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The Favor 8

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Warnings- buckle up- Daddy kink, anal, BDSM, dom/sub dynamic, both soft and mean dom H, possessive H, spitting, use of sex toys, impact play, spanking.. probably more tbh. let me know if I missed one!!!

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Y/N could feel a shift in them, but she couldn’t exactly pinpoint where it started.

Sitting in his bed, she had him standing on the side with her back towards him as nimble fingers curled into her hair as he brought them back into a plait. And for some reason, it felt more intimate than anything else they’d done so far.

Getting back from the bar, Harry had been adamant that she take a quick shower and dry her hair, welcoming her back in with some cut up fruit and juice to have while he did her hair for her. No one had done it for her since her mum, and that was when she was just a wee little thing.

Sitting in her nightie she’d packed specifically for his viewing pleasure, he’d given her a long look before muttering to her to get on the bed before he lost it again.

So she did, following instructions yet again as he had hair ties from when he said his hair was longer. He was increasingly gentle, careful not to snag any knots as he moved her hair around and smoothed it back to avoid any weird spots or bubbles in the hair. When she asked why, he had simply said he wanted her hair out of her face.

Considering they were going to the illusive club tomorrow, questions kept cropping up in her brain and it felt increasingly difficult to keep them from spewing out of her mouth, so she allowed them to be set free. Harry had always been good with her questions before, but she’d been a little nervous about ruining the comfortable silence they’d fallen into.

“Do they know you at the club pretty well?” His fingers faltered in her hair at the question but only for a moment before righting themselves.

“They do, yes. I had been a frequent flyer but I haven't been in a bit.” His voice was calm and gentle, much like his hands. It amazed her how rough and mean he could be during sex, could smack her and choke her, call her a set of holes, but the moment it stopped he treated her like the most delicate little flower whose petals were worth millions. It had thrown her off at first, she had to admit, but now it was something she was growing to look forward to. It was rare she got handled like she was precious and at first she had to admit it made her uneasy, but now? Now she was leaning into it like a kitten searching for pets.

“May I ask why you stopped?” She was extremely curious about it, considering that had been the catalyst of their arrangement, but Y/N didn’t want to push too far into uncomfortable territory for him.

“Well…” There was a sigh behind her. “I didn’t have a sub of my own and hooking up with someone for a single night isn’t fulfilling to me anymore. I desire a connection, trust… It had been hard for me lately to get into the headspace with someone I’d just met and wasn’t going to see again.” There was a pause as he finished the plait, fastening it with the hair tie. “Lately I’ve just been craving intimacy and a connection. For me, half of the fun of the lifestyle is having that trust. How much can you trust someone after an hour, y’know? It’s partially why I had us meet and discuss prior to even doing anything, and I took it slow with you. I didn’t just fuck you right then and there. A good dom would get to know you and have proper conversations before playing with you.” But internally, he really did hope no one else would get that privilege but himself.

“I understand.” She turned around to face him, looking up at his still standing face from her position sitting with her legs crossed in a pretzel. “I was worried at first… you know, when we agreed to this. I’ve been eager to try, but I was also really nervous. I was nervous you’d not find me attractive or something I wanted to try would freak you out. Or…” There was a debate in her mind if she wanted to say it or not, but considering what had happened tonight, she decided to say it. “Or you’d just view sex as some sort of favor and not actually enjoy it.”

It made him frown when she dropped her eyes from his own, fiddling with her fingers and avoiding contact. That was the last thing he’d thought of. If anything, he forgot about the Danny part and focused on building a dynamic with her far more than he should considering the consequences but he knew she wasn’t dumb. Even if they both didn’t say it, there was something deeper there. And while he wasn’t quite brave enough to admit feelings fully, he wasn’t about to let her think any bit of that could ever be true.

“I enjoy it far more than I ever anticipated, and ever should have.” He said quietly, tapping her chin. “Look at me while we’re talking, darling- thank you.” A softer smile curled on his lips as he allowed himself to stroke her cheek, taking a deep inhale. “Don’t worry about any single part of that. I think… you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve set my eyes on. There’s a reason I didn’t talk to you so much when you were around. I knew my attraction to you would grow and you were someone else's… This was a twist of fate.” The admission made her eyes widen slightly but he wasn’t done. “And not a single thing you’ve mentioned has freaked me out. As someone with my background growing up and experiencing the community full force, I’ve seen it all and m’willing to try anything with you.” There was a twinge in his heart as she rested her cheek in his palm, giving him the softest eyes he’d ever seen in his life. He could see that she trusted him, but he had to ask. “Do you trust me, Y/N?” The question lingered in the air as he searched her features.

“I do.” There wasn’t a lick of hesitation. The girl held more trust in him than she did her own boyfriend which… she’d need to unpack later. “I know you’d never hurt me and have my best interest at heart.” It had been proven as much tonight when he’d stuck up for her, that he’d been so irritated with the other man for ignoring her, that he gave a fuck about how she felt. There were texts every day asking how her job was, if she ate, what she was doing to unwind, placing more care and interest in her than she’d felt in a long time.

“I do, sweetheart. I really do. I care about you a lot.” The murmur was soft, their voices hushed even though no one could overhear. “I want t’make all of those fantasies you have come true. The one we talked about. I’ll take care of you, okay?” He felt her nod against his hand before gripping his wrist and pulling it towards her mouth. There was nothing said as he let her do what she wanted while watching curiously. The twinkle of mischief rose in her eye again, sparking a flame in his stomach as she exposed her pink tongue to him and brought the fingers that had been stroking her cunt while they were out into her mouth.

Hearing him talk so sweetly about her had turned her on again. She’d been good tonight, at least she thinks so, but she wanted to tease him a little bit. Didn’t he know that being so nice to her would work her up? Couldn’t he guess that the sweeter he was, the wetter she got? She got both sides of him. Sweet Harry, and the mean Daddy she had slipped up with later.

“Tastes like you, hm?” The tone shift was so easy, so quick that Y/N’s tummy flipped. “See… m’nice to you, and then you’ve got t’go and be a dirty little thing. Should’ve known to keep my sweet words to when you’re fucked out and limp. Turns you on when I’m sweet to you, doesn’t it?” It was a tease considering Harry knew he couldn’t stop himself from being nice to her. It was what he wanted.

But right now he felt the mean streak kick back in.

“Open wider.” He instructed, watching for her to listen, but she didn’t. Instead she sucked over his fingers again, testing his patience. “I told you to open.” One more chance he’d give her.

Y/N was trying to misbehave. She wanted to see what he’d do. Pushing boundaries. See how he’d handle her. Taking his fingers into her throat, she gagged a little but kept them there as his gaze turned dark, eyes blazing at the misbehavior. This was what she meant by wanting to be a brat.

She hadn’t expected him to kneel on the bed, taking her hair in his hand while ripping the wet fingers from her mouth. She hadn’t seen the slap coming. Wet fingers smacked over her cheek, shocking her slightly as the sting made her throb. He’d only done this twice before, but the submissive really fucking liked it. A moan left her throat as soon as it pulled away, making him snarl. Again, his fingers swiped against her cheek, making her mouth open a little bit.

“Fucking brat.” He grit out. “Serves me right for being nice t’you. And to think I was going to be nice to you tonight…” He sighed, shaking his head. “Open that fucking mouth or I’ll force it open.”

Y/N was tempted to disobey but she wanted to see why he wanted it, so she listened. Tongue out, she fluttered her lashes at him as the grip on her braid stung against her scalp. She hadn’t expected him to lean forward, pursing his lips and spitting right into her mouth. “Don’t swallow. Keep it there- Don’t fucking move.” He ordered, though he didn’t do anything else. He simply stared at her, eyes narrowed as she looked back up at him. This view was perfect in her opinion. She felt small, delicate, like he could throw her around- but so strong and confident like this. It felt like she was capable of anything.

“Since you want t’call me your Daddy so badly, I think we should take care of that. Acting like a fucking brat, even after I was so nice and let you cum on my fingers in the middle of the week…” Shaking his head, he leaned in again and spit right on the flat of her tongue before using the sucked fingers to spread it over her tongue and down on her chin, letting some drip off her tongue down to her tits. “Now you can swallow.”

Y/N hadn’t seen this bit yet. There had been peeks of it, little hints, but his demeanor had shifted into something she’d been dying to see. Just like in the hallway, she wanted him to take. Take, take, take until she had given it all to him. “Sorry, Sir.” She whispered, not daring to wipe herself clean. The mess was what she deserved, a filthy badge of honor.

A look of disapproval was shot her way as he used her hair as a leash, leading her to the very edge of the bed. “No, no, no, Darling.” He scolded, shaking his head at the honorific. “Where’s that other name that you called me when begging for my load inside you?” His eyebrow raised. “I liked that one for tonight. Let me hear that.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” she whispered, wincing as he arched her head back.

“Yeah, y’should be. Pissed me the fuck off.” At that he could see her shrink a little in her form, making him take a moment to check on her. Softening his voice, he caught her attention and gentled his grip for a moment to give her a chance to give her a beat to say something if need be. “You know how to use your colors. Where are you right now?”

“Green.” She nodded. “I don’t want to really upset you though.”

“You’re not, sweetheart. You’re alright.” He promised, leaning down to kiss her once before his mask slipped back on. “Now I think…. That we should teach you some manners. Can you handle yourself for a moment? I think I’ve got the solution to get that brattiness out of your system.”

Y/N nodded, more than willing to hand over quite literally anything the man had to offer. It was pathetic but she found herself vying for even a tiny bit of his approval. The man had control of her body in ways she’d only dreamt of, so of course she’d hand it over on a silver platter. “What do you want from me, Daddy?” She whispered, watching his eyes as they trailed over her with this smirk that slightly unnerved her.

“I think… I’ve given your cunt a good amount of attention tonight. It’s time for me to play with your ass.”

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Y/N was slightly humiliated as she pressed her cheek to the mattress, Harry’s spit still on her chin as her arms extended back so her hands could spread her ass open for him. He wasn’t even paying attention to her yet, instead looking through the bedside table for whatever it is that he was going to use on her.

Was she nervous? Of course she was. The only play she’d had with her ass had been on her own accord or when Harry had stuck his thumb in, but the excitement heavily outweighed it. If she could choose anyone to be her first in this, it would be him. Sure, he’d bully her a little because he knew that was what she liked, but he’d take care of her. Harry always took care of her, no matter what. Sex or not. He was slowly overtaking her brain and she found that it was exactly how she liked it.

“Such pretty holes.” His voice broke her out of her train of thought, heat raising on her cheeks as she could feel his gaze. Completely exposed for him to see, she felt the cool air on her most intimate parts as his warm hand ran over her now clean inner thigh. “You’re already wet. Seems you do like a bit of humiliation, don’t you pet?” It was rhetorical, so she kept her mouth shut. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time I got a peek at this ass. Did y’know that? It’s fucking gorgeous.” There was no hint of shame in his own tone, speaking as if he was in awe of her. “And here you are, spreading yourself open so I can see the puffy little cunt I just abused and that untouched hole. It’s an honor to be the first to have it.”

He was understating it a lot, at least for now. Satisfaction of being the only man to take her ass was something that fueled his ego tremendously, knowing he would be the single person who got to feel how tight and hot it could be around his prick. His hopes of Y/N deciding to choose him instead were his motivation, as unhealthy as it may be. “Here’s our options- and make no fuckin’ mistake, you’re only getting options because its the first time you’re getting fucked here.” In future scenes he would be deciding and she could color out, or talk to him if she didn’t like it. “We can put a plug in you. Let you sit there with it in, but you’ll have to lay with me for a while and let it stretch you more. Or,” He ran a finger over the little hole, smiling when she jolted again. “Daddy can open you up with fingers, place that vibrator you liked so much on your clit and take you when I feel you’re ready. That one may hurt a bit more going in but… you said you like a bit of pain, yeah?”

The girl did. Pushing her ass back against his finger, she nodded heavily at the second option. “Second, please. Please I want.. I don’t want to wait a long time, Daddy.”

“Hm… Do you really think you can handle it, Puppy?” He clicked his tongue, moving his finger away from her ass and down to her swollen clit. “I know you’re a bit of a whore, but you know m’not small. It’s not gonna be easy for that tiny hole to take. May have to force it in a little.” It was incredible to him how she reacted to his words so visibly, making it so fucking easy to read her. Maybe they were just in tune with one another, but the little inhale she made clued him in to just how much she liked that.

“I can do it. I can, it’ll fit. I promise, I can be good and take it. I can take you cock anywhere, I want it so fucking bad, Daddy.” Her voice shook a little, surprising the dominant as he looked down at the body he was meant to ruin. Again, the surge of possessiveness rose to the surface of his skin and bubbled in his blood. Of course she could take it. Of course his little brat would be willing to do anything he wanted, because she was fucking made for him.

“Alright, pet.” He feigned a resigned sigh. “Don’t disappoint me then. You’re gonna have t’make sure you can take it then.” Excitement was tingling the base of his spine, his cock fully hard again as he left her in her position to go and grab the toy. The Hitachi needed to be plugged into the outlet, which took a moment to do.

“Daddy?” Her voice called to him, a bit apprehensive. His heart melted a little as he walked to her, toy in hand.

“It’s alright, Puppy. Didn’t go anywhere too far. Had to get some supplies.” Laying them out beside her, he swatted her hands away from holding herself open. “You’re going to hold this on your pretty clit for me while I open you up. Do you think you can handle that? Or shall I go and get tape so I can keep it there?”

Shivers went up her spine as she imagined it, being forced to cum over and over again with the vibrations coursing through her body. For now, she thought she could handle it, but it was an increasingly enticing idea. “I can do it, Daddy. I’ll be good, I can handle it.” Harry let out a noise of doubt that only made her huff. “I can! Why did you make that noise?”

A rough spank was laid right to the bottom of her thigh, making her yelp. “Don’t talk back. I asked a simple question, no need for the dramatics.” His voice was stern, a little mean, and she could feel her poor cunt throbbing at the demeanor he had. There had been something so utterly delicious, she had found out, about a man who could fuck like he hated you but worshipped you in all other aspects. He would cover her body in soft kisses and cooling lotion when they were done and hand feed her fruit, but right now it was seeing the other side of the coin. “Now, I’m going to start. You ask before you cum, and if I tell you to take it away, you do as I say. Am I understood?”

“Yes.” Y/N sulked, only to be spanked again. “Why?!” The exclamation made his own sigh even louder.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Forgetting that had been an accident, but Y/N couldn’t lie and say his strict demeanor didn’t get her going.

She was relatively calm though her excitement could be felt in her stomach. Her cunt had been fucked thoroughly in the dark hallway, an undeniable excitement lingering in her body when she remembered leaving with her lips swollen and cum dripping down her thigh. The man who thought he owned her had barely given her a second look, while the one who she looked to for comfort had his hand on the small of her back. It still astounded her how much trust she had put into Harry. How quickly they’d clicked, how he was so in tune with her body and her thoughts that sometimes he knew what she was feeling or thinking before she was even aware of it.

“Fucking brat.” He muttered, placing the toy into her hands and letting her position it accordingly. “Be good for me, or you aren’t getting fucked.”

With that, the toy was switched on by his thumb at the lowest setting, and the fun began.

Harry’s view was impeccable. It was always a beautiful thing to see a submissive bare themselves to you, but it was even better when that submissive was Y/N. She had already placed so much trust in him, already chosen him a plethora of times and proven her place. The cravings he’d had of her throughout the week had been almost debilitating. Half the time he was tempted to tell her to come over after work and say fuck it all to the weekend arrangement. Have her sit in his foyer with nothing on when he got home, or in his bed.

Clicking open the cap of the cherry lubricant, he let a bit dribble down and over her hole. It had been something he’d been looking forward to since she had mentioned it to him, but now that he was getting to do it, that he was smearing his fingers to spread the lube over her while he felt the vibrations work through her body, the excitement only kept building. “This is pretty, y’know.” He mumbled. “Made to be fucked. Think all of your holes were. Makes sense that you’re such a filthy whore.”

Y/N whimpered underneath him, rubbing her face into the duvet. He had considered tying her hair up so she couldn’t move her head, but that was something else he had to look forward to one day. There were so many options for them that his brain was constantly coming up with more plans, new debauchery to put her body through. His cock was scorching under his briefs, his pants tight, but he was far more focused on her. She was doing well so far, but he was waiting for a slip up. There wouldn’t be much grace given until his cock was buried in that tight little hole.

“If you’d told me that the pretty girl who walked up all shy to be in that cafe would have her cunt dripping from being degraded while I prepared her ass to be fucked, I’d have been shocked. I imagine most people would. You come off as so sweet, demure… Such a good girl. But you’re nothing but a cock thirsty whore.” His hand pulled back to spank the round of her flesh, a mewl leaving her throat as she trembled slightly. “See? Have half a mind to record this. Maybe next time I will. Take a video of your pretty face while my cock splits your ass open, keep it bookmarked on my phone. So many things I want to do to you, my pet, and such little time in the day.” Clicking his tongue, he ran his finger over the pucker of her ass. It clenched around nothing, making him bite back a groan. She was completely and utterly exposed for him, at his mercy. Better yet, this is where she wanted to be. She chose this, came home with him after giving her boyfriend a metaphorical fuck you, and was now handing over her untouched hole with an eagerness he hadn’t seen in many people.

“If it makes you happy, Daddy.” She said shakily, panting slightly.

“Exactly. You’d do anything to make Daddy happy.” The dominant crooned, giving little warning as he pushed the tip of her finger into her ass. He could feel her start to shift her hips, so his opposite hand cracked over her hot skin again to cut it out. “Stop being fucking greedy. Barely got a quarter of a finger in there and you’re trying to fuck yourself on it. Pathetic.”

Y/N apologized wearily, trying her best to keep still as his finger sunk in deeper. The toy’s vibrations against her clit had her feeling on edge already, but the intrusion in her ass was making her eyes water. “Sorry, I’m sorry but it feels good, Daddy. I want more.”

Harry scoffed in amazement. This little thing had been having vanilla, missionary sex? She’d been subjected to holding back her true wants and for what? She should have always belonged to him. He knew what to do with her. Harry knew how to please her, how to work a body and a mind who craved this sort of stuff. “I know you do, Puppy. Want to thump your little leg and whine for more like a real pet, but you’re going to take whatever the fuck I give you, and you’re going to like it.”

Of course, because of her begging, he let himself draw it out.

Two minutes in she had warned she was going to cum, so he demanded she take the toy away for a minute before putting it back on, one setting higher. 5 minutes in and he added another finger, almost sending her into another orgasm. This time he had her hold the toy away for two minutes, repeating the cycle. Fucking the fingers into her tight channel, he could only imagine how good it was going to feel on his cock.

“M’gonna add the third, and this time I think I’ll be generous and let you cum. You’ve been a good girl.” His voice softened up, putting his clean hand down and switching it to the next setting. “After that we’re going to try.” Harry was plenty aware of the fact that she had taken it like a champ. He’d even prepared her in the past when they spoke of it that he wouldn’t be upset if she needed more to work into it, but Y/N was definitely a go-getter.

He watched carefully as he slowly worked the third finger in, watching her reactions. He’d been vigilant for her comfort, and while no one took fingers in the arse as a walk in the park the first time, she had done impressively well. Even with the ruined orgasms which he knew pissed her off immensely, she had been so fucking good and he couldn’t wait to reward her for it. “What’s your color, sweet girl?”

“Green- green, so green Daddy.” She slurred. “I’m so close. I-I’m gonna cum so soon.” This was the place he wanted to get her to, the slightly delirious pleasure filled state of mind that would make it all the more easy on her. The lax bodied ease in which she would be able to take his cock with less tenseness.

“Go on, baby. Make a mess of yourself so you can take my cock in this pretty little hole.”

It seemed like his permission was enough to set her off. He felt her whole body shake, clenching around his fingers with her walls as she let out a wail he hadn’t heard from her before. Thighs trembling, hand accidentally losing grip of the toy and fingers tensing in the air as she backed into his fingers before trying to get away. His unoccupied hand gripped her hip and kept her in place, praising her as his fingers didn’t stop. In and out, he massaged and stretched her open as the orgasm rattled her bones.

“That’s my best girl. Knew you could do it, little thing.” He cooed, soothing her skin as she stopped trying to escape the feeling. “Poor pussy, s’a lot hm? Daddy made you wait a little bit to cum, but it was worth it.”

Y/N nodded into the soft fabric, not yet able to find her voice. This time he didn’t scold her, knowing it probably was intense from the mixture of new sensations and edging with quite a powerful toy. Instead he let her work through it, waiting for her to give him a sign. “Puppy? Alright?”

“M’amazing.” She giggled, slapping her hand around to find the vibrator. “Can I turn it off, please?”

“Course. Go on, pet. It’s just about time for the real fun to start.”

—-

Y/N was boneless under him, tensing only when he slowly pulled fingers out to dribble some more lubricant over her hole. “Need to get it nice n’wet, my pet.” He was careful to describe what he was doing now that they were getting closer to the real thing. “M’gonna get my cock nice and slick too, make it easier to slide in. You’re a snug little thing, need to make sure we get you as comfortable as possible.

She had no doubt in her mind that he would do that. Harry had never failed in taking care of her, always making sure she had what she needed. Maybe with quite literally anyone else she would be shaking with nervous, but with him it was only a tiny tremor in her hands. His unlubed fingers had stroked her hair away from her face and made her look at him, promising she was okay to continue before he had gotten to this point. His clothes off, his body heat radiating from behind her. “Okay, Daddy.”

This mindset was newer to her. Everything felt a little fuzzy and a bit like slow motion but she didn’t feel scared. It was comforting. His voice was deep and calm, at least for now, brushing over her skin like a feather. If she could, she would arch into his words like a cat looking for a pet from it’s owner. Perhaps that was because that’s sort of what she felt like.

“See? When you listen to instructions and don’t act like a brat, you’re so sweet.” He praised. “I’m gonna be a bit meaner to you, but it’s okay because my slutty little puppy quite likes it, I reckon.”

She did. She did, she did, she did. She liked how pretty his voice was when he degraded her and acted like she was just a hole for him to unload his cum into. If that was what he wanted her to be, she would happily take it all like the overly eager puppy she turned him into. Something about the man and his demeanor, both as a dominant and a man in general, had her wanting to roll over and submit. There were stark differences between how Dom Harry and Regular Harry treated her, but they fell into the most delicious melting pot that she wanted to submerge her whole body in. “I like anything you do to me, Daddy.” She responded like the perfect little pet she was.

Harry cooed at her, leaning over her body and placing a kiss on her shoulder. “I know. It’s what makes us so fun, isn’t it? I want to do nasty, dirty, horrible things to you… and you want to let me.”

Y/N keened as she felt the tip of his cock slap a few times over her hole, eyes fluttering shut. It had been a long time in the making, and she wanted to feel him inside of her. In a place no one else had been before. It would be his, in her mind.

“You tell me if it’s too much. Color if you need to. Do you understand me?”

Y/N nodded, humming to him, but that wasn’t good enough. A tap to her hip made her eyes peel back open to look at him, his eyes narrowed on her. “Words, Y/N. Tell me you understand how to use your colors and you feel safe.” Oooo, the government name. If this wasn't the first time they were doing this he likely wouldn’t be so heavy on the double and triple checking, but it was a lot for her to take. He was a lot for her to take.

“I understand, Daddy. I know I’m safe and I know how to use my colors. Please, fuck me now.”

Harry gave her a warning glare before he exhaled through his nose, muttering about ‘where his good girl had gone’, but took it for now. They were both keyed up and ready to finally do this, and he couldn’t help that.

It was cool in the room, but she felt hot all over, particularly under the skin, as his cock rubbed over the well lubed hole.

Her brain’s fuzzy feeling returned as she felt the first bit begin to push in. It wasn’t entirely pleasant, as she knew it probably wouldn’t be, but she wasn’t about to tap out. Taking quick breaths, she was reminded by the dominant to change that. “Deep, slow breaths. You’ll hyperventilate if you keep doing that.” He murmured, rubbing small circles into her hip.

His eyes were zoned in on the side of her face as he watched her grip the duvet in front of her. Ever so attentive, she knew he would stop if she asked but there was no point in asking that. Even when it hurt a bit, like he was stretching her so far out that she’d split, she didn’t do anything but curl her fingers and toes, making herself breathe through it. Harry was soft with his words, gentle with his touches as she let him sink into her slowly.

There was no rushing this. Her body felt like molasses the longer he was inside of her, not bothering to ask how much more was left. She’d done her research before she ever met Harry but even more after the fact about how to get through it. Deep breaths, good prep, communication. All three things she had actively gotten from him. It was now a journey of waiting for her body to stretch and accept.

“I’m okay.” She whispered, reaching her hand back to his on her hip. “I feel okay. You can keep going.” He had little bits where he would wait a few moments before continuing to push in, but she wanted it over with. It was starting to become more pleasurable as her body adjusted and he was being cautious with her, but she could take it.

“Okay.” He agreed, flipping over his hand and letting her hold it.

Harry was trying his best not to take her out of the moment, or to cum himself. It felt stupidly good, the wet heat engulfing him and clenching around as she tried to adjust to the feeling. Was she truly tighter than anyone else he had, or was he just far more attached to her than the rest? It was something he’d need to unpack later while she was asleep in his bed and he could be creepy and look over her, but at the current moment he couldn’t recall another time where he had felt this good being inside of someone else. “M’gonna grind into you a bit, okay?” He warned her, slowly rocking his hips and hearing her gasp at the small movements.

God, it felt so good. Like a damn vice, her hole gripping him tight as her nails dug into the back of his hand. For a second he was going to ask if she needed a moment, but the broken moan that left her swollen lips clued him into it. It was the complete opposite. “Oh, Puppy… You like how that feels?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, spreading her legs a bit more. “I’m so f-full.”

The way she said it was going to be ingrained in his wank bank forever. Whiny and shivery, but full of pleasure. Like she couldn’t believe how well she was filled. “You are. Nice n’snug inside this perfect hole. Think I was right about you being made to be fucked. Though… I think it’s mainly by me, yeah? Pretty holes made to be filled by me, cause I fill ‘em so perfectly.”

“Yeah, Daddy.” She mewled, arching slightly as he pushed in a bit further. “It’s so perfect and I l-love it. It hurts but it feels so good n’I wanna do it again.”

“Haven’t even finished this one and you’re already planning our next fuck… Really are Daddy’s girl. Addicted to my cock inside of you, jus’ like I’m obsessed with filling you.” She didn’t know just how true those words rang out now. How he had poured over the fact that he liked her far more than he should for an arrangement like this, how he had been so desperate for her that he’d broken his rule -which he never does as a dominant- and made her cum in the bathroom during their lunch because he had wanted to make her feel good so badly that it made him feel borderline insane.

“I am. I’m Daddy’s girl.” She babbled, pushing back into him. “I can take more. You can- you can fuck me. I can take it, I promise. Green.” The urging made him chuckle to himself because fuck, could she get any more perfect? Make it any more obvious that she was completely and utterly made for him, saying all the shit he had been hoping she would?

For once, the dominant couldn’t tell his submissive no.

He was slow about it at first, listening to her mewl. Filling her up and pulling out shallowly, letting her adjust to the action. The man relished in the feeling of her stretching and clinging to him, greedily trying to keep him inside of her. It became increasingly hard to keep his composure, but the good news was that Y/N didn’t want him to.

The slow crescendo gained momentum, the hand she was holding falling down as she tried to move herself onto her hands. While he had been trying to keep it slower for her, it seemed his submissive craved more- fucking herself back onto him with the sweetest whines being punched out of her as she did so. The gall, the audacity of the girl had him laughing under his breath- but he wasn’t going to let it go.

His hand gripped her hair, swiftly pulling it around his fist like a leash and pulling her up onto her knees. “If you want more, you’ll take it like this.” It was reminiscent of their other time he loved to look back on, but his prick was filling a different hole. Teeth descended onto her neck as he picked up the pace, biting down as she squealed his honorific into the air. “Oh, what? Is it too deep? Too much? You want to get greedy and now it’s too much for that slutty hole?” He cooed, the condescending tone making her shiver. “That’s too fucking bad then. You know what to say to get me to stop.” Unless she uttered that word, he knew she could take it.

Y/N felt lightheaded in the best way. This new sort of pleasure had her dripping all over her thighs, her clit pulsing between her legs as he fucked into her ass. Pounded it, really, in a way she had only dreamed about. Pinpricks on her scalp from the grip on her hair, involuntary noises being punched out of her lungs from the pressure, she was feeling her eyes lull with each thrust. It was only with him, she didn’t have to think about anything but how good she felt. How to please him, how to piss him off, how he would make her cum. The most primal of urges being met, all the while he was focused on her. There was no thought of work infiltrating his brain, or sports, or the distraction of texts or pulling out mid stroke for a phone call- no. In their intimate moments, Harry was just as tuned into her as she was, him.

“You fuck me so good.” Somewhere along the line, those thoughts had her tearing up. This was the first partner in which she had felt the reciprocated want, the attention she felt she deserved being laid down onto her. Her eyes stung but there was no way to stop it as the tears began to dribble down her cheeks. Something like an emotional release starting as the physical pleasure began to bubble up in her stomach, his hand winding around to the front to circle her slippery clit. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop fucking me.”

The words probably held more weight than she realized, her shuddering voice making him groan into her neck. “As long as you want me, I’ll keep going.” His voice was deep with the pleasure, hoarse as he promised her he wouldn’t stop. “You feel so good, baby. I’ll give you whatever you need. Don’t ever worry.” turning her head, his tongue licked over the salty tear that had fallen down her cheek. “Your holes are mine, aren’t they? Every single one. No one else’s. Only for Daddy to fuck. Took this ass n’now it’s mine.” He himself was losing it a bit at her declaration, finding himself close. “My perfect slut.”

The intensity was high but neither of them wanted to stop. Unspoken words thick in the air as the pleasure filled both of their bodies, leading them towards their ends sooner than they’d want. It was when his fingers filled her pussy and his the heel of his palm smacked against her clit as he fucked her in both holes that she new she couldn’t stop her upcoming orgasm.

“Yeah- uh-huh, just use me. I’ll be good, I’ll be so, so good for you Daddy. They’re yours, I’m yours. I’m yours, I promise- Oh, fuck.” She sobbed, feeling his fingers quicken on her clit. “I need to cum. I need to cum, Please, please let me. You can keep fucking me, Jus’ let me cum. I’m so good, I’m your good little slut.”

“Y-yeah.” His mouth fell open and the moan was loud and slightly shaky. “Cum for me. Cum for me, pretty fucking girl, I’m gonna cum in you. Let go, It’s okay- Give it t’me. Give it.” He demanded, his mouth shadowing her own as they inhaled each other’s pants. They were glistening and sticky with sweat, sloppy on the thighs, lips swollen and marked up in the most animalistic way and they’d never been more in tune with their bodies- or each other.

Y/N couldn’t stop herself as she got permission, his pulsing fingers getting one specific spot inside of her and his cock filling her ass over and over again sending her over the edge. White flashed her vision as she shuddered in his arms, a unfamiliar scream leaving her throat. Gushing around his fingers, she squirted a little stream of liquid down his hand. Both holes clenching, her body unsure if she should push herself closer or pull away, she sobbed out his name. “Harry- Harry, oh my fuck-”

The combination of many things had led to his own orgasm, but it was particularly his real name that had him pushed to his limits. His own pathetic moan of hers followed, pulling her mouth to his own as he kissed her messily. Each pulse of his balls added another stream of cum inside of her, thighs twitching as he felt some of his strength draining along with his cock. He was in slight disbelief how intense he felt it, his toes feeling damn near numb as he tried to snap back into caretaker mode as he unwound his hand from her hair and slowly leaned her down to lay on the bed.

“Oh, baby…” He whispered, peppering kisses to her cheeks. “Fuck, sweet girl… what the fuck are you doin’ to me?” A laugh of disbelief left his swollen lips, nudging his nose against hers. Y/N let out a weak noise of acknowledgement, melting right into the bed as he laid on top of her. Doing his best to keep his weight from squishing her, he tried to gain some composure with deep breathing. He’d fallen into a different headspace there, and it had been quite a while since he had done it. Forever, really, for that certain brand of it. It wasn’t just a dominant headspace, but one that felt something for the girl he was inside of. More than what was allowed. At this point though, he didn’t particularly care about the logistics of it.

There was no way he wasn’t going to make this girl his. Ethics be damned.

“Angel? Y’alright?” He whispered, getting a grunt from her. “Yeah? I’m gonna have to pull out in a few seconds so I can get the stuff to take care of you. I’ll be slow, and come right back.” It wasn’t like he wanted to go anywhere from her, If he had it his way he’d be inside of her 24/7. But he needed to take proper care of his girl, and aftercare was something he simply wouldn’t skip.

“No.” She whimpered. “Don’t want you t’go.” The words were muffled together, like her lips weren't working that well, and it made the man smile. She was well and truly fucked out. This time, though, it was mutual.

“I have to, sweetheart. Don’t want you laying in all this filth. Sticky, aren’t you?” He knew he was. It was worse for her, considering she had been double stuffed with his cum today. Internally, he was very happy about that.

“A little.” She huffed, turning her head and eyeing him. “I don’t wanna move. I don’t think I’ve got bones, Daddy.” The whisper made him smile, knowing that she was still in that space. He’d work her out of it, make sure she was all clean and boneless while feeling safe.

“You’ve got bones, love. Daddy jus’ fucked you pretty good.” He smoothed the sweaty strands of hair from her face. “Do you need something before I go n’grab the stuff to make you feel like you’ve got bones again?”

Her face turned a little more, lips puckering out. “Kissy, please.”

When he’d look back at it later, he would pinpoint that as the moment all the defenses around his heart broke. There was no more denying it. She had him. Hook, line and sinker.

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Under your command

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Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied smut(sorry i got nervous writing it so😭), will be edited if you guys need me to add it

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A/n: I need help w this series!! Because i want to like feed u guys what you want to be fed so get ready for a few polls🫶 And yes, Jinx and Vi are your age.

I won't apologize to Caitlyn lovers here, istg I'm not scared to kill anyone here:33

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Your heart is thumping fast and eyebrows are furrowed as you along with your wife head to your designated location. Hands fiddling with the hem of your attire, walking beside Ambessa through the halls of the palace. Hours have passed since your trusted maiden had given you the news. And yet, you can't get the lump in your throat to swallow down.

The castle was quiet. Too quiet. The clicks of your sandals bounce off and echo with each step. The air feels thick. Every breath can be heard and the silence is so sharp that it feels like it can shatter in any second.

And it did. Your wife finally breaks the glass.

“I can practically hear your thoughts from how loud your face speaks, dove.” Ambessa speaks, her hand making its way to your shoulder blade, slowly thumbing it in hopes to ease your worries. Her touch seems to give you a sense of relief and calm down your senses for the short while, tensed muscles melting at her warmth.

“Apologies, Bessa. It's just that I can't quite get my mind off of what might be the reasons on why the council is here. It has been a while since they even stepped on our lands.”

All Ambessa does is nod and look straight ahead, hiding her own worries. Not because she's nervous of what the council will say.

It's because she already knows why they're here.

It's no secret that Ionia and Noxus have been on each other's throats. Noxus has always thought that Ionia did not deserve the kingdom they have built, therefore giving Noxus the idea of taking it for themselves. Thinking of the nation as weak for their desire for peace. Ambessa knows that it is wrong, but the lands and the materials of Ionia will definitely benefit Noxus. Her own empire included.

The General's thoughts were cut short for they have finally reached the door of their counselling chambers.

The double doors are opened by Ambessa’s knights, the light finally escaping the room, making it shine in the daylight through the giant windows.

And inside….

Is the council.

Grand General Swain.

Jericho Darius.

The Faceless.

“Finally, you have indulged us with your presence, I was wondering when you will finally come and meet us.”

“We apologize for the wait, My queen and I had matters to attend to. I do hope that all of you were assisted and cared for by our personnel during our time absent.” Your wife speaks. Her voice is authoritative and sharp. Her tone lacked the softness that you had the honour to hear earlier this day. She's not Ambessa at the moment.

She's the General and Reigning Ruler of Rokrund.

“Is there a particular reason of why you've come to our lands, Grand General? I don't recall any reunion planned anytime soon.” I say, moving towards one of the chairs circling the war table. My words powerful, questioning, and confused.

“I suppose your General has not informed you of our situation?” Swain reflects, cunning. I look to Ambessa for answers. Eyes sharp and concerned.

“I'm afraid I haven't had the time to give her the details at the moment, And I've promised her for me to handle everything of sorts that include Hostilities” Ambessa replies, looking straight at the Grand General. Not faltering.

“Is that so? Well then, let me keep her up to date.” Darius says while the Faceless is still silent. A dark veil covering their face, keeping their identity unknown.

“Ionia has quite the plane, don't they? They have materials that not only could expand our other expeditions but give us more power. Getting Ionia’s Lands will send a statement to other nations. To show them that we are capable of bringing anyone down.” Jericho explains. Yet all you understood is that they plan on killing not to earn respect, but fear. Planning an invasion of a nation that have done nothing but build peace on their borders.

“We would like Ambessa Medarda to lead them by the day after tomorrow”

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The earth shattering silence returns once more.

“600 men will be the number you will take with you. We will provide the ships and resources you need to get there. Our own soldiers have also started their fight, leaving a week before today. All ships will be here by dusk the next day, we expect you to leave by dawn and head there as quickly-” I cut Darius off.

“No”

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. If I may, Ionia is far from here. Also considering that you plan on starting a war that could take decades to end. Ionia might be quiet, but they are filled with skilled individuals.” I retorted. Starting to sound louder and voice seeping out of the chambers walls. “There are multiple places under your command, why pich ours? We've been nothing but peaceful here in Rokrund. We've only trained soldiers to protect our lands and not take it from others. I apologize for my outburst but this is utterly unnacept-”

“You don't have a choice.” Voice contorted and low. Making me freeze, throat suddenly tight, not daring to say anything back.

The Faceless has finally said it.

The unknown stands up, Veil still covering their features. “You don't get to say no, simply not obliging with our will puts you in a horrible position, would you like us to take your lands for ourselves instead?”

The whole room is silent. The other two of the council's face were stoic and unfaltering. They knew the Veil covered person was telling the truth.

You knew the truth. They could and they will.

No one dares to speak. You can practically picture the smirk on the unknown’s face. It makes your blood boil. Yet it also makes you want to hide and cry.

“I'll get everyone by the beach tomorrow morning.”

You look at Ambessa, eyes wide, tears threatening to spill out due to frustration. She can't be serious. The idea of her going to war once again makes your heart shatter to a million pieces.

“Very well then, we'll get enough boats to your shore soon.” Grand General voices out. Lifting his weight off of the wooden chairs, followed by the others.

The council finally makes their way to the door, one by one leaving us two in the room.

But the Faceless one stops, turning around to look at me. Making me feel her piercing eyes through the dark concealing fabric.

“Do make sure to give your Little queen here a lesson would you? She has no idea what we're capable of. I suggest keeping her mouth shut from now on.” They add. Voice lower than before, sounding threatening and scary.

Finally, the doors shut.

It's just the two of us now.

“My love…”

“What were you thinking. We could've reasoned with them. We could've told them that we have not enough soldiers. We could've told them they were not ready. We could've said anything!” I exclaimed, tears finally spilling from my eyes.

All of this is all too much to bear.

“You heard them, we have no choice but to do so.” Ambessa says, calmer and softer. Like every inch of the kingdom would collapse if she spoke even the slightest bit louder. Her heart was breaking. Slowly cracking to see you like this. Knowing somehow, she's at fault.

“W-we have children that need you! What would I say to them if they ask where you are!? Kino is too young to understand and Mel is still an infant! “

My hands are as shaky as I sound, not finding anything to hold onto. More tears flow from my eyes.

“She'll not see you for years. She'll grow up not knowing you and who knows what that child will do when she gets older. I'll be alone! I- I can't…”

Ambessa finally takes initiative and holds you tight. Embracing your shaking frame with warmth, filled with so much love. She can't stand the way you're sobbing, knowing that she can't do anything to ease you. Only two words came out of her mouth, but it was all she could say.

“I'm sorry” her expression looked like a guilty toddler that did something horrible. She wanted to comfort you more but her vocal chords betray her, keeping her quiet as you tremble.

“I don't want to lose you.” I whisper. Barely even audible. But Ambessa hears it. “You won't” she reassures you, her lips slowly maneuvering its way around your neck. It wasn't rough, it was warm, soft, and reassuring .

“You can't be sure of that.” I retort, denying her words.

Ambessa's hand, calloused and rough. But nevertheless soft reaches her way up to your face, lifting it making you see each other. Her eyes were always beautiful, but never as beautiful as this. It was filled with so much affection. It was intimate.

It was her.

You were so lost that you didn't even notice yourself leaning closer until you felt her lips collide with yours. Her lips were soft, though slightly chapped. She tasted like honey. Different from her exterior. The kiss was passionate, it melts you, falling to her as support. She's quick to hold you, easily picking you up, lifting you up as if you were weightless. The kiss was long yet no one dared to pull away. It felt like a statement in itself.

She slowly releases from you, taking a sharp inhale. She laughs quietly seeing you try to lean in once more. “Quite bold of you, hmm?” She teases and all I can reply was a choked whine. “Come on, my queen. Let's at least get to our bedroom first? Unless you want someone to watch” Your wife suggests. Flustered you tuck your head in her neck, inhaling more of her smell. Cinnamon, milk, and honey.

She chuckles as she carries you out of the large room you were in and quickly makes her way to your bedroom, laying you on the olive wood wedding bed.

“I will come back, I promise. And I intend to make sure your whole body remembers.” She whispers in your ear. The whole sentence makes you shudder, making you clench your thighs.

Her hands slowly travel all over you, slowly removing every garment you had on. Her kisses going lower from your neck, to your chest, to your stomach, to your lower half. She slowly spreads your thighs apart, eyes never leaving yours, as if she was enchanted and unable to turn away.

“I will guarantee you that this night will suffice for the days I will be gone. “

And she fulfilled her promise. You're almost certain the whole of Rokrund heard all your cries of pleasure.

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You were woken up by something pecking your nape. You didn't have to guess that it was your beloved wife because she already knows you're finally awake.

“Good morning, My Royal” she says, continuing to kiss and nib at you earlobes.”Mmhm, morning” I say, you can feel the smile creeping up to your face as you turn to face her.”Did you sleep well?” She asks. I stifle a giggle “As if you didn't make sure of that”. She smirks at your reply “I sure did” She gives you a quick peck before sitting up “I'm afraid We must rise now, it's quite late into the morning and we have important matters to attend”

My smile falters, remembering the events of yesterday. You still can't believe how quick this was happening. Still not ready to accept everything.

Still not ready to say goodbye.

“Very well… I'll leave you to it while I go to Fel for the children. That woman works too much for her age. Not to mention she has own kids to take care of.”

Ambessa lets out a chuckle “She does, but Jinx and Violet are no kids, they are as old as us, You and Vi are practically inseparable, I'm jealous” she jokes, Standing up and opening the wooden closet. I laugh, finally also sitting up, watching her walk around the room to get prepared for the day. I look at the clock beside us, it is quite late for a person who just woke up.

It doesn't take long for you to also get ready for the hours ahead, hoping to share a bath with your beloved.

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A couple of moments later, you both are parting ways, sharing a kiss before going opposite corridors.

Your day wasn't very eventful, just spending time with your children along with the pink and blue haired siblings. It wasn't a drag, it's just your head was filled with endless thoughts and what ifs.

You tried to distract yourself, but you can barely even hear the voice of your close friend from how loud your mind is.

“And then Jinx almost fell down the docks and- Hey, you okay? Are you even listening?” Violet finally got you out of your trance, you look at her, blinking quickly. “I, yeah. Sure.” I mumble.”She'll be fine” and that's all Vi has to say to make you know what you were zoning out about.

“You don't know that” I say as I tuck a hair out of Mel's face. “You're going to have to trust her, you know? She's not a general for no reason. She proved herself multiple times.” The blue haired girl also joined in. Vi scoots closer to you, looking into your eyes. “I'll admit, I'm also scared that Caitlyn might not come home, but I'm telling you, I trust Ambessa enough to keep her alive.” Her words comfort you in the slightest. “I suppose…” you trail off before Kino calls you. You smile at Violet and Jinx before finally hearing what your son had to say.

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The sun had set and the ships arrived earlier than expected. Ambessa was ordering everyone around to get everything done, her golden eyes focused and gaze sharp. Her burning red locks braided and tied to a bun.

“General”

She looks to her right, seeing a girl with cat eyes and navy blue hair.

“Caitlyn, of what do you need me for?”

“As much as I would like to join you on your expedition, I would like to request that I do not. Vi has shown her disagreement and I don't want to-”

“Excuse me?”

Caitlyn is frozen to her spot. Her voice is not leaving her mouth.

“You are my second in command. I expect everything from you except to hear you say as such. Don't let your weakness get to you, Caitlyn. If I was given the option to stay by my wife's side I would, but the world doesn't work that way. Especially here in Noxus. I tolerate you enough due to Violet being a close companion to your queen.” Ambessa states, staring into Caitlyn's soul. Insulted. A trained warrior backing out. How infuriating.

“Don't think you are special. I am still the one sitting beside your queen's throne. Know your place as a soldier. I do not condone cowards.”

It seems like the cat got her own tongue. The blue haired girl is not only scared to the bone but scarred. Coward.

“Do me one and call Rictus. Tell him to get the rations ready by the hour” The General speaks, still authoritative and strong.

“Of course, General.”

Once again, Ambessa is alone. Boots deep in the sand of the beach as the waves hit the shore.

No one sees it. But the moonlight reflects a tear that slowly fell down her eye.

Her cold exterior finally showed a crack, not being able to hide her real emotions.

She isn't sure how she will survive.

For once in her life,

She's scared.

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A/n: I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONGGG😭😭😭 I WAS CRASHING OUT BC I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE ITTT. Request are open!! And if you have any feedback I'd love to hear ittt

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velvetvisionsaurora · 1 month ago

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Synopsis: When talented producer Y/n (known professionally as the mysterious "Celeste") accepts a position at JYP Entertainment to help Stray Kids with their comeback, she expects to focus solely on creating music. What she doesn't expect is the immediate connection she feels with Han Jisung—the group's quick-witted, sensitive rapper and producer who's been following her career from afar.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Heartbreak

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Chapter 14: Interventions

"Your productivity-to-sighing ratio is becoming problematic," Changbin observed dryly, watching Han stare blankly at his notebook for the fifth consecutive minute. "At this rate, we'll finish the album sometime next century."

It had been ten days since Han had ended things with you, ten days of carefully choreographed professional interactions and studiously avoided personal conversations. Ten days of Han's increasingly obvious distraction despite his best efforts to focus on work.

"I'm just thinking through some lyrical adjustments," Han defended, though the empty page before him betrayed the lie.

"Right," Changbin nodded with exaggerated agreement. "Those invisible lyrics look very profound."

Han closed his notebook with perhaps more force than necessary. "Did you need something specific, or is bothering me just today's entertainment?"

"Both, actually," Changbin replied, unfazed by Han's irritation. "Lee Know and I wanted to talk to you. Privately."

Something in Changbin's tone—unusually serious beneath the casual delivery—sent a ripple of unease through Han's system. First Felix, then Hyunjin, and now Changbin and Lee Know. The circle of members taking interest in his personal life was expanding in concerning ways.

"About what?" Han asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer.

"About why you've been walking around like someone stole your soul for the past ten days," Lee Know answered, appearing in the doorway of their shared room. "And why our producer has developed a remarkable ability to look both perfectly composed and completely devastated whenever you're in the same room."

Han's stomach dropped. While he'd known Felix and Hyunjin were aware of the situation given their prior knowledge of the relationship, he hadn't realized his behavior—or yours—had been obvious enough to draw attention from the others.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he attempted, the denial weak even to his own ears.

Lee Know's unimpressed expression made it clear he wasn't buying it. "Let's skip the part where you pretend nothing's wrong, we pretend to believe you, and everyone wastes valuable time. Something happened between you and Y/n. We want to know what."

The direct approach was characteristic of Lee Know, who had never been one for social niceties when straightforward questions would suffice. Han glanced between his two friends, finding no escape route from the conversation.

"It's complicated," he hedged, the same insufficient explanation he'd offered Felix and Hyunjin.

"We've got time," Changbin said, settling more comfortably on his own bed across from Han's. "And unlike Felix and Hyunjin, we don't have preexisting knowledge clouding our perspective."

The casual reference to Felix and Hyunjin confirmed Han's suspicion that information had been shared among the members, though how much remained unclear. Had they revealed the full extent of his relationship with you, or merely their concerns about the current tension?

"There's nothing to discuss," Han insisted with forced casualness. "Y/n and I had a minor disagreement about production approach. It's being handled professionally."

Lee Know snorted, the sound conveying his complete disbelief. "A 'minor disagreement' doesn't result in you looking like you haven't slept in days, or her flinching when your hands accidentally touch over equipment."

The observation was uncomfortably accurate. Despite both your best efforts at professionalism, small tells had apparently been noticed by more perceptive members.

"Has there been an impact on the album production?" Han asked, attempting to redirect the conversation to safer territory.

"Not yet," Changbin acknowledged. "You're both professionals. But the tension is affecting group dynamics, and eventually, it will affect the work if not addressed."

"There's nothing to address," Han maintained stubbornly. "We're adults handling a temporary awkwardness. It will pass."

"Cut the bullshit, Han," Lee Know said bluntly, his patience visibly thinning. "We know you were involved with Y/n. We know it ended badly. What we don't know is why, or whether it's going to become a problem for the comeback."

The direct statement confirmed Han's worst fears—somehow, knowledge of the relationship had spread beyond Felix and Hyunjin. His mind raced through possibilities. Had one of them broken their promise of secrecy? Had someone else seen something suspicious? Or had his own behavior been so transparent that the others had pieced it together themselves?

"Who told you?" he asked finally, abandoning the increasingly futile denial.

"No one needed to tell us," Lee Know replied with a hint of exasperation. "We have eyes. And unlike some members, we also have functional brains that can connect obvious dots."

"The lingering glances, the 'coincidental' scheduling of early arrivals and late departures, the way you light up when she compliments your work," Changbin elaborated. "Followed by ten days of you looking like someone died and her maintaining professional composure so rigid it might snap at any moment."

Put that way, Han wondered how they hadn't been discovered sooner. "Does anyone else know?"

"Chan suspects but hasn't said anything directly," Lee Know answered. "Seungmin is too focused on his own projects to notice. I.N. definitely knows something's wrong but probably hasn't figured out exactly what."

The assessment was both concerning and slightly relieving—the situation wasn't completely public yet, but neither was it as contained as Han had hoped.

"So what happened?" Changbin pressed, returning to the original question. "Things seemed to be going well, from what we could observe. Then suddenly, nuclear winter."

Han sighed, recognizing that some level of explanation was necessary, even if he couldn't share the whole truth about Manager Kim's warning. "I ended things. It was getting too complicated with her contract ending in a few weeks, the professional boundaries being crossed, the risk of discovery."

"That's the 'what,' not the 'why,'" Lee Know pointed out. "Professional complications existed from the beginning. Something changed. Something specific."

Han had forgotten how perceptive Lee Know could be beneath his usually disaffected exterior. Like Felix, he sensed there was more to the story than Han was revealing.

"I realized it wasn't going anywhere," Han said, repeating the explanation he'd given you, the words feeling even hollower now. "The intensity was situational—the secrecy, the forbidden aspect, the creative collaboration. Once I thought about it logically, continuing made no sense."

"And when exactly have you ever approached relationships 'logically'?" Changbin questioned skeptically. "You're the same person who wrote twelve songs about a crush who smiled at you once in high school."

The reminder of his typically emotional approach to romantic feelings made Han's constructed narrative even less convincing. "People mature. I've learned from past mistakes."

"Right," Lee Know drawled. "You matured suddenly and completely, overnight, with no precipitating event. That sounds extremely plausible and not at all like a convenient excuse."

Han ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "What do you want me to say? That I made a mistake? Fine, maybe I did. But it's done now. She'll be leaving for LA in eight weeks, and we'll all move on with our lives."

"What we want," Changbin said with unusual gentleness, "is to understand what's really going on with our friend who's clearly miserable despite insisting everything's fine."

The concern in Changbin's voice threatened to crack Han's carefully maintained composure. It would be so much easier to share the truth with his closest friends, to explain the real reason behind his actions, to have someone understand why he'd made the painful choice he had.

But the risk remained too great. The more people who knew the truth, the more likely it was to eventually reach you, and the possibility of you taking actions that could harm your career for his sake was exactly what he was trying to prevent.

"I appreciate the concern," Han said finally, his tone softening slightly. "But this is something I need to handle myself. The important thing is that the album production isn't affected."

"The album isn't the only thing that matters," Lee Know pointed out quietly. "You do too."

The simple statement, delivered with Lee Know's characteristic bluntness but unusual warmth, threatened Han's emotional control more than all the direct questioning had. It was easier to maintain his deception when faced with skepticism or accusation than with genuine care and concern.

"I'll be fine," Han insisted, though the hollow promise convinced none of them. "Just need some time to readjust to normal professional boundaries."

Changbin and Lee Know exchanged a glance that communicated volumes without words—neither believed Han's explanation, but both recognized they wouldn't get anything more from him now.

"Well, when you're ready to talk about what really happened," Changbin said, standing to indicate the interrogation was pausing rather than ending, "we're here."

"And in the meantime," Lee Know added, "try to look less like you're auditioning for a tragedy. People are starting to talk, and not just within the group."

The warning sent a chill through Han's system. If his behavior was noticeable enough to cause speculation beyond their immediate circle, the risk of rumors reaching management—or worse, you discovering the truth about Manager Kim's warning—increased substantially.

"I'll work on that," he promised, making a mental note to better police his expressions and actions moving forward.

As Changbin and Lee Know left the room, Han remained on his bed, the notebook still open to its blank page. The conversation had revealed concerning new complications—more members aware of the relationship than he'd realized, his own behavior less controlled than he'd believed, the potential for wider discovery growing with each passing day.

Eight more weeks suddenly felt like an eternity, each day a minefield of potential slips, revelations, or confrontations that could undermine the very protection he'd sacrificed your relationship to ensure.

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"You need a distraction," Hyunjin declared, flopping dramatically across your couch as if he owned it. "This professional zombie routine is getting depressing."

It was Friday evening, nearly two weeks since Han had ended things, and you'd been attempting to enjoy a quiet night alone when Hyunjin and Felix had appeared at your door, bearing takeout and determinedly cheerful expressions.

"I'm not a zombie," you protested, though the protest lacked conviction. "I'm just focused on work."

"You're focused on not focusing on Han," Felix corrected gently from his position in your armchair. "Which is understandable but not actually helping you feel better."

You sighed, unable to deny the assessment. The past twelve days had been an exercise in deliberate distraction—throwing yourself into production details, reviewing tracks that were already near-perfect, maintaining such rigid professionalism that even Chan had asked if you were feeling well.

"What do you suggest? More baking? Another movie night?" Your tone was more resigned than enthusiastic, though you appreciated their concern.

"A date," Hyunjin announced triumphantly, sitting up with the air of someone revealing a brilliant plan. "A hot, distracting, completely unrelated-to-work date."

You stared at him, momentarily speechless. "A date," you repeated flatly. "With whom, exactly? I don't exactly have a large social circle in Seoul."

"That," Hyunjin declared with a flourish, "is where we come in. Felix and I know people. Non-idol, normal, attractive people who would be thrilled to take our talented producer friend to dinner."

Felix nodded, though with slightly less enthusiasm than Hyunjin. "It might actually be good for you to get out, meet someone new. No pressure, just dinner and conversation not related to the album or... recent events."

The suggestion was so unexpected, so completely at odds with your emotional state, that you couldn't immediately formulate a response. The thought of sitting across from a stranger, making small talk while pretending your heart wasn't still in pieces, seemed both exhausting and vaguely disloyal—though to whom, you weren't entirely sure anymore.

"I appreciate the thought," you said carefully, "but I'm not ready to date anyone."

"Who said anything about dating?" Hyunjin waved dismissively. "This is a strategic distraction. One evening of being reminded that there are other attractive, interesting men in the world besides Han Jisung."

The direct reference to Han made you wince slightly. Despite regular interactions in the studio, you and the others had developed an unspoken agreement to avoid mentioning him by name in personal conversations.

"I'm well aware that other men exist," you pointed out dryly. "I just don't particularly want to make awkward conversation with one over dinner right now."

"What about Minjun?" Felix suggested, ignoring your objection. "He's Chan's friend from university. Producer, understands the industry, good sense of humor."

"Or Jiwoo," Hyunjin countered. "Dancer, incredibly hot, works with one of the choreographers. Excellent conversationalist."

You stared between them, realizing with growing horror that this wasn't a hypothetical suggestion but an actual plan they'd already begun implementing. "Have you been discussing potential dates for me behind my back?"

"Not discussing," Hyunjin corrected innocently. "Just... inventorying suitable candidates. For when you were ready."

"Which apparently is now," Felix added, his expression turning more serious. "Y/n, you've barely left your dorm except for work since... you know. It's not healthy."

"I went to dinner with you both last week," you pointed out defensively.

"Once," Hyunjin emphasized. "One dinner in twelve days. Otherwise, it's been studio-dorm-studio-dorm like some kind of depressing pendulum."

The assessment, while slightly exaggerated, contained enough truth to make you uncomfortable. You had been isolating yourself, avoiding social situations that might strain your emotional control or lead to awkward questions from members who didn't know about your relationship with Han.

"Look," Felix said gently, "no one's saying you need to find a new relationship. Just that spending one evening with someone completely unconnected to your current situation might help clear your head."

Put that way, the suggestion held a certain logic, though you remained skeptical about your ability to be good company for anyone in your current state.

"And," Hyunjin added with a mischievous smile, "it might be satisfying to see Han's face when he realizes you're moving on with your life instead of pining over him."

"I am not pining," you protested automatically, though the defensive response only made Hyunjin's smile widen.

"Of course not," he agreed with excessive politeness. "You're just sighing dramatically whenever he leaves the room because the air quality improves."

Felix stifled a laugh at Hyunjin's description, earning a betrayed look from you. "He's exaggerating," Felix assured you quickly. "But you do get this certain look when Han's around—like you're trying really hard not to look at him while being hyper-aware of his exact location."

The uncomfortably accurate assessment made you wonder what other tells you'd been unconsciously displaying. If Felix and Hyunjin had noticed these details, who else might have observed the same patterns?

"Fine," you conceded reluctantly. "Maybe I could use an evening away from... everything. But I'm not promising to enjoy it."

"That's the spirit!" Hyunjin exclaimed with clearly excessive enthusiasm. "Nothing says 'fun date' like preemptive determination to be miserable!"

Despite yourself, you smiled at his ridiculous encouragement. "Who exactly did you have in mind? And please tell me you haven't already set this up without my consent."

Felix and Hyunjin exchanged a quick glance that immediately raised your suspicions.

"Define 'set up,'" Hyunjin hedged. "If you mean 'mentioned to an eligible friend that our extremely talented, beautiful producer friend might be available for dinner this weekend,' then... maybe?"

"Hyunjin!" you exclaimed, equal parts horrified and reluctantly amused. "You can't just arrange dates for people without asking them first!"

"I believe I just demonstrated that I absolutely can," he countered with unrepentant cheerfulness. "Besides, Jiwoo is genuinely interested in meeting you. I may have talked you up a bit."

"A bit?" Felix questioned skeptically.

"I maintained a reasonable ratio of truth to embellishment," Hyunjin insisted. "Eighty-twenty. Ninety-ten, tops."

You buried your face in your hands, wondering how your quiet evening alone had transformed into this bizarre intervention. "What exactly did you tell this Jiwoo person about me?"

"Just that you're a brilliant producer working temporarily with our team, that you're talented and beautiful and currently in need of pleasant company unrelated to K-pop idol drama," Hyunjin summarized innocently. "All objectively true statements."

"And that you've just gotten out of something complicated and aren't looking for anything serious," Felix added, apparently wanting to ensure full disclosure. "So expectations are appropriately set."

The thought that they had discussed your recent heartbreak with a stranger sent a fresh wave of mortification through your system. "So you told him I'm emotionally damaged and using him as a rebound. Fantastic."

"I phrased it much more elegantly," Hyunjin assured you. "Used words like 'transitional period' and 'focusing on career priorities.' Very professional."

Despite your embarrassment, you found yourself oddly touched by their well-meaning if misguided efforts. The fact that they cared enough to orchestrate this elaborate distraction spoke to a depth of friendship you hadn't fully appreciated until this moment.

"I can't believe I'm considering this," you muttered, more to yourself than to them.

"That's the spirit!" Hyunjin encouraged, clearly interpreting your resigned tone as agreement. "Tomorrow night, eight o'clock, that new fusion restaurant in Gangnam. I'll text you the details."

"I haven't said yes yet," you pointed out, though your objection lacked conviction.

"But you will," Hyunjin replied with complete confidence. "Because deep down, you know we're right. One night away from your apartment and your thoughts is exactly what you need."

Felix, perhaps sensing your continued hesitation, added more gently, "If it's terrible, you can leave after one drink. No pressure, no expectations. Just a few hours of different scenery and conversation."

Put that way, the proposition seemed less daunting. A brief distraction, a few hours away from the painful orbit around Han and your broken relationship, might indeed offer some temporary relief from the constant ache you'd been carrying.

"Fine," you conceded, already questioning your judgment. "One dinner. But if it's awkward or uncomfortable, I'm leaving and blaming both of you entirely."

"Fair," Felix agreed immediately.

"More than fair," Hyunjin confirmed with a triumphant smile. "Now, what are you going to wear? Please tell me you brought something more exciting than production-appropriate business casual to Seoul."

The sudden pivot to styling concerns was so perfectly Hyunjin that you couldn't help laughing despite your reservations. "I think I can manage to dress myself for a casual dinner without your fashion consultation."

"Are you sure?" Hyunjin asked skeptically, eyeing your current outfit of comfortable loungewear. "Because Jiwoo is, and I cannot emphasize this enough, extremely attractive. Like, 'why aren't you modeling instead of dancing' attractive."

"Hyunjin," Felix interjected with the patient tone of someone accustomed to managing his friend's enthusiasm, "maybe don't make her more nervous about this."

"I'm not nervous," you insisted automatically. "It's just dinner with a stranger. I've taken business meetings with intimidating industry executives. I can handle one casual date."

Even as you said it, though, you realized it wasn't entirely true. Business meetings were professional interactions with clear parameters and expectations. Dating—even casual, no-expectations dating—involved a different kind of vulnerability, one you weren't sure you were ready to embrace so soon after having your heart broken.

But the alternative—continuing your current pattern of work-focused isolation punctuated by painful encounters with Han—seemed increasingly unsustainable. Perhaps Hyunjin and Felix were right. Perhaps a different kind of distraction was exactly what you needed to break the cycle of hurt and avoidance that had characterized the past twelve days.

"Tomorrow at eight," you confirmed with a resigned nod. "But I'm still blaming you both if it's a disaster."

Hyunjin's delighted expression suggested he considered this a significant victory, while Felix offered a more measured smile of encouragement. As they launched into detailed descriptions of Jiwoo's many apparently excellent qualities, you found yourself wondering what Han would think of this development—and immediately chastised yourself for the thought.

His opinion no longer mattered. He had made his choice, had ended things with calculated precision, had made it clear that whatever had existed between you wasn't worth the complications it created. Your social life, your attempts to move forward, were no longer his concern.

The thought brought both pain and a strange sense of freedom. Perhaps this dinner, regardless of its outcome, would be the first step toward reclaiming your autonomy, toward remembering who you were beyond the relationship that had briefly consumed you.

Eight weeks remained before your return to LA. Eight weeks to complete the album, to maintain professional composure, to prepare for the transition back to your real life. Eight weeks that would pass more easily if you weren't spending every moment outside the studio dwelling on what might have been.

One dinner with an attractive stranger wouldn't heal your broken heart, but it might at least remind you that your story hadn't ended just because one chapter had closed more painfully than expected.

---

"What do you mean, 'a date'?" Han's voice rose sharply, drawing curious glances from the other members gathered in the dorm's living area. "With whom?"

Felix's expression remained carefully neutral, though something like satisfaction flickered briefly in his eyes at Han's reaction. "Some dancer friend of Hyunjin's. Jiwoo, I think? Tomorrow night, that new place in Gangnam."

Han stared at Felix, trying to process this unexpected information. The thought of you sharing a meal with someone else, smiling across a table at a stranger, potentially enjoying someone's company in the way you'd once enjoyed his—it sent a wave of something hot and unpleasant through his system.

"Whose idea was this?" he demanded, though he suspected he already knew the answer.

"Hyunjin's, originally," Felix confirmed. "But I supported it. Y/n's been isolating herself since... well, you know. She needs to get out, meet people, remember there's a world beyond the studio and her dorm."

The reasonable explanation did nothing to soothe the irrational anger building in Han's chest. Intellectually, he understood that you had every right to have dinner with whomever you pleased. He had ended things, had pushed you away with deliberate cruelty, had forfeited any claim to opinions about your social life.

But emotionally? The thought of you moving on, potentially finding connection with someone else while he remained trapped in his necessary deception, was almost unbearable.

"It's just a distraction," Felix continued, watching Han's reaction with perceptive eyes. "She's not looking for anything serious. But it might help her stop looking so heartbroken every time you walk into a room."

The direct reference to your ongoing pain sent a fresh wave of guilt through Han's system. He had known you were hurting—had seen it in the careful way you held yourself in his presence, the professional mask that never quite reached your eyes—but hearing it confirmed so bluntly made the reality of what he'd done even more difficult to bear.

"She's free to do whatever she wants," Han said finally, his tone deliberately even despite the turmoil beneath it. "We're not together anymore."

"No, you're not," Felix agreed, something harder entering his usually warm voice. "By your choice, if I recall correctly. So this shouldn't bother you at all."

The challenge was clear—if Han truly believed what he'd told you about his feelings not being deep enough, about the relationship being primarily circumstantial, then your dinner with someone else should be irrelevant to him. The fact that it clearly wasn't supported Felix's ongoing suspicion that Han's stated reasons for ending things weren't the whole truth.

"It doesn't bother me," Han insisted, the lie transparent to both of them. "I was just surprised."

"Right," Felix nodded with exaggerated understanding. "That's why you look like someone just canceled your birthday. Surprise."

Han turned away, unable to maintain the pretense of indifference under Felix's knowing gaze. "I need to work on some lyrics. For the album."

"Of course," Felix agreed easily, allowing Han the escape he clearly needed. "The album always comes first, right?"

The echo of Han's own justification for ending things with you felt like a deliberate jab, one he had no defense against given the partial truth of the statement. The album did matter—but it hadn't been his primary concern when ending your relationship. Your career, your future beyond this temporary assignment, had been what he sought to protect.

A protection that suddenly felt hollow as he imagined you smiling across a table at some attractive dancer, perhaps finding connection with someone who didn't come with Han's complications, someone who could appreciate you openly without fear of professional consequences.

As Han retreated to his room, closing the door perhaps more firmly than necessary, a new, unwelcome thought presented itself—what if this date went well? What if you found genuine interest in this Jiwoo person? What if the distraction Hyunjin and Felix had orchestrated became something more meaningful?

Eight weeks remained before your scheduled return to LA. Plenty of time for a new relationship to develop, for your wounded heart to begin healing in someone else's company, for the bond that had formed between you and Han to be replaced by fresh connections without the weight of secrecy and professional complications.

The possibility sent a wave of something dangerously close to panic through Han's system. He had ended things to protect your career, had sacrificed his own happiness for your professional future—but he hadn't considered the possibility of you finding happiness with someone else while the wound of your separation was still raw for him.

Selfish, a voice in his mind accused. You want her safe from professional consequences but alone and hurting rather than happy with someone else.

The uncomfortable truth of this assessment made Han wince. He wanted to believe his motives were purely selfless, that his only concern was your wellbeing and future. But the visceral reaction to news of your dinner plans suggested something more complicated—a possessiveness he had no right to feel, a jealousy he couldn't justify given his own actions.

Tomorrow night, while he was working on tracks or practicing choreography or whatever distraction he could find, you would be sitting across from someone new. Laughing, perhaps. Engaging in conversation that had nothing to do with production techniques or comeback preparations. Possibly even enjoying yourself, taking the first steps toward moving on from whatever had existed between you and Han.

The thought was almost physically painful, a tightness in his chest that made breathing difficult. But what alternative did he have? To confess the truth about Manager Kim's warning? To ask you to remain in emotional limbo while he maintained his necessary deception? To expect you to honor a connection he himself had publicly devalued and dismissed?

None of these were viable options if he truly cared about your wellbeing—both professional and personal. The truth would only place you in an impossible position, forced to choose between career safety and emotional honesty. And asking you to wait for some undefined future resolution would be deeply unfair when he himself had framed your relationship as less significant than it was.

No, Han had made his choice. Had sacrificed what might have been for the certainty of protecting your career. That choice came with consequences—including the possibility of watching you move forward while he remained trapped in the painful limbo of his own creation.

Eight more weeks. He had believed he could endure anything for eight weeks, even a broken heart disguised behind careful professionalism.

But watching you potentially begin healing with someone else's help? That was a test of endurance he hadn't anticipated and wasn't sure he had the strength to pass.

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wutheringmights · 1 year ago

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After I finished reading The Epic of Gilgamesh today, I entered a fugue state where I sat down and read the entirety of Alanna: The First Adventure by Tamora Pierce.

On the record, I have had a lifelong love and adoration for Pierce's Tortall books. I first read the Song of the Lioness quartet when I was 11, and they rewrote my brain. I love them so much. I reread them and the other Tortall books on a semi-frequent schedule.

It's been a while since I reread any of the Alanna books, if only because my sister took our shared copies when she moved out. I've been meaning to buy my own set for a long while now but haven't been able to justify the purchase. The other week, I just so happened to find the first two volumes at my local indie bookstore. I bought them immediately, as well as ordered the third and fourth book. (And discovered that the store owner knows me by name-- when I went to pick up my order, she saw me and said, Hi Frankie! I got your books over here.) (I may be spending too much money there.)

So I have been in a bit of an emotional rut these past few weeks. Work sucks. Life stinks. The temptation to run off to Tortall and curl up in the fantasy story that captivated me as a kid has never been stronger.

Ergo, I ran off to read the first book as soon as I could.

If you're looking for any critique of this book, series, or Tortall in general, I will never give it. Sure, it's problematic and dated, and in many ways imperfect, but someone else can list out all of its issues. They're all perfect to me.

Anyway, the book. I should say something about this book in particular.

One thing I appreciate about Pierce's writing is how she handles school settings in fantasy. Learning and training is so mundane. All of her heroines have to work hard and put in extra hours of study in order to improve, much less keep up with their peers. It's so normal that it circles around to being weirdly refreshing.

Also, there is still no other fantasy author who handles period talk and birth control the way Pierce does. We make fun of the trope of fantasy birth control nowadays, but I rarely see it presented as it is here: as a part of normal puberty lessons and given long before sex is in the girl's radar. And even today with the glut of YA fantasy stories out there, I still have yet to see menstruation be portrayed as frequently or as bluntly as Pierce writes it.

There was a period of time publishers really tried to push the Tortall books as straight YA, which doesn't work for that reason alone. You gotta market them to middle schoolers. They're the ones just starting puberty talks, and getting scenes like this is so good for their brains.

Moving on: I fucking love these characters. Alanna was an icon of brash, temperamental heroines that have shaped my taste to this day. I love how even in the first book, Jon is kinda shitty. I adore George Cooper. Talk about a taste maker the way this man sets a standard.

I just can't be coherent when it comes to any Tortall books. I have no thoughts. Head empty. I am going to binge the rest of this series as quickly as I can before my library book comes in. Then normal book content will resume.

Before I go, I need to talk about the book covers.

Growing up, my sister and I had these covers:

Which, god. I love them. The black is striking. The art is incredible. Alanna looks so good. They were the perfect pocket-size too. I was going to buy the same edition for my copies, but instead I got the 40th anniversary reprints:

Not bad at all! These books have had some seriously bad covers, and these look great! Very anime, which will appeal to the 11 year olds who need to have their socks rocked by this series.

But, man. I really miss those black covers. One day I will splurge and buy a second set of them just so that I can stare at the art.

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atamascolily · 10 months ago

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A few more observations on the second Walpurgis no Kaiten trailer, building on my earlier post. This trailer is so detailed and so intricate, I can really only watch it shot by shot in slow motion, otherwise I miss too much, otherwise it all goes by too fast.

The scallop shells on the handbag look similar to the scallop shell hand mirror that Homura is holding.

I can't decide if teapot on the table has the same pattern/design as the cup in this other shot. There are at least 2 tea parties in this trailer, and possibly more that we haven't seen yet.

Speaking of which, the angle on the stabbing shot suggests that the person is stabbing themselves in the arm--it looks like the salamander, representing Devil Homura's power, is trying to get to them, only to get stabbed by what appears to be a box cutter blade (??) and then it morphs into a cuff to try and control the person anyway. So I think perhaps Devil Homura will have a tea party of her own, though it's not clear to me yet if she's meeting with the green-haired girl in the glass dome or not. Or maybe someone else is meeting for tea and the salamander tries to sneak up on them when Devil Homura is not present. TBD.

Before the salamander becomes a cuff, though, it forms this lattice network first:

Oh, and you know where else the box cutter turns up? The box fan shot, of course. There is something sticking out of the middle left side of the box that looks suspiciously like a handle. And given that the box is all cut up enough to be taped together... well, that certainly seems like some kind of sabotage, doesn't it?

(SHAFT, are you giving us a magical girl whose weapon is a box cutter?? Or is this the Doppelganger Homura's answer to the salamander/dark orb? Either way, I'm here for it.)

The "fragile, handle with care logo" looks an awful lot like the cracked glass in this shot, too. Things are holding together, what is damaged is being repaired, but for how long??

Sayaka in the theater is literally experiencing a flash of insight, likely heralding a return of the memories Homura took from her at the end of Rebellion.

It seems like Sayaka is going to be in a unique position in this movie, since she is both magical girl and witch, and it sure looks like the witches are coming back (along with Walpurgisnacht!) It begs the question of whose side is she going to be on, and I suspect she'll be conflicted about that.

This other shot also suggests some kind of soul-searching, given that mirrors/portraits/stained glass on the walls were used to symbolize Homura regaining her memory in Rebellion. However, the books that are frozen specifically appear to be associated with the "book of witches" in another shot and the books piled up in the background behind Kyubey:

You can see one of the Anthonies (Gertrud's puffballs) in this shot along with other witches. Each page looks like an illuminated manuscript and/or possibly a card (?). You can tell Inu Curry had a lot of fun with this one!

There are madeleines in one of the jars behind Mami, which are associated with memory (cf. Proust's A la recherche du temps perdu) but the jar is closed and they are out of reach.

I'm really leaning towards this girl being an alternate Nagisa given the similarities between this shot and an early character design from Rebellion. (Either that or they just recycled the design, lol.) I can see the resemblance to the bear girl from episode 12, but somehow I think SHAFT is gonna stick to established characters/witches, especially given the witch book shot.

I think the exploding white feathers are from the same scene as Madoka-Doppelganger Homura waltz, and either represent Madoka regaining her memories or something going out of control and/or an interruption. TBD.

Anyway, that's all I got for the moment.

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biancasaidstfu · 16 days ago

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I think Luke will be there in Paris Fashion Week and I am 98% sure Antonia will be present too. They will probably make one last outing as a "couple" and then disappear throughout summer with occasion content implying that they are together before they start to distance themselves in August.

I think September will make it certain that they are "no longer together" and unless Nicola and Luke are papped, they won't confirm their relationship before November/December earliest. In fact, they might not confirm it at all this year since Luke's Viana premier is set for December. Seeing as it would be the only project of Luke to reach the fans this year, it makes sense that they do everything to keep the focus solely on Luke rather than Luke and Nicola.

During the S3 press interviews, there is a huge difference in the questions asked to Nicola compared to the ones asked to Luke. I personally feel that there are a lot more questions that should have been asked to Luke because that man yaps beautifully. I love his answers to well-thought out questions and the ones pertaining to Colin. His understanding of the characters he plays is fascinating and should be asked more because those are the ones we would love to hear about. I know Nicola got a bit more publicity mainly due to her various advocacy lines and pending/upcoming confirmed works so I really think that they will do their very best to keep the focus solely on Luke and his work. Plus let's not forget, Nicola's play is starting in December too, so she will most definitely want the focus to be on that rather than her relationship.

Honestly, if they don't disclose the relationship by early next year, I think they will out themselves during or around the Bridgerton press. Or Shondaland has to be extremely creative and arrange the press content with minimal Luke and Nicola interactions on camera because they aren't fooling anyone. Seeing how stubborn they are, I would say they might go as far as to cite "conflicts in schedule" as an explanation and that will not go well with the fandom. Polin is one of the strongest fandoms in the Bridgerton verse so Shondaland should be utilizing it to their advantage. The fact that we didn't get any Luke and Nicola content officially during BAFTAs has people side-eyeing the whole thing. One side is firmly on they are beefing, while the other is on they are in a relationship and trying to hide it. Shondaland would have to handle it very strategically since the last thing they would want is to have the Polin brand ruined. Then again, the lukewarm one year Polin anniversary celebrations give me the dread that they might.... (Well, let's not give them any ideas)

Hell, I have given a lot of ideas above, haven't I?

Well, if any of the above happens, I am going to blame it on the teams. They lurk here. It will only prove that we are right about everything. If the opposite happens, well, we are the Tortured Lukola Department for a reason. Hit us!

I am already mourning over the fact that we might not be getting the October 3rd content from Luke this year and the thought of it makes me want to crawl 6ft under the ground and cry. I mean, we are being robbed day and night here! No official grid Polin selfie so far. Luke barely shows a sign of life every month and it's usually with a like or a follow/unfollow. Nicola has all but retreated from the public to the point that it's all business, ads and advocacy posts now. I miss my chronically online relatable Queen. Talk about torture. No one warned me life was going to be like this. No one prepared me for this day.

*sniff*

Here's an idea. Since we know they lurk and take tips and whatnot, shall we give them some crumbs? How about we come up with a list of questions we would like interviewers to ask Luke and Nicola, that:

1. Hasn't been asking in any interview before

2. Not related to any "glow-up" comments or such about their physical appearance

Cue the anon the keeps saying “Lukola 2026/27”

Let’s come up with questions y’all.

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fenris-wolff · 2 months ago

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Hey!! I got so excited when I saw that you wrote for Jekyll and Hyde, especially the original book iteration! :]

I wanted to see if i could request Jekyll/Hyde x reader content? (Literally anything. I’m so desperate for more stuff of them ;-; )

Absolutely! here's an idea that's floated around my head for a while and just never had a reason to write!

Unconditionally

Pairing: Book!Henry Jekyll x Wife!Reader (mentions of possible Book!Edward Hyde x reader)

Word Count: 586

Summary: Doctor Henry Jekyll had been shutting himself off from his wife, hiding away in his lab. Finally getting sick of it, she goes into his lab despite his protests, and discovers the true nature of her dear husband's friend, Mr. Edward Hyde.

Warnings: First person POV, mentions of mild violence (book canon altercations), Hyde, Dr. Jekyll stresses out his wife, breaking and entering Henry's lab

He'd locked himself away again. He'd been doing it for weeks, hiding in his lab with the promise that his friend Mr. Hyde would be stopping by, and to make sure I steer clear of him while he ambles about his business.

I didn't like that Henry spent so much time around such violent company. I had heard that he'd murdered one of the Prime Ministers, but the authorities weren't quite sure if they could trust the word of the maid.

It had been six hours since Henry locked himself away, and I was getting sick of it, so I made my way to his lab. he'd always told me to keep away, that the things inside of it were dangerous, but I knocked anyway.

"Poole?" my husband's voice came from behind the door.

"It's me, Dear," I rattled the door handle. "May I come in?"

"No," he sounded panicked.

"Love, open the door," I called again, "I'm worried about you."

"There's nothing to worry about," I heard a crash from inside.

"Love?" I searched around our yard frantically for something to open the door with. I had found a large stone, and began to try and break the door handle. Once the door handle fell off, I pushed open the door.

"Henry!" I called out as I kneeled next to his form. He writhed in pain next to me, as i watched him shrink as if by magic.

"Please, Love," his voice had changed, and he refused to look at me, "go. My experiment failed. I tried to separate good and evil, but I only amplified my intrusive thoughts-"

He groaned and I placed a hand on his back.

"Love-" I was cut off when he lifted his head, and I saw Mr. Hyde's face staring back.

"I can't control my urges, I can't control the changes anymore," he pleaded.

"Oh, Henry," I sat back on my heels.

"I gave him a fake identity so I wouldn't have to be known as this," he shook his head, "forgive me, forget this."

"Oh my love," I reached for his cheek, now younger than either of us had been for many years.

"Please," he groaned again, and against my better judgment, I left the lab.

Hours passed before henry returned to our room. I placed my book on the bedside table and stood to meet him. I cupped his cheeks, now as old as he really was, and I brushed some gray strands of hair out of his eyes.

"Darling," I whispered.

"Please," he tried to stop me from talking.

"No," I cut him off, "you need to hear this. I've thought about it. We have been married for near twenty years now, and you have never given me reason to doubt your judgment."

"Love-"

"I'm not done," I shook my head, "you are my husband. My other half, and I vowed twenty years ago to love every side of you. And due to Edward Hyde being a part of you..."

"He is a fake name I created for my urges-"

"And that's fine," I pulled him into a hug. "I love you, and he is still you. I vowed that much, and I have never broken a promise over the past twenty years, have I?"

"No, I suppose you haven't..."

For the first time in many nights, I slept in my husband's embrace without fear that I'd wake and he'd be gone off to his lab. Although, i supposed we'd have to replace the door handle.

#dr jekyll #mr hyde #henry jekyll #henry jekyll x reader #edward hyde x reader #edward hyde #strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde x reader

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rednexxsaysthing · 5 months ago

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Someone on reddit: guys what songs would be good in mouthwashing?

me: *deep breath*

Anya:

1. "Truth or Dare" - Ricky Montgomery The lyrics "Hiding in the closet//trying not to vomit//didn't even want it" always struck me as lyrics about SA 2. "TV" - Billie Eilish Idk, it just seems fitting for her 3. "Every Window in Alcatraz Has a View of San Francisco" - foxtails Once, again seems fitting. 4. "Mr. Rager" - Kid Cudi I saw some edits of her w/ this song 5. "Winner" - Conan Gray "The only thing you've proven is that there's no one, who ever has done better, at making me feel worse"

Curly:

1. "Trying" - Cavetown "I realize how hard on you this must seem, but trust me, when I say: it's far, far worse for me" Always makes me think about when Anya told Curly about Jimmy 2. "Gilded Lily" - Cults "Haven't I given enough?" I feel like Curly was always trying what he saw as his best, and no one really appreciated him that much for it (in his opinion) 3. "Body" - Mother Mother I feel like this one's pretty obvious if you've listened to it 4. "Motion Sickness" - Phoebe Bridgers "I hate you, for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid" You in these lyrics being Jimmy 5. "The Exit" - Conan Gray "Feels like, we've got matching wounds but, mine's still black and bruised and yours is perfectly fine" Curly talking to Jimmy I feel like

Daisuke:

1. "Class of 2013 (Audiotree)" - Mitski This is that one audio people keep using for him where it goes "mom, I'm tired, can I sleep in your house tonight?" 2. "I Don't Smoke" - Mitski "So if you need to be mean, be mean to me, I can take it and put it inside of me" I feel like this would be how he handles everything Swansea says to him 3. "Little League" - Conan Gray Since he used to play baseball and also it has a more goofy/lighthearted tone 4. "Don't Say That" - Ricky Montgomery Just listen to it trust me 5. "Mama's Boy" - Dominic Fike I feel like the name itself is self explanatory

J*mmy Neutron:

1. "Just Take my Wallet" - Jack Stauber "Your mama's crying do-do-do-d-do-do//your mama's lyin, what's she tryna do?" and so much more of this song. Except it's like insead of "mama" it's Jimmy or Curly, ykwim? 2. "Not Strong Enough" - boygenius "Always an angel never a god" Always co-pilot, never "pilot" or some shit 3. "Remember My Name" - Mitski Idk, just reminds me of him 4. "End of Me" - Mother Mother "Or am I jsut a lot like, all the rest? A little egotistical, a little self obsessed?" Idk the song gives Jexual Jassaulter vibes (unfortunately) 5. "Crack Baby" - Mitski "Crack baby you don't know what you want, but you know that you're needing it" in reference to him wanting to pilot or sum

Swansea:

1. "Fine, Great" - Modern Baseball "I hate worrying about the future, cuz all my current problems are based around the past" and "I'm so tired, or maybe just bored, I can't really tell the difference whenever I'm talking to you" (you as in Daisuke lol) 2. "Real Men" - Mitski (I listen to a lot of mitski ok) It just gives off the kinda vibe he gives off or that he was raised with 3. "Coffee" - Jack Stauber This song highlights the struggles of addiction 4. "Lemon Boy" - Cavetown I feel like this really represents he and Daisuke's relationship 5. "Dear Winter" - AJR I feel like he'd sing this for his daughter(s) if he has any i cant remember if thats canon (im really fuckin tired forgive me)

For the game in general:

1. "Sippy Cup" - Melanie Martinez PLEASE PLEASE JUST TRUST ME ON THIS

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levissslutt · 4 months ago

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣 | 𝕋. 𝔽𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕠

Maya is the daughter and the only child of the infamous gang leader and hitman Suguru Geto. She had started her second semester as a third year college student, but for the past year, shed been dreaming of this mystery man, tall, daunting, and dangerous. Every morning shed wake to an uneasy feeling, as if the dreams meant so much more. Walking into class, she sees him, and does shit take a wild turn.

𝔸 𝕤𝕜𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤

It had been 3 months since that night at Tojis house. The two of you had sex for the first time the other night. It was amazing, quite literally the best sex you ever had, and him as well for that matter. Even though he would never admit that to you.

You were finally back in your dorm after all the chaos, all seemed to be going great. All except one thing.

He was ignoring you.

A fucking cliche, older guy gets with a younger girl and then ghosts her after they slept together cause he's scared they'll get caught. Sitting in your dorm room you blasted music while you cleaned. Cleaning always made you feel better.

"I can't believe that old fuck is really ghosting me, I just seen his bitch ass today too." Today was his first day back teaching in your Forensics lecture he didn't even do as much as turn his body in your direction, like the fuck.

Pissed wasn't even the word. He really had the gall to pull some shit like this. You were angrily scrubbing the tiles in the bathroom when there was a knock on your door.

You angrily took off your gloves and put down the supplies to go see who it was. Reaching the door the person banged even harder. Looking through the peep hole you seen none other than that old fuck.

You yanked the handle, swinging the door open and before he could get his words out you slapped him, hard.

"What the fuck Toji. So you ask me to marry you and then ghost me for fucking weeks. I thought something happened to you. I been in here worried sick. And THEN I saw your bitch ass today like nothing happened. You dumb stupid fuck what the hell is wr-"

He cut you off by pushing you in the room, shutting and locking the door.

"Listen, Gojo is missing. I haven't been ignoring you I was looking for him. I obviously haven't been in class, you know teaching, he's been gone since I came back to your place that night with Nico ."

You were shocked. "But that can't be right I had spoken to him that morning as he left." Your voice got quite with each word.

Toji sat at your desk, you studied his face and realized how exhausted he looked. First your dad and now Gojo, something wasn't right.

"He's really fucking gone." He said as he ran his hands through his jet black hair, not even engaged in the conversation fully.

You felt bad, you yelled at him the first chance you got not even knowing one of his best friend was missing and that he had been looking for him and dealing with that all on his own. And you slapped him. The slightly red mark on his face making that very evident.

At the same time he could have said something, you could have helped him do something, cause obviously you had no idea What fucking mess.

"Toji Im sorry I slapped you, I was just confused that you were ghosting me after that night and I just......I'm sorry."

He stood up and walked to where you were in the room, caressing your face he looked down at you and spoke:

"I absolutely adore you Maya, I would never do anything, and I mean anything to hurt you. I would never lie to you, and from now on I will no longer keep things from you. I meant it when I asked you to marry me." His hands held your face in them peering down at you in a sincere way. He looked so incredibly tired.

"Just keep me in the loop, I know my dad probably told you not to, but can you imagine how this feels ? Not knowing. You just better not do that again, you hear me?" You held his gaze.

"Loud and clear."

You smiled up at him. The moment soon fading given the situation. He leaned back up against your desk as you sat on the bed.

"What are we going to do Toji?"

"I don't know but I think the safest place for me and you right now is your place. Campus is on a lockdown apparently."

"Again ?"

"Yea you didn't hear, some idiot brought a gun to the main part of the campus waving it around at students and faculty, you really need to get out of this room kid."

So there can't be one day of peace around here, my god.

"I do leave the room...to get food and then come right back."

He shook his head chuckling. After a few minutes of a comfortable silence. He seemed to realize something. He stood striding over to the door, unlocking it and peeked out, grabbing the bag he left out there.

"You idiot."

"You slapped the shit outta me I just forgot." His hands rubbing his cheek.

He placed his bag in the room closing and locking the door again, he then made his way over to where you say, plopping down next to you. You slid in his arms wrapping your hands around his neck. Kissing every inch of his face. Lingering on the red mark you'd gifted him.

"I missed you."

He responded with a muffled "me too."

"Alright now lets finish cleaning, grab that powder and sprinkle it on the floor and then vacuum it up." It was your best attempt to keep his mind off the situation, the reality being he was never going to stop worrying, it made you feel slightly better knowing you at least tried.

He nodded and started to do what you asked of him, as you went back into the bathroom to keep scrubbing the floor.

About twenty minutes later you guys had finished. You put back up the shower curtains and rugs in the bathroom. You washed everything, so you made up your bed and put up your clothes. Toji watched you closely from the love sac he sat in from the corner of the room, as you finished up everything .

"It's very calming to watch you clean." His voice rumbled lowly.

"Why is that scar face."

"Because your ass is definitely a sight for sore eyes."

As you smiled at him he eyed your body, craving you. He knew now wasn't a good time for this, but god, how beautiful you were.

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The next morning was a gloomy one. It was pouring so hard outside you couldn't even see the tree-line. Toji tossed and turned all damn night, causing you to get little sleep. It broke your heart knowing something had happened to Gojo, and even more seeing Toji like this.

"Goodmorning old man." He answered with a hug from behind. caressing your body. You stayed in his embrace like this for a while longer.

Untangling yourself from his grasp, you made your way to the bathroom, hearing many protest from the man. "Get back here girl."

You grinned at him, "Im just taking a shower."

He got the hint, also lifting himself off the bed.

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It was now the end of the day. It started off with you getting fucked in the shower and now the same man was drawing smiley faces on your stomach with his finger. Contrast for you.

"Let me take you out on a date." The question came out of nowhere, from the older man that was sprawled over you.

"Really?", you perked up.

"Yes pretty girl, we haven't done anything special yet."

"I'd love that." You smiled.

He just held you, embracing you in an affectionate hug. It hurt him to know that you had to be kept out of the main part of his life. But at the end of the day, he had no say. It was what your dad would want, and he was falling for you, hard, so there wasn't a chance in hell he was going to jeopardize your safety.

Later on that night, after a day of cuddles and long conversations about what the future held, Toji left to let you get ready for a night out.

You started to roll a blunt to have a little fun before your date.Taking a few pulls as you moved around the room. A few hours later you were dressed and ready to go. In a cute all black maxi dress that hugged your curves and criss crossed in the back leaving your back exposed and matching black kitten heels. You pulled your locs into a messy like bun with two single locs hanging in the front. He was already waiting downstairs, according to the text he'd sent, so you grabbed your purse and headed out to his car. As you walked outside you saw him leaning against the car with flowers.

"Aww, you got me flowers."

His lips turned upwards as he handed you the flowers and opened the door for you to get into the car. It hadn't been that long since you met him, but you knew. He was the one. He was all you'd been wanting. The car ride was filled with laughs and funny stories. A few curses to awful drivers here and there. The worry of falls real world issues soon fading.

Y'all shortly arrived to a....hotel?

"Why are we- ohh are we going to that roof top restaurant?"

"Dammit it was supposed to be surprise." He sounded disappointed but his eyes gleamed with amusement, one corner of his mouth was twisted up into a half grin.

"Opps, I'll act surprised."

Toji parked and the two of you made it up to the restaurants check in desk. It looked rather empty inside, actually there was no one inside.

"Do you mind being blindfolded?", Toji asked behind you.

"It depends." You said, eyes squinting.

"Its apart of your surprise."

"Well alright, if you insist Toji." Eventually just raising your hands in defeat. If he really wanted to hurt you he would've been.

The room goes dark as he blind folds you and leads you deeper into the restaurant. Reaching the designated spot he unties the blind fold. Your eyes go wide at the sight in front of you.

The words, those damn words. 'Will you marry me' was spelt out in beautiful periwinkle flowers, matching petals littered the ground at your feet.

You guys were on the top floor of the building, on a deck that over looked the city. The sunset illuminated the flowers perfectly. As you turned to look at the man who brought you here, he was taking a knee. Pulling out a tiny black box. He looked you in the eye.

"Marry me"

A smile spreads across your face as you give him the answer he wanted.

"Of course I'll marry you Toji."

The rest of the night went by beautifully. He really thought about every little detail, from the sunset lighting up the flowers to the matching decorations that surrounded the two of you. To the food, the music.

This is what it felt like to be loved. This is what it felt like to be adored.

It had only been a few months . From the first day you saw him in class, to the break in, to finding out your dad was gone, still. To the weeks he was gone searching for the men who turned his house into a goddamn shit show. To now, his best friend was missing, but right now was the highlight of the relationship that has formed between the two of you.

That grin that formed on his lips the moment you said yes, have yet to leave his lips. His eyes sparkled when he smiled, and you never wanted to see it leave.

"Do you think I should find my own apartment, or go home, because living on campus is really taking its toll on me, and I've only got one class.", you spoke in between bites of your salmon.

"Not a bad idea, there is genuinely too much going the fuck on around here." He was estactic that's for sure, however the weight of the situation was beginning to show again. You couldn't even think about it too much or you'd give yourself a migraine.

Reaching your hand over to his you locked your fingers with his, " I know you and Nico will figure this out." The sixth member , Worick was out of the country, how convenient. You had asked about him a few weeks prior before Gojo went missing. The tension in the room was unmistakable. The only answer you got was that he was out the country, and with that you vowed to never speak his name again. The tight lines in the older mens faces were very evident there was a sour taste in their mouth thanks to that name.

He rubbed circles into the back of your hand with his thumb.

" I know baby, don't you worry about a thing." His voice barely over a whisper.

It was officially dark now as the two of you finished up your conversation, the waiters came by and cleaned your spot and took the check. Your new fiancé led you out of the restaurant. He must have rented out the restaurant before it opened, because there was now a line of people waiting to get in as the two of you left.

A snarky women who was being obnoxiously loud about the line spotted Toji and eyed him up and down. You looped your arm in with his and leaned into his body. He smirked at your actions, looking down into your eyes.

"Possessive already my love."

"What are you talking about I'm just cold."

He chuckled to that ass of a lie.

"I'll take you home ok baby, I'll get your stuff packed up, you don't have to worry about any of that."

"Wait are you sure ?", you asked as you scooted around in his car seat.

"Yes, must I remind you, I got you ."

"I know I knowwww."

Toji rubbed your upper thigh in circular motions, as he drove you home, causing you to fall asleep against the window.

There was a storm brewing. And not a damn soul was ready for it.

#anime #black oc #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro #toji smut #toji x reader #toji x you #toji zenin #gojo satoru

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spencersneed · 1 month ago

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A Sign From God

T/W- show adjacent violence (mentions of murder, mentions of acts done to victims, mentions of real-life cases, physical violence) & swearing.

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"Please don't expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand." - Sylvia Plath.

As Juniper watched the scenery race past, she couldn't help but ponder how surreal her life was. Not only had she been given the position she'd been working towards for years, but she was on the way to her first crime scene. As Derek drove, Spencer combed through his paper files from the passenger seat; leaving Juniper to examine the crime scene photos on her tablet from the back seat. The parallels between this case and the one from West Memphis couldn't be denied, but the blonde felt self-conscious about her theory.

"So, Pierce, what made you want to join the BAU?" Derek wondered aloud; ripping Juniper from her focus.

Shrugging, she answered, "there was a careers day when I started college, and Agent Gideon was there. We spoke about the correlation of childhood home lives to the predisposition of being an unsub, and after that, I just knew this is what I wanted to do."

"While it is present in most cases, there haven't been any scientific studies to prove a hypothesis like that," Spencer interjected.

"Have you ever heard the phrase, correlation doesn't equal causation, Reid?" frustration intertwined with her words.

Turning in his seat so her could face her better, Spencer furrowed his eyebrows together, "if you wanted to make that argument, you'd probably have more luck with evidence of frontal lobe trauma."

Juniper narrowed her eyes and stared at her colleague for a moment, "I actually wrote my dissertation on the MacDonald triad and how those behaviours are more indicative of dysfunctional home dynamics. But also that extreme abuse and frontal lobe trauma are way more prevalent and better indicators of antisocial behaviours like homicide and sex crimes. Since these things rewire the brain and aren't just behaviours that are exhibited by a vast net of children and adolescents."

The brunet didn't have a response, he just turned back in his seat and reengaged with his files. Juniper was unsure of what she had done to encourage the tension between the pair. Emily had briefly explained that the male didn't handle change the best, but he hadn't even known the blonde for six hours, so the animosity was perplexing. The youngest team member had a couple of theories, but none that she was able to pinpoint at that point in time. She'd already had a good rapport with everyone, but Spencer was proving to be harder to crack.

The rest of the drive was silent. Pulling up at the crime scene, police and other related professionals were swarming the area. Juniper's assessment of the scene was cut short when she noticed someone about to cut the bindings on one of the boys. "Hey! Don't cut that!" she shouted after jumping out of the car as fast as she could. "I need to look at those knots."

The person stepped back, allowing her to breathe a huge sigh of relief. Grabbing a pair of gloves from a pop-up table, the young woman put them on as she approached the victims. Morgan could be heard talking to the lead investigator while she got as close as she could to examine the hogties. The wrists to ankles were consistent, as were the knots used. Looking down at the boys, a sinking feeling washed over the young woman. She'd seen cadavers before, even her mother's body at her funeral, but these were children. Two lives full of new experiences taken in the blink of an eye. Their skin, which should have been showing signs of life, was pale with splotches of blue. Faces that should have been filled with childhood wonder looked as if both boys were cold, but sleeping. In that moment, as she watched over the boys, sorrow for their families crashed into her. The blonde crouched down next to Luca and gently, with two of her fingers, brushed the hair from his closed eyes. Standing abruptly, Juniper took a deep breath and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat.

"Have any of the boys' belongings been recovered?" Juniper asked the lead investigator, who was standing with Morgan and Reid.

"Uh, yeah. They were stabbed to the bottom of the creek using sharpened sticks," he answered.

Approaching the men, she informed them, "it's not a complete replication, but there are enough similarities that I can confidently say our unsub is trying to replicate the West Memphis murders."

Juiper tore off her gloves as she made her way past the men and around to the opposite side of the SUV. Resting her hands on her hips, the blonde leant forward slightly and took a deep inhale. As she felt the tears sting her eyes, she looked towards the sky, forbidding them from falling. She'd been prepared, well aware of what the job entailed, but seeing it in person, kids, for the first time, still shocked the woman to the core. "Hey kid, you okay?" Derek asked quietly as she stood at the boot of the car.

Nodding, Juniper pressed her lips together, taking another deep breath before responding, "I'm okay. Just...confronting when you see it all. Ya know?"

With sympathy on his face, Derek placed a hand on the younger woman's shoulder, "take your time, okay? We've all been here once. Just remember, we're here to help those kids and to stop this from happening again."

Nodding once more, Juniper offered her colleague a weak smile. Derek smiled back, patting the blonde on the shoulder before returning to work. The trio was at the scene for a few hours, gathering evidence and notes for their profile, before they met the others at the station. When they arrived, an evidence board had already been started. Perfect.

"What did you find?" Agent Hotchner enquired.

"We could be dealing with a copycat," Morgan revealed.

Grabbing two of the close-up printouts of the knots, Juniper pinned them to the board, "Luca's knots were exactly the same as the four two half-hitches found on Christopher Byers. But the nail in the coffin for me was that Martin had two square knots, a four half-hitch, and a three half-hitch. The same knots found on Michael Moore."

"Their belongings had been anchored to the bottom of the creek with sharpened sticks that matched the surrounding trees. So our unsub either spent a lot of time at the crime scene before or after the murders to prepare the sticks," Spencer added as he sat in a chair at the table.

"If I were going to kill two young boys, and I knew where I was going to dump their bodies, I'd prepare that area ahead of time so I could do what I needed to do and get out of there," Juniper advised as she examined the board. "I wouldn't want to be caught with two deceased ten-year-olds."

Derek sat at the table and grabbed one of the files, "there was no blood at the scene, which means that this was strictly the disposal site."

"Which means he's organised," Hotch concluded.

The team spent the rest of the day reviewing the evidence and compiling the profile. They'd concluded the unsub was likely raised in or around West Memphis, possibly around ten when the murders took place, making him mid to late twenties. What they hadn't figured out, yet, was the motive and the stressor. And they had to figure that out quickly, or more boys would go missing.

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incorrect-fnaf-quotes · 6 months ago

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Over Thin Ice: |1|

Three years later...

Sighing, you pulled the jacket up over yourself, while a familiar, large building started to come into view. The outside of it was already quite bright--especially the sign that rested right at the top.

That wasn't really something that you had ever missed--not one bit, among other little choices here and there. I'm surprised everyone doesn't walk in there with sunglasses or something.

Pulling the car into the buildings parking lot, you scratched at your palm, face remaining neutral as everything kept getting closer and closer. Well... I don't suppose that I can hurry and turn back.

And then what would they think? You scoffed, head shaking, and reaching for the door handle. One day, I quit, and then three years later I ask to be rehired? But then I don't even show up?

The door swung open--and with how windy it happened to be in the moment, there was a part of you that almost worried about it potentially flying off the rest of the car.

Unbuckling the seatbelt, you hopped out, nearly tripping for a second in the moment, before slamming the door shut. No, I won't do that. Let's just get this over with, okay?

Making the walk to the building's main entrance, your eyes slowly drifted up to the sky--the sunlight had completely disappeared just two hours ago, and the moon was rather full.

In the process of being rehired, you had doubted that the original job would have been handed back--one that you couldn't entirely recall now, but at the very least, had been certain that it was in the morning.

They'd given you the job of being a nightguard this time, though. 10PM to 6AM... that's what they said, right? I can deal with that, I guess.

There's a ton of things to do here that can keep me awake while I work. Never really bothered to check them all out before... no harm in doing it now, right? You shrugged.

Eyes drifting back down and ahead, you refocused on the building itself, and quickly spotted a woman standing in front of the entrance, and staring right in your direction.

Is that... um... A rather large frown started to slip into place. Okay, I've got nothing. But she looks a little familiar... she must have still been working here by the time I quit.

If she's here right now, she must be another nightguard, right? How many would they want? Slowly, you tried to push the frown away. Well... it's always been massive, needing more makes sense.

Once close enough to the entrance, your name slipped out of the woman's lips, and she cleared her throat. "That's you, isn't it? You quit some time ago, yeah?"

Slowly blinking at the woman, you just nodded. Coming to a stop beside her, it seemed like the woman did have a name-tag--but her hair was rather long, and was covering it quite well, you had to say.

The only part that wasn't hidden behind blonde hair was a V--but there weren't that many names starting with that letter that you were that familiar with, frankly.

She hummed, turning away, and going through the first door. "Well, I'm not sure why you would come back here after quitting... nobody else has. But that's not my business."

As you followed the woman, your eyes went a little wide, before beginning to take little glances around.

"You'll still need to keep watch of the animatronics, they can't be out of their rooms after a certain time." They've all had... a curfew? Since when? "I haven't really caught them leaving often, at least."

The woman was still walking, seemingly unaware that you had stopped. "And I've been seeing a little boy around here recently. He keeps sneaking in. If you ever happen to-"

You cleared your throat.

Crossing her arms, the woman turned herself around, and saw you standing a bit of a distance away, eyes flickering between everything that that was currently presented around you.

"What?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Is something the matter?"

Spreading your arms opened, you just ended up gesturing to practically everything, which caused the woman to shake her head, and place a hand on her face.

"Does it look a bit different to when you were last here?" She took a guess, and you immediately nodded, arms dropping back down to your sides.

"Just come on," The woman spun back around, making a quick gesture with her own hand. "It's been a few years since you were last here, they've been doing some remodeling to practically everywhere."

Nodding again, you forced your legs to start moving forwards--fast enough to reach the woman's side. As she walked, she started to pull some of the long hair out of the way.

In the process, her nametag was fully uncovered, and you let out a satisfied hum. Okay, Vanessa... that's good to know. What was I going to do if I was about to call for her, but still didn't know?

"You won't get lost." Just be like: "Hey, you!" the entire time? I'm not sure if she'd like that. Probably not. "We'll give you a map if you want or something, and then..."

Just as the two of you turned a corner, and Vanessa pushed the door open, something burst out from behind the door, as if it had simply been waiting for this moment the entire time.

You jumped back, mouth opening--but no noises escaped, as you shoved them down rather quickly. Vanessa stayed in the same position, but for a moment, you thought she flinched.

The thing in front of the two you looked like some sort of Staff Bot, and it slowly blinked, before extending a hand, and tilting its head right at you.

"Take a map?" It spoke up. Staring at the hand that was held out, there was a crumpled-up map--it looked like someone kept tossing it away, but it kept getting retrieved.

You watched as Vanessa seemed to roll her eyes, before snatching the map, and then shoving the bot out of the way. "Alright, let's keep going."

It seemed satisfied--even if it had just been shoved--and began to wander off right as you passed it. You stared for a moment, before shaking your head, and following Vanessa again. Well...

"It would have bugged us the entire night if we didn't do anything, believe me." Vanessa took in a breath, and you just gave a thumbs up in response to that.

I don't think I ever saw that Map Staff Bot before... when did they ever add it? Is it more of a recent creation... like, in the last few weeks or so? Once more, your eyes flickered around.

If they made something new like that, did they make a new addition to the band? Maybe there's a new rabbit or something...You let out a grunt as you bumped straight into Vanessa, who had abruptly stopped.

Reaching over, you tapped at the woman's shoulder, but didn't obtain a response from her. There was something else that had seemed to catch her attention.

Although... what exactly? You weren't certain. It looked like Vanessa was just staring off towards the right--her expression suggested that she was annoyed about someone pestering her about something.

...Did I do something? Or was it that staff member from a minute ago? You tapped at her shoulder again, taking a couple of steps back at the same time.

She didn't react to that--but instead, Vanessa seemed to react to the sound of footsteps--which your head spun around to focus on after a moment, too.

Vanessa sighed, and shook her head, before staring at the figure that was approaching. It was Glamrock Freddy, who seemed to be coming out of a Recharge Station that hadn't initially been noticed.

"Officer Vanessa! Officer..." The bear quietly trailed off as he advanced, but in the moment, you could just barely hear your name spill out of the animatronics mouth.

Coming to a stop, he smiled and placed a paw on your nearest shoulder. You gave him a quick smile in return. "You have returned? It... has been some time, we-"

"Freddy." Vanessa interrupted, grabbing his arm, and tapping at it. Glamrock Freddy hummed and dropped his hand back down to the side. I didn't mind it.

"You know what?" Vanessa was already speedwalking away, raising her voice so that the both of you could still actually hear her. "Freddy, you help them the rest of the night. I need to take care of something..."

A moment later, the woman disappeared around the closest corner, and it was just you and the familiar animatronic bear. He was still giving you a rather gentle smile in the moment.

"We missed you." Glamrock Freddy finished his comment. "I am sure the others will love to see you again. Perhaps we could drop by Rockstar Row for a moment?"

A finger tapped at his chin. "I am certain that Monty may enjoy seeing you again after all this time. I know-"

Snapping your fingers to get the bears attention, your head frantically shook at the offer, and a quiet sigh followed after a moment. Glamrock Freddy only stared at first.

But after a few more moments had passed, it seemed as if something had hit him. "Oh, my mistake... I'm sorry. You would not like to visit with him right now?"

Your head shook again, and your arms crossed.

"Right." Glamrock Freddy nodded. He began to walk forwards, and you quickly followed--but the bears walk was rather slow, at least. Keeping up with him wasn't a struggle.

"If you don't want to do that, I could show you what Fazbear Entertainment has changed since you've been gone?" His head tilted. "I see you have a map, but it can still be quite difficult."

You gave the bear a thumbs up. I'm not sure when I'd ever want to meet back up with him... but I can't do it so soon after returning.

@mcfries123 @balloonboyismyson

#Over Thin Ice #Fic #Chapter 1 #Y/N #Not a quote #Save tag #Styx's Writing #Vanessa #Glamrock Freddy #Security Breach #FNaF: Security Breach #Montgomery Gator x Reader #Montgomery Gator x Y/N

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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WIBTA for calling out my long time best friend on her transphobic tiktok reposts?

💎, to find this when it gets posted

for context. i have this friend, whom i met when we were eleven but we got very close in high school. as we grew older, we started having very different perspectives, esp about politics - i am generally (still not using labels techincally, bc i don't think i am informed enough yet, but y'know. by extended lines.) an anarcho-communist, while she is more neoliberal leaning. still, we went through a lot together and were at each other's side when we both were at our very rock bottoms. and i mean that as in, for what regards me, she helped me through panic attacks and dissociative and psychotic episodes before i ever had even any medical (or adult, for that matter) support. it was horrible for me but it certainly has been tough on her as well, to handle my situation

now, we started going to uni in completely different cities, and of course we have sort of drifted apart, tho i still call her my best friend and i assume she does the same, since we never "officially" took distances (we haven't actually seen each other since, idk, last summer??). however, as i was lazily going through her reposts on tiktok, i found she reposted a heavily transphobic video; it was a trans woman talking about the good old "kids are too young to know they're trans and they should never be allowed to make a choice like that". y'know, that kind of rhetoric.

now, as i said before, we had been having different opinions on things for a long time, also things like marriage, assimilation vs liberation, but, due to our relationship, and also because i basically had no support system beside her + crazy emotional dependence and attachment, i always bit my tongue about it and let it go with the classic "we just have different opinions".

this time, though, esp given the context, it irks me a lot, and it very much makes me uncomfortable to keep sweeping this under the rug; also bc someone very close to me is a young trans person who has suffered his entire life due to the lack of access to self-determination in our social context and would've really been happier and healthier if he was given the chance to voice and receive support for his discomfort earlier.

however, bc of our history, i am also terrified that she will 1.think that i'm bringing this up specifically to start a fight 2.think of me as ungrateful (and it would also probably be?) after all the shit she took from me because of my horrible mental health.

#aita #am i the asshole

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pastellus · 1 month ago

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Hey hey! So I’ve been planning on reading the aeneid for a while but I’ve been stuck on what translation I should get, you seem to be quite knowledgeable on translations so I would love to hear what you recommend! :)

Oh, I'm so honoured! The Aeneid is right there with the Iliad as my favourite classics (and my favourite books in general, tbh), and I always get so happy when hearing that people want to give it a read!! I'm so excited for you! Let me try to provide some insight... Buckle up because this might get long, I do love a chance to ramble on... I will start off by saying that I haven't read every Aeneid English translation out there! That would be a monumental task that would likely take years, and not only that, but my mother tongue is Spanish, so I actually first read the Aeneid in that language (and then much of it in Latin, but that was when I was actively working on my Latin, which is sadly very rusty now). I have, however, researched many translations and read a fair handful of them. Now, we could talk a lot about all the technical aspects of translations (accuracy to Latin, trying to replicate dactylic hexameter in English, etc.), but I think that the thing that we first need to understand when approaching English translations of the Aeneid and of Roman texts in general, is that for centuries the grand majority of these translations reflected the societal romantisation of Rome (let me take a pause to laugh at my own pun here, since 'romance' and 'romantisation' originally were used to refer to something 'in the Roman style' — hence why Latin-derived languages are Romance Languages, and where the modern definition for romance has evolved from). I won't go into why this happened, since it's a murky topic and we'd be here all day, but it meant that a lot of the darker and less appealing parts of the Aeneid (mention of slaves, for example) got translated to "nicer" words. Even Robert Fitzgerald's translation suffers from this at times, being from the 80s as it is, while it also happens to be one of my favourites and the first English translation of the Aeneid I ever read. This is one of the translations that a lot of people swore by before the newer ones of the last couple of decades, since it's also considered by many (myself included) as one of the best, being highly praised for its fidelity. There have been many translations ever since Fitzgerald's. You'll encounter Robert Fagles' mentioned often, but personally, while I would gladly recommend his Iliad translation any given day and while I think that his Aeneid is a pretty good translation, there's others that I enjoy far more. If you'd like me to explain more about the reasons why I prefer his Iliad rather than his Aeneid, do let me know! This brings me to Sarah Ruden, a poet and philologist who first published her translation in 2008, and the first woman to translate the Aeneid! Her translation focuses on trying to maintain the poetic aspects of the Aeneid (while using blank verse, which was rather controversial when it first released) and it doesn't sugar-coat the less appealing aspects of it. The language is simple and easy to grasp, and she's pretty good at translating line-by-line. Here's an example of Ruden's translation, which I had posted a while ago. One of my favourite exerts, about my absolute favourite Roman mythological warrior, Camilla of the Volsci (I love her so much that I've thought of changing my handle to her name haha)

A revised and expanded version of Ruden's translation was published in 2021, and around the same time, Shadi Bartsch published her own translation (yes, another amazing translation from a woman classicist!)

Funnily enough, I happened to just pick up Bartsch's translation just yesterday, but I've been meaning to read it for a long time. From what I've read myself and what I have for long been told, she does a wonderful job at being accurate to both the Latin line-by-line and the poetry, and like Ruden's, this is also a highly praised modern translation! Still, as I mentioned in my previous post about this, no translation is perfect, and ultimately liking or disliking a translation is almost entirely subjective (beyond the technical aspects of a good or bad translation). Ruben or Bartsch would be my recommendations if you want a recent translation, or Fitzgerald if you prefer an older one , but there's many others I didn't get to touch on here! For example, Frederick Ahl does something very interesting with trying to create an English version of dactylic hexameter, but personally I'd say that that can be harder to get into as a first read. There's even an incomplete translation by C.S. Lewis now published! And for the record, I'm not saying that all older translations are bad, quite the contrary! As I mentioned, I'm very fond of Fitzgerald's, and while Dryden's wasn't for me, I do have some appreciation for it and can see why it's the most acclaimed and well-regarded pre 20th century translation (1697). I do think that we need to acknowledge that a translation's word-choice can sometimes become dated overtime, and also how society's views of Rome have influenced translations of the Aeneid, which to me is a truly fascinating topic! I love looking into how a translator's perspective influences their translation, since every translation is influenced in this way to some degree — it's inevitable, since we're seeing the translator's interpretation of things! If you'd like to learn a little more about the history of Aeneid translations in the study of the Classics, the academic journal Athenaeum Review has this wonderful little article by A.M. Juster (he's far more critical of Fagles and Bartsch than I'd be, but like I said, liking a translation comes with a subjective aspect to it)

There's also this lovely and very informative article from the blog Found in Antiquity, listing most existing English translations of the Aeneid, which are the most popular, and exploring some of the more technical aspects of English translations (why most of them are in verse, etc.)

Lastly, I hope that you have a great time with reading the Aeneid! I find it to be a wonderful and fascinating piece of literature, Virgil's writing is incredible, and to me (as someone who focuses on early Roman history, because I have great fondness for it) it's so very important. Maybe I'll do an in-depth post about it later, or about the timeline that connects Aeneas to the founding of Rome in Roman legend. And, I'm sorry this got so long, I hope that it was at least a little helpful and informative! I did warn that I would ramble on...

#ask pastel #I'm sorry I'm just so passionate about these things and I love talking about them #I find translation to be so very fascinating #the aeneid #aeneid #virgil #robert fitzgerald #robert fagles #sarah ruden #shadi bartsch #roman literature #tagamemnon

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lasandra · 8 months ago

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Super Massive End Game Veilguard Spoilers Under the Cut!

Seriously. If you haven't finished playing Veilguard, DO. NOT. READ. So I finished DA:tV and I have been really trying to sort out my thoughts... And well...

Sdlkajshdfklajhsdfklajhsdflkjahsdklfjhaskldfjhaskldfhj I CAN'T!!! My dudes I am SO conflicted!!! Solas is the only character I have ever come across that I both love to pieces and want the best for him but I also want to beat him until he is a puddle of bruised yolk and cracked shells. This dude KILLED VARRIC FOR REALSIES! I am not okay with that. My Hawke's GOING to hunt him down when she finds out. If the Tevinter Magisters can get into the Black City then dammit so can she. And when she does, I am not sure even Lavellan can save him. Amelia (My Hawke) has lost so many of her friends/family/loved ones she can't handle this anymore. He also killed God's gift to elves Felassan. It's been over a decade since I read The Masked Empire but I don't remember there being a great reason other than him being upset that Felassan failed. Dude has GOT to stop killing his friends lol. Especially the hot ones. Like. Come on. As if that wasn't enough, he manipulated Rook. I love my first Rook (Carwyn de Riva) so much that I am STRUGGLING to play another playthrough with any of the other Rooks I had planned. To see that he manipulated her with blood magic... Stopped her from being able to mourn Varric with the others properly.... AND tricked her into that prison??? He didn't think she'd be able to get out. Luckily she had plot armor because if she hadn't gotten out I would find a way into Thedas to rip him apart myself. *Aggressive breathing noises* I feel very normal about this, obviously. Seriously though, guys, I came THIIIIIIIS close to tricking him with the fake dagger even knowing that Lanaya (my Lavellan) wouldn't have gotten her happy ending. JUST so I could see the LOOK on his face when he realized ROOK outplayed him at his own game! At the SAME time however... The idea of sending him into the Black City alone... hurts me lol! I don't want him to suffer. Dude has suffered a lot and honestly, I'm not entirely sure his being a friend-murdering ass is *entirely his fault... The longer I sit with everything, the more certain I am that Solas didn't really have a choice. Seems very much like he was sort of bound to the will of Mythal. Maybe I've missed something, I'm not as lore-savvy as I once was. But in the end when Mythal tells Solas that she releases him from her service and only THEN (NOT when Lavellan BEGS him to stop) is he willing to do the right thing? I don't know. It just reminded me SO much of his personal quest in Inquisition where his Wisdom Spirit friend had been bound and twisted against its purpose. If it works anything like what we saw in Inquisition with whoever drank from the Well of Sorrows, who's to say when something was him vs the will of Mythal? It could be a bit of a stretch but, there's certainly room for that interpretation, I think. And if that's the case, then he doesn't deserve the hell that awaits him. It's also the only interpretation I can really accept Lanaya still wanting to be with him. Varric was her friend too. While forgiveness is something I give freely, I cannot imagine reconciling with a man who did what Solas did without him having been essentially forced into doing it. *Sighs deeply* I saw the different versions of his endgame images... Shit man. The only way this man gets a happy ending is with Lavellan. Dude looks so miserable and gloomy in all the other endings. Moire (Trevelyan) was Solas' friend. She wouldn't want to send him off to be alone in such a terrible place. That would seriously eat at her. (Rook wouldn't care. Her give a damn was busted after he betrayed her for the twenty-billionth time.) It can never be anything but a complete and utter rollercoaster with this man! I do think that the ending I got with him was as good as it possibly could have been though, given everything. Sorry for this really poorly written rant. I needed to get this out of my system and it's almost 3am lol.

#dragon age #datv #solavellan #solas #dragon age veilguard #dragon age the veilguard #datv spoilers #Spoilers for the ending of DATV #MASSIVE SPOILERS

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beautifulfuckup99 · 2 years ago

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Alpha JK * Chubby Girl 🫠

Babes, you know I got you! Gonna make this a bit of a part 2 to "I Can Handle It", which has reached 390 hearts so far. I'm so glad ya'll enjoyed it! Lol

Title: A Little Reminder...

Warning(s): SMUT! (Obviously), Body image issues, pregnancy S!X, And, yes, fluff too! Lol

Author's Note: This is for my beautiful Big/Curvy Girls. Love ya'll!

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Jungkook's POV:

My phone rang out as I waited for the light to turn green. I looked down at my phone expecting to see my wife calling, but it wasn't her number. I picked up the call and put the phone on speaker so I could talk without getting a ticket for it.

"Hello?" I asked and quickly heard a sigh of relief come from the other side.

"Finally. What the hell are you doing out there?" Namjoon's deep voice came out in an angry tone, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the conversation I know he'll be having with me soon. Even on hiatuses, he was still my Hyung...

"Joon please, I have enough people mad at me for tonight." I muttered softly, hoping for some mercy after the week I've been dragged through.

"Well, someone's gotta figure out where your damn head is at. Y/N says you're cheating on her?" He asks and I want to yell out. 'I'M NOT CHEATING!', but I hold in the frustration. Married. Married, living together, and expecting our first child, and Y/N's insecurities had found a way right back to us.

"She called me crying after you walked out tonight? Didn't I teach you to never leave just leave a fight unresolved?" He lectures and I hit my forehead on the steering wheel before looking back at the road as I drive around the city streets of Soeul. "She said you never touch her and that-" I finally cut Namjoon off from his worried rant.

"I know what she said! I hear it all the damn time. That's why I left. I'm sick and tired of her always accusing me of looking at different women when we're out together or saying that she's not attractive anymore. She's having my child, Joon! We're married for crying out loud! What more should I do to prove I'm not going anywhere?" I asked in pure exhaustion. I'd even taken this break for her, and it seems like nothing was working. This was honestly worse than when we were dating. I hear my Hyung sigh before he begins speaking again.

"You need to understand that she's very sensitive right now, Jungkook. Any and every little thing will find a way to set her off. Especially since you guys haven't been doing much-" I cut him off again.

"That's none of your business." I say fast and then pause. "I-I'm sorry, Joon..." I sigh, just angry that Y/N would even tell him all of this. He hums.

"Jungkook. Y/N said that she believes the reason you won't touch her is because you think she's getting fat." He says, and I huff in annoyance as I stop at another red light.

"Joon..." I whispered while shaking my head. "I still, and will always, look at Y/N like I did the night we met. I've told her how much I love her body!" I try and defend. Namjoon hums again.

"But her body has changed, Jungkook." He points out. "Have you given her a reminder?" He asks and I nod my head before realizing that he can't see me.

"Not a day has gone by where I didn't tell her that..." I stated before remembering the last few weeks. "I... Well, I mean... Work has been busy lately... And... Shit!" I groaned as I hit my head on the steering wheel again before quickly focusing back on the road.

"'Shit' is right." Namjoon sighs. "You know what you've gotta do now right?" He asks and I stay silent, secretly needing this advice. Even as a grown man with a kid on the way, I knew I'll always need the insight of my Hyung.

"You gotta go home and remind your wife why you wanted a ring on that finger." He stats and I chuckle softly before sighing and pulling over on some random street.

"You're right. I gotta go. Thanks, Hyung." I mumbled and heard Namjoon say a small 'goodnight' and also 'good luck' before hanging up.

I had to make this up to my wife, and fast.

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I get home just as the clock shows 2:30am, but I'm not tired at all. I close the door behind me and hear the stairs creak a bit as someone comes downstairs. Turning around, I see my beautiful wife standing at the bottom of the staircase, hands crossed over her chest as she bit the corner of her bottom lip as if waiting for the right words to come to mind... So was I.

I had everything I was gonna say ready in the back of my mind, yet now, seeing her there with her hair a mess, her cute little nose red, and her gorgeous eyes puffy, all from crying... I just felt shame for even putting her through this.

"Baby..." I begin as I started walking over to her, flowers in hand, her favorite. "I am so sorry for everything-" She cuts me off with a shake of her head.

"No... I-It's my fault." She states. "I should've known that you would never cheat on me and I'm sorry I accused you. I-It's just everyone talking about you having 'so much chemistry' with that actress in your new music video... I-I guess I just kinda... Kinda lost it." She whispers with her head going down in shame.

I open my mouth to speak again but my voice gets caught in my throat. What good are words at a point like this? I walk over to my wife and grab her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. "I want you Y/N..." I whisper as I look her in the eyes. She pauses and I grab her by the waist, pulling her against me, her curves working as amazing place holders for my arms.

"You don't have to-" I cut her off by picking her up bridal style so I could take her up the stairs to our bedroom.

"I thought I told you back when we were dating. I can handle you just fine. I think you need a little reminder." I whisper in her ear.

As soon as we get through the doorway of the bedroom, I pinned her up against the first wall I could. I didn't mean to be rough with her, but it's been so long since we've even made out... Lust clouded my mind when she moaned into the kiss because of the sting my hand had just left on her plump ass. I kissed her, my tongue shooting into her mouth so I could taste her for the first-time in... I don't know how long.

I pushed her up against the wall harder as my hands reached down to her legs so she could get the hint to jump up and wrap them around me. My hands went to the hem of my shirt she'd been wearing, basically ripping it off of her. I moved away to get a better look at her and moaned. She was wearing red lace. "You were prepared." I pant and she blushes. "I don't know what you're talking about..." She taunts quietly. I put her down to get a better view of her and her body.

Her gorgeous body...

With a spin of my index finger, I motioned for her to turn for me. She slowly and hesitantly did. She turned her back towards me and I slowly grabbed her hips and squeezed. Fuck, I love this view the most...

"I'd be insane to get tired of a body like this." I whisper in her ear, causing her to turn to look at me from over her shoulder. Her bright eyes made my heart flutter like always.

"You mean that?" She whispers softly, as if challenging my sweet words. Our relationship was always a tug of war, and I loved it. She always kept me on my toes, kept me sharp. I smile before cupping her face, the pad of my thumb stroking her cheek.

"With every fiber in my being." I whisper back before leaning in to kiss her, this time more slowly. Our lips move like butter on a hot pan, the motion is slow and consistent, her tongue licking at my lower lip makes me shiver. I pull away from her lips though as my hands pull her closer to my body.

"How did I get so lucky?" I ask as I eye her, and Y/N blushes slightly, thrusting her butt against me to bump me away a bit before turning fully towards me.

"You make it sound like I'm some goddess..." She tries to taunt but I notice how little sarcasm is in her voice, like now she truly believes that she isn't. It makes an anger spark inside me that is quickly replaced with a need to make her believe me.

"Y/N..." I whisper as I make her look at me. "You are a goddess." I state.

"No, I'm not..." She begins, but I lean in and kiss her again. She puts her hands on my shoulders to probably push me back, but I know what she likes. My lips wrap around her bottom lip to suck on softly, my arms wrapping around her waist to hold her as close as her stomach would let me.

As we make out, my hands move to grip her ass, loving the feel of it in my hands. I loved the feel of her cellulite, the stretch marks, how soft it felt when I squeezed. Like dough. I especially loved the noise it made when I...

Smack!

Y/n gasps against my mouth as I rub the ass cheek I'd just smacked. "Get on the bed. I fucking missed this body." I whisper, tonguing my lip ring as I eye her bashful state. She was always so cute...

"Jungkook-" I cut her off.

"Don't 'Jungkook' me. This is what you wanted, right? Why you've been so fussy? It's cause I haven't been giving it to you lately. I'm gonna make up for that right now." I say as I grab her chin firmly, loving how she breathes unevenly at the promise. "Now get on the fucking bed." I order, not in a mood to repeat myself. Not when all I wanted was her withering under me...

Y/N is quick to get on the bed and I drop my jacket finally before walking over while undoing my belt. I yank it off and use it on her wrists, not needing her hands wondering. "Let me take care of this body." I smirk as my hands roam her half naked body now.

I grope her breasts as she gently moans and it's music to my ears. I kiss the tops of her breasts as I squeeze them. Her back aches so I can reach behind her and take her bra off. I slip her bra off of her perfect body and take time to really look at her again. Her hair's a mess, her cheeks are flushed, and she's never looked better.

"I am so fucking lucky." I begin. "I get to wake up next to you every morning," I kiss the middle of her chest. "Come home to you every afternoon," I kiss down her stomach. "And make love to you every night. I'm in heaven..." I whispered softly before I pull her underwear all the way off and throw it over my shoulder, not caring where it lands. I spread her legs and get comfy between them.

I focus on her inner thighs, wanting to mark them up, biting and leaving hickeys on her perfect skin. "P-Please... Kookie, please!" Y/N begs in need, and it makes me smirk. Being pregnant made her more sensitive. She was practically leaking on the bed already. My breath brushes over her soaked pussy as I tease her more.

"You want it? Hm?" I taunt quietly as she shivers. I smirk and move to face her. "You know what I wanna hear." I say.

"I-I'm a pretty girl..." She whimpers softly. "Please. Please give it to me..." She whines softly. I hum and cup her pussy in one hand, rubbing my palm against her clit. It makes her moan louder and makes me smirk.

"Fuck, you're so wet, I can hear it..." I say happily as I slide two fingers into her at once cause I know she can take it. And she does. She always takes my fingers so easily. Almost as easy as she takes my cock...

"Oh my god..." She whines as her hips hump against my hand. I move to lay next to her as I focus on finger fucking her, eyes almost rolling every time her walls milked my fingers.

"Look at me. Look at me." I order between pants, and her eyes are half shut as she does, forcing herself to stay focused and not lose it to the pleasure yet. "My pretty girl. You like it?" I whisper against her lips, her hands moving against the belt tied around her wrists.

"Yes! Yes! Please, faster. Please, I love-" I cut her off by adding a third finger and rapidly thrusting them in and out, making her head roll back, and I wasn't letting up. The gushing sound coming from her pussy as I finger fucked her was egging me on too much to let up.

"Baby! Baby!" She gasps in pleasure, hips halting as I get to her sweet spot. I relentlessly hit that spot, over and over again as she says my name and my ego grows. I always thought hearing my name from ARMY was music to my ears, but having my wife chant it as I hold her shaking body with my fingers buried deep inside her? It was just a better use of my name...

"Take me baby... Please. Please, fuck me." She whimpers and I feel completely lightheaded at her pleas. I pull my fingers out, making her groan at the loss.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna give you something much bigger." I assure in her ear, making her squeal. I roll her on to her side with me behind her.

"My hands! Please!" She pants as I kiss and bite along her neck. I groan softly and kiss her ear before releasing her wrists. My hands roam her body before I finally undo my jeans that were acting as a prison for my cock. I moan at the relief of my bulge finally being free from it's trap.

Her hand is on my cock before I can even guide it between her legs myself. I smirk as I watch her eyes stay glued to the mirror by our bed. "You know exactly where to look. Good girl..." I praise as I help push into her.

She sucks in some air fast and I grab her leg to hold over my hip so I can push in deeper. "Fuck..." I groan as I feel my cock instantly become surrounded by her warm and wet walls that squeeze around my length in need. "Treat my cock so good, baby..." I pant.

"Give me..." She whines and it makes me smirk. So needy...

I start fucking her faster and her hand goes to mine that's around her waist. Her nails dig into my arm and the burn of her nails going up my forearm only makes me thrust faster. "Oh... Fuck, baby!" I groaned as I move my hips so I can find her sweet spot.

"Jungkook!" She moans out loudly and I smirk. Found it.

Y/N throws her head back, her hair everywhere and her chest moving rapidly up and down. My head moves to the cork of her neck so naturally. This was so natural. I could never experience this with anyone else. And if I had to fuck her speechless to get it through her head that she was my one and only, then so be it.

"So perfect..." I breathed out against her ear as I watch het through the mirror before slowing down. I wanted her to feel every fucking inch of my cock. I wanted to feel just how tight her walls wrap around my cock with need to keep me in.

"Look at me." I whispered and grab Y/N by her chin before she can move, making her whimper loudly. She locks eyes with me.

"Please. Please, fuck me. I have to cum..." She shivers and I smirk as I move my forehead, so it's pressed to hers. She gasps loudly as I give her hard and slow thrusts.

"You are so perfect." I breathed out and she just whispers my name shakily. I smile at her reaction, eyes rolling shut and mouth dropping open. My firm hand moves to her clit to rub it. The look on her face was one of pure need. Pure beauty...

"I love you. I love your body. I love your mind, baby. Fuck..." I pant. "I fucking love everything about you..." I ramble on as she blushes more, whining how much she loves me.

"Kookie... I... Oh god... H-Harder... I-I love you! Please, baby, harder." Y/N cries out, and I move harder. Her hand moves down to hold mine that's rubbing at her clit faster now. I kiss along her face as she trembles.

"Let go, baby." I breathe out. "Come on, beautiful... Cum for me." I continue and Y/N presses her lips against mine hard, but she barely kisses me, too lost in pleasure. I don't mind though. I swallow all of her moans as she cums hard, her whole body shaking as she throws her head back against my shoulder blade, breaking our kiss. I continue through her orgasm and after a few more thrusts, I cum just as hard inside of her.

We don't move after such an intense session. The silence in the room is loud as we try to catch our breaths. I do, however, spend time kissing all over her face, neck, and shoulder as she softly begins giggling, something she does when fully satisfied, and it's always enough to make me fall all over again.

"I love you." The voice is weak and shaky, but it belongs to the woman I love. So, it's perfect...

"I love you too, baby." I say back, my voice hoarse. I slowly move out of her, making her gasp softly at the loss. I pull her into my side to cuddle.

"I'm sorry. For being a handful." She mutters quietly and I chuckle softly.

"Don't be. I'll always be ready to remind you just how amazing you are. I can handle you, baby. Never forget it." I smirk before kissing her tenderly.

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