#mapped like actual DICK and ASS

[devotedlystrangewizard]

at first i considered engage to be one of the more strategic harder fire emblems (and compared to three houses it definitely is but thats a low bar) but no. its power fantasy. currently my main powerhouse is ivy + soren. they obliterate everything that dares to not have high resistance. wyvern rider? one shot. high def unit? one shot. everyone does decent damage at this point but for a unit i wrote off as a unit i only put on the field because i like her at first.

[alanisstonedd]

I feel like marine!rafe is definitely the type of man to film a nasty sexy sex tape😩

YALL HE LOVEEEE A GOOD TAPPEEE OMG

like im not even lying the collection is EXTENSIVE. like its a full folder with everythingggggg in it from long multi-angle movies and short nasty clips, to professionally captured photoshoots of you and quick low quality snapshots. girl hes thorough.

he takes this shit very seriously, considering hes gone for months at a time and its the closest he can get to the feeling of actually being with you! he has a high sex drive its torture :( frequently sends you nut vids while hes away, where all you can hear is his low groans and the shlick shlick of his hand jerking his cum covered dick, letting you know exactlyyyy what pic or vid of you made him cum. sometimes when he feels rlly pent up and depraved, he'll cum to the sweet photo of you he keeps in his combat utility uniform, picturing emptying his full balls onto that sweet angel face.

loves filming in a dark room and putting the flash on you, the bright light reflecting off the sheen of sweat on your body, giving the cum spread all over & dripping out of you a pearlescent gleam, making your beautiful eyes sparkle as you're kneeling in front of him drooling all over his dick.

sometimes yall are fucking so hard he has to throw the phone off into the room somewhere, too focused on making your eyes roll backing into your head to worry about filming, the rest of the video just a black screen with the most insane audio you've ever heard - the consistent squelching of him fucking into you, your combined moans like echoing through the space, the slap of his skin against yours AND his hand on your ass..

he especially loves to capture all the kinky shit yall get into, snapping pictures of your blushing skin cinched up in red shibari from multiple angles, videos of your extensive throat training, his orders and praise grunted at you lowly over the gluck gluck of his thick mushroom head pushing into your throat, your head completely relaxed into his hold.

actually loves being filmed, especially when he’s munching on that pussy. he thinks it’s so cute — the way your giggling smile behind the camera immediately fades into an “o” or a moan trapped behind your pinned bottom lip when he suckles on your throbbing clit so intensely, his lashes fluttering shut in actual bliss. will wink at the camera as your filming skills deteriorate with each suck of your entire fluttering pussy into his mouth. will TAUNT you about it as he preps your ass. matter fact - the taunting is a constant when you’re filming as he fucks into you like a he wants you to drop the camera.

he blushes soooo hard when you reach for the phone while he’s licking at your tits, tatted hands caressing you, like he’s mapping every inch. he suckles with his eyes closed, cheeks reddened, peeking an eye open when he nips at your stiffened buds just to check your reaction. leaves hickeys ALL over them — basically all over you entirely when he first gets home from deployment — letting your nipple fall out his mouth with a pop!

makes him feral when you snap a cute selfie as yall are heavy petting. in no hurry, just chilling, working each other up, making each other feel good — your top half on, his hand down your pants, working them off you in no rush whatsoever, his cock pulled out of his shorts, YOUR hand stroking his glistening dick, his face in your neck, blue eyes locked on the camera. you can see all of it in the pic.

bonus! discreet selfies in public when his hands are feeling up where they shouldn’t beeee, his teeth nipping at your neck, whispering how hard your getting fucked when yall get home

pics AND vids in dressing rooms — victoria & her secret are the usual victim — as model for him. posted in between his huge thighs, his head peaking out from behind you in the mirror, huge hands already working the garments off you, wet kisses placed wherever he can get to

pics and vids in the truck 😩 you stroking his half out dick across the console with a smile, or his thick fingers stuffed in your drooling pussy, other hand on the wheel, HAT BACKWARDS SHADES ON. snapshots of you, bare in the truck bed, completely fucked out and leaking, sunset in the back..

[seongminiz]

proving a point (and kind of failing) – p.sh

. . ? sunghoon gets handcuffed (hell yeah) – smut / minors dni ; 828 words

cw handcuffs , afab reader , handjob , orgasm denial , unprotected sex , a lil bit of dumbification

🗯️ yk the drill , this isnt proof read – it wasn't even supposed to be this long but my pretentious ass got poetic n ended up writing more than expected .. n then i got bored n sleepy so it became kind of ass idk honestly .. not proud of this one but i'll live i need to allow myself to be a mediocre writer bc at the end of the day its not that deep

handcuffing sunghoon to the bed's headrest , restraining him n saying for once you are going to be in charge ,, when really , you both know sunghoon is merely granting you the illusion of power , for his own amusement , his eyes following your every action waiting for the moment you'll cave in n admit defeat , letting him take control again .

it's all a game to sunghoon , n maybe to you too – but it's also a matter of proving yourself .

you straddle sunghoon's hips , stubbornly ignoring his sweet , sweet voice as he plays his part , pleading for you to hurry up and touch him already in a whiny tone that feels almost mocking.

'shut up,' you retort as you drag sunghoon's boxers down his legs , leaving them around his knees without much care . sunghoon is right, in a way : you do have to hurry up , not dwell for too long on the details, take what you want without giving it more than half a thought to not let your resolve crumble and let him take control again .

sunghoon bites back a whine as your fingers wrap around his dick. for a second – it feels like an eternity to him – you just stay there , running your fingertips along the circumference of his cock, tracing its details as if you need to map it out, as if your body, your insides haven't already memorized its every single millimeter , to exhaustion.

'i told you to hurry,' sunghoon lifts his hips, searching for more friction that you don't grant him as you retract your hand with a smirk.

'and i,' you actually wrap your hand around sunghoon's cock now, giving it the smallest squeeze before pumping it once. 'told you to shut up.'

you don't know how your voice doesn't shake , how you manage to meet sunghoon's eyes as you start to slowly , painfully drag your hand up and down his length , to hold his gaze when you pick up the pace and he finally – or at least , for a moment – gives in , tilting his head back and letting you take your time with him .

it's not long before sunghoon feels the incipit of an orgasm building up in him . in his defense , he's been rock hard ever since he got in this predicament, if not before you even told him you wanted to take charge for the night . sunghoon just thinks you're the hottest person to ever walk earth, and anything you do could get him bricked up without you even trying to.

just as sunghoon is about to voice just how close he is , your touch disappears again , a satisfied smile creeping on your face when you hear him groan in disappointment.

'you just have to be a little patient,' you reassure him , your nails lightly scraping the inside of his thighs.

you lift your hips slightly and push your panties to the side , you grind down on sunghoon's cock and let your wetness coat it , your legs shaking when his tip bumps into your clit before you finally align it to your entrance and let yourself sink down on him slowly .

so agonizingly slow sunghoon genuinely feels like he's about to go insane . he uselessly pulls at his restraints , the urge to hold you , grab your hips and pull you down onto his cock all at once almost unbearable as he feels you take him centimeter by centimeter , clenching around him .

you hold back your own moans , trying so hard to mantain the dominant role you've taken up , despite how feeling so full , so close to sunghoon is enough to reduce your brain to mush .

'sunghoon' you call out , bracing yourself on his toned stomach so you can lift yourself up just to immediately slam down – it's too fast , and slightly painful , but you need it , immediately missing the fullness when you raise your hips .

'what is it, baby?' there it is . that tone , the condescension that had been barely shining thigh his words earlier , now clear as day even in your fogged up brain .

your frown, grinding your hips as you try to form a coherent thought. 'it's...' you don't manage to finish the sentence, half trailing off , half interrupted by sunghoon bucking his hips up to distract you . this motherfucker .

sunghoon is now shooting you a smug smile , a raised eyebrow as if he's challenging you . he looks back at the handcuffs for a moment. 'whenever you want, baby.' he reminds you , voice softer .

you decide that fuck it , you can't take it anymore. fuck being in charge, fuck your pride and fuck sunghoon – literally and figuratively.

it's not long before you have freed sunghoon from his restraints , leaving sweet , delicate kisses on the marks that have formed on his wrists before his hands find your hips , moving them for you as he holds you close to his chest , his mouth busy licking and kissing along your neck to muffle his moans as he finally gets to fuck you properly.

[stevecore]

random shit keeping me up at night:

steve has no plans other than working at family video for the rest of his life until he randomly goes with eddie, jeff and garet to la to check out some shady record deal they've been offered, because being a formerly wanted criminal and survivors of the infamous hawkins town disaster doesn't hurt your cred as a metal band. all ozzy did was bite the head off one little bat.

they've sent out a handful of tapes and some actually get picked up, even though everyone wants money just to take a meeting. steve is planning to plant his pretty ass down on venice beach for a week and do fuck all when he's approached by an excited looking punk girl asking if he's ever acted, modelled, anything? he has a look. he has the look for a project she's working on, she's co-director, would he be interested?

which is how steve harrington end up playing one of the lead roles as an undead jock in the worst b-rate horror flick you've ever seen. the kind that gets passed around at parties as joke. robin makes fun of it for the rest of his life, but he's the best thing in it and it puts him on the map. he's got natural charm and comedic timing, and the fact that he's basically playing himself and everyone adores working with him keeps landing him bigger roles.

meanwhile eddie cannot believe his awesome scream king boyfriend and the fact that he's casually hanging out with some of eddie's heroes. he's filming with john landis. cronenberg wants him for project. barbara crampton gushes about working with him. steve didn't even know who half these people were, is an unrepentant romcom fanboy. when asked by fangoria who he'd like to work with in the future he says john hughes, and everyone thinks its a really funny joke. only eddie knows how much of a dweeb steve really is.

corroded's kind of dead in the water at this point, but they've got a solid first album and steve is pretty close with the director he's working with at the moment, and the film is in development mainly off of steve's typecasting anyway. so steve is like "sammy, what about a psychadelic metal concept album running through the entire film?" and eddie's like "did you just call sam fucking raimi 'sammy'?" and sam is like "sure, set something up" *shrugs and goes back to writing about a demonic witch cult that steve's unassuming quarterback has to fight off with a cursed bible and a nail bat in a small town in iowa (some of which is steve's idea, thank you very much, its a collab for the ages)*

corroded coffin's soundtrack ends up a success, and much later a lauded cult classic. they get signed by someone who doesn't work out of a basement. steve is a hit, and its the first time he sees this many people dressed as a character he played for halloween, which is a trip. dustin sends him a pic from a party at his college wearing his now iconic letterman jacket and the bat and steve has genuinely never been as proud of anything he's worked on.

he lands a tiny part with about two lines as 'guy who gets face eaten' in a john carpenter film and john falls in love and makes him kurt russel's younger brother in a lovecraftian story about a a mysterious extraterrestrial force unleashed during a solar eclipse. eddie munson shakes kurt russels hand for about ten of the wildest seconds of his life at the premiere party. he'll score a song for john years later, and john will remember how much of a hyper fanboy he'd been that night and enough time will have passed thats it funny.

steve takes him to dinner with bruce campbell, who likes to call him kid apparently while steve tells him to fuck off, hes 8 years older and a dick, and apparently this is some injoke between them. eddie is dating a dude that has injokes with bruce campbell. eddie barely eats the entire time, just keeps about half a billion questions about every minute detail of evil dead to a minimum and lets the guy breathe. he's pretty sure bruce knows they're together, even though they dont go around announcing it, and he seems cool. he signs an autograph that eddie only feels a little mortified about asking for while steve rolls his eyes.

and steve is like i dont understand why me being a kickass point guard for three years didnt do shit for you but getting sprayed by a fuckton of fake blood in this terrible stephen king adaptation impresses you but ill take it.

eventually eddie composes a couple of songs solo for a scifi that does reasonably well and just leans fulltime into scoring. as a personal favor, john and him chainsmoke their way through a few collaborations on eddie's first and final solo record in the late 90's. it's indisputably his best work, and he tells steve he can die happy now.

they're just an adorable little horror power couple and i live for it

[deadsetobsessions]

Some night, he flew above the twinkling lights of Blüdhaven’s buildings, wind rushing through his hair and the feeling of weightlessness pushing at the curve of his back.

There were a multitude of things that Dick Grayson appreciated, loved, Bruce for. One of those things would always be that his adopted dad allowed him to fly once more, even after his parents’ wings were cut.

In the air, he was home.

In the air, Dick Grayson felt like he was living up to, flying alongside, the Flying Graysons. Every flip, every trick he used to go faster, to fight better, felt like his parents were there guiding his every move.

Time healed his hurt, but still, the hole in his heart remained.

So when one of his best friends, a ghost vigilante by the name Phantom, asked him if he wanted to see his parents, he froze like a deer in bright white headlights.

“What…?”

Phantom did a flip in midair. “Wanna see your parents? They’ve been asking if they could talk to you.”

“My parents… are ghosts?” That was the least pressing question he had right now, but it was all his mouth could speak.

“Kind of. It’s complicated,” Phantom side-eyed him. “It would require going into the zone.”

And just like that, Dick understood. After the Amity Park came onto the map and the Justice League fixed the human and alien and meta rights violations that were happening right under their nose, Phantom had permanently closed all access to the Zone. Save, of course, for himself and a few magic users, who all refused to anger the King of the Dead.

“The only way you’re getting to my people now, is through me. Should anyone try to get into the zone, without my permission… I will make sure that you and your family’s afterlives will pay the appropriate price.”

No-one wanted to test his threat. The afterlife is something few fucked with and came back whole.

The Phantom they’d seen on the news then was incredibly different than the one in front of him now. Dick knows, understands now, that it was because Phantom trusted him. After years of being denied help, years of struggling all by himself to keep reality from collapsing while avoiding getting experimented on by humans understandably closed his heart.

“You’d take me into the Zone?” Dick didn’t know what he was feeling. Hope, fear, trust, touched, happiness, something.

A lot of things.

Danny shrugged. “Yeah. I trust you,” he said as he glanced back at Dick-at Nightwing. “Only you, though. No one else.”

The question that remained was whether Dick trusted Phantom too. And considering the fact that the ghost king ironically saved his ass from being killed a couple of times meant, “Yeah. I- I’d love to.”

Danny smiled, all pointed teeth and solemn trust. “Okay. Let’s go.”

“Now?!” Dick stood up anyways, his heart in his throat. Danny held out a gloved hand.

“Yeah, now. Haven’t you heard that death waits for no one?” At Dick’s concerned look, Danny added, “Don’t worry. You won’t actually die. You’ll come back whole and alive, I promise.”

“Oh, okay. Let’s go, then!”

——

Clark Kent threw himself out of the window, Superman suit already on.

Seonds later, he was hovering in front of Bruce’s shadowy form on top of a gargoyle.

“Clark,” Batman greeted in his gravelly voice, irritated. “What.”

“Batman, Nightwing’s heartbeat- it disappeared!”

Bruce’s heartbeat stuttered.

[cheshitora]

SORRY I MEANT PHYSICALLY SENSITIVE like does he get hard fast or whimper from the slightest touch? i should've elaboratedskdkaldksl - 💭

lol its okay, i figured you meant physically but i just wanted to make sure

IS KAZUTORA SENSITIVE?

╰┈➤ He definitely is, in my opinion. Of course, you're allowed your own interpretations but Kazutora has always seemed the sensitive type to me.

╰┈➤ Any light touch to his skin or body in general seems to make him shiver delightfully, even if your touch is delicate or unintentional.

╰┈➤ Unintentional/innocent touches seem to rile him up the most, since obviously you don't mean to make him horny but whenever your ass brushes against him when you try to pass by him, or if you caress his arm or chest lovingly, he can't help the shaky whimper that escapes his lips or the way he shuts his eyes and tries to not focus on the rush of heat pooling in his lower abdomen.

╰┈➤ He's tried to be better about it but he can't help it sometimes. The second he's alone, the need to fish his cock from his pants and wrap his hand around his shaft becomes nearly unbearable. His mind immediately wanders back to the soft touch of your fingers against his skin or how your breasts pushed up against his arm when you held onto him in a clingy manner, the sickeningly sweet smile on your face burned into his vision as he desperately pumps his cock, needy moans erupting from his throat.

╰┈➤ But, you're keenly aware of how sensitive your boyfriend is. In fact, that's sort of the reason why you press against him the way you do. There's nothing more beautiful than the pink blush that dusts his cheeks when he feel his dick harden in his pants, how he swallows the lump in his throat as he resists the urge to grind his hips into yours.

╰┈➤ He gets embarrassed by it though so just be sure to reassure him that there's nothing wrong. Maybe give him a little kiss or two on his cheek, and then his neck. Oh yeah, because he just can't resist the feel of your lips on his neck and the way your tongue sweeps across his skin. He's already mewling and forcing you onto his lap to grind on his bulge the second your mouth makes contact with his neck, hot, wet kisses sprinkled all over his sensitive throat.

"B-Babe, please..."

"Please, what?"

╰┈➤ Poor Tora can't get more than a few words out. You know what he wants but he's a little embarrassed to ask. He likes to prove to you that he can be in control, but when you take the lead from him, who is he to take control from you? He actually enjoys the moments when you have him shaking under your body. He loves the rush of ecstasy when you slip your hand under his shirt, mapping out his toned muscles under your touch until you reach his pierced nipples, tugging and pinching them gently in a way that has him bucking his hips up into you, another shaky moan escaping his pretty mouth.

╰┈➤ And yes, he's sensitive so he cums a little fast. Can't dry hump because he's coming in his pants. Can't suck his cock for too long because he's painting your face with his seed in a matter of minutes. Can't let him eat your pussy because he'll rut into the bed and blow his load in his pants again. All the while his face contorts in pleasure and he whines uncontrollably, his pretty moans filling your ears as you watch him come undone for the nth time, a sight and sound you had become used to.

╰┈➤ The prettiest moans for the prettiest boy, you think. Yeah, needless to say, Kazutora's sensitive but don't tell anyone I told you that.

che's final note :: lol, i do genuinely love the idea of a sensitive kazutora. it's so yummy. he's just too cute i love him to death. you're allowed to disagree obvi since i also do believe he can restrain himself, but sensitive kazutora 🫦 yummmmm

[purple-worm]

i know that folks from the west are not easily giving into support for palestine because “well israeli civilians dont deserve to die, stop being a dick by cheering for this”

and listen. we understand that very well. we cannot cheer for innocent people losing their lives. but we wouldnt BE here today if this were something that could have been sorted out over a negotiation

netanyahu just last week, w a disgusting ass smug face made it clear at the UN GA that he was redrawing the map of the middle east. he was literally there with a board and a marker pen, shamelessly redrawing a map of israel over palestine. people fucking clapped. there is video footage, goo look at it.

and that’s just what the west is seeing. what the west has been conveniently ignoring, or worse, supporting, is the apartheid in palestine for the past 100 years. what is happening in israel today, theyve been doing exactly that and Worse for a century in palestine.

any both sides argument misses the fucking point because it ignores a whole history of how theyve fucked over the palestinian people. not just outright killing their people but also stealing land and resources and redirecting them to the israeli cause.

but the west doesn’t actually give a fuck about arab countries or its people, in fact actively funds genocide. so eat your shitass opinion about not celebrating the one time palestinians have managed to look like a threat.

as hopeful as we are, we know israel is too powerful and has the west as its ally. but this is what palestinian journalist had to say about it “they have decided to fight and die on their feet, rather than just die on their knees”

another journalist reporting from gaza said “well the people in gaza are used to airstrikes of this kind so they have a standard protocol on how to evacuate and know when to give up, and go down together as a family”

let the enormity of those statements sink in, and then maybe you can fucking talk about both sides.

[toxintouch]

Kinktober speedrun time! I actually wasn't using a specific prompt list when I started writing this one so I guess it's filling the spot of the free day on this list I found that came from inside the fandom. Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!

18+ Content MDNI || Dom!Mhin x Reader

PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Mhin, overstimulation + a little brat taming (as a treat) + coming multiple times/just from penetration (which is completely not possible for most people but what are we here for if not to fantasize?)

OTHER INFO: "You" pronouns used for MC/Reader. Unspecified genitalia (for both). Does Mhin have a dick?  Does Mhin have a strap?  Do they have something else going on entirely?  I have kindly allowed you to decide, dear reader.  Reader's situation is similarly vague but they are the receiving partner in penetrative sex.

“This is what you needed the whole time, huh?”  You can't find your voice well enough to answer.  Not that they're expecting you to; you haven't said anything intelligible for the past twenty minutes.

“Acting like a brat all week.  But you start behaving once you get some dick in you.  Not sure why I wasted my time ‘lecturing’ you when you just needed a good fuck.”  You moan out a mindless sound of agreement, arching your back into their thrusts.  You’ll agree to whatever degradation they'd like so long as they don't stop.

Mhin fucks like they hunt.

Lithe and powerful, every movement precise.  Each effortless, wet slide is an equal measure of exquisite and purposeful. They grind into you, rutting against your sweet spot relentlessly until you can't see straight. You cum again, whimpering disjointed praise into the musky sheets.  

They grant you mercy for a beat.  Long enough for you to catch your breath, for legs to stop shaking and the aftershocks to begin to abate. You can feel their keen eyes sweeping over your form, performing a mental check in.

Deciding if you can take more or if they're satisfied with the mess they've made of you, lube and saliva and cum dripping down your thighs.

Then they're fucking into you again, brutally gratifying and searingly, overwhelmingly good.  You try to squirm away, overstimulated, but their hands grip both of your thighs, yanking you back harshly, keeping you speared open for them.  Their chest pushes into your back as they force you into the mattress, using their body weight to gain leverage, fuck you deeper, their hips pressed firmly into your ass.

“You're not going anywhere until I've fucked the reckless behavior out of you.”

You thrash on instinct, the pleasure sharp like a knife edge, too hot and insistent and all consuming to be bearable.  It feels–too good, too much–you can't tolerate it–you can't force yourself to stay still and accept the onslaught even though you want to.  

When Mhin fucks you like this, it’s a punishing grind–they’re not thrusting so much as they are abusing the place inside of you that makes you see stars, sets off a chain reaction of pleasure in your core that you can feel throbbing at the apex of your thighs. Your world threatens to narrow down to just this sensation, the push and pull of ecstasy that Mhin is giving you.  You want to allow it to happen; let your mind empty, let your bitterness and your fight fall away. You both know you need that, and you both know you can't get there without Mhin holding you down.

Mhin wrenches the next orgasm out of you, the pleasure stretching out for long, slow seconds as you lose track of time, lose track of the absolutely lurid noises you're making.  It's a release beyond just the physical. A head rush you can't quite explain. Liquid reverie flowing through your veins. Mhin's touch is comforting as you come down. Gentle, strong hands helping you shuffle out of the wet patch below you, laying you on your back.  Their hands wander, pressing firmly into your strained muscles and mapping your body like you're their new favorite anatomical diagram, idly tracing the unique features of your skin usually hidden by your clothes.

You lean into their touch, humming contently. “You're so sweet like this,” Mhin murmurs, falling lax against you.  They weigh more than you'd expect based off of their slim frame, but it's a comforting weight. You feel soft and pliant with their eyelashes brushing against your cheeks.  They move in to press their lips to yours, coaxing your mouth open for several deep, molasses kisses. 

“...Makes me want a taste.”

Their mouth travels down, pausing at the places they know are the most sensitive before hovering above your sex.

You dig your fingers into the sheets with shaking arms and hold on tight.

A/N: Mhin’s biggest kink is brat taming (via: overstim esp) & I will not accept criticism on this (/lh) mhin gets off on getting other ppl off until they are incoherent. they like the feeling of control. thank u for coming to my ted talk

18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦Kinktober Speedrun on Ao3

[daniiwrites]

Ties That Bind - Chapter 4

Warnings: Minors DNI. Language. Breeding kink. Smutty times ahead.

Word count: 4.8 k

Rebuilding my tag list, so please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed. Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated. It's how us writers know you like what we're putting out. I love hearing y'all's thoughts.

Chapter 4

2/13/2025 12 weeks pregnant

“Are you sure about this, Aaron? I don’t wanna get you in trouble.”

“I’m the star of the show, Jade,” he said with a little laugh. “I’m allowed to have a guest visit me. Where are you? I don’t see you.”

“Just made it past the gate. The map he gave me is a little confusing.”

“Just come straight down and when you pass the water tower, bear left. You’ll see our basecamp. I’m out here.”

Jade nodded, following his directions until she saw signage pointing her in the direction. She couldn’t help the big smile on her face when she saw him standing next to his Porsche. He motioned for her to park next to him and she slowly pulled in. Jade hung up her phone as he approached, opening her car door for her. 

“How’s my pretty baby?”

Jade giggled softly, throwing her arms around his neck as he playfully lifted her out of her Mercedes. Taking advantage of the fact that they were blocked from view by her large Mercedes, he dipped his head, kissing her softly. Jade eagerly kissed him back, her hands coming up to cradle his face.

“Missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she whispered, a soft blush on her cheeks.

“C’mon… you can put your bag in my trailer. We’re getting ready to film a stunt,” he said with a little smile. 

He wrapped her small hand in his, guiding her over to his trailer. He opened the door for her, a hand on her lower back as he ushered her inside. 

“This is nicer than I thought it would be,” she said with a little laugh. She sat her purse on the sofa, smiling when he walked up on her, making her look up at him. 

“You look good, baby,” he murmured, slipping his arms around her waist and bringing her flush against his big body.

“Thank you… You know I’m actually digging the no facial hair.”

“Really?” He dipped his head, trailing little kisses along the side of her neck. “I hate it. Makes me look too young.”

Jade smirked, slipping her arms around his neck and brushing her fingertips against the sensitive skin there.

“I mean, you’re fine as hell either way. This is just an interesting change. The no facial hair plus glasses is deadly though.”

He snickered, one big hand moving down to grip her ass check.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t already know that…”

He swallowed her next words when he covered her lips with his, his tongue slipping out to meet hers. Jade moaned, pressing her breasts against his chest as he practically devoured her. A little whimper came out when he gripped her ass cheek, the action pulling her pussy lips apart. He slipped a hand down to the slit at the back of her skirt, coming dangerously close to her lace covered pussy.

“What color panties do you have on?”

“Red.”

His dick jumped against her belly when he heard her.

“I think that’s my favorite color on you.”

A knock at his trailer door had her pulling back like a guilty teenager. Aaron shot her a look and pulled her back against him.

“Yes?”

“They’re ready for you on set,” came the voice of the base camp AD.

“Alright. I’ll be out in just a moment. Can you ask props for an additional chair near me please?”

“Of course!”

Aaron dipped his head, kissing her again, but sweeter this time. Damn, this man could kiss… He slowly pulled back, lust clear in his eyes. He chuckled when he looked down at her, loving the lusty dazed look on her pretty ass face. Having her here in his trailer gave him a new fantasy of fucking her in it. He let her go with a little pop on her ass, not missing the little pout on her lips.

“Later, mama… I promise.”

Jade could feel that damn blush flushing her face when he said that. She thanked God her darker complexion hid it mostly. She followed Aaron out of the trailer, and he took her hand in his as he guided her over to the stage door. It was dark inside and she blindly followed him with one hand on his back, letting him lead her over to where the cast chairs were staged. There was one next to the one with Aaron’s name and he motioned for her to have a seat if she wanted. Despite having grown up in Southern California, she’d never been on a film set before and looked around excitedly. This was all pretty cool to her. Now that he was back on set, Aaron maintained an American accent and it was a little jarring to hear. Damn…now she wasn’t sure which one she liked more. 

Aaron glanced over at Jade as she watched him get harnessed up for the stunt, chuckling when he saw how excited her cute little ass looked. It was nice having her here with him, getting to show her something he held close to his heart. It was rare that he invited anyone to set, but he’d wanted to see her today. Aaron knew he was gonna be here until after nine or ten that night, but it had already been a few days since he’d seen her. And he missed her. He wasn’t scared to admit that. They were taking things slow and getting to know one another, but energy didn’t lie. He felt at peace with her. Like he didn’t have to put on airs or act like someone he wasn’t. She was easy to be around and that made him believe that he was making the right choice. Their baby was coming whether they were together or not. That was something he couldn’t control. But he was determined to at the very least, be a supportive partner to her. Hopefully… that turned into something deeper.

Once camera was up and they were ready to shoot, Aaron brought her over to video village, introducing her to the episode’s writer and director. She could watch all the action from right here. He pressed a quick kiss to her temple before walking on to set, preparing himself for what they were about to shoot. Stunts were always a fun for an actor like him. As much as he enjoyed a meaty script that gave him the opportunity to flex his actor muscles, stunts were a chance to do some wild shit he wouldn’t ordinarily get to do.

“Is this your first time watching Aaron on set?”

Jade turned towards the man Aaron had introduced her to as Chris, the writer of the episode.

“It is,” she replied back with a little smile. “I’m actually good friends with his stunt double, so this is my first time seeing both of them.”

“It’s been amazing watching this episode come to life. It’s gonna look so good when it finally airs.”

Jade smiled, feeling oddly… proud of her… what exactly was he to her? Aaron was quickly becoming a lot more than just her baby daddy. But it was too soon for her to really be feeling too much beyond lust. Much too soon to be having the “what are we” conversation. She was just going to go with the flow. That was really all she could do at this point. Take care of herself so she could be the best possible mom to their little baby and do her best to cultivate a co-parenting relationship with Aaron. Everything else had to be extra. If she went into it thinking like a teenage girl, she’d end up getting her feelings hurt. Despite what he’d said to her, a man as handsome as him had options. Lots of them.

The loud “ACTION” snapped Jade out of her reverie and she looked ahead, watching as Aaron went flying into a fake wall. She nibbled her bottom lip nervously until she saw him push himself back to his feet. He made his way over to her while they set up to do it again.

“We’re gonna go again, but that looked great,” James said. “You wanna see it?”

“Absolutely…”

Aaron rested his hand on her hip as the DIT pulled up the footage so they could all see it again. She glanced up at him, grinning when she saw how happy he looked with what he was seeing.

“I wanna bump it up to 60 frames a second. See how it looks in slow motion. I want people to be able to tell that this is you actually doing it.”

“Let’s do it.”

—

A few hours later

Aaron trudged across the lot towards his trailer, absolutely exhausted after a long day. The day had been hard but they’d shot some amazing footage and he couldn’t wait to see it all come together. He pulled the door to his trailer open, his heart melting when he saw Jade knocked out on the sofa. She’d started yawning an hour or so ago and he’d insisted that she go take a nap. He stood over her, a small smile on his face as he watched her. She was curled up on her side, her hands tucked under her chin. She really did look like a sleeping doll to him. One of the baby books he’d been reading said that it was normal for expectant moms to be tired all the time in the beginning and he wanted her to get her rest.

“Wake up, baby doll,” he murmured, squatting down in front of her. 

“Hmmm?” She murmured sleepily. "Aaron?”

“I’m wrapped, baby. You wanna come back to my place?”

“Mmmhmm.” She stretched her arms over her head, yawning softly. Aaron let his greedy eyes drift over her breasts as they strained against her shirt. Jade opened her eyes, grinning when she saw him staring at her like she was gonna be his dinner.

“I’d ask if you’re hungry, but…you’re looking at me like you wanna eat me.”

“Cause I do. And I am.”

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth, teasingly biting at her full bottom lip. He flicked his tongue against her top lip before pulling back.

“I just gotta change and then we can get outta here.”

“Ok… can I watch?”

Aaron pushed himself to his full height, a slightly cocky smirk on his face as he looked down at her. He reached behind him with one hand, grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging it off. The little hitch in her breath made him smile. He worked hard on his body and he loved that she loved it. If he had his way, he’d be her personal playground. Her dark eyes met his as he started to unbuckle his belt. She could feel her pulse kick up a notch as she let her eyes drift back down to his happy trail and then his hands. Hands that brought her so much pleasure. There was something about watching a man undress, or perhaps it was specifically THIS man, that just did something for her. She licked her lips when he unzipped and pushed his pants down, revealing his black briefs and heavily muscled thighs. Fuck, she wanted nothing more than to lick that one vein that she now knew traced along his thigh up to his crotch. His underwear did very little to hide his dick, half hard under her watchful gaze.

“This is better than Magic Mike.”

Aaron just chuckled, shaking his head as he reached over and grabbed his sweats, tugging them up his long legs.

“I’ll finish the show at my place.”

“Ooooh… Promise?”

“You’re a mess.”

“Maybe. But you like it though.”

Jade stood, letting her eyes drift over his bare chest.

“I love it,” he said, reached down to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. Jade curled her hands at her sides. She knew that if she touched him, they wouldn’t make it out of this trailer for hours. And mama needed a bed. Her stomach growled softly and she groaned, a little embarrassed. 

“C’mon, baby. We need to feed my kid.”

Aaron tugged his t-shirt over his head and grabbed his hoodie. After making sure she had all of her belongings, he headed out of the trailer, taking a moment to sign his exhibit G. He waved goodbye to the young production assistant and walked with Jade over to their parked cars. 

“Can I see your phone?”

Jade dug around in her purse before handing him her iPhone. He quickly typed in his address for her before handing it back. 

“You can follow me… but just in case, you’ll know where you’re going. What are you craving?”

“Oooh…Pasta.”

“Pasta it is then…”

He opened the driver’s side door of her car for her and didn’t miss the opportunity to drop a sweet little kiss on her lips. Jade started up her car, making sure his address was loaded into her car’s GPS. She was hungry for pasta and the 6’3” Brit who was currently the star of all her fantasies. The sooner she could have him, the better. It didn’t take them too long to make it from Warner Brothers to his apartment nestled in the hills of Studio City. She parked next to him, grinning when he took her overnight bag from her.

“How’d you find this place?"

“The studio found it for me actually. I had no idea where to even look. I just knew I wanted to be close because I am not a morning person.”

She followed him inside, taking in the space. Despite it not being a place he picked out for himself, it suited him. Clean, masculine and more organized than she expected for a bachelor pad. Well a work bachelor pad at least. She followed him to his bedroom, looking around curiously. A large fluffy king sized bed dominated the room and Jade couldn’t wait to face plant there after she ate. Aaron sat her overnight bag on a chair in the sitting area of the room before turning back to her. 

“You wanna shower first while I order dinner?”

“How about we order now and you wash my back for me?”

Aaron licked his lips as he looked down at her. 

“You’re a temptress, you know that?” 

He unlocked his phone and pulled up his favorite local Italian restaurant on Uber Eats before handing it to her. 

“Just doing my best to conserve water. You know we’re always in a drought.”

He just shook his head, laughing softly as he slid a hand around her waist. Jade nuzzled in close to his big body as she scrolled on his phone, perusing the menu. She made her choices before handing him the phone back. As he ordered their dinner, she slipped her hands under his tank, fingers brushing against his hardened abs. Aaron did his best to concentrate as her small hands delicately brushed against his heated skin. He wasn’t sure if this was a result of pregnancy hormones or if Jade just naturally had a high ass sex drive, but he was going to enjoy it while he could. The moment her fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, he let his eyes close, his head falling back in pleasure. 

“Fuck.”

Jade leaned in, flicking her tongue across the exposed skin of his throat. She stepped closer, pressing her breasts against his hard chest as she stroked him. His dick jumped in her hand and there was just something about touching him like this that just turned her on like crazy. Aaron tossed his phone aside and dipped his head, his tongue meeting hers as he kissed her passionately. He cradled her face in his hands as he kissed her.

“You drive me crazy.”

Jade smiled up at him when she heard his whispered words. Her skirt pooled on the floor as his hands unzipped it, pushing it down her curvy hips. He leaned down, lifting her into his arms, one hand wrapped low around her back and the other hand gripping her ass. Jade wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into his bathroom.

His casual display of strength was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen. He sat her on the counter, stepping between her legs and kissing her again. She helped him get rid of his shirt, licking her lips when she saw his nude upper body. Despite the fact that she’d seen him naked a handful of times now, it was no less stunning every single time. This man was literally a perfect physical specimen. Aaron licked his lips as he let his eyes drift down her body, taking in her sheer red lingerie. He couldn’t help it when he locked his eyes on the tiny scrap of fabric that covered what he wanted most in that moment. Jade reached back, unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side. She absolutely loved the way he was looking at her. The unadulterated hunger in his eyes turned her on beyond belief. 

“You’re probably sick of me saying this, but… you’re so beautiful, Jade. Seriously.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of a handsome man being so sweet to me. Even if it is just the whole pregnancy glow.”

“Nah… it’s more than that. One of the first things I noticed about you was that you reminded me of a real life Barbie doll. Those beautiful eyes. That sexy ass mouth. I’ve thought that you were gorgeous since the moment I first saw you. My baby inside you just makes you even sexier."

“You’ve got such a way with words.”

Jade smoothed her hands down his broad chest, her breath hitching a little when he playfully flexed his pec muscle. His face was a harsh mask of sensuality as he watched her touch him.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“You make me feel safe,” she whispered. “Like this is really all going to be ok.” Her dark eyes met his, searching his face. “That scares me a little.”

Aaron cradled her face in his hands and leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lush lips.

“I want you to feel safe, Jade. Cause you are. I know this is very new and we’re getting to know each other. But I’d be there for you and the baby regardless of how you and I end up. I want you. I love that you make me feel safe in your energy. But it’s ok for you to be a little scared. I am too sometimes.”

“What are you scared of?”

He tucked a curl behind her ear and pressed his lips to her temple. She slid her arms around his waist, holding him close. 

“It’s not just me now. I’m already thinking about my next project so I can make sure that I can take care of you both. I just…wanna be the kind of dad that this baby deserves.”

“I think you will be.”

He pressed another soft kiss to her lips before reaching in the shower and turning the water on. Steam quickly began to fill his bathroom and he took the opportunity to tug her tiny little thong down her long legs.

“Do you wear shit like this all the time?”

“Yes… I love lingerie.”

“You’re gonna drive me crazy…”

Jade giggled softly as she pinned her hair up and slipped her shower cap on. She hopped off the counter, following him into the hot shower. Aaron splashed water on his face before turning towards her, letting the water sluice over his body. Jade licked her lips and she swore she felt her clit pulse in response to seeing him like this. Hands on her waist, he turned them so she was under the water, possession flaring in his eyes when he watched the way the water ran over her full breasts, down her still flat belly and disappearing in the sweet cleft between her thighs. Between them, his dick was at half mast and getting harder by the second. The heartbeat in her pussy beat harder as he continued to swell, that vein she loved so much starting to fill and pulse to the beat of his heart. 

“You gonna keep looking at me like that or climb on for a little ride?”

She grinned up at him before stepping closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. Those big ass hands of his slid around down to her ass, gripping each cheek before lifting her into his arms and pressing her against the shower wall. Aaron teasingly bit her bottom lip, loving the way her eyes darkened. Like a heat seeking missile, he unerringly found her slick entrance, swallowing her cries as he slowly started to push inside. He groaned loudly against her lips as her sweet little snatch welcomed him home. He went slow, giving her a little of him at a time. He loved the way she looked down between them, watching him sink deeper and deeper into her tightness.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned loudly, letting his head fall back as he fought not to come right away. That’s how good her shit was. He tightened his grip on her ass and pressed deeper, wanting to be as close to her as possible.

“You feel so good, Aaron,” she moaned softly before latching her lips on the cord of muscle on his neck. He groaned when he felt the bite of her teeth against his throat. His hands tightened on her ass as he thrust deep, giving her every inch of him. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled. “Is that all for me?”

“Yes, baby… Fuck yes.”

In this position, he pressed against her clit just right and was already driving her crazy. Aaron ground himself against her, feeling for that little sweet spot inside of her that drove her insane. Her nails dug little half moons into his back and he felt an odd sense of pride at the knowledge that he’d have to get those marks covered up tomorrow. Jade gasped loudly as he pressed in deep, grinding his hips against her. He gave her this little churning motion and she bit her bottom lip as he stretched her out. Aaron dragged his tongue along her throat before covering her mouth with his, grunting as he felt her clenching around him. The wet sounds of him plunging into her echoed loudly in his bathroom. Jade clawed at his back as she felt the first orgasm hit her from out of nowhere, her legs tightening around his waist. It felt like every nerve of her body had been hit with a volt of electricity and the little shocks of pleasure went all the way down to her toes.

“Yes..” He growled. “Give it to me, baby. Come on Daddy’s dick.”

Aaron pulled back a little to watch his dick thrust in and out of her clenching pussy. Just seeing himself, covered in her cream and plunging into her pretty little pink pussy, turned him on beyond belief. His dick looked like a battering ram as he pushed in deep, stretching her wide as he gave her every single inch. She was so fucking wet, so tight around him. He could feel that spongy little spot inside of her and angled his hips to keep hitting it, wanting to make her fall apart again. Making Jade come felt like a hit of ecstasy to him and he couldn’t get enough of her pleasure. Every moment of her pleasure was his and he felt the urge to make her forget any man who came before him. His eyes went back and forth between her bouncing breasts and the sight of their union. Jade’s head fell back against the shower wall as Aaron dug deep. Little groans and yelps fell from her lips as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge again. The wet sounds of their bodies smacking together echoed loudly in the bathroom.

“Make me come, Aaron. Please baby…”

“You wanna come? You think you deserved to come on this dick?”

“Yeeeees!” She breathed, feeling her belly tighten in anticipation of the incredible orgasm she knew he could give to her.

Aaron leaned back a bit, resting more of her weight on the shower wall as he thrust harder and faster, his heavy balls swinging.

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“Harder, Aaron. Fuck me hard.”

He dug his hands into her the fleshy bit of her hips as he did as she asked, giving her all of him with every pass. Just the sight of him, slick with her juices had his balls tightening in anticipation. Jade clenched her muscles around him, whimpering his name.

“Ohh, I feel that baby. Come for me. Let me feel that shit.”

His growled words had her on the precipice of another orgasm. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, practically wailing as the pressure of his dick repeatedly slamming into her g-spot and the stimulation of the base of his dick hitting her clit drove her headlong into a powerful orgasm. Aaron groaned when he saw the look of absolute pleasure on her face, thrusting hard and deep one last time. Her tight little pussy practically strangled his dick as it jerked, spurting its heavy load inside her. He buried his face against her throat as he clenched his ass, getting as deep inside of her as possible. He grunted her name, moaning softly as he felt her milking him. Jade tightened her arms around his neck, panting softly as her body shook with small aftershocks. Aaron’s big body leaned into hers, pressing her back against the warm tile wall. His heartbeat thudded against her breasts and his soft pants into the crook of her neck sent small shivers down her spine. It felt so incredibly good to be held like this, safe in his strong arms. 

Holding her body tight to his, he reached back and flipped the other shower head on. He grunted as he felt himself start to soften inside of her and he gripped her ass as he slowly pulled out, eyes low on their joining. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of the sight of him dripping down her thighs. Aaron dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers, savoring this moment of quiet intimacy before sitting her on her feet. He retained his hold on her waist, grinning when she leaned into his body. The soft scent of sandalwood filled the large shower as he took the time to lather her body, taking his time as he moved over her slim curves. Taking care of her in this way made him feel some kind of way and he liked it. He liked the way she pressed in close to him, trusting him with her body. Maybe one day she’d trust him with her heart as well.

They’d just barely made it out of the bathroom when the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their dinner. He pressed a sweet kiss to her mouth and told her to meet him in the kitchen while he grabbed the food. Jade slipped an old college t-shirt on before heading down to the kitchen. A little smile tugged on the corners of her mouth when he walked in with dinner.

“Is that smile for me or the food?”

“Both,” she said with a little giggle, walking over to help him take everything out of the bags.

They settled at his kitchen island and dug into the generous portions of cheesy pasta. It was just what the baby wanted. After her second yawn, Aaron ushered her to bed with a slap to the ass, staying back to pack up their leftovers. By the time he made it back to his bedroom, she was knocked out on his side of the bed, her arms wrapped around his pillow. There was a curious tightening in his chest as he let his eyes drift over her cherished face. He walked over to his nightstand and picked up his phone, snapping a photograph of her. This memory, of her in his bed at peace like this was one he wanted to always remember. Sitting the phone aside, he crawled into bed behind her, pulling her into his arms. Jade turned towards him, nuzzling her face against his throat and wrapping her arm and leg around him. This feeling… this kind of peace was something he prayed he could hold on to. 

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The slam of his car door is loud enough to make him jump, echoing across the dipping valleys and proud hills. He curses to himself, standing frozen, one, two, three, four, but no one comes running. A light dusting of snow falls in a perfect circle around an invisible border, and Lee shivers as he jogs over to it, worn sneakers squelching over the wet, half-thawed grass.

As soon as he steps onto the bottom of Half-Blood Hill, he feels the difference, the balmy breath of warm summer under the clear December sky. The power of Thalia’s tree sends its usual shiver down his back, and he touches it, briefly, as he speeds past, sending his usual prayer of thanks. He pauses at the crest of the hill, using the bright gibbous moon to survey the camp, marking his path.

“Two, four….twelve,” he mutters to himself, craning his neck to map every one of the patrol harpies. He crouches for a while, watching them, tracking their patrol: paired, hexagonal, staggered circuits around the cabins. Four minute window of opportunity.

He can do four minutes.

As the two harpies walking the Apollo-Artemis circuit begin to cross the common, Lee bolts. He keeps low and close to the shadows, sprinting fast and on the balls of his feet to stay quiet, and ducks behind whatever shadow is closest whenever something looks his way. By the time the harpies turn back towards Cabin Seven, he’s already on the rickety porch, tossing his backpack inside the window Michael left open for him and throwing himself in after it.

He lands palms-first, tucking into a roll to absorb the momentum. He freezes, panting, by the leg of what is usually Amir’s bed, straining to hear past the crickets and cicadas.

One, two, three, four.

Nothing.

He’s good.

“Took your damn sweet time, didn’t you.”

“Hello to you too,” Lee grumbles, pushing himself upright. From across the cabin, lounging on his bed like a goddamn French monarch, is his dick of a brother, grinning like the little shit he is. “Haven’t seen you in weeks, most people say hello, et cetera, et cetera.”

Michael shrugs. “You’re late. I watched you on the hill; you coulda made that run twenty minutes ago.”

“Nobody asked you.”

“I’m always asking me.”

“Get over her, boogerbrain.”

“Real mature,” Michael mocks, but ambles over anyway. He retches like a twelve year old when Lee hugs him, but twists his hands in the back of Lee’s shirt when he lets go too fast. Lee hides his smile in his over-gelled hair.

“You might miss me less if you actually write me letters, you know.”

“I didn’t miss you,” he responds automatically. “And I wouldn’t have to write you letters if you stayed home, already.”

Lee sighs. “…I have school, Michael.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure your dumbass bio teachers have loads to teach the guy who can do open heart surgery with his eyes closed.”

“Yeah, yeah. If anyone could do with a good, old-fashioned, public school humbling, it would be you, hothead. You ready to go?”

Michael pulls away with a roll of his eyes. “Only since yesterday. Been waiting for your sorry ass.”

“My sorry — your sorry ass doesn’t have a car!”

Michael snickers, jogging back to his bunk and grabbing the black duffel bag resting under it. Lee makes quick work of packing his own bag, stuffing in a couple squares of ambrosia and and giant roll of bandages, just in case, before creeping over to the only bed left with someone still in it.

“Hey, kiddo.” He folds over the sheet pulled all the way over messy blonde curls, immediately plaguing the cabin with loud snoring. He rests his palm over a sleep-creased cheek, mapping his thumb over the freckles dotting pudgy cheekbones, and brushes back the hair plastered to his baby brother’s forehead. “Will, sweetheart, get up.”

It takes him a couple minutes of gentle prodding — when Will is out he is out — to wake up, squinting blearily in the dim fairy lights strewn across his bunk. He blinks, one, two, three, four, then gasps.

“Lee!”

“Oof,” Lee grunts, shifting his weight as he is abruptly accosted with an armful of child. He smiles, curling around Will’s flailing, chattering form, tightening his hold on his waist and resting his forehead on his shoulder. “Hi, buddy.”

“—missed you so much! Is this why your letter was late? Are you staying? Is this why Diana left yesterday? Is she here now? Is Cass coming? Is everybody coming? Can I —”

“C’mon, Motormouth,” Michael interrupts, cuffing Will’s ear as he walks by. “Go get your sneakers on. We’re going for a drive.”

“‘Kay,” Will days happily, dashing off to find the light-up Star Wars shoes he refuses to throw out, even though there are literal holes in the soles.

“You got his bag?”

“Yep,” Michael affirms, holding up a straining backpack. “Toothbrush. Hairbrush that he won’t use. Three comic books. Change of clothes. And two more changes of clothes for when he inevitably destroys the first one,” he adds when Lee opens his mouth. He shoots him an exasperated look. “Me and Diana have been chasing after the little brat for four months, dude. I got him.”

“Alright, alright,” Lee grumbles. “Heaven forbid I double-check.” He turns over to the door, where Will is tying his shoelaces, tongue peeking out of his mouth. “You ready, Will?”

He tugs on the two loops. The entire knot unravels. Quick as a flash, he stuffs the laces inside his shoes, scrambling to his feet.

“Yes,” he lies. He scratches at his throat.

Lee and Michel sigh in unison.

Luckily, the reaction is hardly more than itchy eyes and a cough. Lee herds him towards the door, sliding the backpack over his shoulders and holding out his arm and —

“Hold on a sec.”

“Why?” Will whispers.

“Shh,” Lee says.

Window cracked open, Michael exhales. The release of his bow hardly makes more than a soft hiss.

The angle is odd, limited space as there is, but Michael never misses — the clunky arrow whistles through the open window, sailing past the sloped roofs of the west wing cabins, and thunks somewhere behind the first layer of trees in the forest. Immediately, it lets loose a burst of sound identical to a dropped bottle and a group of teenagers cursing. In seconds, the curfew harpies are screeching, descending upon the source of the noise with the fury of a thousand sun chariots.

“Go go go go go,” Michael orders, wrenching open the door.

Will, immediately, takes off, gleeful at the opportunity to run away with permission (usually, he’s running from one of them, screeching at him to get back here). (Or Chiron, although Chiron has a much easier time catching up, what with the six limbs and all). (…Is Chiron an insect? Technically?)

“How long do we have?” Lee whispers, once Michael has caught up.

He shrugs. “Seven minutes, give or take? More than enough time.”

Lee worries his bottom lip. “More than…” He glances at the forest. Vaguely, in the low firelight, he can see the odd wing, hear the odd screech. Nothing looks very close. He glances at the rapidly approaching Athena cabin, just a few yards out of their way. Hm.

“Detour!” he decides. “Will, c’mon!”

Ignoring Michael’s hissed complaints, he veers towards to neatly maintained cabin. He slips in the space between Cabins Six and Four, holding tight to Will’s hand. He counts the windows as he passes — one, two, three, four — and stumbles to a stop, crouching down in the dirt.

“Oh, are you — for the love of Zeus.”

Lee ignores his eye-rolling, scanning the ground for pebbles. He selects a handful of them, careful not to choose anything too big, and jogs a few steps back.

“What’re you doing?” Will asks, too loud, but at least he tries to whisper.

Instead of answering, Lee launches the first pebble at the window.

It pings off harmlessly.

Waiting a breath for the harpies to come running, he continues, firing off pebble after pebble with increasing strength. Finally, after pebble #7, a face appears behind the clear glass, bleary eyes widening when they take in the sight in front of them. Quickly, the latches are undone, and the window is yanked open.

“Lee?!”

Lee grins. “Hey, Carter.”

“What’re you — you’re — it’s December! What’s going —”

“I need a favour,” Lee whispers. “Can you — cover for us?”

For the first time, Carter looks away, brows raising as he notices Micheal, who taps his (watchless) wrist obnoxiously, and Will, who waves brightly. Carter waves back, small smile tugging at his lips.

“Cover for you?”

“Just, like, infirmary stuff. I don’t think anything will happen, and if it does we’re an IM away, but —”

“Lee,” Carter says exasperatedly, “cover you guys for what?”

“Oh.” Lee clears his throat. “I, um. I need to do something for my family.”

Smiling, Carter rests his elbows on the windowsill, chin in his hands. “Mysterious.”

“We’ll be back by tomorrow evening,” Lee assures.

“And then you’ll stay for a bit?”

Lee’s mouth goes dry. “You want me to stay?”

Carter ducks his head, fingers tracing a mindless path on the windowsill. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you for a while.”

A thousand gods of prophecy could not predict the sound that comes out of Lee’s throat.

Something between a whimper and an awkward laugh, his voice cracks four seperate times. Carter giggles. Lee prays, genuinely, that a crater opens up beneath him and drops him right at Lord Hades’ feet.

“Everything okay, Lee?”

“Peachy,” he croaks.

Carter giggles again. Lee flushes. Michael gags exaggeratedly behind him, pausing mid-heave to whisper something to Will, and then there’s a giggle, and then two people fake-retching. Carter peeks through his dark eyelashes, pleased expression softening his heart-shaped face, and Lee counts twelve of his own capillaries straight-up explode.

“Well,” he says, too loudly. “I’m — well.”

“I think you have harpies to run from,” Carter suggests gently.

“Indeed.” Lee clears his throat, nodding. “As you have so astutely observed, we do —”

Michael, recognising the strained tone to his voice, groans. “Fucksake, Lee —”

“— and so I bid you adieu —”

“Dude, oh my gods, snap out of it —”

Lee can’t. He barely has control over his own mouth.

“— and vow to see you again in the eve.”

Feeling his soul exit his body, settle in front of him, and then crumple up and die, Lee fucking bows. There is the very distinctive sound of a hand slapping over a mouth, muffling an eruption of giggles, and then the hand of mercy, also known as Michael Yew, clamping on the back of his lava-hot neck.

“Please excuse him,” he says grandly. “He was dropped on his head as a child. He’s normal, usually.”

“Except when you wear your glasses,” Will pipes up. Lee makes a mental note to find Clarisse’s spear and shove it through his own eye. “He gets real weird when you wear your glasses. Once he walked into a wall and broke his nose.”

“…Did he.”

“Yep. And last time he —”

“God, this hurts me to say,” whispers Michael, “but I have to put a stop to this conversation. We’re on a time limit. C’mon, Will. Bye, Carter. Sorry for — well, you know. Apollonian dramatics, not always easy to control.”

He turns, dragging Lee, still hunched over, out of the Cabin Six shadow.

Lee does not un-hunch until they are well over the crest of Half-Blood Hill, harpy screeches beginning to echo behind them.

“I have never been more embarrassed to be related to you in my life,” Michael informs him, the second he’s upright. “Like, genuinely, I’m considering disowning you. That was atrocious, Fletcher. You need to get ahold of yourself. Where is your game? Your dignity?”

“I think he lost it when he was born,” Will says thoughtfully. “Or maybe when Carter smiled at him the first time.”

“I hate both of you,” Lee croaks.

Neither of them seem too incredibly bothered, snickering to each other as they duck into the car.

Willing his flush to go down, Lee herds them into his car. He takes a moment in the cool air to chill the hell out, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, then slips behind the wheel. He checks that Will is belted in properly, slips the car into neutral, and coasts down the road, waiting until Thalia’s tree slips out of sight before turning it on and hitting the gas.

“Where’re we goin’?

“You,” Michael says, flipping down the vanity mirror to glare sternly at Will, “are going to dreamland. It’s three in the morning. Time for bratty children to sleep.”

“What? No! I’m not tired!”

“Fine, fine,” Lee says, exchanging a grin with Michael. “Stay awake, then. As long as you like.”

Will narrows his eyes. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“No trick?”

Lee crosses his fingers. “‘Course not.”

“Fine,” he relents. He settles into the booster seat Lee dragged out of the trunk for him (which he hates), arms crossed over his chest, and stares out the window.

Counting off on his fingers — one, two, three, four — Lee and Michael begin to hum.

At first, nothing happens. Will taps absentmindedly on his knees, humming along to the parts he knows, but soon his fingers slow. Lee and Michael keep it low and quiet, cycling through quiet folk songs Michael’s dad taught him, matching with the rumbling of the car, the slight breeze of Lee’s cracked open window. Michael kicks softly at the base of his seat, one, two, three, four; and matches the rhythm of the radio static, the click of the blinkers on every turn.

Will’s out in twenty minutes.

———

The drive is long.

Michael curls up sometime around four, fogging up the windows with every snore. Lee keeps the radio on a low hum, letting the background noise keep him focused as he navigates. The Atlantic Ocean is ink-black in the early morning, and the waves crash loud enough that he can hear them over the sounds of the engine, and for a while they’re still far enough from the city that the air smells fresh. Even when it starts to sour, and the noise gets a lot more urban, it’s early enough and he’s east enough that the traffic is minimal. Never non-existent — he actually cannot imagine what a traffic-less New York would look like; he doubts he’ll ever live to see it — but enough that he keeps at a steady 35.

The drive through Jersey is uneventful. Farmland and suburbs, nothing he hasn’t seen every day of his life, nothing he didn’t see the last time he made the drive. He entertains himself by counting every brown car he sees, randomly wagering the number by the time he gets there. He’s relieved when he finally crosses the memorial bridge, driving down the exit ramp and pulling into the first big parking lot he sees. Michael wakes up as he puts the car in gear, killing the engine.

“We here?” he asks, popping the joints along his spine.

Lee yawns. “Pretty much, yeah. Pulled off the highway.”

“‘Kay.” He glances in the backseat, where Will is starting to stir. “You nap. I’m gonna find a place for him to change and brush his teeth, maybe get breakfast for all of us.”

“Sounds good”

He crawls in the backseat as Michael guides Will out of it, accepting the blanket tossed his way. He slides his hoodie over his face, lies back, and conks out in minutes.

———

“Yo, Lee. Get up. I got food.”

“Timizzit?” he asks, shaking the grogginess from his limbs.

“Eleven. You slept for four hours. We gotta be at the theatre in an hour.”

“When’s she on?”

“Fuck if I know, man. Diana said noon, I’m gonna be there at noon. You wanna piss off Diana?”

“No.” He rubs the heel of his palm into his eyes, reaching blindly in the direction of Michael’s voice. “Food, please.”

A bag of grease is deposited into his waiting hand. He is pleased to find three cheeseburgers within it, and immediately tears into them with a fervour that can only be described as ‘ravenous’, or perhaps ‘revolting’. Esurient, perhaps, if one was feeling poetic.

Finally awake enough to function, Lee looks critically at the scene in front of him. Michael is dressed in the same button-up and slacks he wears to his dad’s performances, on the years he’s in the U.S., and Will is in jeans without grass stains, real shoes, hair mostly brushed. Michael has even managed to find a shirt that’s not half-unraveled from Will picking at the seams.

“Nice,” he says, nodding in approval.

Michael picks at his nails, visibly preening. “Oh, it was no big deal.”

“Yeah, yeah. Dweeb.”

He polishes off his last burger, then ducks inside the nearest store to find somewhere to get changed. Diana told them it didn’t matter, really, what they wore, but Lee knows better. He knows what this means for Cass, and while yeah, sure, it wouldn’t really matter if he showed up in sweatpants, he wants to show her that he put in the effort. That even if her mother couldn’t, or wouldn’t, they will. All of them. He wants her to see them and know that they did this for her. He wants her to see them and know that they tried, that they care.

Hair perfectly placed and clothes as unwrinkled as he can get them, he hurries back to the car. The theatre isn’t far, and they have a little under an hour, but he doesn’t want to push it. Finding parking will be hard enough.

“Are we on a quest?” Will asks, five minutes out on the road.

“Eight year olds don’t go on quests.”

“Diomedes was ten when he fought the Trojan war.”

“Are you Diomedes?”

“No.”

“Are you ten?”

“No.”

“Then no quests for you.”

“Aw.”

“Your quest can be being quiet for twenty minutes,” Michael grumbles, making a face when Will sticks his tongue out at him.

———

part two

[vivicas-dollhouse]

More than love: a y/n creepypasta smut fic

Kinda a pt 1? Idk

Cw: Y/N is female, creampie, a little bit of brat taming, sir, degrading, restraining, just general hornyness

1.8k words, enjoy~

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“Your ass bro, learn to play!” You yelled to ben, knocking him off the map.

Ben scoffed. “You just got lucky, watch this,” he bragged, attempting a power move only to be countered and killed.

You cheered, looking up at jeff from his lap. He smiled down at you, petting your head.

“Bet you cant beat me babe,” you teased, smiling. He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes.

“Im pretty sure i can,” he playfully joked, looking back at his phone.

“Oh yeah? Prove it. If you win, you can… have my shirt.”

He raised his eyebrows, glancing down at you and shutting his phone off.

“Ben gimme your controller,” he said, reaching out to him as he looked clearly uncomfortable.

He passed him the controller, rolling his eyes. “God, you two are so dumb, im leaving,” he stood up, only half joking.

Jeff laughed, waving him goodbye. “See you later virgin,” he teased. Ben scoffed and flew up the stairs.

Jeff looked down at you, smirking. You smiled sweetly and started the game, purposefully losing at first. He noticed, raising his eyebrow. “Cmon, actually try,” he joked. You focused in, quickly defeating him. He let out a loud “FUCK” and sighed.

“Sorry babe,” you smirked, sitting up out of his lap. You yawned quietly, watching jeff turn off the tv.

“Im getting that shirt,” he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear. Without warning, he scooped you up, carrying you up the stairs as you laughed. You buried your face in his neck, taking in his familiar smell. He set you down on your bed, locking the door behind him.

“Whats up babe? That tired?” You teased, purposefully pushing your boobs together a bit. He smiled and turned out the lights.

He pushed you down, rolling onto the bed and cuddling you. “Maybe,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you. You rolled to face him, noses nearly touching.

“I love you,” you murmured into his lips, going in to kiss him. He reciprocated, sliding his hands to wrap around your waist. You loved his hands on you, kissing a bit rougher.

He moved his hands under your shirt, and feeling his rough hands on your bare skin felt like magic. He pulled away for a moment, his warm breath hitting your face.

“I love you too baby,” he smiled, the moonlight shining in his eyes. He played with a strand of your hair, pulling it slightly.

“Oh, you wanna pull my hair huh?” You teased, laughing. “How about.. this!” You quickly rolled to get on top of him, watching his face flush.

You leaned in to kiss him, reaching to pin his hands above his head. He let you, sighing into the kiss as he tilted to deepen the kiss. You made a small noise of desperation and lightly bit his lip, earning a groan from him as he tried to loosen your grip to touch you, but you held firm on his wrists.

You noticed, breaking the kiss. “You wanna touch me?” You whispered, letting his hands go. “Go ahead,”

“Fuck, finally,” he mumbled, going into kiss you again. He moved his hands underneath your shirt, feeling your bare chest as he pulled you in closer. You moaned into his mouth as he touched your soft nipples. He used the quick break to slide your shirt all the way off, quickly going back in.

The kiss got rougher, heavy breathing filling the room as he dug his nails into your back. He bit your lip, slipping his tongue in as you parted your lips. You felt his hands slide down your back, playing with the jeans waistband. You pushed yourself against his dick, earning a small groan from him as he trailed his kisses down your neck.

“Fuck-” you moan as he rolls to be on top of you, quickly pinning your hands like you had his. He started giving you a hickey on your neck, sucking and biting at your soft skin as you whimpered. He broke away for a moment, taking his hoodie and shirt off and throwing them on the floor.

“Dont need these,” he murmured into your neck, going back into your neck. You let him pin your arms again, enjoying the total lack of control as you felt his warm skin against yours.

You whine, causing a low growl from him as he moved his lips to your collarbone.

“Mine…. mine….. all mine…” he exhaled into your skin, nipping at your neck as you moaned.

“All yours.. all…. all yours… sir…” you sighed, feeling him growl into your skin at the term, biting your neck.

He broke away, gasping. “Your such a little brat…” he glared, smiling.

You giggled, squirming under him. “Put me in my place then,”

He smirked, leaning closer to you. “Yknow i hate playing these games you little shit,” he growled, lips inches from yours.

You melted into the bed, dumbly smiling up at him. “Thats why i love it baby,” you whispered, watching his eyes darken. He tightened his grip on your hands.

“Your such a pain in my ass, you know that?” He groaned into your lips. You moved to kiss his neck, feeling him lean into your lips as you licked at his soft skin. “You… little... shit…” he groaned, face warm.

“Oh, is someone mad they can't control me?” You mocked, watching his expression darken.

You arched your back, rubbing your hips into his dick as he gasped, clearly upset that he was losing control. You moved your lips up his neck to his jaw, sucking at his jaw. He tightened his grip on your hands, moving to hold them with one hand as the other hand gripped your jaw, pulling you off his neck.

“You think your so tough.. you little tease…” he whispered, eyes looking down at your bare chest. “Your so beautiful… fuck.. your so beautiful baby…. Im going to.. im going to ruin you..” he growled. “Your lucky your cute, or else id shut you up,” he grunted, struggling to keep himself under control.

You giggled, struggling to make words through your lust clouded head. “Id like…. like to see you try sir, i c-cant… i.. fuck…” you mumbled, hoping he didnt notice you struggling to speak.

He did.

“Oh, is someone trying to act all tough? Can someone not think straight because they are such a little whore?” He mocked, pushing his hard clothed cock into yours, earning a pathetic noise from you.

“N- no sir… im… god your so fucking hot, please..” you gave in, letting your arousal take control of you as you whimpered under him. He laughed, letting you go as he slid off his and your pants in a quick movement.

He played with the waistband of your panties, bulge showing through his boxers. You moved your knee to brush against him. He moaned at the touch, quickly pinning you again.

“You.. hah.. you think you can… do that, you little brat…” he huffed, watching your red face glow in the moonlight.

“Only one thing can make me… a good girl…” you shifted under him, spreading your legs under him to feel his leaking dick through his boxers.

He smiled, pleased he had broke you. “Oh really? What would that be love? What will make you a good girl… MY good girl..”

You looked away, flustered. “You… sir..” you sheepishly admitted, feeling the wetness in your panties, aching for stimulation.

“Thats it, good girl..” Jeff purred into your ears. “Thats more like it.”

You wiggled under him, feeling the warmth of his skin and how he stared at you so lovingly, but also possesivley.

“Cmon babe, please,” you begged, throbbing to be touched.

“No, you need to be taught a lesson. If you want to be bratty, im gonna take as long as i want… torturing you.. playing with your pretty little head..”

You cried out under him, looking up at his glaring smile. You watched him watch you, and it was clear he was enjoying this, but didnt know how long he could hold back.

“Your such a slut (y/n), you want me so bad dont you? Say it.” He demanded, finally sliding off your panties and his boxers as he briefly let you go. You stayed put, not wanting to anger him and delay him.

“Im a slut, i want you so fucking bad sir,” you whimpered, watching him groan at his freed cock. He grabbed your hands again, pleased with your response.

“Good girl,” he muttered, slowly inserting himself as you melted into him, feeling him fill you at last.

He started thrusting, watching your boobs jiggle as he quickly sped up, unable to contain himself as you pathetically moaned.

“Yes, yes like- ah fuck-” you moaned, not caring if anyone heard, just enjoying the ecstasy.

“Dont- hah- dont you dare move your hands, got it?” He barked out, moving his hands to your hips to stable himself. You nodded, making small high pitched whimpers.

“I love seeing you like this love, so fucking desperate.. so- fuck- so fucking needy.. all for me..” he grunted, rutting into you with all his force.

“All yours, fuck- dont stop- ah-” you mumbled, head cloudy with lust, just feeling his dick slam inside you.

“Damn, your so.. damn.. tight… so fucking wet… mine…” he groaned, head rolling back as he pulled you into him by your hips.

“F-fuck jeff im gonna- fuck- please-” you moaned, boobs bouncing with the force of his fucking as your breathing became quicker. He panted, clearly about to lose control.

“Cum for me baby girl, cum for me,” he growled, watching your eyes roll back as you gripped the sheets. He dug his nails into your hips, using one hand to rub your clit, quickly sending you over with a loud gasp.

He kept going, ignoring your cries of overstimulation, but cumming inside you soon after with a whimper and huff. He slowed, pulling out and watching the cum pour out of you. He flopped on the bed next to you, breathing raggedly and wiping his dick on his discarded boxers.

“You… you did so good baby,” he smiled, tucking a hair behind your ear as you smiled at him.

You scooted into his arms, feeling his arms wrap around you gently. “Shut up you loser,” you muttered teasingly.

He pet your hair as you nuzzled into your shoulder. “Yeah yeah, whatever, i love you too,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“You wanna do this again tomorrow?” You flirtingly asked, not really sure what he would say.

He chuckled quietly, looking down at you. “Of course love, after slenders job we can. We can do this as many times as you want, whenever you want, however you want.” He whispered with a hint of seduction.

“Maybe i can top?” You joked, laughing.

Jeff made a small noise of surprise, rolling his eyes. “Oh really, you think you can handle being on top?”

You smiled. “Thats a tomorrow topic baby, lets just rest,” you muttered, happily nuzzling into jeff as he pulled the blanket over you both.

[suzukiblu]

TimKon bellybulge but specifically with the use of Kon’s TTK, writer’s choice for who’s getting stuffed with the TTK dick under whose orders

welllll haven't gotten to belly-bulge territory YET, but apparently my attempt at writing a kink snippet has turned into me having a new WIP to torment me, haha, so here's the start of that!

“Hm,” Tim says idly from between Kon’s thighs, his eyes intent and assessing on his hole. Kon’s just trying not to either lose his concentration or psych himself out before they get anywhere. 

His TTK works on anything he's touching, is the thing, and he's always touching himself. There's nothing he's more familiar with than his own body. He could map out his own veins and nerves from memory. 

This is definitely not something he's done with it before, though. 

“You’re giving me a nice view,” Tim says conversationally, still not touching him. Still leaving him to do this himself. Kon bites his tongue as hard as he can without quite tasting blood and uses his TTK to spread his cheeks open a little farther as he tilts his hips up, because–because Tim thinks he’s giving him a nice view, so he can't do anything else but give him that view.

And he also uses his TTK to spread his hole open a little farther, too. 

Tim smiles.

He doesn't look up to meet Kon's eyes or even glance at his face, even though Kon's on his back and it'd be easy for him to do, and he still doesn't touch him. It makes Kon feel a little weird and a little gross, like Tim doesn't even care it's him here and he'd have just as good a time doing this with any random stranger. But “any random stranger” couldn't actually do what Kon's doing to himself right now, and also he just really, really doesn't want his face involved in something in his life for once. He doesn't want to be–recognized, for once. 

Obviously Tim recognizes him. Obviously Tim knows it's him. Tim would know him anywhere, especially when it's this obvious. 

But Kon just wants recognized by something that's just his, for once, and not something that was stolen from somebody else. His face isn't just his and neither is his voice or his body and neither are most of his powers, but his TTK–

That's his. Just his. He had it first. Nobody else had it before him. 

It's him Tim is recognizing when he sees it, and not anybody else. Him that Tim thinks of first. 

Kon maybe had a few less issues about his Xerox-copy of a face and body before he physically matured enough for the media to start one-to-one comparing them to Clark's when he was first starting out as Superman, but that is totally besides the point and not relevant and not something he's worrying about right–

They have different fingerprints, he reminds himself, curling his fingers into the sheets. They have–he knows they have different fingerprints. Clark told him that himself. 

A version of him, anyway. 

“Nice,” Tim says approvingly, and something in Kon’s chest . . . uncoils, a little, and lets him breathe a little easier. “You can take a little more for me, though, can't you?” 

Even if he couldn't, for Tim's approval, Kon would find a damn way. 

He doesn't actually answer with his voice, though, because it's not really his voice. What he does is push his TTK up his ass like somebody else would their fingers and work himself open, and burn alive over Tim's little hum of approval. 

He's never actually done this before, fingers or not; to himself or with anyone else, from either side of it. This is–this is a new thing. 

But it's Tim, so–so it'll be fine, Kon reminds himself, covering his face with an arm for just–just a moment. 

It's Tim. 

It's Tim, so it'll be fine. 

[tidalfoam]

hey look, legitimate reference sheets for my Fates AU. Look at me, doing things i said i would. my art is always shaky and im bad at consistency so hopefully this helps me.

more Fates shit beloooow (spoilers for the fanfic) (warning for MASSIVE wall of text).

how dare you read spoilers instead of waiting for me to actually finish the next chapter (i am sobbing im stuuuuuck). anyways.

i forgot lambert's jewelry in the ref sheet fuuuuuUUUUCK.

Uhhh so Fates is a 2-part story. Currently writing/posting Fates Worse Than, which is Narinder's POV. Love Can't Save You From is part 2 (working title lmao) thats Lambert's POV.

Basically switch em. Nari is vessel Lamb is god of death. After Narinder inevitably defeats lambert, lambert dips for 200 yrs and is a hermit while the world changes and Nari founds the New Faith.

Pt 1 follows standard gameplay and is a lot shorter than pt 2 (though my word document begs to differ), its a lot more about what's going on in Narinder's mind and unpacking backstory.

After burning midas's bitch ass place down, the other areas on the map (save for midas's bitch ass place and ratau's shack) become towns of their own. The old cult grounds break down and a Temple of TOWW is built. Nari rescues the old Bishops from purgatory, they become his disciples, and three of them run the temples in towns as Disciples/New Bishops (sans powers, just gold skull necklaces) and Shamura keeps the Main Temple of death by themselves. NONE OF THIS i actually write its just explained during the story. Hah.

pt 2 basically is Lambert & Narinder regaining trust (narinder feels shitty for what he did to lambert and cares for them greatly.) And then theres a lot of trauma unpacking, sibling reconnection, and the two of them growing closer.

BIG SPOILERS NEXT

Ya so basically Nari doesn't fully have control of his godhood powers and folks start ressurecting randomly, but 9/10 of them are Cursed and this is Not Great. After consulting with Shamura and doing their own investigating basically aaaah Narinder either has to monitor the gateway or give Lamb the crown back.

They fight over this, obviously, like right after they finally hit the "lovers" part too. fun!

and so in the end they both agree that Narinder will sit in the Gateway, at least for probs a few centuries to maybe a millenia until he has full control over everything. He asks Lambert to lead the New Faith and keep tabs on everyone, thus coming full circle. Narinder is TOWW in the gateway, Lambert is his servant (but no crown, Nari keeps the crown). End of Spoilers.

Also just fun shit. They can't reproduce, gods of death can't create life. I will 10000% make non-canon shittens content tho because ITS FUN.

Lamb is They/Them

Shamura is actually one of the Old Gods, and slaughtered other gods to steal their crowns to give to their "siblings". They literally stole Kallamar as a child, didn't like how he turned out. Stole lamb as baby, loved them and was closest to them, so stole heket too and were meh about her. They were in the middle of slaughtering other gods and destroying crowns when Lambert and Heket found a baby worm in the woods. They begged shamura to keep their new baby brother. Shamura and Kallamar weren't happy but caved to their beloved baby siblings. That worm baby was Leshy. Then shamura drove chemench insane, the group finished slaughtering all other gods & crowns, and that was that.

Goat isn't canon but i did draw him once because it felt like fun and maybe one day jokingly i'll do an au to the au whoops

everyone calls ratau old but he's not that old Narinder & Lambert are just dicks lmao. I promise i do like Ratau i'm just writing in the POV of two assholes.

if you got this far... why? i'm extremely honored but holy hell WHY. I love you now. I love you dearly.

Please feel free to ask me anything i'm foaming at the mouth constantly for this, its my new Sole Purpose. I am absolutely not avoiding my actual fucking novel i'm supposed to be finishing l o l.

[hijinxinprogress]

YouTuber!Stephanie

Stephanie has a youtube channel (she 100% gives it a name like gotham_after_dark or bat_interpreter) where she follows Batman and mocks him, she definitely also makes content on tiktok and instagram

She’s recording fights with rogues and him interrogating questioning people and doing voice overs in a goofiest growl she can for batman but she also does voices for everyone else (it gets to the point where penguin puts a hit out and is actively trying to expose the youtubers identity bc steph does this terrible whiny british accent when she’s imitating penguin)

She starts her channel right after Bruce fires her from Robin and still does it to this day

Bc if she’s gonna get shit for not being Tim might as well go all the way right?? She’s just doing the opposite of what Tim’s doing or outright copying him depending on which would annoy them the most

Stephanie records batman dangling some guy off a roof for the 37th time this week while going “You said the cheese on the nachos at your restaurant was imported directly from Italy but I saw you…THIS CHEESE IS FROM A GROCERY STORE…in GOTHAM… do you know what batman does to liars??”

Batman’s chasing the joker? Again? Here comes Stephanie with her fucking camera “Joker baby, you know that fight with Cobblepot meant nothing to me” “You know what, Bats? Fight whoever you want!” “Why are you going to Cobblepot’s lair with a grenade launcher? Baby…?” “Well, if the wellbeing of fucking Oswald is sooo important to you, you fucking cheater ☹️ I’m gonna kill him” “HUH” Stephanie’s joker voice is pretty good but she stops when Jason follows her channel after admitting he watches it (however Damian gives zero fucks and edits in his scarily accurate joker impression and will break into Jason’s apartment at random to do his joker impression)

Stephanie’s Duke impression is just her making puns in a bad robot voice and Duke hates it sm bc she’s saying shit like “Don’t signal for backup bc I’m already Signal-ing this ass whooping” “The yellow is the Signal for you to run” “Hey hey hey, night time is when you do this stupid shit rn is Signal Time” “The sun is my Signal to be vigilant-y” “Setting off that alarm should’ve been enough of a Signal for you stop” (Dick made tshirts and Duke refuses to talk to him when he wears them)

You legally have to be a level 79 hater to be a vigilante in gotham so most of Steph’s videos esp after Bruce has pissed her off are just her shitting on batman in a terrible growl “Damn, I’m getting too old for this…my knees hurt so much” “Nightwing thinks he’s funny, asking me if I remember the dust bowl…mf I remember the fucking big bang” “I’m so good at this, I don’t think anyone knows I’m a vampire” “Bruce Wayne owns gotham general and can’t cure Alzheimer’s?? I hate that asshole, I don’t even remember where tf I’m going” “I wanted to be Spider-Man and now I’m this” “Ooh, I’m Batman and I hate fun, happiness, and joy” “Don’t do crime, be like me…perpetually bitchless and breaking kneecaps” “Some people need coffee for a pick me up but I just need to see a purse snatcher piss their pants” “I don’t actually meld into the shadows, I just have Apple Maps and it takes me the long way”

Batman’s fighting or arguing with black mask?  Stephanie has been waiting for this moment so every video with black mask is just her making fun of black mask to the point where there’s barely any batman slander “My real names fucking Roman so I had to go all out with this stupid ass costume…I’m not even a real gothamite, I’m from metropolis” “Sionis…I don’t care… you blew up thirteen hostages” “ITS NOT MY FAULT, OKAY?! Did you know you’re supposed to wash masks? Especially if you wear the same one everyday? Bc I fucking didn’t” “…Sionis…” “THERES MOLD ON MY FACE and this mask smells like ASS” “Everyone knows that, you moron…How do you think I found you? I can smell your stench from damn near two miles away…” “I’m like scary though right??” “No, Sionis, you just have poor hygiene…and issues” “Dammit, I’m like a dollar tree version of two face” “Not quite, what’s lower than that? Dollar tree is too good for you…don’t tell joker but Harvey’s way-”

Stephanie has a two hour video of batman grappling across Gotham just shitting on metropolis and sixty seven minutes of it is just Superman slander in a terrible growl

There’s short clips of cass suddenly disappearing or appearing out of nowhere before and after dismantling someone with the michael myers theme playing in the background (Cass does dramatic flips and landings every time steph records her)

When Bruce complains about the threat to their identities and compromising ongoing missions/investigations, Stephanie (who is purposely trying to piss him off) just looks him dead in eye and goes “Well, you’re not the boss of me sooo” so Tim gives a presentation and shuts down every single argument Bruce makes just to be contrary bc he’s a fucking asshole

Tim only has a problem with it when Stephanie and Damian start working together bc Damian  does concerningly accurate impressions and Damian keeps making Tim sound like a fucking idiot and it’s worse bc he can mimic his speech patterns (“I can’t do this anymore… I’m sad and pasty… Call the fifth robin, you know…the only competent robin…”) 

Like Damian’s repeating one of Tim’s caffeine concoction induced rants about bagels in Tim’s voice while Steph is growling at him to focus in her batman impression

When Tim brings his complaints to Bruce about Stephanie’s youtube account, Bruce cites Tim’s own argument back to him so Tim takes over editing and recording to be an asshole

[hopeforchanges]

if you've never read the Silmarilion, you are depriving yourself of a major old school reality tv vibes in the vain of Big Brother. Tolkien really was the G, because if you think that the Greek gods have something on Tolkien's Valar, i'm here to tell you they're not even playing in the same league. not even in the same universe.

oh? you think Zeus is detached? Poseidon is kind of a dick and Hades just could not give less of a fuck about his dysfunctional family?

what if i told you that once upon a time there was a guy who was a big asshole and who rallied his entire race to go to war cause one other guy who was also even somehow bigger of an asshole (let's call him huge asshole) stole his shiny rocks? and the Valar did a total of fuck all to stop him from leading an entire race of people they essentially helped create and lived with in harmony to slaughter.

remember that huge asshole who stole the big's asshole shiny rocks? well he also happened to terrorize an entire continent with countless lives for centuries, meanwhile the Valar largely stay out of the conflict even though the huge asshole was technically their family and therefore their problem. Despite the pleas of the people, they remained indifferent, chillin' in the west five feet apart cause they're not gay, watching an absolute carnage unfold for several long centuries. It took several more hundreds of years and devastating battles before one guy with a backbone finally said 'had enough of this shit' and sailed to their West California/Malibu hangout to tell 'em they should get their fucking asses up and work.

so the Valar eventually are like 'jesus, okay' and stop the huge asshole but if you think that they were going to send sanitation or stimulus checks to the people who were left behind and broken by the war they did not care about to stop earlier even though they were the only ones who could, you have another thing coming cause they peace out and everyone else who cannot afford to go to their West California/Malibu hangout because they are not privileged enough or don't have the right background to go there and heal can fuck off and die.

then you might think, well, the huge asshole was defeated so now at least there should be peace and quiet for a while in the house, no? fucking no because it turned out the huge asshole polled really well in the demographic of young men and one of those young men decided to take up the huge asshole's mantle and make middle-earth great again or some shit. except his own crowd runs him out of town cause he is one of those people who think they can swing but they're actually just meow meows with anger issues and a staggering lack of self-awareness who really need to get laid. (on that later)

so the young man decides to go on vacation to an island that was basically created by the Valar as the paradise for those who helped defeat the huge asshole and he realizes he really likes this island full of assholes cause that's kind of the crowd he vibes with. and slowly but surely he comes to the conclusion that not only is the island full of assholes, it's full of the dumbest motherfuckers he has ever met in his life. he gets them to build worships and temples and statues to celebrate the huge asshole guy who died on the basis of their general huge asshole-ness they have in common with him. still, the Valar do nothing as the young man corrupts this island full of dumbasses and enslaves them to his will. they only intervene when the young man rallies them to band together and attack the West California/Malibu hangout. Which ends in complete destruction of the paradise island and a complete shift of the map of the world and the trajectory of its free peoples.

and this whole tangent is basically me reminding myself that yes, Hope, you can write an outlandish new chapter where absolute crazy batshit things happen to people who do not deserve it and have the Valar ignore it completely, because that is what they do.

they are trolling. they don't intervene when entire populations are destroyed, but when they randomly see the young man and an elf vibing on a shitty raft, Poseidon's Valar equivalent Ulmo gathers the clouds and tells his little helper Ossë who is responsible for storms and waves:

.... you know what would be really fucking hilarious ....

[kingofanemptyworld]

pokémon: verdant winds — nirei and suo — part i

WBK Pokémon AU | 2.8k

The first time he meets them, he’s staying the night in the Verdanturf Pokémon Center.

He’s got a cot in the corner of the lobby because all the rooms have already been rented out by contest participants. He’d half-expected to be turned away at the door when he saw how crowded it was but the nurse just smiled and gestured for him to wait while she got things set up for him.

Absol lays curled up beside him, freshly treated from the battles they’d been in on the way here. His pokéball’s somewhere at the bottom of Sakura’s bag, hardly used and not worth keeping on hand. Sakura tangles his fingers in the fur along Absol’s back, feeling the steady beat of his heart through his fingertips. There’s a map unfolded on his other side, and Sakura squints down at it (more aggressively than necessary, but the lighting’s not great in here, alright?) as he marks off towns with gyms.

He’d skipped over one to get here, passed right through Mauville on his way to Verdanturf. He’s not ready, he knows that; he and Absol have only been traveling together for a couple of weeks, and they lose just as many battles as they win. Not because Absol isn’t strong — he is — but because Sakura has no experience as a trainer, and most of their opponents have had their pokémon for years. It’s not in Sakura’s nature to back down from a fight, but it’s not his body on the line when they battle.

Rustboro. Dewford. Mauville. Lavaridge. Sakura scowls at the path he’s drawn. The order matters, he knows that much; strength escalates as you go down the line of gym leaders. But the gyms you generally take on at the start of your journey are further south, which means Sakura has weeks of traveling ahead of him before he can earn his first badge.

The whoosh of the door opening registers but doesn’t prompt Sakura to lift his head. A few trainers have come and gone since he got settled and none of them have so much as looked his way. He marks the next town — Petalburg City — and scratches out a few notes for himself in the margins of the map. He’s heard the gyms all got revamped within the last few years, leaders and signature types changing with the times, so his old-ass data (pilfered from the books his mom keeps in the unused office) doesn’t tell him much about what he’ll be walking into.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine. Dark types don’t have a ton of weaknesses, and Absol knows a few moves to compensate. What matters more is Sakura’s ability to think on the fly, to accurately judge the strength of their opponent and counter it. He’s lacking experience, that’s all, and he can accumulate that just fine on the way to Rustboro from here.

“Oh, there’s still room! Just wait a sec, I’ll grab another two cots from storage.”

Sakura looks over the map again, left to right. He lingers on the lone island-like marking on the far right, far away from everything else — the Pokémon League, Ever Grande City. That’s the goal. Ever Grande City, the Elite Four, the Champion. Five battles he has to overcome, so he can prove he’s the strongest trainer in Hoenn.

And then—

“Excuse me?”

His brow furrows, mouth pulling sharply into a frown. And then what? There are other regions out there, other Leagues. Is that even a thing, though? World Champion? If you conquer all the Leagues does that make you—

“Um, excuse me? Hello?”

Noisy dicks, he thinks, and strikes another line on the map, Petalburg to Fortree. Talkin’ so loud this late. Absol’s sleeping, for fuck’s sake.

As if answering Sakura’s unspoken summons, Absol lifts his head from his paws, blinking slowly and sniffing lightly at the air. It’s what clues Sakura into the fact that, actually, the reason that voice sounds so loud is because they’re — three feet away from Sakura, and clearly trying to get his attention. His hand jerks, the map tearing under his pencil.

“Whaddya want?”

The blond guy straightens up, pulling in the hand he’d been waving to catch Sakura’s eye and hooking it around the strap of his stupidly big backpack. He’s shorter than Sakura, messy-haired, freckled. The jacket he’s wearing — a dark forest green, too big and hanging slightly off his frame — looks familiar, like Sakura’s seen it in a magazine somewhere, or on one of the ads plastered around Mauville. It’s the only understated thing about him, up to and including the tinted glasses sliding down his nose. Everything else is equally loud — patterns and colors Sakura would never dream of wearing.

His companion stands out for other reasons. His clothes are foreign and almost old-fashioned, but they’re nothing compared to the eye-patch, or the pretty-boy smile that looks as real as the diamond stud in blondie’s ear. He’s got a rucksack over one shoulder, more practical than the hiking gear his friend’s lugging around, and two pokéballs on a long, thin cord around his neck.

A trainer, he guesses. Or a contest participant. Blondie’s flashy enough for something like that, and Eye-Patch’s cool demeanor reads as the kind of confidence you need for a stage that big.

“The nurse,” Blondie says, gesturing to the front desk that’s been recently vacated, “she told us we’d be welcome to stay the night here. She’ll be back with cots in a minute, so, um…”

“Would you be troubled by us sharing your corner for the night?” Eye-Patch finishes, tilting his head with the question. His dangling earring catches what little light there is, flashing distractingly.

Sakura eyes the pokéballs around his neck again, his fingers twitching in Absol’s fur. He drags his gaze up, first to Blondie, then Eye-Patch, a quick and scrutinizing once-over that has Blondie fidgeting with his backpack straps and Eye-Patch’s smile widening.

Absol shuffles his paws, not quite kneading at the cot he’s lying on, and butts his head into Sakura’s thigh, before settling down again. No issue there, at least. He trusts Absol’s instincts as much as his own and if he’s unbothered, he doubts these two will cause them trouble.

“Not like I own the place,” Sakura mutters at last, turning back to his map dismissively, shoulders hunched. “Do whatever the hell you want.”

It’s another few minutes before the nurse returns with the cots, which the newcomers set up as far from Sakura’s gear as they can be without obstructing the way to the front desk. Sakura doesn’t look at them again, but he can’t ignore them completely — he tracks what they’re doing by sound as he makes a note about how he can get to Mossdeep City.

They’re quiet for all of ten minutes before Blondie clears his throat and says, “Ah, excuse me! We didn’t introduce ourselves, and… well, I’m Nirei Akihiko!”

Eye-Patch, in the process of unhooking the pokéballs from his necklace, chimes in with, “Ash Ketchum.”

“Suo-san!” Blondie — Nirei — whispers, not low enough to escape Sakura’s notice. He bats at Eye-Patch’s shoulder and then turns to Sakura with a sheepish grin. “This is Suo-san! Suo Hayato. He jokes around a lot and it takes some getting used to, sorry!”

“I don’t care,” Sakura says, sharp and succinct, looking at them only from the corner of his eye. “I’m busy here,” he adds, stabbing at his map with the eraser of his pencil. Then, after a short, awkward pause: “...‘m Sakura.”

Nirei perks up, pleased at getting a name out of him. Like it’s some indication Sakura’s actually in the mood for conversation. “Sakura-san,” he says. “Your Absol is amazing, by the way. I’ve never seen one in person before! Where did you meet it? I’ve heard they’re usually in the forests out of Fortree CIty but reports are so unreliable it might just be that they’re passing through that area occasionally. It’s so rare to encounter one in the first place, let alone to catch one, you really must’ve staked out a good spot for a while and waited, that’s—”

“Nirei-kun,” Suo interjects, still smiling, with a hand on Nirei’s arm mid-gesture. “Sakura-kun looks a little lost.”

“Huh?”

Nirei blinks and focuses on Sakura again, rather than Absol, and Sakura sneers to cover up the baffled expression he’d been wearing just seconds ago. Damn it, he hadn’t realized Suo was even paying attention to him; he’d brought out his two pokémon — some small, tan and red thing that Sakura doesn’t recognize and a Dratini of all things, which coils immediately around Suo’s shoulders like a dragon-scale scarf — and seemed intent on portioning out their food. Nirei’s pokémon, a fur-ball puppy-thing, sits in his lap, its head drooping every few seconds as it fights off sleep.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I just get so excited when I meet new pokémon, and—” He cuts himself off, scrambling to pull something out of one of the inner pockets of his jacket. It’s some… red rectangle, when he manages to find it. That he then flips open and holds in a death grip with both hands as his head pops back up, staring at Sakura with an overeager expression that makes his shoulders pinch with tension. “Would it be alright for me to scan Absol for my pokédex? I might not get to see one again, and the Professor would be really grateful if I can send its data back!”

“Hah?” Sakura’s eyes narrow. “The fuck’s a pokédex?”

Nirei freezes, still staring and decidedly less chipper about it. Even Suo glances up from where he’s been hand-feeding his Dratini bits of blue pokéblocks. Sakura’s ears burn, knowing instinctively he’s said something weird but, as always, unsure exactly what about it was off.

“Sakura-san, you didn’t get a pokédex when you started your journey?”

Obviously fucking not. They’d given him a handful of pokéballs and a card that certified he was a registered gym challenger, nothing else.

It’s something for data collection, based on what Nirei was saying. Pokémon data, useful for professors and their research. Sakura’s parents don’t have anything like that, as far as he knows; all their shit’s on their laptops or their phones. And don’t most trainers use phones, anyway? Navigation, sending or receiving payments after a loss, communicating with friends — everyone has Rotom phones nowadays and they never pull out anything else, so maybe the phones function as pokédexes, too? If that’s apparently a thing the average trainer has.

“Didn’t need one,” Sakura says. It’s true enough; he has a lot of basic knowledge from what he’s read in his parents’ books, and he can look up anything else at Pokémon Centers or libraries. His phone’s an older model, didn’t come with a Rotom to pilot it, and it barely connects to the internet, so physical stuff is more reliable. He also doesn’t have a reason to catalog pokémon — he’s only got Absol and it’s not like he’s trying to fill out the other five pokéballs he has on him.

“There’s an app as well,” Suo says, demonstrating by flashing his own Rotom phone at Sakura. It’s displaying a picture of Dratini right now, along with a few lines of text and other miscellaneous details. Height, weight, sex. What the hell does Sakura need with any of that? “It’s more common now to use this,” Suo adds, giving his phone a little shake for emphasis, “but plenty of people like the retro feel of models like Nirei-kun’s, and they offer them at registration centers. You generally have to ask, though, from what I understand, since the app tends to be more convenient.”

That explains why they wouldn’t have given him one. Sakura only shrugs — it’s still true he doesn’t need it, so it’s no great loss to him whether it’s commonplace or not.

“Oh, but…” Nirei trails off at another look from Suo. His shoulders sag, just for a moment, before he brightens again, holding out his pokédex towards Sakura. “Do you want to page through mine? I don’t have a lot filled out yet, I only just started my independent research, but you can look at what I’ve managed to scrounge together so far!”

Sakura’s tempted to just ignore him and return to mapping out his journey. He’s not exactly interested in whatever Nirei’s researching, and he wants this done before he goes to sleep tonight, since he’ll be up at dawn to head out again.

His gaze slides from Nirei to the pokémon in his lap, and then to the one Suo’s carefully grooming with a brush he’s drawn from his bag. He doesn’t have names for them and it fucking… rankles.

He takes the pokédex from Nirei in a quick, too-aggressive movement he doesn’t apologize for, even when Nirei jerks back in surprise. Suo said it’s an older model, but it seems pretty sleek to Sakura, if a bit clunky. Easy to use, at least; he thumbs at the pad on the right-hand side and it changes from the entry Nirei had been looking at — Shroomish, Sakura saw a lot of those on his way into Verdanturf — to the next. He presses down until it shows him the puppy pokémon Nirei’s holding.

Lillipup. Weird fur, good at making fight-or-flight decisions.

Sakura presses down again and eventually finds Suo’s pokémon, Mienfoo. Fights with flowing attacks and sharp claws, makes up for its lack of power with quantity. Sakura squints at the picture. It… fits this guy, Suo, in a way he can’t quite explain. Not that he’d tell him that, anyway; it’s a random thing to hear from a stranger and Sakura has no desire to prolong this conversation.

He goes to toss the device back to Nirei, then pauses, looking at Absol. It takes a second of fiddling, but he brings up the scan option and points it at Absol. The entry pops up almost instantly.

‘Absol, the disaster pokémon. Absol has the ability to foretell the coming of natural disasters. It lives in a harsh, rugged mountain environment. This Pokémon very rarely ventures down from the mountains.’

Whatever Sakura’s face is doing must make Nirei fear for the life of his precious pokédeck, because he shuffles forward and hesitantly reaches out both hands for it, head bowed, like he’s making an offering or something.

“Um, Sakura-san, if you wouldn’t mind—”

“Here,” he says, dumping it into Nirei’s hands and sitting back on his cot. He drags the map back in front of him and finds the pencil he’d dropped at some point, hunching over to plot out the next point of his journey. “I’m going to bed in a minute,” he adds, scowling, as a reminder to them not to make a bunch of noise and keep him up.

“Oh,” Nirei says, “oh, you— Thank you, Sakura-san! For the data! The Professor is going to be so happy when he sees this, I really appreciate it.”

“We’ll be quiet,” Suo says with a curious smile, smoothing down the fur on Mienfoo’s head. Dratini’s asleep around his neck, its head tucked under the curl of his body with only the white fins visible near Suo’s throat. “We have an early start to the day ourselves.”

“Suo-san’s participating in the contest tomorrow!” Nirei adds. “You should come, Sakura-san! I don’t do contests, I’m not nearly coordinated enough for it, but it’s amazing to watch the contestants, and Suo-san’s a genius when it comes to making his pokémon shine.”

So not a trainer, Sakura muses, grunting to show he’s heard and offering no other response. Not worth my time, then. Damn, his Mienfoo looks strong, too. Would’ve made good practice for Absol.

Eventually, Suo and Nirei turn in for the night. Nirei sleeps on his side with Lillipup curled into a ball near his head. Suo’s flat on his back like a freak, hands folded over his stomach, his bag under his head as a pillow. Mienfoo lies down in the exact same position and Dratini is coiled on top of Suo’s chest. It doesn’t weigh much, according to the pokédex entry on it, but it still seems like an odd place for it to sleep.

Sakura rolls his eyes at himself, tucking away the map he’s finally finished notating. It’s not his problem and he definitely doesn’t care how comfortable Suo is.

The lights in the Center never turn off completely, in case late-night stragglers need emergency care for their pokémon, but Sakura’s gotten used to blocking them out with one of his spare shirts folded over his eyes. He settles beside Absol, his back to Absol’s side, and closes his eyes.

He half-expects to be up half the night with strangers this close to him, but Absol’s familiar warmth and even breathing are enough to lull him to sleep, as usual. Just before he slips under, he thinks, vaguely, that he might check out the contest after all. He could learn something from how participants command their pokémon, even if it’s not directly applicable to battling.

It won’t be much of a detour, at least. He’ll leave right after and get back on the road. Easy enough to make up the time later on.