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maccreadysbaby · 1 month

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

the name for this chapter in my notes was “bentley hates having feelings but he loves having jason” yes it’s short but it’s setting up for the next more intense ones :) also the title of this chapter is totally foreshadowing

part thirty-two

❝ DROWNING ❞

SUNDAY — AUGUST 23 — 6:51PM

THE WAYNE HOUSEHOLD WAS SO COMPLETELY SCREWED UP THAT BENTLEY ALMOST DIDN’T RECOGNIZE IT ANYMORE.

Over the past five days since he’d arrived back at the Manor, he’d done a whole lot of nothing. Most of his days had been spent in the den with Dick, watching old movies cuddled up on the couch. Dick hadn’t as much as let Bentley out of his sight since he returned home — he’d even been spending the night on the foot of Bentley’s bed. He didn’t mind. Dick still hadn’t talked, but Bentley didn’t mind that, either — because he was home. If he and Dick weren’t in the den, then the could be found in the library, listening to Jason read. They were working their way through The Outsiders again.

Jason had been having nightmares. Bad ones — ones where Bentley could hear him screaming from down the hall in the middle of the night. Dick was usually the one to get up from Bentley’s bed and hurry to his aid, quickly followed by Bruce. Bentley could only imagine what he was dreaming about — if he had to guess, he knew what it was.

While Jason had been more consistently present than ever, Tim had been practically nonexistent. He was holed up in his bedroom, where Bruce, Alfred, Steph, and Cass had been going in and out of for days. Bentley wasn’t even sure if he’d seen Tim’s face since he got home. He wished he could do something to help — at least before he left he could hold a barf bucket. Now he just sort of felt useless, but he’d rather be useless than annoying. Right?

Damian had more or less resigned to his bedroom, as well. Bruce went in and out often. Bentley could hear Damian talk and had seen him through the doorway on a couple of occasions — he seemed okay, as in, not bedridden. Bentley wasn’t so sure about how okay the rest of him was. Since they were graced with rooms only one wall apart, Bentley had heard him tell Bruce to leave and close him out several times without any more words.

Duke had, very reluctantly, started going back to school, only because his SAT was coming that week. Bentley thought there couldn’t be a worse week for the big test he’d been studying for for months — he was stressed out about his family and the test, now. Bentley hadn’t even considered going back to school. Especially without Nico and Asten.

To top it all off, Bruce was running himself rampant. Bentley knew it. Dick knew it. Alfred knew it. Everybody knew it — the Batman ping-ponging back and forth and back and forth and back and forth all day long. From Dick and Bentley, to Tim, to Damian, to Duke, to Jason, back to Tim, to Bentley and Dick, to try again with Damian, to Cass, to Duke, to Steph, to Tim, to Jason, to knock on Damian’s door, to bring Tim some water, to ask how Bentley was doing, to see if Duke needed help studying — Bentley didn’t think Bruce had slept or even sat down since they’d left the cave.

Patrol was nonexistent, everyone was struggling, and Bentley had only really seen two out of eight Wayne kids in the past five days.

And all of it was happening because of him.

To say he was drowning in guilt was an understatement. It felt more like he was becoming it. Like if someone looked up guilt in a dictionary, his picture would be on the page. It was so bad he couldn’t seem to think, to breathe. Like it was tearing him apart.

Asten and Nico hadn’t texted much since Bentley had returned home — only enough to let him know that Asten had told Titus about his parents' deaths, and that the three of them were staying at Asten’s apartment for now. He was instructed to delete the messages right after; they didn’t want anyone to know they weren’t missing anymore.

Bruce had gone about telling Bentley they were missing, too, a few days after he got home, which he had to fake a reaction to. (Not that his crying was fake, he had plenty to cry about.) All it did was make the list of things that he felt bad about longer.

And to make everything just a pinch worse, Dick had gone back to Bludhaven that very day. So Bentley was holed up in the library with Jason instead.

“I was trembling. A pain was growing in my throat and I wanted to cry, but greasers don't cry in front of strangers. Some of us never cry at all. Like Dally and Two-Bit and Tim Shepard--- they forgot how at an early age. Johnny crippled for life? I'm dreaming, I thought in panic, I'm dreaming,”

Bentley wished he were dreaming just like Ponyboy wished he were dreaming. He wished he would just wake up on the day after last Christmas and live a happy, normal life with the Waynes. No supervillains, no monsters, no trouble, no problems for him to cause. Just life — like it used to be. Life before they knew he was a traitor and just thought he was a kid from the street.

Bentley was coiled on one end of the long library couch, knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped around them, red hair in a mess on his head. Jason was on the other end, hardcover in hand, reading ever so softly.

Bentley breathed in, brushing a hand through his red hair. Everything was wrong.

“Hey, Jason?” His voice was so quiet it broke off at the end, making it sound more like he’d said Jay than Jason. But he didn’t seem to care all that much.

“Yeah?” He saw Jason’s head turn in his peripheral, deep blue eyes coming to rest on the side of Bentley’s head.

Bentley tapped his fingers on his knees. “Do you think Ponyboy’s life ever went back to normal? After Johnny and Dally died?”

Jason looked over at him, letting the book rest on his lap with a deep breath in and out. His eyes drifted away.

“I’m sure it did, kid,”

A moment of silence passed.

“Do you think ours will? After all of this?” Bentley questioned softly, shaking his head. The familiar sting of tears came but he used all of his willpower to force it away.

Jason scanned him quietly, calculatively.

“I… can’t say our lives have ever been very normal, but… yeah. I do,” Jason replied, deep blue eyes dancing across Bentley’s face. “Everything’s gonna be alright, kid.”

Bentley sighed deeply, shrinking further into himself. “Maybe it would be better if Bruce got rid of me.”

“What?” Jason questioned suddenly, closing the book and laying it aside, a faintly alarmed expression creeping across his features. “What’re you talking about, kid?”

“Everything’s gone wrong since I got here. It was all fine before,” Bentley replied with a huff. “The only thing that changed here was me.”

He heard Jason sigh, then shift toward him on the couch. “None of this is your fault, kid.”

If only Jason knew the truth — that it quite literally all was.

Bentley felt something forming in his throat, and he looked away. “It is.”

Jason moved closer to him again. “How are supervillains ransacking Gotham your fault? How is you getting kidnapped your fault?”

Bentley felt a familiar feeling — the intense urge to spill the whole truth, the urge that he always felt before the Wayne’s knew about his dad. But he couldn’t, Asten told him not to. He shouldn’t. Right? He should respect Asten’s wishes. Right?

“I can’t tell you,” He finally whispered, hiding his face away in his knees. “I can’t tell you...”

He heard Jason huff. “Look, kid, if… if someone threatened you to keep you quiet, they aren’t going to get to you again. Promise.”

Bentley shook his head, pressing his knees into his eye sockets to keep the tears inside. “No one threatened me. I just… I can’t tell you.” But I want to tell you so bad.

“Bentley-“

“I feel like I’m drowning,” He piped up suddenly, eyes burning spectacularly. “Like I can’t… I can’t move, I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t hear, can’t see, can’t-“

“Hey, hey,” Jason was suddenly right next to him, and there was a warm hand on his back. “Just breathe, kid. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“I’m so tired of feeling like this all of the time,” Bentley said with a pitiful hiccup that sounded almost wheezy. “I’m always so scared. It feels like I’ll never be happy again.”

There was a moment of silence.

“I’ve felt like that, too,”

Bentley pulled his head from his lap just far enough to look up at Jason. He was peering at him with his deep blue eyes, white streak hanging down over his forehead, his hand still resting on Bentley’s back.

“Like everything was so bad there was no way it could get better. Like I was just… ruined… and would always be that way,”

Bentley said nothing, but took a shaky breath, forcing the tears to stay inside. Jason breathed in, too.

“When I came back, kid, I was a wreck,” Jason explained quietly. “I was a different person. I felt betrayed, and angry, and hopeless and full of rage, but at the same time I was so… broken. Like I was lost, just someone else trapped in Jason Todd’s body, not the Jason everyone wanted back. So I spiraled. Hard. I hurt people. And I didn’t let anyone help me. I didn’t let myself get help because I felt so… worthless. Empty.”

Bentley said nothing.

“For a long time I kept trying to fix myself. To do it all alone. Because I was scared to let anyone else close enough to see that I was tearing myself apart,” Jason explained quietly, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. “I won’t get into the details, for your sake, kid, but… it took me finding myself only inches from death again to realize that I needed help.”

A moment of silence passed.

“I want you to know that anyone here will listen to you. I had to teach myself that. I’m still learning it,” Jason sighed, rubbing Bentley’s back a little. “And they’ll be here for you even if you don’t want to talk. You’re not alone.”

Bentley breathed in deep. “I feel alone.”

“You’re not,” Jason said surely. “You’re never really alone, kid. You just have to reach for somebody.”

Who in the world should Bentley reach for when he couldn’t tell them anything? If he told them, they’d hate him. He’d get in so much trouble.

Just like he had done to Bruce all those months ago, after his first nightmare in the Manor, he moved his hand slowly and carefully until he was holding onto the sleeve of Jason’s black hoodie.

Maybe he’d understand that Bentley was reaching for him.

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Nico and Asten were ‘found’ seven hours later, by returning to Nico’s house.

Bentley hadn’t had to speak to the police — Bruce made sure of that. But Asten and Nico did. Asten said they both played the amnesiac card; which meant they told the cops they couldn’t remember anything. Lied to them. Which Bentley understood, he guessed — he wasn’t much for talking about all of that either. Plus, Asten said Nico cried the whole time and had a well-timed asthma attack, so it made it pretty believable.

Bruce woke Bentley up to tell him they were home. It wasn’t hard to summon a few tired, fake tears of relief, and it wasn’t hard to get Bruce to stay with him for the rest of the night (to ensure he got some sleep, but mostly because Bentley just wanted him to.)

When Dick was gone and Bruce was preoccupied with his other children for the night, a certain white-streaked Wayne found his way into Bentley’s room.

And for a while, with Jason around, Bentley’s life was okay.

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld 💚

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velvetsqwyrme · 2 months

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I saw ur tags and ran over here. What are ur favorite spicy UF! Papyrus fics?

HELLOOO LMAO you were so quick... sorry this took me a while to get together, but I hope you enjoy ( ù ᵕ ú )

Fair warning that some of these picks will include dub/noncon (and potentially other dubious content? I don't know what I'm going to add yet HAHA) so as always make sure to heed the warnings and read the tags before reading!! I've done my best to label them accordingly though :]

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READER INSERTS

Edge Discovers the Wonderful World of Subbing

You can tell exactly what this list is going to be like just from the title of this first fic... (title is explanatory, gotta love it!!)

Good EdgeLord

More sub Edge!! 💥💥

Caught in the Act

HELLO?? HELLO. Voyeurism? Low stakes semi-public sex? Double penetration ?? Sign me UP.

Pumped (Kinktober Collection)

Usually I refrain from including individual Kinktober chapters from rec lists BUT I really like this one ( '^' )!! It isn't even that explicit, but it's stuck in my brain because I GASPED when I read it for the first time.

Pyr's Favourite Keeper [DUBCON -> CON]

Love me a snakey boy!!!!!! There's also oviposition 👀!!

Wake

Sleepy sex <3! The bit with the SNAP part killed me and it's also such a fun detail!

Prime Time to Run

Mafiafell... he straight up murders someone in front of you and you fuck about it.

Bound Edge

Sub Edge again!! The reader has a dick in this- a rare but delicious treat !

Fall Out Bones [NON/DUBCON...????]

Technically this is linked to a series featuring both UF!bros, because I think that both are reslly good partially also because I think they're intensely hilarious at times. The titles are also great.

Boned [NONCON]

CLASSIC 2016 PREMISE. Reader is trapped in the fucking shed. (Fucking used as both profanity as well as a descriptive action)

Housekeeping [NONCON]

Weird location (sink)! But it works really well for the fic!!! Violenctce.

To Prove A Point ||| The Origins Of The Pap-wich - (Swap!Pap/Reader/UF!Pap)

Ahhh the good ol threesome ! The reader gets sandwiched between two very sexy skeletons~ !! I'm also a big Swap!Pap fan so this is just. *Mwah* so good!!!!! Double penetration again ~ also one of the few fics with squirting 🙏✨

All Dicks, No skeletons [DUB/NONCON DUE TO DETACHABLE ECTODICK SITUATION]

I cannot put into words how much I love this. It's got detachable ectobits... inconvenience due to detachable ectobits!! In this, Edge has a barbed dick and claws up a tree. It's crack but it's so so good!!!!!! I'm patiently waiting for updates and will ravenously consume the fic for lime the fiftieth time when it does.

OTHER SHIPS

Also! Here are a few fics with UF!Pap in other ships (namely various Papcest configs) because you didn't specify it had to be reader inserts lol

Little Wet Bones (Papcest: Farm/Underfell)

Bitty!Edge is soooo cute... and horny!! He's so self assured I love it.

Pepper Heat (Papcest: Edgepuff)

Heat fic! Heat fic!! Chili peppers is one hell of a heat scent... the only person who can handle a Papyrus is another Papyrus ;] The naming scheme here is also very funny when you realise what went on.

A Fallen Knight and his King (Papcest: Edgepuff)

MORE SUB EDGE ! This one delves more into the his exploration of dom/sub dynamics and it's so so good!!!!

Three Chance Meetings (Papcest: Spicyhoney)

Swap!Pap is (secretly) a prostitute and Fell!Pap finds out and shills out the money to spend a night with him. I looooove the character dynamics in this one too.

Taste of Blood and Honey (Papcest: Spicyhoney)

I forgot about this and was delighted to discover it again because ohhhhhh my god the premise is so good... also there's mirror sex and first times and those are always fun :3c

Mutt Lost a Bet (Papcest: SpicyBBQ)

Mafia AU setting where SF!Pap and UF!Pap make and lose bets resulting in sexual escapades. The second chapter is my favourite because it involves gloryholes and aphrodisiacs <33

Bro's Replacement (Papcest + Sanscest : Spicyhoney + Cherryberry)

LAMIAS AGAIN 💖 Honestly the setup is what gets me... but the smut is delicious so I'm adding it here :3c

Heat (Papcest - Spicyhoney) [HEAT INDUCED MUTUAL NON/DUBCON]

Why are there so many lamia fics in this list, I do not know, but heeeeeeey enjoy the snakeys! In this one the non/dubcon is due to UF!Pap being in heat, and both of them regret it after. Things get better though!!

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Anyway, that's all for now! Hope you enjoy some ^^!!!

#doozis fic recs #fic recs #uhhhhhh YEAH IM NOT TAGGING THIS ONE LOL #im always down to talk smut >:3c but also im like. man this sure is a public blogggggg ahhsjrjrkgjfkrnngkrn #there are a couple i didnt include for Various Reasons so this is it for now uwu)b!!#anon #inbox

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valeriele3 · 1 year

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Yandere x Yandere! Reader

So..

Usually it’s the character that’s Yandere right? Sometimes it’s the Reader..And very rarely it’s both and I really want to read something with both as yanderes

(Yes, I just used gifs instead of writing it down since I honestly don’t have any idea on how to write it. The gifs are like what I wanted to write or the scene)

I can’t pick a character for this so I used [Character Name] instead.. 😅 It’s up to you on who you want to imagine the Yandere as

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Warnings: Yandere themes, killing, a few use of bad words/swearing, badly written, intense cringe, and not proofread as always

It was just another day of killing a pest!

Todays victim is..A pest that dared to confess their feelings to my darling!

Luckily my dear lovely darling rejected them..Harshly <3 which is good but..

They told this thing that they already like someone else..This certainly isn’t good..

I have to find out who they like. I can’t just let whoever that is walk around free

Oh! I completely forgot I have a meeting with my love today..! [Insert love sick laugh] I have to get ready and make sure everything is perfect

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Reader’s POV: At the same moment

“Where are you?~”

“Come out, I just want to play a game!”

(๑･̑◡･̑๑)

“…”

“Still not coming out?”

“You leave me no choice then..”

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???: ‘Shit shit shit..Where are they?! I can’t hear their footsteps..’

Tap

Stab

???: H..Help..

Stab

Thud

“Finally done! This took longer than I thought it would..Hmm..Where should I bury you? Wait! I completely forgot I have a meeting with them today!”

“Oh gosh, I hope I’m not late..!”

“Hm? A blood stain”

“Tsk..This trash got me dirty”

(Just imagine them kicking the person they just killed over and over again for staining them with their filthy blood)

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“Hey!”

“Hm? Oh Dar— Y/N! You’re here!”

“Ehe..Sorry im late..My little brother kept whining and wouldn’t allow me to leave”

“It’s alright, I just got here myself” [Character Name] smiled sweetly

[Time Skip]

“Thank you for taking me out today! I had lots of fun” (⌒▽⌒)

“It’s no problem, and you shouldn’t be the one thanking me I should be the one thanking you for agreeing to go out today” ( ◠‿◠ ) [Character Name] smiled not so sweetly

“Maybe we can go somewhere again next time..?” Y/N asked a bit shyly with heart eyes bc why not

“Sure! Same time and place?”

“Mhm! Oh..It’s way past my curfew..! Im sorry I have to go now! See you next time!” Y/N waved goodbye while walking away

“See you next time..Darling”

~TBC?~

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Can you tell how I barely put any effort in this one? I mean I always don’t really put effort but ignore that

I have so much planned for this in my mind that if I were to poorly write it, it would be an extremely long oneshot or a mini series

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the-heartstring-chronicles · 1 year

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For @para-amour and any others looking for P/C fic recs

These are some of my fave fics and authors so far:

Spontaneity by theramblinrose, I love babyfic and this story Spontaneity has one of the most loving and in character birth scenes of a P/C child where they are both present that I've seen to date in fic. You can find it linked below.

Spontaneity by theramblinrose

Then there is Cave Baby by Mighty_Oak_Roots. Basically Beverly watching "her friend and captain" Jean Luc handling an infant in an emergency situation and enjoying both his discomfort and his caring nature towards the baby in equal measure, with some longing for what could be and a cute last scene that definitely is romantic and potential family P/C. It can be accessed at the link below.

Cave Baby by Mighty_Oak_Roots

Now for two novel length fics

I loved Snow Falling Softly by Mackillian. I read it last year and was invested from the start. Without giving too much away, if one likes the plot we have this season with Jack, this is similar but on an extra intense level in terms of emotion, complexity and dynamics. It's set during TNG and It also allows Wesley to react to the storyline and process his own emotions about not being an only child and the circumstances! Highly recommend. It is however over 500 or so pages when downloaded as an epub, so even online, it is an all weekend read, at least. Link is below.

Snow Falling Softly by Mackillian

I had barely started In The Depth of Winter by Mackillian last year when I got pulled away by stuff in another fandom. It is the sequel to Snow Falling Softly. It redoes All Good Things in a way that centers the fallout from Snow Falling Softly. It seems just as good so I am looking forward to finishing it. It is 700 pages in epub though so it may need two full weekends to read. Link can be found below

The Depth of Winter by Mackillian

I am also including this single chapter vignette In Paradisum by Mackillian because it is the sequel to The Depth of Winter. I have not read it yet but skimmed the first few lines and the writing seems on par with the two novels. You need to read them to understand this piece. Link to In Paradisum ready below

In Paradisum by Mackillian

Now for authors from whom I recommend reading everything they've written for the pairing:

I am absolutely loving everything I've read so far written for P/C by pktechgirlus. The style is spot on and very emotional while also at times being humorous and steamy. My favorite so far from this author is the story "Never And Always" but all I've read so far are incredible. Some are semi explicit, some are not (Warning, not all end happily) Here is the link to the author's TNG fics,

pktechgirlus's TNG Fics for P/C

There is also one for them from the Picard era which I love too, you can find that below

Vignette by pktechgirlus

And finally, the author I feel has the most solid, in character grasp on P/C in totality. @ussjellyfish. I adore reading their work because they understand the multi facets and deep humanity that is at the core of P/C. They can both perfectly write P/C playing on the holodeck, or saving each other from certain death even by committing violence in defense of the other or breaking laws/oaths. They keep P/C's love paramount, but also allow for mistakes to be made by each and vulnerability to be shown. Even the way they write physical intimacy between P/C feels like P/C and not "insert couple here" and I usually skip sex scenes now because I've been in so many fandoms that reading those scenes are a dime a dozen , but not those written by USSJellyfish, they actually make me care about seeing these characters enjoy each other.

They have both long novel length fics for P/C that are part of a series. and shorter one shot pieces.

The novel series starts with the fic Fair Trade and is several novel length fics long. I haven't finished the entire series yet but I am enthralled by what I have finished of it.

And some of my favorite shorter fics of theirs for P/C are Kindling and Lifeline, both are hurt/comfort fics of a sort. Kindling is explicit.

As I said though, I recommend reading all of their fics for P/C so I am putting a link that leads to all of their P/C fic below.

USSJellyfish's P/C Fics

(They also write Beverly/Kathryn fic, Beverly/Deanna fic, Riker/ Beverly fic, and other pairings on TNG, Fic for several parings on Discovery, and for several on Voyager including Chakotay/Paris and J/C. so much to read!)

Happy reading everyone, I hope this list was helpful!

#picard x crusher #jean luc picard #beverly crusher #fanfiction #fanfic #fic recs

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i-remember-yyou · 29 days

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That bondage(?) Deep Night scene was something 👀

Urh, um. I have a lot to say about... whatever this was, lol.

This probably does not deserve a whole essay-long post, but here it is anyway.

I can't be the only one that thought this was laughably ridiculous. I don't know what it was trying to be... sexy? Mysterious? Risqué? The different girl? But it failed.

There was just too much and too little at the same time if that even makes sense. These actors are all amazing, for sure, so I don't fault them at all. Truly, the entire time I was just hoping they were paid enough for this, lol.

I mean, okay, alright, I'm not particularly versed in the sexy things of the night, lmao (what is censored on Tumblr these days?), but this scene was just plain comedy to me. I literally choked.

It just felt odd and forced. And it was weird because their other ~sexy~ scenes are, to me, really well done -- intense, chemistry-filled, angst, etc., etc. -- but this just felt like a random insert that added no value to anything, lol. With BLs, maybe especially Thai ones I feel, you go in mostly not knowing how far they will go with their couples, and you usually don't know until it--whatever it is--happens. And this, let me tell you, I was not ready for, lol.

Despite being apprehensive that the host club meets acrobatics storyline would be another too out-of-pocket Thai BL concept for me, I actually started to really enjoy it, until this scene made me fear the future of this series.

The chemistry between Wela and Khem is just so, so good. I love it. And circa episode 2, their steamy shower scene really had the angst, yearning, and build-up to make it the level of sexy that the random bondage bed scene failed to have.

Wela was fine in the bondage scene, but Khem was giving too much for what was actually going on, which to me looked like hot yoga and a tooth exam. 😂

Seriously, it was like he had a piece of spinach stuck in his mouth and was just constantly trying to get it out. And meanwhile my homeboy Wela, bless his heart, was trying to do some sort of oral exam on Khem. Khem's good to go until his next cleaning in 6 months, LMAO.

And the issue for me, too, is that there was no build-up or hints or whatever that these two would be into bondage, BDSM, or however you'd/they'd label it. BDSM is all good and well, but here it felt so random. It'd made more sense and probably have had more impact if they put in little hints here and there that one or both of them were into some sort of bondage situation.

It'd have been even better if it were Wela, because of his dynamic with Khem. Khem comes off as this confident, carefree rich kid, while Wela has a softer, sweeter personality. He's a good student who just wants to do well for his family. If he were the one to suddenly spring on or suggest BDSM to Khem, now that would have been interesting.

I mean, all and all, props to the actors for taking this sort of scene seriously and trying their best.

I'ma keeps watching anyways, because there are a lot of fun and interesting things to like about this show. I also definitely want to see what happens to Seiji, aka sheer-shirt-boy, and Khem's innocent uni friend.

#boys love #asian drama #thai bl #thai drama #bl series #bl drama #thai boys love #thai series #drama commentary #deep night #deep night the series

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nagisasstunningpersonality · 1 year

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Hi!

🧸 A headcanon about their childhood

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

👻 A headcanon about what scares them

Karma headcanon asks

A headcanon about their childhood

My favourite young Karma headcanon is that he was really obsessed with pirates. This is semi-canon in that we see him playing One Piece games on his DS, but I like to see it as a whole phase. It's actually where he got his love for skull and crossbones from. As a bonus headcanon, I get the feeling he might have moved around a lot as a kid, and I just have this mental image of 8 year old Karma insisting on wearing an eyepatch to school and making up some elaborate story about it for attention to make friends.

A headcanon relating to anger

A lot of people think Karma's very hot-headed but that's not actually that true. Most of the time when he does something violent, he's genuinely pretty calm about it and seems to have thought it through, in the sense that he doesn't lash out in a split second at least. Most of the time when he's actually mad about something he's either silent and terrifying (because for real Karma looking like he's actively plotting something...) or exceedingly petty and annoying. He'd rather goad you into a fight than actually throw the first punch most of the time.

A headcanon about what scares them

I mean other than Shiota Nagisa?

Honestly not to get too deep, but I think he could have a pretty intense fear of abandonment. There's a lot of implication that his parents aren't really around a lot (and let's remember he's 14 for most of the series), and whilst Karma never says this actually bothers him, I think it would make a lot of sense for why he acts the way he does.

In a nutshell, Karma's grown up in a way where he looks out for his own back and that's it. He doesn't like depending on others because what if they go away or betray him? I get the sense he'd be the type to prefer to just end relationships (of any nature) before the other person can do it first (insert insistence to kill korosensei here?). This is part of why he struggles to hold deep friendships with people. Maybe I should write a whole meta on this someday lol.

If that was too depressing, the fluffy answer is jump scares. He's usually too good at predicting the lead up to them to actually get scared, but if you do actually manage to catch him off guard his voice pitch will raise by an octave.

#ass class #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushits #karma akabane #hc meme

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nerevarswritingstuff · 11 months

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Okay, I NEED to know:

How do you draft your chapters/stories? Do you have a set ending before you even start or do you just go with the flow, outlining it chapter-by-chapter? Do you have set goals?

I am very rusty at writing and would appreciate your wisdom, great Nerevar! (m´・ω・｀)mﾍﾟｺ

OKAY OKAY OKAY SO LIKE I genuinely don't have a solid answer for this OUIEJHRVOIUERJVOIERV

I do have this old post an anon had asked me about planning a fic in general, and I do go into planning out chapters, so you can take a quick look at this: https://www.tumblr.com/nerevarswritingstuff/717226640623681536/first-of-all-hi-how-are-you-second-ive-been?source=share

As for planning a story... HMMM //cracks knuckles

Lemme see what I can put down for ya, my love

Planning a Story

So when it comes to planning a story, the first thing I think of is the main theme of it. Is it comedy? Tragedy? Action/Adventure? Slice of Life?

The main theme does not have to be the sole theme either! You can have multiple mixed in, but you gotta be careful with how much of the other side-themes you put in there. Too much comedy in a tragedy makes the intense scenes fall flat. Too much tragedy in a comedy makes the audience wonder why it's being labeled as a comedy in the first place.

For TIaF... I suppose it could be labeled as a Action/Adventure for the main theme, with the side themes being: tragedy, slice of life, and a hint of comedy.

I feel like Guardians of the Galaxy does a very good job of having that perfect blend between comedy and tragedy (especially after seeing Vol. 3), where the comedy in it never feels abrupt or out of place. I'll dive deeper into this in a minute.

To answer part of your question as well, I always have a set ending before I start writing my story. That's just how I've always rolled, but it doesn't work for everyone, so I highly recommend you find what works for you. If figuring out how you want it to start is easiest, then go for it! Or if finding out the middle section would be a cinch, then do that!

In my other ask post that I linked above, I wrote a series of questions for how to incorporate a Reader-Insert into a story. For writing a story in general, here's what I usually ask myself:

What is the end goal or our MC(s)?

How will they reach this goal? Will they be the same as they were when the story started, or will they be different? How different will they be?

What allies or enemies do they make along the way? Do the allies stay as allies and vice versa? Or do they stop being friends/enemies with the MC(s)?

Who is the main antagonist and why are they trying to be in the way of our MC(s)?

This is kinda just a small list of questions I usually have, but there's definitely plenty more you can find to help you make the layout of your story!

Now before I go into drafting, let me just do a small salt-filled PSA

Writing Angst In Your Story

I'm talking from a more personal preference and experience here, so take what I'm about to say with a grain of salt.

I've been around several RP communities where I've seen many, many, many people not know how to do the "Relief Rule" as I like to call it.

What is the Relief Rule? I'm glad you asked!

The Relief Rule is simple: When you've had a tense moment, you need a moment of relief.

Allow me to further elaborate by using a section in my fic as an example. We'll use... Chapters 10-13 for this.

Chapter 10 and 11 was the extremely intense moment of Macaque's entrance, threatening Nibby's life and the mother fucker nearly fucking kills them. On accident, mind, but still. That's really intense! And will absolutely cause a bad relapse in Nibby, who has had traumatic experiences like this before of demons hurting them!

Chapter 12 and 13 are the relief chapters that follow up. A break from the intense drama, the pain. It's the healing that comes after the pain. Chapter 12 focused on Wukong's side, seeing it through his eyes. And then we finally get to see Nibby's side in chapter 13, hearing their own thoughts on it, and they finally let it all out to Wukong. It ends on a good note, with the promise of moving forward and getting better.

It 's a common thing I say, but I genuinely mean it when I say that it's about the hurt. It's about the comfort after the hurt. A lot of people tend to forget the comfort that comes after and just focus on the hurt itself.

Yeah yeah yeah angst helps the story and characters move forward, but I'm here to make you take the hard to swallow pills: Angst does NOT help the characters/story move forward. The HEALING THAT COMES AFTER does. What is the point of moving forward when all that comes next is just MORE ANGST? MORE PAIN???

It makes no fucking sense to me. As I said, I've been in several RP communities that just do not stop the angst train for anything. There's no break between the tense bits, there's no relief, there's not even a lick of a sign of healing.

It's why I'm extremely biased when it comes to angst-fics or angst-riddled things because it's just... there's already so much pain in the world. Why make more of it? Why make a story where the characters get no relief???

I don't want to just see the characters just broken, bloodied, and bruised. I want to see them fight back and get up and keep going. I want to see them fucking win. It's not always sunshine and rainbows, but it's not always stormclouds and depression either.

And I think that's something people tend to forget a lot when it comes to depression. It's not just a downward slope. It's a rollercoaster. It'll have it's ups and downs, backs and forths. The road to healing is never a straight line, and everyone goes through it differently. But the only reason you don't progress is because you don't let yourself move forward. Let yourself move forward. Let your characters move forward.

STOP THE FUCKING ANGST TRAIN MY GOD PLEASE I'M NOT EVEN JOKING GIVE YOUR CHARACTERS A FUCKING BREAK GUYS!

Anyway, that's my salt-filled PSA... ONTO THE NEXT BIT!!

Drafting/Writing Chapters

Ok, so for drafting chapters, I have the example in my other ask linked above, so definitely look at that. But Im'ma also tell you right now that I genuinely don't know how to explain my process for this X"D but I'll do my best!

When it comes to drafting and writing my chapters, I'm very much a mixture of "go with the flow," "chapter-by-chapter," and "set goals." Lemme see if I can elaborate in a way that makes sense...

Set Goals: This kinda goes arc by arc for me after I've planned out the ending for a story. For right now, my set goal in TIaF is to get to the section where Wukong discovers Macaque is alive (which will be delicious let me tell you). Once I get to that section, the next set goal will be to write the aftermath of that.

Go With the Flow/Chapter-By-Chapter: This is more for when I write the chapters. Usually, my set goal is still there, but it's a smaller goal now. The set goal for the chapter is: Can I fit what I wanted to put into this chapter? Just an example: For the Undercity arc of the fic, my goal for the entire arc was to have Red Son join the crew for some fun spider times. So each chapter had to count towards that. For example: In chapter 21, my goal was to give off a description of the Undercity; home of the demons, as well as throwing hints to future events that will happen, and show off pieces of the life there and how other demons react to Red Son himself, with the chapter ending on Red Son and Nibby running into Mei, MK, and Sandy. I always have a set ending for each chapter that makes the readers feel satisfied while also wanting to know more. Of course, the occasional cliff-hanger never hurt anyone, but using too many cliff-hangers can get very tiring. So be careful with how many of those you use!

I think.... that's it??? I hope so. It's very difficult to put into words how my brain works when it comes to typing out chapters X"D (I know how it works and how to make it work, but going to explaining? That's the hard part).

I hope this was helpful! And if you need me to elaborate on anything else, just let me know!!

#not writing #asks #writing tips #FLUFFY I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS #I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF #I JUST WENT OFF #i am very passionate about writing #even if i can't explain my process well iedovjeroiv

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competitivedust · 1 year

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So I guess I am making another post about the pairing from hell. I feel like I just need to type this shit out to get over it so here it goes.

Fitzsimmons are obviously a fan favourite ship in the fandom and sure, that's valid. I genuinely don't feel it anymore with these two, but in a way I think they deserve each other because no way in hell do I want anyone else to have to deal with these self centred assholes.

My problem is that being self inserts for the writers of the show meant for most part that both Fitz and Simmons were treated as more important than not just the actual protagonists of the show, but even the story itself.

I am guessing the writers are just as obsessed with themselves as Fitzsimmons are because they just had to separate the two in every fucking season. Sometimes even twice in the same season like give me a goddamn break you freaks!

The narrative just always had to surround them. If it wasn't through separation, though it usually was, it was by bringing the doctor back so he could traumatize someone and Jemma could feel slightly conflicted about it all.

An example of this is season 6, only 13 episodes long, with the most underdeveloped villains of the whole series and still, it has an entire episode dedicated to Fitzsimmons. And ok, let's say it's there to address the psychic split. But they couldn't even commit to that, because not once do the events of the devil complex get mentioned or shown (as in flashbacks). Considering, it's the event that revealed Fitz's mental break, I believe that was necessary. But instead, you get to watch Fitz's inner nazi and Jemma's Ringu monster have an intense makeout session. Because of course, you do.

And while the episode might be well acted, it doesn't tell you anything new because we already know that Fitz and Jemma love each other enough to cross galaxies to find each other. This was precious screentime wasted on two extremely well-established characters instead of giving us even somewhat compelling villains.

I honestly consider the writers to be extremely unprofessional for letting their personal opinions about these characters be detrimental to the quality of the show. Unprofessional, clueless, and just bad at their jobs.

#agents of shield #aos #aos critical #anti fitzsimmons #anti jed whedon #anti maurissa tancharoen #anti jemma simmons #anti leopold fitz #anti leo fitz #i am adding as many of these anti tags as i can because i don't want a pointless argument with any Fitzsimmons fans out there #this is more a criticism of the writers than the characters #i mean i still hate them though #i might make a separate post about it

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the-marron · 6 months

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20 questions writer meme.

I've seen it twice with 'whoever wants to do it, please feel tagged' so I am taking it as a sign. I also want to tag friends to see their replies, so let's go ~

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 144

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,261,968

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Guardian and Weilan Derivatives, I am considering trying Beyond Evil at some point. Before - DC Comics, Yu-Gi-Oh, Star Wars, Harry Potter, from the more notable ones

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

This one I already answered many times so I will allow myself to skip it this time.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I love chatting with people and hearing their thoughts, and responding to them. I met some of my best fandom people like that, chatting under their fics or mine 🥰

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ughhh... Erm... that's a tough choice. Do we count stories where both of the characters die as good ending? We do, right?

Then it would be probably When I Make an Oath to the Flames (Guardian) because eternal separation is worse, right? Or maybe In Dreams You Lose Your Heartaches? (Yu-Gi-Oh) I like bad and/or bittersweet endings so it's really hard to choose.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Another good question. How do we quantify happiness? But if we go with the 'I fixed the character's terrible fate and gave them a good ending instead of it' then hmmm... Probably And We Mend Our Broken Wings (Harry Potter) series, because some people not only survived, they even went through a whole redemption arc.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

On fics as such not very often - I had a very notable 'good fic but the ending is so fucking stupid' comment in a bookmark, followed by 'it's great. I HATE it' on a different one, but nothing really, truly mean.

Got a lot of thoughtful feedback about writing, adjusting register to the character's manner of speech or just pointing out some mistakes, and those were usually rather nice and definitely needed.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. No ideological reasons here, I just get bored with writing it, and it always shows when the writer is absolutely disinterested in what they are writing at the moment, so I just don't bother anymore. Fade to Black is my new best friend

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Oh, yes. The entire universe of weilan derivatives is based on crossovers. I enjoy crossovers a lot, provided I see some common points between the two original universes. The craziest one? Hmmmm... I am not sure? all of them are weird in their own right. But let's go with Murders and Mirrors because it features Bai Yu's variety show persona and an Evil Reflection from that one Zhu Yilong ad, all for crack reasons.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Parts of it copied and inserted into other people's fics, yes, all of it? No, thankfully.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, into Chinese, if I remember correctly!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Oh yes, and it's the best fun there is when it comes to writing for me!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Hard to choose really. Each time I meet a new ship that compels me, it gets added to the herd and it stays there. But out of sheer intensity of my feelings about this ship and how longterm my love for it is: BatCat

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a Luolin longfic idea that I am not good enough yet to attempt, not if I want to write it well. I would have to get better in many areas and to do lots of research to even try, so I am now just thinking about it fondly.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I would say I am flexible? I try to change styles and registers depending on what genre I am writing and which world/era the characters are, and I find it fun. I also have a lot of things that interest me at any given time so these interests filter through into my fics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

White room, I never pay attention to what my characters eat and whether they actually have eaten anything in the span of the entire story, I tend to repeat certain words and not always notice the repetitions during the editing

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Sure, let's do it, but I would first ask someone who has greater knowledge than mine, to see if the dialogue sounds like something a person might say and not like an exercise from a textbook.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Either Harry Potter or Inuyasha, can't remember anymore which was first

20. Favorite fic you've written?

You can't make me pick a favourite child ;_;

Truly, no idea because it changes with time and with how much I've been thinking about this particular fic. I have some that I really liked but now I don't see anything special in them. I've had some that didn't seem special at all, but someone's excited comment made me see it in a very different light and appreciate it more.

Nothing to do with popularity here, just usually I am not touched emotionally by what I write, so someone else interacting with my stories gives me some semblance of feeling some way about them.

My all time favourites are always stories I wrote with someone else, because the story itself is a record of the good times we had together when working on it, plus usually I simply like them better as stories.

Finally, the part I am doing this all for!

Tagging: @babischlong-six, @omaenanimonoda, @mjsakurea, @elenothar, @the-cookie-of-doom, @yilian0203 and if you are reading it and want to try do it too, please do and tag me, I would love to see more replies!

#tag games #writing #fandom #marron gets personal #my writing

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charbear177 · 1 year

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Here’s What You Need To Watch In March

The great thing about streaming services is that there are endless options for movies and shows to watch. Whatever your mood, you have options. You want romantic, they got it. High drama, no problem. And of course, the dark and mysterious or chills and thrills are always an option.

Most of the shows on this list can be found on Netflix, but Apple TV, Hulu, and Amazon also have some great offerings. Here are my viewing picks for March.

Truth Be Told - Apple TV

A true-crime podcaster tries to solve the mystery surrounding a family patriarch's death. - IMBD

Starring Octavia Spencer, each season follows podcaster Poppy as she tries to solve a new mystery. There are currently three seasons of Truth Be Told available on Apple TV.

I have really been enjoying this show. Poppy is a meddler but aren’t all fictional mystery solvers?

You - Netflix

A dangerously charming, intensely obsessive young man goes to extreme measures to insert himself into the lives of those he is transfixed by. - IMDB

Crazy Joe is back and as usual, he cannot seem to stay away from murders. All four seasons of You are available on Netflix. If you enjoy sexy, dark suspense you will not be disappointed.

Firefly Lane - Netflix

Tully and Kate support each other through good times and bad with an unbreakable bond that carries them from their teens to their forties. - IMDB

These two besties are complete opposites but have a wonderful sisterhood. Season two is now available on Netflix.

Jack Ryan - Amazon

Up-and-coming CIA analyst, Jack Ryan, is thrust into dangerous field assignments. - IMDB

Whether it’s Harrison Ford, Alec Baldwin, or John Krasinski, I love the Jack Ryan character. Amazon’s Jack Ryan series now has three seasons

This is a great, action-packed show, filled with nail-biting moments, and suspicions of everyone. I highly recommend it if you enjoy espionage-type drama.

Accused - Fox/Hulu

Chronicles ordinary people getting caught up in extraordinary situations, where one wrong turn leads to another until it's too late to turn back. - IMDB

Anthologies are great. Accused in particular, is unique because each episode starts off with the main character already in custody and facing a trial. The episode shows you how they got there and boy are there some twists and turns. The episodes do not wrap up nice and tidy but instead leave you wanting to know more, and asking, “what happened next?”

Will Trent ABC/Hulu

Special Agent Will Trent was abandoned at birth and endured a harsh coming-of-age in Atlanta's overwhelmed foster care system. Determined to make sure no one feels as he did, he now has the highest clearance rate. - IMDB

Based on a book series, Will Trent is my new favorite show. Will is quirky, but still very likable, and kind of sexy. The character is very intriguing and so are his relationships with his on-again-off-again girlfriend and his new partner.

Somewhat procedural but it is worth a watch.

Dead To Me - Netflix

A series about a powerful friendship that blossoms between a tightly wound widow and a free spirit with a shocking secret. - IMDB

The Final Season of Dead To Mean premiered a few months ago but it is such a fun, dark, and touching show, I had to plug it. Christina Applegate and Linda Carellini are great together and represent an amazing display of friendship and sisterhood.

There are always so many viewing choices when it comes to network television and streaming services but I am here to help you narrow down your search for quality television watching. Enjoy!

#Streaming #Neflix #Hulu

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quoth-the-goldfinch · 1 year

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Week 1: Going Nanners

My decision to blog this November came out of nowhere and with unyielding intensity. I brainstormed for most of the morning on November first. As usual, the exercise left me energized, ecstatic and severely scatterbrained; which seems to encapsulate my ongoing relationship with Nano. All of this is perfectly normal. I start the month with a towering dirty laundry list of what I plan on accomplishing, overwhelm myself horrendously and spend the remaining weeks doggy paddling against the breakers until I reach calmer seas. I have something to show for myself at the end of this struggle, sure, but the story that I long to tell and I remain oceans apart.

Last year was no exception. However, it was as challenging as it was wonderful. The “end” result was a new story in my series that I had been chomping at the bit to tell for several years now. Burnout, too. Terrible, depressing, unrelenting burnout- but what is writing if one refuses to take the good with the bad? I am happy with last year’s project and happy with my series, despite its many, many, many glaring deficiencies.

So what is next?! What point am I trying to convey with this gobbledegook of a blog post?! I’ll try my best to explain with minimal rambling. (There will be rambling.)

After clumsily cobbling together the final chapter of “The Joy that was Mine”, I stepped away from Waterford for maybe a month. The bug hunted me down soon after; biting me extra, extra, extra hard on my butt. I had no other choice. I started writing again, but it was different this time. Since January, I have been working on a new story, sort of an alternate reality that stems from a chapter in “Joy”. It is messy, incomplete and written entirely by hand in my horrific cursive scrawl. Parts of it are more than salvageable and eventually, it will go live. It is important to note before proceeding that it is not my Nano for this year. Next year, maybe. But not this year. This story, unofficially titled “The Great Hummingbird Rescue” was penned in solitude. That comes with reward and merit, certainly, but writing is such a communal endeavor for me. Writing about writing is the point here. Writing about writing gives me introspection beyond introspection. Hopefully in reading my writing about writing, I can reach out, beyond my obscure little world and help others. To inspire. That is my ultimate goal and why these weekly blog posts will be part of my process this year.

Speaking of goals…

I have so many ideas for this series. While I am taking my time exploring those avenues (mostly through journaling) there is so much work to be done on the foundation. Yes, these stories are more about the process than any finished project. I honestly don’t know if it will ever be finished and I know for a fact that it never has been and never will be perfect. I wouldn’t have in any other way! So, my goal for Nano this year is to do some serious work on the first story (“Only Through Victory”).

The first draft was written five years ago when I was brand new to the fandom and right around the time I changed universities (transferred) and switched my major from Theatre Performance to Creative Writing. All that I knew was that Colonel Tavington is dreamy and I needed to write a self-insert stat! I had no idea how many other projects this blatant wish fulfillment fic would birth. I had no idea what the creation of Annabelle Casey would unlock inside of my heart. I had no idea that I would build Waterford- my beloved little river town, a deeply sentimental conglomeration of the city in Arizona that raised me and wonderful, gentle, neighborly Portland- who loves so fiercely and shines so brightly that it is now imploding, collapsing in on itself like a dying star. Waterford has been my solace through the destruction of my previous life and the construction of my current one. It is the heart and soul of this ongoing series and the reason why my well of ideas and inspiration has yet to run dry. “Only Through Victory” needs revision. Annabelle needs to be fleshed out more and so does Waterford. That isn’t because the story is a total train wreck (although my inner perfectionist constantly argues otherwise.) These stories are a treasure to me and they deserve to be polished.

So, that is where I am right now. Happily going Nanners just as NaNoWriMo intended. Weekly blog posts about the revision/rewriting process can be found here on my Writeblr. Snippets and poems will be common occurrences, too. There is a lot in the works right now, so if it seems like I’m being elusive, I’m not. Just all over the map and terribly, terribly scatterbrained. Happy Nano to all and to all a good write!

#nano 2022 #the old river town series #only through victory #the caffeinated hummingbird

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tojisblunt · 3 years

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WHEN HE OVERSTIMS YOU — inarizaki edition.

hcs — original, not requested.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. heehee i was bored so here u go (i dont know if i should make this into a series or not but we shall see)

CHARACTERS. suna rintarou, atsumu miya, kita shinsuke, aran ojiro, osamu miya

+ includes. overstimulation, daddy kink, mentions of multiple orgasms, squirting, size kink, cunny slapping, fingering, creampie, choking

— ATSUMU MIYA.

overstimulating u is his job.

if by the end of sex ur not panting like a dog while ur legs shake like crazy,

then he believes didn’t do his job right.

so i’d say, just be prepared.

atsumu has your knees pressed against your chest, feet thrashing around as you whine from the heightened pleasure of his cock drilling into your sweet spot. he has you seeing stars, and the tears streaming down your face is urging him to go faster.

“faster, tsumu! f-fuck, i’m gonna cum!” you cry, pussy clamping from the previous orgasms he’s thrown you in. you’re so overstimulated, you don’t think you can possibly take any more of his abuse. however, something about the way his veiny cock is sliding against your velvet walls has you begging for more.

it’s not like he wasn’t going to go faster anyway. whether you asked or not, he was going to abuse your stupid little cunt until you’re desperately pulling away from him because the pleasure is just too much.

“oh yeah? faster?” he chuckles, giving your ass a harsh slap, the tip of his cock ramming against your cervix causing your legs to tense every so often, “you little slut. aren’t the orgasms i’ve already given you enough?”

he knows it’s not enough. he loves the sight of you rolling your eyes back, mouth wide open as you keep panting, body trembling because he’s just making you feel so good. he loves it even more because you’re just so sensitive, and he’s the only one who can make you feel that way.

— ARAN OJIRO.

jesus fucking christ this man has a big fucking cock.

so whether he tries or not you will always be overstimulated.

because his cock is stretching you so wide that you can’t help but cum every single time he’s moving.

he loves it even though he acts all nonchalant about it.

“what’s this?” he chuckles, eyes furrowing as he watches you cum, back arching and your head falling back as a whine leaves your pretty lips.

he had just slid his cock inside you in one swift motion, yet you’re cumming already. he has your ankles in his hands, using them to spread your legs even wider to get a better look at your quivering little pussy.

“already? but baby, i just put it in?” he asks, keeping up with the innocent facade that he has going on. you’re sniffling, keeping your hands concealing your mouth as you continue squealing from the shocks of pleasure that your orgasm had brought.

“d-daddy..” you sigh, removing your palms from your mouth to play with your tits, “m-more, please..” you squeal once more as he starts moving as soon as those words leave your mouth, leaving you no time to calm down from your orgasm.

he continues fucking you like you ask, and eventually, you’re crying as you beg him to stop from the overstimulation. he doesn’t stop though, because the way you’re clinging onto him as you cum over and over again is what gets him going.

“dirty lil slut,” aran pants, whispering against your ear as you cry out from the feeling of his cock pistoning your pussy, “look at ya, look so pretty.” he licks the shell of your ear, groaning slightly when you tighten around him, signalling him of your impending orgasm.

“d-daddy! too much, pl-please!” you sob, nails scratching the smoothness of his skin as your legs are spread wide from underneath him. aran hisses at the feeling, but his eyes roll to the back of his head as it’s mixed with the feeling of your pussy creaming all over his cock.

“too much, baby?” he asks, and you whimper as you nod, tears lining up at the edge of his eyes, “you can take it, you’re my good girl, come on,” he encourages, and you cry in response, the feeling of your orgasm coming in like a truck.

“daddy! fuck, i’m cumming!” you scream, legs shaking as you attempt to close them, but aran leads back and keeps them spread wide open, continuing his thrusts while your pussy gushed out your cum, squirting it all over his lower abdomen and the sheets below you, “oh god! feels so good, daddy, please!”

he doesn’t know exactly what you’re crying please for, but h keeps going, wanting to hear your cries more.

— KITA SHINSUKE.

i dont care what yall say this man is a FREAK.

HE A FREAK IN THE SHEETS.

just like atsumu, he loves to overstimulate u.

he knows his effect on you and evilly takes advantage of it bc the sight of you crying underneath him is just something he loves the most.

“k-kita, baby, please!” you sob, shaking your head as your eyes plead for him to give you just a little bit of mercy. kita hisses, shaking his head as he reaches down to give your stupid clit a harsh slap, his eyes looming down at you with coldness.

“wrong name, bunny,” he sighs in feigned disappointment, which only furthers your crying. he sighs once more, caressing the side of your head before he thrusts sharply against your hips. your juices are clinging onto him, making him more aroused as you continue to cry.

“daddy! i’m sorry!” you shiver, eyes resting at the back of your head from the intense pleasure as he continues to thrust. the tip of his cock is slamming against your sweet spots, earning labored breathes and loud cries from your drooling mouth.

“i know, darlin’,” he coos, “give me one more, ‘kay? one more,” he smiles and you whimper, yet you give him a nod as you bite your lip, trying your best to suppress your loud moans.

you can’t hold them back though, because kita is fucking you so well that you’re unable to control yourself. he throws your legs over his shoulders, leaning down to press his chest against your own. he uses a hand to play with your neglected clit, and the sensation has you cumming all over his fat cock.

“there we go,” he smiles, cock hardening from the way your body is trembling underneath him. you look so pretty with tears streaming down your face as your tongue is hung out of your mouth, eyes rolled to the back of your head.

nothing beats the sight of your creaming so prettily for him, and he’d love to keep you creaming all over him again and again.

— OSAMU MIYA.

unlike aran, this motherfucker is actually really oblivious about it.

he’s so confused, you’re crying and begging him to stop yet your pretty cunt is cumming all over him?

like come on, pick a side.

he learns to ignore your cries tho because ag the end of the day, he knows what you want.

your legs are resting on his shoulder, giving him more control as he keeps his mouth on your puffy clit. your back is arched from the overwhelming pleasure, but also because the counter he has you laying on was so cold due to the marble material.

he’s been eating at your pussy for hours, and your body is on the verge of passing out from the amount of orgasms he’s given you without stopping at all.

“fuck, ‘samu..” you sigh, legs quivering once he darts out his tongue to give small kitten licks onto your clit, “god that feels so good!” you sob as he inserts two thick fingers into your tight cunt, stretching you to the point where it slightly burns.

you’ve always loved his hands, didn’t you?

“you’re tightening around me,” osamu says, looking at you through his lashes as he kept his mouth occupied on your clit while his fingers were digging up into the spongy spot inside your cunt, “y’gonna cum?”

you bite your lip and desperately nod, grabbing onto the soft locks of his hair and gripping them tightly as your back arched, legs shaking as you rode his face into bliss.

it doesn’t take long for you to snap, and you do so with a cry of his name and your legs locking around his neck, juices gushing and squirting onto his face, and osamu does nothing but moan and keep playing with your clit to ride out your orgasm.

“n-no more, ‘samu, please!” you beg as he keeps playing with your little clit, but he does nothing to end your quivering body. you grip the edge of the counter as tightly as you could as you feel another wave of pleasure start to rush through you, a wanton cry leaving your pretty lips.

— SUNA RINTAROU.

this lazy piece of shit actually knows what he’s doing to you and he takes advantage of it.

he never usually does the work, but his cock makes up for it.

so you always end up getting overstimulated anyways.

and he loooovvvesssss it.

“keep ridin’,” suna’s voice is husky as he has his palms gripping your ass, helping you grind against his cock. this has been going on for a while now, and you’re not sure if you can take any more.

your pussy was constantly tightening around him from the never ending orgasms he’s sent you to, and if it wasn’t for his support on your body, you would have given up by now.

“r-rinnie..” you sniffle, throwing your head back as you kept your arms lazily wrapped around his neck. suna is staring at you with hooded eyes, and if you weren’t so lost in unbelievable pleasure, you’d be cumming just from the sight of his look alone.

“hm?” he acknowledges, leaning forward to wrap his lips around your perky nipples. you sigh in pleasure, “too much?” he asks and you nod, whimpering. he just smiles and thrusts up, nearly knocking your body out from his hold.

“fuck!” you cry out, and suna smirks. he grips onto your ass tighter and lets his lips leave your nipples before throwing you down to lay on your back. he lifts your legs up to your chest, roughly thrusting into your sopping pussy, “r-rin! please, feels so good! i..” you trail off, only to choke in your own spit as the tip of his cock is abusing the entrance of your cervix.

“feelin’ good, aren’t ya?” he smiles, wrapping his hand around your throat, pressing onto the sides tightly. you hold onto his wrist, staring up at him as he continues to abuse your poor little pussy.

“c-cumm—i’m cumming!” you sob, shaking underneath him once you’ve reached your end. suna cums with you, but he doesn’t stop there, “rin, please! w-why?!” you try asking, but he keeps pistoning his cock in and out of you thag you can’t breathe.

he’s not done, and he won’t be until you’re squirting all over him, making a mess on yourself, him, and the bedsheets below you.

#atsumu miya smut #atsumu x reader #suna rintarou smut #suna x reader #kita shinsuke smut #kita x reader #aran ojiro smut #aran x reader #osamu miya smut #osamu x reader #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #📂.headcanon #hc.sins

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𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

"I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 4,931

warnings: none

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! this is part one of a self-insert series I'm working on. in this story, y/n is a child of hecate, and this storyline follows the books. the current timeline here is post sea of monsters and will continue through the Heroes of Olympus books. though it follows the original plot, y/n has her own storyline and quests. i tried to make y/n gender-neutral but as I continued to work on the timeline for this project, i had decided that this fic is for a fem reader. guys, this is really just me projecting my fantasy into fanfiction lol. i feel like this is a slow start?? and there is a lot of info dumped in this so bear with me. it'll get better and I'll be working to improve my writing as the series continues. I was on a writing hiatus for a really long time and I'm out of practice so this is my way to get back and hopefully, exceed the skills I had when I was a consistent writer. anyways, if you have any feedback, let me know! I'd love to hear what you think. as i get deeper into the series, i might ask for some suggestions on what to do with the fic. anyways, i'll stop rambling and i hope you like it!

Part One Part Two

You ignore the aching in your neck as your focus is fixed on the herbology book in front of you. You’ve been seated at your desk for Zeus knows how long reading and taking notes in your Book of Shadows, determined to finish reading it as fast as possible. Your half-brother, Alabaster, insisted that you need to memorize all the herbs and their properties before he can properly teach you how to use them in potions. Even though you understand its importance, you hated introductory work. You are itching to get to the real stuff, resulting in you glued to your chair, studying through the night as your cabin mates were fast asleep in their beds. But as determined as you are, Ambrose, your familiar, wasn’t much help. Ambrose whines as he rubs his head against your legs like a needy kitten, making it difficult to ignore him.

“What is it, Ambrose?” You whisper, sitting back in your chair in defeat. You take a second to massage the back of your sore neck before turning to face the translucent hound sitting attentively at your side. His tail sweeps the floor as it wags excitedly, and a short huff leaves his snout as if he was proud to have finally gotten your attention.

Your eyes meet his, racking your mind to figure out what Ambrose needs to tell you. At first, you thought he wanted to play, but you didn’t have time for that, so you decided to ignore him. Usually, after being ignored for a while, Ambrose will give up, finding something else to occupy him. But tonight, he was particularly persistent, and he’s only like this when he needs to tell you something.

Before you can ask what he wanted again, Ambrose gets up from his seated position, running over to the small table that stands beside your bed. You furrow your eyebrows, the first thing you notice when you walk over are your crystals neatly placed in front of your spell books as usual. Seeing them made you suddenly remember what you had planned to do.

You had told Ambrose to remind you to charge your crystals and collect water from the lake since there is a full moon tonight and of course, Ambrose being your loyal companion, did exactly that. Before looking down at the hound, who now is breathing heavily, his tail somehow wagging faster than before, you smile to yourself.

“I told you to remind me earlier, didn’t I?” Ambrose snorts and runs around your feet enthusiastically. You couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement as you reached down to pat his head. “Good boy. What would I do without you?” You continue to praise him, grabbing a black pouch and carefully placing the crystals in it. You put your index finger to your lips, signaling Ambrose to be a little quieter despite his excitement. If he accidentally wakes anyone up, then you definitely weren’t going to be able to fulfill your plans.

You bite your bottom lip as you tiptoe out of the aisle between the bunks. You look around the notoriously cramped Hermes Cabin to make sure your assumption that everyone was asleep by now was correct. It wasn’t hard to make out the faces of your cabin mates since seeing clearly in the dark was one of your many gifts, so you carefully walked along the bunks, being as quiet as you could. You are especially cautious as you approach the front where your cabin leaders, the Stoll brothers, slept. You study them for a second, knowing for sure Travis was asleep since he was snoring and loudly at that. Before you can check if Connor is asleep, you hear him shifting in his bed. You stand frozen in your spot, hesitantly looking over and you were expecting to be met with the usual mischievous grin. Instead, his back was towards you now. You have a feeling in your gut that he wasn't asleep, the timing of his moving was much too convenient. You really didn't want to wait any longer though so you decide that you might as well leave before he could stop you.

You turn on your heels, walking over to the window before you push it open. You cringe softly as the hinges creak, and you look back at the cabin to double-check if anyone has woken up from the sound. You sigh in relief when you see no one has moved, and you turn back to the window, carefully crawling out of it. This wasn’t unusual for you. You’ve done this so many times that using windows as a mode of exiting and entering a room was as natural to you as walking in and out of a door, and soon you were hopping down onto the grass. Your back is pressed against the cabin as you walk the side of it. You look up at the trees and the sky, eyes scoping around for any harpies hanging around. After deeming that you were alone, you begin making your way to the lake, Ambrose walking by your side attentively and cautiously to make sure you are safe.

The night was clear; the stars and especially the moon shone brightly in the sky. You sigh softly, taking in the stillness of the night, admiring the glistening lake reflecting the full moon placed above it. You’ve always enjoyed how quiet and cool the nights were, preferring it more than the daytime.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t avoid it as much as you wish to. Most of your siblings can agree with you that they’d prefer to sleep in most days so that they can study and practice their magic at night. However, that wasn’t the schedule of the Hermes Cabin. It was pretty impossible to sleep in since the mornings were always hectic. In fact, the cabin was just hectic, period. There was always something going on, whether it was an elaborate prank or the guys arguing over who gets to shower first after coming back from training which usually resulted in an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. You can’t say that you didn’t like it; at least you were entertained.

You also always had someone to talk to, and because there were often new campers coming in and out of there, you have easily familiarized yourself with a lot of the kids at camp. However, like your mother, you did enjoy and yearn for the occasional periods of solitude. As fun as living with the Hermes kids was, you and your siblings did find yourselves getting a little irritable at their shenanigans. It was at those times, you did wish that your mother, Hecate, had a designated cabin.

You and your siblings had always said if they ever got a cabin of their own, they would make sure everyone had separate rooms and would have designated spaces to socialize and practice their magic so that it was quiet for the most part. Alabaster, especially, was really passionate about this topic. He complained how it didn’t make sense that your mother wasn't recognized since you and your siblings were a powerful little bunch. You all needed a space to practice your magic and practice preferably at night since you were the most powerful at that time of day; you were also less prone to making mistakes in your spell casting at night. You agreed with him and would get upset about it sometimes, but the Hermes Cabin was a place you considered to be a second home. The communal feel of the space was something you enjoyed, it was one of the few places where you felt fully accepted which was rare to find being a demi-god with abilities like yours. In return to the Hermes Cabin welcoming you with open arms, you accept the inconveniently loud environment as an admirable quirk and went on with your days.

Then to compensate for the lack of silence and solitude, you would often stay up late, taking advantage of the quiet to focus on your studies. Even if you had to sacrifice the amount of sleep you got, you felt like it was worth it.

It doesn’t take you long to arrive at the dock, sitting down close to the end with your legs folded under you. You first collect lake water in a jar before carefully taking out the pouch's crystals. Assuming you had only a few left in the pouch after laying most of them on the dock, you tilt it with your hand under it, only for the crystals to come out all at once. You fumble, hands trying to bring them to your chest, but with your luck, one of your crystals falls right into the water with a plop.

“Dammit!” You peer over the edge and groan, Ambrose whining at your misfortune as he stands beside you. You look down at the water, noticing Ambrose’s and your dim reflection in it. There was no way you could get that crystal now because you didn't know how to swim, and you consider that maybe tomorrow you can convince your twin brother, Atticus, to look for it or Alabaster if Atticus refused, which you were expecting him to.

Your breath hitches at the back of your throat, jumping back as a head of dark hair abruptly pops up from right where you were staring. Ambrose barks loudly next to you, equally as startled, and your eyes widen. You stand up hastily at the realization that Ambrose's loud barks in the dead of night will catch the attention of the harpies, and right now, that was more important to you than the mysterious person that just sprouted up in the water like a zombie coming out of a grave.

“Shush! Ambrose, quiet!” Your frantic command was enough to make him stop with a whine, and you sigh shakily, turning towards the camp to check if there were any harpies.

“I think you dropped something.” Ambrose moves in front of you protectively, a low growl coming from his chest as he cautiously studies the person. You look back where the voice came from and to your surprise and your relief, you find that the mysterious person in the lake was no other than Percy Jackson. You never had a conversation with him before, but you definitely knew about him. It was kind of hard not to know who he is since he’s been the talk of the camp since he’s arrived. Your thoughts about him weren’t any different from most of the camp. You’ve seen him fight and use his powers during capture the flag, and you were just as impressed as everyone else. You did have to admit that you found him to be pretty cute too. His eyes were gorgeous, clear, and bright like a shallow, cyanic sea. You also found it adorable how his hair always looked a little disheveled.

Your (e/c) eyes met Percy’s green ones before looking at your rose quartz in his hand. You smile sheepishly, noticing the amused look on his face.

“Ah, yeah, that’s mine.” You walk over to him, but as you get closer, so does Ambrose, and his growls get louder. "Ambrose, heel. It's okay," you say softly, and he stops in his place, but his stance is still at alert, his eyes watching Percy cautiously. You pat Ambrose's head before walking past him and over to Percy. "Thanks," you smile, taking your rose quartz from his hand.

"No problem… I don't think your ghost dog likes me," Percy jokes, moving to look past your legs at Ambrose, who’s standing tall on your left side.

"Yeah, well, you kinda scared the crap out of us," you point out, amused. You take in Percy's goofy smile as he pulls himself up from the water, and you notice that he’s completely dry as he settles on the edge before turning his body to look at you.

“It’s y/n, right?” He asks, and you nod, figuring he’s probably heard about you in passing from Connor and Travis since he was friends with them too. “What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you retort playfully, making him smile. You move to sit down where you were standing. You spread the crystals neatly on the wood, making a mental note to get them before you go to bed.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out here to hang out, but then a hippocampus swam up. One of its friends got stuck in a fisher's net not too far from here, so I went to help," he explains, and you nod. "I told you my excuse, so what's yours?"

You hum, "It's a full moon out tonight, so I thought I should take my crystals out. I also needed moon water for a potion, so I collected some for that," you point over at the big mason jar full of lake water. "It’s not as cool as your excuse,” you say playfully.

A short laugh comes from Percy, and when you look up from your crystals, you notice he was looking at Ambrose again, who was still in his tense stance. Ambrose was especially protective of you and Atticus, and it wasn’t unusual for him to be cautious of the new people you come across. You assumed that Ambrose was particularly tense with Percy since he had successfully caught you both by surprise.

"Ambrose, relax.” You pat the top of his head to soothe him. "Lay down." Ambrose whines, licking your hand affectionately for a little, and you can tell he was still uneasy about the other. He was hesitant, but he follows your command anyway, laying down with his head on your lap.

"You can touch him?" Percy asks, his eyes wide and curious as he watches you pet Ambrose.

"Yeah, I can touch ghosts in general. My mother is Hecate, goddess of necromancy, along with magic, the night and the moon," you tell him. "This is Ambrose. My mother gifted him to me to be my familiar, kinda like a guardian." You look down at the hound, smiling softly as you scratch behind his ear softly.

Ambrose is a burly Molossian Hound who lived in the time of Alexander The Great. From what your father told you, his breed was well valued in Ancient Greek and Roman times and was often used in war. It is easy to understand why the breed was used in war. Ambrose is huge and muscular, about 6 feet tall when he stands on his hind legs, and he weighs around 200 pounds. At first, Ambrose can come off as a little intimidating. You remember how your siblings had avoided him when you first arrived at camp before they realized that he was the clearest definition of a gentle giant. Even though he was trained to fight when he was alive, he was still as gentle as a well-trained house dog unless he was given a reason not to be.

"When did you get him?" Percy asks, his eyes focusing on Ambrose’s translucent body that looked like it is made up of this gray swirling vapor. He couldn’t exactly wrap his head around how Ambrose’s head was comfortably propped up on your thigh.

"We met on the night I was on my way to Camp so about 2 years ago. Without him, my brother and I probably would have never made it to the borders.” You look up at Percy, meeting his eyes again; you watch as his face softens as he shifts to lean back on his hand.

"Really?" You hum and nod, ready to drop the conversation there, thinking you shouldn’t bore him with the details. You didn’t really like talking about it much, but the way he was looking at you made you feel like he was inviting you to continue talking.

"We got separated from our father at the gas station a couple of miles away from here. He went inside the convenience store to get us snacks, and while he was in there, a cyclops had found us, tried to grab us out of his car. We jumped out and ran into the woods nearby," you explain as you look out at the dark horizon.

You remember the sound of your father yelling after you and Atticus and how it broke your heart hearing, for the first time, such despair in his voice. You knew your dad didn’t want to bring you guys to camp, but he knew it was in Atticus’s and your best interest to come here and be with other people like you guys.

When you and Atticus started developing your powers, your father had simply told you guys that you were special and to refrain from using your telekinesis anywhere else but home. He didn’t say anything more until one night, you and Atticus had gotten in a screaming match about a reason you don’t even remember. However, in your screaming match, the both of you were so angry that a green aura had formed around you both, and books, magazines, even cutlery were being flown across the room because of the sheer energy you were admitting as a unit. It was then your father had decided to take you and Atticus to the camp to control and learn about your powers before you guys destroyed the house over a dumb argument like who’s turn is it to have the TV remote.

"We were more concerned about the monster hurting our dad, so we decided on a whim to run in the forest. My brother and I have telekinesis powers, and I aimed well enough to send a rock right at the cyclops eye. We lost him a little after that, but we didn't know where we were. We made too many twists and turns; we had no idea what direction we came from. And then, this buddy appeared out of nowhere from a distance. I saw him glowing from far away and couldn’t make out what he was, but I felt that I had to follow him. So we did, and he got us to camp with no detours for any other monsters. He's been with me ever since," you say, and a low whine comes from Ambrose’s mouth as he nuzzles the side of his face on your thigh contentedly.

Percy nods, and he huffs softly, "You guys got lucky. How old were you and your brother when you got to camp?"

"12, we're twins. We actually got here a couple of weeks after you did,” you mention. You watch Percy’s mouth curve into a half-smirk.

“Wow," he says, amused, and shakes his head. “So you have a twin and a dead dog, no fair," he jokes. You giggle, rolling your eyes playfully,

"Oh please, and you have crazy water powers. You’re completely dry after swimming! I think that's pretty envy-worthy."

"Hey-,” he shrugs, taking a second as if to form a protest. “I guess you're right,” he admits and laughs. You laugh with him, opening your mouth to say something else but unfortunately, you were interrupted by a screech echoing in the distance.

Both you and Percy stand up quickly, trying to figure out which direction it came from. “The harpies,” you both mutter in unison. You bend down to grab your things, and you look at Ambrose.

"Go distract them, bud," you tell him, and Ambrose jumps up to his feet, and you watch as he runs away, barking to get their attention. Just then, you see the wings of the Harpies coming up from the trees of the forest. You turn to Percy, grabbing his hand quick,

“Incantare: Transpectus!" You exclaim confidently, closing your eyes to envision you and Percy becoming transparent on the dock. You've never tried doing this spell before, but you've gotten better at visualizing and setting intentions, so you had some hope in yourself. You open your eyes, not feeling any different, and you hoped that you just didn't make a fool of yourself in front of Percy. But when you look down at your hand hesitantly and notice it was hard to make out since you were see-through like glass, you sigh in relief. You smile to yourself, more than satisfied that you were able to pull that off.

"Woah, are we invisible?" You look over at Percy, able to see him just fine since he was under the spell with you. Percy looks down at himself, eyes widened as he processes he can’t see his body anymore. You observe him for a second, finding it cute how he looked surprised and obviously entertained at the fact that he was completely see-through. You feel yourself growing a little flustered, trying not to focus too much on the fact that you were holding hands with him.

"Something like that. C'mon, it won’t last too long," you whisper, and your grip around his hand tightens as you guys begin running to his cabin. You hear the harpies screeching in frustration as they swoop down to try and grab Ambrose, only for their claws to go right through him. While the harpies were growing more annoyed, Ambrose, on the other hand, was having way too much fun, running in circles and barking at them as if he’s teasing.

"Man, I wish I had a ghost dog," you hear Percy mutter behind you as you arrive at the steps of his cabin.

"Yeah, Ambrose is pretty great," you admit, watching him play with the harpies before shifting your gaze over to Percy. "Thanks for getting the crystal for me." As much as you wanted to stay talking to him, you knew you couldn't stay too long. You were still eager to finish studying, and Ambrose can only hold off the harpies for so long.

"It was no problem. It was on my way up anyways," he shrugs, and you smile, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You look down, the two of you still holding hands even though the spell wore off already. You awkwardly let go of his hand, shifting on your feet.

"Well, I'll see you around," you say sheepishly, fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, I'll see you.” His hand comes up in an awkward wave. You nod, returning the wave. Your eyes meet Percy’s green ones one more time before turning on your heels and walking down the steps of his cabin. You notice that Ambrose is now long gone into the forest, taking the harpies with him to give you time to rush to the other side where your cabin is.

As you hurry back to your cabin, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you replayed the interaction you just had with Percy, and you couldn't help but wonder when would be the next time you could talk to him.

You carefully hoist yourself up, climb back into the cabin through the window, sighing softly once you get in. You slowly close the window, your face scrunching at the creaking sound, but you successfully get it closed before turning around, only to be faced with Connor Stoll standing a few feet away with his arms crossed over his chest. You gasp loudly, almost dropping the mason jar in your hand, being startled for the second time tonight.

“Oh, look who’s back,” he says, his lips pulled in his usual mischievous smirk, his right eyebrow raised as if he's suspicious of you. You shift, giggling nervously under his graze,

"Hey, Con.” Shit. You knew he wasn’t asleep, and a part of you wasn’t surprised that he had caught you sneaking out again. You weren’t too worried since Connor wasn’t one to be strict or easily angered, neither was Travis, but you can understand if he did get a little upset with you since the cabin could also get in trouble, and he worried about you getting hurt.

"You leave so often, I'm starting to think you're seeing someone," he teases, and you furrow your eyebrows, not really sure what he was trying to get at.

"I'm not seeing anyone. You know what I do when I sneak out," you tell him, putting your hand out to show him the jar full of water. After being caught the first couple of times, you had explained to Connor why you occasionally needed to head out at night. He was understanding of your reasons, telling you to try and not sneak out as often. When he did catch you, he always kept your outings secret. It came with a price, though. You were sometimes stuck doing extra chores, especially anything that had to do with cleaning, since he hated doing anything that had to do with mopping or sweeping.

"So that wasn't you and Percy on the dock?" Your eyes widen, and you feel your face get hot again. You shake your head, stumbling over your words for a second.

"Uh… n- that was a coincidence!" You hear him snort, laughing quietly as if he didn't believe you. Even though he couldn't see your facial expression very well in this lighting, he can still tell how flustered you were at his sudden question.

"Yeah, sure," he says sarcastically, and he hums, "Anyways, what are you going to do for me so that I don't tell on you?" He asks, and your mouth drops open. Usually, he wasn't so forward, and he never threatened to tell on you. "I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

You gasp, "Connor, are you blackmailing me right now?" You narrow your eyes at him, and he shrugs,

"I guess you can say I am." You shake your head, walking over to your desk to put down your moon water before turning toward him and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"... what do you want?" You ask, expecting him to make you take up one of his chores. But from the way he was smiling at you, you can tell that there was something more he wanted, and you were beginning to worry.

"Help me turn the Ares Cabin into bunnies," he says, and you shake your head frantically,

"No way! Clarisse will kill me," you whisper. Connor smiles,

"No, she won't. She can't kill you if she's a bunny," he points out, and your face falls flat,

"They're not gonna stay bunnies forever," you say, and you fiddle with your fingers nervously at the idea of the outrage you'd get from the Ares Cabin after shifting back from being bunnies. "I don't know, Con. I don't even know if I can turn all of them into bunnies at once."

Connor waves his hand at you, dismissing your concern. "I don't care for the logistics now. We can work on that later, but you have to agree to at least help me," he says. "Or I'm telling everyone I saw you smooching Percy on the dock."

"What!? We didn't even kiss. We talked for like 5 minutes!" You whisper-yell, your reactions much too entertaining for him, and he was having a hard time holding in his laugh.

"Your decision, y/n."

You sigh, throwing your head back. You look at the ceiling for a second as you consider your two choices. And you decide that getting your head potentially put on a stick by Clarisse was better than the burning embarrassment of Percy thinking you're spreading rumors about kissing him. "Fine, whatever. I'll help you do the bunny thing," you mumble, your shoulders slouched.

Connor nods with a proud smile on his face for trapping you into helping him. "Good choice. I will be going back to sleep now. Good night… again," he announces, turning on his heels and walking over to his bed. You frown a little as you walk back to your desk to study. Plopping down onto your chair, you decide that you’ll worry about Connor’s little plan later so you can focus on your studying. After a while, Ambrose comes trotting in, joining you by the desk as usual. You smile at him, praising the other for distracting the harpies for you before he lays down, his head laying on your foot.

As you study, you find that you couldn’t help your mind drifting back to Percy once and a while. You deem that there was no way that you could have a crush on him since you guys have only spoken once. In the midst of your internal debate to decide what you felt for him, you suddenly remember the crystal that was retrieved for you. You remember how Percy presented it to you, holding it out for you with his fingertips. It was your rose quartz. What a coincidence. You smile, rolling your eyes as you tell yourself that you’re thinking too much into it. You look over, noticing the dim illuminating light of the beginning sunrise shining through the curtains. You sigh, deciding that you should probably get to sleep and take advantage of the maybe, four hours of sleep you’ll get tonight. You close your herbology book before making your way to your bed, and with a soft sigh, you retreat under the covers, and finally, you surrender to your drowsiness.

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