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So while I’m still on hiatus for personal reasons, I am also still writing. It’s all coming along slowly, but even though I’m taking this small break from tumblr I would still like to share some of the things I’ve been working on, so thank you to @xtaexhyungx for tagging me, and I hope you guys enjoy! ♡

title: Splinter

pairing: jungkook | reader

genre: smut, angst, college au

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Perhaps buried deep within the thumping bass, spilled liquor, and dimmed lights of every college party, you might just be able to find yourself a love story… Of course, it might not be perfect, far from perfect actually. However, at that age, or more specifically at that time in someone’s life, mistakes seem to be abundant. The factors are endless, so plentiful in fact that they pile on top of one another until this supposed love story — splinters.

The fragments lay in a million pieces, each one telling their own little story of how it all ended.

Laid strewn at the forefront of that pile of broken pieces was the shard branded hormones. Those vibrant sensations that make your vision go blurry and judgment turn haywire. Those pesky little things that when mixed with alcohol make you forget all about that guy or girl you’re really into… That guy or girl that you’ve been dating for three months — that guy or girl that deserved way better than a fresh out of high school kid that didn’t know how to handle their fireball mixed with an empty bedroom upstairs at a party.

Next is that gleaming shard of freedom. It burns bright. The second you step foot onto that college campus miles upon miles away from people telling you what to do, how to act, or where to stay, your tolerance for limitations shifts. Being held down to any given place, any given idea, or any given person, it causes a flight response. The body wanting to maintain its newfound freedom, relieving itself of the hindrance to their fresh independence... Plus, having the ability to run from your problems without a choir to comment isn’t exactly helpful either. So combine all of that, and maybe it results in some runaway act of studying abroad for a semester to dampen the feelings of guilt and love with culture shock and ample amounts of bodies… Yeah, that definitely puts a pause on things.

Another piece laying sound in the graveyard is that dingy, jagged shard reflecting the uncertainty of the future. It’s that constant pressure that bombards you saying if you haven’t made a dent in the path towards your goal by the time you’re twenty-five, then you’re falling behind. This reality (even if it is false) sets in maybe three years down the line. Tailgating loses its taste, the library becomes your home even more so than it had been before, and your time for connections and relationships downsizes to the point of not even trying… Not even trying when that guy or girl is really making an attempt to reconcile with you, and even though your heart wants it, your mind says there’s no time for that now, at least nothing serious — maybe after medical school, because somewhere along the line our lives turned into planning how much fun our lives will be once X, Y, and Z happens some odd years down the road.

It’s these, along with many other fragments, that lay in a messy array around the relationship. Some are tiny and seemingly insignificant pieces, however once the micro aggressions start to build, they inevitably become one larger section of the puzzle. Some of the remains are large and shiny, others dirty and defiled. It’s all a shattered mess of emotions and incidents, but if you can somehow manage to pick up the pieces and realign the edges, then just maybe you can still see the beauty in what it all once was.

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title: Delivery 52

pairing: jin | reader

genre: fluff, smut, pizza boy au

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When you ordered those two pepperoni pizzas with extra cheese and a nicely carbonated soda on the side, it was not your expectation that a delivery boy such as the one standing before you would arrive with it in tow. He had chocolate hair and eyes that peeked from beneath his work hat, pouty lips that dripped enticement — but most importantly he was holding your order that was going to soothe the aching pang that tonight would surely bring.

“Hello,” He said in a sing-song manner that brought a slight smile to your lips.

“Uhm hi,” You replied, quickly reaching for the boxes of pizza that he was offering to you. You turned around to set it on a piece of furniture that would normally be there, but you hadn’t exactly gotten around to organizing yet, so you had to settle for placing it on the floor. When you returned for the soda he was grinning fondly at you.

“New to the neighborhood?” He asked, motioning inside to the messy arrangement of move-in boxes.

“Yeah, I just finished moving in today. It’s a mess,” You said with a bit of nervous laughter. “Just needed a bit of food before I start unpacking all this stuff.”

“Yeah, I get it. I had to move a few months back, too. I was using my discount at my job a lot when I was trying to stock up on groceries. Way too much pizza,” He laughed.

“Well, you’ll probably be seeing me a lot. I order pizza like once a week even when I’m not moving. It’s a problem.” You weren’t just making small-talk either, it was the truth. Every week like clockwork you ordered your greasy guilty pleasure… Yeah, you were totally trying to get on fixing that… Totally.

“Once a week?” He said, surprised but with an amused expression. “You ever get tired of it?”

“Nah, pizza’s the only thing that never seems to let me down,” You shrugged, because again, it wasn’t really a lie.

He chuckled, “Ah, well I look forward to delivering your weekly pizza fix.”

“I look forward to that too… Uhm,” You paused, your eyes glancing at the nametag attached to his shirt. “Seokjin.”

He waved his hand in response, “Just Jin is fine.”

“Jin, okay then. I’m Y/N by the way.”

He smiled, “Well, Miss Y/N, hopefully I’m lucky enough to get your delivery next week. I’ll try to snatch it if not,” He winked, making a weird sensation flash inside of your chest.

“Yeah, I think… I think I’d like that,” You nodded, biting at the inside of your cheek to try and stifle the wide grin that wanted to fight its way to your lips. “Oh, and don’t I need to sign that.” You pointed towards the slip of paper sitting in his hand that he seemed to have forgotten about.

“Oh yeah, sorry I almost forgot,” Jin laughed as he handed you the receipt and pen, and you quickly scribbled away at the paper before giving it back to him. “So, see you next week?” He asked, motioning at the boxes of pizza on the floor.

You paused, smiling before answering. “Yup, see you then.”

title: Waves

pairing: hoseok | reader

genre: angst, smut, soulmate au

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present day.

It was a mistake. Getting involved this deeply with each other was a complete mistake.

But simply saying that, well, that really wasn't going to change anything, now would it? Because the fact of the matter was that you did this to yourselves. You knew that a future together was impossible, that your marks didn’t match, yet for some reason you and him decided to unknowingly test something. Something that you so desperately wished you didn't now know the answer to.

What's the human limit for how much two people can possibly care for one another? Again, you honestly wished that you didn't know the answer to that question, but you did.

The answer was, more than you should be able to. You shouldn’t be able to love someone this much. You just shouldn’t. You shouldn't be able to give so much of yourself over to someone that it feels like your chest is caving in anytime you think about the possibility of not being with them. In theory you really shouldn’t be able to do that — but unfortunately that was exactly where the two of you were.

Palm pressed to the center of his bare chest, your nails digging lightly into his skin, as if to keep him anchored in some way. His coffee colored eyes wandered across the planes of your face, an unspoken, but most certainly felt, sorrow settling between your bodies. You had been laying here for a while, the silence eerie to the point that it was almost unbearable. Unbearable silence wasn’t something that the two of you were used to. You had always been perfectly comfortable with each other, but lately anytime the two of you talked in this intimate context, emotions got too high, tears spilled, and it honestly just became too much for either of you to handle — so instead you decided to do the thing that would hurt even more than talking.

You reached for his forearm resting on your side, turning it so that you could see the date etched along his skin. Once again reminding yourself that he wasn’t yours, he never was, and he never would be.

02:14 2013 10 21

It was a date nowhere even close to yours, a five year and two month difference if you wanted to be exact. You still had five more goddamn years. Five more incredibly long years of waiting for this person that fate had apparently deemed perfect for you. But the thing was… You didn’t want them, not in the slightest, whoever they were — you only wanted him.

You wanted Hoseok.

You just wanted him, forever, but he wasn’t yours to have, and you were going to be painfully reminded of that for the rest of your life once the next seven days passed.

title: Seven Minutes (in vanilla paradise)

pairing: jungkook | taehyung

genre: smut, angst, college au

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It was only supposed to be seven minutes.

Seven minutes in that cramped closet that barely left a foot of room between two sweating bodies. The muddled beat of music finding its way beneath the door as the scent of splashed liquor and wandering cannabis etched itself inside the stiches of everyone’s clothes. The sound of young kids in their twenty somethings or almost twenty somethings echoing down the hall, reminding the people inside the closet that maybe they’re a bit old for this game that they’ve only ever seen portrayed in high school movies. But in the end, they come to the conclusion to just say fuck it. They’re already in the damn closet, so why not figure out what that means. Maybe things get handsy, or maybe things don’t anywhere at all. Both are completely fine.

But again, it was only supposed to be seven minutes.

However, when it’s Kim Taehyung wrapping you in his being. Masking you in that vanilla cologne, that vanilla shampoo, that vanilla aftershave that has you disassociating from the fact that you’re in some rundown apartment that smells like the literal definition of ass. Well, then you might just pray that seven minutes is just the minimum, and that he’ll have mercy on your soul and drown you in his everything until it’s this blinding vanilla afterglow.

— Unfortunately it takes Jungkook a while to understand what being shrouded in that scent by that type of person does to a guy.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

But in the end, all he can really comprehend in that moment is the fact that his name just got pulled for seven minutes in heaven by the hottest guy at this party and his dick is already kicking.

I’ll be tagging: @baeseoul / @jungkxook / @wonhopes / @jiminniemouse !!!

#bts #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #jeon jungkook #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #kim taehyung

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itsomgitsgreenblogging · 7 years

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Live Wire: A PJO fanfiction

I feel like in ToA, though Apollo had moments with both Kayla and Austin, his scenes with Will left something to be wanted (after all, Apollo called him a live wire under calm for a reason). So here is a canon-compliant canon extension of the Will and Apollo scene I think all of us wanted in The Hidden Oracle (with of course an extra dash of Solangelo and best big bro Will for all of you).

This fic references events in my Will Solace backstory fic Like Matchsticks, but you don’t need to read that to understand!

Also read on AO3

Enjoy!

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“I just…it’s Apollo.”

“You don’t trust him, Will?” Nico asked Will quietly. “Gods know, I know what it’s like not to trust a godly father. But I know he wants to get Kayla and Austin back.”

“No, not really,” Will answered, trying to smile to soothe Nico’s worries, but finding it ill-fitting he chose to just let it fall from him lips. “Or at least, I won’t get my hopes up. I can hope that he wants that, but how the heck am I supposed to know what he’s thinking?”

Everything was in working order. Valentina’s arm was set, shrapnel was pulled from flesh, veins were closed and infection was warded off from puncture wounds. Will moved, hitting his beats, steadying everyone in his rhythm. His moved his orchestra of healers in a well-timed movement. Will went on and on, a concerto written for himself. The infirmary was his stage, and he was the conductor and the first chair. It did Will better to be working than to stop and think about anything. Everything was far more manageable when he wasn’t thinking about anything and instead just working. Will just needed to do, he needed to be in control of everything he possibly could be. By doing that, he may have well have been in charge of the whole world.

Or at least he was until he suddenly stumbled, vision blurring for a moment. Panic rose to the surface as Austin’s name rose to his lips because he had stepped off beat and Austin always knew when to pick up from where Will left off. Instead, Nico’s cool hand steadied him, and he handed Will a canteen of nectar which Will took a swig from. He forced the sudden leaping of his pulse down.

“Chiron, Will needs a break. I’m taking him for an hour, do you think you can hold down the fort?” Nico called to Chiron before Will could even think to protest, his voice sounding distant even though he was standing right next to him.

“Alright, we can handle everything. I’m going to disband everyone to their cabins shortly,” Chiron answered before Will could protest, giving Will a look of warning.

“Will do,” Nico said before forcibly dragging Will off before he could argue, though Will’s eyes were on Apollo as he seemed to settle himself towards the entrance of the woods with Meg. Will heard the annoyed sound rise from his chest before he registered it was his. Nico’s fingers were still entwined with his, and in the lowlight his eyes had taken on the hue of the blue-black winter sky.

“Will?” Nico asked as he paused at the door of Cabin Seven.

“Are they alive?” Will croaked. For a moment Nico closed his eyes, his features smoothed as for a moment the shadows seemed to pull and contract at the walls. Where Will probably looked frazzled and bloodstained, Nico looked as calm on the surface as an undisturbed lake with his powers swirling beneath his still skin.

Nico opened his eyes, and they had returned to a neutral pale. The movement was unhurried as his lashes fluttered and gaze refocused, as if returning from the depth of his powers was like awakening from a long sleep.

“They’re alive. I can’t tell where they are, but they are alive I promise,” Nico reported, before reaching over to press a kiss to Will’s mouth. Will leaned against the kiss, lips against lips, using warmth to scatter the shadows that had welled up and cooled him down. Will stumbled back, the slightest use of his powers tiring.

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired,” Will said quietly.

“It’s more than that,” Nico said astutely as he reached over to steady him.

“I just…it’s Apollo.”

“You don’t trust him, Will?” Nico asked Will quietly. “Gods know, I know what it’s like not to trust a godly father. But I know he wants to get Kayla and Austin back.”

“Will, you can’t just try to manage your expectations with something like this. I learned that the hard way,” Nico warned him, and for some reason as he looked at Nico and saw his brother and sister, and saw the hope in their eyes when Apollo had appeared. Something inside of him cracked, splintered, and pierced his heart.

“I’ve been managing my expectations of our father since I was thirteen and I got a letter—my last letter from Apollo in which he called me the man of the cabin. Are you kidding me? Our brother was dead, people were hurt, a war had just ended and I was a kid and supposed to also be the parent and get everyone through that. And I did it, no help from him and not for him. I did it because I love all of my siblings more than I could ever hate him. But it’s the principle of it—that’s his problem really! His perspective is skewed, he doesn’t get it because he’s as perceptive, sensitive, and empathetic as a two by four. Demigods can still be children, they aren’t mutually exclusive. So yeah, I’m going to manage my expectations. I’ll set the bar low and hopefully he’ll approach the standard. But yeah, I have no hope and if him being here puts my siblings in danger I’d rather him be gone. I know they had moments with him—gods they were so happy to finally meet him—and I don’t want to cheapen those memories they’ll have now or take those away from them I just—“ Will felt suddenly a sob attempting to burst past his teeth. He barely managed to swallow it back. He was under the weight again, feeling a whole house burying him alive, reaching desperately and trying to save someone but being too weak—

“I’m sorry,” Will tried to say, but his voice cracked, suddenly his knees hit the ground but the pain was distant. “I just didn’t want them to get hurt. They’re gone and I can’t…I can’t protect them I—“

“Will,” Nico said, wrapping his arm around Will as best as he could but it felt so distant. “Will, it’s okay.”

“Nothing about this is okay,” Will suddenly sobbed, burying his face in his trembling hands. “It’s happening all over again. I’m losing everyone, I should be with them.”

“You haven’t lost me, and you haven’t lost the rest of us. We’ll get everyone back, I promise.”

For a while they just sat there, Will taking comfort from Nico’s presence, their heads leaned together close and sharing warmth. He could feel Nico’s heartbeat, a steady and calming rhythm thrumming in his throat and wrist. Will couldn’t help but smile as Nico intertwined their fingers.

Apollo appeared at the doorway.

“I’ll give you guys some space,” Nico said, leaning over to kiss Will’s forehead before leaving. “I’ll talk to you later.”

It was only them, and neither of them seemed to know what to do.

“…Will,” Apollo said, looking pale, slightly trembling and damp from the cold. Will immediately rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a dry shirt and a sweatshirt.

“Here,” Will said weakly, and Apollo looked at the offerings in his hands as if he were deeply touch, as if that small action had given him more satisfaction than anything else could have. Before Apollo could open his mouth, Will said, “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I probably wasn’t being fair to you.”

“Even in this instance, when you have every right to be angry at me, you choose instead to apologize,” Apollo said as he pulled on the new clothes and sat on an empty cot. “That says a lot about you, Will.”

“What?”

“You are a good person, and I can’t take credit for that…as much as I would like to think that everything that is related to me is good because of my involvement,” Apollo said as he palmed the back of his neck.

“As much as I enjoy your continual belief in your awesomeness, was there a point to this conversation?” Will asked, unable to help his bitterness from seeping into his voice.

“Ah, yes,” Apollo said searching the room, before looking Will in the eyes. “I will get them back. Somehow, Will. I will save them. I won’t let them suffer because of my mistakes.”

“Is this you taking responsibility?”

“…responsibility. I never liked the idea, but I’m finding the notion more important the longer I’m in the meatsuit,” Apollo admitted as he motioned to his whole self. “But yes. This is my fault, and I’m going to take responsibility and save them.”

“Your promises don’t mean much to me, Apollo,” Will admitted as he stood up and crossed the room, and he placed a hand on his shoulder. A small part of him, the desperate child begging to be loved, wanted to hug him. But Will held back, under his calm and his love there was a live wire bare and sparking and ready to ignite. “But gods, I want them to. Please? Bring them back. I’ll do everything in my power to help you, but please, you have to bring them back.”

“I’ll do everything in my power. Believe in me—” Apollo said, for a moment in looked like he was about to call Will “my son”, but Apollo held back.

“Take whatever you need, I’ll…see what I can do,” Will said, and Apollo crossed over to grab some of the books Will had painstakingly bookmarked.

“Do you mind if I…take these? My memory has been blurry,” Apollo admitted, and Will swallowed. Apollo was actually admitting his weakness to him.

“Of course.”

“…sleep well, Will. I’m going to go wait by the woods…just in case.”

“Okay. Be safe.”

Will felt as if both of them were holding back, but that was enough for now. Neither of them would push what they had just stumbled into. And so Apollo closed the door behind him, and Will settled down for a restless night.

In his dreams, he sat with Kayla in the syrupy summer sunlight. The air was thick, and the dreamlike fog had overtaken most of the scenery. They could have been on the green or in the forest, but either way it wouldn’t have mattered. He painstakingly combed the burs from Kayla’s hair with his fingertips, sending his magic to soothe her cuts and bruises.

“You should be more careful, Kayla,” Will warned her, content with his work as he began to braid Kayla’s hair in a gentle twist.

“Careful means not winning, and I hate losing against those twins,” Kayla huffed.

“Right, right,” Will said, taking the hair tie that Kayla offered from her wrist. He patted her shoulder what he was done, but to his surprise Kayla leaned against him. “What’s up?”

“Well…I was just thinking since I met Jules-Albert. Hades seems really involved with Nico…but… have you ever met dad?”

“…no. I’ve only seen him once, during the Battle of Manhattan,” Will admitted. “And it’s not like he saw me or anything. I just saw him driving his chariot into battle.”

“Do you think he doesn’t care about us?” Kayla asked him softly, not facing Will, and curling her arms around her legs. She perched her chin on her knees.

“I don’t know,” Will admitted. “I think that it’s different. We don’t have the fates of worlds on our shoulders, K. We aren’t all the Percy Jacksons or Sevens of the world.”

“What’s the point of being a demigod if you aren’t going to be the Percy Jackson of the world?” Kayla asked as she smoothed out her hair.

“The point is you’ll be the Kayla Knowles, and you’ll have been my little sister, and one day you’ll end up being in the Olympics and I’ll be the proudest big bro in the world,” Will promised her firmly. “I’m thankful to Apollo just for that.”

“Hey Will?”

“Yeah, K?”

“I don’t know if you know this, but me and Austin and the rest of us don’t come back to camp to have a chance at meeting Apollo, we come back for you. You love us no matter what, and that’s enough,” Kayla promised him back, turning to offer Will an unsteady and gentle smile in return. Will felt his eye burn.

“You’re gonna make me cry,” Will admitted, his accent thickening as he rubbed at his face.

“Aw man, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” Kayla said as she reached over to help rub his face with her sleeve.

“Kayla, what did you say to make Will cry?” Austin asked, plodding over from the fog and settling down next to both him and Kayla.

“I just love you guys a lot is all,” Will told them both.

Both Kayla and Austin smiled the smile they all shared, the one Apollo must have given them.

Apollo later rested his hand on Will’s shoulder. The combat ukulele slung on his back, bandana tied around his wrist. Meg was saying goodbye to some Demeter girls.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be back by dawn,” Apollo promised Will, in his gaze determination and honesty, and a love that for once Will didn’t doubt.

“How can you be so sure?” Will couldn’t help but ask, his mouth trembling with fear.

“I’m the sun god,” Apollo said, trying to hide his fear, and still Will felt warmth run through him because in that moment it was enough. “I always return at dawn.”

#Solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #pjo fanfiction #trials of apollo #Will Solace #Nico di Angelo #Apollo

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