#annul x abuser

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I guess this trend ? I just woke up finishing this-

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“Even if I have to repeat myself a million times, I will do it…” Hawks reached for your strand of hair again, and this time the feather around your wrist, halted your aggressive motion. “You have to let me take care of you.”

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 6)

- Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut. -

The aftermath was without a word, after what felt like an hour strapped with Hawks rooted inside you, he finally pulled out and you weren’t able to look him in the eye. 

The young Hero on the other hand, was more than desperate to have eye contact with you, kept chasing your gaze when helped you dress, you kept swatting his hands away, didn’t want him to touch you, not EVER again. Yet, he seemed committed to ignore your disgust for him and his less than human actions. 

Slowly, arranged your shirt buttoning it up and even went as far as to kneel to rearrange your skirt around your hips, doing his best to be gentle and tender, nothing rough or unpleasant came from his working hands. He just wanted to make it up to you, he knew that the silence enveloping both wasn’t a comfortable one, not like what a loving couple or a first timer would share with his first sexual partner, Oh no! There was no love share between you, not even familiarity and Hawks itched to correct it, yet refused to break another of your boundaries. 

All his hopes of the rut ending and that helping him dissuade this awful feeling of possessiveness were gone. He wasn’t even a little bit ready to part ways with you, and hated to think he would be banned from be near you, he wanted to be glued to your hip, tattooed on your skin, Fuck! Don’t vanish him from your side, dammit! He couldn’t take it.

“Baby Bird,” he cooed, “There’s no number of words to make you—” 

“Don’t.” The finality on your tone, halted his speech but his body openly rebelled to obey him, and when you tried to step away from him, his hand quickly latched itself to your forearm. 

“Don’t.” He mimicked, whole different sense in the same words. Keigo wasn’t ready to part ways with you, at least no right now, “just—… I don’t have any right to ask, I KNOW this, but please…. Please, let me be near you….” he spelled, thinking every word very well, “I-… I just please…. Let me take care of you.”

The fear reflecting on your blown pupils told him, he had overstepped his welcome and when your mouth opened just a tad, his hand landed on it. 

Shushing your possible refusals, hate words, sarcastic comments, curses or fit of cries, he annulled them all, even when knew he deserves each single one like a medal of honor for his awfully torrid misbehaving, he was a monster, yet wasn’t ready to hear it out from your mouth. 

“Fine-…” he sighed, looking a little defeated “I will take you home, you will eat, hydrate, bathe, sleep and then… I will—” Only his fingers remained on top of your lips, tapping them ever so slightly. The way his eyes narrowed telling you he was pondering the next word, to what you end up saying. “—leave.”

He sighed and swallowed. “I… I promise, I’ll think about it—” 

You stilled. Shock ruling your body before numbly, repeat. “You—you w-will think....think about it?”

The numb, abused girl slowly started to fade, all your patience and understanding blurring away by the uncomfortable and constant palpitating sensation between your thighs, throbbing the wrongness of what had transpired between the two. Slowly, your feeble voice began to raise in volume, “You said once your rut was over, this will end!” you snapped and bit hard at the fingers tapping your lips, feeling very proud when his brows creased, and he muttered a quiet ‘Ouch’. 

“You are a liar—!”

“I’m your MATE.” Keigo didn’t even need to raise his voice for your aggressive stance to stop immediately, the authority with which he said it was enough, as if your body remembered who it was dealing with. “YOU need to understand that this has to follow its flow in order to end, baby bird.” Those golden eyes shone differently, somehow sharper and you saw with disgust how he licked his bitten fingers. He looked disappointed, almost angry with himself, with you, but mostly with the entire situation… pushing him to make a point clear. 

“I didn’t ask you to kiss me on the lips and then use your quirk on me without notice or permission, kid—” Keigo was having trouble coping, too many mix signals, his rational brain urged him to fix things while his reptilian brain stressed very loudly how his mate just bit him like a brat… and unfortunately, was still too drowned in hormones not to listen. He´ll make it right, he knew how to deal with brats, he considered himself a brat tamer. “—YOU chose to do that and I’m really sorry, I really am…” he managed to sound remorseful, yet so scary as well, “I know you didn’t have bad intentions… but as a Hero-to-be you must learn to deal with the decisions you make.” Genuine displeasure leaking into his voice. 

Your eyes watered. You knew he was right, even Aizawa sensei repeated it every single time he could, but at that moment Hawks words tasted like corrosive acid, your pussy was still throbbing thanks to him, your entire body felt like a truck had run over it…. your first time, your first everything had been brutally taken from you—… and here he was giving himself airs of superiority, genuinely and blatantly trying to turn this entire shitstorm on YOU, and you weren’t going to fucking stand for it. 

“You just raped an underage student, Number Two Hero of the country—” you sneered, voice cracking. “… I guess I’ll be seeing you in court-…. or do you want to go straight to jail?” from the corner of your eye, glimpsed his fists tighten, and you openly sobbed trying to force a grin onto your lips as venom dripped down, “—you know, now that we are making ourselves responsible from our actions, like the Pro Hero’s we are, Hawks.”  

“Keigo.” He reminded; stare firmly set on you.  

“Hawks.” You repeated. Holding back angry tears.

Keigo barked out a humorless laugh. “You are not a Pro Hero, kid” he growled, “-not yet.” You were frustrating him, sparking a rut response out of his more primitive side, he wouldn’t fuck you like before, no…. he was more in control, even so, this wasn’t how a mate should behave, like HIS mate should behave. “What you are is MY mate, and as such, you are going to let me take care of YOU.” He stated, taking a couple of steps towards you. “Please… please back up.” You muttered out of your control, you could feel yourself shaking as he towered over your petite form, until he motioned one finger up and one of your arms raised in the air, making you notice the red feathers still wrapped around your wrists and ankles, like shackles. Hawks leant closer until his breath caressed your face and closing your eyes, felt him place a soft kiss on your cheek to then say. “—So, lead the way, so I can do just that.”

Even printing all the strength, you had in you, you could not lower your arm, making you remember who you were dealing with. You knew you weren’t match for his strength or impressive speed. You knew that—So, you took a deep breath to tame the anger enough to let you think straight again, and clenching your jaw, swallowed back the tears. Snorting soundly to make your repudiation for him clear.

“If with this I get rid of YOU-” you spatted at him without look him in the eye, “-it’s this way, Hawks.” Added between clenched teeth, resigned and tired. Holding onto the hope that maybe if you follow his stupid demands, he’ll leave, for good! 

“Call me Keigo.” His voice sounded strained but hide it well enough, keeping a smile on his lips.

You pretended not to listen and walked half a block in awkward silence, from time to time you felt his hand bump yours, as if he wanted to hold it, to what you crossed your arms expecting to make him angry, but he just smiled at you, unfazed, almost as if he was expecting it, which made you internally fume. 

Arriving at your parent’s house, snatched the keys out of your backpack and felt a little relieve knowing there would be no one until nightfall.  

Without waiting for you to invite him in, Keigo stepped forward taking a furtive look around, grinned, glancing back through his shoulder at you.  

“S’ Pretty.” He praised, and began to snoop around, grabbing things to inspect them up closely, bending down to smell a flower arrangement your mother set in the living room. You even saw his wings flap excitedly when grabbed a frame with a family photo in… your parents, you and your little brother, all smiling, all happy. Hawks scanned the picture with clinical fascination, and then put it back in its place, to then do the same with each single picture.  

“Now what, Hawks?” You broke his reverie, happy trance interrupted by the mention of his Hero name, instead of his actual name. An eyebrow rose in your direction, but you didn’t care.

“Eat, hydrate, bathe, sleep—” One finger on his hand stretching out at each activity mentioned, “easy peasy, baby bird.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you turned sharply to head towards the kitchen and immediately, a pang of pain doubled you over. Adrenaline had evaporated, and you didn't have the slightest energy to use your quirk on yourself. This Hero had sucked every ounce of strength out of you.

Hawks was at your side in seconds, his hands cupping your shoulders way too greedily for your liking. “Your body is exhausted, don’t exert yourself…. Let me—”, your face whip at him way too fast, judgment and uncertainty in your features, but before you could decline, added. 

“You know what I’m going to say,” Keigo aimed to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear when you slapped his hand away, making him sigh, “even if I have to repeat myself a million times, I will do it…” reached for your strand again, and this time the feather around your wrist, halted your aggressive motion. He shook his head, disapprovingly, and then calmly continue.

“You have to let me take care of you.”

Clenching your jaw, you boiled with rage. God! He was probing to be difficult, and so were you, your defensive stance didn’t let you realize he was truly slave to hormones, instinct ruling his behavior, all his thoughts and demands, right at that moment he would rather be fucking you to a pulp, but he was really trying to keep himself rooted to coherency, resisting the mischief his biological body suggested. He was a predator, designed hunt, he loved to hunt small things... like YOU. It was awful to know he could break you, if he slipped back inside you just to feel those unused walls sucking him in, squeezing so tight- as a vice.... yet, now that he felt more in control, also knew that if he did, he would be a true villain.  

His thumbs started rubbing circles over your tense shoulders, and you felt exhausted to keep fighting. Realized that there were only two options left. One, fight him throughout the entire process -him more than ready to submit you and take care of you- or two, play along and finish this weird after-intercourse ritual as quickly as possible.

Sighing deeply, you choose number two. Fuck! Up Lately you’ve been choosing number two in all the sense of the word, how awful! —But if this made him leave. 

“Please, let go...” you shook your shoulders brusquely, to no avail “… agh! so I can go to the kitchen and—” you pulled away trying to gain space, but his feathers stilled you, as he spelled, soothingly. 

“It’s not necessary. I prefer that you don’t move anymore.” Hawks said and in the blink of an eye forced you into his arms, carrying you bridal style to gently deposit you in the nearest couch. “Wait here,” he grinned down at you, and without letting you react, flew towards the kitchen as if he knew the place by heart.

A ruffled of red feathers came out of his back like an explosion and began to work around him as he just stood with his hands on his waist, watching. The control he showed was amazing, so many tasks were carried out at the same time, literally like magic. You saw the preparation of an entire menu. Boiled rice with vegetables, butter chicken and mashed potatoes with wide black pepper, a large glass of fresh-squeezed lemonade, and what looked like a banana pudding with almonds. 

Holy shit! How the hell does he do it! Hawks seemingly hadn’t moved a single muscle, even so each single dish landed gracefully on the little center table in front of you. 

“Voila! My Lady.” You heard him boast right next to you as a napkin was place on your lap. Hawks stood at arm's reach, all smiles and soft eyes, holding a set of cutleries inside his palm. 

Inner sighing at his theatricals -which you used to love, you tiredly reached to take a fork from his hand, never expecting him to snatch it away. And without giving importance to the question reflecting on your face, spooned rice into the fork and directed it to your mouth.  

“Say Ah, baby bird~” requested warmly, and you scooted away.  

“I don’t need you to feed me—” 

“—you are too exhausted, Its better this way.” Swiftly replied, leaving no room for discussion, golden eyes locked on you, narrowed, waiting, no doubt, for you to contradict him, and forcing yourself to remember your goal, tightened your fist and opened your mouth. 

“That’s my good girl.” He triumphal announced and you felt like slapping him, but instead reduced to eat. Him feeding you like a baby; you hated each minute. 

“One more mouthful, baby bird,” he insisted, “it’ll help you regain strength faster.” Said, holding a spun full of banana pudin in front of your mouth. 

You felt full, even so, opened your mouth and the spun entered, a pinch of food peeking at the corner of your lip and before you could lick it away, his thumb wipe it clean to then dip in his own mouth. Making sure to keep eye contact during the whole motion. Your cheeks turned red like the feathers adorning his back, but at the same time, your eyebrows furrowed sending him a mix message. 

“I’m fed and hydrated….” you broke eye contact to say between mouthfuls. “I’ll go to sleep, you can leave—” 

“First, you bathe, then you can sleep.” Hawks instructed, making you roll your eyes, vividly. 

“Yes, mom!” You spatted between clenched teeth, dripping sarcasm. 

“Not mom-… Mate.” He corrected, ignoring your biting attitude, “or Keigo…. I’ll even take, Takami—” 

“HAWKS-” you emphasized the Hero name and took a twisted pleasure at seeing his eyebrows knit together, “I’ll go upstairs, there’s the shower—…. make yourself scarce.”

The young Hero grinned humorless, a mix of irritation and disappointment perturbing his composed facial expression. 

You stood, and instinctively he was next to you, his arms hovering around you to carry you up. 

“Please don´t,” you swatted his hands away, “I assure you that—”

“—I assure you the opposite.” He growled, the timbre of his voice giving away his displeasure. Keigo was getting tired of you swatting him away, and in an agile twist, lifted you up in his arms, you pushed at his chest but stopped the same second his hard stare fell on you. 

This time you felt conflicted, part of you knew you were being unfair to him, since in a way this had been partly your fault.  But another part, angrier and more violated, felt with the right to make his life impossible, since you refused to believe that he never had the ability to control himself. He was not an animal, he chose to continue abusing you and even if you started it, he should have stopped it. But maybe right now wasn’t the time…. so, you yielded. Obeying your survival instinct, since the way he looked at you screamed danger. There was little time left for this to end, you could allow him this before he was banned from touching you ever again. So, you put your arms down and let him take you.

Leisurely, Keigo took his time getting to the top, it almost seemed like he wanted to bother you or at least that's how you perceived it, but it was the opposite, he just wanted to lengthen the moments to be close to you, touching you and not being openly rejected by you.

Once upstairs he deposited you gracefully in the hallway.  

“Go get some clean clothes, while I’ll run the bath.”  He instructed and spying you out of the corner of his eye pointed to the last door at the end of the hall, you nodded corroborating it was the bathroom, and rushed inside your room, slamming the door in his face.

You heard him clearly sigh from the other side of the door, and then you heard him stroll away.

Served him right, you thought annoyed. Being in your room brought you a certain sense of relief and security until your eyes collided with the wall next to your closet, the poster of Hawks greeted you from there, the figure of the winged Hero making the peace sign while urging you to achieve your dreams... That bastard! tears began to flow down your eyes without you being able to contain them, God! You hated him! everything that had happened... in a fit of anger you hit the poster on the wall, punching his heroic face with your fist, unworried by the sting on your knuckles, you only kept hitting him non-stop, no matter the pain or the blood staining the paper, you just kept going, letting out your pent-up frustration against the poor poster. Not even five seconds passed before your door was kicked down by the Hero in question.

“Baby bird—” Keigo rammed inside your room, alarmed, and his heart painfully throb at the pitiful act you displayed, bloodied knuckles and tears-stained cheeks contorting your pretty face. His golden eyes focused on the target of your ire, just to find himself printed on the bloodied poster. God! He was a villain, a Monster! And you were just a poor civilian he was so desperate to own. 

Using the feathers around your limbs stopped you, he didn't dare to touch you, the Hero didn't feel worthy.

“I´ll make this right to you, -I swear, baby bird. I´ll make things right.” You heard him murmur more to himself. 

A couple of minutes passed when suddenly you heard him swallow hard and sigh, sitting back on his heels next to your hunched body as you sob and hiccup, uncontrollably. You felt the warmth that emanated from his wings as they surrounded you making a sphere without touching you. 

"Finally....” he sounded relieved, “everything is fine, I'm here." Hawks said, and for the first time, you felt like you were talking to the real Hawks, not Takami Keigo the hormonal bird, but the Hero you admired and respected. The Hero whose posters and t-shirts you had was back and looking straight at you.

“...May I come closer?” 

He asked, Oh my fucking God! He ASKED! not intending to approach without your permission and that lead you to rush towards him, hugging him. This was all you needed, a little control and respect... it was what Keigo had taken from you.

“Hawks-s..” You sobbed into his strong chest immediately feeling safer, “I'm so sorry, it was my fault... my quirk, I shouldn't have used it-...I just wanted to help you...I-...I-" 

The young Hero hushed you, rocking his body from side to side paternally, “I'm the one who's sorry, I should have been able to control myself.... it's just-...it's a nasty thing, this rut....is ruthless and floods my brain until I can't think straight—…. it doesn't excuse my actions but... I wanted you to know.” 

And taking your hand in his, asked.

“…Are you alright?” He inspected your injured knuckles up close, and you shook your head, even so, you felt safe now that he was back and soon exhaustion began to close your eyes, slowly snoozing you away inside his warm embrace. “Kid… come on… Dammit! I need you to stay focus, this is merely a glimpse... I won't be able to stay lucid for long—” Hawks shook you a little, but your eyes kept closing, too exhausted, too tired, too drained.

“Please.... please, at least remember THIS!.......” He pleaded, desperate and inclining his head, kissed the tip of your nose, then your left cheek, then your right and finally your forehead. “Remember to do THIS in that exact order...” his words sounded slurred, “Bring...ME... back—” you heard between drowsy dreams, “.......... —Remember!” 

It was the last thing you hear before you fainted in his arms, arms which became too tight at the end, too greedy and possessive, setting a red flag in your unconscious brain, perhaps you might wake up and NOT find Hawks again.

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My Best Girl

Stepdad!Anakin Skywalker x Femme Reader Oneshot

18+ MDNI

Warnings: domestic violence/abuse, non-con/dub-con, oral sex, emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting

Info: this is a graphic and accurate depiction of an instance of domestic abuse/non-con. Read at your own risk.

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“Don't lie to me," he snarled, his hands gripping your wrists tightly. "I saw you."

He leaned in closer, his ice blue eyes boring into yours, filled with pure undiluted jealousy.

"Tell me the truth." Anakin’s fingers dug into your wrists just like your knees dug into the tile of the kitchen floor.

You were sitting at the kitchen counter, having a wonderful little moment to yourself. A big tall glass of blue koolaid, your favorite snack and your comfort cartoon playing quietly on your phone for background noise while you worked diligently on repairing your younger brother Luke’s loth-cat stuffie.

The poor thing had been through the wringer this week; left all alone in the cold dark cubby overnight in his preschool classroom, ran over by Leia’s tricycle, and his undoing was being left unattended in the living room under the watchful eye of your family dog. The horrible shriek that pierced your ears was enough to burst your eardrums, you went rushing, hoping that you didn’t walk into a bloody mess.

Though the tantrum that ensued after his initial shock was more than enough to wish maybe just alittle bit that Leia had just wacked him upside the head with her toy doctor’s kit again.

You’d sworn on your life that his ‘only best friend’ would have his leg reattached and in it’s rightful place under his arm when he woke up tomorrow morning.

So there you sat, sewing his leg back on when your stepfather Anakin returned home from work. Covered in oil and grease from his day at the garage, he walked past the kitchen and gave you a wave and crooked smile. You gladly returned the gesture, your relationship with your stepdad had begun rocky, arguments and mean words exchanged on a daily basis. But now, months later, you’d finally begun to get along.

He was a good man, a good dad; it wasn’t his fault that he had a bit of an anger issue. He worked hard to keep it in check, attending therapy, taking CBD gummies, he even tried meditating.

You’d quickly come to realize that his anger was a front to hide his vulnerabilities. He was a horribly cocky and arrogant person outwardly. But inside, tucked away in a beat up box, was a messily stored collection of vulnerabilities and insecurities.

Anakin thrived on praise and affection, he was happiest when he was eight inches deep in your poor little fucked-out pussy. Bathing in the sounds of your babbled compliments, the sweet lilt of your whiny voice when you begged him for more. His favorite thing? The best compliment? The quickest way to reassure him of his worth? That was the devastatingly wet *shlck* of his cock sliding home between your thighs.

It never failed to astound him. The way your body responded to him, the way you were tucked under his thumb. When he was pounding into you night after night while your mother worked the late shift; that’s when he truly came to life.

You made him feel needed. Wanted. Valued. But most importantly? Worshipped.

There was nothing else like the rush of warm adoration he felt from every little noise your pretty mouth made. It flowed over his tired, work-worn body and soothed all his stress away. He needed it. He craved it. He had to have it.

You.

You were the only thing that mattered.

It would be an understatement to say that he regretted marrying your mother. Every second of every day he hated her more. She wasn’t you. She could never be you.

Divorce, the hours of research on annulments, laws and stipulations, the legality of things. He’d searched through it all. He had the best lawyer in the state on speed-dial. Set on retainer for the moment he saw his opportunity to snatch up his brand new trophy wife.

But it’s not exactly acceptable to divorce your wife of six months to run off with her freshly 18 year old daughter is it? No. But was he going to do it? Absolutely.

You were his good girl.

You were his good girl, til now.

Anakin crouched down in front of you, getting on your level somehow made you feel even smaller. Any other time you would’ve taken the time to admire his freshly washed hair that stuck to his forehead in little swoops, the scent of his cedar soap, his bare chest and that delicious V carved into his lower abdomen.

But instead all you could see was the hard line of his lips, his knitted eyebrows… he was trying so hard to be angry. But you could tell he was just in pain, those big beautiful blue eyes were holding back tears, and you so badly wanted to comfort him, to make him understand.

“Anakin. Please listen.” You pleaded with him, desperate to get him to hear you out.

“Oh? I’ve been listening.” He stood back up and grabbed your hair roughly, tilting your head back to force you into eye contact. “I just don’t believe what I heard.”

“Just look!” You said gesturing at your phone laying on the counter near him, the screen cracked. “Please just look at you’ll see.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Seeing what I already know is there.” He scowled.

“Am I not good enough for you?” He hissed, shaking your head by your hair. “Is that it?”

Before you could even answer him he grabbed your jaw and pried your mouth open and shoved two fingers down your throat.

“That’s alright. You don’t deserve me anyway.”

Collecting your saliva on his digits, he removed his fingers and flicked the spit on your face, making you flinch.

“Not even gonna waste my spit on you.” His voice tinged with hurt under the grit of his anger.

Your eyes welled up with tears, never had he spoken to you this way. You never imagined that he was capable of being so mean. Of course he had his issues, you’d argued plenty before you both finally allowed the hands of fate to shove you into each other’s arms. But never like this.

“I come home from work, see you sitting all pretty and patient for me.” He starts, his voice low and dark.

“Then I come back from the shower, ready to hold and love and spoil you just like I do every night. I leaned in to give you a sweet little kiss and what do I see?” You weren’t sure if he wanted an answer, so you stayed silent and waited. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do.

“I asked you a fucking question.” He grumbled. “You were so eager to talk earlier, so fucking talk.”

“You saw me decline a phone call.” You said quietly, trying hard to keep eye contact with him through the blurriness in your vision.

“A phone call from who?” He prodded.

“My friend Tyler.” You answered meekly.

“Exactly.” He released your hair by pushing you backwards, causing you to catch yourself with your elbow right on the granite tile flooring.

Pain shot up your upper arm and wracked your body with a momentary spasm of tension as your brain tried to sort out this new pain. Extended your arm gently you breathed in relief that it wasn’t actually damaged, but you would definitely have a gnarly bruise.

Anakin had turned around, his back to you. One hand on the kitchen counter and the other ruffling his wet hair, shaking off water droplets as he did so.

“Why?” He asked, his tone quieter but no less menacing. “Why would you hang up like that if there wasn’t anything to hide?”

“B-because Ani, I was talking to you!” You tried to explain as you stood up and hesitantly stepped closer to him.

“Don’t.” He barked over his shoulder. “Don’t you fucking touch me.”

“I was- okay.” You said, backing away.

“Anakin I was just trying to focus on you that’s all. You’d just gotten home, I didn’t want to be bothered while I was spending time with you.” Your whisper sounded cracked, broken.

“Why is a boy calling you at 8:00 on a Friday huh?” He spun around quickly and grabbed your arm.

“They’re not a-“ You tried to speak, to explain yourself but he didn’t give you a second breath.

He stole the air from your lungs and the words from your mouth with a resounding *smack* to your cheek. The impact was so forceful that your head felt like it was on swivel and you stumbled back. Too shocked to even cry, too hurt to look at him.

“Were you planning to cheat? Is that what this is?” He scoffed.

“N-no!” You squeaked. “No I wouldn’t! Never!”

He laughed, not in amusement or cynicism, but in a strangled bout of hysteria.

“And I’m supposed to believe that?” His teeth clenched and bared.

“You think someone else would treat you as well as I do? That they’d be able to put up with your attitude?” He laughed again, pointing his finger in your face.

“You’re a fucking brat you know that? There’s not another man in this galaxy who could love you like I do. You’re a spoiled bitch. But you’re my spoiled bitch.”

You flinched at his choice of words. He’d called you a brat plenty of times, sometimes even as a term of endearment. Bitch though? The thought of him calling you that was previously inconceivable.

“You want me to show you how someone else would treat you? How this stupid fucker Tyler would handle you?” He growled, putting a hand on the back of your neck and forcing you to your knees.

“Anakin wait! Just let-“ He shoved your face into the soft flannel of his pajama pants, fisting your hair to hold you in place while he ground his cock across your tear stained cheeks.

“No sweetheart I’m not Anakin right now remember? I’m anyone but me.” He corrected you.

“Take your fucking shirt off. I want to see those pretty tits.” He smirked as he watched you quickly comply. “There. Not so difficult Hmm?”

You shook your head no in agreement with him, hoping to appease him. You had no idea where this was going, but you knew for damn sure that you weren’t gonna like it.

“That’s right.” He said as he gripped your jaw once more, chuckling when you instinctively dropped your mouth open. “That was the last easy thing you’ll be doing tonight.”

“Pull out my cock.” He demanded, the look on his face giving no indication that this was negotiable.

You hesitated, then steeled yourself to comply with his order. His pretty cock, the beautiful thing that made you feel like you were floating amongst the clouds… was standing tall and proud. This was the only time you’d ever been unhappy to see it and you hoped it was the last time too.

“Oh don’t look at me like that.” He grumbled. “This is what you wanted isn’t it? To be a whore? To cheat on me?”

“No! Anakin Tyler isn’t-“ He scoffed and took advantage of your open mouth and forced your head down around his length.

“Fuck.” He mumbled his stomach muscles tightened momentarily before relaxing again.

“Finally some fucking peace and quiet. I’m sick of your whining. I don’t ever want to hear that fuckboy’s name again do you understand me?” He growled, his eyes filled with jealousy painted red with rage.

Anakin started to thrust quick and shallow into your mouth panting while he glared down at you like you were his mortal enemy.

“You like this?” He asked, watching you shake your head no vigorously. “No? Didn’t think you would.”

“Can’t fucking believe this shit.” He moaned, tipping his head back toward the ceiling before letting his chin fall to his chest.

He growled, seeing you drool down the column of your throat. A fire lit behind his eyes and burst into an inferno after only seconds of this brutal punishment.

“Move your tongue.” He commanded, jerking your head to the side when you didn’t do it immediately. “Fuck, that’s better.”

Your tongue lay flat against the under side of his shaft as his cockhead started to bully its way down your throat, in and out in deep ruthless strokes. Tears pricked your eyes and began to fall, this time from discomfort instead of the horrible emotional pain he’d dealt to you.

“What?” He laughed again, looking down at you with a menacing grin that didn’t meet his glassy eyes. “Don’t wanna be a whore anymore do you?”

You shook your head no to the best of your ability and Anakin nodded in agreement, his breath caught in his throat just like his cock was stuck in yours.

“This is how men treat whores.” He said matter of factly. “Like a stupid little fuck toy. Do you want to be a stupid fuck toy?”

“No of course you don’t.” He tsk’d. “You want to be my good girl, my sweet princess.”

You nodded vigorously, choking on his length accidentally from the quick movement.

Your gag reflex kicked in violently, caused by your choking fit as you tried to cough, your body begging for some control to be returned to you. You struggled to breathe as he continued his brutal assault on your throat. But despite the pain, there was an odd thrill running through you, a sick satisfaction knowing you were pleasing him in this way. You should hate him for what he’s doing right now, but it would be a lie if you said you didn’t find it alittle bit hot.

He was unraveling quickly, his hips snapping fast and deep. You heard the familiar change in breathing that happen just moments before he would cum, the cute little high-pitched whimpers that left his beautiful plump lips.

You tapped his thigh, looking up at him with furrowed brows and pleading eyes. Begging him to relent for just moment so you could breathe.

“No, I’m close. You can wait." he growled back, his pace unrelenting, but his voice becoming shaky.

“I don’t understand.” He panted, looking down at you with a pained expression. “Why would you want to be treated this way when I give you all the love in the world? When I love you so much?

“Seeing you hurt like this baby… it hurts me.” He sniffled, on the verge of tears.

“Just think, imagine it sweetheart; what if you went out there tonight and that horrible guy did this to you?” His eyebrows turned up in a deep swoop.

“You know I’m only doing this to help you right baby?” He let out a choked sob as his cock twitched in your mouth.

“I don’t want you to get hurt! I love you!” He cried out, his own tears freely flowing, salty drips hitting your face as he stared down at you with the face of a broken man.

“Promise me you won’t ever make me do this again.” He whispered, lovingly wiping the tears from your eyes. “I can’t stand it.”

“Promise? You won’t ever do it again? Please baby.” He cried, his chest heaving with a sob as his face scrunched up.

“Can’t do that to me, you can’t! I’d die.” He was practically hysterical, seeing him like this was tearing you apart in ways his rough treatment couldn’t. The pain and torture in his voice was a worse punishment.

“I wouldn’t wanna live without you. I wouldn’t.” He sobbed, his thumbs softly caress your cheekbones made you forget all about the way he was brutalizing you. It made you forget the hurtful things he’d said. You weren’t even sure your throat would be sore after this; how could it be worse than having your heart bruised the way Anakin’s must be?

“My sweet girl.” He sniffled. “My poor baby, I’m sorry. So sorry I had to do this. You understood don’t you doll?

You nodded, crying for an entirely different reason now. If you could, you’d be wailing. Pleading with him as you comforted him with kisses and gentle touches, holding him as he cried over your actions. How could you have done this? How could you be so cruel!?

“Good girl baby.” He hiccuped. “Good girl. I love you. Love you so much babydoll, g-gonna hold you n’ make love to you like you deserve.”

His hips stuttered against your mouth, his stomach tense and his hand tightened around your hair.

“My best girl.” He whined. “Do you want my cum? Those horrible bad men wouldn’t give it to you. They wouldn’t know how much you love it.”

You nodded, eyes rolling back in your head. He’s right. They wouldn’t know, how could they know? No one knew you like Anakin did.

“Mmm… yeah? G-goddamn.” He whimpered, pushing your face deep into his groin, your nose pressed firmly into the curly hairs at the base of his cock.

He sobbed, a full loud heart-wrenching sob as he came violently down your throat. You gratefully drank it down, thankful he’d let you have it after all you’d put him through.

Gently he pulled himself from your mouth, wiping his eyes dry as he sniffled. Tucking himself back into his pants before scooping you up into his arms and rocking you against his chest. Then he walked over to the recliner in the living room and sat down with you.

He let you cry it out while showering you with love and affection and beautiful sweet words in his warm honeyed voice. Finally once you’d calmed down he tilted your chin up to face him. Giving you a slow sensual kiss. The kind of kiss that was almost sticky, your lips wanting to stay connected for as long as possible.

“Are you okay sweetheart? Do you need anything?” He whispered against your lips in a pleading tone.

“No.” You shook your head, still taking shaky short gasping breaths. “M’so sorry Ani.”

“Oh baby. No, it’s okay.” He cooed. “You didn’t know. That’s why I had to teach you huh?”

“Uh huh.” You sniffled.

“You understand now don’t you doll? No body could ever love you like I do.” He squeezed you tightly as you agreed.

“That was horrible wasn’t it?” He sighed. “Those other boys… oh princess it would be so much worse you know that?”

“I couldn’t be as mean to you as they could, not even half as bad.” He said softly as if the information were scary to even say outloud.

“R-really?” You squeaked, not even half as bad? You shivered at the thought that if could ever be worse than he’d shown you.

“Yes baby.” He nodded, a sad and solemn expression on his tear streaked face.

“Th-thank you Ani.” You sniffled. Feeling grateful that he wasn’t even capable of what must be such horrendous brutality.

“Oh sweetheart. Don’t thank me,” he whispered, petting your head. “Just hold me and I’ll hold you okay? We both need alittle extra snuggles tonight after that don’t we?”

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[allthebrazilianpolitics]

So, in Brazilian political discourse news, bolsonarista politicians, who so often style themselves as anti-corruption crusaders, are now campaigning against the Clean Slate Law, which makes a candidate who has been impeached, has resigned to avoid impeachment, or been convicted by a decision of a collective body (with more than one judge) ineligible to hold public office for eight years.

For context, Bolsonaro is barred from running for election until 2030 due to a conviction by the TSE (Superior Electoral Court) for abuse of political and economic power, after having used government facilities and money, when he was president, to spread false information about the Brazilian electoral system. Furthermore, there are going to be presidential elections next year, in which he won't be able to participate.

So his allies are now calling this anti-corruption law "a left-wing imbecility" (as said by deputy Mário Frias) that serves only to "persecute right-wingers" (as said by Bolsonaro himself). They're also, unsurprisingly, spreading disinformation about it, such as it having not been applied to Lula (it was in 2018; in 2022 his judicial processes were annulled, which was why he could run for presidency again) or to left-leaning politicians (it has been. multiple times, actually).

This marks a shift in these conservatives' stances on the topic, which used to be quite stringently in its favour. Bolsonaro himself wanted extend the law to apply to public servants back in 2019.

And, alas, it's not only discourse. Two bills currently under consideration seek to change the issue of ineligibility:

PLP 141/2023, by federal deputy Bibo Nunes (Liberal Party, same as Bolsonaro), which reduces the period of ineligibility provided for in the Ineligibility Law from the current three to eight years to a maximum of two years. This section of the Ineligibility Law had been changed precisely by the Clean Record Law in 2010, establishing the current punishments, which are more severe than those of the time;

And PLP 14/2025, by federal deputy Hélio Lopes (also Liberal Party), which determines that only politicians with a criminal conviction in the final instance will be ineligible.

Oh well.

(x)

[ryo-kaikura]

Yandere male crown prince x top male knight reader

Tw: yandere, abuse of power, reincarnation

Crown prince name: akaru

Don't expect much since both of the are sorta trash

"The fiance I want is my knight"

Later that night

You drag the prince back to his bedroom and help him change his outfit since all the maids and Butlers are cleaning up in the ballroom

"What the f*ck are you doing, u know I already have a fiancee and I don't f*cking love you"

"You will in due time but as your prince you can't say no to me if you don't want your fiAnCeE to rot on the city square"

You were speechless, he never used his authority on you even when you were first appointed to him "fine, give me a year to finalize all of this" "Ok, but you will stay in the palace and sleep with me every day" "Every month" "Every two days" "Every 3 weeks" "Ugh fine, every week" With a heavy heart you accepted it because you know he won't go any higher "Very well I shall pack my stuff and move in to the servant quarters"

He looked shocked you even suggested that "No! you will stay in my room and sleep beside me every day and once a week f*ck me till dawn" How does he know all this even you don't even know "Very well, I shall move in with you" "My prince" Huh? "That's what you will call me starting today" "Why" "Because I said so silly now go and pack you stuff I want you back here in three hours"

With a nod I left, truthfully I was reincarnated the day before being appointed as the prince personal guard, this world is in a novel called "my shining lover" Which is why the crown prince name can mean bright, tho this and that is never bright, my character was the cold but loyal knight, the one who kidnapped the FL, the one who murdered under his orders but in the end as a scapegoat to look heavenly in the FL's eyes the crown prince killed him.

That's why I try to be nice and not cold to other people and even the prince, but I think that's why he became obsessed with me. But I will wait for the FL to come so he's gonna be obsessed with her not me and she will show up in 6 months

A few days later

"My love, I think tonight is the night we f*ck" He remember this but not where is books and paper are "Very well my prince"

That night

"My love~, I'm ready for you 8 inch, uncut, slightly to left, 6 inch girth dick" HOW THE F*CK DOES HE KNOW THIS. "My love~, come one don't be so surprised your soul mate knows this"

Ok...

A few minutes later (I don't know how to start this so bear with me)

"OoOh hi youroO dick issumuch" "More more more Aahhh" F*cking hell His keeps me to fully get out and it's like a vice, I can't get enough it sooo f*cking good I can fuck this till tomorrow

Tomorrow

F*cking hell he's still tight after filling him up till he looks pregnant but good does he look eternal. With the nth time I come and him barely awake I bring him to the bathroom and clean all the cum from inside him and he still tries to keep them all in just like I ask him to last night but o well

A few month later

Crown prince POV

Where is my love, it's been a week and I want to fuck tonight.

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WHO IS THE B*TCH HE'S CARRYING HE WON'T EVEN CARRY ME LIKE THAT

Normal POV

You brought back the FL that was injured at the woods where you hunt for food as the prince wanted boar tonight.

After putting the FL in the Royal doctor's office

You bring the prince back to the bedroom

"Who the f*ck is that" "It's a she not that and her name is Saku" "Do i give a fuck who her name is I want to know why you hold her soo gently" "My prince I think you should stop that" You grab roughly at the Blackish purple magic in the air "Oouhh" He is on his knees now cumming and pissing at the same time "ho-how do you now" he said while trying to look seductive and it's working "my mother is a witch, the red witch, and I know you 'mother' was the Royal sorcerer"

"I also know you won't like Saku at all so I decided that we will get married in a month and I already gave my annulment letter(you put in a Temporary annulment at first) to my fiancee. Now get on the bed and accept your punishment for thinking you could get away with using magic to harm people"

With that the crown prince tried to remove his clothing as fast as possible and ripping almost all his clothing but he didn't care all he cared about is the marriage and the punishment. You thought of something bad enough he'll be satisfied for the whole month

"you are taking too long slut" "I-I'm sorry I won't ask for a safe word" "Use the old safe word, got it?" "hmm~, yesh" (I know this is a bit cringe but I did this a few weeks days ago so not really the same)

In the end I decide so spank him with a broom full of splinters he forced a maid to use such a beautiful red color. The rest was just edging till he came so hard he passed out but oh well

200 years later

You can't believe in the end you had 50 children but that doesn't matter when you have a beautiful wife and a strong kingdom but your time has come

You wonder what will happen when you treated him differently

With that you draw your last breath and closed your eyes

You awoke in the past the same as before but how will you treat him?

[stevesxyellowxsweater]

Waking up in Vegas {Chapter 2; Eddie}

PAIRING: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader WC: over 2000 CW: Minors do not interact!! No use of y/n, use of she/her pronouns, slow burn, hints of abuse, swearing, i think that is it. SUMMARY: Enzo's 8O'clock, you're off to meet Eddie. Some very unexpected things are about to happen AUTHOR NOTES: Here it is everyone, the first part of Waking up in Vegas, feed back is very appreciated. Also reblogging is very much encouraged. Thank you once again to @entermxnson for literally being the character I base the reader off, (well as a mix of her and her fantastic Original Character that I love very much) Also for reading this as I write it, and giving me feedback. You're truly wonderful and I love you so much. Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing dividers, i seriously love them.

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Your clothes are thrown all over your bed. You didn't pack for Vegas, thinking you'd be going on a date with a rockstar. Was It a date? Could this be classed as a date? You'd looked up Enzos after Wayne had told you. It was a rather fancy place, and you didn't have much in the way of fancy clothes in your bag. 

Finally, you decided on a pair of fishnets under a pair of shorts and one of the few non-band tops you had in your bag it would have to do. The outfit you'd chosen was typically only to be worn with friends. Adam constantly told you that you dressed too young for your age and it was time to get new clothes. Ones appropriate for your age.

It was that sort of thing that made you question your with him. His friends wore band T-shirts, and he had even brought you one back when he saw Queen a few months ago. You remembered how he'd tried to make you jealous, but you'd smiled and told him while you respected Adam Lambert and knew that Freddie would've wanted his songs sung well into the future. But you couldn’t see Queen. Not without Freddie, it wasn't the real Queen experience.

He still tried to make you jealous, however.

You'd spent your afternoon finding a lawyer who would do an annulment. He'd given you the papers you needed and explained you both had to fill them out and sign before he could get you in front of a judge. It looked like a long process, but you just hoped it would be done before the six weeks were up.

It was finally time to leave. You could feel your heart pounding hard as you left the hotel. You decided to walk to Enzos, not because you were drinking but because it was around the corner. You could see your hands shaking with nerves as the restaurant came into view. 

You were finally catching up with Eddie. That was the scariest part of all of this. The anticipation filled you full of fear. You didn't even remember the last conversation you had with him, and you didn't even remember marrying him. So, this was a terrifying moment. 

You stared at the stage. Corroded Coffin were on fire. You'd been forced into a veil and sash for the evening, which caught Eddie’s attention. 

“I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart, I can see through the scars inside you!”

You stared in awe as he sang, his eyes locked on yours. He gave you a wink before he played his solo. You couldn't stop staring at his hands. The way he moved so skillfully through cords. The way his fingers glided up and down the fretboard. You’d started to bite your lip close to breaking the skin as you watched him finish your favourite song.

Arriving at Enoz’s, you swallowed hard and opened the door. Stepping into the beautiful, warm and friendly candle-lit restaurant, you looked around and smiled gently as a waitress approached you. 

“Reservation for Baggins.”

The waitress smiled and nodded. 

“Right this way.” 

Following her across the room, you saw him. It was like your heart stopped beating at that moment. The leather jacket settled nicely on the back of the chair, a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up showed off his tattoos, and you could see his combat boots and black jeans below the table, helping you feel less underdressed. 

Then there was his hair. He had it down. He’d hardly ever worn it up; never in photos of the band or magazines did he have it up. You could see he was playing with it like he was nervous. What did he have to be nervous about? He was a Rockstar. Your heart fluttered as you stepped closer to him, a feeling of nervousness bubbling up inside.

“Mr. Baggins, your guest has arrived.”

Eddie turned around; it was like something in a romantic comedy. His face turned into a bright smile as he stood up. As he did, he bumped the table, causing water to spill over the tablecloth.

“Fuck.”

You couldn't help yourself. A smile broke out on your face as you looked at the flushed face of the rockstar you were meeting.

“Let's get you two a dry table, yeah?” 

You smiled at the waitress and followed her to a different table. You smiled as Eddie pulled out your chair and pushed you in. The waitress placed the menus down and then left the two of you alone. 

“Hi.”

You looked up and smiled as you saw how awkward he looked.

“Hi.” 

There was an awkward air between the two of you as you sat together, your eyes on each other. Eddie’s eyes were hypnotic up close; you could get lost in those chocolate swirls. Picking up your glass of water, you looked down only to find they still needed to be filled. You couldn't help the look of embarrassment.

“Thank you for wearing jeans, by the way. I was worried I'd be really underdressed.”

Eddie laughed as he fiddled with the napkin on the table.

“Business up top, party down below.”

“Like a mullet.”

Eddie got excited at this, nodding and pointing. 

“Exactly! My friends didn't get it.”

You laughed, a sense of pride filling you at that moment.

“A clothing mullet, that's a first.”

You mused as you tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled. Eddie looked at you and grinned.

“I figured I better look smart for my wife.” 

The second that word left his lips, your heart thumped hard in your chest. It sounded so wonderful coming from his lips. Part of you felt like you couldn't breathe, and you wanted to keep that title of Eddie’s wife.

“I shouldn't have left you with Tammy, and I'm sorry I did.”

“It's okay, though I wanted to hit her round the head. Rude bitch.”

Eddie laughed as he leaned back in his chair while the waitress filled your glasses. You were surprised at how easy he was to talk to; he seemed happy being around you. It made you happy. 

“I lost a bet. That's the only reason I employed her.”

You stared at Eddie, your eyes wide at his admittance.

“I'm sorry, you only employed her because of a bet?” 

You watched him playing with his hair, using it to hide his face as he looked at you.

“Yeah. My friend Steve bet me I couldn't get her to come to my Halloween party dressed as a muppet.”

“Why?” 

“Steve and Robin say she sings like a muppet. If I could pull that off, it would've been an amazing moment of entertainment for both of them. But she came in this dress thinking there would be some big musicians and managers there.”

You stared, slightly dumbfounded at his admittance. 

“I have to employ her for a year. She's not even good at her job.” 

“So I noticed.” You commented with a smirk. “What would you have gotten if you won?” 

“I wanted him to be in the He Is video, he won though sadly.”

You couldn't help but smile at least neither of them had some sort of sexist bet over a girl. One was to give her a decent-paid job, while the other was to get a friend in an awesome video. You couldn't help but admire that.

“So, about Veg-”

“Are you two ready to order?”

You looked at the waitress, trying hard not to be annoyed that she'd just interrupted you. 

“I'll have the carbonara.”

You smiled when Eddie ordered. He seemed to know what he liked. Scanning the menu, you found the vegetable lasagna and decided to settle on that. 

“So about Vegas.” 

You started once again; after being left alone.

“I found a marriage certificate in my bag, we apparently…”

“Yeah, we got married.” 

He was so casual about it as he leaned back in his chair. 

“I don't remember it.”

“Well, that is what every groom wants to hear.”

Eddie joked with a smirk.

“You're serious? You don't remember it?” 

His tone became slightly serious as you shook your head.

“I went to a lawyer, and he said we can get it annulled. We just have to get some papers filled out.”

“What if I don't want to?”

You frowned as you looked at Eddie. You hadn't thought of that. What if he didn't want to divorce you?

“I'm kidding.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Good, because I'm getting married in six weeks.”

“I know.”

“What?” 

You stared at Eddie. You were stunned. He knew you were getting married, but he married you anyway?

“You told me about Adam, and then we drank some more.” 

You felt angry, he knew. Yet he had the guts to fucking marry you.

“You… you asshole!” 

“Oh Princess, look I am so-.” Before he could say anything else, you threw your glass of water over him and stood up. Shaking your head at him, you walked out of the restaurant. You couldn’t help but feel frustrated, angry, confused. What type of guy did something like that? “Princess, come on.” 

Eddie had thrown money onto the table and rushed out after you, and he was dripping wet. His shirt was starting to cling to his torso. But you didn’t care right now. You were mad, you were going to walk away, regardless of how fucking hot he looked. 

“Princess, please.” 

“Stop calling me that!” 

You snapped and turned around to look at him. Your eyes couldn’t help but glance down at the fabric sticking to his stomach. No matter how mad you were, it made your stomach twist and turn slightly. All you could think about was Colin Firth in Pride and Prejudice.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” 

“No, it’s not okay. I am getting married, and you married me and then ran away. I had to follow you to this tiny ass town to make sure I could still get married.” 

“Even if you’re making a mistake?” 

You stared at Eddie, your lips parted as you looked at him. A shiver ran down your spine as he spoke words that you’d never dared think about. 

“You know nothing about me. You know nothing about me and Adam.”

“No? I know that he doesn’t like you working. He constantly criticises your clothes: and your friends, he makes you feel small. Makes you feel worthless.” 

You looked at him, blinking as you tried to prevent the tears. Adam did every single one of those things and so much more. He never touched you, but it didn’t stop him from speaking to you like you were shit. Causing you to feel like you’d been punched in the gut. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

He wanted to argue, but he didn’t. Instead, he bit down on his lip and looked at you. A puppy-like look appeared on his face as he slowly stepped toward you and reached out and touched your arm. 

“Look, I’m sorry. I never meant to upset you.” 

He slowly moved his hand to touch your cheek; his eyes bore into yours.

“I’ll sign the papers. I have one condition, however.” 

You kept your eyes on his, your heart fluttering as he stood this close to you. You couldn’t pull your eyes from his. 

“What?” 

“Stay the week. Attend all this awful wedding stuff that being a single person can be hard to endure, and once the wedding is over, I'll sign the papers, meet the judge and you can be on your merry way.” 

Silence took over the pair of you. Nothing but the distant chatter of people and cars driving past. 

“You want me to come to some stranger's wedding as your wife?”

“No, as my friend.” He replies softly and gently.

“But then why won't you sign?”

Eddie looked at you. He didn't want to admit that he hoped he could change your mind and get you to call off your wedding. He didn't care if you wanted to stay with him. He just felt as if his mother had sent you to him to protect where he failed to protect her.

“Call it insurance? We don't know each other that well… or at all really and this way we both keep our promises.” 

You swallowed hard, one week. Just one. You could do that.

“Fine, I'll have to go shopping though I don't have anything for a wedding.”

“I'll pay, there are several different functions.”

“I don't need you to pay.”

“I didn't say you did, but it's a gesture.” 

“I can pay for myself.”

“Then let me at least put you up, you can stay at my place and I'll stay at Wayne’s.”

“Eddie…”

“No, no arguing. Treat it like an air BnB or something. You get my place. Then you don't have to stay in the inn.”

You sighed, gently but then nodded softly.

“Okay.” 

“Great!”

Eddie smiled as you came to a stop walking outside the inn. 

“I'll be here to pick you up in the morning.”

“Okay.” 

He took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you.

“For your number.”

You smiled gently and put it in (you had to use your phone cause you never remember it) then rang yourself to get his number.

“I'll call you in the morning and we can figure out a time.”

“Okay, sounds good to me.”

You stared at each other for a moment, your heart thumping as you handed back his phone and your fingers touched his.

“I'll see you tomorrow, Goodnight.”

“Eddie, wait.” 

You stepped closer to him, looking up at him.

“Yeah?” 

“What happened in Vegas?”

Eddie smirked, looking down into your eyes with a cocky little smirk. Leaning in, he whispered in your ear his voice causing goosebumps up your body. You watched him walk away, the chill in the air wrapping around you as his words echoed in your mind.

“I'll tell you tomorrow Princess.”

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[loppytaffy]

Deadpool (2014) #27

(Part 2, and boy howdy how I cropped this down into just 2 posts is crazy)

Satana, daughter of Satan, was once married to Wade (they got an annulment less than 12hrs later and didn't consummate).

Spider-man wasn't invited?? I guess conflict of interest but man, did he have to get roasted like that?

Brother, Terry walked away when you were being abusive. She's not going to feel like the one who screamed at her, slapped her, threatened her and (from her perspective) beat 7 bells out of her is "the one that got away".

Nice to mention her again after, like, 10yrs. (And that's right, movie only fans- Vanessa was a blue shapeshifter called Copycat. She died in a tragic Sabertooth attack).

Avatar wasn't released when Wade was in Weapon X, but damn (spoiler) Mystique is using all the racism she's experienced in her method acting here, huh?

Wade divorced her, Logan put a baby in her (Raze). Sharing is caring.

Squirrel Girl and Domino are always bridesmaids (not sure if the artists are aware they're supposed to be the bride's relations, not the groom's), Logan and Cap are always groomsmen. It's sweet. Even if these stories didn't happen because at the start of the book Logan is surprised Wade has been married before, and he was surprised that any woman had been in his bed when learning about Ellie existing.

Aw fuck yeah I've read THIS fanfic

FUCK so have they. I like that they straight up say "we can't have these two be in love on the page because of corporate". Call 'em out, babes!

[marvelslut16]

The Accidental Husband Masterlist

Synopsis: (Y/N) is all set to marry her high school sweetheart Steve Harrington when a ‘glitch’ in the County Clerk’s computer system says she’s already married to none other than Steve’s high school tormenter, Billy Hargrove. (Y/N) has to jump through hoops to get her annulment papers filed in time for her wedding to the ‘perfect’ man. But will she fall in love with Billy while spending time with him in order to get him to sign the aforementioned papers? Or will she have the ’perfect’ life she’s been planning with Steve since they were in high school?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader (main) Steve Harrington x reader (temporary)

Warnings: swearing, smut (maybe), violence, parental/domestic abuse

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Love is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC:2306 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.

Chapter 16

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Mae jumped and squealed when Taehyung’s raspy voice broke through the quiet dark hotel room. 

She placed her hand over her beating heart and put her head on the table, “Jesus, Tae. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung snickered and picked up his phone. “Mae, it’s five in the morning. Come back to bed.”

“I’m not tired,” she said, putting her phone back into place so that she could use its light. “You should go back to sleep though. You’re the one who sang and danced on stage for hours. And you need your rest for tonight.”

“You are tired. Even from across the room I can see that.” Taehyung sighed, turning on the lamp beside her.

“Why did you turn on the light?” she poked out her bottom lip and pouted while he sat in the chair next to her.

“The dim light from your screen isn’t enough for whatever it is that you are doing.” Taehyung scrunched his eyebrows when he saw the piles of candy, photocards and other trinkets. “What are you doing?”

Mae went back to her sorting, ignoring the amusement in his voice. “I’m going through all the freebies that ARMY gave me at the concert.”

“Why…why do most of these have Jin on them?” he asked, sifting through the cards.

“Because he’s my bias.”

“I’m the one who you married, shouldn’t I be your bias?”

“Drunkenly married and nope.”

Taehyung put a piece of candy in his mouth and continued to look over the stuff on the table as Mae sorted. One of his eyebrows shot up in curiosity when she quickly put a card on the bottom of the pile.

“What was that?”

Mae slapped his hand away when he tried to move the other cards to see it. “Nothing. Shouldn’t you be going back to bed?”

“I will in a little bit. Now what are you hiding?” This time he was quicker and grabbed her wrist, stopping her hand. “Is this a shirtless edit of me?” he asked, examining the card. “What does it say on the back?” Taehyung squinted, trying to read the english, on the back.

Mae pulled her arm away from him and went back to her task. “This wrecker can wreck me anytime.”

Taehyung choked on his saliva, “Does that mean what I think it means?”

“If you think it’s implying that they want to be fucked senseless by their wrecker, then yes.”

“Am I your wrecker?”

“No, Yoongi’s my wrecker. But my three best friends thought it would be funny to give me the bag with your card in it.”

“I’m not sure if I believe that.” Taehyung said, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“Tae, I’ve seen you shirtless plenty of times. You’re even shirtless right now,” she pointed.

“Is that why you haven’t looked at me longer than two seconds?” 

She could tell he had a grin on his face without even looking. “That’s one of the reasons, yes.” She said truthfully.

“One of the reasons? What’s the other reason?”

Mae sighed as she sat back in her chair and made eye contact with him. “While I was laying in bed trying to sleep I got to thinking. And the more I thought, the urge to become a petty bitch grew inside of me.”

“Well that’s a side of you I’ve never seen before.” 

“Tyler found out about the annulment and about what happened in Jeju, which means he weaseled his way into somebody's trust. Knowing him, he’s sitting somewhere with a drink in hand and a stupid grin on his face. He thinks he won. He thinks he’s made the world around me crash like I did his.”

Taehyung held up a finger, stopping her. “You’re not the one who made his world crash. It was his own fucking fault.” he said and then motioned for her to continue.

“I want so badly to wipe that smile off his face.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Taehyung leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table.

“By showing him that this,” she motioned between the two of them, “wasn’t a drunken mistake.”

“But it was…”

“But he doesn’t need to know that. I want him to second guess everything he found out. I want him so pissed off about our happiness that he fucks up, worse than he already has.” Mae straightened up and placed her hands on the table.

“Say no more.” Taehyung said, standing up.

“What are you doing?” Mae watched in confusion as he walked to the bedside table and got his phone.

“I’m going to call my lawyer and tell him to get rid of the annulment.”

Mae ran over to him, stopping him from dialing the number. “Wait, are you sure you don’t want to discuss this more first or wait until we know more information? It was just a suggestion and a kind of fucked up one if you think about it.”

“Nope, no take backs. You said that you wanted to stay married to me. I understand what it involves and I’m ok with it.” Taehyung kissed Mae on the forehead causing her to stand frozen in shock. “Get some sleep, Wife. Tomorrow we start life as a happily married couple.” he said over his shoulder before entering the bathroom and closing the door.

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Mae took a deep breath and gave her bodyguard a reassuring nod before the two of them stepped out from the safety of the backstage area and headed toward the suite where her friends were. Today, instead of coming to the venue with the women, she came with Taehyung and the other members. The pictures of her from last night were now all over the internet and everyone agreed it would be safer.

She and Taehyung were brought into an emergency meeting this morning to discuss everything Bighit had found out so far. The information they’d gathered was both good news and bad.

The pictures of Taehyung leaving the house were posted on a known stalkers site. The ones of Mae at the concert on the other hand took a little longer to find, but they ended up finding them all online posted by fan sites and ARMYs. They were one hundred percent sure Tyler hadn’t taken them.

The next set of information made Mae’s stomach drop. Tyler was in Seoul, he’d arrived the day after she landed in California. Which meant when he saw her at the airport he was on his way to South Korea. The asshole was a creature of habit and loved to post his travels on Instagram. Mae didn’t even know he had one, but the security team at the company was smart. When Jimin and Jungkook told them about the threats he made almost three years ago, they kept an eye on him, just in case he tried something. After Mae went to them for help, they became even more cautious of him.

Taehyung was storming out the door and on the phone with his father the moment the two of them were shown a picture of Tyler outside of Mae’s apartment building with the caption “Sorry I missed you.” The company reassured them that they’d checked the cameras and he didn’t get in. But that didn’t matter. Once Taehyung returned to the room he let the man on the screen know that his father would be calling in a few hours and he was going to need help moving Mae’s things out as soon as possible.

“I knew we should’ve moved you out when Jimin moved last year.” he huffed, closing the laptop.

“Tae, it wouldn’t have mattered. That address would’ve been leaked too.” Mae said, trying to calm him down some. Him being upset wasn’t helping her nerves any. Just the thought of there being a chance she could’ve run into Tyler if she hadn’t left for California made her want to vomit.

Taehyung leaned his head back and let out a frustrated sigh, “What does this asshole want?”

“He wants me scared, he wants me to come back begging for him to stop.”

“I wasn’t…” Taehyung’s features softened when he turned his head to look at her.

“I know,” Mae placed her hand on his shoulder and stood up, “You weren’t intending for it to be an actual question. But I needed to say it outloud for myself.”

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The women once again left early, but this time it was to avoid the crowd. They were taken through a private exit where an SUV was waiting to take them to a restaurant where they would celebrate the two successful shows with the guys and some of the crew.

“I’m calling it now,” Veronica handed Mae her phone so that she could use the camera to fix her makeup. “Because of this plan, the two of you will find yourselves tangled in the sheets very soon.”

Mae rolled her eyes and tried to keep the phone steady as the car moved. “What makes you so sure?”

“Because there is already this massive ball of sexual energy between the two of you. And if you two are going to play husband and wife, it’s going to eventually pop.”

“She’s right, Mae. I don’t think you realized just how much more physical the two of you are actually going to have to be when coming up with this plan,” Kimberleigh piped in from the back seat.

“Or emotional,” D added, “You’ll have to let your guard down. All those feelings you’ve had for him-”

“I don’t have feelings for him,” Mae protested, cutting her off.

D snorted, “Okay, just keep telling yourself that. But in order for Tyler or anyone else to believe it, they need to see the emotional and physical connection you both have.”

“So, no more death stares or avoiding,” Veronica said, pointing her brush at Mae. “Tae is going to enjoy the hell out of this,” she laughed. “If he holds your hand, you hold it back. If he puts his arm around you, don’t you dare smack that man.”

Mae tossed Veronica’s phone in her lap when they pulled up to the restaurant. She knew what this plan would involve when she made it. She knew she was going to have to put down all her walls and let her true feelings for him show. But she was scared. Mae knew that Taehyung wouldn’t intentionally hurt her. But even after three years, the scars from Tyler were still fresh. Deep in her brain the warning sign with ‘all men are just like Tyler’ was still flashing its bright red letters.

The women followed behind Mae’s bodyguard as the hostess led them to their tables.

“Good evening, ladies.” Namjoon greeted them.

“How the hell did you beat us here? We left while you were still on stage.” A confused Veronica asked.

“We had your driver take the long way.”

“You’re such a smart man, Mr. Kim Namjoon.” Veronica said, making everyone laugh when she pinched his cheek.

“Why don’t we all have a seat so we can eat?” 

Mae's eyes found Taehyung who was standing next to the table with his hand out for her. She rolled her eyes and chuckled at his gesture before taking his hand.

“You really are enjoying this aren’t you?” she asked.

Taehyung pulled her close making it look like he was placing a kiss on her temple, “The person who took the pictures of me leaving the house is here,” he whispered.

Mae turned her head to look at him, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, she’s the one in the light blue dress by herself.” Mae glanced in the direction that he nodded. Five tables away was indeed a woman wearing a light blue dress with her phone perfectly placed so that it pointed at their table. “She somehow found out we were coming here.” Taehyung cupped Mae’s cheek and brought her attention back to him. “A member of our security already talked to the manager, but they wont do anything about it because she’s a paying customer.”

“So act like she’s not here? And put on our best acting skills?”

Taehyung’s smile grew and he kissed her on the forehead. “It’s time to act like you’re madly in love with me.”

“She’s already madly in love with you.”

The two of them turned their attention to Kimberleigh who was standing behind Mae.

“Is she now?” Taehyung’s voice was full of amusement.

“I am not.”

Kimberleigh rolled her eyes. “You are too. Now will you both please sit down? I’m starving and you’ve got a show to put on.”

This time it was Mae who grabbed Taehyung’s hand and pulled him into the booth with her. The remainder of the party strategically sat around the table, giving the stalker as little view of the couple as possible.

Mae laughed when she looked up from her menu and caught a glance of the woman over Hoseok’s shoulder. She looked angry as she moved her phone around, trying to get the perfect angle again.

As the evening went on Mae found it easier to relax and let her flirty side take over after a couple glasses of wine. It didn’t faze her when Taehyung put his hand on her leg, mindlessly rubbing her thigh while they chatted away with their friends.

However, just as everyone was ordering dessert, when Taehyung put his arm around Mae’s shoulder and leaned across her to talk to D, Mae realized just how much effect he was having on her body. She found herself taking in his features, she could feel her heart beginning to race and her breathing grow heavier. Taehyung must’ve felt the change in her too, because before he moved away he looked at her with a flirtatious smile.

[lenniharrisonsims]

Allied Nations War Council Trials

Part X

Stefano & Justine Colona

Moving out of Windenburg for a moment, the once Prince of Newcrest, Prince Consort of Sulani, and Usurper King of his brother's throne, Stefano Colona is up on the stand.

Tsarina Ekaterina: "Mr. Colona, I'm going to yield the floor immediately, because there's someone who's been waiting for this day for a long time. Judge Colona?"

King Cesare Colona: "Hello Little Brother." Mr. Colona: "Cesare..." King Cesare Colona: "Would you like to try to explain yourself to the court?" Mr. Colona: "I have nothing to say to you." King Cesare Colona: "Very well, we will continue with the sentencing right away."

King Cesare Colona: "For the crimes of treason against your sovereign Lord- me, for the usurpation of my throne, for the illegal elevation of your son Damien, born out of wedlock, to the rank of Crown Prince, for the unlawful over taxation of the Newcrest people, for the dismantling of the lawfully elected Newcrest Parliament, for the exile of the Newcrest royal family, and for the attempted murder of Princess Emma Lofton-Strauss of Windenburg, this court finds you Guilty. You are sentenced to life at Imperial Mountain Prison, and- this'll be familiar to you- you are stripped of all titles you hold, have held, or may be entitled to hold by right of inheritance for you and your heirs. Further, you are relieved of the custody of your son, Damien Colona, who will be placed with a trustworthy relative until he comes of age."

Chief Lilah Mahoe: "I know we're supposed to be impartial, but personally, that was very satisfying." Mr. Colona: "How dare you, you bitch-" King Cesare Colona: "That's enough, Stefano! You are dismissed." *gavel bangs*

Looks like the hot headed usurper got what was coming for him, and his wronged brother and ex-wife got to be the ones to hand it to him. Sometimes, vengeange really is sweet, especially when it's really justice in disguise.

Next up on the stand is his mistress-turned-wife, Justine Colona

King Cesare Colona: "Mrs. Colona, how do you plead?" Mrs. Colona: "Not gulty, duh." King Cesare Colona: "And you believe that, why?" Mrs. Colona: "Because I didn't do anything, obviously. I had an affair with a married man, which, last I checked, wasn't a crime. I lived with him after we were married, it's not my fault that the house he picked happened to be yours. I did nothing illegal." King Cesare Colona: "Well actually, we beg to differ. For the illegal spending of the Newcrest Royal Trust- a fund set up to pay working royals for official duties- on frivolities such as hair appointments, manicures, pedicures, lavish meals, luxury brand clothes, etc, for the verbal and sometimes physical abuse sustained by the New Moon Palace staff at your hands, and for the attempted murder of Princess Emma Lofton-Strauss of Windenburg, this court finds you Guilty. You are sentenced to life at the Evergreen Women's State Penitentiary without possibility of parole, and you forfeit the custody of your son, Damien Colona." Mrs. Colona: "This is ridiculous! I didn't do anything!"

King Cesare Colona: "This court finds that to be untrue. I yield to Judge Pelletier." Queen Genevieve Pelletier: "After consulting a board of social workers and child welfare experts, the court awards custody of Mr. Damien Colona, to his paternal Aunt and Uncle- Queen Misha and King Cesare Colona." Mrs. Colona: "That's biased! You're on the court!" King Cesare Colona: "I abstained from that vote. I accept the court's decree, and swear to dutifully care for my nephew."

(Queen Misha Colona, watching the proceedings as a Member of the Public) Queen Genevieve Pelletier: "Mrs. Colona, you are dismissed." Mrs. Colona: " But- Wait! Don't I get an annulment!?" King Cesare Colona: "You entered into your marriage freely and of your own will. I'm afraid you'll have to follow ordinary divorce proceedings from inside the pententiary. Next!"

Oof... they both had that coming for a long time. And it's nice that Damien will be raised by family, in Newcrest where he grew up, and in a loving home with all of his many cousins nearby.

Stay tuned for more coverage of the trials!

[mariacallous]

Romanian prosecutors on Wednesday indicted right-wing presidential candidate Calin Georgescu on six charges, including incitement to undermine the constitutional order, spreading false information, and founding an anti-Semitic organisation.

Georgescu, a populist politician known for his NATO-sceptic and pro-Russian views, faces ten to 20 years in prison if convicted, and may be barred from May’s re-run presidential election. He was leading in the first round of the initial election last November before it was annulled by the Constitutional Court.

Police initially took Georgescu for questioning after stopping him in traffic in Bucharest on Tuesday.

“Calin Georgescu was going to file his new candidacy for the presidency …. The system stopped him in traffic and he was pulled over for questioning at the Prosecutor General’s Office! Where is democracy, where are the partners who must defend democracy?” Georgescu’s communications team posted on Facebook.

Dozens of people, including far-right politicians in parliament, protested in front of the General Prosecutor’s Office against what they described as his “abusive detention” and “abuse by the totalitarian state”.

Earlier, police and prosecutors started searches in 47 sites in an investigation related to a group of 27 people for allegedly “acting against Romania’s constitutional order”, and the “creation of an organisation which spreads fascist, racist and xenophobic messages”.

Around noon on Wednesday, prosecutors announced the confiscation of some 1 million euros and various weapons from people who were searched.

Although prosecutors did not name Georgescu or his aides in their statement, shortly after news of the searches broke, Georgescu claimed the raids were aimed at blocking his new presidential bid.

Georgescu won the first round of the presidential elections in November, signalling that EU-member Romania was joining the region’s growing trend toward far-right populism.

His unexpected success led the Constitutional Court in December to order a re-run of the vote, citing alleged manipulation of public opinion by a “foreign state”, likely referring to Russia.

Georgescu, known for his advocacy of sovereignty and traditional values, has gained support among those disillusioned with the current political landscape. The latest polls say he leads in voting intentions. Romania is to re-run the election on May 4, with a potential run-off scheduled for two weeks later.

His cause has also received unexpected support from the Trump administration in the US.

US Vice-President JD Vance, speaking at the Munich Security Conference earlier this month, accused EU leaders of engaging in “rampant censorship” and “cancelling elections, as recently occurred in Romania”.

Elon Musk amplified these claims on his social media platform, X, where he criticised the annulment of the elections and called the head of Romania’s Constitutional Court a “tyrant”. Musk also shared content from Georgescu supporters and far-right groups.

[gaddaboutgriffon]

ok part two. and I am going to warn everyone right now.

I am making Lex into an even worse A-hole

That was your first chance to go back. you have been warned.

Ok on with the plot.

I think it will be a stalemate for a while of superwoman stopping Lex's crimes, Clara and Lois looking but not being able to get something solid that wouldn't trigger the trap. Until we get to the point where Lex hired the joker to kill superwoman, and that brings DCs greatest detective Batman to metropolis following up after Joker had stolen a big chunk of kryptonite.

They are able to stop that plan, and while I don't think they get what they need to expose Lex as the head of a crime ring. That team up gets Batman on Superwoman's side and on this case. (I'm going with what happened in the animated series where superwoman uses x-ray vision to learn batman is Bruce Wayne, and batman put a tracker on her cape and learned her secret identity by seeing her change costume at home. so they know who the other is) She explains why she is using the relationship to gather evidence, and also about the trap Lex set.

Bruce deals with taking down gangs and mafia in Gotham all the time. He knows how much danger she is in on this. Probably more than Clara herself does. Yeah, he is going to be all over this case.

(At this point we are probably like 20 episodes and getting to a season finally if it is a series since there would be lots of other episodes fighting the rest of metropolis rogues gallery.) I think at this point we ramp up the conflict more by having Lex starting to loose patience. They have been "dating" for a couple years now. He may have even proposed once but she didn't say yes. Now we have him try to blackmail her into marrying him. This puts a time limit they need to defeat him by. (also I think Bruce figured this would happen and it isn't going to surprise him.)

I think it continues for awhile and just before the showdown, she thinks she HAS to agree to marry him, manages to somehow keep delaying with excuses until he loses his shit, and that's all the while Batman getting closer and closer to Lex and current hideout.. so then she actually DOES marry him (which of course would be annulled later on or a fake notary or something so she can claim it wasn't real) .. he finds out he was right all along about her trying to get him and then starts abusing and threatening her .. batman, with the help of Lois and Jimmy, finds his hidey-hole.

In every reboot I have seen Lex had terrible parents and never believed in love. he believes in being smart, and having the will to overcome obstacles. His version of love is conquest, and thinks that she will eventually see he was always right.

So, a very dangerous situation for Clara though. Will be even more dangerous once Lex finds out about Superwoman’s kryptonite weakness and starts carrying it around with him in his pocket. Maintaining her secret identity is even more important in this AU.

I was thinking of adding the twist that like a couple days before the wedding Lex learns Superwoman and Clara are the same person. But it was at a distance and Clara doesn't know he found out. for Lex this looks like he is going to get an ultimate victory. Takes out his greatest opponent and wins the relationship conquest by making her his. though a part of him feels like the it is a bitter victory as he does feel a little betrayed how hard Clara actually was trying to take him down. But he can take that out on her latter and he has the time to put in some last minute changes to the honeymoon.

(Shew this is one of those moments when you wonder if the story is going too dark. WARNING It is also going to the to be one of the darkest periods of time for her. Also, I know the actual comics have done far darker things. But this is your last chance to click off now.)

Lex's character is the type to manipulate before using force. He had the kryptonite hidden and ready to force things but will try to get what he wants with out it. So he is using the fact that Clara doesn't know he figured out her secret identity against her. She has to pretend she is a civilian and well that's how Connor gets conceived.

(I knew I was still going to have Connor be in the story, but when we put in the idea, they actually get married I couldn't dismiss the idea of him actually being their baby. So, I decided to have a coworker who had no idea what I was working on flip a coin. Heads = Connor is natural born. Tails = still a clone. The coin landed on heads. A real baby coming from that cursed marriage will give new meaning to Kara calling him Kon El.) If that is too unbelievable, we can have Clara fight back, but Lex then reveals he knows who she is with some kryptonite. Not sure which is worse. But I am going with the first option of her doing it to maintain her cover.

(Ok, so the pregnancy brings up something else. We know she is an alien but other than the powers the comics and cartoons don't really delve into that. and frankly I thought it would be interesting if there are some more biological differences. I was thinking that female kryptonians don't have periods. the body just reabsorbs the "material". so that isn't an indicator. Also, I was thinking that the pregnancy is shunting so much energy into supporting/growing the baby that it basically turns their powers off. happens about a month into the pregnancy.

It also means we don't have to have him use kryptonite to hold her hostage. My thought is using kryptonite on Clara while she was pregnant could cause her to lose the baby. Better to just have him realize her powers are going out and she is vulnerable and why.

though if we really want to be evil, we could have him threaten to make her loose the baby using kryptonite so she will do whatever he says.

Another thing I was thinking is that because even when their powers are off, kryptonians have a denser cell structure. and that I thought would translate into longer pregnancies. make it about 13 months or so. though the baby being half human reduces the timeframe and is why it demands so much energy. Poor Clara is in for a rough 8 months. (why do I like to speculate about alien biology so much?)

So, with all that in mind, she is physically at her most vulnerable. Her powers manifested when she was 12. being at regular human level is the weakest she has ever been in her adult life. Lex realizes she is pregnant, she hasn't told him, but she isn’t doing a good job hiding vulnerability that helps him figure out something is up. And you just know Lex is fully going to capitalize on that. This in his mind is a golden way to keep her from every being an enemy again. to have Lex be the type to always have back up plans. we could have it so he tried making a clone before they were married and got Bizzaro, and was planning on making another clone but found out she was pregnant.

He now knows human DNA is compatible with kryptonian. and while she is vulnerable it is easy to get DNA. He does this secretly to have a reserved ace in the hole for latter. (This is how I am introducing my version of Match for latter.)

Now for the rescue. maybe around the 7th month? yeah. Because even if Batman got that evidence not long after the Lex and Clara were married. Bruce would have to work through Lois and Jimmy to get the evidence to the police because A, the airhead billionaire Brucie public persona has no business anywhere near this. And B, the police can't really accept evidence from a vigilantly like Batman. (Later when the justice league is formed that changes and the law can accept evidence from league members.)

So that is why it took so long so long for Lex to get arrested. It will be a hairy situation with police /swat surrounding his penthouse. No wait let’s make it a vacation villa on a cliff overlooking the coast. Lex is going to try and escape and take Clara hostage with him. Batman breaks into the building to rescue her but Lex had traps ready that keep him at bay. Clara fights back and which will cause them to both fall off the cliff but we will have Batman get out of the trap and swing on a grappling line just in time to save her.

Instead of a white knight in shining armor she gets a dark night in matte black Kevlar. (Yes, this is going to become superbat. Eventually... in a latter update.)

Superwoman AU So, I have been seeing a lot of Justice League Gender Bent art lately and couldn’t help but think that for characters like Wonder Woman and Batman it doesn’t really work for. But the more I thought about it the more I realized that the change is REALLY interesting for one core member in particular. Superman.

Given the kryptonian power set the change doesn’t affect the fighting much, but it does change workplace relationships and social aspects of the civilian ID a lot.

For example, Clara Kent would most likely have a rivalry with Lois that borders on antagonistic. Not at all helped by Clara getting scoops that should be damn near impossible. Sure, when Clara is still new at the paper she likely would act as a mentor figure. But that would change really quick if Clara starts beating Lois to scoops and stories.

Clark Kent's sweet and dorky behavior on a male reporter is cute and charming but on a female journalist that is just neon sign to take advantage of her.

Jimmy may be her only good friend but given her physique that is hindered by Jimmy probably developing a crush on her. Which seen him more like a younger brother type friend is not reciprocated.

Then there is villain gallery. Again, the ones where is find there hidden whatever and then a physical fight to win. That is pretty much the same.

No, the villains things are different with are the ones that like to outsmart and play mind games.

Aka Lex Luthor.

And in Lex’s case the major difference again is in the interactions with Clara the civilian ID.

My thinking here is that while Lex Hates Superman because he can’t see anyone being that altruistic with so much power and it must an act. He actually really likes Clark Kent the mild-mannered reporter who in Lex’s eyes overcame humble beginnings and became a self-made successful reporter.

In this AU with Clara that gets amplified. See in a few different versions Lex attempted date and, in some cases, actual got so far as nearly marrying Lois. The attraction was largely based on the fact that she was a driven woman who was climbing in a difficult industry. It is part of Lex psychology is his value of Humans overcoming things with intelligence and will. and the difference with this AU is Clara has the farm girls start as opposed to Lois typical city or military daughter origin depending on the version. In Lex's eyes, Clara is starting out from a disadvantage to Lois and rising up to be just as successful a writer. In short, a better example of something Lex values.

It is just too good not to explore. So, if we go ahead and have Lex take interest in Clara, it would only take a good conversation for her to know there is something is wrong. But what if during her crime fighting, she ran across something that the talk with Lex makes her think he may behind it. So instead of the immediate rejection she wanted, she agrees to go out with him for opportunity to investigate.

Lex is a narcissistic egotist, and in most versions his parents were not a good example of love. and in most versions his Idea of love is a bit more like conquest. (Yeah, warning now, this is not going to go down in a good way.) He is also smart and knows how to cover his tracks. I don't think it would take him long to realize that Clara is looking for something. Here comes the dark idea I had. What if he arranges things so that if Clara tried to expose his crime empire it would look like it tied back to her instead. This also gets used to keep her from leaving. and if this is far enough in the timeline where Lex already is keeping kryptonite in a lead box in his pocket, Clara has to keep her secret identity tightly held. which means she has to go along with this until she can figure out how to bring him to justice.

Unfortunately, Lex did too good a job and Clara needs help. She turns to Jimmy and Lois. at this point Lois has been an antagonistic rival, for sniping stories from her and seemingly to have gotten the most eligible bachelor in metropolis. But once Clara explains what actually has been going on, Lois' attitude changes and is all on board for taking down the rich creep. thus, this AU's beginning of their friendship.

(well this is where I am ending this initial post. I'll add on or do a part two later. @emacrow thanks for listening to the initial idea. this post is the continuation.)

[chloesolace]

Hiii

Can u write something with Daemon Targaryen x reader ! Otto’s daughter (allicent sister). Daemon kiss the reader because he wants annoy her father but he likes her too. Otto find out and slap de reader. Daemon interrupt a concil meeting to give back the slap to her father.

Control - Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader

summary: After Prince Daemon kisses you in the courtyard of the castle, your father, Otto Hightower, confronts you about it. An argument leads to him becoming physically violent, and you storming out of the room crying. Daemon finds you, however, and when he finds out who left that red mark on your cheek, he immediately seeks revenge.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: physical violence, parental mental abuse 

a/n: I have been kind of power writing these one shots for the past 2 weeks or so, and I just wanted to let you guys know that I’ll be slowing down a bit <3 Happy reading!

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A gentle breeze caressed your skin as you sat underneath a tree in the castle courtyard, an open book laying on your angled legs and a barely touched apple in your right hand. You were humming a soft tune as you rested your head against the tree in your back, taking a break from reading, which you had been doing for almost the entire morning. 

Your eyes were a bit sore so you placed the book aside and the apple in your lap and rubbed your eyes, a deep exhale escaping you. Judging by the way the sun stood, it was way past noon now and your younger sister Alicent should have returned from whatever business she did not want you to know about.

You and her had never been particularly close, so it did not bother you much, though.

By now, you had to narrow your eyes to avoid being blinded by the sun, so you picked up the book and apple and rose to your feet, wanting to seek shelter in the shade the tree cast onto the other side of the grass. But a figure before you made you stop in your tracks, and bow your head respectfully. 

“My prince,” you said, waiting patiently for him to respond as you used your free hand to shield your eyes from the sunlight. “A pleasure seeing you here, though I must say it is unexpected.”

He raised his eyebrows, a strand of white hair falling in his face as he observed you with a faint smile on his lips. Prince Daemon seemed uncharacteristically calm, at least judging by what you’ve heard around the castle. Whenever he spoke to you, however, he was collected and at least mostly civil. 

You remembered when you sparked quite the controversy during a ball, when you and Daemon danced together to spite both your father and his brother. It had become somewhat of a thing you two helped each other with, since you tried to avoid marriage proposals at any cost, and Daemon wanted his brother to annul his own marriage. 

“Is it so unusual that I would spend time in my own home’s garden, Lady (y/n)?” He asked, though his tone was teasing if anything. You bit into the apple, calmly chewing and swallowing before you answered. He had interrupted your afternoon, so he would have to wait for an answer. 

“Given how rarely you do it, I would say so,” you replied before taking another bite, and his eyes rested on your lips for half a second. 

“Oh, you are keeping track?” 

“Far from it,” you replied without letting his amusement get to you. “Though the gossiping mouths at court are easy to overhear.” You crossed one arm in front of your chest and used it to rest your other elbow on it, as you continued taking bites from the apple in your hand.  

“Is that what you tell yourself to rest easy at night?” He asked, following you when you turned away from him to step into the shade of the tree on the other side, your book trapped between your arm and your waist. 

“I sleep just fine, my prince, but I am grateful for your very genuine concern.” You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from chuckling, just as he appeared from behind the tree where you had left him, dangerously close to you and with mischief glistening in his green eyes. 

You inhaled sharply at the sudden closeness, but kept your head held high to meet his gaze. Although this banter between you was not rare, he had never gotten this close before. It reminded you of the many times your father had told you to stay away from him, claiming he’d be the downfall of the Targaryen dynasty one way or the other. But you had never been particularly content about the calm days at court. Your father knew that if you had a single drop of Valyrian blood in you, he wouldn’t have been able to pull you off a dragon. 

Daemon placed a hand on the tree trunk just above your head while his eyes flickered to something behind you for a moment, before meeting yours again. “Oh, you are very welcome, Lady (y/n). But should you ever wish to change your sleeping habits, do let me know.” 

You did not miss the suggestive tone in his voice, and you were very sure that if your father could see you right now, he’d be very disappointed. 

“And what do you suggest, Your Grace?” You said with a challenging look on your face, but instead of replying, he shifted his gaze to the same spot again, letting it linger there for a while, before placing two fingers underneath your chin to tilt your head up slightly. 

“A lot of this,” he whispered, and his lips connected with yours. 

The book fell to the ground as your body tensed for a moment, not having anticipated that he’d do something like this. Your banter had never been more than words, thrown at each other. Sometimes, they did perhaps cross a certain line, though never had action followed them. 

He held your wrist with one hand and placed the other on your cheek, slowly guiding you to turn a little so that you felt the sun again. It became less and less of a hesitant kiss the more you gave in to it, and when you parted your lips to deepen it even more, you felt everything around you disappear. His smell of grass and leather was stronger now that you were even closer, and when his hand found its way into your hair, you let out a sigh. 

But just as you wanted to pull him closer, Daemon broke the kiss and brushed his nose against your cheek, as he said in a voice that gave no indication of your previous activity, “Good day, Lady (y/n).” 

He used your confused state to grab the half-eaten apple from your hand, taking a bite out of it as he gave you a cheeky grin and left the courtyard. You placed a hand on your chest, trying to catch your breath while heat rushed to your cheeks. It took you no more than a few seconds to collect yourself, however, and, after making sure that no one had seen you two, you left as well, trying your hardest not to get caught up in what had just happened.

Later that day, you heard a knock on your door while you were brushing your hair, but you already guessed that it was your father. Your suspicions were only confirmed when Otto Hightower stepped into your room, a very serious expression on his aging face. 

Sighing, you placed the hair brush aside and looked at him with raised brows. “What is it, father? I am supposed to meet Alicent in an hour’s time.”

“You are not going anywhere, (y/n),” he replied, closing the door behind him silently. 

Frowning, you replied, “What is this about?”

“Do not act so innocent, child,” he hissed, clearly fighting back tears as you stood from your chair and approached him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You didn’t say a word, waiting for him to elaborate, but you already knew what this was about even before the words left his lips. 

“One of my people saw you and the prince in the courtyard.” A pause. “How many times have I told you to stay away from him?” His voice got louder by the second, his skin a light shade of red now. You had clearly angered him, which only angered you in return. 

“And how many times have I told you I do not wish for you to interfere in my personal affairs? I am no child anymore, father. And I am sick of being a pawn in your twisted games.” 

Otto clenched his teeth, crossing the room to stand before you as he raised a finger and pointed it at you warningly. “I am sending you back to Oldtown,” he said in a low voice, his anger barely contained. 

“To do what, exactly?” You taunted, not bothering to control your own fury. “Sit there and look pretty, until it is time for you to marry me off like a broodmare to some Lord twice my age? Like you did Alicent?” 

When his hand met your cheek, your mouth fell open, and your head turned. A burning, pulsing pain appeared, and you had to take a moment to fully process what had happened. Your father and you had always argued much, but it had never ended in physical violence, before now. 

“You ungrateful child,” he spat. “You look every bit like your mother and yet your mind is foul, and tainted. I have made Alicent queen of this realm, and you know why I did not choose you to fulfill this duty?” 

Tears stung your eyes as you turned to look at him with an expression that was somewhere between furious and pained, using your cold hand to try and ease the pain in your cheek. But Otto did not wait for you to reply. 

“Because I know you are incapable. Because Alicent is everything you will never be.” 

You swallowed hard, trying to suffocate your sobs before your father could hear them, as you brushed past him and stormed out of your room in your nightgown. You had chosen a beautiful dress for later, when you were supposed to meet your sister, but now it suddenly did not matter anymore. 

It was already later in the day, so the amount of servants present were scarce, which you were thankful for, since you could not hold back your tears any longer. Your father’s words had stung like never before, and the pain he had inflicted upon you only served as a physical manifestation of the way your heart ached. 

When you found an empty bench somewhere in a secluded part of the castle, you let yourself fall onto the stone and buried your face in your hands. All you had ever wanted as a child was his approval, but only Alicent seemed to be worthy of that in his eyes. You had told yourself multiple times that you were over it, though the little girl inside you knew that it was a lie. 

You didn’t know how long you had sat there, when his hand gently touched your shoulder, but the tears were dry as you jumped up, only to meet Prince Daemon’s eyes. He looked you up and down, clearly not needing to ask to know that you had cried. Shame made blood rush to your cheeks, and you averted your gaze. 

“What happened?” He asked with narrowed eyes, gaze locked on where your father had striked. The mark must have still been visible. 

“My father,” you replied after a long pause, which you used to debate whether it would even be smart to tell him. 

“He hit you?” Daemon took a step forward, and you finally gathered the courage to look into his eyes again. You didn’t even have to say a word, for your look was answer enough. Daemon’s eyes darkened, his jaw tensing. 

“Where is he?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper, but you could make out the anger in it. 

You looked out of the window to your left, and saw that the sun was now setting. “He should be at a council meeting now…but-” Before you could finish, you heard Prince Daemon’s steps and quickly turned your head to find him stomping down the corridor, not waiting for you to catch up. 

Nevertheless, you quickly collected yourself and ran after him. You didn’t know what he would do, and a part of you wanted to call him back and stop him from whatever his plan was, but the other, wounded part of you knew that this would be rightful payback. 

You fell into step with him, but remained quiet as you both made your way towards the council chambers. They were on the other side of the castle, so it took you a while to get there, and you noticed Daemon throwing side-glances at you occasionally, as if to make sure you were okay. Though you doubted he cared. 

When you finally reached the double door behind which the council meeting took place, Daemon did not even bother to knock as he threw the door open and marched into the room as if it was his, anger written all over his face. You followed him, but remained in the door frame, watching as the prince approached the long table in the center, around which sat multiple men. Some, you knew. Others were strangers to you. 

“What is the meaning of this, Daemon?” barked King Viserys as he rose to his feet, Princess Rhaenyra stopping next to him with a jug of what was presumably wine in her hands. 

But Daemon ignored his brother. His eyes were glued to your father, who was sitting in his chair and staring up at the prince furiously. Otto had already opened his mouth to say something, but only the first syllable made it out of his mouth when Daemon reached out with his hand and slapped your father across his cheek. 

His skin quickly turned red and when you approached you saw how Daemon’s rings had left blue spots on your father’s face. That must have hurt many times more than what you had endured, but you did not feel a single bit of remorse. 

“Do not,” Daemon said in a low, threatening voice as he trapped Otto in his chair,  “ever lay a hand on her again.” 

Otto looked to the other council members, and you could already see on his face that he would try to twist this situation to his own benefit, so you stepped in. 

“Listen to him, father,” you said, and all eyes were on you now. “I will not be treated this way.”

“(y/n)!” Otto shouted as if he was scolding a little child. It made your blood boil. 

“If you have a problem, Lord Hightower.” Daemon straightened his back again, looking down at him with disgust in his eyes. “You should take it up with me. And we shall see whose burning skin will taint the air.” 

Before your father could reply, Daemon turned on his heel while he ignored his brother calling out to him, demanding he turn around and explain himself, but Daemon only looked at you. His eyes were reassuring, and when he reached you, the prince threw one last glance at the council table before pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. The satisfied smirk on his face and the almost caring way he placed his hand on your still reddened cheek were the only things the council members saw, before you both left the room, his hand interlocked with yours.

[mychampagne-mybubbles]

Did Louis point to the sign?

Today I heard again the term “damage control��� referring to Elk appearing “from the sudden” after Louis allegedly pointed out at that larry sign my eyes rolling in “oh yeah Simon I was in the band”. I know most people have grown into how this works business-wise, and even those that understand or have became close to fitting in what all these public behaviors mean, we all appreciate when Louis or Harry give us a little hint that speaks our larry language. There might be an intention, as there is one in every other PUBLIC act, right? What I really enjoy about these is that they remind us of the REAL DEAL, that there is still a greater cause going on BTS.

My rational-dreamer mind is here for the big achievements, as the base of my Larry universe; we have witnessed some over the lasts months. With all the blurry mess that we get and the noise around it, I find relevant to remember some of the situations that happened recently:

When you sink but you are not the Titanic: S*mon being kicked off of SONY, SYCO through the back door and cut off from every other business attachment such as Triple String & X-Factor Thank goodness he has now decided to get engaged and focus on this family. Adding also having two random accidents when biking and a robbery in this house when dealing with a trial, make me wonder... maybe this is not his lucky year.

Louis becoming Tripple String's director, switching to BMG, I expect to see more of an impact of this in the future Do I have faith in the future? yeah, maybe I trust this man too much but I do. Breaking records with his Fafhf & announcing his own management company to come. In addition to finally deliver the tour he deserves!

Zayn got dumped by his management in 2020 as fallout from a fight with mother in law & dropped from record label RCA (Sony’s) as a result of his drug abuse consequences in 2021. If the decoration is taken out, breaking connections with his team until the moment.

In 2021 Liam was dropped from management because they were concerned about his excessive partying, however, the man is putting digital performances up and has managed to have an agenda under control (Private shows in Bahamas, LA, etc in 2022… so new management deal?). If you can fill me with knowledge, please do so!

Not to name everything going on with Harry. So many things and rumors around him lately that a separate long post would be needed to try to obtain a fair outcome, but the most obvious one is the strong turn his career took towards Hollywood in 2020.

Updated 26.04.2022: Because of HH’s release Harry publishes an exclusive article in BH&G. He says the following

Confirming the existence of strict consequences to specific acts that would put them at their responsible's mercy, until the point of annulling them and walking into quedtionsble conditions. Despite H’s speech being super studied the allegation are there for the 1st time, while being under the same label as in the 1D days.

Niall has been always "OK", he really is that guy, right? The comfort corner inside this mess, so maybe I am missing drastic changes. His last tour was affected by the pandemic, but opposed to Harry until this day he hasn’t retake it but he is working on future projects. By April 2022 he has started to hint on his next album and showing up publicly a lot, release coming. In the meanwhile (since hiatus) he has been attached to Modest Golf a lot A LOT.

Despite all the distractions, this is the bigger picture. This is how I understand their fight is going and where I recognize change. Despite I appreciate and have fun with every other interaction that brings joy to the Larries, Trust me, feed me as many as you can! this is the REAL DEAL.

[loveisnotovertae]

Love is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC:1613 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.

Chapter 20

Mae listened to Taehyung talk with ARMY while she went through the last of the listings that the realtor sent over. The past week had been busy to say the least. She and Taehyung’s mom, along with the security team the company hired, would spend their days checking out different locations for Wander.

Her nights were late and her days started early. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep in her own bed, but her things were still packed away because she hadn’t had time to do anything.

When Taehyung called a few hours ago he mentioned that he planned to go live. So once again when she found herself awake and stressed in the middle of the night, she decided to turn it on. That was almost two hours ago.

“Everyone,” Taehyung said as Mae finished up her pros and cons list. “Before I end this, we need to have a discussion.”

For the first time since she turned on the live Mae put down her papers and looked at her phone. Just one look into his eyes as he thought of what to say next, Mae knew what he was going to do.

“I’ve read your comments, and I’ve seen your questions.”

“Oh, this should be good.” Mae chuckled, then opened a new tab on her computer to bring up the stream before turning it off of her phone.

“I’m not the only person this involves, and I’m not sure what she’ll feel comfortable with me saying.”

When Taehyung paused to read the fast moving chat, Mae took the opportunity to send him a quick text. “I’m watching. Say whatever you feel comfortable saying.” When he picked up his phone and smiled at the camera, she quickly texted back. “No to whatever just came across your mind. Remember you’re live.”

Taehyung laughed before going back to talking with his fans. “We haven’t publicly come out and said anything. Just as we were getting ready to let everyone know, there was an article released. So let me clear up a few things. I met Mae roughly two years ago through a friend. When I met her she wasn’t with anyone nor was she engaged. She’d ended it with that person before she even came to Seoul a year prior. I’m not going to say what happened between them, that’s not my story to tell. She’d been living in Seoul for almost a year when I met her. I asked her out two months later. She was hesitant at first because of that previous relationship. It took me a few tries before she said yes,” Taehyung snorted.

Mae cocked an eyebrow at the story he was telling. “I think this asshole rehearsed this,” she laughed.

“Our marriage wasn’t a ‘drunken mistake.’ I proposed to her on our one year anniversary.” Taehyung paused and read the chat. “No, I'm not going to tell you how I did it,” he laughed. “I’ll just say this, it involved a picnic and someone we both very much adore carrying the ring. Anyways,” he said, taking a drink. “I’m not really sure what came over us on our trip to Jeju. We were already in the process of planning our wedding for next year. So we weren’t in a hurry. When we walked by the chapel, after our date at the Jazz Club, we both just looked at each other and had the same idea. So we did it. Now for the annulment papers. I’m the one that had them done just in case. I know we both made the decision to get married that day. But Mae, being the independent woman she is, had a few things she wanted to do before we married. We’d discussed that when we first got engaged and I guess while we were in the moment we forgot that. So I went to my lawyer’s and had him fill out the paperwork just in case.” Taehyung adjusted in his seat and sighed. “I’m not a perfect person. Nobody is. Mae was upset with what I did. She had every right to be. If I was in her place I would’ve been too. While she was here we talked and I immediately called my lawyer and had him get rid of it. I don’t know how that person got the information. But I want to officially let you all know that I am married. Mae is a beautiful, kind, loving, goofy woman. She makes me very happy.”

Mae tilted her head and made a mental note to ask him when he came up with all of this the next time she talked to him.

Taehyung read out one of the many questions in chat, “Do I love her? Yes,” Mae’s eyes widened and her heart stopped when she saw the serious look on his face as he stared directly into the camera. “I fell in love with her the first time I saw her. I fell in love with her when the first words she spoke to me were a jumbled mess.”

Mae let out a small laugh and whispered, “Jimin container kimchi mom empty.”

“I fell in love with her the first time she smiled. I fell in love with her the first time she laughed. I fall in love with her more and more everyday.”

She sat there silently and stared into Taehyung’s eyes through the screen. Was he really telling the truth? And why did the thought of Kim Teahyung being in love with her bring butterflies to her stomach and bring a stupid smile to her face?

Mae was pulled out of her thoughts when Taehyung’s laughter filled the silent apartment. “Don’t worry guys, she knows that my heart also belongs to you, ARMY. My heart is big enough to love both of you.”

Mae waited until Taehyung finished his goodbyes and then texted him. “You’ve got some explaining to do, Kim Taehyung.”

It took awhile before he replied, she figured it was because he was giving a manager back their phone. When he did she was cleaning up for bed.

Mae, have you slept yet?

Don’t you weasel your way out of this, Tae. I have a lot of questions.

Haha, I’m not trying to weasel my way out of anything. And I’m taking that as a no. Get some sleep, Mae. It’s late and you get grouchy when you’re tired.

I do not!

Whatever you say, sunshine. Get some sleep and I’ll explain everything later. I promise.

Ugh, fine.

Goodnight, Mae. Have sweet dreams of me.

Mae rolled her eyes and put her phone on the charger before curling up on the couch. Her plan for tomorrow was to get answers and attempt to get her room set up. Or at least arranged so she didn’t have to climb over things to get to her bathroom. It was the only day she didn’t have things planned and the guys were due back in five days.