#in fact he keeps forgetting about him and then just dislikes him again at each new meeting

[urfavleo777]

warnings: age gap, teacher x student relationship, smut

teacher's pet.

Every word he said was giving you goosebumps.

He was harsh, stony, and, according to many students, ruthless. There were times when you made eye contact with each other, although they never lasted longer than two seconds, after which you always felt your cheeks burning. Those two seconds were enough for you to feel like he was sucking your soul out of you. Then you looked away as if you had been burned, trying your best to focus on the lecture. Apart from the innocent glances you threw his way, you had absolutely nothing in common. Well, based on the students' stories, you avoided him, afraid that you too would get to know his harsh side. As you walked down the same hallway, you were so scared of the confrontation that when you spotted him on the horizon, you turned around and ran towards the nearest restroom. Back then, you were sure he didn't even remember your name. And, what is more, you weren't aware of how amused he was by your childish behavior.

Despite his aura that was repulsive to many students, one thing could not be taken away from him. His intelligence.

Every time you couldn't keep your eyes off him. You couldn't quite tell whether you were enjoying the subject matter due to its inherent interest or whether it was him who had become your focus of interest. You were completely fascinated by him. He was definitely an object of desire among women. Despite his strict side, female students flocked to him like flies. Professor Colby Brock was particularly disliked in the male community. Because he used the most ruthless and extremely harsh comments especially towards men.

The silence all around pulled you out of your thoughts. Upon realising that everyone was staring your direction, you turned your head up. There he was, looking at you. Patiently waiting for your answer to the question he had previously asked.

After a few seconds, which felt like eternity, he gave you a smile and moved on to get the answer from someone else. You started blushing from the embarrasment. Your friend sitting next to you noticed and playfully hit you with her elbow, while raising a brow at you. She obviously knew about this little crush and always made jokes about how the two of you should just get a room already. You always rolled your eyes, knowing deep down that's what you wish for.

The next round of questions started and you saw your teacher going down the line, all of your classmates answering one by one. When you knew it would be your turn next, your heart began racing. You were quickly counting through the questions, to see which you would have to answer, so you wouldn't embarass yourself even more.

"Miss Y/L/N, number three, please."

He set his hand on the table in front of you, supporting his body weight as he was leaning a little bit. Tattoos peaking from under his rolled sleeves, you had to push away the sinful thoughts once again.

"How do you check brain health? Uh, you check it through electroencephalography, spinal tap or myelography," you looked up at him, trying not to stumble over your words.

"Agreed, but you forgot about the most important and simplest method called Imaging Tests. Otherwise, good enough."

You weren't entirely happy with your answer, but you were glad that you were at least able to escape the humiliation of yourself. After you answered your question, he suddenly decided to finish the lesson, as an hour and half already passed.

"That's all for today. And, don't forget to borrow a book on neuroanatomy. It can really help you." He finished the class by picking all of his books up, walking towards the door. He let everyone pass through, before walking out of the class himself.

You and your friend said your goodbyes and each went different ways. Yours lead to the library.

Your professor semeed to be following the same path.

If it weren't for the fact that you were in a public place, you would definitely have burst into loud screams.

Upon arriving at the library, you were greeted by the closed doors. What was extraordinary was that the library closed earlier than it should have. The librarian usually set her own rules, so it was almost impossible to come across her.

You shook the handle one more time and checked for the opening hours sign, just to be sure.

The sign was showing exactly what you thought. The librarian was probably drinking a delicious cappuccino in the principal's office. It's called double standards when you're related to the head of this school.

You weren't happy with the situation, but there was nothing you could do, so you decided to go home. When you turned around, you started rummaging through your bag. It was always full of stuff and you could never find wireless headphones. You walked slowly, leaning to the side, still grabbing random things to find the plastic box. After a few steps, you noticed a figure in front of you.

Upon turning your head up, you noticed your Brain Mechanisms professor standing there. He was playing with a set of keys, turning them at their hoop around his fingers. You almost fainted. You started looking around frantically, but it was too late to escape. It would be at least strange if you ran out now. Certainly no one would see you in any of his lectures again.

"Exemplary student, I see. Running to borrow the book I mentioned straight after the class," he pointed out, while slowly walking towards you. Your heart started pounding, but thankfully, he just passed you to get to the door.

"I didn't know you were in charge of the library, professor Brock. Where is Mrs. Smith, may I ask?" You were genuinely curious.

While trying to unlock the door, he turned his body halfway to face you.

"I have not received any information about her, but I volunteered to take her place. You know, I get credits for it and, I assure you, it's not that hard of a job."

Your suspicions about drinking coffee in the principal's office were becoming more and more true.

When he finally managed to open the door, he walked past it. Holding them open with one hand, gesturing for you to come through with the other.

Marching forward, you felt his eyes looking you up and down. As you walked through the doorway, you heard his voice behind you.

"The section you are looking for is there," he pointed to a huge shelf to the right labeled neurology. Everything would be fine if there weren't a dozen or so shelves. You didn't know which to look at.

You quickly gave him a smile while speeding your walk to get to the shelves, so you could look for the books you needed and got the hell out of there.

All this time, you were wondering why he hadn't criticized you yet.

After a while, several more people started walking through the door. They sat to study or just tried to find the books they wanted. It was taking you a surprisingly long time to find the titles you were looking for, the ones that were supposed to help you with your studies, but you didn't want to ask the teacher, you'd rather die on the spot.

You spent a good ten minutes going slowly over the section of letter "N" but didnt see any copies of the neurobiology book left. Thinking your classmates already took all of them, you were slowly losing hope. You slid over to the frame on the right, moving on to find a book for your psychology finals.

Scanning the shelves with your eyes, looking for the letter "S" the dark figure appeared next to you once again.

"Need any help?" he asked you generously.

Well, you didn't want to ask him that at first. But since he was already standing there, you decided to give it a try.

"Yes, sir."

He started walking away from you, signaling you to also leave the cubicle made out of shelves.

"Well, maybe neurobiology is in a different section. You're in the language department, Miss."

You were following him to the other side of the library, but this comment made you pause for a split second and roll your eyes. He was following you to the cubicle in the furthest corner of the room. You really just wanted to get this over with and come back the next day, when the usual librarian would be back.

Then, Professor Brock, walked between the two giant shelves and you kept following him. Stopping in front of the middle one, you started scanning the section of the letter "Z" once again.

"Thank you, I can handle from now on."

Something didn't seem right as he didn't leave after what you just told him. In fact, he got even closer. You didn't know if you were scared, purely annoyed or even a little bit aroused. You just barely got to notice that the books on the shelves were about history, when he turned you around in one swift movement. You dropped your bag on the ground in a response, hoping your glass water bottle didn't shatter.

He pinned you against one of the bookshelves, roughly holding your arms above your head.

"And maybe, I lied about the book being here," he whispered straight to your face.

You began to breathe heavier and felt your heart practically leap out of your chest as you looked up at the professor towering over you. You felt small and weak. But you kept your mouth shut.

"Tell me, Y/N, do you think I'm an idiot?" he asked, his voice as cold as ice then. You surrendered completely to his voice. Not having the courage to respond, you shook your head. "Use your words, puppy."

"I would never dare to think like that, sir."

"Oh, and I think otherwise. I've seen the way you look at me in class. Every time you try to avoid me, you make me look like a fucking idiot. Do you think I don't notice the looks you give me during lectures? Is that why you are so restless, innocent, absent?" You felt goosebumps once again.

"Never in my life would I have thought you were an idiot, professor."

"Good. Now, just stay right there. And don't you dare move, understood?" he added, raising his voice even more.

"Yes, sir. I won't move, I promise, I'll be good for you."

"Good girl, always so obedient when you want to be," he whispered in your ear, making shivers shoot right down your spine. "I bet you will miss me when you graduate. Will you?"

You bury your face in your hands as your cries wrack through your body. "Y-yes. So much, sir."

"Oh, I'm sure you will." He almost scoffed. He moved your hands away from your face, taking both of your hands in one of his, and his free hand reached up to wipe your tear-stained cheeks.

"There's nothing to cry about. I can't stop thinking about you, puppy. Every time I catch your eye, I try to stop myself from fucking you on my desk. Can you understand that? Can you understand how much you mean to me?"

"Sir- I..I'm not worth losing your job, listen to yourself!"

Colby frowned and grabbed your hands tightly back into his. He never liked anyone not looking at him when they talked to him.

"That's for me to decide, isn't it?" He asked sternly as he looked at you.

"How are you going to make sure no one ever finds out, sir?"

"By being careful, and taking our time," he explained. "But also by being smart.. by paying close attention to any signs that anyone is suspicious. And that means you'll need to learn how to be careful too.. how to be cautious" he added. "We will keep it between us, my girl."

You nodded at his words and suggestions.

"I'll make sure to be careful, sir."

He smiled down and cooed in your ear.

"There we go.. You’re so smart, darling."

His fingers ran through your hair and despite the comfort, you felt a knot in your stomach at his words.

"Do you like that…? The thought that you can have me?" he asked teasingly, smiling a little bit. "The thought that you are mine… and only yours? Does it make your heart skip a beat?"

He moved his hand to play with the collar of your shirt, noticing how your eyes followed everything he did.

Almost immediately, you nodded and opened your mouth in a contented sigh.

"Y-yes, sir."

"The thought seems nice, doesn't it…?"

He leaned closer to you, his eyebrows raising in mock curiosity, as if he was exploring the feeling right next to you. Back then, his tone was filled with nothing but lust.

"And..what if I were to…" he asked as he moved so he leaned closer to you until he was practically above you… "Show you how good it feels…?" He asked gently, leaning forward.

"Would you like this… princess?" As he spoke, his breath became even warmer and you could see his eyes were filled with nothing but love, lust and passion.

"I'd love that… Professor. I am yours."

You bited your lip as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. You moaned when he inhaled your scent and kissed your neck, licking it in the process. "Do you want to do it here?" He huskily asked, hands also beginning to touch and caress you everywhere, especially your boobs, groping and massaging it.

His deep, sexy voice plus the way he kept touching you everywhere sent shivers down your spine that you didn’t even think twice to tell him yes. You looked like an angel, pure and innocent.

He took your body tightly, molding it in his grip as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You sook your head in despair, eliciting a sarcastic laugh from him. "I like that, professor"

"I’ve barely touched you yet, lil’ thing." He tugged at your hair, pulling harshly at it.

"Professor," you grumbled, which only resulted in him pulling at it even more.

"Spread your legs for me, puppy." he demanded, holding your torso tight in his left arm. Enamored of how his eyes hovered over you while making your way up between his legs, you slowly parted your knees, giving him a lovely sight.

"Please," you sighed, feeling shivers run across your body.

He chuckled, blowing air at the bruise he’d just created on your neck. "Why such a rush? We need to take it slow so you can learn!" You gulped as soon as he scraped his nails on your stomach. "Do you promise me you’ll pay attention to the lesson, puppy?"

You bobbed eagerly, glancing at his face just to see his tongue in between his teeth in a devilish grin. "Promise, I promise you."

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[popponn]

call you later; 2.

notes: what if you didn't pick up their call? they left a voicemail, in their own ways. so we still got uh... aryu chigirin and im considering reo. idk who else will come later but i had fun writing this!! character: itoshi rin, bachira meguru. [ part 1 : isagi, sae, nagi ]

itoshi rin

What did you do? This guy is the type to only left anything if it’s urgent, about nii-chan, or about football. Other than that high chances are they are actual death threats and you are not an exception.

Though, he can not deny that you are sort of his favorite in a way—won't admit that to your face too, though. That’s why he even bothers calling you and not just left a message or tell some poor soul to call you instead. While he probably feels a bit irked that you didn’t pick up, he will save the nagging when he finally met you face to face later. And even then, most of teammates will clarify that rather than nagging it’s more like his way of asking for your extra attention. It’s adorable, if you ignore the fact that the next movie night will definitely without a doubt would have to be a horror movie night just to cheer him up. Prayers and thoughts, if you dislike horror.

The message he will left is exactly like him, in a way. Rude, doesn’t have many words, but if you squints you could hear what sounds like a caring nosiness. While he isn’t the type to suddenly get clingy because of one unpicked-up call or thing about it too much, call him back soon as you can even if he didn’t say or rush you to do so. Would never say it to your face, but having you around him calms him down a lot and that includes your voice.

“Where are you right now?” Rin sounds like he was angry, as usual. “You better not be picking up problems left and right or I swear I will—”

A background noise that sounds like a chirpy teasing interrupted him, reminding him not to be so scary, which Rin replied with a snarling growl, “Shut up! And that wasn’t for you—I got a match so you better fucking watch it and fucking message me where you are while you are at it. I will get you home later so you better wait for me or else…..that’s all. Later. Next time don’t just go somewhere without telling me, stupid.”

bachira meguru

Do you know how long of a voice message can someone left on an unpicked up call? If you don’t you will find out soon.

He probably would not really question why you are not picking up, but mostly because whenever you got separated he will always call you in the most ungodly timing possible just for chatting. Somehow. So, at this point, it has become more of a norm for you to not pick up and just call him again later. He is not being nosy, it’s just more of how he expresses his love—sharing literally everything with you. This has led to several one-sided awkwardness from your part between you and some of his teammates, but hey Bachira Meguru’s Hottest Soccer Gossips is a very important segment in your daily life with him.

Which being said, yeah, get ready. He will talk into the phone as if you were there replying to him—and indeed he always manage to predict how you will react. Listening to his voicemail during work is a good replacement for podcasts and such as in case you are bored by them. Though, sometimes, when he is in a rush and have to keep the message shorter than usual, it’s really sweet! He rarely manage to remind you to call him back though, as it feels like norm for you to do so. Don’t forget it, so you don’t get a Bachira Meguru species asking to be carried around for the whole day on the next holiday. He has muscles and those things are not light.

“So, so, so!” Meguru began with his chirpy voice, not leaving any greeting as usual. “Today Isagi and Chigirin kind of clowned and I really, really want to tell you that story—but I gotta go fast, so I will tell you at home later, okay?” Meguru worded out each word in a rushed manner, akin to an excited buzzing bee waiting to run somewhere with skips in his steps and ball for him to dribble.

“Last night I dreamt about Zico so I will definitely win today! But I also dreamt you were there bundled up because you got a fever. Not like I’m complaining if I get to take care of you with my specials, but stay healthy, ‘kay, ‘kay?” Meguru said, jokingly yet dotting. Then, immediately, he continued, “Oh, well! That’s all—I will call again later or you could! So, see ‘ya, Lovely! Love you! Muuuach!”

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bluelock x reader #itoshi rin #bachira meguru #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi imagines #rin itoshi x you #itoshi rin fluff #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #rin x reader #bachira meguru fluff #i will really miss writing scenarios after this #its fun but the prompt augh im terrible at coming up with them #does anyone even read my notes in tags #i doubt it so hey the abyss who is reading this any ideas o great lord of chaos #blue lock scenarios

[separatist-apologist]

The Sweetest Con

Summary: Nesta Archeron has been trapped in witness protection for the past five years, hiding a secret no one can ever learn. All she has to do is wait out the criminals back home determined to punish her and her sisters for a lie they told years before.

She can handle anything- even the new agent sent to keep her safe.

Read on AO3 | Chapter 1

“How is life with the cop?” Gwyn asked from behind a stack of books. Emerie was perched on the counter like usual, while Nesta flipped through several new books that had just come in.

“He’s not a cop,” she reminded her friends. The fact that anyone could look at him and believe he was anything but a criminal was a testament to Cassian’s charm. The whole town loved him, greeting him by name whenever he walked down the road and all but throwing themselves at him at any given opportunity.

It annoyed Nesta. All of it annoyed her. She disliked how easy he was to live with and how much she looked forward to coming home at night so they could cook and talk together. She was supposed to be keeping tabs on him and figuring out his game, but all Nesta had learned about was Cassian’s past.

“Did you ever ask him about Brent?” Emerie questioned. 

It ought to have disturbed her how easily her friends believed Cassian was a criminal capable of framing a suicide. Gwyn and Emerie hadn’t flinched when Nesta told them about her suspicions, for whatever that said about them 

“No. I don’t need to ask him,” Nesta said, thinking about how Cassian had smiled when she’d told him what had happened. It made her divorce a lot easier, if nothing else. What Nesta really wanted was an explanation. Surely there was more than just the threat on the lawn. 

She couldn’t ask without admitting she knew what he was. 

“It’s obvious he did it because he likes her,” Gwyn added with an impertinent wink.

“What would you know about men liking women?” Emerie asked.

Gwyn shrugged. “I know enough.”

“Maybe we should tell him about—”

“No.” Gwyn’s voice went icy cold at the suggestion. Labeled the town home wrecker, Gwyn was shunned by all the well-to-do women in town who didn’t want to admit that what happened to Gwyn was rape simply because the man in question was a good ‘ol boy. 

Nesta hated seeing all of them—hated the way they acted so high and mighty, like somehow they were good people despite their willingness to protect a rapist. Nesta would have liked to see Cassian kill him.

Hell, she would have liked to have done it herself, and she knew Emerie felt the same way. 

“We don’t need a man for that,” Nesta reminded Emerie, earning a bright grin in response.

“How long are you going to let this go on?” Gwyn asked, clearly desperate to change the subject.

“Until she gets him naked,” Emerie teased.

Nesta could help her flush. “I don’t want to see him naked,” she lied as Emerie and Gwyn made booing noises and pointed their thumbs down. All Nesta thought about was Cassian—they’d been living together for two weeks and he spent more time without a shirt on than he did wearing one. He could hardly be blamed—it was miserably hot outside and Nesta refused to turn on her oven, so they were cooking outdoors each night.

And Cassian often just forwent his shirt, giving her access to his toned, broad chest and the rippling muscles against his stomach and back. All she could think about was what the rest of him looked like.

Nesta hadn’t had sex in over five years—since before she’d been dumped in this small town. She’d tried to go on one date with a man named Tomas—and he’d decided he was going to have her whether she wanted him or not. Nesta had been fortunate to escape, biting his ear so viciously there was still a chunk missing. 

After that, Nesta never bothered again. No one had been tempting enough until Cassian sauntered through her front door, made worse by the knowledge that he might be there to kill her. He clearly had no qualms about it. 

Still, he’d been surprisingly kind to her and Nesta caught herself forgetting what he was. She never mistook him for a cop—that was still a joke—but she was starting to see him as a man she could like.

A man she could strip naked, if nothing else.

It was Nesta’s pride that got in her way. She simply could not be the one who made the first move. It was making their living situation tense—Nesta was actively trying to break him.

“Do you swim, Cassian?” Nesta heard herself asking after dinner that night, thinking about the black swimsuit folded up in her dresser. 

He shrugged. “I know how, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Nesta leveled a long look at him. “You don’t look like a man who can swim.”

Cassian paused. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Nesta shrugged, rising to her feet. “You don’t look like you can swim.”

“I can swim,” he told her, falling right into her trap. The male ego was a fascinating thing. “I didn’t bring swim trunks with me, though.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Nesta said, her tone implying she thought this was just a clever excuse to get out of swimming. She then sauntered off, undressing herself to put on that bikini.

She felt nervous, looking at the high straps of the bottoms that revealed the cheeks of her ass. Not to mention how out there her breasts suddenly were.

Was it too much? 

Nesta threw on a cover up before marching out. Cassian was still in his athletic shorts—no shirt—and a pair of slide on shoes. “Where are we swimming?”

“There is a little lake a couple blocks over,” she informed him, grabbing two towels from the bathroom. “There’s a community pool, too, but I never use it.”

“Why not?”

“Too many children,” she said, though in truth it had more to do with the fact that the pool was always filled with people who didn’t like her, and Nesta didn’t want to be surrounded by people staring and whispering. 

“Makes sense,” Cassian said, though after a pause he added, “You don’t want children?”

That felt like a loaded question. “Maybe someday,” she replied, unwilling to examine why he might ask her that. Cassian only nodded, his broad hand resting absently on his stomach. Nesta was trying to ignore the trail of hair that began just beneath his naval before vanishing into his pants, too. 

That was a little more difficult. Nesta forced herself to look straight ahead as they walked and answered Cassian’s endless stream of questions like she was interviewing for a job. So what if he was hot? That was his problem—not hers.

Except, Cassian was hell bent on making it her problem as they tramped over the dirt path that led from the sidewalk to the lake. Nesta could hear children laughing in the distance, though the rocky patch of shore that she and Cassian had chosen was free of everyone but themselves. 

Nesta pulled off her coverup, ignoring Cassian. Behind her, he made a soft, strangled noise she chose to believe was about the rocks digging into the soft soles of their feet.

But deep down, she knew he was reacting to her outfit. 

The water was warm and still somehow refreshing even in the late evening air. Nesta waded in deeper and deeper, embarrassed that so much of her body was on display. Some part of her appreciated his reaction, though she didn’t want to admit that, either. It had been a long time since a man had looked at her with genuine appreciation.

She turned toward the shore, water up to her chin, to find Cassian standing there.

Totally naked.

“What are you doing?!” she demanded, turning away like it mattered. She’d seen everything, and oh, how she wished she hadn’t.

He was ridiculous. The sheer size of him…Nesta shuddered. She wanted to know what it was like to feel him on top of her. Even knowing everything she knew, Nesta still wanted him. What would her sisters say if they ever learned this? Nesta couldn’t help but take another look as Cassian waded into the water.

Just like the rest of him, Cassian’s thighs were big and muscular—they looked like they could easily crush her, should he ever want to. And his cock…fuck. He wasn’t erect and yet Nesta had a good sense of the size and girth of him. Did he fit inside women, or did he merely wedge in half and call it good?

“I told you I didn’t have trunks,” Cassian said, submerging himself so she didn’t have to feel so guilty every time she looked his way.

“You could have kept your underwear on!”

“Nah,” Cassian replied with a shit eating grin. “I wanted you to look at my penis.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“A lot of things, if I had to guess. I’ve never seen a therapist so who can say for sure?”

“Why…why would you want that?” Nesta asked, crossing her arms over her chest as though he could see her through the murky, blue-green water. 

“C’mon, Nes—”

“Don’t call me that,” she hissed, immediately irritated he couldn’t remember the most basic parts of his pretend job. 

Cassian rolled his eyes, reaching for her shoulders. Nesta flung back, splashing him in the face. If he touched her she was certain she’d be ruined. Better to give the illusion of resistance, at any rate. Make him work for it. 

“Come here,” he murmured, putting his hand on her hip. Nesta’s heart thudded in her throat, gagging any potential retort. All she could think about was his broad, callused hand touching her bare skin and how close he suddenly was. “This isn’t wrong.”

Oh, but it was. He still thought she didn’t know who he was but Nesta was painfully aware that she was letting herself get felt up by a man who was part of the people hunting them. Nesta braced her hands on his strong chest intending to shove him away when a new idea struck her.

“This is nothing,” she told him, catching the flash of hurt. “It can never be anything, Cassian.”

“What are you saying?”

“That this is going nowhere. You’re my guard, I’m—if we’re going to do this, it can only be casual. Nothing more.”

Cassian’s reactions were better contained this time. Nesta had no idea what the mobster holding her was thinking. Only that he had her pinned with that stare and his thumb was rubbing lazy circles against her hip bone.

“I’ll take whatever I can get when it comes to you,” Cassian finally murmured, his gaze darting to her mouth. Nesta inclined her chin and then oh. Cassian kissed her, yanking her so she was flush against the hard slab of his body. He should have tasted like the heat—Nesta was certain she did—but somehow Cassian’s mouth reminded her of snow covered mountains and swaying pine trees. 

Nesta slid her arms around his neck before wrapping her legs around his waist. She was painfully aware of his cock and how it seemed to span the entirety of her back. That was likely the water and her arousal confusing her…though she didn’t need to reach between them to know Cassian’s cock was of monstrous proportions. 

Right then, though, it felt safe. She wasn’t having sex in the water for UTI based reasons, and kissing him was good enough. Cassian, for all his many crimes, was tragically, a good kisser. It would have been so much easier if he wasn’t. Surely he had some sort of flaw? Other than his career and his unflinching ability to point a gun at another man's face.

Nesta kissed him rougher at the memory, her teeth tugging at his bottom lip. The inherent violence oozing from Cassian was clearly doing something for her. Nesta knew, right then, that Cassian wasn’t going to kill her. Maybe everyone else, but she believed in her very soul that Cassian had no intention of taking her life.

Why would he be kissing her if he did?

“Fuck,” Cassian breathed, the only words spoken before he returned to kissing her. Nesta took the opportunity to thread her fingers through his thick, dark hair, tossing the pony tail that kept half up off his face into the water behind them. He was so beautiful it made her sick—what happened to greasy older men in sweat suits? Since when did criminals look as good as Cassian did?

Nesta considered dragging her tongue out of his mouth to ask, but remembered only at the last minute that he didn’t know that she knew the truth about him. Better not to tell him, either—what if he decided to tie her to a chair and torture her? Why did the thought of that turn her on? 

Nesta didn’t notice Cassian’s hand until he pushed aside the thin strip of cloth hiding her pussy from the world and brushed his fingers over her aching clit. Nesta jerked in his arms, pulling away to bite his shoulder.

“That’s it,” Cassian whispered as Nesta rocked against his hand. It had been so long since someone touched her—or, that’s what she told herself, anyway. 

Still, it wouldn’t do to just take her pleasure at his expense. Ignoring that she was desperate to touch him, Nesta lied to herself that it was only fair to reciprocate. Nesta gripped him right beneath his blunt head so she could rub her  thumb against the slit of his cock.

Cassian groaned. “Christ,” he swore, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Is this what you like?” Nesta asked, stroking him once.

“Harder,” he rasped. 

Of course he liked it a little rough. Nesta didn’t bother mentioning to him that she did, too. She merely tightened her grip on him and stroked again, delighting in Cassian’s open mouthed moan. Was that all it took to bring a man like him to his knees? Nesta couldn’t think about it given the way his finger was teasing her entrance. 

Cassian plunged himself inside of her, eyes on her face. “That’s it,” he murmured, arching into her hand. “Take what you need.”

What she needed was him to throw her down to the floor and fuck her senseless. Nesta wanted Cassian to fuck her so hard it reset her completely, turning off the endless stream of thoughts in her mind. Even then, Nesta forgot they were in a dusk drenched lake where anyone could walk up and witness what was happening. Normally it would horrify her.

But right then, all she could think about was what he tasted like when he came. Nesta kissed him again, sliding her tongue against his in an attempt to find out.

They lived together, she reminded herself. If she wanted to taste the rest of him she could. It was tempting to ask him to put her down, get dressed, and take her home. The only reason she didn’t want the realization that she’d talk herself out of the whole thing if she stopped now.

And Cassian’s hand felt good against her aching body. Nesta was full on grinding against him, drowning in the feeling. She barely knew what she was doing to him, though Cassian’s desperate panting told her whatever it was, he liked it.

Nesta bit the sensitive skin between his shoulder and his neck hard enough to leave the imprint of her teeth behind. Cassian’s hips bucked into her hand and she wondered just how long it had been since someone had touched him like this. Nesta knew he was close, could feel the vein beneath his cock pushing against her fingers. 

It half disappointed her when he did, though the sight of his parted lips and head thrown back felt religious, somehow. 

“Quick off the mark, huh?” she whispered, lips against his skin.

Cassian’s grip around her body tightened the moment Nesta tried to wriggle free.

“I can sit here all night,” he all but growled, fingers moving inside her faster. “But we’re not leaving until you make you come on my hand.”

“Cass—”

“That’s right,” he praised, licking from her collarbone to her ear. “Imagine how good you’ll feel when it’s my cock instead of my hand.”

Nesta couldn’t help her little moan. It was tempting to demand he show her right then and had they not been submerged in water, Nesta might have foregone all her common sense and asked him to. Instead she closed her eyes and let herself pretend the fingers pumping in and out of her body was his cock.

Cassian used his thumb to draw tight circles around her clit, working her in tandem until Nesta was panting, too, lips pressed against his sun soaked shoulder. She couldn’t stop herself, much like it seemed Cassian couldn’t, either. Nesta came, rocking her hips against him while moaning against his skin. Cassian, for his part, chuckled softly as he ran his nose through her hair. 

“I can’t wait to see you undone,” he whispered before turning her face so she had to kiss him. Nesta did, still overwhelmed by the pleasure still rocking through her. He was sweeter somehow—cooler than the air around them, softer than anything she’d ever touched.

“Do you think there are alligators here?” he asked when Nesta wriggled away, still held in his arms. She twisted to look behind her.

“I’ve never thought about it.”

Cassian only shrugged, some apprehension creeping into his expression. “Maybe we should get out.”

It only occurred to her once they were on the shore that Cassian might have wanted her to leave for different reasons. 

CASSIAN:

All Cassian wanted to think about was Nesta’s pussy clenched around his fingers. The water had washed it all away and yet he could still feel the phantom grip of her tight around him and knew that if he could get himself inside her, she’d wreck him. Cassian wanted her to—was so desperate that he began constructing arguments in his mind as to why they should that very night. 

Fuck her casual fling or whatever she’d said. Cassian wasn’t interested in anything that didn’t end with the two of them together. Seriously together. So he’d lie and pretend he didn’t mind because she’d never give him the time of day if she didn’t.

And what did Nesta know, anyway? She’d been alone for the last half decade, wholly on her own and taking care of herself. Let her see how it felt to be taken care of by someone else. She’d soften just enough for Cassian to make his move…and, he supposed, tell her the truth. After he had her and there was nowhere for her to go but back to his bed.

Sure, she’d rage and scream at him for a while…but in Cassian’s fantasies, she was so in love with him that she forgave him after maybe one well-deserved slap to the face. Perhaps two. No more, though. He’d figure Rhys out, too, which he figured would be a little easier. Maybe even welcome. After all, the youngest Archeron might be more willing and compliant if she knew her sister was part of Rhys’s family.

“Agnes.”

A man’s voice cut through Cassian’s musings. Looking up at the figure approaching, Cassian immediately decided he didn’t like him. Maybe it was the general smug look on his otherwise forgettable face.

Or maybe it was the way Nesta’s spine immediately straightened and her once soft face began icy and cold.

“Tomas,” she said without any affection or warmth. 

That should have been enough to see the man walk away with his tail tucked between his legs. Cassian might have, had she looked at him with such open revulsion. He crossed his arms over his chest instead, spreading his legs ever so slightly in an attempt to intimidate the other man. Cassian knew he was big and he knew people were wary of him.

Most of the time, they had nothing to worry about. But this man?

Maybe he ought to be a little worried. 

“Haven’t seen you around much,” Tomas said, tilting his head so Cassian could see a chunk of his ear was missing. “Busy?” Nesta only shrugged, her fingers balled to fists.

“You should hit me up some time. Finish what we started,” Tomas said, not bothering to look at Cassian at all.

“I don’t think so,” Nesta replied, never one to mince words. 

Tomas opened his mouth to respond but Cassian had enough. “Take care,” he said, shoving past without a second look. Nesta came with him, keeping close as though she expected him to grab her and start running. 

“Who was that?” he asked, his voice nearly drowned by the screaming crickets in the distance. 

“No one,” she said through gritted teeth. 

“Liar. An old boyfriend?” Cassian asked, trying to imagine that man doing anything for Nesta beyond getting on her nerves. 

“Not even that,” she mumbled, her eyes strangely glassy. “We went out one time. Never again.”

Cassian felt his blood grow icy. “What did he do?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she snapped, too prideful to tell him the truth. Cassian could scarcely think, his mind running through a million new images. He could Nesta, helpless and scared while a man—

“Did he touch you?” Cassian asked, not caring how he sounded. Nesta looked up at him, eyes wide. 

“He tried,” she finally admitted, turning her gaze back to the sidewalk in front of them. “I took some of his ear for the trouble.”

“Good girl,” he praised.

If only it did anything to ease his own fury. Cassian couldn’t get the images from his mind, utterly wrecking his otherwise perfect evening in the potentially alligator-infested waters. Nesta wanted the world to think she was the kind of person who wasn’t afraid of anything. That she could weather any storm.

And Cassian didn’t believe for a minute that she hadn’t been scared. 

Instead of following her to bed, Cassian once again took his place on the sofa and he waited. Just like with Brent, Cassian decided to take things into his own hands while hoping Nesta wouldn’t notice. Or, if she did notice, she’d at least look the other way. Cops went rogue all the time…why couldn’t he? 

Except, Cassian wasn’t a rogue cop. This was just who he was, who he’d always be. Some people were talented singers or good at crochet, but Cassian’s great skill was with a weapon. Slipping from the house, Cassian became one with the shadows as he channeled his inner Azriel. This place was supposed to be safe for Nesta and since he’d arrived, all he’d uncovered was endless harm that had happened.

What was the point of witness protection if anyone could just touch Nesta any which way? Why not send her back home and let Rhys—Cassian shook his head, the image of Rhys holding a gun at Nesta’s beautiful face slipping into his mind’s eye unbidden. He’d talk to his brother later—but Nesta was off limits to everyone. Even Rhys.

Especially to Tomas.

It was easy enough to find him, though. Tucked away in an old, plantation style house that set Cassian’s teeth on edge, Cassian discovered that Tomas must have come from some amount of money. His father did something—Nesta had mentioned it. He didn’t remember, too fixated on her mouth even in memory. Christ, but she’d been coming on his hand only a few hours before and if life was fair, he’d be in her bed while she came on his face, too. 

But life wasn’t fair. 

Cassian broke in through the back with ease given Tomas hadn’t thought to lock his doors. It was a blessing here in this rural little town—people felt safe. They trusted their neighbors even when their neighbors were rapists, because people in these parts thought you could tell who was a monster by sight alone.

Cassian knew better. 

Cassian slipped up the steps, ignoring the ugly art on the walls and the pictures of a life that didn’t seem worth very much. He might have been interested in other circumstances but that night, all Cassian wanted was to get back to Nesta. 

Tomas slept soundly in the master bedroom, unaware Cassian prowled the space looking for anything interesting. He found, helpfully, a phone with a text message from a woman threatening to kill him. 

Perfect. 

Maybe, he thought with amusement, they’d ask him to help investigate. Oh, how he hoped they would. 

Cassian sat on the edge of the bed, letting his weight wake Tomas gently from sleep. The man looked up, bleary eyed and still unaware that Cassian had pressed the barrel of his gun into his mouth.

“Shhh,” Cassian murmured as he brushed a piece of Tomas’s hair from his frightened eyes. “My finger might slip if you move too quickly.”

Tomas tried anyway, but Cassian was bigger, stronger, and faster. With one hand, he slammed Tomas back to the bed and held him there by the throat.

“I’ll kill—”

“You’ll what?” Cassian interrupted, cocking his weapon. “Will you try and rape me, too?”

“That bitch is a liar—”

“Try again,” Cassian snarled, pressing his gun so roughly to Tomas’s temple he was certain he’d left a bruise. At least the scene would look angry, he reasoned. Like two lovers fighting over something Cassian was certain was stupid given how dumb Tomas was. Still, he was ready to be done. 

“Whatever she told you wasn’t true,” Tomas said, apparently deciding he’d risk his own life rather than admit to anything honest. 

Cassian made a buzzing noise with his throat. “I’m sorry, that’s the wrong answer.”

“Wait—”

If Cassian had the capacity for mercy, he might have listened. He didn’t, though. Cassian pulled the trigger with a sigh, as if the entire thing was some horrible imposition. In a way, it was. He didn’t want to be there, didn’t want to be thinking about what Tomas had done to Nesta and how no amount of killing could take any of it back. She was still hurt, would have to live with his actions for the rest of her life.

Staring down at the lifeless body before him, Cassian wished he could kill him all over again. He could have shot him a couple more times, but Cassian didn’t want to risk someone hearing him and catching him in the act. He slipped back into the night unnoticed and was on the couch before Nesta ever woke.

And Nesta loved to be up early. Feigning sleep, Cassian waited for her to speak first. “Want to do yoga with me this morning?” she whispered, coming to sit on the arm of the couch where his head was. Nesta wore a pair of tight black leggings and an even tighter top that made Cassian’s insides achey. No, he didn’t want to do yoga with her unless it was a euphemism for sex.

And then he desperately did.

“Sure,” he heard himself saying like the liar he was. It didn’t stop Cassian from pulling off his shirt just so he could watch her eyes drift down his body. 

C’mon, Nesta, he pleaded silently, Take your shirt off too.

She didn’t, though Cassian swore she wanted to. Maybe he was just delusional, reading too much into her minute expressions. He did catch her eyes slide down his naked torso briefly, and that carried Cassian through the miserable humidity as Nesta walked him through yoga. He was drenched in sweat by the time they made their way back into the air conditioning, panting from exertion and the heat. 

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Nesta he was going to shower. Had Cassian not turned his head at the exact right moment, he’d have missed that look on her beautiful face. Luck was with him, smiling when he opened his mouth to speak the words. 

“Cassian,” she whispered. It was the only word she needed to speak—he knew what she was thinking. Cassian merely reacted, reaching for her body and hauling her upward before she could change her mind. Instead, he kissed her with all the pent up desperation he’d felt the night before, pouring his want and need into her so she felt it.

Among other things he was sure she was feeling. Cassian was nearly dizzy from the rush of blood to his cock, legs trembling despite how easy it was to hold Nesta against that floral papered wall. 

Nesta’s mouth tasted like sunshine and mint and with little effort, Cassian managed to free her thick hair from the loose braid she wore. “You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, certain if he told her how he really felt, she’d freak out. Better to ease her into it.

Nesta merely fisted his hair between long, slender fingers and yanked his head back, exposing his neck. Cassian could scarcely think as she bent forward and licked the column of his throat up from his collarbone until she reached his ear. When her teeth tugged against sensitive flesh, Cassian nearly came in his pants.

Fuck.

He was no better than a school boy. 

Nesta was something from his darkest fantasies come to life. Ignoring how utterly insane her body was—and Cassian was struggling to ignore that fact—the way she kissed was something from a daydream. What would happen when he got that mouth around his cock? Cassian was desperate to find out.

Desperate enough to pull her off that wall, sloppy kissing her down the short hall until he could drop her on her bed. Cassian hadn’t seen the room and despite all the bright light flooding through open windows, Cassian knew he wasn’t going to see it right then, either.

“Take this off,” he demanded, straddling her hips as she laid flat on her back. 

“Why should I do anything you tell me to?” she replied, traitorous fingers teasing the hair beneath his navel.

“Because I’ll tie you up and gag you if you don’t,” Cassian replied, too aroused by the thought. 

A soft breath escaped Nesta, those icy blue eyes darker than he’d ever seen them. Something told Cassian she’d like a little roughness, at least when they were in bed. Caught up in his fantasies, Cassian almost missed Nesta arch her back off the bed, pressing her hips against his own as she peeled off that tight top. 

All thoughts flew out of his head when she took that bra off, too. “Christ,” he thought he whispered, though maybe he just thought it. He had both in his hands before his mouth crashed against her own, teasing pretty, pink nipples against his calloused thumbs.

He wasn’t giving her back. When this was all over, Cassian would drag her kicking and screaming back home if he had to, but he wasn’t letting her go. 

Not now, not ever. 

Cassian was greedy, rubbing his cock against both the fabric covering them. He wanted to be buried within her and in service of that goal, because nipping bruising kisses along the side of her neck. 

Mine, she’s mine. 

Nesta threaded her fingers through his hair, yanking the hair tie out so his own dark hair fell like a curtain around his face. Cassian felt brand-new somehow, remade in her eyes. “You are…” Everything. 

Cassian took a nipple in his mouth to keep himself from saying so, letting her imagine all the things he thought she was. Nesta raked her nails against his scalp, unaware of how good it felt to be touched like that. She wasn’t afraid of him, didn’t revere him. She wasn’t some weird groupie hoping to be a mob wife, nor was she some scared little thing that offered tentative touches and whispered words about if he had a weapon.

No one ever thought he was funny when he whipped out his cock. 

He needed to do this right, to make her as obsessed with him as he was with her. That was, when the inevitable truth was revealed, Nesta would be more forgiving. 

“These need to come off,” Cassian murmured, lips pressed to the flat skin of her stomach as he hooked a finger into the waistband of her leggings. “I need to taste you.”

Nesta merely lifted her hips in offering, leaving Cassian to grind himself against the mattress in order to keep himself together. If Cassian thought anything would be easier once Nesta was fully undressed, he was wrong. Everything about her was a dream, right down to the neat square of trimmed hair Nesta maintained between her legs.

Realizing that maybe he was just an animal, Cassian pushed apart her legs so he could look at her in the golden sunlight.

Words failed him. Not that he’d ever been a particularly loquacious man—that had always been Rhysand’s forte—but even then, nothing seemed adequate. She was perfect, too good for his blood-stained hands.

If Nesta was an angel, then he was the devil. He intended to drag her to hell with him, regardless of what she deserved. He’d already killed for this woman—twice. And as Cassian lowered himself between her legs, he knew he’d spend the rest of his life doing it. Cassian’s allegiance shifted right then—he was still a General, but he served Nesta Archeron first.

Everyone else, second.

The first taste of Nesta Archeron’s pussy was an awakening. Cassian groaned, unconcerned with seeming unaffected or like he had his life together. She was so wet and sweet and when his tongue found her clit, Nesta arched herself closer in encouragement. That was all Cassian needed to convince him to pull her against his face, breathing be damned.

All Cassian could think about was her face and what she’d look like when she came. He tried to look at her, but Nesta’s breasts got in the way of his view…not that Cassian was complaining a whole lot. There were worse things he could be staring at. Everytime Nesta took a breath, her breasts jiggled, sending a thrill of arousal straight to his balls. Did he rush his way through eating her out to feel her wrapped around his cock? Or did he take his time so he could continue staring at her tits?

Deciding he’d just use his finger as a replacement for his penis, Cassian slowed the circles he was making around her clit to gently push himself into her body. Whatever he’d been imagining was nothing like the reality of having her body clenched around him. Silken heat utterly stopped his whole body, turning Cassian into a mindless robot capable only of chasing pleasure and nothing more.

He needed to be inside her. Cassian didn’t want to wait and yet he didn’t pull himself away, either. Vowing he could do a better job, he returned to licking her with a vengeance while his finger began pumping in and out of her body.

Just wait until you see all the things I want to do to you, baby.

Next time he’d sit her on her face and have her suck him while he took his time. The thought was so arousing that Cassian desperately ground his cock into her bed, unable to stroke himself. He wasn’t going to last, he reminded himself. He knew the second he got himself inside her, he’d have minutes to get her off again before it was all too late.

Better to have her come on his tongue, just in case. 

And she did, fisting his hair to hold him close, taking what she needed without a care or concern. Was this love? Cassian was certain it was. Moreso when he raised his head and she pulled him toward her, not worried that his mouth was wet from her. Nesta kissed him like she wanted him, like she was drowning in all the same feelings he was.

And when he notched the head of his cock against her still convulsing cock, he nearly told her everything. How he felt, the truth about himself—everything. Her tongue was in his mouth, which was the only thing that kept Cassian from speaking. He would have rather died than stopped. 

Though, she stopped when Cassian thrust himself inside her, arching her neck to look at the shared space between their bodies. “Cassian,” she whispered, squeezed so tightly around him that somehow, Cassian couldn’t breathe.

“You can take me,” he replied, because what else was there to say? He was buried to the balls in her body and the only thing that could have convinced him to stop was her direct plea to remove himself.

Nesta looked up at him. “Who said I couldn’t?” she asked, fiery as ever.

Cassian couldn’t help his laugh. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, sliding himself out as much as he could stand—which wasn’t much, to be fair.

It was pleasure like he’d never experienced, like how he’d once dreamed it might be back when having sex with women was just a distant fantasy. No one could compare to the perfection that was Nesta Archeron, and no one ever would. 

“You fuck me so well,” he panted, wrapping his fingers loosely around her throat. What did she like, he wondered? What did it take to get her off? He wished he’d asked before hand, if only to ensure he wouldn’t fuck this up. “Tell me how you liked to be fucked.” Nesta’s gaze found his, sharp enough to kill him if she’d wanted. “You talk too much,” was her only reply.

Cassian couldn’t stop—couldn’t stop his desperate thrusting, couldn’t stop his babbling.

“You look so pretty wrapped around my cock. I’ll bet you’d be prettier on your knees,” he said, reaching between them to rub at her clit.

Nesta moaned loud enough that anyone passing by wouldn’t have to guess at what she was doing. Good. 

“You belong to me,” he panted, watching as she began to crest again. Her cheeks were flushed, her long hair a tangled halo around her beautiful face. And her tits bounced up and down just the way he’d hoped they would back when he’d been eating her out. He’d never forget this, would spend the rest of his life stroking his cock to the memory. 

“You’re mine, Nesta,” he whispered, tightening his hold on her throat just enough to heighten her pleasure without scaring her. “You’ll always be mine.”

Nesta came with a strangled scream, clamping the walls of her pussy around him so tight it felt like she was intentionally trying to pull the come from his balls. It worked—Cassian came, too, burying his face in her shoulder to breathe her in. “Fucking hell,” he whispered, not thinking about what he’d just done.

All he could think about was how good it felt—and how badly he wanted to do it again.

Cassian needed to get her out of this place before they got caught.

He needed a plan.

#nessian #better late than ever right??

[10underoot2]

Faithful Lovers

This scene has become one of my favourite things to exist.

I love this scene for the rawness and openess of conversation. It's both of them telling each other with so much conviction why they need the other to see their perspective. It's vulnerable, it's beautifully done, it's art.

The pain in the hug is so palpable but so is the comfort. It's so hard to see her trying to add distance between them - before Hyunwoo pulls her into his embrace - cause she can.not.be.swayed.by.him. Does Hyunwoo apologise for putting her in a situation like this? For not realising just how much she has to lose? Or for being selfish begging her to say yes to this surgery?

Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me want to live. I won't be able to recognize you. I'll become a stranger.

First things first, thank you Kim Jiwon for that delivery. It killed me emotionally, made me cry and want to hug you even more. Protect this beautiful smoll bean at all costs.

Notice how one of the major things that keeps breaking her resolve is him. His love. His understanding. His physical being. Yet the only thing stopping her from living is also him . His memories. His love. Him.

When he tries to convince her that she will fall in love with him again her little head shake says 'But it won't be the same.' I love how it isn't written off as Oh I know I'll be able to love you. She has doubts. So many of them. I think just the idea that she could wake up and lose her ability to love him is unbearable to her. What if she can't love with the same intensity? Not feel what she feels right this moment? What if she looks into his eyes after the surgery and feels like she would rather forget him than die? Haein knows how much Hyunwoo's put into ensuring she lives yet she rather experience that love than throw it all away on a chance.

But Hyunwoo is defiant. He's not taking no for an answer. He can't anymore. He hates that she won't listen to him. That she's having doubts. Isn't it common sense? He'll be there. They'll figure it all out. She'll be alive. It's such an interesting and logical perspective to have 'as long as there is life anything can happen.' because once she's dead that's it.. it's the end. But if she's alive, the possibility and capacity of love still exists.

Even if you don't fall for me, ignore me or dislike me I'll still be there for you through it all. Why doesn't this kid understand that's exactly why she can't agree to it. She can't bear the possibility of that happening.

I think Hyunwoo shines when he says 'I made a promise. That I'd be by your side even if there's a debt or something more. So don't worry and just stay here please.'

Notice how this is directly in contrast with what she says right at the beginning 'We make promises in good times thinking they'll never end.' But Hyunwoo remembers and he's willing to be there through it all.

Don't pray about dying. I'm terrified it'll come true.

She's praying to die. Let that sink in. For a man who believes enough to pray for her to be saved, when her death is so imminent - almost a fact, this is indeed terrifying. I feel his fear and pain. Good grief, she's praying to die when there's such a big possibility of exactly that. She accepted her fate and he's willing to fight tooth and nail to change it. It's a tesimtiment to how many times he's spent thinking of a life without her. He's convincing her to rid of their memories. I know he's aware of exactly what it means. The chances they're taking but the idea of not seeing her again is so unbearable for him.

I love Haein's strong mindedness. She didn't budge. Her last look for me read 'I get it. I get it all but just no. I can't lose you. Please don't cry and make this harder. Don't make me want to live.' and with that she hardens her heart as she steps away and takes her hand from him.

While this man, ouff this man. Can we take a moment to appreciate the sheer desperation on his face. After she signals no again he's so helpless. 'Please, please see me and live, if only for me. I cannot fathom this earth without you.' Seriously, we all need to take a minute to appreciate his desperation throughout this scene. The woman that he loves, his ideal women won't agree to stay alive because she loves him too deeply. Just writing this hurts me.

It's interesting this scene works because by now we know where they both stand in this episode. For me, the reason this scene shines is the vulnerability - the two of them having this extremely open and confrontational confession. When scenes like this are executed and written well it creates everlasting frames like this.

Also they both suck at praying. If you're praying just pray to keep her alive and keep her memories intact. Why are they picking and choosing? It's not like God has a limit to what he can do. Truly nonsense prayers from both of them. 🙃

Gif credits: @jcpostsobsessions and @seawherethesunsets

#the hands #ouff the hands! #so much conviction and desperation there #queen of tears #baek hyun woo #hong hae in #kdrama #kim ji won #kim soo hyun #hong haein #such a well done scene #one of my favs #up there with P&P rain scene #can't believe I'm finally done analysing this scene! #two extremely emotionally taxing scenes left to analyse!

[celticcrossanon]

Celta, I have to vent. I was scrolling through Parkle gossip online and saw this and naturally I felt a pang of sympathy for someone who has to allegedly ask his wife if he’s not good enough for her anymore.

Then I scrolled a bit more and got angry. Mutsu Potsane was an orphaned kid in Lesotho that Harry befriended through his charity Sentebale. To show how much Harry appreciates Mutsu after 14 years, Harry invited Mutsu to fly out to the UK for his wedding… only for Mutsu to be given a ticket to stand outside Windsor Castle and wave at Harry when there reportedly where plenty of seats for people from Harry’s charities that could have been seated inside St. George’s Chapel during Harry’s wedding ceremony. It was reported in the news back in 2018 but only resurfaced again online today. 

Sentebale literally means “forget me not” (or in proper English “don’t forget me”). It’s infuriating how much of a nasty, awful hypocrite Harry truly is. This isn’t the first time I’ve read reports of Harry neglect vulnerable kids at his charity Sentebale but it makes me angry when I read about in the papers. I’ve never known any other member of the Royal Family to mistreat people like this from their charities.

This reminds me that Karma does pay attention to the fact that Harry has treated people very badly throughout his life. It’s ironic that only now, Harry is being mistreated by someone he chose to marry. Unfortunately, learning the Golden Rule of treating people how you want to be treated is a karmic lesson I think Harry is too dense and immature to understand and appreciate.

Sorry for the depressing comments. I wish I could find a funny or sweet royal story to send you as it is Christmas in a day or two (depending on the time zones) and maybe I still will be able to. ;) That being said, I wish you and everyone else here a very merry Happy Christmas! :)

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Hi TeaWithBooks,

It is hard with Harry as he has done awful things which make people (including me) very angry at him, one of which (for me) is his neglect of the promises he made to various orphans at Sentable, and then there is the natural empathy and horror and feeling concerned for someone who is manipulated and abused by his wife. I think it is very human to feel both emotions and to feel conflicted about them,

Sometimes I try to hold space for both emotions, i.e. say to myself yes, Harry is a horrible person, but that does not mean that his wife can abuse him, and at other times (most of the times) I am just a confused mess. I dislike, very much, how Harry ahs acted and how he has abused his grandparents and his family, his broken promises toward the Sentable orphan whose name I can’t remember, his alleged abuse of women, and the wedding invitation mentioned above is just another one to add to that list.  

But - and it is a but I keep coming back to -

none of this excuses Meghan’s behaviour. Spousal abuse is wrong. AFAIK Harry is not mistreating her in any way, so there is no reason for her abuse and manipulation of him. She is not the one who has suffered from his actions above - if anything, she has encouraged most of them. 

I suppose I am kind of glad that they are married to each other and not making other people miserable, but that does not excuse either one of them.

There are no innocent victims here. We have a male who has abused others married to a woman who manipulates and abuses him. Neither is an innocent party and the wrongdoings of one do not excuse the wrongdoings of the other.

This is far too complicated for me so I am going to leave it to the higher power to sort out. :)

#submission

[mikkokomori]

you are very adamant on not showing proof. i get wanting t' like, stay kind of private, but if you're going to try to cancel someone at least actually do it with any level of credibility. the only people you'll get are people who dont care enough to look at you critically. it just looks like a smear campaign.

Assuming this is who I think it is, I suggest getting off of anon and facing me. You seriously have the nerve to come to my blog and accuse me of lying while safely hiding behind anon?

Seeing as how you are being immature about it, we can do just that. Starting off with how he claims to have been uncomfortable making NSFW jokes yet turns around to do the exact same thing as well as sexualize me without checking to see if I was alright with it at first/using it against my partner to make it look like he was crossing boundaries despite having been asked multiple times if he should stop:

(He had also drawn my sona (a character meant to be seen as gender-neutral) by giving them big breasts, which caused me to feel discomfort at the time since he hadn't asked if he could do so prior to sending me the image, though I will not be putting that in since I don't want to post that sort of thing on here!)

Implied accusations of my partner being a SAer (Navi at one point had him tell it WITHOUT checking to see if it was alright with being told-- that he had a dream about watching my partner do so towards me, though it was on instagram and are now lost):

Forcing me to tell him who I'm talking to despite having told him I didn't want to/begging my partner to tell him the things we talked about in dms:

For some reason getting offended that I was in a "secret relationship" with my partner pre-dating:

Making a marriage joke in a gc he made excusively to keep my partner out yet getting upset when no one knows what he's talking about (Which he apparently admitted to Navi itself the one who he had seemingly "remarried" was myself) (I had no knowledge of this at the time!):

Claiming he's cutting me off despite me already having done so (My messages were sent a day before he decided to do so):

Claimed I had been aggressive towards him despite our last messages towards each other dictates otherwise (As for context in mine, I had his friend Alix-- known as Tazawa send him my message, which is why I speak informally in the first 2 messages!) (for his claims of me being aggressive, I had only been putting my foot down to call him out on his behavior):

The context of the two messages above:

There is far more screenshots of his behaviors as well as his dms with others and his friend Alix doing just as much crap as he has (i.e. joining the server and immediately going to my dms to tell me to comfort T despite having been told 2 or 4 hours prior I was emotionally unwell to be talking to anyone, saying she dislikes my partner yet acting like his friend towards him, calling me and my partner hypocrites while trying to get private information out of Navi about who we had gone to get advice from then, once again, acting friendly towards us, being passive aggressive towards others for no apparent reason, going into other peoples dms to "not tell him she's doing this but", claiming she's an outside witness yet having had Skylar to force reconciliation with me and T, etc.)

As for the anon asking why I seem so surprised about him seemingly liking proship stuff, I hope you know I don't stalk him to know what he's doing! Did you forget I already had him blocked? Or the fact that I will immediately start panicking if I see any form of reminder of him around? Excuse my language, but you spout a lot of bullshit for someone who doesn't seem to take into account various people have said he's hurt them as well.

But I'm sure either you, or them for that matter will claim that these are false screenshots or "taken out of context" despite saying you wanted the evidence. Frankly, any bullshit he spouts about me can easily be rebutted because of the fact both he, Alix, Skylar, and I all were in a gc where we had made up for the things he was upset over the first time-- as well as the fact most of the stuff he's told me in the confrontation screenshots where he claims I was being aggressive have also been disproven when I showed them to others and they said the most I was being was stern with him (Keep in mind, this was during a moment I was unmasked! I don't fuck around when something serious is going on, and it says a lot when people infantilize/put me on a pedestal and get surprised when I don't act bubbly towards them.), so no, there wasn't any instance in which I was "aggressive" towards him.

Was I mad during those messages? Yes. But I did my best to be as polite as possible. Did I have moments where I acted cold towards him? Yes. But that was just how I was when I stopped putting on pretenses that I was fine being treated like some sort of toy for entertainment. I am frankly not a bubbly or optimistic person and I hate being treated as if my actual self is some sort of apathetic, heartless monster by people who will immediately call me a liar the moment I become distressed and emotional.

He talks a lot about having been worried about me, about if my partner would blackmail me and supposedly "got worried" when a joke about who has The Biggest Thighs TM because he assumed it would be used for blackmail despite the fact that during the time, he had begun begging for the pictures to be sent again and only backtracked when he realized my partner was in on it. Claims he was fine with my partner despite a few days ago venting to me and to Navi about how he was a red flag and he hated him, how he ruined everything and took everything he had. Says he was aware of his own problems, yet refused to actually work on them, and look where that's lead him to now. Proceeded to villainize me towards others all because I wanted boundaries, which he quite literally broke in his last message AGAIN by going out of his way to have Alix as his spokesperson send me his final response despite me already having blocked him on everything.

Even had the nerve to say he was "in love" with me despite only knowing me for at the most, 3-4 months, and already having had someone else he was into. Taking a server joke seriously and actually ASSUMING he would marry me in the future. Had his friend Alix encourage this by lying to him that I would eventually return his feelings and then pressuring (guilting) me to confess to him despite me not viewing him in that way. Told people random ass rumors to paint my partner in a bad light, would complain about shit just cause he felt like it, spammed chats knowing everyone was busy already, got upset when people didn't comfort him despite not taking it when it's actually PROVIDED to him, trauma-dumped out of nowhere without even asking others if it was fine (which he claims I had said I was fine with it to whenever, which is not the same as actually asking if he could do so at the moment), acting possessive, borderline stalking behaviors, stealing stuff that Navi and I had put shit into and claiming it as his own, and lots more.

Yet you still want to claim that I'm the one lying? I've tried to be polite about it on other peoples posts, I've tried to keep everything vague because I know for a fact if I said anything, it'll cause problems, I've tried being patient with people who question me, other victims, or my friends over it, but frankly, no one ever seems to understand if I say it nicely. Would you have understood better if I had made an aggressive call-out post wailing about how he's a terrible person and everyone involved with him or who likes him is as well? I think you should learn to give others the benefit of the doubt, because the internet isn't just black and white as you make it out to seem.

Nevertheless, even if this isn't enough, you have a variety of others who have interacted with him have screenshots of his and his friends' behaviors towards them, just in case you feel like seeing those.

And by the way. Don't think you can treat me however way you want just because I act friendly towards everyone, including yourself. I am NOT your friend, I am NOT someone you expect to shit out content you want, and I am NOT someone you should expect to entertain you when you're bored. You can hide behind your anonymity, but it'll just go to show how low you can get to knock others down a peg.

Have a nice day, Anon.

#anon asks #miko talks #sunny talks

[quietwingsinthesky]

I completely agree with your post about 11 and how well Matt Smith embodies the exact necessary tone/expression for each beat of the script! I can't imagine someone else being able to bring to life that incarnation of the Doctor. Obviously 11's era and writing has its misgivings and flaws, but I still find a lot of joy rewatching those episodes, because you see this scared, lonely doctor who's still so enthusiastic and hopeful, even when the grief and rage gets to him. It's like seeing those emotions reflected in you, and a reminder that you'll feel that hope and appreciation for life/nature again, too. I think that emotional catharsis and sincerity is the heart of doctor who and what attracts us all to the show, to be given reminders that compassion and hope are a strength, not a weakness. Seeing his expression change during that part of The Doctor's Wife always, always moves me because of the kind of honor and awe that dawns on 11's face at his tardis using the exact words he uses to describe how he stole her. It's such beautiful, tender reciprocity between two beings that couldn't communicate their feelings in this way until right then 💜

yeah, couldn’t have worded it better myself if i tried.

i think i’ve said before that eleven is my least favorite doctor, but i need to make it clear that that doesn’t even come close to me disliking him, or even feeling neutral about him. he’s still incredible, like if we put these guys on a line from bad to amazing, all of them are so close to the amazing side that you’d have to zoom in to see the order. he’s just got the unfortunate fate of being in the weakest seasons of the show that i’ve seen so far, but if i was judging this solely off of the performance of the doctor himself? he’d be tied right there with david tennant, if not above him.

no matter the quality of the writing, matt smith is bringing his A game to the table. tennant’s performance before him has moments where his doctor is serious and cold, but he’s so generally affable that those moments sort of slide off to the sides. not that you forget about it, but that it feels like a lesser part of him. and matt smith’s performance follows that with a doctor who is silly and energetic and sweet, but I think he pulls off keeping the harder parts of the doctor to swallow in mind, the scary sides of his grief and anger. some of my favorite scenes for eleven are when he’s given the space to show the full range of the doctor. the two that really come to mind are obviously that moment in the doctor’s wife, and my other stand-out favorite, his scenes with river in angels in manhattan, where we watch him lash out at her when he’s scared and angry at the fact that it was her name on the book that’s fated his friends to be pulled from him, and then a scene later, he heals her wrist by sacrificing what little regeneration energy he has left, because he does love her, he does know he was wrong to let her be hurt, but he also doesn’t ask if he can do this to fix things beforehand and upsets her again.

it’s just such a delicate balance to pull off there to make that scene work, and he does it perfectly, brings across both how much potential he has as the doctor to hurt and to heal the people he loves. i think, in the hands of any other actor, i would find eleven really hard to watch, really unlikeable. but just like he manages to never let you forget those unbearably painful parts of the doctor’s personality, you also never doubt that, even when he lashes out at the people around him, he loves them so much. he’s just. you know. Going Through It.

(also, personal touch, i so love how physically affectionate he portrays the doctor to be. it’s a small touch that means the world to me. really pulls the whole thing together when you know this man is just jumping for an opportunity to hug and hold onto and kiss the people around him. rory getting a forehead kiss when the doctor sees him for the first time in months, my beloved, rotating that moment in my head forever.)

there’s just so much going on with him. he was a fantastic doctor. (hell, all the people that have gotten to play the doctor so far have been, in my eyes, which is astounding to me. just straight bangers the whole way through, i’m incredibly impressed by how much love and work you can see go into these performances.) i think if i rewatch his seasons again, knowing exactly what to expect this time around, i’ll enjoy them much more than i did the first time.

sorry for rambling on so long, but i just need it known how much i really do love eleven. i needed a bit to warm up to smith, i’ll admit, but he earned every last bit of praise i can give him.

#ask #doctor who #the doctor #eleventh doctor

[zaevauhm]

Rain Drabble

you’re an f1 driver, partnered up with lewis, a crash happens that brings you close to your biggest rival

word count 1.5k

mentions of accidents + sex

sidenote: this was a dream I had a year ago, and my friend asked me to write it all out ahhahshs,

i am not a max fan (dont necessarily dislike him either) but yeah, enjoy my loves

Rain. Lots of it was pouring down, straight into the Red Bull Ring. Completely zoned out, you watched it pour down the windows, as the last fans with worried expressions on their faces were making their way out of the circuit. You were sitting in a conference room, Lewis to your left and Max to your right. Christian and Toto fighting each other right in front of you. What were they even yelling so hard for? And why couldn’t you stay with the medics for a little longer, again? It felt like your head was slowly being ripped from your body. The pain was starting to kick in badly, as the adrenaline wore off. Still, it felt like you would pass out any minute by now. It was so hard to keep your eyes open.

There had been an accident, either Max or Lewis, your teammate, had squeezed you into the wall at a certain point, without a thing you could have done about it. Numb and frozen in those milliseconds, you allowed the car to fly into the wall at 250 km/h, you in it.

Toto was furious, banging the table in front of you, having Lewis trying to calm him down. ‘’This is completely unacceptable! It is obvious that your boy is the one who caused it, Christian, just look at the fucking footage!’’ He ranted and ranted. You noticed an apologetic Max opening his mouth, before immediately being shut down by his team principal, with nothing more than a face that screamed thunder. ‘’That nearly fucking killed my driver, Christian. Measures need to be taken. It can’t go on like this. I can’t send her out again, risking her life in every lap just because your boy doesn’t know how to keep his distance.’’

It felt as if the meeting took hours, your pains only increasing. Lewis gestured for you to lean against him, but it was the last thing that you wanted. Your on-off relationship with your teammate was something you’d rather forget about, completely. He wanted to keep you a secret, so be it. As you stared back out of the windows, you noticed that Max caught your eyes. You stared him dead in the eyes, for a moment before he whispered to you softly. ‘’I’m really sorry.’’

‘’I know.’’ You gestured, beneath your breath.

Lewis noticed, as he was watching your every movement. He leaned back in his chair, obviously displeased by the fact that there was any communication between you and your rival. You couldn’t care less about his feelings at this point.

Finally, several hours later, you were released of everything. You had showered, changed, and took some more pain killers. It was nighttime by now, the circuit dimmed. Most drivers were inside of their motorhomes, resting or still having brief conversations.

You walked by yourself, keeping your eyes on the ground, holding a water bottle under your right arm, squeezing it against your ribs, as well as your medical files. You were feeling completely drained, tired, wanting nothing more than to lay your head down and sleep for days. The soreness in your back and neck was almost unbearable. You took your phone out, 11:39 PM. 8 Missed calls, Lewis. You locked your phone again and put it back in the back pocket of your jeans.

You got interrupted from your thoughts as someone bumped into you, quite roughly. ‘’Watch where you’re going you piece of…’’ You couldn’t finish your sentence as you noticed who was in front of you. Broad shoulders, a bit taller than you, piercing blue eyes staring you down. Max.

‘’You pushing me into the wall just doesn’t do it for you, huh? You had to make sure to knock me over here as well.’’ Your tone dead serious, although you didn’t mean to come across as angry, not necessarily. It was too late anyway, and frankly, he deserved it.

‘’I thought you weren’t mad at me anymore.’’

You raised one eyebrow at the Red Bull driver, utterly confused. ‘’Just watch where you’re going next time, you might actually keep us alive.’’ You spilled, before walking off towards your motorhome.

‘’Y/N.’’ A voice echoed right behind you, as you walked up the stairs, about to enter through the front door. It was almost completely dark at this part of the circuit. Without a single soul in sight, the familiar voice startled you. ‘’What do you want from me?’’ You looked over your shoulder, down at him.

You had never actually spoken to him, nor did he ever linger in your mind. You didn’t know him at all, why was he suddenly following you around? He had already apologized, after all.

‘’May I?’’ He asked, waiting for your permission to follow you up the stairs. You nodded, still zoned out, as he slowly walked towards you, before standing awfully close in front of you. Was he trying to intimidate you? If so, it was slightly working.

‘’I wanted to apologize.’’

‘’You already have, Max. It’s fine.’’ You tried to shake him, but he wouldn’t have it.

‘’Properly.’’

Your eyes widened, as you knew exactly what he meant. Was he being serious?

He took all of your stuff out of your hands and placed it on the table next to your door.

Slowly, he made his way back towards you. Step by step, you stepped back until your back was leaning against the glass window of your motorhome. His breath was awfully close to your neck now, sending shivers down your back. What was it about him?

You gasped when you felt his lips touch your bare neck, as if you hadn’t been touched for years. He took his head back, examining you, smiling at you devilishly. He was everything Lewis wasn’t. The polar opposite, in fact. Maybe that was it? Maybe you longed for something different, after years of being with Lewis in secret. Well, he was willing to give it to you.

He allowed himself to come close to you again. ‘’Does that feel good?’’ He whispers onto your lips, making you smile a little. ‘’Yes.’’ You just noticed how big he was in comparison to yourself, his body was blocking any view you had before by now.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer onto him, gently squeezing you in the process. He slowly made his way to your chest, leaving a trail of kisses as he went down, before releasing you from your jeans, your phone falling down with it. He looked up at you, asking for permission again before pressing soft kisses onto your thighs. His eyes sparkled something in you, that left you wanting him to do with you as he pleased.

He continued kissing your thighs, before gently pulling your string to the side, leaving you filled with anticipation. You were surprised to learn that he actually knew what he was doing. You felt his tongue drawing circles around your entrance, soft moans leaving your mouth as your hands were clinging to the glass behind you. Did you just hear something move inside of your home? He lifted his head up a little, licking you from entrance to top, making your legs weak. Suddenly, he got up, roughly turning you around and pushing your face onto the glass, pulling your arms behind you. You gasped. ‘’So this is what it’s like to be Hamilton.’’ His voice was filled with anger. You gasped within yourself. The fact that he knew, somehow, was something that couldn’t bother you at that moment. You wanted more. He entered you with two of his fingers, deeply, making you curve your ass up towards him. You moaned, leaning your head back against his shoulder. ‘’This is what he gets to taste, huh?’’ He whispered into your neck, making you even weaker. He stopped his movements, forcing you to answer him. ‘’Tell me.’’

‘’Yes.’’ You moaned, shyly. For sure your cheeks were bright red by now. The mixture of pleasure with the amount of pain killers and medication the medics had pumped you full of, left you in a strange, unknown state of mind. You loved being touched by him, somebody other than Lewis. He shook you from your thoughts as he sped up, getting you close to the point of orgasming right there. Your phone was staring right at you, lingering on the floor, as Lewis’ caller ID was shown on the screen. It just made you feel shyer than ever, the fact that two men wanted you more than anything, at the same time. And which men… They hated eachothers’ guts. ‘’Are you going to listen to me?’’ His voice filled the atmosphere around you. You nodded, slowly. ‘’I want to see you cum.’’ He whispered as you saw him looking down in the reflection, to your phone. You did, Max holding you firmly, feeling how weak he had gotten you. It felt as if you got your senses back, right there in that moment, leaving you confused and wanting to run. ‘’I’m sorry, I have to go inside.’’ You stumbled, as he grabbed you by your arms, making you face him. ‘’It’s okay, you don’t owe me anything. I just wanted to make you feel good. Also, no one is hearing about this.’’

‘’Okay.’’ You trusted him.

You opened your door; Max still right behind you, as your breath got stuck into your throat, almost bumping back onto him as you saw who was staring you down from behind the glass. Lewis.

#fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 #formula1 #lewishamilton #lh #lh44 #max verstappen #rivalry #sexualsuff #driver x reader #formula 1 imagine #thankyouforreadingloveyou #let me know what yall think #feedback is welcome #💗

[midnightemy35]

~Letting Loose~

Genre: Light Angst (?) Characters: Kayden Break, Kartein (Curtin) Fandom: Eleceed Warnings: Alcohol mention, swearing

For once in his life, Kartein isn’t composed and refined as he often paints himself to be, laughing and yelling at the top of his lungs without a single care in the world. For once in his life, Kartein isn’t prim and proper, his dress shirt that is usually void of a single crease now looking like it had been crumpled into a ball just before he put it on. 

          “You’re fucking kidding me! T-that bastard actually thought *hic* that he could go up against you and walk away unscathed?! *hic* What a fucking dumbass!” Kartein continues laughing, the wine in his glass nearly spilling over the edge and onto his brand new couch. Sitting right next to him was none other than the notorious Kayden Break himself. The fighting maniac of the awakened world, challenging anyone he deemed strong enough to fight him even if they are obviously stronger than him. But why was Kartein doing with the very same man that he calls a “brainless fighting machine that has no self-preservation”? Why is Kartein allowing this man to keep him company when he doesn’t like getting involved with reckless idiots in the first place? 

          “You should really get drunk more often, you’re less of a bitch this way.” “Oh shut up. You’re *hic* you’re the one staring at me like I just birthed your first child.” “Is that really the only way you can describe it? What’s wrong with me looking at you like that, huh? Can’t I appreciate the work of art in front of me in peace?” Maybe we will never know why these two world rankers that are known to dislike each other decided to come together for a drink, at Kartein’s place no less. Kartein himself has a rather mysterious personality, I suppose we will never truly find out what is going on inside his head. As for Kayden… maybe he just wanted a free drink, maybe he was willing to tolerate the one he often labelled as a “obnoxious prick” for a couple free drinks, after all, he can’t deny the fact that the blonde had a great taste in alcohol beverages.

         Slowly, the laughter from the blonde dies down and he starts berating the other for his reckless tendencies. “I… I hate how you *hic* how you always get into fights y’know. I hate how worried I am that one day *hic* you will pick a fight with the wrong person and… and end up dead and that I won’t be able to bring you back…” Soon, tears flow down the gorgeous man’s face and Kayden wordlessly wraps his hands around Kartein’s waist, bringing him closer, consoling him silently. The two sit quietly on the couch with only the sobs of the blonde filling the air. The night ends when these two powerful men fall asleep in each other’s arms, on the luxurious couch that they spent most of their night on, talking about everything under the sun, from awakened world politics to Kayden’s recent fights. Dawn breaks and by noon, the two will wake up to bottles of alcoholic beverages covering almost every surface of the small table in front of them, a very unkempt Kartein and hopefully no memories of their previous night. 

          They could not afford growing close and falling in love, no, not in this world where there are greedy people at every turn, waiting for the moment you slip up, dragging you away to help grow their own power. These selfish bastards are not above threatening the lives and safety of other’s loved ones bring the powerful to their knees, forcing them to work as slaves, benefitting only themselves. In this cruel world, no matter how much their hearts desire, they can never be together but maybe they could come together once again and spend the night letting loose in each other’s arms, chatting and gossiping like teenage girls at a sleepover, forgetting all their worries. That night, their enemies no longer existed, the people begging them to join their organisations no longer existed, the only two people in the world, in their world, were each other. 

#eleceed webtoon #eleceed #kayden break #kayden x kartein #kartein #curtin #fanfic #eleceed manhwa

[pomegranatecookiez]

the fact that all conversation about dark choco and pomegranate cookie’s relationship has been boiled down to “she abuses him” really fuckin bothers me, man. because there’s so much more to it than that.

first of all, i’m tired of people throwing the word “abuse” around so freely. abuse implies repeated mental or physical harm, and judging by licorice’s reaction, the scene we see in dark mode is the only time their bickering has escalated to that point.

people also seem to forget that pomegranate’s dislike of dark choco isn’t one sided. their dislike for each other is mutual, and dark choco has no problem with being rude to her back. what pomegranate does to him in dark mode is fucked up, absolutely, but he isn’t some poor uwu baby who can’t defend himself. the nightmare vision incident didn’t happen completely unprompted, it happened because the tension that had been building between them finally reached its boiling point.

again, not defending her actions in the slightest. just clearing up a misconception about their relationship that i’m tired of seeing constantly.

with that out of the way, just why do they hate each other so much? pomegranate isn’t nice to the other cookies of darkness either, sure, but she’s far from as hostile towards them as she is towards dark choco. why? what makes him different? as the resident pomegranate cookie deep lore and psychoanalysis guy, i have a theory. 

comparing dark choco and pomegranate’s backstories, they’re EXTREMELY similar. it’s clear just from reading their bios.

yes i still play with the korean voices on i dont like english dubs in general. let me live

their bios in kingdom are ripped directly from ovenbreak, which i actually have a bit of an issue with since it causes them to be slightly outdated. dark choco being the prince of a kingdom isn’t mentioned at all, and the line about the pomegranate village being overrun doesn’t line up with what we know now, with how pomegranate cookie was the one who destroyed her village.

it makes sense, though, since both of their bios were written long before kingdom was even a thing, and the lore it introduces existed. but they still give us a good example of how their backstories are similar.

neither of them chose to be evil of their own volition. whether it be pomegranate’s vision of her fate, or dark choco being possessed by his sword, they were led to believe they HAD to go down the route they ended up on. 

the difference lies on how far down that route they ended up on. pomegranate has presumably been working for dark enchantress way longer than dark choco has, and fully believes in her cause. she has given up everything to serve her, and views herself as nothing more than her faithful servant. meanwhile, dark choco was presumably the newest member of the group before affogato, and still isn’t sure of if this is really what he wants to do. he hasn’t been fully indoctrinated yet, and even after he’s subjected to ye olde trauma nightmare visions and swears loyalty, he still isn’t in deep enough that he can’t break out of it.

which is exactly what he ends up doing in episode 14, which pomegranate clearly isn’t very happy about. 

keep in mind that she’s going on this whole monologue while probably bleeding out from a flesh would. kinda raw ngl

there’s something else that’s important to mention. just like how dark choco cookie was once the prince of a kingdom, pomegranate cookie used to be the high priestess of the pomegranate village, essentially being its princess.

pomegranate cookie wasn’t just some random girl in the village who decided to fuck everyone over one day, she was in charge of protecting her people. just like dark choco was.

when you take that into consideration, you’re able to see just how similar the two are. they were both meant to rule over and protect their respective homelands, but their belief that they had no choice but to betray and destroy them led them to do just that. dark choco nearly killed his own father, and pomegranate burned her entire village to the ground.

and that’s why pomegranate hates him so much. he’s just like her, and that makes lines like these hit even harder.

she isn’t just talking about him here. she’s talking about herself. she betrayed her own people, so there’s no turning back for her. and in her eyes, there isn’t any turning back for him either, which he refuses to accept.

despite what people may believe, pomegranate doesn’t think she’s better than everyone else because of her power, personality, anything like that. in fact, it’s implied both through her description on the villains quiz and her defeat dialogue that she’s incredibly hard on herself, and prone to self deprecation.

all pomegranate has at this point in her life is dark enchantress cookie, and her unwavering love for and loyalty towards her. without her, she is nothing. without her, she is useless. and the same goes for everyone else. if you aren’t willing to give up everything, you’re a coward, and you’re weak.

but dark choco isn’t willing to make those sacrifices. and not only is he worthless, he’s also a traitor. just like she is. a traitor to his homeland who can’t turn back now, but who refuses to stop trying. and we all know how pomegranate cookie feels about fate.

with him, it’s not just a matter of dealing with another one of her annoying, incompetent coworkers. it’s personal.

the past infects the present, and he keeps forgetting his place.

#cookie run #pomegranate cookie #dark choco cookie #abuse mention #wow another mile long fucking thinkpiece from mal about pomegranate cookie what else is now #new #fuck

[mysumeow]

Inconveniences 1/2❜

Eradicating himself from Irminsul proved to be not just fruitless, but also an inconvenience he now has to fix. Among those inconveniences was the fact that he had to start over with the only person who had stood by his side in his final moments of hope, since they had no recollection of their past together.

Warnings: 3.3 archon quest + wanderer's/scaramouche's lore spoiler. Mild angst, some comfort/fluff, brief mention of blood. Canon-divergence.

a/n: ive had this idea brewing for some time but was ready to forget about it until i decided to start writing again only because ive been inactive for a while kdjfhalkhkjadsfh enjoy this humble two-shot

Despite knowing him for a long time, Wanderer never failed to keep you at arm's length—both physically and emotionally. Even if you weren’t aware of the former detail.

But when it came to the private enclosure of your Serenitea Pot, he allowed himself to be softer. A tiny bit softer. Or when you're too far into the forest, devoid of any human traces, he's willing to walk closer to you. Yes, even something like that would require him to keep a considerable distance when strolling around the city. 

"What's with that look on your face," Wanderer spoke up, sparing you a side glance before taking another sip of his black tea.

Right, you were spacing out again. You couldn't help but feel your heart ache when you met his violet eyes and had a feeling that something didn’t fit, in the same way one would try to force a puzzle piece into a space in which it doesn’t belong. 

But you knew better than to openly cry and pity him. He disliked it when people stared at him with sorrow, as if he were defenseless. 

Before he could make another comment about your weird change in mood today, you asked if he wanted to have breakfast. He nodded, and you took the opportunity to flee to the inside of your abode.

You wanted to take your mind off cooking while you occupied yourself with preparing something to eat. It didn't work out. Now you were cutting some vegetables and, at the same time, still pondering about him.

It wasn't long before you felt a presence behind you, which startled you.

A slight, instant pain shot through your index finger, and your blood dripped from the fresh wound. 

"Didn't think you were such a scaredy cat," Wanderer laughed. "You're so clumsy,"

You just rolled your eyes and went back to continue with your task; you weren't in the mood to argue with him.

"Can you hand me the paper towel? I—"

Lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled it towards his face, followed by the faint warmth of his tongue removing the red liquid. 

"Don't waste time on trivial tasks. Go back to work."

He let go of your arm and turned around to go back outside.

It took you some seconds to collect yourself before you frowned and shook your fist in his direction. 

"And who do you think you are? My boss?"

"You know well I was joking."

You did, it's just that you were taken aback by his advances and felt you had to say something, anything. Nevertheless, you simply shook your head and went back to what you were doing. 

---

Confused eyes met each other with varying degrees of uneasiness. 

"The kid. Where's he?"

"Do you mean...the one whose parents perished from illness?"

"That's correct. I've been keeping an eye on him and trying to delay the symptoms before they get worse." 

Like a light at the end of the tunnel, this stranger's words seemed to ignite a brighter hope for him. Nevertheless, the wounds were still fresh, so the eccentric tried to remain lucid.

"Please, do help him. Follow me."

At first, you were unsure about leaving the kid in the care of the unknown fellow you met that day. Not because you doubted him, after all, his eyes demonstrated nothing but genuine worry for the orphan; it was because the kid was in a delicate situation and needed the utmost medical attention. 

As you saw the interaction between the two, it felt wrong to force them to be apart from each other. You couldn't pinpoint how such a bond happened in so little time, but despite all logical reasoning, you decided it was best if they stayed together and took care of one another. 

"Please wait," Kabukimono surprised even himself when he reached out to your sleeve. "If it's not too much to ask, could you stay the night, for his sake? I'm...anxious at the idea that something could happen overnight,"

You had some more work to do. You should really go back.

Your heart clenched at his disheveled state and the obvious signs of stress. This poor guy needed help as well. Then again, what kind of doctor would you be if you neglected someone who required your immediate aid? 

You sat down again next to the child who was sleeping and rested your hand over the wet cloth over his forehead. 

In the days that followed, you soon understood that your first impression of him wasn’t far from the truth. Even if cautious in certain situations, this person meant no harm whatsoever. You couldn't deny that your curiosity about this eccentric's identity was piqued. Where did he come from? Why’s he here, and how did he find the child?

Despite your better judgment, you grew fond of them.

He who was once a stranger to you, to this day, you are yet to know his name. All you knew was that people used to call him kabukimono before he decided to stay in this small village.

"I brought you something else to wear," you said as you placed a new set of clothes on the table.

Every day, when you came back during the night after spending the whole day attending to the medical needs of other village folk, you would always find the white linen of kabukimono’s clothes smudged with dirt and soot.

You continued, "I’ll wash this for you, okay? If anything happens, call me and I’ll come back."

"You’re going outside at this hour? It’s dangerous. I ask of you to please not worry about me," he placed his hands on his lap and bowed his head.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, to which he raised his head and looked at you.

"There is no need to be formal."

You knew it would be fruitless, it was like his life depended on the child’s health improving. Which you understood but were concerned that he would disregard his own.

The rustling of covers and the sound of footsteps woke you up late at night.

Once you distinguished the lilac eyes that were gazing right back at you, you sighed and lied back down.

"You scared me. Are you okay?"

"It’s cold. I feel like…my hands and feet are freezing," he was shivering. "I checked if the child was having that same issue, but his temperature seems to be okay,"

"Did you try to put your hands under the pillow? Maybe that could’ve helped you."

"I did."

"Do you want my blanket?"

He shook his head no.

"I wouldn’t take that from you. If you were to greet the morning with a cold…" gently, watching every movement he carried out as if he were afraid of doing something wrong. "You do appear to be…very warm,"

It took you a few seconds to catch on to what was implied.

When you glanced back at him, the tips of his ears were tinged pink. "I’m sorry for disturbing your sleep. I’ll go back to my—"

"I don't mind," you said as you scooted closer to the edge, giving him more room to lie beside you. "I don’t know how comfortable it’ll be for you, as this futon is not that spacious. However, if you think you’ll sleep better like this, then I don’t mind,"

Of course, you didn’t suspect he was lying, but once he took the space next to you, the low temperature from his body made goosebumps appear. He was modest about the distance, though; it was close, yet there was no skin-to-skin contact. You were concerned that maybe the low temperature wouldn’t let him sleep; funny enough, you heard the soft snores coming from him mere minutes later.

You were up at six in the morning, knowing you had another long day ahead of you.

The eccentric fellow was sound asleep, his hand holding onto yours with a grasp so tender, you did your best not to wake him up.

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. mild angst

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

You know I think mcu what make loki ',love strory' like like thor x Jane, thor and Jane meet like a day (well it's more like 3 days) then in love , but thye forget that thor and Jane showing interested to each other even Thor kind rude at first he listening Jane and Jane being skeptic about Thor being god/Alien she still nice to him , she didn't mocked him.

Then new marvel ship Jane(she hulk) x Matt (daredevil), Matt and Jane mert as enemy or rival in court, Jane even dislike hom (at first) then they start talking, Jane and Matt grow respect to each other then they growth interesting to each other, they are nice to each other, then they 'sleep together' after a day meet. I am not sure that they will be couple because Jane and Matt kind friend with benefits. Whatever I didn't care much , but Jane showing interest in Matt and want meet again (for relationship or just sex).

You see my point , respect, interested and nice are pillars for romance.

I really hate that someone said the reason Sylvie look rude and keep 'punch' loki it's because she had hard life and can't express her feeling, but she love loki 🙄 . But when loki did that they calling him evil, really? Double standard much

I meant I know loki had hard life and sometime he did extreme to showing it but we all know he do can loving, he even can be nice.

And Sylvie? I am sorry she not even trying be nice to loki at all, when even she need him, in void she still accused him to want throne. That is love? Then you are blind

The fact that some people justify Sylvie's disrespect of Loki by claiming she "had a rough life" and she "can't express herself the right way" so it's okay for her to mistreat him is so shocking I can't even express it.

Switch the genders. Just.... do that, and no one would be defending him. Not a single soul. Everyone would be calling it abusive. But since it's a woman doing it... that's apparently a-okay for these people. And the studios know it -- there's a reason Loki never raised a hand on Sif even though he would have been perfectly entitled to do so.

Their exchange in ep6 is not from someone who's had a tough life or has trauma. The manipulation tactic Sylvie uses on Loki is to consciously hurt him: the deflection, the gaslighting, the accusations... That behaviour is almost sadistic in how badly she tries to damage Loki's heart and mind. She knows very well what she's doing there.

And even if I buy the claim that she loves him (I don't believe she does, but fine, let's buy it for the sake of discussion), surely we can differentiate between emotions vs actions, right? Sylvie can feel whatever she wants and she can have all the trauma she wants... but her behaviour is NEVER justified.

If I squint I can see that they wanted her to be a character who had been damaged and didn't know how to love... but that requires the narrative to challenge her and her behaviour! She needs to learn from other people, she needs to have her actions called out. But the framing puts her on a pedestal and treats her like a Queen, so in the end everything she says and does is justified and she learns absolutely nothing, while at the same time we're told she and Loki have such a loving relationship.... well... I think NOT.

#antisylki #so much antisylki

[headfullofpresley]

Oceans Apart (Chapter 4)

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 7,7K

Summary: You invite Elvis over for dinner to introduce him to your cousin and his wife and the dessert on the menu is you.

Warning(s): lil bit of angst, reader and Red disliking each other, smoking, alcohol consumption, mentions of The Colonel, mentions of Gladys' passing, fluff, smut; fingering, oral (f. receiving)

Author's note: i probably missed a few warnings so lmk! enjoy luvs <3

Missed part 3? Read it here!

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“It’s a fairytale I can’t explain, full of words I don’t know how to say. And without a little twist of fate, I know I’d still be searching, baby. I swear that you’ve been sent to save me, you’re the only one that my heart keeps coming back to; it’s always been you.”

Elvis hated being away from you. He did from the moment you left America, but now that you were only a short walk away from him, he hated it even more.

He could barely leave his bed in the mornings to go do what was expected of him, but he did not exactly have the option stay in the comfort of the bubble you and him had created for yourselves.

Unfortunately, he had a reputation to uphold and duties to fulfill.

You’d stay at his house whenever he’d leave in the mornings so you two had more time together when he came back. You loved spending time with Dodger and reminiscing about the times back in Memphis, but you couldn’t stay here for the remaining weeks you had left.

While you were over the moon about the fact you and Elvis had reunited again, you didn’t come to Germany for him.

Adam and Hanna opened their home for you and while part of you wanted to forget about everyone else in the world and focus on Elvis only, that was not how the world worked.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Hanna grinned as she opened the front door for you when you announced your arrival by ringing the doorbell. You spent three days in a row at Elvis’ house and while you called Hanna to let her know, you felt a little guilty.

Hanna wasn’t mad at all, you could tell by the wide teasing grin that was raising the corners of her mouth.

“Sssh, no cat talk. He can hear you,” you whispered as you bend down to Aldo who greeted you with a wagging tail. You placed your hands over his tall ears and gave Hanna a stern look as you looked up to her. The blonde let out a laugh and stepped aside, watching you as you stood up straight to walk into the house.

The German Shepherd followed the both of you into the kitchen where you sat down at the dining table, cheeks heating up at the words that rolled off Hanna’s tongue so casually.

“So, how was it? Is he still as good?”

She laughed as she saw the state of your face, placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of you before she sat down with her own. Aldo’s head found its home on your lap and you ran your hand through his fur down his neck, keeping it there as you looked at your friend.

“It was lovely, thank you, but I’m not going to go into detail about how well our sex life still is,” you laughed softly as you held onto the ear of the cup, resisting the urge to take a sip from the warm beverage just so you wouldn’t need to speak further on the topic.

Hanna was curious but she wasn’t the type of person to pressure you into all the naughty details. If you wanted to tell her, you would.

She could be a very patient person.

Ofcourse, you did not leave her hanging entirely and told her about what you and Elvis had been up to other than making up for lost time in the sheets. You told her how you fell right back into the pace of his life and how comfortable it felt to be around his family again. You didn’t know how much you missed listening to Dodger’s stories or the silence between you and Vernon while cleaning the table after breakfast until it became a routine as it always had been those years back.

You were most definitely not fond of all of Elvis’ friends but even being around them felt good. It brought back memories from the time when Memphis was your home and it filled you with hopes for the future that Elvis and these people would be part of your life.

It was mainly Red and Lamar that rubbed you the wrong way for some reason, but you dealt with them for Elvis’ sake. If he considered their friendship to be genuine, you would just have to suck it up and put on a smile every time they were around.

“How have you been? It’s only been three days but it felt like much longer,” you smiled at her as you pulled your hand back from Aldo’s neck, placing your fingertips at the rim of your cup as you brought it to your lips. You blew into the dark liquid for a little bit, taking the risk of burning your tongue when you sipped from it.

“Oh dearie, I know you love me. You don’t have to suck up to me,” Hanna laughed as she waved you off, picking up a cookie from the plate that stood in between you two. “I’m doing all right. In all honesty I was thinking about you and Elvis so much that I kind of forgot about… you know..”

You knew exactly what she meant. The topic hadn’t been brought up since you came to Germany, but she knew that Adam told you. She felt relieved that she didn’t exactly need to say the word, because speaking about it in detail made her feel like the walls were closing in on her.

She always dreamt of being the perfect wife and a loving mother – the latter wasn’t ever happening in her future, so she felt like she failed at being a good wife too. No matter how much Adam would tell her that simply was not true, she found it hard to shake the feeling.

“What did the doctors tell you?” you asked, keeping your voice low as if you were afraid someone would be eavesdropping. You did not want to put her on the spot but you wanted her to know that you were there for her, a shoulder to cry on when she needed one and a listening ear to vent to.

“They talk and talk in their little doctor language, using all big words that I don’t know the meaning of half the time,” she sighed, putting the half eaten cookie down on the side of the little plate her cup was resting on. “Long and difficult story short; my body has betrayed me. Adam and I will never be parents, we’ll never be the picture perfect family and the longer and the more I talk about it, it feels like it’s my fault. Like.. like.. like I failed Adam,”

Her words were coming out fast, switching between German and Dutch and in any other situation, you would’ve giggled at it. But right now, all you did was put your cup down and stare at the female in front of you. Tears were stinging in your eyes as much as they were in hers.

Here was your friend, your family, and she was in a rough place and all you had done since coming here was mess around with the soldier from your past.

You felt guilty.

“You could never fail Adam, Han,” you whispered as you got up from your seat, walking to her side to kneel down beside her. Aldo was ofcourse right there next to you, putting his chin on Hanna’s knee.

She allowed you to take her hands, turning a bit more into your direction. The dog raised his head at the sight of her tears and whined softly, licking your entangled hands.

“Adam thinks the world of you. He loves you, more than words could ever describe,” you squeezed her hands softly, making her look down at you. “I remember the first time Adam told me about you and introduced you to the family and all I could think to myself was… wow, that is what I want to have in my future. Pure, beautiful, unconditional love,”

The both of you blinked your tears away, but your words tugged at Hanna’s heartstrings. She had to pull one of her hands out of your grip to wipe her eyes.

“A child is a beautiful addition to your life but it is not the most important one. It does not define your relationship nor does it define you as a woman. You are a wonderful person inside and out, Hannie, and none of this is your fault,” you told her, smiling softly as Aldo nudged his head underneath your arm to put his big head on Hanna’s lap.

The blonde laughed softly and tickled him behind his ear, squeezing your hand that she was still holding at the same time.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you to talk to. I should’ve come home sooner,”

“Y/N, don’t say that. It’s all right. I am sorry for putting this on you while this should be a happy time for you, you and Elvis finally reuniting and all..” she sighed, sniffing softly. She was smiling, but you still saw the sorrow in her eyes.

Perhaps you wouldn’t be the right person for her to say all of this to, because honestly you had no idea how to truly help her deal with all of this. You had never been in a situation that allowed you to feel the same way she did, but she was your friend. One of your closest friends, even. You still wanted to be there for her in which ever way you could.

“I don’t know how much I say will be of any help to you, but know I’m always here if you want to vent or just… do something to take your mind off things,”

“Oh, honey, your words mean the world to me. It might not look like it now,” she laughed softly as she pointed at her smudged mascara. “But I appreciate you so much and I’m glad you’re here. I wish you would never leave,”

You laughed softly and slowly stood up, walking over to the counter to bring her back a tissue.

“I’m only a 4 hour drive away and you’ll be seeing me a lot, even after these two weeks,” you smiled at her and she raised a curious eyebrow, sniffing her nose before bringing the tissue down from her face.

“Me and Elvis are giving things another try. He’ll be here for another two years and it just.. It feels right,”

“I’m so happy for you, Y/N. I think you and him are meant to be,”

“Just like you and Adam,” you grinned as you took the tissue from her, discarding it in the trash before you sat back down in your seat at the table. The coffee in front of you was lukewarm by now, but you needed the caffeine.

“Will you invite him to dinner tonight?” she suggested, her eyes lighting up a bit more again as she looked at you. “Me and Adam would love to meet him,”

Aside from your parents, nobody in your family has ever met Elvis – at least, that you were aware of.

But dinner with him, Adam and Hanna did sound good to you. It would give him the opportunity to feel somewhat normal again, maybe even get his mind off of his mother’s recent death. You two had not spoken a lot of it, nor about your grandfather’s passing, during those three days. Both of you found it hard to talk about the most important people that had ever been in your life not being there anymore.

You were well aware of what his mother meant to him. How much she meant. And you did not want to force him to speak of her, because you hated seeing the sorrow in his eyes when he did.

You nodded your head at Hanna’s words, smiling as you took a small sip of the coffee that just didn’t taste as good anymore. “I will call him later and ask,”

 

Elvis was eager to accept your dinner invitation, not caring about the fact that his German was far from good and your family wasn’t the best at speaking English. For him, you wouldn’t mind to take on the role of translator for the evening.

You agreed to the idea he suggested for you to pick him up at the back of the house, so you wouldn’t get mobbed by the crowd that was most likely lingering at the front. There always was, even if Elvis was not home.

You don’t think you’d ever get used to that, to the girls so shamelessly gawking at him with fawning adoration.

To you, Elvis was just Elvis. The boy from Memphis with the pretty blue eyes and cheeky smile you fell for the second you laid eyes on him. The one who gave you your first kiss and let you experience what it was like to have your souls connected through intimacy.

But he was growing up, turning into the man society was expecting him to become.

Time stood still for no one, not even for Elvis and you.

 

Once again, you felt like a thief in the night as you made your way into Elvis’ street. Elvis and you did not explicitly talk about having the public know what your relationship to each other was and while you wanted it to stay that way because you valued your privacy and anonymity, Elvis was not in the mood to get an angry call from his manager.

The Colonel couldn’t stop him from dating even if he tried, but something in the back of Elvis’ mind told him to keep his mouth shut and keep you to himself.

Keep you as the best and most beautiful secret he ever had.

Tonight, you did not look as suspicious as you had those days ago despite you worrying about it. You had taken Aldo with you to keep you company, part the reason for it was because the dog had been your trusty companion since you walked into your cousin’s house and the other reason was that it would stop wandering soldiers on their way home from trying to talk to you.

You had a nasty bite, perfectly capable of standing up for yourself but when they’d be met with the mean growl of protective Aldo, the men usually backed off.

You succeeded in sneaking to the back of the house without being seen and waited by the locked gate until it was swung open. You expected to be faced with Elvis himself, but instead a smaller male stood in front of you. He was clothed in casual clothing, his brown hair slightly damp as he wore a friendly smile on his face. His eyes seemed sweet, the brown orbs twinkling softly in excitement.

“You must be Y/N,” he greeted you, closing the gate behind you as you stepped into the back yard, holding a hand out in front of you. “I’m Joe. Elvis is still getting ready, but he’ll be down soon,”

“It’s nice to meet you, Joe,” you smiled as you slipped your hand into his, shaking his hand firmly. You could see he was surprised by it and it made you chuckle, walking up to the house with him. “Is it okay if Aldo comes in?”

The brunette nodded and opened the door for you, Aldo immediately wandering in like he owned the place. Knowing your way around the house, you walked into the kitchen and smiled brightly at Dodger who was moving around, cooking up a storm for the rowdy bunch that were taking up the living room.

“Oh, there is my little waffle,” Dodger’s face lit up as soon as she saw you, the nickname she used for only you making your cheeks ache because of the smile that spread across your face.

She gasped softly as she noticed the large dog beside you. Like a good boy, he sat down near your feet, tail wagging in excitement as Elvis’ grandmother walked closer. The dog looked up at you with hopeful eyes and he took your laugh as consent for him to stand back up and attack Dodger’s hand with licks as she scratched behind his ear. “And you brought a friend. What a good boy,”

You released the leash out of your hand and allowed her to spoil the German Shepherd with attention as you walked to the counter, stirring in some pots and pans as Dodger was distracted.

“Dodger, is the food ready? We’re hu-“

You turned your head to the entrance of the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at Red who appeared in the door opening. He tensed up just the way you did and neither you or Dodger missed the disapproving tone in his voice as he spoke your name.

“Y/N,”

You ignored the small nod he gave you and turned back to the pot in front of you, swirling the ladle around. “Red,”

It came out as a mumble, could not even be considered a proper greeting.

The elder lady in the kitchen was well aware of you and Red not being fond of each other. You blamed it on the clashing personalities, he blamed you for stealing his friend away from him and the boys.

He thought he finally got rid of you two years ago, yet here you were again, bringing back memories that you were part of he would rather forget about.

“Dog belongs to you? I don’t think Elvis will like him being in here,” Red pointed out with a small grin on his face, leaning against the frame of the door opening.

Dodger made her way over to you, taking the ladle from your hand so you could turn to face the ginger haired male that was definitely overstaying his welcome. In your opinion, at least.

“Yes, the dog belongs to me and Elvis doesn’t mind, you don’t have to worry about a thing, Red,” you told him as you picked up Aldo’s leash from the floor, grinning softly to yourself as your companion completely ignored Elvis’ friend. “Dinner will be ready in about thirty. If you’re hungry, eat a slice of bread,”

His jaw clenched at your words and the way you nodded to the bread bin that stood on the counter. So smug, so sure of yourself.

He couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t stand you.

You pulled a face at his back side as he turned around and retreated back into the living area, doing your best not to flip him off. Joe who was sat on the couch with a view of the kitchen laughed softly as he noticed it, putting his thumb up at you.

You think you were going to like Joe.

Elvis missed the small altercation between you and Red by a few minutes, coming down the stairs with a bright smile on his face. He made his way to the kitchen immediately, showing off his pearly whites before he planted a firm kiss on your lips.

“You look beautiful, darlin’,” he greeted you with a compliment, his smile never fading as he noticed the dog at your feet that looked up at him with big and curious eyes. Elvis got through his knees almost  immediately, gently grabbing Aldo’s head in his hands as he tickled him behind his ears. “Ain’t you the cutest thing around,” he laughed as Aldo barked in excitement, tail wagging quickly and creating a small breeze at your legs. “Well, almost the cutest,”

You looked down at Elvis and smiled, your heart skipping a beat as he shot you a wink.

Suck on that, Red West.

 

You and Elvis helped Dodger prepare dinner while she kept getting distracted by the new friend that you introduced to her before you stole her grandson away for the evening.

The walk that would usually take you five minutes lasted a little longer due to the detour you had to take so he wouldn’t be seen by screaming fans. He wasn’t in uniform, so it wouldn’t be hard to spot him.

You looked at the box of chocolates that was tugged under his arm, whiskey bottle wrapped in brown paper in his hand. “Adam does like whiskey, right?”

“He does, but you didn’t have to bring anything,”

“Ofcourse I do, it’s my first time meeting them,” he smiled as he stopped walking when you did to let Aldo sniff around in the bushes of the small park you were currently in, Elvis’ arm hung loosely around your waist. “Teach me some German, so I don’t look like a fool. How do I say.. ‘Thank you for inviting me’?”

“Danke für deine Einladung,”

He widened his eyes as he looked down at you, letting out a hearty laugh as he tried to repeat it. Other than small words like ‘Hello’ and ‘Thank you’, his knowledge of the German language didn’t extend very far. People usually spoke English to him where ever he went and he simply did not have the time to sit down and learn another language.

For an American, you thought his pronunciation wasn’t too bad. You weren’t an expert at the language yourself, although it was similar to your own it was very different at the same time. You spend the rest of the walk teaching him small phrases that he could use in casual conversation, but as soon as he was face to face with Adam and Hanna, he forgot every single one of them.

“My English is not the best, but your German is worse,” Adam laughed in good humor as he stopped Elvis from stuttering, landing a friendly slap on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

Elvis let out a relieved laugh, the nerves that he had been feeling but didn’t tell you about slowly disappearing. He liked the thick accent Adam spoke with. Although yours was not as audible, it reminded him of you.

Brought back memories of his time back in Memphis with you. Where he would get you to teach him bad words so he could throw them at people’s heads in arguments and seem like he was more cultured than them, or so he could simply catch you off guard when he’d jokingly cuss you out in your own language.

He had missed the way you would stumble over your words when you’d get excited or when you were angry, even when it was directed at him.

He missed the way you’d forget about a certain word in English and had to animatedly explain to him with frustrated hand gestures what you meant.

And like the soulmates you were, he always knew what you meant.

 

As dinner progressed, Adam and Hanna were treating Elvis as if he had been part of the family for years already and Elvis loved every minute of it.

The home cooked meal, the drinks that were nursed throughout the evening, the (embarrassing) stories that the couple shared with him about you.

It made him miss his mother, but he didn’t give himself time to get in his feelings about it now.

He was seperated from Memphis by an ocean, but tonight he felt like he was home.

“Our uncle used to dress up as Santa every year and Y/N thought he was the real deal until she was about 10,” Adam laughed, at you, as he took a sip from the whiskey Elvis bought him. “I think I have pictures somewhere,”

“Adam, no! Don’t do this to me,” you called out to him in Dutch, laughing as you linked your arm through Elvis’, hiding your face in the softness of his knitted sweater. Elvis frowned as he laughed, meeting Hanna’s eyes from across the table.

“He’s going to emba.. embarrass her,” she spoke in her best English, chuckling as she pointed at Adam who bounced back to the dining table in excitement, sitting back in his place as he looked through the pictures in his hands. You were still hiding, groaning softly.

“This one is my favorite,” Adam giggled in excitement, happy to be teasing you in front of Elvis. Your boyfriend took the picture from him, letting out a loud laugh at the way you were sitting on Santa’s lap, crying your eyes out in fear.

You were about four in the picture.

“Baby, you’re adorable,” Elvis grinned as he wiggled his arm, causing you to raise your head with a flush on your cheeks. He pressed a kiss on your forehead and smiled brightly as he looked back at the picture, his eye catching Santa’s face.

Andreas’ face.

His face was barely recognizable due to the white beard and whole Santa Claus costume, but those eyes… Those eyes.

Full of friendliness, but he didn’t miss the small hint of mischief in them.

Like this person was in on something that nobody else was. Carrying a secret that was not meant to be spilled to anyone.

He immediately thought of The Colonel. Despite the costume, the resemblance was almost uncanny.

“This is your uncle? You never told me about him,” he whispered as he looked at you, Adam and Hanna too occupied with the other pictures as they laughed together.

“Yes, my uncle André. He’s not.. he’s not in my life anymore,” you told him, leaning your cheek against his arm as you took the picture out of his hand, looking at it with a fond smile on your face. His quickened heart slowed down a little as you spoke that name, relieved that it wasn’t the person he thought it was.

It couldn’t be.

“You can talk to me,” he whispered again, leaning his head down a little to plant a small kiss on your temple. You sighed deeply and looked up at him, sitting up straight to lean your chin on his shoulder.

Elvis had done a good job at distracting you from the nasty secret that was in your family. It was the biggest reason why you came to Germany, after all.

But you couldn’t tell him. He had enough worries on his mind, being so far away from home, not knowing if his career would be the same when he’d go back.

He was griefing his mother.

You couldn’t tell him. Maybe some day, but not now.

“I know,” you smiled as you kissed his lips, placing the photo on the table to reach your hand up to his face, pinching his cheek softly. “But it’s not important enough to talk about. I only want to talk about you and me,”

He didn’t pressure you on it, knowing that would get him nowhere with you. He had known you longer than today.

“We can do that,” he grinned as his teeth sunk into his lowerlip. You laughed softly, picking up his glass and handing it to him to wipe that grin off his face.

Adam showed a few more pictures to your boyfriend who was very amused by all of them, sneaking the one where you were crying in his pocket. In all of the pictures that Adam showed, your uncle was dressed up as Santa or not in them at all.

The subject naturally changed and Elvis and Adam fell in conversation as you and Hanna cleaned the table, your cousin too distracted to look for more pictures.

Unbeknownst to you and Elvis, that was a good thing.

 

“How’s your work going? Adam told me you’ve been a busy bee,” Elvis smiled at you as he sat down on the couch in the living room, shooting you a thankful smile as you handed him a refill of his drink before you sat down next to him.

After cleaning the table, Hanna dragged Adam out of the house to go for a walk, ofcourse not leaving before she gave you a knowing wink.

That girl really was something.

“Oh it’s just wonderful,” you smiled happily as you took a sip of the wine you poured for yourself, placing the glass on the coffee table in front of you. You took the egg shaped table lighter and flicked it on, holding it out to Elvis as he placed a cigar in between his lips while you spoke. “Nellie, my boss, is truly amazing and I’ve learned more from her than the years I’ve been in school. And I actually get paid for this,”

He laughed softly as he took the lighter from you, flicking it back on as you leaned forward to light the cigarette you placed between your lips. The movements between you two were so smooth, as if you hadn’t spend time apart at all.

You were comfortable around him – a feeling you hoped you’d never lose.

“Maybe you can design something for me some day,” he smiled as he put the lighter back down before leaning back in his seat, his arm resting on the back of the couch. You moved closer to him, blowing out some of the smoke in the other direction and away from him.

“Hmm, if you ever decide to wear gowns, I definitely will,”

You laughed together and the sound of it warmed your heart just as much as it did Elvis’.

He could spend hours listening to record after record, but your laugh was his favorite melody in the world.

“How is the industry treating you? You’re well known here but I bet it’s even harder to walk the streets back at home,”

He took a drag from his cigar before placing it on the edge of the ash tray that stood on the table, leaning back again. His hand reached out to your face, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear and repeating the action a few times as it fluttered back in your face every time.

“It’s… crazy, honestly. I never expected this to happen to me and it still feels like I’m dreamin’ most of the time,” he admitted, sighing softly as his eyes met yours. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch as his fingertip absentmindedly traced the features of your face. “It’s nearly impossible to walk the streets without people comin’ up to me and ofcourse I’m grateful, extremely, but it’s.. it’s hard sometimes. Gets lonely,”

You nodded your head slowly, moving your hand over the back of his to take it off your face, placing a kiss in his palm. He smiled at the gesture, twisting his hand around to lace your fingers together.

“Every time something good or exciting happened.. it made me think of you. Wanted to call you up at the end of every day,”

“You could have,” you whispered, squeezing his hand softly. Your eyes caught sight of the cigarette in your hand, forced to lean forward to flick off the ashes in the ash tray. After another small drag of it, you decided to push it out next to his cigar.

“Would you have picked up?”

He was nervous to ask it, but the words spilled out before he could stop them. He would understand if your answer would be no, but it would hurt him just as much.

“Yes,” you said before there was time for him to get in his head about it. You looked at him as you leaned back in your seat, placing a hand on his chest. You let it wander up, fingertips playing with the neck of his sweater. “I would’ve picked up in a heart beat. I never forgot about you, El, and I don’t think I ever will,”

His heart clenched at your words, because hearing you actually say them out loud got him emotional. He never thought he’d see you again, never thought he’d hear you say you loved him and never forgot about him.

It took away all of the doubts that plagued his mind for the past couple of years.

He cupped your face and you immediately leaned in to him, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips met yours. “I love you, baby,” he whispered as he gently pressed his forehead against yours and your eyes slowly opened at his words, looking into the ocean blue ones of his. “I’m gon’ make you my wife and we’ll have little Presley’s runnin’ around, you just wait,”

Your heart leaped in excitement against your ribcage, but the both of you laughed at his words nonetheless. To be his wife and give him babies was all you ever wanted and you did not want to think about how that might sound unrealistic. You had no idea what the future held for you and Elvis, but you’d push reality away for as long as you could.

“You know I love you, but who says they’ll have your name?” you pulled back to raise a teasing eyebrow at him and he threw his head back with a laugh.

As he looked back at you again, you smiled fondly at the smile on his face and the flush of his cheeks. He was far from intoxicated but the few drinks he had tonight had some effect on him. You thought it was cute.

“Fine, fine.. both of our names then,” he grinned, leaning closer to you again to kiss you once more. This time, he didn’t back away to speak anymore. As soon as you felt the presence of his tongue, you parted your lips and ran your hands over his shoulders and around his neck.

He felt broad and firm under your touch and three days weren’t nearly enough to make up for lost time. You could never get enough of him, not back then and not now.

As you pressed your chest against his and deepened the kiss, his arms snuck their way around your waist to lift you onto his lap. Your dress rode up, exposing your panties a little due to the fact you were straddling him and the dress you were wearing was fitted rather than flowy.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into his mouth as his hands slipped down to your exposed thighs, fingertips hooking underneath your panties in only a matter of seconds.

“We c-can’t,” you breathed as you pulled back from the kiss you shared, giggling softly. He ignored you as he took the opportunity to plant open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, tugging at your underwear. “They can come back any second,”

Once again, your words fell on deaf ears and he took things even further by moving his hands back to your hips and pushing you down on the couch.

You were glad Adam and Hanna took Aldo with them for their evening walk, not needing an extra pair of eyes to witness what was about to go down.

Because you could never resist Elvis, so even though you were scared of getting caught, you didn’t stop your boyfriend as he moved onto his knees on the floor. Instead, you kicked your heels off and raised your hips off the couch for a second to give him the space he needed to slip your panties down. He shamelessly shoved them in the pocket of his pants, right on top of the picture of you and Santa Claus he put in there earlier.

“You just can’t wait, can you?” you giggled as you watched him kiss his way up your leg, teeth sinking softly and playfully in your right thigh.

“Wasn’t sure if you were stayin’ over tonight,” he mumbled against your skin with a smirk tugging at his lips, his hands moving up to push your dress further up to your waist. “Are you?” he questioned as you didn’t give a reply to his comment and you looked down at him, laughing softly.

He was trying to sound confident, but you didn’t miss the uncertainty in his eyes.

“I am. Can’t let you wander the streets alone at this hour, it’s dangerous,” you grinned jokingly at him and he rolled his eyes, chuckling softly.

You expected another smart remark from his side, but what you didn’t expect was his tongue licking up your folds, flicking at your clit teasingly. Just once.

Okay, you half expected it to come, but you figured he’d at least give you a warning. Work his way up to it a little more, kiss his way around it before he’d dive straight in.

You weren’t complaining, though. You would be a fool to.

He smiled confidently to himself, placing his flat hands against the insides of your thighs to spread your legs further. He licked his lips at the sight of your pussy right in front of him, arousal glistening in the dim lighting.

He could see it. He could smell it. And God, it was driving him absolutely insane.

He knew you’d keep your legs spread willingly, so he moved one of his hands to spread your lips apart, blowing teasingly on your clit.

“Elvis, p-please,” you whimpered as your hips shocked a little at the feeling, looking down at him as you raised yourself on your elbows. “We don’t have time for this,”

“But it’s so pretty,” he smiled as he bit his lip, his eyes never leaving the delicious sight in front of him. “Could look at it for hours,” he whispered as he caressed two fingers down your folds, collecting your arousal on the digits before he suddenly pushed both of them inside of you. He knew you could take it, especially with the way he has had you for the past three days.

And how many times he had you.

The gasp that left your mouth quickly shifted into a moan as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on it softly. He didn’t stay in the position for very long, lifting his head to lick your arousal off his lips as his eyes met yours. “Taste even better,”

“Oh my God, please stop talking,” you laughed as you placed your hand on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair to push him back against you. The chuckle that left his throat vibrated against your skin, but he gave you what you wanted this time – his fingers moving at a slow pace, not matching the movements of his tongue as he was hungrily lapping up your juices, switching between sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue against it.

It didn’t take you long to become a moaning mess and the fear of your cousin and his wife walking in on you was nowhere on your mind anymore. All you could think about and focus on was Elvis’ mouth engulfing half of your pussy, fingertips curling up every time he was buried knuckle deep inside of you. The moans and grunts from his side only got you turned on even more, debating whether you wanted him to make you cum like this or have a quick fuck on your cousin’s couch.

You wanted all of him, all of the time. And how could you ever get the visual of him looking up at you as his tongue was firmly and quickly flicking against your clit out of your head?

You were definitely going to think about this during the nights you’d have to spend alone.

Elvis’ eyes rolled in the back of his head as he flattened his tongue against your folds, shaking his head side to side slowly. Your hands were gripping onto the couch, trying not to tear the fabric apart with your nails as the sight of him made you want to act out.

Or rather, whore out.

“Fuck, E-El.. yes.. yes, fuck!”

You were blabbering, moans and words that didn’t make any sense rolling off your tongue like a mantra. Your hips were rolling along to his rhythm, bucking up into his face. You tried so hard to keep your body still, not wanting to make things harder for him, but he didn’t mind at all.

He ate you out before and while he had always been good at it and liked doing so, he was determined tonight. He moved along with you every time as you thrusted upwards, his mouth glued to your pussy.

He was addicted. Addicted to you and your taste.

“Feel good, huh?” he mumbled against you, tongue laced with cockiness as it was still lapping up your essence. He didn’t want to pull away, not ready to miss tasting you yet.

Your arms felt numb with the way your elbows were pressing in the couch but you didn’t allow yourself to lay down and be more comfortable. You couldn’t look away from him – he was so pretty wearing that high collar knitted sweater, cheeks flushed, eyes hazed with his own arousal and yours glistening on the tip of his nose and nearly half of his lower face.

“Yes, baby, f-feels so g-good,” you moaned, knowing he liked it when you used your words. He was amazing to you, the best you ever had, but he wanted validation and you were more than happy to provide him with it. “M-more, I want m-more,”

You didn’t have to ask him twice and with the way you felt so eager and turned on, he didn’t feel the need to ask for an extra confirmation of your words, arousal clouding his own mind as he added another finger. You immediately clenched around him, eyes squeezing shut out of your control as he moved them in and out of you at a quick and steady pace.

His tongue was relentlessly assaulting your clit and you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. The hand that you had moved away from his head found its way to his hair again and your eyes shot open to look at him, the high pitched moan that left your throat turning into a soundless gasp.

You didn’t need to tell him you were reaching your climax because he felt it in the way you were clenching around his fingers and how the movements of your hips were getting more frantic. He placed a strong arm on your lower abdomen, trapping you against the couch as he watched your face contort into pure pleasure as you came undone on his fingers.

For the first time, you let yourself fall back on the couch as your hips stuttered against his face, toes curling tightly. Your arms were tingling from your previous position but you weren’t bothered by it for one second and when Elvis pulled away from you, you pressed your shaking thighs together.

“Shit, El,” you whispered breathlessly as you laughed softly, looking at him as he hovered above you, big hands placed on either side of your head. You gently cupped his face and giggled, sex dazed eyes looking up at him. “That was so nice,”

“Only nice?” he grinned as he leaned down to kiss your lips, your hands moving hold him down by his sweater.

“No, it was amazing,” you hummed, softly sucking his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it only made you more needy for him, trapping him in your embrace as you wrapped your legs around him. He groaned softly, rolling his hips into yours.

Through the fabric of his pants, you could feel how hard he was.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he breathed in your mouth as he pressed his forehead against you, rubbing up against you without caring about the possible stains you could leave behind on his pants. He was creating friction right onto your clit and you moaned softly, hooking your ankles together behind his back.

Your hands moved down in between your bodies, ready to undo his pants and get his cock out so you could both get what you wanted, but your movements froze as you heard the front door opening and closing.

Hanna wasn’t an idiot and coughed loudly on purpose, announcing their arrival in case you hadn’t hear the door.

Elvis was off of you in a second, both your and his hands frantically pulling your dress down before you took the position you were in on the couch before he gave you a mindblowing orgasm. You quickly handed him his cigar and the lighter, swinging your legs over his lap to hide the bulge he was sporting.

You smoothed out your hair to the best of your abilities, keeping your thighs pressed firmly together since you weren’t wearing any panties. Elvis lit his cigar and slipped his other hand in yours, resting it in your lap as the both of you looked at Adam and Hanna who walked in.

You weren’t sure if the feigned innocent smiles that you and Elvis plastered on your face actually fooled them, but if they knew something happened, they didn’t comment on it.

Adam disappeared into the kitchen to get some drinks as Hanna turned on some music, sitting down on the other couch.

Unintentionally, her eyes caught sight of the red lace panties that hung out of Elvis’ pocket. She widened her eyes, clearing her throat when Adam walked back in and started talking to you about something in Dutch. As Elvis looked at the blonde, she nodded her head to his pocket and when he looked down to see what the hell she was going on about, his face turned the same shade as your panties.

His bit down on his cigar, shoving his hand into his pocket to push your panties deeper in it as well. Hanna giggled softly behind her hand as she took the drink Adam handed to her.

“What’s so funny?” your cousin chuckled, your attention drawn to Hanna now too. You looked at Elvis as he laughed softly, taking the cigar out of his mouth, acting casual.

You looked between the two and raised your eyebrows, smiling.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” she grinned before she sipped from her drink, looking at you as she leaned into Adam’s side when he sat down next to her.

“Red goes well with that dress,”

You widened your eyes at her, immediately realising what she was hinting at and now it was your turn to blush. Elvis nearly choked on his cigar at her words and Adam just frowned, laughing as he nudged his wife’s arm, wanting in on the joke.

You were going to kill this girl.

 

Elvis leaned closer to you, pecking your lips.

“She’s right,” he whispered with a small grin on his face, cigar hanging in between his fingertips as his hand rested on your legs.

“Red is my favorite color on you,”

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When Two Worlds Collide Series

Chp1 || Chp2 || Chp3 || Chp4 || Chp5 || Chp6 || Chp7 || Chp8

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader x Arthur Morgan

Chapter Seven: The Final Straw

WC: 8.5k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Alternative TLOU & RDR2 Universe. M/F/M Relationship. Angst with a happy ending in this chapter. Tensions between Joel, Arthur and Reader. Events relating to game missions (A short Walk in a Pretty Town & Blood Feuds, Ancient and Modern & The Battle of Shady Belle). Smut. Oral (f receiving). Unprotected PIV. Make-up Sex. Double vaginal penetration. Mentions of anal & anal play.

AN: Nearly there, folks. We have one more chapter to go before the series is finished. I hope you enjoy the reading!

It should never have happened in the first place, you tell yourself while tapping your foot against the ground furiously, your eyes trained on the man who was boiling the blood in your veins. Working for the Gray's and the Braithwaite's was a bad idea from the start, and that poor little boy suffered the consequences of his actions.

You can’t seem to control your anger. It was rising rapidly with each second you looked at him – the man who caused all of this with his greed for money. He couldn’t help himself. He just had to get the gang involved in an ancient ongoing feud between two families. 

When will it ever be enough? 

Scoffing with detest, you started clenching your fists to abate the frustration you felt inside. It was especially aggravating because you don’t have an outlet. You don’t have a means to release all the emotions you currently feel; anger, sadness, fear and worry. All of them torment your mind night and day constantly and it’s extremely exhausting. It’s a plague of disaster and distress that never ends, steadily and gradually driving you round the bend. You’ve never felt this level of hate for someone before. It’s actually quite shocking just how much you dislike him. 

What will it actually take for him to stop this nonsense? 

You sit around the outer edge of camp and keep your distance from the gang; from him. Tearing your eyes away and staring into the fire catatonically, you had all the time in the world to think about all the bad shit that's happened lately. The distance and isolation was a must. You need to stay away and keep your sanity intact, otherwise you’d open your mouth and speak your mind, which could prove to be damaging and hurtful for other people around. You don’t wish to hurt others with your words, only him. So you had to keep your distance and try to calm down. 

To put it simply, you just needed to be alone and ask yourself: what the hell is it going to take for Dutch Van Der Linde to realize that this shit has gone too far? Because you can’t take it anymore, but most importantly, you can’t handle watching everyone else suffer the consequences of his actions.

The reason you ask these recurring questions — today more than ever — is because little Jack has been safely returned to Abigail's arms. He was abducted by the Braithwaite's a few weeks ago before they handed him over to a man named Angelo Bronte. It’s been a tireless effort ever since then to retrieve the boy from the big city, and you’re happy that the tireless effort has finally paid off, but you can’t seem to get over the sheer fact he was taken in the first place. 

Jack is a child. Just an innocent child who absolutely doesn’t deserve something as frightening as this to happen to him. It's wrong and unethical, and you can’t even begin to imagine what was going through the poor boy's mind at the time. He must have been so terrified and confused, but to hear that he was treated well and cared for was a relief. You seriously hope that this experience hasn’t been scarred into his memory, that he will soon forget as time goes on and he gets older. 

Since Dutch fucked everything up with the Gray's and the Braithwaite's, the hideout at Clemens Point was abandoned. The gang was chased away, yet again, and forced to set up camp in a place called Shady Belle. It’s a traditional looking colonial house located southwest of Saint Denis, and the swamps at the back of the mansion were filled with deadly gators and water snakes.

In your opinion, the location wasn’t ideal because it’s putting you even closer to a larger population of society, and a larger population of society means a higher risk of running into the law. You don’t like this place at all and you’re starting to understand why Arthur misses the west. There’s less lawmen out there. 

But, as much as you hated this new camp hideout, you had to make do with it and persevere. Everyone else in the gang does and to be honest, you envy their strength and resilience to this sort of stuff. They’ve endured a whole lot more difficulties and hardships than yourself, but may God be your witness, you’re trying your damn best to hold on and not give up; to be strong like them. 

Miss Grimshaw, bless her tough loving soul, offered a room in the mansion for you to share with Arthur and Joel, knowing that you like to stay close to them, but you kindly denied the offer and chose to set up camp near the main road that leads into Shady Belle as an alternative. It’s what you prefer anyways. Not only because you like the space and distance, but because you can be on the lookout for any incoming danger as well. The current warning system in place is shooting a flare into the sky, and thankfully, there hasn’t been a reason to use it yet. 

As you sat around a little fire behind Shady Belle, yearning to be back at your own camp instead, joy and relief hung heavy in the atmosphere this evening because of Jack's safe return. There was a party in progress at the moment, the booze was dished out and passed around as the gang huddled together and celebrated. You would have joined and cheered over the victory, but you didn’t feel like celebrating. Not after everything that’s happened and certainly not because it was Dutch’s fault to begin with. 

Without a glimmer of doubt, you did feel a great wave of relief and smiled fondly over the sight of Abigail smothering her son with kisses, but you just couldn’t bear to be in the presence of Dutch after finding out he has plans to work for Angelo Bronte. You couldn’t stand to look at the man or hear him speak knowing that he is going to work for the very same person who abducted a little boy over some spilled moonshine. It’s just downright shameful and ridiculous. 

Frankly, the opportunities to gather money doesn’t mean anything to you because the safety of those you care for in the gang means a hell of a lot more. The man’s money-making methods are becoming inhumane and ruthless. When will it ever be enough? You ask yourself again and shake your head disappointedly. It’s apparent from what you’ve seen so far that it will never be enough and Dutch won’t be stopped until it’s too late. He doesn’t even listen to Hosea’s counsel anymore. 

You’re not naïve and stupid. You know that Dutch doesn’t actually give a damn about Bronte and is playing him like a fiddle, but you also know from recent experience that it didn’t turn out well when he did the exact same thing to the Braithwaite's and the Gray's. It’s like history repeating itself all over again. He inserted himself and the gang between the feud, causing little jack to be kidnapped and Sean MacGuire to narrowly escape his death. But it could’ve been worse, you have to tell yourself time and time again whenever things go wrong like this. 

Sure, things could have been worse and Sean would be dead and buried in the ground right now if it wasn’t for Joel and Arthur, but none of it should have happened in the first place. They took a seemingly harmless walk through the town of Rhodes for a security job – which was arranged by the Gray's – only to be ambushed for a second time.

A gunfight broke out suddenly in the middle of the street and the bullet that would have killed Sean only just grazed the side of his head thanks to Joel’s quick reflexes. He saved the Irishman, but when they killed almost every Gray in that town and returned to Clemens Point, that’s when they found out about the Braithwaite's taking Jack and another battle quickly ensued. 

Life as of late is becoming a never ending train of violence, murder and near death experiences. You did finally learn what happened to Joel all those weeks ago when he and Arthur were taken by the O’Driscoll’s, and you were right to assume that the storm heading towards the gang was only just getting started. It’s going to get worse before it gets any better, but you wonder who else has to suffer and put their life at risk for Dutch’s grand plan in the meantime.

Surely, there’s more than enough money to disappear and evade the law. Granted there probably isn’t enough money to jump right into a lavish lifestyle, but the gang would be given a chance to start fresh and earn their keep righteously. 

Sighing miserably, you bury your face into the palms of your hands and try with all your might to cling onto hope rather than letting up and accepting defeat. You didn’t want to give up just yet and searched your brain for answers on how to help the gang. There wasn’t a job you could get that would provide everything the gangs needed, nor could you participate in the illegal activities that they get up to each and every day either. It leaves you to think about the one viable option — escaping this shitshow and taking those who matter most with you.  

Deep down inside, you know that some members would rather die than abandon Dutch, Arthur being one of those people, but you’re already prepared for that with some secretive arrangements and choosing the perfect window of opportunity to escape. It’s not the best option out there, but it’s all you have left to try and save people from impending doom. You don’t have the skills to fight and rob rich folk for money, or the ability to find a job that provides everything the gang needs, but you do have Hosea Matthews' quiet helping hand to get this master plan in motion. 

He, just like yourself, can see what’s happening to Dutch, and he, just like yourself, wants to save those who really need saving; those who deserve to be saved and given a fresh start.  

When Joel and Arthur finally returned to camp, they approached the hitching posts with smiles on their faces upon seeing the gang grouped together in celebration. It’s been a treacherous couple of hours evading the law from the big city. They don’t give up so easily and it was exceptionally harder trying to shake them off their tail. But no matter how exhausted they were, it was all a necessary effort that paid off in the end. 

The sound of Javier's voice as he played the guitar brought a great sense of pride and festivity. It was a singing testament to the safe return of little Jack and the booze being passed around was a toast to the success. He was home at last and it was truly a beautiful and glorious sight to behold.

A heavy sigh of relief left their lips like it was a breath of fresh air and a weight lifted off their shoulders. Arthur hopped down from the saddle first and marched his way into camp, taking John into a congratulating hug with a pat on his back. “You did good, Marston.” He said proudly before moving towards Abigail and Jack. 

“Oh, it’s a miracle.” The woman sobbed. Welcoming the man into her embrace and breaking into tears, he held her and her boy extra tight whilst rubbing a hand up and down her back soothingly. Neither of them should have ever experienced something like this and it infuriated Arthur to hear, feel and see how shaken up Abigail was over the whole ordeal. 

“Hi uncle Arthur.” Said Jack. 

“Hey Jacky boy.” Arthur grinned. Pulling back to look at the little guy, he felt a surge of happiness passing through his body before turning to John with a solemn look on his face. “I’m sorry this ever happened, but it will never happen again – that I will make sure of.”

Rising to his feet with that promise, he and John nodded with clear unspoken understanding. They each shared a grave look in their eyes, one that resonates their sincerity and word of honour. Nothing like this would ever happen again because everyone in the gang will make sure of it. Arthur will personally make sure of it. 

“Good job, buddy.” Joel joined in now and clasped a hand over Marston's shoulder, squeezing him gently. “I’m happy for yer, all of yer, and it’s a mighty relief to have the boy back.” 

“You said it.” John heaved with delight, also nodding in his direction for all of the help he provided. “Thank you, Joel. I appreciate everything you and Arthur did out there. I– I couldn’t have done it without ya.” 

“Yes you could, and you would have.” Joel insisted. “You did everything a father could for his son, and don’t you forget that.” He acknowledged the man's gratitude, but denied the credit since it wasn’t necessary. There was no need to thank him for what any person in their right frame of mind would do for an innocent child. He’s just happy to help out wherever and however he can with bringing a family back together. It’s the least he could do. 

Pulling John into a brief hug and a pat on his back, he looked at Abigail and Jack with a smile on his face, happy that they were finally reunited. After catching a glimpse of you on the outer edge of camp though, he excused himself and slowly made his way towards you. It worried him deeply to see you looking so dejected and dismal with your face buried into the palms of your hands.

He felt extraordinarily confused and worried because you were sitting all by yourself, as if you were hiding away from the gang and didn’t want to participate in the celebration. It wasn’t like you to isolate yourself like this. He would have thought you’d be sitting out here with the women and Hosea, sharing a beer or two over the good news. 

“Hey.” Calling out apprehensively as he approached, he noticed the way your eyes were roving over his body to check for injuries and quickly dispelled your concerns. “I’m okay, don’t worry. Me n’ Arthur did just fine out there.” He reported, then took a seat on the blanket beside you. Initially assuming that the reason you looked so dismal is because you were worried for his and Arthur’s safety, he was sorely mistaken when you still looked upset. “Is everything ok? You look sad and it’s not like you, babydoll.” He probed for answers. 

You looked at him and laughed dryly, “That obvious, huh?”

Leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips, you repositioned yourself to lay your head in his lap and rest easy knowing that he’s back from grave robbing with Arthur. It wasn’t their job nor their interest to do such a thing, but they were tasked by Angelo to check out the cemetery, and in return for the favour, they would get Jack. As you’d expect, the law showed up so they had to direct the heat away while John and Dutch brought the kid home. 

“I don’t like that you and Arthur are working for Bronte.” You said blankly, replying to Joel’s question as to why you looked sad. You didn’t want to lie to him about what's on your mind right now or sugar coat it. He needed to know how you felt. 

“I don’t either, but it had to be done, darlin’.” Joel reasoned unnecessarily. You already knew of the reasons why he had to go visit the cemetery. That was necessary to get Jack back to his parents, but continuing to work for Bronte isn’t. 

You huffed, “I know it had to be done, Joel. That’s not the problem.” 

“So what is the problem? Talk to me so I can help you, babe.” He almost begged. You heard the pleading tone in his voice and desperately wanted to tell him everything that you and Hosea were planning, but it’s better to keep it under wraps. Even though you despise the fact that you’re lying to him and keeping something as big as this secret, it was for the best because too many things could go wrong and fuck the entire thing up. You need to be careful about this, but you won’t, however, lie about how you feel towards Dutch and his plans for the gang. 

“I hate that Dutch has you running around like this. I worry all the damn time, Joel – worry that you’ll die out there and never come back to me.” Closing your eyes as you shake your head, it was agonizing to live in constant fear that someone might die and you can’t do anything about it. You can’t exactly voice your opinions to Dutch and tell him how you feel about the way he leads the gang. It would only peg you as the ‘doubter’ and make him question your loyalty. “How on earth could I live without you or Arthur?” You asked. 

 “You won’t need to because neither of us are gonna die.” He answered quickly and hoped to ease your plight, but to no avail. It wasn’t working. 

“You can’t promise me that.” Sitting up and rubbing your temples, you could feel a twinge of pain and tried to ease the oncoming headache. “Why can’t Dutch ask someone else to do these dangerous jobs for a change?” You implored desperately. Brows cinching together and lips wrinkled with anger, it was an expression that Joel didn’t like to see on your face at all. He’d gladly put anyone in their place for upsetting you, but because it’s the leader of the gang, it would cause issues for Arthur and he doesn’t want to do that. “Are you even listening to me?” You scoffed. 

“Yes.” Joel replied with a slight bark in his tone, making your face recoil even more. 

“This isn’t fair. How do you expect me to sit here day and night, acting like everything will be just fine? That you won't get hurt again?” Your hands kept balling up into fists as you struggled to find an outlet. Joel could visibly see all of your pent up rage bubbling over the surface. He’s never seen you like this before, and to be quite honest, it was rather alarming. “Don’t you dare say don’t worry because how the fuck can I not? Put yourself in my shoes, Joel. Would you worry for my life?” 

“Of course I would, bu-” 

You cut him off, “Exactly. So why does it always have to be you and Arthur that fixes everything?” 

“Because who else can fucking do it right besides me and Arthur!” He snapped out of frustration; a frustration that he didn’t mean to direct at you. “Fuck… Baby, I didn’t mean to say it like tha–” He tried to take it back, but you abruptly cut him off once again. “Oh, I know you didn’t.” You hissed before pulling yourself up from the floor. “But it’s exactly what I needed to hear.” 

Walking away without giving him a chance to speak in his defence, he quickly shot up to his feet as well and reached out to stop you. “Wait–wait goddammit.” He spun you around and held onto your arms tightly, like he was terrified to let go and never able to hold you again: like this was your last straw and you were done. “What are you saying? What does that mean?” 

Sweat began to gather along his forehead with fear and regret for raising his voice at you. He wasn’t angry with you. He’s angry because it’s the truth. You are right and so is he. It isn’t fair that it’s always left to him and Arthur to fix everything, but they’re the only people who can work together and get the job done without getting themselves killed in the process. Sure, they sometimes get a few bumps and bruises here or there, but it’s better than dying.

The way you looked at him now was harrowing. You wore a vacant expression on your face with tears rolling down your cheeks and the sight tearing his stomach to shreds. It looked as though you were suffering mentally, but were trying to hold on as hard as you could. The question of what you meant was unanswered as you fell silent and left his biggest fear hanging in the balance — his fear that you’d leave him and Arthur because you can’t take it anymore. He faltered and felt the breath escaping his lungs with that frightening possibility. 

“What does that mean?” Joel asked again, this time with a tremble in his tone and heart-ache pouring from his eyes. “How is that exactly what you needed to hear? Please say something, Y/N.” The man hoped and prayed to whoever was listening that you’d come back to him. It’s like you weren’t even looking in his eyes. You were looking through him instead, and the feeling it brought to his chest was painfully tight, as if constricting him from the ability to breathe.

These last few months have been difficult. There’s no doubt about that, but these last few weeks in particular with everything that’s happened around the Braithwaite's and the Gray's have been especially gruelling and burdensome. 

After what felt like an eternity, you finally exhaled a shaky breath and showed a fraction of emotion on your face, albeit it spoke of suffering and anguish, but it was something different from that numb expression. “Because who else can fucking do it right, besides you and Arthur?” You said simply, using his own words and hoped it would make him see things the way you do.

So long as Dutch continues with his tactics to make enough money, which will never be enough, he and Arthur will always be there to fix everything that goes wrong until they eventually can’t physically do it anymore and die. 

And just like you hoped it would, that realization started to creep into Joel’s face. He was starting to see things the way you were seeing them, and as you glanced over his shoulder to look at Arthur, you noticed that he was having the very same realization as well. The man looked broken and devastated, a wave of overwhelming emotions crashing into him all at once. It was extremely hurtful for him to hear because he loves Dutch like a father. They’ve known each other for almost two and a half decades, but he also can’t deny that he’s seen a dark change in the man he once knew. 

Lowering your head, you turned around to walk away, leaving them both to silently process everything that’s just been said and really digest it. There wasn’t anything else you could say anyways. You just wanted them to become aware of the direction the gang was heading towards and let them contemplate how or what they could do to prevent it. But when they think about it long and hard like you did, and come up short on answers, they will see for themselves that escaping is the only way out. 

Joel, you suspect, wouldn’t put up much of a fight, but Arthur will take a little more time and convincing. That you’re sure of and that’s what scares you the most. He’s tied down to Dutch with an unbroken bond of loyalty and devotedness, so it really makes you wonder just how far he will blindly follow a man that’s leading him to the end. Hopefully, not much further. 

Since you had very little interest in being social or partying with the gang this evening, you walked towards the very edge of camp near the river and sat down on the dock. You still needed that isolation and time for yourself to think about everything, and to let Joel and Arthur have a talk with each other before deciding where they stand and what to do next. It’s not your desire to split the gang apart. That’s the last thing you want to happen, but as it seems, that’s the only solution to prevent anyone else from risking their lives and dying for Dutch Van Der Linde. 

“Fuck.” Cursing under your breath, you wiped the tears from your cheeks and gave your mind a little break. The dock was just far enough away to drown out the sound of music and camp chatter to enjoy the tranquil resonance of water in the bayou instead. It was pleasantly soothing to watch the small waves rippling across the water and you could also see multiple alligators on the sporadic patches of land. While it was eerily beautiful, you didn’t dare take a chance on dangling your legs over the dock to feel the water on your feet. That would be a deadly risk of being yanked under by a gator hiding in the shallows. 

Curiously though, you did lean over the dock to take a peep into the water below. It was much too dark and murky for you to see clearly, and all the more reason to keep yourself away from the edge. You couldn’t say for sure what was down there and certainly didn’t wish to find out either. You just wanted to relax and enjoy the evening by facing the horizon, watching the sun slowly disappear for the night before the moon took over. It was a calming experience to witness, but most importantly, you enjoyed the colour transformation in the skies above. 

Much to your regret, it has been a while since you stopped and looked up at the night sky to admire the stars and constellations. You’ve been so busy and caught up with life as of late that you just simply forgot to take a break; a much needed break for yourself. In the quiet and unaccompanied moments like this, you used to spend hours gazing at the night sky and feeling at a loss for words. The last time you remember taking a break to look up at the stars was several months ago. As a matter of fact, it was a night that you could never forget. 

Back when the gang was hiding out in Horseshoe Overlook, and you stayed in that little homestead in Tall Trees, Arthur offered you and Joel to accompany him when tracking down the White Wild Arabian horse up in the snowy mountains of Ambarino. It was believed to be spotted somewhere around Lake Isabella, and as it turns out, that information was insanely accurate. You found the horse in the first hour of being there, and Arthur and Joel tamed her, but instead of heading back down the mountain, you stayed up there for one night to take a small vacation of sorts. 

Most of the day was spent setting up camp and making sure the horses were safely hitched up, kept warm and protected against the cold elements. It was an exhausting task trying to move around in the snow, but the turnout in the end was worth it. You had four or five tents connected together to make one giant temporary living space. Even the horses had their own area to be sheltered from the weather outside and after filling their stomach with food, they laid down to sleep for the night. 

You, Arthur and Joel however, didn’t really catch a wink of sleep. Hours were spent making love to each other under the stars instead, and once they were unequivocally satisfied and completely spent, you laid down with them at your sides, watching the skies beyond the tent slowly transforming from night and day. Joel remembered how much you enjoyed staring up at the stars and made the effort to put a transparent sheet of tarp in the tent for you. It was probably one of the most enjoyable nights you’ve ever had in a long time, and you wished to go back to that moment. 

Life just felt so unproblematic and simple back then, and it’s really quite shocking how fast things have changed. When you eventually came back down from the mountains, that’s when the gang was chased out of Valentine and pushed to move into Clemens Point near Rhodes. Nothing has ever really been the same since then. You don’t get the time to yourself anymore, or the time to take little vacations with Joel and Arthur either. They’re always busy with taking care of business 

Snapping out of your thoughts, the sound of the rowboat by the dock caught your attention as it thumped into wooden posts and it never occurred to you until now that the view probably looks better out there than what it does here. You then wondered if it would be a good idea to go out there. You haven’t rowed out to the middle of the river at all since you’ve been here, not even when you stayed at Clemens Point, but the thought of passing the gators was nerve-wracking. They won’t bother me if I don’t bother them, right? 

“Fuck it.” You muttered to yourself and concluded that it wouldn’t be much of a problem to just take a little journey out there  and really relax under the stars for a few hours. Checking your satchel first and making sure you have the essentials, such as a bottle of whiskey, some snacks, weapons and a book to read should you get bored – which is highly unlikely – you stood up and moved towards the rope tied around the docking posts. After untying it and climbing inside the boat, you held onto the dock tightly as your feet wobbled then took a seat in the middle. 

As you got yourself safely positioned and ready to disembark, you reached for the paddles when all of a sudden, Joel’s hand appeared from up above and grabbed them before you could. “Scoot over.” He said before climbing into the boat with Arthur mirroring his actions shortly after. Without uttering a single word in protest, you welcomed them both to join and sat back to relax. You’ve missed having their company like this anyways. It’s a good idea for all three of you to unwind for a little while and let the tensions die down. 

Once they were seated and ready to go, Joel pushed away from the dock and began rowing the boat through the winding waters in the bayou. It was getting darker and darker by the second, and to make it a little more spookier, a thick blanket of mist started to settle above the river, obscuring the view of gators and their exact whereabouts. You could hear them though, and the sound of their bellowing and hissing was frightening.  

Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to come out here all by yourself after all, but at least you have Joel and Arthur with you now. They seemed eager to take a break from chatting about things around the fire and happy to join you instead, as if it were much more enjoyable to pretend that everything about this life isn’t fucked up. You could see the battle Arthur was fighting internally. He looked confused and overwhelmed, struggling to look you in the eye and succumb to the reality that you were right about Dutch and the gang. He didn’t want to believe it, even though he knows deep down that it’s true. 

You’ve done all you can and it’s up to him now to make up his mind, but whatever he does decide, you won’t give up on finding an escape route and keeping it ready for him when shit inevitably hits the fan. You won’t be leaving without him. Reaching into your satchel, you pulled out the bottle of whiskey and took an exceptionally large mouthful before handing the bottle over to Joel. He took an even bigger mouthful of the substance before passing the bottle over to Arthur. 

The alcohol took the edge off and reduced the awkward ambience increasingly with each sip. It went down your throat like a treat with the second mouthful and warmed up your internal temperature nicely. You weren’t cold, but there was a slight breeze that pinched your skin and sent a small shiver up your spine. Once you finally broke free from the bayou, it was a relief to see miles upon miles of the river without that heavy layer of fog shrouding your sight anymore. You put your feet up on the seat beside Joel and leaned back in comfort, looking up at the glittering sky with a smile on your lips. 

It was heartening for Joel to notice such a positive difference in your mood, and consolatory for Arthur to see that you aren’t sick and tired of him. He was present during your quarrel by the fire earlier. He heard every word, but didn’t intervene and chose to listen instead. Besides, his input wouldn’t have done any good anyways. What could he possibly say? You weren’t wrong about Dutch. His methods to make money as of late have been detrimentally problematic rather than beneficial for the gang. The people are suffering and others have died because of this madness. Jenny, Mac and Davey. They all died. 

But did they die in vain? Arthur wonders. Ever since that ferry job in Blackwater, life has taken a turn for the worse and never returned to normal again. He wasn’t there, so he couldn’t see for himself how bad things were on that boat, but judging from what members in the gang have shared, it wasn’t good nor was it honourable the way things went down. Dutch killed a young innocent girl, and Arthur has never known the man to commit such a heinous act like that before. 

While Arthur undoubtedly accepts your reasons to be angry and upset with Dutch, he isn’t ready to throw in the towel and give up on him just yet. There’s still time to make things right again, but for now, he’s putting all that aside to make you his top priority this evening. It’s shameful for him to admit that he’s neglected you as of late. Daily work and business takes up the majority of his time and when he eventually returns to you late in the night, you're already asleep and much too exhausted to stay awake. He’s missed you; missed precious little moments like taking a boat ride into the middle of the river and gazing up at the stars together. 

You were laid back and relaxed when he finally lifted his head and looked at you. Even though your attention was drawn to the sky above, he smiled affectionately at the look on your face. It was a drastic difference from earlier by the fire, and just like Joel, it tore his stomach apart to see you so emotionally distressed. He’s also never seen you so angry like that before, and it must have taken quite a lot for you to even reach that level of frustration in the first place.

It’s all my fault, he said inwardly, blaming himself for not seeing things for what they are and causing your suffering. Although he felt a great deal of guilt, it brought the man some comfort to see your grin widen and your eyes close as you dangled your arm over the boat to dip your fingers in the water. It only just occurred to him that he’s never taken you or Joel out on the river before, and he should have done it sooner because you looked peaceful and relaxed. 

“Missed this, haven’t yer, beautiful?” Joel’s deep southern drawl pierced through your thoughtless gazing, the sound of his voice so delicate and heavenly to your ears. He felt the happiness radiating from you, as if it were rapidly spreading towards him and Arthur in the very best way. Each of them felt their shoulders drop with ease and reassurance knowing that you aren’t leaving as it’s both of their biggest fears. 

“Yes – yes, I have. It’s been a while, my loves.” You replied with graceful simplicity, harbouring nothing but reverence and affection in your tone of voice. The men knew you weren’t talking about how much you missed gazing at the stars, but how much you’ve missed having these moments together with just the three of you. The love you have for them is unbreakable and everlasting no matter how difficult things get in life. You’d never leave the two men you love most in this world, but truth be told, they needed to be shocked into thinking that it could happen. 

Upon feeling one of their hands resting on your leg, you hummed in content and savoured the touch you’ve been so deprived of in recent weeks. Intimacy has been the last thing on your mind since moving from Clemens Point and it was understandable given the circumstances of what happened. Soon, you felt another hand on your leg and the sensation was incredibly soothing, bringing a soft tingle to your skin that pimpled with goosebumps. Your smile deepened and you revelled in the basic human need for physical touch. 

“You missed this too, sweetheart?” Arthur asked when inching his hand further up your leg, the use of his seductive tone making your thighs squeeze together with a familiar pulse in your nether regions. You were aroused in a matter of seconds, but the contact of his calloused fingertips rubbing tantalizing circles above your knee was staggering. It felt like you were receiving your very first experience of passionate touch in the most intimate places of your body. The man was only rubbing and squeezing your thigh, but it was pure utter bliss. 

“Yes,” you exhaled a moan. Opening your eyes to look at them both, you were surprised to see that Joel had actually moved himself to sit on the deck of the boat with Arthur sitting in the middle now. They both looked at you like they were equally starved of your touch and desperate to feel the basic need for intimacy again. It’s a mutual unspoken feeling between you all, one that needs to be satiated now more than ever. Who knows when you’ll next have a moment to yourselves like this? 

“Will you let us take care of that?” Arthur proposed while slipping his hand even closer to your burning heat, parting your thighs ever so slightly before you nodded frantically in response. He held your legs and spread them apart fully now with his eyes traveling under your dress to look at the damp spot on your underwear. “Mhm. Already wet down there, I see.” Chuckling softly with a proud little smirk on his lips, he looked into your eyes and softened under your wanton expression. “Is this all for us, kitten?” 

“Uh-huh.” You moaned again, burning up under their lewd ogling at your panties. You saw Joel wetting his lips as he leaned forward and reached for your underwear, pulling the fabric down and completely off your legs before handing them over to Arthur – who then groaned deeply when holding them beneath his nose and inhaled the sweet aroma of your cunt. Flattery surfaced to your cheeks with the action, receiving a compliment from the way he looked so gluttonous for a taste. Both of them were. Their eyes were blown wide with lust and their cocks already starting to protrude outwards from their jeans. 

“Oh, me first.” Joel growled unashamedly then leaned in before his head disappeared beneath your dress. It was exciting not seeing how close he was to making contact and relying solely on the sensation of his breath steadily blowing across your pussy instead. You kept your eyes locked onto Arthur’s, watching the struggle he repeatedly faces every single time when you get intimate with each other, which is not knowing where to look as both options were evenly exciting. 

Opting to watch your face contort beautifully, he grinned when Joel finally pressed his lips against your cunt and your mouth fell open with the sultriest little moans leaving your lips. You already sounded breathless and needy, and it was all the more reason to give what you desperately desired. Not only did he finally realize what this life was doing to him, you and Joel, but he also realized that you’ve been severely neglected of physical touch as of late. Even the simplest gestures such as waking you up with a good morning kiss has been forgotten about. 

“Open your eyes and look at me, gorgeous.” Arthur ordered with gentle remonstrance, yet his steely gaze spoke of a deep primal urge to let go of all restraint and fuck you hard and deep. He was angry and frustrated as well. Not with you of course, but for the same reason Joel was angry earlier. When you opened your eyes and looked at him, they were as pretty as ever, darkened with euphoria and glossed over with lust. “That’s a good girl. Keep ya eyes on me, baby.” He rewarded you with praise, one that he knows makes you burn with passion. 

Doing as he so politely asked, you kept your eyes on the man and watched as he dug a hand inside his jeans and took himself in hand to ease the ache in his cock. He grunted and groaned from the self-pleasure whilst rubbing reassuring circles on your leg with his free hand. “Oh fuck.” You cried. Gripping the edge of your seat as you felt the peak of your orgasm nearing closer, Arthur reacted immediately out of impulse and yanked your dress up to see everything. 

He fisted his cock harder and faster now while watching Joel tongue fuck your pussy. The sound of him slurping on your desire was delicious and it was something that he loved to watch just as much as doing himself.  “Keep going and don’t ease up, Joel.” Arthur placed a hand to the middle of the man’s upper back, urging him to go faster. “She’s almost there, brother–” He looked at you now, grinning wildly. “–Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” 

“Y-Yes. God yes!” You sobbed and threw your head back, parting your legs wider to give Joel more room and Arthur an eyeful to see how wet you are – to see how ready you were for him. You recognise that look in his eyes. It speaks of temptation and a strong venereal need to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. You want it so badly; want him and Joel to fill you up completely with each bruisingly deep thrust in and out of your cunt. Just picturing them fucking you at the same time and using your pussy for their own satisfaction was enough to push you over the edge. 

“Oh fuck… I’m cumming!” You warned. Moaning through the release of your climax, Joel continued circling your clit with his tongue and plunged two fingers into you, the delightful sensation so intense that your eyes rolled back. It felt so good and you didn’t want the man to stop. Your thighs began to spasm with pleasurable aftershocks as overstimulation ran its course through your whole entire body. It eventually became too much, but you still didn’t want him to slow down. His fingers were so thick and deep, bending into a come hither motion to stroke your g-spot and draw out the sexiest whines and whimpers. “J-Joel.”  You babbled his name pathetically, teetering on the edge of passing out. 

Another orgasm was quickly approaching, but before you could even focus on the rising blissful pleasure, the boat came to an abrupt stop. You opened your eyes and looked directly at Arthur setting the paddles down, visibly eager to reach land and have his way with you. The man didn’t waste time expressing how much he needed your embrace as soon as Joel pulled back. He practically lunged forward and crashed his lips against yours, kissing you fervently while fighting to open his jeans and release himself. 

“Arthur!” You mewled upon feeling the blunt head of his cock meeting your entrance, and with a brief look into your eyes for confirmation, he surged forward. The stretch was phenomenal, causing you to make the most dirty and erotic noises. His size and width came with a slight pinch, but filled you up completely and knocked the breath out of your lungs as he buried himself to the hilt in one swift motion. He even rutted into you a couple times for good measure to make sure he was fully seated inside. You could feel the man's balls pressed against your ass. They were so firm and swollen, filled with a creamy white load just for you. 

“Oh… God damn–nngh! So fucking tight.” He uttered a string of curses directly into your ear, his breath coming hot and heavy as he wrapped his arms around your back. “Hold on for me, kitten.” Pulling you with him as he stands up, Joel helped him climb out of the boat and step onto a little island somewhere in the middle of Lannahechee River. He walked a couple feet with you held tightly in his arms, his cock still very much buried good and deep, then stopped to kneel down onto the sandy shores below. 

After grabbing handfuls of your ass for leverage, he pulled out almost all the way and sunk himself inside again, stretching you open even more than the first time before setting a brutal pace. He made you stutter and squeak deliriously, producing pornographic sounding gasps and whimpers. You could audibly hear his balls slapping against your ass each time his hips connected with yours, the sound sinful and shameful, mixed in beautifully with the deep grunts escaping his lips. Arthur was wrecked already. Just completely wrecked and desperate to reach climax. 

“Oh,” you made a surprised sound when feeling a large presence behind you. The warmth of Joel’s hands finding purchase on your hips was sparking another kind of sexual desire, accompanied with another surge of arousal to ooze out of your core. You briefly wondered if he wanted to pair up with Arthur and fuck your cunt, or if he wanted to fuck your ass instead. It wouldn’t be the first time he did it, and you hope it wouldn’t be the last either. 

There’s only been a handful of times that you’ve explored the sexual act of anal with them before and they both were so gentle with you every single time, knowing that it takes a lot more to relax and open up. The first time you tried it, they spent hours working you open with their fingers before attempting to ease their cocks inside. They minimized the pain by fucking your pussy at the same time, taking turns to distract you while the other fingered your ass. It was a new level of pleasure you hadn’t experienced before, but it’s something you look forward to experiencing again. 

When Arthur slowed down and exhaled a heavy sigh across your face, he lifted you up like you weighed nothing in his arms and provided a better angle for Joel to join in. He desperately wanted to make love to you with the man, and the position was most ideal because they could gaze into each other’s eyes while keeping you safely held up in their arms. 

“Nice and easy, darlin’.” Joel whispered softly when lining himself up at your entrance, nudging the head of his cock against Arthur’s before they both eased their way inside of you slowly. It never ceases to amaze you just how incredibly filling both of them felt when bottomed out inside, albeit it wasn’t all the way because it’s just too much to take all at once, but you’re never left feeling empty. 

You can’t ever decide what you like more; being held in the most compromising and indecent position with their bodies pinned against you, caging you in almost, or the way they nip and suck on your neck, hands pawing at your hips and boobs, grabbing handfuls of the supple flesh, or even the way their cocks feel sliding in and out of you with ease. Everything about Joel and Arthur making love to you is beautiful and sensational, especially when they kiss and hold onto each other with their foreheads glistened with sweat and their voices ringing with pure satisfaction. 

Even the way they look at you and moan through the pleasure that your pussy brings is beautiful. They looked intoxicated and drunk, as if they were riding an exceptionally powerful and lustful high. The grunting, groaning and growling sounded immodest and outrageously sexy. They even gasped and whined over your warm velvety walls squeezing their cocks. And when they reached their peaks together in unison, spilling an unbelievable amount of their load deep inside, they still couldn’t seem to take their eyes off you and moan through the orgasmic feeling of your cunt milking them of every last drop. 

“Oh God.” You whimpered sinfully. Eyes closing to revel in the ropes upon ropes of their seed painting your insides, they shared deeply passionate and insatiable kisses with each other again then turned to you, sucking on the pulse points in your neck like they were marking their territory. Joel thrusted his fingers through Arthur’s hair and kept him in place as they both grinded into you at a deliberately slow pace, pushing you over the edge of your own climax and prolonging your high as long as you could possibly take it. 

Words of praise and how much they love you muttered between fervent kisses brought you to the cusp of losing consciousness. You became soft like putty in their tight grasps, unable to move and just bask in the passionate embrace they had over you. It goes without saying that the two men you adore most in this world still enjoy crowding you with their love and devotion until you’re completely and utterly spent.

Later that evening when you finally made it back to your own camp outside of Shady Belle, you sat around the small fire while Joel and Arthur slept deeply in the tent. They were exhausted and needed the rest more than anyone else, especially after working so hard to keep the gang safe. There’s not a day that goes by where you don’t praise their efforts and thank some higher power for bringing them back to you safe and sound. They’re just doing the best they can for everybody’s safety, and so are you. 

As you sit around the fire and chat quietly with Hosea, the man had something so important to share with you that it couldn’t wait till sunrise. He brought some good news… He’s found Francis Sinclair.

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hot take: it should’ve been Izzy/Jace & Clary/Simon! Spoilers thru The Dark Artifices…

am I the only 1 who read City of Bones & City of Ashes & thought that Clary would be better w/Simon, while Izzy should be w/Jace?

hear me out!

I should start by admitting that from the 2nd chapter of COB, I disliked Clary. Throughout the series, there are SO many times where her refusal to listen to her allies makes things harder. She yells at Jace a lot in the beginning, despite the fact that he kinda saved her life. But then, all of a sudden, we’re told that her take-no-shit attitude breaks through his façade of arrogance & she’s the 1st girl he’s ever truly loved—as if that’s not dramatic. & then in COHF they fuck (while in an equivalent to Hell), since y’know, all couples have to fuck at least once before they die. & don’t get me started on how they proposed to each other.

Basically, their whole relationship is just a lot of over-the-top shit. Felt like they were both the “saviors” of the Clave, so they were pushed together (mind you, the 1st series takes place in a matter of MONTHS). It’s supercharged puppy love.

ANYWAY…

I guess my main thing is, Clary & Simon knew each other for a long time. Yeah, she somehow didn’t notice his crush on her. But she didn’t have to date him just because she wanted to ignore her feelings for Jace. (Tbh it seems like she was using Simon in that way, but whatever.) I’m a fan of friends-to-lovers, because I think your endgame should also be 1 of your best friends. & weirdly, Clary finally seems to find Simon attractive once he grows out his hair & other girls (Izzy & Maia) show an interest in him. Also, there were numerous occasions where Simon felt intimidated by Izzy, even when she treated him as a part of their group.

I’m sure that the biggest issue people have w/the idea of Izzy/Jace is the fact that they were raised together. Yeah, well, Alec had loved Jace practically since they 1st met, but we focused on Alec’s struggle as a gay young person in a partly homophobic atmosphere (+ the unrequited nature of it all). That parabatai curse from The Dark Artifices wasn’t mentioned (or *cough* created) until that series.

Back to Izzy/Jace. She’s said to be the only 1 who can keep up w/him & unless the popular theory that she’s Valentine’s other child-slash-experiment proves true…that’s fucking awesome. Whips are extremely hard & dangerous to wield, especially when you’re running in heels. So she keeps up w/him in a fight. She also keeps up w/him verbally—Jace is known to be well-read & sassy, but she always has a witty retort prepared for him. & again, for those who focus on them being raised together…1) there were lots of unrelated Shadowhunters living under 1 roof & 2) Jace thought he was related to Clary, but aside from some guilt, they still got all hot & bothered about each other. Lastly, everyone seems to forget that Simon lowkey cheated on Izzy & Maia by secretly dating them both AT THE SAME TIME. Considering Izzy’s relationship w/her dad in TMI, you’d think that’d cross Simon off of her list. Jace, on the other hand, is ridiculously loyal. The only time he ever does anything to hurt his love interest is when he’d rather hurt their feelings than watch them die.

So yeah…

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Are there any of the housewardens that Billy is intimidated by or scared of, despite him being a giant? And is there one that he respects more than others?

I'll just run through the list of Housewardens, and Billy's thoughts on each of them. ;) RIDDLE

When Riddle first met Billy, he didn't like the big guy at all. Keep in mind, Billy is a man-eating giant who tried to kidnap two of Riddle's students, and who has various treasures he's taken from "little ones" over the years. So, at first, Riddle not only disliked but also distrusted Billy a lot. However, over time, I think Riddle realized that Billy's really not as bad as he at first seemed...but with that said, considering the big guy's dumb as a brick and has a near-complete lack of social decorum, it's hard to say he's best buddies with Billy. I think it's best to say Riddle tolerates and perhaps feels mild affection for Billy, but he also gets annoyed by the giant a lot.

LEONA

Leona does NOT like Billy AT ALL. First of all, Billy is basically a big dumb kid, and I think that phrase alone gives you some idea of why he would get on Leona's nerves a lot. But second of all, Billy's mere existence helps to humble Leona a bit; it puts him a little on edge. While Leona is, I think, much more skilled with magic - and obviously a lot smarter - than Billy is, as well as having whatever power and status he has from being a Prince...Billy can literally become the size of a building and potentially flatten him. Of course, at the same time, Leona could turn him into a massive pile of sand, if he really wanted to. So it's always very touch-and-go when he encounters the big guy; Billy, meanwhile, I think actually WANTS to be Leona's friend, and even shows him respect as a housewarden...but he's not scared of Leona almost at all. If he feels like Leona is messing with him or people he cares about too much, he'll readily stand up to him without any hesitation or holding back.

AZUL

From Billy's standpoint, the relationship is similar to that of Leona: Billy actually WANTS to be Azul's friend, but he's also ready to call Azul out on his BS and even threaten him, if the need arises. As for Azul...he thinks Billy is an easy score. Except when he doesn't. XD See, on the one hand, Azul is completely and totally aware of the fact that not only does Billy have a veritable hoard, but he is also incredibly dimwitted and has a sort of childish optimism. These are things that, in his greedy mind, he's more than eager to take advantage of. HOWEVER, he's also more than aware of the fact that if he messes up, he literally runs the risk of being perhaps Billy's first taste of octopus. And while Billy IS extremely gullible, he can also be very vengeful; he doesn't forget when someone makes him mad. So, again, it's very touch-and-go when the two meet, just for totally different reasons.

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KALIM

They are semi-besties. Plain and simple. XD Kalim really doesn't care about Billy's past or Billy's temper or anything like that. The two are very much kindred spirits; they're both big, silly children who don't fully understand the world around them. They're both used to getting what they want and having more than adequate means to manage it. And they're both people who believe in making friends before enemies. Billy, of course, isn't EXACTLY the same as Kalim, on multiple levels, but the two get along very, VERY well. The reason I say "semi-besties" is because I don't think the two hang out a lot together, for multiple reasons...but anytime the two do meet, they might as well be twins. XD

VIL

When Vil first met Billy, he HATED the overgrown ignoramus. Vil is Billy's housewarden, and so he's the one who has to deal with the big potato more than anybody else. And Billy is - to be blunt - kind of everything Vil finds APPALLING. I think, even to this day, it baffles Vil how the giant got sorted into HIS dorm in the first place, because - even more than Epel - Billy just seems such an anomaly in Pomefiore. So, at first, he GREATLY disliked the big fat ball of blubber. HOWEVER, just like Riddle, over time he came to feel affection for the big lug. He got to understand Billy better, and saw more and more the values he had as a person, and perhaps get some vague notion of what he's doing in Vil's house. I think now he's sort of a constantly-annoyed big brother figure to Billy: he's strict, he's stern, he's perennially frustrated...but he does genuinely care about the big lummox. As for Billy...more than any other housewarden at Night Raven, Billy shows the most respect for Vil. Schoenheit made it VERY clear where the two of them stand early on; he's one of only two housewardens Billy never refers to as "little friend," and he is always seeking Vil's approval and praise. Hearing Vil compliment him is something that fills Billy with joy beyond compare. I also think Billy WORRIES about Vil, weirdly enough: like, considering how Vil is so persnickety, as well as having a strict diet, Billy legitimately feels concern, worrying if his housewarden is eating right and getting enough rest. Vil usually just dismisses this foolery.

IDIA

Idia's reaction to Billy can best be described as "NOPE." After all, the overblown baby is a bubbly extrovert and cuddlebug with about half a brain cell, which is already a problem for someone like Idia. But when you top off that fact with the notion he could cause havoc for Idia's science elements, and that he EATS PEOPLE? Yeah, that's...absolute TERROR for Idia, at that point. Billy is just all kinds of levels of O HORROR AND DESPAIR SPARE ME GREAT GODS for Idia. Humorously, I think Billy is completely oblivious to this, and thinks Idia is adorable and sweet...in more ways than one. ;)

MALLEUS

Alongside Vil, Malleus is the housewarden Billy respects the most. This is primarily because Billy is actually legitimately SCARED of Malleus. He doesn't hate Malleus, mind you; if, Heaven forbid, Malleus were in trouble and needed Billy's help (unlikely, but not out of the question), Billy would assist him without much hesitation. But he genuinely finds Malleus to be SCARY, and has ever since they first met. Even if he's in his giant form, Billy tries to be respectful and is always a little nervous around the dragon prince. The last thing he wants is to make Malleus angry. Ironically, Malleus has no ill will towards Billy whatsoever; he's essentially "neutral" towards the giant. Nothing against him, but no strong opinions. They are cordial, to say the least.

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