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demigod trials: lust of ichor | five

synopsis: you and jungkook are invited to an extravagant party on mount olympus, ofc you're gonna go all out !

word count: 10k

pairings: son of ares!taehyung x daugher of heaphaestus!reader

genre: cute, SMUT (non explicit), fluff, action

warnings: mentions of apollo being creepy :( (watches jk and yn during seggs), mentions of killing, lots of action

author's note: sooo im back!! this is gonna be very fluffy, but.... the next few chapters are going to be action packed!!

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Your eyes sleepily gloss over the invitation.

You are invited to our 2000th year anniversary party on Mount Olympus!

A+H

The invitation is made from gold leaf parchment paper, with intricate swirls decorating its edges, fit only for a Mount Olympus event.

All you can do is sigh. Of course the gods, in their pretentious nature, would take the time to throw an opulent and extravagant party for a couple who aren’t even together- Aphrodite has been cheating on your father Hephaestus with Jungkook’s father Ares for thousands of years.

You glance at Jungkook, who can’t help but laugh when you roll your eyes into your skull. You daintily fall back onto the pillow like the true inferno princess you are before pulling the sheets to your chin. Jungkook puts a knee on the bed, using his palm to sweep back your hair- revealing your pretty forehead.

“Big ass forehead,” he mumbles, booping your nose with his pointer finger when you start pouting.

After fourteen hours of sleep in the Hypnos cabin, you’re as revitalized as if you’ve been kissed by Morpheus himself. The sun seeps through the curtains and casts an otherworldly glow on your man, who looks as handsome as ever as he peers down on you with love (even with the toothpaste dripping from his mouth).

Jungkook saunters back into the restroom to spit into the sink, cleaning his mouth before setting his toothbrush on the edge of the sink. He clumsily grabs toner from his bag, splashing it onto his palms before he pats the serum into his face.

You turn on your side, your eyes glazing over him as he looks into the mirror, thoroughly completing his (probably unnecessary) meticulous skin care regiment. And you don’t mean to succumb to misogyny by shaming him for doing something that would otherwise be considered feminine- you’re suggesting that it’s unnecessary because he’s already perfect.

Jungkook is quite literally half-god. He’s handsome- unbelievably so and you really really think that he’ll continue to be his perfect self for the rest of eternity. He certainly doesn’t need to pat chemicals into his skin to look better.

His gaze trails towards you, “What? I can’t try to look good for my girl?”

You know he’s half-joking, but you don’t have the heart to even entertain it. “You’re already handsome,” you respond, “You’re perfect. Most handsome guy I’ve ever seen,” you say sitting up on the bed as you rake your fingers through your hair.

He looks at you from where he’s standing in the bathroom. “Gods, stop being so cute.”

With that, he crawls onto the bed, his face dangerously close to yours as he kisses you. His big strong hands find solace on your upper back as he gently lays you on the bed, lips never leaving yours.

He smothers you with his lips, not even letting you breathe. He laughs, removing his tongue from your mouth before he puckers against your lips and just sloppily shakes his head from side to side.

You giggle against his lips, unable to catch a breath when he sucks your tongue into his mouth. You can’t breathe, but that’s okay. When Jungkook kisses you, you feel so complete, so full that you don’t even need oxygen to survive. He gets you all discomposed, and warm and you love it. Maybe you have an asphyxiation kink or something.

And apparently he does something to you because it induces a physical reaction from you and you end up blowing out the tiniest of flames from your nose. The slightest gasp leaves your lips.

Jungkook pulls back, brows furrowing slightly while he stares down at you.

You theatrically pout, “I don’t know what happened.”

“Someone’s hot and bothered,” he teases, “Lemme fix that for you baby,” he coos, using his pointer finger and thumb to plug your nose.

Leave it to Jungkook to stick his fingers into your nose. Any normal person would complain about germs blah blah blah or say it’s disgusting blah blah blah but Jungkook isn’t a normal person- he is crazily in love. Compared to slaying monsters in Tartarus? Sticking his fingers in your nose was nothing. He’d wipe your ass with his bare hands if warranted.

“That’s disgusting,” you say, holding onto his wrist.

He mocks you in a nasally voice. “That’s disgusting. Shut up. Let’s go take a shower.”

At that, you instantly perk up. It’s only a well known, common fact that all men look better when they’re wet. And it’s not like you check out other men besides Jungkook, but it’s just a fact.

Maybe it’s something in the water, but whenever a man re-emerges from water, he somehow transforms into a better version of his normal, ugly, man-like self. Consider it the baptism of allure, where droplets of water enhance masculine features and draw out irresistible magnetism.

He always emerges from Taehyung’s pool with water dripping from his hair, down his ripping abs, lower, and lower, and you have to resist the urge to lick each and every droplet up. But now, your eyes are only on Jungkook so you instantly perk up, nodding like a puppy when he makes the suggestion.

He raises his brows at you, beckoning you towards him, and you instantly follow him, throwing your (his) shirt off to join him in the shower.

Sometimes, you lose yourself in Jungkook. In a world where you’re consistently exposed to monsters who want to eat you, Olympians who want to take advantage of you, and primordial gods who want to kill you for entering their domain (😃), Jungkook is your solace.

He holds you like you’re the wings of Icarus, lifting you with a tender strength that dares to defy earthly constraints as he lifts you towards the sun, towards celestial heights. To Jungkook, you are more precious than every ancient relic the gods send demigods on quests after, and he will treat you with such care.

Another thing is, Jungkook is obsessed with your body- and not because your physical features fall in line with societal standards- but because it’s yours. Every curve, line, and proportion is there because of the things your everyday mannerisms- slashing your sword against his during play fights, slamming your hammer against your anvil, or running around the training grounds at Camp Half-Blood.

And with all the training you do, one would think that you would at least come close to his strength, but for some reason you don’t even hold a candle, which is how he easily holds you up, your back pressed against the shower walls with your legs hooked around his waist.

The way Jungkook loves is fiery, hot, intense, just like the way he drinks you up, not allowing you to catch a breath; he doesn’t care if you end up breathing fire into his mouth because he knows he can take it.

When he’s satisfied with your lips, he easily hoists you up, legs resting on your shoulders so he can devour your essence. His eyes remain on you, melting at the way your eyes roll back when he sucks on you just right.

It’s been years since he’s done this, and he vividly remembers how you just can’t remain composure when Jungkook plays with your body just right. Your eyes are lidded, and you’re losing yourself in pleasure, the sweetest moans leaving your lips.

Jungkook is so good at this, knows how to manipulate your body just right to elicit the sweetest pleasure from your body. “Play with yourself,” he instructs, to which you instantly gush, your hands weakly coming up to tweak at your chest.

Jungkook’s chest tightens at that. He wants to draw out every inch of pleasure possible, and that’s exactly what he does. When he finally takes you, his eyes remain on yours, and he tells you to keep your eyes open every time they squeeze from pleasure.

You grab his face, eyes sultrily following his lips, nose, and eyes. “I want to be with you here, forever.” You draw his face to yours, kissing him languidly, and Jungkook thinks he’ll finish right then and there.

The water cascades down your bodies, falling into your mouths and into every crevice of your body, and right then you’re content.

Jungkook knows that you get tired after sex, so when he sees all the indicators: your eyes becoming lidded, your posture becoming disoriented- he catches you when you fall into his arms. He smiles to himself, can’t believe that you fell asleep right there in the middle of the shower with the warm water falling on your skin.

Sleeping with wet hair is a no-no, so he carries you bridal style from the shower and to the bed, letting your rest between your legs and against his chest while he uses a hair dryer to dry your hair. You’re out like a light, and he’s okay with that because all he really wants for you is to get as much rest and peace as possible.

He uses Hypnos’ Sleepy Milk to sedate you further- to the point where you’re snoring with your eyes and mouth open, another indicator that you aren’t going to wake up in a while.

Who knows what’s yet to come? Sooner or later, you’ll make a trip to the Underworld to look for the missing children of Hades- or worse- you’ll return to Tartarus to finally face your final foe.

While you’re with him, the very least he can do is give you pleasure and peace. His girl has saved the world multiple times, she doesn’t need to be a superhero when she’s with him.

The truth is, during your 14 hours of blissful sleep the previous, Jungkook didn’t get a wink. He refused to take a sip of Hypnos’s sleeping potion. Jungkook always tells you to rest- demigods aren’t invincible, but he’s a hypocrite in the sense that he actually believes that he doesn’t need to sleep.

Being the child of the war god, he inherits not only the genetic makeup of a warrior capable of staying awake for days, but also the discipline to function without the need for sleep.

He loves you to death, but you’re incredibly stubborn. He knows that you’ll put yourself in danger if it means saving your friends’ lives, and he simply isn’t going to let that happen.

During the war with Gaia, he wasn’t smart enough to defeat the primordial goddess- but this time he’ll be prepared.

Jungkook thinks he’ll stay up a little longer, tweaking his battle plans to perfection, but a simple glance your way disorients him completely. Even with the sleeping potion coursing through your body, you reach towards him, mumbling the drowsiest and cutest “Sleep with me, Kook.”

Okay… maybe he does need sleep.

He has no choice but to oblige, joining you under the covers while he holds you to his chest, limbs intertwined and hearts beating in unison.

Abruptly your eyes snap open, and you find yourself in Tartarus. The jagged terrain and blood red sky are instantly recognizable, but the air feels heavier, infused with a sense of dread that grips your chest. The pointed cliffs loom overhead, casting desolate shadows across the horizon.

During yours and Jungkook’s trip to Tartarus, you encountered the Arai.

According to Greek mythology, the Arai are vengeful spirits that lay in Tartarus, embodying curses and grievances. With every strike Jungkook delivered to an Arai, he willingly absorbed the curse they carried.

When the spirits encircled you during your first trip to Tartarus, it took you a minute to figure out what exactly the spirits were. Jungkook slashed at the first Arai, which turned out to embody the curse of unending agony.

The curse manifested as excruciating pain that caused Jungkook’s muscles to spasm uncontrollably. He instantly fell to the ground, writhing in pain- you had never seen him like that.

The excruciation twisted his features into agony, his breaths ragged and shallow as he struggled against the torment. Nearly driven to the brink of unconsciousness, he somehow overcame the sensation, summoning every ounce of his inner strength to rise to his feet.

With the greatest determination, he unleashed a flurry of strikes, dispatching each Arai with swift precision.

In other words, it was traumatizing. He took on every curse each Arai embodied, and it almost killed him.

You felt so useless; you hadn’t a clue how to contribute because you were paralyzed with fear. You genuinely thought he was going to die in your arms until he didn’t. He rose to his feet like nothing happened and you both continued on your mission to the Doors of Death.

Shift back to present day.

As you turn your gaze 90 degrees, you behold yourself (Mark) and Jungkook (Jungwon) ensnared within the encircling grasp of the Arai yet again. You were so lost in Jungkook you forgot that you just condemned your own brother to the depths of Tartarus in your stead.

You scream at Mark and Jungwon who are disguised as you and Jungkook to run. After years of studying Tartarus, you still aren’t sure how Jungkook overcame the Arai and you’d rather not take your chances with Mark and Jungwon.

Nonetheless, Mark and Jungwon should be aware of what the Arai are, and you think everything’s going to be okay until Jungwon unsheathes his sword Cataclysm and slashes at an Arai, falling to his feet and writhing in agony just as Jungkook did years before.

You scream, but you’re paralyzed with fear, rendering you unable to move.

Mark looks around in confusion, his expression shifting as he witnesses Jungwon's sudden collapse.

Desperation tugs at your senses as you try to muster the strength to move, to intervene somehow, but again, fear renders you immobile.

“Y/N wake up!” Suddenly, Jungkook’s urgent voice cuts through Tartarus’s sky, amplifying in volume before it penetrates the atmosphere.

With a jolt, your eyes snap open, and in an instant Tartarus dissipates like a fleeting dream and is replaced with the cozy blankets of Hypnos’s cabin.

Blinking rapidly, you find yourself lying in bed, the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the window. The echoes of Jungkook's voice still reverberate in your mind, your head fuzzy and unclear as you process what you just witnessed.

As awareness floods back into your senses, you take in the surroundings—the cozy warmth of the blankets cocooning you, the faint scent of lavender wafting through the air from nearby candles, and the reassuring presence of Jungkook by your side.

With a steadying breath, you turn towards him, finding solace in the way he cradles your face and looks down on you with concern. His eyes search for yours for any sign of distress, and relief washes over you as you realize you’re with him.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook's voice is soft, laced with genuine worry as he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

You nod, offering him a reassuring smile despite the lingering unease that clings to your thoughts.

You pause.

“Fuck, Jungkook!”

The urgency in your voice is palpable as you discard the blanket with a swift motion of your forearm.

“We need to get to Bunker 9,” you insist, your voice laced with desperation as you pluck your discarded clothes from the ground. You hastily begin to dress yourself, pulling your panties through your legs as images of Jungwon and Mark with the Arai flood your mind.

“I had a dream,” you explain, tripping as you shove your legs through your pant holes. Luckily, Jungkook catches you, like he always does.

“Jungwon and Mark met the Arai, Jungkook. They’re not going to survive- I mean I thought that you killed them all when we were there, but clearly they’re still in Tartarus and they’re about to curse our brothers and they could die. We need to get there immediately- we shouldn’t have ever sent them in our place in the first place-”

Lost in your urgency, you're unaware of your own rambling until Jungkook's puzzled expression catches your attention. He retrieves his phone, presenting you with a screen displaying the data transmitted by Mark and Jungwon's rings. “It says that they’re still falling,” he explains, “falling into Tartarus, I mean,” he elaborates when your eyebrows furrow.

You hastily throw a shirt over your head, before letting out a breathless “What?”

Jungkook sighs, sitting on the bed before pulling you onto his lap. “Baby, I think you’re anxious.”

“Of course I am!” you groan, “We spent the whole day fucking instead of doing anything!” you mumble in distress, closing your eyes when Jungkook gives you a comforting squeeze.

“You needed to rest,” Jungkook reasons, “Nothing’s going to get done if you’re not in the proper state of mind. When we get to Olympus for the anniversary party, we can get extra intel about the children of Hades,” he states matter of factly, the confidence in his voice assuaging you and bringing you down from your anxious high.

You gulp. “Is that tonight?”

“Mm-hmm,” you feel Jungkook hum into your neck.

“Fuck, they don’t give us any time,” you grumble.

“That’s a good thing, baby. You have more time to get ready. We’ll leave in an hour.” With that, his large hand cradles your chin and he turns your head towards him, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, taking your breath away.

He pulls back, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours. “You need to breathe,” he urges, “You’re not in this alone. You have all of us looking out for you. You have me. I’d never let anything happen to you-”

“What about Mark and Jungwon?”

“I’d never let anything happen to them either,” he declares, “Now get ready baby. You need to be in the right state of mind if we’re going to investigate Olympus.”

He gives you one last comforting smile and you can’t help but grab his face to kiss him again. Gods, you love this man.

Everybody knows that if you want a makeover, you can head to the Aphrodite cabin for a full glam makeover for the reasonable price of 5 drachmas.

When Aphrodite kids graduate from Camp Half-Blood and choose to live in the mortal world, they typically become celebrity stylists, word-class MUA’s, or nail techs for the hugest pop stars.

Luckily, the Aphrodite cabin is a few strides away from the Hypnos cabin, so after tiptoeing out of the Hypnos cabin (to not wake anybody up), you join hands with Jungkook to knock on the door 18+ Aphrodite Cabin.

The 18+ Aphrodite Cabin is akin to a real life Barbie Dreamhouse.

As visitors come near the cabin's entrance, they see a lovely doorway with flowers all around it. Wisteria vines wrap around the frame, with clusters of lavender flowers hanging down. Pots filled with ivy and petunias sit by the door, making the scene even more charming and magical.

The sun is setting, and the Aphrodite garden looks beautiful- the kids say one hasn’t truly experienced Camp Half-Blood without taking a peek at the Aphrodite garden.

You’ve also heard that deep within the garden lies a popular makeout spot for the kids- but honestly you’re too old for that and you don’t wanna know about it.

The door to the Aphrodite cabin swings open, and you’re met with none other than Vivian. Vivian, daughter of Aphrodite, is around the same age as you and Jungkook, making her one of the oldest girls in the Aphrodite cabin.

She is the epitome of a daughter of Aphrodite- her skin practically glows with radiance and her features appear like they were delicately sculpted by Aphrodite herself. While some of the Aphrodite kids are certainly stuck up, Vivian was not among them. Sure, she was snarky at times, but nothing she ever says is with malicious intent.

The thing is, Jungkook used to fuck around with so many Aphrodite girls, and you just can’t remember if she was one of those girls.

You whip your head towards Jungkook, frowning with suspicion when he seems overly fascinated with the wisteria vines hanging from the walls.

You sigh.

“Hey Viv,” you greet, giving her a friendly hug, “We’re going to a party on Olympus in like- an hour. Can you help us get ready? I know it’s super last minute but-”

She drops her jaw, giving you the Are you serious? look. “Can I help you get ready? Don’t you know we pay people to wear AphroditeWear at fancy events? The Grammy’s, the Oscars.. So a party on Mount Olympus would be…. amazing.”

You smile. “Thanks Viv. Can you squeeze my fiance in too?” you ask, gesturing towards Jungkook.

Vivan freezes, and she meets eyes with Jungkook. You feel a tangible shift in the atmosphere and it fills you with the faintest sense of unease.

Nonetheless, Vivian’s features soften and she pulls you in for another hug. “Congratulations Y/N. I’m glad you guys finally made it official. I can take care of you and I’ll have Michael do a fitting with Jungkook.”

You thank her and she smiles with the utmost hospitality, opening the door wider for you and Jungkook to enter. Jungkook holds the door open for you, giving Vivian a tight-lipped smile, “Thanks, Vivian.”

Not the government name.

Jungkook is immediately whisked away by Michael, a son of Aphrodite who is seemingly in charge of men’s styling while you are sat down at the salon.

You brush the nonexistent dust from your pants and take a deep breath before you look around.

The salon is amazing, with plush seating, ornate areas, and soft candlelight. There’s a skincare section, spa chairs for manis and pedis, and of course, the hair styling chair, where you’re currently sitting.

Vivian doesn’t waste time, curling your hair into voluminous curls that cascade down your shoulders. She applies makeup to accentuate your features with a subtle smokey eye and a hint of rosy blush that adds a touch of warmth to your complexion.

“I heard some shit is going down at Camp Jupiter,” Viv starts, “You’ve gone through so much, I imagine that you’d be desensitized to- like- emotion,” she shrugs.

Your lips curl up slightly. You get what she means. After literally experiencing death, seeing your friends die in battle, and saving the world three times, you’ve seen a lot. Sometimes, you do feel like you’re heartless- or you don’t have the capacity to feel.

You used to think that you wouldn’t feel as devastated if your friends died in war because of the dozens of close calls. Perhaps Jungkook changed the tide. You don’t think the intensity of your feelings of him ever changed- you just got good at not letting them affect you.

“But you seem pretty in love, so I guess not,” Vivian shrugs, shaking a bottle of hairspray.

You tilt your head, “How can you tell?”

“Oh please, I’m a daughter of Aphrodite. I can tell you’re head over heels,” she smiles, spraying your hair with the hairspray. “It makes me happy seeing you happy,” she continues, “You locked yourself up in the forge for like a year and nobody ever saw you. We all thought you were depressed.”

You laugh at that.

“Oh by the way,” Vivian continues, “I heard a rumor that one of my sisters is dating one of your brothers,” she points out.

“What? No way. Who?”

“Mark,” she promptly responds, “I think I can sense that she and Mark have something going on, I just know it.”

You shake your head. “Mark is single. I’m 1000% sure. There’s no way he would date someone without telling me.”

Vivian tilts her head, “Are you sure you’re not being naive? Mark might be a freak-”

“Gods, never say that in front of me again.”

Vivian giggles, and the conversation continues with ease.

You itch to ask Vivian about whether or not- in simple terms- she fucked your man.

As his fiancée, you feel like you have a legitimate interest in knowing all the raunchy details of his past relationships. Still, the last person you want to be is the overbearing partner who interrogates everyone (and everything) about his past relationships.

Jungkook is with you, and he loves you. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.

It’s just that Viv is so pretty, lovely, and graceful. She’s quite literally the daughter of the goddess of beauty while your father is known for being so hideously ugly that his mother threw him off Mount Olympus.

Vivian’s words pull you from your trance. “So what color dress are you thinking?” she calls from Aphrodite’s closet, which is stocked with luxurious dresses and gowns.

You bite your lip nervously, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Honestly, you haven’t inherited any of your father’s ugly genes, but Viv objectively did look better than you.

“I think gold would look nice on you,” she adds, “You can never go wrong with a sexy gold evening gown.”

She unveils a stunning gown made from shimmering gold mesh, featuring an elegant sweetheart neckline. Adorned with glittering embellishments, this dress leaves a magical trail of fairy dust with every step. The bodice and lower regions of the dress are discreetly covered, while the remainder delicately reveals sheer fabric, adding a touch of allure to its design.

“She’s not wearing that,” Jungkook strides into the room, fitted with a charcoal-gray suit. The jacket is slim and modern cut, accentuating his broad shoulders while his crisp white button up adds a hint of elegance.

He looks incredibly handsome, and it nearly takes your breath away.

Vivian gives Jungkook a distasteful look. “And why wouldn’t she wear it? You’re going to a party on Mount Olympus. She needs something extravagant.”

Jungkook marches over to you, placing a protective hand on your shoulder. “It's too revealing.”

You lock eyes with Viv for a mere second before she rolls her eyes to the back of her skull. “Never thought you were the conservative type, Jeon- but whatever, do as you please. I think Y/N would look nice in it.”

Jungkook looks at you and bends down to give you the softest of kisses. “You look so pretty, baby.”

“You too,” you whisper back, “But Jungkook, can’t I try it on?” You pout at him slightly, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

Normally, Jungkook doesn’t care about your choice of attire, but there are a few aspects that leave him with unease.

For one, this particular party is being held on Mount Olympus with various gods- gods with lustful gazes that have free reign to do whatever they want whenever they want.

After Rose, daughter of Apollo, tackled you at Camp Jupiter and accused you of trying to sleep with her father, he knew that even the gods had their eyes on you, which bothered him immensely.

It’s like he’s pulled from a trance.

“No.”

You frown at him. “What?”

“You’re not wearing the dress, Y/N. Find something else.”

“But I like the dress, Jungkook,” you counter.

“You can wear it. With me. In the Ares cabin. But you’re not wearing it to Olympus.”

Your jaw drops. “I don’t need your permission to do anything! I can wear what I want whenever I want. I’m my own person!”

Jungkook sighs, running his palm over his facial features, “Okay, then wear the dress. But as your fiance, I would appreciate it if you didn’t wear it. It’s up to you.”

“Oh c’mon asshole,” Vivian cuts in, “Just let her try it on.”

You nod in concurrence. “C’mon Kook, please?”

His gaze softens as he sweetly gazes down at you, torn between his protective instincts and his desire to see you happy. With a sigh, he relents, knowing that you'll try it on regardless of his opinion. "It’s up to you," he murmurs, his hand tenderly brushing against your cheek.

You smile gratefully and nod, appreciating his concern. "It’ll look good," you assure him, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

Of course he knows it’ll look good. That isn’t the concern.

After all, Jungkook is getting stronger each day, and he would gladly kill a god for checking you out with lustful eyes.

He locks eyes with Vivian, who raises her brows, frowning, “Aren’t you going to leave?”

Jungkook scowls. “What? I can be in here while she’s changing. She’s the future mother of my kids.”

Vivian’s features curl in distaste. “Okay, well it’s against policy for men to be in girls’ changing rooms so you need to leave.”

Jungkook nonchalantly shrugs. “Who cares? We saved the world twice- just let us be.”

Vivian's frustration boils over and she shoots him a pointed glare. “You always start shit then act like you didn’t just start shit!"

Jungkook scoffs, “Who’s starting shit? What I care about is my fiance and whether or not she feels comfortable in this dress,” he enunciates, redirecting his attention towards you, his words becoming softer and sweeter, “Go on and change babygirl, I’ll be waiting here.”

You blink your lashes, entirely confused for the situation at hand, but you still follow Viv towards the changing rooms, holding your tongue before you say anything you regret.

Vivian looks peeved as ever, smoothing out the dress gently, a direct juxtaposition to the way she curses between gritted teeth. “Gods, I hate that guy,” she seethes.

She takes a moment to collect herself before sighing deeply. “Sorry Y/N. He’s good to you and that’s all that matters,” she expresses with sincerity, instructing you to swivel around to wrap the fabric around your frame.

You shake your head. “No…” you murmur, “It’s fine. I just wanna know what the beef is… I guess,” you finally bring yourself to ask.

Viv releases a soft gasp, “That’s right,” she exclaims, like she’s reached a damning realization, “You don’t know what happened.”

You purse your lips and prepare yourself for what’s coming.

“While you were on Olympus for your internship, that motherfucker lit our garden on fire! He damn near almost burned down the entire garden! Girl, it was a whole thing. The Ares and Aphrodite cabins were at war. Shit only cleared up when Ares and Aphrodite themselves visited Camp Half-Blood and Aphrodite restored our garden.”

You blink, processing everything before you burst into the hugest smile.

“Hey!” Viv exclaims, swatting at your bicep, “It’s not funny!”

You force your lips into a straight line, traces of your smile still bursting through the cracks. You wrap your hand around the circumference of her wrist. “No, it’s not that,” you explain, “I just thought that- that you and Jungkook may have, you know…”

Viv takes a moment to process your words before she gasps the loudest gasp you’ve ever heard. “Absolutely not!” she exclaims.

“Back in high school, Jungkook sister-hopped Seraphina and Lillian,” Vivian continues, “We all made a binding vow to never let him date any of us again.”

You playfully shake your head at the thought. It’s almost unfathomable to picture the entire Aphrodite cabin gathering to scheme against Jungkook.

“He didn’t want any of us anyways. He’s only ever wanted you. I think the entire camp knows that.” The way she smiles at you is almost motherly, and a wave of fondness washes over you.

“He had a girlfriend for like a year after I died,” you point out.

She scoffs, “Oh please. We all know that Sof was a rebound. Love her, but she was a rebound.”

As Vivian finishes adjusting the straps of your gown, her expression softens, and she meets your gaze with a smile. "But enough about him. Let's focus on you and make sure you feel amazing in this dress."

You nod, grateful for her understanding and support. Vivian would always be Vivian "Thank you, Viv.”

Moments later, you emerge from the dressing room, the golden gown hugging your curves and shimmering under the lights. Jungkook's breath catches in his throat as he takes in your breathtaking appearance, his chest tightening from how beautiful you are .

"You look stunning," he breathes, stepping forward to take your hand in his. "Absolutely breathtaking."

A blush tinges your cheeks as you twirl in front of him, the sheer fabric dancing around you like a cascade of golden sunlight. "Do you really think so?" you ask, a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

Jungkook's eyes soften as he cups your face in his hands, his gaze unwavering. "Of course, stupid," he murmurs, voice filled with love despite him calling you stupid. His thumb brushes gently against your cheek. "But more importantly, you feel comfortable, right?"

You nod, motioning towards Vivian. "I feel great, all thanks to Viv," you say, prompting Jungkook.

Jungkook smiles at Vivian, expressing his gratitude. "Thank you for helping her," he says sincerely, before turning his gaze back to you, admiration evident in his eyes.

In that moment, you realize the depth of Jungkook's love for you – you’re always his first priority.

Vivian gives you one last hug and sends you on your way towards Olympus.

You and Jungkook have done this thousands of times. The quickest way to get to Mount Olympus is through the Empire State Building, of course.

Camp Half-Blood, situated along the shores of Long Island, is approximately a twenty-minute drive from the Empire State Building—though with Jungkook's motorcycle, the journey can be completed in just ten minutes

On Jungkook's 18th birthday, his father Ares bestowed upon him a celestial bronze Rolex watch that could transform into a motorcycle with a simple press of a button.

You’re cruising through the streets of New York City, your head resting against his back, and suddenly you’re home. You experience the same rush of nostalgia that filled you when you were 19, gliding through the slopes of Athens.

The wind blows through your hair as you take in the stars and the sparkling lights of New York City, making the city look even more beautiful.

With your fingers intertwined, Jungkook and you step into the doors of the Empire State Building. You slide the bellman a drachma and instruct him to send you to the 600th floor, which he does so after ensuring that no mortals catch heed to your conversation.

Jungkook can’t help but admire you because gods you in that dress is the biggest temptation he’s ever witnessed.

The elevator doors slide open, revealing the most extravagant party you’ve ever witnessed. The entirety of Mount Olympus has been transformed into a breathtaking spectacle of opulence and grandeur.

Nymphs dance gracefully alongside the procession, their laughter ringing through the air like tinkling bells. Centaurs trot majestically, adorned with garlands of flowers and draped in vibrant fabrics. Satyrs play lively tunes on their panpipes, their merry melodies adding to the festive atmosphere.

Above, pegasi soar through the sky, their majestic wings carrying them gracefully as they hold flags adorned with the emblem of love.

Someone clears their throat, and you turn your head to witness Eurus, god of the East wind descending on a cloud towards you and Jungkook. When you squint your eyes, you see that he has a clipboard in his hand, and you tilt your head in curiosity.

“Name?” he asks hastily.

You exchange a bewildered glance with Jungkook before finally finding your voice. "Uh, Y/N," you manage to stammer out, still trying to process the surreal situation.

"Eurus, pleased to meet you," the god replies with a polite nod, though his tone remains impatient. He quickly scans his clipboard before finding your name and checking it off with a flourish.

"And you?" Eurus turns his attention to Jungkook, who stands beside you, equally astonished by the encounter.

"Jungkook," he answers, his voice firm as he meets the god's gaze.

With a brisk nod, Eurus completes his task and gestures for you both to follow him. "Right this way," he says, leading you through the bustling crowds towards the heart of the festivities.

As you walk, you can't help but marvel at the absurdity of the situation. A god checking guests into a party on Mount Olympus? It's unlike anything you could have ever imagined.

“Hmmm, daughter of Hephaestus,” Eurus thinks aloud, “You and your,” he looks at Jungkook before sneering, “boyfriend are the only demigods invited to this event. Is there a reason for that?”

Jungkook contorts his face, and you respond before he can say anything too rash. “Because we’re in love, and this is a celebration of love,” you say with a sweet smile.

Eurus smirks at that. “Oh really? This is a celebration of love? Young daughter of Hephaestus, I know that you are no fool. Aphrodite and Hephaestus are hardly in love,” he expresses matter-a-factly, banging his head against his nifty clipboard.

"I can't fathom why the gods deemed it necessary to assign me the mundane task of checking in a couple who aren't even together!," Eurus grumbles, gesticulating animatedly. "I've been looking forward to my day off all year long!"

With a resigned sigh, he holds up his clipboard, which morphs into a miniature screen displaying a woman delivering a weather report. "Breaking news: Not a breeze in sight today! Zero wind, absolutely none!"

"See?" Eurus concedes with a frustrated wave of his hand, prompting you will yourself from laughing at how absurd this all is.

"And that's not all," Eurus continues with exasperation evident in his voice, "I've been tasked with keeping Ares away from the gala all day, which, let me tell you, is no small feat. I mean, he's the god of war! How am I supposed to keep him from sneaking around?" He turns his head theatrically towards Jungkook.

“Which is why I don’t understand why they would let you in!” he sneers.

Jungkook shrugs, seemingly amused by Eurus’s anger. “Hephaestus loves me. He practically begged me to marry his daughter,” making you playfully roll your eyes as you nudge him with your elbow.

Eurus gasps scandalously, “He would do no such thing!”

Eurus guides you towards the gala hall, and you can’t help but do a double-take when you see something out of the ordinary (?)

Towards the left of the entrance sits Ares, the god of the war, trapped in a net, thrashing around to break free. He roars in frustration before his pupils explode into flames, and it tells you everything you need to know. The whole pupils exploding into fire was a mannerism Jungkook adopted from his father- and it only happened when he became extremely angry.

You glance at Jungkook, who is really trying to hide his satisfaction under a mask of concern. He stays stoic, staring at the wall behind Ares and you can’t help but think he looks cute trying to be all serious.

Jungkook clears his throat, "Need a hand, Dad?"

“Absolutely not!” Eurus cuts in, “I had to look for this net in Hephaesteus’s junkyard for hours! It’s the only thing that will contain him. He stays in the net-”

“I’ll kill you right now, asshole!” Ares seethes, eliciting a yelp from Eurus.

At that moment, you connect the dots, realizing that Ares is currently trapped in the same net your father used to catch Aphrodite and Ares in “the act.” You step forward, running your fingers over the net.

Hephaestus catching Aphrodite and Ares is a classic Greek tale, but you always wondered how your father created such a net to contain the god of war.

The rope is intricately designed, something you assume was woven from enchanted threads. The rope is also infused with celestial bronze, but you still don’t see how it could trap not one but two gods. Your father is truly a genius.

Ares bares his teeth at Eurus, who squeals and runs away, probably back to his post at the entrance of Mount Olympus.

Ares pauses, looking you up and down before he licks his lips. “Damn kid, this your bitch? She’s fine as fuck.”

At that, Jungkook’s amused smile drops, and he instinctively intertwines his fingers through yours.

Jungkook's unresolved issues with his father stem from how he mistreated his mother, who was deeply traumatized by the aftermath of Ares's “love”. Only when his mother found love with another man did Jungkook find it in himself to leave her.

His negative behaviors from youth, such as literally playing the entire Aphrodite cabin and his predisposition towards violence can be traced back to Ares's poor parenting and the trauma of his childhood.

In fact, he’s only considered Ares’s favorite because of his talent as a warrior, not because Ares actually cares.

He only really grew up because he wanted to be a man for you. You were the epitome of “I can change him”.

Nonetheless, he felt an inexplicable amount of anger when anyone said anything about you. You’re practically famous around Camp Half-Blood, so he expects people to talk, but hearing this from his own father- he can’t fathom the audacity.

“You’re literally trapped in a net.”

Ares clenches his jaw. “And? I’ll beat your ass the second I’m outta here.”

Junngkook says nothing, and if anything, his expression conveys a sheen of sadness. Who wants to be spoken to this way by their own father?

After a moment, Ares finally gives in. “Alright, I’m sorry kid,” he pleads, “Just let me outta here. Do it for your old man, eh?”

Jungkook remains stoic, staring blankly at Ares.

“Y/N,” Ares snaps, “I remember you, Hephaestus’s prized daughter. You got to know a way to get me out of here, right? Do it for your father-in-law!”

You say nothing, tilting your head towards Jungkook.

“Oh c’mon!” Ares continues, “My girl’s in there! Aphrodite’s my girl! I can’t just keep her in there with Hephaestus!”

In that moment, you realize how much of a gift mortality is. Immortals with godly powers often lack a reason to be kind, as the gods themselves are quite messy.

They didn’t value each other, didn’t value human life- because they didn’t have to.

You look at your fiance, eyebrows furrowing as you recall when Jungkook was offered the opportunity to turn into a god.

In history, demigods who fulfilled god-level quests were elevated to “god status”. This is the path Dionysus took to become an Olympian, and how Hercules ascended to godhood.

After saving the world from the titan Kronos at the age of 17, Zeus offered Jungkook the status of a god. You remember how nervous you were when you caught heed of Zeus’s proposal. At that time, you and Jungkook were caught at the beginning of your enemies to lovers transition, and as much as Jungkook annoyed you, you didn’t want him to leave you for Olympus.

Jungkook became the first demigod to turn the proposition down. You always considered him to be an airhead, but perhaps this was the first moment you realized that there was something more inside his thick skull.

Jungkook treasures mortality, and you find that kinda hot. He finds pleasure in the sensation of a punch to his face, smirking with blood running down his nose. He relishes in the risk of death during quests, understanding that nothing was assured and that he had to push himself for success.

He isn’t a pussy who needs the safety net of immortality. He adores the sense of purpose imbued in his mortal existence.

Your man is insane and you love it.

There’s just something so sexy about a man who has control over his own life. You’d much rather lounge on the shores of Elysium- and you will with Jungkook, your forever boy and two-time (soon to be three) savior of the world.

Stepping into the gala hall, you’re met with the largest room you’ve ever been in. The grand ballroom is filled with minor gods, goddesses, and other mythical creatures dancing on the spacious dance floor.

With your eyes glimmering at the grand decor and the live-cyclopes band, you need to remind yourself that the reason you’re even at this party is to collect intel on the missing children of Hades.

You walk around, looking for clues on Hades’ whereabouts. In situations like this, the symbol of Hades, a helm of darkness would randomly appear, but you aren’t seeing anything.

Jungkook looks around, at the Greek pillars holding the infrastructure up, the waiters walking around with cups of ambrosia- hold on, is that satyr staring at your ass?

Sometimes, you don’t realize how beautiful you are, and it bothers him. He thinks he should tell you that you should be more careful or to be more cognizant of your surroundings, but that’s what he’s here for.

He casually wraps his arm around your waist and looks at anyone who looks at you. He doesn’t glare at the Cyclopes and their wandering eye(s) or the minor gods he was surely stronger than, a simple look their way is enough for someone to back off.

Curse the fates for having him fall in love with someone so pretty.

The two of you walk for what seems like miles before entering the next room in the gala hall: the artisan’s workshop.

Probably at Hephaestus’s request, his henchmen stand in the middle room, intricately metalworking while guests gather around to marvel at the artisan mastery. Sparks fly as metal is shaped and molded into exquisite sculptures and jewelry,

All of Hephasetus’s mastery forge work is on display, like a museum filled with the best forgery to ever exist in the history of the world. You marvel at the display.

There’s a prototype for amphibious armor- armor capable of moving seamlessly between land and water. You’d have to get on this for Taehyung, your friend and son of Poseidon. He could do wonders with it.

There’s also the literal Trojan Horse: the same large wooden horse the Greeks hid soldiers in during the Trojan War.

Each and every item is masterfully crafted by your father, and one in particular catches your eye: a prototype for time manipulation. Even in the realm of Greek mythology, time travel has been untouched, and the gods themselves might not even know the implications of time travel.

You take a second to marvel at it even more. Its intricate gears and celestial alignments fuse together in a shape of sphere, and it stays locked in its glass case. Two words decorate the cake: Time Travel.

You just have to know more, but suddenly Jungkook tugs on your forearm when something- or someone catches his eye.

You follow his line of sight until you see Demeter.

Demeter is the goddess of agriculture, fertility, and the harvest in Greek mythology. Her daughter Persephone is the current bride of none other than Hades himself. Instantly you connect the dots. If anyone knew anything about the missing children of Hades, it would be Demeter.

Lounging on a loveseat in Aphrodite’s boudoir, she sultrily sips at a glass of wine, eyeing down the nymph waiter who is obviously uncomfortable as he scurries away from her. At this party, the purpose of Aphrodite’s boudoir is for guests to meet and hook up, essentially.

The energy she exerts is an older woman entering her cougar era and you protectively tighten your grip around Jungkook’s bicep.

Guests recline on plush velvet sofas and lounge chairs, sipping on cocktails and indulging in sweet treats. The room is adorned with lavish decor and the soft, romantic lighting creates an atmosphere of sensuality.

Funnily enough, the moment Jungkook opens his mouth to say something to Demeter, someone cuts him off.

“Y/N!”

You almost shudder at the very familiar voice.

It’s Apollo.

It is definitely true that Apollo made multiple attempts to make you his bride during your stay at Mount Olympus. Last year, you spent the entire year on Mount Olympus, working under your father Hephaestus as he taught you the latest forging techniques and strategies.

Such attempts included:

Organizing a symphony to serenade you with love songs

Gifting you with three tons of gold

Appearing in your chambers and serenading you in the middle of the night

Luckily, your father, in his protective nature, banished Apollo from his residence and used magical reinforcements to ensure that he would stay far, far away.

Unluckily, your father isn’t present.

Jungkook presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, eyes dubiously tracing over Apollo’s frame.

Gods can take on any look or appearance they please, so Apollo can make himself look like the (objectively) sexiest man in the world- which he does. He takes on the appearance of a 6’3 man with brown eyes and tan skin, his jet black hair falling into his eyes as he saunters towards you with his pearly white teeth.

Nonetheless, you aren’t impressed and neither is Jungkook. He pauses, features curling in distaste, and at that moment he grabs you by the neck, pulling your lips to his like magnetic attraction. He kisses you, and it’s the sloppiest, most disgusting kiss he’s ever bestowed on you- nearly pornographic.

Jungkook likes to keep it clean. He’s a gentleman and treats you like the lady you are, but you are well aware of his sadistic tendencies, just like he’s aware of your masochistic ones. His saliva drips into your mouth and he pulls away with a line of spit between your lips.

You take a moment to compose yourself.

“Hey Apollo,” you greet, still somewhat dizzy and breathless from the intensity of Jungkook’s kiss.

A sly smirk spreads across Apollo’s lips, and he looks right at Jungkook. “Claim her all you want, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

At that moment, it’s like time warps. Everything seems to pause, and the atmosphere turns gray.

In the next second, everything returns to normal.

It’s like the air is sucked out of his lungs, but he remains composed. “What do you mean by that?”

Apollo cocks his head, his black hair following into his eyes as throws an arm around your shoulder.

Again, it’s like time stops and you try to remove his arm from you but you can’t. It’s like his touch is anchored to your skin. Your eyes frantically search Jungkook’s who clenches his jaw as the realization of Apollo’s words sinks in.

Did… did Apollo watch you and him this morning?

“Oh don’t look at me like that Jeon,” Apollo pouts, “It almost hurts my feelings,” he muses with a teasing smile before he drops his smile and turns rigidly serious. “Almost,” Apollo enunciates.

Apollo, being a god, can pretty much do whatever he pleases. He can touch whoever he wants and he can see whatever he wants.

You squirm against his touch, eyes pleading at Jungkook to do something. When Jungkook catches a glimpse of your doe eyes and the uncomfortability plastered over your body language, something different washes over him, a type of lividity he’s never felt before.

He immediately unsheathes his sword.

Jungkook carries three weapons with him at all times.

First, there’s the celestial bronze knife you forged for him when you were ten years old. That particular knife has been to Tartarus and back; in other words, he’s retired it. He only really keeps it for sentimental purposes; he can’t bring himself to let it go. Most importantly, you made it for him so he must keep it with him at all times so he can always have a piece of you with him.

The second weapon he carries is the celestial bronze Rolex watch on his wrist, which was a gift from Ares on his 18th birthday. With a press of a button, it transforms into a sleek Harley Davidson Motorcycle- he isn’t so sure if it qualifies as a weapon but he has used it to run over some monsters.

The third weapon is an enchanted blade made from imperial gold. This sword is also something you forged.

A few years ago, you bestowed Kataklysmós, the first magically enchanted sword to Jungwon, Jungkook’s little brother. Kataklysmós, or Cataclysm has the ability to grant the user with the magical abilities of monsters defeated by the sword.

In order for its abilities to be activated, the user needs to form a soul binding link with the sword.

Jungwon was the first demigod to do so, and he documented the entire process in a little Hello Kitty notebook.

Creating a soul binding link with a magical sword means building a strong emotional connection with it. The wielder focuses their intent and channels divine energy to make the bond stronger. Both the wielder and the sword must accept and acknowledge each other to finalize the connection.

Anyways, after Jungwon figured it out, Jungkook did it the next day with his magically enchanted sword.

You called the sword its Greek name: Ichorothilikitimos, which translated to “Lust of Ichor” in English.

Have you ever wondered if gods bleed? They certainly do- except they don’t bleed blood, they bleed Ichor. Ichor is the golden fluid that flows through the veins of gods, kind of like their special blood.

When Ichorothilikitimos comes into contact with the divine blood of gods and immortals, known as ichor, it sparks intense bloodlust in its wielder. This means that whoever holds the sword feels an overwhelming desire for battle and conquest- sending the user into a bloodlust frenzy. When it happens with Jungkook, it’s like his powers are amplified, and he can take down an entire army single handedly.

But yes- this weapon is quite literally a god-killing weapon. It’s never been done before, but with Ichorothilikitimos, Jungkook could kill a god with ease.

While it grants great strength, it also presents a danger of being consumed by aggression. It's a powerful weapon, capable of changing the course of a fight, but it comes with a significant risk.

Obviously, this is a sword only Jungkook could wield. Primarily because he is the only demigod that can even draw ichor from a god, and also because he’s the only other demigod that successfully formed a soul binding link with their weapon.

When you see Jungkook reach for Ichorothilikitimos, your breath hitches in your throat, but Apollo keeps talking.

“I’m a god,” Apollo brags, “I can see whatever I want in the mortal world, especially on Camp Half-Blood.”

“I saw you in the bed,” Apollo taunts, “in the shower,” Apollo continues, “and even under the sheets. You looked good. I could do better though,” he declares with a sleazy wink.

At his statement, you feel disgustingly violated. You feel your stomach churn with revulsion at Apollo's invasive words, each syllable like a dagger aimed at your sense of autonomy.

Jungkook’s nostrils flare, and you wince, looking down when you hear the sound of Ichorothilikitimos being unsheathed. You squeeze your eyes shut, and Jungkook moves with the greatest agility. He nearly slashes Apollo’s arm off- until he doesn’t.

In a flash, you and Jungkook are transported to another room.

The fancy room is filled with tall pillars and a sweet smell of roses. In the middle are two big chairs: one pretty and gold, the other strong and iron. Aphrodite, looking beautiful, sits in one, while Hephaestus, looking serious, sits in the other.

Both are in their more godly form- Hephaestus sits at 36 feet tall while Aphrodite sits at a measly 25 feet.

“Dad!” you exclaim in relief, hyperventilating from the absolutely horrid encounter with Apollo.

Hephaestus sighs, stepping from the throne until he appears in human form, embracing you sweetly. “Daughter,” he murmurs, “That Apollo… I’ll damn him to Tartarus,” he seethes.

Apparently, Jungkook feels the same way, seething with anger as his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his eyes shut as he feebly attempts to calm himself.

Jungkook almost instantly interrupts the moment. “You need to protect your daughter!” Jungkook growls. “How can- how can you let that pervert witness intimacy between your daughter and I?!”

Hephaestus turns his head towards Jungkook. Usually, when a god looks you in the eye, you back down, but Jungkook stares right back at him.

“You,” Hephaestus starts, “did I give you permission to allow you to marry my daughter? I don’t even remember saying you could marry her.”

“Like I need your permission?” Jungkook scoffs, “I’m the only man Y/N needs in her life- to you she’s just another one of your thousands of kids, Y/N is everything to me.”

You say nothing. Jungkook has a point, and as far as you know, an engaged woman has allegiance to her fiance and not her father.

Hephaestus appears livid, and you think he’s going to send Jungkook into flames but he sighs and a moment later, you and Jungkook are seated on mini-thrones in front of the thrones of Aphrodite and Hephaestus.

“This is the problem,” Hephaestus enunciates, “I told you this was going to happen!” he growls, directing his attention towards Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty.

Aphrodite looks beautiful today, with her hair cascading in golden waves and her eyes sparkling like the sea under the sunlight. She’s wearing a red gown and an elegant updo, but her aura exudes one of apprehension.

As far as Aphrodite goes, Jungkook hates her. Aphrodite (again, the goddess of love) has messed with his love life for years; he’s been heartbroken (most likely because of her manipulation)- and Aphrodite was the same goddess who pleaded with Jungkook to return to Camp Half-Blood.

That means she knew you were alive and didn’t tell him.

“Jungkook,” Aphrodite begins, “Do you remember what I told you? At the club in Korea, about the balance between gods and demigods?”

Jungkook says nothing.

“Well, in other words, you fucked that entire balance up!” Hephaestus cuts in frustratedly.

“That sword,” Hephaestus starts, inhaling deeply, “Daughter, that sword- what made you think that forging that sword was a good idea? If demigods possess the capability to kill gods, then the existence of gods becomes meaningless."

“Jungkook, honey, you could have killed Apollo,” Aphrodite says with sweetness laced in her voice in attempts to assuage Jungkook. Clearly, it doesn’t work.

“Well, he deserved to die,” Jungkook bites back, “And Hephaestus, gods aren’t the only beings that bleed Ichor. Titans, monsters, and of course Gaia and Tartarus bleed Ichor. I intend to use this sword to kill the primordial god Tartarus.”

At that moment, you realize that you and Jungkook are a deadly duo, akin to a Mr. and Mrs. Smith. You have the capacity to create god-killing weapons and Jungkook has the capacity to implement the god-killing.

“Dad, Jungkook would never kill a god,” you declare, “I forged that weapon for Jungkook to kill titans, and he used it to save the world. He’s my fiance, and you can’t address him like he’s a delinquent. Jungkook is the sweetest guy in the entire world.”

Hephaestus has to prevent himself from scoffing, shifting his gaze towards Jungkook who quite literally has fire for pupils- definitely the “sweetest guy in the entire world”.

Aphrodite holds her tongue.

“Look,” Jungkook starts, “Here’s the deal. So long as she’s okay, then I’m okay,” he states, motioning towards you. “If Y/N is protected, especially from Apollo,” he seethes, “then I won’t do anything rash. I’ll be an obedient demigod, and do whatever you want- kill any titan or monster you want. But if anything happens to her, ever, I will burn Olympus down with my own hands.”

It’s quite preposterous for a demigod to threaten a god, but the threat is taken seriously. Hephaestus and Aphrodite appear physically distraught.

“Okay,” Hephaestus acquiesces. “Y/N stays safe. To help you on your quest, I’m opening a direct portal to the underworld. The demigod children of Hades are imprisoned in the Underworld with their father. Your eyes will be tricked by the mist but dip yourself in the River of Styx and you will see through it. As for Y/N, she stays here with me-”

“What? No! I’m going with him!”

“She stays here with me and we will forge weapons for you to use. The best weapons of the best caliber- I will ensure my daughter gives you what you need to defeat Tartarus.”

Jungkook inhales deeply and curtly nods at your father.

You turn to him, “What the fuck Jungkook! You can’t exclude me from this quest! I have to go with you-”

When he faces you, you stop talking. Jungkook is as rigidly serious as ever, and he’s doing the whole flaming pupils thing without even looking angry.

“Y/N, please,” he urges, “I lost you once and I’m not going to lose you again. Just stay here. You’ve served enough-”

“No,” you respond, “You know I’m not that type of person. I can’t just let you take on Tartarus by yourself!”

Jungkook locks eyes with Hephaestus who just nods, and with a snap of Hephaestus’s fingers, you’re trapped in a celestial bronze cage. You pull against the jail cell screaming, “What the fuck!”

“Dad! Jungkook! Let me out! What the fuck!”

Jungkook stands outside of the cage and looks at you with concerned eyes. “Baby, baby calm down,” he pleads, using his hand to hold your cheek.

“No,” you cry, “Jungkook, if you do this then it’s over between you and me. I can’t be with a man who doesn’t even trust me.” You begin weeping and crying, and you mean it. You wouldn't forgive Jungkook if he went and saved the world without you. He needs you, and you need him.

At that, Jungkook’s face falls, his eyebrows furrow and he bites his lip in apprehension. The thought of losing you leaves him crestfallen, and he'd rather believe that you're saying all of this in the heat of the moment.

He doesn't have time to contemplate whether you're serious because he's been granted a golden opportunity: a guarantee of your protection by the gods themselves. He can't pass this up.

He bitterly nods. “I’d rather have you safe,” he says before standing up and unsheathing Ichorothilikitimos.

And with that, Hephaestus opens a portal straight to the Underworld and Jungkook walks through, leaving you stuck in a cage on Mount Olympus.

#jungkook fanfic #demigod!jungkook #demigod!bts

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herozdiary · 3 months

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Hellooo 👋 I know you’re busy with other requests but I can’t help with this idea

With hyperpink girly reader (gender neutral Ofc or your choice) though they may seem mean to others but is really nice to Simon, very affectionate to him (covering his face with pink lip gloss marks) , and protective too. Chase Simon’s bullies away with their neon pink platform heels.

I’ve been obsessing with pink x emo dynamic

Take however long you want!! Thanks for reading this and I hope you’ll have a good day/night ✊

Bubblegum

Simon x reader

Simon was a loser and you were the popular icon of the college you both went to.Your style was so pretty and colorful,Mostly pink but any color would fit you.

You met Simon on your first day when you needed help finding the girls restroom to re-do your lip combo.He instantly fell in love with you.

He soon enough made a big enough of move to get closer to you and you guys ended up getting close to each other to start dating blah blah blah!

Once you guys got close enough he confessed about how he was struggling with poor mental health and was a main target for bullying.

You never liked them.You use to be a target for bullying until you kinda just snapped and told them off.You were left alone after that and ever since then you been helping people who get bullied.

You sat on his bed as he cleaned up his floor.You had came over to listen to him vent and to help him with some English because he needed an idea of what to write.

“People are so shitty sometimes Simon,but you gotta ignore them and show them you don’t care! They’re just a bunch of self projecting losers”You say while fixing your digital camera.

Simon nodded before shrugging.He didn’t have the confidence like you did.You made yourself known while he kinda just stood on the side lines and supported you.”come here”you say gently as you place your camera on Simon’s windowsill.

Simon got up from his spot on the floor and made his way towards you.he sat next to you before staring into your eyes.You grab the sides of his stubble covered face and plant small kisses all over his face.

You had applied some cute pink lipgloss a couple of minutes earlier so you left sticky lipgloss kiss marks.You giggled at your work before grabbing your camera and snapping a quick photo of Simon.

He started down at your lap before smiling.”You’re so so so so soo handsome babe.Im kinda glad some girls don’t you like you because now I can have you all to myself!”You joke as you place a couple more kisses on his face.

Simon feels his face get red as he hides his face in his hands.Girls never were into him as much as your were.He had Sophie yeah but Sophie only saw him as a friend

You were different.unlike Sophie,you didn’t leave him but you stayed with him and comforted him.When Sophie rejected him and made up the excuse she had to go,You stayed with him the whole entire night listening to him vent.

Simon and Sophie are still I guess you could call them friends but he doesn’t talk with her anymore as much.He has you!When Simon does talk to Sophie he mostly talks about his life and how you made it much better.

People still don’t know how Simon was able to get with someone like you.You were a likeable,bubbly and a talkative person unlike Simon who was like the complete opposite,but they do say opposites attract.

You sometimes would even chase them off,it didn’t matter what type of shoes you were wearing you could run in 6 inch heels and still look flawless spewing out curses word at a bunch of losers who were picking on Simon.

Sometimes Simon would help with picking your outfits!he didn’t have much fashion sense when it came to himself but when he came to you,He knew exactly how to dress you.

“Ok Simon!I have this cute baby pink crop top or should I wear the baby blue one?”You ask while showing your boyfriend the two shirts.Simon did a quick scan off both shirts before looking at the skirt you had picked out.It was a black,pleated skirt with small rhinestones on the belt loops.

“I feel like you should wear the blue one.I think it would go good with the skirt your gonna wear”Simon said while going back to messing with his camera,

You nod as you toss the pink shirt back into the closet before smiling at Simon and thanking him for his help.Not only was he such a cutie but a big help when it came to styling you.

He was the only male you would trust picking out your outfits.Sometimes the two of you would match if you were able to convince him.it would take a couple minutes of begging but sooner or later you would make Simon have matching pink themed outfits!

Even if he found it absolutely ridiculous,As long as you were happy he was even more happy.

#cry of fear #cry of fear x reader #cry of fear x you #simon henriksson #simon henriksson x reader #character x you #video game x reader #x reader #x y/n #fluff

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whyoneartheven · 4 days

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What head canons do you have for the LU boys? (Yes, this is a request for you to ramble about them)

aaaahhh hello! Thanks for asking, but wow, goodness me

this will take some thinking XD

umm

ok a lot of these are pretty generic or just other people’s ideas I kinda adopted but here goes!

also I didn’t expect it when I started but this got long…

for Legend, I really like the idea of him drinking tea and still having an apple orchard. And also having honey bees! (These aren’t mine originally lol) Also I feel like post LU (this ofc may change depending on the ending) he fell into depression a little bit before digging himself out… idk I just feel like that would happen. I like the idea of him being a good singer. (merperson stuff but also maybe having to do with post-LA?) Also I feel like he’s one of those people that’s always cold! So he secretly likes to cuddle :)

with Wild, I feel like… he definitely doesn’t use recipes! This is based off how I am in his game and irl, as I just throw things together and never go back to see how I made things before, but also I feel like it just fits his personality hehe! Also based on my experiences in game (to an extent), I feel like he doesn’t actually care about legitimately looking fashionable… it’s more that he likes wearing things that looks crazy XD

on to Hyrule! Ok this isn’t as much a headcanon as a ship but I really ship him and Aurora; I feel like they’d be absolutely adorable together but he’s really private about it! I like to think Hyrule can sew? And I think he’d love to run around barefoot on fresh grass! And just, be in love with nature in general! maybe he doesn’t have an eye for color; he can’t tell if colors clash or actually match lol

Time! I like the idea of Time and Malon having a running joke that the other is color blind, and the chain eventually picks it up! And then Time keeps mistaking one color for another (on purpose or not? We’ll never know), and every time the others go wild XD (this may or may not be based on a joke my parents have irl hehe) also I feel like Time really likes flowers? Idk why! Finally, if Time was in the modern world he’d be the guy who’d be acting food months to tears past the expiration date…

Four, my beloved! Umm this is kinda a design idea more than anything but I like the idea of him growing his hair out and wearing it in a ponytail post LU! (provided he doesn’t die…) I don’t think of him as having voices in his head or being a system but I still like the idea of him talking to himself sometimes XD! Also this is just something canon I don’t see talked abt a lot but I love he and Twi’s relationship sm! Four totally has RBF and definitely stares at people accidentally when he’s thinking… also I saw a crack fic somewhere where Four was already married to Dot and had children and the chain were shocked; it was hilarious, and while I don’t think he would actually have kids, I think it’d be hilarious if he and his Zelda are already quite far along in their relationship (as I ship them lol)

the man, the myth, the legend, WIND, is next! This man has Opinions. I feel like he’s the kind of person so have opinions on things he’s only heard of two seconds before, like automatically deciding he will like a food or deciding the other way round. (And yeahhhh I’m basing him on my brother lol) I’m definitely not the one to come up with this but Wind is definitely the one with the best (and most opinionated) fashion sense! Maybe older him bonded with young Wars in the War of Eras over this (bc I love the idea of older wind being there), Idk XD! Also he definitely braids Aryll’s hair and is generally very responsible (I mean he’s a big brother he’s gotta be XD); he’s treating LU as a bit of a vacation!

Warriors, wonderful man, is next! I feel like he’s very nostalgic. Like, just in general. He likes to look back on his happy memories! Also (once again not my idea) but I like the idea of Warriors growing up either orphaned or really poor, and living in the less palatable portion of Castle Town. I definitely ship him and his Zelda (ok tbh I ship ALL the Links with their Zeldas lol) but I feel like at the point of LU they’ve talked abt it but Warriors isn’t ready (thanks to Cia and maybe just all the barriers in his mind about being inferior to her or smth) Also, give this man the craziest accent you can find and I am here for it; whoever first came up with that is a genius. Ok yeah you can probably tell but I love Warriors angst XD

Sky!!! My bestieeee!! If Sky was in modern times he’d be one of those people who gets sleepy when they drink coffee, fs! He is de the artistic one, and maybe during LU he discovers a bunch of mediums besides woodworking that he loves (and maybe he makes a bunch of art for Sun, who knows!) This next one is based off @margindoodles2407’s Sky for her loz AU but the idea that his parents died in a house fire and he lived with Gaepora and Zelda until he was older is so cool to me! And bc of this I feel like he’d really hate being around fire (to the point of panic attacks? Maybe, maybe not)

Last but not least is Twilight!! This guy totally talks out loud to animals all the time and it freaks people out (they can never tell if he actually understands them hehe)! Twi definitely has a lot of respect for kids too and talks to them like they’re adults (by using the same vocabulary and tone, not by talking about things that aren’t good for kids to hear XD) and I feel like he would write painfully cheesy love poems? Twi definitely can’t cook but I feel l Ike he also cares the most about food? Idk?

ok, and that’s it!!! Wow, that was a lot…

and I could definitely come up with more lol

#Asks and such #Lu #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu warriors #lu wind #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu time #lu sky #lu twilight #lu four #headcanons #lu headcanons #evie rambles #Wow this was fun and time consuming (which I didn’t mind one bit lol)

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audinosaur · 10 months

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aoba johsai <3 lover

hi here’s some songs from taylor swift’s lover album that i think match each seijoh pairing :))

iwaoi <3 lover

i mean c’mon

it’s IWAOI ofc they get the title track

“and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me / and at every table, i’ll save you a seat”

AHSJDJ it’s them !! they don’t even have to say anything, if there’s a chair open next to iwa/oiks, everyone automatically knows who it’s unofficially reserved for

“and i’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you”

^ i think this covers both oikawa’s natural jealousy as well as how iwaizumi’s watched time after time again as countless amounts of people crush on his tooru

just the term “lover” for them. i think it’s the word they’d use in the timeskip when describing their “secret relationship” during interviews, it reveals as little as possible about the “mystery person” while still properly communicating just how important they are :)

matsuhana <3 it’s nice to have a friend

makki and mattsun genuinely have no fucking clue how they got together, they just sorta slowly shifted from being friends and doing friend things to doing boyfriend things and being boyfriends

bc of this they just picked a random ass day as their anniversary and just rolled w it

matsuhana’s so interesting to me because they’re friends to lovers like iwaoi/kinkuni yet each of them is a different FLAVOR of friends to lovers that i can’t quite explain but i love em

“something gave you the nerve / to touch my hand”

THEY!! YES! doing all their coupley shit all the while saying “it’s nice to have a friend” even though they both realize it’s faded into something much more

“twenty questions, we tell the truth” idk they just seem like they’ve never lied to each other before bc they’ve never had any reason to hide what they’re feeling

kyouhaba <3 afterglow

*deep inhale* OKAY there’s a LOT !

it should be noted that literally so fucking many of the other songs fit them but i want something slightly kinda happy pls :’)

i really love this song and it’s portrayal of arguing w your loved one and then taking the time afterwards to apologize and take accountability

and there are so so many kyouhaba fics where they fight and then make amends (although i still think there should be even MORE)

i just love them having so many feelings and not enough ways to deal w them and the vulnerability when they own up to their mistakes and AAHHHHHHHH

“i don’t wanna do this to you / i don’t wanna lose this with you” and “hey, it’s all me, just don’t go”

(^ examples of them being VULNERABLE AND OPEN)

also “tell me that you’re still mine / tell me that we’ll be just fine / even when i lose my mind”

i am normal about them! (lie)

side note i like how when perusing the seijoh couples gallery you just see “childhood friends to lovers!”, “best friends to lovers!”, “pals to lovers!”, then you turn the corner and see the most aggressive, tension-fueled enemies(?) to lovers pairing you’ve ever seen for no goddamn rhyme or reason

kinkuni <3 paper rings

paper rings has a childlike whimsy that suits kindaichi & kunimi’s relationship perfectly

half of the lyrics seem like things kindaichi would say to kunimi w full earnesty too

“i’m with you even if it makes me blue” and “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” !!!

(kunimi calls it “corny”, kindaichi calls it “romantic”, both with dumbass, lovestruck smiles on their faces)

“i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” is 100% kunimi though, he doesn’t like surprises and events that require him to exert extra effort, but for kindaichi? he’s more than okay with it

the whole song is just so sugary sweet and shamelessly adorable and at the end of the day that’s what kinkuni is! (at least behind closed doors, bc they get embarrassed sometimes)

and bc i can’t leave my boy out, it should be noted that watari shinji is a red man to his very CORE. you bet your ass on his twenty-second birthday he was blasting 22 like his life depends on it

#seijoh #aoba johsai #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #matsuhana #yahaba shigeru #kyoutani kentarou #kyouhaba #kindaichi yuutarou #kunimi akira #kinkuni #watari shinji #RAAAAHHHH !!!!

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dingochef · 11 months

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count 2.0k

Summary: Phoenix is convinced Jake is in love with you and Rooster reveals an earth shattering truth. (Here comes the angst, find your emotional support aviator.)

Masterlist

Chapter 10

Chapter 11: Burning In

“Shit, my squadron is here.”

Jake looks slightly panicked in the parking lot of the Hard Deck. He leans out to see through the windows to where the pool table is. Inside is the group of people who you recognize from that first night.

“Is that a problem? Embarrassed to be seen with me?” you joke.

Jake seems nervous and replies, “You are not the issue, I’m proud as hell to have you on my arm. It’s just those asshats aren’t going to play nice because it’s me.”

"I can handle myself, Jake. You all people should know that.”

He grins and shrugs,

“Touche, alright let’s go in and face the music.”

Taking his hand you walk in and join the group already at the pool table. You remember names like Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback, but you can't match anyone to their call sign right away except Phoenix. As the only woman in the group she’s easy to remember. Rooster is there also, no one can forget that mustache. You remember that Lydia is out of town this weekend for a work conference so you won't be seeing her around the Hard Deck tonight. Jake reintroduces them all in quick order, enough for you to slightly remember their names. Bob is the only missing from the original group and you bet that he's with Beth somewhere.

“I’ll go grab drinks, your usual? I’ll get some fish tacos ordered too, hun,” Jake asks and you nod in agreement. He then starts to walk over to the bar. He is no more than 10 feet away you when Rooster advances.

“So, Elsa, can I call you Ice Queen?” he asks with a smirk, he leaning over you a bit, using his height to tower above you.

You take a step back to look Rooster in the eye.

“I wouldn’t recommend it if you value the current location of your balls,” you say demurely through your eyelashes. Phoenix barks out a delighted laugh, from where she is lining up her next pool shot, and says,

“Oh sweetie, you’re going to fit in just fine.”

Rooster jumps back into the conversation and says,

“Feisty, I can work with that."

He takes a swig of his beer and leans in again, apparently his lack of personal space applies to everyone.

"So tell us, just how good is Hangman in the sack for you to put up with him outside the bedroom?” he asks, smirk on display.

“Who says it stays in the bedroom? I’m a lady and I don’t kiss and tell, but I can tell you that I am a very, very, very, satisfied woman,” you reply.

A very abrupt, “Rooster!" comes from the direction of the bar as Jake returns with your drinks.

"Just because yours is out of town and fucking range, doesn’t give you the right to move in on mine,” Jake barks as he gets back with your drinks. He puts them down on the small hightop next to you and stands behind you in an obvious territorial move, his hand on your hip.

“Honey,” you lean back and reach up to pat his cheek, “You don’t have to worry about a thing, I’m not really into guys with half a dead rodent on their upper lip.”

Rooster twitches his mustache and shrugs,

“Your loss, baby girl."

Jake looks satisfied with the retort and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"Mind if I play a round, babe?" he asks, pointing to the pool table. "Perfectly fine with me," you reply. Rooster takes the opportunity to needle Jake,

"We'll take good care of her, Hangman, don't worry about a thing."

Jake narrows his eyes at Rooster as he grabs his beer and a cue stick to join the next game. Phoenix rolls her eyes at their display, you have the feeling it is a constant back and forth between Rooster and Jake.

"Elsa and I will be fine without you Jake, now leave us alone so we can have some girl time," Phoenix says, dismissively waving her hand at Jake in a "Go Play" gesture. You nod at Jake to let him know you're fine and he nods in return as he grabs his beer and the cue stick from Phoenix.

Phoenix leans against the wall next to you and you start the conversation,

“It's good to see the token woman of the group again,” you say.

She laughs and you continue, “Coming from the usual token woman in the room at work.” You clink each other's glasses on solidarity.

“What do you do?” she asks, taking a sip of her cocktail, a vodka and cranberry it looks like.

“I work for Lockheed Martin, mostly projects out of the Skunk Works in Bakersfield. I'm an aerospace engineer.”

“Cool, I gotta say, you’re a little different than the girls Hangman usually has around.”

“You mean someone with an IQ bigger than their bra size?,” she snickers and nods, "I gathered that.”

“We didn’t think he’d actually have the guts to go after you again after that epic crash and burn you gave him. He is way too much a vain asshole to take an ego bruising like that and stay interested. Whatever you’re about he is very much into.” she says.

Jake looks up from the pool game at the moment to catch your eye and you smile back to see a wide grin bloom on his face before he turns his attention back to the pool game.

Phoenix watches the interaction, a wry smile on her face.

“He is so into you and it looks like it's mutual. I’ve got to ask, what happens when this mission is over?” she asks.

You sigh,

“I wish I knew, I know he’s only here for another week or two, so I’m just trying to have some fun while he’s around. Nothing serious.”

Phoenix snorts.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. I’ve flown with Hangman for a good 10 years now and he has never talked about a girl as much as he has you. Sometimes he can’t remember a hook up’s name. He’s my wingman and I can tell you he is L-O-V-E.”

Phoenix's declaration brings the feelings and thoughts you had let fade into the background from earlier up to the forefront of your brain.

“Well, I’m keeping it light for both of us. He’s fun to hang around with, sexy as hell, and can cook like a master chef. What more do you need in a fuck buddy?” you say, almost trying to convince yourself that it's still only physical.

Jake approaches you from behind and you startle at his sudden presence. You think he heard your last sentence and is thinking about it before he brushes it aside and asks,

“What awful things is Phoenix telling you about me? I can attest only half of them are true.”

Phoenix tells a few stories, nothing too damning or salacious, about Jake's antics in flight school and their past deployments.

Your dinner arrives and you take a break to eat some of the best fish tacos in San Diego before returning back to the group. You float in and out of the group talking with the others as Jake plays another pool game.

Rooster rotates out of the game and comes to lean up against the wall next to you. He's silent for a few minutes, slowly sipping on his beer. You're not really bothered to start a conversation.

“So, you’re literally a rocket scientist?” he asks, finally breaking the silence.

“No, I just play one on tv,” you respond. He snorts his beer slightly and you continue,

“An aerospace engineer to be more exact, my last job I was a rocket engineer, but never a scientist.”

He laughs and says,

“It just doesn’t register, from what Lydia has told me about you and what I know about Hangman, you must have a secret thing for assholes.”

“Why does everybody keep saying that? I’m starting to get a Dr Jekyl Mr Hyde vibe here.”

Rooster leans over and says, his eyes deadly serious,

“Because he is an asshole, he's a smug, arrogant, selfish, brat who is so high on himself that he can’t see past his ego to be a team player. And up there," he points upward, jamming his index finger skyward,

"It is a life and death scenario. That’s what I see and know of him; flying a fighter jet like we do cuts to the true character of who a person is. I don’t know if he’s been playing loverboy to you perfectly to win the bet or if his heart has actually grown three sizes that day.”

“Wait, what bet?” you ask, your blood starting to run cold. A sickly sweet smile forms on Rooster's face, one you'd imagine on the Devil making a bargain with you.

“Hah, didn’t think he had told you. When you left that first night we all bet $500 he couldn’t get his way into your bed in a week. Had to pay up on that one when Phoenix smelled the strawberry shampoo and he didn’t come home that one night.”

Time starts to move slowly as you comprehend his words,

“There was a fucking bet to see if he could bag me like some fucking trophy?”

Rooster is looking satisfied,

“Yup, and I don’t think this is the rom-com where he actually falls in love sweetheart, sorry to break it to you.” He walks away with a light swagger in his step.

The information Rooster has just told you overwhelms every part of your brain as you try to process it. You're on the edge of losing it and you catch Phoenix’s eye and say to her,

“Umm, come to the bathroom with me.”

She sees the panic in your face and follows you quickly.

You hear the usual jokes about girls going to the bathroom in packs as you walk away. As soon as the door swings shut, you ask her with deadly seriousness,

“Phoenix, I know you’re a straight shooter and won’t lie directly to me. Was there a bet to see if Jake could get into my pants? “

She sighs and pinches her nose,

“You’re right I won’t lie to you, but know that everything else I said out there was the God’s honest truth. Yes, there was a bet. But he technically won it that day I smelled your shampoo on him in training. If you were just a conquest, he wouldn’t have stuck around, he sure as hell wouldn’t have cooked you his nonna’s secret recipe, and he wouldn’t have put in nearly the effort he has with you. I think it's the real deal, but you’re going to have to ask him that.”

You start to feel the tears forming and you take a deep breath and blink them back like you've practiced so many times before. You turn to leave the bathroom, and Phoenix calls out,

"He didn't take the money, if that means anything to you, Elsa."

You shake your head and walk out of the bathroom and see Jake has Rooster pinned against the wall with a pool cue and is screaming,

“You told her that? What kind of psycho are you? For once in my life I find something worth holding onto and you deliberately go and shit on that.”

He drops the pool cue on the table and stabs Rooster in the chest with his finger,

“You better watch your ass up there.”

He turns to see you and can tell that his house of cards is tumbling down. The warmth you had thinking of Jake in your chest has now just dulled to a cold hard weight. You catch his eyes one last time and turn to leave, pushing the door open into the cool night. You start walking home as the tears start to fall. At the edge of the parking lot you hear Jake call out,

"Elsa! Talk to me please, baby. Elsa!"

Your only acknowledgement that you hear him is to raise your middle finger to him and keep walking. Phoenix is holding him back and telling him,

"She's going to want space to think. I know you want to run after her, dude, but she will eat you alive and you'll kill any chance you have. Give her some time."

You snort with the thought Phoenix is the smartest out of that whole group.

It takes the usual few minutes to get home. You unlock your door and step inside, shut the door, lean against it and cry. You're angry at Jake, but mostly you're angry at yourself for letting him worm his way and not keeping him at arm's length like your gut told you. From letting yourself get in so deep that you were starting to develop feelings for him. You haul yourself off to bed and pass out from the overwhelming exhaustion of having your world tilted on its axis.

@starswholistenanddreamsanswered

Chapter 12

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#top gun maverick #hangman fanfiction #hangman #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x you #jake hangman seresin x you #jake seresin fanfiction #top gun fanfiction #jake seresin x you #top gun smut

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lil0-0blume · 2 months

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I want to learn how to make edits because I have a list of Lana del Rey songs for every couple that I ship on the mxtx universe (and also for characters alone) but I don’t even know how to start… 🫠🫠

(I already edited before but only some silly things 😭😭)

List of the couples here if anyone is interested:

- HuaLian: Young and Beautiful (Classic, romantic, them)

-Wangxian: Summetime sadness (pls don’t kill me)

-Bingqiu: ArtDeco (like… the vibe?? Just-)

-Moshang: Playing Dangerous (For me, Sqh flirting is something like this -when he’s not afraid ofc)

-Beefleaf: Freak (trust meeee)

-YinZhen: Sad Girl (I’m not afraid to speak the word!!)

-XueXiao: Dark Paradise (Literally died for then, my Roman Empire)

-YueJiu: Cinnamon Girl (the definition of deserved better)

-FengQing: Diet Mountain Dew (THEM. JUST THEM.)

-Bingjiu: Ultraviolence (Got the hots for them but they also deserved better, to god -mxtx- they weren’t her favorite at all lol)

-JunMei: Fishtail (“this is an work of art” seriously, the “You’ll braid my hair” is literally how I envision them in the future, healing, together)

-Niecest: Lust for life (Like you heard that??? The “but my boyfriend’s back… and he’s cooler than ever…” - You cannot convince me otherwise it isn’t them!!!!)

List for the characters:

Binghe: Jealous girl (he was the easiest one for me and I don’t have to explain myself… BE AGGRESSIVE BE- )

Hua Cheng: Cherry (It just reminds me of him!! He really does fall to pieces many times on the story, literally, psychologically and emotionally, in good and bad ways…)

Lan Wangji: Serial killer/Happiness is a butterfly (Suprised for the first one?? Well, for me it’s about the intensity in his love, the type of doing anything and everything for the one he loves… I swear he’s just so dramatic and its just captures his teen phase of ‘first love and I don’t know what to do about it so I’ll just fantasy’ About the second… His time with his love in the first live was short and not completely well lived with so much problems and yet, and yet… he found happiness, also the “if he’s a serial killer than what’s the worst” just fits with the fact that he did in fact tried to save Wwx even against all the things others talked about him, regardless of the truth, he does what he needs to for who he needs… “Looking into his eyes I think he’s already hurt” IM SO SORRY I CANT LIE)

Shen Jiu: Born to die (like I’m not even trying to hurt anyone here but I know it hurts…)

Shen Qingqiu: Doin Time (Why?? Like, “the living is ease” vibe and the sudden “I’ve come to tell you that she’s evil” just reminds me to much of the fact that he’s the “villain”!! And I just imagined the “Louie” in the song as Sqh so much anyway)

Xie Lian: Brooklyn Baby (I don’t think I have to explain this one also right… the fans go “Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool… but he’s not as cool as me…” and also, “Baby I’m a gangsta too and takes two the tango” gets me thinking of two different sceneries, a dance with Hua Cheng as his flower and a dance with words representing his martial god nature)

Wei Wuxian: Salvatore (Salvatore is just him, really, the vibe of, like, even if you’re being murdered, you’re smiling and you’re smiling cause you know that, some way, you’ve just fucking won, of being on a serious situation and taking it lightly because is just his way to do things but at same time not as a mockery or a joke to all the suffering, the pain, but rather, an acceptance with a smile… oh gosh what a ride)

Mobei Jun: Black Beauty (like referring to a cold, untouchable beauty like himself, because honestly, life is beautiful but it took a while for him to see the colors but he managed to find his light, or, his “sparrow blue”…)

Shan Qinghua: Meet me at the pale moonlight (I swear, even if doesn’t make sense, for me, his “pale moonlight” is Mobei Jun… but seriously?? The “I’m the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean?” part FR FR WTH that’s his life you’re singing about Lana)

Xue Yang: Blue Jeans (“Love’s mean… and love hurts” to “I’ll love till the end of times… I’ll wait a million years” is honestly just what he did and also that slightly possessive part “promise you’ll remember that you’re mine” inspired by his insecurities and regrets, only because he was afraid to lose him… couldn’t get any sadder)

Xiao Xingchen: Margaret (In another word yes, yes it could get sadder… He’s just so good… “It kind makes me laugh”, Ah I just keep reminding that scene where he’s with XY, laughing because he’s the easy laugh type of person… And also the “the soul that you bring to the table” I just like to interpret that in a way that he made a family out a villain and homeless distrusting girl and that the “soul” spoken off on the song it’s theirs, how they find “soul” in there, in themselves, in each other…)

Anyway

…Any tips on video edition…? 👀👀

#tgcf #svss #mdzs #hualian #wangxian #bingqiu #moshang #beefleaf #YinZhen #XueXiao #YueJiu #FengQing #BingJiu #junmei #niecest #lana del rey

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sapphirefallschronicles · 1 year

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 11 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: When Sy has to pick up coffee for his sister, he sees Livia.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: None

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

Abigail often ordered me to get her a coffee from the cafe around ten minutes from the farm. Despite being the oldest by two whole minutes, she has zero respect for me. Sometimes I just want to tell her: ‘Go get it yourself’, but then she throws some logistical terms at me and how I should arrange it all by myself and then it’s checkmate.

So… Here I am, getting her coffee.

As I near the only cafe in town, I already see Livia sitting next to the window. Her back ever so straight as she types away behind her laptop. I tap on the window and she looks up, breaking out in a wide smile, waving enthusiastically at me. The familiar bell announces my presence and I hold up my hand to the barista, before I make my way to her table.

I’ve had many drinks with Livia before she left and it was always nice. Back then I used to sit next to her, because she liked that, but now I decide to go for the safe option and sit across from her.

‘You know,’ Livia says, closing her laptop, ‘I have to say, there is a certain charm in bumping into the same faces all the time here Sapphire Falls. Especially when that same face is yours. You’re really not a punishment to look at.’

I place my hand on my chest, only to feel my heart pounding because of the compliment. ‘I’m touched, Liv. What were you doing?’

‘I was writing.’

‘You found inspiration?’

‘Yeah, I did, actually.’ Livia grabs her cup and brings it to her lips. After taking a sip, she says: ‘It’s just a short story, but I am hoping that I am able to create a full novel out of it.’

‘What is it about?’

‘Just a small-town girl, livin’ in a lonely world,’ she softly sings, terribly off key.

I cock an eyebrow. ‘Seriously.’

‘You’re no fun,’ she jokes, placing down the cup and leaning over the table. ‘It’s about an Indonesian girl growing up in a little town.’

‘So, it’s about you?’

‘Based off of me.’ She smiles and says: ‘I’ve always written about things I didn't know everything about. Writing about this, it’s therapeutic.’

‘So, there’s also a big handsome farmer in this story, I suppose?’ I ask with a smile.

Livia pretends to vomit. ‘Ew no.’

‘Ouch.’

She chuckles and admits: ‘I really enjoy writing this. I guess I just missed Sapphire Falls more than I thought.’

‘You did?’

She nods. ‘Yeah, the people, nature, your farm of course. It brings back so many memories. It’s… I… I don’t think I’ve made many fun memories in my time in New York, as opposed to here.’

‘Do you like it in New York?’ I carefully ask.

‘I do, but… I don’t really have friends. It was mostly me and my ex Ian and his friends. Other authors too, but they usually have their own personal lives and I don’t fit in there. It’s hard making new friends.’

There is so much I want to say to her, because I wonder if her life in New York was as glamorous as I always thought it would be. But her phone rings and she looks at her screen, before placing the phone on the table again.

‘Ian,’ she clarifies.

‘He’s been calling a lot?’ I ask.

‘Non stop.’

‘He doesn’t take no for an answer, huh?’

She shakes her head. ‘He thinks this is just one of our many break ups, but to me it feels more… Definite. I’m really over him.’

And then I see it again. The pain in her eyes. She thinks she hides it well by staring at her hands, but I know better than that. She is hurting. That son of a bitch hurt her deeply. ‘Liv,’ I say, ‘look at me.’

She averts her eyes from her hands to me. ‘What?’

‘You’re better off without him,’ I tell her, despite not even knowing the guy, but it’s true. She is better off without him. No man is good enough for her.

‘Sy, do you think I’ll ever be truly happy?’

Nothing changed with Livia. She always asked these incredibly deep questions back in high school at the most random moments. I wonder if she does it with everybody or if she reserves it solely for me. I’m kinda hoping for the latter. ‘Weren’t you ever truly happy?’

She shakes her head. ‘I don’t know,’ she then says. ‘I guess maybe when I was here, with you, Abigail, Chris, Bernard and Dottie. Maybe that was the only tiny taste of happiness I truly experienced.’

‘Want to further expound about it?’ I ask.

‘Are you asking me this because it makes you uncomfortable?’

I shake my head. ‘No, because then I know whether or not I should order a small or a large coffee.’

Livia smiles. ‘Maybe I want to, but I would also really like it if you just sit here with me.’

I walk up to the counter and wait until it’s my turn. I look at Livia, who stares out of the window. In these years,I’ve read her books. I’ve been meaning to tell her about how much I love her books, but every time something stops me. I want to tell her how it took me weeks to finish her book, not because it was dull, but because I’m a slow reader and I want to devour every bit she wrote.

Her books were my only connection to her.

After I ordered my coffee, I sit across from her again. She has pushed the laptop to the side and takes another sip of her coffee.

‘Sy…’

‘Yes?’

‘Are you mad at me for missing Dottie’s funeral?’

I shake my head. ‘No, of course not. How can I be mad when you didn’t even know what had happened?’

‘I don’t know. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you for holding a grudge, I suppose. It was your mother after all.’

‘I can take you to her grave. It’s right next to my pops.’

‘I would really like that.’

Time goes by slowly, but it’s nice to just take my time and to talk to Livia. Hearing about her missing my mom, maybe even more so than I do. But perhaps that’s because Livia just learned about it and I had many years to mourn.

‘We’re still friends, right?’ Livia asks.

‘Liv, come on,’ I say. ‘You know we’re still friends. I don’t think I’ve been happier ever since you arrived here.’

‘I’m sorry for everything,’ she says. ‘I know you don’t want to hear it, but I just want you to know I apologize for everything.’

‘You’re right, I don’t want to hear it.’ I let out a chuckle. ‘Remember when we finally saw that shooting star?’

She nods. ‘Yeah, and you wished for me. Forever. Guess your wish didn’t come true.’

‘That is true, because I had to miss you for eleven years, but remember: now that you’re here, I want to be part of your life forever. Even when you go back to New York, I will make sure you and I keep in contact. Maybe… One day, you can show this hillbilly around in the big city.’

She starts to laugh. ‘I would like that. All of what you just suggested.’ Livia reaches over the table and places her hand on my arm. ‘Thank you, Sy. For everything.’

●・○・●・○・●

With a smile permanently plastered on my face, I walk back to the ranch and by the time I enter through the front door, I hear Abigail say: ‘Took you long enough.’

I think I totally forgot something. ‘Yeah…’ I hesitantly mutter, as I approach the kitchen table to see her sitting there.

Her eyes darken when she looks at me. ‘Caleb Syverson, tell me you brought me back my chai latte.’

I clear my throat. ‘Oops.’

She groans. ‘What the hell did you do all this time?’

‘I was talking to Livia. She was at the cafe.’

Abigail barks out a laugh. ‘For fuck’s sake, Sy. It’s quite unbelievable she still has that effect on you.’

‘Shut up,’ I grumble.

‘You still love her loads, don’t you?’

‘I thought I told you to shut up?’

She nods. ‘True, but I am deciding to ignore that. Come on, it’s obvious she’s not over you.’

‘She was never into me. She made that clear back in the day.’ Realizing I don’t want to have this conversation, let alone with my damn sister, I say: ‘I’ll get you that chai latte.’

‘Buy a complimentary muffin while you’re there,’ she yells after me.

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Stark Spangled Banner

One Shot: Title Of Your Sex Tape

KINKTOBER DAY 13: Porn

Cowritten with @spectre-posts

Summary: An innocent joke leads to something a little less innocent as Katie introduces Steve to the world of modern Porn…

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language words, smut (NSFW), no under 18s. Porn. Stupid jokes…yeah…

A/N: They’re back!! God, I missed these two idiots so much. Thanks to my cowriter and collaborator for Kinktober for allowing this indulgence. This slots into the SSB timeline after the one shot Ask Questions, Throw Shield Later whilst the team are in the middle of looking for Bucky and the rest of Hydra. If you haven’t read any of the Stark Spangled Universe fics, you might not get this but you can appreciate the smut and humour in itself. And please feel free to check it all out and chat to me with comments and reviews.. Stark Spangled Man is the first starting point…it’s my absolute favourite epic I’ve written. Its’ long as hell but…my total guilty pleasure. I love these babies!

W/C: 4.5k

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist // Kinktober Masterlist

It started off as an innocent joke.

Katie was lounging in one of the chairs by the desk, watching as Steve and Tony were arguing over some new compact weapons system for the jet when Steve blurted out, “that’s not gonna fit in there.”

Both the Stark siblings, at the same time replied, “title of your sex tape,” before they burst out laughing.

Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. "Children."

Katie looked at him, then snorted. “You love Brooklyn 99, so don’t gimme that!”

"Not when we’re discussing where deadly force weapons fit into a Quinn Jet." He deadpanned

Ignoring him, Tony grinned and turned to his sister . “You know, now you mention it…I can kinda see the similarities.”

“Between him and Perralta?” Katie frowned.

“No, don’t be ridiculous, Kiddo. Between him and Boyle.”

The youngest Stark burst out laughing once more, her head tipping back as she chuckled.

Steve tossed his notes into the air dramatically and scooted back from the table. The wheels of his desk chair skidding over the floor as he stood. "I'm taking a break."

“Oh, Steve… don’t be…” Katie watched him go, before she finished, “…such a baby.”

“Little touchy.” Tony sniffed.

“And he calls me a brat.” Katie scoffed.

“Maybe he’s embarrassed he doesn’t know what a sex tape is.” Tony mused, picking up the notes.

“Course he knows what a sex tape is. They had dirty flicks and stuff back then. And besides, how do you know we ain’t watched porn together?” Katie smirked. “Maybe we have a nasty, dirty video of our own.”

At that Tony first went blank, then white and thereafter a little green.“That is disgusting and I don’t ever wanna hear that ever again, young lady.”

Katie simply popped a shoulder with a big smirk. "I'm going to top off and find Steve. I'll be right back."

Tony simply waved her away as she stood up.

She found him in the main kitchen for the Avengers floor. He too was searching for something and Katie sighed softly as she set her mug down on the counter. Her hip jutted out as she leaned into the granite. "You know, if you weren't so serious in these meetings all the time, you'd at least appreciate a good joke."

“And maybe if you and your brother took the meetings a little more seriously we might be making a more headway into rounding up the remnants of Hydra.”

And finding Buck...

Katie tilted her head to one side and dropped her since folded arms from across her chest. She stepped forward towards Steve and moved into his space. "Alright Soldier, what's really on your mind." Her left arm slid up his chest to around his neck, her engagement ring catching the light. Her right hand stuck to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his tee.

“Nothin….just…damnit I feel like we’re getting nowhere.” He sighed, “we’ve had nothing since that last raid, Sam’s trail on Buck has gone cold. Nat and Clint have found nothing on any of their recon and…who knows where Thor is…add that to the fact your brother and Banner seem to be more focused on building robots that invade our damned apartment in the middle of the night than doing anything of use…”

“I thought you liked the idea of the Iron Legion…god that is still an awful name.” She shook her head.

“I do, I just don’t think it’s the best use of our time.”

"You sound like you need a day off," she scratched at the back of his neck. "Why don't we finish this arms meeting and we take the rest to ourselves?"

Steve took a deep breath. “Maybe.”

"Alright," Katie dropped her arms, knowing not to push it any further. "I'll refill this mug and meet you back in the conference room."

She moved to grab the coffee and poured herself one before she turned back to face Steve.

“Tony is taking this seriously, as we all are. The reason he’s filling his time with this seemingly pointless technology development is because we have no leads and he needs to keep busy. Same reason I’m still working full time on the publishing company.”

Steve only managed a nod, not in a curt way nor any way really.

"Alright then," Katie stated, "back to business."

She brushed past him, not looking back and left the room, almost colliding with Clint on the way.

"Whoa there," he joked.

“Wouldn’t go in there if I was you.” She said with an airy tone as she continued towards the labs. “Captain Cranky is out in full force.”

“I heard that!” Came Steve’s loud voice from the kitchen.

“You were meant to!” She shot back over her shoulder.

Clint watched her go before he walked into the kitchen to find Steve running a large hand over his face.

“Okay…explain.” Clint arched a brow as he reached up into the cupboard for the popcorn.

"Tony being Tony and this whole team has lost focus on the reality of the situation we're in.“

“The whole team hasn’t lost focus, Cap.” Clint shook his head, his tone easy. “What do you think Nat and I have been doing for the past three weeks? Bunking on floors and in dirty motels ain’t exactly been a barrel of laughs.”

Steve sighed. He was just frustrated. There were things not marked off on his list of concerns, most important the last cells of HYDRA and in equal measure, finding Bucky. "I know. I'm sorry." He too filled his mug now and took a last look at the skilled archer, "you're in for a treat in there. Tony wants to fit a new live laser system in the vertical stabilizers.”

Clint frowned, "but it won't fit there."

"That's what I said," Steve scoffed.

Clint looked blank for a moment, “and…so what did Stark say?”

“Both of them simply said that was the title of my…my sex tape, then started laughing.”

"Brooklyn 99, nice," Clint smirked. "A Nova favorite."

Steve exhaled, and then watched as Clint tossed the microwave sack of popcorn into the machine and hit the button.

“You’re not gonna lace that with cayenne pepper again, are you?” He asked as he picked up his refilled mug.

"No...maybe."

Steve simply snorted as he took a sip of his coffee. “I’ll catch you later, better go try and make Tony see sense.”

Clint snorted as Steve left the room. He simply shook his head at and waited for the popcorn to pop.

*****

“Stevie?” Katie called from the kitchen of their apartment. “You wanna beer?”

"Suppose." Steve sat on the couch looking over something on the glass tablet which gave him access to the Stark System files.

"You're supposed to be taking the rest of the day," she shouted again.

“I never technically said that, you did.”

He smirked to himself as he heard Katie’s exasperated groan.

“You’re a pain in my ass…” she grumbled, grabbing two bottles before she headed back into the lounge. She handed him one and quickly snatched the device from his other hand as the exchange happened.

“Hey…”

“Oooh reflexes a little slow there, old man.” She grinned, “didn’t see that comin’, did ya?”

Her soldier frowned then smirked. Very quickly her beer was out of her hand and she was on her back on the couch. "Who you calling old and slow doll?"

She chuckled, her hand reaching up and brushing through his hair. “You…if the cap fits…”

He groaned, “that joke is almost as bad as the sex tape one.”

She grinned again, her green eyes sparkling. “I though it was funny.”

“Hilarious….” He deadpanned before he gave her lips a quick peck.

“Speaking of hilarious, know what really made me wanna laugh when you left for the kitchen?” Her hands smoothed up his biceps to his shoulders as he shifted above her a little, his weight on his knees.

“What?”

“Tony now thinks we made a sex tape."

“What?” Steve blinked. "Why...why would he think that?"

"Because I might have suggested we made one."

Steve groaned, the noise turning into a begrudging chuckle. “What did you do that for?”

“Because he insinuated you didn't know what one was. And I knew it would freak him out, which it did. Why do you think he wouldn’t look at you for the rest of the morning?”

Steve cocked his head to the left and popped a shoulder, "that explains it."

“It amused me, I like fucking with his head.”

"Have you?" Steve quirked a brow.

"Have I what?" Katie sought clarification.

"Made a sex tape." Steve said it with curiosity but his face held a slight cringe. "Like with Ward or...."

“Why did you have to mention that fucker?” Katie rolled her eyes. “No, no I haven’t.”

"No offense meant, doll." Steve sighed. "Just curious."

“If I’d have made a sex tape you would have seen it by now.” Katie took a deep breath, “along with the rest of the world. It would have no doubt been leaked or sold to the press or ransomed back to me or some dumb crap like that. You never heard of Pam and Tommy?”

"Um...."

“I’ll take that as a no.” She snorted, “Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee, famous people, very famous back in 90s…they made a dirty porno for their own use but it was stolen by some guy doing work on their house. He turned it into a video and it basically got sold to the public, ended up on the internet.”

"That's...grim." Steve wrinkled its nose.

"Yeah, some people still find it funny but it blew up all over the world and wreaked havoc on their lives and marriage. In good ways and bad ways." Katie popped a shoulder.

"You know, back in the day Dirty flicks used to be held in dark rooms for men only and cost a good penny." Steve mused. "Buck and I snuck into one once. We were sixteen and he managed to pop the back door to a showroom open.

“Oh get you, you dirty dog.” She grinned before she suddenly cocked an eyebrow up. “You seen any porn since defrosting?”

Steve shook his head, "nope." He popped the 'p'.

“D’ya wanna?”

He immediately flushed a bit.

Katie held his gaze before she leaned up to kiss him again, “I love how I can still make you blush.”

He kissed her lip softly. "Say we do, whatcha got in mind?"

“Do what? Watch porn?” She smirked, “I really have created a monster, huh?”

"Well," Steve sat back from caging her in on the sofa. "Call it curiosity or comparison for science."

“Science, huh. Tony would be proud.” She stayed where she was and reached for the tv remote. “But to answer your question there’s all sorts available…I can’t say I’m really intrigued by some of the hardcore stuff but…” she then nodded to the screen and Steve looked round to see the image was some form of menu from a porn site.

His eyes flicked down, reading the various types available and he felt himself grimacing.

“Okay, what the…big cock? Blowjob? School girl? No…just…”

“It’s all different fetishes, or kinks, not actual school girls…hang on…” Katie laughed, “here, couple, female friendly…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it says. They’re designed to be a little less…well, more about the actual romance of the sex itself and not just the kink. They’re called that as they’re videos that people in relationships might wanna watch to have a little fun, get aroused. Or maybe women on their own if they’re feeling that way inclined. Think of them as being the real dirty parts a romance film leaves out or doesn’t quite show you in explicit detail.”

"Hmmmm…" he hummed, looking over the thumbnail images of the videos. "Alright, so we just...pick one?"

"Yeah," Katie nodded. "Only if you want."

He nodded, he could do this…in fact, he kinda wanted to. Contrary to what people may think, Steve classes himself as fairly open minded when it came to sex. Whilst people no doubt assumed Captain America’s bedroom appetites to be either non existent or “vanilla” it wasn’t. Katie had brought out a side to him he’d never indulged before, one that might have been called deviant back in ‘his’ time. But, well, everyone told him he needed to move with the times, didn’t they?

And this was one area that he was more than happy to embrace the modern side of. He was comfortable enough now to share his sexual appetites and links with his fiancée. Just how he should be.

Sure, he could watch a dirty flick with his gal...no shame in that.

"Alright, doll. You pick, I ain’t got a clue."

Katie looked at him then turned her attention to the television. She scroll down a little more then hovered over one particular video. "This looks like it could be okay." Steve examine the title. Husband surprise his wife with sexy night in bedroom. He snorted and looked at her.

She merely smirked and shrugged. "Soon enough," she pressed play.

“That’s not…okay, that wasn’t what I was thinking but it is now.” He chuckled, “no I was gonna say as far as sex tapes go that’s a really shit title.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” she grinned, “or in this case a porno by its title.”

Steve chuckled and turned his attention back to the screen, his warming beer in hand.

Katie shifted besides him as the video began to play, sitting up and tucking her legs up onto the couch so that her head was leaning onto Steve’s shoulder.

The set up was awful and so contrived. The wife had come home for a stressful day at the office. Her husband had come home earlier than she to set up his romantic night at home. Candle lit dinner and soft music with what was no doubt grape juice over wine as they sat together gazing at one another.

Steve scoffed and snorted as Katie giggled and at one point the two were in a fit of giggles as the actors on screen ridiculously flirted in the most unconvincing way about their attraction to one another.

“Well this ain’t winning any Oscars any time soon.” Katie snorted, and then downright howled as the husband told his wife he was going to take her to heaven and back, “oh Jesus!”

Steve chuckled, "well, doll, have I taken you to heaven yet?"

Katie looked at him, and then burst out laughing, “Steve…oh my…stop!”

“You ain’t answered the question!” He started to laugh as Katie shook her head.

“You take me to heaven every single time , baby…” she fluttered her eyelashes.

He chuckled deeper at her silly flutter, his eyes flicking to the screen, "Looks like it's finally getting to the actual deed."

“Bout fucking time, pardon the pun.”

As most softer porn flicks, the couple started with very romantic kissing and heavy petting.

Steve watched, tilting his head a little bit as the camera focused on the expression on the blonde woman’s face. Then it flicked to the ‘husband’s’ hand as it started to knead at a sheer lace covered breast.

“You know what else is unrealistic?” Katie mumbled.

"Hmmm," Steve hummed, as his fingers trailed up and down Katie's exposed arm. She'd since led her head in his lap, facing the television.

“No one would ever wear that underwear to work.”

"You wouldn't?" He kept watch.

“That would be uncomfortable as fuck.” She let out a breath. “My fancy underwear is reserved for date nights only.”

"I like your fancy underwear."

“I know you do. Especially the blue and white set.”

Steve gave a little grunt in appreciation at the favorite bra and panty set which he damn near wanted to rip off her any time she wore it.

She fell silent again as they both concentrated on the screen. It was getting a little steamy, now. The woman's bra had been removed and now the ‘husband’ was paying a lot of attention to his ‘wife’s’ breasts and nipples.

Steve sensed the rhythm of Katie's heart uptick and her body language had subtly changed. He knew exactly why. This was one of her kinks. Nothing got his future bride as heated up or as turned on as when he played with her tits. In fact, he could distinctly recall a few times he’d got her off from doing that alone.

So he did what he thought would be alright by her and moved his hand from her arm and down the collar of her tank she'd changed into after calling the work day over. Thick and long fingers dipped between her skin and bra, circling around her areola first, then her nipple. He'd acted as though it was absent minded, but there was nothing absent about his actions.

He felt her chest hitch, but he didn’t look down. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen as he felt Katie starting to twitch a little as she lay on her side, cheek to his thigh.

Steve's free hand twitched itself, just a little, imperceptibly even, as he set to controlling himself. He, too, was getting a little warm as the video continued on. The sounds, sighs and moans, combined with Katie's own reactions were making the space in the gusset of his pants a little tight.

And he knew from Katie’s proximity to said crotch area, there was no way she wouldn’t have noticed.

The action switched from the attention on the wife's breasts to now lips over her tight and taught abs, mouthing over a covered mound and sucking her clit through the fabric.

He felt Katie shift a little more obviously this time, and for the first time he glanced down to see she’d squeezed her thighs together. That made Steve want to groan out loud at the thought of how wet she’d likely be inside those damned denim shorts she was wearing, the ones she always liked to lounge around their penthouse in.

For a man who had a great amount of self-control, his brunette haired little vixen seemed to make it snap quite quickly. His eyes flicked back to the action at hand and now the husband had pulled himself from his slacks, fisting his shaft as he ate his wife out.

And that was the point a noise slipped from his lips, an almost imperceptible little grunt. But not so imperceptible his girl didn't notice.

Katie rolled to her back, those stunning eyes looking up at her fiancé. His hand was still down her shirt, and with the twist of her body, he'd managed a full handful now of her breast.

He blinked down at her, as she flicked a brow up, a silently question as to why his hand had stopped its movements.

"C'mere…"

She sat up, immediately, and obediently moved to straddle his strong thighs with her own.

Very quickly, Steve's lips crashed into hers as his strong hands held her face in his palms. The kiss was heavy, lustful. Fingers trailed down her neck and over her breasts, lowering to the hemline of her tank top. In a flash it was over her head and on the floor at his feet.

Her nails raked at his flat, strong abs as she reciprocated, yanking his tee off and tossing it over her shoulder. There was a clink as it collided with and knocked their beer bottles over on the coffee table, but neither of them gave a shit.

Katie's breasts were exposed the second Steve's hands were free, easily undoing the back clasp as he'd expertly learned to do. He cupped them both, pushing them together and buried his face between them. His nose slid between the valley of her breasts as he kissed the edges. Thumbs rolled her nipples between his forefingers as his hips tilted his erection toward her clit.

“Fuck…” the first word either of them had spoken in a while fell from her plump lips as her head tilted back, nails digging into his shoulders.

Steve hummed along her skin, his warm and inviting open mouth covering the nipple on her right side. His tongue swirled around the erect skin before teeth pulled at it in a gentle fashion before lips enclosed around it to make up for the harsh contrast of his nip.

Katie moaned loudly, drowning out the noise of the long forgotten porno on the television. It was a noise that went straight to his already rock hard dick, as he ground his hips upwards again.

Steve moved them to the cushions of the couch with a lightning speed. With Katie's back now against the black butter like leather, he kissed her lips first, then her jaw, her neck and down her sternum with short pecks before finishing his assault on her left nipple, which he hadn't forgotten about.

She was putty in his hands. Her fingers were in his dark blond hair, nails raking at his scalp before they dug into his shoulders, just below the junction with his neck.

The super soldier growled at the tingle of pain before pulling back and immediately fiddling with the button on Katie's shorts. There was absolutely no slow movements to his task. He was rock hard and desperate to bury himself between her thighs. After, of course, a little snack.

Said shorts joined the haphazard pile of clothes strewn around the floor and room, as did her black panties.

"Thought you didn't wear those to work..."

“Those ain’t fancy…” she swallowed as she took a deep breath.

Steve was belly to leather as she spoke. His left hand pushing Katie's bent knee into the back cushion while his right hand pressed the inside of her left thigh to open her wide for him. His lips met the apex of her inner thigh before he immediately puckered his soft lips around her clit.

Katie's back arched off the couch, her hands flying to her own chest to further give attention to her nipples as he sucked hard before laving his tongue over her weeping slit.

"Fuck, doll, you're soaked." Steve rasped against her folds. "And you taste so good."

“Stop, talking…” her hand pushed his head further into her.

With a growl, he kept at her. Tongue poking and licking, lips covering that sensitive bud before he managed to probe two fingers deep inside her. He fucked her with precision, his palm down, coiling her tighter. It was when he moved palm up and hooked his knuckles just a little that she cried out with two flicks of her spongy upper wall.

Her hands back at her breasts, her hips bucked violently as she trembled, her breathing now rapid, a sure sign she was teetering on that edge.

"C'mon, doll. Cum for me, baby."

“Stevie…Stevie…I’m…” her voice trailed off into a low, broken moan as her back arched and her hands flew to the cushions of the couch.

"Oh fuck," Steve spat quickly as his mouth covered her again, his tongue and fingers working her over as she came.

Her hand was soon pushing him away, those smooth, shapely legs trembling as he moved away and sat up, hastily undoing the front of his jeans.

Like the 'husband' from the video, Steve pushed his pants and boxers to his thighs and stroked himself before immediately lining up and sliding right inside his bride to be.

A satisfied noise came from her throat as he bottomed out, his weight held on his forearms as his forehead pressed to hers.

"Jesus, sweetheart," his breath fanned her face. Steve snapped his hips; once, twice and on the third go, he gave a grind against her overly sensitive clit.

“Stevie, don’t…” she stopped dead to let out a little grunt, her nails raking up his back. “Just…just fuck me, soldier.”

"Yes, ma'am," Steve grunted as he snapped his hips and picked up speed. He kept his balance over her and his weight still in his arms as his lower body did the work.

Katie’s eyes locked onto his, her pupils blown as the motion of his thrusts moved her back up and down the sofa cushion beneath her. Her hands moved, and she cupped his face and pulled him down for a filthy kiss.

Her teeth pulled at his bottom lip, causing Steve to press his fingertips into the leather near her head. He was close and he'd hoped to fucking whomever that she was too because damn it did this rush feel good.

Her hands kept his face there, mouth open against his, noses pressed together as she panted and moaned at his movements. She could feel him twitching inside her, and knew he was close. And so was she. The heat was beginning to build between her legs and in the pit of her stomach once more, and fast.

"Harder." She stated into his mouth.

“Fuck, Doll…” he pushed his hips forward as hard as he dare, snapping them back and then forward again with a ferocious force.

That did it just enough and Katie was yanking at the longer hair atop his head as she cried out.

As soon as he felt her go, Steve allowed himself to give in with a surge that seemed of rise from his toes upwards. Single handedly, he balanced on one arm as he pulled Katie's head so their lips could meet in the same instance he came, crushing her into his face.

The kiss was stilted, but passionate none the less, flickering out into soft, lingering pecks as he sighed, his chest heaving.

His nose eventually bumped hers and she hummed in tired delight.

“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes opening slowly.

"Oh, doll, do I love you." He said with a soft baritone and he lowered his lips again. "I'm gonna love you forever."

Katie smiled, dumb fucked and satiated, "So, about that sex tape of our own...…"

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but never got the chance.

“Fuck me in the ass.”

The pair of them stilled, and then in identical, slow movements both turned their heads to the long forgotten porno that was still playing.

Both sputtered and fell back into loud, belly laughter.

“Call me old fashioned, doll…” Steve pecked her lips, “but I think I prefer it off screen so to speak.”

"So that's a no to porn?"

“Not a hard no…I mean, I’m…no…don’t make that into an innuendo!”

Katie cackled as Steve snorted, his forehead resting on her collar bone.

“Would you wear the underwear?” He mumbled into her skin.

"Oh most definitely."

“Then… I’m in.”

Steve felt Katie start to chuckle again, and he knew what she was gonna say before she said it but still he let out a low groan as she blurted the same childish line that had started this whole damned thing.

“Title of your sex tape!”

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #stark spangled banner #stark spangled #Steve Rogers x Katie stark #Steve Rogers x ofc #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #chris evans characters

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aria-ashryver · 4 months

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Bursts through the door then neatly fixes it back up again

Any hc’s you can spare us for the Starlight trio? 🫣

MY DOOR!!— oh. Oh, okay, thank youuu here have some trio stuffs 😊

Quickfire HCs!

❤ Cas has the most violent sounding sneezes

❤ Gabe and Luca like to pull silly faces at each other from across the room sometimes (if Cas notices them, they both pretend like nothing happened)

❤ Cas is lowkey scared of moths

❤ A few years down the line, Luca takes up ice skating / figure skating as a hobby

❤ Gabriel’s car is a classic muscle car in a deep burnt orange shade (like a Dodge Charger or something, idk, I don’t speak car), and he knows enough about automotive repair to work on it himself

❤ (Its the one thing Cas could never bring himself to insult when they were in their “enemies” era, bc Cas thought it was just objectively cool)

❤ CAS IS TICKLISH

❤ Gabriel is sometimes hit by an overwhelming urge to go floss his teeth, and if he can’t do it then and there he gets really annoyed and antsy

❤ All three of them grow out their hair at some point (not necessarily at the same time, but Cas keeps a bun for the longest time)

❤ Luca maintains that the single most supernatural thing about Gabriel is that he knows how to fold a fitted sheet

❤ Luca likes snuggling into Gabriel’s lap while Gabe is reading a book (he doesn’t read with Gabe, he just likes vibing in Gabriel’s calm)

❤ In fact, all three of them are HUGE on parallel play/body doubling. Sometimes ya just gotta be near the ones you love, while also quietly doing your own thing, you know?

❤ But that’s not to say they don’t do stuff together too. The next chapter coming up in SICSIG will feature Cas hooking up his PS4 to Gabe’s TV and he and Luca gaming together — there will be a lot of that sort of thing in their future.

❤ They also turn really dumb things into a competition (like who can carry the most grocery bags in one trip)

❤ Gabriel regularly has to put up with coming home to find out Cas and Luca have hatched a plan in their joint idiocy and they’ll have like… idk, bought a paintball gun and they are in the yard taking turns shooting each other with it lol (once Luca is past their trauma ofc)

❤ It takes a loooong time, but Gabriel eventually lets Cas bleach his hair (there are lots of Ken doll/surfer/himbo jokes) (he looks gorgeous bc of course he does)

❤ Cas still insists on doing his own hair for a good decade, he does NOT trust Luca with the bleach (for good reason), but he eventually lets Gabriel touch up the back for him

❤ After a few years Cas learns bass guitar so the three of them can jam together

❤ Luca collects socks with cute patterns and characters and stuff, but doesn’t wear half of them because of sensory issues.

❤ Cas has no such qualms, and will often steal Luca’s socks when he hasn’t got around to doing laundry. Please picture for a moment, if you will, Cas in his standard leather jacket and massive black boots, but secretly underneath all that, he’s wearing a teensy pair of baby blue socks with the Squirtle Squad on them.

Longer, ramblier domestic trio HCs!

✨ Gabriel gets a little particular and fussy about how certain things are done — like, he had been doing things on his own, in his own way for years now. It doesn’t especially matter to him whether certain condiments are left on the second or third shelf in the refrigerator, it’s just force of habit that they go at the top. Cas quickly realises he has an entire household of mundane objects he can use to wind Gabriel up by always leaving them in slightly the wrong place. Making the bed marginally wrong. Not quite drawing the curtains all the way. Leaving a drawer just a teensy bit open. It drives Gabriel mad… but all three of them know they are only bickering for the sake of bickering, and it never gets old. (In fact, they actually look forward to it)

✨ Speaking of kitchens — Gabriel still very much loves to cook, both for a love of cooking itself and the connection it gives him to his father, but he loves taking care of Cas and Luca too! Cas complains a lot that Gabe keeps serving them vegan food now and then, but he’s still the first one to ask when the next time they are having tortilla soup is. There are a bunch of recipes Gabriel’s dad and grandma used to make, and it thrills him to no end that they turn out to be some of Cas and Luca’s favourites out of all the meals he makes.

✨ After living together for a little while, the boys quickly found out that they were all really into the idea of DIY? Gabriel really likes finishing details of interior design, Luca did a lot of little carpentry projects with his grandda in his childhood/teens, and for Cas, getting stuck in to gardening and exterior work is deeply therapeutic, rewarding, and reminds him of his life in South Korea with his grandparents. The Adalhard family home very much turns into a big renovation project (that takes them like a decade to really “complete”, though there’s always little things to be done, a room to be painted here, a window frame to replace there. They start with the garden planter boxes in the front yard —Cas’s initiative— and this is probably something you’ll see in future Starlight chapters!)

Gabriel likes to ogle Cas when he’s out digging in the gardens shirtless in the sun. He brings him iced tea and sliced fruit and stuff, it’s a bit cute :)

...hey this door is still busted FIX MY DOOR NONNY 💖💖💖

#SICSIG #choices immortal desires #immortal desires #cas harlow #gabe adalhard #luca o'rinn

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thegrimreaper-probably · 2 years

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Okay so I made a poison Ivy thing x Bnha. This is a part two of that! Part one

Just a date with Toga and you. This is the fit shoes are the green color. Ofc don’t have to wear.

“Y/n I got a splitter!” I sigh and turn around to see Kaminari.

“Darling what happened this time?”

“Sero dared me to climb a tree and I did.”

“Mhm.” I hum and reach over to my vines as they hand me my first aid kit.

“Thank you babies.” I pat my stool for him to sit.

“On the count of three, okay?”

“Got it!”

“One, two.” I pull it out early and he whimpers.

“Want a sticker hun?” He nods and I hand my kit back to my vines. I hand him a box full of stickers and he picks one.

“Thanks y/n!”

“No problem, I’m going out tonight so I can’t help if you get hurt. Understand?”

“Yup, where you going?”

“I gotta get some food for Audrey the second. Call me if there’s an emergency.”

“Will do! Bye!” I wave as he leaves.

“Audrey be a good girl for mama. I’ll see you later tonight.” I kiss her head and leave. Of course I didn’t need food for my baby as I always have food for them.

I go into the plant store to grab my present for Toga. I go to the owner who loved me.

“Hello Mrs.Johnson, do you happen to still have my present?” She was similar to a grandma for me.

“Oh yes dear, this way. How’s the wife?” She joked as we walk to the back.

“She’s good as far as I know.”

“And you?” She turns around to face me.

“Couldn’t be better.”

“Lies! I’m not giving you the gift till you tell me the matter.”

“I love her, I really do. But I can’t show this pathetic world that. I hate hiding her but for my plan to work I need to do that.”

“Hmm, come sit.” We sit down.

“If this world is so pathetic why show them her?”

“I mean she’s my rose and I’m the thorns. I protect her from this world. It’s like a garden, I want to show of my Langsdorffia to the world.”

“Yes I understand but what if your plan just isn’t what you want?”

“I want my plan. With everything is dead on earth, except a few people. A chance for Mother Nature to start again. Behold, the dawn of a new age. My babies will overrun the globe, and I shall rule them.”

“I get it. You’ll just have to hurry up with your plan. Now before you’re late, here’s the present.” She hands it to me and we say our goodbyes. I leave to go see Toga.

“Hey Red!” She waves as I enter the abandon warehouse.

“Hello my Langsdorffia. How are you?” She runs go hug me and then see the gift.

“I’m good! Oooh you got me a gift? Is it a dead guy? New knife? Blood?!”

“Why not just open it and see?” I hand it to her, she rips it open and smiles.

“Awww! It’s a beautiful! Thank you!” She hugs me and try’s to stab me.

“What did I say about stabbing me? Darling my blood isn’t for eating, ever.” I hold her wrist and she pouts.

“But I just wanna a taste!”

“Do I need to take it back? Give it to someone else?”

“No!”

“I was going to let you kill some people but no I don’t think we should.”

“Really!”

“Yes but now we get to sit in here.”

“I’ll be good!”

“Hmm.” She reaches up and kisses my cheek and I laugh.

“Okay come on.” We go out and head to a bar. We always do, the drunk men never listen to a no.

“Hey baby! Want to come home with me?” A guy says to me. I wave to him slowly and walk to the ally.

“Got a good one man!” His friend says.

“She seem like a slut bet she’ll do both of us.”

“Yeah I’ll bang her with ya.” They both follow and don’t see me.

“Where’d the bitch go?” His friend ask.

“Right here. Just fixing my lipstick.” The main guy walks over to me and smiles down. I reach up and kiss him. He falls and cough up blood. He’s skin turn green with his veins turning a dark green.

“OH MY GOD WHAT DID-.” I have my vines wrap around him cutting him off.

“I love this game!” Toga smiles as the vines tighten.

“Can I kill this one?” She holds the knife out to the friend as he whimpers.

“Why baby?” I walk behind her and rest my head on her shoulder.

“He called Mother Nature a slut and a bitch! The queen doesn’t isn’t those names!” She glares at him.

“I love it when your angry, but I think we shouldn’t play with our food.” I say lowly.

“Your right, I’ll just stab him a few times!” She stabs him with my vines moving out of the way.

“Aww big boy can’t handle karma?” I laugh and look over him.

“I’ve killed many men who disregard the fundamental rights of all life. I poison them and they die, but there’s always another to take their place.”

“P-poison?” He asks with a stutter.

“Why you think your friend’s dying? Now I can save him but… it will cost you.”

“Please just let me go!”

“Guess he doesn’t care about his friend darling.”

“Well I guess he really does disregard all life!” She stabs him in the back this time and he groans.

“You know what that means?” He shakes his head as I bring him closer.

“We can disregard yours!” She stabs him till she’s a bloody mess and he’s dead. I have my vines pick up the friend and I kiss him. Then the vines pick up all of them and dump them in the trash.

“Won’t they find them?”

“Poison will melt them from the inside out.”

“I like your new lipstick!”

“Thank you honey, made from snake venom.”

“I love you!” She goes to hug me but I stop her.

“I don’t want to be bloody. Let’s clean up first then hugs.” We leave staying in the ally. She goes to the league’s new house to get dressed. I look at the time and I have to go. I make a red rose and leave. We had codes with different colors of flowers. Red meaning I love you. I walk to U.A.

“It’s past curfew l/n!” Iida says.

“Villain attacked had traffic.” He nods and goes to speak but I sh him with my finger and leave. I go into my dorms and Audrey faces towards me.

“Hey baby, hungry?” I grab the bag from my pocket. I grab my tongs and feed her some fingers from the men. I then clean up and head to bed.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #bnha quirks #bnha x y/n #mha #toga x reader #toga himiko #mha toga #bnha toga #posion ivy #part two #plant quirk #plants #poison ivy #poison ivy quirk

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rize-is-writing · 1 year

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If your still taking matchup request can I get a romantic one for genshin impact or bungo stray dogs? I would like to get both, but if you only want to do one then please do genshin impact! I’m a minor and don’t have a preference for female or male match. My pronouns are she/they.

Appearance wise I have brown hair??? I was blonde, but accidentally permanently dyed my hair black. It looks brown now that the blonde is growing in 🤔 I have blue eyes, and tend to wear glasses. My ears are pierced as well as my septum.

I am a Leo! I’m not a talkative person or a people person, but that changes once I get to know you. The closer you are to be the more mean I will be to you (as a joke ofc 🫶). I really do care for people, but honestly it’s quite hard to show it (hugs are the way to go fr). I’m a great listener and always listen to what my friends tell me. Even go out of my way to help them to the best of my ability. Since i’m naturally a quiet, antisocial person I don’t speak to people about my problems. If I ever were to speak to someone about it, it’s normally my closest friends. It’s probably obvious I don’t like social gatherings. I’m quite sensitive tbh 🧍‍♂️

I don’t think I have a lot of hobbies tbh. It normally just consist of the same things. I play video games a lot, the main game being genshin impact. If I’m not playing video games I watch anime, read manga, or…. sleep. Normally I wouldn’t watch TV or movies, but if I ever watch movies they are normally Studio Ghibli movies (Studio Ghibli supremacy 🧎‍♀️💪). When I’m not able to do any of that, or just don’t want to do any of that I listen to music. I like to space out and daydream when I listen to music. My last hobby is…….. theatre. Definitely doesn’t fit in with my personality. 🤝

This seems long, apologies for that. 🤧 Thank you though!

I found your match! Come to meet them, c'mon c'mon!

No worries for talking at first, Kenji definitely does all the work at first! In fact I think that among crowds or any kind of social gathering, he would back you up without hesitation at all. He's just like that, trying to protect you at any cost from feeling uncomfortable! For sure a sweet guy to be with I guess. Also very affectionate as well, probably would either be the one to start them or just wait for you to, but that would also be the thing he would do the most as well!

I don't see him having much of hobbies as well, being born and raised in rather rural place and doesn't have much knowledge about the city life or other things. But I'm sure he would be the kind of guy to bring you at the country side to relax together. Or watch studio Ghibli stuff together. I think he has a big studio Ghibli aesthetic on him, change my mind. So I think he would absolutely love them if you make him watch some!

A fellow theater kid, I feel like Yun-Jin's idea of dates is either bringing you around to watch some opera spectacles or just give you a ticket.

She is patient and kind, would definitely wait for you to be comfortable around her before starting anything, such as hugs and affection, definitely won't feel bothered by you "insulting" her jockingly, if that means that you are being closer together. Sure, wouldn't exactly retaliate but would be for sure endeared by the way you show her affection.

Once you begin to hug, I feel that Yun-Jin can become a force of nature on that! She is an affectionate person, and not afraid to show it. Ready to back you up as well when you feel nervous around people, either keeping you close or taking you away from the scene.

#genshin impact matchup #genshin matchups #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact yunjin #genshin yunjin #yunjin x reader #bungou stray dogs matchup #bsd matchup #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd kenji #kenji x reader #matchups

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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 2 years

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First Mistake

Here's the second pic I posted a teaser for a little while ago. And yes, I angst'd again. Big surprise, I know.

Pairing: Rickey Shane Page x OFC

Word count: 2,379

Content advisory : sexual content, language

“Guess what?”

The way Maggie’s eyes are sparkling, you know you definitely don’t want to hear what she has to say but then you’d be a pretty lousy friend. So you hold your breath in the hopes that it stops you from just going to pieces and give the obvious answer.

“What?”

She plunks down on the bench next to you and looks around, biting her lip. She’s so excited and you so want to feel excited for her but roughly 94% of you wants to throat punch her.

“Well,” she grins, satisfied that there aren’t any others lurking, “I finally sealed the deal with Rickey last night.”

Please just fucking kill me now.

“Wow,” you gasp, hoping that you sound more like you’re thrilled and not like you’re trying to hold back tears. “Way to go.”

“You want details?”

No, I do not want details. I want to stick my face in the toaster oven.

“Sure, of course,” you choke.

“Really? Because I get it, he’s your best friend, he’s like your brother or something. I don’t want to make you feel weird or anything.”

You could not possibly make me feel anything worse than I’m feeling right now.

“It was good?”

She just dissolves into a giddy fit and for the first time you notice a couple of little bruises on her neck. One time, as a joke, he’d nipped the side of your neck and even though it hadn’t really hurt or anything, it had left a mark just like that. Setting them up on a date was surely one of the worst ideas you’ve had and that is saying something.

You smile and nod like your head is on loose as she regales you with a litany of details. A litany. How can there be so fucking much to tell you? Didn’t she literally just say this happened last night? Is she telling you about it in real time? It doesn’t stop. Smile and nod, smile and nod, smile and nod.

He’s an amazing kisser. You knew that because on a couple of occasions you’d gotten drunk and kissed him as a joke. Yup, just a joke. Definitely not acting on some repressed desire you weren’t willing to admit to. And whenever you’d done it, he had kissed you back. Then he’d laughed at you. I mean, better you were kissing your best friend than some strange guy in a bar, which you’d been known to do occasionally. He’d had to come to your rescue a few times when men interpreted that more seriously than you meant it, and while it had never resulted in a fight- he was big enough to make them back off just by being there- it was undoubtedly easier to kiss you and have men assume he was your boyfriend to begin with.

Maggie goes on. Yeah, not just a great kisser, amazing with his mouth in general, which isn’t exactly surprising because the two of you have had plenty of very intimate conversations and you know he enjoys it, love the feeling of accomplishment when he can make a girl fall apart for him. Hell, you’ve even talked about what you liked in order to give him some pointers, should he need them. Lucky Maggie, benefitting from your work. She has chafe marks on her inner thighs from his beard that she’s worried will distract her during her match. You hope she sweats enough that they really start to sting.

Of course, he loves having a woman go down on him too, which she had been only too eager to do. You don’t need her to tell you this. Man likes having dick sucked. News at eleven. Besides, you’d heard the stories about his ex-girlfriend who was apparently amazing at it and would take any and every opportunity to do so, which is why he’d stayed with her even though she was batshit crazy. Bitch had thrown a roasting pan, one of those heavy ceramic deals, at your car when you’d come to help him pick up his stuff so that he could escape once and for all. The dent was still there, although he’d offered to pay for it a dozen times. Whatever. Makes your car less attractive to steal is what you said. The truth is that it’s like this weird little badge of honor. You had stepped up.

And you don’t need her to tell you about what it looks like because you’ve seen it. Going between shows, changing, showering, it just happens. Eventually you see each other naked. You’ve never seen him naked the way she’s describing, of course, not erect and longing and stroking himself as he prepared to bury himself… You cannot keep thinking this way. It has to stop.

It was a cruel trick the way that your brain decided to make you aware that your feelings about your super best friend forever Rickey Shane Page had evolved to something significantly more than friendly. You had been talking to Maggie at a show and she’d asked why the two of you hadn’t ever just gone for it.

“We’re not into each other,” you insisted. “We’re just friends.”

She shook her head. “I would go for that in a second.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. He’s completely adorable. The only reason I haven’t ever tried anything is because I figured you were into him.”

Sure, that made sense. Everyone assumed there was something going on between the two of you. No surprise there. It just hadn’t occurred to you that this was preventing Rickey from finding out that other women were attracted to him. He’d been going through a phase of feeling down on himself, feeling lonely, and you’d been trying to cheer him up but nothing seemed to work. What better way to cheer him up than to tell him that your gorgeous friend was sweet on him?

“What do you think of Maggie?” you asked, having gotten her permission to say something to him.

“What do I think of her?”

“Yeah. Like, do you think she’s attractive?”

He made a face at you like the question was pretty stupid, which it was.

“Fuck yeah, I think she’s hot. Who wouldn’t?”

The second he said that, you’d felt acutely uncomfortable.You’d reassured yourself that it was just because you hadn’t ever played matchmaker this way before.

“Why do you ask?”

“She likes you.”

His eyes widened. “She likes me? For real?”

“She was thinking of asking you out but…” You decided on the fly not to mention that you’d been the obstacle. “She wanted to know if you wanted to grab dinner after the show.”

“Hell yes, I want to grab dinner. I’ll grab whatever I can.”

He’d made that dumb joke and you’d instantly realized that you were in love with him, that you’d been in love with him for a long time. Looking back on it, your best move would have been to tell him right there, before things went any further, but you’d been struggling to process this revelation, so instead you’d told him that he should go talk to Maggie pronto, which he did. You had just needed a minute to collect your thoughts and decide what to do. But then you saw the two of them chatting and Maggie touched his arm in this totally innocent but also intimate way and you’d had to run to the bathroom to throw up.

What the hell did I do?

You’d held your breath practically ever since, hoping that things would just blow over but of course they didn’t. Maggie was stunning and she was really funny. Rickey was a great guy. He was the best guy. And of course they had lots to talk about. They both had things in common with you, so why wouldn’t they have things in common with each other.

And oh boy they were happy to tell you how very fucking thankful they were that you’d brought them together. You were the absolute most best amazing awesome friend ever, you were.

The infuriating thing is, of course, that you should have figured out earlier, much earlier, how you felt and you can’t figure out why you never did. All the times the two of you had cuddled while watching a movie or fallen asleep talking in bed, those drunken kisses, the glimpses of each other’s bodies, that time he grabbed you and hugged you from behind and his hands had accidentally slipped up under your shirt, or when you’d been crowded around a table at that taco place and he’d pulled you onto his lap to save space, then made fun of you because you were balancing on one foot like a flamingo to avoid putting your weight on him… All that had happened, had been happening for years and somehow the different parts of your brain hadn’t ever had the conversation they needed to.

How can she still be talking?

But she is. At least now we’ve moved on to the aftercare section of the program but, surprise surprise, this hurts more. He was just as affectionate, demonstrative, amorous… goddammit this woman is listing an entire thesaurus worth of words describing how great it felt to cuddle the man who’d just fucked her into another dimension and fall asleep next to him.

Yeah. You know that. You’ve fallen asleep with him plenty of times. You’ve fallen asleep in his arms with your face pressed close to his chest, the scent of him safe and calming and familiar, and it was wonderful every single time. You wish you’d told him. Hell, you wished you’d taken advantage of one of those hazy moments on the edge of sleep to let your hand wander along his body to see how he’d react.

“The whole time,” she sighs, “he just made me feel… loved.”

“Did he actually say that?”

You’re aware that you’ve asked that question way too quickly and way too loud but Maggie’s so stunned from having her head knocked into the headrest that it doesn’t seem to register.

“Oh no, of course not.” She laughs. “Lots of time for that.”

You choose to interpret that as faint hope, although it doesn’t exactly sound like you have reason to be optimistic.

Maggie hangs close all afternoon, continuing to share from the seemingly bottomless pit of details until it’s time for her match.

“Wish me luck,” she giggles, squeezing your hand.

You have got to be kidding.

The second she’s out from behind the curtain, you take off to find him. Maybe if you can have a halfway normal conversation for two minutes, you can convince yourself not to go jump off the roof.

You find him by himself, fretting over something on his phone, away from the rest of the gang. That’s fate, right? You’ve found him alone and isolated in a place where you can have a private conversation, which means that the gods are smiling on you.

“Oh hey.” He smiles as soon as you get close, the smile of someone who is still basking in the afterglow.

“Hi,” you squeak, barely able to make sound.

“I saw you talking to Maggie.” He’s full-on grinning now. “Did I get a good review?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, she… yeah, definitely very good.”

He blushes, something you’ve never seen him do.

“So… what did she say?”

“That she enjoyed… she said you were…” You’re hopeless. You were more articulate the time you got a concussion. The time Rickey took care of you and insisted you stay at his place for a couple of days so that someone would be able to keep an eye on you. He’d given you the most amazing neck rub.

“I have to say that she-”

“I can’t hear this!”

You blurt it out before you can even think of how you’re going to explain it because the one thing you know at this moment is that you’re going to literally explode if you have to hear another syllable about the great sex he was having with your hot friend last night.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, his face a mask of confusion.

“Yes.”

“With me? Did I do something?”

“Yes… I mean… no.”

He stares, waiting for you to clarify and you know exactly what it is you have to say but you just need to hang on to this moment a little longer, the last moment you’re going to have before you tell him you love him and things go to hell.

Your body knows what to do even if your mind can’t figure it out, so it’s like you’re in the passenger seat as you walk over and kiss him on the lips, the first time you’ve done this sober. At first he just doesn’t react but after a few seconds, he parts his lips a little and lets you press your tongue softly into his mouth before responding in kind, just like he did those times in bars. Of course, he doesn’t let it continue too long before he pulls back and looks at you with an expression you can’t read but instinctively know is not good.

At a loss for what to do, you try to kiss him again but he pulls away and gives you a little push.

“Don’t,” he mutters, rising to his feet.

“I am so sorry for-”

“Don’t,” he repeats, more firmly. He shakes his head like he’s trying to get rid of an annoying cobweb. “What the hell are you doing this for now?”

And you don’t have an answer for that, so you just look at him and hope that he can figure out everything that’s going on inside your boiling mind because you sure as hell can’t. He doesn’t move, doesn’t break eye contact, and inhales as if he’s about to speak when the first notes of his entrance music hit.

He shakes his head and marches out to the entrance. He doesn’t turn around, so he doesn’t see you following after him, or the expression on your face when Maggie runs up and gives him a last minute kiss on the cheek, something he accepts but doesn’t react to. Another second and he’s gone through the curtain. You’re on your own.

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