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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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party on you (explicit)

genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT with an extremely small side of fluff lol

pairing: hoseok x reader

summary: the only thing stronger than your social anxiety is your big dumb crush on hoseok - and you're certainly not expecting it when he tells you the real reason he threw this album release party.

word count: 9.8k

contains: explicit sexual content aka PORN !!!! idol-verse, literally takes place at the JITB album release party, friends to lovers, erotic hand holding, they're both cute and dumb, a studio hookup 👀 dirty talk, thigh riding, cunnilingus, a single pussy slap lol, taint touching (?), HOBI EATS ASS, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, throat fucking, reader gets a facial, and a lil bit of cum eating, it's cute 😌

A/N: so, hi, i went to hobipalooza lmao. this is actually lowkey a songfic ??? charli xcx was one of the earlier acts on hobi's stage and. my god. seeing her live was a religious experience, and when she performed party 4 u i was like hnnnhghg this should be a fic. and now it is !!!! and i hope u enjoy 🥺🥺 i tried some new stuff in here, both soft and freaky lmao so i'm nervy to share!!! as always your support and feedback means the world to meeeee ok ilysomuch bye~

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You collapse back against the cushions of your couch with a soft whine of distress.

The whole thing is really so ridiculous. You told yourself when this started that you could be chill about it. People get crushes every day. It doesn’t have to be a huge fucking deal. You’re a sane, rational adult, perfectly capable of admiring a man quietly from afar while doing your best to be a good friend to him.

And, yes, maybe also obsessing a little too much over what to wear when you hang out, and what to post on Instagram in case he might see it, and dear god, how long his hair is getting. All normal crush things.

But now, as you press your phone to your chest with both hands and sigh forlornly, you wonder if it might actually be possible to yearn yourself to death. To like somebody so much that your heart just fucking explodes. If anyone could be capable of inciting spontaneous combustion, it is absolutely Jung Hoseok.

And he wants you to come to his big fancy party– has specifically sent a day-of reminder text, like you didn’t already receive a formal invitation weeks ago.

You purse your lips, fighting to keep a smile off your face despite being alone in your apartment where no one can perceive you. Hoseok is always so good at keeping in touch, even when he’s in an insanely busy season of his life. You can picture him now, probably bustling around his place in a robe, getting ready while simultaneously sending everyone their own personalized message.

Everyone– when you last chatted about the party, he rattled off enough of the guest list for you to know that easily half the industry will be there tonight. And even Lizzo has gushed about how great of a texter he is. You try to ease yourself off the ledge with the comforting thought that this has to be just one courtesy text of dozens, his pretty painted thumbnails working overtime to send gratuitous emojis out to every idol in the city.

And somehow also to you. Because your big fat crush made you stupid enough to say yes to what is arguably your worst nightmare: A party full of cool famous people, where you will know no one except the guest of honor.

Skipping the party is not an option becomes your internal refrain as the hours tick by. You have to remind yourself of this even more emphatically when you wind up on the floor of your bedroom, having tried on every article of clothing in your closet and having decisively hated it all.

Skipping the party is not an option, you think again, grabbing your phone to check the clock. Your heart sinks when you realize how much time you’ve wasted being an anxious wreck– you had planned to be ready to leave five minutes ago, not laying half-naked on the floor, hair and makeup still undone.

But skipping the party is not an option. A pre-party cry, however, might be on the table.

Pushing yourself up to sit on your heels, you force the tears back while you aimlessly sort through a pile of clothes. You’re barely looking at what’s in front of you, but you pause to do a double-take as your hand passes over a particularly enjoyable texture.

When you manage to extract the item, you realize it’s a dress you’d forgotten about entirely– something a friend made you buy a lifetime ago that you’ve never worn because you’ve always been uncomfortable with how short it is. But it’s smooth baby pink satin, and as different from your usual as it may be, you recall not being mad about the way it stuck to your curves like water.

Fuck it. You’re already late, and if there’s ever a party where you can take a fashion risk, it’s one thrown by Hoseok. You can only imagine what he might have on tonight; it honestly wouldn’t surprise you if he showed up in the same fucking dress.

The thought of seeing him is enough to make your heart leap in your chest, and you do your best to speed through your usual makeup and hair routine despite the way your hands are starting to tremble. By the time you grab your purse and make it out the door, you’re thirty minutes late. That thirty minutes quickly stretches into a full hour before you’re stepping off the elevator onto the 19th floor of HYBE headquarters, feeling like an asshole.

Gorgeous idols and various other famous people stream in around you, dressed in clothes that appear casual but you’re sure cost double your monthly rent payment, looking less than unbothered about showing up late. You do your best to slip in unnoticed and stick to the perimeter of the massive room, feeling like an absolute fraud.

Thankfully it’s only a few steps before you find a table taken up entirely by pre-filled flutes of champagne, and you eagerly grab one, mostly just grateful for something to do with your hands.

It occurs to you how little you know about celebrity culture, because the party doesn’t even seem to have started yet: early 2000s R&B is bumping through the speakers, and it feels like every few minutes the elevator chimes to let another group of people trickle into the space. You find an unoccupied section of wall to lean against as you sip your drink slowly, hoping that if you try hard enough, you might actually manage to become one with the wallpaper.

Tipping your head back for another sip of champagne, you nearly choke at an unexpected voice from over your shoulder.

“You look like you hate parties as much as I do.”

You manage to not inhale your drink, instead giving a polite smile as your eyes drift across the crowded room. You’re too nervous to immediately steal a glance at whoever is speaking to you, though you’re sure it just makes you seem rude. “Hate isn’t exactly it.” You have nothing against parties, or people who enjoy them. “I just… haven’t figured out what I’m supposed to be doing, exactly.”

“I think talking to people is generally expected,” the voice quips. “So, hey, you’re doing great already. Keep it up and they might even think you’re an extrovert.”

You exhale a soft laugh, a slight heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck.

“But Hobi said I didn’t have to meet and greet if I didn't want to. So I’m taking that as full permission to enjoy free alcohol and read webtoons on my phone.”

Your gaze snaps over at the familiar nickname, and your mouth goes dry as you realize you’ve been casually conversing with none other than Kim Seokjin, who is absentmindedly fiddling with the thin green strap of the bag slung over his shoulder.

Fuck. Embarrassing yourself in front of random famous people was exactly what you were trying to avoid when you picked this wall to lean against. You’d figured the other members would all be out mingling in the center of things, not hiding in a corner. Who knew celebrities were just like you?

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammer, immediately dropping your gaze to avoid making eye contact when Jin looks up. He probably assumed you’d sidled up next to him on purpose, like some kind of creepy fan. “I’ll leave you alone, I actually really didn’t mean to–”

You glance up again only to realize Jin is laughing, shoulders shaking slightly.

“Wow, I’m so bad at this. That wasn’t me telling you to fuck off. I was just trying to sympathize.” He gestures lazily towards the stage at the front of the room. “Thankfully it looks like you don’t have to suffer my conversation any longer.”

A Jack in the Box graphic has started to flash, projected onto the screen. After a few seconds, the image stills, and a spotlight clicks on, following Hoseok as he emerges from backstage. You lean forward to set your drink on the closest table so you can join in the applause for him.

Hoseok looks as effortlessly cool as he always does, but even more so tonight, like someone has cranked his charisma up to the max setting. A real fucking popstar, a rockstar, even: baggy clothes, multiple layers of necklaces, chunky black boots, dark hair pushed back with a few strands falling into his eyes. He somehow even manages to make wearing sunglasses indoors look cool– probably because they’re immediately offset by the wide, sweet grin of his mouth as he addresses the crowd. You can hear that he’s nervous by how hard he’s trying to keep his voice even, and it’s enough to make you feel the flutter of butterfly wings in your throat.

As you pick your drink back up for another sip, you can’t help but wonder if Jin can literally see the hearts in your eyes, or a nervous little teardrop floating above your head like an anime character. You do your best to hide your smile behind your glass.

“J-Hope is pretty cool, huh?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, answering Jin’s question with a shy nod.

Hoseok descends the stage as the lights lower, and then the album intro is starting and there’s no more time for conversation. You watch from across the room as he drops down on the large built-in stairs next to Jungkook, who immediately wraps a supportive arm around his waist while Hoseok laughs like he’s embarrassed. You’ve always been in total awe of the way Hoseok can light up and command the energy of a room easily, then squirm away from it at the next second.

Jin gets waved over and gives you a small nod as he departs, and then you’re alone again with the champagne in your hand and the wall against your back and Hoseok’s music thrumming through your nervous system.

The album is nothing like you expected– you didn’t know what to expect, really– and you absolutely love it. You’ve always felt like you have a stupidly limited vocabulary when it comes to talking about music, particularly around Hoseok, but even you can manage to string together the thought that these songs are fucking special.

But then again, so is he.

In what feels like the blink of an eye Hoseok is taking the stage again to giggle through his thanks, bent slightly at the waist in overwhelmed appreciation, and then the pop playlist is switched back on and the lights are dimmed and you suddenly feel your palms start to slick up against your champagne flute.

You can’t help but wonder what the fuck you’re supposed to do now.

The obvious choice would be to finally go talk to Hoseok, but of course, he’s the man of the hour, so every other person in the room seems to have the same idea. You choose to hang back and watch as he weaves through the growing crowd, putting on a bored expression to pose for pictures, laughing excitedly as people shake his hand and speak to him in hushed tones, and flashing thumbs ups and peace signs left, right and center.

It looks exhausting, you think to yourself with a small smile. And this is why you’re not famous.

For the second time tonight someone manages to sneak up on you, and this time it’s accompanied with a gentle call of your name. You nearly drop your drink as you whip around.

When you find yourself face-to-face with Park Jimin, it takes a few seconds for you to remember how to close your mouth. What is going on?

“I thought that was you.”

You double-blink, unable to find any words at all. You have never met this man before in your life. Seen him dozens of times on your TV screen, sure, but certainly never formally introduced.

“I’m Jimin,” he says, and you have to swallow the urge to giggle in his face because, yeah, no shit.

“Hi, Jimin.”

“Hoseok is going to be excited that you’re here.” Jimin scrunches his face up a little, like he knows he shouldn’t be telling you this. “He kept asking me if I thought you would show or not. He really wouldn’t shut up about it.”

You find yourself stammering again, trying to figure out how the hell to respond. Why, out of everyone on the guest list, would Hoseok be concerned about you? And he’s talked to Jimin about you enough for him to know who you are, that he can recognize you on sight alone? Your head starts to spin, despite the fact that you’re only halfway through your glass of champagne.

“Since you don’t like parties,” Jimin says, like it’s common knowledge, as if it’s totally normal for this very busy and famous kpop idol to keep tabs on your socialization preferences.

You nod dumbly. “I, yeah. I’m just not very good at them.”

Jimin nods, pushing up the sleeves of his white Chanel sweater. “You just have to get comfortable with talking to people about boring shit. Did you try the food?”

You shake your head– the very thought is enough to make you feel a little sick. “I get, like, a nervous stomach?” You hate that it comes out like a question when it clearly isn’t.

“Aish, you and Hoseok are so alike,” Jimin rolls his eyes, hands on hips, but you can see he’s smiling a little. “I haven’t been able to get him to eat anything all day. And we ordered so much food, I don’t even know why. Like half the people in this room aren’t on fucking diets.”

“Jimin-ah!”

Both of your heads snap up at the sound of Namjoon’s voice from the other side of the room, distorted slightly by the thudding bass.

“Ahh, they’re doing pictures,” Jimin says with an exaggerated sigh, like it’s just so hard being desirable and photogenic. “Do you want to get a photo?”

You shake your head as emphatically as possible. “No, nope, absolutely not.”

Jimin pauses, squinting at you for a second in a way that makes you think that if you were closer friends, he’d be dragging you across the room regardless of your answer to the question. You watch as he clearly attempts to restrain himself.

“Well, don’t drink too much on an empty stomach, okay? I’ll make you a to-go plate of food before you leave.” He starts to walk backwards away from you, raising his voice a little so you can still hear him. “And please talk to Hoseokie when we’re done! Maybe then he’ll calm the fuck down!”

You can’t hide the smile that blooms across your face, and Jimin wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis before turning around and pressing his way through the crowd to the photo wall.

The members take turns passing Hoseok around, punctuated by the snap of the camera: pinching his cheeks, leaning into him, clinging to his shoulders, wrapping an arm around his neck. You laugh out loud when Taehyung hikes a leg up high on Hoseok’s hip and tips back, a hand draped across his forehead, eyes shut, so fucking dramatic.

Hoseok stares down the camera like a professional, only to immediately dissolve into giggles between shots, tongue poking out between his teeth like he can’t quite handle all the attention. It’s enough to have you nearly fighting for your life.

The members crowd in for a few group shots, posing cutely until Jimin finally waves everyone back off to the dancefloor. He keeps Hoseok behind with one hand gripping his bicep, and your heart drops into your stomach when Jimin leans in to whisper something in Hoseok’s ear.

Oh, fuck.

You try to calm yourself down, reasoning that he could be talking about any number of important things, but then Jimin pulls Hoseok’s sunglasses off his face, turns him unmistakably in your direction, and gives his shoulders a hard push. It’s clear Hoseok doesn’t quite know where he’s going as he stumbles forward and squints at the party lights, so you throw back the last of your champagne for some assistance, set the empty flute on a table, and force yourself to be brave.

You run your palms nervously over the sides of your dress, trying to focus on the feeling of smooth satin as you cross the room to meet him.

“Hobi.” His eyes find yours and you watch as his face, still in party mode— all perfect straight lines and severe grace and supermodel apathy— softens, brightens.

“Oh thank god, you made it,” Hoseok huffs a disbelieving laugh. “Come here.”

He pulls you in for a hug, not the lazy one-armed greetings you’ve seen celebrities give each other all night but a real, solid embrace, both arms crossed firmly over the small of your back. You press your nose into the crook of his neck, the thin fabric of his tank top brushing against your skin. Heat radiates off of him in waves, and he smells so good, like expensive cologne. It’s dizzying.

“Hi,” you murmur, and it’s punctuated with a soft giggle when you realize you’re speaking directly into his collarbone. You move to extract yourself, but his grip tightens.

“Five more seconds,” Hoseok says with another half-laugh, and you gladly allow yourself to melt back into his arms.

He sounds slightly hoarse, you notice, probably from talking all night. You think for easily the millionth time that you have no idea how he does it, but this moment of softness makes you wonder if being the life of the party is a little more difficult than he lets on.

Hoseok hums a little, and the feeling rumbles through your chest, buzzing all the way down to your fingertips like an electric current. When he finally releases you, it’s with a soft sigh, something that almost sounds like reluctance. Your heart backflips at the thought.

The lights flash waves of rainbow color over his face, each one painting his perfect features with a slightly different energy: pink, blue, orange, green. You momentarily forget how to talk, but Hoseok doesn’t miss a beat.

“Are you having fun?”

You nod as decisively as you can. “I’m just awkward, but that’s not your party’s fault.” He giggles, gaze flitting nervously around the room, as you continue. “Seriously, it’s a great party. And I’m not just saying that because you have free booze.”

“Did you want more?” He asks quickly, then seems to think better of it. “Or, well, how much have you had? Do you need water?”

You smile a little despite yourself. “I’m fine, Hobi, thank you. You have better things to do tonight than look after me because I nursed a single glass of champagne. And besides, Jimin already tried to mother hen me earlier.”

A look of serious anguish crosses Hoseok’s face, and he glances back over his shoulder, but Jimin has evaporated into the crowd of beautiful people. “God, I specifically told him to leave you alone.”

You shrug. “It’s not a big deal. He was sweet.”

Hoseok’s gaze lands back on you, and it feels like your chest lights up from the inside out. You almost can’t look directly at him– it’s not unlike staring into the sun. You blink up at him once, twice, more than dazed, and then he laughs again, nose scrunching slightly as if to cringe at himself.

“Agh, I feel awkward. I don’t know what to say.”

You’re smiling, too. “That’s okay,” you say, because it is. You’re perfectly content to just stand here with him, unconcerned with the chaos of the party around you.

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

“And– well, I guess you’ve never been here before, right? Can I give you a tour? I can take you downstairs and show you my studio.”

Your cheeks start to burn from all the questions, from how fixed his gaze is on you. It’s overwhelming. “Hobi, this is literally your party. You should stay here. I was doing fine holding up the wall over there.”

“Come on, I really want to. Please?” He leans in towards you slightly, glancing around as if to make sure he’s not being overheard. When he speaks into your ear, his voice drops to a lower register for privacy, and you can’t ignore the chills that dot up your spine. “I can’t talk to one more person that isn’t you right now.”

You nod, every nerve ending in your body now hyper-aware of how very close he is to you. “If you’re sure. I’d like that.”

“Thank you,” he says softly, and you breathe a soft giggle at how ridiculous it is that he’s the one thanking you at this moment. Before you even realize what he’s doing, his hand finds your hand, delicate fingers intertwining with yours. The skin of his palm is soft and warm. “Let’s go.” He chases the words with a gentle squeeze.

Hoseok leads you into the elevator and presses the button for a lower floor. You’re a little surprised when he slumps back against the wall with a heavy sigh as the doors close, still holding your hand.

“Oh, I’m tired.” He says quietly, almost like he’s talking to himself rather than to you. “It just hit me now. That was a lot.”

You squeeze his hand back, and his eyes flutter open to look at you. You press yourself up against the wall next to him. “You sound like me after any social event. And here I was thinking all night that you made it look so easy.”

Hoseok smiles. “I’m good at faking it. But I always collapse after stuff like this.” His eyes drift away from you and he stares into the empty space in front of him, his expression darkening slightly. “I just really hope they liked it. It’s so hard to tell what people think, or who’s only bullshitting you when they tell you it’s good. I’d rather they be honest with me.”

“Well, if it means anything, I loved it.” You say softly, your eyes searching his face. “And I’m not a bullshitter.”

Hoseok blinks, then nods once, his eyes not meeting yours. “You’re not. I appreciate that.”

The chime of the elevator seems to snap him somewhat out of his headspace, and he tugs on your joined hands to pull you through the doors as they slide open. “It’s just at the end of the hall.”

There’s something about Hoseok that comforts you all the way to your core, laps gently at the edges of your shyness until it recedes a bit. He just makes you feel like you can say anything without fear of judgment. Conversation comes easier with him, like this.

“How do you feel about it?”

“The album?” He asks.

You shrug. “Everything.”

“I’m very nervous,” Hoseok answers immediately with a bright peal of laughter, squeezing your hand again for emphasis. “I’m working really hard but… it all feels like uncharted territory. It’s so different to do it alone.”

His eyes jump from studio door to studio door as he leads you down the hallway. “I don’t know if people are going to like this side of me or the things I have to say. I don’t know if anyone will still care now that it’s just me. And ugh, I’m so unsure about the music festival. I’ve never done a whole show on my own before. I practice so much every day and I still don’t know if I can do it. Or if it will be any good.”

When he stops you outside of the final door at the end of the hallway, he seems to remember himself. “Wow, look at me. You were probably only being polite and I threw so much at you. This is just what goes around in my head. Every day and every night.”

“You sound stressed,” you say softly.

Hoseok purses his lips for a second. “I guess. I just really want to do well. I don’t want to disappoint anyone. I would– what?”

It isn’t until he asks the question, regarding you with a confused expression, that you realize you’re shaking your head. The smile that has crept across your face is a mixture of disbelief and appreciation.

“I’m sorry,” you’re practically laughing. “Please, keep going.”

“No, no, what is that face?”

You chew on the corner of your lip, trying to figure out the best way to word it. “I just… I don’t want to dismiss your concerns, because I absolutely understand all of them. And I would be shitting a brick, no question. But you…” Hoseok’s eyes widen a little as you pause, drinking him in, the way concern tugs down the corners of his mouth. “You just have no idea. No idea what it’s like to watch you from out here. And I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

He pauses as if to consider your words. “What do you see?”

You don’t even have to think about the answer. It feels as steady and honest as the beat of your heart behind your ribs. “I see a fucking star. I see somebody who was born to do exactly what he’s doing. And, I mean, I think being nervous is a good thing, and I don’t say this to try and invalidate how you’re feeling at all. But I don’t see any possible future where you don’t succeed, Hoseok. It’s just... not an option. You’re going to get up there and kill it, I know you are. Because it’s you.”

Hoseok’s hand slips out of yours, and you can feel the warmth of his palms as he presses them to your waist to pull you close. Anticipation sparks through you. His eyes search yours intently, like he’s looking for something. “You really feel that way?”

“Completely. There’s no doubt in my mind.” Your gaze drops to his mouth, the way his full lips are parted slightly, and it occurs to you that maybe you’re talking about more than one thing now. “It feels predestined, to me… I don’t know. Inevitable.”

Hoseok makes a soft noise as he continues to close the distance between you. “Inevitable?” You tilt your chin up towards him, every cell in your body humming. “Like this?”

The way he kisses you is so gentle and sweet, you swear your heart leaps into your throat. You allow a second, maybe two, to move your mouth against his and get lost in it, and then you force yourself to break away, your mind reeling.

“I’m sorry,” he says automatically. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

“Hoseok,” you murmur, eyes squeezing shut as you attempt to navigate the discomfort of being vulnerable. “I– you should know that I really, really like you.”

“Really?”

The shock in his voice makes your eyes snap open again, and you can’t help but make a face of utter disbelief. “I thought it was obvious.”

“Looks like I’m not the only one who doesn’t realize how other people see me. You’re actually very hard to read.” Hoseok slips one hand off of your waist to push down on the door handle behind you, then gestures for you to step through. He keeps talking as he follows in after you, letting the door shut behind him. “I second-guess myself all the time with you. Jimin is so fucking tired of hearing about it.”

“Wow,” you say dumbly. “I had no idea.”

“You didn’t even text me back about tonight! I had no idea if you were coming.”

You start to laugh as the realization washes over you: you’d been so busy sighing forlornly and stressing about what to wear, you’d forgotten to actually reply to his messages.

“Okay, this time was actually an accident. But…” You sweep your gaze over his studio, trying to think. “I don’t know, I just always feel like I’m bothering you. Your life is so big and important. Even now: you should be upstairs being the star of your own party. Not down here with me.”

Hoseok shakes his head immediately. “I don’t want to talk to anyone up there the way I want to talk to you. I was such a wreck today when you didn’t answer.”

You can’t believe what he’s saying, even as he takes a step in towards you, his mouth invitingly close to yours again. “Why? I am quite literally the least important person on the guestlist.”

“Because,” Hoseok pauses for a second, then sighs. “I like you, and I was scared that you’d decided not to come, when I…” He’s practically grinning, and the tell of his scrunched up nose makes you realize– he’s embarrassed. “I threw this whole party just to have an excuse to see you.”

Your jaw drops open. “You what?”

“Please don’t make me say it again.”

“Hobi.” You both start to laugh as you stare in disbelief, trying to process the most ridiculous statement you’ve ever heard in your life. “You could have just called me.”

“I tend to overthink these things.”

He’s close enough that you barely have to move to slide your hands up his chest and grip the lapels of his white button-down.

“I think I can help with that,” you murmur, and then you tug him back down into a kiss that makes your head spin.

The sweet nervousness of your first kiss has been replaced with urgency now, Hoseok’s mouth moving over yours like he’s hungry for it. You tug gently on your fistfuls of his shirt to move him towards you, stumbling backwards until you find purchase against the door of the studio.

Hoseok moves skillfully, tongue licking into your mouth while one of his strong thighs shifts to tease your legs apart and press between them. The quick succession of the two is enough to make your breath hitch, and it seems to encourage him more. The rough denim of his jeans grinds into your center, and your already-short dress has ridden up enough that the pressure drags hot sparks right over your core.

Your jaw goes slack as your focus slips, and you tip your head back against the door with a soft whine, circling your hips for more friction. “Fuck, Hoseok.”

His lips drop down to the exposed skin of your neck. The warmth of his mouth has your back arching, your nipples rubbed into stiff peaks under the thin fabric you couldn’t wear a bra with.

“You look so fucking good tonight,” Hoseok groans. “Driving me crazy in this little dress.”

There’s the soft brush of a hand on your thigh, and he teases the hem of your dress up higher and higher as your hips keep moving; his tongue darts out to lick a languid stripe over your collarbone. His other hand slides up from your waist to cup your breast over satin, deftly rolling the bud of your nipple between his long fingers, pinching with just enough pressure to coax a moan out of you.

“I like the sounds you make. Don’t want you to be shy with me.” Hoseok murmurs over your skin before he starts to suck deliberately at your neck, right on your pulse point. You couldn’t stifle the sound his mouth pulls from you even if you wanted to.

With all your attention drawn to grinding your clit against his leg and the warmth of his palm cupping your breast, your grip on the fabric of his shirt has loosened. Moving in a haze of pleasure, your hands fumble at his denim jacket, attempting to push it down his shoulders. Hoseok pulls back slightly when he realizes what you’re doing, though his fingers still lazily squeeze at your nipple.

“Let me just– hang on–” Hoseok untangles himself from you entirely with a sheepish grin, and you take the moment to collect yourself, your chest heaving in shallow breaths. You can feel the way your panties are soaked through as you press your thighs together, desperate for continued friction.

He’s moving quickly as he slips out of his oversized jacket and button down beneath it. You can clearly see the wheels in his head turning as he lays the pieces over the back of his desk chair, then immediately scrunches his face up as if to think better of it.

“Agh, sorry, sorry, one second–” Hoseok shakes out the jacket, then the shirt, folding both in quick yet precise succession before stacking the neat rectangles together and gently setting them on the small couch next to his desk.

Even in the dim studio lighting you can see his face is flushed pink with embarrassment as he returns to press you back against the door.

“I just– I don’t want wrinkles,” he says softly, and you’re very grateful that you no longer have to suppress the urge to take his face in your hands and kiss him.

“I like you so much,” you giggle into his mouth, and it’s punctuated with a squeak when his hands slide down to firmly grab your ass. The fabric of your dress is so thin that it hardly feels like it’s there at all.

Hoseok must have the same thought, because he releases his grip only for as long as it takes to push the skirt of your dress up over your ass; now there’s nothing separating his fingers from your skin when he squeezes you again.

“Like you,” he agrees, his voice husky. “Want to taste you.” Your core aches for his touch, clenches around nothing when he releases his grip and cracks a hand over the soft flesh of your asscheek.

“Please, Hobi.”

You find his mouth with yours again for a needy taste of a kiss, tongues sliding together. Your arms wrap around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer.

In one swift move he presses you flush against the door, and his hands slip to hitch your legs over his waist before moving back to your ass, hoisting your hips up to properly straddle him. You whimper at the grind of his erection through his jeans, right over your rubbed-sensitive center, and at the thought that he could fuck you just like this, up against this door.

Hoseok’s mouth doesn’t leave yours as he turns and carries you the short distance across the room, hands sliding to your hips so he can set you down on the desk. His lips are full and kiss-bitten red when he pulls back to look at you, pupils blown dark with lust.

“Sure this is okay?”

You meet his gaze, reaching up to dust strands of hair out of his eyes. His mouth chases the heel of your hand so he can press those soft lips into the center of your palm, chaste and sweet.

“It’s so much more than okay,” you murmur.

He’s smiling as he leans forward for another kiss, only pulling back to press his forehead to yours once you’re both breathless. “I have wanted to do this for so fucking long. You have no idea.”

His hands hook under the backs of your thighs to scoot you gently forward until you’re perched at the very edge of his desk, and then he sinks to his knees. Your legs that were slipped around his waist find new purchase thrown over his shoulders and you tense a little when your high heels scrape over his back.

“I can take these off,” you start, but he’s already shaking his head as his palms encourage your thighs apart.

“I like it.”

You’re nearly gasping for breath with anticipation as his long fingers slip under the band of your panties and you lift your hips up so he can pull them down. You manage to extract one leg to drape back over his shoulders, leaving the lacy fabric to dangle off the other as you open up for him.

Hoseok’s thumbs press to either side of your pussy, gently spreading your lips apart to admire how soaked you already are. Anyone else examining you like this would have you squirming away self-consciously, but there’s just something about Hoseok that’s different. You want him to know every part of you fully, intimately.

“God, you are so gorgeous.” His breath is hot over your skin, makes your cunt tighten needily as if to beckon him closer.

You lean back to brace your forearms on the desk behind you and Hoseok’s gaze jumps up to meet yours. He doesn’t drop eye contact as he leans forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to your slit, both of you groaning at the contact.

His mouth moves just as it did against yours, and you let your eyes flutter closed as pleasure sears through you like a hot knife. Hoseok grunts a little, low in his throat when he adds tongue to his kisses, licking softly but deliberately to part your slick folds.

“Hobi,” you whine, rolling your hips up into him as he starts to apply more pressure with his tongue. “Fuck, ah, feels so good.”

Hoseok pulls off of you with a throaty gasp, like maybe he was so focused on eating you out that he didn’t quite remember to keep breathing. When you look down at him, his lips are wet and glossy, spread in a wide smile. “You taste so fucking good.”

You don’t even have time to ask for more before he’s hooking his biceps around your thighs and tugging your hips towards him, pulling you even closer to bury his face between your legs. This time he licks a stripe straight up to your swollen clit, pulling the bud into his mouth to suck on.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, digging your nails into the desk beneath you as sparks shoot through you and your clit twitches in his mouth.

Hoseok hums steadily around you, as if to once again encourage you to be vocal. He starts to nod his head as he sucks, his nose pressed flush against your pubic bone. Your hips fall in time with his rhythm, grinding back down on him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whimper. “Shit, Hobi.” Your voice catches on a dazed, disbelieving laugh. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

He doesn’t let up, squeezing his grip on your thighs that much tighter when you start to quiver beneath him. Your arousal coils tight and hot in your core as he works more not-so-shy noises out of you, breathy moans, needy whines.

You cling desperately to the edge of his desk, teetering equally on the edge of your own release. The wet slick wash of his tongue is lush, decadent, lapping at your clit between pulses of suction, and it’s all too fucking much.

“Yes, Hoseok, fuck!”

You cry out, your heels digging into the hard plane of Hoseok’s back as he works an intense, shuddering orgasm out of you. Your cunt throbs over and over as you come, a rush of arousal painting the crux of your thighs.

When you catch your breath it’s in uneven, shaky gasps, and the movement of your hips sharpens into jolts as you become hypersensitive to Hoseok’s mouth. He releases you almost reluctantly, still hovering close, continuing to dart his tongue out to gently lick up your folds.

“I don’t want to stop,” he says with a shy, blossoming laugh, the light catching the shine of his lips and chin when he glances up at you.

You’re dazed, beyond blissed out, unable to believe that any of this is real. You like him so much.

“Can I keep going?”

Just that sentence is enough to make you tighten all over again with anticipation. “I–” you laugh a little too despite yourself. “I want that. But I think my clit needs a second.”

Hoseok’s touch is featherlight as he circles a digit lower, over your entrance, as if to ask permission. “What about here?” Your pussy lips twitch even under so gentle a touch, but you ache for more; you like that it’s overwhelming.

“Yeah, yes. There, please, fuck,” you babble. He’s added a second finger to tease now, and you whimper when they finally press together into your sensitive cunt.

Hoseok is watching his fingers intently, and you can hear the way your pussy squelches as he pumps them slowly, can feel the tremors of your orgasm still shuddering through you, causing slick to drip from your center. You can only imagine what his view must be like, how you must look: dripping, needy, trembling for him, fingers gripping the desk and head lolling back.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, his voice low and soft, and then he dips his head down to lap below your entrance, tasting the juices that have leaked out of you. He pulls back to smack his other hand over your whole cunt, light enough that you barely feel the tap, but just the visual of it makes you squirm beneath him.

“So cute,” he smiles. His fingers rub circles into your front wall, becoming more insistent, and you breathe in shaky waves as you start to grip tightly around him.

“Hoseok,” you breathe, letting your eyes drop closed. Arousal blossoms through you like a heavy weight, your second climax already building, when you feel his other hand cup the join of your ass and thigh.

A soft whimper spills out of you as Hoseok starts to massage below your entrance, thumb working at a new bundle of nerves, like nothing you’ve ever felt. It’s pleasure that makes you hot all over, makes the muscles in your legs shiver and tense when it’s paired with the crook of his fingers still working your pussy.

“Fuck,” you pant, “Hobi, what are– that feels so–” You’re starting to lose a grip on your words, sentences going incoherent as your head spins. It’s hard to think over all the sensation, the way your body is lit up like a live wire, and the sound of your cunt gushing around him as he fucks into your g-spot.

“Has anyone touched you here before?” He asks softly, thumb tapping at the thin bridge of skin between your pussy and your ass. His head dips down for a chaste kiss there, then a second, adding a languid lap of tongue.

“N-no,” you whimper, toes curling in your shoes as he continues to drag his tongue over this delicate, sensitive place. “Keep going.”

Hoseok pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting him to you, and he lets it loose with a swipe of his hand over his mouth. His fingers slip out of you as he pairs a question with a smile. “Turn over for me?”

Your legs would be shaking even if you weren’t in fancy party heels, and you do your best to be graceful as you unsteadily spin, one arm keeping the fabric of your dress hiked up over your hips.

“Brace yourself on the desk,” Hoseok instructs, and you do, leaning forward until your stomach and forearms are flush with the wood, your bare ass hanging off the desk, presented for him. You spread your legs apart again and can feel the way your pussy drools arousal down your thighs. “That’s it,” he coaxes.

His fingers massage firmly into the flesh of your asscheeks, and your back arches up as you groan at the feeling. He spreads you just a little, enough for cool air to tease at your slick center; your hips wiggle towards him on instinct.

“Pretty back here, too,” he murmurs. “Tell me how it feels, okay? Won’t do it if you don’t like it.”

You clench for him in both places, even your fists grip tight in the fabric of your dress. “I’ll like it. Please, baby.”

“Baby,” Hoseok repeats back with a shy exhale. “I like that. I like you.” He leaves a sweet kiss pressed halfway up your thigh.

“Hobi–” you choke out a whine of his name as his breath ghosts over you, hands still firmly keeping you spread. His tongue returns to your perineum again, licking a hot, slow stripe that keeps moving up, up, until you feel the tease of warmth and wetness over your ass. “Oh, fuck.”

You’re so sensitive here, just the lightest drag of his tongue over your rim makes you moan, feet kicking listlessly as pleasure shudders through you.

“It’s good–” you manage to whimper, voice muffled slightly as your forehead drops against the desk, too, your whole body pinned down by his mouth. “–ngh, really good, Hobi.” Your cunt throbs when he does it again, as he falls into a consistent pace of long, steady laps that set off fireworks behind your eyes.

The ache in your core begs for touch, friction, and you oblige needily, tucking a hand under the weight of your hips pressed into the desk, a sweat-slicked palm for your mouth-wet clit.

Hoseok doesn’t miss a thing. It’s only for a second that he pulls off of you, but you whine at the loss of his tongue, sated slightly by the gentle brush of his lips over the small of your back. “Gonna get yourself off while I eat you out?”

You grind a circle down with your hips, hissing at the white-hot pulse against your hand. “Yes, baby, please.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement to dive back in, fingers gripping harder to spread you and tongue licking deliberately, tracing patterns that work more arousal out of your pussy. You’re unraveling fast from humping against your palm, hips jolting forward to make your clit twitch and backwards to press towards Hoseok’s mouth.

You’re already wound so tight that you’re too desperate for words, reduced instead to little breathless gasps– “ah, ahh”– as you speed up the rub of your hand, your hips. Hoseok’s tongue never falters, firm pressure laved over and over your sensitive, flexing ass.

With a soft hum of effort, you feel him press a little harder, tongue barely dipping in past your tight ring of muscle, and the sweet stretch of it is the final push you need.

You roll your clit just right over your palm a final time and then you’re shaking and moaning as everything starts to pulse. The all-over clench pushes a fresh wave of fluid from your cunt, rolling down the backs of your thighs, fat droplets of arousal that Hoseok chases with sloppy kisses as the waves of your orgasm shudder through you.

It takes a moment before you can say anything, do anything, limbs too heavy and brain too fucked-out dumb. You do your best to slide gracefully off the desk, but your legs shake with aftershocks that betray you, and you stumble.

Hoseok is quick to wrap his arms around you and guide your hips down to the floor next to him. You collapse in a heap of giggles, him tangled over your waist, the skirt of your dress still pushed up, your bare ass on his studio carpet.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok laughs, and you bury your face in the fabric of his tank top as an answer, not convinced your coherency has returned to you yet.

“Too good,” you murmur, words slurring. “Fucked me too good.”

“You’re so hot.” You can tell he’s blushing just by the tone of his voice, and you start to come to a little, slow-blinking back to reality and rolling over to look up at him. His dark eyes shine as he smiles. You don’t want to come all the way down from this dazed, happy place yet, you realize, and you curl a finger into the loop of his jeans, tugging him closer.

“My turn.” Your hands start to fumble to undo his belt buckle. His jeans are oversized, but not enough to obscure the print of his hard cock pressed against his thigh.

“Let me take you home,” he says softly, running a fingertip along your jaw. “This should be– I want you to be comfortable. I want it to feel good.”

“It all feels good,” you say earnestly, sitting up to tug at the button of his jeans, undeterred. “And you can take me home. But you’ve been so good to me, Hobi.” You manage to work his fly open, and you lift your gaze to meet him. “Let me be good to you.”

You resume your work, wriggling Hoseok’s jeans down his thighs until his hands cover yours and he takes over, stripping himself of his shoes as well. He reaches back between his shoulder blades to pull his tank top over his head, and your eyes sweep over his body, taking in his lithe figure and smooth, hard muscles. You trail the tips of your fingers down the defined lines of his chest.

“Fuck,” Hoseok starts to smile self-consciously, one hand drifting over his dick straining against tight black briefs with a slightly darker spot in the center where he’s left a kiss of precum on the fabric. “I don’t have any condoms here.”

You sit up on your knees in front of him, considering this. “Use my mouth.” The high of your orgasm has subsided enough now that you’re not quite shameless anymore, and heat blooms in your face as you continue. “Like, fuck my throat.”

He tries and fails to suppress a groan, and his delicate hands reach to cup either side of your face, thumbs rubbing circles into the hinge of your jaw. “You–” he laughs softly. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“I mean it,” you say simply.

“But you really want to?”

You nod, half play-acting your shyness now, letting your lashes flutter as you blink up at him. “I’ve done it before. I like it.”

“Fuck,” Hoseok breathes. “I want to do everything you like.”

“Please?” You ask sweetly, and Hoseok is already getting to his feet, one hand still cupping your jaw.

“Pretty,” he murmurs, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “So pretty when you beg to suck my cock.” You’re smiling, your fingers slipping under his waistband to slide his briefs down his legs.

“Take your dress off, baby,” Hoseok instructs as he steps back to finish pulling off his underwear. “Don’t wanna ruin it.”

You do as you’re told, staying on your knees to pull it over your head, your heart squeezing again when he takes it from you and treats it as gently as his own clothes. It’s oddly domestic to watch him fold the smooth fabric with shaking hands, naked except for his jewelry, his hard dick leaking against his stomach.

When he turns back to you, you take the opportunity to properly admire him. His cock is as flushed and gorgeous as the rest of him, thick and dripping wet from his tip. You duck down to press a kiss to the sensitive spot under his head, then slide your lips up to gloss over his slit, slicking your mouth with his precum.

You look up at him, hands gripping the backs of his thighs; Hoseok’s eyelids are heavy with lust as he watches you work, tongue toying at the corner of his mouth. He groans a little as you pop just the head into your mouth and swirl your tongue over it, tasting the salt of him.

His hand slides to the back of your head, tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck, and his adam’s apple jerks in his throat as he swallows.

“Tap my foot if you need to stop.” Hoseok’s voice is quiet but firm, and his socked toes wiggle, brushing against your knee pressed into the carpet. “Okay?”

You hum your acknowledgement and maintain eye contact as he holds you still and slides his cock into your mouth. He starts off at a gentle pace, and you hollow your cheeks around him, pressing your tongue flat so it drags over his shaft as he starts to pump in and out of you.

As much as you want him in control, there’s a part of you that can’t help yourself– you lean forward, eyes fluttering closed, wanting to prove to him how much you can take. The head of his cock starts to stretch down your throat and you focus on breathing steady through your nose, your muscles jumping around him in a half-swallow.

“Fuck,” Hoseok groans, his voice dark and rough-edged. You can feel drool starting to leak out of your mouth, and the mess just makes it better. “You take it so well.”

His hips keep rolling, withdrawing his cock into the heat of your mouth only to push it back down the tight clutch of your throat. It gets easier as he starts to move faster, the weight of him pressing bright on your gag reflex in shorter and shorter bursts. It’s just enough to make tears well up in your eyes. They eventually spill over, staining your cheeks until your face is slick and wet, like the sounds of him hitting the back of your throat, all of it obscene and hot.

The hand in your hair tightens as he pulls you all the way down on his shaft until your nose is flush with his abdomen and your throat bulges, filled with him. He holds you there, eyes roaming hungrily over your face.

“You look so sweet with my cock down your throat, baby.”

The hum of agreement you try makes you gag a little, and he quickly releases, pulling out to let you gasp for air. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you smile up at him, dazed, and catch your breath.

“Was that too much?” His brows pinch together slightly with concern. You wipe a hand over your nose and shake your head.

“I want more, Hobi,” you purr, moving your face back towards his dick. You lean forward to lazily drag your tongue up his shaft for emphasis. “Want you to come on my face,” you admit as you fix your gaze on him.

You swear you feel his knees almost buckle when you take him in your mouth again.

“You are so fucking sexy,” Hoseok practically growls, hand returning to the nape of your neck. He pushes himself back down your throat and starts to pick up the pace. You want him all and take it easily now, drool slicking your neck and chest when you swallow around his length.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, and you can feel his cock twitch on your tongue as he fucks roughly into your mouth, chasing his orgasm. “Oh my god.”

Hoseok’s grip on your hair goes slack and he pulls out, hand pumping fast over his drool-glossed cock. He tips his head back, exposing the column of his throat with a heady whine when he starts to come. You’re up on your knees and ready for it, nose bumping his fist, face presented for him to paint. Warm spurts of cum hit your cheeks, tongue, lips, and you giggle a little as you try to hold still, as he makes another throaty grunt of effort and release.

“Shit,” he hisses as the movements of his hand slow, as he works out the last of it, stray drips already trailing down your neck, between the valley of your breasts. “Fuuuck.” His breathing is ragged, and you press a wet kiss to the tip of his dick as he recovers.

He’s clearly already focused on the mess he’s made of you, spinning in a dazed semi-circle before reaching to grab a box of tissues off of the desk. His bare knees thud on the carpet as he sinks down next to you.

You’re surprised when he leans in to kiss you, humming softly against your mouth, tongue even darting out to lick at the cum that drips off your lips. You smile into it, teeth gently grazing over his bottom lip.

“Hi,” he huffs a laugh as he leans back. “Was that okay? Not too much?”

You shake your head. “I liked it,” you say again, though your voice comes out a little hoarse. “Wouldn’t have asked for it if I didn’t. I like you. I–” your breath hitches slightly with nerves, and it’s funny to you, that it’s easy to ask him to fuck your throat, but hard to talk about the bigger feelings underneath. It’s more intimate, somehow, to be earnest. “You always worry so much about everyone else. I just want to take care of you.”

“You can.” Hoseok’s voice is gentle and warm. “We both can.” He pulls a tissue loose from the box, hovering close to you. “Let me clean you up.”

You’re too blissed out to stop yourself from giggling. “You have a whole party to get back to.” You nod dumbly at the verity of your own statement as he uses tissues to wipe cum and drool off your face, tear stains and smudged makeup from your cheeks.

“This,” he swipes a thumb down over your bottom lip, chases it with another quick kiss, “was so much better than a fucking party.” He adds the last of the dampened tissues to the small pile he’s made on the floor, tilting your jaw with his hand to inspect his work, to ensure perfection as he does with everything. “But I probably don’t have much longer before people start looking for me.”

“You should go,” you say quietly, trying to ignore the drop in your stomach.

His hand slips into yours for the second time tonight. “Will you come with me? I know it’s not really your thing.”

You falter momentarily– not because you don’t want to, but you can’t shake your own self-consciousness, this sense that you don’t belong here, rubbing elbows with all these famous people. But it’s hard to feel like any of that matters with the way Hoseok is looking at you, the soft turn of his lips in a barely-there smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Very.” He gives your hand an affirming squeeze. “Do I need to remind you that this entire party is literally for you?”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes at his antics despite the laugh that bubbles up in your throat. “I still can’t believe you. What is this, The Great Gatsby?”

His laugh is high and sweet, hand untangling from yours to wrap both arms around your waist, and he pulls you into his chest, bare skin on bare skin, hearts beating together. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Hobi,” you relent. “I’ll go back with you. Besides, Jimin promised to feed me.”

You can feel Hoseok’s smile as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Come on, then. I promise it’ll be fun. If we get Jungkook drunk enough he’ll probably start dancing on the stage.”

“Now that I have to see.”

#hoseok smut #hoseok x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #hoseok x y/n

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[ THE EPILOGUE: .. AND KEEP YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER ]

spider-man! ethan landry x black cat! reader

#SYNOPSIS— ethan goes to museums a little too often, you ramble about paintings, and you think ethan sleeps like the dead.

#CONTAINS— enemies to lovers, slowburn, antihero&vigilante reader, familial issues, implication of ptsd, gore, blood, murder, death, reader is overly flirtatious

#AUTHORSNOTE— i'm lowkey emotional that this series is over, thank you all for the continuous support xx

ACT I, ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV, ACT V, EPILOGUE

the museum was bustling with people; to be expected, as it was a saturday. fall hung heavy over new york, teetering between the edge of winter, allowing the leaves to finally fall after they changed to red. a strong gust of cool wind made him tug his jacket closer around his body, shivering to himself as he hurried up the stairs of the metropolitan museum. even after months of living in new york, ethan never truly got used to that.

he murmured soft 'sorry's and 'excuse me's' under his breath as he passed the entry way, walking by the families and students that were walking every which way. during moments like these, he was truly reminded of just how many people live their own separate lives, and he knew that there was a word for it— he just couldn't remember it at the moment.

ethan regretfully hadn't gone into any of new york's museums at all ever since he moved. he couldn't lie and say he wasn't sure why he was here now, only two and a half weeks since everything happened, spending time walking in such a busy area instead of recuperating in his dorm.

he knew why he was here.

and like he always did for four days now, ethan walked towards the painting exhibit. for four days, this had been his routine; travel to the metropolitan museum, walk to the painting exhibit, and stare. and wait. and watch.

he hadn't seen you ever since you were discharged by the hospital. he visited you of course, sitting by the side of your unconscious body, talking to you about your day as though you would respond wittily. but four days ago, ethan showed up like he always did at the hospital and found your bed empty.

he wished he didn't react as panicked as he did. no one had seen you on campus since then, and as much as ethan wanted to visit you at your apartment, he knew you needed time. and while he gave you time, he'd go to your favorite spot and sit there, expecting something that was only a feeling in his gut.

it wasn't the word of his spider senses or his superpowers. it was just plain old ethan going with his instincts.

he sat on his usual bench, setting down his backpack as he sighed. his wounds had healed long ago (the perks of being a superhero), but they left behind prominent scars that ethan hated thinking about. the mere thought of them made them ache as though he was experiencing the pain again.

he didn't like letting his wander nowadays. not when they always wandered to the events in the theatre with his family.

they were horrible people, but they were family nonetheless. even just thinking about them made his faux last name feel heavy on his mind.

the painting ethan always found himself sitting in front of was called the lovers, by rene magritte. there was a small sign right near its plaque, stating how only recently was the painting returned to the museum, as it had been stolen years prior. it was returned by someone anonymous, who had mysteriously left it inside the museum and left without alerting any of the guards or the alarms.

an unexpected hero, they said. and ethan could only smile whenever they referred to your thefts as hero's work.

for four days, ethan had sat there on his bench, watching people walk by and stare at the painting, admiring their clothed heads as they tried to kiss each other. everyone had different interpretations of it. different reactions— it was cute, honestly, to see people be people. to see kids run around the exhibit with their toy dinosaurs and balloons, to see couples point at paintings and judge them freely, to see an old man lean forward to read a plaque that was too small for his poor eyesight. he thought that he needed to see that—all of that —after he witnessed people at their absolute worst. he needed to see that companionship and that connection.

but even in an entire museum full of people, ethan always sat alone. his friends had all offered to go with him, asking if he needed companionship or just someone's presence, but he didn't. he wanted this time alone. both to regain his trust in humanity and to just.. feel everything. to bask in his emotions alone.

and that's what he did. ethan could only stare at the painting of two lovers covered by their own insecurities and secrets, both trying to be with each other yet pushing each other away all at the same time. and he just stared and let the emotions flow past him.

but then he felt someone's presence sit on his bench. people always sat next to ethan during his time in the museum— people just looking for a chat, people who were lonely, old people who just wanted to know young minds —but never, never had their presence felt like this. and his heart jumped slightly at the conclusion that came to his mind.

you sat next to ethan, cold limbs suddenly warmed by his heat as you let out a soft sigh— one that made the pain from your wound twinge at your skin ever so lightly. eyes set on the painting— your painting, the one you had stolen from those people over the summer —you didn't say a word for a minute, and neither did he.

his overheated body was finally cooled off just by the feeling of your skin so close to his. even under his jacket, goosebumps ran over his skin just at your proximity.

"that's the one i stole," you stated, voice slightly hoarse as you stared at it. the lovers, by rene magritte.

ethan nodded. "that's the one you put back."

"after i stole it." there it was— that downturned smile that ethan saw ever so slightly from his peripherals. the one that made you feel more real. more human, and not just black cat. "you almost caught me that night. that was the night we—"

"met." and finally, he turned to look at you. the cut he had bandaged all those days ago had healed over in a scar at the base of your neck. he could see the weakness in your eyes and face, how you didn't seem to have that healthy glow you once did, but you were healing. and that's what mattered. "you look like shit," ethan said, making you look at him with a slight tilt of your head.

"really? i thought you'd like the whole 'i just escaped death' look." you paused for a second, watching as his eyebrows raised. "that was probably too soon."

"it was." he looked back at the painting again, letting silence envelope the both of you. "you look beautiful, y/n." he said softly, so quiet that you swore he was murmuring it to himself, but no, he was speaking to you.

and for once, you couldn't say anything, the genuineness of his tone catching you completely off guard. "you're beautiful too."

a beat of silence.

"how do you interpret it?" ethan suddenly asked you, cheeks burning red as he changed the subject. he nodded at the painting, making you peer at it as though you hadn't studied it before.

"i see," you began, staring at the painting, "two people who love each other but don't truly know each other. like.. they're wearing masks to hide their true selves. their insecurities cover their face and take over every part of them and it makes them completely unknown to each other."

ethan stared at you as you spoke, gaze softening as you spoke so passionately about one of your favorite paintings to him. his heart was practically beating out of his chest, but he had never felt so at home. so comfortable. so content just sitting here in a museum with you as you spoke.

".. and they want each other so much but are so blissfully unaware of.." your words died in your throat as you stared at him, his intent gaze making your words die on the tip of your tongue. ethan was looking at you as though you had made the painting yourself, his eyes dilated as he watched you. and you had seen that stare before, because that was how you looked at him.

and when ethan realized you were staring back at him, his face flushed such a beautiful red before he stared back at the painting. you quickly followed, staring as well and letting silence pass by yet again. a few minutes passed by of just sitting next to each other quietly. listening to the genuine sounds of human love around you in the museum.

“do you wanna go on a walk?” you asked him.

“i’d love to.”

the wind blew by your ears, biting them with cold as you zipped your leather jacket all the way up to your body. the scarf around your neck provided you with more warmth as you walked side by side with ethan.

you were both avoiding saying it; the thing that you oh so desperately needed to say to the other. the few words that felt like a leap of faith the other would surely catch you from. and you both knew you were both far too afraid to take that leap even though you so desperately wanted to.

“can i ask?” you began, curiosity getting the better of you ad you looked at him. “the whole.. spider-man thing..”

ethan tsked at that, nodding with his hands buried deep in his pockets. he hadn't told anyone about how he had even taken up the role of spider-man. it had been something he couldn't confide with in anyone else (not even chad, even though he was the only other person besides you who knew), but to be able to freely talk to you about it made something warm settle in his chest.

“bitten by a spider when i went to a science demonstration when i first moved here. just to get used to living here," ethan sighed, his breath coming out in white steam, "got bitten by a radioactive spider, and the rest is history."

"i noticed those web shooter things when we first met," you hummed, unable to hide your interest. "you made them?"

"yup. maybe i should make them stronger." ethan said with a lopsided smile, looking up ahead of you again. as desperately as he wanted to poke fun at your shared trauma just like you did, he couldn't even bring himself to do more than indirect jokes. it still made his heart ache to think about it all.

gently nudging your arm (all while being careful that it wasn't your injured one), he asked, "and you?"

could you tell him? you swallowed thickly, brows furrowing a little as you mentally prepared yourself to even speak about your past. but you trusted him— more than you trusted anyone.

"take your time," ethan said softly, just like you said to him all those days ago. his patience extended far and beyond for you as he led you to a bench near a lake. he sat down next to you, his arm right up against yours, his warm so strong that you could feel it under your leather jacket.

"my dad," you breathed out, taking your uninjured hand out of your pocket and putting it on your lap. ethan's hand was right next to yours, and the proximity of the skin to skin contact made the hairs on your arms stand up. "my dad was the first black cat. he's dead now, of course, but.." you felt ethan's hand move closer to yours, and you slowly slipped your hand into his.

and it felt right. like it was simply second nature for you to have your hand in his. you intertwined your fingers, his touch so warm and so gentle on your skin that you found your train of thought turning every which way until you saw ethan nod silently for you to continue.

"i took up black cat not only to pay rent and school, but because.. it's one of the last genuine things i have from him." you exhaled shakily. "he left behind jewels and clothes and practically everything materialistic, sure, but black cat showed his effort. his livelihood, and as much as he is a criminal, he was my dad first." the pressure behind your eyes grew, but you prevailed, ignoring the threat of tears. "i don't want people believing that they killed black cat so easily."

you paused. "and it's a really fun job."

ethan laughed at that, the sound making you look at him with a small, almost sheepish smile. "i know you're all heroic and shit but like, come on," you said, smile only growing wider as ethan shook his head stubbornly.

"no, i chose to stop people like you," he said with a content smile, hand squeezing yours softly. "imagine if i turned into a villain with my powers. i'd rather be responsible—"

"are you saying i'm not?" you scoffed, making ethan's eyes widen in panic.

"no, no— i'm sorry! i'm not like bashing your livelihood or anything, i'm just saying that i use my powers to keep people safe— stop laughing, y/n!" ethan rambled with heated cheeks as you laughed— genuinely laughed —with your head thrown back.

"well," you managed between chuckles, "whenever you want to turn into a villian like me—"

"i didn't say that!"

"then you let me know, okay?" you said with an amused twinkle in your eye. "or you can just stick to catching me whenever i get back to stealing."

ethan's face fell a bit at that, his mind immediately being reminded of that deal ages ago. the deal that he would let you go if you only helped him catch the killer. and you did— you laid down your life just to catch all of them.

he didn't want to just leave it all at that. he couldn't.

maybe ethan was more selfish than he thought.

"y/n," ethan said, hearing your small sound of acknowledgement, "does the deal still matter to you?"

ethan needed to hear you say no. he needed to know that he wasn't just imagining things because of his loneliness that only increased tenfold since the death of his family. and if he was imagining everything, that all those moments with you meant nothing to you, then he needed you to let him down easy yet again. and after that, ethan would never see you again.

you were quiet, the only sounds coming from the ducks on the pond and that crunching of leaves on the ground as people walked by, too engrossed in their own lives and only signing you both off as a couple on a bench, watching the world go by.

"y/n, please answer me," ethan said, quiet desperation in his tone as he looked away from you.

and you didn't say anything, choosing to use your injured hand to softly turn ethan's head towards you and pulling him into a kiss. and you poured your heart out to him in that kiss, hesitation so evident in both of your movements, before it turned into desperation. want. need.

no longer shrouded by your masks, you kissed him with everything you had in your heart for him. and suddenly, your life was full of him, and he with you. his cologne, his touch, his breath— all you felt was him, and for once, you didn't mind it.

ethan's lips moved so slowly with yours, eyes shut as his mind was clouded with you and only you. and when you pulled away, looking at him with slightly swollen lips and dilated eyes, he realized that the familiarity he had always felt was comfort. and he felt his muscles and bones relax at the realization.

"you know that i love you, right?" you said quietly, only loud enough for him to hear above the sounds of life. you almost looked away from him, and maybe you were a coward for almost doing so. for almost not looking at someone you had cared for so deeply that you couldn't help but confess, because if you didn't then you couldn't even bear to be around him.

but you were no coward, and so you looked at ethan in the eyes and caressed his face, because never in your life did you think that you had to muster this much courage to fall for someone and willingly put yourself in that vulnerable role. to love someone like they were a part of you. swallowing down your pride, you kept going. "i loved you when you were just spider, and even more when you were just you."

you could see his rosy lips twitch up into that genuine smile of his. the one that caught your eye all those days ago when he was just the masked hero playing with your cats in your living room. the smile that made you stop and stare just like you did with your favorite paintings, because it meant that much to you.

"and i love you," ethan murmured in return.

wind whipped by your face as you ran, your side pack full of jewelry as you jumped over new york's alleyways yet again. you could hear the police drive right past the building you were running on, most likely making their way to the house you had just stolen from.

you let the rich people breathe for only three months until you deemed yourself ready to start stealing again. and god, after being put out of commission for that long, it felt good. and it felt even better now that you could stop turning on the news and listening to reporters talk about how unusual it was for new york's most notorious thief to disappear for three months, and that maybe she was finally caught.

if only they knew.

your mask covered the upper half of your face, hiding your identity from the world yet again as you ran as fast as you could, because even though you had technically snuck out as quietly as you could, you knew ethan woke up in your shared bed and found your side empty.

but where was the fun if he didn't know?

the familiar thwip thwip sound of his webs made you grin wickedly, jumping over another alleyway before you shot your grappling hook the opposite way. the rope of the grappling hook brought you back and into an alleyway. silently climbing down, you sat under a fire escape as you waited for his webs to pass you. because as much as ethan loved to say that he could catch you, you were always one step ahead of him.

the sight of his masked head peeking upside down from the fire escape above you made you tilt your head in amusement. "oh wow, you actually found me," you stated dryly, making your masked boyfriend scoff.

"i almost always find you," ethan said, using his web to move himself down in front of you. his legs were on the web as he hung upside down in front of you, his masked face right in front of yours. "you really thought i wouldn't notice?"

"i thought your ethan tingle—"

"spider sense."

"your ethan tingle turned off when you were asleep!" you took a step closer to him, finger hooking under his mask and pulling it off of his face. ethan's brown curls fall out from under his mask, his eyes snapping between your eyes and your lips as he smirked cockily.

"here? in an alleyway?" ethan teased flirtatiously, making you groan and roll your eyes. maybe your flirting really was rubbing off on him.

"as if we haven't done that before." you muttered, before taking his face into your hands and kissing him.

#AUTHORSNOTE— thank you so much for following this series all the way until the end! the masterlist for this will be made soon, and i'll be writing another ethan series soon too! in the meantime, pls don't forget to send me asks bc i love you guys xx

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princesssmars · 4 months

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plsssss do something for michael munroe im so starved

i could change your mind

some college football player mike headcanons.

contains: fluff. some nsfw. american football gross. mike is cocky whats new. fem!reader. hair nor skin color described.

a/n: anon i lowkey miss him too so i'll do a few headcanons for you anon. sorry that my until dawn rewrite is like on hiatus I just feel like it's gonna be such a flop so my brain says it cant be bad if I don't write it ??? idk. ty for making me do this. set in college but i've decided to start a year late so if i get shit wrong sorry scholars. (heart fingers emoji I'm on desktop fml.)

idk why but the first thing that popped into my head was him loving a sport...like he gives smart but also dumbass jock to me we let's go with he did football in high school and he's at college on a scholarship.

if you're like me you don't give two shits about the sport you probably would not like twice in a football player's way, which he definitely sees as a challenge. he'll come up to you in the dining hall and try to hit on you in front of his jock friends, spouting a "whatever you say, sweetheart" when you reject him with a grimace.

to your surprise and horror he's in one of your advanced classes in your second semester, sitting with his feet up next to your seat with a smile when you walk in. you do call him troglodyte for having his shoes on the table but he says with an easy smile that he's in with the teacher who said it was alright.

great.

for the first three weeks, you try to ignore his questions and poking at all costs, but when you get paired up on an important assignment you decide to hold your disdain on pause. he invites you to "study in his dorm" which nearly gives you a migraine, until he chuckles and tells you he's joking, telling you you can meet at common ground and study in the library.

you hold your tongue instead of giving a quip about how he probably won't be able to keep his mouth shut, but once you actually get there you realize the worst thing ever: mike munroe isn't a moron. he's actually pretty smart, maybe nearly as smart as you, and shows pretty good leadership with how he takes in both your academic strengths and divides the workload based on them. its not hard to see why he's the quarterback.

after you get an a+ on your project, you start to warm up to mike. his stupid quips in class start to actually become funny, leading to numerous moments where he makes you snort in class and the professor rolls his eyes.

your friendship soon grows enough that mike has the confidence to invite you to one of his games while you're walking around campus, and if you start to say no he informs you that he will not hesitate to get on his knees and beg in front of everyone. that makes you feel a little weird so you groan and tell him fine.

the whole time you don't really know what's going on, even though ten minutes before he had to get ready he tried to cram all of the rules into your head. even though you don't know everything you can tell when something good happens, like when he makes the touchdown that wins your school the game. he celebrates with his team members and his crowd of fangirls before coming over to you, clearly waiting for you to say football is fun or something,

you don't. but the after-party definitely was. you don't know what that frat guy put in the punch but it was good, and had you nearly drunk in only two hours. nearly being a keyword, because someone who was past the point decided to do a childish game of seven minutes, and you decided to play along for fun.

but it wasn't so funny when they spun the bottle and it landed on you, then the next turn between two people to point towards the couch where mike was watching with his friends. they both burst out laughing at the horrified look on your face as you reluctantly follow him inside the closet.

for the first minute it's quiet, soft noises from the two of you adjusting your bodies in the quiet space and "sorry"'s when you bump into the other.

he takes your silence for uncomfortableness, telling you he's alright with just sitting with you. "one of my favorite things to do actually"

you don't really know why but you kiss him after that. when you pull away you can faintly see his blank face. great. you ruined everything. you're about to give some half-assed excuse before his hand is on the back of your neck and he's pulling you back into him and pressing your body into his.

things get weird after that night.

you're still friends after that night, of course. except now its...different.

you still have your movie nights laughing at people making dumb decisions in horror movies, except now you'll sometimes wind up on mike's lap with your tongue down his throat.

you still text each other stupid pictures you found on snapchat (he insists on using it, fuckboy he is. or used to be, weirdly). except now before you go to sleep he'll send you a picture of his bulge with a smiley face at the bottom. if you send a picture back he'll send a long voice message that you don't open for your own sanity.

but you aren't like. dating. and you don't know why in passing you hear his teammate nick call you "mike's girl". because you aren't. at all.

and plus its not like you've slept together or even gone on an actual date. you're just...closer than normal friends are.

and then he leaves the next december to spend a week with his old friends, and you kind of mope around campus while he's gone. he makes sure to text you constant updates until the night where he arrives at the cabin, where he leaves you delivered for two days. he did say his ex was going to be there, so that nagging voice in the back of your head is telling you the worse.

until you finally get the call from some random number in alberta. when you pick up after some initial confusion you hear mike on the other side.

"mike? what the actual hell? its been two days, thought you somehow managed to get lost in the snow."

he laughed on the other line, able to tell you're insult at his intelligence meant you cared. his voice sounds hoarse.

"yeah, yeah i know. i'm sorry. something came up and i...i've been stuck in this damn police station-"

"police station? jesus, how hard did you guys party."

he calls your name and it's serious. he only sounds like that when something important or bad has happened.

"mike? is everything ok?"

"no, no its not. josh is...he's gone. the cabins gone. we're all pretty messed up."

you don't give a response, waiting for him to elaborate if he wants to.

"i don't know what to say..i'm so sorry."

"it's alright. i'll explain more when i get back. i just wanted to hear your voice."

"now you're really scaring me."

he laughs again, the scratch of his voice returning.

"thank you."

"for what? constantly insulting you and bringing you back to reality?"

"for making me laugh. haven't done it in a while."

"yeah, well...i'll make sure your roommate hasn't completely trashed your dorm. and we can get some takeout. on me, because i'm polite."

"screw that, we're going on a date."

your heart skips.

"did you actually get a concussion because that's not funny."

"im serious. no more being a pussy. time to start getting serious. plus we're basically already dating, so."

"god, why does everyone keep saying that?"

"i'll see you soon."

the phone hangs up and you toss the phone to the side with a slight smile.

#until dawn #until dawn x reader #mike #mike munroe #mike munroe x reader #mike munroe smut #minke munroe fluff #football player!mike #college!mike

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mtkay13 · 9 months

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So I made those as requested by abscess chemical on twitter and figured it may be fun to share them on tumblr as well. And you know what? Share a break down of my choices as well, because why not! I tried doing it seriously haha.

Zhou Zishu:

Intense - 6/10: He can be very intense, re the things or people he's invested in, but he also has a chill and detached quality to him, a way of being at peace with things that he won't blow things out of proportions.

Complex - 9/10: I think that he's a very nuanced, multi-faceted and deep character, but I guess I didn't go 10/10 just because there's also a very straightforward and easy to get part of him (esp. from WKX's perspective.

Fruity - 2/10: I think the guy's very gay but not the most bombastic about it LBR.

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Angst-lord: although it's not as obvious in TYK, QY gives us some EXTREMELY tasty ZZS angst and a good look into how ZZS can process things through anxiety. It definitely got more lowkey post-QY canon, but...

Flavor container: IDK what that means really but I wanted to tick it

Soft and sweet: I actually didn't check it on the twitter version initially (but published an erratum). He is described as soft on the inside by too many people not to check it.

Braincell haver: self-explanatory, the guy's brilliant

Chew toy: literally!

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Tragic backstory: if QY can count as a backstory, then everything that happened with Jiuxiao works.

Frequently violent: duh

Sidekick owner: WKX is ZZS's sidekick from everyone else's perspective (or vice-versa) and my opinion abt it won't change ever.

Pet stray animals: ZCL, for one, and for two we all know he pets cats and raccoons

Chronic insomniac: technically, in TYK, the nails do force the insomnia, but we know from QY that he had a lot of trouble sleeping at night.

Murderer: well

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Just some guy 95%: clearly he's a natural-born NPC/side character

Too many thoughts 100%: he overthinks everything!!

Awful company 15%: I think that a goofy drunkard like him is fun but not the best company, especially when he goes all grumpy shifu/shixiong

Beloved by all 60%: most characters REALLY like him (and the others don't even know he exists) and often praise how sweet he is. Charming against his will and attempts at being invisible uwu

Trauma x1000 10%: again, I think that the Jiuxiao story left deep scars.

Helps others for fun 70%: pretty much the plot of TYK

Scary-smart 80%: I think he's really brilliant but then you have these moments where he's just clueless abt stupid stuff and clearly doesn't care/doesn't want to know or try so those 20% left are the deliberate goof I guess.

1000 weapons and tools 50/50: it's both!! every rock is both a tool and a weapon and he just keeps pulling random shit from his bosom--

At peace with life 48%: I think, for the most part, he is--at peace with both life and death, until he decides that keeping on living is just the best option in the end.

Break the rules 80%: I had no idea w this one but... in TYK he pretty much does whatever he wants, so---

Extra comments: The way the "evokes" ticks every boxes for me to various degrees of intensity... sigh It was difficult for the "want them to have" section since I think he has everything post-canon, but I tried seeing it from a mid!canon perspective.

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Wen Kexing

Intense - 9/10: While WKX's feelings are generally cold, they seem equally intense to me, just like his eyes or his stare. He's intense about his love, about his revenge, about his plans.

Complex - 6/10: I've had interesting convos about how WKX is... nuanced, of course, but not as complex or deep as it may seem on the surface. That doesn't take anything from how interesting he is, but he is rather straightforward in what he is, ultimately.

Fruity - 8/10: I MEAN--

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Enemy of the State: he's literally THE main Jianghu villain

Flavor Container: I still don't know what it means but it felt right once again

Braincell haver: the guy is EXTREMELY smart and outsmarted everyone in TYK so yeah

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Tragic backstory: can hardly do worse than parents murdered in front of you, ate your dad to survive, took care of a child in the wildest, most dangerous part of jianghu, fought to reach the top while "serving" the previous master........ He scored it all!

Orphan: again, fully checks out

Frequently violent: yes

Has enemies: in SPADES

Sidekick owner: GX and ZZS are WKX's sidekicks 100%

Murderer: yes

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The antagonist of life 70%: had to change from protag to antag because he IS the TYK antagonist (if TYK had been a traditional wuxia from ZCL's perspective...); of course it ends up being subverted but you know

Too many thoughts 75%: I think he's a big thinker as well

Awful company 85%: Let's be real guys

Hated by all 30%: I think he's too underestimated or not even really acknowledged enough to be hated, but I am pretty sure that more people dislike him than the opposite

Trauma x1000 60%: well.......... I think he has a bunch!

Sadistic for fun 15% : I doubt he's one to like helping and we know him to have those sadistic tendencies

Scary-smart 80%: same reasoning as for ZZS

1000 weapons or tools: mostly bare handed for everything save for the occasional whip or walnut shell but---

Enemy of god 35%: I have to be honest I don't really know what that means but I guess he's defied death a few times!!!

Break the rules 95%: WKX shits on the rules

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Additional notes:

Mostly ticks everything in the "evokes" categories as well, but I unticked "symptoms of projection" because I don't feel like I project much of anything on WKX... maybe? (save for the ZZS lewding.. LOL) always hard to say, IG we always do a bit of that on every character, eh

and The Horny ofc because i'm kinda known for not really lewding my good WKX atp

I want a lot of things for him during canon, but again, all I can think of is how post-canon WKX really got it and then I gush and am simply happy for him.

That's it thank you for reading this mostly unnecessary breakdown!!!! Edit, following a comment asking for the sheet:

#wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #tyk #meta

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goldeunoias · 2 years

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Angel.

A/N: i have a jay obsession i have a jay obsession i have a jay obsession

I am also writing for Jay again bc his stans also always give me the most feedback on his works so i am more inclined to write for him ^^

if you want to see a member more the best way to do that is to leave feedback on the author’s works!

Word Count: 1.6k (i can’t believe i did this in one sitting adsfasd)

Synopsis: Literally you are something so sweet and lovely to jay and he wants to corrupt you. Yeah.

Warnings: Male masturbation, slight perv! Jongseong, some daddy kink in there, corruption kink, dirty talk, daddy dom! jay lowkey, i think this is it i can’t remember, ah yes, finger sucking

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Who gave you the right to be so cute?

Jay’s eyes were trained on you for a good duration of the night as yours and his parents conversed about things he didn’t particularly care about, but you however did, engaging in a deep discussion with whatever his mom was ranting about.

Jay tried so hard to keep his thoughts pure, especially since he was literally at a family dinner but he couldn’t help himself. He’d liked you ever since his dad hired your mom, and you came into his life like a ray of sunshine.

A ray of sunshine that he utterly wanted to ruin.

He knew you were inexperienced, he just knew it. You were so soft and delicate, shy giggles being let out every time his hand would grace any aspect of your body, whether it was to put the strap back on your dress if it was falling off, or to remove an eyelash that perhaps clung to your cheek.

Jay felt his jaw clench and he adjusted his posture some as he tried to contain himself, enamored with how your eyes sparkled when his mom made a remark that you found funny.

Gorgeous, an angel.

“Jongseong, why don’t you tell her about the things you’ve been working on lately? You’ve been so quiet,” his mom interjected, pulling him from his thoughts. He immediately felt his heart pick up as you stared at him with captivated eyes, your whole countenance being warmer than fresh laundry.

“Well, uh...I mean it’s all really stupid so I don’t think she’d want to hear any of that mom so it’s fine really,” Jay rambled out, feeling his body get hot. You smiled at his mannerisms and Jay felt his heart lurch out of his chest, giving you what he hoped was a smile that was not too forced but not too bland either.

Jay watched as you went for one of the dishes that was placed near him and he rushed to help you, both of your hands colliding and inadvertently spilling the bottle of wine next to the food all over him.

“oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to,” you immediately rushed out as you stood up and went to his side to clean up the mess with napkins, your face burning as you felt the gaze of both his and your family staring at you.

“It’s okay you didn’t mean it. I guess we’re both a little clumsy huh,” Jay soothed, your face somehow getting warmer from the soothing sound of his voice. You handed him some more napkins so he could absorb some of the red wine from his ruined dress shirt and pants, apologizing to the rest of the group for causing such a ruckus.

There was a murmur of “it’s okay” and everyone eventually went back to their conversations. You rushed out more apologies as Jay excused himself to shower and change to remove the stickiness of the wine. He told you it was okay and squeezed your hand for reassurance, the simple act making you nod and look down.

Soon enough you went back to your conversation and Jay excused himself to his room, closing his door and stripping himself of his clothes to shower. If he was being honest, he couldn’t be happier to have a reason to excuse himself as he wasn’t really sure how much longer he could’ve held out.

He hated himself for thinking about you in this way more often than not but you drove him insane and as the hot water started cascading down his body his thoughts start to run rampant, a low hiss emerging from him as he felt blood rush to his member.

His mind started thinking about how frazzled and shy you’d get as he peeled off clothes from you one by one, remarking on how pretty his angel was. Jay groaned as he lightly wrapped his hand around his member and slowly started stroking, wanting to tease himself.

Jay felt his face burn as his thoughts got even lewder, wanting so badly for you to disobey him so he could punish you with smacks to the flesh of your ass. His face furrowed as he thought about how you’d whimper and whine into a pillow as he delivered each ministration and how your voice would crack as you counted for him.

Now drops of precum were profusely leaking from his tip and his mind now wandered to how warm your mouth would be as you tried to suck him off the first time, soft eyes looking up at him as you asked him if you were doing a good job.

Like this jeongie?

At the thought of your voice asking it sweetly, he groaned against the shower wall, trying to hold out on his teasing for longer. The sound of the shower covered the lewd sounds that were coming from his hand as he gripped himself harder, his legs spasming for a second as he felt his stomach tighten.

He hated how desperate he looked as he fucked himself into his hand, low grunts and hisses coming from him as he made thought of every indecent scene he could put you in.

“S-seongie will it fit?”

“Keep going please”

“I t-think I’m gonna cum”

“D-daddy...”

Jay hissed lowly through his teeth as he imagined easing himself into you, your delicate hands wanting to grip onto his for something grounding as he would stretch out the gummy walls of your core.

Were you a virgin perhaps?

He knew you were inexperienced but it would kill him to know if you were. Jay felt his hand tighten more at the base as he felt his hand speed up, his stomach clenching as a tight knot started forming in his stomach.

His name fell from your lip and he squeezed his eyes shut as he thought about your syrupy arousal soaking his sheets as he fingered you, his heart fluttering at how wet he’d make sure to get you. You were so sweet and lovely to him he wanted to spoil you like a princess, dreaming up you wearing the cutest lingerie for him before he’d fuck you in it.

Jay’s head felt dizzy as he knew he was getting closer and a part of him was embarrassed at how badly you affected him and how badly he wanted to ruin you. He felt himself choke on a moan at the mere idea of you begging to be fucked by him, cute pleas timidly leaving your mouth about wet you were.

“Fuck angel I wish you were here,” Jay groaned against the shower wall, as he felt his balls clench before the knot snapped deep and heavy moans fell from his lips as thick ropes of cum spurted out from him. He lay against the wall for a solid five minutes and changed the water to something cooler to get himself to come back down from his high, his breathing finally returning to normal after some time.

He reluctantly turned off the water and dried himself off quickly and put on his robe and opened the door, stopped in his tracks when he saw the sight.

It was you, a frightened expression plastered on your face as stood next to his bathroom door frame, your hand shamefully frozen between your legs.

“I-I’m sorry your mom wanted me to check up on you and I didn’t mean ohmygosh I-”

“Ey it’s alright baby, no need to be sorry” Jay soothed as his hand came down and moved your own from between your legs, holding it up so you both could see how sticky it was. “Were you listening to me?”

You gulped and nodded, doing everything to look everywhere except his carob eyes. Jay nodded and you jumped slightly when he slid your fingers into his mouth and started sucking, the warmth of his tongue making you whimper.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do princess. Go downstairs and tell them that I have a migraine and you’re gonna keep watch to make sure I’m okay. Got it?” Jay purred, his hands lovingly stroking underneath your shirt.

“O-okay,” you agreed, Jay helping you in fixing your clothes before sending you on your way. You timidly walked down the steps with frazzled legs, clearing your throat at the base to get everyone’s attention.

“Jongseong has a migraine so I was gonna keep him company just in case he needs anything and can’t come down to get it,” you told in the evenest voice you could muster. There was collective nodding and his mom and dad gave you polite “thank yous” you nodding and going back up the steps without rushing up there.

When you opened the door you saw Jay had turned off the lights and just had the lamps on instead, his room being cascaded into warm honey lighting.

“C’mere princess, sit in my lap” Jay ordered softly, spreading his legs as you came and took a seat. It was taking all of Jay’s self-control to not just ravage you right then and there, his hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs and raising your skirt up more and more.

“Do you want me to take care of you baby? I need your confirmation,” Jay cooed, one of his hands coming to hold your chin in place so you could stare at him. The already obedient eyes you were giving him were making the blood start rushing to his cock once more, dark desires fueling with him as you let out a whiny “yes daddy”, biting down on your lip in shyness.

“Mm such a good princess. Daddy is gonna take real good care of you.”

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if ya liked it tell me! likes don’t tell me much and usually cause me to delete fics bc no one says anything and then i think no one likes it asdfafsdfasfdsfa

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen fanfic #enhypen scenarios #park jongseong smut #jongseong smut #enhypen jay smut

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chxrrysangel · 2 years

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Self Control

Relationship | Eddie Munson x afab!reader

Warnings | MINORS DNI Eddie is a lowkey a perv (but not entirely without morals), male masturbation, he’s a tit man he told me himself, the dirtiest of thoughts, Eddie needs to get laid

Do not repost or translate my work, under any conditions

Word count | 808 words

A/n | Eddie and reader are in college. We ignore the real ending because I said so.

Eddie’s heart beat so loudly in his chest that he feared you could hear it. His breath was ragged and throat drier that the Sahara, he could barely contain himself. He tried his breast—best to keep it together, but to no avail. The pout of your lips as you considered what to buy this time has his brain in a blender.

The sage green long sleeve you wore left little to his imagination, as vast as it was. It took barely the slightest focus of his pupils to notice your peaked nipples through the ribbed fabric.

No bra? How generous of you, he thought.

“How much can I get for a 20?”

Your question was remarkably dumb for someone so experienced, but Eddie indulged you nontheless. This was the game you played together, and it never got old.

“As much as you want sweetheart.” You leaned forward across the table to look in the lunchbox, and Eddie fought every urge to stare down your shirt. He looked, of course, and his dick jumped.

Fuck, they’re pretty. It took everything in him not to moan at the sight.

“Eds, I’m serious,” you laughed. Your laugh was the best thing he’s every heard, and he tried every opportunity to hear it.

“Fine, fine.” Eddie tallied up his supplies, eyeing the carefully curated shares. He made sure to put a little something extra, which you would take even though you complained about the special treatment. He couldn’t care less about your protests, you were his favorite customer.

He handed you the brown paper bag in exchange for the cash, and business was officially over. As much as you wanted to stay, sleep called your name. It would have to wait for another time.

Saying goodbye, he watched as your ass jiggled on the way to your car. As horny as he was, he wouldn’t stop from making sure you left the area alive. You turned around, seeing his eyes glossed over as he stared into space.

“Eddie? You okay?” The sound of your voice snapped him out of his daze and a blush creeped up his cheeks in embarrassment.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” he croaked. He wasn’t all that convincing, but you were too eager for sleep to press him.

“Alright, see you in class.” Your fingers fluttered through the air as you waved goodbye and he did the same. It took not 3 seconds from the rolling of your SUV’s wheels down the gravel pavement before Eddie slammed the door and barreled down the tiny hallway.

His mind was frantic, in search of the lube he hid in his dresser to make the ache in his pants go away. Irises sparkled in the light upon finding the midsize tube. Not even caring to fully undress, Eddie pulled down his jeans just enough to free his leaking cock.

You were always on his mind, and it was honestly pathetic. His hand gripped the shaft, spreading the warm sticky liquid around as much as he could. Everything about you was perfection, and Eddie noticed.

He noticed the way your doe eyes stared at him with unspoken desire, the way you walked around campus as though you were its ruler. He ground his hips into his hand, chasing after his orgasm whilst he imagined it was you gripping him so tightly it hurt in the best possible way.

“Fuck, y/n. Just like that.”

He imagined bending you over that neat little desk you kept in your bedroom, and hearing your pretty moans as your thrusts met his. He wanted the windows open, so everyone in the neighborhood could hear and see how badly you wanted him.

Every time you came over to replenish your stash was a gift from Ozzy himself. And you always managed to dress so nice for him, just like tonight. Whimpers escaped his lips as he thought back to the way your shirt hugged your body. The outline of your peaked nipples were on full display, just begging to be sucked on. When you shifted in your seat, your breasts bounced in a way that made him fight the urge to grab for them.

The thought of fucking the breath from your lungs as your tits bounced in his faces pushed him so close to the edge that he had to stop himself from cumming too early. He was a mess, getting off to the mere thought of possibly seeing you naked. He begged for release, pathetically desperate as he thought about your warm mouth gagging around his dick. He milked himself to the point of overstimulation as thick white ropes of cum landed on his chest and abdomen.

Eddie lay in the darkness of his bedroom, already getting a semi when you crossed his mind again. He had zero self-control, and it was starting to get out of hand.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #this was self indulgent I won’t lie #perv!eddie

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kissmetwicekissmedeadly · 4 months

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HELLO AGAIN EVERYONE my tummy aches but im being brave about it and im going to fight the pain with the power of love and friendship (aka im going to thank you for the christmas tree messages)

okay let me be emotional for a moment...

because of the current circumstances at home, this Christmas was very different and much lonelier for me. i did my best not to get the blues and i think it was okay for the most part! now looking back at it, without a doubt, the highlight of my Christmas this year was reading the tree messages. it was very late in the night, i had just finished reading Napo's story event route and i saved the best part for desert, barely containing my excitement to finally read the messages. and i expected just a row of "merry christmas"-es 😭 you know, because, i did that? i kept mine all short and i was just shouting some wishes at you.... BUT NO, YOU OUTDID YOURSELVES IN TURN! WHAT WAS THAT! i was right there sobbing in my bed being all "?????" .... i seriously didn't expect 1) to have so many because i did the tree very last minute 2) to receive such sweet messages...

and then i realized, was my Christmas really all that lonely? because, just 3-4 years ago, i didn't know any of you here. before that i never was more than a lurker in online spaces so... i think that's when i had truly lonely christmases, not now. thank you for being here. i don't deserve you... no im sorry if you hate it when i say that, pretend that i didnt say it ( i lowkey think that) (im sorry im in my low self esteem era these past months)

OKAY SO

thank you person called Bread, thank you Lorei for being the first sob of my sob session, it's all YOUR fault that i got so emotional oh my god im totally dm-ing you after this, thank you irl bestie who not only left me a sweet personal message but also roleplayed my faves for me because i screamed (you heard it), thank you kat for your three messages that made me feel all kind of emotions (im touched that youre willing to write this even if i feel like im going to hate it), THANK YOU NINNI HUGS BACK!, thank you Ally i know it was you. using roy to threaten me with a good time.... smh... MERRY CRIMMY SCUM!!!!, YAY TO YOU TOO, SOLACE!! Thank you aqua, you're right, he's good to me 🥺 just as chev is to you, i believe! THANK YOU DREW im still thinking about it. Thank you Fang, I could say the same and you know it 🥺, THANK YOU DEVON!! Thank you so much Ana, I too hope the same, I'm glad I became your mutual! 🥹 Same goes to you too, Oliver! I'm just always so happy to see new faces around, truth is im a little bit shy with interactions at first because i feel annoying... so thank you for becoming my moot! 🙇🏻‍♀️💗 Thank you, sweet Julie 🥹 THANK YOY MYARA, I CRIED A LITTLE! right back at ya, i think that you're an irreplaceable part of our little space and im just so glad to be here and see everything you do and share with us! hope your 2024 is full of joy both on here and irl ❤ Thank you mimi, i feel the same and you better not forget that! Thank you Michelle, love you too!!! THANK YOU, NAMI! Thank you, Impromptu!!!!! Thank you Nori!!!!!!!!! And thank you sui you're so right as ever. nods.

i think thats all im so sorry if i forgot anyone ALSO im so sorry for doing this. i tried to keep my responses vague in case you wanted these to be extra private... i initially was going to dm all of you but. that was because i thought there were going to be like 10 of you!!! again im sorry. love you all so much im an emotional wreck

i hope you had a good time these past few days and i hope we can all look forward to a great 2024 together 🥺 i'd be nowhere without you

@lorei-writes @yanderepuck @claviscollections @yarnnerdally @scummy-writes @aquagirl1978 @ikemendrew @fang-and-feather @devonares @bicayaya @olivermorningstar @queengiuliettafirstlady @keithsandwich @mimi-but-main @xbalayage @namine-somebodies-nobody @the12thnightproject @mcwentfandomtraveling @leonscape

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elsfavor1te · 1 year

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ANGELS WEPT, pt 2

warnings: tlou2 ellie williams x fem!reader, hurt/comfort (ellie & joel), no use of ‘y/n’, use of the pet name ‘bug’ & ‘baby’ , ellie reminiscing a lot.. lowercase intended. lmk if i forgot anything

i lowkey hate this. i feel like it’s messy and it doesn’t even really cover anything. hopefully you guys like it more than i do 💔. i highly recommend reading part 1 and 1.5 before this. (linked below.) enjoy <3

part 1 , part 1.5 , part 2.5

ellie couldn’t stand your home anymore. she tried to go back that night, but her first step through the door made her chest tighten in a special suffocating way.

despite her initial instinct to just turn around and wander around a bit longer, she walked in. she was met with the smell of one of the candles you had found one day, still lit from when you left earlier. the smell of sugar and..nectarines wafted through the air.

your jacket thrown over the edge of the couch, the red color of it contrasting against the brown of the couch. she walked further in.

your favorite quilt to cuddle under folded neatly, her fingers gently rubbed over it.

ellie’s drawings that you had especially loved, hung up by magnets you’d found on patrol on your small white refrigerator.

she remembers the way you burst through the door that day, ecstatic over your find.

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“els!!” you shouted as you walked in and kicked off your sneakers. “come here!”

her muffled grumble let you know that she was still asleep before you got there. you take out the hair tie that was holding up your high ponytail and shake your hair out.

“i really need to stop putting those in so tight…” you mumbled to yourself, turning on your heels when you heard the low thumping of ellie walking toward the kitchen.

“hi baby, how was patrol?” she asked as she pulled you into her arms. your heart swelled at the pet name you loved so much.

“really good! i got us something.” you gesture toward your backpack sitting on the counter, “how was your sleep? from the way your hair looks right now i’d say really good.”

you couldn’t contain your giggles as ellie flustered, taking the hair tie off the counter that was once in your hair and tying hers back.

“shut up, show me what you got.”

you notice the topic change but you let it slide, of course you wanted to tease more but you really wanted her to see what you found.

“okay okay… drumroll please!” your grin intensified when ellie made a show of patting on her thighs.

you pull the heaping handful of magnets out of the front pocket on your backpack and drop them on the counter. colorful numbers, letters and even a few symbols scattered on the counter.

“ta daaa! now i know it doesn’t seem like much but they’re… uh.. damn i forgot what jesse called them…” you fiddled with one as you tried to remember.

“magnets.” ellie fills in for you.

“yes! magnets. how’d you know?” you tilt your head, once again forgetting not everyone lived in the complete wilderness until 16.

“i-“

you don’t give her time to respond before your rambling again, eyes lit with joy. “look what they do!!” you stick one onto the fridge, turning and clapping when it sticks.

“isn’t that so fucking cool?? jesse says i can hang things with them, like pictures and shit.” you walk back over to ellie, who’d been quiet apart from when she was answering you.

“..do you like them? s’kinda silly now that i th-“

“they’re great bug,” she pulled you in by the loop on your jeans, kissing your cheek. “look i made our initials.”

she pointed her eyes toward the letter for your initial and an E, with a little plus sign in between. you smiled before picking them up and rushing to put them on the fridge.

“i was thinking.. y’know the drawings that you do? my favorite ones that i keep in our room.. maybe we could put a few up on the fridge?” you suggested timidly.

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the wind rattling the shutters pulls her from her trance. she rubs her hand down her face, turning away from the fridge and attempting to find something else to focus on.

her eyes catch the small piece of paper on the counter next. even though she knows what it’s gonna say, she picks it up anyway.

“hi my love! hope you sleep slept well. i don’t have patrol but i’m gonna go out on my own today. not going anywhere far just in the woods around to see if i can find some of the plants from that badass book you got me. i’ll be back before lunch!

- love, your girl.”

you weren’t back before lunch though, or after it. that’s what prompted ellie to go searching for you, immediately thinking the worst as usual. it sucks that this time she was right to do so.

she gently places the note back down on the countertop, rubbing at her chest when she feels the ache there. she stands for a moment before mumbling out into the stagnant air, “promise i’m gonna kill every single one of them for doing this to you, baby..”

when ellie feels the tears swelling in her eyes and the lump in her throat she knows she’s had enough. she takes in the downstairs of your home once more before turning and walking back out of the front door.

she sits down on the small bench on the porch, bringing one of her knees to her chest and resting her chin on it. the harsh wind of the night whips against her cheeks making them that rosy color you loved.

her eyes drifted around, looking at the other houses on the block. a few lights on, some off. her eyes close for a second, savoring the tranquility of the windy but otherwise quiet night. when they open again she looks at the stairs leading to your home and frowns slightly at the flowers beginning to lead up, obviously from the other town members.

the sight makes her think of how social you were compared to her, how you made an effort for everyone to like you (and her). how you went to every gathering, remembered every birthday.

ellie rubs her hands against the rugged cloth of the bench cushion in an attempt to ground herself when her eyes begin to burn again. she was sick of crying. she’s cried enough tears for everyone in the world tonight.

her self-soothing is interrupted by the creak of the wooden stairs as joel walks up, holding something in his hands.

he doesn’t say anything as he sits beside her on the bench, putting the container down between them. “…maria wants me to make sure you’re eating.”

she glances down at the container of food and lets out a hum of acknowledgment. she lets her gaze wander over to the side of joel’s face for a second before dropping her eyes back down toward the fraying edge of her shoelace.

“…i wanna leave tomorrow.” she breaks the silence with her soft but determined words.

joel glances over at her before sighing, “ellie.. to have the guys that we need, to do this smart- and right, we would be leaving jackson vulnerable.”

the only thing heard was the wind rustling the trees and the occasional hooting from an owl as she processed what was said to her.

“..what? fuck that i don’t need any guys. are they just supposed to- to get away with this??” ellie spits out, confusion and anger coating her words.

“you know i don’t want that, nobody in this town wants that.”

“yeah? well i can’t fucking tell.” she grumbles, picking at a loose thread on the bench.

“..you can’t do this on your own. and my age is starting to affect me, we need guys and jackson can’t spare ‘em. what if we get attacked by hunters again, huh?” he tries to reason, to get ellie to understand.

“oh bull- is this maria? or- or tommy?? who the hell has put that shit in your head? you know if it was me or you or- anyone in this fucking place she would be halfway to seattle by now.” her body is fully turned to him now, with an incredulous look on her face.

“ellie- we aren’t even sure they’re in seattle.”

“Washington Liberation Front,” she smacks her hand between each word, accentuating them. “that’s what the fuck was on those patches-“

“those jackets could be stolen, we’re in the middle of a damn apocalypse-“

“that’s not even-“

“what if the WLF moved? you’re not being smart-“

“what the hell is your angle with this?” ellie’s clenched fist slams against the wooden beam attached to the railing of the home.

her question is met with silence in return. her eyes drop to the ground when a tear starts its path down her cheek, she quickly wipes it away. “i don’t know why you’re doing this.. but i’m leaving tomorrow, whether you’re with me or not. you come, great. you don’t? also fine.”

the wind blows particularly hard once she finishes her statement, blowing strands of her hair out of place.

joel runs his hand over his beard, grimacing slightly before responding, just above a mumble. “you don’t know what we’re walking into. we don’t know how big the group is, how armed-“

“i don’t care. she was my-… i don’t care. you’re not talking me out of this.”

he sighs defeatedly, he knew she wasn’t gonna go for this before he even made the journey here. he knows her better than that, but he tried anyway.

“just- just give me a day- or two okay? i’ll talk to maria, there has to be a few people she can spare. just give me some time, kiddo. i’m not letting you do this on your own.”

“..okay.”

joel hesitantly walks toward ellie, pulling her into a hug when he doesn’t sense any objection on her part. his hand finds its way to back of her head, holding her against him. he holds her when her shoulders shake the tiniest bit, he holds her when her knees seem to wanna give out, mostly he holds her because he knows she needs the comfort and maybe- he does too.

“it’s gonna be okay. i’m sorry.” he mumbles into her auburn hair, comforting the best way he knows how.

the moment doesn’t last for long after that, ellie hating to be vulnerable infront of anyone who wasn’t you.

she wipes at her face, stepping back a bit from joel. “i forgive you.. for.. y’know. she wanted me too. we were supposed to invite you for a movie tomorrow night.”

his heart clenched in his chest at the thought of one more movie night. one more day with just the 3 of you. his girls.

“so yeah.. s’okay. i understand why you did it now. i just- wish you would’ve been honest with me. i wish i didn’t have to find out in any way other than you telling me.”

he hums, hand clenching and unclenching. “i knew you would’ve been pissed. i know how bad you wanted it but i- i couldn’t.”

ellie sighs. she doesn’t wanna talk about it anymore, she doesn’t wanna talk about what could’ve been, she doesn’t wanna talk at all really.

“okay.. well i’m gonna go. i’ll let you know as soon as i get the okay from maria, she can be stubborn but she loved her just as much as we did.” he nods as a form of goodbye before turning and disappearing into the distance.

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writing-ca-ira · 1 year

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QUICK! DISTRACTION!

YJ Tim Drake + Reader x Dick Grayson

The mission goes slightly awry, and as a senior member, it’s up to you to keep Tim calm with a distraction… which kinda comes at the expense of Dick’s pride.

I’ve been thinking of starting a strictly platonic relationship blog. Let me know if you’re interested.

The reader is gender neutral.

Contains: landslide, Jaime gets concussed, getting stuck in a cave, anxious Tim, lowkey autism-coded Tim, Dick shows up at the end, it’s up to you if Dick and the reader are romantically involved, senior member reader, Tim and Jaime are basically reader’s children.

Tim was always hard on himself. Whether it was his training as Robin (Batman’s sidekick), his tiring life as Timothy Drake (the heir of Drake Industries), or even his downtime with friends as just plain Tim (a socially awkward teenager), he always found some way to critique himself; to tear himself down by over-analyzing all his mistakes — no matter how big or small — and replay them in his mind over and over and over again. He’d always promise himself that he’d do better, despite the fact that “better” usually meant a flawlessly inhuman performance with no mistakes whatsoever.

So, you knew better than to hope Tim wasn’t mentally beating himself over the head because of your current situation.

Sometimes, the bad guys can be unpredictable (an unfortunate fact you learned quite quickly on this team). They can throw in a wild card that not even your most skilled strategist could’ve factored in before the mission, which changes everyone’s plan of action completely. And, on this mission, no one could’ve foreseen the well-hidden pressure plate in the dark and vast cave’s muddy ground, or the explosion system rigged up to it, or the landslide from the big boom that blocked off the cave’s entrance. It’s illogical to think this could’ve been predicted, or even avoided.

Of course, Tim thought otherwise. As he paced back and forth in front of where you were you with Jaime’s unconscious body, you unhappily wondered what he could possibly be blaming himself for. Maybe that he didn’t magically see the disguised explosives attached to the high cave walls, or the pressure plate that was basically invisible no matter how long you stared at it, or that he couldn’t warn you guys about the explosion 10 seconds before it even happened? All ridiculous thoughts, but the boy had a knack for making his very logical brain conjure up very illogical things.

Doesn’t help that Blue got completely KO’ed, you mentally noted, sparing a glance at the unconscious hero, whose head was gently propped against your thigh. Physically, he was probably unscathed; that beetle armor could take hits from a Kryptonian without cracking. But armor can’t exactly prevent your brain from hitting against your skull, which is what you deduced happened to Jaime after pulling him out from under a giant chunk of debris. The scarab de-armored, much to your unease, and you found yourself hoping it was the scarab’s way of letting you two check its host over (maybe the scarab isn’t as uncaring as Blue makes it out to be). At least you felt better when you saw that Jaime was, in fact, unscathed.

After examining Jaime, you tried your best to comfort Tim, saying that Blue would bounce back with only a minor concussion when this is all over; a mistake on your part. You should’ve known that mentioning a concussion would make your poor baby bird go pale, his hands trembling at his sides as he started to mumble incoherent things to himself. Any thought to backtrack was halted as he started to pace, and you decided it was best to leave him alone for a couple of minutes just so he could calm down.

Well, it’s been 10 minutes. And he didn’t look any calmer. Without the ability to radio Dick, you realized you would have to be Sibling-wing.

“Tim,” you softly called, trying your best not to spook the boy. A grimace tugged at the corners of your mouth when his shoulders jolted at your voice, but it quickly disappeared as soon as he hesitantly turned his head in your general direction. He was avoiding your eyes… not a good sign…

You tried your best to make your tone sound light, with a hint of jovial teasing, despite the situation you two were in. “Why don’t you sit down for a bit? You’re gonna pace a trench in the ground if you keep at that.”

The whites of Tim’s mask widened as he looked at the ground beneath his now stationary feet. Before you could worry that you made another mistake, he seemed to understand that you were just exaggerating, a long yet shaky breath escaping from his lips. All he did was mumble out a small sorry, and you had to fight the urge to frown; if he saw any hint of negativity on your face, he would probably break down entirely, and that’s the last thing you want.

“Here.” You patted the vacant spot next to you (the one obviously not occupied by Jaime). He owlishly blinked at the area before looking you in the eyes for the first time since the explosion. Progress was being made, but you weren’t too keen on the unsure look he was giving you, so you continued. “Sit next to me, Timmers. I need some company.” A pause. “But only if you feel comfortable. I don’t want to force you, bud.”

For a few moments, he stood completely still in his spot. Hope of him accepting your offer was quickly leaving your body, replaced with the nervous feeling that you may have overstepped some boundaries, but your worries were over when he finally shuffled over towards you. Tim was a small thing — probably smaller than what he should be as a teenage boy — so he took up little to no space next to your side. It might’ve been cute to see him curled up against you, his knees tightly held against his chest and his cape swaddled around him, if he didn’t look so close to having a meltdown over everything.

“I’m sorry,” he quietly squeaked out, and you thought you imagined it before he continued. “I’m sorry about all of this. I… I knew it was a bad thing that there were no guards—!!”

“Timmy,” you began, soft so he knew you weren’t mad yet firm enough that he would stop his rambling, “you have nothing to be sorry for. These things happen all the time on missions. No one could’ve seen this coming.”

Tim looked down at his knees. “… I could’ve—”

“No.” You gently wrapped an arm around his shoulder (something you noticed Dick does when he’s comforting the baby bird) and gently rubbed his upper arm. “From the moment we dispatched to the moment we got here, you did everything perfectly.”

You decided to gauge his reaction before saying anything further. He seemed lost in thought again, though you knew he was listening from the way he spared you a quick glance. His fingers were rhythmically strumming against his leg as he chewed the inside of his cheek. Still nervous, but at least he seemed to be considering your words.

“Supes and Dick will come get us in a little while,” you reassured him, pulling him closer into your side to accentuate your statement. “As soon as it’s past 10, they’ll come by in the Bioship and see we’re a bit stuck, and we’ll be out in no time, and Blue’ll get help.”

Mentioning Jaime was a bad idea. The tension that was slowly leaving Tim’s shoulders returned with a vengeance, and while he anxiously stared at his teammate, you bit back the urge to curse. Not good, you groaned in your mind, wanting to kick yourself in the teeth for yet another mistake. But you couldn’t spend too much time thinking about it. Not with Tim’s breaths picking up.

After doing a quick scan on Jaime (thankfully still breathing, so there’s the Are-My-Kids-Okay bare minimum), you playfully nudged at the Boy Wonder’s side to get him to look at you. “Y’know why I know help will be on the way?”

Tim quirked an unsure brow.

Guess he thought it was rhetorical, you noted mentally. Not exactly a bad thing; you could work with this. “Because you were the one who said to rendezvous at 10,” you answered, an encouraging smile on your lips.

At this, Tim seemed to relax a bit. He didn’t look any happier than before, but even the smallest victory was a victory nonetheless. The moment was almost ruined when he quietly responded with, “it’s just basic mission protocol...”

“Not all the time,” you countered. “The thought of a rendezvous didn’t cross any of our minds until you brought it up.” You made sure that he could see your proud smile. “And it was a good idea Timmy. A good idea that you came up with. We could be stuck here for an indefinite amount of time if it wasn’t for you.”

Though he sheepishly looked at the ground, you could tell he felt much better than before. The strumming of his fingers against his leg was slowing down, and he stopped chewing the inside of his cheek entirely. You could even see how his body language loosened up. All good signs, but you didn’t know how long this small moment of tranquility would last; you could see the gears turning in Tim’s head, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he found something to chastise himself with.

Luckily, a brilliant idea came to you in the form of a distant memory (a voice that sounded awfully familiar to Wally’s when Kaldur almost walked into his surprise party before everyone was done decorating The Cave);

Quick! Distraction!

“Dick once threw gasoline at a fire thinking it was water,” you unceremoniously blurted out.

Whatever thoughts that were running through Tim’s head came to a complete halt. His mouth parted to say something, but then sealed shut, and then his hand stilled against his leg. Then, after a long stretch of silence, he finally came up with a response.

“… What?”

“It was in Tuvalu,” you continued to explain. “Back when he was still Robin. Some grass was on fire after a fight with Red Volcano, so he decided to put it out. But he picked up a bucket of gasoline by accident and made it worse.” A fond smile found purchase on your face as you recalled the memory. “Never seen him drop a bucket so fast. Or heard him yelp that loud.”

Tim didn’t seem to know what to say for a couple of seconds. “Wha… how do you mistake gasoline for water…?”

“It was just a bucket,” you shrugged. “Of gasoline. To be fair, that’s kinda weird.”

“… Yeah,” he agreed. “I guess it is.”

Before a thick blanket of silence could settle between the two of you again, you decided to keep going with the steam you had. “He also once punched himself in the face.”

Tim sputtered. “How?!”

You chuckled at the younger hero’s incredulous state. “He had his fist up like he was gonna fake punch me, then Superboy jumped out of the Bioship and scared him. Probably the highlight of that mission, honestly. It was a slow night.”

“Didn’t know it was possible to scare him,” Tim mused to himself with slight disbelief.

“Oh, it definitely is.” You found yourself subconsciously pulling Tim closer while carding your fingers through Jaime’s hair. “I’ve managed to sneak up on him so many times. Back when he was Robin and present day. See, the trick is to take advantage of his extremely short attention span.”

“So…” he hesitated, “you’ve noticed it, too?”

Another chuckle left your lips, this time louder and more heartier than the last. “I’ve been stuck with that jerk since I joined this team. Of course I’ve noticed. Can’t focus on one thing for more than a minute to save his life.” Another delightful memory resurfaced, and you could feel your face light up. “Oh! Which reminds me of the time he burnt my birthday breakfast because he was too busy trying to copy that one dance from a Chicken Whizee commercial.”

You could hear the slightest giggle come from Tim. “He doesn’t even like Chicken Whizee’s!”

“Yeah, but he liked the dance,” was your reply. “Didn’t like it when the smoke detector started going off, though. By the time I was in the kitchen, he was scraping unidentifiable scraps of charcoal into the trash with the saddest expression. I decided to take pity on him and take him out for breakfast instead.” You paused for a moment. “Wanna know where we went?”

Tim offered a giant grin. “Chicken Whizee’s?”

“No wonder Dick calls you the Brainiac Boy Wonder,” you cooed while ruffling his hair.

“He totally does not!”

It was hard to say how long you guys were talking for; you always lost track of time when you told stories of Dick to other people. But it must’ve been a good amount of time, because around halfway through the story of how Dick crashed the Batmobile for the first time, Jaime began to stir on your lap, weakly fluttering his eyes open and closed. You both were relieved to see your teammate conscious again (despite giving him a check-up and realizing that he did, indeed, have a concussion), but your relief was fleeting when Tim started to explain what happened. His shoulders hitched upwards, his hands fiddled with each other from anxiety, his body curled into itself more and more… the cure of his Tim-is-the-worst-according-to-Tim episode was starting to wear off… not good…

So, in the wise words of Wally West;

Quick! Distraction!

“He crashed it a second time, too.”

Tim and Jaime looked up at you with curious looks. Jaime’s was less curiousness and more confusion (though you couldn’t tell if it’s from confusion of not being there for the previous conversation or general concussion confusion), and he groggily let out a small, “who?”

“Di—aAAat dude, Nightwing.” Before Tim could even process your small fumble, you quickly continued. “He crashed the Batmobile. Twice.” You then stuck up three fingers. “Three times, actually. Though the third time wasn’t his fault.”

Jaime carefully quirked his head to the side. “Nightwing crashed the Batmobile…?”

After letting Tim recount the first time Dick took the Batmobile out for a joyride (just to catch Jaime up), you continued on with the second time it happened, then finished off with the third (you left the part out where it was technically your fault). Tim let out a real, genuine laugh about 4 times (yes, you kept count), while Jaime found himself growing more and more shocked at each detail. Poor guy couldn’t process that Nightwing — the intimidating and mature leader — was actually just a giant loser. The trilogy of Batmobile stories evolved into the thrilling saga that was Dick’s fridge issues (which you solved by finding out the fridge was unplugged), then into the time he got stuck in the ventilation system of S.T.A.R.R. Labs (you remember his explanation being, “I fitted last time,” despite the “last time” being 3 years prior).

Unfortunately, before you could tell the story of Dick breaking Wally’s souvenir shelf, the sounds of rocks being pulled away from the cave’s entrance made you all flinch.

“Oh, yeah,” you simply said. “I totally forgot about the mission.”

“And the rendezvous time,” Tim admitted as he pulled away from your side.

“And my concussion,” Jaime groaned as he rested his head against your arm.

Enough rocks were moved that you could see Dick and Connor working together to free you guys. As comfortable as you were with your junior members, you practically lost all feeling in your legs, and it was definitely a good idea to get out of this cave. Tim stood up first to offer Jaime a hand. You spotted the concussed kid as he shakily got to his feet with Tim’s help, then stood up right after him. By the time Dick and Connor completely cleared the way (Connor doing most of the muscle work), all three of you were waiting patiently.

“Hey,” Tim casually chirped.

Dick, however, seemed to completely ignore the greeting. “Are you guys alright?! When you didn’t show up at the rendezvous, we thought something bad happened…!”

“We’re good,” you answered, a hand behind Jaime’s back to keep in steady. Well, speaking of Jaime… “Blue got a concussion, but other than that, we’re good.”

“A concussion,” Connor echoed, brows furrowed. “Is that why you’re de-armored?”

“Yeah.” Jaime’s tone didn’t sound all that pleased. “Scarab said that… in the event that I were to be deceased… it wants to be ready to find the nearest candidate to be its host.”

… Guess that scarab really IS cold-hearted.

Getting Jaime settled into the Bioship was easy enough. Connor gave him one last concussion test before talking about his own concussion experiences, and you soon recognized it as a tactic to keep Jaime awake. Meanwhile, Tim’s cheeks were a blotchy pink from Dick’s kind praises, his older brother gushing over how well Tim did this mission (and everything that was said was true; Tim was the MVP in your eyes). As a hug was shared between the two, Dick offered you a soft smile, which you gladly returned. Thank you, he mouthed, and you couldn’t help but let your smile grow at that.

Just as you were about to join Dick’s side, however, Tim shot his brother a questioning look. “You tried to put out a fire with gasoline?”

The smile on your face dropped, with Dick’s face seemed mirroring yours. The only difference was that, while his eyes squinted in confusion, yours widened in realization. A quizzical hum left Dick’s lips, and before you could scramble to interject, Tim continued. “And you punched yourself? Oh, also, do you still remember that Chicken Whizee’s dance? I wanna see it.”

You felt your heart drop in your chest as Dick slowly looked back up at you. It didn’t take long for him to put together the pieces, a deadly glare being shot your way. All you could do was helplessly look away, hoping that maybe Jaime or Connor would come to your rescue.

Well, it became evident that your hero wasn’t going to be Jaime. “We heard you crashed the Batmobile three times,” he called out, soft enough that it wouldn’t hurt his head but loud enough that Dick would hear it.

Connor’s brow raised in interest at this comment (so he also wasn’t going to be your hero). “Three times?”

“Two times,” Dick bitterly corrected, his gaze still on you. “I don’t think our dear friend (H/N) told the story right.” His face then broke out in a wicked grin. “Well, good thing I’m willing to set the record straight. Right, (H/N)?”

… Now would be a really good time for a distraction, wouldn’t it?

#Young Justice x reader #Tim Drake and reader #Dick Grayson x reader #Robin Tim Drake #Nightwing Dick Grayson

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cyb3r-st4t · 17 days

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Hi, I wanted to make an announcement before I take this into my own hands and do it without telling any of you.

I will be deleting my blog on May 15th of next month.

Explanation and lowkey heavy vent below the cut, so just be aware that this will contain mention of pro//ana blogs, s//h blogs, and mention of declining health mentally, and physically. Stay safe. <3

This was sort of a long time coming, and I may even make another appearance in the future, but as of right now, I feel like it’s the best thing to do.

I want to start this off by saying that this is not me losing interest in writing, or creating content like this. This is for my safety as a human being with so much more healing that I need to endure. I won’t quit making content altogether, I will continue to post from time to time on AO3, but with tumblr, I can’t open this app without being sent into full blown panic attacks anymore.

I wish, wish, wish I could stay on here and support everyone in all ways possible, and I’m so fucking upset with the fact that I can’t just be a normal person and do that, but I can’t. I really tried, and I’m so sorry that it’s come down to this. I really feel like a total failure, I have for a while now.

Currently with the writing and how I will continue it, I wanted to mention that I’m not sure how much more Genshin content I will continue to make as I’ve lost interest in it. I still love, love, love the characters, but I simply do not have the motivation or care to dig into their backstories; not even to learn about them aside from hearing word going around, and head canons.

If anything about my writing with characters has been off in the past, you now know that I’m not a lore person, haha.

In that same breath, though, I’ve never written content about any other fandom? So there’s a high chance it will stick around. As long as you’re aware that I don’t look into the characters, and as long as you don’t care about that, haha </3.

On a darker side of things, and the sole reason that I’m deleting my blog, and the app is the over all toxicity, I’m practically k!lling myself just getting on here. I don’t mean to scare any of you with that, but with the thin//spo, s//h, and over all excruciatingly triggering content that continues to pop up on my feed despite blocking a god awful amount of tags. I feel so trapped.

Something I don’t share is that I have D.I.D (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and the shit on this app that I see hurts. For a while, I was healing, but with the things I’ve been exposed to with talks of r!tual, m//c, and t0rture, and harsh misinformation on that— people even making up their own traumatic backstories with wishes that they could be a victim of that abuse with absolutely no trigger warnings of any kind— I can’t do it anymore. Not right now.

I’m quite literally in the worst condition I have ever been in, mentally and physically, and all I wanted to do was write about the things I enjoyed, and interact with the people within the community.

So.

I’m sorry.

I just really want to be okay.

This is my Ao3, please follow it to keep up with my fic’s if you haven’t already. I’m gonna be shifting all of my currently existing fics over there as well, so nothing will die into the abyss.

I hope to see you guys there, if I don’t, I hope to see you in the future if I ever decide that I can try this again.

You’ve done nothing but make me happy, I promise.

Much love,

Wowee/Cyber.

#cyb.stat posts #cyb.stat updates

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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This is a kinda weird request

Can you do any sdra2 character react male reader who is the ultimate baker and poison maker

In chapter 3, Kanade decided to frame male reader by putting a poison that he know

When Sora reveal that male reader is the ultimate poison maker, he snaps just like Mikan

Male reader only make poison to use on bad people

I don't think it's weird! Dw

Also this is sorta like a general character reaction and not just a single person

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As the Ultimate Baker, you made sure everyone in the group had some delicious snacks/desserts to keep their energy up while exploring Utsuroshima! Because of your skills, you were permitted to wake up early and make pastries for breakfast in the ship's kitchen.

You were delighted to hear your classmates say the love your food more than Mikado's (although you don't try to discredit his cooking, as he makes pretty gourmet stuff).

Yuri was the only one adamant about accepting anything from you, bluntly asking if you "poisoned" the Russian dessert you tried replicating for him.

That lowkey freaked you out.....until you remembered that he hated men, so you calmed down and brushed off the remark.

However, your initial reaction didn't go unnoticed by Kanade, who wondered why you looked so scared in that moment..

But after some snooping around, she finds out that you carry vials of poison in your bag. And during Yuri's trial, you did have some extensive knowledge of sedatives---nearly enough to rival her own.

How curious.

After being given the third motive, Kanade sets her plan into motion and decides to frame you for the crime instead of Iroha.

She stole a vial out of your bag (replacing it with another glass that contained similarly-colored liquid), recognizing it as an extremely potent mixture that could paralyze someone instantly.

It's better than a stun gun, so she fills up a syringe with the poison and planted the empty glass in the kitchen trash.

The next morning, she executes her murder plot with her sister.

Her goal was to convince everyone that you're the monster who poisoned Setsuka and dismembered her body while she was still alive--not only giving her and Hibiki freedom, but also driving you insane and revealing your darker side.

Plus, with some of the students having witnessed her grab a muffin from you the morning of her death, the blame will no doubt be kept on you for a while.

During the trial, Kanade will "reveal" the empty glass "evidence" and smirk as you become nervous, denying the accusations that you laced Setsuka's food with poison.

But Sora wonders why the hell you'd even carry around poison--a possible murder weapon--this whole time, and could have very well killed everyone if you wanted to.

Cue Monocrow being like "hmm I never thought about a Blackened committing mass murder"

In anger, you blurt out that you'd never use poison to kill random people--only those who you believed were evil and deserved it.

But that just confirms it, Sora states.. you're a poison maker.

Monocrow also confesses that you have two talents officially recognized at Hope's Peak instead of one, which makes you hysterical as you didn't want anybody to find out this.

You can't explain how you could've messed with the gate records or moved Setsuka's remains to the ghost house, which opens up the "double-blackened" theory.

You keep insisting you're innocent, and eventually it holds up when the twins become the prime suspects and the truth is revealed by Sora in the end.

But from there on, everyone's become more and more wary of your food.

Although Iroha trusts you, wanting to keep the peace, so she still asks you for snacks.

#clanask #anonymous #sdra2 x reader #super danganronpa another 2 x reader #male reader #headcanons

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stayandot8 · 9 months

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Chapter Three- Part One: Heaven's Grief

series summary: this one is a little different than anything else I've written. An AU where the members work in a bar with my MC, no idols among them. It's also going to be on the longer side. The fluffy Chris we know and love is nowhere to be found. He's broodier, moodier, and has jokes up the wazoo. So buckle up, kitties. This one's gonna be good 😏.

inspo: the song by Fall Out Boy.

Genre: i'm not really sure tbh

Relationship type: ???

Important Contents: bar setting, so mentions of alcohol, chris is a lowkey-highkey dick, swearing as usual

a/n: Sorry this took so long, my loves. If you read, thank you. I hope this was worth the reallyfuckinglong wait.

WC: 10.1k

Last part l Next part I masterlist

If I was being honest, I didn’t sleep at all that night. I tried, I really did. But it was all I could do to not think about everything that had just happened. It was on constant replay in my mind, reliving those lips on mine, the way he held me against him, it was all so much to take in. From being at odds with each other to this, it was so new. Something I never thought to explore and yet, here I was, hours away from doing just that. I thought of my list of concerns about what this would mean not just for us, but for everyone around us. What would the rest of the boys think? If we kept it quiet, would they even notice? Would Minho? Would he care?

You know he would. It was an obvious answer. And if we decided to move forward, he should be told. Together, though. We should tell him together.

I spent the rest of the moonlit night writing down any concerns or questions that came to mind and when the sun started rising, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I picked out the cutest jeans I had along with a black top that may have helped my boobs pop just a little. I smiled to myself and I slipped on my Vans and grabbed my bag to leave.

The drive downtown to Felix’s bakery was longer than it would have been if I hadn’t missed so many turns. There was too much running through my brain to truly focus on where I was going. I was lucky I didn’t cause an accident. But when I finally parked, I couldn’t help my eye roll as my mouth involuntarily turned upwards.

“Have you been here all night?” My voice groggy but light, giving away my butterflies at seeing Chris sitting at one of the outdoor tables. He snapped his head up at the sound and grinned as he stood up to greet me.

“No, I just couldn’t sleep.” He walked up just close enough to encourage any touch I may initiate, waiting for my go-ahead. I bumped his shoulder lightly.

“Me neither, actually.” I lead the way around the few people out on the streets to the front door of the cafe. Chris rushed from behind to open the door, stepping to the side to place his hand on the small of my back as I walked by. I did my best to pretend not to feel the icy cold when he dropped it. The bell ringing as the door closed caused a flour-covered Felix to rush out from his back room in his pink apron to greet the new customers.

“Hi! Welcome to- Oh, it's just you guys.” His face dropped to a new neutral expression he saved just for friends, then shifted into one of confusion. “Wait, why-”

“Felix, honey, can we talk in the back for a second?” I waved Chris to sit at the usual table I occupied and shoved Felix to the back before he could object.

“You know I get suspicious when you call me that. It makes me nervous.” Felix grabbed a towel from his work station and started wiping his hands as he turned to look me up and down. “Why are both of you here? Together? What’s going on?” The look he was sporting was way too serious for this early in the morning.

“Felix, there’s something I need to tell you.” His face didn’t change, waiting expectantly. “And I’m only telling you this because you know how to keep a secret and this is remaining a secret for now. Okay?” He nodded. “Me and Chris are here to talk about the possibility of a relationship between us.” I waited for the realization to hit him, for some kind of inkling that he heard me. But those big doe eyes just stared at me, still waiting for something so I continued. “This literally just happened last night so we haven’t told anyone at the restaurant yet. You’re the first one.”

“And?” He wiped his hands further on his apron before grabbing some oven mitts and walking over to the industrial oven to take out his breakfast loaves. That confused me more.

“Honestly I was expecting a bigger reaction from you. Why aren’t you more shocked?” I stuck out a hand to rest on the counter while placing the other on my hip while I waited for him to turn his attention back to me.

“You think you're the only one in that situation that came to me with their feelings? I’ve been waiting for weeks for one of you to break, Jesus.” He tossed his mitts to the side, the heat from the loaf pans radiating into the air. His cheeks were flushed from the heat of the oven, making him look cuter than normal and making me forget my own confusion. I shook my head to return to the present.

“You mean to tell me that he’s been coming in here too? To talk about me?” My heart fluttered at the idea of that beautiful man in this place talking about me. Maybe the heat of the oven was getting to me too. I felt it on my own cheeks now.

“Oh please. Here, take these.” He handed me two plates with fresh banana bread slices. “And go get to talking so you can stop talking to me about it. Go. Go!” He shooed me out of the back room, grabbing those mitts to swat me with if necessary. I scurried away, plates in hand to sit at my usual table, a new guest sitting in front of me.

That damned morning sun cast a soft orange glow across the room, bathing Chris in almost an angelic halo. His shining eyes were even more so when they saw me coming his way. I had never had anyone look at me quite like that before, like I carried all of his happiness within me. My swallow was thick. I had to look away for a moment so I wouldn’t go blind. I placed one plate in front of him and sat across the table.

“Fresh bread from the master himself. Don’t try to pay for it though, he’ll yell at you until you leave.” Chris chuckled, nodding as he broke off a piece and dropped it into his mouth. His eyes went wide.

“Holy fuck, that’s good.” I nodded slowly.

“That’s why we sell his stuff. He’s the best baker in town. What he should do is hire more help around here. It’s just him.” I broke off a piece of my own slice and let the heavenly warmth lure me into heaven for a momentum savoring the taste. I sighed before opening my eyes to see Chris watching me eat. “What?”

“Nothing.” He said to his piece, trying to hide his grin. He took another piece off. “Alright. Go ahead and take out that list that I know you have and we can go through it together.” I slowly shook my head but retrieved my list anyways.

“You wait until you need something and one of my lists saves you. See who’s complaining then.” I unfolded the paper, scanning it over once more. I tried not to let the tremor in my hands show too much. “Well, first thing’s first: the boys. Obviously, we have to tell Minho because, let’s face it, he’ll find out eventually. And I think it’ll be better if it comes from us. You know how he can get.” Chris nodded as he chewed.

“I agree we should tell him, but not until we know for sure.”

“I can agree to that.” I mentally checked it off. “What about the others? Do we need to tell them?” He watched his plate, carefully thinking.

“Unless they guess, I’m not telling them. You know they’ll just taunt us the whole time.”

“That’s true. I can see Han now.” And I could. See how he would yell at the top of his lungs something super embarrassing while the dining room was full of guests. Or Hyunjin making kissing noises in my ear while I was cleaning something. “Yeah, let’s wait on that one. Unless it comes up, let’s not tell them directly.” Chris nodded again and watched me take another bite. “If you don’t stop staring at me, I’ll think I have something on my face.”

“You don’t, I promise. I would tell you.” I raised my eyebrow at him and quickly wiped my mouth with a napkin.while eyeing him with narrowed eyes.

“Moving on.” I said while waiting for his laughter to subside. “First date. I’m telling you this now so that you can decide if you want to back out.” I connected my fingers as I counted off my expectations. “You’re picking me up. You’re paying for the first one, but I believe in equality. You get one, I’ll get the next and so on. If you’re paying, you’re picking the place. If I’m paying, I’m picking. Unless there’s somewhere we really want to try or something we want to do, sound good?”

“My mother raised me as such, so yes. Sounds good.” You could’ve knocked me over with a breath when he smiled. I didn’t realize how much I had grown to care for it.

“Okay, great.” I couldn’t help but smile back. “Next.” I looked down at my list, my eyes going straight to the bottom. I remembered debating whether to bring it up at all, deciding it was vital. “About that thing I caught you doing.” He smiled dropped immediately and his eyes shuttered from that open invitation to closed tight. He quickly looked around to scope out the surroundings while he waited. “You can’t be doing that.”

“I haven��t been. Living with Minho has stopped that from being an option. You saw to that.”

“I know. But I just wanted to make sure because I can’t be with someone like that. I can’t be scared of what you’re doing when you’re not with me. I don’t want to find you dead somewhere and not know why or how or who to go after. But if you say you’re done, then I believe you. I won’t question it further.” It was his turn to avoid my eyes, his now empty plate the point of focus. I leaned down to try and catch his eye. “One day, I’d like to hear that story.”

“And one day, I might tell you.” It would be a matter of trust and time, then. He would open up eventually, I just had to be patient. And I would be. For now.

My phone buzzed in my pocket at the same time Chris’s did on the table.

“Text from Minho.” Chris said.

“‘Meeting in 15. Be there or miss the fun.’ What in the fuck?” Felix emerged from the back room once more, sporting the same confused look I was sure both Chris and I were.

“Any idea what this is about?” He called in his deep voice.

“Not sure.” I called back as we each grabbed our things.”But if it includes you, it ought to be good.” Felix posted the sign on his door saying he was temporarily closed and locked the door behind us.

The restaurant had a peaceful quality to it when it was fully closed like this. Before the hustle of people came in to disrupt it, the quiet of what I knew could be a symphony of chaos was gratifying. The silent buzzing of the ice machine and humming of the upper vent was as quiet as it could get. Sometimes when a shift was particularly busy, I would simply sit in the silence after I was done with the closing paperwork. I cherished it when I could. It was a rare calm.

The sun waxing into it’s position higher in the sky, I was surprised more of our staff wasn’t late. Well, not really. Han, Felix, Chris, and I walked into the room to see Changbin and Minho talking quietly into their phones. Seungmin was resting his head on his arms, eyes closed with soft snores emitting from him. Hyunjin and Jeongin were the only ones missing.

The younger burst through the door with three minutes to spare, his face flushed and his hair disheveled. Changbin hung up whatever conversation he was having to tease him. He never missed a chance to do so.

“Didn’t even have time to brush your hair?” He whisper-shouted. He ruffled the younger boy's hair even more, earning a groan from Jeongin. “Innie, you know better than this. I raised you better.” Jeongin squirmed out from under him.

“I know, I know.” He tried desperately running his fingers through his hair to repair whatever damage had been done.

“Geez, Innie. Didn’t I tell you to always bring a brush with you everywhere?” Hyunjin appeared out of nowhere with a brush in hand and was holding it out to him. Jeongin took it and hurriedly ran it through his locks. All of my boys in casual clothes was a sight to behold, usually at least one of them was in work attire. But they were each dressed like they normally would be, in some variation of denim, slacks, sweaters, tanks, and tshirts. It felt like a family meeting of sorts.

“Someone wake up Seungmin before I do.” Minho strolled back to the group, his hands now in his pockets. I searched for any sign of what this meeting could be about, but his face gave nothing away. All I could gather was that he wasn’t angry, which was always good. As Hyunjin roused Seungmin awake, we all gathered around Minho like ducklings, each taking seats around him. Chris grabbed a seat next to me, brushing our knees together as we sat. I snuck him a glance before we all turned to him. Once Minho was sure he had all of our attention, he began again. “I just got off the phone with my father, who has just told me that we have had a record-breaking year sales-wise and he would like to reward everyone for their hard work over the past few years. So, he has bought us a very nice, very fancy, four-day beach vacation, starting today.” Whoops and yells of joy rang through the empty room, bouncing off the walls and echoing around us. Some of the boys were hugging each other, others were clapping each other on the back, it was a nice ruckus to see. All I could do was smile while I looked back to Minho, who couldn’t hide his own pride in his team.

I knew his father wouldn’t have come to this conclusion on his own. Minho didn’t like to express it outwardly, but this was as much his family as his actual one. Sometimes, I thought even more so. He cared about each of us like we were his own. He fought for us when it was needed and had our backs when it wasn’t. He trusted us and encouraged the best from us without even knowing it. This was as much his gift to us as his father’s.

Minho called for quiet. “I haven’t even told you the best part.” That pride I had seen had been replaced with something else, something more sinister. “You all have an hour to pack and be back here or you’re getting left behind. Go!” The scrambling to leave was pure chaos, everyone trying to get out the doors at the same time. I stayed put as everyone left, waiting for the rush to calm until there was only myself and Minho left. He was sitting quietly, now letting his softness out since everyone was gone. I stood to follow the rest to leave but something stopped me from opening the door. I turned back to Minho.

“How much convincing did it take?” He didn’t look away from his phone, but his smile remained.

“More than it should have, but they’ve earned it. They work hard so it’s about time.” He finally realized I wasn’t moving. “You better go start packing, I know how long you can take.”

“You wouldn’t leave me behind.” It was meant to be serious, but came out more breathy and high-pitched than I meant. He glanced at me from beneath his brows, like he certainly would. I tilted my head with a smirk. He relented with a breathy laugh and returned to his phone, bringing his finger to his lips and waved me off.

Exactly fifty-eight minutes later, all nine of us were standing around the parking lot, baggage scattered around the gravel. Debating who would travel with whom for the two hour car ride, the discussion was going a whole lot of nowhere. Han was whining that he didn’t want to ride with Changbin, who was cackling and dragging him off towards his vehicle with frightening strength. Felix, being the softy he was, bounced towards the two with his freshly-dyed hair fluffing out in the wind and volunteered to ride with them. Han pursed his lips and crossed his arms and eventually followed Felix into the awaiting car. Minho was leaning against his own, waiting for everyone else to figure out where they were riding while checking his watch every so often. Hyunjin was sitting in the passenger seat while Seungmin was climbing into the back before Minho could protest. Jeongin was the last one to decide, standing between all of the vehicles, his head bouncing from one to the next before deciding Minho’s car was the safest.

“You guys take all the time you need, I’m driving myself in case you lot annoy me to the point where I want to come home.” I strolled over to Minho, who sent me the address with a wink. I typed it into my maps and opened my car door to slide inside, my tshirt and jean shorts catching the eye of someone who scanned me up and down as he oh so casually made his way over to my car, eyes going left and right to see if anyone would find him and call him out.

Chris flung his bag in my backseat and slid into my passenger side seat before anyone could notice, quickly picking up his phone to give the appearance that he’d been there the whole time. He flipped his hat backwards to heighten the effect.

“Oh would you look at that?” He said nonchalantly, face still buried in his phone. “I seem to have found myself in your car. Oh well. Guess I’m riding with you.” A slow smirk grew on those plush lips as he continued to scroll, a matching one on mine as I took up the wheel. Car after car rolled out of the parking lot as we followed them out onto the interstate. A comfortable silence fell over us as he took over my speakers, filling it with his own music taste. I hadn’t been able to get the thought of his music setup out of my head since we helped him unpack at Minho’s, how complex the setup had seemed. It looked as if he had been gathering equipment for a while, gaining enough knowledge to know what was the best quality.

“Trade one secret talent for another?” I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He looked at me like I had suggested we crash the car. Then slowly, he shrugged his shoulders with a small smile.

“Fine, but you’re going first.”

“Alright, but the only rule is you can’t look at me or else I’ll lose my nerve.” I let my nervous laughter escape me. I glanced over just in time to see his nod of agreement, his eyes sparkling in interest. “Give me your phone.” He dropped it in my outstretched hand and I pulled up the music app, going straight for my favorite show tune of the moment. The beginning piano keys paired with the familiar percussions of What Baking Can Do from the musical Waitress soundtrack boomed through the speakers. I settled into the familiar headspace I had when I sang, letting the music come through me and pretended I was alone so the threat of nerves wouldn’t threaten my voice. It rarely worked but it was worth a shot. Chris just stared at his hands, unmoving as the tune progressed. It was like he could focus on nothing else while it played, his other senses shutting down as he put all his effort into listening. He listened with his whole body it seemed, every part of him still.

When the song ended, I could only watch the street in front of me, my heartbeat a drum in my chest. It was a thick silence. A small voice that was not mine broke it.

“Am I allowed to look at you now?” I snickered.

“Yes but I make no promises that I’ll be able to do the same.” I hit the steering wheel for emphasis.

“You can really sing.” It was one of those voices he had where you could hear the smile even without looking at him. The flush of blood to my face was immediate.

“Your turn. Lay it on me.” Taken aback at my sudden turn on him, his open grin shifted to one that didn’t reach all the way across his lips. He nodded and returned to his phone, his thumb scrolling through whatever he was doing until a repeating piano key rang through.

“Same rule applies to you. Don’t you dare look at me.” He said, holding up a finger in warning.

“Okay.” The upturned corners of my mouth slowly started to sink as a lilting voice hit my ears. It sounded vaguely familiar, that voice. The lyrics were so sad, playing into the notes of the piano so fluidly. How could I forget? The day you lied to me. The lyrics hit me like water splashed on my face. The overwhelming sadness in what was being laid out in front of me was like a weight settling into my chest and I suddenly understood some of the pain he had been carrying around was all he had to hold onto and this was his way of letting it go, letting it free. His voice was ethereal, his high notes forcing every emotion to the surface.

As the end of the piano faded out, I was speechless. It was as though Chris had told me more than just one secret just now, more than just a passion project he was working on. It felt like a peak into his soul, what drove him and why. It was up to me to decipher just how exactly it affected me but the pieces of the puzzle were there. He would hand them to me, one by one. Eventually. I cleared my throat.

“I don’t have any words.”

“That bad, huh?” He gave me a sheepish smile. I shook my head so quickly my ponytail whacked my neck multiple times.

“No Chris, not at all. It was like…” I tried to put the emotions into words, finding it harder when he was waiting. “It felt like you. I feel like I just got a peek into your mind for the first time. Have you ever shown that to anyone?” He shook his head, keeping his eyes down.

“You’re the first.”

“Oh wow.” I sat fully back in my seat, trying to get oxygen back to my lungs, my brain so I could form coherent thoughts again. “Thank you. For that.”

“Thanks for wanting to hear it.” More silence as the road passed under us.

“Have you ever been to the beach?” He put his phone in his lap and adjusted himself so he was staring out the window without straining himself. He sighed.

“I grew up near one actually. My mom would take me and my sisters all the time. I would go with friends when I was young.” I couldn’t quite see his face as he spoke, but the shift in his tone was enough for me to guess what kind of memories it brought up. “I would love coming home with sand in my shoes. The post-beach shower when you’ve been in the sun all day? There’s really nothing like it. Putting on a fresh pair of comfortable clothes too, my mom cooking dinner and my sisters watching TV…” He trailed off, leaving me lost in his memories too. I could see it, him in his cutoff t shirt watching his family be themselves. It was a nice picture. “I miss them. A lot.”

It was the first time he had mentioned his family in the present. Every other time had been in the past, recalling a memory or dream of some kind. He inhaled sharply.

“Is there a way you could visit? I’m sure they’d love to see you.” It took everything in me to keep my eyes on the road, my hand itching to grab his in comfort. He turned away from the passing scenery to angle his body towards me.

“I don’t know where they went. They’re off, safe somewhere I hope. I’ve thought about reaching out but everytime I pull up a message box, I lose my nerve and close it again. Over and over, again and again. Year after year.” My arm moved of its own accord as I felt it grab his fingers and lock them. He moved his opposite hand over mine and encased it between his.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” I gave him my best comforting smile. His eyes were beginning to sparkle, the kind of glint when you’re tearing up.

“I want to be ready. I want to tell you everything.”

“But you’re not. And it’s okay. We’ll get there, don’t worry. There’s no rush.” I squeezed his hand. He squeezed right back.

“Thank you.” He brought my hand to his lips and held it there for a few seconds. I couldn’t help the flush this time either. I felt the reaction to let go shoot down my arm but he was having none of it as he held tighter.

“We should probably discuss what we’re going to do about this weekend. If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, they’re going to get suspicious.” I nudged his knee with my knuckle, earning a laugh.

“I say as long as we can keep our interactions friendly, there shouldn’t be a problem. But that does push our date back until we get back, which is an awfully long time to wait.” I pursed my lips, thinking.

“Hmm. Yes, indeed it is.”

“Unless I’m allowed to find a quiet moment on this trip to officially ask you to be mine…” A shiver ran down my spine. This man wants me to be his. A cautious grin spread on both of our faces. If I was able to look into his eyes, really look into them, I would’ve been able to see the sincerity in which he meant those words. He would make me his whether he had a moment or not..

“If you can find the perfect moment, I’ll say yes. But it has to be perfect. Okay?” I heard a hushed ‘yes whisper-shouted in victory and beamed.

Hours and pointless, laughter-filled conversations later, we each received the group text from Minho stating the conditions of our arrival. We each would receive our own key, which we would return upon departure. Failure to do so would result in a fee and a ‘serious talking to’ from Changbin. Respecting the property was a must, including but not limited to excessive partying, broken items, or damage to the pool and/or hot tub. Failure to comply would result in a fee and a ‘bitching out’ from Minho.

“Looks like we’re definitely reaching beach city.” I said. After hours of passing nothing but trees and winding roads, we finally came upon a small town with pastels and different hues of beige lumps for houses, all ranging from single shacks to sand castles in their own right. They all were characterized with their own charms, a garden of rose bushes in front of one, surfboards leaning against most of them.

“Do you surf?” I asked while I had the thought.

“I used to. I haven’t in years though. I was never good at it.”

“Of course you do.” I said under my breath, the hint of yearning in his voice not lost on me. He seemed good at everything he did, never forthright with his skill though. It had this subtle power of making you want to root for him, no matter what the condition.

The houses were lined along the gravel road on each side, the ocean not too far off. Within walking distance if anyone desired to do so, but far enough that they would be safe from the high tide. Flashes of lime green and yellow houses caught my eye as I drove down the long street, myself and Chris each looking at our respective sides. I recognized Minho's and Changbin’s cars in the distance in front of us, leading the way. Palm trees scattered along each way only added to the cheerful demeanor of the town and with the sun shining so brightly high in the blue, it was shaping up to be a beautiful day for such an occasion.

“I never asked you. Have you ever been to the beach?” He asked while still watching each house pass by.

“Only a few times. I promised myself I would live in a beach house when I was a kid.”

“Ha! I said the same thing.” He squeaked out another laugh. The familiar cars in front of us turned and disappeared behind a cove of trees lining a paved driveway, even more winding and eventually coming up to a gate where the other two cars were parked in front of and the rest of the gang were standing and stretching around them. Minho was punching some numbers into a keypad on a metal pole in front of the elaborate gated way, gold rods interconnecting to keep out strangers. The gate stood before a circular driveway that stood before a tall, three-story house with white railing alongside the middle floor. There was a built-in section off to the side, open for the elements to be enjoyed. The stairs leading up to the front door were painted white, narrowing the closer to the house you got. The black shutters on the windows complimented the gray paint on the house nicely, making for a classic look without taking away from the nature surrounding it. The black metal fence peeked out from the back, hiding what could only be a backyard big enough for the impending shenanigans to come. The house loomed before us, a haven from the outside world and far enough away from everything else that everyone could go as nuts as they wanted to.

Minho coughed very loudly to chase the clammor away and regain the attention as the gates swung inside for us to enter. The chatter died down as we all turned to Minho for further instructions.

“I’m handing out the keys before we get in because once we’re in there, I don’t want to see any of you until dinner. This house is big enough that I should be able to get my wish.” Minho went around to each of us, staring directly into each person’s eyes as he handed them out. “Any damage done to this place will result in the repairs coming out of your own pockets. If it doesn’t need repairing, I don’t want to hear about it. Now be gone.” Most of the boys ran up the twenty or so steps to the front door in a race to claim the best bedroom. Some of them went through the opening in the gate to see what awaited us in the backyard. I just watched them all run around like teenagers, the yelling and shouts of excitement coming from inside and outside.

When all that remained was myself and Minho, we each grabbed our own luggage from our respective cars and dragged it up the stairs.

“What’re the dinner plans?” He smirked at me.

“I’m planning on holding a tournament and the loser has to go grocery shopping for us all.” I nodded, amusement taking over my features. As we entered the main floor, my jaw dropped.

The opening room was enormous. Open floor plan with a kitchen in the back corner, a door to the open attachment I noticed earlier had an outdoor eating area and a grill that I’m sure would be occupied come dinner time. An island sat in the middle, marble countertops lining the walls with the dark wooden cabinets above. The fridge was a double-doored mountain that was tucked into its place in the wall, just jutting out enough for us to access it. If I turned my head further right, I could see the huge indoor dining table, enough to seat ten and making it a perfect fit for all of us. The windows on the walls shone on the worn tabletop, showing the years of wear and tear and proving the space was lived in. The chairs were perfectly in place, showing the others hadn’t messed with it yet.

Turning my head to my left to the open lounging area was when my already opened mouth fell all the way down. The soft light green walls wrote the perfect invitation to cool off in the area, the dark wood framed couches and white cushions adding to the air of comfort. The plus white rug was centered in the middle of the room, outlined by the matching smaller couch and end tables in each corner. Everything was facing the huge television mounted on the wall with every gaming system on trend since the early 1990s sitting beneath it on the low table, waiting to be used. A karaoke machine was amongst them, and I knew who would be the first to pick up the mic.

The pool table was occupied by Chris and Changbin, already setting up the balls for a game for who got the bigger room downstairs. The other ruckus was coming from either set of stairs, shouting and expletives coming from just about everywhere. I followed the string of waterscapes downstairs rather than the shell drawings leading upwards. The walk down was short without my suitcase behind me, unknowingly leaving it behind me as I lowered down to the scene in front of me.

It was a huge basement game room, complete with, what I was told, two bedrooms and a full bathroom. Each room had a trundle bed, sleeping options available for two in the room if needed. The walls were in the same shade of green the living room was, the dark black rattan couches tucked away into a small corner. No one seemed to be paying much attention to who was coming down though, too busy playing the old Pac-man game and Street Fighter stations in the corner or the basketball set-up close by. Hyunjin was cheering Jeongin on at Pac-man and Minho had taken over Street Fighter, quiet compared to Hyunjin’s loud cheering. Han was shooting baskets to his heart’s content as I walked over to him to inform him of my discovery. His eyes shot open and his brows upwards.

“Where is it?!” He shouted, bolting up the stairs now towards the karaoke machine. “How did I miss it?!”

I chuckled, watching his little legs run as fast as they could before the music playing at full volume masked Hyunjin’s cheers, even when he was a foot away from my ears. I looked back over to Innie, who was completely consumed by his game, his tongue poking out between his teeth. His concentration was admirable sometimes. I glanced around the room, taking in the rest of the room and all it had to offer before going back upstairs to the music and Han’s very loud voice.

The sunlight was peeking in through the sliding doors, left open just a crack as more voices were coming in. I followed them out to see Felix and Seungmin in a small hot tub, big enough for a few people. The thought struck me that if all of us were to attempt to get in, it would definitely be a tight squeeze. Some people might even have to sit on the edges.

“How are you guys not boiling up in the heat?” I asked, my brows raised.

“The heat takes a minute. Now it’s just lukewarm water with jets.” Seungmin replied, eyes never opening with his head resting on the side, facing the burning sun. Felix was across from him in a similar position.

“Okay, well, don’t forget sunscreen or you’ll roast like a chicken.” I poked back through the way I came out, Felix’s ‘thank you, MOM!’ making me shake my head and smile.

Back inside, Chris and Changin had paused their game to watch Han’s performance, intermittently laughing when he did something funny. Which was always. I couldn’t help but notice Chris’s eyes disappearing while he watched Han sing. He looked relaxed for the first time since he started with us. His hat was still backwards, probably so that he could see to shoot the cue balls straight but now, it was for watching Han do anything and everything to keep them looking at him. I stood and watched him for a second, leaning against the sliding doors behind me as Jeongin appeared from downstairs.

“I heard singing and I came up.”

“And?” I teased. Jeongin gave me a knowing look and came closer to whisper to me.

“And Hyunjin kicked me off when I lost.” I nodded.

“You guys have fun with this, I’m going to see where the biggest bedroom is and steal it. Jeongin nodded and I grabbed my bag and headed up the stairs where it was quiet.

These stairs were softer, carpeting leading the way from the hardwood floors below. The stairs ended with a long hallway with several doors on each side, each leading to a bedroom with a different color theme. The first door on my left had a bunk bed and bathed in navy blue. Pictures of Sailboats littered the walls and a dark wood dresser stood beside a small closet with a small lamp on top. The room diagonal to that on on my right was cascaded in yellow, with a queen size bed in the middle. No dresser, but a TV on the wall and a closet tucked in the corner. I made a mental note about this room and moved on to the next. A large King sized bed was in the pink-painted room next door, complete with a flowery comforter on the top and pink and white pillows. This room had two dressers and no closet, with a small television propped on top of the closest to the bed. The last room was a light blue just like the first, bunk beds and no TV. I knew that would cause a problem later, which would have some very funny consequences.

The last few doors were full bathrooms, totaling three. There would be plenty of beds but the bathrooms would have to be shared. Good thing these boys were so used to sharing…

The screen door at the very end of the hall led to the porch outside, where old wooden rocking chairs were placed to look at the ocean and the streets not-that-far off. It was a perfect getaway. Minho’s feather found a great place, although I wasn’t sure it was him who found it after all. Minho had a way of knowing things that he shouldn’t. It was a secret talent of his. The breeze touched my cheek, gently bringing the smell of the water with it. I had to close my eyes and take it all in. Having a moment to myself, I was able to finally go through my thoughts and how I felt about the one person who was on my mind constantly.

How come he finally snapped? What was it about that moment that compelled him to tell me his true feelings? It wasn’t like he never had the chance before. There had been… moments. But I assured he was just trying to get to know me? Could those have been when he was trying to show me how he felt? There was so much to try and decipher with him. But for now, that could wait until we got back into the city. I took down my hair to let it breathe in the air and took one last look at the scenery before going inside to claim the yellow bedroom for myself.

It wasn’t until I heard the stomps soften on the carpet while I was unpacking that everyone else had the same thought I had. Different clamors happening in each room, fights over the bunk beds, which drawers they would get, and so on. Jeongin popped his head into my room and looked around, eyes wide.

“You were smart to get up here first. Although with you being the only girl, I’m sure everyone else would’ve given you your own room anyways.”

“Who’s fighting out there?” I walked over to the doorway towards the commotion to see Han and Chanbin on the top and bottom bunks of the dark blue room while Hyunjin and Seungmin debated with Felix over who got the top bunk down the hall. Hyunjin had his eyes closed on the bottom, interjecting everytim Seungmin would say something.

“I’ll just cuddle up to Hyunjin then.” Felix’s blue head dove for Hyunjin, who’s eyes flashed open just in time to see him coming and scream. A few kicks of the blanket and grumbles, Felix’s head was attached to Hyunjin’s shoulder and Hyunjin’s face had dropped into a set expression, begrudgingly accepting what was happening. Seungmin had climbed on the top bunk and settled.

“You guys know there’s beds downstairs, right?” They blinked back at me, bewildered that I dare suggest such a thing. I threw my hands up in defense and backed out slowly to investigate further down the hall.

Minho had taken over the pink room with the biggest bed, his bag open and spread out to claim his territory and literally growling at anyone who dared come more than two steps into the room. Chris and Changbin were looking at all the occupied rooms and turned to each other.

“Looks like we’ve got the downstairs all to ourselves.” Changbin clapped him on the shoulder as Chris gave me a knowing look that seemed to say ‘you got a room to yourself?’ I just shrugged and smirked at him. He shot one back, having the same thought.

“If everyone is done fighting over sleeping arrangements that you all know will change over the course of the next few days, meet downstairs!” I shouted and headed down the stairs, closing the door to my room behind me. Some followed, some didn’t. It was a funny picture actually, like a mother duck and her ducklings crossing the road.

We fanned out in the sitting area, waiting for the rest of them to follow and take their own bags to the rooms they had chosen. When everyone had done so and gathered in the sitting area on the middle floor, Minho stood in front of them like he was ready to present something to a room full of business colleagues.

“We’re having a tournament downstairs for dinner. Loser buys and shops for groceries for the whole weekend and takes one victim with them.” He looked around for any objection, finding none, and went downstairs.

“Minho, what are we playing?” Han asked, the echoes bouncing off the walls of the stairwell.

“Basketball.” Minho responded without turning, finding the bottom floor and heading straight for the propped game in the corner.

“But I’m no good at sports…” Han grumbled. “Why can’t we do the karaoke machine instead?” He finished under his breath. Chris clapped his shoulder.

“Don’t you worry, little buddy. There has to be someone worse than you.” I could only picture the eye Han was giving him.

“Alright losers. Line up. Any order, I don’t care. Stop pushing him, Changbin.” Hyunjin stepped up first and with all the elegance and grace he had stored in his skinny little body, he sunk it right in. Everyone ooohh’d and ahhh’d appropriately as he walked away with a very cocky smile. I flicked his forehead as he passed me.

“Stop that.” I joked. “You’ll get a big head.”

“I got it in first try!” He whined, holding his hands to his forehead. “No fair.”

Jeongin went next, missing and looking at Minho nervously.

“You haven’t lost yet. We still need to see who else misses.” Minho’s words reassured him and he went back in line. Changbin sunk his, as did Chris. Seungmin missed and looked at Jeongin.

“We can go together, I don’t mind.” Jeongin looked hopeful to have a willing victim.

Minho went next and sunk it in, going back to leaning on the wall to watch everyone. I was next. I blamed my sweaty hands and the multitude of eyes looking at me for how badly I missed at such a close range, and I went to stand with the rest of the losers. Han, to his and everyone else’s surprise, made his shot. He turned, an equally shocked expression on all of our faces, his mixed with delight. His arms flung up in the air and he paraded down the line, collecting high fives from all of us. Felix missed his shot, shrugged, and stood with the rest of us, queuing up to go again. Jeongin fiddled with the ball, looking nervous. Minho watched him.

“Do I have to cook too?” Minho shook his head. Jeongin breathed a sigh of relief and sunk the ball. A huge smile spread across his face as he joined the winners, more high fives going around. Seungmin shot again and missed. He turned back, looking more annoyed than anything. Felix took his turn next and made it. He danced to the other side of winners. I looked at Seungmin.

“Minnie? Will you come with me when I lose?” He smiled at me and nodded. I stared down the menacing hoop with a net, took another breath, and made the shot. My mouth fell open. “Since you said yes, I’ll say yes too.” I let Seungmin look at the others before volunteering to go with him. He shook me off.

“No, you stay with the heathens. I’m taking Hyunjin since he wanted to be cocky about it.” All the boys turned to see Hyunjin’s shocked face and bursted out laughing. Seungmin did the smart thing and took off up the stairs before Hyunjin started chasing after him, passing by in a blur of blonde hair.

“Kim Seungmin, you will pay for this!”

After the two boys left with a laundry list of groceries to get, the others spread back out to explore the house for themselves. I went to the back yard, complete with a small pool and a soccer goal. The trees provided just enough shade to cover the pool from the beating of the sun. A small shed in the back equipped with what I could only assure to be pool floaties and maintenance things. After about three seconds of contemplation, I rushed back to my haven upstairs to put on the only swimsuit I owned. A plain black two-piece with simple straps going over my shoulders was all the appeal I could muster, knowing the boys around me (except one) had seen me in it before. That didn’t help the feeling of slight anxiety as I pulled the bottoms on and grabbed a big tshirt to walk around in and rushed back to the pool, Jeongin and Felix asking where I was going from their spot at the pool table.

“There’s a pool outside! Come on!” They glanced at each other and raced to put their suits on as well. I opened the door leading to the back and walked down the matching stairs to the grass waiting for me at the bottom, trekking through it to dip my toe into the water. It was just the perfect balance of cool for anyone wanting to jump in. The breeze wafting, casting a chill on my skin despite the warm summer air. I was just about to walk down the ladder when I heard a screech behind me and feet rushing on the grass. A flash of blue and blonde hair, the two boys grabbed their legs to their chest, and shouted “Cannonball!”

“Felix!” I shouted, bracing my rms before my face to stop whatever I could. Of course it was useless. My mouth fell open at them both, shock still evident. My tongue poked through my cheek, the smirk growing. “You both are gonna get it now.” I dashed for the shed five feet away and flung open the doors to find that I was right. Deflated floaties littered the floor as well as old crates of… There. I grabbed one and hid it behind my back, moving as slowly as I could nearer to the water without bringing attention to myself. I lowered the water gun to the water to fill it, and aimed at that blue head. I hit him square in the back of his wet head.

“Ah!” His hand flung to the back of his head, spinning to find where the surprise attack came from. We locked eyes, both of us smiling.

The yells echoed throughout the house, causing the rest of the boys to see what all the ruckus was about. Seeing the water fight that started caused a flurry of them running back inside to get their own suits and they emerged, one by one. Changbin asked where I got the water gun and I pointed him in the direction of the house and I took what cover I could behind the childrens playhouse. Teams were selected and lines were drawn. Friend turned on friend.

It wasn’t pretty.

Hours later, showered and clothed, I had brought the boys to repair their temporarily burned bridges and put on a movie. Felix had started a cuddle-puddle, all the boys had piled on top of themselves and refused to get up, even with the extra seats I brought them. Sometimes it was a nice reminder how close they had become, how much of a family we all had grown to be. Moreso a family than my actual family. And I knew most of them would say the same.

Chris had found himself on the outskirts of the pile, begrudgingly having Han’s head on his arm and eyes glued to the movie. From my place on the comfy chair, I was able to look at them, really look at all of them. The faces I knew as well as my own, and the one I was getting to know.

His face was blank when he was concentrating. And when he concentrated a little too hard, his lips would purse ever so slightly. His eyes would twinkle at whatever he was looking at, and I wondered what he looked like when he made music. The song he showed me still rang through my mind, itching to look deeper into the lyrics and the sadness behind them. If I thought harder about them, the sadder they became. It brought the question to the forefront. What happened to you? Who hurt you? The longer I had these thoughts, the more I watched him. He seemed relaxed. No trace of anything dark beneath that dark curly hair. He must have felt my gaze on him, because he turned his head just enough to see me. His face softened, a slight smile gracing his features. I shook my head, knowing that someone would catch us locking eyes. I nudged my head back to the television and followed my own gaze, feeling the sear of his eyes on my cheek as I tried my best not to look back at him. My resistance didn’t last long. When I looked back, his smile had grown wider.

This boy will be the death of me…

My thoughts were interrupted by the return of Seungmin and Hyunjin, bags in hand.

“More in the car. If you want anything from them, help us unload.” Heading Hyunjin’s warning, we all picked ourselves up from underneath the blankets and trudged outside, grabbing bags.

“If I had known I would be doing any kind of manual labor, I would’ve stayed home.”

“Han, this barely qualifies as manual labor.” Minho was quick to retort. “And we all know you would’ve blown up all of our phones if we left you behind, BEGGING us to stop and pick you up.”

“‘You guyyyss!! This isn’t fair!’” Changbin pitched his voice up. “‘Come back!’ That’s what you would say and you know it!” Laughter drowned out Han’s whiny protests, insisting he ‘ so does NOT sound like that’ as he followed everyone else up the front stairs.

Dinner was as much chaos as it could’ve been. Changbin got stuck doing dishes, grumbling at the sink. SO much so that he had convinced Chris to help him. I had drifted into the hot tub, letting my back rest on the waterproof cushions lined along the sides. The stars had been particularly bright tonight, and I had found my constellation, even way out here. That little piece of home that seemed to follow me everywhere I went. It was a comfort.

I was brought out of my head with the opening and closing of the sliding door. Felix had come out to join me, back in his suit from before.

“Room for one more?”

“Of course.”

He gently lowered himself across from me, careful not to splash around. When he was settled, he looked down at his hands, pruning from the constant submersion of the day. He seemed quiet. I scanned his face, searching.

“Felix?” He looked up, the low hum of the jets loud in our ears. He sighed. His voice was low, to keep it away from prying ears.

“I just want you to be careful. I don’t know what I would do if he hurt you. I like him, I really do. But just know that I’ll be watching him.” His words of comfort brought a smile to my face.

“You’re always looking out for me, aren’t you, Lixie?” He was serious as he nodded. As lightly as I tried to make it, I felt the gravity of his emotions in his words. I didn’t break his gaze. I nodded, thanking him for his watchful eye. He finally smiled back at me, just in time to be distracted by Minho opening the door and climbing in beside me.

“Ahhhhhh.” He sighed and settled in, closing his eyes in relaxation.

“Careful, Minho. The owners will notice if the whole hot tub is missing.” He contorted his face, wordlessly moving his lips. I smacked his arm, making him giggle.

Hyunjin was peeling Minnie’s arms off of him when they came out.

“Get off of me, you’re clingier than plastic wrap.”

“Don’t act like you don’t secretly love it.”

“Seungmin, I will stuff your pillow with leaves tonight. Get away from me.”

Hyunjin sat on my other side and filled his pressed hands with water, threatening it in Seungmin’s direction. Minnie held up his arms and sat across from him on the ledge, calves in the water while the rest of his body was out. Chris came out with Han in tow.

“You would tell me if my voice sounded like that, wouldn’t you?” Chris was fighting a smile, nodding his head in doing whatever he could to get him to focus on anything else. Hyunjin pulled Han down beside him, Han hissing at the sudden shock to his system with the hot water. Chris picked a spot beside Felix, sitting on the edge of the tub and quickly eyed me. His eyes stopped for a second too long on my exposed neckline before flickering back up to my face. My arms shot up to cover as much of myself as I thought I could, giving him the most incredulous look I could muster. He had the decency to look slightly embarrassed.

I picked up my phone from the space behind Minho and sent a text.

Me: Whatcha lookin at?

Chris: …busted.

I giggled to myself. My thumbs were hovering over the keyboard when another text appeared.

Chris: Water’s never been so cruel

I shook my head again. Bringing my eyes back to the group, I couldn’t help finding him looking back at me. I wagged my finger at him, small movements so no one would sense it. He was smiling at me, warmer than the water I was chest-deep in. I’d never seen someone’s eyes shine like that. Especially looking at me. No one had looked at me like that before.

Changbin had finished the dishes and was now climbing into the center of the tub, splashing everyone and bringing our attention back to the group. We all had a good laugh at his antics and the night passed on with subtle glances and a racing heartbeat.

Retiring to my room was met with protests and attempts at convincing me to stay.

“Come on, you’ll miss Jeongin getting his ass whooped at Pac-Man!”

“As much fun as that sounds, Hyunjin, I think this mother needs her beauty rest. Think of it this way: I get sleep and a break from all of you for a few hours, and I don’t have to kill you tomorrow. How does that sound?”

I walked away to a few grumbles, laughing and shaking my head once more. I savored the quiet of the house, the creaking of the stairs as I climbed. I shut my door and changed into my pants and big shirt again, determined to force my heart to slow down before I could fall asleep. All my thoughts were of him, the way he kept glancing my way, how my body would react to him, my pulse quickening. If I had any shot of sleeping tonight, I needed to distract myself properly. I shuffled through the shows on TV, found a classic and let it play. I watched until I couldn’t fight my eyelids anymore.

I was in and out, the light on the bedside table keeping me out of a deep sleep. I thought I had dreamed of my door opening, but the creaks were too familiar. I fluttered my eyes open to see Chris shutting my door, his back turned to me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” My voice was heavy with sleep, not coming out in full force.

“Changbin snores like a lawn mower. You can hear throughout the whole floor. I’ll be out of here before everyone else wakes up.” His sheepish smile told me he was going out on a limb, trying his luck upstairs. With me.

“This doesn’t mean I’m letting you in my bed! Sleep on the floor. There’s more blankets in the closet.” He pouted, glancing from the closet back to me, back to the closet. “Ugh. Fine.” I flung the comforter open, letting him in. “But only because I’m cold.”

He practically danced over towards the bed before snuggling in. I turned my back towards him, not letting him see the grin begging to be let out.

“Well, if you’re cold, then I should help with that.” He flicked off the light and scooted closer, making the bed dip the closer he got. “You know, because I’m such a nice guy.”

“Oh, you’re such a nice guy, huh? Yeah, okay.” My laughs came out more as scoffs.Then out of nowhere, strong arms, arms I had seen and imagined against my will, snaked around my waist. My back hit his chest as he closed the open space, and his body hit me like a heat wave and lulled me into the best sleep I’d had in years. No energy left to read into what he meant by this action, or any of his actions of the day. None left to think about what this could mean. Just body heat and a comfort I had never known.

Until I heard through the distance of my subconscious a creak of my bedroom door. I fought the sunlight coming in through the window until I couldn’t and opened my eyes. Chris’s arms were still around me, his faint snores close to my ears. It took a minute for my still-sleeping brain to realize that the door creak I heard hadn’t been in my dream. My neck moved to see Minho, hand still on the doorknob, staring at Chris’s arm.

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How I’d rewrite HOO with my Dream Team Seven P.2

I bet your thinking I’m about to do the son of Neptune? Well your wrong this post is going to be about the Quest for Buford. Except I’m redoing it so that we can focus on some pretty big things that happened in my Lost Hero rewrite. For all of you that didn’t see the post or just didn’t read it. I’ll summarize what happens for you.

Hunters of Artemis are annihilated like all of them are dead.

Thalia gets her arm sliced off

Leo and his Cabin-Mates have tension

Jason has all his memories back and as such is lowkey suffering

So basically what I’m going to do is retool the side story Quest for Buford so that it has more impact on the characters as a whole. So let’s just hop right in so that I can geek out on you. But let me just tell you the title of the new side book.

Back In Black

(Get it cause Thalia is wearing the black leather jacket instead of the silver hunting one. It’s also a reference to the AC DC album)

Let cover the main characters of this book.

Thalia Grace

The main character is this side book because let’s be honest we deserves some more of her as a main character. Here Thalia is still basically adjusting to having her life flipped on it’s head but has the support of her brother (Jason) and old friends (Annabeth & Percy). The quest of this book is that Artemis gives her a quest to hunt down a big game and prove herself “worthy” of being a hunter of Artemis again. She has a time limit of a week before she is just kicked out of the Hunters. (Even though she is the only Hunter left). The reason she has to prove herself is because she basically abandoned them in my rewrite to help Jason with his quest. But where will she find big game? Well that’s where another main character comes in.

Leo Valdez

Here Leo serves sorta the same role he served in Quest for Buford. That role being the comic relief and creator of conflict. So yeah the same thing happens with Buford running off except he runs off because Leo and sibling have an argument which scares Buford. Who has the part Leo needs and a little something else. The details of the argument aren’t said until later. So yeah he goes to recruit help to find Buford. That help being Jason,Drew,and Thalia. Sadly Drew can’t help because she is still trying to smooth things out with her cabin. So that leaves Thalia,Leo,and Jason to contain the problem. Speaking of Jason.

Jason Grace

You think that Jason would be doing a little better since he has all of his memories back. Well you’d be wrong because his relationship with Piper is on the rocks thanks to the memory of Reyna,his sister is suffering and now has to do a dangerous quest,and he feels like everyone is against him since he is a Roman in a Greek camp. So yeah Jason isn’t doing too good. When Leo comes to get him he is happy because he needs a distraction from everything.

The Story

Now all the cards of this story are set and the players are in their places. Now let’s get this story started cause it’s Thalia time baby.

So the story opens on Thalia going through her recovery period. We see how hard it is for Thalia to operate with one arm and get a deep dive into her thoughts about the Hunters Annihilation. This eventually links to the Luke and the Great Prophecy situation. However as usual Thalia tries to keep things under wraps while with her friends because she doesn’t want to admit to a weakness such as when she got angry at Percy for talking about her fear of heights when he found out. We then get a sweet moment between Annabeth and Thalia just talking about the whole Luke situation and closing the conversation with Annabeth saying she’s happy that Thalia is around more often.

Which makes Thalia think some more on why she joined the Hunters aside from Zoe’s death and escaping the Prophecy and eventually just comes up blank. Though before she can really do some more thinking Artemis appears before her and scolds her for leaving the Hunters behind for a male. This brings back Thalia’s guilt about the situation full force. Then Artemis let’s her what she has to do to prove herself worthy of being a Hunter again.

Right after Artemis leaves,Jason and Leo basically bust down her door and tell her they need her help with finding Buford. Of course Thalia is gonna help because remember right now she thinks that she failed the Hunters so helping out her little brother will make her feel a little better. But Chiron basically stops them and says Thalia is still recovering and they will need to leave. The boys are bummed and frustrated but Thalia tells them to just come at night and she’ll sneak out to help them. This earns her a point in Leo’s book cause remember he’s a troublemaker and sneaking out is cool in his book.

(I’m trying make Thalia & Leo a couple but I have to build up their friendship first for it to work. Also Leo needs serious character growth)

So anyway they come to get Thalia at night and she sneaks out of the infirmary. They then continue on their way into the forest. Along the way Jason,and Thalia ask Leo what he needs their help for. Leo then tells them about the whole argument with siblings and Buford running away but doesn’t give the details for what the argument was about. They say if his siblings are bothering him they can talk to them. To which Leo responds that he doesn’t want their pity just their help.

(In this rewrite the part that Buford has helps make the ship fly so their won’t be some life erasing explosion in this version)

Eventually they happen upon the Maeneds that worship Dionysus. So yeah they see them tear apart a dragon with their bare hands and wisely decide to move away from them. However Leo notices that Buford was torn apart by the Maeneds but the storage part of him that has the stuff is fine. Thalia also realizes that the Maeneds would make excellent big game because of how dangerous they are and if she traps them without hurting them she’ll win back Artemis’s favor. So now they decide to worry about that tomorrow and sleep on it.

When they wake up tomorrow Thalia is deemed fit enough to be let out of the infirmary by Will Solace. (I figured I might as well show he exist before Blood of Olympus) Thalia now only has 6 days left to catch the Maeneds. Leo then calls the group back together and they go back to the clearing and see the Maeneds are gone but Buford’s compartment is still where it was the night before. Leo then runs down grabs the compartment and comes back to the siblings. He now has the part he needs and that little something else.

He then shows what it is to reveal a robot arm for Thalia. He tells her they are a bunch of functions like a built in bow,shield,and even a net thrower. She ask why he made this for her. He says that he made it because he didn’t want his friend to look so down. She then pulls Leo into a hug while thanking him. This is important because this it helps build up these twos friendship before they move into crush territory. Leo is embarrassed because he’s not used to people giving him physical affection.

We then see Thalia now equipped with her robot arm try and track down the Maeneds. With Jason and Leo being her backup. We the run into the Maeneds again but they struggle because the Maeneds are just way stronger at this point than any of them. So they have to think smart. This is where Thalia’s leadership skills get to shine. She tells Leo to do a smokescreen on the Maeneds. Then for Jason to hit them with some lightning while she runs in to get them while they’re disoriented.

The plan sorta works because Leo’s smokescreen disorients the Maeneds and the lightning does strike them but most of them manage to get away with Thalia only managing to net one and even then she can sorta get out if she struggles hard enough. The three then reconvene and determine that this won’t work unless they have a bigger advantage of surprise. The Maened then breaks the net and runs away leaving them to try again tomorrow.

We open the next day with Thalia trying out the crossbow function of her new robot arm and with Leo supervising it to make sure it works. Jason then comes in and ask how the arm is. Thalia says she likes it with Leo joking that of course she would like it. Jason then asks for a sparring to really test it out. Thalia accepts and they duke it out. Here we see a big difference of fighting style between Greeks and Romans.

The difference between the two is that the Romans have a more defense style focused on tiring out their opponents. While the Greeks fight more aggressively and try to take their opponents down quickly. We even see this is the canon book series with Jason fighting more defensive while Percy is all about slashing and killing.

Eventually it comes down to a draw though only because Jason’s mind wasn’t completely on the fight and focused on something else. Thalia being the good big sister she is notices and ask about it. Where we learn that Jason’s relationship is on the rocks because of him remembering his old life at New Rome and how he’s different from the person Piper remembers.

Thalia said hen chimes in and tells him that of course he’s different from the person Piper remembers because he isn’t that person. That the person Piper remembers is the person Hera wants her to remember. She then ends it off with saying that no matter what person he is he will always be her little brother and she will always be there. They then end off the conversation with a hug between brother and sister.

We then fast forward to the last day that Thalia has to catch the Maeneds and prove herself. We then get some internal monologue about the whole quest and her thoughts about the whole new friends and past family she now has. We get the final assault on the Maeneds with the same strategy as the last time except Thalia is no longer rusty and Leo now has sleep has to use on them all.

Jason then ask why Thalia wanted to capture them with Thalia spilling the beans about the whole quest Artemis gave her. After spilling the beans,Artemis appears in a brilliant flash of silver. She then basically gives a whole spiel of how Thalia is now worthy and now she just has to come with her. Thalia is initially ecstatic because she can go back to some semblance of normalcy.

Then as she turns around to say some goodbyes she see how sad Jason & Leo are. This then triggers her to remember the talk with Annabeth about Luke. This cause her to realize that she’s been running for away from from all the problems in her life. She then decides not to run for once.

So yeah ultimately Thalia thanks Artemis for allowing her to be Hunter but she wants to stay with her friends and family. So yeah then they walk back to Camp-HalfBlood joking all the way there.

Conclusion

So yeah now I completed all the things I feel like I needed to complete before I move onto my Son of Neptune rewrite. I have effectively made Thalia stay in Cqmp and develop a tiny bit. Drew is more than a one dimensional bully archetype. Jason is building more of a character. Leo is decent as always around this part of the series but having the changes to keep his character consistent.

Well now I feel I’m ready to the Son of Neptune but not right now the long post format is getting to me and shifted interest a little bit back to the teen titans and DC whole. (Though I will probably be making long post about DC so watch out for those cause boy do I have some opinions)

#long post #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #thalia grace #leo valdez #jason grace #luke castellan #annabeth chase #drew tanaka #the quest for buford #dream team seven au #thaleo #I’m lowkey starting to have a lot of fun making these #though tell me your opinions in the comments #also please reblog it gets around more if you do that #I edited it with a better remade title

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