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viastro · 4 years

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kiss, kiss, fall in love! | kim mingyu

ミ★ synopsis: in which you and mingyu have been dating for a month but you still haven’t kissed.

ミ★ genre: humor, fluff, a hint of spice

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 1,964 words

ミ★ pairings: mingyu x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi! i haven’t been posting as much because i just started spring quarter and my classes have been giving a shit ton of work. you were beautiful WILL be starting soon, i should be finishing up the last parts in a week or two (hopefully) uh other than that, this is dedicated to @omgnctchina <3

You and Mingyu are literally the epitome of the best friends to lovers trope, not even kidding. You two met when you were a junior and he was a senior in high school. He was loved by almost everyone in your grade, as well as those in the grades below you. You didn’t pay much attention to him, your interest only began once your friend dragged you to one of his baseball games. You were always so confident that you weren’t gonna succumb to the mingyu loving agenda, but alas, you did indeed, fail.

Who could blame you though? Kim Mingyu is a 6’2”, kind, caring, and very handsome man.

You didn’t end up speaking to said handsome man until a couple months later. You were sitting in the janitor’s closet, yes you read that right, and you were chilling there reading a book. You and the janitor had a good relationship because you always told her “thank you for your hard work!” and always picked up after yourself. She let you spend time in the janitor’s closet when you needed time to yourself, so now here you were. Spending your free period in the janitor's closet reading the Hunger Games trilogy for the nth time.

You heard the doorknob jiggle, glancing over to greet your janitor friend, only to see the reincarnation of Apollo himself, Kim Mingyu. He was holding his journal in one hand and his lunch bag in another, and you both just stared at each other with mirrored shocked expressions.

[when worlds collide]

“Uh… hi.” You finally say, breaking the silence between the two of you. Mingyu lets out a small, shy smile. “Hey.”

“So uh, why are you coming into the janitor’s closet?” You ask, marking your place in your book before closing it, giving him your full undivided attention. He snorts, letting the door close as he places his stuff down on the organizer.

“Why are you already in the janitor’s closet?” He asks instead, and you grin.

“Touché.”

And with that, a beautiful friendship formed between the two of you in the janitor’s closet during study hall. You both became practically inseparable, becoming best friends was easy. You were comfortable with each other right away, feeling like you’ve been friends for years. Everyone was either envious or happy for you, sometimes the envious ones wanted to throw you away. There was truly no in between.

You and Mingyu officially started dating in your first year of university, he was going on his second year already. Mingyu claims to have fallen for you first, he doesn’t count the time you finally took interest in him after witnessing him play at the baseball game. You argue that it’s not fair for him to not count it because that was literally the beginning, but then he pouts at you and you let it go.

It’s been a month since you both called it official, and all of your guys’ friends knew the day would come.

“There’s just NO way you guys wouldn’t have ended up together.”

“Okay but like-”

“No yn! There’s no buts. Not when Mingyu would stare at you with literal heart eyes whenever you entered the room. I swear to God, I wanted to throw myself away sometimes because of how long it took you both to confess.”

“...”

“Yeah. That’s right. Yall had fucking heart boners for each other.”

The month has been nothing but bliss. Nothing much changed in your dynamic other than the fact that you guys hold hands, cuddle, and spend the night at each other's places now. There are those that are jealous of what you two have, read: hoshi, and those that wanna throw up because of how lovey dovey you both are towards each other, read: the whole friend group.

However, Mingyu still hasn’t kissed you. You’re not necessarily complaining, but it’s been a month and his lips are very tempting! Can anyone really blame you? You literally have the epitome of the best man ever and you can’t kiss him. There have been moments where it looked like he was close to finally kissing you, but then he moves to press his lips to your cheek or your forehead. You don’t want to push him though, because if he hasn’t made a move to kiss you thus far that means he’s not ready. Therefore, you will happily wait until Mingyu is ready.

but internally punch the air.

“Okay. I think I’m gonna kiss her today. I’m gonna DO IT.” Mingyu exclaims, slamming his fist down on the table for emphasis. Minghao looks at him with a bored expression on his face, having been through this conversation ten times in the past month already.

“Yup… nice one.” Minghao mutters, giving him a sarcastic smile as he takes a sip of tea.

“Hao!” Mingyu whines, making Minghao let out a little chuckle. “Okay, okay. It’s just that we’ve had this conversation at least fifteen times in the span of a few weeks Mingyu.”

“...really?”

“Yes…”

“Damn…”

Mingyu rests his head on the palm of his hand, pouting for a moment. Minghao reaches out and pats his hair, ruffling it in an attempt to calm him down. “I just. I always muster up the courage to kiss her, right? And then I look into her eyes, and I fucking chicken out and move to kiss her cheek instead.”

“What are you scared of Gyu?” Mingyu shrugs in response. He takes a sip of his coffee, looking out his apartment window.

“For some reason, I’m scared that she doesn’t want to kiss me. I feel like I’m a bad kisser.” He explains and Minghao lets out a laugh.

“Absolutely not. You being handsome and nice isn’t the only reason all those people in highschool had a crush on you, ya know?” Minghao retorts, making Mingyu look down with a blush.

“You’ll be fine. I have a bffie date with Joshua in an hour, so I have to head out now.” Minghao announces, standing up from the couch and patting Mingyu on the back.

“Have fun Hao, thanks for letting me vent my problems out to you.” Minghao gives Mingyu a smile before he closes the door.

Mingyu chugs the rest of his coffee, letting out a small burp when he’s done. He places the mug onto the table, looking over at his phone, which has a polaroid of the two of you on the back.

“I can do this.”

Oh my god I can’t do this. Mingyu thinks to himself as he glances over at you dancing as you create your own pasta for the very first time.

You have a headband on to ensure that no hair lands into the pasta dough. You’re slowly swaying your hips as you knead the dough with delicate hands, Mingyu cocks his head to the side once he realizes you’re kneading to the beat of the song. You let go of the dough to hit the woah and Mingyu chuckles at you.

“What?” You giggle, turning around to glance at your boyfriend. He’s on the other side of the kitchen, working on the marinara sauce.

“I can’t believe you just hit the woah to a keshi song.” Mingyu teases and you roll your eyes.

“You can hit the woah to any song if you put your heart into it.”

“... what.”

“I said what I said!” You state with finality, giving Mingyu a sly grin. He steps over to you, placing his hands on your hips and spinning you around to face him.

“What?” You ask, locking eyes with Mingyu. It’s only then that you realize the close proximity between your lips. You let out a small gasp, feeling your heart swell with excitement that this! This might be it!!

I’m gonna fucking do it! Mingyu screams internally as he stares into the eyes that hold the whole galaxy. He takes notice of your tongue that peeks out to swipe at your lips, and he clenches his fist.

“You,” Mingyu presses a kiss to your nose. “Are silly.” He says, before stepping back and giving you a small, pained smile.

I didn’t fucking do it!! Mingyu screams to himself, getting ready to punch the air. You’re clearly taken aback, staring at him with wide eyes as the warmth disappears once he steps back. Mingyu gets ready to turn around and you reach out and grasp his wrist.

“I am not going to get fucking blueballed for the ten millionth time Kim Mingyu.” You practically seethe, making Mingyu’s mouth drop open.

“I-I uh, I d-didn’t, wait. Blueballed??!!”

“Come here.” You mutter, pulling him close so that his arms automatically wrap around your waist. He lets out a small breath of air as his chest hits yours, your hand reaching around and resting on the back of his neck. Standing on your tiptoes, you close your eyes and softly press your lips onto his.

Now by any means, you didn’t feel fireworks explode within you like the fanfictions claimed back in the day. Instead it was a small tingle in your stomach, similar to the feeling of riding a rollercoaster and the downhill part is about to occur, but much milder and more pleasant. As soon as your lips connected, Mingyu attempted to pull you even closer, causing you to let out a little giggle. His lips are as soft as you expected, tasting like mint from the peppermint chapstick he uses.

You pull away after a minute because your calves are fucking dying from staying on your tiptoes, and Mingyu tries to chase after your lips, causing you to laugh. You stand up on your tiptoes real quick to press a small peck on his lips. You take notice of how pink Mingyu’s lips are now, and it makes you want to kiss him again, but you must focus.

“I should’ve done that sooner.” Mingyu states with a look of absolute awe on his face, making you chuckle at his antics. His eyes are glazed over as he glances down at your lips and back into your eyes.

“So why didn’t you, you weenie. It was like you were teasing me all those times before!” You exclaim, reaching out and pinching his waist, causing him to squeak and jump back.

“I’m sorry! I just… got shy…” Mingyu mumbles and you grin.

“You sure didn’t seem shy when we were kissing.” You fake a yawn to exaggerate your point, and he glances up at you with a glint in his eye.

“Oh yeah?”

Mingyu places his hands under your arms, lifting you up and moving to the opposite counter and setting you on it so that you’re now at eye level with him. You feel warmth flood your cheeks, the cocky demeanor now being replaced with timidness. He gives you a smile, flashing his pearly whites.

“Confident now are we?” You ask, cocking your head to the side. Mingyu places both his hands on either side of your legs, staring into your eyes for a moment.

“Shy now, aren’t we? My cute baby.” Mingyu coos, squeezing your cheek and you slap his hand away.

“Are you gonna kiss me or what?” You mutter impatiently, and Mingyu laughs.

“You know, actually…” You prepare yourself for what he’s about to say next, but you genuinely were absolutely not expecting this.

Mingyu takes a step back, turning his knees inwards, and points his two fingers towards each other, mimicking the shy anime girl stance. You gape at him, and he gives you those stupidly cute puppy dog eyes.

“Am shy yn-chan.” He says in a high pitched voice.

“Oh my fucking god.”

“Can’t believe I’m gonna kiss yn-senpai!”

“I’m leaving.”

“Omo, yn-chan!”

“GoODBYE!”

Mingyu ends up chasing after you once you reach your bedroom door, pulling you back into a scorching kiss that leaves you both absolutely breathless, don’t worry.

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blackhakumen · 3 years

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Mini Fanfic #659: Trucy and Wocky (Ace Attorney)

8:45 p.m. at Ema and Klavier's Apartment.....

Ema: Soooooooooooooo.........(Turns to Wocky with a Evil Like Smirk on her Face) You and Trucy, huh?~

Wocky: (Already Terrified by Ema's Smirk) We're really going there, are we?

Klavier: (Shrugs While having a Sheepish Smile on his Face) Well, considering how very intrigued Ema is on the topic, I'm afraid we must, Wocky my friend.

Ema: Start talking, boi!

Wocky: (Facepalms Himself While Sighing)........

Meanwhile at Wright Anything Agency (Phoenix and Trucy's Apartment).......

Apollo: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) So..........You and Wocky!?

Trucy: (Pouts at Apollo While Cuddling with Him and Athena Under a Blanket) Polly! I thought I told you not to relax!!

Apollo: ('Sigh') I know. It's just....This whole news is still pretty new to me, you know? I can't helped but to be surprised by it.

Athena: And we totally get where you're coming from in all of this, 'hon. Trust me, I was pretty surprised myself once she first told me. (Place her Head on Apollo's Shoulder on her Side) But you really shouldn't let yourself get stressed out about this. Especially on your first day back home.

Apollo: ('Sigh') Yeah. (Kiss the top of Athena's Head) You're right, tiger. (Turns to Trucy) Sorry, Truce. I'll try relaxing more for your sake.

Trucy: (Smiles Brightly While Snuggling onto Apollo on her Side) Thank you. It makes me very happy to hear you say that.

Apollo: No problem. So.....do you still want to tell me how you and Wocky got together or.....

Trucy: Of course! It all started a year and a half ago: The Wright Anything Agency was as busy and successful as ever annnnnnnd I was still sad and gloomy at the fact that you were gone.

Apollo: You missed me that much, huh?

Trucy: (Pouts at Apollo While Pulling his Collar) Every. Single. DAY!!!......(Smiles Brightly Again Before Letting Go of Apollo's Collar, Much to his Terrified Expression) So, one day, I went to Mr. Eldon's Noodle Shop, hoping to eat my sadness away....('Sighs Dreamingly') And that's when I saw Wocky-Kins coming in there to check up on me~

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Ema: So you went to Eldon's Noddle Shop to eat, only to find Trucy in there, crying, which made you decided to talk to her?

Wocky: Yeah. I had a feeling that she was still pretty down about 'Pollo being gone to Khura'in for awhile, so I thought I would try cheering her up. We talked and laughed for almost two and half hours before we started to call it a day. But.....(Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth While Blushing a Little) Before I even started leaving, I......realized that I like having her as company. So.....I asked for her phone number.

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Apollo: He really did all of that?

Trucy: Well, it's more like he blurted out that he wanted my phone number if anything. (Giggles Softly) But he was so adorable when he got himself flustered like that~ Who am I to decline a sweet request? So I gave him my number in exchange for his and went on my merry way home. And....It actually made me happy.

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Wocky: So after that, we started texting, calling each other up on ours phone, and eventually started hanging out a lot more often than we ever did before. And they were all pretty fun, at least in my eyes. Then, a few days later, I.... realized that I had feelings for her. So I literally dash my way up to her and Mr. Wright's apartment to tell her, but when I did........

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Trucy: I immediately blurted out that I had feelings for him too!~ Then after that, we made it our newly found relationship official by hugging each other, and I brought him into the office to watch a movie and stay the night together, under each other's arms~

Athena: (Raised an Eyebrow at Trucy) Annnnnnnd?

Trucy: (Sighs Before Blushing Bashfully) And....this was the day when daddy was off during his usual trial...

Apollo: (Eyes Widened in Surprised) Seriously?

Athena: (Begins to Smirk Playfully) Yeeeeup~ She was literally gushing all about it when we told me about it on the phone.

Trucy: It's true.........

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Ema: (Gives Wocky an Evil Smirk on her Face Once More) Real bold of you to spend the night with Trucy, in her home, while her daddy was away~

Klavier: (Chuckles Lightly) I know~ It was so surprising once he told me about it on the phone.

Wocky: (Glares at the Couple While Blushing Madly) Hey!! I didn't know the guy was out of town that day! And besides, I only stayed there for one day before I went back home.

Ema: Okay. But how does it feel spending the night with her during that time?~

Wocky: (Blush Turns Bright Red Before Sighing in Defeat) It was amazing.......

Ema: Thought so. (Smiles Softly) Still, I'm happy for you, Wocky.

Wocky: You're not just sayin' that to mess with me, are you?

Ema: Relax. My teasing session of you is over. I'm honestly really glad that you and Trucy got together during those times.

Wocky: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks! I'm pretty glad and happy about it myself. (Frowns a Little While Looking Away) I just hope I don't mess it up like I did with Alita....

Klavier: (Puts on a Reassuring Smile on his Face) Wocky, my friend, we talked about this. Everything that happened between you two wasn't your fault.

Ema: Fop's right. The two-timing hoe wasn't even good enough for you to begin with.

Wocky: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah. You're right. Still worried though.

Ema: (Place her Hand on Wocky Shoulder) Listen, Wocky, if you ever need any advice on this whole relationship deal, don't be afraid to ask the both of us here, okay?

Wocky: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprised) You guys would really do all of that for me?

Klavier: (Smiles Brightly) Why, of course. We are friends after all.

Ema: (Smiles Brightly) Exactly. Plus, you're practically the kid brother of our group. We always got your back.

Wocky: (Slowly Begins to Smiles Softly and Sincerely) Thanks, guys.

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Apollo: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) Alright. It's settled.

Athena: Hm?

Trucy: What's settled, Polly?

Apollo: You and Wocky's relationship...........(Smiles Softly) I approved.

Trucy: ('GASPS') Really!?

Apollo: (Happily Nodded) Yeah. I mean, from what everything you said, it was pretty nice and considerate of Wocky to do all of that for you . Plus, I'd be a lousy brother and friend if I try separating you two from one another. So yeah, If you guys are dating, that's good enough for me.

Trucy: Eeeeeee!~ (Hugs Apollo Very Lovingly) Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much, Polly!~ You have no idea how happy this makes me!!~ (Gives Apollo a Big Kiss on One Side of the Cheek)

Athena: (Happily Hugs Apollo as Well) Oooh~ I'm so proud of you, 'Pollo~ You really are good big brother~ (Lovingly Kiss the Other Side of Apollo's Cheek) ('Mmmwaaah')

Apollo: (Chuckles Lightly While Blushing) Hey. I'm just doing my best being a good one here. B-But I still wanna see Wocky tommorow! About your relationship and all.

Trucy: Okay, but please don't try to scare him too much, okay? Daddy, Momma Maya, and Pearly has done that already.

Apollo: (Chuckles Lightly) Really now? Who do think was scarier?

Trucy: It's....kind of hard to choose really. Daddy uses his scary "My Daughter is Dating a Boy" kind of voice to scare him straight, then after that, Momma Maya puts on dark, twisted smile on her face, followed by Pearly threatening to slap him across the face multiple time, and then there's Athena....

Athena: (Smiles Proudly) I told him I would break his legs if he hurts our little princess.

Apollo: (Gives His Girlfriend a Deadpinned Look on his Face) You seriously told him all of that?

Athena: Of course I did. I mean...('Sigh') Look, I know he's a good guy and everything, but I just wanted to set a good example here. (Smiles Brightly) As a big sister!

Trucy: (Gives Athena a Deadpinned Look on her Face as Well) You mean by threatening my boyfriend that you're gonna break his legs?

Athena: Hey. At least I wasn't as bad as your dad and Pearls.

Trucy: (Pouts at Athena) Doesn't make you any less better!

Athena: (Glares Back at Trucy) Yeah? W-Well......S-Shut your cute face up!

Trucy: Cute? ('Tch') Please! I'm adorable!

Athena: Yeah. Adorably obnoxious.....

Trucy: Was that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?

Athena: Hell if I know!

Apollo: ('Sigh') Yep. I definitely missed you guys alright.

Athena: (Went Back to Hugging Apollo on her Side) We missed you too, Polly!~

Trucy: (Went Back to Hugging Apollo on her Side as Well) Never leave us again, okay!?~

Apollo: (Chuckles Lightly) Relax, girls. (Hugs Both of his Girls Together) I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Promise.

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naerysthelonesome · 3 years

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Time spent together

Part 6:

The narrator returns

Apollo and Lit are very, very close to Artemis’ place now. Apollo looks splotchy and nervous. I don’t like it. Clashes too much with his outfit. Lit, on the other hand looks cool and calm. That’s weird. Probably a façade.

Apollo finally makes a turn, and pulls into a driveway in this really nice neighborhood. I’d consider living here, if I could… live, you know? He parks the car and just sits there, like an idiot. I’m sure Lit notices because he punches Apollo lightly in the arm, and steps out. Apollo follows soon after, and Lit moves to the backseat to get his bag, but the former flaps at his arms in impatience. Boi does he not look the epitome of grace today.

Lit shoots him a look, and shoulders his bag anyway.

They both make their way to the front door of the pretty, baby blue house. It looks quaint, and cozy, and not really someplace I’d imagine Apollo’s cool sister Artemis living, but maybe she’s into the whole cottagecore thing. I wouldn’t know. I’m supposed to keep focused on Apollo and Lit.

Speaking of, Apollo is trying to look collected and nonchalant as he knocks on the door, but it’s (incredibly) clear that he isn’t. Lit inches just a little bit closer, trying to offer his support, but of course Apollo doesn’t notice. At least not at first. Then Lit’s hand brushes against his own, and, I kid you not, his eyes spark. His breath hitches in his chest, and he goes completely still. Simp.

The door bangs open to reveal a silver woman. No seriously, she’s silvery all over. Her hair and eyebrows have been dyed a most mesmerizing silvery-white, her skin glows in places (silver highlighter methinks), and all the delicate silver jewelry over the lacy, dark green tank top and gray shorts makes her look ethereal and fairylike. DAMN she is really taking the Artemis thing seriously.

“Big brother!”

“We’re twins, and you’re unoriginal”, Apollo says resignedly. Like he’s had this exact conversation before. He probably has. Artemis simply smiles.

“Aw don’t be like that!”

She turns toward Lit, who’s been standing there awkwardly, and offers him her hand. Palm facing down, snowy white fingers curled, like she expects him to kiss it.

Lit looks like he’s visibly restraining himself from turning to Apollo in bewilderment.

“Aren’t you going to take my hand?” Artemis asks, with a fake pout.

Lit reaches out and takes it, completely unsure of what to do next. He just holds it like it’s an unwanted bug someone’s placed in his hand.

“Must all your dates be so rude, Apollo?” Artemis questions, with a huff.

“Must you always act like a twat that doesn’t know what century it is, Artemis?” he replies, turning to Lit. “She’s just playing with you”.

Artemis laughs, and walks away. It’s a normal laugh, no tinkling wind chimes, or tumbling rivers. I don’t even know if that’s humanly possible. Stephanie must have been on something.

“Something tells me it’s best if I play along”, Lit says, following Apollo through the door.

“Definitely. Oh, and leave your shoes here.”

Two of the girls Artemis lives with are insanely pretty. (But then, all humans look insanely pretty to me… oh to have a physical form). And they look like polar opposites. The bigger one is wearing a flowy summer dress that perfectly complements her wheatish skin, her pink and brown hair in a neatly curled high pony, winged eyeliner on point. The other one has her orange-red hair hanging about her face, some of it still fixed in the messiest messy bun I’ve ever seen. She stays seated on the sofa, in her dull grey sweats, and simply turns to wave at the boys when they walk in, eyes still on the tv.

“Hi! I’m Arson”, says they pink-haired one, “And that’s Claire. She’s normally the active one, but it’s shark week so she’ll just lie there like that all day, useless”. She (they?) swiftly catches they pillow that’s been chucked at them, and grins. “Oh and Thalia’ll be out in a sec”.

“Your name’s Arson?” Lit asks, politely trying not to sound shocked or confused.

“Heh yeah. Of all the non-binary names someone like me could have picked, right?” They say, with a short laugh. “It was a close call between this, and Twig.”

“Her pronouns are she and they, btw”, Apollo says walking up from where he’d been talking to his sister, to envelop Arson in a hug, “Hey Ari!”

“Ah jeez. The hugging still isn’t over?” A raven haired girl says, walking into the now slightly crowded living room. “Well I’m Thalia. Do no touch me”. That last part was spit at Apollo. Her tone is menacing, but her little smirk shows otherwise.

“Hey Thalia”, Apollo says, reaching over to pat the red-head, Claire, on the shoulder, and ruffle her already ruffled hair. Please somebody comb it already!

“This is Lit, Apollo’s newest fling”, Artemis says, gesturing to the boy who looks like he can’t decide whether he wants to live here, or run away. He gives the room a shy smile. (Aww)

“Great! Now that we all know each other,” Get out of Pridelands? Sorry sorry. Just couldn’t miss out the opportunity to quote Lion King: Simba’s Pride. Artemis simply continues on with something about lunch and rotisserie chicken.

It’s been quite an uneventful couple hours, but oh, how could that possibly last? In a room full of people, half with names with mythological roots, and the one named after a crime? There’s bound to be some drama. No, calm down, there isn’t going to be a fire. Unless it’s Lit’s heart flaming for Apollo, or vice versa. ANYWAY I’m going way off script.

“So Lit, how’d you guys meet?” Claire asks around a mouthful of veggies, feet nestled comfortably on Arson’s lap. I’m starting to think they might be more than friends, but what do I know?

“Oh we had to do a project together. Obviously, we’d seen each other around before then, but yeah… that’s the first time we really interacted”, Lit answered, awkwardly trailing off at end, as if he thought he’d said to much. Seriously Lit? That was barely anything.

“And how long ago was that?” Arson asked.

“Uh-”

“About a month ago”, Apollo supplied, lacing his fingers through Lit’s, their hands clearly visible from the sofa they were seated on.

Lit’s adam’s apple bobbed, and he shifted slightly in his seat, but managed to keep calm, even lifting their conjoined hands into his lap.

“Huh. How long have you guys been together, then?” Thalia asked, staring to look interested.

“A couple weeks.” Apollo’s voice was calm, at startling odds with the red of his face.

“Oh?” Artemis said finally, her eyes moving from their linked hands, to Apollo’s face. “You move awfully fast brother.”

“Well, we both wanted it”, Lit tried to cut in. The sudden tension between the twins is so thick, even oblivious Lit notices.

Artemis ignores him and continues, “Don’t you remember what happened last time you moved this quickly?”

“Artemis, please”, Apollo says, starting to sound irritated, “You wanted me to stop fucking around, and I did. You seem to have a problem with everything I do.”

“Oh is that why you’re dating him? Because of me?” Oh shit… we’re getting awfully close to the truth now, huh?

“No. No, of course not”, Apollo lies quietly. Lit manages to discreetly untangle their fingers and pull away, looking a little hurt. “I like Lit”. So not all lies then? If only Lit knew that, then he’d stop looking like a kicked puppy.

“Just make sure he isn’t another Daphne”, Artemis says, a challenging look in her eyes.

“That was a mistake and you know it! When are you going to stop bringing it up?” Apollo spits angrily, before he gets up and walks out the front door.

Lit sits there in shock for a second, before deciding that an angry Apollo was easier to deal with that a room full of upset and curious people, and follows behind him. Damnit! I wanted to stay behind and listen to the gossip. Would you mind terribly if I did that?

Yea, I suppose you would.

Lit is leaning against the wall of the house, hands in his pockets, while Apollo leans over the porch railing, and stares at his car.

“So who’s Daphne?”

Apollo sighs in defeat, before saying, “My ex. One of my only two exes”. Then he turns around before almost hastily adding, “Exes being people I’ve actually dated, that is. Not just people I’ve slept with”.

“Of course. Of course you still care about your reputation as a fuckboy”, Lit says, sounding disappointed more than anything else. Look, I’m a sucker for drama, but what the hell is this?! I don’t like this.

“What? No”. Apollo sounds... scared? “No I’m just trying to be as clear as possible.”

Lit doesn’t say anything.

“Besides, why are you even mad? It’s not like we’re actually dating”.

“No.” Lit whispers, “We’re not”.

“Hey”, Apollo pleads, “I can’t handle you being mad at me too, Lit. I’m sorry you got dragged into this shit”.

Lit waves the apology away. “Why is Artemis so mad about Daphne?” If I were even a little less intuitive, I would’ve missed the hopeful tone of that question.

“Oh. Um- Daphne was one of Artemis’ best friends. That’s how we got close in the first place. Sometime last year, we started seeing each other, and eventually became official. We’d moved really quickly, and honestly didn’t have much in common except Artemis” And divinely good looks, if Apollo’s many flings are anything to go by. “But everything went great, nonetheless. Better than great, even. I started to think I loved her. Until it didn’t. Around the three month mark, things started to go sour. We’d disagree about pretty much everything, and we’d fight and argue all the time. Then it started to get monotonous and boring and we were just going through the motions. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I broke up with her, and…” That’s the one place he hesitates. “Left. I just left for college, and Artemis had to deal with Daphne, who apparently took it hard. I didn’t speak to her at all until just a few months ago.

We’re okay now, by the way. She says that I’m a better friend that boyfriend, and I can’t say I disagree. Lucky for you that we’re just faking it, right?” I notice the slight hitch in his voice, but Lit apparently doesn’t. He lets out a dry chuckle. “Artemis, on the other hand, is still obviously pissed. I don’t blame her. She said that Daphne only dated me at all because I seduced her. At first, I thought that was ridiculous, but if all the hoes on campus are anything to go by, it seems that was entirely possible”, he finishes bitterly. Well... that was quite a speech.

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or exasperated by your unwavering level of self-confidence”, Lit says tiredly, after a brief pause. “Well that wasn’t as bad as I expected”.

“Yea, Artemis has been known to overreact”.

“I think her reaction was warranted”. Lit himself looks surprised at having defended Artemis.

“Maybe it was”, Apollo amends, eager to get back on Lit’s good side, I suppose. “You’re not still mad, are you?”

“I’m not mad at you, no” comes the curt reply, suggesting that he is still mad at something. This whole situation, probably. This trip was supposed to be romantic for God’s sake!

“Good, because we have a little party to attend this evening”.

#don't really know where i was going with this one tbh #litpollo #litpollo fanfiction #lityerses #apollo #toa apollo #trials of apollo #modern day au #riordanverse #angst #eh kinda

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leverage-ot3 · 4 years

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notable moments from The Two Live Crew Job

leverage 2.07

Sophie: I love the symbolists.

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🥰 I love when the ot3 are together in one frame 🥰

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the dogs playing poker painting tho

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Eliot: Any sudden movement's gonna cause displacement of the water. It'll set it off.

Parker: Is that C-4?

Sophie: Oh!

(Nate grabs Parker’s hand before she can touch the vase)

Sophie: Parker... please don't poke at the motion-sensitive bomb.

Nate: So, uh... secret admirer?

Sophie: Well, it's no secret they want me dead.

Hardison: What do you think, man?

Eliot: I'd have to reach into the vase to disarm it. It'd go off.

eliot’s lips quivered when he said that bc he’s so nervous for her im-

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Parker: Do you have any instant pudding?

(everyone looks at Parker in surprise. Cut to Parker pouring pudding into the vase)

Parker: The powder hardens the liquid, tricks the bomb into thinking it's not moving.

Eliot: Should give you a little wiggle room. Very little

MASTERMIND PARKER

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(mourners are gathered around a casket with a line of black cars parked nearby. An open casket shows Sophie lying inside. Eliot is standing at a podium)

Eliot: She had a way of taking care of people, you know? She was a sister... she was best friend, all rolled into one. I'm gonna miss you, Soph-- So-O-O-O-O much, Katherine.

(Eliot leaves the podium. Hardison stands to let Parker walk by and she approaches the podium. Nate stands at the back of the crowd, Eliot joins him)

Parker: Katherine and I have known each other forever. Almost two years. Yeah, I know that probably doesn't sound like a lot to you, but it is to me. I never really had many friends. Which is why losing her is so hard. (sighs) It's so creepy. I mean, she's really dead. I was just talking to her and now she's just laying there. She was just laying there.

(Nate coughs and Hardison gets up to go to Parker)

Parker: Can you hear me?

Hardison: Parker. I'm -- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, y'all. What – What she really means is just, um, Katherine was like family. And sometimes, friends are all the family that you have. So... you -- you good? Come on. Just – let -- just keep going. You got all hysterical and emotional

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btw there is at least one door from behind the briefing monitors which means they have at least one extra room (most likely more) from the adjacent apartment eliot knocked the wall down from

they have guest rooms or something back there for if anyone needs a place to crash

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Sophie: We used to work together. We did the Copenhagen job in '97, the Berlin Polytech job in '98, and, Nate, remember – Remember that great run in Moscow?

Nate: "That great run"? I chased you for three months.

Sophie: Well, uh, technically, y-you chased us. Sorry.

Hardison: Are you saying that you saw other teams before us?

Parker: Really just another Nate before Nate.

Eliot: Let me ask you a question -- what bugs you more, is it the fact that he was with Sophie first or that he outsmarted you?

Nate: Moving on

eliot puts his arms over the couch and behind parker and I’ll take it + them grinning at each other seeing nate’s discomfort

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mikel is wearing flannel in this one and you can now take bisexual mikel from my cold, dead hands

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Sophie: Wrong place, wrong time. Starke must have seen me, and now that I’m one of the good guys, decided to get rid of me, because...why? Because... Because I know his scams. Because... I know his favorite scam.

[Warehouse]

(Stark’s team is sitting on crates looking at monitors as he goes over the job)

Starke: Cafe and a moonlit terrace.

Sophie (voice over): The Mona Lisa variant.

[Briefing Area]

Parker: Oo! (claps) That was the first one I learned!

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(Hardison is drinking orange soda and working on a computer as Sophie watches)

Sophie: I'm not dead. I'm right here, Parker. So, this is, um, it's what you do, right? You take footage of us on cons and you -- you -- you -- download it into that?

Hardison: Yeah, I analyze it, I monitor comms, I scan for a police frequencies, I -- You had no idea I do all this, did you? Well – d-does nobody respect the van? The van is important. What -- What is that?

Sophie: It's lemon-Zest tea. I got to tell you, it's -- It's a little bit -- It's a little bit whiffy in here.

Hardison: It smells like hard work. That's what it smells like. D-- Whiffy

sophie has no idea what hardison does and does not like the van smell. hardison is ready to go off

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Sophie: That was some nice things you said at my funeral.

Hardison: Wait. We -- We trust Nate to make sure the plan works. We trust you to make sure we’re all okay.

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Starke: Word is on the street that you run the nastiest crew this side of the Atlantic.

Nate: Well… what?

Starke: Come on. Everybody knows. You robbed a bank and you -- you framed a judge. You rigged a jury to steal a million-Dollar settlement. I hear that you even conned the Irish mob out of a couple of million dollars just this year. Now, that's style.

Nate: That's one way of looking at it.

Sophie: Listen, Nate, if you tell him the truth about us, we're blown

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Hardison: I know this style. This is Chaos.

(computer screen flashes signal found. Hardison grabs his keyboard and heads for the back door of the van)

[Parking Lot]

(Hardison exits his van and a little ways down the parking lot, Chaos exits his van with a laptop in his hands. They square off like an old west gun fight)

Hardison: Chaos. I heard you were in jail. Guess I was wrong.

Chaos: Hardison. I heard you sucked. Guess I was right.

(they eye each other across the lot, their fingers twitching. Abruptly they raise their keyboard and laptop and begin typing while car alarms start going off)

this wild wild west showdown tho

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Nate: Okay, now, we know Starke. This guy goes by the name Apollo. I've chased him a couple of times -- infiltration, physical security.

Parker: People in that line of high-risk work tend to be very unstable. We could use that. Write that down.

(the rest of the team exchange glances)

🥰 she’s sitting next to eliot with popcorn between them 🥰

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Hardison: Now, this person here's ex-Mossad, sealed records. Mikel Dayan used to work both sides as a mercenary.

Eliot: Mikel Dayan. I know that name.

Hardison: You were scared to fight a girl.

Eliot: She'd mop the floor with you, Hardison.

Hardison: I don't care.

Eliot: Seriously. She actually killed a guy once with a mop. It's a funny story, actually. (starts gesturing time parker) She broke the mop and took --

Hardison: Eliot. Eliot. (turns back to monitors) Now, this here's Colin Mason, otherwise known by his hacker handle as "Chaos." As... whatever. Hacked the pentagon, the NSA. The CIA computer guys call him the Kobayashi Maru.

Eliot: What the hell is that?

Hardison: None of y'all got that? Seriously?

Parker: Star Trek.

Hardison: Thank you

parker’s reluctant fistbumb I love them + it’s officially canon that she’s seen at least some of the movies

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Nate: I tried to say to her I’m sorry, you know, and I don't –

Security: Because, as men, we're taught to hide our emotions. You share or you pay the price.

Nate: Yeah

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Mikel: You wouldn't hit a girl, would you?

(Eliot walks forward, taking off his jacket and hanging it on some pipe)

Eliot (in Hebrew): Not unless she hits me first.

(they approach each other and begin to fight, blocking each other until Mikel hits Eliot in the chest, knocking him back. He touches where her blow hit.)

Eliot (in Hebrew): That counts

let me just say I LOVE that they had a woman hitter

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Starke: What is going on, guys?

Guard: Motion sensors went off, sir.

Starke: I already checked that out. Everything's secure. And who's this?

Guard: Uh... he just got lost. No problem.

Starke: Sir, you okay?

Nate: Yeah, I’m fine.

Starke: I'm Nathan Ford. I'm with the insurance company.

(Nate gives Starke an irritated look)

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Parker: What kind of bird did you use?

Apollo: North American Kestrel. It's small-Bodied, but its wingspan is expansive enough that it sets off the motion detectors.

Parker: I would've gone with the Scarlet Tanager. Similar wingspan, but the brighter colors are more distracting.

Apollo: Yeah. That was my second choice.

(Apollo scrambles forward in the ductwork. Parker also scrambles forward, headed another way)

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eliot taking off his shirt too? equal rights

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Starke: Now, why would you want to kill Sophie?

Chaos: Come on, Starke. (gathering equipment) I had set up the perfect double-cross, and then you want to go and bring in a new player at the last minute? "Oh, and by the way, guys, that new player is gonna be Sophie Devereaux." There's no way I’m gonna try to out-con Sophie Devereaux! And I hate to break it to you, Starke, but she was the one that everybody was always scared of. It was never you.

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[McRory’s Bar]

(Parker and Apollo sit at a table with locks)

Parker: Go.

(they begin picking locks to see who is fastest. Across the room, Eliot and Mikel sit at a table)

Mikel: I can top that. (pulls her shirt aside to show a scar on her shoulder) Frag grenade, Somalia.

Eliot (pulls up his sleeve to show scar on his arm): Myanmar. Sniper.

Mikel: I was a sniper in Myanmar for a while.

Eliot: When?

Mikel: 2003.

(Eliot looks surprised. Mikel holds up the handcuffs and Eliot quickly pulls her hand down)

Eliot: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. We can't have that.

Hardison (walking by): Handcuffs. Y'all nasty

(eliot has a handcuff kink and was probably pegged within an inch of his life that night. I said what I said.)

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(Sophie stands looking down at her grave. The headstone for Katherine has been replaced with one for Sophie Devereaux. Nate approaches and stands next to the grave)

Sophie: Starke was right. I'm not Sophie Devereaux anymore. I haven't been for ages. I... you killed her, you and your silly crusade.

Nate: It's just a name.

Sophie: No, they're not just names, not to me. All my aliases, every one of them, I -- I know when their parents died. I know when they had their first kiss.

#leverage #leverage 2.07 #leverage 2x07 #the two live crew job #leverage season 2 #season 2 #notable moments #mine

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make-me-imagine · 4 years

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Hello dear, may a get a Percy Jackson ship with prompts 6 and 2? I'm into both guys and girls. I'm 5'4", curly brown hair and eyes, and curvy. I enjoy exploring and listening to music as well as learning new things and swimming. I'm somewhat introverted, but also very sassy and sarcastic, I care for others quite a bit, and according to tests, I would be a daughter of Hades.

+ Addition of Teen Wolf ship & Correction; Daughter of Apollo

[Possibly Fun Fact; when taking Riordans “official” quiz, my Godly Parent would be Athena).

Ships are now CLOSED

Percy Jackson:

I ship you with Percy. You and Percy would love to go exploring together, as well as swimming. Sometimes you spend your evening lying together on the couch, each with an earbud as you listen to music, sometimes singing along together. You both love introducing each other to new songs and artists. He loves your sarcastic and sassy side, because he also gets sassy and sarcastic. God forbid someone be on the end of this from both of you, they’d want to throw themselves out of a window. *coughs* Grover *coughs*

Prompt #2: First Kiss

Percy looked all around for you, calling out your name. Where had you gone? Were you hurt? Were you lost?

You had gotten separated during your most recent quest when everything went to shit. Everyone was fighting and there was chaos everywhere. By the time it was over Percy had no idea where you had ended up. And he was worried.

There were people hugging and cheering, but he had yet to find you. The longer time passed the more fearful he got. He had to find you. He needed to know that you were okay.

“Percy!”

Your voice carried over the crowd as he spun around, his eyes darting around to find you. Seeing you dodge your way through the crowd, you met eyes.

Instant relief flooded over him as he saw you were okay. You looked a bit beaten up, but you were there, alive, safe.

He began moving towards you quickly, his heart pounding. And as you met, without thinking he pulled you towards him, pressing his lips against yours suddenly in a deep kiss that shocked you.

When he pulled away he pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you ‘I was so worried when I couldn’t find you”

Pulling away from the hug he saw your surprised face “Y/n, what is it?”

“You kissed me” you said plainly.

He stared at you for a moment “Yeah, but why d-” you saw the moment realization struck as he paused and a shocked look appeared momentarily before he cleared his throat “Right. I hadn’t done that before had I?”

You chuckled “No. But it’s alright, I didn’t mind. We are dating after all”

He chuckled as well “Yeah, right. Well” he looked at you before bringing his hand to your face “I’m gonna do it again”

He smiled as he leaned in, pausing for a moment as he met your eyes, seeing a small smile form on your face he leaned the rest of the way in, kissing you once again.

Teen Wolf:

I ship you with Scott. I almost shipped you with Allison because I think you would go well together, but I really like the idea of you and Scott. He isn’t the most extroverted so I think he would really appreciate alone time with you, or just the two of you wandering around town together, having your own little adventures. He loves that you genuinely care for other people, and that was one of the things that made him fall for you in the first place. As well as you looks, music tastes, sassiness, sense of humor, etc etc. he just really likes you for every piece of you, and never wants you to change.

Prompt #6: First ‘I love you’ ( This came out much longer than I thought it would lol, so I hope you like it! :) )

Scott noticed you had been a little distant lately, but didn’t understand why. He was smart, but also pretty fucking dumb sometimes, so of course he wouldn’t link it together.

Kira had come back to town, and they were hanging out more often. hey hadn’t seen each other much since you all graduated, but you knew they sort of kept in touch, mostly due to supernatural stuff, which is also why she had come back to town. But you were afraid that he was falling back in love with her, and that he would leave you behind.

You were contemplating talking to him, but it scared you. So you decided to wait for him to say something, if he would at all. Maybe they were just staying friends, at least you hoped that was all it was.

The knock on your door startled you from your thoughts. Looking at the clock and reading 7:25pm you frowned in confusion. You quietly walked to the door before cautiously checking through the peephole, your heart picked up speed when you saw Scott standing on the other side.

You contemplating not opening, but you knew he could hear you, he probably knew you were standing on the other side of the door.

Confirming this though was Scotts voice calling gently from the other side “Y/n? I know you’re there, can you please open the door?”

You sighed as you opened the door, meeting his eyes you smiled at him “Hi Scott, what are you doing here?”

He smiled sadly “Can’t I come visit my girlfriend? I mean, I used to come over around this time a lot’

“Yeah...used to” you said quietly as you turned and walked back into the house, leaving the door open so he could come in,

Scott frowned at your comment, realizing you were right. He hadn’t been coming over at all lately.

“Is that why you’re mad at me?” he asked cautiously as he entered, closing the door behind him.

“Who said I was mad at you?“ you asked without looking at him

“Well, I just assumed. I mean, you haven’t really been talking to me much. I know I’ve been busy, so I wanted to come apologize”

You didn’t really acknowledge his comments, as an annoyance built up out of nowhere, your frustration coming to light “I thought you were supposed to be doing something with Kira again?”

He stared at you for a moment, sensing the anger coming off of you. Realization struck him that he also sensed jealousy, and...fear? He then realized just how much time he had been spending with Kira, his ex, rather than you. No wonder you were peeved, and jealous.

“Y/n” he took a few steps closer to you “You don’t think that me and Kira...” he trailed off as you stopped what you were doing.

You scoffed “Why wouldn’t I Scott? It’s hard enough that I can see she still might have feelings for you, but when you begin spending all of your time with her, and not telling me about what exactly is is your doing, it’s hard to think otherwise”

He frowned as he looked down at the ground, guilt pulsing through him. Looking back at you he walked the rest of the way to you, lifting your face to look at him “I promise that I do not have any feeling for her, I only want you Y/n. YOU are the one that I love.” Seeing the shock that crossed your face he smiled lightly “I love YOU, and no one else”

“You love me?” you asked quietly.

“Of course. And I’m so sorry for keeping you in the dark, and not coming over. I promise I will tell you everything from now on, and I will come over every night from now on...okay?”

You nodded as he pulled you into a hug “Scott?”

“Yeah?”

You tightened your grip around him “I love you too.”

#ace-marvel-chick #ask #ship #ship request #ships #5k ships #5k ship event #special ships #teen wolf #tw #scott mccall #scott mccall x reader #drabble #teen wolf oneshot #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader

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incorrectquotes-randomthoughts · 4 years

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(This is so long I’m sorry but I had to rant cause honestly I’m scared )

I literally made a post the other day about how we have to welcome in new fans and treat them equally but truth be told? I’M. NOT. FUCKING. READY

Bitch bitch bitch I mean I’mma have to stand this kids hardcore shipping Luke x Annabeth ???? Or Luke x Thalia ???? SIS they’re SIBLINGS wth Annabeth realized it later on it changed there was an arc.

Like this fandom closed the discussion on Luke’s redemption arc and the way he is and his motives we agree we have opinions but we’re FINE. Are you telling me ma boy is gonna be played by some hot teen (he is older) and 12 y/o’s are gonna be biased and I’m gonna have to yell at them across a screen cause they’re gonna act like Luke is a saint !!!!??

THE SHIPS. FUCKFUCKFUCK. BoTL Percy spent worried about Nico and if it’s done properly we’re gonna have all that worry face first and no one’s gonna be able to ignore it like the AMOUNT OF PEOPLE who are gonna say that’s OTP. I mean SHIT.

I haven’t even been in the [internet] fandom for that long like how I’m I supposed to go against this people who were here before me I mean they LEFT but what arguments do I have !?!?

The amount of people who only read pjo and went BYE like I can’t bring HOO up in discussions wdym????? How I’m I supposed to talk development and change and character arcs and what would they do in certain situations if you’ve never heard of them ????

I’M NOT READY

Y’all wanna know something terrifying? The maze runner fandom. Because there’s so little creators out there who actually love it the way I do and so much of it is obsessed with Thomas Brodie-Sangster and Newt I haven’t been there since I finished the books I couldn’t stand it. And I can’t stand the fact that our Percy actor is gonna be good-looking and I’m TERRIFIED of the amount of people who are gonna be here for what the actors look like you can’t understand this.

I MEAN all them debates are coming back up I can’t do this. This is such a fantastic fandom (and I’m in many, trust me) like we’re all at peace there’s no arguments you can literally come by and just vibe.

OH FUCK ANOTHER THOUGHT. So since we’re getting official characters and stuff I swear if ONE IDIOT hates on viria’s or Livibis’ or Markiehh’s art (they’re the one’s at the top of my head) because it’s “inaccurate” or “far off” from what they look on screen they better watch the fuck out because they have no idea the fandom they’re messing with.

OH AND SHIT I know this has been brought up but the way we treat Nico??? All baby and soft and all that and how our fanon Nico is just so different from the actual canon kick-ass Nico, ya know? But we kinda understand how powerful Nico is but we still love him cause poor kid was 10 and then all of it happened and he was 13/14 (?) during tlo and the PTSD so we’re chill with that BUT. There’s the fact that our son is gay and god the amount of people who are gonna come in (cause there’s obviously gonna be foreshadowing) and be like “ooh gay baby look at him” that’s badly explained but I know you guys understand. And specially if we get to HoO and the horrors getting to ToA would be. Like we already have our fanon Nico but if someone DARES to even IMPLY that Nico can’t kill you with a thought the entire fandom know better and will prove them wrong. But the new fans what would they know.

You know what’s going to be fucking horrible ???? PARENTS. I mean UGHHHHHH. My parents only know I’m reading what I tell them I’m reading (“a book about Greek mythology”). Like I’m terrified of my mom picking up The Burning Maze sitting on my desk or any Cassandra Clare book cause the homophobia in this household is astronomical. (Don’t know how many of you will understand but the PANIC I went through reading the red scrolls of magic? God knows she would check every book I get form the library from the on) Back to the point sorry. But y’all pjo is mostly safe but Rick already talks about how parents complain about adding a Genderfluid character to a Norse mythology book (I mean Ma’am go educate yourself) and how his books “would be more successful without [gay] characters” ???? What if we get Kane Chronicles some asshole is gonna come up about Sadie being polyamorous, Alex and Magnus are gonna be a problem, Will and Nico, House of Hades is gonna make Karens riot because of one scene.

You can see how Disney treats Seblos (hsmtmts) compared to the other couples on the show. You can see how not even half of Andi Mack is actually on Disney+ (after getting brutally canceled) you can see how Diary of a Future President hasn’t been renewed when it’s reviews are 100% for both critics and public. How the Love, Simon series was removed (now on Hulu) because it wasn’t a good mix with “the family-friendly content on Disney+” (underage drinking + s*x are brought up in discussions but the show isn’t out yet and we have no idea). So pardon me for being scared of how this is going to be treated.

Back to the new fans. I’m gonna say the topic that’s the most brought up that causes discussions is Leo (?) Tbh I’m still lost on the Leo x Echo thing that everyone else seems to understand. Plus the hate on Caleo is probably the biggest issue in this fandom. (Which is like saying the biggest problem in a perfectly written essay are some barely noticeable erase-marks, but still). Anyways a fair amount of people dislike Leo for reasons I kinda comprehend. I know a kid and he’s the exact definition of Leo, (I’ll probably talk about this in an individual post) and people don’t like him, I know most of you would avoid him. I know he’s great but people just don’t seem to like him.

(wOw i’M sO gOOd aT sTaYInG oN tOpiC)

I don’t think I’m gonna be able to survive hate on characters that probably WILL come.

Solangelo is called rushed a lot and I would want to see this two fall for each other and Nico let down his walls and talk about his PTSD from Tartarus (which friendly reminder Percy saw for a few minutes the way Nico saw it the whole time and it was the worst part of his entire experience there). But I mean there WERE six months between BoO and ToA, I am pretty sad we didn’t get to see them.

oH JESUS follow-up on Nico earlier; the fetishization, or Apollo, or Will.

Ok... ha, this is fun....

OH WAIT NEW THOUGHT SJDJDJD On the topic of Luke’s redemption arc... BIANCA,, they better do my girl properly who thought she had stayed months at the Lotus Hotel babysitting her lil’ brother and then was put into a school where they were outcasts and she probably knows as much as Nico about mythomagic from his rants and she thought he was gonna be safe and she wanted freedom and be her own person so she joined the hunters. And as a fandom we’ve talked this out but what about the new fans, they better not try to act like she did anything wrong cause that’s just not-

OH AND no one better hate on Clarisse cause yeah she’s the minor antagonist but she’s a very well-written character who doesn’t change the way she is but is kinda less of an ass towards Percy. And she and Silena are good friends and she and Chris are dating and she is a human being with valid feelings. She was terrified for Chris in BoTL and cared for him and nurse him back to sanity and stayed with him. She throws Percy and Annabeth into the lake which so it’s prove she and Percy are more in the friendly banter I-won’t-admit-how-much-I-care-for-you-if-it-meant-my-life relationship. Then this doesn’t happpen until the last two books (seasons?) so we can’t actually go around saying it? In SoM we learn about how Ares treats her which is SO important so I guess S1 comes out and we sit here telling new fans “You’ll know next season” cause we can’t directly spoil it and then we’re like “You gotta wait for seasons 4 and 5” ugghhhhh this is too much.

Ok I’m done for now I’ll reblog this with any new terrifying thoughts when if they come.

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT. AU) pt.5

05: Ashes to ashes

Summary: Finally a Kappa sister, but things go awry.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst

Word count: 2700

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST

Special thanks to @daddygraysonsbitch for being Sara Howell in the story.

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A week had passed since the last challenge, giving Y/N a hard time sneaking around with the Dolan twins. Neither of them seemed to back off when she asked and to be honest, she didn't want them to.

Y/N wanted to explore their minds, hearts and bodies. She wanted to know every nook and cranny that makes their souls and most of all, she needed to know where she fits in their still unfinished puzzle of life.

Every night she's been haunted by dreams of a woman she has never met, each dream harder to differentiate from reality as they come in like a storm and ravage her, leaving her tired every morning and frightened to close her eyes at night. Every night something changes, detail by detail and it's only a matter of time before it's entirely different than the original dream...and it scares her. The woman in her dreams scares the living light out of her and no matter how many times she wanted to talk about it to someone, she was afraid speaking about it would make it more real.

Riddle me this. How can I call it a nightmare, if it doesn't leave my presence when I awake?

The party is mere minutes away, her nerves at an all time high because if anyone notices she's growing closer to either Ethan or Grayson, she'll be in deep shit. It's them she wants to talk to, share her dream because deep inside her heart, she knows they would understand. They wouldn’t think she’s mad.

Since it's a sorority party after all, Y/N has put on her white shorts and green shirt in solidarity, placing her golden leaf crown in her hair with a smile as the crown is engraved with her name and the date, serving as proof of membership.

She can officially call herself a Kappa sister.

While Y/N worried of her sisters noticing her ongoing friendship with the frats next door, those frats had worries their plans weren't moving fast enough.

"It's a problem! Not only will she avoid us like the plague now, she'll be chased by other guys as well. We're not the only ones on campus, Apollo." Hermes paced his room, getting jittery and impatient.

"And you know what happens when we wait too long." Hermes warns, remembering Yashi and many more after her that have gone awry because it took them far too long to connect with the descendant. Stronger the bond between a descendant and the god they're an heir to, less time they have...and Y/N has ties to two incredibly strong beings. He's noticed Y/N cares for both of them, but her allegiance to her sorority is stronger as it connects her to her mother. That's all the information he got out of Apollo so far as he's the one communicating with her so frequently.

"We can't exactly kidnap her, now can we?" Apollo groans, running his hands through his hair so it gets the perfect wave he usually sports. He had to be on his best behavior tonight and the looking good part wouldn't hurt either.

Once he looks back at his brothers wide eyes and the craziness in the look they reflected once the words resonate with him, Apollo turned around with his index finger pointing at Hermes sternly, commanding.

"Let me rephrase that. YOU. WILL. NOT. KIDNAP. Y/N." He emphasized each word, stepping closer with every one of them. Apollo might not be the intimidating brother on most days, but the way his eyes darken and his lips set in a firm line, his jaw clenches and tightens the muscles in his face, eyebrows pull closer together and forehead wrinkles - that's when he looks like the bringer of death.

But that doesn't scare Hermes. Never did.

"Oooh, I have a better plan than that." Hermes smirks, the devilish scheme clear to Apollo, just not the details. He knows this would lead to trouble. It always has.

Hermes had better plans than Apollo on any given day, but that's not always a good thing. Hermes doesn't care about consequences, when he wants something he does whatever he wants to do and his recklessness is a major reason why in their prolonged stay on earth. He's always been wildly unstable and unpredictable.

Apollo was worse when they were gods. Hermes did his job, but found it fun to play with humans to break the mundane of his existence he believed his life became. Apollo was just like Hermes is now - overly confident and iffy morality without concern of consequences of his deeds.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

"If you mess this up for us, I will fucking kill you." The looming threat puts a smile on Hermes' face instead of fear. Regardless what happens, Apollo would never make good on his threat. He's made similar threats before, they both did at some point but neither could harm each other. If losing their chance at return leaves them wandering this land as immortals, they would rather have each other than loneliness.

"By the end of the night, you'll be thanking me." Hermes pats his brothers chest lightly, moving around him and to the door. Before walking out, he turns his head to meet Apollo's burning gaze and the flicker of anger in them.

"I believe we have a party to go to."

The brothers walked through the door in synchronization as they've done countless times before in their past. With a court nod to one another, they part - each to a different side of the house although Apollo tried to keep Hermes close in case his plan puts them in danger.

Y/N just walked out her room, narrowly missing Hermes who entered Blair's room which was just down the hall.

She tapped her fingertips on the banister nervously, her gaze wandering but with purpose. Even she didn't realize it, but her eyes followed her heart's orders - to find either Ethan or Grayson.

She had a way to contact Grayson - either through her window or her phone, but Ethan was harder to reach unnoticed. She'd share a look or two in the morning as they walked to classes at the same time - Ethan usually barely awake and with messy bedhead, but always ready to shoot her a lazy, crooked smile that made her cheeks burn bright.

But, sadly, he's nowhere to be seen. However, Grayson is easily located - leaning against a wall with a coy smile on his face and eyes set on her making her heart ablaze. He always has that effect on her, not once failing her.

He's only playing with you.

A voice startles Y/N, making her turn around in fright only to find she's all alone. She recognizes the voice, looming and glowering like in her dreams, but she's awake now. Or so she hopes.

Walking down the steps, her mind in a fray and her eyebrows scrunched up, Y/N's slowly losing touch with reality. Sounds around her blur, growing impossibly loud and deafening, her vision narrowing. It felt like her innards are being replaced by some kind of black hole.

"Y/N." Until hands grabbed onto her arms and shook her gently, her eyes meeting hazel swirls with golden specks of dust behind them...and her world slides into focus, his touch, his face, his voice serving as an anchor to hold her down and sane.

"You okay there?" Grayson asks, worry tangible in his voice as it is in his face, the very face she needed to avoid for the night.

"Got a bit woozy. I'm okay now. Thanks." Her polite, short answer didn't convince Grayson but he knew better than to push. Sometimes a little space goes a long way - it's basic female 101 in his mind.

"Well, if you need me..." He trails off, knowing she's aware what he means.

"Of course." She interjects gently, using the moment to slowly slide his hands away from herself for the stares of her sister have become far too obvious to ignore.

"Well, well, well." And naturally, Queen B. appears when in the worst moment possible. It's like fate is working against them.

"She was feeling ill. It would be wrong of me to leave her in such a state." Grayson defends before Blair has a chance to poison the sisters against Y/N, effectively shutting her up before she spewed the truth...Truth because he had anything but good intentions in mind. In fact, he'd love to have his way with her, especially after all the time he's spent abstaining from touching mortal women to repent for his sins.

"She shouldn't have drank so much then." But Blair finds a new reason to cling to, something else to use against her.

"A good Kappa sister never gets so drunk she needs help from a KDR."

But before she has a chance to put Y/N to shame, Sara frowns, noticing a dark cloud on the second floor and the smell hits quickly as well.

"What's that smell?" Sara voices her curious thoughts, the words leaving her mouth answered immediately when fire blows through a decorative window on the second floor in a small explosion enticing screams all around the house.

"FIRE!!"

Y/N's eyes widen, her lips parting. Her legs work faster than her brain, stumbling over her own feet and steps as she climbs up so quickly Grayson barely has a chance to react.

"Wait!" He shouts after her, staring at the billowing smoke and the fire that spreads incredibly fast as if a dragon breaths in one of the rooms.

"My mother's painting! My journal! My whole life is up there!" She insists, rushing up without noticing a paling Grayson following in her footsteps. The need to save the painting turned her brain to a mental soup of conflicting instructions. But there was a different force guiding her. A much darker, still unnoticeable force.

She blows the door wide open, snapping open her window first before returning for the painting first. Throwing it out the window, she turns to find more things to save. Smoke particles dance in on the inbound breeze. The smoke smells of kerosene, and had a strange scent of perfume through it. The smoke ss a deep, dark grey color. Intoxicating. Choking. They can feel it pull their very life away.

"What are you doing?" Grayson starts to grab her things as well, tossing them over the ledge without even realizing it. He's looking at her in disbelief, certain she's lost her mind entirely.

"Saving what I can." She mumbles, frantically grabbing her belongings still in boxes and throwing them out.

"We're going to die because you want to save your clothes?!" Grayson shouts, his throat burning from the smoke as it lingers inside, sticking like tar.

"No one asked you to come!" She faces him, no trace of the gentle soul he saw her as. Instead, he saw someone who has given up. She didn't fear death...she invited it. That's when he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Grayson crossed the bedroom in a single step, manhandling Y/N into obedience. He grabbed her arms and leaned down, getting a hold of her legs as well.

In one move, he had pulled her over his shoulder, ignoring her trashing and screaming, even more the insults she threw his way. Nothing would make him drop her now, determined to save her life and for once, he didn't know why.

He would tell himself it's because she's the last living descendant, but even he knows it's a lie. Despite all he's fought in the past, he grew to care for the girl...even crave her. Not in a sexual manner, although he wanted her in every way, but in a way where the sound of her voice was enough to make his heart flutter.

And he never had his heart flutter.

He burrowed through the door, barely escaping the raging flames as he bounced Y/N on his shoulder on the way down the stairs. Thanking every god he knows, Grayson rushed to the clear front door and outside into fresher air where he could finally put her down.

"And you're an asshole!" She finishes, red in the face from all the screaming but also dirty from the smoke. There was a steadiness to her despite her quite unsteady behavior upstairs, as if all the storms in the world were a whispering breeze if she was there. She was kind and clever, perhaps that's what drew people to her.

He liked the fire within, loved it even.

Before she had a chance to throw a second insult his way, Grayson's hand found the back of her neck, quickly pulling her up and closer until their lips touched and the words ceased. The kiss barely lasted, managing to take their breaths away in an instant, but it was long enough for Grayson's fingers to brush the star-like birthmark behind her right ear and bring him down to Earth. It only confirmed what they knew - she's the descendant and he just stole their first kiss.

Y/N surrendered to his touch, losing her senses as his lips brought her heartbeat to the speed of light. Her lips tingled, electricity sparking up throughout her body and her hands clutched to his shirt with all their might as if he could slip through her fingers like sand.

Apollo couldn't believe what he's doing, giving into his desire for her without a second thought. He'd been wondering how her rosy lips would taste, never quite sure if it would make any impact on him but from the way his hands tremble with her face in them tucked away safely, he knew he has been bested.

It took Y/N a moment to get her mind to work properly again, feeling the high of adrenaline and endorphins catching up with her and numbing her thinking, but once her mind cleared her hand left a swift, clear imprint on Grayson's face.

"Never do that without my permission again!" She sneered, turning around and running to the side of the house where her things remained, leaving a confused, but still satisfied Grayson on his own.

But he wasn't alone.

"You played dirty brother." Hermes accuses, stepping beside Apollo as his eyes set on the growing flames and the sorority house beginning to collapse.

"I got lost in the moment." Apollo excuses, clearing his throat as he folds his arms over his chest and glances at Hermes. He refuses to apologize for the kiss because it's the highlight of the century in his mind. She brought technicolor to his life and he found himself...grateful. Artemis would have liked her, he is sure. Sometimes he still thinks of his actual twin in Mount Olympus, wondering if she's watching over him or if she forgot all about him.

"Someone might think you actually care." Hermes raises a brow, turning to face Apollo with a wicked smirk on his face.

"Too bad she'll want to avoid you for that little moment you got lost in." He continues coyly, circling around his brother like Apollo is the prey and he a hunter on the prowl.

'But I'll be there to pick up the pieces ', is what Hermes really wants to say. But instead, he speaks the ominous truth.

"Which I imagine to be quite hard when the girls move in with us." And that's when it all clicks in Apollo's mind, the sirens wailing in the background. He grabs a fist full of Hermes' shirt, pulling him closer.

"What the fuck did you do?!" He speaks through gritted teeth, spit escaping him in the process and it splatters in tiny drops on Hermes' face.

"Bringing the past back to life." Hermes grabs onto Apollo's hands, pressing his own over his until the hold relents enough for Hermes to step back, his smirk never wavering.

He takes one more look at the burning house as the roof caves, the flames reflecting in his dark eyes. He raises both eyebrows, clearly proud of himself before turning on his heel and pocketing his hands confidently. He hums an ominous tune as he's walking back to the frat house: "Ashes, ashes, we all fall down" under his breath. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

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dragonsaphirareads · 5 years

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AA Secret Santa

@quoth-the-ravens I was your santa for the AA gift exchange! I wrote a little Klapollo for you, I hope you like it! Huge shoutout to @yoshimars for helping me proofread and getting me going on this! You’re the best!

Christmas at the Wright Anything Agency was a huge affair. Trucy was in charge of planning, which meant they went all out on decorations, food and every other part of the party. Athena had joined her on the official planning committee this year, which meant Apollo had to watch out. For nearly a year now, the duo had been trying to hook him up with Klavier, after Athena had heard his emotions during a heated court case and realized how far he’d fallen for the pretty blond prosecutor. He’d so far managed to avoid every attempt of theirs to make him confess his feelings - even when they somehow got locked into a closet together.

That was a fun hour.

The Christmas party was yet another opportunity for the girls to try again, thankfully Apollo was savvy enough to realize one item he would have to avoid at all costs. No doubt the girls would be putting up a ton of mistletoe, the enemy to him keeping his feelings under wraps. If he was caught under that, Apollo didn’t think he’d be able to resist spilling everything.

That was why, on the day of the party, he offered to help the girls set up. Trucy tried to argue with him that it would be more fun if he just stayed home to get ready instead, he proposed an agreement. If she could look him in the eye and tell him that she and Athena weren’t going to do anything to force him to confess his feelings, then he would leave. Needless to say, he was allowed to stay. He took the job of decorating the main area, figuring that if he stayed there during the entire party, he’d be safe from the dreaded mistletoe.

Hours later, and the WAA was completely decked out in red and green. Athena and Trucy changed into matching ugly sweaters with a disgusting amount of tinsel and lights covering them. Athena shoved a headband with stuffed reindeer antlers on Apollo’s head, and as guests started arriving they offered equally cheesy headbands to anyone they deemed not dressed festive enough.

Prosecutor Edgeworth arrived promptly at 5pm, with Mr. Wright and Maya picked up from the train station. Trucy was not impressed with his attire, considering he was just wearing his work suit. She gave him a headband with a stuffed Christmas tree that lit up and allowed him to pass.

The rest of the guests steadily arrived over the next hour, but to the girl’s dismay and Apollo’s relief, Prosecutor Gavin was nowhere to be found. None of the other prosecutors knew where he was - Prosecutor Blackquill had seen him leaving around noon and nobody had seen him since then. When he heard that, Apollo felt his stomach drop a little. Sure, he was trying to avoid making things awkward between them. But everyone else who’d been invited had come - did he think he was too good to come to a party like this? Had he been invited to some big gala hosted by important people and decided to blow off this party?

No, Apollo thought, shaking his head. Prosecutor Gavin wasn’t like that. He wasn’t some stuck up brat - if he wasn’t coming, he would have let someone know. But that thought lead Apollo to dark places. If he wasn’t here yet, could something bad have happened? He did always drive around that obnoxious motorcycle. Was there an accident?

As if drawn to him by his dark thoughts, Athena sidled up next to him and handed him a cup with pink punch in it. “Apollo, you need to calm down. I’m sure he’s fine! Probably just taking forever to make himself pretty for you~” She hummed by his ear, teasing. Apollo swatted her away after taking the cup, sipping at it to calm his nerves.

“I’m not worried! I’m fine!” Apollo said loudly, causing a few heads to turn and his cheeks to heat up. Athena rolled her eyes with a grin.

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say. Like the punch?” She changed the subject, noticing how fast he was going through his cup.

“It’s really good. Did you make it?”

She shook her head. “Nope, Trucy did. It’s a bunch of fruit juices mixed together with some soda. I think it’s a bit too sweet, honestly.”

That was odd. Athena had a raging sweet tooth, and Apollo didn’t find the drink overly sweet at all. “Really? I think it’s fine.”

She just shrugged. “More for you then! Want some more?” The girl asked, holding the punch spoon in her hand. Apollo nodded, handing her his cup and allowing her to fill it full.

It was once he’d finished his third cup that he realized something was off. Apollo felt... lighter. His head was pleasantly buzzing, and he felt like he had more confidence than normal. He went to find Trucy and ask her what she made the punch from, but he was intercepted before he made it. An arm snaked around his neck and he was pulled into the conversation of two women who laughing way too much.

“E-Ema?”

The detective grinned, cheersing her cup with his empty one. “Heya Apollo, like the punch? I’m so glad I brought the booze, you should never let underaged girls plan the party, they can’t get the good stuff!”

His eyes widened. “You spiked the punch?!”

“Yeah, ‘course I did! Don’tcha like it?”

“Ema, there are minors here!”

She waved at the air in front of her. “Ah, don’t worry about that! I told Mr. Wright, he knows! There’s a pitcher of plain stuff in the fridge for ‘em!”

He was about to lecture her about how this was Trucy and Athena’s party and she really shouldn’t have done that, or at least told people it was spiked. But before he could open his mouth, the front door of the office opened and in stepped a blond angel.

Apollo shook his head. Where did that thought come from?

Ema glanced over, then back at him and seemed to read his mind. She grinned and handed him her cup. “Here, you’re gonna need this big guy.”

Apollo was going to refuse it - he was not going to make this party the day he ruins his tentative relationship with the rockstar prosecutor.

Then he stopped. He was already tipsy, thanks to sneaky Ema. Klavier made his heart melt when he was completely sober - if he was approached like this, he might actually collapse into a puddle on the floor.

Making up his mind, he took the offered cup and chugged it down. Screw it, if he’s going down, he’s gonna make it memorable.

Apollo didn’t get the chance to actually talk to the prosecutor in private until about an hour later. By that point the guests had mostly sat down in various places, settled into their conversations. The punch had started to leave his system - his head was clearing up and he was starting to rethink his decision. To keep his resolve, Apollo headed to the kitchen area to get another drink. The punch wasn’t very strong, and he wasn’t trying to get drunk. Just enough to loosen himself up enough to finally spill his feelings.

Of course, who would be there but the man himself, opening a can of soda.

It’s now or never, Apollo... you’re doing this now!

“P-Prosecutor Gavin?” Damn it, he stuttered. It got his attention though - the blond turned and smiled at him with that perfect damn smile of his.

“Ja?”

Apollo took a deep breath. “Can I... um... can we, I mean...” Damn it, why did he have to be so pretty? This was so difficult! “I have something to tell you.”

He blinked. “Oh? Alright then, go for it.”

“Um, actually, it’s kinda... private.”

His mind was racing frantically. He really didn’t want to confess right here, where the rest of the party was going on right through a very thin wall. He considered asking them to step outside, but it was cold and they would have to walk past everyone to get there.

The only other choice would be very awkward if they were caught, but his mind was made up.

Apollo waved him into the only office with a door they could close. Once it was shut, Apollo stood in front of the prosecutor, eyes firmly locked on the ground and fists tight at his sides.

“Are... you alright, Herr Forehead?”

He didn’t let the nickname affect him. “I have something to tell you, and I don’t want you to interrupt me because if you do I don’t know if I’ll be able to start again.”

A silent nod gave him the final push.

“I... like you. Like, really, really like you. And I didn’t want to say anything for a long time because I thought I might remind you of bad things, but you’re too goddamn nice for me to keep lying to you anymore, so... I’m not, anymore. And if you don’t... feel the same, then... I... I just want to be friends. You’re... a really good person, and I want you to be happy.”

There were tears forming. This has been such a long time coming, and now it was all out there. Prosecutor Gavin was just standing there, with an unknown expression on his face - Apollo couldn’t bring himself to look up.

Then he saw his foot move, and he was stepping towards Apollo. One hand was on Apollo’s shoulder, and the other under his chin, tilting his head up to look at him.

Klavier was smiling, though it was slightly pained as well. God, was he about to be rejected? He wasn’t sure he could handle that.

“Have you been drinking?”

Apollo blinked. Did he think this was just a drunk confession?!

“Y-yes, but I’m not drunk! Just enough so I wasn’t too scared to talk to you. A-and I wasn’t planning on it! It was kinda Ema’s fault.”

The blond sighed, his smile widening. “Alright.”

“Is... that all you’re gonna say?”

“I like you too, Apollo. Dare I say it, I think I felt love at first sight with you. But I don’t want to do anything if you’re not completely sober.” He brushed his knuckles against Apollo’s cheek gently. “Is that alright with you?”

He nodded slowly. He’d done the hardest part - next time would be easier.

Klavier smiled and leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to Apollo’s forehead. “Now let’s get back to the party, schatz. We can talk tomorrow.”

Apollo nodded, and they walked back to the party together. Soon enough the alcohol left his system and he got drowsy. The next morning, he awoke to find himself using Klavier’s chest as a pillow, with a giggling Athena and Trucy standing over him with a camera.

This was going to be a wild ride, he thought. But looking at Klavier’s peaceful sleeping face... he wouldn’t have had that night go any other way.

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thehoneygloss · 6 years

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When Past & Present Collides

He had written a book that had changed you in a way that no other author has ever did. This was ruination.

The past and present has its ways of colliding — for you, it was Min Yoongi.

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genre: yoongi!author au, angst, fluff

Your first encounter with his book was in the city library. You were there for one of your study sessions with your best friend, Seokjin when you suddenly came across a book that caught your eye in the third shelf of the modern fiction section. It was written by a man named Min Yoongi. You had never heard of him before, but something about that book had caught your eye. And so you quickly checked it out and gave it a read.

Intuition

‘I fell madly in love with the way you write,’ Elaine gushed.

‘Well that’s very sweet of you, Elaine. In fact, I’d rather you fall for my writing than me at all. At least there’s some honesty in it,’ Apollo chuckled.

Enter a couple of accidental meetings, obnoxious bosses, and fate. There goes another story written.

You didn’t know what it was that fascinated you so much, but you’ve always had a thing for cliche love stories and his book seemed like a good cup of tea before bed, or so you thought.

It was perfect at first, a cliche meeting, putting things in the hands of fate. They had fallen in love, made love, and ‘I love yous’ were exchanged. It was swoon worthy up until you reached chapter 10.

Apollo is now back at home. Both tired and hungry he unlocks the apartment door and takes off his shoes, he then walks over to now his and Elaine’s room (he had asked her to move in a few months prior), changes his clothes, strides over the bathroom, unlocks his cabinet before washing his face. Still no signs of Elaine. But he brushes it off. She’s always been busy on Mondays and he understands. So he shrugs it off and walks over to the couch before texting Elaine.

They cancelled my trip. I’m in the apartment, when will you be back? Fancy a dinner? Apollo texts.

Just as he clicks the send button, he hears a ruffle on the door. And there she is, half intoxicated, locking lips with a unknown man, inside their apartment and trying her hardest to turn on the lights.

It comes as a shock to Elaine when she first notices Apollo there. Her first instinct: shoves the unknown guy outside. Then walks over to the now distraught Apollo, making barely audible excuses. But there’s nothing that she can do, after all, he did see them together, he did witness it happening. And no words of apologies can contradict with that.

‘Leave, Elaine. Get the hell out of my house!’

It’s strange, Apollo thinks, how easily people can change.

The end

This came as a shock to you too, not just Apollo. The mere thought of cheating sickened you, but the fact that it happened in your favorite book? Done by your favorite character that you related so well with? It didn’t just break your heart — it tore it to pieces and then threw it in the trash can right after.

What the hell happened to Min Yoongi for him to be such a godawful person and ruin such a good plot? And instead of complaining to yourself, you emailed him. Because out of all things he could have ruined, it was your favorite book he had to fuck up.

Dear Min Yoongi,

First of all, hello. This is Y/N, one of your many readers. I came across your book in the city library and thought that it was interesting enough for me to read. And I loved it. I fucking loved it.

The way Apollo wrote about her. The way Elaine fell in love with him. It was absolutely, heart wrenchingly, beautiful. Just swoon worthy.

That is, up until I reached chapter ten. That’s when I realized just how fucked up a person can be to have ended such a good plot in the shittiest way possible. How dare you break Apollo’s heart like that? How dare you end the book in such an abrupt way? Did you give up? Did your ex girlfriend send this to your publisher before you could even finish it but your publisher ended up loving it and so you let it be? What the hell is wrong with you?

It would be great if you would just respond to this letter.

Sincerely,

Y/N

There you were, sitting in your dorm room at 1 in the morning, furiously typing an email to a writer who, hypothetically speaking, broke your heart. It was pathetic, you admitted, to complain over the ending of a book. But so did Hazel Grace, and she went all the way to Amsterdam for that. So a short email was nothing. Right?

His reply was earlier than you expected. It was on a Sunday morning, two days after you clicked ‘send email’ on your laptop. It had surprised you at first, a quite well known writer replied to your email? A personal one? One in which you raged the shit out of him? One that was sent at 1 o’clock in the morning? It was strange, you admitted. For someone so official actually responding to something you had written. It almost felt better than reading your acceptance letter, almost.

Dear Y/N,

Hello, this is Min Yoongi. I am here to respond to your all too sweet and endearing letter of encouragement.

If I have to be honest with you, reading your email was very refreshing. Gave me a sense of ‘wow someone’s actually put their heart and soul into something I wrote? Wow, thanks!’. So thank you for that, really.

Now on to the next point. To be quite frank, I’ve always had a thing for sad endings, to me, they feel more realistic. Way more genuine than those all too cliche novels that 60% of the population has been fed by. Not that there’s anything bad with that. It’s just not my cup of tea.

To me, Apollo and Elaine are two star crossed lovers that just didn’t belong. I’m so sorry to break it to you but love doesn’t always end with a happily ever after. Some ends in a random Sunday afternoon after a cancelled trip to New York.

And it’s abrupt. Just like my ending. Abrupt and a bit un-settling. Some doesn’t even get to have closure. Some are just left hanging. Quite like my book. So that’s all I have to say.

Thank you, again, for reading Apollo and Elaine’s story and for the all too sweet words of encouragement. I’ll be needing that. And remember this: just because something ended, doesn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful.

All the love,

Min Yoongi

His letter had left your mouth hanging open. It was the kind of letter that was definitely sincere, not one that was written by an assistant in a run down apartment at 2 in the morning. It had a soul to it, whatever that meant, you felt something. Was it reassurance? Or was it something more? Whatever it was, you definitely needed to know more about him.

But nothing came out on Google. Just an old picture and a short description. He had never written anything other than ‘Intuition’ yet it was almost life changing? How was that possible? How on earth was someone able to both capture and break people's heart with little to no experiences before-hand?

Just the thought of that amazed you.

So of course, you decided to reply to him.

Dear Min Yoongi,

This is Y/N again. Okay, your reply had caught me off guard, not going to lie. I’ve had my fair share of author/reader emails and all of them had been redundant. Like you would think writers of all people would reply to their emails themselves? Especially ones from their readers? Guess not.

Anyways, it really surprised me that you took time to reply to mine. So, thank you so much. And also thank you for explaining. I really appreciate it.

Although I do think that even though some love stories doesn’t always end in happily ever afters, I like to think that one of the reasons we write is to get away from that thought. From reality.

Maybe happy endings do exist, you know? Just not in real life. It really could have happened in your book. But it’s okay, I get it. I completely understand where you are coming from.

Good luck on your future endeavors, looking forward to your potential new book.

All the love,

Y/N

You were worried at first, how honest and raw that reply was. But here was Min Yoongi, right in front of you (not literally) potentially replying to your email (again), who would ever waste that? You out of all people knew the answer to that.

‘Elaine?’

‘Yes?’

‘You know I’ve always hated my name. It reminds me too much of a spaceship than a greek word. It’s such a stupid name. I hate it. At least I did, and then I heard it came out of your mouth and now it’s best name in the world.’

To that, Elaine gives him a huge smile. All too beautiful and alarming that it scares the living shit out of him. Here is this almost perfect girl laying next to him, dressed in only his white shirt, smiling ever so fervently at him that he can burst. But the thought of losing all this alarms him the most.

Yoongi’s reply came a bit later than the last one. He was probably busy dealing with other things that genuinely mattered, like a book. Or potentially a girlfriend that he, hypothetically, wrote sonnets about. Because all you were was a reader that he barely knew, complaining over something he had written.

Putting it like that made you want to physically strangle yourself. But you shook that thought away as soon as you saw a notification in the corner of your laptop screen. Reply from Min Yoongi.

Dear Y/N,

It seems that you are quite surprised by the fact that I replied to your email rather than an assistant. Well, it’s quite obvious really, since you sent your ‘words of encouragement’ to my personal email. Not my business one, not the one that is run by my actual assistant. But it’s okay. I really enjoy talking to you. I really do.

If you don’t mind (and I’m not being a creep at all, and you can reject this invitation by simply not replying) would you be down for some coffee? Maybe this Saturday? I know from your location that you’re situated in Seoul. Email me your number? Will that be okay?

Thank you, again. For everything.

Sincerely,

Yoongi

There were, in total, three times in which you felt the the happiest. 1) When your mother decided to surprise you by appearing at your dorm holding a whole carry on filled with side dishes and beer. 2) When you realized that you had been accepted to your dream university. 3) When the school’s journalism team decided to recruit you as their editor.

Yet nothing could top this one. Not even free side dishes and beer. Because it’s Min Yoongi and he invited you for coffee this Saturday, and you’re not busy at all; for once, you thought, the world had turned upon its axis and decided to give you good news.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

Dear Yoongi,

Yes, yes I’d love to go out for coffee.

I’ll send you my number in the next email. On Saturday. See you there.

All the love,

Y/N

Saturday came quicker than you thought. You had woken up with such an apparent smile that morning that even your roommate could tell what was happening.

‘A date? With who? That writer?’

‘What? No.’

‘He might be a creep, just saying,’ she said half-jokingly, though you knew that deep down, there was an honest worry in her voice.

‘He’s not!’ You replied as you threw a shirt at her, half-jokingly, although just like her, there was still an undertone of worry in your voice.

But you kept that to yourself.

The cafe he suggested was not far from your dorm, only a couple of blocks away. And just like that, there you were, a couple of seconds away from meeting Min Yoongi and knowing all the nooks and crannies of his thoughts.

The cafe was crowded, filled with mostly university students trying to finish their papers before their assigned deadlines, some were just sitting with their friends chatting away, and then you saw him. Dressed in a black turtle neck, with his black coat lying next to him, a book in his hands and a pair of glasses on his face. To say that he looked beautiful was an understatement. He was alluring — the way he was reading that book, it was as if he was devouring every part of the book word by word trying to understand what the author was trying to say through every sentence — it didn’t help that he was holding one of your favorite books.

‘Jane Eyre?’ Was the first thing you say to him before he jolted his head up.

‘Sorry?’ Was his reply.

‘Min Yoongi, right?’ You hoped you were right, although you pretty much knew how he looked like from the amount of research you did on your way here. The possibility of him being a creep had scared you. And the result was another speedy google search of Min Yoongi.

One thing for sure, he was way more beautiful in person. The kind of beautiful that made you want to look twice. Didn't help that he had written something so beautiful and yet so bereft at the same time.

‘How do you know it’s me?’

‘I did a google search on you right before I came here,’ your all too honest confession had caught him off guard. Then he smiled.

‘You must be Y/N? Nice to meet you,’ his eyes diverted to yours, a set of brown eyes were now your center of attention.

‘How are you sure I’m Y/N?’

‘Well, the first thing you said instead of ‘Hi, I’m Y/N’ was ‘Jane Eyre?’ and then you sat down and honestly, I’m just using up my luck right now. Thank God, I was right,’ you chuckled at his response.

‘How do you like Jane Eyre so far?’

‘Brontë is a literary genius. I love this book, I’ve read it more than twice,’ he put down the book and sipped on his cup coffee. You could see the glint in his eyes, it was almost too evident, how happy he was. Whether it was because of the book or the company — you liked to think that it was the latter, but just like him, you adored Charlotte Brontë and just the thought of Jane Eyre made you smile like a little girl.

‘God, you’re such a writer,’ he nodded to your statement. And you could feel the evident blush showing on your cheeks. You also could’ve sworn you saw a bit of red on his face too. But then again — it might have just been caused by the cup of steaming hot coffee in his hands.

‘Apollo?’

‘Yes?’

‘I don’t want to lose you, ever. But the fact that it’s uncertain — both for you and me. The fact that all this might just come crashing down. It’s scaring me a whole lot.’

‘Come here, baby,’ Elaine then sits closer to him, laying her head on top of his chest, resulting in all their clothes laying on the floor and the almost too loud moans coming from their room.

‘Fuck, I love you,’ is the first thing that comes out Apollo’s mouth when he’s on top of her, rocking back and forth to a barely breathing Elaine.

It’s the first time he’s ever said it.

‘I love you too, Fuck, I love you too,’ is the first time she says it back.

It happened very quickly. By then, your clothes were all in his living room, his were on the floor, and he’s on top of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear whilst putting his hands on every part of your body which led to his mouth kissing every inch of your skin.

He was good. He was too fucking good.

‘Fuck, Yoongi,’ was the last thing you said before his body came crashing next to yours. His breathing was uneven and your heart was beating too quick. The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was his hands pulling you closer to him and a,’I don’t want you to disappear like Elaine did,’ but before you could hear his all too honest statement, your eyes were already fluttered shut and into dream land you went.

By the morning, he was gone. You didn’t dare question him, after all, he had always been a mystery, even to you.

It was on a Monday morning when he appeared on your doorstep. A disheveled mess had made its way to his hair and he had smelt a bit like vodka. You had taken him in, your roommate was out of town and it seemed as if it was the perfect timing for him to appear.

And it was.

‘What’s wrong?’ He was sitting on the edge of your bed, his expensive black leather shoes were now tossed under your bed and his brown coat was now laying on your bed and he looked lifeless. As if the world had sucked all his soul out and all that was left was his body and a pair of blood shot eyes.

‘Do you remember when you first emailed me about ‘Intuition’ and asked me why I ended the book in the shittiest way possible and why I decided to make Elaine cheat?’

‘Yes, of course I do,’ how could you even forget?

‘Well, you remember how I replied right? I was being all philosophical and shit. Trying to justify my abrupt ending. And remember how I told you that love doesn’t always end the way Cinderella’s did, how it’s more ‘genuine’ if it was a sad ending?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well I lied,’ you were sitting in front of him, on the floor, facing his knees — and you could hear a hint of sadness in his voice.

‘What do you mean you lied?’

‘It’s not that I was trying to portray a genuine love story. It’s not that I was trying to be different — that book was my coping mechanism. It was my closure, writing that book was my closure. Fuck, what happened to Apollo had happened to me too,’ tears were making its way out of your eyes, his eyes were already wet and you just couldn’t help yourself from holding him.

You had your ways of coping. He did too; but you didn’t think that it would be something he decided to publish and let the whole world see. Just the thought of that immense amount of bravery and recklessness he had scared the living shit out of you.

‘I’m so sorry. I really had no idea. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I complained. Fuck, Yoongi, I had no idea,’ and you both laid down on your all too small queen sized bed until the late morning, and this time, he didn’t leave.

Instead, he said, ‘morning, baby,’ and intertwined his lips with yours.

It was in breakfast when you asked him about what happened the night before.

‘Who was she? If you don’t mind me asking, that is,’ his head jerked up.

‘What do you mean?’

‘You know, the Elaine to your Apollo. Who was the girl?’ It wasn’t that you needed to know, it wasn’t that you were the jealous girlfriend trying to get back at his ex, it wasn’t that you loved him. It wasn’t. It wasn’t, it wasn’t, it wasn’t. But did it help that without even knowing her name you already hated her with every fibre of your being?

‘I met her in University. We dated for a few years. I think I was 22 when I found out. I was visiting her dorm and she had no idea I was in town. What happened next? I’m sure you can tell. And her name was Sooyoung,’ his far too nostalgic confession had caught you off guard. But it wasn’t about the fact that you now knew who she was. It was the fact that he trusted you enough to be honest with you.

Everything that happened after that was far too magical for you to recount them one by one. But it was at a random book store visit when he first declared his love to you.

‘Should I go with Orwell or Woolf?’ You held two books to his face.

‘Hmmm, I say go with ‘The Waves’. But to be quite honest, I think you should get ‘Persuasion’ instead. Anne reminds me a lot of you,’ he chuckled and handed you the hard cover.

‘How come? You mean I’m old and not beautiful?’

‘No, I meant that you’re almost too good for me. For anyone, in that matter. And you’re constant. Austen portrayed Anne to be very mature in her nature. You’re basically the younger, more beautiful, and realer version of Anne Elliot,’ you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

‘Well that’s very sweet of you to have compared me to such an iconic character. That’s really, really sweet of you. You do have a lot in common with Captain Wentworth.’

‘I’m just glad you didn’t compare me to Sir Walter,’ he sat down on one of the stools in the old creaky book store.

‘Seriously though. Your bravery, it’s almost uncanny. And he’s incredibly swoon worthy, I mean who the hell says, ‘You pierce my soul, I am half agony, half hope’?’

‘Well, Y/N, you pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. And I love you,’ you diverted your eyes from the book shelf to the man that was now standing behind you, too close that you could almost hear the faint sound of him breathing.

‘He didn’t say that. He didn’t say ‘I love you’.’

‘Well, yes. That’s because I said that. I love you. What? Don’t you?’

‘Don’t I what?’ You were both standing so close, his hands were on the creaky book shelf behind you. Your breath hitched.

But before he could reply, you breathily said, ‘I love you, Yoongi. I love you. I love you. I love you,’ and then he kissed you and you could've sworn you felt a smile on his lips.

It was in the winter when things came to a halt. Because as seasons change, so does feelings. And on a random December night, the universe decided that you have had enough and heart break was what came after that.

‘You did what?’ Your eyes were red, blood shot.

‘I met up with Sooyoung and she kissed me. And I kissed her back. And I just, things happen, you know? It just happened,’ and it was in that moment that you realized just how fucked up the universe could be. It was uncanny, how reality had woven itself into the fiction world that he had created. That without him realizing it, he committed a sin that he had sworn himself to not ever commit. That without him realizing it, he bad become the Elaine to your Apollo. All too beautiful and alluring yet ruined whatever it was you both had created on a random night with some other girl who had broken his heart.

It was strange how life worked.

‘Get the hell out of my room!’ You shouted at him, resulting in him walking away. And it was almost too casual. Too awfully casual that it seemed like a habit. God forbid it was.

You tried forgiving him. Dammit you tried. But he had broken your heart and all that was left for you to do was to pick up the pieces and let him go. As he said, some love stories just doesn’t end in happily ever afters.

You were no Cinderella; he was no Prince Charming. And fairy god mothers don't exist, at least not in the real world.

‘Hey, Elaine, would you ever cheat on me?’ Apollo realizes just how stupid that question must be. But curiosity does have its ways of ruining memorable moments.

‘What? No, of course not.’

‘What if you found someone who writes sonnets about you better than I can ever muster up?’ He doesn’t want to hear the answer.

‘Isn’t love all about letting go?’ (I should have known, I should have known.)

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