#but again. I was only on it for 6 days and it did that to me. 3 fucking weeks. I might ruin my whole life.

[sakura-onesan]

small remider yakity-sax (s 8, ep 18) exists.

as a rd fan i recognize many pranks she did over time became worse. (regardless, maybe not convince and give panic to your friend as that level as the rainbow cookie episode.) In that episode pinkie gets a yak instrument to play. and her playing disrupts EVERYONE. even the backround ponies. they run away from it. to the mane 6 least to worst: twi none. rarity gets distracted at work and the dress isnt how she wanted, yes she could make another, but she did waste time and materials also she could get hurt by the machine, like other episodes. rainbow dash + wonderbolts + plus the audience. show gets interrupted, followed by dangerous fast fighers outside formation, posible accidents with themselves and audience (luckily none happen). also the audience, they spend they hard earned money to see a show only to get it ruined by a third party. aj and fluttershy are about the same level, but im gonna place flutters first since it included innocent animals. aj: pinkie's playing was so against nature, apples self exploted. important note that the orchard is entire aj family's lifelihood. they did not plat to make applesauce like that. so only they get a say on what happens to their apples. (wasted produce, wasted money, also that sauce was in the trees so not safe to eat) fluttershy: many many animals JUST made to sleep. shes in her own house, late at night, didnt get asked first, and pinkie just plays. animals get woken up and she stays up calming them. the next day shes sooo tired.

Now. the entire episode get played around friends tell another shes bad at what she loves. Actually mentions the episode when twi didnt tell celestia she was bad at acting. excuse me?? celestia's bad acting didnt interrupt or harm or placed risk on ANYONE'S DAY. then when pinkies told the truth the episode makes pinkie go so sad she turns grey (like when on discord influence, chaos magis in pinkie theory), either way everything goes out of their way to tell us the rest of the mane six are in the wrong for telling pinkie to stop.

please even had the yak prince rutherford tell us + the mane six that "there's no wrong way to play the instrument and thats the point of it". please.

so pinkie plays again, screw the consequences or HER OWN actions.

thats why mare do well episode is not good either. we can both agree rd's a boaster. the biggest loudest greatest boaster. maybe she should stop a little. yes please. she was boasting that she was town's hero. yes. rd you should do heroic things because theyre good not to boast about them later. but cmon. the mane six went overboard.

or the first gilda episode. gilda was rude. gilda stole that apple. she was unecessary rude to fluttershy. also. gilda was in a strange town, she was an outsider. around the same season we see how they treat zecora, and they got more in common with zecora than with gilda (which inconsistency found! why give gilda the benefit of the doubt but not to zecora???). much later we realize how shitty griffon town is. unfriendly. unkind. little to no family. shes on defence. not with rd since they're already friends. plus, lets be real pinkie pie was so noisy, wanted to be around all the time. rd should have interviened before. but how wrong is gilda for wanting alone time with someone she trusts!? both gilda some wrong and some right can be true at the same time.

but honestly it happened to every character. like twi with the cruise episode or the movie (cmon no one was helpful, pinkie stop were incognito, rd yes animation pretty but incognitooo)

conclusion: every character was written to be only exagerrated versions of one thing overtime, some episodes we condone something but in others not, not everypony is innocent, and i blame the writing

is it just me or did this happen a lot

(this doesn't have anything to do with punkitt but this doodle style is inspired by her horsecomix so @punkitt-is-here hi)

[ktownshizzle]

Love & Lullabies | Part 5

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. You’re just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Alternatively: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weight—an 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god you’re there to help him.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoon’s bestie

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) That’s it.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter warnings: Sex. Minors DNI. Also, barely proofread, sorry for any mistakes!

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 3.8k

✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: February 1, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: Sorry it has taken me a while to get this part out. But I think you’ll like it. *fingers crossed* FULL TAGLIST TO FOLLOW. Sorry, I'm in a rush today. This is inspired by an ask/prompt sent by @yoongznme. 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part 4.5 | Part Five | Masterlist

A fancy hotel takeout sits untouched on your kitchen counter, the smell of roasted garlic filling the small space. You glance at the clock—6:47 PM.

Yoongi promised to take you to dinner, but given the circumstances, a quiet night in felt more appropriate. Safer for him. After all, the media has been relentless since the Dispatch scandal dropped close to midnight like Cinderella’s kitten heel at the ball.

You’re kind of pissed, actually. Scratch that—you’re furious. Just when it felt like you finally had Yoongi—finally had the chance to explore whatever this was between you—this bullshit had to rear its ugly head. A photo of his kind of ex leaving his building was enough to set the internet on fire, and now it felt like the flames were creeping dangerously close to your life.

You’ve talked to him once today, and even that conversation was clipped. A text from him at 5 let you know he was about to leave HYBE and swing by his place first. “Be there by 7,” he’d said.

You stare at the pristine takeout containers, willing yourself not to spiral. You’re not that person anymore. You’re not the insecure girl who lets her emotions run wild over things she can’t control. You’ve done too much good work to let this unravel you.

“You’re fine. You’re fucking fine,” you mutter under your breath, pacing the kitchen.

Your phone vibrates on the counter. Namjoon. Always coming to your rescue at the right time.

“Hello?”

“You doin’ okay?” Namjoon asks, his voice calm but laced with concern.

“Define okay,” you quip, though your voice wavers slightly. “It’s been a lot.”

“I figured,” Namjoon says gently. “That’s why I’m calling. Just wanted to check in. Yoongi’s been swamped today, and I know how this stuff can mess with your head.”

You exhale slowly, grateful for the concern but also acutely aware of the simmering emotions just beneath the surface. “I’m trying, Joon. Really, I am. It’s just… exhausting. The waiting, the overthinking, the noise. I just want to know where I stand with him, you know?”

“He’ll tell you,” Namjoon assures you, his voice steady. “Just… don’t let the noise get to you.”

You swallow hard, his words striking a chord. “Thanks, Joon. Really.”

“Anytime,” he says warmly. “And hey, take it easy on him tonight, okay? He’s under a lot of pressure, but trust me, you’re his priority.”

“Will do, dad,” you tease, and for the first time all day, you feel a flicker of lightness.

“Bye.”

You set the phone down, Namjoon’s words lingering in your mind as you glance at the clock again. 

You think about Yoongi and the kind of pressure he must be feeling now. You can take care of him tonight. He deserves it.

You’re rearranging the pillows on the couch, trying not to glance at the clock again for the hundredth time. It’s not even about tidying the place anymore. It’s about occupying your hands, distracting yourself from the swirling mix of emotions in your chest.

Then, the doorbell rings.

7:01pm. 

You take a breath, smoothing your sweater. Calm. Casual. You’re fine.

You open the door.

And there he is. Yoongi stands in the dim light of the hallway, a dark jacket zipped up to his collarbone, a black mask shading his face, somehow directing the focus on the exhaustion in his eyes. But what caught your attention is his hair—slicked back with a little sprout of inky locks on top.

He scratches the back of his neck, suddenly looking bashful at the heat in your gaze.

Christ. He looks good. Criminally.

He steps in. “Hi,” he says softly, his voice carrying that calm rasp you’ve missed.

Your heart clenches. “Hi,” you reply, your tone quieter than intended. You clear your throat, stepping back to let him in. “Come in.”

He steps inside, pausing in the entryway as he glances around. 

You then notice the bouquet in his hand—gorgeous white roses and baby’s breath wrapped in brown paper. 

He hesitates, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes flick over your face. Something in your expression must’ve softened, because he quickly averts his gaze.

“I brought these,” he says, holding them out a little awkwardly.

Your chest tightens, a strange warmth spreading through you. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

When you reach out to take the bouquet, your fingers graze his, and the contact lingers for just a second too long. Impulsively, your free hand rises to cup his cheek. Maybe it’s too much for whatever the hell this is between you, but the moment feels too honest to stop yourself.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly.

Yoongi freezes under your touch, his dark eyes widening ever so slightly. Then, as if the tension in his shoulders breaks all at once, he leans into your palm, just a fraction, and the smallest, most heartbreaking smile tugs at his lips as his eyes flutter close.

“I am now.”

You head to the kitchen, busying yourself with a vase to give the flowers the best chance to survive. You do not have a green thumb, so you pray to the gods the beautiful arrangement does not wither overnight.

“Hungry?” you ask, not turning around. “I bought chicken, shrimp fried rice, and some random banchan.”

“Yeah. Thanks,” Yoongi replies, his voice closer than you expect. You glance back to find him leaning against the counter, watching you with an unreadable expression.

You place the vase on the counter and fold your arms. “So,” you start, forcing lightness into your tone. “Survived the day?”

“Barely,” he admits, a tired smirk tugging at his lips. “Had to dodge more cameras than usual. Sat in meetings for a couple of hours. Si-hyuk personally called Sung Kyung’s agency. They assured me that they will investigate thoroughly. I couldn’t eat. I get home and there’s still press camping out. So yeah, shit day and I almost didn’t make it out alive.”

“That’s the longest response I’ve ever gotten from you.” You tease. “You really must be stressed out.”

Yoongi chuckles and for a moment, it feels like the tension that’s been hanging over you both all day melts away. 

You go around the counter and stand facing him where he’s sitting on your bar stool. He parts his legs and you immediately take that space, crowding him a bit more by placing your hands tentatively on his shoulder.

His eyes, warm like molten chocolate, meet yours. “How about you?”

You hesitate, suddenly feeling a little exposed. “I’m fine,” you say, though the tightness in your chest betrays you. “I mean, it’s not like this is new territory for you, right?”

“Doesn’t mean it’s easy,” Yoongi says quietly. “And I don’t like that you’re sort of affected by it.”

“I can handle it,” you reply, trying to sound more confident than you feel, projecting strength since he looks a little broken right now.

Yoongi’s lips press into a thin line, like he’s not entirely convinced. 

“I kinda knew what I was getting into when I knocked in your studio yesterday,” you say softly. “And I’d do it again. For you.”

His eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering across his face at your admission before it softens into something else. Something deeper. “For me?”

You nod, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “Yeah. For you.”

For a moment, he just looks at you, like he’s trying to figure out what to say. Then he straightens up from his slouch, taking one of your hands from his shoulder, pressing his lips softly against your pulse point.

“Dinner first,” he says. 

“Then what?” you challenge.

Yoongi just grins, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

As you sip the last of your drink, you steel yourself to ask the question that’s been bugging you all day. “So,” you say finally, broaching the topic. “Sung Kyung.”

Yoongi pauses mid-bite, his eyes flicking to yours. He sets his chopsticks down carefully, leaning back in his chair. “What about her?”

You take a steadying breath, forcing yourself to look him in the eyes. “Namjoon told me you’re co-parenting. But I need to hear where you two… stand?”

Yoongi exhales slowly. “Yeah, we’re co-parenting. That’s it. I don’t have any intention of getting back together with her. At all.” His voice is calm but firm, leaving no room for doubt. “I want Haneul to know his biological mom, but she and I—we’re done. That’s been over.”

Relief washes over you, but before you can fully settle into it, you notice the shift in his expression. His jaw tightens, and his eyes dart briefly to the table before returning to yours.

“There’s something else,” he says quietly, the words heavy with hesitation.

Fuck. You don’t like the sound of it, but you ask anyway. “What is it?”

Yoongi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “A few weeks ago… she kissed me.”

Your stomach twists, and the room feels suddenly colder. “What?”

“I put a stop to it immediately,” he says quickly, his tone insistent. “I told her it couldn’t happen again, that if she wanted to keep seeing Han, she had to respect that boundary. And she has. She knows where we stand.”

You don’t respond right away, staring down at your plate as you try to process his words. 

Oh my god. This is so fucked up. You knew Sung Kyung’s reappearance wasn’t as harmless as it seemed, but hearing it confirmed still stings.

“I just thought…” you start, but the words trail off.

Yoongi’s voice is soft but steady. “You have every right to be upset.”

“Do I?” You think out loud. “We’re not…” You nod slowly, pushing your chair back. “I… need a minute.”

When you get to your bathroom, you release a long steadying breath. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, hands gripping the counter tightly. Fuck. You’re okay. This is–

A knock sounds at the door, startling you.

Yoongi’s voice is muffled as he says your name, but it’s gentle as can be. “Can I come in?”

You glance at the lock and realize, too late, that you forgot to turn it. The door creaks open, and there he is, standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and something softer.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him and his arms immediately slide around your waist. The warmth of his touch seeps into you, and you meet his gaze through the mirror.

“Hey,” he murmurs against your hair. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You lean back against him, the tension in your shoulders easing but just slightly. “I just… I don’t know how to feel about it.”

“That’s fair,” he presses his lips to your temple. 

“But I need you to know–” presses another on your cheek.

“That I don’t want anyone else–” presses the last where your neck and shoulders meet. 

“Just you.”

Your heart clenches at the sincerity in his voice, and when your eyes meet again in the mirror, the tenderness there leaves you so breathless.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you turn in his arms, your hands sliding up to his face as you pull him down for a kiss. His fingers tighten on your waist as he deepens the kiss, pulling you flush against him.

You walk back to your bed, lips fused with his, your fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair. The urgency between you grows as you push him down onto the mattress, his back hitting the sheets with a quiet thud. You follow immediately, straddling him, your body molding against his as you capture his lips again. The kiss is deep, consuming, his hands gripping your waist like he’s anchoring himself to you.

You stay like that for a while, tongues teasing, breaths mingling, drunk in the taste of each other. Then, a sharp pull of his lower lip between your teeth has him groaning into your mouth.

You’re driven by lust, and something else. A possessive demon seems to be overriding your better judgment, thinking you’ve been timid with your feelings for long enough. No woman, not Sung Kyung, even if he is Han’s mom, can take what you and Yoongi have been building up to for so damn long.

“You’re in your head,” Yoongi says, nudging his nose against yours.

“Did she kiss you like this, huh?” The words leave you before you can stop them. Your lips return to his, sucking greedily, staking your claim.

Yoongi’s breath shudders as you pull back just enough to meet his eyes. “No, baby.” His voice is rough, lips pink and swollen.

Your fingers slide under his shirt, pushing the fabric up and over his head, tossing it aside before your hands explore the newly exposed skin. He’s warm, toned beneath your touch, and the way his muscles tense under your fingertips only spurs you further. You lean down, lips dragging along his jawline, open-mouthed kisses trailing down his throat. He tastes sweet, salty, and entirely intoxicating.

“Did you fuck anyone else when I left?” you mumble against his skin, your teeth grazing the sensitive spot beneath his ear.

His breath hitches, “No, shit. No.”

“Good boy.” You hum in satisfaction, your lips venturing lower, your tongue flicking against the hollow of his throat. He groans, head pressing back into the pillow.

“Baby, you’re making me lose my shit right now,” he grits out, his voice strained, desperate. His hands now get braver, sliding underneath your top to fondle your tits. 

Maybe you’re delirious. Maybe you’re too turned on to think straight. Or maybe—maybe this is exactly what you’ve wanted since the moment you saw him again.

Your hand drifts down, fingers tracing the outline of his hard length through his trousers, feeling the way he twitches under your palm. 

“You’re mine, okay?” you whisper, nipping at his bottom plush as your fingers give his dick a squeeze.

He exhales a shaky laugh, his lips curving under yours. “Yours.”

He lets you revel in your greed for a few moments, allowing you to do whatever you pleased as you lose yourself in the heat building between you.

He ruts up towards your hand, grunting slightly. Honestly, he’s so hard, it’d be a mercy to release him from the confines of his jeans. So you do, helping him unbutton, unzip, and undress, until his cock springs free and flops on his stomach.

What a pretty dick. Literally lickable—solid, girthy, veiny, a bead of white pooling at the slit. You take him in your mouth, tracing the tip with your tongue, the taste of pre-cum coating your throat. You let drool cascade down his length, slick fingers pumping his shaft while your mouth suctions his mushroom head.

His hand goes to the back of your neck, guiding you in a bit more. “Mmm… that’s it, baby.” 

Yoongi moans your name as you go faster. You feel him twitching inside your mouth. He’s so hard but you don’t want him to cum yet. You pop him off to lap at the base, before your tongue travels upward to trace the thick veins on the underside of his cock. 

Jaw slack, his eyes are dark, dark as he observes you while propped up on his elbows. “Come up,” he says when you reluctantly pull away. “Wanna eat you out.”

Your clothes are yanked off your body as you take his place on the cushions, not a single piece of fabric now separating your skin. He takes you by the hip and adjusts your position so he can get his face close to your mound. Before you can mentally prepare yourself, he shoves his hot tongue against your folds, locating your clit in 0.001 seconds and you know you’ll be careening off a cliff in no time.

“I—Yoongi, that’s… shit that’s nice.” You can’t help it. It does feel nice.

You reach for the little ponytail on his head, gripping it for dear life. He hums against your bud when you pull, the vibrations only driving you more insane.

“You taste so good baby,” he mumbles.

“Yeah?”

“I can eat you out for days, make you cum,” he vows, delirious just like you are. “Over and over… my favorite fuckin’ snack.” 

“Oh my god, Yoongi…”

He feasts, and feasts, and soon enough, you’re shuddering in ecstasy, hips bucking in the process, as he slurps all you give him. He wears your cum like a gloss as he comes up for air, a lazy but proud smile on his face.

You reach for the drawer on your nightstand and pull out a new, sealed, and unopened box of condoms shoving it on his chest. He holds it in one hand, nose scrunching as he suppresses a laugh.

“Someone prepared…”

You shrug as he plucks one and unwraps it quickly, “What?”

“Nothing. You’re too cute for me.”

“Shut uppp.”

He rolls the condom on his dick, propping one hand by the side of your face as he uses the other to rub his blunt tip against your entrance. Your pussy is drenched and he slips right in and bottoms out with a grunt against your ear. He’s thick and big against your walls.

A smack against your ass cheeks makes you clench. “Ah, shit.” And another one lands before he soothes it with a gentle massage. 

You’re going crazy but you need him deeper. Sensing your needs, Yoongi pushes the back of your knees higher and snaps his hips with more force, pounding your pussy as your bed creaks against the wall. Your lids are heavy but you keep your eyes open long enough to see how fucked out he looks, cheeks flushed pink with a coat of sheen on his forehead, teeth caging his lower lip.

“You’re so hot. I wanna ride you,” you declare, stuttering a bit from his thrusts.

“Yeah?” He pants, slows the roll of his hips, waiting for your confirmation. 

When you nod, he slips off with a wince and you feel your juices trickle down your skin. You reverse positions, mattress dipping as you shift your knees on each side of his hips. 

“Do your thing, baby,” he urges, lacing his fingers behind his head, elbows bent outward in a relaxed pose.

Your smile is watery as you use his tip to prod against your clit one or twice before you sink him inside your wet heat. You moan in unison when you're fully seated, the feeling of him snug and warm and so full inside you driving you mad.

You tip your head back, palms planted against his chest as you swivel your hips in a slow dance. 

You look down on him, hair cascading over your shoulder, and you think how much you like this view. And how you won't mind this view everyday, actually. Seems the possessive streak from earlier still has not satiated. 

“Shit—you’re so hot like this.” 

You rock against him, clit stimulated deliciously as you ride his cock. He’s got a cocky little grin as you use him. You throw your ass back, and he has a front row seat and VIP access to your bouncing tits, his tongue slack on the side of his lips. He cups your tits with both hands, the wet pads of his thumbs rubbing against your nipples.

“My turn,” he grabs hold of your waist and thrusts upward so roughly your eyes roll back in pleasure.

He pistons into you, finger digging on your skin to keep you in place and a long moan rips from your throat when he jerks up particularly hard.

Your hands slip to his shoulder as your body bounces by the force of his movements, tits sliding against his chest. His thighs must be burning and when he slightly lets up, you dip your head, shamelessly to lick the side of his face, moaning his name against his ear. 

“Baby—” you beg, not really saying what you need, but he knows.

He uses a sweaty hand to guide a tit in his mouth, suckling at it with a bit of teeth. 

Not a moment later, he’s fucking you again from below, deeper, faster, and when rapidly presses into your sweet spot, you’re a goner.

“I’m close, Yoongi. So close…”

“Me too, baby,” his voice is rough as he lets go of your bruised nipple, brows furrowed in concentration like he is fully intent to give you the orgasm of your life. He pushes into your depth relentlessly, 

White hot heat is blooming inside you, and you feel his cock throb, abs tightening, before he spills his seed in the condom, groaning with his eyes shut to savor the intensity of his release. It’s the pure unadulterated pleasure painted on his face and his deep delicious moan that tips you over the edge, too, clenching against his solidness as you slip into the sinful pleasure of your orgasm.

Chest to chest, you rest your full weight against him, softening dick still nestled inside you. You press your lips against his neck, feeling the vibrations of his throaty chuckle. Then he asks, “Was it good?”

“So good.”

“Mm.” He hums, nosing the side of your face so you’d look at him. “Did you really mean what you said earlier?”

“Which one?”

“That you, uh, despite everything, you’d do it again, for me.”

You start to feel a bit shy, but then you remember you’re literally naked. On top of him. And he is still inside you. The point of bashfulness is long past. It’s time for the truth. “Yeah.”

“Bold of you, no?”

“Dumb, too.”

He pushes an errant hair behind your ear, eyes still glazed from the sex, but fond. “You know I really like you, right? If it isn’t painfully obvious.”

“Me too, Yoongi. Since Stan. Maybe even earlier.”

“Will you be my girl, then?”

Yoongi watches you carefully, waiting for your response. The earnest curve of his lips, the slight scrunch of his nose, the way his fingers still rest on your waist like he’s afraid you’ll slip away—it’s all so achingly real.

You study him for a moment, letting yourself take it in. Everything about him—his caring nature, his tenderness, his immense love for Han, his ability to drive you absolutely insane and still make you feel like you’re the only person in the world who matters.

The outside world is still in chaos. The scandal, the noise, the questions that neither of you have all the answers to yet. But here, in your little apartment, wrapped in the warmth of him, none of that feels as important as this.

“I will,” you finally say, voice steady.

His breath catches, just for a second. Then, his lips spread into the softest, gummiest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, almost like he’s making sure he heard you right.

You nod, “Yeah.”

Your lips meet for a gentle kiss that feels like a promise and the rest of the world falls away. For now, no matter what comes next, it’s the two of you—finally honest, finally sure, and finally together.

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A/N: YASSSS. Our babies have finally figured it out. How do you feel right now? Would love to hear your comments! 

Thank you for reading, you lovely, beautiful human! Xo

P.S. Am gunning for 1,000 followers before Yoongi’s birthday. :) I think I’ll get there with your help. Feel free to reblog the story if you like, and that can help more people find our lovely L&L couple.

Love you!~

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[aidansloth]

Late Nights On Kitchen Floors Sometimes Lead To Confessions

Summary: You come home late one night to find your roommate Jason sobbing on the kitchen floor.

Warnings and A/N: some negative self-thoughts on Jason’s side. In this fic Jason is feeling a lot of feelings :) because we love our men crying and traumatized. Pre-relationship! This is my first time writing for Jason so I hope I did him justice. Written in the second person, gender neutral reader, I tried to make reader as inclusive as possible so if I missed something please let me know! JUSTKNOW that my heart broke while writing this. (final note, I wrote this at 4am so don’t judge me)

Words: 0.9k

I also posted this on ao3 if you want!!

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You secure the last of the locks on your door as you start to take your boots off along with your coat. Immediately as you stepped in your mind went into autopilot, following your routine so effortlessly that only after what was definitely too many seconds do you notice a heaving sound coming from your kitchen. 

“Jason?”

The words leave your mouth with a tinge of hope that it was just him and not a break-in you’d have to deal with at this ungodly hour in the morning. You check the time with a flick of your phone. 2:14am. 

You receive no response and reach for the bat Jason insisted you left hidden in the umbrella stand. You can never be too safe were his exact words and you’d honestly have to thank him if you made it out tonight. It’s only when you cross the door that you see him: Jason and all of his 6 feet of muscles are scrunched up into a wavering ball, his hands clutching his clothes and his head planted into his knees. All this time you’ve known him and yet he has never looked as vulnerable as he does now, on your dusty crumble-covered floor with tears in his eyes. 

At first no words come out of your mouth, how could they? You’ve talked to Jason just a couple of hours ago on your phone, he called saying he just wanted to hear your voice. He was fine earlier. He was. He asked how your day was. He listened, hanging off your every word. But now here he was in front of you, a broken shell of a man.

Trying to not startle him you get closer and call out his name again. This time he hears you.

He lifts his head and you can see smudged tear stains all over his face probably from an attempt to erase them. An hiccup escapes him and your heart breaks. 

“Oh baby,” you scooch in front of him and take his face in your hands. 

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

He can’t speak. The words are jabbed in his throat, threatening to suffocate him. He opens his mouth but nothing other than a strangled sound comes out. You start petting his hair.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine, you don’t have to say anything alright?” 

You settle on the floor and try to maneuver his body onto yours, his head on your shoulder. His body adapts to yours, his arms wrap around you and he feels like everything is going to be alright. One of your hands runs up and down his spine in a soothing manner while the other is nestled in his hair. 

A couple of minutes pass and you’re still holding him. Jason thinks he likes it. Being held, that is. 

After some more time his head lifts from your shoulder and your hands move to his forearms, caressing the skin there. He takes a deep, shuddering breath before speaking.

“I, ehm…” Jason’s gaze lays low and his hands start to play with yours. “I have to tell you something.” 

You nod and tell him to take his time. He bites his lip, still looking down. 

“I- Fuck, I messed this up. I really did. This was gonna be so much more romantic I swear. I was gonna- I was gonna invite you to that one bookstore we always go to, I was going buy you all the books you set your eyes on and- and I planned a walk through the park- the one- the one you like-” his voice keeps breaking and hiccuping, “-and walk through the flowerbeds and maybe if the day had gone well I would have had the courage to hold your hand.” he wipes a tear off his face with the palm of his hand. 

You try to speak but he speaks first.

“I like you. I really really like you. I wanted to do this well, tomorrow, but- I don’t know. I got too much in my own head and I’m-” Jason bites his lip and tears fill his eyes again, “I’m really sorry this is how I confess, you deserve so much better, so much better and I’m a mess and, and-” you grab his face and force him to look at you. 

“Jason Peter Todd, you listen to me carefully.” his big teary eyes look at your stern ones, “The only reason I’m not kissing you right now is because you deserve a beautifully romantic first kiss because you like beautifully romantic things. You deserve all the wonderful things this world has to offer.”

Jason thinks his heart has never felt so warm. 

“Wha-what?”

His words make you giggle and now he thinks his heart might actually implode. 

“I like you.”

“I like you too.”

Now your giggle turned into a proper laugh which made Jason smile. 

“Yeah, that was pretty obvious from the earlier declaration of love.” Now he’s giggling too. 

“Does that ehm- does that mean you want to be my girlfriend?” You giggle again at the innocence in his voice and Jason thinks he’d die all over again just for a chance to hear you laugh one more time.

“Yes, yes it does. Only if you take me to that date you were talking about though.”

He smiles. “We could go now.”

Your eyes widen. “Now? At 2am?”

He shrugs. “I’m Red Hood. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

You scoff. “Yeah alright, but I think the bookstore might be closed.”

“Ah. Right. Tomorrow then.”

“Eager?”

His smile only gets bigger. “Duh, I have a girlfriend to take out.”

Thank you for reading!! Constructive criticism/advice is always welcome!

[amitiel-truth]

River Maiden Pt. 8

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9,

🔞Groping, Exhibition, Sexual Innuendos🔞

Odysseus and Telemachus stood on the shore, watching as the fleets of ships approached the shores of Ithaca. They could see the worried and angry expressions on the faces of the families of the murdered suitors.

Odysseus clenched his jaw. Telemachus, sensing his father's tension, placed a hand on his arm, trying to calm him.

"Father, we expected this to happen," Telemachus murmured, his voice low enough that only Odysseus could hear.

Odysseus took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I know, son," he replied, his voice tight. "But that doesn't make it any easier to face."

Odysseus and Telemachus waited on the shore as the boats began to dock, the families of the murdered suitors disembarking and making their way towards them. It was a tense and volatile atmosphere, with the families all looking angry and confrontational.

Odysseus and Telemachus knew they needed to tread carefully to avoid a full-blown conflict. With 108 families to deal with, they would have to be diplomatic and tactful in their approach.

Odysseus and Telemachus made their way to the palace, where they found Laertes, Odysseus's father, waiting for them. Laertes was a tall and imposing figure, with a stern expression on his face.

"I knew this day would come," Laertes said gruffly, his voice filled with grim resignation. "I only hope that it will not end in bloodshed."

Odysseus placed a hand on his father's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll do our best, Father." he said, his voice steady and confident.

Telemachus stood beside them, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He knew that his words and actions could either defuse the situation or escalate it to violence.

"Telemachus, go see your Lover and Mother." Laertes orders, dismissing him.

Telemachus hesitated for a moment, but then bowed his head in compliance. He knew better than to argue with his grandfather in serious situations like this.

"Yes, Grandfather," he said, his voice quiet and respectful.

With a final lingering glance at his Father, Telemachus turned and left the room, making his way to the Queen's Quarters, where he knows (Y/N) and Penelope are.

As he entered the room, Telemachus caught sight of (Y/N) and Penelope, who had obviously been discussing the situation. They looked up as he entered, and their expressions of worry softened at the sight of him.

"Telemachus," Penelope said softly, rising from her seat to greet him. "Are you alright?"

Telemachus managed a small, reassuring smile in response. "I'm fine, Mother," he replied, trying to sound calm and unruffled. "But Father and Grandfather are currently in a serious discussion with the families of the dead suitors."

(Y/N) and Penelope exchanged a tense glance, before (Y/N) stepped forward, taking Telemachus's hand. "How are they reacting?" she asked, her voice betraying her own fear and worry.

Telemachus sighed, looking down at his feet for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "They're angry, understandably," he said. "But Father and Grandfather are doing their best to pacify them. They're trying to avoid any bloodshed, but I don't know how successful they'll be."

(Y/N) sighs, shaking her head "blood feuds are long and bitter, they feel humiliated and disrespected for killing their sons, even if they were the ones in the wrong" she mutters, mindlessly playing with his hand

Telemachus nodded in agreement, his brow furrowing in concern. "Yes, I know," he said, his voice quiet. "But what choice did we have? The suitors were a danger to our family and our way of life."

He pulled her into a tight embrace, taking comfort in her presence and her touch. "But we'll have to be careful, love," he murmured, his voice low. "These families are desperate and angry. We'll have to tread lightly."

"I understand, I still have this." (Y/N) showed him the dagger Ioannis, one of her guards in his absence, lent her.

Telemachus's grip on her tightened as he saw the dagger, his expression turning hard and determined.

"Good," he said gruffly, his voice filled with protective affection. "You need to stay safe. These families are unpredictable and dangerous. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"We understand, My Love." (Y/N) nodded, pecking his lips.

"I'll stay here with your Mother, and could you please send in Ioannis and Panagiotis ones more, I don't feel safe on our own." (Y/N) requested the guards Telemachus assigned for her, a small smile on her lips.

Telemachus nodded, his expression softening as he looked at her.

"Of course, love," he said softly, reaching out to cup her cheek with his hand. "I'll go get them right away."

He kissed her forehead gently before leaving the room, going to fetch the guards.

Ioannis and Panagiotis are quickly stationed outside the Queen's Quarters, their expressions serious and alert.

"Guard them with your lives," Telemachus instructed them firmly. "I don't trust these families not to try something."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The guards nodded their understanding, their hands on their weapons. They took up positions outside the doors to Queen's Quarters their eyes watchful and their bodies tensed.

Telemachus made his way back to where the meeting was taking place, mentally preparing himself for the confrontation that was sure to follow.

"Excuse me, sir," Someone calls out as he passed, her voice sweet and soft, with a touch of sadness.

Telemachus turned to look at her, taking in her regal appearance and the grief etched on her face.

Despite her grief, she moves with effortless grace, her flowing chiton catching the light as she walks. Her dark hair is intricately styled, woven with subtle adornments, and her gaze is both commanding and serene.

Telemachus turned to look at her, taking in her regal appearance and the grief etched on her face.

She approached him, her eyes downcast, her body language radiating sadness and vulnerability.

"I'm sorry to trouble you," she said, her voice just above a whisper. "But I recognized you and couldn't help but speak."

She lifted her head, and Telemachus was struck by the depth of sorrow in her gaze. "I am the sister..of one of the suitors you killed."

Telemachus felt a pang of guilt and sorrow at her words, but he held his composure, his expression stoic.

"I am sorry for your loss," he said, his voice sincere but guarded. "But the suitors brought their fate upon themselves. They invaded my home and caused harm and chaos."

She nodded, her shoulders slumped in acceptance. "I know, and I don't blame you for what you did," she said softly. "But I can't help but feel the weight of my brother's death on my shoulders."

She took a step closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm, her fingers ghosting over the fabric of his tunic.

"I was wondering if I could trouble you with a request," she asked, her voice low and melodious, a contrast to her weary demeanor.

Telemachus shifted slightly at her touch, his guard instinctively going up. He could tell that she had something to ask of him, something he might not like.

"What is your request?" he inquired, his voice neutral.

The strange girl looked up at him through long eyelashes, her gaze earnest. "I realize this is a strange request, but I was hoping that you could find some way to compensate me for my brother's death."

She took a step closer, her hand still on his arm, her touch light yet insistent. "Perhaps a favor, a gift, something to ease the pain and the emptiness I feel in his absence."

Telemachus's brows furrowed at her request, his suspicion growing. It wasn't uncommon for families of defeated enemies to seek reparations, but something about her demeanor felt off to him.

"I sympathize with your loss," he said slowly, his voice cautious. "But what, exactly, do you have in mind?"

She took took a deep breath, her hand sliding down his arm to take his hand in hers. "I was hoping you would marry me," she said softly, looking up at him pleadingly. "It would be a way to right the wrong of my brother's death and bring honor and respect to his memory."

Telemachus's eyes widened in shock and disbelief at her request. The very thought of marrying her to appease her family's sense of honor was not only ridiculous but also insulting in some way he can't explain.

"I..." he began, his voice hoarse. "That's...I can't...I'm already betrothed."

Her expression faltered, but she quickly composed herself. "But surely, you could break off your betrothal for me," she persisted, her grip on his hand tightening. "I could make you a good wife, a loyal queen. My family is wealthy and has great influence in several kingdoms. It would be a wise political move for you."

Telemachus shook his head, his irritation growing at her insistence. "No, I cannot and will not break my betrothal," he said firmly, pulling his hand away from hers. "And I'm not interested in a political marriage. I love someone else."

Her eyes narrowed, her desperation becoming more apparent. "You would rather forsake a powerful alliance for a love match?" she asked, her tone almost mocking. "That's foolish and naive."

Telemachus's eyes hardened at her words. "It may be foolish to you, but I won't sacrifice love for power," he retorted, his voice edged with anger. "And I won't be coerced into a marriage I don't want, even if it brings 'honor' to your brother."

Her face flushed with anger and humiliation. "You are an ungrateful fool," she spat, her words filled with venom. "My brother died in your palace, his blood stains your hands and you refuse even to consider my offer? You don't care about honor, or duty, or family. You're just a selfish, lovestru-"

"There you are, My beloved~" Suddenly, familiar arms snaked up from his waist to his chest, hugging him from behind, and a kiss was placed on his neck.

"I was looking for you, how mean of you to drop off the guards and not give me a proper goodbye kiss?" (Y/N) asked over his shoulder, pouting at him.

Telemachus's irritation and frustration melted away at the familiar touch and the sound of (Y/N)'s voice. He relaxed into her embrace, his hand coming up to rest on top of hers.

"Sorry love," he said, his tone softening considerably, as he turned to look at her over his shoulder. "Got into a...discussion with someone."

(Y/N) turns her gaze to the person in front of Telemachus, tilting her head "Who's this?."

The Princess bristled at (Y/N) words, her earlier pleading and sweetness replaced by a cold, hard expression. She shot a glare at Telemachus, before looking up at (Y/N) with a forced smirk.

"I am Princess Cassandra," she said, her voice strained. "And you must be Telemachus's... betrothed."

"Yes, that is I. My, A Princess, you don't look like one." (Y/N) quickly bites back, not bothering to introduce herself, playing with Telemachus's tunic.

Cassandra's eyes narrowed at (Y/N) words, her annoyance growing. She bristled at the insult, her composure faltering for a brief moment.

"And I suppose you're the epitome of a Princess," she retorted, her voice sharp and cutting. "With your disheveled hair and your hand all over his clothes in public."

"Oh, excuse my disheveled appearance, I swear I fix myself up every morning, but the Prince can't help keep his hands off me~." (Y/N) answers with a smirk.

Telemachus's face flushed a bit at Egeria's words, and he tried to suppress a smirk of his own, though he failed miserably.

Cassandra scowled at Egeria's words, her jealousy growing with every passing moment. "I doubt it," she retorted. "I can't imagine someone as...unsightly as you being such an object of desire."

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"Believe it or not, I am~." (Y/N) answered, keeping eye contact as she licked Telemachus's neck.

Telemachus tried to hide a shiver at (Y/N) gesture, but failed miserably, his face turning an even darker shade of red.

Cassandra watched the exchange with growing fury, feeling the sharp sting of jealousy coursing through her veins. She clenched her fist, her knuckles turning white.

"How...vulgar," she gritted out through clenched teeth.

"As vulgar as trying to steal my bethrode using a dead relative?" (Y/N) asked, running her hands all over Telemachus's chest and abdomen, touching every sensitive part she knows excites him, her eyes narrow with a deadly smirk.

Telemachus's breathing hitched as (Y/N) touched him in those spots she knows drive him crazy, and he had to fight back the urge to react to her, to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless right this second.

Cassandra's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't realized that (Y/N) had been listening the whole time, and the princess was now feeling both embarrassed and humiliated.

"That...that's not..." Cassandra struggled to find the words, her cheeks turning red in a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Telemachus, however, was more amused than annoyed, enjoying the show that (Y/N) was putting on, knowing that it's all for his sake. He couldn't help but find her little display cute, and a small part of him wanted to see how far she would go.

"Not what? 'Oh! I'm a distressed Princess who passed my bethrodal age, since you killed my brother, why don't you marry me in retribution? Oh, what's that? You're already bethrode? Well, I'm a helpless Princess, what else do I have to say? Break it off for me, please?' Is that what your trying to say?" (Y/N) taunted, before sliding her hand down between Telemachus' legs, palming his bulge.

"You don't even look like you know how to touch a man, serves you right, since you can't have a man all by yourself." (Y/N) taunted, her eyes slitted with a wide grin.

Telemachus inhaled sharply at (Y/N)'s unexpected action, his body reacting instantly to her touch. He bit his lip, trying to keep a straight face and not react outwardly, but the sensation was hard to ignore.

Cassandra's face went red with embarrassment and anger, her shame and humiliation mounting with every word that came out of (Y/N) mouth.

"You...you know nothing of what I can do," she snapped back, trying to salvage her dignity. "I could make Telemachus happy, and content. I would be a loving and devoted wife."

"Then your eyes may not be working, look at him." (Y/N) points, smirking at him as she continues her wandering hands.

"He's completely happy with me." (Y/N) points out, before biting his shoulder.

Telemachus's breath hitched again at (Y/N)'s bite, and he couldn't help the soft moan that escaped his lips, his body trembling slightly under her touch.

Cassandra's eyes widened in surprise and annoyance at the sound, and anger flared up in her eyes.

"He's...he's just...he's clearly just in a vulnerable state," she sputtered out, trying to find a way to explain away Telemachus's reaction. "Any...any man would react that way to a woman touching him like that."

"Oh, is that so? Then watch." (Y/N) suddenly stops her hands, hovering in front of him.

Telemachus whimpered audibly as (Y/N) took away her touch, his body craving the sensation of her hands on him again. He had a feeling that (Y/N) was up to something, but he couldn't help his body's natural reaction to her.

"(Y/N)...please," he said, his voice strained with desire. "Don't stop. I need...I need you to touch me."

(Y/N) smirked at the princess, before continuing her intimate touches to the Prince, particularly to in between his legs.

Telemachus let out a relieved sigh as (Y/N)'s hands returned to him, her touch sending ripples of pleasure through his entire body. He leaned into her touch, his eyelids fluttering as she caressed his sensitive areas.

Cassandra's face was now a deep shade of red, her ears burning with the combined humiliation and anger. She bristled at (Y/N)'s actions, her fists clenched at her sides.

"I...how...how dare you," she spluttered, her voice shaking with fury. "You...you...harlot!"

"Think all you want, but this one's mine." (Y/N) declares with a smirk, as she fastens her stroking through his clothes.

"You should be even thanking me, for allowing you to see such a sight that I have the pleasure of seeing everyday." (Y/N) taunted, as Telemachus reached his high, staining his loincloth, falling onto (Y/N) arms, his head on her shoulder with his head tilted towards her as she kisses him passionately.

Cassandra stood there, watching in shocked disbelief as Telemachus came undone in (Y/N)'s arms, a mix of emotions rushing through her mind. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, anger, and a touch of envy, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the intimate scene before her.

Finally, she shook her head, snapping out of her daze, and spun around, her gown whipping around her. She dashed off, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

As the Princess ran away, (Y/N) drops to her knees with Telemachus, assisting him with his weak knees.

"Are you alright, My Love? Was I too rough?" (Y/N) asked in worry, running a hand on his hair.

Telemachus sagged against (Y/N), his body trembling slightly as he tried to regain his composure. He buried his face against her neck, taking several deep breaths to steady himself, the scent of her calming him down instantly.

"No, no, love," he reassured her, his voice hoarse. "You were...perfect. I just...I got a little overwhelmed there, that's all."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touch you like that without your permission." (Y/N) pulls him into her arms, her cheek on his shoulder.

Telemachus shook his head, pulling her to his lap. "You didn't do anything I didn't like," he reassured her, his arms encircling her waist. "In fact, I loved every second of it. I just...it was just a bit intense, that's all. And in front of someone like Cassandra, too..."

"It's just...she was trying to take you from me, so I got..." (Y/N) looks away from him, blushing, she didn't want to admit she was jealous.

Telemachus chuckled, his arms wrapping tightened around her. "I know, my love," he said, his voice gentle and soothing. "And believe me, I would never let anyone take me away from you. I'm yours, and only yours. And I always will be."

(Y/N) sighs, leaning into his arms. "I love you, Telemachus, we may always have sex most of the time, heck, we had sex the second day we met, but regardless, I love you, not just for our intimate pleasures, but for everything, and I'll be damned to let anyone take you away from me." (Y/N) professes while stroking his cheek.

Telemachus's heart swelled at her words, her declaration of love and devotion filling him with a warm, fuzzy sensation. He smiled, turning his head to place a kiss on her palm.

"I love you too, (Y/N)," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "Even with our...frequent intimate encounters, I also love you for who you are. You're my partner, my confidante, my best friend, and most importantly, my soulmate. And I would never, ever let anyone take me away from you, either."

"It's such a shame that I...soiled myself." Telemachus blushes, closing his legs as best he could with her on his lap.

(Y/N) smiled, before licking his cheek. "I can clean it up if you want~." She offers with a mischievous grin, making Telemachus blush.

"You can't be saying and doing such things! Especially in the Hall!" Telemachus scolded her as she laughs, her forehead on his shoulder.

She laughed as Telemachus couldn't help but notice that (Y/N)'s hair was a mess, despite the fact that they hadn't engaged in their "routine" yet. He tilted his head, a curious expression on his face.

"Love, your hair looks...disheveled," he noted, running his fingers through her locks. "It's not the usual after-bed head."

"I was running around trying to look for you, I was serious about the goodbye kiss." (Y/N) admits, blushing a bit.

Telemachus chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"You look adorable when you're blushing, love," he teased, his fingers continuing to comb through her hair.

"But it's good to know that my kisses are that important to you. I'll make sure to give you plenty of them, even when I'm busy."

"You better." (Y/N) pouted up at him, as he fixed up her hair for her.

Telemachus chuckled again, his eyes sparkling with affection as he finished fixing up her hair.

"Don't pout, love," he said, pinching her cheek playfully. "You know I can't resist you when you look at me like that."

He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her once more, his touch gentle but possessive.

Suddenly, they heard more screaming where Odysseus and Laertes are.

Telemachus groaned, reluctantly breaking away from (Y/N)'s embrace.

"I wonder what's going on now..." he muttered, standing up and offering his hand to (Y/N).

"I suppose we better go see what's happening. Stay close, and don't wander off again, love."

Telemachus and (Y/N) quickly make their way towards the source of the commotion, hand in hand. As they approach, they see that the commotion is centered around Odysseus and Laertes.

Odysseus is locked in a heated argument with a group of men, while Laertes stands nearby, looking torn between anger and exhaustion.

"You killed our brothers, our nephews, our heirs!" one man shouted. "We demand reparations, a sum of gold for each life taken!"

"That's ludicrous!" Laertes retorted. "Your kin were thieves and traitors, attempting to usurp our throne! Odysseus and Telemachus had every right to defend himself and his family's honor!"

The men just scoffed, their lips curling into sneers.

"Honor? You speak of honor after slaughtering our kin?!" one of them spat, his face reddening with fury. "You think money will make up for their loss? We want revenge, justice for our fallen family!"

Odysseus shook his head, his jaw clenched in irritation.

"I'm not giving you a single drachma," he said, his tone firm and unyielding. "Your kin were given a choice, and they chose violence. They knew the consequences of their actions, and they paid the price."

The men bristled at Odysseus's words, their anger growing with each passing moment. Their demands grew more outrageous, demanding not only gold but also land, titles, and even the freedom to wed any woman of their choosing.

Telemachus scowled, shaking his head at the audacity of the men's demands. He stepped forward.

"This is absurd," he said, his voice sharp and cold. "You have no right to make such demands, nor do you deserve any reparation for the lives of your kin. They were enemies, and they were dealt with accordingly. Your outrage is misplaced."

The men took a step closer, their anger now directed towards Telemachus.

"You dare to speak to us like that, you upstart brat?" one of them snarled. "You think you're so high and mighty now that you have your father's throne? Well, let me tell you-"

But Telemachus cut him off, his gaze steely. "I am the next king of Ithaca," he said firmly. "And I will not be intimidated by your empty threats. You have no claim to anything, least of all my compassion or forgiveness."

Odysseus's thoughts turned dark as he listened to the men's demands. He knew all too well that blood feuds were bitter and long-lasting, and that granting the men's demands would only escalate the violence further.

"Enough!" he finally snapped, his voice booming. "You have no right to come into MY home and make demands of ME! You want vengeance for the deaths of your kin? Fine! But I will not give you gold, land, nor shall you marry any of my people. Your kin made their choices, and they paid the price."

(Y/N) frowns, glaring at the Suitors families, her hand twitching, itching, planning, as a storm seemed to brew outside the palace.

Odysseus's voice continued to rise, his anger and frustration palpable. "You speak of honor and justice, but you know nothing of either. Your kin were villains and cowards, unworthy of my mercy or compassion."

The storm outside seemed to reflect Odysseus's mood, the sky darkening and the wind picking up. A few of the men blanched at the sight, clearly unnerved by the weather.

Suddenly, the air around them stilled, the Families stood in place as if stopped in time, with only Odysseus, Telemachus, and Egeria being able to move.

And with a silent gust of wind, Athena appeared, she turned her attention to Odysseus, her gaze softening slightly.

"Odysseus," she began "You have endured much, and I know your patience wears thin. But violence and bloodshed will not bring you or your people lasting peace."

"And for that, I'll give you my help, once more." Athena raises her hand to the Families, a glow flowed from her hand to their heads

"I wiped their memories of their lost families, once this is over, they go back to their ships in a trance like nothing happened." Athena explains, turning to Odysseus.

Odysseus looked at her in shock, before bowing to the Goddess.

"Thank you, Athena," he said, his voice steady once more. "You have my gratitude once again for your aid."

Telemachus follows suit, bowing to Athena, and pulling a reluctant (Y/N) to bow as well.

"Thank you, Athena." Telemachus says, gratefully.

"Yes, Thank you..." (Y/N) mutters reluctantly with a frown, looking onto the ground, Athena notices it, but doesn't speak out about it, given their difficult relationship.

With a snap, the Families grew silent, and with a trance, they began walking back to their ships, one by one, they began sailing off, like they were never here.

Odysseus watched the ships vanish into the horizon and murmured, "With their memories cleansed and their hearts unburdened, the gods have granted me peace at last."

Telemachus approached his father with a smile and said, "Father, after all these years of struggle, it's time we fill this hall with laughter and song again—tonight, we celebrate your return."

Festivities and celebrations erupted throughout The Kingdom as news of Odysseus's return spread. The people of Ithaca were overjoyed to have their king returned to them after his long absence, and they threw a lavish feast in his honor. Nobles, servants, and commoners alike gathered in the palace courtyard, feasting and drinking, dancing and singing.

Odysseus was the center of attention, surrounded by well-wishers and admirers. Telemachus and (Y/N) at a roundtable near him, watching as Odysseus basked in the adulation of his people with Penelope in one arm.

Odysseus recounts the time when he was on the run from Poseidon, the god of the sea, who had cursed him for blinding his son, the monstrous Cyclops. Odysseus describes his harrowing journeys through treacherous seas, battling monstrous creatures and facing deadly storms.

The people listen intently, enthralled by Odysseus's tale of survival and resilience. Telemachus, too, is captivated by his father's story he never truly knew until now.

"And as I neared Ithaca, Poseidon himself emerged from the depths, vowing to drown the entire island unless I threw myself into the sea. Thinking of you and your mother, I didn’t hesitate—I leapt, believing it would be my end. In that instant, I nearly glimpsed your grandmother, my fallen comrades, and the afterlife itself. But then, the windbag intervened, saving me from the abyss. To honor my lost comrades, I delivered 600 strikes with Poseidon's own tridents, a fitting tribute to their sacrifice." Odysseus recounts, lifting his hands as if lifting the trident once more.

Telemachus listened in awe to his father's tale, his eyes wide with amazement. He had heard stories of his father's adventures, but it was another thing to hear it directly from his father's lips.

(Y/N) on the other hand, nearly toppled her goblet, shaking. Telemachus noticed it.

Telemachus reached out a hand to steady her goblet, his gaze concerned.

"Love, are you alright?" he asked quietly, noticing her shaking hand.

"I-I'm fine, I guess I just have too much to drink." (Y/N) smiles sheepishly, before standing up.

"I'm feeling a bit woozy, It's best I retire to your room for the night." (Y/N) says, still stiff.

Telemachus frowned, unconvinced by (Y/N)'s excuses.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" he asked, looking at her closely. "You're not your usual self, love. Is there something bothering you?"

(Y/N) takes a deep breath, before hugging him over the shoulder

"Nothing, My Love, don't mind me. enjoy the festivities, you didn't get a chance to bond with your Father, I'll just be in your room." (Y/N) pecked his cheek, before turning to enter the palace, to the Prince's room.

Telemachus watched (Y/N) walk away, unease settling over him. He knew something was bothering her, but he didn't want to push her. He turned his attention back to his father's tales, but his mind kept drifting to (Y/N) and the strange mood she was in.

As (Y/N) enters Telemachus's room, she takes a deep breath, hugging herself, before removing her hair pieces onto Telemachus's desk, and walking to the balcony, a tight frown on her lips.

"Show yourself, I know you're watching me, Athena." (Y/N) calls out, leaning out the balcony.

With the sound of the wind, Athena revealed herself. She appeared next to (Y/N), her expression unreadable.

"Why are you here?." (Y/N) asked, barely looking at her.

"Why else? To check on you," Athena replied, her tone neutral. "You seem distressed, more so than usual when I'm around."

"Gee, I wonder why..." (Y/N) looks at her at the side of her eye.

"Cousin."

"Still bitter at me?" Athena remarked. "It's been years, (Y/N). You can't hold a grudge forever."

"How can I not? When you punished my Mother for being defiled by Poseidon in your temple, which she didn't asked for it...she begged for your help...she was your Priestess...but you cursed her." (Y/N) mutters with a tight frown.

Athena's expression hardened at (Y/N) words, her tone turning cold.

"Your mother was a priestess, a devoted servant to me. Yet, she let herself be defiled in my holy temple. She brought shame upon herself and her station, and I could not just let that go unpunished."

"Then why are you here? To tell me what you did was right?" (Y/N) asked, her temper being tested.

Athena's eyes narrowed at (Y/N) tone, but she remained composed.

"No, I am not here to defend my actions, young one. What's done is done." Athena leans over the balcony.

"Your Father knows you're here."

Egeria's eyes widened, stiffening before looking at the ground where the celebration is taking place, seeing happy faces, seeing Telemachus being able to get to know his father, after so long of waiting, she bit her lip.

"What does he want?"

"He wants to see you, to have a word with you." Athena replies, her expression giving nothing away.

"I highly doubt that." (Y/N) quickly answers with a bite.

"For the past 20 years, he didn't bother to see me, when I was Hera's Student, he didn't even spare me much of a glance, he wants something else." (Y/N) points out, looking at Athena seriously.

Athena nodded, a solemn expression on her face. "You're right, Poseidon is a complicated god."

"But you are just as stubborn as your father," the goddess continued. "And you seem to have developed quite the attachment to Odysseus's son."

"Does Telemachus know of your heritage? That you are Poseidon's daughter?" Athena inquired, her eyes watching.

"That's something he doesn't need to know." (Y/N) answers, glaring at Athena

"And why not?" Athena countered, her tone challenging. "He deserves to know the truth about who you are and where you come from."

"Where I come from? From a God who made sure his Father couldn't come home for 10 years after the war? Or from your Priestess who you, His Mentor, turned into a Gorgon." (Y/N) asked, turning her head towards Athena.

"A child of a God and a Cursed human, face it, Cousin, He'll see me as a monster, and he'll...." (Y/N) trials off, looking at Telemachus's smiling face celebrating with Odysseus like he's the only one keeping her sane.

"He'll leave me, force me out of Ithaca..."

Athena's expression softened, her eyes filled with some sort of pity.

"You're letting your insecurities and fears consume you," Athena said gently. "Telemachus loves you, that much is clear. Do you really think he would leave you simply because you are Poseidon's daughter?"

"Not just Poseidon, My Mother, Medusa." (Y/N) points out, looking out at the sea, where Gibraltar is.

"I don't know what I'll do without him...I'll simply die..."

Athena sighed, looking at (Y/N) with sympathy.

"You need to have more faith in yourself, Cousin," Athena said. "You are stronger than you think. And Telemachus is a good man, he will accept you for who you are, despite your heritage."

"Just out with it with your news." (Y/N) walks into Telemachus's bed, laying down on it, not wanting to hear any encouragement from her perceived tormentor.

Athena rolled her eyes at (Y/N)'s childish behavior, but didn't call her out on it. "Very well," she said, clearing her throat.

"Poseidon has learned of Telemachus and your...dalliances. And he's not exactly pleased with this turn of events."

"Be cautious. Poseidon has not forgotten his hatred for Odysseus. And he will use any means to get back at him, even if it means harming those around him."

Athena continued on. "And you, (Y/N), you carry the blood of Poseidon in your veins. Poseidon may seek to use you as a pawn in his twisted games. You must watch your steps carefully."

"...Just leave..." (Y/N) mutters, her back towards her, hugging herself tightly.

Athena sighed, realizing her words had little effect.

"Very well. But remember, (Y/N), the fates are unpredictable." With that, the goddess of wisdom disappeared, leaving (Y/N) alone with her thoughts.

(Y/N) lays and the bed, before curling in on herself, crying, sobbing heavily, as the festivities goes on just outside the palace.

(A/N: I'm bored, ask me anything you want to know about River Maiden! (Y/N))

[happilivedelicativecollective86]

0. I "repeat myself" because you repeat the same lies over and over again. My answers won't change unless your lies do.

1. Except January 6th doesn't just fit the blanket definition of an insurrection, it fits the definition that's implied and inferred under federal law. The term insurrection is never defined in US law. Since it was a violent uprising against the government. January 6th is OBJECTIVELY AN INSURRECTION. And now amount of denial from you people (trump supporters) will change this fact.

2. I understand the difference and have literally explained it. An insurrection is a violent uprising against an authority (most commonly a government), and a coup is the unlawful seizure of power from a government. January 6th is an insurrection because it was a violent uprising against the US government. January 6th was not a coup because they failed to illegally seize power from the government and prevent the peaceful transfer of power. January 6th is an insurrection but only an attempted/failed coup.

3. I didn't nullify any point. I pointed out how despite the general definition of the term insurrection being applicable to a wide number of things, both the general definition and the commonly agreed upon legal definition apply to January 6th. Even under the most reserved definition of an insurrection, January 6th is still an insurrection.

4. You people as in trump supporters. Not that hard to understand. Heavily implied even.

5. I do have a basis considering you perpetuated 3 easily refutable lies about them.

Plus the antifascist movement is not made of "real actual Nazis". Read up on the paradox of Intolerance. Society should not extend tolerance to the intolerant, because the intolerant would eventually dominate and wipe out tolerant. The most tolerant of people should and must be intolerant of people who identify as Nazis.

Even though the antifascist movement engages in political violence and censorship, it's mostly good since they almost exclusively target neo Nazis, people who already engage in political violence and censorship. They just treat them with their own medicine.

It's OKAY to oppress self identified Nazis, since Nazis want to oppress (and kill) YOU.

You cannot and should not peacefully accept the political existence of those who want you oppressed, silenced, and dead. And labeling the antifascist movement as evil for treating neo Nazis how they try to treat others is like shaming a child for grabbing his father's belt.

6. Some officers were severely beaten and it's well documented.

There may not be video proof of officers slipping in blood, but more than just Edwards has claimed it.

They opened more doors do avoid a stampede, which is a perfect valid reasons since one of the people who died that day was literally crushed in a stampede, and there easily could have been more if they didn't open more doors.

I think you're glossing over the fact that the first doors weren't opened by staff, they were opened by people who BROKE IN. Officers never "invited" anyone in. They opened more doors for safety reasons after people had already begun flooding the building.

7. It's not an error and I'm not lying.

It's well documented that there were still Congress members on the house floor when Babbit was shot because they weren't done evacuating yet, despite what you have claimed about the floor being empty except for the guards.

It's well documented that Byrd did warn Babbit that he would shoot her if she didn't stand down multiple times.

Video of the shooting shows that Byrd only fired a single shot at Babbit, who was the only person he could clearly shoot and did not fire "blindly into a group of people" as you have claimed.

The very nature of Babbit trying to break down a barricade separating the house floor and the members on it from a group of potentialy violent rioters was enough for Byrd's decision to be considered self defense.

Babbit endangered every guard and Congress member there with her actions, and her own inability to stand down and follow directions even when being justifiably held a gunpoint was the reason she lost her life.

It's an open notes test and some dense motherfuckers still can't figure out the answers.

[gracie-eilish]

Hii!💓

I saw your post about the Taylor Billie crossover and that’s such a cute idea!!!! I thought maybe you could write a fic inspired by seven. (smth about homophobic parents and reader goes to live with Billie. Like the bridge)

Please don’t feel pressured to write this xx

i think you should come live with me… and we could be pirates ✨🌿🌙🤍🪐

warnings: mention of homophobic parents, i tried to keep it as light and fluffy as i could!!it’s kinda long as well! i didn’t wanna break it into two parts lol!

an: thank you for the request!! i’m so sorry it took so long to get out😭😭 this song means a lot to me and my friends as i’m sure it does to a lot of people so i wanted it to be good!! i hope you like it!🫣🤞☺️

an: two fics in one day!! woo!! i’m working my way through requests and tryinggg to finish up some other long fics (my peachy babies i see you and it’s happening i promise!!) thank you as always for ur patience. also just wanted to say thanks for the love this last month!! it’s been almost a month since i started posting and i love it here:) anywhosies!! here’s seven.

august 13th, 6:57pm, Coopersburg, PA.

the babble of the creek beneath you, the squeaking of the tire swing, and the birds chirping created a melody, sweeter than any song billie had written before. and mixed with the sound of your sweet giggles, billie was sure she was in heaven.

the sun was starting to drift under the horizon giving the sky a gorgeous coral hue, mixed with a hint of violet and navy, but not too dark yet. the air was warm, like a fluffy blanket straight out of the dryer.

“billie!! you’re going too high!! i’m too scared to jump!!” you squealed, giggling furiously. your braids billie had done for you earlier flew behind you as billie pushed the swing again, sending you higher, making you feel like you were flying amongst the trees.

billie grabbed the rope, slowing down the swing so she could be level with you again. you looked over at her before grabbing her arm and pulling her closer, before sealing the gap between you with a kiss. billie wrapped her arms around your waist, melting into your arms, only pulling away when you both smiled into the kiss. you tasted like the sweet tea you had been drinking, your mason jar now sat forgotten on a rock nearby.

“hi mama,” she whispered onto her lips, making you blush furiously and scrunch your nose. she pecked your nose before maneuvering you on the swing so she could sit too, pulling you onto her lap. one arm draped around your waist and the other holding the swings rope.

“baby can i talk to you about something?” billie started, a nervous edge to her voice. you turned your head, a curious yet concerned look in your eye, nodding for her to continue.

“how umm… how are your parents lately?” she held her breath waiting for you to answer.

your parents. how you loved them dearly.. until they stopped loving you. they said they still did, but their words and actions and beliefs said differently.

a few years back you had innocently asked your mom about how she knew she liked boys. your mom just looked at you funny, saying that every girl likes boys… there’s no question about it. that’s how god made girls. girls grow up and fall in love with boys, and become wives, and mothers, and that’s how it goes.

sensing her edge you backed off, retreating to your room that night feeling more confused than ever. if you weren’t supposed to like girls… then why did you feel this way?? why did your heart beat faster around them, and why do your hands get so sweaty near them, and why do you get nauseous thinking about being a man’s wife one day, but melt into a puddle thinking about being a woman’s wife one day….

falling in love with a woman, sleeping next to a woman, holding her, touching her, kissing her, making love to her…. walking down the aisle to her, holding her hand while bringing your babies into the world with her, raising those children with her, growing old with her…

as you got older it became harder to hide. it was obvious to anyone with eyes. especially after you met billie. i mean who wouldn’t fall in love with her?

you’re parents found out about you and billie when they caught you kissing one night out back. you had told them that you two were gonna go look at stars, and planets, and you did… just the ones in her eyes instead of the sky.

because they “still had love for you,” they sent billie home and had a long talk with you about your choices. and though you don’t try to recall them, you’ll never forget the things your parents said to you that night. you hid in your room and called billie panicking. you didn’t want to love anyone else, you couldn’t…

so you and billie continued dating in secret. only meeting up in secret locations and having perfect alibis if your parents caught on. while you still lived at home, and luckily your parents didn’t suspect a thing, you cried every night. you wanted so badly to escape, to be free from them. to be free…

“umm.. they’re good i guess. getting older sooo you know. they’re getting weird with me growing up and all that i guess. i’m looking forwards to moving out one day though.” billie nodded and gave your waist a squeeze before setting her chin on your shoulder.

you let out a watery laugh, “my mom keeps trying to set me up with all the church guys. even if i wasn’t gay they’re sooo just not cute.” billie raised her eyebrows and laughed with you.

“really? and what do you find cute missy?” billie teased. you played this game a lot. one of you would describe what you wanted in a girlfriend… and it was just you describing the other.

“wellllllll, i love a girl who’s kind and funny, and she would have these big blue eyes, like little sea crystals, and dark hair that compliments her skin so perfectly. and the cutest little button nose you could ever imagine, and it’s decorated with teensy little freckles. and she would have pink pillowy lips that are impossible not to kiss. ooh and if she could have little dimples that would be a great bonus. WAIT omg and she would sing.” you finished with a smile that said “ta da!!” billie smiled back, cheeks flushed before kissing your own cheek.

“mmm i love you to the moon billie eilish pirate baird o’connell,” you sighed, leaning back into her.

“and i love you to saturn y/f/n y/m/n o’connell,” she murmured back, nose grazing your jaw. you sat back up in shock, turning to face her with the biggest smile on your face. you were totally speechless though, trying to get out a thought.

“y/n?”

“yes?”

“i think you should come live with me… and we could be pirates,” she added playfully.

“then you won’t have to cry… or hide in the closet,” she said softly. your smile faltered a bit, not in disappointment but in shock. you knew billie’s family loved you, and you were old enough to be on your own.

“really?” you whispered. billie nodded with a small smile.

“run away with me lovey. pack your jellycats and a sweater. we’ll move you away from there forever.”

you practically pounced onto her, kissing her so fiercely.

“we can’t tell anyone. other than your family of course.”

“cross my heart, won’t tell no other.” billie promised, crossing over her heart with her finger.

your love would last so long…

years later…

august 22nd, 6:48 pm, Los Angeles, CA

you and billie were laid out among the weeds in the grass, billie sat with her hands behind her, while your back was to her front, sitting in between her legs.

“you know, i still remember hiding in that field back in PA. i can still picture you in the trees… high in the sky on that old swing.”

you hummed a small laugh, closing your eyes at the memory. your little hiding spot all those years ago. you now both lay in a similar spot, near your home in LA. after living with Billie’s family for a few years, the two of you moved out together to your own place.

“mama!!” you opened your eyes at the little voice.

“mama look!! im a pirate!!” your little baby boy, not so little anymore, had one of billie bandanas tied on his head and a stick in his hand as his sword. he showed off his best pirate poses making you and billie giggle.

“buddy you are the best pirate out there!!” billie said to him, fixing the much too big bandana on his little head.

“do you think sissy will wanna be a pirate?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

your hand went to your baby bump where “sissy” resided.

“you know buddy, i’m not sure yet. but i’m sure she would love to,” you said, softly caressing his little face. he smiled before running back to his spot, continuing his pirate adventure.

as the two of you watched your little boy play around, billie leaned down to press kisses to your cheek, your eyes closing in total bliss, and she brought her own hand to your growing bump.

“i love you to the moon mrs. o’connell,” she whispered into your ear. the name still making you blush after all this time.

“and i love you to saturn.”

your love would last so long…

✨🌿🌙🤍🪐

[thatbitchery]

HOW TO SCHOOL ; A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE BY A CHAIN SCHOOLER.

Given I've been in school for 21years continuously now I'll say at this point I'm a professional in the art of schooling x studying, at least the ADHD ver. Random tips;

Go to your strengths and align with them. If you're a thinker go to the thinkings the math the Eng Lit or Lit the Calculus the classes that require for your to think. If you're a knower go to the knowings the history the Geography the Religion the Biology etc. If you're a doer go to the doings the Math the Physics the IT the Business. Go where your strengths are why suffer.

Your reputation does, in fact, proceed you. Teachers are just people and like people they are biased. School is for networking 190000× more than it is for education. And teachers are people too that can and should be networked with. If you need me to teach you how to build a reputation in school I will.

All rounders make it farthest. My formula is - one sport that does what I need it to (volleyball for cardio) and do everything in my power to be captain (I've always been). Two, a club that ticks my boxes. This has always been journalism club for me I knewww I wanted to be in journalism and communication early. Being part of the school paper (was chair in high school and editor in Uni). Leadership of student body (House captain for me. In high school. Wanted Library captain so bad but heh. Could be just being in the student council. My tip, high rank low responsibility) and take part in the most mediocre activity around (for me was Christian Council. All we did was nothing). It's the basis of- Who are you? And in life who you are is more important than what you know. Or better - what do people know you as? Keeping in mind it follows you. How people see an ex beauty queen isn't the same way they see an Ex head of student council. Also the busier you are the less time you have for all that. Alll of that. That drama thing you keep getting caught up in. + Your networks are wider so you skip the loneliness tax ie the number of things you do because you're lonely. The scrolling. The getting clingy and attached to random people that give you attention for 6 seconds. The dating people you don't even like. The over eating and over spending and- loneliness tax. We know it. Some of y'all on Tumblr rn paying it.

Always. Always. Alwaysss look your best in the most natural way possible. The world does not take kindly to unkempt women and it also doesn't want to know you pour energy into being kempt. What does this have to do with school? If you're below 25 likely you've spent 3/4 of your life in school. That's a lot of time for people to be taking jabs at your appearance or bullying you or talking hell behind your back or not coming into your space because there's no value attached to it (bc girl to girl, before you hit 25 your only value is your beauty. Again why I don't want you to date). Just make your hair and skin and nails and steam your clothes and don't look homeless it's that easy. And don't wear the eyelash extensions that look fake or the fillers or the red lips or- as natural as possible. It's school. Unless you want slaaat treatment .

Use your syllabus. I can not explain enough how much this is the way to study. Every start of semester your professor is required to release the syllabus. It has topics, subs and objectives. You see the objectives? Use those as study guides. By the end of that topic you should be able to answer the objectives if framed as questions.

Pre- during- post. You study the material pre class, on the day you'll have the class. Just go through it try answer questions. During class you listen and make side notes. After class you make the notes in writing and then go to the questions. If there are YouTube or Video or Audio explanations listen to them after making the notes and make sure you know what they're on about. DO NOT SLEEP if you know for a fact you can not recall it all. Scary hour night ver- get a pen and blank paper, offhead use objectives to write all you remember, go through the notes one more time. Thank me later.

Brown Noise White Noise- this is bs. Do what works for you there's no study noise that's standardized. I need to listen to cars and people talking noises to study some people need to listen to white noise I know someone that listens to Kpop some need no background noise so no one cares. The one rule is- IT CAN NOT BE IN A LANGUAGE YOU UNDERSTAND. The background noise CAN NOT BE IN A LANGUAGE YOU UNDERSTAND.

Niche. The niches are where it's at. Don't know what language to learn? Norwegian. How many people you know have self taught Norwegian. Exactly. If I said I speak french and someone says they speak Norwegian, automatically who sounds more disciplined and interesting? See the class that has 5 kids? Take that one for extra creds. Swimming? Deep sea diving. Stand out. Stand out.

Information retention happens in activity. Study sitting recall walking around or running or cleaning etc. The science is when you're active you need to be 10× more alert because your body id constantly scamming for threats and when you're sitting you signal to your body you're safe sooo why would it be that alert? Do your active recall on your morning jog. not yoga not activities meant for relaxing. (PS biohacking is a whole superpower and I'd teach you but I don't agree with the popular methods {when have I ever} and given my autism they probably only work for me so find your ver. Andrew Huberman is so extensive on this)

Have a signature. Sit same spot daily , have a same scent, have things that make you memorable and are associated with you. Why does it matter in school - for the exact same reason it matters everywhere, coupled by under 25 that's where you spend 3/4 of your life?

Mind the business that pays you. Stay in your lane, do your thing. Never commit to one group of friends and talk to everyone. Don't play social justice warrior matter of fact if you have to play a role move all the way over to Blair Waldorf Alison De Laurentis kind of bitchy but without being queen bee that's. Lmao. What is that. Do your thing and go home. Hang out with as many people as you can. Don't commit don't pick a side mind the business that pays you.

I'm begging you to be financially smart. Unfortunately there's no standard for this so we can work it out one on one I have all the time in the world pre August we can do it.

Boys. Stay. As. Far. Away. From. Those. I don't want you to date girls either I don't want you to date at all idc where you swing but generally I want you to know what ever a man does the women closest to him will pay for it. Even just *friends* yes be acquaintances yes hang out but NEVER let a man be a part of your identity all his problems will be yours but ×10 by associations. You see how Rihanna said 'your wife in the backseat of my car' when it's the man that messed up? that's life. THATS LIFE. Whatever a man does, the women around him will pay for it 1000×, and it's almost impossible to shake out a man's social imprint on you. Even just by vicinity. In the least literal sense of the phrase, fuck all these men.

[ledesaid]

Billy body-swaps #6

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Never had he been so happy to finish his twelve hours as he was right now.

Doomsday didn't wait for them to bring Superman. Would any villain wait like a gentleman? No!

So Billy had to dive right in after a crash course from Batman on how to throw a right hook and escape.

He didn't expect that, but there were many injured heroes at play.

It was only a very long five minutes and Superman had taken over immediately.

Then...

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He doesn't know for sure how long it takes his new host to jump, but the lack of a dramatic change outside the debris of Metropolis tells Billy that forcing a jump, doesn't necessarily mean he will return to his body.

Billy: Does anyone need help?!

He forces himself to shout.

There's no one to answer his call, and that's good. The voice helps him recognize that he's a... teenager. And the logo on his chest gives him a very good idea.

Billy: I'm Flash again!?

A red blur stops next to him. Billy falls from the shock and keeps his distance.

Billy: Oh heavens, you're Flash!... then who am I?

With a whisper, he continued analyzing the suit he was wearing, the yellow tones didn't give him any help... did Flash have a sidekick?

Flash: You're my nephew, Kid Flash. You don't know how happy I am to see you here. I mean, my nephew is grounded for joining without permission, but I'm glad it worked out.

Billy: It's great that I wear your logo again! Although the first time, I ended up in the Watchtower all day.

Flash: Kid, this is very dangerous, I can't get you out of here without being crushed by Doomsday...

Billy: I can hide if that helps.

Flash: No, I need you to run with me, kid. Are you ready?

Billy: Aye, aye, Captain!

Flash laughs as Billy expected.

Flash: Okay! Keep your distance and help me make a wall with the debris. If you run very fast, it won't be a problem and a free tip: Don't open your mouth while running! Flies don't taste good.

Billy: Got it! And Flash... when this is over, can we race?

Flash: As many as you want, kid, you've earned it.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | U are here

[autistic-zukoao3]

IT'S MY TIME TO SHINE

My hometown used to be called Hog Heaven because well, it was heaven for hogs. There used to be a lot of prairie land that wild boars would live in. We had thousands of wild hogs. Fast forward ~100 years and now there are a lot more human and hog interactions due to housing being built farther and farther.

When I was a kid, everyone knew you stayed the fuck out of fields because that's where the hogs lived. At least, everyone local knew this. It was such common knowledge that nobody thought to make sure adults knew this.

I went to a day camp near one of the hog fields, but far enough away that we didn't have to worry about them. We could go outside and play without worry. It was, in terms of closeness to hogs, a perfect place for that building to be located. Employed at this day camp were, primarily, college students. Most of them either walked or biked to work. Now, remember earlier how I said the idea of warning adults about the hogs and their fields didn't really cross anyone's mind? Yeah.

Enter the scene, worker "Drew" (changing his name for anonymity). Drew was everyone's favourite at the camp since he was the nicest and most likely to play. Well, I shouldn't say everyone's favourite. Some kids were down bad for another worker.

Anyway.

So on this particular day, Drew decided that he wanted to take a shortcut to the building. A shortcut through... *tense silence* *tense silence* *tense silence* the field.

The Field had grass(?) that was roughly 6 feet tall. Picture a lion in a savanna, you know? That type of vibe. You couldn't really see for shit in the grass. The ground was also very uneven and full of gopher holes among other various rodent dens. The dirt was pretty loose too, a thick coating of top soil. The few times I walked through it (at that time the hogs had been forced out though) I had a very hard time walking without tripping every other step. So, that was the terrain that Drew put himself in.

Just like most of the others, Drew was a college student from out of state. (Apparently lived in Italy for a bit as a kid and fended off some robbers with a light saber once, but that's not relevant.) Being nonlocal, Drew was completely unaware of our hogs, and thought a shortcut through the field would be a great adventure.

He was wrong.

Drew reported that everything was fine at first. He was struggling a bit with all the holes, but that wasn't a big issue. Minutes passed as Drew stumbled along, careful to not step in any gopher homes. The birds chirped and the grass rustled softly in the summer breeze.

And then he heard it.

Loud, angry snorts. Then, the sound of something digging into dirt, like a bull preparing to charge. Drew was not about to fuck around and find out. He began to jog, only to hear the sound of thundering cloven feet behind him. Drew breaks into a dead sprint, adrenaline and instinct taking over as he deftly avoids holes, and keeps himself balanced on the loose silt underfoot. His heart hammers in his chest as whatever is giving chase lets out an ungodly, squealing scream. Drew runs ever faster, monkey brain having fully taken over at this point. Finally, he can just make out the street ahead, peeking through the breaks in the grass. Salvation is blessedly within sight. With a final pump of pure adrenaline, Drew breaks through the grass and into the road, not stopping until he reaches the other side. Once he does, he turns around to see a massive boar huffing at the edge of the grass, proud tusks on display.

Drew did not take the shortcut again.

Also he was very sweaty upon his arrival, and I've never seen a man look so haunted yet so full of energy.

not only are wild boars dangerous but farmers still keep having fatal and almost fatal encounters with domestic piggies. I’m a pig enthusiast. nobody really thinks about how dangerous they are. they have a reputation for eating human bodies for a reason. 700 pound incredibly stubborn and smart omnivorous animals with remarkably sharp teeth. usually they’re friends but when they’re foes, they’re terrible foes.

[mattatouilletkachuk]

#6 with Quinn? I imagine it similar to him reacting to the exploding golf ball with the whole exasperated “that’s gotta count for something. He does something big but mundane (such as carrying your groceries for you or something) and is just tired or exasperated in saying it :)

A Disastrous Decoration || Chaos With Quinn

Prompt: 6. “i think i deserve a kiss.”

WC: 1.3k

A/N: I’m so excited! I haven’t gotten a Quinn request yet! So I’m going to make this a part of The Hockey Babies Au & Chaos With Quinn.

💕 Sunny’s Season of Love 💕

Whoever it was that claimed that making cupcakes for the whole of the preschool classes would be easier than other jobs was simply lying. You were sweating and huffing and puffing as you pulled the third tray of cupcakes out of the over and placing the, on the granite counter top. Without closing the oven door you placed two more trays into the oven and started the timer again.

Your young daughter watched your every move, or, more so, watched every single cupcake that came out of the oven. The small cakes were all vanilla as Miss. Kathleen suggested. No kid in Oliver's class had a nut allergy nor did the kids in the other preschool classes, but in her own words "it was better safe than sorry."

For days on end, you and Quinn had to hear about the Valentines Days Party that the entire preschool was throwing. You were happy that your oldest child was happy but when he came home with a paper asking all parents and caretakers to join in and hep with the party, your own excitement had waned a bit. You were the one to take Oliver to school, and your daughter to her tumble bug classes, and at the end of the day you either picked Quinn up from practice or stayed to watch his games, and on top of all of that, you helped a small mom and pop business in Vancouver in all aspects so they wouldn't have to close down.

The next day, while the kids were out of the house and it was just you and your fiance you had come up with a plan. You would ask Miss. Kathleen for an easier way to help and if there wasn't an easier job, well then, you would work on the cupcakes together,

Despite her small stature and seemingly kind nature, your son's preschool teacher was not one to budge. Most jobs were already taken and one of the few parents that could afford to buy all of the supplies to bake and decorate over one hundred cupcakes it would be you and Quinn,

That's how you ended up here. Sweating and mixing a new bunch of vanilla cupcakes as your two-year-old watched you like a starved dog. Quinn was out getting icing, edible glitter,candy rings and other things to decorate the cupcakes as you were at home in the middle of a staring contest with your child.

"Do you plan on staring at me the entire time, dear?" you asked,leaning your back against the counter behind you. You rubbed your swollen belly, not yet noticeable if you were wearing an oversized hoodie, but noticeable enough that those closest to you knew that you were pregnant with your third child.

"Can I have a cupcake?" her voice was high and sweet and it was hard not to give in. She was only 1-years-old turning 2-years-old soon, and while she was sneaky she was sweeter than the small cakes on the table.

"If you keep behaving, even after daddy gets homes, you can have a pretty decorated one." you smiled as her face lit up. She nodded in agreement and mimed zipping her mouth so she wouldn't say another word.

It was when you took out the last tray of cupcakes out of the oven that Quinn came through the front door. Your heart swelled at the sight of him. He walked in with all of the grocery bags. He had several in his hands and others draped on his arms and two between his teeth, If there was one things Quinn hated it was making two trips back to the car whilst it was cold outside.

You greeted him as he placed the groceries on the ground. He kissed your cheek, wet and cold, and you tried not to squeal. His smirk told you he knew what he was doing but turned from you and went to grab his little girl as she squealed happily as her dad threw her high up into the air. Eventually he settled her in his arms and brushed her curly dark hair out of her face as he questioned conspiratorially, as if you couldn't hear him him, " were you a good girl for your mommy?"

she nodded quickly, her hair getting in the way of her eyes again.

"If I asked her would she the same thing?"

Yes!" She yelped happily. "Mommy even said that if I kept being good I could have a cupcake when the two of you are down,"

Quinn hummed and pursed his lips as if he were actually thinking about it, You would have paid more attention but at just that moment the baby inside you kicked gently. You knew better than to get Quinn's attention. It was too soon to feel the baby kick from outside just yet. You would just be getting him excited for no reason.

Quinn placed your little girl back down on her island chair and placed a bag of googly eyes in front of hers. Her eyes rounded excitedly whilst yours rounded in horror "Quinn-"

"hold on I have a plan!'" He said as he pulled other items from the bags, You looked at all the supplies, confused. "Lady Bugs!"

"We'll decorate them as lady bugs because hearts are just so over done." He pointed at you, "you'll do the base, The brown underneath and i'll do the red wings and you" he said in a funny voice as he tickled his little girl, "will add the googly eyes and after all of that. mom will add the little hearts for the spots."

you placed your hands on your hips and sighed. "It's a cute design Q, but this is gonna be a mess."

He smiled that wonderful smile at you, the one that could make you do anything and said, "in that case, at least we'll have plenty of happy memories.

"What about Ollie? He'd want to help!" your sweet girl chimed in.

"Oliver is at Garland's house playing with Quint. I'm sure we'll be forgiven when we give him a few cupcakes."

"Otay…"

With the final confirmation of your almost toddler, you all started to decorate.

Ollie came home just as the three of you were finishing "decorating". Some of them had turned out well, but most of them were either entirely red, entirely brown, or had five eyes. After all of the hard work you thought you would have been upset but you couldn't stop laughing every time you looked down at the deformed cupcakes. You and Quinn each took one and you split one for each of your children, and despite the look of them, they were tasty.

Covering your mouth you looked at your boyfriend, a smile on your lips and a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. "I think we should have simply done hearts,"

Quinn nodded and laughed loudly. "I tried, though."

You sighed happily. The soft contentment in your chest took over as you nodded and said, "yeah, you did."

He placed his cupcake down and leaned towards you like an over excited middle school boy, "I think that means I deserve a kiss."

You pretended to think for a moment, "I think your right."

You said this before leaning in and kissing his chastely, His lips were sugary and you were sure your were too. It didn't take long for Quinn to place a sticky hand on your neck and one on your curving waist to pull you closer and to deepen the kiss, There was no protest from you but just as his tongue touched your a choir of 'eewwww" came from your two children.

You both pulled away and laughed softly. Quinn whispered in your ear before going to put the cupcakes away for tomorrow "little cock block”s

[stawberri]

Sinners - heejake (+18)

Summary: just heejake fucking instead of attending their weekly mass.

gender: Smut, church boy, Delinquent, Degradation, BDSM, Knife Play, but there's no blood, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, ass eating, blowjob, Top Lee Heeseung (ENHYPEN), Bottom Sim Jaeyun | Jake (ENHYPEN), Face-Fucking, Troublemaker - Freeform

Ethan's family asked Jaeyun to take Ethan to the church in hopes of their son's change, but little did they know that Jaeyun hides something sinful beneath his angelic smile.

"Dad, what the actual fuck? I am not a kid for you to ask someone to look out for me!" Ethan shouted hysterically. Just the thought of someone guarding him irks him.

"I already told you that one more trouble and I'm gonna force you to change! I am a man of my words Ethan, and it's either you follow my orders or you'll end up with nothing on the streets." His Dad said sternly.

Ethan was left with no choice but to obey. He couldn't risk his great life. Also, it's just for 6 months, and after that, he could go back to making trouble again.

He flopped his body on his bed and closed his eyes. He's still annoyed from earlier, but there is a growing feeling of curiosity and excitement emerging in his chest.

"Who is that Jaeyun? And How is he supposed to help me? My parents are fucking crazy for thinking that a mere boy could change me to something better."

The next day came by so fast. Ethan was getting ready for Sunday's morning mass. There is a wrinkle in between his eyebrows as his hands harshly fix his necktie. He is wearing a powder blue button-down which is very unusual in his everyday outfit, which is any dark oversize tee and black ripped jeans.

"I look like a… good boy." He muttered as he grimaced at himself. He is not used to seeing himself like this: hair neatly brushed up, clothes well-ironed, and no excessive accessories hanging on his body.

He went down, and as he steps his foot towards their living room, the voices get louder and clearer. Ethan caught everyone's attention inside the room, including the pretty boy standing in front of their ancestral piano, which was owned by his late late late late late late grandfather.

"Oh My, Son! You looked good!" His mom said proudly; happiness danced in her orbs as she scanned her eyes on his only son.

"Ethan," his Dad called, "–this is Jaeyun, Jaeyun this is my son Ethan." His Dad pushed him gently towards Jaeyun, and Ethan couldn't help but be starstruck.

He never saw someone– particularly a guy– this pretty. Jaeyun is the total opposite of the normal Ethan; his whole being screams purity and decency– far from Ethan's impurity. His eyes scanned Jaeyun's divine features, from those dainty eyes that seemed to sparkle like those animated characters he watches online; those apple cheeks that are dusted with pinkish hues, and those saccharine smiles that took Ethan's breath away.

"Hello, my name's Jaeyun and I'll be your acquaintance for 6 months." even his voice is laced with purity. It is so endearing to Ethan's ears that he couldn't help but gape at the pretty boy standing timidly, arms tucked behind his back, in front of him as he gives Ethan the sweetest smile he has seen in his entire life.

"Enough with the introduction! You two will know more about each other in those six months. You guys can't miss the mass." his mother interrupted.

Ethan's parents guided the two to the door, his Dad whispering to his ears to drive slowly, and his Mom reminding him to act right and be kind to Jaeyun. Ethan only nodded to his parents' words as his mind was still clouded with Jaeyun's ethereal beauty.

"Ethan, listen to the priest's sermon."

"Yeah, Mom…" Ethan answered, his eyes rolling a bit.

The two hopped in the car. Jaeyun sat on the shotgun seat while Ethan sat in the driver's seat. None of them said something on the whole ride; they were just painfully silent throughout their way to the church. Jaeyun's fiddling his fingers as he waits for Ethan to park the car properly. He didn't waste a second getting out of the car once it was settled on the space because the tension inside was too much that he felt suffocated.

They sat in the backmost part of the church as to Ethan's request. He couldn't fathom sitting near the priest and the altar. Ethan was obviously ignorant the whole ceremony, contrasting with Jaeyun, who seems to know everything about the church.

Ethan sighed in relief when the mass ended. The both of them decided to wait till the waves of people who attended the ceremony abated. The growing tension between them once again suffocates Jaeyun, like a clamp squeezing his airway.

"The mass ended earlier than usual, we can have a cup of tea in my apartment if you want to," Jaeyun said hesitantly, afraid that Ethan would reject him, as they made their way towards the car.

"Sounds good," Ethan answered, which got Jaeyun's knees weak.

They arrived at Jaeyun's apartment after 40 minutes since Ethan doesn't know the way and he is driving very slowly. Jaeyun led Ethan to his living room and made the older sit on his two-seater couch as he prepared their tea.

The entire room was silent and the only sound that could be heard was the Black Oolong tea gushing out of the white teapot's nozzle. Before sitting beside Ethan, Jaeyun switched on his TV to lessen the awkwardness spreading around the four-cornered room. Because of their proximity, Jaeyun's captivating scent brushes his nostrils.

Even his smell is divine. Jaeyun smells like a whole-ass garden filled with fragrant flowers.

Ethan's lips slowly formed a smirk when he noticed Jaeyun's sideway glances. He had heeded the stolen gazes Jaeyun was giving him earlier, but he disregarded it. But it's piercing his soul, so, to confirm his assumptions, Ethan manspreaded and elevated his hips, showing the prominent bulge on his crotch (not because he's already hard, but because there is a monster hiding underneath the thin fabric of his pants). He let out an amused chuckle that caught Jaeyun's attention when he saw how Jaeyun's adam's apple bobbed up and down as he watched Ethan's move earlier.

He placed the tea cup on the table in front of them, creating a thud sound when the ceramic bottom of the cup met the wooden table.

"I can see you glancing, Jaeyunie, is there any problem?"

Jaeyunie… Jaeyunie… Jaeyunie

The nickname made his mind whirl. His breathing staggered as he noticed the playfulness laced in Ethan's voice.

He gets it. Jaeyun gets it.

And within a blink, Jaeyun switched into something– someone– that regaled Ethan.

Gone is the innocence in his eyes. Gone is the gentleness in his voice. Gone is the purity in his smile.

Everything about him is now entwined with sinfulness.

"You did so well earlier, Hyung. You listened obediently to the priest and I wanna make you feel good as my reward. D'you want that?" Jaeyun seductively said as he slowly crawled down towards the gap of Ethan's thighs.

Ethan was surprised. Who would've thought that the renowned angel in their town hides something filthy.

"Mhm. Let's see how good my reward is." After Ethan said that, Jaeyun scrambled in his place as he eagerly unbuckled Ethan's belt. His fingers held the waistband of Ethan's pants and boxers and pulled it down. His jaw fell as the long, girthy, and veiny cock of Ethan was displayed right in front of his eyes.

"Are you gonna suck it or– ugh." Ethan groaned midway as Jaeyun licked his rosy tip. His neck slacked on the headrest of the couch as Jaeyun continued playing the slit on his shaft.

He fondled his balls like those mushy toys you can buy in the market, along with the long strokes of his tongue on Ethan's cock. He is teasing the older with his warm tiny tongue, lips slightly tracing the thin skin. There is a sly smile on his face as he watches Ethan lose his mind. His eyes lingered on the vein on Ethan's slender neck as the older tried hard to control himself.

Jaeyun let out a gagging noise when Ethan pushed his cock all the way in his mouth, the tip poking the back of his throat. It was painful, but it's the kind of pain that Jaeyun would surrender again and again to. Ethan didn't let Jaeyun recover from the sudden push and just fucked the younger's mouth to his content, until there is white spurts of cum drizzling Jaeyun's throat.

"Fuck…" Ethan mutters along with an amused chuckle as he watches Jaeyun swallow every drop of his cum, not letting anything go into waste. "You did so good too, Angel. Do you perhaps want a reward too?"

And like an eager dog wanting to have a treat, he nodded his head hastily.

"Bend over the table, Angel." Jaeyun immediately followed and positioned half of his body above the wooden table as he perched his ass high up.

"Oh!" Jaeyun moaned when Ethan slapped his ass, red marks immediately appeared on his delicate skin.

Jaeyun dreamt about this every night for so long. He would play with himself all night, dreaming that it was Ethan giving him the pleasure; That it was his cock drilling his hole; not the pink dildo he bought in their neighboring city; that it was Ethan's mouth engulfing his pink bud and cock, that it was his fingers stretching his rim. Jaeyun would always go nuts whenever he heard one of his schoolmates bragging about how good and inhumane Ethan fucks.

He wants to experience that too.

And finally, after months of torture, he is here bent down on his coffee table as Ethan eat his ass.

"Right there!" he grumbled when Ethan's digits hit his spot, that got his mind into a whirlpool. Ethan's eyes turned into slits as he watch Jaeyun's pink hole clenched his thick fingers. He is so warm and tight inside that he could feel his cock go hard again under his boxers.

That wasn't the end of their obscenity because it just got progressively worse as days passed by.

Just like now, instead of attending the mass like what they're supposed to do, they're here in Jaeyun's fluffy mattress instead. There are series of groans and moans coming out of Jaeyun's luscious lips as Ethan fuck his hole with his thick and long digits, while there are black leather straps looped all over Jaeyun's body, stopping the younger from moving and touching Ethan.

Even though Jaeyun isn't untarnished as what people think he is, he still feels guilty sometimes, but the guilt can't stop him when Ethan is like a blazing ball of fire and Jaeyun is a weak moth that is drawn to his heat.

He keeps succumbing to him.

Ethan is fucking his hole mercilessly making him moan in deep pleasure, but it's not enough. He feels full but not full enough. He wants Ethan to stretch his rim with his girthy shaft– but the older kept teasing him even though he asked– begged nicely.

His eyes fluttered open when he felt Ethan stand up on the bed. He wanted to protest, but he couldn't wait any longer. The man walked over to his pants and grabbed something inside. That thing seemed to glow under the dim light of Jaeyun's room, and his breath hitched when he saw what Ethan grabbed in his pants. His chest heaves up and down as another bolt of excitement and desire crawled in his mind and body.

He stayed silent as he laid pliant on his bed, patiently waiting for what Ethan will do next. But he is never ready for Ethan's schemes. Never. He let out a loud yelp when Ethan removed the leather coiled all over his body and slapped it multiple times on his scorching skin. Jaeyun’s body writhed underneath Ethan from the delicious pain. His jaw dropped open as a long-drawn-out moan escaped his throat when a cold, hard thing entered his slicked hole. Ethan was slowly thrusting it, waiting for Jaeyun's response, but when the younger continued to moan, Ethan did not hesitate anymore. Jaeyun watched as Ethan fucked his wet cavern with the handle of his stainless steel pocket knife. His eyes rolled at the back of his head when Ethan angled it up, hitting his sweet spot, abusing it again and again.

"W-Wanna… come– please!" Jaeyun gritted, tears streaming down his pink cheeks.

"What is it, angel? Tell me what you want me to do." Ethan smirked, still thrusting the knife into Jaeyun's hole.

"I want to come, E-Ethan. Please t-touch me… fuck me… h-hard." he managed to say along with the hard thrusts of the knife in him.

"The angel wants to be fucked so bad?" Ethan mockingly asked which Jaeyun answered with chants of Yes! Yes! Yes! "On your knees you needy, slutty bitch." Ethan growled.

As much as he wants to further tease the younger under him, he can feel his cock painfully twitching in anticipation.

Another moan came out of Jaeyun's throat as Ethan parted his cheeks to have a better view of his slicked pink hole, stretched and ready to accommodate Ethan's monster cock. Jaeyun shuddered under the older when he stroked his rim, applying pressure that got Jaeyun's mind numb. He is so sensitive from all the foreplay Ethan did to him that a slight touch from either his hole or cock could make him reach his climax already.

His head sunk between his shoulder blades when Ethan placed his cock on top of his hole, dragging it up and down, creating friction between their heated sex.

"Please, Ethan, fuck me," he begged, voice trembling from too much stimulation.

"Alright then, since you've asked nicely and you've been an obedient and patient slut for me."

Ethan slammed every inch of his cock in a blink into Jaeyun's hole, forcing a scream of pleasure out of the younger. Ethan sucked in a breath as he felt the warmth of Jaeyun's while the younger's a moaning mess from the feeling of fullness.

Jaeyun could feel himself reaching his climax, but before he could beg Ethan to let him reach his high, the younger blurted out something that literally made his visions turn white.

"You're so loud, Jaeyunie. Do you want your neighbors to know that their angel is getting a good fuck right now, Huh?"

He wanted to answer Ethan with a loud yes, but he couldn't form a sentence in his state. He is so fucked up that half of his body is laying flatly on his mattress. If not only because of Ethan's palm gripping the sides of his hips, the other half of his body would surely surrender too. Jaeyun's hole clenched Ethan when the older fastened his pace, drilling his hole with animalistic thrusts.

"You like that, angel? You like my cock hitting your spot repeatedly as I fuck your brains out?"

"Y-Yeah… h-harder please!" Jaeyun pants, beads of tears forming in his eyes.

Ethan withdraws his cock and changes their position so he can better see Jaeyun. He wasn't disappointed at the view served to him. Ethan mutters a low thank you (not audible enough for Jaeyun to hear) to his parents for bringing this beautiful man into his life.

"Go on… act like the fucking cockslut that you are." Ethan said as he watched Jaeyun lose his mind, tongue lolled out, spit dripping down his chin, and eyes crossed from too much pleasure.

Jaeyun looked through his long lashes and his skin burned at the sight of Ethan watching their bodies connect while his mouth is open as it retreats series of moans, his veiny hands gripping Jaeyun's milky thighs, and his chest heaving up and down. He doesn't slow down the drilling of his hips, abusing Jaeyun's spot. The younger couldn't do anything aside from moaning. His brain is so fucked up that all he could see is white, that all he could feel was the undying pleasure that Ethan is giving him. The older angled his hips up and hung Jaeyun's legs on his shoulder as he thrusted deeper so the both of them could feel the most pleasure from connecting their bodies.

Not long after, Jaeyun screamed Ethan's name as he came along with Ethan. The cum painting his insides made it more pleasurable for Jaeyun. He felt so full and stuffed that he didn't want Ethan to withdraw his cock.

This was one of the most intense orgasms both of them had.

"Holy shit. Angel, that was so good." were the last words Jaeyun heard before he passed out.

Because they never did it slow, always rough and fast, Ethan prepared ointments beforehand to treat Jaeyun's rim and wounds as the younger succumbed to deep slumber. Unlike earlier, he is moving so gently to not wake Jaeyun up. He's been so rough today and he doesn't want to interrupt his rest.

"Sleep well, Angel. You did so good today." Ethan whispered to the younger's ears as he cuddled the man tighter while peppering his temples with sweet kisses.

Taglist: @fancypeacepersona , @acousarah

[pinksugarberries]

🪷 could I rq a nam-gyu x reader where he’s your toxic, annoying ex trying to win u back :33

Obsessed? nah.

nam-gyu being a shitty ex towards fem!reader

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not proofread… pt.2?

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you hated him, as you should’ve. he was extreme controlling, possessive, and overlay friend to any other girl!

going through his phone during the night and finding nudes from other girls was NOT what u expected.

as anyone would, you broke up with him and he.. well… freaked the fuck out.

after you leave you shared apartment, , changing the lease so it’s only in his name, he didn’t realize how fucked he was.

a couple hours after you leave, or even days he would continue to text you.

“wtf did i do to you?” “baby talk to me” “hello? are you gonna keep fucking ignoring me?” “all i’ve ever done was love you, but you never cared.” “was i not enough for you?” “who r u fucking now?”

after he realized you were gone, he didn’t decide to remise on what he did that was bad. why would he do that? instead, he started doing harder drugs and going to more clubs than he did while you to were dating.

while he was leaving one of the clubs he visits 6 out of the 7 days of the weeks, he sees you walking out.

he walked towards you with a cheeky smirk as he tapped your shoulder.

“hello—“ you said, cutting yourself off as you saw nam-gyu, he looked ever more of a mess. you shoved his hand off your shoulder and looking at him with an annoyed face. “nam-gyu what do you want?”

he looked at your with his completely stoned eyes as the hung low. he still had that shitty ass smirk on his face you wanted to slap off.

“well, what happened babygirl..?” he said, his speech slurred from all the drugs and alcohol he’s consumed in the last few days. “you know you can talk to me.”

you simply said “you know what you did.” and walked away.

he was too drugged and drunk to chase after you, so he just got in a rental car, which he used to follow you around without you knowing.

as he continued to follow you, he found your new apartment complex, writing it down in his notes app and driving back to the apartment he used to share with you.

as he went home, he crashed on the couch and had an idea.

he opened his phone, going on instagram, making a new account and immediately searching your username up.

he took his pants off, now them lying somewhere in the trashed apartment, opening your photos.

i’m sure you know how this went.

he started to jack himself off, imaging it was your hand. even though he “hates your guts”, he would like to have sex with you again.

when he finished, he finished directly on his phone, holding it tightly in his other hand as he looked up at the celling.

he put his phone down as he reached for a pill bottle, his duck still out.

he reached for the ecstasy , popping a few pills as he looked at all of the nut on his phone.

[sakura-hitomi]

Well, if you want to screw me over. I must politely decline. Go find a partner to feed your rubbish. That you can't understand poverty, concequences of actions and such, you need to work on yourself a bit more than Tumblr, throwing garbage on other people their spots and call it a day.

This is my snater excuse list:

1) He was obsessed with lily

2) He bullied kids

3) He was Neville's greatest fear

4) At least marauders grew up, Snape never did

5) He was a racist

6) He called lily a mudblood

7) He's a n*zi

8) He studied DA

9) He joined what kills lily

10) It was a rivalry so he hexed James back.

11) he was the cause of breaking that friendship with lily.

12) Snape changed only for lily. He would've let Neville die. He even didn't want to safe harry and James. He was fine killing a BABY.

13) Snape CHOSE to go, it isn't Sirius his fault

Now, you seem to hit reason 6, 9 and 11 pretty close. Again, excuses. That you think Snape is gray and want to shit all over him is not my problem.

Here are some links where I break those scenes apart brick by brick and tumblr won't allow me such big pieces of text. If you don't read it, I'm not surprised. Snaters are basically allergic to proof and canon words.

Excuses 6 is in link 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/maraudersvent/comments/1i0ouwn/snaters_their_13_excuses_only_being_excuses_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

Excuse 9 is partially in link and link 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/maraudersvent/comments/1i0p38c/snaters_their_13_excuses_only_being_excuses_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

Excuse 11 is in link 2

And also, don't bother me unless you've read it. It should be obvious but you never know with a snater.

You know, we've met the fans that love to see lily as a saint right? But let's be honest here. If the roles were reversed, not a single person would stand next to Snape.

Let's say Lily was from a poor household, Snape is aware of it but ignores it or feigns ignorance about it. Now, Lily is in school and a bunch of hot girls bully her relentlessly. They corner her in the bathroom, class and even in public, humiliating her was like a must-do on the bullies their list.

Snape tells them off, but they don't leave her alone, as cherry on top, she calls him a slur when he told the girls for the umpteenth time to stop and they pull her skirt down or rip her blouse open. The leader of the girls doesn't like her crush (Snape) around Lily, a filthy snivelling poor girl.

He deserves better, he deserves more and someone of his callibre. The bully thinks, that Snape deserves herself of course. Lily called Snape a slur because she caught a glimpse of him almost smiling at her misery. He doesn't forgive her, and to rub salt in the wound.

He goes and dates her bully a year later. How many fans will excuse Snape's behavior then?

[foundtherightwords]

Fallen Empires - Chapter 14

Pairing: Geta x OFC

Summary: Having done the unthinkable to secure his throne, Emperor Geta rules with ruthlessness and paranoia. Now, after escaping an assassination attempt, a badly injured Geta is saved by Daphne, a young widow, who takes him back to her remote village without knowing his true identity. As Daphne nurses the former emperor back to health, attraction blooms between them, and Geta discovers a soft side he didn't know he possessed. But can their love survive his thirst for revenge and his desire to reclaim power?

Chapter warnings: some period-typical attitudes about women and marriage, Geta still being a bit of a jerk

Chapter word count: 4.1k

Prologue + Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13

Chapter 14

The distant crowing of a rooster woke Daphne from her sleep, as it did every day. She didn't remember returning to the hut and going to bed, but there, on the floor, their tunics lay discarded, encrusted with dirt and dried grass, showing plainly that what had happened the night before had been no dream. She stirred, felt Romulus's arms around her, and turned around to face him. The little square of sky outside the window was starting to lighten, just enough for her to see his features, the sharp jaw he now kept clean-shaven, the long, curling lashes covering his eyes, the lines of his face smoothed by sleep, making him look like a boy, the plump lips slightly parted. At the sight of those lips, Daphne couldn't suppress a triumphant grin, remembering the night they'd just had. He'd given up that particular battle at last.

But it wasn't just the memory of their passion that made her linger in bed and watch him sleep with such a tender ache in her chest. As she lifted her hand to caress Romulus's cheek, her eyes caught the ring on her finger, and, tentatively, she allowed herself to think of Galen. To her surprise, the pain was no longer there, and with it, the guilt she'd usually felt about Romulus had vanished as well. In finally knowing Galen's fate, she had been able to let him go. Now she was free, free of the doubt and the grief, free to love again.

And this man, this mysterious, unfathomable, infuriating man lying next to her, was he to be her love? She knew so little about him, still. He had only told her a bit about his time in the army, and of his family, all he'd said was that he had an aunt in Hemesos. And there was the matter of whoever had attacked him. Daphne hoped that it had been some mere personal dispute, over money or perhaps even a woman, and Romulus was hiding due to his desertion from the army rather than fear of this unknown villain. She knew it was baseless speculation on her part and she would never know for certain unless he told her, but she tried to convince herself of it. For if Romulus was only hiding from the army and no other mortal danger, she could persuade him to stay...

It may have been her sigh at this thought, or her caressing hand, or the second crowing of the rooster, but he woke just then, blinking in the brightening light, which turned his eyes to a warm shade of amber. "Kalimera," he said, smiling sleepily at her.

"And to you," she replied, leaning forward to kiss his forehead, his cheek, and finally his lips. Now that he was no longer pushing her away, she fully intended to kiss him as much as she could.

He smiled into her kiss and seemed to have gone back to sleep, but when Daphne sat up, his arms closed around her. "Don't get up yet," he mumbled, his lips seeking hers even though his eyes were only half-opened. "It's too early."

"I must. There's the garden and the animals to attend to."

"What about me? I need attending as well."

Daphne laughed. "I have to milk Amalthea in time, or she won't give as much milk and we'll all go hungry."

"Fine," he grumbled, releasing her and burying his head in the pillow. "But come back soon."

She got out of bed and pulled on a clean tunic. "You can help, you know," she said, pausing at the door. "That way we can finish sooner and have more time to ourselves." Romulus's eyes opened, and she laughed again as he launched himself out of bed and chased after her, eager as a child running to the Harvest feast.

In truth, the chores that morning took longer to finish, for they were too busy chasing each other through the garden rows and kissing long and deep whenever they ran into each other's arms, getting more dewdrops on themselves than on the herbs. Daphne didn't mind. She didn't even care if her neighbors on the nearby hills could hear their voices. She had never laughed so much, silly little giggles over nothing at all, not since Galen, not since she was a girl. She had never seen Romulus laugh so much either, his whole face lit up as he leaned down, trying to catch her lips with his, the dimples she'd never noticed before framing his smile like a pair of loving arms. Gone was the scowling, angry man she'd pulled out from the stream months ago.

And he was so keen to help. It gave her hope that perhaps she could persuade him to stay, to build a life with her amongst these hills.

Once the garden was watered and Midas was let out to eat the fresh grass, Daphne fetched a jug and went to the milking stand, where Almathea was already waiting. The two kid goats frolicked nearby—they had been weaned for a while now, but they still kept close to their mother during the milking, remembering that Daphne had often given them some of the fresh milk afterward.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Daphne said to Romulus, while she washed Almathea's udder. "You said you'd help."

He approached warily. "Won't she kick?"

"Nonsense. You've seen how gentle she is. Come." She took his hand and placed it on the udder. Feeling a strange hand on her, Amalthea gave a little jerk, and Romulus jumped away as if the goat was a cobra.

"She was going to kick!" he said accusingly.

"No, she wasn't. You weren't, were you?" Daphne said to the nanny goat, who gave a soft bleat in reply, sounding all innocent. Romulus glared at them both, looking for a moment like his old self again. "Here," said Daphne, guiding his hand with hers. This time, Amalthea stood still. "Now, don't pull on it. If you do, she will kick. Just squeeze, like this..."

A spray of warm milk streaked into the jug, and Romulus let out a laugh of surprise and delight. "See?" Daphne said. "You're learning."

She tried to extract her hand and let Romulus milk on his own, but he held her tight. "Don't I get a reward for being such a fast learner?" he said with a suggestive grin, as the milk continued to fill the jug with its rich, creamy foam.

"You're an incorrigible cheek, that's what you are." But she couldn't help smiling back and leaning over to give him a peck on the lips.

"Ah, yes, but you love me anyway," he said, returning her kiss.

His words sent a jolt through Daphne, like the dry lightning often seen over the hills on a clear summer sky, tearing up the haze of happiness and contentment within her. Did she love him? She didn't know. She had loved Galen, but that was a long time ago. Of all her lovers, none had ever made her feel this way, not even the shy schoolteacher in Adala whom she'd almost married. She had wanted to marry the schoolteacher not out of love, only out of loneliness and a desire for security. With Romulus, who had no family, no roots, and no past, could she have a future with him?

Romulus must have noticed her hesitation, for he drew back slightly and gazed at her with concern. "What is it?" he asked. "Is something the matter?"

"No," she said, smiling quickly to reassure him. "Nothing's the matter." Thankfully, at that moment, Amalthea gave a little bleat to remind them that the milking was not quite done yet, and Romulus's attention was diverted.

Returning to the kitchen, Daphne strained the milk and set out the breakfast things. Romulus seemed to have some trick up his sleeve. He set a bench in front of the cot, snatched the bread and cheese from her protesting hands, and laid them all on the bench, along with a pot of honey and a bowl of olives. While Daphne watched, bemused, he went over to the door, where a tray of apricots, the last of the season, was being dried in the sun, picked some of the freshest ones, and added those to the spread as well.

This done, he turned to Daphne and gave an extravagant bow. "Domina, your feast awaits," he said.

"A feast?" she said with a laugh. "What's the occasion?"

"Does one need an occasion to celebrate? Can we just celebrate life, love, us?" He took her hand and led her to the cot. "Come. I'll show you how the Romans feast. It should have been the evening meal, but there's no time like now." She sat down, but he shook his head. "No, no, carissima, you must lie down. Lift yourself up on your elbow. That's the proper way."

She had no idea what he was doing, but it amused her to see him this way, a playful, mischievous side she had never seen in him before. So she obliged and lay down on the cot as he'd instructed.

"Is this how people feast in Rome, lying on their side?" she asked, as he lay down next to her.

"Yes."

"Seems a rather uncomfortable position."

"It does, doesn't it?" He strained for an apricot.

"So why do you do it? It can't be good for your digestion."

He paused and appeared to be thinking about it. "I don't know," he said sheepishly. "It's just something everybody does."

She grinned. "Well, if we're having a feast, we're doing it the Osroenean way, by sitting up like sensible people."

Romulus grinned back at her and sat up, but then he insisted on feeding her, breaking up the cheese, dipping the bread in honey, and choosing the juiciest apricots for her.

"Why are you being so sweet?" she asked between mouthfuls. "What are you up to?"

"Why do I have to be up to something? Can't I just be sweet?"

"You never used to be."

"What are you talking about?" he said in mock offense. "I am sweet!" He scooted closer to her until she was on her back, and peppered her with kisses from her foot to her face as he spoke. "I'm as sweet as the morning dew"—kiss—"as sweet as fresh honey cakes"—kiss—"as sweet as your lips"—kiss—"as sweet as your..."—and here he reached his hand under her tunic.

"Stop it!" She laughed and swatted him away.

He laughed as well, a rich, deep sound that seemed to echo all through her and arouse her in places she didn't even know about. He settled down next to her and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.

"Come with me to Hemesos," he said suddenly.

"What?" she said, still laughing. She thought he was in jest.

"It's almost autumn. I'm well enough to travel. I want you to come with me to Hemesos."

Her laugh died away. She lifted herself up on one elbow to look him in the face. He was quite serious. "And what would I do there?" she asked, in a small voice.

"Meet my family. You can stay with them. And, once I'm reinstated, you shall become mistress of my domain," he said, as if there was no question about it.

This was the first time he'd spoken freely about himself. "Your domain?" she asked carefully. "What kind of a domain?" A fearful thought occurred to her. "Is your family wealthy then?"

Romulus smiled at some inner joke only he knew. She didn't like that smile. She didn't like how it excluded her, kept a secret from her. "I guess you can say that," he said. "My mother and her sister came from a line of priests. My maternal grandfather was a high priest of the great god Elagabalus. Now my aunt's grandson inherits the position."

They didn't worship Elagabalus in her village, but Daphne had met enough tradesmen and shepherds from Syria to know that a high priest of Elagabalus was not someone to be trifled with. She got up and sat away from Romulus.

Well, she'd always known he was a patrician, had known it ever since she'd first set eyes on him. It shouldn't surprise her that he came from wealth and nobility. But it was different to hear him confirm it, to see the chasm between them taking shape and widening.

"I have my own domain here," finally she said, trying to hold on to her dignity. "This hillside, my garden, my hut. My goats, my donkey, my bees. They're all here." She touched his face and brushed his curls away from his forehead. "This is all I need." She didn't mention that he was here as well, amongst the things she needed. "What would I want with some fancy city mansion?"

"A mansion?" Romulus laughed. "Oh my sweet laurel, you won't get just a mansion. Once I punish those who wished to harm me, I shall give you an empire. This beautiful body of yours will be draped in the finest silks of the Orients, these raven tresses will be adorned with all the jewels of India and bathed in the most fragrant perfumes of Arabia. There will be no need for you to toil away for your daily meal. There will be slaves and servants to cater to your every need. They will worship you like the goddess that you are..." His eyes shone with a fervent light she had never seen before, and it frightened her a little.

"I'm not sure I'd like that," she said slowly. "I'd much rather stay here."

His face fell. "Even when I go back?"

"You'd have to go without me."

He sat up. "You're refusing me," he said.

"I guess I am," she said evenly, turning away so she wouldn't have to look at him, wouldn't have to feel his dark eyes boring into hers.

When he didn't say anything for a long time, she stole a look at him. His expression was dark, harsh, as he took in her answer. She had the feeling nobody had ever refused him before. "And if I should get you with child?" he asked, grabbing at her belly, his touch no longer gentle.

She thought of the wild carrot seeds that she'd been taking since they started sleeping together, and it was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that there would be no child, not if she could help it. But she didn't want to tempt his dark moods.

"What of it?" she said warily.

"That child would be mine, by right. Would you still refuse me then?"

His tone, so arrogant and so male, irritated her. "By right? You forgot, we are not married. By right, any children we have would belong to me."

"You would raise my child as a bastard? How dare you!"

"How dare I? How dare you? Who do you think you are, the emperor himself? Nobody tells me what to do! Not my father, not my husband, and certainly not you!" She pulled her tunic down and bolted up from the cot. At the door, she stopped. "And anyway, I've made sure there will be no child, so you can stop counting on it!"

"Daphne, come back here!" Romulus shouted, but she ignored him. Slamming the door shut, she strode into the front yard and dropped down on the bench under the laurel trees, anger burning her chest like a brazier. So he was just like other men after all. Always thinking he knows best, always thinking everything and everyone is his to control however he pleases. She'd had enough of that from her father; she'd be damned if she would endure it from a man who was practically a stranger to her.

Was he, though? Was he really a stranger to her, still? She thought of what he'd said to her, "But you love me anyway," so cocky and sure of himself, yet it was belied by the desperate way he'd held her and kissed her, like he was begging her to assure him that she did love him.

Well, did she?

She asked herself again, and this time, she allowed herself to be truthful, even if it was only in her own mind. Yes. She did love Romulus, despite all her effort to harden her heart against him. She loved him despite not knowing anything about him. She loved him despite her mind telling her it was foolish. Now she must pay the price of heartbreak. Mere moments ago, she had dreamed of asking him to stay, of building a life with him. Now she had to face the harsh truth that it was not to be. He would never give up such wealth and position to stay with her. He couldn't, just as she couldn't give up her freedom to stay with him. And she wouldn't ask him to choose.

With the unerring instinct of an animal to sense distress, Vulcan limped over, plopped down next to her amiably, and started to nibble on the hem of her tunic. His antic made her chuckle, and her anger and pain simmered down somewhat.

"What am I going to about him, Vulcan?" she asked, looking at the goat's injured leg that Romulus had tended with such care.

At that moment, the door creaked open. Romulus stepped out and gingerly sat down on the other end of the bench, looking like a boy waiting to be reprimanded. Daphne turned away, determined to maintain whatever remnants of control she still had over her heart. Vulcan left her tunic and limped over to Romulus to get a few head scratches, before ambling away again.

They sat in silence for some time. Eventually, Romulus reached out and put his hand over Daphne's. She wanted to pull away but couldn't bring herself to, and cursed herself for it.

"Forgive me," he said, clearly seeing her acceptance of his hand as an encouraging sign. "I didn't mean to shout at you. I didn't mean any of it. You don't have to come with me if you don't want to. I only want you to be happy." Gone was his grandiose declaration, gone was his boast and bluster. He sounded so genuinely worried that he'd offended her, and he was holding her hand so gently yet so anxiously, that it took all of her self-control not to turn around and draw him into her arms.

When she continued to say nothing, he asked, "What did you mean when you said you've made sure there will be no child?"

She sighed. "It's nothing to do with you. In fact, I would welcome a child." It was one of her bitterest regrets that Galen had gone away before he could have given her a child. "But to have a child out of wedlock would mean submitting both myself and the child to my father's wrath."

"No, I mean you haven't—you haven't—"

She whipped her head around to face him, her anger flaring up again. "And what's it to you what I've done or haven't done? It's me that has to carry the child, is it not?"

"I just don't want you to hurt yourself on my account."

Finally she understood the source of his concern, and her anger cooled off completely. "You don't have to worry," she said in a much softer voice. "I'm cleverer than that. I just take some herbal tea. That's what I give to most of my patients in Adala as well. I only use surgery as a last resort."

He nodded, looking relieved. Still holding her hand, he lifted it to his lips and kissed her palm, his touch going straight to her very core.

"Perhaps—" he began. "Perhaps after I am reunited with my family in Hemesos, I can come back for you—"

"No." She pulled her hand back. Though it felt like she was ripping her heart away, she had to do it. "I can't live there. My whole life, I've never even seen a house made of stone. I only know mud bricks and straw. I would die if you put me in a mansion of marble and gilt." He opened his mouth to protest, but she shook her head, anticipating his next words. "And you can't stay here either. You're not a farmer or a shepherd, just as I'm not some great lady." He was looking at her as if she was breaking his heart, and even though she knew any gesture of affection would only increase her pain, she cradled his cheek in her palm anyway. "Let us treasure the time we have now, and when it's time for you to leave, go with an easy heart."

"What heart?" he whispered, leaning close to press his forehead against hers. "My heart will be here, with you."

She had to laugh at that. "Save those pretty words for your highborn city ladies. Out here we have no use for them."

"Of course," he said with a grin, his own grief momentarily forgotten. "Out here you're more hands-on, aren't you?" He closed the distance between them with a kiss, and there was no more talk of Hemesos that day.

Still, the thought was never far from their minds. It hung over them like the heat that hung over the valley, long after the hills had cooled down in the night air, and shrouded their kisses and their embraces in a melancholy veil. Try as she might, Daphne could never bring back the laughter and the innocent joy of that morning after Romulus had first kissed her. But perhaps it was for the best. He was leaving, and this would, if not ease their parting, then at least help her become used to the pain.

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Soon, there was trouble of a different kind, to distract Daphne from Romulus's imminent departure.

That day, she came back from her usual rounds in the village to tell Romulus that the merchant caravan had been spotted two valleys away. It should reach the village in a couple of days, longer if it was a large caravan.

He looked shocked. "But you told me they would come after the Harvest Festival!" he said.

"Perhaps they're a bit early," she said, trying to hide the shaking of her hands as she rubbed her eyes. It had been a hard day, and a long one. "Besides, I don't think there is going to be much of a Harvest Festival this year."

"Why?"

"There's fever in the village."

Romulus's eyes widened in alarm. "Is it swamp fever again? I thought you said they were on the mend."

"Yes, but other people are sick now. It comes every summer. We're used to it." What she didn't tell him was that over half of the village had been struck down, including her own brothers, and more and more people were falling ill every day. In all her years, she had never known swamp fever to be so deadly. It was all the more reason for Romulus to get away as soon as he could.

She packed more medicine and a change of clothes into the saddlebags. "I'm going to stay with my mother to help take care of the sick," she said. "I'll ask Ione to keep an eye on the garden and the goats. And you—" Her voice choked, and she swallowed before continuing. "Go down the hill and make your way to the stream—you remember the path, don't you, when we went to Adala? Wait there, and the caravan is sure to pass by soon."

He nodded with unaccustomed compliance. But that night, as he held her in his arms, he whispered, his breath hot and desperate on her neck, "Come with me. Please."

She was glad that it was dark, so he couldn't see the twist of her face as she tried to swallow a sob that rose with abrupt ferocity to her throat. "You know I can't," she said. "Please stop asking me."

He was still asleep when she set out for the village early the next morning. She gave him one last look before walking down the hill, hoping in her heart of hearts that he would be gone, far gone, by the time she came back.

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Sabo x Reader

~Just as a hypothetical question~

Part 6. Other Parts Word count: 6,1k words (Dear God) Short summary: There's drama, there's chaos, things get a little bit serious at one point, and then, a little bit of smut sprinkled on top. Basically: Reader+Sabo+Miscommunication= solved... kinda. AN: I've risen from hell, aka first semester of law & political science courses. In all seriousness, I'm so so grateful for the wonderful support all of you have given my cheesy little fic. I really appreciate the nice and understanding comments while I've been away. I had so much fun writing this last chapter whenever I had time. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did <3 (Not proof read, will fix any spelling errors after I get some sleep)

MDNI 18+

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Shit.

Y/N was practically sprinting through the hallways as soon as she had left the library. She must have looked insane to anyone that saw her.

She messed up, she messed up big time!

Not only did Y/N snap at the man who potentially wanted to torture her, possibly even kill her.

No, she also left the book on the table. The book that had “Outdoor Survival” spelled with bold, bright orange letters on the front!

And Sabo wasn’t stupid, she knew that. By this point he must already have figured out what she was planning, and was probably plotting some kind of sick, twisted way of making sure she couldn’t leave.

What if he locks her in a cell and throws away the key? Deprived her of ever seeing the sunlight again? 

No, Sabo wouldn’t really do that. Right?

Y/N let out a nervous laughter as she felt a shiver run down her spine. This wasn’t the time for guessing, she couldn’t risk staying a day longer at this godawful base. She just needed to gather a few more things, and then she was ready to start her new life. 

Preferably far far away from the sadistic blond devil that took pleasure in stalking and tormenting her. 

As she pushed the front door to the base open, unwelcome thoughts sneaked into her mind. 

A gorgeous, handsome, honey-voiced devil, with strong arms that could easily pin her down so he-

“NO NO NO! Stop fantasizing about him, you stupid,stupid girl! That’s insane behavior, you know it is never-” Y/N choked on her words “never going to happen...”

A loud sigh escaped her lips as her shoulders dropped forward, forehead leaning against the wall outside the building. Was this really a good idea? In truth, she felt completely unprepared to live out the rest of her days in the wilderness.

Maybe life as the Chief of Staff’s captive wouldn’t be so bad?

“Ha-ha, I must be losing my mind.” Y/N laughed nervously as she pushed herself up from her leaning position.

Staying wasn’t an option. But neither was going out into the forest unprepared. She looked around the busy town square.

“Now, where do I find something sharp…” 

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“What are those two doing today?” Koala pondered as she looked out over the town.

She was resting her head against her hand, arm leaning over the windowsill, as her eyes closely followed Jane Doe. The girl had been running around the town for the past hour, gathering one strange thing after the other. 

Just as the girl slipped into another alleyway, Koala’s attention was caught by Sabo jumping out from a window, quickly moving over the rooftops with his steel pipe on his back. And she knew that could only spell trouble. Which meant, more paperwork for her.

Her so-called partner had taken his newfound hobby, stalking, to a whole other level these past few days. In a way it was kinda endearing seeing Sabo run around like a lovesick puppy. Some of the Revs had even started a pool, placing bets on how long it would take before those two finally got together… or until Jane Doe flat out rejected Sabo once and for all.

Koala found that highly unlikely though. The girl was obviously crushing hard, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Koala even suspected that the poor girl was so nervous that she was planning on running away, which would achieve absolutely nothing since Sabo would find her straight away. 

“But what do I know? Maybe this is just what happens when you have that kind of upbringing.…” Koala sighed “Still, Nobles are fucking weird.”

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“Oh Dear God, that was a close call.” Y/N sighed as she turned the key to her bedroom door.

She had just managed to avoid Koala’s attempt to “have a talk”. Something she desperately wanted to avoid, because in her mind, “having a talk” could only mean one thing…

“I really hope Koala hasn’t found out too.” She said under her breath as she entered her bedroom.

"Find out about what?" 

An audible ‘eep’ escaped Y/N mouth as she heard the familiar voice, before she quickly put her hands over her mouth and took a step back from shock, her back hitting the now closed door. 

"How d-did you get in here… t-the door was locked." She said with a shaky voice as she eyed the blond man sitting on her bed.

"Window." Sabo shrugged. As if what he said wasn’t insane, or not even acknowledging that he had broken into her room! 

"We're on the third floor.” Y/N stuttered, still not completely comprehending her current situation.

Why? Why was this happening now? Why was he here? She was just coming back to gather her things, and then she was supposed to leave. 

She felt her heart beating faster as she glared at Sabo. 

"Breathe Angel, I was just returning what I took this morning…” He chuckled as he walked over to her dresser and put her neatly folded underwear on it.

‘Okay, great! Now, please leave, please.’ she prayed quietly in her head.

“And I have a question for you, so I waited until you got back." Sabo said with a bright smile, but she saw something flicker in his eye, and that couldn’t be good.

"Q-question?" She stuttered as he started to walk towards her " Wait, don't-" 

"Are you planning to run away, Y/N?" He was standing right in front of her, keeping her trapped between him and the door.

‘Wait, no-’ She felt her mind spiraling out of control. That name. Her name… No, no no no no.

"How do you-" A finger was placed over her mouth.

“Aa-aa, my question first, Y/N.”

“I don’t- that’s not-”

“It’s okay, I promise I’m not mad. But you don’t need to lie anymore Y/N.” Sabo gave her a kind, deceiving smile.

“Stop saying it!” She bursted out, trying to push him back. But he wasn’t bugging, instead he only moved closer to her.

“Oh, but it’s such a pretty name. Much better than Jane Doe. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” He chuckled with a dreamy expression, twirling her hair between two fingers. 

Y/N could only stare at Sabo with horror as she took in the almost obsessive look in his eyes and the faint smile over his lips. He knew he had won their “game”, and now he was acting like a cat, playing with his prey.

She could feel her breath quicken, how the panic spread through her mind… And honestly, though embarrassing to admit, she felt a little bit aroused. Which was a whole other issue in itself that she really needed to deal with if she somehow got out of this situation alive.

Because, she really shouldn’t be turned on by this!

Sabo let go of her hair and grazed his gloved hand against her cheek, making her flinch. To her surprise her reaction made him take a step back, giving her much needed space to breathe. He sighed and furrowed his eyebrows, almost making it look like he was concerned. 

“Please don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t have to hide anymore. I personally made sure those people won’t come looking for you.” Sabo smiled, sounding kinda proud?

“People? Wait- What did you do?” Y/N was feeling a little confused. Had he really… He couldn’t have, right?

"It was quite easy actually, don’t know why I didn’t do this from the start. It would have saved me so. much. pent. up. frustration." His voice came out strained, almost like a moan. 

"I just made a few visits to some very disgusting bugs, before the information I gathered pointed me in the right direction." 

‘Disgusting bugs’ Nobles? Right direction? No-

She closely studied Sabo as he mindlessly wandered around the room, continuing his explanation.

"Your dad is a fucking coward, by the way. I barely stepped foot inside the castle before he surrendered both the country and more importantly, your name, in exchange for his own life.

You should have seen the look on his face when I introduced myself as his future son-in-law, it was fucking priceless." He laughed, wiping a tear from his eye.

Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. This man. Correction, this insane man had by himself broken into the castle of an enemy country and threatened the king of said country, just so he could learn what her name was? 

For what reason? So he could torture and then execute her with good conscious that he had done a thorough investigation beforehand? And what did he mean by ‘future son-in-law’?

She let out a nervous laughter, catching Sabo’s attention and making him walk towards her again. 

"Oh Angel, please don't be scared. We aren't going to meet the fuckers who put you through all of that anymore, I'll make sure of it. It will just be the two of us from now on." Sabo said with a calm tone as he tried pulling her into a hug, which she quickly dodged, so she was now standing in the middle of the room.

Holy fuck-

His statement made her realize what Sabo had been trying to do from the start. He was planning on keeping her alive. To be played with as his personal toy for the rest of her life. 

And what must be a very deranged part of herself actually felt relieved over that fact. She would at least get to see his gorgeous face every day. Even if it was when he was taking pleasure in torturing her, or something…

Dear God, that was so freaking messed up!

Sabo brought his hand to her cheek, giving her that kind, deceiving smile. She flinched away when she felt the cool touch of leather on her skin. His smile dropped, a confused wrinkle appearing between his brows. 

"Y/N, it isn’t me you're scared of, right?" He asked, giving her a serious look.

"No- I'm-" She took a step back, but Sabo quickly grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her towards him.

"Yes you are. Why?" He asked again, the grip around her wrist becoming firmer.

Y/N looked around the room in a panic, her eyes landing on the doorknob. Why the fuck didn’t she just open the door and run away when she had the chance? Why didn’t she think about that before, you know… she was trapped and unable to escape.

She needed to use what little brain capacity she had left and figure something out. Think think think!

‘If a man ever bothers you, just pretend to faint. That’s what all the other ladies your age do.’

Her mother’s words swirled through her mind. Could that really work? Y/N pondered on the crazy idea only for a second before she decided that it was probably the best she could come up with in this situation.

She saw how Sabo quirk his eyebrow and loosened his grip a little just as she closed her eyes, put her hand against her forehead, let out an audible gasp and let her body fall limp to the floor.

___

For a moment, Sabo could only stare flabbergasted at the “fainted” Angel on the floor. He certainly hadn’t expected her to do…whatever it was that she was trying to do.

But he liked that she kept surprising him with her silly little acts, even if they still really needed to have a serious conversation about her running away… and you, allegedly being scared of him? What reason could she have to be scared? Had he been a little too blunt with his explanation about how he found out what her name was? 

No, he couldn’t have. He even purposely left out the bloody part, she didn’t need to know about that. And to be fair, he barely touched those disgusting bugs that had described  “the princess” as some kind of mindless trophy. Sabo had just made it very clear that he couldn’t stand that kind of misogynistic thinking… with his fists.

He pondered Y/N’s reason for being scared for a few more moments, before he glanced down at her and saw how she was peeking at him through her half squinted eyes. And how she abruptly closed them when she was caught.

"She so fucking adorable" he whispers to himself.

Talking was important, but it could wait for a little bit. How could he not play along when she was acting so incredibly cute.

"Oh no, she fainted. I better put her on the bed." Sabo said in a sarcastic tone as he lifted her off the floor.

He noticed how Y/N shifted in his arms, still trying her best to keep her act up. He carefully placed her on the bed and just looked at her for a moment. 

Cute.

"Hmm, what’s that thing they do in fairytales?” Sabo sighed, before he leaned down close to her ear and whispered “Right…maybe she will wake up if I kiss her?" 

Within a second Y/N opened her eyes and shoved him away. A bright red blush had spread over her face, and he couldn’t help but to chuckle at her adorable reaction.

"Oh look, I didn’t even have to kiss her for it to work. Just. Like. A. Princess." 

"PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!" She exclaimed as she sat straight up on the bed, putting her arms in front of her.

‘Ehm- what?’ Sabo was suddenly very confused about what was happening.

"Hurt you? Why the fuck would I do that?" He asked.

"Because you are a Revolutionary, you disdain Nobles. You enjoy torturing them for fun, before you drag them to the guillotine. And you make them read your manifesto over and over, and over. And I'm a freaking Princess, daughter of a cruel, greedy tyrant! Of course you’re going to fucking hurt me!" 

Sabo stared at her with a blank face for a second, before he started to laugh hysterically, bending over with his hands on his stomach. 

"Pfft, hahaha—oh my god, this is too good to be true, hahaha," he laughed, tears lining his eyes. "Fuck- I can't breathe." 

It must have been a minute or two, but he finally calmed himself down after hearing her insane reasoning. God, everything made so much sense now. 

"Is this why you spent the last two weeks pretending to have amnesia? You actually believe in those crazy rumors?" Sabo chuckled as he wiped a tear from his eye "Oh, but the thing about the manifesto is true though. We use it to re-educate all kinds of people that have a messed up world view." 

"But mother told me-" 

"Well, your mom isn’t exactly the brightest. She thought I was a noble coming over for tea when I jumped over the castle gates. That’s how I got in." 

"You do kinda look like a noble." Y/N said, still visibly taken aback by his reaction.

"Yeah... But I also had a fucking metal pipe stuck to my back, which should have set some alarm bells ringing in her head. But she greeted me at the front door herself, happy to have a guest." 

"Mother, dear God." she sighed "Wait- why did you have a mental pipe?" 

"Uhmm... no reason. Don't worry about it." Sabo gave her a closed eyed smile.

The room fell silent.

He felt an anxious feeling growing in his chest. Whatever her reasoning was, this poor girl had still been afraid that he was going to hurt her. 

God, he was such an idiot. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she never wanted to see him again, considering how he had acted these last weeks. The thought of that scared him.

No, either way he needed to apologize. Maybe there was a chance that she would forgive him. And even if she didn’t, he would accept that.

Sabo carefully walked over to the bed, and when he saw that Y/N didn’t move away, he sat down next to her.

"I’m sorry Y/N. I never want to harm you in any way. Fuck, I feel horrible for putting you through that. You must have been so anxious the entire time. And I just thought we were playing a silly game. I promise, I never wanted you to feel that." He said, clenching his fist together.

All he could do was stare down on his knees. Sabo had never felt more ashamed than how he felt right this moment. 

Then, he felt a soft hand touch his forearm.

“I believe you.” Y/N’s sweet voice stated, making him look straight at her in shock.

“Why?” He stuttered, still not believing she was actually forgiving him.

“Hmmm… Because I want to.” She said, giving him a bright smile.

Sabo felt how his chest grew warm, like it did every time he saw that smile. 

Did she not understand the severity of this situation? It would make sense considering how she had been treated all her life. He needed her to understand that it was okay for her to be angry. That it was okay if she never wanted to see him again. That she was free to feel whatever she wanted to feel.

“But I stalked you for two weeks. I trapped you in a supply closet. I pressured you about your name over and over. I even stole your underwear. It’s only logical if you hate me, and-”

“But I don’t hate you. And I do believe you don’t want to hurt me.” Y/N sighed, before a serious expression fell over her face. “Look, have there been times I’ve been scared that something bad was going to happen to me if any of you found out who I am? Yes. But it’s a normal feeling to have when all your life you've been told that the Revolutionary Army tortures Nobles, right?” 

Sabo gave her a small nod, but stayed quiet and waited for her to continue talking.

“But for some reason, even though you have taken pleasure in tormenting me, and don’t try to deny it, there was still a part of me that believed that you never actually wanted to do me any harm. That none of the people in this base wanted to hurt me. And I was driving myself crazy trying to explain that feeling away, Stockholm Syndrome and stuff like that… But I do believe you.” 

“But-” Sabo started to say, but was caught off by a finger flicking his forehead.

"Ughh, no more but! It's okay, I actually wasn’t that scared until you told me you were the Second in Command. And even after that, a part of me still didn’t believe you wanted to kill me." Y/N laughed, which was a reaction not quite fitting her statement

"You thought I wanted to kill you?!" Sabo exclaimed, feeling even more embarrassed over how delusional he had been. 

She nodded in response, letting out a small giggle. 

"And I followed you around like a fucking stalker. Shit, do you know how close I was to breaking into your room last night?" He asked, feeling a warm flush spread over his face.

"You were close to doing what?" 

"Uh-" 

“Pfft- hahaha. It’s kinda fun seeing you embarrassed for once.” Y/N snickered, making Sabo feel relieved.

This was good. By some godsent miracle, she had actually forgiven him and was somehow dealing with the whole situation surprisingly well. He had been given a second chance, and he wasn’t going to screw this up.

All he needed to do now was figure out if she had the same feelings as he did. And this time he was going with brutal honesty. 

___

It felt weird. That the small hope that had been inside her during this entire time was actually true. That Sabo never wanted to hurt her. She knew that the moment she heard his sincere words. Pure relife.

And thank god for that, otherwise she would have looked pretty stupid for sticking around this place so long. Haha, wouldn’t that have been a fun ending to her story. “The naive princess who was tricked and fell in love with the cruel enemy.”

No, she liked this ending much better. The ending where she was just a person, not chained to a title, who was free to love whoever she wanted to.

Even if the love in question was directed towards an undeniably handsome man, but with a sadistic streak. Because there was no denying that fact, Y/N knew that he genuinely took pleasure in tormenting her and seeing her embarrassed. And she was slowly starting to accept that she actually enjoyed it too. Not that Sabo needed to know that.

But she wanted to tell him about the feelings she’s been keeping locked away for these past few weeks. What was she supposed to do? There’s rules and etiquette to follow when it comes to these things. She couldn’t just flat out tell him-

“I love you.” Sabo’s statement cut through her train of thoughts.

“Wha-” Y/N was taken aback. Did he just-

“No scratch that.” He said as he moved closer to her, taking hold of her hand. “What I’m feeling for you is probably closer to an obsession at this point, and I know that sounds like a bad thing, but I promise it’s not. I feel a constant urge to be near you and keep you safe and make you feel loved and cared for and-”

Sabo paused, and she believed she had never seen him look this serious. How could he just say all those things so bluntly? She felt her heart beating faster, and how a warm flush spread over her cheeks.

“And I need to know if I’m just delusional, or if you like me too. Because I was certain you did, up until the moment I realized I’ve been a complete idiot during the entire time I’ve known you. And if you don’t, then that’s okay. I promise I will stop tormenting you... But if there’s even the smallest chance that I can be with you, I need to know.” He said, almost sounding desperate. 

Their faces were so close, Y/N could feel Sabo’s breath on her lips. His hand had left hers and traveled to her waist, carefully keeping it there and moving her slightly closer to him. 

She put her hand against his chest, surprised to feel that his heart was beating as fast as hers. Her body felt hot and she was trying her hardest to formulate a response, and before she knew it a single word slipped past her lips.

“Yes.” She said with a shaky voice, and felt how Sabo’s grip grew firmer on her waist.

“Yes what?” He asked, an almost pleading look in his eyes.

“...I love you.” Y/N whispered, barely audible for anyone but Sabo to hear. 

“Thank God, you don’t know how much I’ve carved to hear you say those words.” He said with a relieved smile, making her heart flutter.

She hardly had time to catch her breath before she felt Sabo’s hand snake to the back of her hair, pulling her into a kiss. It caught her a little off guard, but Y/N felt safe as he took the lead, guiding her down on her back.

As the hand on her waist started to rub small circles through the fabric of her shirt, the kiss grew more intense, and she felt how the now familiar knot in her stomach started to form. She wanted more, to feel more, be closer to him. Her body was moving on its own, her hand grazing over his chest, up to his jaw and gently stroking her thumb over his cheek. 

Suddenly Sabo pulled away, breaking the kiss. She could see a soft pink tint over his face as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Fuck… Okay, you need to tell me now if you want to stop. Because we can, if you want to. But I’m barely keeping it together right now. So, do you want me to continue?” He asked with a heavy breath.

Y/N could only nod, making Sabo chuckle a little.

“Angel, I need to hear you say it.” He said, giving her a reassuring smile.

“...yes.” She answered quietly, growing more and more flustered.

“Hm? Yes, what?” A mischievous smile spread over Sabo’s lips as he cupped her chin and tilted her face up towards his.

“I- I want to continue.” Y/N managed to say. She didn’t want this to end now, before it even started.

“Good, that was all I needed to hear. I promise I will take really good care of you.” Sabo stated as he let go of her chin and leaned back so he was sitting on his knees in front of her.

How did he look so calm and in control? While she was barely keeping it together. Wasn’t they supposed to continue? Why did he move away?

“God, your thoughts are written all over your face. So eager, Angel.” He chuckled, as her face turned red. 

She watched as Sabo took his jacket off and loosened the carvant around his neck. She could see how his eyes roamed over her body, something flickering in his gaze as they met hers. She couldn’t figure out what he wanted her to do. 

“I don’t know what-” She started to say, but Sabo cut her off.

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart. I was just a little caught up in thoughts about how cute you look when you're flustered. Don’t worry, you don’t need to think right now, I’ll help you.” He stated. “Now, come here and help me take my gloves off.”

“Okay?” Y/N answered, a little confused about his request, but she moved closer to him and started to pull one of his gloves off, but Sabo moved his hand away.

“No, no Angel. Use your mouth.” He said with a grin over his lips.

“W-what?” 

“Well, I can keep them on if you want to… But I promise it's going to feel much better without the gloves. You want it to feel nice, don’t you?” Sabo asked, and she nodded in response “Okay, so take them off, just like I told you to do it.”

Dear God, I’m about to do the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done in my life.

This devilish man must have some secret power over her, because why else would she be doing this. She cautiously eyed the gloved hands as she swallowed what was left of her pride, and slowly started to tug the glove off with her teeth. The taste of leather felt bitter on her lips as she somehow managed to work the first glove of his hand. 

Without giving her a second to breath, a finger pushed against her mouth, waiting for her to start. Y/N glared at Sabo, but he only gave her a smirk in response. The other glove didn’t come off as easily, and truth be told, she suspected that he was making it harder for her on purpose. 

“There. Happy?” She asked in a snarky tone as she tugged the glove of his hand.

“Very.” He snickered back.

“I don’t understand why you enjoy making me feel embarrassed so much.” Y/N said with a small pout.

“Because it’s fun seeing your cute reactions... And because I know you like feeling that way.” Sabo said as he leaned a little bit closer to her.

“I- I do not!” She exclaimed, moving back further up on the bed.

“No, you do.” he said in a calm tone as he started to unbutton his shirt. “I know because you always rub your thighs together when I make you flustered. And that’s usually a good sign”

Y/N tried to move further away, but suddenly felt a tug around her ankle making her fall flat on her back. She felt how Sabo’s hand started to travel up her leg, as he moved over her, one knee placed between her legs, pressing against her.

And dear god, just that little amount of much needed pressure against the right spot felt so good. An airy moan escaped her lips as the small knot in her abdomen grew.

“Fuck… you make the most angelic sounds when you’re needy.” Something dark flickered in Sabo’s eyes. “God, I’m going to have so. much. fun. with. you.”

___

If heaven made a sound, he was pretty sure that this is what it would sound like.

Sabo’s mind was clouded by his Angel’s sweet sobs as he continued to flick his tongue over her clit, moving his fingers inside of her in a steady rhythm. 

He had lost count of how many times he had made her cum by this point, but seeing the effects it had on her made every orgasm worth it. Legs twitching, hair clinging to her forehead, tears lining her eyes.

It was like he was looking at a piece of art.

Sabo knew he was being cruel. But the sound of her choked out voice in between airy moans and heavy breaths were fucking intoxicating. He could probably do this for hours, if he wasn’t burning up with his own greedy need.  

The need to pin her under him. The need to finally feel her clench around him. The need to put marks all over her body. Proof of how much he loved and adored her. Proof that she was his.

And although he knew that he shouldn’t be thinking it, he felt an overwhelming need to turn her into a completely broken mess. 

But he also knew that it was probably time to give her a break, let her catch her breath and rest against his chest-

“Sabo- please~” Y/N whimpered, clenching around his fingers.

Fuck- 

How was he supposed to ignore that? In the past hour, making her cum had become like an addiction to him. He craved to hear her cry out in pleasure as he helped her reach that high over and over again.  

Just one more.

“Oh, I know it’s a lot, sweetheart. You’re being so good for me. Just one more and then we’re done, I promise.” He heard how Y/N’s voice hitched as he quickened the pace of his fingers.

Wet sounds and loud moans filled his head, melting inside every time his name slipped past her lips in small cries of pleasure. She was squirming, basically grinding against his face. 

And Sabo loved every second of it. He loved that he could make her this way. That he could completely shut her brain off and make her lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her.

And as he felt his Angel’s body tense up once more, Sabo couldn’t resist the urge to gently bite her inner thigh.

He carefully pulled his fingers out and leaned back to look at the beautiful picture in front of him. A red flush over her cheeks. Puffy lips, probably from her biting down on them. Chest slowly rising and falling with every breath. 

“Fucking angelic.” Sabo moaned, taking one more good look before he laid down next to her.

He gently pulled her towards him, letting her head rest on his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair, carefully untangling the mess he had created.

“How are you feeling Angel? It wasn’t too much, was it?” He asked, placing his other hand on her thigh, rubbing soft circles on her skin.

“Nice, so nice~ “ Y/N answered in a soft voice, lightly grazing over his chest with her hand.

“Nice? Maybe we should keep going then-” he felt a slap against his chest “I was just joking, sweetheart. It’s late, and I plan on keeping you trapped with me in this room for at least a few days, so you’re going to need the rest.”

“What?” she asked, already half asleep.

“Huh? Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it, I’ll show you tomorrow.”

___

This must be the most wonderful-

Wait, no. We’re not doing that again. Last time ended in disaster.

Y/N stretched her legs out as she opened her eyes. God, she felt sore. 

She mindlessly put her arms over her head to relieve the ache, but felt how her hand hit something. She looked up, horrified to see her fist pushed in right under Sabo's jaw, quickly moving it away. 

“Well, good morning to you too.” Sabo said as he stroked the place she had hit. “Was I really that mean last night that I deserved being woken up by a punch?”

“I’M SO SORRY, I DIDN’T-” Y/N stopped herself a thought back on the previous night, and on how much her body ached this very moment. “You know what? You do deserve that.”

“Ouch! My poor heart.” He answered in a dramatic voice, placing his hands over his chest.

All of this was so absurd, she couldn’t help but to laugh. 

Yesterday when she woke up, she had been fully prepared to run away. Almost convinced that the man now laying in her bed wanted to drag her to the guillotine. Afraid that she was going to spend the rest of her life camping out in the middle of the woods. But nothing of that had happened.

Funny how things turn out sometimes. Still, there were some things that needed to be cleared up.

“So, what happens now? I mean, didn’t you say that my so-called father basically surrendered yesterday? Doesn’t that mean that the revolution is over?” Y/N asked.

“Hmm, yeah, kinda… Now it’s just the boring administrative work left. You know, sentencing the bad guys to prison, relocating funds, drafting a new constitution, and whatnot.” Sabo said with a shrug “Oh, but don’t worry. Koala can probably handle that alone for the first few days. We’re not leaving this room unless we really, really need to.”

“You’re not keeping me trapped in here. I need food, and a bath.” She scoffed.

“But I thought you loved me?” He answered with a hurt expression. “Now that I think about it, maybe it’s better if we moved to my room instead. I have snacks we can eat, and a shower.”

“That’s not- nevermind.” Y/N sighed. “We’re getting sidetracked… I mean, what happens after all the administrative stuff is done?”

“Oh, we're going back to Baltigo. The island itself might not be so fun, but don’t worry, everyone at the main base will welcome you with open arms. And you can meet Hack, and Dragon, and all the other members. And you can of course move in with me if you want to, but we can also get you your own room if you would prefer that-”

“Wait, wait, wait. You understand that I’m staying here, right?” She stated.

“What?” Sabo asked with a dumbfounded look.

___

Koala was standing on the stern, looking back at the Island they had lived on for the past month. She thought fondly of the people they had helped liberate from the tyrannical ruler of the country. It always felt good leaving after a successful mission.

“We need to turn around.” Sabo said, suddenly standing next to her.

“FUCK- where did you come from.” She exclaimed.

“Koala, tell them to turn the ship around.” He said in a deadly serious tone.

“Why?” She asked, already knowing what this was about.

“I forgot something…” 

“Mhmm, and what would that something be?” Koala said as she rolled her eyes.

“A stubborn brat who doesn’t know what’s best for her.” Sabo answered through gritted teeth.

“Ah-ah, careful there Mr. Chief of Staff for the Revolutionary Army. Kinda sounds like you want to take away someone’s free will.” She teased, earring a scoff in response. “You want Y/N to live free, right? To make her own choices?”

“...yes.” 

“Exactly. So stop pouting like some spoiled rich kid. Besides, Dragon already agreed that it was safe for you to go visit her between missions. You’ll see her again in two months.”

“But what if she misses me and I’m not there?” Sabo asked in a panicked voice.

“She’ll write you a letter!”

“What if she burns the house down?”

“Dear God, have mercy and give me strength… Oh wait, strength.” Koala chuckled as she slammed her fist down at the top of Sabo’s head. “Stop being an idiot”

She glared at Sabo as he rubbed the spot on his head, before she saw him looking back towards the Island.

“Two months…Just two months.” he sighed, with a faint smile spreading over his lips.

___

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Heartkillers ep 10 uncohesive stray thoughts

With screenshots cuz I take to many and I'll feel like that's wasteful if I don't at least use them for a post

God, this scene reeks of codependency. But like in a good way, yknow. In an evidence of love way. They just don't want to be apart because they care. And I guess cuz they're scared they won't see each other again.

I love Fadel and his consistent morals. He'd been silent, letting Bison get his anger and revenge, cus that is not his main thing, but as soon as he hears any word of deciet or lies, he's right on his feet getting involved.

Yeah that checks.

I have to wonder, tho, if Lilly is a poisoner, why were Fadel and Bisons' parents shot? And why would she train them with a gun instead of the weapon she know best?

That's not the unbelievable part dear. She seems very capable of all that. Look at what she made you do

Acting like some housewives worrying about their husbands away at war or some shit.

Imma be real with you. I wasn't paying attention for a bit, and I read this as "Why don't you try and top Fadel?" and I got a little hopeful for a bit.

We've got a comeback from the -two rings on one finger, no other jewelry- look from style. Love this energy.

For anyone wondering, the first time we saw this was in episode 6 when he was out drinking with Kant, so it might just be what he wears when he goes to get drunk with his buddy. Guess there aren't too many occasions for a mechanic to wear a mid finger index ring. It tends to get in the way a lot when moving (like manual labor). And if you dont wear a ring often, choosing to wear no other jewelry to make your specialty ring pop makes a lot of sense.

Sorry, I looked too deeply into that.

Lillys actress is so stunning. The discomfort and distaste on her face is so subtle but to perfect.

Oh, drama, Keen already knows about (one of) their lovers and tried to kill him. I wonder why he used a gun, tho. The only flashback/scene we saw of them pre assassin, while training, was to show that Keen was a worse shot than Bison and Fadel. Did he improve or was the reason he missed (only hitting styles arm, not killing him) because he still has bad aim.

Also, could the tattoo be Kants' work? It kinda reminds me of his spiderweb arm tatoo, but that doesn't mean its his style (he might not have done his arm one himself), so who knows, maybe they know each other, maybe they don't.

Fucking romantic loser, holy shit. He couldn't see gay people without thinking of his boyfriend

That's not something to be fucking proud of cassie

Nr. 1 god his hair looks fucking good like this

Nr. 2 Mister poetry over here, annoying piece of shit with his lovey dovey words

Ofc Style would instigate a cheer, like this is a cheersquad and not a murder operation

I really need him to stop mentioning it all the time, like he is proud of it or something

Oh, uniform kink. Interesting

Okay, I kinda feel bad for Keen now. Nobody seems to care about him (except Thanon ig, I hope nothing bad happens to him). Lilly didn't even care enough to use him.

Also, jesus Fadel, you're brothers. You've never put in even an hour of effort to ask about his day or some shit, rude. (I get that they are all just a product of Lillys creation but but this seems a lil excessive)

With the tattoos. That is quite a bold plan. There is like a 50/50 change they (rich ladies) are put off by the tattoos. Guess some might see it as an adventure and be into it. It's still a gamble.

Also like how does he know golfing, tho? Had he golfed before, or is Kant just good at improvising, because he looked quite knowledgable.

The way he has lowered himself to look up at her through his lashes, the fucking bitch. Once again using First height for storytelling. This time, Kant has lowered himself to make Lilly feel like she is above him and in control.

Idk if she is open-minded or if she could just smell the gay on him.

Ahw, he cares. Does he expect Keen to do that, tho? Like Fadel knows that he already tried to kill Style and has shot him. He doesn't seem likely to suddenly care about the wishes of his brother, who doesn't even care about him.

Not too sure what it means but i just noticed that Fadel has his whole head and neck angled up while Styles face is pointed to the front and he is just looking up with his eyes, through his eyelashes.

Maybe it's to show that Fadel is more confrontational while Style is more scared of Keen.

Oh, calling his bluff, cute. I dont remember if Fadel backed down when Bison pointed his gun at Style but if he did (i think so) that contrast shows very well how succesfull Lilly has been in driving them apart by making them all think Keen is less capable (mostly because she just didnt let him train)

Ofcourse he has to brag, has to lay out his success (he could have kept it to himself to use it for longer, but whatever, guess he expects to take him out right here, right now). Because Keen doesn't actually have any negative feelings towards Fadel (except maybe jealousy), he mostly just wants to prove himself to be capable. Even though he is holding the gun, it is Lilly who has her finger on the trigger. Without her constant critique, he would have felt the need to do all this. It's really her words that are driving Keen to do this, not Fadel (and Bisons) actions.

Yeah, and i feel like Keen should know that. Doesnt he know about her killing Fadels boyfriend, and he knows she wants Style dead as well, he has all the evidence he needs to see that Fadel and Bison dont have any more freedom or happiness than he does, just more tasks.

The continual cutting to Style while they talk about Fadels ex probably has to tell us something, but i honeslty can't read that much off his face. Is he jealous?

You're telling me Fadel couldn't figure that out himself. Even if he didn't think about it too much then (too sad or something), now with this new info he has about her, it shouldn't come as that much of a shock. She killed your parents and is trying to kill your boyfriend. It is not odd to think this patern is connected.

The desparation in both his eyes, his words, and his voice; it's fucking heartbreaking

Squished Fadel, perfection

Styles speech was a lil akward, but he got his point across and he has never really been a poet before. The honesty, although clunky, makes it seem more vulnerable and true, more like Style

Fav scenes

Fadel and Bisons emotional breakdown in the abandoned building. Omg the feelings..

Kant golfing was very cute.

Kant and Bison in the empty pool. Shit was stunning.

Fadel and Styles last scene. Maybe I just like Fadel crying and strong emotions.

For anyone wondering about my statistics, I took a total of 180 screenshots. 81 of Fadel and or Style, 58 of Kant and or Bison, 10 of Keen, 8 of Bison and Fadel together, 7 of Reurat, 5 of Lilly, 5 of more than two characters in a shot, 3 of Kant and Style together, 2 of Lilly and Keen together, and 1 of Babe