretty sure for now! I'll do all the things I didn't get to last year, like get a new haircut, enjoy my vacation in March, have all sorts of check-up's and finally do what I want to do. I've already written a new story to post here, and I hope to finish some of my drafts and projects that are still open. I am actually so excited to have enough energy again to concentrate and work on things that are my passion and I love!

I'm happy to say life's good right now. I'm good. It was so fucking scary, I can't even tell you guys, and I'm so glad to be me again :')

I hope and pray that it stays this way, and I want to thank you all for your encouragements and love sent my way, it helped so much in all of this ♥ If anyone has questions or anything, I'd be happy to answer them because the topic can be so crazy scary and hopeless-looking, but I went through it and if I can share information and help someone, I'd be happy to!

I hope we get to spend a much better 2025 together! Thank you all! ♥

I have a small update on my life for those that have been following along for a while. I've been intensely battling my mental health the last two weeks, and it's gotten worse and worse through countless little instances. So I had an appointment with a psychiatrist for the first time who has referred me to a clinic I'm going to have to attend daily for the next ~6 weeks starting this upcoming friday.

I'm really scared of new things and stuff I have to learn but it's my life now. Don't get me wrong, it's also somewhat exciting but there's just so much fear and anxiety stored in me that makes it really hard to go through my life rn, so this clinic is also just scary in my mind.

Still, I'm hopeful that it'll help and bring me back on track so I can do the things I love, especially writing and even just simply enjoy living, which is really a struggle.

Either way, thank you guys for sticking around through the tougher times, and I have hopes that some stories will come to me while I go through different therapy sessions (and maybe medication) and it won't be as difficult to concentrate and write anymore!

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throwaninkpot · 2 days ago

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There's something I need to get off my chest...

I'm getting top surgery! In the morning! Tomorrow, Monday the 13th! I wasn't telling a lot of people, even close and supportive friends, bc it's been a struggle get this surgery covered by an insurance and I did not want to get hopes up in case this fell through. And. I'm not a superstitious person generally, but I also had this vague, odd fear that I would jinx it somehow if too many folks knew.

I has no plans to tell my decidely unsupportive family until after it was done, but in a gesture of trust I told Lil' Sis 2 on Friday (during a conversation about why did not trust certainly family members anymore after some very hurtful actions they took in October).

She told the entire family, and since then I've muted all their cell phones and blocked my parents' landline to stop them from continuing to blow up my phone with arguments on why I shouldn't do this, why this is hurtful to them, and pleas for me to meet with them in person beforehand so they can reason with me.

Kinda weird for a guy to be so preoccupied with his sibling's boobs, but okay...

Folks who remember my gofundme post from when I thpught I would be paying for surgery out of pocket know that I have been working hard to have this surgery for years. Almost three years now. I am beyond excited and happy. I would love it if some people could be happy and excited for and with me about this.

I have a good friend staying with me after the surgery to help with post-op. But prayers for a safe operation and a smooth recovery would be appreciated! If you aren't the praying kind, joyful words and good vibes will also mean a lot to me!

Praise God!

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cravingrickgrimes · 1 day ago

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CHAPTER TWO | ❝IN THE DIM LIGHT❞

rick!grimes x male!reader (smut) top!rick x bottom!reader

multi chapters / not finished word count: 1672

updates daily!!

summary: After the unexpected and downright shameful events that transpired the day before, you wake up the next day and find out you were paired with Rick Grimes again. But this time, it’s on a supply run.

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CHAPTER TWO:

Today was day six of your time at the prison and the second day of job assignments. You hoped—no, prayed. It was as eventful as yesterdays. You tried, so hard, to feel shame for what you did last night but it never came. All you did was sit and wait to be told what you were doing for the day. Your call was answered quicker than expected. The older man banged on your cell to get your attention.

“You’re on supply runs.”

“With?” You asked gingerly.

“Grimes.” Your heart sunk. A supply run?! With the man you came thinking about not even twelve hours ago? Maybe the day could be as eventful as the last after all.

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“Must be luck.” A half smile slid onto Rick’s face when he saw you. Jesus christ. He was leaning against the car, this time however, his shirt was half buttoned to his body. You could see his chest hair so clearly it hurt you. “You good darlin’?”

“Yeah,” You breathed, harder than you would have liked. “let’s get this over with, shall we?” You shot back your own rendition of his grin. He smiled again. Was something funny? He swung the car door open and you couldn’t help but wonder where he got such a nice car in the apocalypse.

“Get in.” He growled and smiled at the same time.

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“Where exactly are we headed?” You asked from the passengers seat, it had been an hour since the two of you had gotten in the car and Rick didn’t say anything about how long we would be here. You studied his side profile from the passengers seat. The heavy sun from the day before had done him some good and gave him a warm tan. Stubble had appeared on his sharp jawline that hadn’t been there before.

Fuck.

He slowed the car down until we were at a stop on the middle of the road. “Can I be honest?” He turned to you and you finally noticed how piercing his azure eyes were. “I have no idea.”

“You didn’t get any instructions?” He shook his head and a loose curl feel softly on his face. “So what’s the plan then?”

“Drive into the middle of nowhere.”

“Why?”

“To be alone with you.” Your heart sank, again. At this point, you didn’t know how low your heart could go before it fell out of your chest. He had to have meant it some other way. It couldn’t be. No. But the way he was looking now…it was…captivating, mesmerising.

“Stop doing that.” You could almost hear the plea in your own voice.

“Doing what darlin’?”

“That! What you just did!”

“So…” He cleared his throat, but it sounded too much like a growl for your liking. You thought about how he sounded when he finished. Just because you didn’t like it didn’t mean you didn’t fantasise about it. “What you’re telling me is, you don’t want to be alone with me?” A pause. “Even after yesterday?”

Yesterday?! What happened yesterday? Even you couldn’t fool yourself into not knowing how he felt almost grinding against you. You and Rick both knew what had happened yesterday. “That was just an awkward situation?”

“An awkward situation that we were both hard for.” He corrected; the icing on the cake being his gorgeous grin. You flushed. He noticed that. Well, you noticed it too—but it was completely humiliating.

He noticed that you were red too.

“Shh. It’s okay, we’re both men. It’s what happens when we’re…” You took that as your turn to help him out.

“Horny.”

“Horny.” He repeated. “Well? You never answered me darlin’. Do you want to be alone with me, or not?”

This would probably be the most bold thing you ever did. But if last night taught you anything, it was that you really, really, did want to be alone with him. So, you reached over to his lap, where his thick thighs lay spread over the leather seat. You palmed in between his legs and felt it immediately. You felt for his size almost unconsciously.

“Does…” He held his hands up near his ears and looked down. “this answer your question?” You coyly asked.

“It certainly does.”

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It took you only a few seconds, and Rick pulling his seat back, to get under the drivers seat and on your knees. It took another few seconds for the sound of Ricks belt unbuckling to catch in your ears. It was the most glorious sound. It dropped to his ankles; where you were. Then, his underwear. What sat in between his legs was much, much better than what you had thought up last night. It was fully hard now and laying on his abs. You picked it up with your right hand and it felt hot. Not warm. Hot.

You were right about one thing, he had a foreskin. His cock was seven inches and thick. You heard a chuckle from above. “Well, darlin’? Don’t tell me you’re scared?”

“I won’t be the one scared soon enough.” You retorted and brought your lips to his balls. They had hairs but they must have been trimmed because you could barely notice, you were too focused on the way his balls reacted to your mouth. Or more accurately, how Rick Grimes reacted to having your mouth on his huge balls.

“Holy shit—fuck!” You took his right ball first, circling your tongue around its shape as if to encourage semen to leave it and shoot out of his dick. When his right ball left your mouth it made a pop that only seemed to help Rick Grimes’ pleasure. You licked the space in between his balls and then started on the right.

You were so caught up in making Rick feel good you almost bit down on his ballsack just from euphoria alone.

Safe to say the man you had in your mouth was intoxicating, and you were an addict. Your mouth was so used to him already that you knew his right was larger than his left.

“Enough playing with me baby. Please.” Hearing those words leave him was more than enough persuasion. You would marry him if there were anyone left to marry the both of you—let alone any place to get married.

You started at the base of his cock. Your eyes locked with his sweet deep blue ones and you moaned louder than ever before. You were definitely making up for all the moans you had to stifle from the past day.

Every inch of him your tongue tasted was better than the last. The only way you could describe it was he smelt like…a man. He smelt so authentically manly you couldn’t take it much longer. Your tongue was at the halfway mark up his cock; Rick was getting…harder? How could that even be possible? Were you really doing all this to him? It only served to make you harder.

You reached his head and peeled back his foreskin delicately. It revealed a pink tip that was completely covered in pre-cum. “When did this happen?” You questioned from under him.

“The moment I saw you, darlin’.” You couldn’t tell if his words were true or he just wanted to give you motivation to give a better blowjob. Either way you were pleased. “Take me now, baby. I know you’ve wanted to feel me in your throat.”

You hated how right he was. You hated that you wanted exactly that. You decided to not give a sarcastic response and just gag on his cock like you’ve been thinking about since yesterday. You slowly enveloped your soft lips around his cock. You knew your way around a man. You knew the head was their weakness.

Well, it certainly was Rick’s weakness. He threw his head back the moment you sucked on his tip and only his tip. His hard stomach shivered and he threw both hands behind his head. You were still pleasing his tip but you stared intently at his large biceps. How had you not noticed them before? Now that you had, you knew you were going to be obsessed with them for the rest of your life.

Ricks mouth lay open and his brows furrowed at the feeling of being sucked deeper than a moment ago. Had he really never felt this before? Or were you just better than anyone else he’d ever had? The deeper you went, the more noise the man made. He groaned and swore under his breath. He whimpered and let out noises that sounded like cries.

You managed to take all seven inches, you took him so deep that your nose was buried in his small bed of curly brown pubes.

Just like his hair.

You were too busy deep throating Ricks large member that you hadn’t even seen his hand falling from behind his head, where he had previously had it, to your hair. He snaked his hand through your hair and gripped lightly. It was light enough for you to enjoy the feeling, and somehow, you knew Rick knew that.

“Would you drink my cum? Would you do that for me darlin’?” He didn’t seem to expect an answer and you weren’t going to give him one anyway. You both knew that you would do that and more.

His hips bucked and that was the only indication you were given before he released his seed right into your mouth. As you were deep throating him. It was the best feeling in the world, and you knew it. You stayed there until he let out his final moan and the cum stopped spilling from his dick.

He released his hand from its resting place in your hair and, subsequently, his cock from your mouth. You didn’t even realise his sperm was still in your mouth waiting to be swallowed until you saw Rick’s cock covered in his own semen.

He stared darkly at you as you took his seed down your throat.

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gothicxreylover · 1 day ago

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May I please request yandere hashiras poly with a fellow hashira s/o that distances themselves from the hashiras and they have CIPA

IM ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY KNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Unseen Chains

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Sorry for the wait I had this on hold for a while,I hope you enjoy! Also reader might be slightly mean towards the Hashiras.

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The sound of splintering wood filled the air as your blade cut through the training dummy with practiced ease. Around you, the training grounds were silent except for the distant call of crows and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. You welcomed the stillness; it was easier to pretend no one was watching.

But they were. They always were.

“Impressive, as always,” came Kyojuro’s booming voice, his words tinged with his usual enthusiasm. But beneath the warmth, there was an edge—a darkness that simmered just out of sight. “However, you’re pushing yourself too hard again.”

You didn’t turn to face him as you wiped your blade clean. “I’m fine.” The words were clipped, routine at this point.

“No, you’re not,” Sanemi’s sharp voice interjected. The Wind Hashira stalked closer, his gaze raking over you, narrowing on the bloodstain on your haori. “You’re bleeding again. Do you even notice when you’re hurt?”

“It’s nothing,” you muttered, tossing your haori over your shoulders. “I can handle it.”

“That’s what you always say,” Mitsuri said, her voice trembling with emotion. She moved to block your path, her green and pink hair catching the sunlight as her wide eyes pleaded with you. “But it’s not true! You can’t just ignore your body like this. We’re here to help you.”

“I don’t need your help.” Your voice came out sharper than intended, but you didn’t back down. You were sick of this. Sick of their constant hovering, their suffocating concern.

“Oh, come on, don’t be so dull about it,” Tengen’s voice rang out from somewhere above. He leapt down from a nearby rooftop, landing with a theatrical flourish that would’ve been amusing if the situation weren’t so tense. “You’ve got seven people ready to throw themselves at your feet to make sure you’re okay. That’s flashy as hell if you ask me.”

“It’s not flashy,” you snapped, glaring at him. “It’s invasive.”

“Call it whatever you want,” Tengen said with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “But you’ve got to admit, we’re not going anywhere.”

Your shoulders stiffened as you glanced around, realizing how they had surrounded you. Giyu lingered in the shadows, silent but watchful. Obanai stood near Mitsuri, his snake curling lazily around his neck as his sharp eyes tracked your every movement. Shinobu, as always, wore her unsettlingly calm smile, while Muichiro stood a little apart, his expression blank but his gaze locked on you. Gyomei towered behind them, his prayer beads clicking softly as if he were praying for patience—or strength.

“You think we’re just going to let you keep acting like this?” Sanemi growled, his voice low and threatening. “Like your life doesn’t matter?”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” you said coldly, taking a step back.

“But we’re giving it anyway,” Kyojuro said firmly, stepping closer. “You may not care about yourself, but we do. We can’t sit back and watch you destroy yourself.”

“It’s not your decision to make!” you shot back, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m a Hashira, just like you. I don’t need anyone watching over me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Shinobu said, her voice as soft and sharp as a blade. “Your condition makes you vulnerable in ways you refuse to acknowledge. If you won’t take care of yourself, then we’ll do it for you.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me!” you yelled, finally snapping.

Tengen let out a low chuckle, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against a post. “You’re feisty. I like that. But let me clue you in on something.” His grin widened, but his eyes held a dangerous glint. “When it comes to you, we’ve already decided.”

“Decided what?” you asked, your stomach sinking.

“That you’re not leaving us,” Obanai said quietly. His voice was calm, but his tone left no room for argument.

“You’re part of us,” Mitsuri said, her voice trembling with emotion. She reached for your hand, her touch gentle but unyielding. “And we’re not going to let you go, no matter what.”

“You’re not thinking clearly,” Gyomei rumbled, his deep voice heavy with concern. “Your condition makes it difficult for you to understand the risks you take. That’s why we must protect you.”

“This is ridiculous,” you muttered, stepping back only to feel the weight of their combined presence pressing in on you.

“Is it?” Giyu’s voice was quiet but firm. He stepped out of the shadows, his gaze locking onto yours. “You push us away, but we see what you’re doing to yourself. How can you expect us to stand by and do nothing?”

“I don’t need anyone—”

“You don’t have a choice in this,” Shinobu interrupted, her tone light but laced with steel.

“You’re ours now,” Tengen said, his voice dropping into a dangerous purr. “All of us. Whether you like it or not.”

The finality of his words sent a chill down your spine.

They weren’t bluffing. Their gazes, heavy with obsession and desperation, told you everything you needed to know. They had made up their minds.

And as the reality of your situation sank in, you realized that no amount of fighting or distance would change their resolve.

You were theirs.

And they would never let you go.

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snail-squasher · 11 hours ago

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Billie Bossa Nova

'i'm not sentimental, but there's something 'bout the way you look tonight'-billie ellish

word ct. - 1.5k

warnings - fem!reader, SMUT SMUT SMUT, cussing, brothers bsf ;)

Family dinners always had a special place in your heart - not a very bright one that is, but still a spot. The uncomfortable smiles and intrusive questions from relatives; “So no grandkids yet?” you were hoping you could escape this one. “No, Mom. I’m not even seeing someone.” “I’m just saying! None of us are getting any younger.” You reply with a small hum hoping the conversation would shift so you can sneak away to your room.

“Don’t you think you should leave the alcoholism for a non-family thing?” It’s one thing after another. Sukuna, your older brother, always finds a way to call you out infront of everyone. “Don’t you think you could stop being a dick-” “Hey! You,” a finger pointed at you,” watch your language. And you,” one to the right of you, “stop messing with your sister. She can drink all she wants.”

You stick your tongue out in Sukuna’s direction. “I don’t get how Uraume can stand you all the time, must be pay them a lot huh?” “Why you little-” a slam across from the table stops everyone, “Your mother just said to stop. So stop.” Both of you settle down muttering apologies, but not before you catch a glimpse at Uraume. The way they look up at your brother while pulling him down makes you feel something. You’re not sure when they got so attractive, when their skin and lips started so look kissable; but it’s been pissing you off.

“I should make Uraume sit between you two.” Worst timing ever. You’re thinking of swapping spit with your brother’s bestfriend while they’re swapping seats. It gets worse when you notice the wetness inbetween your legs when you and Uraume’s knees brush. The way they look up makes you want to have a self-quickie in the bathroom. “Sorry,” their voice even got softer; you’re wondering what else of them might be softer. So you decide to find out.

You slowly move your right hand to glide onto their knee. Just testing. No harm done; if they show they don’t want it, and you’ll back off. But they don’t even react, not until you try to pull your hand away. The grip on your wrist sends shivers down your spine. They place your hand back but higher up. You’ve managed to move half up their thigh in less than 30 seconds.

You’re head starts to feel fuzzy - not in the usual champagne fuzzy but in a ‘i can feel this in places I shouldn’t’ fuzzy. Slowly moving your hand up more until you can feel their right thigh on the back of your hand. Is this real? Am I dreaming? How long has Uraume wanted to do this? You have so many questions but they keep unanswered as Uraume spreads their legs more.

“Seperating you two has started to make a lovely night,” your mother says, “we finally get some peace and quiet.” Your father hums with a nod. You’re too focused on finding an excuse for Uraume to go to your room to make a comment back. That’s when you get a great idea - act too drunk to walk. Hopefully Uraume will get the hint and offer to help you back, if not this is a total waste.

Pulling your hand away from the inside of their thigh, you stand up a little wobbly and say in a small slurred speech “I’m going to bed, goodnight,” not before fake tripping and grabbing the chair next to you. “Here let me help.” Jackpot. “Oh, we can’t possibly let a guest do that,” you pray that Sukuna makes a stupid comment to distract your parents but instead your met with a smooth voice and warm breath near your ear, “Oh it’s really no problem, I’m surprised you guys consider me a guest with how much I visit,” this causes a giggle from your mother, “Well I guess your right dear, just don’t let her give you a hard time.” “I doubt it’ll be a problem.” Uraume replies with a small smile.

They grab onto your left arm to ‘help’ keep you balanced. Their fingers are so soft yet to cold, the contrast causes you to shiver. Once you two are behind a corner and out of sight you quickly pick yourself up and speed walk to your room, Uraume dragging behind with the same grip on your wrist.

Before you even make in it the door, your lips are locked. Shoving the door open and stumbling to the bed they pull away. “Are you okay?” you smile, “You’re always so considerate,” you purr, “but we should probably close the door.” The turn their head and let out a cuss.

You sarcastically gasp as they close the door, “Did the Uraume just cuss,” cupping their face in both you’re hands, “I’ve corrupted you already.” “I’m not as innocent as you think.” This sparks something. Instectivly, you go to rub your legs together but Uraume is ontop of you, blocking the action. “Don’t tell me that has you getting shy. What happened to the girl touching be under the table?” Oh. Oh wow. This was not what you had expected.

“Black box in the closet. Grab it. Please.” Confusion washes over Uraume’s face, they follow your lead anyways. The sound of the lid falling to the ground plus a sharp inhale makes you giggle, “What? Never used one?” They move their fingers over the rough harness material, eyes trailing to the silicon attached at the middle. They look back at you. “You wanna find out.”

5 minutes later, both sets of clothes thrown around the room, the harness attached to Uraumes body, hugging their hips and upper legs, hurried kissing and the feeling of their now warm hands spreading your legs open has you dizzy. “You okay? We can stop.” This knocks you out of your trance. “No, no, I’m okay. I’ve just been wanting this for so long,” the last part barley a whisper, they smirk a little, “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” This earns them a little smack on their arm.

They look in your eyes, stroking your cheek a little, “You ready?” You nod, “Yes,” They move their hands down to your hips and lift you a little, “Okay, I got you. Just relax for me.” God their words and voice. So smooth and soft, you could probably get off on them just whispering to you. “Oh-!” Your thoughts cut off by the toy slipping past your slit, Uraume reaches down and rubs your clit in small circles, “There you go,” your mouth falls open and your breath picks up.

“Uraume, please. I want more, please-” they shush you quietly, “I got you, I got you. We have to be a little quiet, your family is down the hall, remember?” Of course you remembered the family gathering a few doors away. If you had it your way, you’d both be a loud mess right now.

Uraume picks up the pace, starts pushing their hips deepers, starts to get more and more aggressive with their finger still attached to your bud. There’s just more and more of them everywhere you’ve been needing them. So many wet dreams, so many daydreams, and so many failed hook ups has led you here.

The heavy feeling in your stomach starts to spread, “Ume, please-,” you’d be shocked if no one could tell what was happening in your bed. The wet smacks and practically yells coming from your mouth were gross. Uraume hurridy pulls their fingers away from you clit, and before you could protest and get louder, two fingers slip their way into your mouth.

“You need to be quiet,” they whisper, “We can’t risk it.” Your back arches from how close they get to you - or rather how close you are. When you think it’s fully too much they curl their hips just right making you bite their fingers. A whimper. They like biters. “Yeah? Give it to me,” they frantically ramble, “give it to me baby, come on. You got it, let go, come on it baby.”

That's all it took for you to snap in half. Between your legs gets impossibly louder and the grip your mouth on Uraume’s fingers is deadly. What’s killing you though, is the thrusts. You never fully got the term ‘putting you into the mattress’ until now. Not only are you staining your bed but also creating a permanent indention in the middle of it.

“There you go, so good baby, oh you’re making a mess,” Uraume moans. “Oh… fuck, yesyesyesyes, ooooohhh….” you ride out your high - back arched, mouth open, and eyes rolled back - pure bliss.

Once you’re fully finish, Uraume slowly pulls out of you and undoes the tight harness around their hips. All you hear is a sigh and then in less than a second they flop on top of you. “To answer your question from earlier, no, I haven't done this.” You snort and roll them over, “Well you're a natural then.” you reply as you get bundled up with them in the warm blankets. “So…” you trail off, “want me to return the favor?”

i said this was coming out like, 4 months ago... oops, BUT IT'S HERE NOW!!!!! but fr, sorry this took forever

also first time writing full smut, I hope its good, as always tips and pointers are welcome and I love it!!!!!

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Cal x Lae'zel

Reuniting at Last Light.

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: I'm back on my self indulgence and geeking about my favorite crack ship again. I will never stop putting these two together. Thank you to @drizztdohurtin for letting me ramble about them in your ask box (that seems like forever ago now) And thank you @dark-and-kawaii for the pictures she took for me of them together, they are all so perfect! Please check out part one of when they met at the grove.

Cal can't help but sigh as he thinks about Lae'zel, her lovely neck, darling ears, and beautiful skin as pretty as a fresh field of spring grass. He misses it, his little escape he had with her. Though it was hard training with her, he missed it, his lungs screaming in exhaustion, and the sight of her rare small smile when he did a good job... Cal's feet continue to drag on as he thinks of her, and he silently prays that she is okay.

Rolan watches Cal's dragging figure, curious. He leans over towards Lia, "Is Cal alright? He seems sick. Do I need to tell Zevlor that we should stop and rest?"

Lia shakes her head. "I think he is missing someone. Maybe he had a crush on someone in the grove? He's been sighing all morning…"

Rolan's face contorts to one of worry before he leans in again, "You... you don't think it was Tav, do you?"

Lia just gives Rolan a small laugh before patting his shoulder.

As the Caravan moves further into the shadowlands, things become darker and darker. Then, the screams.

It's an odd feeling to have your whole life change instantly. Her life, her loyalty... Was it all a waste? Lae'zel, of course, keeps all this inner turmoil packed down, hidden under her stone wall demeanor... She had felt so sure of everything in her life, but now everything she had ever known had been ripped apart. She truly, for the first time, feels lost.

Tav her... friend? (still a foreign concept to her) has been helping her get through everything, including the creche, and the Underdark, and now is trying to talk to her about what has happened, but it's just not a clear thing to explain, the storming feelings that boil in her belly… How can she share that weakness with anyone?

Last night, when Voss appeared at their camp and revealed more truths, Tav sat with Lae'zel in silence all night, just there in case she wanted to vent. It was odd... Lae'zel appreciated Tav's act of comradery. It was a gesture of kindness that reminded her of someone... Cal...

Lae'zel would never admit that she missed Cal, but she did find that her mind would wander back to him and their last moments together. Those words of him thanking her and his foolish hope to see her again... She wanted to chastise herself for thinking such soft thoughts like some doe-eyed maiden... but the sight of his strong face lit up in the dark from the campfire, the orange glow of his eyes... and the conviction in his voice... She deep down knew that she wanted to see him again too... and she wanted him to hear her whispered admission of that...

Lae'zel scoffs to herself... What has become of her life? Getting to Last Light was a struggle, but everyone was relieved to get away from the shadows for even a semblance of sanctuary. And it turns out they were not alone.

When Lae'zel saw the tiefling refugees, she was surprised to see that some of them had even made it through the cursed lands alive. Then, she started to keep her eyes peeled for one in particular. Lae'zel had been the first to point out Rolan to Tav from his drunken ranting at the bar; Lae'zel didn't know much of the wizard besides that he was Cal's brother. Tav made a beeline towards Rolan, and Lae'zel followed, hoping to figure out what had become of Cal; she had trained him, so he had to be okay... he just had to be.....

Lae'zel Could hardly contain her rage. Rolan had explained how he had tried to save them, but they just had to play hero. He had blamed Tav, but when he described how Cal had refused to back down until he was knocked out and dragged off, she knew that was her influence upon him—never back down, never accept defeat. That fool... and now he has been taken to Moonrise Towers. He had better still be alive, or she would kill him…

Of course, Tav had vowed to Rolan to return his family, something he snappingly rejected, saying she had done enough. Lae'zel had the mind to cut his tongue off from his disrespect to her friend, but he was Cal's brother, so she decided to show leniency this once.

"I feel terrible..." Tav shuddered through tears. Everyone else had gone to camp or the forgue, leaving Lae'zel alone with the sobbing Tav in the back of the Inn.

"Poor Rolan." She kept trembling, and her tears seemed to never stop. Lae'zel rolled her eyes, still not fully understanding Tav's fascination and heartache for the rude spell caster. Lae'zel wouldn't criticize taste, however.

Taking a page from what she had observed with others, Lae'zel reached her hand out and patted Tav's back (albeit a bit harshly), but it was a gesture of consoling. Tav lifted her head, turning her puffy red, wet face to Lae'zel. The gith fought every urge not to scoff at the pathetic sight. What would Cal say?

"Do not be so pathetic. We will save the wizard's family and others. He will be forced to shamefully bite his tongue when we retrieve them."

Tav and the rest of their party had decided that it would be best to split up and cover more ground. This meant, however, that Tav, Astarion, and Shadowheart went to save the captured while Lae'zel, Karlach, Wyll, and Gale ran interference. And though on the inside, Lae'zel wanted to go down to the dungeons, she didn't dare confess to this weak desire. Her pride wouldn't allow it... or maybe she just didn't know how she would respond if she didn't see Cal.

Lae'zel rolls her eyes at herself. She has a mission; she can't be thinking this now. They need to focus on getting back to Last Light.

Everything since Tav came down to rescue them has happened so fast. From breaking out to running for their lives to climbing into the boats, it all has been a blur. But now that everyone is safe, at last, Cal feels like he can finally breathe again.

After a tearful and somewhat loud reunion with Rolan, Cal was on a mission to see someone else. He hoped to find her if she was still with the band of misfits. Cal pushed through the people reuniting with one another, keeping his head on a swivel when a little tsk-like hiss caught his attention.

There she stood, her skin perfect, her hair soft and intricately braided, and clad in her heavy silver armor. "Laezel," he can't help himself from whispering, and when he sees her delicate ears twitch and those harvest gold eyes meet his, he can't help but whisper.

Before he can think, his feet move on their own as he runs to her; his heart is about to leap from his chest. Cal had thought of their days when they were becoming closer. He had spent restless nights dreaming of seeing her once again shining in the sun, praying to see her and get the chance to hold her in his arms.

"Lae'zel!" he cheers, holding out his arms to her as he runs closer. "I had hoped to."

But before he could hold her... Lae'zel delivered a swift punch to his thick skull.

Lia and Rolan were not the only ones to gap at the reaction, seeing Cal quickly sink to his knees and wincing in pain. Everyone paused from running over when they saw Cal chuckle with a bright smile. Lae'zel looks down at Cal with a scowl.

"You dare get caught by the likes of those scum... I should cut you down myself."

Cal keeps smiling as he looks up at her, "I knew you weren't going to be happy about that, but I also couldn't just stand and do and do nothing."

Laezel gives a Short nod, "You're right. I would have been even more pissed. Now stand."

Cal, knowing better, stands abruptly to his full height. Lea'zel eyes him carefully, and with her so close, he's having to fight the urge for his tail not to sway. All at once, those feelings he's held back come boiling over, and he can't stop himself from grabbing Lae'zel and squeezing her in a tight embrace. Lae'zel's first instinct is to pull away, but she also has the urge to meet his embrace. She's unsure if it's the feel of his arms around her or the smell of his musk, but she doesn't ever want to be let go.

So, with slow, careful hands, she reaches up and returns the embrace. Though she can't help that after a minute, she's patting his back impatiently with others, maybe seeing her in a vulnerable moment.

On the other side of the room, Tav and Rolan look on in disbelief. Rolan turns to Tav, "And how long has that been going on?"

Sometime during the night, Lae'zel and Cal could avoid pring questions from their friends (and family) and managed to get where it was only them in the cold night air of the shadowlands. Of course, Lae'zel didn't mean to open up to Cal... but somehow, he always brings out the worst in her, so she gives in to her feelings and explains her journey and why she is still infected... As she spoke, she couldn't believe how open she was. She was weak and vulnerable, but as she looked up at Cal's glowing eyes, they were so steady on her... She never felt safer…

"I'm a ward of my people... I was cast out... lied to, now I'm... alone."

"Refugee..." Cal finishes her sentence. Lae'zel lifts her eyes to see that Cal is already gazing at her.

They both look away from each other bashfully; Lae'zel continues, "I have my Companions and Tav... but how could they fully understand me and my mind now…"

Cal takes in her words before an idea, "You could be with us!"

Lae'zel looks at him, confused, before he explains, "Think about it; we are not so different. We are both refugees trying to find a new home and a new purpose... and we both have cool eyes. I have ridges, and you have spots, but it decorates our skin. We both have pointed ears, though I would argue yours are far more elegant. Also, we both have sharp teeth... So would you want to join us for dinners, we usually eat lots of meats."

Lae'zels eyes widen, "Join... your family..."

Cal flushes and stammers as he explains, "Only if you wanted! You could come and go as you please, but... We would treat you kindly. I can see you and Lia being fast friends, and... Well, Rolan will be his apprenticeship, but the two are kind of similar, rough around the edges at first but loyal."

Lae'zel smiles, "So you see us getting along?"

"Yes! I mean, it would be an adjustment, but it's an option for you."

Lae'zel Couldn't help but smile at the thought of finally having a choice of her own.

As the night continues and the conversation grows quiet, Lae'zel stands and says, "You should reconvene with Rolan and Lia. It's late, and you must rest."

Before she can walk away, Cal stands up and quickly grabs her hand to stop her. She would have ripped her hand away if it had been any other, but this is Cal, so she allows it.

"I know you will be cured... and I don't want you to only be a pleasant memory I think of in the late nights as I stare into the stars... I want you in my life. I will respect whatever you decide to do with your future... In my selfish hopefulness, I hope you will stay in the city with us... But If you go elsewhere, I want you to know... You can always have a place with us if you want to."

Cal leans in and kisses her cheek in soft tenderness. Lea'zel feels her cheeks redden at the mushy display, but it still stirs something in her chest.

"I will get to the Gate... and look out for you there," Cal declares.

Lae'zel shakes her head. "Your optimism is exhausting yet refreshing." She touches Cal's cheek, and he leans into her. He's so different from everyone she's encountered on this journey. She's unsure if she wants to hurt him or hold him, but she's in no place to decide now.

"This future where we meet in the city sounds pleasant... but I am unsure of my future and where I fit."

"It Should be where you want to be," Cal challenges. Lae'zel is shocked for a moment before she smiles and pats Cal's cheek. "Good night, Cal."

Cal lends his forehead to hers, a grand gesture of love and trust he wants to one day explain to her... "Good night. Lae'zel..."

"Till we meet again in Baldur's Gate."

(part 3 finding each other again in the city!!)

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