#the universe refuses to comply

[gothyanki]

Becoming increasingly obsessed with the idea of Gith as a crash-burned/fallen idealist.

[peachypinkygloss]

congrats on your milestone!!! 🥳🥳💕💕💕💕 ur writing is amazing !! can i request nerd jk X popular reader and a spitting kink 🫣 TYSMMM MUAH

thank you for the request love!! 🫶🏻 (dw I saw your other ask 😉)

you like that?

You didn't think the nerdy boy in your class was a master at eating pussy.

pairing: nerd!jungkook x fem!reader

genre: university au, fwb au, smut

warnings: jk god of sex??, unprotected oral sex, cunnilingus, spit kink, cum eating, 600 words.

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍 (requests are closed!!)

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

"Yeah? You like that?" Jungkook teases, peering up at you from between your legs. He spits again on your pussy, watching the globe of spit dripping down on your lips.

"Yeah," you breathe out, chest heaving rapidly. You throw your arm over your forehead, lazy eyes looking at his tattooed fingers playing with your pussy, rubbing circles on your clit.

You can't believe the nerdy boy from your photography class is an absolute monster in bed. Monster in every sense of it; a big dick that you can't even fit your whole palm around, a never ending libido that always leads you to have multiple orgasms in one night and a god of cunnilingus that has your clit literally aching.

You don't complain, though. Asking for his help was surely the best decision you've made in your years of university.

He replaces his fingers with his mouth and your eyes roll back in your skull, your hands instantly flying to his hair. "Fuck, Kookie," you moan out, wrapping your legs around his shoulders instinctively.

He passes his arms around your thighs, his big hands holding your hips tightly, refusing to let you go. You let out sweet sounds out of your mouth that grace Jungkook's ears, letting him know that he makes you feel really good.

You don't have to force any moan, he's the one who forces them out of you. You pull on his black hair, making him groan against your pussy, the pain encouraging him to eat you out like you're his last meal.

You sometimes feel the cool silver of his lip piercings on your burning skin, reminding you how little you used to know about him, how you thought he was just an innocent and smart guy. He's still smart, but no more innocent. He's the opposite of innocent.

"Please, just-... oh, god," you mumble, completely wrecked by Jungkook's lips sucking on your bud of nerves. You want to cum so bad, but how can you tell him when you can't even align two words?

He chuckles, drawing circles on your clit with his fingers instead so he can talk to you. "What did you say, baby?" He grins and you hate when he makes fun of you when he's literally the reason why you can't think straight right now.

You whine, feeling yourself getting frustrated. "Please, Jungkook," you beg again, but he still pretends he doesn't understand.

"Please what? Use your big girl words," he says, the usual lopsided smile gracing his lips now coated in your juices.

"Want to cum!" You finally exclaim, pushing his head toward your aching pussy.

He laughs before complying, back at sucking your swollen clit. You breathe out a little 'yes', closing your eyes to enjoy yourself completely.

He brings you close to your orgasm quickly, holding the back of your thighs to keep them apart. You shove Jungkook's face onto your cunt, so desperate and greedy to reach your high.

When you feel that burning sensation at the pit of your stomach, you know you're about to cum and that's what happens as Jungkook sucks avidly on your poor clit.

Your thighs shake beside his head and you moan out loudly, eyes watering at how pleasuring this feels. You close your legs around him, bucking your hips upward, driving off your high.

After your orgasm, he comes up to you and kisses your lips, your taste still lingering on them. "What do we say?" He smugly smiles, hands placed on your hips.

You roll your eyes playfully, smiling in return. "Thank you."

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[ninicaise]

some ppl are rlly out there claiming to be damen fans while completely misunderstanding and minimizing every aspect of his character except for how much he suffers lmfao.

if you think slavery wasn't a core flaw in akielon culture and damen wasn't on some level morally reprehensible for being a perpetrator in that system then i'm sorry but you do not like damen as much as you think you do. if you think the akielon slavery system is somehow justifiable in-universe because in the originally slavekink type of worldbuilding the slaves wanted to be in that position bc they were naturally submissive then you missed the entire point of damen's character arc.

the issue isn't that i can't see slavery through the lens of kink exploration, i'm very good at suspension of disbelief. but pacat said it himself, the consensual kink part of the story and worldbuilding got away from him because damen refused to comply with that narrative. so at that point a theme of "slavery bad" starts making its way into the story through damen. the slave kink excuse is no longer valid because damen himself starts questioning it, within the story. the narrative (DAMEN!!!!!) sets this moral standard, not the reader.

now. i'm not claiming damen deserved any of the horrible treatment he got from laurent, bc he did not. i'm speaking in terms of strictly what happened in the story. in the story, damen is a former slave owner, realizing slaves are in a very vulnerable position because he himself is put in a very vulnerable position with the worst master and owner imaginable is a core part of his story, his narrative, and the most telling thing about his personality and beliefs.

damen took those negative experiences, that pain and anger he felt at being captive, brutalized, humiliated, and robbed of his free will, and he was able to transfer those onto other people, his subjects, people he himself might've hurt by taking away their own free will. he was able to grow from his trauma through self-reflection and to see reality beyond a life of normalization of systematic violence from which he benefited, resolving to make a significant change as soon as he got the power to do so. that level of empathy and integrity is incredibly admirable of him.

and so you can't have your cake an eat it too. if you claim to love and enjoy this part of his character, you cannot in good faith claim the evil (in a thematic sense) he was fighting against and managed to defeat was not that even that evil anyway. you are saying his judgement is clouded by personal trauma, that he is biased and even overdramatic, and seeing a problem where there isn't any. this is in fact, disrespectful to damen's character. believe it or not.

[dwonfilm]

There’s no life after you. | Dean Winchester x Reader (one-shot)

Summary: Dean felt like he had no other option than to push [Y/N] out of his life completely. When he and Sam find a case in her hometown, he’s hit with all of the emotions he’d tried for so long to bury.

Warnings: swearing, mild-angst, mostly sadness and ending with fluff.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Flashbacks are in bold.

Dean and Sam had found a case in Reno, Nevada—a city that had a lot of memories particularly for the older Winchester. Sure they’d worked a dozen or more cases around here over the years but that wasn’t the type of memories that kept playing on his mind. He only wished it was that simple. Sam had opted to take the backseat, needing some extra rest on the drive and Dean usually drove his precious ‘67 impala anyway. Ever since they’d found this case, the eldest Winchester was uneasy. Not because it was anything special, from the details online it seemed like it was just another vamps nest—maybe even just a handful travelling together.

No, what began to plague his mind was something that cut much deeper than that. All he could think about was you.

It had been roughly two years since he’d last seen you. Every other second of the last year and half had been him fighting the urge to reach out, knowing two things for certain. One: you’d be far better off without him holding you down. Two: even if that wasn’t the case, he’d really hurt you the last time you spoke and despite how much he missed you.. you’d likely never speak to him again—but that’s what he’d wanted right? You to move on, you to live a life that wasn’t plagued by the dangers of all things supernatural. Find a good man, a normal man, settle down.. get married and have kids. Not have to worry about tending to someone who had spent his entire life broken. Shaking his head to try and rid himself of these thoughts, it seemed the universe had other plans.

It seemed at some point in the drive his playlist had changed and delved into the ‘divorced dad rock’ side of things—the first few notes of what he recognized as a Daughtry song began to play. Seemingly just as they’d finally crossed the state lines into Nevada, the lyrics began..

“Ten miles from town and I just broke down, spitting out smoke on the side of the road. I’m out here alone, just trying to get home to tell you I was wrong but you already know. Believe me I won’t stop at nothing to see you so I’ve started running.”

Now Dean knew exactly what song this was and it damn sure wasn’t helping with his desperate need to stop thinking about you. He reached out to change the song but when the chorus hit, he stopped and his finger merely hovered above the button.

“All that I’m after is a life full of laughter, as long as I’m laughing with you—and I think that all that still matters is love ever after, after the life we’ve been through. ‘Cause I know there’s no life after you.”

It was as if the song was delivered down by the hand of God himself, which only made the ache in Dean’s heart that much worse. He’d been in pain ever since he left two years prior, but he had no right to be—he knew that. After all, the reason he didn’t have you by his side was because he left. It was because he walked away. Deeply he’d sigh as the next verse again would line up with the exact thought in his head.

“Last time we talked, the night that I walked burns like an iron in the back of my mind. I must have been high, to say you and I, weren’t meant to be and just wasting my time. Oh why did I ever doubt you? You know I would die here without you.”

Death had truly paled in comparison to how he felt seeing the look in your eyes. All of the pain, the hurt as he watched you break in front of his very eyes. You’d been together three years in total, but what you didn’t know—what he refused to tell you is that his worst fear was becoming a reality. Lucifer had threatened you in order to make Dean comply with his demand. He’d figured out the only way to get to the elder Winchester was through you, seeing as Lucifer himself needed Sam for his own personal vendettas. It wasn’t long after this that Dean knew he had to get as far away from you as possible. All the pain and suffering he’d endured in his lifetime would be nothing if your death was due to him. He couldn’t live with that and more importantly, you deserved more than that out of this life.

“All that I’m after is a life full of laughter, as long as I’m laughing with you—and I think that all that still matters is love ever after, after the life we’ve been through. ‘Cause I know there’s no life after you.”

Sam began to stir in the backseat, which he’s caught sight of through the rear view mirror and so Dean quickly changed the station. He’d use Metallica specifically to shift the mood before his brother woke up and started asking too many questions. Questions that Dean wouldn’t have the answers to and he was already battling his mind to keep it all at bay.

Gripping Baby’s wheel tightly in his hands, he’d continue to path to Reno. About fifteen minutes later was when Sam’s eyes actually opened. “Mornin’ sleeping beauty.” Dean said with a (fake) smile on his face. “Ha-ha, very funny. Wait.. how long was I out? Are we in Nevada already?” He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and noting their desert-like surroundings. “I don’t know, hours Sammy. Yeah we’re in Nevada—about an hour or two ‘til Reno.” Just saying the name of the city was enough to have him nervous again. There was a brief bit of silence between the brothers, Sam had a thought on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t know whether he should say it. Dean’s eyes had fixated on the road ahead and he sensed that his younger brother was gonna bring it up—bring you up, he’d always really liked you. Besides that, he could always seem to tell when things were troubling Dean despite his best efforts to hide it. “You know you could-“ Sam started but knowing it was coming, the elder brother immediately shut it down. “Sam, don’t. Please. I can’t and you know that.” Dean’s voice was shaky and that let him know that he’d already been thinking about things far too long. “You’ve been thinking about it. I know you, man. You think I didn’t see the look on your face when I told you we had something in Reno?” He sighed, knowing that his older brother was struggling with this didn’t make him feel good but he also knew it was making Dean feel worse. “Sammy, please.. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.”

Sam would shake his head but he let it go, rehashing this with Dean while he was attempting to drive wasn’t gonna end well for either of them. Not to mention an hour and a half of odd tension in such a small place wasn’t ideal either. Instead, the younger brother’s eyes averted from the front of the car altogether as he turned to gaze out the window next to him. Sighing partially in relief and partially from the lingering thoughts, Dean would fully place his attention on the road and on the directions to this particular motel. They needed to get in, solve this case and get out before he did something he’d been trying for quite some time not to do.

Surprisingly this case was a little more difficult to follow through on, these vampires were incredibly elusive and their nest wasn’t the easiest to find. However, after a couple days lingering around they finally located the nest and were able to kill the three vamps that had been killing the locals. As it had become part of the job, Sam and Dean went out to a local dive bar to celebrate the victory—but Dean was trying to do more than that. He was trying to drown the lingering thoughts of you with whiskey, swallowing the liquid and letting it gently burn his throat. This would end up having the opposite effect and only made him think of you more. Over the first hour and change the brothers spent at the bar, three separate girls tried to hit on Dean but he didn’t really pay them any mind. Around the two hour mark the elder of the brothers decided he needed some air, getting up and walking outside. Dragging his dominant hand over his face he was doing anything to cling to that last bit of pride that he had. You were better off and he knew that, but every day that had been lost it was eating at him slowly. He needed a distraction and so he walked over to his precious car, getting into the driver’s seat and sighing. One flick of the wrist and the lights would come on, the radio coming in clear as day: it was that goddamn song again.

“You and I, right or wrong, there’s no other one. After this time spent alone it’s hard to believe that a man with sight could be so blind, thinking about the better times.. must’ve been out of my mind. So I’m running back to tell you.”

Again it seemed like the universe had intervened and Dean Winchester was far too drunk to fight it. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes and right now, all that he needed was you. He opened up the driver’s side door and got out just to come face to face with Sam, who had been worried when he couldn’t locate his brother in the bar. “What is it Dean?” He asked, noting the emotional state it was clear he was in—confused but not entirely. It wasn’t like him to be so open with his emotions, but you’d helped him with that. “I need to see her, Sammy. I can’t do this anymore.” There was enough emotion in his voice for his younger brother to know what he meant. Nodding Sam would approach the driver’s side door. “I’m driving, we’re not risking it with you.” Dean normally would protest but right now? All he needed to do was get to you. It didn’t matter how, he just needed to fill the void that he’d put there himself.

“All that I’m after is a life full of laughter, without you god knows what I’d do.”

Dean’s eyes were technically gazing out the window, but that’s not what he saw. His mind was flashing different images in rotation—one happy memory with you followed up by something he’d done to chase your memory away after he’d run away.

“All that I’m after is a life full of laughter, as long as I’m laughing with you and I think that all that still matters is love ever after—after the life we’ve been through. I know there’s no life after you.”

It seemed fast, but it had probably been about thirty minutes of time that had passed. Not that you lived very far at all, if you were even still at the last address the Winchesters had for you—Sam took a longer route hoping that Dean would sober up a little more before talking with you. Anyone would be able to smell the whiskey on him at this moment, but his words needed to be coherent if there was any chance of you hearing him out. It seemed that he had sort of the same idea because even when the impala had pulled into the driveway, he just sat there. “What if she doesn’t wanna talk?” Dean asked, somber tone to his voice as his eyes remained fixated on the front door of what he hoped was still your home. Mind racing almost as fast as his heart. “Dean, if I know anything about [Y/N], she’ll at least listen—even if she’s incredibly pissed and still hurt.” Sam reassured his older brother. Dean sighed again, not wanting to waste another second and also wanting to see have some alcohol in his system for this conversation. Slowly he opened the passenger side door and stepped out onto the asphalt driveway. Gently closing the door, it had still alerted a dog inside the home who was barking just a little bit every couple of seconds. He carried himself up the few cement steps, turning to see the front door closer than ever. Now more memories of the last time he was here were coming back.

“Dean, please.. why are you doing this? You can’t possibly just have stopped loving me, that’s not..” Her sobs were breaking his heart but he knew this was something he had to do. “Why are you walking away from this? From us? After everything we’ve been through.. after the life we’ve built from the ground up.. you’re just throwing it all away.” She felt as if there was a fire in your chest, she’d been sobbing so intensely for what seemed like forever. Mascara and eyeliner were smudged and made a mess of the space underneath her eyes. “Say something, Dean—please.. why are you pushing me away? What did I do?!” Every word became far more intense and the actual words were hard to discern from the sobs. Dean had just been staring at the floor since the words left his mouth. Three years next to her and he never imagined this day would come, but if you died just so Lucifer could get one up on him? He’d never survive. He’d never be able to carry the weight of your death or your blood on his hands—so this was the only way you got to live a long and happy life without him putting you in harm’s way. “[Y/N/N] I.. I just don’t think we were meant to work out. I’m sorry, I just-“ he was cut off by her intense sobs hearing him saying it again. “Please Dean.. don’t do this.. whatever I did wrong, whatever’s not working we can fix it. Please..” She pleaded, voice already hoarse from the crying and the wailing. “Sweetheart you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me, I’m just, not made out for this relationship stuff.” He’d barely lifted his gaze again to meet her own, but only for a second. Seeing her like that was too hard for his heart to bare. “Why Dean.. please.. it’s been three years. Three years of this and we can talk about it. Whatever it is we can move past it together, don’t you love me anymore?” She sobbed out, arms wrapped around her own chest as Dean looked up to her face and met her gaze one last time. “Honey, I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.” Sighing he turned to walk out the front door, closing it and never looking back. He couldn’t look—his heart had already shattered.

Now here he was again, roughly two years later, taking the last few steps to fully stand at your front door. Lifting his hand which had formed a loose fist, he’d knock three times upon the wooden material of the door. There was no answer and no sign that anyone was home other than the dog barking that he’d heard moments prior. Dean was about to turn and walk back down the pathway when he heard the doorknob turning after the lock clicked out of position. “Do you know how late it is, what do you nee—“ her eyes widened when she realized who had just knocked at her door. “D-Dean.. what are you..” she felt her bottom lip quivering. Dean could tell this was the last thing she’d ever thought would happen. “Hi, sweetheart. I-“ before he could get another word out of his mouth, he was met with a harsh slap to the side of his face. His eyes fell as he collected his thoughts, waiting before speaking again. “I deserve that. I deserve that and so much more. [Y/N/N] I’m so sorry.. I’m so fucking sorry.” He got out, not being able to look back up at her just yet. “You’ve got some kind of nerve showing up here, this late at night.. Dean you broke my heart and you stomped on it to boot. Why do you think after two whole years that I’d listen to whatever the hell you have to say?” It was obvious that there was sadness and hurt laced within her voice, more so than the anger she’s trying to push forward. Slowly his head tilted back into its usual position and his eyes found hers again. “I know there’s no life after you.” It was all he could say in that second and her expression softened, before she’d built the wall back up. “You came all the way to quote a Daughtry song?”

“No, I’m quoting that damn song because for the three days Sam and I have been in Reno I’ve heard it everywhere. My car, in a store, hell in my head—[Y/N] I’ve been trying every day since I left to push your memory from my mind. I wanted so badly to forget about you and know that you were free to have a normal life. I also know that I’ve got no right to stand on your doorstep telling you how much pain I’ve been in since the second I walked out this door two years ago when this whole fucking thing is my fault.” He paused, tears slowly falling as he tried to blink them away. “[Y/N] I was afraid. I was so afraid.. I couldn’t lose you like that-“ Again he was cut off but just by her words this time. “Dean you did lose me, you pushed me away—fuck you pushed me out of your life altogether. You’re absolutely correct, you don’t have any right to stand here talking about your pain. I didn’t eat, I barely slept, for weeks after you left. All I did was lay on that couch and sob. Endlessly. After I couldn’t physically sob any more I thought, there has to be some kind of monster or witch doing this and so I researched for weeks and still barely ate and slept only a fraction more. All I came up with was dead end after dead end and so I finally had to realize the truth.” She sobbed out, pausing to try and steady her own voice. “You chose to leave on your own.” She’d opened her mouth to continue talking but now it was his turn to sob out, which caught her completely off guard. “He made me feel like I had no other choice..”

Now you stood with a perplexed look on your face as tears were streaming down your cheeks. “What.. who-“ before the question could even fully leave her lips, the man she loved began to speak again. “Lucifer. He needed Sammy, you know all that one true vessel shit, so he couldn’t hurt me that way. He knew any threat he put to Sam wouldn’t stick because deep down I knew that Lucifer needed Sam alive and well to complete whatever sick and twisted plan he had thought out.” She felt both her heart and her stomach drop, figuring out exactly where this was going. “[Y/N] he said he’d kill you and not think twice. I couldn’t.. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died all because I love you. I wouldn’t be able to breathe knowing that your death was my fault and I’d never get your blood off my hands.” His confidence had wavered, the alcohol mostly wearing off. You sighed, a silence falling over the two of you as you attempted to process what he’d just said. “Dean.. why didn’t you just talk to me? Tell me what he said and we could’ve talked about it.” She asked, the venom gone from her words and a sadness settling over them. “I was scared. I didn’t know how to admit that I was scared especially to you, I’m the one that was supposed to keep you safe. I know that’s not an excuse and I’m not trying to excuse me hurting you like I did—that image of you hugging yourself and crying the hardest I’d ever seen someone cry has haunted me all this time. I never wanna hurt anyone but I damn sure never wanted to hurt you.. at all—let alone like that..”

Again a silence fell between them, it felt like a lifetime between their words and the action she’d finally take. Stepping forward she used both of her hands to cup his face, both having glassy hues due to all the tears. “I forgive you, Dean.” She said almost in a whisper. He felt his heart racing and he eyes searched hers for any sign that this might not be true. Seconds felt like hours but he couldn’t find any sign of deception and instinctively, he plunged forward to connect his lips with her own. It had caught her off guard but she was returning the kiss with an explosion of passion. They chased the other’s lips in a back and forth motion until they both couldn’t breathe. After pushing the limit a little further they’d separate but remain forehead-to-forehead. “I know there’s no life after you.” She spoke in a soft tone before pulling Dean inside of her home and re-locking the door.

[feanarotherindion]

MXTX guys if their partners told them to bend over:

SQQ: *whacks Binghe with his fan* SHAMELESS! *bends over anyway*

LBH: This is his wildest dreams coming true guys! What he had dreamed of since forever! Bingmei’s maiden heart has finally achieved nirvana! *bends over faster than the speed of light *

XL: *bends over and the ‘evil’ inside him from previous bending over spills out*

HC: cool as cucumber, he’s down for anything with Dianxia *bends over so sexily sets fires across the universe*

WWX: ah Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, what if I don’t do it? Hmm? Will you make me? HGJ is so strong he can make me do whatever. It’s not like I can stop him *bats eyelashes*

LWJ: No, Wei Ying will bend over *refuses to comply, makes Wei Ying do it*

[fafnir19]

Sword Borthers

Louis sat at his desk, with piles of papers and screens surrounding him like a fortress of monotony. The office was as lively as a retirement home, and the only entertainment Louis had was peering out the window at the obnoxious frat boys from the nearby university.

Their booming laughter and cocky swagger grated on his last nerve, but a small part of him couldn't help but envy their carefree existence. With his 35-years Louis was trapped in a dead-end office job, the only splash of color was Monique, a stunning 29-year-old colleague who had unknowingly stolen Louis's heart. Unfortunately, his crippling shyness transformed him into the office's resident hermit crab, too timid to approach her with anything more than a weak smile during their coffee breaks.

One day, after a successful business deal, the entire office headed to the city's party district. Louis usually preferred quieter events, but the atmosphere was infectious, and Monique was there too. The presence of the obnoxious frat jocks didn't bother him much at the time. As the drinks flowed, Monique approached Louis, and he could hardly believe his luck. The night escalated quickly, and Louis found himself entangled in a passionate affair with Monique.

Buoyed by the night with Monique, Louis decided to take up some exercise. While showering at the gym, the frat jocks, just finished with their weightlifting, joined him.

Trevor, the frat president, approached Louis and mentioned that he had heard about Louis and Monique's tryst, adding that she had been quite, ahem, aroused. Anger surged through Louis at Trevor's disrespect, but Trevor continued, revealing that he had also slept with Monique just before Louis did, referring to her as a 'naughty little minx.' The rage within Louis grew, but Trevor slyly suggested that if they crossed their cocks now, they would officially become 'sword brothers' and have no need for animosity. Finding Trevor's dialogue incredibly crude, Louis was about to protest, but before he could retaliate, Trevor did the unthinkable. He forcefully pushed Louis against the shower wall, their manhoods—er, swords—crossing paths in a test of manliness.

In that moment, a surge of energy coursed through Louis, and the world began to spin. When Louis regained his senses, he was transformed. He looked 19 years old and had a toned, athletic body.

Both he and Trevor were at a loss for words. One of the other frat jocks suddenly shouted, "Brother over lover!" and they all cheered, exchanging high-fives. For Trevor, the situation was clear – Louis was now his little 'sword brother.' He grinned at Louis, eager to play the role of mentor, saying that he had always wanted a younger brother and that he would teach Louis everything he needed to know. Louis protested, reminding Trevor he was more than ten years older than him, but Trevor just grinned back, saying that Louis didn't look older anymore. In the locker room, Louis's wallet accidentally fell out of his locker, and his ID card slipped free. Both Louis and Trevor looked up simultaneously, and while Louis froze in shock, Trevor's grin widened. The ID card displayed Louis's transformed appearance, along with a revised birthdate — he was now 19 years old, three years younger than Trevor.

Trevor refused to see Louis as anything other than his little 'bro.' The other frat jocks immediately dressed Louis in a tracksuit and whisked him away to the frat house, determined to figure out what had happened.

They discovered that if Louis climaxed within the next 24 hours, his transformation would become permanent. And if the frat jocks were the ones to bring him to climax, not only would he remain transformed, but he would become a pledge as well. Trevor demanded that Louis surrender and climax, but Louis refused to comply. Trever was not willing to give up his new little brother. So, Trevor and some of the frat jocks grabbed Louis and Trevor started to pleasure him.

Trevor whispered seductively in Louis ear: "Just cum and become a pledge. I will mold you and you will be like me in no time." Louis tried to fight it; to be like Trevor was the last thing he wanted in the world. However, Trevor proceeded to pleasure Louis masterly and he felt that Louis was near to climax. Trevor shouted at Louis:" Shoot your load in my hand and become my willing pledge!" Louis couldn't resist anymore and came. 

Now a pledge, Louis found himself living the college experience he had once longed for.

Trevor treated him as a little brother, and though Louis initially resisted, he soon realized that this was his second chance in life. When Louis donned the first time the official frat suit he got to his surprise a boner.

Trevor smirked and said:" Perfect, your sword is already loyal to the frat and your mind will follow soon." And Trevor was right, soon Louis was looking up to Trevor and he wanted to be like him.

As Trevor completed his studies and moved out of the frat house, Louis was his perfect successor – an incredibly handsome, athletic, and desirable individual with brains and good grades - and a sex machine. Trevor was proud of his little sword-bro!

[batboyblog]

One woman miscarried in the lobby restroom of a Texas emergency room as front desk staff refused to admit her. Another woman learned that her fetus had no heartbeat at a Florida hospital, the day after a security guard turned her away from the facility. And in North Carolina, a woman gave birth in a car after an emergency room couldn’t offer an ultrasound. The baby later died.

Complaints that pregnant women were turned away from U.S. emergency rooms spiked in 2022 after the U.S. Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade, federal documents obtained by The Associated Press reveal. 

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It’s happened despite federal mandates that the women be treated. 

Federal law requires emergency rooms to treat or stabilize patients who are in active labor and provide a medical transfer to another hospital if they don’t have the staff or resources to treat them. Medical facilities must comply with the law if they accept Medicare funding.

The Supreme Court will hear arguments Wednesday that could weaken those protections. The Biden administration has sued Idaho over its abortion ban, even in medical emergencies, arguing it conflicts with the federal law.

“No woman should be denied the care she needs,” Jennifer Klein, director of the White House Gender Policy Council, said in a statement. “All patients, including women who are experiencing pregnancy-related emergencies, should have access to emergency medical care required under the Emergency Medical Treatment and Labor Act.”

PREGNANCY CARE AFTER ROE

Pregnant patients have “become radioactive to emergency departments” in states with extreme abortion restrictions, said Sara Rosenbaum, a George Washington University health law and policy professor. 

“They are so scared of a pregnant patient, that the emergency medicine staff won’t even look. They just want these people gone,” Rosenbaum said. 

Consider what happened to a woman who was nine months pregnant and having contractions when she arrived at the Falls Community Hospital in Marlin, Texas, in July 2022, a week after the Supreme Court’s ruling on abortion. The doctor on duty refused to see her.

“The physician came to the triage desk and told the patient that we did not have obstetric services or capabilities,” hospital staff told federal investigators during interviews, according to documents. “The nursing staff informed the physician that we could test her for the presence of amniotic fluid. However, the physician adamantly recommended the patient drive to a Waco hospital.”

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Federal investigators looked into just over a dozen pregnancy-related complaints in those states during the months leading up to the U.S. Supreme Court’s pivotal ruling on abortion in 2022. But more than two dozen complaints about emergency pregnancy care were lodged in the months after the decision was unveiled. It is not known how many complaints were filed last year as the records request only asked for 2022 complaints and the information is not publicly available otherwise. 

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‘SHE IS BLEEDING A LOT’

Other pregnancies ended in catastrophe, the documents show.

At Sacred Heart Emergency Center in Houston, front desk staff refused to check in one woman after her husband asked for help delivering her baby that September. She miscarried in a restroom toilet in the emergency room lobby while her husband called 911 for help.

“She is bleeding a lot and had a miscarriage,” the husband told first responders in his call, which was transcribed from Spanish in federal documents. “I’m here at the hospital but they told us they can’t help us because we are not their client.”

Emergency crews, who arrived 20 minutes later and transferred the woman to a hospital, appeared confused over the staff’s refusal to help the woman, according to 911 call transcripts.

One first responder told federal investigators that when a Sacred Heart Emergency Center staffer was asked about the gestational age of the fetus, the staffer replied: “No, we can’t tell you, she is not our patient. That’s why you are here.”

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Meanwhile, the staff at Person Memorial Hospital in Roxboro, North Carolina, told a pregnant woman, who was complaining of stomach pain, that they would not be able to provide her with an ultrasound. The staff failed to tell her how risky it could be for her to depart without being stabilized, according to federal investigators. While en route to another hospital 45 minutes away, the woman gave birth in a car to a baby who did not survive. 

In Melbourne, Florida, a security guard at Holmes Regional Medical Center refused to let a pregnant woman into the triage area because she had brought a child with her. When the patient came back the next day, medical staff were unable to locate a fetal heartbeat. The center declined to comment on the case. 

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For Huntsberger, the OB-GYN, EMTALA was one of the few ways she felt protected to treat pregnant patients in Idaho, despite the state’s abortion ban. She left Idaho last year to practice in Oregon because of the ban.

The threat of fines or loss of Medicare funding for violating EMTALA is a big deterrent that keeps hospitals from dumping patients, she said. Many couldn’t keep their doors open if they lost Medicare funding. 

She has been waiting to see how HHS penalizes two hospitals in Missouri and Kansas that HHS announced last year it was investigating after a pregnant woman, who was in preterm labor at 17 weeks, was denied an abortion. 

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President Joe Biden and top U.S. health official Xavier Becerra have both publicly vowed vigilance in enforcing the law. 

Even as states have enacted strict abortion laws, the White House has argued that if hospitals receive Medicare funds they must provide stabilizing care, including abortions.

In a statement to THE AP, Becerra called it the “nation’s bedrock law protecting Americans’ right to life- and health-saving emergency medical care.” 

“And doctors, not politicians, should determine what constitutes emergency care,” he added.

Idaho’s law does not allow abortions if a mother’s health is at risk. But the state’s attorney general has argued that its abortion ban is “consistent” with federal law, which calls for emergency rooms to protect an unborn child in medical emergencies.

“The Biden administration has no business rewriting federal law to override Idaho’s law and force doctors to perform abortions,” Idaho Attorney General Raúl Labrador said in a statement earlier this year. 

Now, the Supreme Court will weigh in. The case could have implications in other states like Arizona, which is reinstating an 1864 law that bans all abortions, with an exception only if the mother’s life is at risk. 

EMTALA was initially introduced decades ago because private hospitals would dump patients on county or state hospitals, often because they didn’t have insurance, said Alexa Kolbi-Molinas of the American Civil Liberties Union. 

Some hospitals also refused to see pregnant women when they did not have an established relationship with physicians on staff. If the court nullifies or weakens those protections, it could result in more hospitals turning away patients without fear of penalty from the federal government, she said.

“The government knows there’s a problem and is investigating and is doing something about that,” Kolbi-Molinas said. “Without EMTALA, they wouldn’t be able to do that.”

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The Repeal of Roe V Wade has been a disaster for pregnancy health care, with doctors turning away pregnant women just because they are pregnant out of fear that treatment might violate ever changing extreme and unscientific abortion bans

The Biden Administration's strong stand that EMTALA does cover emergency abortion care has forced hospitals to keep their doors open to people in need. A Republican administration would not enforce the law this way, Donald Trump has already said he'd leave it up to the states and certainly would drop the Biden Administration's law suit against Idaho's restrictive laws.

as horrible as all this is, it can always get worse, this is a preview of what a national Republican Abortion ban would mean for every pregnant person going to the hospital, you or someone you love could be left bleeding in a waiting room.

[odinsblog]

🗣️This is an illegitimate and deeply corrupt Supreme Court. Vote every Republican & conservative politician out of office in 2024

WASHINGTON (AP) — One woman miscarried in the lobby restroom of a Texas emergency room as front desk staff refused to check her in. Another woman learned that her fetus had no heartbeat at a Florida hospital, the day after a security guard turned her away from the facility. And in North Carolina, a woman gave birth in a car after an emergency room couldn't offer an ultrasound. The baby later died.

Complaints that pregnant women were turned away from U.S. emergency rooms spiked in 2022 after the U.S. Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade, federal documents obtained by The Associated Press reveal.

The cases raise alarms about the state of emergency pregnancy care in the U.S., especially in states that enacted strict abortion laws and sparked confusion around the treatment doctors can provide.

“It is shocking, it’s absolutely shocking,” said Amelia Huntsberger, an OB/GYN in Oregon. “It is appalling that someone would show up to an emergency room and not receive care — this is inconceivable.”

It's happened despite federal mandates that the women be treated.

Federal law requires emergency rooms to treat or stabilize patients who are in active labor and provide a medical transfer to another hospital if they don’t have the staff or resources to treat them. Medical facilities must comply with the law if they accept Medicare funding.

The Supreme Court will hear arguments Wednesday that could weaken those protections. The Biden administration has sued Idaho over its abortion ban, even in medical emergencies, arguing it conflicts with the federal law.

“No woman should be denied the care she needs,” Jennifer Klein, director of the White House Gender Policy Council, said in a statement. “All patients, including women who are experiencing pregnancy-related emergencies, should have access to emergency medical care required under the Emergency Medical Treatment and Labor Act (EMTALA).”

PREGNANCY CARE AFTER ROE

Pregnant patients have “become radioactive to emergency departments” in states with extreme abortion restrictions, said Sara Rosenbaum, a George Washington University health law and policy professor

“They are so scared of a pregnant patient, that the emergency medicine staff won’t even look. They just want these people gone," Rosenbaum said.

Consider what happened to a woman who was nine months pregnant and having contractions when she arrived at the Falls Community Hospital in Marlin, Texas, in July 2022, a week after the Supreme Court’s ruling on abortion. The doctor on duty refused to see her.

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[strnsvt]

jeon wonwoo — clash of hearts : a campus romance.

the gentle rustle of pages filled the air as you sat on a bench outside the university, completely engrossed in the world of a captivating book.

the peaceful atmosphere shattered when a football came hurtling towards you, interrupting your serene reading session.

startled, you looked up just in time to see a football hurtling towards you. with lighting-fast reflexes, you dodged the ball, but not before it grazed your shoulder.

with a mix of surprise and irritation, you glanced to see soonyoung, a known troublemaker on campus, grinning sheepishly as he jogged over to retrieve the ball.

you tell him to watch where he's kicking, your voice laced with annoyance.

soonyoung's grin faltered for a moment as he mumbled an apology, but before he could say anything else, you grabbed the football and hurled it back in his direction.

unfortunately for soonyoung, your aim was spot on, and the ball smacked him right in the face with a satisfying thud.

muttering a curse under your breath, you got up, leaving the scene.

little did you know, your actions hadn't gone unnoticed. wonwoo, soonyoung's best friend and a fellow student at the university, had witnessed the entire exchange from across the campus grounds.

wonwoo couldn't help but chuckle at the scene unfolding before him, finding amusement in soonyoung's misfortune.

"nice aim, y/n. you should consider joining the team," minghao, says walking behind.

you turn around to shot him a glare, not amused by his jest, retorting something about soonyoung needing to keep his balls to himself.

"soonyoung's always been a bit...clumsy," minghao admitted, still grinning. "but hey, at least you showed him who's boss,"

you rolled your eyes, not in the mood for banter, "yeah, well, he better watch himself next time,"

minghao's grin faded as he noticed your annoyance, "hey, lighten up, y/n. it was just a harmless accident,"

"harmless for you, maybe," you muttered.

sighing, minghao decided to change the subject, "where are you off to anyways?"

"library," you replied curtly, still feeling the remnants of irritation from the earlier encounter.

as fate would have it, you found yourself in the university library once again, seeking solace among the rows of books.

lost in the fragrance of a newly discovered novel, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of ink and paper.

unbeknownst to you, wonwoo had silently approached, finding amusement in your moment of bliss.

with mischief in his mind, wonwoo stealthily snapped a picture of you, capturing the serene expression on your face as you indulged in the aroma of the book.

chuckling to himself, he quickly saved the photo before you could notice his presence.

however, his laughter was short-lived when you suddenly opened your eyes, catching him in the act.

demandingly yet quietly, you urged that he deletes the photo immediately, but wonwoo simply shrugged, refusing to comply with your request.

"why should I delete it? it's not like it's a big deal," wonwoo argued, his tone nonchalant as he scrolled through his phone.

as you walked towards wonwoo, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your determination.

"seriously, wonwoo? you think this is funny?" you snapped, your voice sharp with irritation, yet quiet for the sake of keeping silence in the library.

wonwoo's smirk only widened in response. "i have to admit, it's not every day i get caught taking clandestine pictures in the library," he admitted, teasingly.

"well, congratulations, you've managed to turn me into your enemy," you declared, your tone resolute.

"enemy seems a bit harsh, don't you think?" he countered, his voice taking on a more serious tone.

you scoffed, incredulous at his attempt to downplay the situation, "you refuse to delete the picture, and you have the nerve to call me harsh?" you retorted, your frustration reaching its peak.

for a moment, silence hung between you, tension crackling in the air. then, wonwoo relented, his demeanor softening, "okay, okay, i'll delete the picture," he conceded.

relief flooded through you, but your sense of victory was short-lived. "now, about that apology to soonyoung..." wonwoo trailed off, a mischievous glint in his eye.

you groaned in exasperation, realizing that you had walked right into his trap.

"i'm not apologizing to him,"

"imagine the likes and comments you'd get," wonwoo mused, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at the photo on his phone.

you narrowed your eyes at him, your frustration boiling over. "you wouldn't dare," you warned, your voice laced with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

wonwoo's smirk only widened at your reaction. "oh, i wouldn't?" he challenged, raising an eyebrow, "you forget, y/n, i have a reputation for being unpredictable,"

your heart sank at his words, realizing that you were at his mercy, "you wouldn't stoop that low," you argued, hoping to appeal to his sense of decency.

but wonwoo remained unfazed, his expression unreadable as he studied you. "wouldn't i?" he countered, his tone teasing yet oddly serious.

feeling a sense of defeat wash over you, you clenched your fists, unsure of how to proceed. "what do you want from me, wonwoo?" you demanded, your voice tinged with frustration and desperation.

a flicker of something unreadable passed through wonwoo's eyes before he sighed, relenting slightly, "all i want is for you to apologise to soonyoung. simple as that,"

"fine," you muttered through gritted teeth, your pride begrudgingly giving in to wonwoo's demand.

as wonwoo grasped your arm, his grip sending a jolt of surprise through you, he led you towards the football ground. the players, sensing the tension, halted their game, their attention now fixated on the unfolding scene.

minghao, who had been sitting on the bench nearby, stood up and walked briskly towards you, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

wonwoo's actions were met with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. he lightly shoved you towards soonyoung, his gaze unwavering as he commanded, "say it,"

feeling the weight of the moment, you looked down, your voice barely a whisper as you offered your apology.

"huh? couldn't hear ya," soonyoung teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

summoning your courage, you raised your voice, your words echoing across the silent field. "i said i'm sorry!" the force behind your words made both soonyoung and wonwoo flinch, the impact of your apology reverberating in the air.

exhaling deeply, you took a moment to gather yourself before speaking again, this time in a normal and quieter tone. "i apologize," you said, the words carrying half sincerity.

soonyoung's expression softened at your apology, "i forgive you," he replied, his tone warmer and more forgiving than before as he pats you on the head.

you turned towards wonwoo, demanding that he deletes the picture now that you've apologized.

"nope!" he says, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he starts running away from you, making you chase behind him.

minghao caught up to soonyoung as they watched you and wonwoo disappear into the distance, the sounds of your footsteps echoing across the football ground.

"you know," minghao began, "i've never seen y/n apologize before,"

soonyoung glanced at minghao, a puzzled expression on his face, "really?" he replied, "why's that?"

minghao shrugged, his gaze following the path you had taken. "y/n's not one to easily admit fault," he explained, a hint of admiration in his voice, "so consider yourself lucky that you got to hear her say sorry,"

as you navigate through campus, your disdain for wonwoo consumes your thoughts, overshadowing everything else.

every laugh shared with friends, every moment of joy, is tainted by the looming presence of your enemy.

in contrast, minghao remains a steadfast source of support. he's always there for your complaints and 'wonwoo this' and 'wonwoo that'.

"are you sure about this, y/n? wonwoo can be unpredictable, and i don't want you getting into more trouble,"

you wave off his concern with a dismissive gesture, "oh, i'm serious alright. it's time wonwoo learned that he can't mess with me without consequences,"

as wonwoo walks with soonyoung across the campus, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming exams, he notices two girls approaching him.

with a puzzled expression, he watches as they stop in front of him, their faces beaming with mischievous grins.

"all the best, wonwoo!" one of the girls chirps, her voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

"we're cheering for you!" the other girl adds, a hint of laughter in her tone.

wonwoo's confusion deepens as he exchanges a perplexed glance with soonyoung, who shrugs in response. before he can say anything, the girls burst into giggles and walk away, leaving wonwoo to ponder their cryptic words.

as he continues walking with soonyoung, wonwoo's curiosity gets the better of him, and he veers off course to investigate a nearby noticeboard.

his eyes widen in surprise as he reads the announcement about the boxing match scheduled for saturday, featuring none other than himself and kim mingyu.

CLASH OF TITANS: WONWO VS. MINGYU

BOXING MATCH!

THIS SATURDAY

LOCATION: UNIVERSITY GYMNASIUM

GET READY FOR THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN AS TWO TITANS OF THE CAMPUS FACE OFF IN THE BOXING RING!

WITNESS HISTORY IN THE MAKING AS THESE FIERCE RIVALS GO HEAD-TO-HEAD IN A BATTLE FOR SUPREMACY. SPARKS WILL FLY, FISTS WILL CLASH, AND ONLY ONE WILL EMERGE VICTORIOUS!

DON'T MISS OUT ON THE ACTION-PACKED EVENT OF THE SEMESTER. MARK YOUR CALENDARS AND BE THERE TO WITNESS THE CLASH OF TITANS!

realization dawns on wonwoo as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. the girls' mysterious well-wishes suddenly make sense. and wonwoo knows damn well who's responsible for this.

"so that's was why those girls wished you," soonyoung says, "well? what are you gonna do now?"

"i can't believe it..." wonwoo trails, walking closer to the notice board in disbelief, "they forgot to add another 'o' in my name!"

the day of the highly anticipated boxing match had finally arrived. saturday dawned with a crisp clarity, the air buzzing with excitement and tension as students eagerly made their way to the university gymnasium.

suddenly, amidst the chaos of the match, mingyu grabbed the microphone, his voice booming over the crowd. "if i win," he declared, his words sending a ripple of shock through the spectators, "wonwoo will kneel down and beg for forgiveness from my sister, y/n,"

wonwoo snatched the microphone from mingyu's grasp, "and if i win," he announced, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife, "i'll get to kiss kim y/n. on the lips,"

the crowd gasped at wonwoo's bold declaration, their murmurs filling the gymnasium with a sense of anticipation. your eyes widened, your heart pounding in your chest as you processed wonwoo's words.

as the match between wonwoo and mingyu raged on, tensions reached a boiling point. with each passing round, mingyu's aggressive tactics began to wear wonwoo down, leaving him struggling to keep up.

frustration boiled within wonwoo as mingyu taunted and jeered, his relentless assault taking its toll on wonwoo's morale.

in a moment of sheer desperation, mingyu spat on wonwoo, a vile gesture intended to provoke.

anger flashed in wonwoo's eyes as he wiped the spit from his face, his resolve hardening with each passing second.

seeing his friend in distress, soonyoung knew he had to act fast. with a quick glance around the arena, his eyes landed on a nearby concession stand, where a frying pan sat innocently among the cooking utensils.

without hesitation, soonyoung sprang into action, darting towards the stand and snatching the frying pan.

as the match continued to unfold, soonyoung discreetly slid the frying pan into the ring, his heart pounding with anticipation.

with a knowing look exchanged between them, wonwoo seized the opportunity, grabbing the frying pan and wielding it with newfound determination.

with a swift, calculated swing, wonwoo struck mingyu on the head, the impact resonating through the arena with a dull thud.

the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause as mingyu stumbled backwards, dazed and disoriented.

the referee, shocked by the unexpected turn of events, hesitated for a moment before declaring wonwoo the victor of the match.

as wonwoo stood in the center of the ring, frying pan in hand, a sense of triumph washed over him.

you stood there, your heart racing as you met wonwoo's gaze, unsure of what to say or do. the tension in the air was palpable, each moment stretching on as you contemplated your next move.

you grasped minghao's hand, but it didn't changed the fact that — pushing you lightly, soonyoung manages to get you inside the ring where your brother layed in defeat and wonwoo smirks, guesturing for you to come closer.

but you stood there. hesitatant and shy. so wonwoo took matters in his own hands.

wonwoo stepped forward, closing the distance between you with purposeful strides. his gaze bore into yours, a silent question lingering between you as he reached out, his hand trembling ever so slightly.

without a word, wonwoo gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. the air crackled with anticipation, each heartbeat echoing in the silence of the gymnasium.

then, just as you thought he was about to kiss you, wonwoo pulled back slightly, a playful glint in is eyes.

"i guess i'll have to save that kiss for another time," wonwoo teased, his voice low and husky, sending a rush of warmth through you despite your confusion.

with a charismatic grin, he blew exaggerated flying kisses to the girls swooning over him by the ring, earning a chorus of delighted giggles.

after the boxing match and the incident with soonyoung, there was a noticeable shift in the dynamic between you and wonwoo.

at first, it was subtle, hardly noticeable to anyone but the two of you. days turned into weeks, and the tension between you seemed to linger, a palpable presence whenever you were in each other's vicinity.

it was what you would call...awkward.

you froze in disbelief as you stumbled upon the notice board, your eyes narrowing in fury as you took in the sight. there, plastered for all to see, was a picture of you, arms crossed and a warning sign hovering above your head like a dark cloud.

with a scowl, you ripped the offending poster from the notice board, your hands trembling with anger. holding it tightly in your grasp, you stormed towards the campus grounds.

as you walk across the campus grounds, your anger burning hot like a wildfire, you failed to notice the uneven pavement beneath your feet as you and wonwoo walked towards each other. with an unexpected slip, you lost your footing, tumbling forward in a graceless descent.

in a twist of fate, your fall landed you squarely on top of wonwoo, his arms instinctively wrapping around you to soften the impact.

but before either of you could react, your lips collided in a clumsy kiss.

time seemed to stand still as the world around wonwoo faded away, the only sound echoing in his ears being the pounding of his heart.

it was a moment of pure chaos and unexpected intimacy, witnessed by the amused gazes of the nearby football team and minghao, who watched the scene unfold with wide eyes.

"its your fault! you should've watched where you were going!" you exclaimed, your voice tinged with indignation.

wonwoo scoffed, "me? you're the one who practically ran into me! If anyone's to blame, it's you!"

the heated exchange continued, neither of you willing to take responsibility for the accidental kiss, then wonwoo pulls out this move:

"y/n, you should really learn how to shut up," he says before smashing his lips onto yours, once again but this time — with full purpose.

"haah...?" you breathed out after you pulled away.

"damn you!" you yell before gripping your hands on his hair, pulling him closer and smashing your lips against his.

after pulling away, breathless. you both just realised what had happened.

"you...why did you kiss me?" you ask, your voice laced with confusion.

"you're asking me? you're the one who kissed me!"

"you kissed me first!"

"then why'd you kiss me after?"

you and wonwoo, lost in the moment and oblivious to everything, without a word, you both simultaneously lean in, jumping over each other with perfect synchronicity, meeting in an urgent kiss mid-air.

the world around wonwoo fades away as you both savor the fleeting moment of intimacy, your hearts beating in harmony.

meanwhile, minghao and soonyoung can only stare in disbelief, their mouths agape as they witness the unexpected display unfold before them.

[sitp-recs]

that little forced marriage drabble from tacky has me thirtsty, do you have any recs for forced dating / forced marriage? 🩵

Right?? I am salivating over that wip, come answer for your crimes @tackytigerfic! I do, in fact, have a few recs for that trope (not enough! would love to find more because That Old Black Magic made me feral for it). I hope you enjoy these, please note that not all of them are enemies to lovers:

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (E, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

The Marriage Contract series by @fluxweeed (E, 15k)

In what universe is it fair that marrying Draco Malfoy is the only way for Harry to get his magic back?

The Matchmaker's Spell by @kbrick (E, 21k)

Thanks to a spell cast over all of wizarding Britain, Draco is forced to marry Harry Potter, who still hates him. But Draco refuses to live a cold, sexless existence, choosing to fill the emptiness in his life and his bed with a parade of lovers. And while Harry may not be able to stand Draco, he despises seeing him with anyone else.

The Only Magic Left Between Us by @lqtraintracks (E, 24k)

Harry goes to the market and ends up having to save Draco Malfoy’s life with sex. He saves Draco’s life with sex and ends up with a husband. The last thing he expects in all of it is to fall in love.

You'll Still Find Stone by flightinflame (M, 42k)

Draco had to marry Potter to stay out of Azkaban. Narcissa told him he’d be safer there. But he doesn’t know what Potter expects from him - this marriage is nothing like he had been prepared for. Potter’s acting kindly, and he knows it’s all a trick. He’s just about coping, but trying to keep Potter happy becomes more important than ever when he realises he’s carrying the man’s child.

what husbands are for by @softlystarstruck (E, 52k)

To settle tensions between werewolves and vampires, Harry volunteers for a political marriage. But it turns out he's marrying Malfoy– cold, untouchable Malfoy, who he hasn't seen in ten years. Throughout contention and politics, werewolf pub nights and grudgingly shared meals, they have to make it work.

That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 (E, 77k)

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by lordhellebore (M, 82k)

When Harry is forced to form a Blood Bond with Draco Malfoy under threat of death, he thinks his future will consist of a cold home and sexual frustration. But when a group of left-over Death Eaters decides to stir trouble, their lives change completely – and it takes them both some years to figure out whether it’s for better or for worse.

Grounds for Divorce by Tepre (E, 122k)

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

The Marriage of True Minds by Lomonaaeren (E, 204k)

Lucius curses Harry and Draco into a forced marriage. They're only required to live together, not be together, and so they try to date other people. But over time, things change.

[darklinsblog]

Being the daughter of Hades & forced to marry Morpheus would include…

Author’s note: Someone requested this and as someone obsessed with Greek mythology and Hades I just HAD TO. But Dark Morpheus ahead 👹

Part II

Daughter of Hades and Persephone you went by many names, Melinoe, Y/N…

Morpheus had certain affairs with your father Hades, so he usually came around often

He was aware that Hades had children but he hadn’t had the pleasure to meet you properly since you were always on duty

Until one day, your father had asked you to deal with the affairs he had with Dream on his behalf.

When Morpheus’ eyes laid upon you it was as if the whole universe stopped.

You were simply breathtaking, perfect, immaculate, all words he could think of were not enough.

Being Goddess of Ghosts, nightmares and lost souls he believed you could understand him better than anyone.

He showed interest in you like no one had and that was flattering but you didn’t think much of it.

His obsession grew with each passing day, he was consumed by thoughts of you.

You were perfect for him, he was so sure of it.

The more he observed you, the more he convinced himself

You had to be his, no matter the means.

So, he stole your dream catcher, the ultimate symbol of your power and powerful enough to summon you.

When you were summoned you were greeted by the sight of your father and Morpheus who was holding your totem.

By universal laws, whoever possessed your totem would own you.

“You will be the perfect queen to the Dreaming, my wife”

Persephone, your mother. Cried helplessly knowing there wasn’t anything she could do to stop this madness

“You’re a monster!”

You couldn’t believe that history was repeating itself

You were such a free soul and now you were nothing but a possession of a man

You were sickened to your stomach thinking how could Morpheus do this to you.

You were miserable on the of your wedding

The ceremony was elegant and the arrangements were beautiful but you didn’t love Morpheus

You hated him for depriving you of your freedom

You refused to let him touch you, even when he tried you would hit him or scratch him.

“I will never love you”

“We have eternity ahead my love, you will eventually realize all I’ve done is out devotion to you”

He would make all sorts of gifts to you, which you returned completely torn apart

You didn’t speak to him in a whole century

Dream found your resistance amusing

Being now married to him you had been sharing responsibilities with Dream over the kingdom.

Which meant you had to speak to each other if you wanted things to be done.

He returned your totem to you as a vote of confidence

“I know someday you will learn to love me”

You started to open up to him

After all, you had become his wife and while you didn’t agree to this marriage, you did recognize you were meant to spent eternity with him.

You might as well try to know him.

Eventually you let him be close to you and to touch you.

He was so eager to possess you fully, but he did understand you needed time

He would give you all the time you needed. You were worth the wait.

When you finally condoned that type of physical interaction he practically went at you like a lion hunting on gracious gazelle

He was starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy his hunger.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t adored every minute of that.

There was something empowering about being craved and owned with such fervor and urgency.

“A husband should comply to every single demand of his wife”

That’s when you understood. This marriage wasn’t about him putting you on a leash, it was about Morpheus fully giving himself to you.

His love for you was blinding, suffocating.

He would commit on the most atrocious acts just for you

Dream was using this marriage as an oath to you, to become your devotee for eternity.

He wanted to worship you, to surrender himself to you, he was a tool for you to use however you consider fitting.

It was good having your needs taken care of

You were the most addicting drug to him

He dropped everything for you, the minute you asked.

As long as you stayed with him, nothing else mattered.

Nothing in the world mattered more to him than his queen.

[poorlittleyaoyao]

Didn't want to derail that last post since it's specifically about novel canon, but it got me thinking about the ramifications of the changes that the drama makes:

CQL Mianmian is a Jin disciple. I like this change overall because it facilitates her being a larger part of the narrative and implies that Jin Zixuan has a life outside of being That Rich Guy Wei Wuxian Hates. Still, as is also the case with Meng Yao and Lan Xichen due to them meeting earlier, it means that Jin Zixuan is defending someone already dear to him rather than protecting a stranger simply because it's the right thing to do. Don't shrug off his heroism yet, though, because...

A nameless Jin disciple is the one who tries to hand over Mianmian. Jin Zixuan (and only Jin Zixuan) strikes him down and says in disgust that he can't believe the Jin clan contains such cowards, or something like that. However, Mianmian herself reminds Jin Zixuan when they're giving up their swords that they're under orders from their sect leader to comply with whatever the Wen clan asks of them. Jin Zixuan's choice to defend Mianmian is potentially in defiance of his father's directive. (Why is Jin Zixuan willing to disobey his dad here but stays awkwardly silent during his family's BS at the Phoenix Mountain hunt and conference later on? Well, his dad's not in the room with him here.)

Su She is not involved here, as Lan Wangji is the sole representative from Gusu Lan. The selfishness/cowardice of trying to feed Mianmian to a monster is replaced with his (more socially unacceptable in-universe but IMO more sympathetic to the viewer) revealing the Cold Pond Cave secret. There aren't any Lans standing by as nobody but Lan Wangji does the right thing.

The hostages generally show a lot of solidarity! After Wen Chao punts Wei Wuxian deeper into the cave, everyone else climbs down after him. None of them responds to Wen Chao shouting questions from up above, forcing the Wen guards to climb down to their level to investigate. The Jin guy attacking Mianmian is an outlier, indicating a problem with Lanling Jin culture rather than the jianghu as a whole. They cooperate well when it's time to band together and escape!

So the takeaway in CQL canon isn't that everyone is a coward or overly concerned with politics except for the protagonist, his love interest, and Jin Zixuan for some reason, but more like... here are these young people and future leaders who are fully capable of acting together for the good of the group. They refuse to comply with their captors despite being unarmed, and they'll convince the older generation to take action against the Wen clan. (Nie Mingjue, the only sect leader who's part of the younger generation without an older relative's influence, has already been in open conflict with them.) And isn't it a shame, then, that Jin Guangshan--and his sect culture that would've excused feeding one of his own disciples to a demon turtle--is going to crush all of this.

*I initially assumed, when I started making this post, that Cloud Recesses in the novel gets burned after the indoctrination in retaliation for Lan Wangji's part in killing the Xuanwu of Slaughter. But the wiki timeline has the indoctrination still coming after Cloud Recesses is attacked? If that's the case, how do the Lan have that many disciples to send?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for planning to change the locks when I inherit my house? So, for context, I moved in with my grandparents in 8th grade due to both school issues (a teacher who refused to comply with my IEP) and at home issues (abuse from mom). I lived with my grandparents for basically the rest of my schooling (my university was like a 15 minute drive away). I had planned to move out after college but my grandma died and my grandfather can’t live alone so it looks like I’m gonna live here indefinitely. Now, since my grandma died, my grandpa has taken steps in making sure everything goes smoothly when he passes and has told my dad and I that he’s leaving the house to me. After grandpa passes, I would prefer to live alone for at least a little while, and I’ve made this clear. But he keeps flip-flopping on if he plans to respect this or not. I also really really don’t want to live with my mom again (because of aforementioned abuse, which she stopped doing). So, to ensure he doesn’t like, move all his and my mom’s stuff in without asking or something, I plan to change the locks. I’ll tell him of course, I don’t plan to banish him forever or anything, but I can’t help but feel guilty. I mean, he grew up here too, I can’t blame him for wanting to live here. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[iucidaus]

A Dream Used To Be Out of Reach

Pair: Jing Yuan x You

Genre: Fluff with a liiiiitle bit of angst

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning: A little bit of anxious thoughts. When you read something that goes along the line of "I thought you use the same method as me. You know, to prevent mara", scroll past it until you find "No, I'm the one who should say sorry" (I will bold the sentence)

Summary: Jing Yuan finally handed over the title of General to Fu Xuan, and decided to live a comfortable life with you.

"Good morning," you jolted awake from your slumber when you heard a low and hoarse voice. It seemed that you were the one who woke up first, and when you were aware that it was still 5 in the morning, you decided to play with the other's hair even up to caressing his cheek to wait for the clock to hit 6. Only to find yourself still feeling sleepy and without you realize, you fell asleep again.

"You like my hair that much, don't you?" Asked the man in front of you and you shyly pulled your hand that was resting on the side of his face with a grin plastered on your face.

He hummed, "Don't," he said as he pulled and give it a peck before placing your hand back to where it was, you could only comply to the big cat in front of you. "Keep playing with my hair. I like it," he stated which you would never refuse.

As you were caressing his cheek and adoring his sleeping face, you realized that his warm hand never left yours. You found yourself smiling at the sight, never once you thought you will be at this point.

You and him were formidable warriors, with you being a fragment of an ancient god destined to protect the universe where you were born, and him being the Arbiter-General of the Luofu. You two first met when the Xianzhou ship had been in grave danger and almost all of the knights and higher-ups alike were injured.

Understanding the situation everyone were in, you decided to help despite being a mere citizen of Xianzhou. There were obstacles along the way, but not something you could not pass. Eventually, you arrived at the battlefield and you could not stop yourself from wincing at the sight. There were bodies, dead and injured ones, as far as your eyes could see.

You saw what was the cause of the loss the Xianzhou ship suffered, and you set your heart to abolish it. However, A voice stopped you from drawing your sword.

"What are you doing here?" That voice asked and you jerked your head towards the direction the voice came from and found the General of the Luofu kneeling behind you with someone you assume to be Vidyadharan, you did not realize you had been standing in front of him. You saw his golden eyes which usually bright, full of confidence and carries hope, now all tired and desperate. He was covered in blood you could not figure out whose.

You averted your gaze away to strenghten your heart before looking at him for once again, "I'm here to help," you said confidently. You did not know how exactly you would defeat something so powerful that even the wielder of Lightning Lord was battered like this, but you know the dormant power you had in your body would help.

The General stared at you for awhile, and you thought he was going to laugh, yet he did not. Instead, he asked you, "Do you know what that is?" He asked, pointing towards the menace that caused all of this with his chin, and you shook your head. So you came to the battleground with determination, without having any idea what you were facing in hope that you would defeat it by sheer force.

A pattern known to be found on a stupid main character of a story.

The General started talking without having ever once judged you and you listened to the summarized information of the enemy given by him. What it could and could not do, which points were its weakness and which were not, what time you should attack and should not, and many details that you did not expect to get your hands on this easily.

"I'll guard your back," he said as he squeezed your shoulder lightly, giving you a silent encouragement. His voice too was so calming that it brought you to relax and focus on the task at hand.

You savor the touch and muttered a, "Thank you, General," as you nodded and looked into his eyes. Then, he chuckled.

"General is a mere title, I wish to be called with Jing Yuan if you're fine with it," and you could not stop wishing for this place to be not a battlefield but somewhere else more peaceful, because this talk really did not fit with the setting.

You pulled yourself together, there were many things more fitting to be thought now rather than wishing that your meeting with the General was somewhere else more desirable for the two of you.

"Okay," you replied to end the conversation quickly. As you conversed with the General, the enemy that you refuse to call the name because it was too long never cease attacking the ship and its warriors. "I'll rely on you," you smiled and ended the meeting with turning your back towards Jing Yuan to face the thing, you decided to call the enemy as.

It was not an easy fight, you would never call any fight easy. You countlessly found yourself almost dying, you were thankful that one of your dormant abilities was to heal yourself in immense speed and for Jing Yuan to guard your back, and the longer you hold on the more you could feel your energy running out.

You punctured your sword into the ground as a way to express your frustration. You glared towards the thing and thought, 'I must put an end to this here and now, lest the Xianzhou will be no more,' as you tighten your grip on the hilt of your sword. Following your command, the sword glowed and changed into that yielding more power than the previous.

As the sword was taken away along with you rising from the ground, thunder could be heard. It was loud, it could be heard across the Xianzhou ship, yet it did not hurt any eardrums. There was a shadow behind you that Jing Yuan could see almost clearly, it hinted everyone what you were about to do, and what kind of power you pose. You were destined to protect the universe, to protect Xianzhou, and you would do it without hesitation.

And the rest was history that could be found on history books of Xianzhou. You were too shy to tell the story by yourself, you had always thought it would sound like boasting yourself.

"You seemed to be in such deep thought. What were you thinking?" Now it was his hand reaching your face to tuck strands of hair behind your ears. His fingers brushed your cheek and you could not not savoring the touch.

You shut your eyes and hummed, "Just reminiscing the past," you gave your words a slight pause, "About how we first met." Then you opened your eyes and met those golden eyes of his.

"Ah, that," a smile formed on his face, and his brain was quick to replay the memory for him. "That has been so long, back when I was still adorning the title of General."

You yawned, "Mhm... How did you like it? Do you enjoy your life being a normal citizen?" You asked as you retracted your hand from his face and looked at him, your attention fully tuned to him.

Jing Yuan seemed to think about it for a second before saying, "I enjoy it," along with a nod. He, then, warned you, "I'm about to say something cheesy, brace yourself," and you did.

"So long as I'm with you, I can see myself enjoying everything," he said and you quickly shut your eyes, holding your non-existent vomit in. You even closed your mouth with both of your hands to add more dramatic effect to the act.

Jing Yuan's laugh along with yours, then, resonated across the room and he brought you closer to him. "It's cheesy, but I think it expresses my heart well," he mumbled on your head before placing light kisses on it.

His hug was your favorite place to be at, it had always been. It was warm, calming, soothing, relaxing, any kind of positive feelings to ever exist in the world. You could not explain your feeling over him, it was overwhelming that if someone asked you how would you express your love towards Jing Yuan, you would find yourself thinking hard, trying to find the exact word to express your feeling, only to find none. No word in dictionary could help you express how much you adore and love Jing Yuan.

Okay, that was cheesy...

You snuggled closer, "Can we sleep again?" You mumbled on his chest.

"Hm?" He reluctantly let go of the hug to see you, and to hear you better.

"Can we sleep again? I'm still sleepy," you repeated for him, your gaze stayed on his eyes.

Jing Yuan, then, found thinking. "Was being sleepy contagious?" He blurted out which made you wonder, what was it inside his head that made him questioning it?

"What do you mean?" Confusion spread across your face.

"You used to be normal about sleeping, right?"

"I didn't," you answered shortly. "I have always liked sleeping, and always sleep whenever I want it."

"Oh..." you nodded in understanding upon his realization.

"I thought you use the same method as me. You know, to prevent mara," ah, this topic again. You never found yourself ready to listen to Jing Yuan's blabbering about mara.

It felt so close yet so far, it came when you least expect it, and you hated the fact that it will eventually befall on your lover. You accidentally let out a deep sigh, and Jing Yuan was quick to collect the signal from you. He could never stand seeing you being sad, moreover if he was the cause of it.

He pulled you to another hug of his, "I'm sorry," he said as his hand caressed your back, motioning up and down in an attempt to calm you down, to make you forget about the fact that there was an eventual illness that will struck him.

His attempt was fruitless, however. You still found yourself spiralling down those negative, nasty feelings that you wish you could drop by the second you think about it. Still finding yourself thinking about countless of ways how you would eventually find Jing Yuan mara-stricken, and the ways on how you should end him. You had a love-hate relationship with this always-trying-to-foresee ability you had. In the right time, it was useful, in moment like this however, it was eating you from within.

On the day you two were being wed, Jing Yuan told you, "I want your sword to be the last thing I see." Heavily implying that when have he been mara-stricken in the future, he wanted you to be the one to end his suffering. You could find the reason behind the act, but unsure if you could carry the duty.

You knew it would sadden him if you chose to turn blind eyes over the matter, but could you really bring yourself to kill your lover?

It distresses you further when you remembered you were immune to mara, meaning you would always carry that duty, waiting anxiously until the time for mara to come for Jing Yuan, and had always destined to be the one to...

You held him tighter than it was, than it ever be. You held your tears, refusing to drag Jing Yuan to these negative feelings you were feeling. Steadily you tried to calm yourself, steadily you tried to remind yourself that as Jing Yuan said, "To me, you are like the blindfold to Jingliu, or the Kafka to Blade." Meaning you were the one who suppressed and prevented the mara from fully gnawing on him, and you have to do well in keeping the mara at bay.

You felt terrible mixed feelings over the last 5 minutes and you hated it. You did not want to think about this, and Jing Yuan had apologized for making you starting to think about it. Why could not you just drop the thought and go on about your day? He did not deserve to take care of someone as mentally fragile as you, he did not have to carry the duty of babysitting someone like you.

'Perhaps love really is a double-edged sword,' you thought.

A call from him was something that pulled you out from your nightmare. You could finally see those golden eyes of his again, hear his calming voice again, see his signature small smile again, and it calmed you down. In the middle of your countless nightmares, you always found Jing Yuan to be the one who save you.

"Sorry," he said again, and you felt guilty for making him feeling the need to apologize to you twice. You stared at him, unsure what to say or do. Instead of his, it was all your fault. Your fault for being unable to forget those negative feelings faster.

You let out a sigh, "No, I'm the one who should say sorry," you brought your hand to once again caress his cheek. They were soft, it was not entirely your fault that you liked playing with it. "But what we should do now is to drop the topic. There's still so much time until that day, we should cherish what we have today rather than felt sad and sorry about what is to come," you said that with a calming smile you could put as if it was not meant to dictate yourself.

Jing Yuan hummed then gives your forehead a peck, secretely hoping that with such act, the negative thoughts in your head would vanish. "Then, what should we do for today?" He asked as he played with your hair.

You brought your gaze towards the ceiling, "How about...," you prolonged the pause of your words, then averted your gaze back to Jing Yuan only to see his expectant eyes. They were so big and bright and it was cute and adorable, you wondered what he would do when you finally said the end of your sentence.

"Sleep?" And his eyes were still bright, he seemed to like the idea. No, he seemed to like whatever you said. You remembered there was once a time where you had had a spar with him and you blurted out that you two should fight with Ebon Deer's twig, since sword, glaive, and any other kind of weapon were prohibited in the rules of your spar, and he just agreed, then added that it was also because he had never liked the Ebon Deer.

Jing Yuan was just simply too dumb when it comes about you.

You gave out a hearty laugh, half believing and half did not that he just went straight in with whatever you said, "Hmm... how about we go buy Immortal's Delight with your hair styled by me?" Your hand now moved to untangle the tangled part of his hair.

"My hair?" There was a slight pause before he continued, "Hmm... okay. But yours will be styled by me then."

"Sure," you lifted yourself and rested your elbow on the bed, letting your hand carried your weight. With hands still on the other's cheek, you leaned in and said, "Then, I'll go take a bath," but as you said that, Jing Yuan got off from the bed and ran so fast inside the bathroom while laughing loudly before you even have the chance to get off from the bed, too stunned to move, leaving you in the last place of the race.

You had not even gotten the chance to give him a morning peck he deserves, but what could you do? No matter how fast your reflexes were, Jing Yuan defeated you. You shrugged, you could give him one after bath or any time throughout the day.

[luminalunii97]

A quick update on what's been going on in Iran

In the last month or so, the street protests have decreased. There have been sporadic demonstrations here and there but the fire from the first three months has paled. I believe soon the fire is going to be back because the financial situation is getting worse by hour now and the regime, instead of appealing to people's good side, has been enforcing inhuman laws stronger than before.

On the 40th day memorial of 2 of the executed protesters, the fire did come back alive and there were multiple big demonstrations in many cities around Iran.

The obligatory hijab law is being enforced harsher than before. Many of my fellow iranian women still refuse to wear hijab out considering all the risks. In the last two weeks, at least two drugstores have been closed because the pharmacist owning the place refused to wear hijab. A couple of higher education students have been banned from using the national library because they took off their hijab inside of the library, and many university students have been forced to sign statements that said they promise to not take their hijab off again or else they're going to be expelled from university and they won't be able to attend any university inside of Iran again. The regime has also threatened women who don't wear hijab on the streets that they would disable their id cards and ban them from receiving social services.

A female engineer also did something really courageous in an event and I suggest you check that out. The news links are below.

More than a week before the earthquake in Turkey and Syria, there was an earthquake in Khoy, a northwestern city in Iran. Not only the Islamic Republic didn't send any help to the city, they tried so hard to stop us, people, from sending help there. They restricted some of the celebrities bank accounts and prevented people from raising money for the city. Turkey even offered their aid but the regime refused. People of other cities did send some food and clothes and blankets for the victims of the earthquake in the end. Even though the casualties of the earthquake wasn't high, many people lost their homes and had to reside in tents in cold snowy weather. But the most bewildering thing was that when the turkey earthquake happened the Islamic Republic volunteered to send help to Syria while still doing nothing for the people in Khoy. Unsurprisingly the help packages they sent to Syria didn't reach the places where earthquake happened, instead it went to Assad inventory.

Also this guy, a true hero. A human rights activist to his very core:

This is it for now. I appreciate anyone who has supported people of iran so far. We won't forget you. Woman life freedom ✌️

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

You're just like an angel pt3

@freeingrebels here's part 3

You woke up to find yourself in a bed inside a small room. You looked around the room to see it was pretty bare, only having the bed itself and a few draws all in a sanitized white. You could see a small screen on one of them and decided to inspect it, the image shown on it was Miguel. His spider suit was replaced with casual clothing and a soft smile plastered his face as he held a young girl with a woman smiling beside him. The door opened and you threw your head to the left to see Miguel enter.

"You have a family?" You asked. You were genuinely surprised by the revelation. He didn't strike you as the family man type.

"I did have a family, but they are long gone now" he replied, the corners of his lips lowered slightly.

"I'm so sorry" you apologized profusely to him. You regretted even bringing it up.

"It's alright, you didn't know" he replied as he placed an assuring hand on your shoulder. His touch sent shock waves through you and not in a good way, it was like your body was telling you to stay as far away from him as possible.

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Like yesterday you were stuck in the same room however Miguel had permitted you to walk around instead of being stuck in the cage. You asked him if he could give you anything to do so that you wouldn't be bored. There wasn't much you could do, robots did most of the work here and he wasn't going to let you run errands where others could see you.

The device on his wrist rang and he knew he had to leave much to his dismay. You may have brought up all those memories he had tried to suppress but at the same time, there was something so warm and welcoming about you. Like with you he could experience it all over again.

You were once again trapped in that cage. You were growing restless, only complying because he said he would send you home once he had all the info he needed. You had no more information to give him so why would he still refrain from sending you home? You began to question if he was even telling you the truth.

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As Miguel had finally trapped another anomaly and was about to head back LYLA popped into view.

"Miguel, I wanted to talk to you about something," she told him in a slightly concerned tone.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I've been seeing frequent irregularities in your heartbeat and blood pressure," she explained.

"I'm fine" he tried to shake her off but she refused to be ignored.

"No you're not, whatever feelings you have towards that anomaly are not healthy for you," she told him. Instantly striking a cord in Miguel.

"You have to send her home," she sternly insisted.

"It's none of your concern!" He snarled.

"Yes it is, you created me to keep you in check when you couldn't do so yourself. You may not be under the effects of rapture anymore but it's still my duty to look out for your well-being. That'll always be my highest priority" she argued.

"Do you not believe that I deserve at least one good thing in my life?" He asked her.

"I know you've been through a lot Miguel and I'm not saying you don't deserve anything good but I'm telling you it's not right to keep her, for both of your sakes… if you try to pursue this it'll end disastrously" she warned him. Her words felt like a knife being stabbed into his chest. He knew he should let you go but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Tell me, do any of your calculations predict a chance of either of our universes collapsing if she doesn't return? If there is then I'll send her home" He asked.

"It's not about that Miguel, It's only been two days and you're trying to pursue a woman you, by all accounts, should never have crossed paths with. Do you think she has feelings for you all in the span of two days?" She said, if she'd been programmed to yell then she would have just to drill it deeper into him.

"Just tell me the calculations!" He snarled.

"You're acting like a child Miguel, she's got her own family to look after, surely you understand that" she scolded like a parent trying to deter him from doing whatever he was going to do.

"You're withholding information from me, tell me now or I'll shut you down the moment I return!" he yelled as he instinctively tried to swipe at her but his hand phased through.

LYLA's expression soured as he threatened her, she knew at that point no amount of explaining bring him to his senses. His behavior was something she'd never seen from him.

"The results came back 0 percent, she has no canon events tied to her…" she said

"But I will still warn against trying to pursue her" she continued, trying to give him one last chance to stop himself. Unbeknownst to him she managed to make the cage you were in malfunction, hoping you would figure a way out, the morning was the quietest time at the spider society.

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The cage shut off all of a sudden, you contemplated leaving the spot you'd been confined in but eventually you did. Slowly walking to your jetpack to check on the damage as you hadn’t been able to since you ended up here. Your finger traced over the dents. Luckily no internal damage from what you could see, however, you would need to pull it apart just to be sure.

You considered trying to make some grand escape, however, you didn't know how to get home. That device on Miguel's wrist seemed to allow him to traverse the different dimensions. There must have been another way to get you home, but that wouldn't be an easy feat.

"(Y/n) What are you doing?" You heard Miguel ask you with venom dripping in his tone. You pretty much jumped at his words.

"I… I was checking my jetpack to make sure it wasn't too badly damaged" You stuttered as you stood up and faced him, your heart racing.

"You weren't trying to escape, were you?" He asked you, suspicious of you.

"No, even if I wanted to I don't know how I'd be able to get home" you tried to prove your innocence.

"Speaking of which, when are you going to send me home? I have no info you need so why hold onto me" you continued as you looked directly into his eyes, something about how he was looking down upon you terrified you. That intense gaze was cold and calculating, trying to predict what your next move may be. Then they softened.

"Soon" he simply responded, turning a full one-eighty from what he was like a moment ago.