#damnit asia

[lepurcinus]

I just wanted to watch baby rabbit care videos and ended up in a strange community of remarkable animal abuse...

For god's sake

I wonder what the fuck is wrong with these people's minds. That crap isn't cute neither funny.

[theinsidiousdice]

Imagine being Gaspen Payne.

You've got a high-profile court case about a courtroom bombing. On top of that, it's a slam dunk - solid evidence and an expert witness.

And then - what's this? Opposing counsel is the guy who humiliated your older brother three different times? Perfect, even better. You'll whip his ass and then maybe Winston will speak to you again.

Only.. the case goes poorly. Not only that, it ends with the true culprit threatening to set off another bomb. You run out of the courtroom, which, under the circumstances, is a pretty smart thing to do. But while you're evacuating, that punk-ass defense attorney gets your expert witness found guilty.

Afterwards, your courtroom manner and potential corruption get you drummed out of the public prosecutors' office in the aftermath of the end of the dark age of the law. In your shame, you flee the country, probably leaving behind a note that says something like "prosecutor Gaspen Payne chooses death", or maybe "come and get me, loser! Spankety spankety spankety."

After some time wandering listlessly around Asia, finding your family roots in Japan, trying a topknot toupee and realizing it doesn't work on you, you find your way into a tiny mountainous country. Religious, spiritual. That's fine. You can fake that stuff as necessary.

Then you find out that they've de facto banned defense attorneys. And they have a position open for chief prosecutor, a position you'd given up all hope of getting anywhere near.

It's the cushiest job you've ever had. All you need to do is stand there in your stupid gold suit and sparkle while the princess does some seance bullshit. No effort on your part, but even so your name gets attached to the win.

Then - one day - a *treason* case. Perfect. It'll be easy. You have unimpeachable evidence and a spotless witness.

The judge is about to hand down the verdict, thereby etching your name into the history books as the one who brought a traitor against the crown to justice. You'll finally have it all - fame, reputation, a crown, heck, maybe *this* is what'll get your brother to talk to you again.

The courtroom doors open.

You hear a familiar "Objection!".

God damnit.

God fucking dammit.

No wonder Winston never beat this guy - he's the cockroach of attorneys. How the fuck is he even here?

And - what? *He doesn't even remember you???*

GOD

DAMMIT

[alatismeni-theitsa]

Hi there! First off, I love your blog and the fact you’re giving us Greeks a voice without being a nationalist is quite refreshing!

I do have a question about your perception of sexism in Greek culture. I’m diaspora so my experience with my culture is much different compared to other Greeks’ experiences. While I have been fortunate to have plenty of strong Greek women in my life, I find that other Greeks, even those in my γιαγια’s own neighborhood, have different perceptions of women than those held in my family. For example, my γιαγιά constantly gossips about how her male Greek neighbor always has his wife do the work while he sits back and watches, calling him “lazy” and «μαλακάς». Again, from what I understand, my family’s attitudes aren’t common (according to most women in my family) among Greeks, but we are diaspora, with me being second generation, so their views could be skewed. How would you describe Greeks’ attitudes towards women and how would you say sexism presents itself in Greece?

(If this question makes you uncomfortable feel free not to answer, I’m just curious)

You’re an amazing blog and you’re giving Greeks everywhere a sense of community, thank you for everything you’re doing for us!

"without being a nationalist" Whoooops the bar is quite low isn't it 😂😂😂 But I totally get what you mean, and thank you for your message! 😍😍😍

I have no issue answering the question because of comfort levels but describing the phenomenon for the 10 million who live in Greece is quite challenging. You can see my short tag #feminism for a small taste. Other than that, I'd say you can see women on pretty much all sides of the spectrum - the ones who are forced into marriage (although rare) and the dynamic businesswomen who move into different spaces with all the freedoms men have been granted forever.

For comparison, society-wise we are among the lowest places for gender equality in Europe, but higher than our neighbors in N. Africa and West Asia. It's common to find Greek women who want equal division of labor and equality in all terms and actively advocate for it. Even in your yaya's time there were many women who thought like that (I've met some women like that) but now there are definitely significantly more.

(I don't mean that in other places which rank lower women "don't try hard enough". I spoke in terms of what is acceptable to do in the society the woman lives)

At the same time, in all levels and jobs there is certainly a bias of men being heard more than women (by men and women alike). The glass ceiling and the glass elevator are real. My opinion is that we want to show as a nation that we strive for equality but when push comes to shovel, a man's opinion is heard more, and men hold more power overall compared to women in similar positions to them.

In practical matters, if you are a woman you are seen as small and weak and fragile even if you are tall and strong for a woman - e.g. your suitcase might be taken without you asking because men assume you can't carry it, or they ask you if you can carry a 2 kg bag and baby-talk to you when they think you can't do a job 90% of humans is able to accomplish 😫

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the gestures but it can be a painful reminder that men see women as not exactly humans but "women" (or "pretty and cute objects"), and this makes them not ask for permission or generally give us as the same decency they give to their male friends whom they see as humans. (And I am not talking about sexual things here. But most things apply equally in all scenarios) When it's happened to you many times, from all types of male friends (yes, even the best and kindest ones) you are like "bruh... what is happening in their subconscious??"

Obviously "not all men" but definitely "too many men, damnit!" It goes without saying that lots of Greek men have been advocating for women's rights - buuut at the same time they don't exactly get it. As I said, though, all the help and good intentions are appreciated (at least by me) and I won't knock down someone just because they unknowingly caused a microaggression.

And, yes, a number Greek women take part in this too, by willfully taking advantage of what being a "young pretty woman" in Greek society gives you, and by uploading sexist content for fun. The number is not that large but well... they exist.

What I mean by the first case: Princesses who have double standards like "Yes, women should be empowered!! Omg what do you mean that I have to undertake responsibilities too?? Am I not here to just be pretty? Do you want me to KNOW and DO things on top of everything?"

The second case could be described by a series of videos I've seen around on TikTok, mostly posted by teen women, "my brother reacts to my clothes". And as you can expect, the brother calls them basically a "slut" in "funny" ways when they see their wardrobe. And then the sister uploads it on TikTok with full knowledge of what the video entails. Men in the comments often agree and further slutshame her and other women her age when they dress for the club.

Things change slowly but there's much talk about feminist issues today and this alerts more and more people to push for improvement.

Disclaimer for this being based on personal experience and stories from friends. If you've seen something else in Greece, feel free to add it.

[the-firebird69]

They are up no. Are exhausted. Need the two gone and shortly. They play a nasty game here to try and kidnap him. But Lily is right. She saw him doubling over from sickness twice heard our son said what can I do. Stay away. She heard it said oh no your at me and Jason is up.

The dead guy his brain on the ground ok cheeseman is by someone else. Grandson nope Russian boy close look. Is in Elysium. Pulled a gun on our son. Tommy f had him. And he saw it nope wasn't going to safety on but the movement stunned Tommy f. Shot at our son three times

The Russian hit in Iraq they mk fun of him.

He hits cheeseman. Brain out ok. Intact. And yeh had him. Is partners with flaming dragon.

But hasn't happened yet to rod.

Needs it but ok. Not a huge brain

Is going to be alive 95% intact just not in his body.

Yeh ok we collect it true... really Sean ok it's Mac proper

He hears it needed this is sick lk mom was for years. She saw him dn got worried got help her grandfather. She's above MB macs try a lot Tommy f has Intel ppl need. Says this can do ut

He's out soon macs fix it. Oh no. We see. He says too far gone. His have to or macs use power ok ok he says

We do this now

Thor Freya

It's not a tricycle I earned my spot here damnit he laughed we're nowhere. Ok I said it. We were in trouble at UMass. Drinking out good and MB not early but out. Good.

I looked reinactment months true and we messtacized. I look fine in tropic thunder. True. But hobble. Nope. Ok not my body. Is one of mine he said no has been

Terry c

Gross what's next but this crab threat is Mac proper and sponsored by certain macs and big. And vs Asia and for giants cover for ur mining

Etc

Zues Hera

So we did the job. Yes he says John r asleep. Good Dave helped and bg

Good now sleep tiger ok hahaha flaming dragon hahaha

Terry c we need our now need to. Too sick 2.5 rad we do sacrifice ok we get it

He takes it no Tommy f he thinks true too is a nut job possibly the b ball player

We tried to say it mk it permanent nope the ships work.

Terry c

I got that rig something stupid they CK sniff ok. I got ten thousand out of 100 it good no worked they won't shut up.

Tommy f

Why don't you back off me macs..no? Ok surface dmg we see thay say not well no it's clear off they do say it don't mean it

We use this he says acid spritzer then they cringe.

Thor Freya you see your only human Max's ok

Olympus

[orsialos]

that moment when you have the inspiration to recreate an ancient Greek festival from a colony in Asia Minor and don't even have a name for it but WHATEVER it's for Lord Ares so who the hell cares. All I know are the basics of the festival and some related epithets but damnit I'm going to make this work.

This is why I love the reconstruction part of my faith 🧡

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Is it Göbekli Tepe

It is an archaeological site

It is prehistoric

It is not in the Mediterranean

It is not from the Bronze Age

It is not in the Americas

It is from the stone age

It is in Southwest Asia

It is a site of habitation

It is in Turkey

It is Göbekli Tepe!

(x)

Damnit, I think I made this one too easy by far. But congratulations to everyone who played! If you want to learn more aabout this site, you can check out its Wikipedia page!

-Reid

[daarka]

for your new dnd character, who’s her deity and what is her relationship with the like?

uwu

So I should first explain that I play Cassiana (at the moment) primarily in the world I DM for. The lore for that setting is that any pantheons of gods that exist on earth can also exist in that world; my other cleric, Skena, is descended from Anubis, for example. It's always made more sense to me to have a world where different regions have different pantheons of gods, because that's what happened in our world, too. An entire continent or even globe does not typically all subscribe to the exact same religion! And instead of crafting countless deities myself, I find it much more interesting to be able to use deities that have full articles and research and culture established around them already!

Cassiana is from the north, a cold, mountainous, and rather inhospitable country. The pantheons that exist there tend to be of the variety that line up to west-Asia or northern/eastern Europe in our world.

With that all established, you have a bit of context behind me saying: Cassiana's patron deity is the goddess Kalma (a Finnish goddess in our world). Kalma is a deity of graveyards, decay, and similar domains, often attributed with the dead and even odors of rot.

She's not very easy on the eyes (or nose), but damnit, we stan characters and entities that are not conventionally attractive in this house.

Cass has rather indirect connection to this deity; Kalma is more like an ambiguously-extant presence in Cass' periphery than she is an individual Cass mingles directly with. Which is a far cry from Skena, an aasimar, who communicates directly with her god a great deal. For Cassiana, Kalma is a very background-dwelling presence, practically just a vibe, that she subscribes to and aligns with, simply because that vibe feels "right".

Cass has a bit of a funky backstory, but I'm not even sure she's aware of Kalma's identity, or that it is, in fact, a goddess she is drawing her power from. Kalma doesn't strike me as the type of entity who feels it necessary to announce herself, either. So they've got that weird thing goin on!

Thanks for asking c:

[alvhiedeir]

Little Red Elf

Thor X Reader

3174 words

This is longer than intended and quite different than requested and I have no excuse than my lack of discipline but I hope this is good enough

You are seriously thinking about investing on a security camera.

No, it wasn't that you were worried about being robbed. It's was being, 'gifted'.

In an almost daily basis, different items would make it's way to your doorstep. Black roots, hyacinth, hellebores, poppies and other herbs that would usually not grow around the area. It was nice, that was the first thought you had. You were no Circe, the great witch of Aiaia, but such ingredients could and did help greatly with your draughts. So as much as this occurrence should startle you, you brushed it off as the doing of one of your friends working for Lord Osanyin who would usually send you samples of anything new. You figured business was just doing better than usual for her to give you this much.

Two weeks, it continued on. When you rise for the day, there would be a neatly placed bundle of herbs or plant on your front steps. Always perfectly centered. And for two weeks, you accepted each and everything in such giddiness.

That is until you until today.

"I haven't been given you anything, (y/n)," She turned away from the selves she was organizing and continued, "it's been pretty busy lately for the last month with the arrival of new supply from Asia."

Her answer gave you a sudden feeling of uneasiness.

"Then who," your voice trailed, dragging the weariness and alert in the air. Your friend was quick to catch the shift of your mood.

"But think about it," she placed the bottle she was holding and walked towards you, "those herbs are rare and what are the chances of a random miscreant obtaining it?"

It eased your nerves a bit to hear her words.

"Or maybe, you finally have an admirer even if your always holed up in your home!"

She laughed at the jesting glare you sent.

"Like you're any better, cat lady."

"Hey! Having four cats does not count as being a cat lady!"

"Sure, whatever you say."

You shared a laugh, the tension thinning out. After saying a few words, she went back to the counter to pack the herbs that you bought, the reason why you were there in the first place.

"You bought quite a lot. What is it for anyway?"

"Loki wanted some draughts to "bring entertainment around this damn boring halls", his words not mine."

She laughed, commenting how it sounded just like him. She handed you the carefully packed products, with a small purple ribbon tied on the basket as she always did for you.

Just as you're about to leave she called out.

"If you're still disturb about the whole mysterious gifts, why don't you try staying up to see who it is?" You thanked her for her suggestion and concern and with a wave, headed back home.

To say the least, her suggestion was not very successful.

After you went home, you got started on the ordered draughts and by the time the moon greeted the sky, your eyes were already heavy. Being stubborn, you stayed sitting in your kitchen, chair facing the window to see if anyone or anything would past by.

The minutes were slow and before you knew it, the sun has reclaimed its place. And there was yet another gift. A freshly uprooted crab apple tree that barely passes as an adult. How in the world did they get this one?

Another week fast approached and the gifts arrived just as fast. Cornel bark, elecampane, silver fir, the list goes on. Each night, you attempt to desperately stay awake to catch but a glimpse would always end up with you succumbing to sleep. It didn't matter if it was for hours or a mere minute, by the moment your eyelids flutter open, it was already there. Perfectly centered as always, in an almost mocking way.

"You missed us again", you could hear the ridicule from it.

As days flutter, the gifts and your frustrations would only intensify. One time it was antlers from a dear Australia. The other day it was the tusk of a bore. Yesterday it was the blood of steed. The last one made you panic a bit, but thankfully in came only in a small vial. It eased your nerves, albeit slightly that the animal was minimally harmed.

You tried sleeping in the morning so that so that you could roam at night. But when you rise from your chair for a drink or to go the toilet, the sneaky bastard have already placed another gift. You went as far as sitting on your doorstep for the whole night, but even that didn't help. The gift was on your window.

You were at your wits end with this "Persistent Santa" shenanigans (it was your friend who called them that. It was that or creepy-pile-of-dung-that-had-to-much-time). Whoever they were, they are good.

You sighed tiredly again, the dark bags proving Your fruitless efforts.

"Wow, you look miserable!" You silently snapped at the voice, too sleepy to argue but to proud to ignore it. His laugh was laugh, always happy to see others demise.

"Just give me the money, Loki." You impatiently thrust the basket full of draughts to him, eager to leave and maybe sleep for a few days.

"Aren't you greedy." The more he teases you, the more punching him right in the face became an increasingly good option. As if reading your voice, he raised his hands in mock surrender.

" I would pay you, but," he dragged his voice as floated closer to you, "I dont have my money right now. And the old man is calling me so can you wait a few minutes for me?" He smiled, oh-so-mockingly sweet at you.

A tomato would have been jealous of the tint of your check. The itching call for violence is now an unignorable howler. But before you can give in, the god of mischief is already pushing you into one of the rooms, claiming your silence as agreement. In a blink, you were in a well decorated room. The walls were cream in color and golden leaves decorated the corners. Threre were shelves of book against one side of the wall and-

"Wait a minute." Snapping out of your trance, you shouted, voice filled with vile, "Loki!"

But sadly, it came too late and the door have already been shut and only his feint mocking voice telling "enjoy!" Was heard from the other side.

You could sighed, pity for your own predicament. Moving towards one of the shelves with a colorful string of curse words following, you might sa well entertain yourself with something. The books were more old, and probably cost more than your soul. Each one was placed neat and organized, neither a speck or spot of dust could be seen. But one particular book caught your eye.

With a gentle finger, you traced the gold imprints on its spine.

Herbs, Medicine and Witchcraft

Unlike everything else, this one book was placed different. It was pulled slightly forward, as if recently placed back but someone else other than the organizer. When you pull it out, you also noticed the small, almost miniscule dirt on its cover. But other than that, it was nothing special.

"I didn't think they'll have this kind of book."

You sat down and flipped on a random page. It was filled with information about different plants that can be used for both medicine and, surprisingly witchcraft. It included their typical use, characteristics, side effects and their locations. And it was very specific too.

"I wonder if I can borrow this."

Page upon page was flipped, despite the fascination dwelling in you, drowsiness became unbearable. It was just so quiet and peaceful here. Maybe a few minutes won't hurt, right?

"Loki will be there for a while anyway. Might as well." Your reasoning seemed to make sense with your tired eyes and you rest your head. Not even bothered by the fact that you used the book as your pillow.

It'll just be few minutes anyway.

It wasn't a few minutes.

Slowly, your eyelids fluttered as consciousness begin to come back. You sighed contently, that nap certainly helped with your mood. You buried your nose deeper into the soft cloth you leaned on and inhaled. It smelled like fresh lilacs and the sun.

Wait, cloth?

You lifted your head and saw, indeed there was a neatly folded cloth on the place of the book. It was pale apricot, almost faded white and now that you are looking properly, it was a short robe?

"I starting to think you were not going to wake up."

Do you know the sound of a startled walrus with a respiratory disease? Imagine that, but worse. That how you sounded as you whipped your head in surprise to the voice. Right beside you was the god of thunder himself, Thor. The difference in size between him and the chair he was resting on was almost comical. You would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact you want to live a longer.

"He-hello Thor-sama." Damnit, what did you stutter?

He casted his eyes sideways to acknowledge your greeting, glacing right back into reading afterwards.

Looking yourself, it was then you noticed the book he was reading was the one you were previously sleeping on.

"It didn't seem like you were using it," his voice was monotone as for usual, "aside as a pillow, that is."

Ahh, the sheer pleasure of being swallowed by the ground right now would be nice.

"Ah! That- I! Yes..." You simply stared at your lap instead, fist clenched tightly on top. Better to stay quiet that to embarrass yourself further.

Thor was in between being an acquaintance and  a work friend. Neither of you talked much, aside from greetings and small talk but was more than used to his presence with the number of times you had to deliver things to Loki, enough so that you don't have to tremble everytime you meet.

But sitting this close, in a close space, alone, this was definitely the first time.

And it'll be the last if you're not careful.

The silence was suffocating, for you at least. You have almost jumped in your sit when he flipped a page in the book.

A minute passed and you are so closed to jumping out of the window. The room was too quiet. Making small talk won't be bad at times like this right?

"It's a nice book."

Wow. If you could, you would have hit yourself in the back of your head. Great thinking, really.

He merely nodded and the silence dragged once again.

"There's a lot of useful information in it."

Stop, just stop. Please stop digging your own grave.

"That's why it's a shame to be drooled on."

"I do not drool!"

In the distant, the sound of funeral bells rang clear in your head. The life you lived was good. Your friend will remember what flower you wanted to be placed on your coffin, and she can have your house, maybe even your-

Before you could complete your will, you heard a smallest of chuckle from the other god.

Huh?

You stared at Thor and sure enough, there's the tiniest arch in his lips. His eyes remains on the pages but - shit - has he always been this pretty?

Between the brief greetings and quick glances, it was hard to appreciate his beauty. Though mostly blank, his face was clear and smooth. Not a single blemish as one might expect from a god who knew battlefield as his home. He was no Aphrodite nor comparable to Paris, but he himself held a beauty of his own. You couldn't quite decide on if it was the light from the window or it was simply him that was glowing?

His neck flexed in the smallest notion as he read. The muscles of his shoulders were relaxed against the table.

Heavens. Those muscles.

You blushed on your thoughts. You tear your eyes away from his physique, the wooden table suddenly very interesting.

"It is rare to see you without Mjolnir, Thor-sama."

"I don't bring him when I read."

"Him?" The question lingered on your head. Was Thor one of 'those' people?

"Do you read often?"

"No."

"Are you interested in herbal medicine?"

"No."

"Is that so?" Your answer was awkward just as the air around you. But to the very least, the tension have eased out knowing that he didn't  obliterate you so far.

"Um, Thor-sama?"

Curse you and your need to fill in the silence.

"May I ask why you are reading a book about witchcraft? You do not seem the type to be interested in it." Realizing what you said was potentially insulting, you quickly apologized, eyes wide as you tried to explain. "Not that you don't look like it! What I mean is, um, - that." You stumbled over your own words with nervousness but he simply kept his eyes in the book, barely even glancing at you.

"... give you." His voice made you stop with your gibberish. Catching only the tail-end of his words, you looked at him questioningly. Only then did you realize that it has almost been a minute since he flipped a page, almost as if your question startled him as well.

"Ma-may you repeat that?"

There was a short pause before his answer came.

"So that I know what to give you."

Furrowed brows and confused eyes marked your features.

"So that I know what to give you."

His words repeated in your head, like an stubborn echo inside a cavern.

"I know what to give you."

"Give you."

"Give."

Oh shit.

"You're the Persistent Santa?!" The chair you previously sat on collided with the floor with a loud "thud". Hands planted heavily against the table, you casted accusing eyes to him.

Before any other words were uttered, your senses made its way back to your head like a harsh slap of water. You just yelled at the strongest Norse god. You might as well have dug your own hole and painted your tombstone.

But all fear and confusion left you as you stare at the fore mentioned god. He was not glancing down anymore but instead his eyes found its place opposite of your direction. And if one would look close, really intently stared, the faintest of red could be seen blooming in his cheeks.

"He-he's blushing."

Thor is blushing.

"You shouldn't be shouting here." His voice did not have the same air of threat and authority it usually holds. If your ears were right, it almost sounded like he was embarrassed.

Silently picking up the fallen chair, you sat down with your eyes burning holes the robe infront of you. Which you have almost forgotten was there.

Thinking back to the times you interacted with him, one word would usually come to mind. Quiet. He would acknowledge your presence or sometimes even greet you during the times you bump into one another but has never to made a conversation. Compared to Loki, you have always figured that maybe he was just more refined.

It wasn't until you heard his tale from your friend that you have gathered a sort of fear towards him. You knew how gods are, how vile and wrathful they are. And a god of his caliber could wipe you with a single flicker of his finger.

You would now bow and act more politely to him. Going as far as trying to avoid any contact with him.

But now sitting a mere foot apart, you felt no threat. No danger. And only then did you realize that you have never really felt any danger to begin with. When he speaks, he did not have the murderous aura that they claim to choke anyone.  He had never given you any reason to fear him, it was only you who decided to believed other's opinion.

"I'm sorry."

As if a trigger, his head turned to you upon hearing your timid voice but you dare not look at his eyes.

"You don't-"

"Not just for yelling."

Where did you get the courage to cut him off? You do not know. But, still with the false bravery, you continued.

"I mean, I have been very rude to you for a long time,"

"You have never been mean to me and I only returned the gesture by fearing you without any basis of."

With every fiber of yours screaming otherwise, you turned to look at him in the eye.

"I'm really sorry."

The longer you look into those golden eyes the more the heat on your neck spreads to your cheeks.

Guess his hair isn't the only thing red now.

"It's nothing," surprisingly it was Thor who turned away first. This time though, you eyes remained on him with a small smile. Youu have been missing out on so many things. But now, you have the eternity to catch up. And you're sure as hell you will.

"Thor-sama."

"Just Thor."

You laughed a bit, a sound that you did not notice brought a smile on his own lips.

"Why did you give me those gift anyway."

He turned his head to the other direction, but your keen eyes could see his tainted red ears.

"Loki said gifts were a good way to get close to someone." You grinned.

"I should have known better than listen to him."

His words dragged a loud laugh from you. The thought of him asking Loki, of all people for an advice was something you thought you'll never hear. And the small pout in his voice upon the next statement both brought you giddiness and butterflies.

Your hands instinctively covered your mouth, but still the sounds slipped through. And if you would have opened your eyes that moment, you would have seen the adoration in Thor's as he watches you.

Yes, it was embarrassing to ask his cousin for advice and finding those herbs was a hard task. But if seeing you like this, with lips arch into the most beautiful smile he have seen filled with happiness he once thought he couldn't bring you, then he would do it a thousand more.

Bonus:

Outside the closed doors, Loki grinned at himself. Trying to get you two was a pain with how standoffish Thor was by this was the most entertainment he had for a long time.

"What the hell are you doing?" It was one of Odin's crow that screeched from beging, as they watch the god smiling, and by experience it never means well.

"Oh nothing," he sing-songed. He floated pass his uncle but never before saying,

"Hope you're ready for grandkids!"

"Huh?"

But they did not receive an answer, only a chorus of laughter from the god of mischief as he drift away.

If you don't know who's Circe is, she's a witch in the Greek mythology that turned sailors into pigs. Odysseus met her during his travel home from the Trojan war. She turned his men into pig too. And it's a book of Madeline Miller too! You should really read her books.

This was requested by @tenshi-san and I apologize that I might have strayed too far from your prompt. I really hope I did your husbando some justice. He was so hard to write because that only thing I can see him as is bored😂. But I hope you still like it!

[soddinghelp-blog]

Chapter 3 A snake with blue eyes.

“Is Delilah also dead? Or did you lie about that too?” Alfred demanded, blue eyes burning accusingly, as he exhaled smoke sharply. For a moment there was a thick silence. Just the soft snick of the tinder box has Ivan light his own cigarette. They were both standing in Ivan’s private study. The air was cloudy with smoke.

“Why wouldn’t she be dead?” he replied neutrally. “DAMNIT RUSSIA” Alfred suddenly snapped. There was a loud bang suddenly as he slammed his fist into the polished oak desk, leaving cracks. And sending ornaments rattling “This…this isn’t some fucking game. So cut the stony act. I’m not one of your.. human lackies” Ivan was totally unfazed by this sudden flare of anger. He said nothing. He wasn’t about to be intimated by a mere child on his own home terf.

Alfred crushed his cigarette in the glass ashtray. “If you’re so tight lipped about it. I’ll just go ask (Y/N)”

Ivan reached out quick as a viper and grabbed Alfred’s shoulder, “you will do nothing of the sort” he growled. “you have some nerve. Arriving here a week early. Throwing tantrums, making demands in my house, talking to my woman-“

America wrenched himself out of Ivan’s grip. And sneered petulantly. “Wait. Your woman? “ Alfred barked a harsh laugh. “You aren’t exactly friendly to her. Don’t think I missed those bruises on her jaw”

“Personal matters” was all Ivan mattered gruffly.

Alfred gave him a toothy grin. “Russia. It’s my business to know everyone else’s business as Wilson likes to tell me”

……..

“I’m a Tsar! You can’t make me eat my peas!” Alexi cried. It was dinner time in the grand hall. The long oak table was covered with exotic foods in glided gold dishes imported from Asia and Europe. No food ever grew in Russia. That was a problem the Tsar refused to discuss, despite how many time Ivan tried to bring it up.

“Little tsars who don’t eat their peas don’t get chocolate “ you countered. Wagging your spoon slightly at him His mouth dropped open in shock. You clearly had stumped him with that revelation.

Further down the table, the guest of honour, America was enthralling the princesses, who were clearly fascinated by this new exciting personification. You on the other hand had dealt with Ivan and his troubles for more than half a decade, refused to show intertest in another one of these.. countries  

“America?” Anastasia said in awe.

“As in… the continents?” Tatiana asked.

“Does that mean there are two of you?” Olga asked dreamily.

Ivan sat across the table silently fuming. His plate was empty. You had never seen him eat anything before.

“Ladies. You flatter me “ Alfred flashed his mega white smile. Clearly enjoying all the attention the princesses were lavishing on him. His plate was stacked high with all sorts of meats and jellies and other strange delicacies. He was on his third plate.

You were to preoccupied with getting your tiny Tsar to eat his greens to really listen. You took a sip of white wine.

“-really? So how do you know (Y/N)?” Tatiana asked. Oh that caught your attention.

You hadn’t had moment to ask the stranger about what he had said earlier.

The second after Alfred declared you back from the dead, the morning bell rang signalling the start of the working day. He refused to talk about it once the other servants spilled into the court yard. You really had not seen him since.

Before Alfred could respond, “Mister, You’re very funny looking. Kinda like an owl”. Alexi pointed in a matter-of-fact-way. Staring at his thick coke bottle glasses. Ignoring his food despite your best efforts. You snorted hard into your wine glass, chocking on laughter and white wine. “Mama. Why does he look like an owl?” You snickered, trying to cover it up with coughing. Olga and Anastasia also pressing hands to their months to smother their laughter.

“Why do you wear glasses?” Olga asked

He laughed again. “Now. That’s a hellva story! My brother back in 1812-“

Olga: “You have a brother?”

Tatiana: “Does he look like you?”

Alfred grinned smugly. “He’s my twin”

Maria: “So there is two of you”

The trio of princesses sighed dreamily.

Alexi made a disgusted face and muttered something about girls being gross. For once, you kinda agreed.

.........

You frowned and opened the note. That you had found pinned to your door, in the servants quarters after dinner.

Meet me in the library. We need to talk about Delilah

-Ivan

You opened the heavy oak door, peering into the gloom you could make out the vague shapes of chairs and huge book shelves. Where was-The wind was knocked out of you as you crashed into the stone tiles. Something painfully sharp was at your throat.

“If you scream I’ll slit your throat”.

The golden hair and the blue eyes seemed to glow slightly in the gloom above you.

Except Alfred had lost that charming smile he wore all evening at dinner, his mouth was now curled into a snarl.

With that ruthless glint in his eye. But there was also something else, desperation.

You were convinced he just might do it. He pressed the knife hard into the soft skin of your throat. You chocked out a hoarse whisper. “You snake”

“Ha, I’ve been called worse darling” he gripped your hair hard.

“Tell me about Delilah”

[averinna]

I will talk about fangirls mostly since as someone who consume joseimuke content they're inevitable but honestly...

So many stories are utterly RUINED by people sexual attraction. Fangirls will complain that Shojo heroine are weak yet they will be the first to hate on her if the heroine dare oppose the regular "sadistic" love interest who treat her like shit and possessively. Because he's pretty what he does is hot. Like anything. I say anything because Diabolik lovers literally have an active fandom and while the love interests are just a bunch of rapists

And it's more present in joseimuke content because there's more guys. And it's really the kind of content where it make me feel that women are superficial. Like that's a terrible thing to say and I'm sound like I criticize taste but I am really like.

Again. I don't care that you like a sadistic rapist vampire at the end of the day because *point to the villain who reveal in the suffering of women and children* but stop wanting the narrative to coddle him! Stop having your story bending over to desperately ship him with the heroine!

I am so tired to have stories imploding in an attempt to appeal to the horny feeling of the audience who self insert in the heroine so the villain should love her too, you either give me a fucking villain even if he's pretty or make him ugly enough that you won't be distracted by the fans who want him to be with the heroine

Also again why can't we have content with heroine where she DOESN'T fall in love?

Like really pretty men is just eye candy at the end of the day to me, that whole stories who could be so great literally crumble and implode because that one asshole character happen to be pretty so he MUST be changed into husbando material is just...

After all that time following a shonen where it's obvious that the author care more about telling the story than appealing to people is refreshing.

If there is a villain, I want him to stay a villain, and if he change, it's not just so he fuck the mc damnit

And also you may think that yeah it's from Asia why are you judging it of course you don't like it

And I am like, that's not that different there. Except that we also are given fake ass feminism with women throwing a sword around to act like it's more empowering.

I don't mean don't give the heroine a love interest. But 1) you can give her depth without her falling in love because that's actually not the only kind of love that exist 2) she's saving the world I don't care that two guy who have no life want her

But hey why is that happening in the first place? All of this is history.

But like despite otome Isekai being so much better, I dream of a villain in that kind of story who just treat the heroine... Like he would treat a shonen mc.

He doesn't try to woo her, and get obsessed by her and we have a stupid subplot where he love her while it's unecessary. He just want to use her and don't try to kiss her or shit. He just try to steal her power or whatever like damn

[hetaliashitpostingftw]

Hetalia Zoom Masterpost

Tag yourself, who are you most like these days? 

ALLIES

America: Dresses up as superman for literally every single meeting. Canada: Actually makes sure his place looks nice and might be the only normal person on this platform except sometimes he forgets video so they forget he’s there :(( China: Accidently screen shares and its revealed that hE uSeS iNtErNeT eXpLoReR France: Is using the direct message function to flirt with England and company. England: Trying to be all British and proper without having his face go scarlet. Russia: He put the camera too close so all you can see is a creepy smile.

AXIS

Germany: SHUT UP EVERYONE OR I WILL MUTE YOU!! (he likes being able to actually shut everyone up smh) Italy: Is constantly singing while on mute or eating elaborate spreads of food. Japan: He pinned someone’s video so he can  s t a r e   into their soul (and draw it ofc).

BALTICS

Estonia: Playing tetris on another tab like a BOSS Lithuania: Keeping his camera turned off so Russia can’t stare at him because its creepier over the computer Latvia: Trying to pay attention but winds up falling asleep.

EASTERN EUROPE

Romania: Doing some magic b/c it’s not like the can stop him, damnit! Bulgaria: Whittling his stick underneath the camera so he can have it look ✨ 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂✨ Ukraine: Taking notes but also angled her camera wrong so it’s only the top of her head Belarus: *cutely sharpening knife* Oh, you called? Moldova: Playing outside, Romania told him that he could update when the meeting was done

MEDITERRANEAN EUROPE

Spain: Dancing in the other room and not on the call yet because AYYYYY MACARENA!!! Romano: "SPAIN YOU BASTARD GET ON THE MEETING I WONT TELL YOU ANYTHING IF YOU DONT!” Greece: Calmly staring into the camera and has his pet cat sitting next to him, which is becoming a significant distraction. Turkey: Keeps unmuting himself and adding points because he can Cyprus: Direct messaging Greece: s h o w    m o r e    ✨ c a t✨ Vatican City: Muted and with his video off b/c he’s also on another meeting for a service. Monaco: Keeps turning her camera off every three seconds to fix her make-up

NORDIC EUROPE

Denmark: Texting Norway about what he wants to do after the meeting is done ;) Sweden: Drawing a little sketch of Finland which he’ll probably hide after. Finland: He unmutes by mistake halfway through and the only thing anyone can hear is the sound of heavy metal bLaStInG. He just sits there smiling. Norway: Not responding to Denmark, yelling at Iceland to get back on the call, and studying his magic books Iceland: uUuUghhhH I dont see why we have to do this its soooo lAmE... *aggressive scrolling on tumblr*

LOW COUNTRIES

Belgium: Keeps direct messaging people compliments after they stop speaking Netherlands: At beginning of meeting: venmo me money and I will supply you with 𝓯𝓲𝓼��� Luxembourg: Sitting there and looking pretty, as well as taking notes like any normal person

CENTRAL EUROPE

Austria: Set his computer on top of the piano so he can play without anyone seeing. Also direct messaging people what they did wrong after they stop speaking Slovakia: Messing around with the cool backgrounds Czechia: Reading. She doesn’t care about the meeting that much. Hungary: Sitting beside Austria on his bench and trying to get him to stop playing for the like, three hours for the meeting Switzerland: Makes a reminder that no one is to bother him, then says nothing. Liechtenstein: Didn’t have to go to the meeting, Swiss is looking out for her. Poland: Painting his nails. Nails are prettier than the meeting anyway. Prussia: Constantly jumping in with his ideas, since he likes to talk anyway and Germany has less of a heart to mute him.

ASIA

Hong Kong: Has his camera off and is texting his South Korea and Iceland.  Macau: Taking notes and preparing his rant at Hong Kong later because he isn’t dOiNg WhAt HeS sUpPoSeD tO South Korea: Messing around on snapchat even tho his camera’s still on. Taiwan: Enjoying bubble tea peacefully. Thailand: His camera is on but he’s not there. Vietnam: Keeps asking for help from the host because she can’t figure out how it works. India: Playing with the little figurines of elephants on his desk. He pretends different ones are different countries when they talk.

AFRICA

Egypt: Drawing calligraphy on the whiteboard which may or may not be visible to everyone in the meeting Seychelles: Daydreaming of playing volleyball once she’s able to get outside Cameroon: Shooting rubber bands at the camera and waiting for one to actually hit.

OCEANIA + CARIBBEAN

Australia: Feeding a baby kangaroo. He doesn’t care that it’s a meeting. Kangaroos are important and need love! New Zealand: Didn’t come because he was “busy” (jkjk, he’s sleeping in) Cuba: In constant debate whether or not he should go teleport over to someone else and scare the bejeezus out of them.

[tepkunset]

There's rumors that the next AC is going to take place during the crusades and I'm just like... Can we stop glorifying slaughter and holy wars...? I will absolutely not play it if that's true. I wish AC would get the heck out of Europe and NA for once and explore some other regions and cultures.

The one and only way I would be interested in a game centred on the crusades is if we got to play as someone fighting off the invaders.

But I definitely agree re: wanting more games to place elsewhere in the globe. Like for example, it is ridiculous that the only time the franchise has stepped foot anywhere in all of Asia is in the little scroller mini games. Which certainly have beautiful art styles and are fun to watch, ([Link] [Link] [Link]) but I want a full game, damnit!

EDIT: I forgot the very first game took place in the Levant of Western Asia, sorry! But yeah, still stands that I'd like to see more of what is a gigantic continent with so much culture and history.

[the-firebird69]

David Guetta - Titanium ft. Sia (Official Video)

and we hear him.  and it works. and he says good and helps us both and does. a car and ok.  they work on it today. and he is slow. farts a lot blabs is a playboy and mean. nasty like these rude failures.  man we need out of this these suck so badly. are rude as hell.  fn fags too.

Hera

we take and near the sahara and the jungle too not many offers there lol. we need it all in.  too.  the bugs crawl to the bunerk eddges and deep too about 60 miles and claw at it and some holes are a half mile deep  and have onl afew bugs are titanic in size around 4 miles and mean too. we kill them now.  and see you left somebunkers out of fear.  and the bugs die unhappy. these hit us and are not afraid   and they fall. and die nad we hit their brood too. and they are amazed teeny lttel creatures wih huge fier. and damnit not worth it. die. and say it eat others not them.  risky at best.  tons of them gone.  yes and pulls them in. and we poull them out no leed them out no.  they are hostile. would ravage areas and we are forced togo in. and hit. and they are out easily.  tons ot them.  fast.  and good thing too would have been a crisis. and we thank our leaders and they say your welcomeand need order here. and we shall send in now.  and need bugs out and a lager forceto control them and we shall send it and he says so.  and yeh ok go there and dont.  and i agree wiht our son and he says it she does too. we need timing on it and ok. dont have it now we need it here.  and Nuada Arrianna accept in charge of their area ad i hand it to all keep it around. and important and topside and they see it we do this now and how too and greatness. tons shw up Gu Oya in already need more and asia arrives and now see it too.tommy f will blow areas use the threat

Thor Freya

Olympus

tommy 

[kariachi]

Okay, we’re following up on this Pern fashion themey thing, it’s time to work out wtf is going on with Southern. The issue here being that the baseline for where Southern is starting is a mishmash of various people from various Holds and Weyrs from across the Northern Continent, and then we add in it’s own shit for it’s own climate and geography and such. Especially given that the point of this whole thing is to give each region it’s own feel and it’s own fashion so everything isn’t “all medieval Europe all the time” like it is in canon, we’re going to try to pick some things from the northern regions to take along for inspiration, while also using the same geography+climate system we used for them to get a wider range of traditional fashions to draw from. And gods know a lack of infor-fucking-mation isn’t gonna help. So, with all that in mind...

THE SOUTHERN CONTINENT

So much forest and jungle, so so much... Geologically active as fuck

Central Coast

Climate: Tropical

Geography: Northern coast, jungled, volcanic, many cliffs

Potential Inspirations: Phillipines, Malaysia, Venezuela, Guyana, Suriname, Madagascar, Morocco, Tunisia, Algeria

Eastern Coast

Climate: Tropical

Geography: Northern coast, forested/jungled, prone to volcanoes and earthquake

Potential Inspirations: Phillipines, Papua New Guinea, Madagascar, Somalia, Northern Brazil, Columbia, Venezuela, Northern Australia, Ghana, Togo

Central Interior

Climate: Subtropics/Temperate

Geography: Heavily forested/jungled, many rivers and waterbodies

Potential Inspirations: Brazil, Paraguay, Bolivia, Zambia, D.R. of Congo, Uganda, Rwanda, Burundi, Laos, Thailand

Eastern Interior

Climate: Subtropics/Temperate

Geography: Forested/jungled, full of cliffs & caves

Potential Inspirations: Paraguay, Bolivia, Brazil, Tanzania, Kenya, South Sudan, Laos, Ethiopia

Note: None of this is meant to be a one-for-one! Or even accurate! This is just taking environmental factors and using them to give a diverse range of options to base clothing on! Because damnit it shouldn’t be all ‘Pern is Western Europe flavored’ or ‘Pern is East Asia flavored’! This is just meant to give some baselines people could build off of if they so chose!

Have fun with it!

[ratedbangtann]

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝙔𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝...

                            Pairing: Yoongi/Reader Word count: 3.3k Warnings: friends to lovers, confession, oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

a/n: a short little smut/fluff drabble. enjoy.

                          The world was wrong about Yoongi. They all thought he was so miserable, so quiet, so "angsty". Sure, he could be. Everybody could be. But you knew him better. You knew how sweet he was, how much he cared about people, how passionate he was. You'd known him for most of your life seeing as you grew up on the same street.

You'd noticed him when you were both 6 years old, sat on the curb watching the other kids in the street playing without him. You had gone over to him, thinking he looked lonely. You couldn't stand to see people being left out. He was sweet even then. Kind of quiet at first, but something about you brought him out of his shell.

As the two of you grew, you noticed him growing into an incredibly selfless, intelligent young man. Not to mention talented... Musically, he was a genius. He'd been writing music since the two of you started high school, and never stopped.

Throughout the years, he was like a big brother; overprotective with bullies, boyfriends, creeps in the street. And you loved him like a brother. You supported him as if he was family. Particularly, when he auditioned for a new group BigHit were creating. You didn't want him to leave you, but you knew his dreams were far more important than you.

Five years on, and they were about to set off on their biggest tour yet. Asia, Europe, USA... The Love Yourself tour was almost upon him.

Yoongi had invited you to spend the week with him and the rest of BTS before they left, which of course, you couldn't turn down. Any opportunity to spend time with them, to get out of Daegu, to enjoy Yoongi's company.

Your train pulled into the station, and you hopped off. There was no sign of Yoongi, but there was a man you recognised holding up a piece of card with your name on just down the platform a little.

"Sejin!" you called, skipping over to him with your bag in tow. He opened his arms to hug you, welcoming you back to the city.

"Hey Y/N. Feels like I haven't seen you in years! Come on, the car is waiting. And so are the boys!" He took hold of your bag and led the way out fo the station to a car that was waiting for you. As you were driven to the boy's dorms, you filled Sejin in on your recent antics.

You'd been working on opening up a jewellery boutique, which was going well. You liked unusual jewellery, but in Korea, you rarely saw it, so you had created your own line. You'd always been artistic, and now, business savvy. Sejin was impressed, and very proud of you. He'd known you since he'd started working with BTS, and he knew exactly how hard you had worked to build your business.

The car pulled up outside the boys' building, and Yoongi was stood just inside the front door waiting impatiently. As soon as you stepped in, he attacked you with a hug.

"Y/N! Ugh I missed you," he coos as he squeezes you. You hug him back, unable to stop the big grin spreading across your face. Neither of you let go for a while. You buried your face in his shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of his cologne; the same cologne he'd worn since he was 15 years old.

"I missed you too, Yoongi." He let you go, looking straight into your eyes for a moment. His gummy smile lit up his face.

"Everyone's waiting," he picked up your bag from where Sejin had left it on the floor and headed into the living room where everyone was.

Hoseok was the first to run at you, like an overexcited little puppy. But all the boys stood to greet you and welcome you back to their home. The rest of the evening passed by quite nicely; Jin had cooked for everyone, you played video games, watched a movie... It was just nice to be in their presence again.

Eventually, a few of the boys got up to go back to their rooms for the night. It was late, and you thought it would probably be best to go and set up your sleeping arrangements. Yoongi went with you, of course, seeing as it was his room you would be sleeping in. That was the norm, anyway. A nice, comfy, blow up mattress on his floor, just like the sleepovers you used to have when you were little.

You sat on the end of Yoongi's bed whilst he unboxed the the blow up mattress and set the pump up. But it wouldn't inflate.

"Damnit," Yoongi sighed aloud. "Jimin and Hoseok were using it to slide down the stairs a few months back, they must have punctured it." He groaned in frustration, but you had to giggle at the thought of the boys sliding down the stairs together.

"It's fine, we can get another one tomorrow!" you said, stifling a laugh.

"Yeah but where are you gonna sleep tonight?"

"You're bed's big enough for two, Yoongi. It's only one night. Wouldn't be the first time we've bunked together. Remember that summer we went camping?" Yoongi's mind floated back to that summer...

You were both 14, and your families - having grown close since the two of you were such good friends - decided to camp together. But that summer was the one that changed how Yoongi looked at you.

You had never noticed, but that trip made him realise how much he really liked you... He wasn't sure if it was the waking up in the morning to see you combing your hair with no make up on, or watching your skin glow in the light from the bonfire, or seeing you smile and laugh when he fell into the reservoir; but it changed after that, and continued to grow...

"Yeah I guess we could do that..." he rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort. You didn't notice, only picked up your bag to go and change into your night clothes. When you came back, Yoongi was flipping through Netflix trying to find something for you both to watch and fall asleep to. He looked up, his eyes falling on your oversized t-shirt just barely showing that you were wearing cotton shorts underneath. He almost dropped the remote at the sight. You didn't notice and sat down next to him, tucking your legs under the blankets.

Yoongi shook his head to rid himself of any impure thoughts and went back to scrolling through netflix.

"OOH, can we watch that?" you got excited as he hovered over a documentary about alien encounters. He laughed.

"Same old Y/N."

"Shut up, you love it too." He pressed play and lay back, getting himself comfortable under the sheets. You lay down next to him, instinctively resting your head on his shoulder. It was just as natural to him as it was to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, hugging you towards him.

Yoongi couldn't pay attention to the TV; not with you so close to him. He wanted nothing more than to kiss your forehead, to kiss your lips, your neck... But he held back. He would never do anything to jeopardise your friendship.

Or would he...?

The documentary was creepy. You loved every second of it. But it was supposed to be something to fall asleep to, and yet, here you were; wide awake. You turned your head to look at Yoongi, who was also wide awake, but lying very still.

"Are you okay?" you asked. His head snapped down to meet your gaze, like you'd just broken him out of a hypnotic trance.

"Yeah, fine. Sorry, was just thinking... Y'know... about the aliens and stuff." He didn't sound too convincing, so you sat up to look at him properly.

"Yoongi what's wrong?" He looked at you like a deer in headlights. What could he say?

That he hadn't watched any of the doc? That he was thinking of you the whole time? That he was getting nostalgic over your ears of friendship? That he kept contemplating leaning over and kissing you?

That he was in love with you?

No, he couldn't...

"Just can't sleep, it's frustrating."

"Ugh me too, I'm wide awake," you flopped down next to him again, this time cuddling closer to him, your leg resting gently over his. Yoongi didn't know what to do.

"Y/N, do you ever think back to when we were young?" He mentally cursed himself for starting this conversation.

"Yeah, I guess I do. We had some real good times," you chuckled to yourself.

"Yeah...." there was an awkward silence for a moment, and Yoongi couldn't stop his mouth from running away with him... "Y/n I miss you." You looked at him. He looked so sad. "I wish you were here all the time. You're the reason I auditioned for all this. It feels weird that you're not a part of it." His words knocked you back a little. You missed him too, so much.

But you had watched him and the boys enjoying the time of their life in BTS. Honestly, you thought his life had moved on a little, and you'd never really made your peace with that. You were so glad he missed you like you missed him.

"Yoongi, I miss you too. But I'm still here. I'm still part of it if you want me to be."

"Of course I do. I want you to be part of every aspect of my life," he mumbled, sadness tinting his voice. What exactly was he trying to get at? Was he trying to tell you something?

You sat up again, and he sat up with you, his face merely inches from your own.

"I want you back. Don't go away again... I want you." The poor boy looked so helpless, completely different from how the rest of the world saw him. He'd just poured his heart out to you, but he could find the emotional strength to tell you the 3 words he wanted to most.

"Yoongi, I..." you didn't know what to say. How long had he wanted you? You thought over your memories together. So many puzzle pieces fit together, and finally you saw so clearly what he was saying to you. You wanted to say it back, but actions speak louder than words...

You closed the distance between you, placing your lips on his so delicately, just in case you had misinterpreted and he needed to push you away. But he didn't, and you hadn't.

His eyes closed immediately, the gentle sensation of your lips on his was something he had craved for years. His hand pushed a lock of hair back and over your shoulder, his fingers skimming down your arm to your fingers, interlocking them between his own. His lips pushed onto yours a little more, and your heart raced and pounded against your chest. It was like his confession had flipped an emotional switch. The more you thought about it, the more you kissed him, the more you realised just how much this man meant to you. He was your whole world, and he always had been.

You crept onto your knees, your lips still attached to his, and sat over his hips. He wrapped his arms around your waist, your bodies pressing against each other. His lips moved with such caution, but so much grace. You broke the kiss, looking into his eyes with your hands looped around his neck.

"If you want me, you can have me," you said. His eyes lit up, a smile creeping onto his face. You kissed him again, this time a little more hungrily, pulling him to you by the collar of his t-shirt. Not only did you want him, but you wanted him; right there and then.

Your hands fell to the hem of his t-shirt, gripping onto it and lifting it up and over his head. He reattached his lips to yours as soon as he could, biting down on your bottom lip earning a small whimper from you. Your little noise ignited something within him, a small spark the flared into a fire and raged through him.

He flipped you over onto your back, straddling you and lifting your oversized t-shirt off your body. You hadn't been wearing a bra, simply for sleeping comfort, but he marvelled at the sight. He'd never seen you like this, bare chested beneath him. It drove him wild.

His head bowed down to your neck, leaving sloppy, wet kisses in a trail down your collarbone and between your breasts. He used his hands to knead your breasts as he kissed your body, his hands working some kind of black magic. You moaned aloud again, this time far more audible. His lips found their way to your nipple, taking the sensitive little bud in his mouth and sucking, still massaging the other with his hand. Yoongi knew how to please a woman, but it meant more to him to be able to please you.

He resumed his trail of kisses down your abdomen, until your shorts obstructed him. He pulled them down along with your underwear, stripping them off your legs completely, leaving you bare. He took a moment to look at you, and smiled.

"You're so beautiful, y/n," he swooned. A blush crept over your face. His smile grew wider and he dipped down again, his lips making contact with your skin just above where you needed him most.

"Yoongi..." you whined. You couldn't wait for his touch any longer.

"Patience, princess..." he mumbled against your skin, before he finally made contact with your heat. His tongue licked a strip along your slit, already glistening with your own juices. His hands pushed your thighs apart further, his tongue pushing against your clit and swirling circles over it. No man had ever made you feel like this before. Everything he did with his tongue elicited a new moan from you, the feeling pushing you further and further towards a climax.

When he inserted one of his fingers inside you, you knew it was over... your walls clenched around him, his tongue still working it's magic. The sensation of both together was euphoric. He added another finger, and a few more thrusts had you coming undone completely, moaning expletives and writhing under him. He slid his fingers out of you and sucked your juices off slowly, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"I always knew you'd taste so sweet," he growled. He crawled back up to you, locking his lips to yours again, making you taste yourself. Your hands tangled up into his hair, pulling at the strands.

"Yoongi, I want more. I want all of you," you moaned against his lips. You could feel his length growing in his basketball shorts. It pressed up against your bare leg, and you just wanted to rip his shorts off so you could have him all to yourself. He sat up, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm going to give you some instructions, is that okay, princess?" You nodded, instantly agreeing to whatever he had planned. He climbed off you and sat with his back against the headboard of his bed.

"Come here," he beckoned. You sat up and crawled over to him.

"The shorts; get rid." You pulled his shorts down, leaving his boxers in tact. He hadn't told you to remove those yet, and you wanted to be a good girl for him...

"The boxers too, princess." Now you pulled them down too. His length sprang to life, hitting his stomach. His size was not something you were used to, but it wasn't something you were going to turn down.

"Now, come here," he smirked. You swung your leg over him, straddling him. You could feel your core so close to his length. You wanted to feel him inside you, to complete you. "When you're ready, princess." He wanted you to put him inside of you. You could only oblige.

As soon as your fingers made contact with his cock, he inhaled sharply. You positioned him at your entrance, and sunk your hips down onto him. You both groaned aloud at the same time, harmonising like you'd planned it. He filled you up nicely.

"Ride me, princess. Move your hips on me." You did as you were told, rocking back and forth and bouncing on him, the feeling sending shockwaves through your body. Yoongi's head fell back, his eyes closing and mouth agape. You felt so good around him. It was all too perfect. Exactly what you wanted, exactly what he wanted. He couldn't keep his composure, his hands gripping onto your waist, leaving white imprints on your skin as he pressed into you.

His dominance was taking over, creeping up on him. His grip became a way of moving you the way he wanted you to, until he couldn't be control himself anymore. His primal self took over, flipping you onto your back and hovering over you, pounding into you with as much force as he could. He had to grip onto the headboard to keep himself steady, his hips slapping against your own. All the years of pent up lust for you exploded.

With such violent thrusts, the headboard was hitting the wall with a thud each time. Neither of you cared who could hear. Neither of you gave a second thought to anyone else. You dug your nails into his back as your climax grew nearer, leaving red marks all over his skin. He loved the pain though; it only spurred him on.

"Fuck y/n... you f-feel so... UGH," he could barely speak, his senses overwhelmed by he pleasure he felt.You could feel a warmth pooling in your stomach, a knot tightening. Your second climax was coming.

Yoongi bowed his head to suckle at your breasts again, leaving little hickeys on your skin. He paid particular attention to your nipples again, the new sensation adding to the building pressure.

"Yoongi, I'm... so close. Fuck," you whined.

"Me too, princess. Cum for me. I want you to cum again." He didn't have to tell you twice.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your back arched, your legs shook, your hands gripped onto his skin tighter.

"Yoongi-ah..." you cried. He slowed his thrusts down, but he didn't stop, riding out your orgasm. The feeling of you clenching around him brought him to his high. He lost his grip on the headboard and collapsed on you, his seed spilling inside you. You could feel his cock pulsing.

He moaned, sweaty and out of breath, into your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him, the both of you coming back down from your high.

"Fuck, y/n... that was..." he couldn't finish. It was all too much. He nuzzled into your neck, lying comfortably with you. "You're so fucking perfect. I've always known it," he whispered.

"You should've said, Yoongi." He rolled onto his side and looked up at you.

"I was scared. There was so much riding on this..." you stifled a laugh, hearing the double entendres. "NO! No, I didn't mean it like that," he flustered.

"I know, Yoongi. But I've always been yours. I've always sort of known it. But I needed to hear it." He lifted his palm to hold onto your cheek.

"I love you, y/n," he stated, like a fact. There was no question. "I love you so much, always have." You kissed his nose, and smiled.

"I love you too." The two of you shared a romantic, beautiful kiss together, and snuggled down into a cuddle between the sheets.

As you both lay together, slowly tiring and drifting into sleep, you giggled to yourself again.

"What?" asked Yoongi, curious as to why you ruined the moment with your adorable little laugh.

"Looks like we won't be needing a new blow up mattress anymore." Yoongi laughed, and kissed your forehead.

"No, we definitely won't."

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Mason: She’s j-just gone, Akari. If I had known Makeda’s birthday party was the last time I’d see her alive I-I-

Akari: I know baby. I know. God, I’m so sorry. I know how much you loved her. She knew too, I know she did.

Mason: She wasn’t sick damnit. She wasn’t even sick! *sobs* We had just started to mend our family! After so many pointless years of making me choose between you and her and she just D-DIES! *SOBS* Why’d s-sshe have to make me choose?

Akari: Mas...Baby you can’t do this to yourself. God, I hope you don’t blame me. I never wanted-

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Mason: I know you didn’t. My mother was complicated. And now she’s gone! We barely got a chance to fix things! I needed her! Every time! EVERY TIME I needed her she was never there for me and now she just...DIES!

Akari: Mas, please...sit down. Y-You’re in shock baby. Y-You need to sit.

Mason: I gotta call Asia. I gotta call my sister this is insane, Akari! Three days ago my mother was alive and telling us to stay safe on this trip and now she’s just gone!?!

Akari: Baby, please. Sit down.