#i really just observed all this from like outside of my body while thinking ‘oh girl we’re unpacking this tonight’

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We Asked an Expert...in Herpetology!

People on Tumblr come from all walks of life and all areas of expertise to grace our dashboards with paragraphs and photographs of the things they want to share with the world. Whether it's an artist uploading their speed art, a fanfic writer posting their WIPs, a language expert expounding on the origin of a specific word, or a historian ready to lay down the secrets of Ea-nasir, the hallways of Tumblr are filled with specialists sharing their knowledge with the world. We Asked an Expert is a deep dive into those expert brains on tumblr dot com. Today, we’re talking to Dr. Mark D. Scherz (@markscherz), an expert in Herpetology. Read on for some ribbeting frog facts, including what kind of frog the viral frog bread may be based on.

Reptiles v Amphibians. You have to choose one.

In a battle for my heart, I think amphibians beat out the reptiles. There is just something incredibly good about beholding a nice plump frog.

In a battle to the death, I have to give it to the reptiles—the number of reptiles that eat amphibians far, far outstrips the number of amphibians that eat reptiles.

In terms of ecological importance, I would give it to the amphibians again, though. Okay, reptiles may keep some insects and rodents in check, but many amphibians live a dual life, starting as herbivores and graduating to carnivory after metamorphosis, and as adults they are critical for keeping mosquitos and other pest insects in check.

What is the most recent exciting fact you discovered about herps?

This doesn’t really answer your question, but did you know that tadpole arms usually develop inside the body and later burst through the body wall fully formed? I learned about this as a Master’s student many years ago, but it still blows my mind. What’s curious is that this apparently does not happen in some of the species of frogs that don’t have tadpoles—oh yeah, like a third of all frogs or something don’t have free-living tadpoles; crazy, right? They just develop forelimbs on the outside of the body like all other four-legged beasties. But this has only really been examined in a couple species, so there is just so much we don’t know about development, especially in direct-developing frogs. Like, how the hell does it just… swap from chest-burster to ‘normal’ limb development? Is that the recovery of the ancestral programming, or is it newly generated? When in frog evolution did the chest-burster mode even evolve?

How can people contribute to conservation efforts for their local herps?

You can get involved with your local herpetological societies if they exist—and they probably do, as herpetologists are everywhere. You can upload observations of animals to iNaturalist, where you can get them identified while also contributing to datasets on species distribution and annual activity used by research scientists.

You can see if there are local conservation organizations that are doing any work locally, and if you find they are not, then you can get involved to try to get them started. For example, if you notice areas of particularly frequent roadkill, talking to your local council or national or local conservation organizations can get things like rescue programs or road protectors set up. You should also make sure you travel carefully and responsibly. Carefully wash and disinfect your hiking boots, especially between locations, as you do not want to be carrying chytrid or other nasty infectious diseases across the world, where they can cause population collapses and extinctions.

Here are some recent headlines. Quick question, what the frog is going on in the frog world? 

Click through for Mark’s response to these absolutely wild headlines, more about his day-to-day job, his opinion on frog bread, and his favorite Tumblr.

✨D I S C O V E R Y✨

There are more people on Earth than ever before, with the most incredible technology that advances daily at their disposal, and they disperse that knowledge instantly. That means more eyes and ears observing, recording, and sharing than ever before. And so we are making big new discoveries all the time, and are able to document them and reach huge audiences with them.

That being said, these headlines also showcase how bad some media reporting has gotten. The frogs that scream actually scream mostly in the audible range—they just have harmonics that stretch up into ultrasound. So, we can hear them scream, we just can’t hear all of it. Because the harmonics are just multiples of the fundamental, they would anyway only add to the overall ‘quality’ of the sound, not anything different. The mushroom was sprouting from the flank of the frog, and scientists are not really worried about it because this is not how parasitic fungi work, and this is probably a very weird fluke. And finally, the Cuban tree frogs (Osteocephalus septentrionalis) are not really cannibals per se; they are just generalist predators who will just as happily eat a frog as they will a grasshopper, but the frogs they are eating are usually other species. People seem to forget that cannibalism is, by definition, within a species. The fact that they are generalist predators makes them a much bigger problem than if they were cannibals—a cannibal would actually kind of keep itself in check, which would be useful. The press just uses this to get people’s hackles up because Westerners are often equal parts disgusted and fascinated by cannibalism. 

What does an average day look like for the curator of herpetology at the Natural History Museum of Denmark?

No two days are the same, and that is one of the joys of the job. I could spend a whole day in meetings, where we might be discussing anything from which budget is going to pay for 1000 magnets to how we could attract big research funding, to what a label is going to say in our new museum exhibits (we are in the process of building a new museum). Equally, I might spend a day accompanying or facilitating a visitor dissecting a crocodile or photographing a hundred snakes. Or it might be divided into one-hour segments that cover a full spectrum: working with one of my students on a project, training volunteers in the collection, hunting down a lizard that someone wants to borrow from the museum, working on one of a dozen research projects of my own, writing funding proposals, or teaching classes. It is a job with a great deal of freedom, which really suits my work style and brain.

Oh yeah, and then every now and then, I get to go to the field and spend anywhere from a couple of weeks to several months tracking down reptiles and amphibians, usually in the rainforest. These are also work days—with work conditions you couldn’t sell to anyone: 18-hour work days, no weekends, no real rest, uncomfortable living conditions, sometimes dangerous locations or working conditions, field kitchen with limited options, and more leeches and other biting beasties than most health and welfare officers would tolerate—but the reward is the opportunity to make new discoveries and observations, collect critical data, and the privilege of getting to be in some of the most beautiful and biodiverse places left on the planet. So, I am humbled by the fact that I have the privilege and opportunity to undertake such expeditions, and grateful for the incredible teams I collaborate with that make all of this work—from the museum to the field—possible.

The Tibetan Blackbird is also known as Turdus maximus. What’s your favorite chortle-inducing scientific name in the world of herpetology?

Among reptiles and amphibians, there aren’t actually that many to choose from, but I must give great credit to my friend Oliver Hawlitschek and his team, who named the snake Lycodryas cococola, which actually means ‘Coco dweller’ in Latin, referring to its occurrence in coconut trees. When we were naming Mini mum, Mini scule, and Mini ature, I was inspired by the incredible list that Mark Isaac has compiled of punning species names, particularly by the extinct parrot Vini vidivici, and the beetles Gelae baen, Gelae belae, Gelae donut, Gelae fish, and Gelae rol. I have known about these since high school, and it has always been my ambition to get a species on this list.

If you were a frog, what frog would you be and why?

I think I would be a Phasmahyla because they’re weird and awkward, long-limbed, and look like they’re wearing glasses. As a 186 cm (6’3) glasses-wearing human with no coordination, they quite resonate with me.

Please rate this frog bread from 1/10. Can you tell us what frog it represents?

With the arms inside the body cavity like that, it can basically only be a brevicipitid rain frog. The roundness of the body fits, too. I’d say probably Breviceps macrops (or should I say Breadviceps?) based on those big eyes. 7/10, a little on the bumpy side and missing a finger and at least one toe.

Please follow Dr. Mark Scherz at @markscherz for even more incredibly educational, entertaining, and meaningful resources in the world of reptiles and amphibians.

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I also love when the guy I’m definitely not crushing on does or says something and I just immediately know that’s going in my journal with a three page rant

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Kinktober #31

31. Free For All - Voyeurism (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)

a/n: 1.4k words of pure porn to round off the season. this one goes out to @eupheme who, when asked what she wanted to see for my final Kinktober, said more of Logan watching. so I was happy to deliver 😌 Thank you to everyone who's been commenting, and reblogging! I love you all!

Logan has learned a lot since moving in with Wade.

He’s learned that he can live with other people, but maybe he shouldn’t. It’s a good day if he doesn’t dismember the merc to be honest, what with the way he runs his mouth all the damn time. (He wonders if this was something he really learned though, or something he picked up at the mansion which has become solidified after tripping over Wade’s abandoned suit one too many times).

But he’s also learned that he likes the sound of life around him, Althea making her coffee, the rumble of traffic outside, the neighbours’ chatter in the hallway. He’s learned he enjoys being touched. Oh, how he loves being touched. Wade’s hand on his bicep for just a beat too long to be friendly when the two of them are laughing about something, your hand brushing against his when he’s helping you with the dishes.

Touches, yeah. 

And he’s also learned that he likes to look.

His eyes will settle heavy on you and Wade when you kiss. He watches the way Wade will press a hand to the back of your head to keep you in place, the way your fingers will snake up his abdomen and come to rest on the mottled skin of your boyfriend’s chest. The way Wade’s tongue will slip into your mouth.

The way you smile while biting it.

And you both know he loves to watch the two of you, and you’ve both done nothing to discourage it. In fact, from the way he finds the two of you practically dry-humping on the couch every other day, you’re both enjoying it as much as he is. Is it the being observed that gets you off, or the fact that it’s him doing the watching? Logan thinks maybe both, from the way you’ll rub your ass up against Wade’s bulge and then, in tandem, the two of you will turn to look at him.

He’s probably getting too old for this shit. But he can’t stop. Doesn’t want to, honestly.

The night begins quietly, the three of you bundled up on the sofa to watch a movie. Something action-based, lots of explosions, women in tiny shorts and fast cars. At some point you moved yourself into Wade’s lap and started cuddling up together, and Logan can’t deny that he felt a pang of… something in his chest when the chasm on the sofa opened and he lost the closeness of other bodies to his.

But then you started rubbing Wade’s dick over his sweats and Logan’s attention was caught.

“Someone’s feeling frisky tonight, huh?” Wade mutters into your ear as you shift yourself to be chest-to-chest with him. You giggle and press your mouth to his, luxuriating in a long and passionate kiss. Logan feels blood pump through his body at a mile a minute. The film is forgotten about immediately. 

“Mmm, just wanna fuck you on the couch, baby,” you sigh against his lips, reaching out to catch one between your teeth and nibble at it. Wade moans in your mouth and the two of you look over to Logan.

“Oh, Logan won’t mind, will you, Lo?” you breathe. Logan feels his jeans get tighter as your voice makes him half-hard, the promise of a show.

A beat.

All he can do is grip his beer bottle and nod his consent.

“Do it,” he growls. You and Wade both grin and continue.

Wade’s hands come to the hem of your shirt and lift it up, and holy fuck you aren’t wearing a bra. Logan watches the way the mercenary starts sucking at your nipples, bringing one and then the other between his lips, cementing the nickname of Mouth. He moans around the soft skin of your breast in a way which has you bucking up into him.

“Fuck, baby, did you do this on purpose? Not wear anything under your shirt because you wanted to show off for our Peanut, here?”

The giggle you let out is all the answer that’s needed, and suddenly Logan is aware that he’s rocking into the meat of his own palm. The friction of the denim is just rough enough to get him a little harder, keep him teased. Wade cocks his head.

“So if I reached down here…”

His hand dips below the belt of your jeans and he groans.

“No panties? Baby, you’re killing me here…”

“Can’t blame me for wanting ease of access. Took all my strength not to wear a skirt and bend over all evening. A preshow, I guess,” you hum, as Logan watches the way Wade works his fingers in and out of you beneath your pants. When the merc pulls back to inspect, they’re covered to the knuckle in slick.

In an act he isn’t expecting, Wade holds them out to Logan.

“Want a taste of her?”

Logan stops fucking up into his own hand for a moment, so shocked by the blatant filth of it… but when he sees the way the two of you look at him, with twinned wide-eyed expressions of hope and pure lust…

He opens his mouth and licks Wade’s fingers clean. As he does, he hears you both mutter a ‘fu-uu-uck’. 

“I didn’t say stop,” says Logan, pulling away and nodding at you. Wade scrambles to undo your jeans and you’re all too eager to help, sitting naked in his lap within seconds. Logan takes a beat to admire the shape of your body, pretty thing, especially the warm wet cunt between your legs that Wade is currently circling with those drenched fingers.

“Seeing as honey badger got me nice and ready for you…” he sighs, pressing them inside your hole. You gasp and drop your forehead to Wade’s shoulder, allowing him to fuck you with his hand for a moment, the noise loud and obscene in a total betrayal of how wet you are. Damn, you’re just as filthy as Wade. Logan opens his mouth to verbalise this but only lets out a moan as you slip Wade from his sweats.

Wade’s cock is about what he imagined, though he’d never confess to imagining it at all. Curved, decently thick, bobbing against his stomach in eagerness as you spit on it from above. You jerk him off for a couple of strokes before pressing his head up against your soaked cunt. You’ve left wet patches on his sweats, staining light grey dark with your arousal. Proof that this is happening.

Logan is ravenous as he undoes his fly and takes his cock into his hand properly, starting to rock into the calloused grip of his fingers as you sink down on Wade. All three of you groan in pleasure, and Logan cannot rip his eyes away from how you begin to ride. Your hips move in erratic, hurried movements, your cunt taking Wade to the tip and then all the way back inside over and over, a practised and hypnotic motion. Logan only distracts you briefly, holding out his upturned palm.

“Spit, sweetheart,” he breathes, ragged. When you catch on you’re all too happy to do what he asks, dripping saliva onto his hand - but more importantly so is Wade, who winks as he spits at the same time you do. Logan growls but not with irritation but pure adrenaline, wrapping his newly lubricated hand around his dripping cock and fucking himself for dear life, the speed of his strokes matching yours on Wade. Dripping with a cocktail of you both.

“Oh baby, fuck, I’m gonna…” you breathe. Wade digs his fingers so hard into the flesh of your ass it’ll leave marks.

“Fuck, yeah. Absolutely. Come on my cock and make me never be able to look at this sofa without popping a boner again… but do it while looking at Logan over there, okay?”

You and Wade drag your eyes away from each other to let them settle on Logan. It’s too much. He feels his orgasm ripping through him and Logan comes in white jets all over his hand, a bitten-off roar escaping straight from his chest. From the noises at the other end of the couch, the two of you aren’t far behind either.

And then for a moment, there’s silence.

“Happy Halloween,” Wade murmurs, dropping a kiss to your collarbone while his cum drips out of your cunt. This draws out a giggle from you.

“Mm. Wanna go again?” you ask, eyes darting between the two men on the couch. Logan feels himself twitch again and knows he’s in for a long evening.

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first of all i love you. really. everything that you're writing is making my life so much better, so thank u <3 if that's okay for u, could you write something where reader is a single mom, she has a little girl and her daughter is very attached to billy? and it's the most sweetest thing ever cause billy loves her, calls her little princess (very sweet tooth 😭) one night, her daughter asks billy to read a storie for her to sleep and he does so and in the end, she says something like "i wish you were my dad" and it's just so cute and funny cause she gagged everyone, reader is like "babe!!!!" while billy is in shock but at the same time his heart is melting 🥺🥺 (sorry if this is too much, just write if u want!)

oh im. gonna cry and sob and piss everywhere this is the sweetest softest thing ive ever read yes oh my god

billy would be so so sweet with your daughter, especially if she was around 4-6 years old. at first you were worried that a man like him wouldn’t want anything to do with a single mother, especially one as young as you. but he never asked you to explain, and never judged you for it. all he ever did was treat you like a queen, and your daughter like a princess.

and your little girl is just enamored with him. she follows after him like a little duckling, so much so that billy starts to call her “ducky”. it makes her giggle every single time, always makes billy smile all warm and fond. they get on like a house on fire, your man and your baby girl. billy teaches her things like how to ride a horse, how to tie all kinds of knots, how to rope a little goat even. your daughter tells you one evening, her little face very serious, that she thinks “billy knows everything, mama. everything!” you want to let her believe it for as long as possible.

on this particular day, all 3 of you had spent the day together. billy had showed up bright and early to take you for a picnic out in a meadow behind your house, a daylong excursion that lasted until the sun slowly set. it was late spring, cicadas beginning to sing in the tall grass. once it got dark outside, billy pulled out a jar and showed your daughter how to catch fireflies. once they had about 10 of them, they sat on the blankets with their heads ducked together to observe them, giving each one a unique name.

“let’s call this one tommy,” she says, pointing at a bug near the bottom.

“perfect name, ducky. how’d you get so good at this?”

your little girl giggles, shrugging and letting billy name the next one. it makes your heart so happy to see a man with so much patience and love for your daughter.

when you finally return to the house, it’s time to get your kid ready for bed. tired and pliant from her long day outside catching bugs and weaving flower crowns (that of course billy taught her how to do), she goes down without much of a fight. she does ask billy to stay and tell her a bedtime story, though, and he’s never been one to deny that sweet little face whatever she wants.

you half-listen as billy spins some wild tale about a princess who slay dragons herself, one who doesn’t need a prince to come and rescue her. she’s strong and brave and guess what? she looks just like your little girl, same hair color and little lilac colored dress. his story makes her smile, even as her sleepy eyes begin to blink more slowly. when he finishes, he leans down to kiss her forehead softly and tuck her blanket around her small little body.

“i wish you were my daddy,” she murmurs sleepily, rubbing her eye with one small fist. you see billy freeze and slowly look to you, unsure what to say.

“oh, baby—“ you start, taking a step forward. billy gently cuts you off, which you welcome, not sure what to tell her.

“you know, ducky, sometimes i wish that too,” he whisper conspiratorially. her eyes light up curiously.

“really?” she asks, looking up at him.

“mhm,” he says with a nod. “but i think this little thing we have going here is even more special. you know why?”

she waits for an answer, eyes full of curiosity and wonder at the man sitting on the edge of her bed.

“because i didn’t help to give you life, life gave you and me to each other. and that’s pretty special, don’t you think?”

your little girl smiles, nodding her head. you swallow hard, your eyes feeling a little misty at the way he loves your baby and she loves him. it’s so pure, so unconditional the way they’ve attached themselves to each other.

billy smiles at her and brushes her hair away from her face, giving her chubby cheek a soft caress.

“sweet dreams, baby girl.”

“goodnight billy,” she says with a little yawn, snuggling down into her pillow. billy blows out the oil lamp beside her bed, following you out of her bedroom and closing the door softly.

“i’m sorry if i overstepped, i didn—“ he’s cut off by you grabbing his face and pulling him down into a dizzying kiss. you smile against his mouth when he doesn’t hesitate for even a second to kiss you back, his arms winding around your waist to pull you closer.

“thank you,” you whisper when you finally break away for air. “for loving both of us, for taking care of us.”

“sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me for that. i’ll always be here to take care of my two best girls,” he says with a grin, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “and who knows? maybe one day soon you’ll let me put a ring on that pretty little finger and that little girl in there can call me whatever she wants.”

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART 3

Gojo Satoru X Fem! Reader

Check Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4

a/n: sorry for taking too long to post part 3, it's because I post on Wattpad as well {for anyone's who's interested in Straykids x Reader ff check my Wattpad @narae_99 }

Warnings: Mature language.

♪Song suggestions♪ The weeknd - Trust Issues.

Words count: 1.4K

• Time skip •

You sat on the couch in the school's common room, watching everyone chatting together. Yuji didn't leave your side, he was talking nonstop, it made you really happy cuz someone is actually interested in having a conversation with you, since you spent you whole life outcasted and rejected, feeling like an outsider even within your own family. No one found interest in you, since you weren't a sorcerer.

Gojo watched as you were having fun talking with now; your students. And of course he didn't like that, he was still pissed by the idea that from now on you'd be his colleague. Even though you didn't do anything wrong, and you equally hated the idea of your arranged marriage, he saw you as a burden thay he is forced to carry. All what was on his mind, from the moment you took your vows, is how to make your life a living hell.

Breaking your curse wouldn't come out of charges. He's been thinking of ways to humiliate you and make you feel small in front of everyone. It's like a punishment of you being his wife.

He slowly approached Mei Mei, making sure to inactivate his infinity, giving her the green light to grasp the chance she's always dreamt of and allow her to touch him even though he never let her or Utahime to physically get near him.

“So Mei Mei–why don't you move here and start teaching in Jujutsu High, it would be ravishing to see you everyday!” he said loud enough to get your attention and he did.

“Oh Gojo, I know I've always been pleasing to your eyes!”

“Yes indeed..”

She chuckled as she extended her hand, her long fingers running on his chest,

“I would definitely give it a thought..Satoru” she called him by his first time for the first time, in a flirtatious way.

Mei Mei is a smart woman, Gojo never bothered to look at her before, let alone flirt with her, so she figured out his real intentions right away, so she played along, to offend you, she never liked you anyway.

Mei Mei always craved Gojo's attention, and she's enjoying it now even if it's fake. Her hands couldn't leave his body as she flirted back... touching his broad shoulders, tracing his jawline with her fingers with as sly smirk.

She leaned closer to him, her lips touching his ear, as she whispered, “Want me to offend the shit out of her..Gojo?”

“Do your thing, and I'll deposit that money in your account” he simply answered.

They made sure you were watching. You swallowed hard, observing them as they continued their playful banter, it wasn't jealousy but you felt a mix or irritation and discomfort. Whether he liked it or not, he's your husband legally and in front of everyone, so the least he could do is respect you, at least while others are watching as well, and he can hate you as much as he wanted in private.

“Y/n-sensei!! are you okay?” asked Yuji in repeat,

but you didn't hear him untill he shook your shoulder gently. You were too focused on Gojo and Mei Mei.

“Hm? sorry?” you said waking up from your trance.

“Everything is fine sensei??”

“y-yeah I'm good–just um... I'll be right back”

You excused yourself from Yuji, Megumi and Maki to pour yourself a cup of water.

Both Gojo and Mei Mei started laughing loudly as you walked past them. The atmosphere was too insulting and unpleasant to stay still, especially that your students and even the principal Yaga noticed how your husband ignored you and shamelessly flirted with another woman, you felt embarrassed.

You walked to the school's kitchen to get a cup of water that might cool you down, away from them. You enjoyed the silence, but soon it was interrupted by Mei Mei,

“Oh you're here y/n”

You maintained your composure in front of her, taking a sip from your water.

“Yeah,..was kinda thirsty”

“Come on all of the boys left, we're left alone, all girlies!! come join us, this party was for you after all” she exclaimed, as she started dragging you with her.

“Nah I'm good, it's kinda late so I might just go home”

“Hah? go home to who? to an empty house? Gojo told me that both of you don't live in the same house!”

It's like getting slapped hard across the face! such thing should have been kept private, It's none of anyone's business to know if you're sleeping under the same roof as Gojo.

“He proved himself to be a jerk” you thought to yourself. You didn't know what to say, Gojo has already spilt everything out.

“LETS GO” she yelled, pulling you back to the common room with her. All the girls were there, Utahime , Nobara and Maki.

“our bride arrived, where have been hiding?” said Utahime.

You sat on the couch trying to find a comfortable position, your heart pounding with anxiety.

Out of nowhere Utahime spoke, “So y/n! tell us, is Gojo a good fuck??”

Your eyes widened in shock, first of all you don't have an answer for that since you obviously didn't have sex, second of all, it was too inappropriate to ask such thing.

You stuttered, as you were about to answer, “I- Um..”

But Mei Mei cut you off, swirling a strand of her hair between her fingers as she spoke, “Oh I'm sure he was, me and Gojo used to hook up a lot, and let me tell me, he's so damn good” she lied.

Air got caught up in your throat, clenching your fists, struggling to keep on a normal face not letting their provocations take the best of you.

“come on y/n don't be shy tell us!!” said Utahime insisting,

you forced a smile as you spoke politely , “excuse me but I don't think my personal life is up for discussion”

“but wh-”

“Dont push too hard Mei Mei, she's not comfortable to answer this, move on already geez” said Maki clearly pissed.

“Chill Maki, we just wanted to get to know each other on a personal level” said Utahime chuckling.

Maki rolled her eyes in annoyance, you wanted to say a lot of things or just punch them across the face, but it was useless, no matter how hard you try to defend yourself, thanks to Gojo everyone already discovered that your marriage is just on paper.

“Excuse me ladies, as you know tomorrow is my first day teaching so it's better if I rest at home” you said walking out,

“tch how boring” sighed Mei Mei.

Maki followed you “Sensei!! Y/n sensei!!”

“hm Maki?”

“Please ignore them, they feed on provoking others, so please don't focus too much on what they say” she reassured.

You smiled, softly patting her shoulder, “Thank you Maki, but don't worry I'm fine..really!”

•Time skip•

There he was standing in the school's garden, breathing the fresh air, enjoying the cold night breeze.

You were already frustrated and seeing him made it ten times worse. You rushed his way,

“The hell was that Satoru?” you yelled,

He turned around looking at you raising his eyebrow, he wasn't wearing his blindfold, “Ugh! you again, what do you want?”

“Don't you have any manners? casually speaking of private stuff, telling everyone that we don't live together and that our marriage is fake? Don't you know that some things should remain unspoken of, especially in front of strangers?”

He bursted into laugher, mockingly, “Oh the only stranger here is you y/n! now don't tell me you're jealous? Oh is it because I didn't fuck the shit out of that pussy of yours?”

“Hah, jealous?? you don't mean anything to me Satoru, and I'm not dying to have sex with you” you yelled back.

“Then why are you mad about it?”

“Stop spilling private shit out, especially if it includes me or my dignity” you threatened pointing your index finger at him.

He took a step closer to you, his giant frame sending shivers down your spine, eyes conveying threat and anger,

“A talentless, weak human like you can't tell me what to do, besides I didn't know you had any dignity. You're not-”

*SLAP*

You slapped him with all might and power in you. “FUCK YOU SATORU”.

He took it too far, humiliating you both with words and actions is something you would never accept. Even if you don't have any cursed techniques, you're still a human, who deserves to be treated with love and respect.

He looked at you in disbelief, eyes widening, the sting of the slap reverberating through his senses. A moment of stunned silence followed, you glared at him one last time, then you left him standing there.

“I'll make you pay for this, y/n..” he promised.

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I'm writing a character with intellectual disability and I can't find much about how the different skill areas affected will be affected based on the level of ID. He has mild ID, IQ measured to be between 60-69, but I was wondering if I made his symptoms too severe and if what he has would actually be moderate. Are these realistic for someone with mild ID, or would these indicate more severe ID?

He started copying sounds at around the same age most babies do, maybe a month or so late, but didn't really understand what they meant until he was around four, when he made the connection that certain sounds had certain meanings. He picked up language decently after that, a bit slower than most but he did eventually hit language milestones, just a few years late

He's not good at problem solving. If he's seen a similar problem get solved he can usually replicate the solution, but if he's never seen this problem or the solution to it he'll struggle to come up with a solution that works. If the solution he's seen work in the past isn't possible, that's also something that'll throw him through a loop. Like if he drops and breaks a plate and he knows the solution to this situation in the past, get his dad and then go find the broom and dustpan so his dad can clean it up, isn't possible because his dad isn't home, it'll take him a little bit before he can adapt that solution to "I need to get the broom and dustpan to clean this up." He can get there, it just takes him a minute.

He was very late to reading and basic math, picking up reading at writing at around seven, addition and subtraction a little bit after, and multiplication, division, and fractions at around ten. Once he gets it he can start growing the skill, it just took him a while to get it.

Planning ahead is also something he struggles to do well. He can come up with unrealistic plans easily, but coming up with an actual plan on how to spend a day out is hard for him and when he does have that plan, any deviance from the plan really stresses him out because now he needs a whole new plan.

He's good at abstract thinking, but there are some things he can't understand. He gets that ableism is a thing, that people see him and think less of him for being disabled (outside of the ID, he is visibly disabled,) but he can't for the life of him figure out why people are taking their observations and using them to be cruel.

His ability to learn from experience is good, it's one of the easiest ways for him to learn things and it's the way his parents taught him some things. He can also learn from the experiences of others- if his dad cuts his hand on a knife while cooking and is thus injured, he can understand from that that knives can hurt and that if they hurt his dad, they'll hurt him, so he shouldn't mess with them without being very careful.

He is also very bad at picking up on body language and facial expressions.

Because he was homeschooled (the elementary and middle school didn't have a good special education system,) a lot of this was kind of brushed off as "Oh, it's because he was homeschooled" when he did start going to school as a teenager. His teachers knew, of course, but the people he befriended didn't really notice, brushing off the things they noticed him struggling with as being products of him being homeschooled. So he's not extremely obviously intellectually disabled to the untrained eye, but teachers and people who know other people with ID can usually pick up on it.

I feel like all of this might be a bit too severe for mild ID, but I also worry that if I change it so he has moderate ID I'll be underplaying what moderate ID is. Sorry for the long ask.

Hi!

A lot of the traits remind me less of myself (mild end of mild) and more of some of my ex classmates (moderate). Some of the points are more universal (understanding of body language can be really hard or really easy depending on the cause of the ID, e.g. intellectually disabled people with autism will usually have a hard time regardless of ID level) but most to me read as "more disabled than me" so either he's on the severe end of mild, or just moderate. The only one that reads pretty strictly as mild is the last one, if someone only has ID with no comorbidity then often others can't tell for a while or brush it off as something else (I'm autistic and people sometimes guess autism, sometimes ID, sometimes things I don't have). I feel like if he experiences all the other points, other people would probably be able to notice rather quickly, if not as "obviously ID" then they would notice that he's developmentally disabled in some way (though, from interacting with moderately ID people in SPED, pretty much everyone could tell, especially abled people).

Other than his classmates not being able to tell, this sounds like a pretty good representation of someone with moderate intellectual disability. I wouldn't hang on what exact number or exact severity he was diagnosed with, just saying "intellectually disabled" is good. ID is a spectrum and it doesn't have hard edges (IQ measurement is deeply flawed), sometimes it can be hard to tell where someone exactly lies on it. There's not that much difference between me, very close to the "normal range", and someone else, very close to the "ID range". I just wouldn't say that your character has mild since it does sound like it's probably in the moderate range rather than in the mild or Ambiguous one, but focusing on the exact label isn't that important in my opinion.

If you want him to have mild ID because he has a condition that causes ID that is specifically mild and not more severe, then I think it would be easier to change the condition than the character. Many of these traits seem thought-out and impact the character a lot, so changing them could be almost like rewriting the entire character.

I hope this helps,

mod Sasza

[reeniecon]

- GENERAL LILIA -

" I'm sure you didn't want a monster like me inside your house any longer, right? "

Warning: chapter 7 light spoilers, bad grammar, not proofread, general Lilia, and war lol a little OOC of you squinted.

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- readers povs -

You can hear it's raining hard outside your cabin, the water droplets one by one crashing to your roof. the weather has been very bad lately it's either raining or thunderstorms. Because of the weather, your garden is not doing very well...

Because of the wind, your fence is falling down. 'oh great' you thought to yourself and went outside to fix it.

while you fix your fallen fence you hear a strange sound and you decide to find out what it is. your eyes widen, shocked by the scene you have encountered

It was a fae... And he was hurt quite badly, it seemed that he had fainted for some time by now.

Without any thought, you brought him inside. Oh, how lucky that he is not too far away from your house and not too heavy....

' oh god, what have I done... Bringing a stranger inside my house, and not only that... He was a fae! ' you thought to yourself and cannot help but sigh at the situation you're in right now.

'but no matter what I have to save him' You're determined to save him, so you clean his wounds and patch them.

Some time has passed since then but the unknown fae haven't woken up, you're quite worried about it...

- Lilia povs -

" Tch, those silver owls didn't know when to stop!" He hissed while running through the deep forest

" CHATCH HIM!! " Silver Owl A says to his teams followed by " That is Lilia vanrouge we have to catch him while we finally get the chance to!!! " They scream.

" Dang it stop being so loud!! " He screams back to them, Lilia can't fight all of them with his injured body not to mention 7 vs 1 is a really bad idea.

" WHERE IS HIM?? " the captain of silver owls screamed.

" AGRHHH!! REALLY WE LOST HIM AGAIN, YOU. FIND HIM NOW! " he ordered his subordinates

" Finally" Lilia mumbled to himself. 'So tired' he thought after that Lilia's vision blurred just like that.

' ugh...the ground is so soft I don't want to leave, huh- THE GROUND ARE SOFT' he processed to wake up from his long sleep, and was startled by his wound had been treated, with caution he observed his body and the surrounding area looking out the glass window he can conclude that he has been not very far away from the last chase, trying to open the windows to escape from whatever situation he was on right now

But he failed miserably in the windows wouldn't open no matter what... He can break it of course but, he cannot break windows that belong to his unknown helper...

The door opened slowly, and there they stood the human that helped him.

" Oh you've finally awakened, do you want soup I just made? I'll get some for you if u want " You told him and asked

In return, Lilia just stared at you observing you from beside the window looking at you up and down ' Oh a human' he thought to himself and smiled

" No, it's okay I'll get going now, thank you for helping me" He replied with a business smile

" Are you sure you didn't want a meal before you go? " You asked once again.

" Yeah I'm sure " He clarify

" I'm sure you didn't want a monster like me inside your house any longer" He said with a mean expression but in a melancholy tone.

"Huh? " Is the only reply that you can utter right now

" I'm sorry that I've troubled you for the past I-don't-know-how-long, but thank you for treating me, and I'm sure that I will pay you back in the future" He stated.

" Mr. Fae? " You called him.

" Yeah? Is my offer too small for you? "

" No no, you don't have to repay me I just wanted to save you that day and I didn't think of any payback from you...And I don't mind having you in my house... Don't worry !! So you can have your soup if you want to? "

His face flushed with embarrassment.

'how can I think it that way!! ' he thought to himself while lowering his head because of the embarrassment he felt...

" Ehem! Sorry for the misunderstanding...and I would like to have dinner with you.. My apologies for thinking bad about you... "

After that, you two have dinner together and you will nonstop hear Lilia apologizing to you the entire evening.

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An: I'm starting to use Grammarly LMAO I hope my grammar mistakes will be smaller this time hehe

[ilwonuu]

. '•.¸♡ sweet kiss ♡¸.•'

↴ hansol vernon chwe

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᯽ summary- one of your not so close friends asks to be kiss you at one of your friends parties.

᯽ warnings- fluffy, kissing, some heavy petting, strangers ish to lovers, seokmin interupts, lmk what else!!!

᯽ authors note- happy birthday vernon!!!! i love him so much. (also look out for a seokmin fic today<3) lmk if you want another part/parts!!!! also so sorry about these fics coming out today i know it’s technically not late but i wanted to posted them yesterday </3

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you are currently sitting in the living room of seokmin’s party. you’re not having best time that you had intended. you quickly looking around for the boy. you feel a soft hand on your shoulder causing you to turn around.

“oh my gosh vernon you scared me!” you laugh at his straight face and the half smile he’s giving you. “sorry. i just saw you alone. where did seokmin go?” he asks you. you shrug in response. “i don’t know. i went to grab another drink and came back he was nowhere to be found.” you taking another sip of your drink.

“well if you wanted i can stay with you until you find him.” he smiles at you. you nod following him into the backyard of seokmin’s house. there isn’t many people out here. you calming down from all the energy inside.

“you seem tired.” he observes you as you sit next to him by the pool. “i am a little. i think the alcohol just isn’t my friend.” he doesn’t say anything for a moment. “i get that. a lot actually. i don’t really drink that much but i smoke. which is definitely worse in a way.”

he doesn’t say it in a jokingly way. you laugh anyways. his expression making it hard for you not to smile. “i like smoking too. drinking is usually fun. i just always get sick.”

“me too. that’s why i stopped. it’s lame plus weed is more fun. at least for me.” he pulls out his half smoked blunt. he lights it taking a couple hits before offering it to you. you smile at his gesture taking it from him. you take a few hits passing it back to him. “why haven’t we done this before it’s nice.” he has moved a little closer to you now. causing your face to heat up.

“yea i agree also you have pretty good company.” you lay your head back. he smiles to himself. “can i ask you something kinda um- bold?” you smile at his words looking up over at him again. “yea anything.” you mutter to him giving him a quick smile sitting up completely facing him.

“can i kiss you? i kind of- i really want to kiss you.” you don’t expect his words at first. you comply easily. wanting to kiss him now as well. “yea? okay-“ he moves so he his grabbing your face. he pulls you in slowly. kissing you softly. both of your slow kisses turning into desperate kisses.

his hand that was against your cheek is now moving down your body gently. he pulls away from your kiss. “is this okay?” you just nod pulling him back into the kiss. he lips are immediately moving with yours. he is his immediately addicted to your lips.

the two of you are completely forgetting about the other people outside with you. you guys don’t care. it’s just too good.

is this actually as good it feels in the moment? or are you just desperate? probably thoughts you shouldn’t be having while making out with him. i think you’re high is kicking in.

his hand is going underneath you shirt to the back of you bra. you pull away from the kiss. “is this okay?” he asks again. you take off your bra while keeping eye contact with him. you are pulling him back to kiss you whispering a quick. “yes vernon..” he smirking slightly into the kiss moving his hand to cup your breasts before the two of your make of sesh is interrupted.

of course it’s seokmin and all he can do is laugh. “you guys were about to fuck if i didn’t come over here im assuming?” he looks at you for an answer but vernon answers quickly. “um if she wanted but that’s not the point you left her for a while. she was looking for you..” he just smiles. “well im here now!! sorry was a bit distracted. i can still take you home y/n.”

you look over at vernon and then look at yourself and how unorganized you must look to them. should you go home?

you decided against leaving with seokmin deciding to walk to vernons when you two were ready.

“whatever you say. have fun!! use protection please!” seokmin hugs you before going back into the house. vernon is already rolling another blunt for the two of you. “i had fun tonight. i know you’re now leaving yet but i just wanted to say.” he looks away from you. you think his awkwardness was cute. too cute that is.

the barely had met the boy already knowing he wouldn’t be a stranger for you. everything about him was attractive. you had a hard time focusing. he was such a sweet boy. his lips, his lips were so sweet. his kisses were sweet and gentle against you. he never denied any of your kisses.

you wanted him so bad already.

[icomeandg0]

"More than one"

Part 6!!

Linked universe x reader (s)

Warnings: Confusing

A/N: Last chapter of the series, HOORAY!

"Let's get out of here!"

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With the others…

“Well…! This is new” LOZY/n says as the following of BOTWY/n, Wild and Twilight all followed the guards as they were chained.

“You opened the door too fast, you didn’t wait for discussions to end” BOTWY/n gave her a light scolding which made LOZY/n grin sheepishly, “My bad!”

“You guys didn’t have to jump in for us” BOTWY/n says as she looks back at the two boys, “Eh, Can’t leave you all alone now, can we?” Wild grins as he tilted his head a bit, “I’ll have you know I am capable of doing things on my own, Mister!” BOTWY/n giggled slightly.

“Hm…that’s strange, the other groups were supposed to meet back up here…” One of the guards said, “Dave, stay here with the prisoners until we come back” another guard informs the one in front.

Without a response, The guards take off, “They always do this!” ‘Dave’ grumbles.

“That’s not very good teamwork! You’re supposed to be a team and stick by one another!” LOZY/n says, “Hey…I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk to the guard” Twilight whispered to the cheerful Y/n.

“Ugh! Thank you! Someone that actually understands me!” ‘Dave’ says with a sigh of relief, this earned a few shocked faces from the trio behind LOZY/n.

“I completely understand! I’m totally on your side, communication is key for both sides! Now what was your name again? Dave?” “It’s actually Daven but no one’s…ever asked me that before…our commander just gives us nicknames—you’d be lucky enough if you get your full name really!—“ as the guard rants on, the trio decide to use it to their advantage.

“Keep talking to him, keep stalling for as long as you can” BOTWY/n whispered earning a subtle nod from LOZY/n. LOZY/n winks as the three snuck away while the guard was turned around and ranting.

“Oh yeah, let it out, Daven!” LOZY/n encouraged.

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The trio roam the halls silently, “It’s very quiet…no guards nearby too” Twilight observes as BOTWY/n and Wild check nearby rooms.

“Completely empty…as if they’ve already been wiped out or something” Wild says, making BOTWY/n think deeply.

“Well…in this time we can get to TP—Erm, D/N…just need to find what room they would’ve put her in” her little mess up didn’t go past Twilight…but it did for Wild.

Soon, Twilight's ear twitches, “Hide, I hear footsteps!” The three of them rushed into a room and hid behind or underneath furniture inside.

“What a rare specimen! Dragons were just legends but now we have one! A real living one!” A voice says with excitement.

“It’s pretty tame..Maybe someone owns it?” “No way! A magnificent beast like that shouldn’t be tamed! Well, run a test on it and figure out what to do with it. To hell with its ‘owner’” the voices were faint but audible.

Twilight growled lowly at this and once the people were far enough he got up, “We have to save her, C’mon” Twilight says determined as he looks outside, once it was clear he exited.

The BOTW duo stand up, “he’s more determined to find that dragon than we are” BOTWY/n comments.

The trio venture forward when they come across a gate, “Great…now how the hell do we get it open?” Twilight grumbled as he looked around for a lever, chest or anything.

“You have your sheikah slate..?” BOTWY/n asked Wild who managed to get the message through his brain and pulled out his slate, selecting the magnet symbol, he grabs the metal bars and pushes his slate upwards making the gate lift up.

“Nice” BOTWY/n comments as the three all walk through , Wild dropping the gate once he made it through.

Now as they were opening another gate, this one being a wooden gate the boys looked around just to make sure no one was there. Once the gate was open…their eyes fell on the big creature in the middle of the room, D/N. She was tied up all around her body but there was someone near her, covered in a cloak that covered the person from head to toe. 

When the person looked back a small gasp was heard, “How did you get in here? Guards are everywhere” The voice was familiar to BOTWY/n but right now she couldn’t put her finger on who it was.

“Who are you and what are you doing with D/N?” Twilight asked, a bit on edge. The person lowers their head “I’m trying to set her free” “Oh yeah? How do we know you aren’t lying huh?” Wild raised a brow at the stranger, The person slowly takes off their hood and smiles sheepishly, “Well, I’m an ally of BOTWY/n so I don’t plan on deceiving either her or her friends” BOTWY/n makes a ‘o’ with her mouth and soon smiles. “Hey! SSY/n! Been a while huh? Have you been with her this whole time?” 

“Only recently, I’ve been waiting a while for the people to leave so I could free her as fast as I could but you guys came in and I froze up” SSY/n says softly, looking away shyly. 

“Well…No time to stall, let's get her out and find the others” They all crowd around the dragon, Twilight at the front, holding the dragon's snout as the dragon huffed tiredly. “Don’t worry girl, we’ll get you out” he pats her snout making her lean into the touch a bit.

“Does he know her?” SSY/n asked curiously as they cut at the thick ropes, “No clue honestly, he’s been on edge about her this whole time.” “He must know her secret…Who is he anyway?” SSY/n asked curiously, “A Link” “A Link?” SSY/n repeated just to clarify. “Yup, Like that one over there–” She points to Wild who was distracted with cutting the ropes.

“He’s a Link, There's a whole heap of them, 9 to be exact” “similar to us.I take it that means each of them is from the same timeline as each of us individually?” BOTWY/n was impressed “Just exactly that, great guess!” SSY/n grew bashful but she knew one thing…she didn’t want to see her Link.

“There, ropes are done” Wild says as all the ropes that were holding the dragon down are off but the dragon still wouldn’t move, “She’s tired, she won’t move” Twilight says, the dragon made weak attempts to get up, “Does anyone have anything in their bag…a herb or..potion?” Wild pulls out a green potion and is immediately snatched from his hands. “Hey!”

She walked up to the dragon with the potion, popping off the cork of the bottle she held it near, “Is that safe for her to drink in this form?” Twilight asked cautiously, BOTWY/n gave him a look when he said ‘form’ “We have to try either way, if it can get her to move then so be it” BOTWY/n says as she bends down, Twilight takes one last look at D/N before helping by opening the mouth of D/N. BOTWY/n pours the green substance down D/N’s throat before moving away with an empty bottle.

It didn’t take too long for the effect to happen, D/N stood up letting out a low hum as she moved around in the room, everyone let out a sigh of relief. “Had us worried there” Twilight smiles at the dragon who walked over to him and leaned down into his arms, Twilight hugs against her snout “I missed you, girl.” Twilight whispered–

“Okay…I don’t know if this is concerning or not” Wild grimaced a bit as they were awkwardly standing behind the…two.

“Well, since you’re standing on your 4 feet…I’m sure you can lend a ride?” BOTWY/n grins as the dragon huffs but she bends down enough for everyone to get on.

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Back with the others…

Where have you been all this time? Why couldn't you reach out? Did you regret leaving after that day? Did you miss me?

Questions filled Warriors mind as he stares at his Y/n with too many emotions surging within him. He feels like he can burst right now, he needed answers.

"I know that look, You have questions and that's understandable but that will have to wait until after. I'll answer any questions you have, it's the least I can do" HWY/n says softly soon she scans the area of the fallen guards. "They won't stay down for long, I put a stun spell on them for a temporary moment" HWY/n explains.

"Huh? She can do magic?" Hyrule muttered in slight awe, "The only one out of us all that can, she's a one of a kind gal" OOTY/n winks playfully at HWY/n making her chuckle "Oh you flatter me"

"I'm really not keen on watching you two compliment each other but can we hurry this up?" FSY/n grumbled, "Oh don't be like that, firecracker. Someone will compliment you one day" HWY/n teased the short tempered girl making her irk and Legend cackle. "She's my favourite one so far, she's got spunk" Legend whispered to Warriors who chuckled a bit, "Yup...She's full of it"

The group walks along the hallways, Warriors walking beside HWY/n and he was being stiff which everyone could notice. "Why so stiff, knight?" HWY/n teases as she looks over to him and he subtly blushes, "Just...making sure there are no threats so I need to be firm" "Mhm" she hummed, not believing him at all but turns away.

"And you'd think the pretty boy has charms, he sucks at flirting" FSY/n says, "This isn't like him, he can make a woman fall to his feet with a few words but...he's so awkward and shy around her" Four whispered as the two watch the two in front of them.

Soon the ground started to rumble under their feet, "What the hell?" LTTPY/n muttered as she looked towards the ground, "AHHH!! Hold me!" WWY/n jumped into Winds arm making him yelp and stumble even more.

Warriors reaches out and grabs HWY/n by the waist to secure her, "Hm, learnt manners I see" She chuckled, Warrior felt his confidence ride up and he smirks, "Only for someone worth impressing"

"Why are they choosing now to flirt?!" FSY/n irks as she tries to keep her balance.

The rumbling kept getting louder until a big (F/C) dragon stops just in front of them.

"Hey! Welcome to dragoness express! Jump on board for a bumpy ride!" BOTWY/n grins before she turns serious "No but seriously, get on so we can get out" "Ha, Don't need to tell me twice" LTTPY/n says as she moves to the side of the dragon and hoisted herself up, one by one everyone managed to get on.

SSY/n made sure not to make any contact with the boys but- "Y/n?" Sky called out making her internally sigh, she turns around and smiles shyly, "Hi, Link" She says softly. "Aw how cute, we're all reunited and happy as a whole" OOTY/n says as Time was seated next to her stiffly, "Loosen up, Link. It's only a dragon ride" OOTY/n teases earning a slight glare from Time.

"There they are!"

"Bring me back my specimen!"

"These people are crazy!" FSY/n looked between the two groups coming towards them, "Yup but we're crazier! Hee-Yah!" D/N roared before charging towards a dead end and a small ass window. "Are you trying to get us killed?!" FSY/n yelled as she hung on for dear life.

With no further explanation, D/N lowers its head so it's horns were going to come in contact with the wall first, D/N broke through the wall and jumped out...expanding her wings as she flew upwards making everyone hold onto each other as BOTWY/n was the only one with a secure grip around D/N's horns-

"OKAY WE'RE HIGH ENOUGH GO DOWN!"

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"I'm not doing that ever again!" FSY/n collapsed on the solid ground as soon as they had landed, they were in the forest far from where the castle is anyway. Once everyone hopped off the dragon, Twilight had a little pep talk with her before she flew off.

"Wha- We just saved the damn reptile now it's going?!" Legend grumbled.

"Are you okay? hurt anywhere..?" Hyrule asked as he approached LOZY/n who smiled brightly, "No! I'm fine, really...Thanks for worrying though" She said softly, Hyrule scratched the back of his head bashfully.

"You aren't hurt, right?" Sky asked SSY/n who gave a small smile, "I'm fine, You don't have to worry about me"

Soon from the bushes they heard the bushes rustling and out revealed the last of the Y/n's "Finally! I found you all...Oh! and a few extras..?" TPY/n tilts her head as she looks between each Link. Twilight just went forward and hugged his Y/n with glee "Oh! It's nice to see you again too, Link!" She chuckled a bit as she hugged him back gently. "Words can't describe how much i've missed you" "Oh Link" TPY/n melted at his words.

Bewilderment and disgust was everywhere on FSY/n's face, "I'm not being a part of this, why is there so much romance going on?!" She had a mild meltdown, she was sick and tired of this all. Four sat down next to her and patted her back, chuckling a bit at her being a drama queen.

"Yay! Groups back together! I have an idea...we should all travel together!" BOTWY/n suggested which a few agreed to, some not too keen but their opinions didn't matter to BOTWY/n. "Well that was the plan after all, these boys need us...or well he does, I need to keep him in check" OOTY/n teases as she points over to Time.

"Sounds good to me"

"I guess so..." WWY/n rolls her eyes as Wind shoves her playfully.

"Now then, that's sorted so what should we do now?" Warriors asked "We continue on, once we find a suitable place, we'll rest for the night" Time states. Once everyone was on their feet and ready to head off, a big portal forms from under their feet and they all fall in a few yelps and screams before the portal closes and it's quiet again...

THE END.

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Finally finished this series, thank you for everyone supporting and I love reading every comment that's on any post of mine. Ask box is going to be put up soon so get those request ready!

Yes I did get a bit lazy and kinda teleported LOZY/n on the dragon when she was talking to Daven, I just ran out of ideas...

[love-marimo]

Carry Me Home (Various JJK Men x Reader)

ー drunken hcs of jjk men/reader wanting to be carried home

Lolita's Note: As far as I remember, Gojo canonically doesn't drink bc he says he can't stand alcohol, so I wanted to make him extra whiny bc I think he's a cute little bastard for that~ Also it's been a while since I wrote for jjk!! Yay ~ ♡

Gojo Satoru

Poor, poor you.

You never get away from his attention seeking behavior when he's sober, what more if he's drunk.

Will make all sorts of funny faces just to hear your sweet laugh (it boosts him up and will increase the chance of him clinging onto you)

He gets really loud and more shameless when he's drunk (or if he's in a sullen mood he would have this sulking expression on his face as he tries to keep to himself)

Whines, whines, whines a loooot

"Babe, let's go~"

"I want to go to bed with you.~

"Satoru, we're outside."

If he gets too drunk he becomes unaware of his surroundings so you have to keep an eye on him.

Wants a piggyback ride home

You end up complying, but after a few minutes your body gave up so you had to drag him with you

Yes, he's a handful. A manchild indeed.

Though, the rare times where you're the one who gets drunk, he becomes really observant.

Will do his best to listen to your woes, dance with you, give you a kiss or twoー all that jazz.

Geto Suguru

This man… drinks his frustrations away.

No, scratch that. He drinks and ponders about everything.

Geto worries and thinks a lot. It's his second nature. Though he toned down a lot after he parted ways with Satoru.

Before, especially during his time at Jujutsu Tech, his choice of drink were beer cans strong spirits like whiskey and gin.

He drinks a lot, so naturally he also has a high tolerance.

But after he established his own cult, he settled for wine and saké. And he doesn't drink as much as he used to.

You really don't have to worry too much about him losing control of himself. He's got you, especially if you're a lightweight.

One time though, in his tipsy state he will suddenly walk to you and pull you into a hug and he'll whisper sweet nothings to your ear.

"I love you."

"Did you know that you're so beautiful tonight?"

"Oh, my sweet little darling has their cheeks painted pink~"

You got a little frustrated at his lingering touches so you suddenly challenged him to a drinking contest.

Which you lost to, and now you want nothing more than for him to take you home.

He'll laugh at your state for a bit before he sweeps you off your feet and obliges.

Once you pass out he'll take photos of your messed up state.

Maybe it's for times where he'll be drinking alone.

Before his thoughts eat him alive once more, he'll look at those photos of yours so that he can silence them all at once.

Nanami Kento

Now this is a man who drinks his frustrations away.

Whiskey is his favorite.

You'll either find him alone at the dining room or by the bar stool as he silently finishes his glass… that you probably lost count of.

"Love, you need to stop drinking for now."

Nanami often has this exhausted expression on his face that gets really highlighted when he drinks.

His eyebags, tousled hair and wrinkled suit are telltale signs that he's really on the edge of it.

"I should drive, okay? You're really drunk."

He nods and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

God, he reeks of the musky scent of whiskey.

He'll end up venting to you about his wishes for a more relaxed life. And he'll promise again and again that he'll make it come true just for the sake of you both.

Toji Fushiguro

Definitely someone who drinks beer and rum.

Although he doesn't drink often, he'll gladly join you if you invite him to drink with you. Even if he despises alcohol.

He prefers it if you come over to his place or a nearby bar (make sure you put everything on your tab, he's broke as hell).

Sometimes he drinks a beer can while he cleans his weapons.

"Hey. What's up, doll?"

"Don't you dare puke on me now-"

"Geez, you've made a mess."

Says him as you spilled your guts outside the club you went to.

"Let's get you home now."

He's got decent tolerance, but that's because he's not a heavy drinker. He prefers guarding you over drinking with you.

Def would piggyback you or carry you over his shoulder like a ragdoll as you whine at him for not letting you return back to the club.

He's not the best, but he cleans you up with a damp rag and places another one on your forehead to help lower your temperature.

The type you'll see shirtless the next morning while cooking you breakfast and hangover food.

ー Lolita

[ladykibutsuji]

I really loved that writer reader x upper moon

I was wondering if you could please do the Upper Moons x Tattooed Reader. I would love to see their reactions on the reader for having ink

Please and thank you uwu

“Tattoes"

> Tattoed!Reader x Uppermoons

> Headcanon: Reader decided to get a tattoo on her body, What would the uppermoons react to this?

> Hantengu and his 4 clones included!

> Normal Timeline

> Accepting Requests

|KOKUSHIBO|

- Before you could tell kokushibo about your new tattoo he noticed it first

- He started asking you questions

- "Is that a mark....on your body?"

- He would definitely be the type to mistake tattoos for a Demon slayer mark

- "no, it's just a tattoo.."

- Kokushibo doesn't know much about tattoos so you have to explain it to him

- Luckily, Kokushibo is a fast learner

- You also gave him a full view of your tattoo

- He traced the tattoo with his fingers observing it

- He only said 'It's nice' and doesn't say much after rather he shows it in actions that he finds your tattoo lovely

- He finds the tattoo on your body 'beautiful' and every time you are sleeping he would always trace it with his fingers while admiring it!

|DOUMA|

- You are currently finding douma just to tell him about your new tattoo

- After searching for a while you couldn't find him and thought that he is away for a mission but as you were about to go outside someone sneaks up behind you

- Back hug from douma

- "Where have you been Y/N?~ I've missed you"

- Just like kokushibo, before you could tell douma about your tattoo he noticed it first

- "And what's this on your body? Is that a scar?"

- "No it's not"

- You told him about your new tattoo and he seems invested in every detail that you told him

- You gave him a full view of your tattoo

- and of course He gave you a lot of praises

- "That's such a nice tattoo! It fits you perfectly my dear Y/N"

- Now he wants tattoo for himself

- Ever since that day, Douma would Brag to his cult members about his S/O having such beautiful art in her body

- Even though he thinks that you without or with tattoo is already art itself

|AKAZA|

- From the moment he saw your tattoo..BRO WAS FLABBERGASTED

- He started bombing you with questions like:

- "Are you okay?" "What happened?" "Did you got caught doing something?"

- For akaza's knowledge, Tattoos are a bad thing because for him tattoos are meant to represent the crimes you committed

- You had to calm him down and explain to him that your 'Tattooe' isn't meant to represent crime

- He was relieved that you are okay and just asked why do you need tattooes when your body is already perfect

- You just told him that you wanna try something new

- Of course akaza supported you on what you wanted to do with your life so he asked if he could take a full view at the tattoo

- You gave him a full view and he stared at it with admiration

- "It's beautiful, Just as beautiful as you"

- To be honest, Akaza feels happy that the both of you have tattoos

- The both of you decided to get matching tattoos

|HANTENGU|

+ CLONES

Hantengu:

- He would be worried at first

- "d-did so-something happened to y-your body?"

- he thought you got possessed lmao

- "No it's just a tattoo, I wanted to try something new though it was a little painful.."

- When he heard the word 'Painful' he got scared for you

- "i-if i-it's painful don't do it again! I-i don't want you to get hurt"

- He kept on asking if you are really okay later that day

- He really loves your tattoo though, he thinks it's pretty cool despise the process being a bit painful

Sekido:

- Mad

- Mad because he had to notice it first before you could tell him about him

- "Are you hiding things from me now!? What's on your body??"

- "Oh I'm sorry, I'm not hiding it from you I was just about to inform you"

- You showed Sekido a full view of your tattoo and he just stared at it

- He wouldn't admit it but he really thinks that your tattoo is captivating

- "So? That's all?"

- He was thinking about getting the same tattoo you have just so the both of you could match

Aizetsu:

- You already told him about your new tattoo and the painful process he listens to every details carefully

- "It saddens me that you have to go through that painful process...however your tattoo is gorgeous..so gorgeous it's making me want to cry"

- just like the others, of course he loves your tattoo

- But thinking about the painful process, he didn't know how to undo your pain so he just tried helping by cooking your favorite food for you

- He also cuddled you to bed thinking that it would help you ease up

- While cuddling in bed he would shower you with compliments about your new tattoo

Karaku:

- After explaining about your new tattoo to Karaku he was also interested in getting one

- "Your tattoo is so awesome it's making me jealous!"

- At the end of the day, the both of you decided to get matching tattoos

- he won't stop pestering you so you just agree with it

- Karaku would show off to the other clones about your and his 'Awesome' tattoos

- Sekido ended up yelling at him because he won't shut up

Urogi:

- You are still planning about your tattoo and is so deep in thoughts that Urogi noticed you drowning in your own thoughts

- "Are you okay Y/N? You can tell me everything"

- You wanted it to be a surprise at first but of course since urogi won't stop bombing you with questions you just gave in

- "I'm planning to get a tattoo"

- "can we eat it?"

- Idiot of course not

- You had to explain every details to him and have to repeat them TWICE just so he would understand

- He became curious of it and decided to come along with you on getting your new tattoo

- He ended up getting one for himself too

- After getting your tattoo he immediately grew a liking to it!

- "That's fire as hell! I'm gonna show the whole world that my princess is beautiful as fuck!"

- That night, he ended up flying you all around the place while screaming 'Take a look at my wifey'

|GYOKKO|

- After telling this dude about your tattoo and showing it to him he was speechless

- The fish was stunned

- He was quiet for a few minutes until you decided to ask him what's wrong

- "I'm sad because I could paint your body better but you choosed to go to someone else"

- "Tattoos and designing pots are a bit different"

- Now he's more sad

- Despite all that, he actually thinks that the tattoo looks good on you

- "It's pretty but I still think I can do better"

- 'do better' when all he does is admire your tattoos everytime you are sleeping or looking away

- his pride is too big for him to admit that someone did a great job on doing your tattoo

- "Tch, it's only good because it's on my beloved's skin"

|DAKI | GYUTARO|

- For daki since she's an oiran it's important for her to keep her skin healthy and for her knowledge 'skins' should be healthy and clean

- so she didn't understand why you decided get a tattoo on your precious skin

- the same goes for gyutaro aswell, he didn't understand to why would you want a tattoo since your skin was already perfect on itself

- However after taking a full view at your tattoo they were both mesmerized by how well the tattoo fits on you

- Daki would shower you with compliments!

- "your tattoo is so pretty Y/N, everything suits you so perfectly"

- As for gyutaro, he also does the same

- "how lovely...Now I'm also wanting to have one.."

- The siblings likes your tattoo and they would admire it every second

- Daki would show you off to everyone else saying you have such a pretty Tattoo

- if anyone says otherwise, gyutaro would kill them on spot

[asturniolos]

you too - matt s.

chapter 4 ; ‘don’t leave’

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

warnings : masturbating, making out (very briefly), swearing

"hey, matt! come in."

matt gives me a slight smile and nods once, reciprocating my greeting. my eyes automatically trail over his body; lanky, hair slightly wet from the light rain trickling outside, nose pink from the ice cold air, tall but not too tall - just enough that i have to tilt my head up to speak to him - and somehow even more attractive than the last time i saw him. i take a step backward and to the side, making room for him to enter my apartment. as he walks in, he places his hands in the front pocket of his grey hoodie and observes my vibrant apartment.

"nice place.", he states. i wait for him to walk in front of me before shutting the door behind him.

"sorry it's such a mess, i would've cleaned up a bit but i wasn't expecting you to come so soon.", i apologise, glancing at my slightly unorganised apartment.

he slowly walks over to the kitchen and i follow close behind.

"don't worry, if you think this is bad you should see my brother and i's place..", he chuckles.

i take another quick glance around my kitchen and living area while giggling at his remark but stop when my eyes trace back to his and find him already looking at me. i feel the tension between us as he smirks and moves his attention to the tv behind me.

"nonstop? i love liam neeson!", he says while smiling wide in recognition of the movie playing and meeting my eyes yet again.

i smile seeing the sudden excitement plastered on his face. lifting myself onto the kitchen counter behind me, i turn my head slightly over my shoulder and look briefly at the tv.

"really? i put it on when i got home from my lecture, guess i forgot to turn it off.", i respond nonchalantly, attempting to hide how happy i am at the discovery of our common interest. i turn my head back to face him.

"did you want a drink? i've got water, coke, lemonade-"

"root beer?", he asks, cutting me off.

i push my body off of the counter i'm sitting on and take a few steps over to the fridge. pulling open the door, i look around for a can of root beer.

"umm.. yep, one left.". i reach into the fridge, grab the drink, and pass it to him with a smile.

"here you go."

"perfect, thanks."

he takes the cold drink from my hand and cracks it open, instantly bringing it to his mouth to take a sip. after a few seconds, i watch as his tongue grazes his lips while he swallows the drink. he lightly bites his bottom lip and places the can on the bench next to him, then crosses his arms at his stomach and leans back onto the wall behind him.

"do you want cash? or would it be easier for me to transfer a couple hundred?", he asks.

"oh, um.. cash should be fine if you've got enough on you. if not i'll take whatever's easiest."

he nods, taking his wallet out from his pocket. he pulls out 3 $100 notes and reaches out to me, placing them in my outstretched hand.

"$300 should be enough. if not just text me and i'll give you whatever you want, okay?", he says with a grin. 

whatever i want?

his suggestive offer causes my thighs to squeeze together and my cheeks to tingle with nervousness. of course, i know i want far more from him than just his money.

i nod and he places the wallet back into his pocket. he takes another few sips of his root beer while i try to bring myself out of my imagination and back to the conversation.

"thanks a lot. i really appreciate you doing all this, matt.", i smile, my tone sweet and forgiving.

"like i said, it's the least i can do. i'm the reason your phone is broken in the first place.", he says reassuringly. he brings a hand up and scratches the back of his head, then uses it to push away the stray hairs resting on his forehead. he takes another sip of his root beer, having to tip his head all the way back to get the last bit out of the can. my eyes widen as i watch his neck tilt back, his adam's apple protruding as he swallows. my eyebrows scrunch and my lips effortlessly separate from each other. with his head still tipped back, i take the situation to my advantage and let my eyes travel from his neck down to the faint bulge in his black sweats. i let out a silent breath of air and feel my knees weaken.

i blurt out the first excuse that comes to my mind so that i can be away away from him for a minute.

"i'm just gonna go grab my purse from my room. i'll be back in a sec", i say, starting to walk out of the kitchen without waiting for his response.

i don't even own a purse.

i hear the now empty root beer can being thrown into the bin behind me, followed by matt's voice.

"can i come? i need to go to the bathroom."

shit.

"yeah, of course.", i lie.

i walk down my small hallway, matt following closely behind, and turn left.

"here's the bathroom. my rooms just there when you're done.", i say, motioning to my room on the right side of the hallway. he nods and wanders into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

matt's pov

standing in the middle of y/n's bathroom, my right hand reaches into my boxers to readjust my dick - which is still hard. if not, even harder.

i'm trying so hard not to, but every time i look at y/n i can't help but imagine her on her knees in front of me, taking all of me in her pretty mouth. i pause for a moment while adjusting my boner to slowly pull it out of my boxers. wrapping my hand around it, i hesitantly slide up and down, watching the precum dripping out of my tip every time. a quiet moan escapes my mouth and i throw my head back, eyes shut tight while i silently please myself. my mind floods with thoughts of y/n moaning my name and my dick grows even harder in my hand, almost painful.

i look back down at my dick, veins covering the surface, my tip pink and wet. i rub my thumb over it to wipe away the precum and slowly place my dick back into my boxers. i pull my sweats back up and glance at myself in the mirror, making sure the huge bulge in my pants is as unnoticeable as possible.

i walk closer to the sink and reach for the soap, pumping some onto my hand and turning the tap to warm. as i rinse the soap off my hands, i feel my dick make contact with the countertop through my pants and i let out a whimper. the sensitivity of my throbbing dick makes even that feel good. i sigh, silently hoping that my boner will go down on its own, and then reach for the door handle.

y/n's pov

i walk into my room and place the $300 from matt on top of my dresser. collapsing onto my bed, i bring my hands to my face and rub my eyes.

i cannot stop thinking about matt.

everything he does, everything he says - it only makes me want him more. his hair, his hands, his lips, the faint outline of his dick through his pants..

"hey, i'm back."

my lustful thoughts are unexpectedly interrupted by a familiar husky voice entering my room.

i look up to see matt.

"oh hey.", i reply eagerly, sitting up on my bed. i feel butterflies in my lower stomach as my thighs gravitate toward each other, yet again. i notice his breathing is heavier than usual, paired with light blush to his cheeks that wasn't there before.

"travis?", he questions.

"..what?", i reply, a puzzled look on my face.

"the music? it's travis scott."

i pause for a moment and listen; my speaker is still playing from the corner of my room.

the end of i know? by travis scott plays distinctly in the room.

"oh yeah, sorry. i forgot my music was still playing."

"no it's cool, this songs good."

i smile at his validation and feel my butterflies return.

"do you wanna sit?", i ask him, motioning to the empty spot next to me on my bed. he says nothing, just walks over and places himself just inches away from me.

while we talk about what our plans are for the rest of the day, i notice him uncomfortably resting a hand over his crotch.. and then both hands.. and then grabbing a pillow from the top of my bed and placing it directly over it. the distraction causes me to stumble my words,

"and so.. um.. i have a lecture on friday i think, but i'm not sure if i'll go yet. and.."

searchin by sonder starts playing over the speaker.

his eyes stare deeply into mine as i talk, but mine can't stay in one spot. they wander between his eyes, the pillow covering his obvious boner, his large hand gripping the sheets beside me-

you've been staring at it all along

you've been searching for me all along

you don't have to keep on waiting

girl i heard you call

listening to the lyrics, i begin losing track of my thoughts again.

"..and um..what was i talking about?", i chuckle, trying to remember. "oh! my lecture. so-"

my sentence is abruptly interrupted by a large hand grasping the back of my neck and pulling me in, accompanied by matt's lips on mine. his lips are soft and wet against my own and i feel goosebumps cover my body as his other hand nervously trails up my thigh. his fingers trace the hem of my tight shorts but then stop and i start to feel him pulling away, his lips swiftly detaching from mine.

he's quiet for a moment, staring into my eyes. my mouth opens and closes but no words come out.

"i'm sorry, i don't know why i did that.", he apologises, genuine guilt in his voice. "i should go-" he places his hands at his sides and goes to stand up, but i grab his arms and turn him to face me to prevent him from standing. feeling his muscles tense under my fingers, i let go of his arms. my right hand impulsively reaches for his hoodie, pulling him closer to me by the fabric covering his chest. our lips connect once again, this time only for a second before i inch away from him. once our lips are finally apart, i notice his rapid breathing and my eyes don't leave his.

"don't leave, matt."

[onskepa]

Hii! Could I get a Teylan x human reader pls? Like she kind of is like Spider, born in pandora, but at the resistance, and she is now Teylan age and they met when the Sarentu arrived at HQ. They start to get close and fall in love, but after all that happens in the game they separate because Teylan has to figure himself out as a navi with no human influence. She tells him that is okay and maybe one day they will see each other again. After a couple of years they reunite, and realize that they still feel the same. And try to be a couple, but with a navi lifestyle ( as much as she can as a human).

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!! MY FIRST TEYLAN FIC!! okie! I know just how to make this go! Enjoy~!!

P.S: cover made by meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!!!

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hayalovay

Teylan really did not know what to do or say. There are so many new faces! His first few days with the resistance he clung to his fellow sarentu siblings or with Alma. He does his best to not be with so’lek so much. That na’vi is scary, and what a deep voice! Teylan for sure thinks that na’vi doesn't sleep. Always awake and aware. 

It was overwhelming really, from waking up after a long time, having to escape what was once their home, and into the world where he was told it was dangerous. So much in just a short time. Teylan tries to keep up, he does, but fear of everything is what pulls him back. Alma guides his like she always did, ri’nela does her best to soothe his worries when he touches anything from the outside. Nor would call him a scardy baby, but he is not! 

Everyday it was noisy, but there is one thing that helps teylan calm down. More like someone, someone who brings teylan peace into his life. 

“You are na’vi, why are you so attached to metal things?” So’lek asks Teylan, who can never understand the strange young sarentu’s obsession with human  stuff. Teylan was holding a radio and a hologram tablet. His eyes darted left and right, trying to think of an answer. How can he when so’lek is glaring down at him? 

“We grew with human customs, he is the youngest, it is the only thing he knows” ri’nela came to his aid. Bless her kind heart. So’lek shakes his head in a disapproving manner but doesnt say much else. 

For the rest of the day, so’lek silently observed teylan, being more human than na’vi. When an idea hit him. 

“Alma, when does she return?”

“Hello, my name is Hayalovay, or hayalo for short. It is such a great honor to meet you all” 

A young, small human stood before the sarentu children. She was not like the other humans in the resistance base. While other humans were dressed in the human clothing, pants, tank tops, jackets. Hayalovay was dressed as if she were na’vi. Loin cloth, beaded top, feathers and beads decorating her hair, colorful paint in different areas of her body. A beautiful flower tucked behind her ear, giving her a more na'vi look. She looked oddly beautiful. 

Her eyes search over and met with teylan’s bright eyes. A blush was quick to appear on his cheeks. 

“You must be teylan. The other’s told me a lot about you. Oh! Your hat looks very nice, have you tried wearing it in reverse? Many like to” Hayalo goes over to him with her question. Oddly enough, despite her ramblings, she wasn't loud. Not like the other humans. Teylan liked that. Liked that she was a different set of noise, a nice, calming noise that he might come to enjoy.

“It's poisonous!” 

“Its a flower” 

“It will kill me!” 

“It is just a flower teylan” 

“W-what if-” 

“Oh for the love of eywa-” 

Hayalo grabbed teylan’s larger hand and brought forward to make contact with a purple flower with moving tendrils at the center. Teylan’s fingers making contact, making him whimper in fear. 

“See? Its not killing you” hayalo teases. 

“W-well how was I supposed to know?” he refutes. 

The girl just smiles, “you did. I told you but you refuse to listen”. 

The tendrils got a good grip on teylan’s fingers, his fear growing worse “it--its going to eat my fingers!!” he panics while trying to pull away at the flower. Hayalo tries to ease him but teylan yanks back so hard, the flower breaks off from its stem, landing on the ground. 

Hayalo sighs and bends down to gently pick up the massive flower. 

“N-not my fault! It's was going to hurt me!” teylan defends himself. Reminding himself of all those fearful lessons back in TAP. How every plant was dangerous in some form or another. “They were right…!” he mutters 

Hayalo lets the still moving tendrils of the flower grab her smaller fingers, enjoying the sensation. 

Teylan observes her, scared that the flower might hurt her, but after a minute, the tendrils willingly let go of Hayalo's fingers. Smiling, Hayalo raised her hand and wiggled her fingers. 

“See? It didn't hurt me. It is completely harmless teylan, not everything in pandora is out to get you” the human explains. 

Teylan blushes a bit in  shame, seems it's going to take a while to get used to. 

“You are not na’vi, yet you behave and try to look like a na’vi. Why? You are human” Teylan asks out of nowhere. He was very curious since he met her. Hayalo really is a strange human out of all that he has known. 

“I was born here. This is my home, therefore that makes me a pandorian. I always admired na'vi. How beautiful and full of life they all are. Each clan is different, yet they all hold the same morals and rules. Living side by side with them, I grew up thinking I was a na’vi. Dressing the same, painting my body, weaving my songchord, hunting, it is all incredible…'' Hayalo answers honestly. 

Both look beyond the mountains and the grasslands as the sun goes down. 

Hayalo reaches to hold teylan’s hand, his eyes looking down at her face. 

“You are lucky to be na’vi teylan. Even Miss Cortez is lucky since she has an avatar. I just have this body. You can breathe the air, make connections with the animals, you can do so many things” she goes on to say. 

But teylan looks down observing his free hand. 

“I dont feel lucky. I was always told-” 

“Forget what they told you teylan. You are free, you can be whatever you want to me” hayalo interrupted before teylan’s insecurities came out. 

“Forget what TAP said, all they ever told you were lies” 

Were they lies? 

Teylan didn't say anything further but silently grips on the old radio he hid in his pocket. 

Teylan was such a food, such a big headed, idiotic fool! 

He had so many chances and each one he blew it up. Quite literally! 

His sarentu family, alma,  so’lek, the resistance, the clans, hayalo-

He betrayed everyone, following Mercer's orders secretly, really believing that if he was a good boy doing what he was told, that everything would be better. A naive fool, everyone is going to hate him now. So many injured, how can anyone forgive him for this? Teylan dug his own grave. No one will welcome him back. 

Even more now since he joined Mercer in his side of the war. Taking revenge for the downfall of TAP. Mercer was right, he could never be na’vi, a true na’vi. Can never speak of his native language, learn the peoples ways, or do anything na’vi related. Perhaps he is better off as-

“TEYLAN!! YOU SKXAWNG!”

“He is gone, they are all gone. No one will ever tell you terrible things again "Hayalo smiles as she holds teylans still shaking hands. After a great battle, Mercer is gone, and whatever humans stayed, left. Being his voice of reason, Hayalo helped Teylan in shutting down many machines and weapons within the computer systems. Still hard to believe that it really is over. 

“Am I truly free….” he mutters his own question. 

“Yes teylan, you are as free as an ikran. Now you can live your live as you please, you and your sarentu family "Hayalo encourages, her smile still so  bright and radiant after everything that has happened. 

“Even better, you can set up a true home for yourself, learn new things and-” 

“Wait” 

Teylan kindly interrupted his dear friend. He bends down to meet her at an eye level. His mind goes back to many recent events. One moment he remembers was when he was told of nor stabbing Alma, and running away. Not to be seen as of yet. 

Maybe, like nor, he needs to be away. To reflect his actions. 

“What is it..?” Hayalo asks worryingly. 

“Hayalo, I dont think I can ever thank you enough. From the moment we met, you were always there. Helping me, teaching me the best you can, forgiving me after what I did. But…I think, I think I need to go” he says slowly. 

“Go? Go where?” 

“Somewhere, anywhere. Alone. I am na’vi but, out of my friends, I am more human. Ri’nela is learning how to be a healer, nor was learning how to be a warrior before that incident, my sarentu friend is more na’vi than all of us combined. And me? I still have nothing. I know nothing. So, I want to go, travel and learn on my own. How to be a na’vi” 

A few seconds of silence was there, before hayalo smiled, sadness reaching her eyes. Removing her iconic flower from her ear, she gently places it on teylan’s ear. 

“I will wait for you then. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for your return. See what you will become” hayalo whispers. Placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, her lips warm and soft. 

“Thank you hayalo, I promise, I will return as someone new” he swears as teylan removes his cap and places it on hayalo’s smaller head. 

“Just being you is enough for me teylan” 

Many, many years have passed. The scars of the dark past have healed, and many moved on. The sarentu clan has grown, from the brink of extinction to its former glory. The humans from the resistances have either passed away in peace, or still holding strong each day. Pandora continues to grow and thrive, the old bases of the rda are now mere husks of what it once was. 

Hayalo continues to be as she is, free as an ikran, and everyday she would look out for a certain na’vi that still holds dear to her heart. 

She lost count of how long it has been, knowing that at the end, it is pointless. He would return when it is time.

Even after a long time, hayalo still wears teylan’s old cap, always making sure it is in good shape. Still having his scent, bringing a lot of comfort to the human woman. Everyday she prays to Eywa that, wherever teylan is, to guide him, to keep him safe. To return as a new man but still keeping his core traits. 

Perhaps she was a fool then, to not tie teylan down, but ever since she met teylan, her heart began to beat differently. Her eyes changing perspective, thoughts seeking memories of him. Her hands craving more of his. 

Hayalo never told Teylan how she felt about him. Although there really wasn't time for romance in the middle of an ongoing war. Maybe it is better that he never knew, but hayalo will confess this time. Even if they are old, it won't matter. Teylan deserves to know that hayalo is in-

“Oe tatxaw ma’yawntutsyip” 

Turning around quickly, Hayalo's eyes reached to see teylan. An older, stronger looking teylan. Wearing bright colors, his hair longer, beads adoring his body and hair. The flower she gifted him, still tucked behind his ear. He truly does look na’vi. 

“Teylan…” hayalo whispers, still taking in the shocking surprise. 

Teylan grins, flashing his pearly white fangs, “missed me?” 

Teylan is so under appreciated, he is a good, sweet boi! He needs more love! And I am glad to do that. Took me a lot longer because I wanted to make a special cover to this one, hope you all enjoyed it! Until next time! See ya!

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hayalovay = until next time

Oe tatxaw ma’yawntutsyip = I returned my little beloved

[peachy-panic]

Not sure if you’re still taking prompts but if you are Id die for a ‘has anyone ever told you how pretty you are when you cry?’ For Jaime 🙏🏼🙏🏼

For the record, I am always happy to take prompts. Thank you for this one! <3

WARNINGS: BBU/BBU Adjacent, noncon drugging, grieving for dead parents

Rowan Smith stands outside the two-way mirror to the observation room, studying his newest assignment. 

The kid is flat on his back in the middle of the room, arms stretched out on either side of him. He’s high as a kite. His body appears to be completely relaxed, his breaths coming in an even rise and fall. You would think he’s in a state of complete euphoria, if it weren’t for the steady stream of silent tears sliding down his temples. 

He clicks on his tablet and makes a note in his file. 

110750 received final dose of diacetylmorphine at 17:09. Tox screen was completed at 22:31. He will be relocated to cell 34A today after his formal intake for the duration of his withdrawal and initial training. 

Rowan saves his entry and clicks the screen to black. He watches for another minute, then, decisively, swipes his key card at the door to let himself into the room. He isn’t technically supposed to mess with him before he’s officially admitted into the system—officially, none of this operation beneath the basement level of the facility really even exists—but Rowan can be discreet. 

He closes the door behind him and walks to the kid’s side, dropping into a crouch. His new trainee is so far gone that he doesn’t seem to be aware that anyone has even entered the room. He just keeps staring up at the ceiling while his tears drip into little pools on the concrete floor.

Jaime, the kid’s name is. For now, anyway. In less than an hour, that will be erased from his identity. Rowan will make him into the perfect blank slate, so that 110750 can become whoever he is required of him at any given moment. 

Reaching forward, he takes a tuft of soft, blond hair between his fingers and lets it drop back against his forehead. Finally, a pair of heavy-lidded brown eyes roll in his direction. Rowan smiles. He wonders if he can even really see him. Almost certainly, he won’t remember this tomorrow. 

“Why the long face, sweetheart?”

The boy blinks hard, like he’s trying to concentrate on something, then brings his hands down to pat the pockets of the jeans they haven’t yet taken from him.

“The picture,” he says, quiet and raspy. 

Rowan tilts his head in feigned confusion. “What picture is that?”

His thin fingers shake as he turns his pockets inside out, a little more agitation slipping through the heavy fog of his high. “My parents,” he says. “My photo. It has… I can’t…”

“Oh.” Smith puts on a sympathetic frown. “That old thing? We had to get rid of it.”

Jaime, or the person that used to be him, turns back to Rowan with a look of slowly dawning horror. “What?”

“You won’t be needing that anymore. We already burned it.”

His face crumbles into true devastation. It’s almost impressive that such emotion can break through the drugs. 

“It’s all I have left,” he whispers. 

God, Rowan thinks. They really brought me a treasure with this one. 

He reaches out again, this time to brush the hair off his forehead with a gentle hand. “Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are when you cry?”

[hoesheez]

Bad Apple…

Jongho/OT7

A/N: you know, the fleeting thoughts in my head don’t t always need to turn into a damn fic but uh, here you go haha 😳 i cant stop writing for ateez HELP!!

WARNINGS: language, unprotected sex, vouyerism

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Choi Jongho adored his members, that was known to them. He proved it time and time again with his acts of service and kind words. But unbeknownst to them, sometimes he’d have more, perverse thoughts about them. He’d have these fleeting thoughts when they’d be in their dressing room, where he got a good look at each one of them. It wasn’t weird to be naked in front of each other, especially during concerts where everyone had to be quick to get back on stage. So he shouldn’t ever feel some type of way when he’d see them naked, but sometimes he just really couldn’t help himself.

His mind would go to those places where he’d imagine his members in lewd situations. He observed how touchy San and Wooyoung were whenever they had their shirts off. Wooyoung would stare and steal touches when he though no one else was looking, while San would lean in and tease the younger and whisper things in his ear. He couldn’t help but think what it’d feel like to run his curious hands along San’s defined chest, or how soft Wooyoung’s ass would feel in his hands. He’d watch Hongjoong quickly dress, admiring the little skin he would show and how he’d look around to make sure not too many people were looking. The man had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, although he was small, his body was still so beautiful to behold. His chest and ab muscles were softly lined, his rear end was tight and inviting. But most impressive was what was between his legs, his Captain sure was packing, his bulge ever so prominent in his tight pants.

“Jongho?” Yunho’s voice pulled him out of his trance. As if the big dick gods read his mind, Yunho appeared before him clad only in his boxers. Jongho fought every fiber of his being to not look down. “You’re up next,” he said sweetly to the youngest. Jongho had spaced out so much he forgot his place in line for the fitting.

He stood up and headed towards the stylists who quickly started to measure him and go through the fabric samples they had set up. From his position in front of the mirror, he could see the other members and stylists through the reflection. To any outsider it would look like chaos, but with how skilled the KQ staff was from their years of experience and how well he and his members listened, work was still being done despite the frenzy. He had a good look at the others through the mirror, his eyes began to wander further. He caught a glimpse of Seonghwa, his inability to not get ticklish whenever the measuring tape was put on him was starting to irk the stylists. Hongjoong came over and gave him a look and Seonghwa laughed hard before pulling it together. Jongho watched as the stylist was finally able to measure the man’s tiny waist. Hongjoong continued to talk to Seonghwa, the shorter man looking up into his eyes as he spoke, a bright smile flashed on his face. God he had the prettiest smile. “Can you turn around?” the stylist asked and the youngest did as he was told. Just as he turned he was met with Yeosang trying on one of the sample jackets for the stage. His thick arm muscles barely fit in the sleeves and the stylist quickly helped him out of it. His muscular arms that he had been working so hard on flexed as he tried on another garment. Jongho could feel his stomach erupt, a fire suddenly starting after seeing Yeosang in particular. The thing that topped it all off however, was catching a glimpse of Mingi’s bare ass as he changed behind a privacy curtain. The small crack between the fabric and the wall was enough for him to get a peak of Mingi’s beautifully plump rear. “Oh my god!” the stylist measuring him whisper yelled. Jongho quickly looked at them, realizing what had happened as he felt his dick begin to tighten in his pants.

A wave of embarrassment filled him as the stylist tried to reassure him that this kind of thing happens and if he needed to excuse himself he could. Jongho, as red as those apples he split in half, hurried out of the room. The others watched as he left, wondering what could’ve happened. Once he returned, after splashing cold water on his face and willing his dick to calm the fuck down, the stylists finished with him and helped him try on some pieces. After another thirty minutes, the stylists all bid farewell to them, the eight men thanked them all as they left and proceeded to get dressed. Jongho sat on the nearby couch, desperately hoping their manager would soon announce the cars had arrived so he could finally go home and really take care of his problem.

Seonghwa came over and leaned over him, placing a hand on his forehead, “You okay?” his voice was as soft as the hand he put on his forehead to check his temperature. Seonghwa smiled his signature smile when the youngest nodded. And of course, Jongho couldn’t help but wonder what Seonghwa’s pretty mouth would look like wrapped around his-

“Did you get a boner?” Mingi asked, his voice deep and curious. Hongjoong sighed as Wooyoung held back a laugh. “What? It happened to me before, when someone’s touching, so close to there, it just happens.” San giggled at the younger man, “What? You have no self control or something?” Wooyoung laughed harder and Jongho’s face got redder. “Will you all shut up, you’re embarrassing him.” Seonghwa exclaimed and patted Jongho’s head. Yeosang came over and sat next to him, putting one of those well toned arms that drove Jongho crazy around his shoulders. “Serves him right, for eyeing us all up and down like we were his prey,” his voice was impossibly low, sending a jolt right to Jongho’s gut. San sucked his teeth, “Oh? I thought i felt eyes on me, ones that weren’t Wooyo’s” the absolute unit of a man said as he walked up in front of him to stand next to Seonghwa.

“I wasn’t! No I wasn’t looking at you guys.” Mingi laughed, “And here I was hoping you could see me through the curtain that I purposely left open, what a shame.” Yunho walked over to where Mingi was seated, “I saw you, nice ass.” he said before leaning down and kissing his friend on the lips. “Hey now, this is about the youngest, why not save that for him?” Hongjoong said as he tilted his head, “I mean, if that’s what he wants?” Jongho locked eyes with his captain, nodding eagerly at him and earning one of his million dollar smiles.

Yeosang took the new opportunity to undo Jongho’s belt, quickly unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock. “No wonder they couldn’t get a proper measurement, just look at it.” Yeosnag said as he pumped Jongho’s dick lazily. Seonghwa moved to sit on the other side of him, reaching over and helping to pump the youngest’s cock along with Yeosang.

Jongho was frozen in place, not believing for a second what was happening. Was he really getting a joint handjob from his members? While the others were pulling out their cocks from their pants? Yeosang and Seonghwa adjusted themselves so that they were laying on the couch, taking turns licking up his thick shaft. He watched as the two older men licked and slobbered all over his cock and balls, their tongues sometimes meeting each other as they licked eagerly. “Hey I wanna taste it too.” Wooyoung said with a laugh and knelt down in front of Jongho, adding his tongue into the frenzy while his hands squeezed Jongho’s thick thighs. The three men soon took turns sucking and taking his fat dick in their mouths. Jongho would take the opportunity to thrust his hips up into their mouths, one by one, earning moans of approval from them and the four men who watched behind them.

San, Yunho, Hongjoong and Mingi had since taken out their dicks and were stroking them, some of their mouths hanging open as they watched. Jongho patted the heads of the men who were sucking him off messily so that they could allow him to move closer to the waiting men behind them. “Come on Jongho.” the captain instructed and Jongho opened his mouth, taking Hongjoong’s cock in first. Wooyoung looked up from where he was kneeling, moaning deeply when he watched Hongjoong’s long cock thrust into Jongho’s mouth. He pulled away from him, pulling Seonghwa along with him to assist San. Yeosang moved over to the last two men who were without a mouth and knelt in front of them without needing to be told a word. Jongho moved to be on his knees, holding Hongjoong by the thighs and graciously sucking his cock as hard as he could. He moaned softly as his own dick throbbed between his legs, desperately needing to be touched, sucked or fucked. San threw his head back with a growl as Seonghwa and Wooyoung took turns sucking on his thick manhood. Yeosang was busy with spitting on Mingi’s and Yunho’s cock and stroking them eagerly. “So good Jongho, your throats gonna be ruined by the end of this though.” The captain took him by the back of the head, pistoning roughly into his mouth with those same powerful hips he used on stage. Jongho gagged but didn’t stop him as he fucked his mouth, tears beginning to sting at his eyes. It didn’t take long for Hongjoong to stutter against him, releasing his sticky seed into the youngest’s mouth. “Fuck, who’s next?”

Seonghwa pulled away from San and quickly got to his feet. He gave Hongjoong a deep, open mouthed kiss before undoing his pants and shoving his thick cock into Jongho’s waiting mouth. Hongjoong tucked himself into his pants and sat on the couch, watching the lovely display in front of him. Seonghwa smiled down at Jongho, “Look at our youngest, so pretty on my cock.” he sighed out. He was gentler than Hongjoong as he patted his head and thrust into him slowly. San and Wooyoung had taken off their clothes amidst the sucking and moaning. Wooyoung was bent over the couch, San’s thick fingers knuckles deep in his asshole. Jongho looked over at Yeosang who’s hair was being fisted by Mingi as he sucked Yunho’s long dick. He felt so overstimulated and he hadn’t even cum yet. Seonghwa noticed his desperation and caressed his cheek softly. “Who’s cock do you want next my love?” his voice trailed off into a moan as he thrust harder into Jongho’s mouth, finally cumming while he held the younger’s head gently. Seonghwa pulled out of his mouth, his white seed dribbling from Jongho’s swollen lips. “Yunho,“ Jongho’s voice was hoarse by now, his ability to be able to sing on stage tomorrow looking bleak. Yunho smiled wide and quickly came over to Jongho who was busy taking off his pants. He assumed the same position as Wooyoung and waited for the elder to rid himself of his clothes. Yeosang and Mingi followed suit and it wasn’t long before Yeosamg was bent over for the rapper as he prepped his asshole with his tongue. Hongjoong and Seonghwa lay in each other’s arms and watched as the other six men had fun with one another, admiring the way their moans sounded together. “Fuck Sannie!” Wooyoung’s shrill voice cut through the moans as San began a brutal pace behind him. Yunho entered Jongho from behind, taking it very slowly, knowing it was the youngest’s first time. He leaned over and praised him, giving him kind words of reassurance. “Just relax baby, and I’ll make you feel so good i promise.” Jongho buried his face in the cushion as he felt Yunho reach his prostate upon bottoming out. Mingi had Yeosang in a strong grip, fucking the elder so hard loud smacks resounded in the room. “Fuck!” Jongho yelped as Yunho picked up his speed. Jongho gripped his own cock, tugging on it hard, feeling Yunho deep inside. He felt his peak nearing, the sounds of his fellow bandmates moaning and fucking, the two eldest members coaxing them all on as they ravaged each other in sheer bliss. “Everyone, give your cum to Jongho, let him know just how much you love him.” Hongjoong said and the five men currently fucking and getting fucked moved to stand before Jongho. They all tugged on their cocks feverishly, looking down at Jongho and moaning when they saw he already had his tongue out waiting for them. They all groaned as they began to cum one right after the other. Jongho felt their hot seed spurt all over his face, some of it getting in his mouth where he eagerly lapped it up. He grabbed his aching cock and tugged hard, his peak nearing once again and threatening to completely ruin him. The five men around him finished cumming, covering him in a thick, beautiful bukakke. “Jongho.” they moaned out, watching as the man chased his own release. “Hello? Jongho?!” Yunho’s voice echoed in his ears loudly, his intense orgasm that was building soon stopped abruptly as he woke from his peaceful slumber.

“What?!” Jongho awoke with a yelp. The other members looked over at him, Yunho just laughed hard. “You dozed off, come on it’s your turn to get measured.” Yunho spoke as sweetly to him as he did in the dream. Jongho finally got his bearings and sighed, heading over to the stylists to get measured. He shook his head and felt like he was about to cry, reassuring himself in his mind that as soon as he got home he was going to have the most intense masturbating session of his life.

A/N: i think it’s fair to say all of ateez is dating each other, no wonder why all the ships just work??? SIGH!!! theres more after this as I’ve said i have a PROBLEM 😭

[sw33tsuccubus]

Sun Kissed

apollo x reader

summary: Y/n is a gardener. They find out Apollo has been giving them extra help with their plants.

genre: fluff

word count: 775

You worked hard, wanting your plants to thrive. You grew multiple things; strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, green onions, potatoes, carrots, peppers, apples, pumpkins. Even if you didn’t like some of the foods you grew, you could sell them to the local village market for money.

Today, you were rounding around to see what was growing. You brought a basket just in case.

As you inspected the tomato trellis, the sun shone on you. To you, the sun had a pattern. It would shine on you while checking the tomatoes and while you checked the strawberries. Then it would make the peppers and pumpkins shine. It hid for the rest of the plants, though made pretty shadows of your cottage.

You picked a few cherry tomatoes before heading towards the strawberries. The strawberries were usually fast bloomers, and they were this time. You plucked multiple strawberries, shifting the plant leaves only to find even more. You got on your knees and got to work, picking strawberry after strawberry.

Since you had many strawberry plants, the basket was half full by the time you finished plucking. You wiped sweat from your forehead. The sun was really shining on you. You hoped you didn’t get a sunburn, grabbing your basket and heading to where you planted the apple trees.

Not all the apples were formed, although you still managed to pick a few. After making your rounds, you walked into your cottage with a full basket. The pumpkins, carrots, and potatoes hadn’t grown yet but that was okay. They could take as long as they needed.

~~~

You entered the village later that day, having sorted each crop into its own basket. You entered your usual market, greeting the lady behind the counter. You placed the baskets on the counter and she whistled.

“Another good season?”

“Seems like it will be!”

“Do you have a secret, or do the gods like you?”

You counted through the apples with her, and you hummed in curiosity.

“I don’t know. Demeter wouldn’t like me, I don’t think. I sell the crops instead of giving them for free.”

You joke, and the shopkeeper laughs quietly.

“What about Apollo? Sun god?”

You thought about it. The sun patterns you had noticed from your three years of gardening. The birds that would sing to your plants while you were sick. Maybe Apollo did notice you.

“I’ve noticed some sun patterns. So what?”

She snickered, putting the apple basket to the side and grabbing the tomato one.

“I’ve got a thought for you. Heard some girls talking the other day while they exchanged fruits behind my shop.”

You cocked an eyebrow in curiosity.

“If the sun shines on your face, it’s Apollo giving you kisses.”

You smiled faintly, counting up the tomatoes.

“That would be silly. The sun shines on my face plenty, but it does the rest of my body.”

“Does it start with your face, as a greeting?”

You thought for a moment. The answer was yes.

“No. I’m not special.”

She shrugged, pushing the tomato basket to the side and grabbing the strawberry one.

“Oh well. It’s a cool thought. That means sun burns must be hickeys though, hm?”

You could feel yourself blush as you nod. You had just recovered from sunburned cheeks and shoulders. How interesting.

“Guess so. Apollo must be needy, hm?”

She laughed.

“Guess so.”

The two of you continued talking through the counting and paying, though you didn’t pay much attention to it. Soon, you were leaving the village with your baskets and a pouch full of money. 

You traveled through the woods to your cottage, putting all of the baskets away in their respected spots. You tucked your money pouch in its spot under the sink. 

Taking your leftover strawberries, you sat outside in the grass. You ran your barefoot feet through the ground, humming contently. 

You ate the strawberries, observing the animals that roamed the woods. After a few minutes, the sun shone on your face. You smiled, continuing to nibble at a strawberry.

When all of the strawberries were gone you nervously looked to the sky. It was clear blue, only a few clouds littered the domain. The sun was up there, but you knew not to look directly at it.

“Apollo?”

You whispered to the sky. You were answered by a bird chirping and flying past you.

~~~

You weren’t quite sure what to think after that day. The sun shone in your face on a regular basis nowadays, and your plants seemed to grow abundantly. 

Some days you would get sunburned on the shoulder, even if you were wearing a tee shirt. It was all confusing you. If it was Apollo, why wouldn’t he come greet you? It was as if he answered your thoughts one day.

“Y/n?”

You dropped a red pepper into your basket, looking up. You opened your mouth to speak, but froze. He was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen.

Tanned skin, golden blonde hair reaching his shoulders, sky blue eyes. His body was toned, and on display. He wore an outfit you would see on a guy in the eighties; cropped shirt, red, with a yellow dragon on it. Jean shorts that showed off his thighs, and sandals.

“Apollo?”

He smiled at you, and you felt the breath get knocked out of you.

“Hello. Sorry for intruding. I wanted to greet you.”

You stood, making sure not to knock over the basket filled with peppers. You walked to the god and placed a hand on his cheek to make sure he was real. He was.

“Well, hi.”

He smiled humorously.

“I love the gardening you do. If you couldn’t notice, I help a lot.”

You nodded.

“It’s apparent. Thank you, Apollo.”

He nods, looking around at the garden.

“It’s cute. Do you have lemonade?”

You led him inside and poured him a glass of lemonade with ice cubes. He thanked you and sipped from it, watching you intently as you made yourself a glass.

“You’re pretty cute, Y/n. It’s why I chose you.”

You sipped from your lemonade before you glanced to him.

“What do you mean, chose me?”

“Well, I would love to be your lover.”

You froze, almost choking on your drink.

“I understand we should get to know each other, but you’re a great candidate. I think my sister would approve of you.”

You thought about Apollo’s sister, Artemis. Goddess of the hunt and the moon.

“Doesn’t she have something against love?”

He laughs softly.

“Yes. Mainly against men trying to help women all the time.”

You nod.

“She wouldn’t approve of what you did for me then.”

“Well, it did help, didn’t it? Technically I help all gardeners. You just got a little extra.”

You sipped your lemonade, and he grinned at you.

“You’re pretty. I like your eyes, they compliment you.”

You smiled, putting down your glass.

“Your cheeks are cute when you smile.”

“Don’t try to flatter me, I’m not sleeping with you.”

“That’s not what I was going for!”

He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms in a pouty way. You couldn’t help but chuckle; you made a god pout.

“You might want to go back to helping gardeners then, huh? Staying behind the sun to help it shine brighter.”

“Oh, no, Y/n. I can be in multiple places at once.”

You tilt your head.

“All the gods can. So, are you up to making dinner together?”